Another Sex Blog

I know how Angelina gets her lips. The poufy poochie lips. Hmmm… I don’t think either of those adjectives are real words. Anyway…

Lots of blowjobs.

Sometimes I get a bit too into giving head and don’t notice what I’m doing to my *own* head. Inside my upper lip is all teeth-indented. Of course, I can’t keep from running my tongue over it which is probably just irritating it and it’s definitely making my lip even more poufy-looking.

Ow.

It was worth it though.

Details later. Maybe. Gotta nap now though.

Quick summary… WAAAAAY past my bedtime!!!

Wow. Fantastically gorgeous guy. Met on another dating site, but apparently is in my “network” on Adultfriendfinder, too.

Amazing kisser. Great conversationalist.

Had a fabulous orgasm sucking him off. Don’t know if he’s aware of that or not.

Did I mention he’s a great kisser?

OMG, I’m so fucking horny thinking about his kisses.

Wow. Yeah, again, wow.

Fuck fuck fuck. I have to figure out who he is on AFF!

Bye. errr… g’nite.

Boy it’s been a long time since I’ve written about a, ahem, “date.” Well, that’s because it’s been a long time since I’ve had one!

I actually DID go on an official-like date with this guy. That was unusual in itself. We went to dinner instead of just meeting at a bar for drinks. The place we’d planned on eating at ended up having an hour wait, so we got in his car and went somewhere else. Sushi. Which I love, but have no clue how to order. And then I knocked over a wineglass, too. Hi, I’m an idiot. Am I making a good impression yet?

Ok… back up… I’d been IM’ing with… hmmm, I need a name for him… with… Mr. I. That’s it. I don’t think I’ve had as much contact with someone before meeting them before. We seemed to get along pretty well talking online, which honestly worried me. I very much don’t want to end up getting a crush on someone who’s not interested in more-than-sex relationship. And even though I’d seen his pictures, and thought he was cute, what if I just wasn’t attracted to him when I met him IRL and I already liked his personality. That would suck, too.

Well, that last part didn’t happen. When I met him at the restaurant, I saw him through the door immediately and though, basically, “Wow.” Yummy. . Oh, and while walking there, my bra broke! There’s a little hook in the front, as well as in the back, and it had ripped somehow. So, I had to immediately go to the restroom to try to find something in my purse to hold it together again. *Again* with the “Hi, I’m an idiot.” Awkward much? Argh.

AlRIGHT, already, I’m getting to the good stuff. I could actually babble for much much longer here about other stuff, but, I can hear your calls for me to get on with it…

Mr. I does photography. Erotic photography (along with other subjects, too.). I am not quite up to par with erotic photography models. So, I was worriedly preoccupied with whether or not he’d be attracted to me. I wore a black dress with a WAY low v-neck neckline. He did seem to notice.

Back at his place, we kissed almost as soon as we got in the house. He gave me a quick tour.

Sitting on his couch, we started kissing again. And groping. Somehow I ended up on my knees in front of him. Without getting into details, we had a discussion about power exchange and he put a collar on me.

*** If all you’re going to do, btw, is make a comment about safety and that I should be more careful or anything at all about my behavior, I will delete your comment. I’m tired of people telling me what I should or shouldn’t be doing. Assume I have a head on my shoulders with better-than-average brains inside. ***

Similar to what I was talking about in my last post, Why I’m (sometimes) masochistic, I was completely overwhelmed with the desire to please. I was in a sort of sexual trance. Ok, that had a little bit to do with the alcohol I’d had, but a LOT to do with the fact that I *like* Mr. I. I mean, outside of sex.

The entire time that I was being subservient to him wasn’t very long overall. I experienced new sensations during that time though. In particular, candle wax. (Btw, for those who want to play along at home — you don’t use just an everyday candle for that.) It’s the neatest feeling… this little intense spark of pain and then it goes away almost immediately. Although I’d said before that there’s not really a pleasurable sensation that goes along with pain, that’s not entirely true. The cessation of pain is intensely pleasurable. Actually, that’s how I’ve thought of orgasm before — it’s the cessation, the end, of intense discomfort. And it’s that release that feels SO good.

(It’s kind of hard to write too explicitly now that I *know* he’ll be reading this eventually, which wasn’t always the case with my earliest posts. But, the show must go on…)

He has the perfect sized cock for oral sex. Both big enough and small enough for me to have it completely fill my mouth, be able to deep throat, but not for long.

Unfortunately at one point I was very very thirsty… dry mouth and sucking cock is not a good combo. I *think* my teeth got in the way at one point. Sorry, Mr. I!!! Bad AnotherSexBlogger! Eh, now I know to make sure I have a glass of water nearby always!

I still got rewarded with more than a mouthful of cum. Yes, it’s true that some guys taste better than others. He falls into the better camp.

He made me cum twice! Yay! Once by going down on me, too. Third guy ever to do that.

When all was over, I layed my head on his shoulder and then… he made fun of me for wanting to cuddle!!! Bad. I’m not even a really big cuddler! I do like full body physical contact post-sex. It’s calming. But, I don’t like touching while actually sleeping. I move too much and just worry the whole time that I’m going to wake up the other person. So, it’s only for a very short amount of time that I want that. <–again. OTOH, groping me and initiate sex while I’m sleeping is very much welcome. I love being woken up to that.

So, we’ll see if he contacts me again. Yeah, my no-second date rule has gone out the window. I’m twitterpated. Plus, I’m very interested in his offer to take some pictures for my Adult FriendFinder profile.

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but for me, when I am having sex regularly, I get MORE, not less, horny. The more sex I have, the more I want.

Ok, who’s next?

So, I think it’s pretty clear that I get really turned on sucking cock. And having my mouth filled with cum.

And therein lies the problem.

See, I give a guy a blowjob. I get REALLY turned on doing so. He cums.

He’s done. I’m turned on. Usually wanting to be fucked.

See the problem? I mean, it’s not like this is making my life miserable. I don’t spend hours worrying about it. It’s just kind of annoying at times.

I did give head once to a guy while I was lying on my back and he was kneeling over me, one leg on each side of me. Then, when finished, he kind of sat on my chest, below my breasts, and played with my nipples until I came. THAT was nice.

Ah… pleasant thought to send myself off to sleep with.

Yeah, I don’t know what that title means either.

I’ve changed my profile to indicate that now I’m looking for… well… I still don’t know what to call it. Not a one-nighter. Not Friends with benefits — because, personally, I’ve found the benefits part of that not to be so evenly distributed among the friends involved. Not a committed Long Term Relationship, though, either. Something between the one-nighter and the LTR. A Friends with Benefits with Potential. Which means more than two dates, I guess, so I have to nix that policy.

Other random thoughts:

I like these new smileys. I feel like thinking up things to say just to be able to use them.

I just got back from my ex-boyfriend’s place. We talked. Had a beer. Gave him a blowjob. Then I left. I didn’t really get anything obvious out of it, but I still had fun. Does that make me weird or what? I say I didn’t get anything “obvious”, because I did get *something* out of it, otherwise I wouldn’t have done it and wouldn’t have left with a smile on my face. Ok, first I really *like* giving head. And he tastes particularly good. And, damn, he just *appreciates* it so much! It’s nice. Hmmm… I can’t help but think of the people who criticized my earlier adventures and are soooo sure that I’m disturbed in some way. I’m pretty sure they’d see this post as more evidence for their theory, but hey, if I’m crazy and *happy* then who the hell cares if I’m crazy?

That’s it. I have nothing else for now. I thought I had more random thoughts chasing around in my head, but they’re hiding and I can’t find them at the moment.

G’night.

I had a “poll” post on AFF as follows (with the number of votes as of July 3, 2006 11:30 p.m. for each option):

TMI?
Yesterday I was part of a gang-bang. Wanna know more?

YES! Gimmee details! (76)
Ok, I’m curious, but just the basics, please. (12)
ALL I want to know is how many guys were involved. (0)
You’ve already given enough information, thanks. (4)
Ewwww!!!! Gross!! No! (2)

That was posted at 7:32 p.m . on July 2nd.

Here’s tonight’s post –

Actually, I was planning on just posting whatever it was that came out of my brain through my fingers. I didn’t know if it would be detailed or not. Or, even what qualifies as “detailed.” I really just wanted to tell someone (uh… lots of someones) about what had happened, but was too lazy to write a full fledged post about it quite yet.

Disclaimer: Some details have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.

For those who wanted the bare bones version: Nine (I think… I’m not sure) men and me. Hotel suite. Yes, condoms used for vaginal and anal protection. Generous use of lube. Extraordinarily nice, above average in looks, respectful, and gracious group of men who do this semi-regularly. I had a blast! (heehee, I crack myself up… that will make more sense if you read the detailed version.)

Detailed version:

I was guided into the room naked with my hands loosely bound behind my back, not blindfolded but unable to see clearly — no contacts and no glasses.

I was pushed, gently to my knees and there was a cock in front of my face waiting for me to suck it. I did, greedily, and then was offered another and another and another… There were nine men in attendance (I think), but I don’t know how many cocks I sucked in succession. I think I gave some handjobs at the same time…. or maybe that was later.

I had had a few drinks before the main event started, but I was completely aware of what was happening when it was happening. Remembering it, though… I’m not sure what happened when. Or how. Or how many times. Or simultaneously or separately.

The cuffs on my wrists were released. I was on my hands and knees with a cock in my mouth and another fucking me from behind.

For quite a long time I was riding on one man, giving blowjobs to a series of different men, and different men — 3, I think — fucked me in the ass. All three holes filled at once. The man beneath me joked that he was getting the best deal since he was getting to be inside me for the longest continuous amount of time.

Occasionally flashes from cameras went off. The one who had arranged this for me gave directions, sometimes followed, sometimes not. He demonstrated how I like to be fucked hard and handled roughly, but the others treated me much more gently. Maybe it was the shy and young librarian personality — which wasn’t an act. That IS how I act, especially around strangers. Their “dirty” talk was perfect — I remember in particular one guy saying that I was such a cute, pretty little cumslut. What a contrast in words. It was absolutely perfect.

Then the finale. My open mouth was filled with cum. One cock after another depositing a load. I can’t swear that the participants followed instructions, but they were asked to refrain from ejaculating for four days prior to that evening. Heavy loads for me to collect. And swirl with my tongue. And gargle. Which made me laugh and smile. And when the last of the cum filled my mouth, I swallowed it down.

Everything is on film. Or, digitally recorded anyway. But, “on film” sounds better. THAT really turned me on. Knowing it was all being captured for later visual retrieval.

Someone gave me Altoid Sours afterward which I immediately spit out with a “Yuck! Those are disgusting!” I guess having just swallowed a mouthful of cum made that seem like a very funny comment.

Someone had brought a DVD of another recent gangbang this group of men had participated in and they started playing it. Everyone standing around naked or half-dressed and having a great time. Slowly the men were leaving, but I didn’t entirely notice because I once more had three cocks near my face. Honestly, I’m not sure what happened then. I was fucked and fed more cum. I was tired.

I ended the night curled up spooning with one of the men. The one who had arranged all of this.

I wouldn’t say it was one of the most erotic or sexually exciting experience I’ve had, but it was one of the most fun and the most thrilling. It *is* something I’d like to try again. Especially with the same group of guys… my 2nd date rule is currently ONLY for guys from Adult FriendFinder. These guys were from elsewhere. What I’d really like is to try this again while bound. And I’d reassure these guys that I really DO like a bit more rough handling.

I received a few digital snapshots of events today. I got more turned on seeing those and thinking back on the experience than I did during the actual event. I suspected that would happen. That’s not a complaint at all, btw. Memories last a long time and I can’t wait to see the DVD.

I really need to get into better shape, too. I DID have a bit of trouble walking the next day, but much more today!

It’s weird to be reporting on a date (as I refer to the meetings I’ve had with people from Adult FriendFinder) knowing that said date is going to be reading this blog later. I actually told him I’d be blogging about tonight and he didn’t seem to have a problem with it. He said he was curious to find out how he rated.

So, this guy… I need to come up with a moniker for him. I am so not creative that way. Uhmmm…. ok, I’m going to call him Cx, which makes sense to me, but likely doesn’t to anyone else.

I responded to him originally because he has an incredibly awesome profile. And his photos indicated a great body. Which I’m particularly particular about. Not to spoil the ending, but it turns out he’s much hotter in real life.

Took us a while and a few mixups before we found a time to meet. Nice neutral public place. And the first time I’ve met someone sans alcohol. We chatted. He asked me a bit about my experiences on here which I started to tell him about. Then he asked if I found it hard to talk about. Oddly, I had forgotten to be embarrassed at all until he said that. Then I was. My headline, or whatever it’s called, on my profile is “blushing slut.” Or something similar to that. I don’t know if I blush or not, but I often feel like I’m blushing when I talk about sex. No, when I talk about sex and my own personal experiences, I mean. Not about the topic in general. Then somehow it was clear that it was time to go back to his place which was nearby.

He had a guest staying at his apartment who was there in the front room on the couch. I think he was watching tv, but I’m not sure. We went straight into Cx’s room. I felt kind of awkward. I mean, it was obvious what I was there for. What we were both there for, but it’s the beginning that’s difficult. IMO. I’m kind of wondering now as I write this if I remember everything the same way that Cx remembers it. Note that I don’t imply that either one of us remembers it more correctly than the other. But, that’s a whole ‘nother philosophical discussion. I don’t know nearly enough about quantum physics to get into that.

So, I kissed him. And we kissed and groped a bit. He asked me what I wanted. I don’t know if he was just used to asking girls that or if he was trying to get me to SAY what I wanted… which was to be used. To do whatever he wanted. To be told what to do. But really, that only occurred to me now. That he might have wanted me to say all of that out loud. Doh! Look, when you’re getting very turned on, sometimes obvious conclusions escape your attention. So, thankfully, he asked if I wanted to be TOLD what to do. Yes. I could say yes to that.

He told me to get on my knees. That alone got my clit throbbing. “Get on your knees.” That is a beautiful directive right there. He took off his jeans. He was hard already and I put his cock into my mouth. Not only did he have a gorgeous body and a cute face, he had a fabulous cock, too. The ideal size, in my humble opinion. Ah, but we don’t want to go into the details of that, do we? No, then I’d go off on a tangent about cock variations and personal preferences. Save that for another time when I need blogging material.

He had me lay on my back on the bed. He fucked my face. My mouth. I deep-throated him as much as I could. I love when having my throat stuffed with a cock, my eyes start to water. Seems like a goofy thing to enjoy, but I do. He wanted to fuck me. Well, he asked if I wanted him to fuck me, which we all know means HE wanted to. I wasn’t ready yet. I was enjoying tasting him. Eventually, though I did want him inside of me. Or, shall I say inside other parts of me.

Doggie style. There really should be another phrase for that. I’m sure there is and I’m just not remembering it right now. La la la… or as the cool kids say, yadda yadda yadda. He told me he was going to fuck my ass. Honestly, I don’t remember *exactly* what he said, but the gist was between asking me and telling me. And calling me a slut. And fucking me deep from behind. Which all together made me cum.

He wanted me kneeling on the floor. And… I couldn’t do it. I know, poor readers, you’re getting into the story and then I go and ruin it with reality. Ouch. It hurt! Now, I *have* had anal sex before. I’ve also NOT had it before. In other words, what happened tonight has happened before. Sure, I’m all ready and then NOOOO I’m not. Other times, I’m ready and no problem whatsoever. I have no clue what the difference is between those different times. No, it’s not size. I mean, sometimes it has been, but not always. I’m positive. I just don’t know. Let me give this guy extra extra praise for first, stopping when I was clearly in pain, then for trying again. Yes, for trying again. Good idea. But, no, it didn’t work. So, mostly I thank him for stopping — again — AND for not at ALL making me feel badly about it. I mean, how not cool is it for me to say yes to something and literally at the last second say no. Not nice. But he was cool.

Back to fucking me from behind. Deeply. Getting me immensely aroused again. I was afraid he was going to cum while he was inside me — uhm, just as a reassuring aside, yes, we were using protection — so I reminded him that I *really* wanted him to cum in my mouth. Now, here’s the kicker…

He asked me if I wanted to suck off his friend in the other room. Other guys have asked me similar questions before. And you know what? When I’ve said yes, they backed out of it. Which, made sense to me. I mean, group sex is great, but not if the other participants weren’t expecting to be involved. Don’t particularly want to be involved. Feel pressured to be involved. So, once again, I said yes.

Cx jumped up to go tell his friend to get ready for me. Actually, I’m not at all sure what he said to him. I think I said something about not making him join in if he didn’t want to. Or maybe I only thought that. Not sure. His friend seemed to think is was a great idea though. Yippee!

No, really. That’s what I was thinking. “Yippee! Cool! Fun!” I’m soooo weird.

Moving into the front room/common area. I’m naked. Oh, except I still had my socks on come to think of it. That’s such a dorky guy thing, right? But, they WERE cute socks. Multi shades of brown stripes knee highs. Anyway.

Lights are all on. I know there’s the theory that guys don’t care what you look like naked as long as you’re naked. And at the time I was way too psyched to worry about it. But, now I am, of course. Eck. Sooo… sucking Cx while CxFriend gets naked. Is it just me or does CxFriend look like a C++ object name? Yeah, I thought so.

CxFriend seems to be concerned that he’s not yet hard enough. Cx tells him not to worry that I’ll get him hard. Which of course I’m happy to do. Actually, I absolutely love that. I “absolutely love” lots of things, don’t I? I LOVE feeling a guy get hard and larger and more and more and more in my mouth. It’s much more tactile than feeling it in my hands. CxFriend in my mouth. CxFriend on his knees. Me on my knees bent over. Cx fucks me from behind. YES!

I was going to write a blog about how I would love to work my way through the Purity Test list. Well, already, I get one marked off! I’m ahead of schedule.

Seriously. It was awesome. Fast forward to each of them came in my mouth. And they both came A LOT.

All in all quite a delightful evening. And I got home in time to go to bed at a decent hour, too!

Even though this is another novel length post from me, I’m positive there is stuff I had intended to say that I’ve forgotten, so let this serve as a warning that I may refer again to this post and this evening again. Or maybe not.

The problem with meeting at a caffeine oriented rather than an alcohol oriented establishment is that now I’m not nearly as tired as I should be for this time of night. Damn.

Disclaimer: I am under the influence of alcohol. All misspellings, which I am SO anal about, are a result of my fingers not doing what I tell them to.

Buzzed blogging. Inebriated emailing. All to replace drunk dialing. Gotta love alliteration.

So. I hope everyone who contacts me and whom I go and meet realizes that I kiss and tell, as I referred to in an earlier blog post. Really, that should be warning enough, I’d think.

Guy emails me with a fantabulous fantasy idea. My profile *asks* guys to email me their fantasies. As an aside: Even if a fantasy doesn’t appeal to me right away, sometimes they kind of incubate in my mind and become a turn-on later on. End of aside. This guy’s fantasy TOTALLY made me hot. Well, except for one little part that was easily fixed. And he emailed his photo in the email. And he was legible.

So, I emailed him back. Unfortunately, at the moment, I’m kind of out of comission for full-on sex. WTF, I’m babbling about all my personal secrets anyway, right? I had a ridiculous allergic reaction to, I think, a new shaving cream I bought. And I keep myself, uhm… trimmed. Bad bad dermatological situation. So, no fucking. Ouch.

But, I happen to love sucking cock. No really. I do. And being told what do. OMG. This guy was so fucking incredibly good at the whole scenario.

You know what? I am *really* too buzzed to give a description that is worthy of the experience.

But, for the titillation of my almost non-existant audience: Major flirtaion (did I mention that this guy is so fucking gorgeous that I could cream my pants just looking at him? No? Well, true.), groping, blindfold…

hey, guy who I’m not actually identifying… what was that about? I mean, no problem and it ended up being weirdly hot, but, what was up with that? Just curious…

… eventually, parked in a not entirely private space, I get to suck cock, orders taken from him — damn good voice for that, too — THEN outSIDE public place, me blindfolded having no idea what the hell is going on and turned on by that, blah blah blah (not that that blah wasn’t also great, but I need to go to sleep soon), mouth-full-of-cum. I *think* I missed some, and I LOVE when I miss some, actually, and get to lick it up, but I was blindfolded! and couldn’t see where it went.

la-di-da.

OMG. This guy must think I’m a total, well, slut. But in a bad way. See? Guys LIKE the idea of a slut *before* they get off. Not so much afterwards. Oh well.

Did I mention I’m not quite sober as I write this?

Good night.

Lingerie makes hagglers happy-go-lucky
from news@Nature.

Summed up: Men who were exposed to a higher level of testosterone while in the womb lose their resolve in a gambling situation after being exposed to photos of attractive women, or even just handling a bra.

This article also talks about how you can tell how much testosterone an infant was exposed to in the womb by comparing the lengths of the index and ring fingers. Something that has fascinated me every since I first read about it.

I guess that for most women (?) the index finger is either equal or greater in length than the ring finer. Most men have a longer ring finger. My ring finger is noticeably longer than my index finger, so when I first read this, I thought it must be wrong. But, since then, I’ve noticed that that does seem to be right. Aside: Yes, when I’m straining to look at someone’s hand, I’m not looking for a wedding ring. I’m comparing finger lengths! I haven’t found out yet what that might mean about me. Except that I’m more likely to be a lesbian, I think. I’ve concluded that from various remarks in journal articles, though I don’t think it’s every been explicitly stated that I’ve seen. OTOH, I do wonder if that’s why I have a higher sex drive than most women.

So, Men? Women? How do your index and ring finger lengths compare? How do you think your sex drive compares to others of your sex?

I went on another “date” with the guy I mentioned in an earlier post.

The entire experience was me giving him a blowjob in the parking lot of a local mall. This particular mall used to be the “cool” place to go when I was in high school. Now it’s kind of run-down and a bit sleazy.

I certainly never gave anyone a blowjob in my teen years at that mall. (Or anywhere else, for that matter.)

But, I feel like a normal teenager. The group I hung out with in high school was (IS) a very well-behaved, honor-roll type group. I still find it a weird idea that lots of teenager drink, do drugs, smoke, have sex, etc. We didn’t do any of those things, nor did we know anyone who did. So, I’m doing that now. Well, not the drugs. And I just quit smoking a couple of months ago.

But, c’mon! A blowjob! In a car! In the mall parking lot!

This is too much fun.