Another Sex Blog

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.

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!

Meant to write this a while ago.

Actually, I was out on a “date” with a guy who said he “already” wanted to see me again. Before we even got naked. LOL. So, I told him, well, good thing I didn’t post my new rule about no more second dates then, huh? He took that to mean he had no chance at a second date. I meant that it would be ironic if I’d posted that I no longer was going on second dates and then immediately went out with a guy who I wanted to see again. Anyway. That’s besides the point.

So, why no more 2nd dates? No second chance, do-overs, repeats, sequels, etc.

I self-identify as a slut. That I *want* to be a slut. I do NOT like feeling like a callgirl. Yes, there’s a difference. And it’s not just the fact that I ain’t getting paid.

The first dates are fun. Exciting. Interesting at the very least. There’s at least some talking. Laughing. And during the sex itself? I’m making assumptions about the guys’ intentions here, I know that. I think they’re trying to impress me. They try, at least, to make it enjoyable for me, too. And any “dates” after that? It’s all about what they want.

Ugh, that doesn’t sound right. I mean, I *like* doing the pleasing. That’s not the problem in itself. There’s no effort to get me off. There’s no non-sex foreplay. There’s rarely much sexual foreplay either. It’s very very similar to what I imagine (cuz I don’t have actual personal experience with this) a callgirl experience is like. Call her up. Tell her what you want. She does it. Nothing in return. (Well, at least a callgirl gets paid, I suppose.) Then send her on her way.

Ok, I sound a LOT more bitter than I am. I’m not. I’m not mad at men. Or any thing else negative. I’m just saying that what happens on second dates is not what I’m looking for. Live and learn, right?

So, only first dates from now on. But I reserve the right to change my mind for certain people. Like the guy I mentioned above.

With him… I ended up drinking too much and we didn’t get to the good stuff til the next morning. And, yes, it was good. Even if the jewelry on the pierced cock clinked on my teeth a bit too much. I’m sure with some practice I could get used to it, right?

He wanted to spray my face with his cum. As long as I get to lick some of it up… sounds good to me! Yum.

Plus he was really fucking good looking.

Why do I even attempt to write about any of my experiences when it just makes me horny?

I got a new toy recently… .
I think I better go make sure it works. G’nite.

… on how to make AnoherSexBlogger cum:

Nipples. My nipples are key. Play with them. Roll them between your fingers. Lick them, suck them, gently bite them. Flick your tongue over them. Have I gotten my point across? My nipples are like magic ‘on’ buttons.

Talk dirty to me. TELL me what you’re going to do to me. Or have me do to you. Tell me if you like what I’m doing. Tell me what you wish you could do to me or have me do. Call me names — whore, cumslut, bitch — be creative.

Cum in my mouth. Ok, I realize this isn’t always convenient, depending on what’s going on when you’re ready to cum. And just cumming in my mouth isn’t going to make me cum all by itself. But if I’m close, this can push me over the edge.

Let me be on top. Or bent over something — a bed, a couch, a table — while you fuck me from behind.

A vibrator? Actually, I’ve never tried this. But, I assume using a vibrator on my clit *with* a guy would work just as well as when I use it *alone*.

MAYBE oral sex. Most of the time, though, no. I’ll explain. C’mon you knew I couldn’t write just a simple list, didn’t you? If a guy goes down on me I spend way too much effort worrying to ever relax enough to cum. I worry that he finds it distasteful (no pun intended?) and is just doing it because “everyone knows” that all women like it. I worry that it’s taking too long for me to cum so he’s getting tired. It all boils down to, I don’t believe he really WANTS to be eating me. And that makes me not be able to relax. HOWEVER — there was one guy I dated who convinced me that he actually liked it. He made me feel like *I* was doing *him* a favor by letting him do it. (Which, actually, IS how I felt about it.) And OMG he made me cum. Hard. Yeah, I had no problem whatsoever letting him do THAT again. Another guy recently accomplished the same thing. Anyway, I asked my ex once exactly what it was he did down there that worked. Cuz, really, I couldn’t tell. Since this is a cheatsheet, I’ll pass on what he said. He said he would get my clit between his teeth — YES, his teeth — and flick back and forth with his tongue. He’d tease me by being rhythmic and then change the rhythm and finally just continue at a rhythm until I came.

Don’t STOP! See, if a woman says “Don’t stop,” she means it. She doesn’t mean “go faster.” Or “change the pace of what you’re doing.” Or “harder.” Or “softer.” She means “KEEP DOING EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE DOING!” Even if you feel like you’re about to pass out. Or cramp up. Just a few more seconds. Maybe a minute. Ok? Please? Thanks.

Did I mention my nipples?

Tell me if I have to be quiet. I’m noisy. Most of the time. Grunts and moans. I’ve had guys suddenly cover my mouth to make me be quiet, which *does* shut me up — because then I feel like I’m supposed to be ashamed. Which just turns me off. I know that’s irrational. It’s usually just that I didn’t realize they don’t want their neighbor or roommate or, I don’t know, dog to hear us having sex. The point being, just let me know if I have to be quiet; don’t panic and cover my mouth. Which reminds me of another point…

Do not be ashamed of having sex with me. Or, at the very least, try to hide it from me. So you met me on a sex site? So what? Don’t create these obstacles to get around just to ensure that no one could possibly see us together. (Notice that on my profile I do NOT list “discrete relationships” as something I’m looking for.) If someone does see us and wants to know who I am, I’m someone you met online. What’s the big deal? Because if you *are* ashamed to be seen with me, I can’t help but take that as a judgment of me personally. That you wouldn’t want to be associated with someone who LOOKS like me, mainly. And that makes me think that you want to have sex only because you want to have sex and not because you want to have sex with ME. Which leads to…

Be turned on by me. Yup. It’s totally circular, but if you’re turned on my ME then I’LL be turned on and be much more likely to cum.

Be rough as opposed to gentle. I want to feel like I’m being used. For your pleasure. I want to feel like, of course you’re a nice guy, but you’re so turned on that you just can’t help yourself. You HAVE to have me. Now. THIS way. (Whichever way “this” is.)

Dominate me. (Ack, I can’t help myself… which would make you “dominaNT” not “dominaTE”. Ok. End of spelling lesson.) Same reasons as above I think. Not that reasons really matter. Tell me what to do. Tell me if I’m doing something wrong or you want something done differently. (Tell me if I’m doing good, too! There’s something about being told “Good girl” in a sexual situation that really gets to me.) MAKE me be your slut. (Ahem, in case it’s not obvious, I don’t mean REAL force here. BDSM usually involves safe words and if we were to really be getting into the kind of thing where “no” doesn’t mean “no” then I’d negotiate safe words. For general play, though, an annoyed “cut it out!” from me usually works.)

Ok. That’s enough. That should do it. If I keep typing I’ll end up getting into specific fantasies, which was not the point of this post.

Please print out and post next to the furniture of your choice for fucking. Review frequently. You will be tested on this material at a later time.

I want to be fucked senseless. For so long and so hard that I can barely walk.

I want to be fucked until I absolutely can’t take any more. And then some more after that.

I want to have someone whose chest I can lay my head on.

I want to have someone to watch movies with.

I want to suck cock every day of my life and be fed cum like a daily medicine I need to live.

I want to be photographed fucking and sucking. I want there to be evidence that I’m a slut who can’t get enough sex.

I want to be missed when I go away on vacation.

I want to be called names — bitch, whore, cumslut, cunt — during sweaty sex, and then be told that I’m adored, appreciated, sweet, and pretty afterwards.

I want to be “forced” to be an exhibitionist and to wear slutty clothes out in public, while having someone with me who is turned on by the fact that HE gets to fuck me when we get home, but all the other guys are watching me.

I want to be wanted.

I want to be completely used sexually, taken advantage of completely.
And then I want to be held and taken care of.

And I want it all NOW.

And I don’t know what I want.