Another Sex Blog

I hadn’t seen him for quite some time. He’d emailed me and told me that he’d met a girl (offline) and was going to try the monogamous thing with her. I was a bit pouty over that email. I knew he didn’t mean to be insulting at all and wouldn’t have sent it if he thought it would hurt my feelings. He called being on Adult FriendFinder “an experiment” and that made me feel like *I’d* been “just” part of an experiment. Since I’d thought we’d gotten along well (in addition to the amazing sex), I felt blown off. Disregarded. Inconsequential. I *felt* like he was saying that if we happened to run into one another somewhere he would completely ignore me. On the other hand, logically I knew that he wasn’t like that. So, like I said. I was just being pouty.

More than once, I’ve had guys tell me in one way or another that they’d be horribly embarrassed if anyone they knew found out that they’d been “with” me. And all of those times were before I became active on Adult FriendFinder, so that wasn’t the reason. I. HATE. THAT. I used to tolerate it. Obviously. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have happened more than once. I won’t put up with it anymore. I’m not a secret. Which is why I don’t hook up with guys who are cheating on their wives. I really don’t have a moral problem with extramarital affairs. Personally, I think monogamy is an unrealistic ideal, but I don’t have a moral problem with people who try to achieve it, either. I just don’t want to be a secret. I would have to be kept under wraps if I was The Other Woman, though. So, no thanks.

All’s ok now, though. And he’s so-called single again, so…

Boy, I’m totally getting off the topic. Because I MEANT to write about how this guy is just… wow. I never did write about him earlier when I asked what people wanted me to write about. He was both “WOW incredible sex” and “WOW incredible sex the SECOND time”. And a third and fourth, at least. I’m not sure exactly how many times I saw him. This is a guy that can go all night. Really. Each time, we had sex over and over. At least twice, I was almost painfully sore the next day. Just almost.

I’ve written before about not being a big fan of *receiving* oral sex. (I LOVE giving it.) Mr. Wow is the second guy ever to make me come by going down on me. I wish I could tell exactly what it is he does down there that makes it so irresistible so I could give instructions to others!

Anyway, last night was another great experience with plenty of orgasms for all. After dinner, we were in his car riding to his place when he started groping me. Damn. Great mouth and tongue and great hands. Unfortunately, I had one of those self-conscious attacks and worried that I was having way too much more fun than he was. That’s the root of what makes it hard for me to come from oral sex and it put the brakes on my likelihood of coming in the car, too. But for those few minutes, he was caressing and squeezing my breasts, flicking and pinching my nipples — sure ways to get me turned on. Then his hand went up my thigh, under my skirt, pushed the panties away, and his fingers went to work. Again, I’m not even totally sure what he was doing but it felt damn good!

When I masturbate, I almost never insert anything, even my fingers, into myself. It’s just not arousing. I don’t crave it. But if a guy knows what he’s doing (ahem, trim the fingernails, guys) I love it coming from someone else.

I’m totally being random in today’s post.

Oh, there’s this one position he fucks me in that’s gone on my non-existent list of all time favorite positions. Me lying on my stomach, legs together. He’s behind me / on top of me. My butt ends up sticking up in the air a bit, but that’s because I can’t help rocking my hips in that position. I rock my hips when I’m really turned on. If we stayed in that position for longer and if I had a pillow or, better, a vibrator under me that I could rock ON… I’m pretty sure I’d just keep coming and coming over and over.

Ok, I’ve written enough now. No play-by-play, I know. I just write what comes out of my head through my fingers onto the keyboard.

… 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.

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.