Another Sex Blog

I realized I was trying to stay absolutely still. Barely breathing. Not twitching. Just. Still.

I was holding back from cumming. Staying right on the edge of it.

If I reacted TOO much then he might stop. It’s not that I had any reason, really, to think that, but I did.

I think that, in my experience, when I start really reacting to something, the guy assumes I’m ready for something else. Usually fucking. And stops doing whatever was driving me wild.

I can’t describe exactly what he was doing because when I’m that much in pleasurality (yes, I did just make up that word) I can’t focus on such details. My nipples were in his mouth. I think his fingers may have been playing with my clit. Yes, I know they were because at one point I did make a comment that it was like there was an electrical connection between my nipple and my clit. His response to that was “No.” I have no idea what that meant, but it wasn’t about to ask at the time.

I swear, I’m getting turned on again thinking about how good it felt.

I was just SO afraid it would STOP.

I really do have a very difficult time *accepting* pleasure. I adore giving it. I can, as I’ve mentioned before in this blog, CUM while sucking cock.

I once dated a guy who would get super turned on and almost cum by eating me out. That was the only way I could relax and enjoy it.

I need to find someone who will get that way while playing with or sucking on my nipples. THAT would truly be Nirvana.

But, this recent experience was pretty close.

How unusual IS it for a woman to really really really love sex? In all it’s raunchiest. In all it’s kinkiest. To love cock. To love being fucked.

To think about it at LEAST once every time seeing (literally) a new guy?

C’mon, I can’t really be that unusual, right?

I don’t understand my female friends who SAY that sex just isn’t that important to them. That they never get SO turned on that they just HAVE to masturbate or go insane.

I know there are other women like me out there. And likely on here. Why do we have to be such freaks?

(Btw, I feel complete sympathy for guys who *don’t* constantly think of sex… I’m guessing they feel similar to how I do in regards to this post.)

I love being a woman. I love dressing up and makeup and my breasts and multiple orgasms and lots and lots of things that come with being female. The pluses, to me, totally surpass the minuses (of which there are many!). But, sexually, I feel like I can relate more to how guys are. Or at least are stereotypically.

Dammit, I think I’m a guy man inside a woman’s body. Except for the boobs thing. I’m so glad I have mine.

Last night I met up with someone I’d met with, via AdultFriendFinder, approximately 2 years ago. ( See Thank you and I’m sorry for what I wrote about the experience then. )

We met at the hotel he was staying at. I got there early, not being sure how traffic or parking would be, so I sat at the bar with a magazine. Which in itself was fun. The bartender was friendly and the drink was great. I didn’t feel at all odd being a woman alone sitting and reading. I read online that that bar is a popular after work place to go; maybe I’ll make my way there sometime.

Anyway, we found that the hotel’s restaurant was closed so we got the concierge to get us into another restaurant… I didn’t find out until today that it’s really difficult to get reservations for the place we ended up going. The food was great. We were seated in a bar area, instead of “regular” tables, but the atmosphere was perfect for catching up/ intimate conversation. I kind of wish that I didn’t feel so reluctant to give out details — otherwise I’d recommend the restaurant to other Chicagoans. Also, now I know that if there’s some restaurant I really want to try I should walk into a snazzy hotel and get the concierge to call for me!

Back to the hotel and down to business. lol.

I completely lost track of how many times I came. It was a lot. There wasn’t one touch he gave me that wasn’t pleasurable.

I’ve had a full-body massage once. It was ok. Not anywhere near the bliss that I’ve heard others describe a massage as being. THIS was like that, though. I could go into detail of what happened first, what came next, etc… but I feel like there’s no way I could really get across what it was like.

His real talent, I believe, lies in being able to read my body language and reactions. I assume he can do this with other women as well. But there’s an additional key to this… there’s something about him that makes me trust him enough to have my reactions by honest. I hold back sometimes with other guys for fear of being judged somehow. I’d love to learn how he learned all that. If he even knows.

Thanks for another fabulous experience. I really needed it, too.

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.

The last poll’s purpose was to give me some more procrastination time. And then I took even longer that that allowed for. I was never really planning on writing only or first about whatever topic got the highest votes — I was planning on writing about all of them — eventually.

Way back on the weekend of St. Pat’s, I went on a date with a guy from Adult FriendFinder. We met at a classy bar — a very nice locale for this sort of thing. He was very attractive, funny, intelligent. We had some great conversation, at least in my opinion. It was close to an idea first date. I liked him a lot and I knew that I’d like to spend more time with him. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t *repulsed* by me. So, what went wrong? Easy answer, I think. I got drunk. Wasted. Completely hammered.

It wasn’t intentional. Actually, I think the fact that I was having such a good time contributed to me not paying too much attention to my intake. Personally, I believe I’m somewhat more charming when slightly tipsy. But that wasn’t the case this time.

I only remember bits and pieces of the night between leaving the bar and leaving his place in the morning. Of course, not all of that memory loss is a result of too much booze (scotch in case you’re wondering.) Some is simply because it happened over a month ago. Yes, we did have sex. I don’t know how many times exactly. I’m pretty sure he came in my mouth, but I wouldn’t bet my life on it. I vaguely remember having anal sex, but I might be making that up.

I’m pretty sure I didn’t come. I’m noisy even when I don’t, though, so the gentleman I was with might think I did. That’s not a criticism of him, btw, just a descriptive fact.

Ok, to be honest, even though I’m not sharing details, the sex was just average. Not great. Not horrible. Just ok. So-so.

It’s important to me to acknowledge my part of the blame for the so-so-ness. (Or in anything that goes wrong for that matter.) But, having done that, yeah, he did some things wrongly, too. I’m not really comfortable publicly reporting them or denouncing him personally, though. I have no clue if he’s reading this and I think that would just be horribly rude.

I was really awkward the next morning when I left, too. Which I’m not usually. I just had no idea what he was thinking… was this intended to be a one-nighter or not? Usually I know. I was all discombobulated!! I think that maybe if I didn’t feel like I goofed things up by getting so drunk, I wouldn’t have trouble telling him what he did “wrong”. And so then if we *were* compatible, we could have discussed it and made everything all nice. At least in my fantasy world.

Oh well. The next night I had a date with another guy from Adult FriendFinder. And, uhm, yeah. WOW.

Maybe I’ll even blog about that soon.

One of the best orgasms I ever had was… last night. I was primed by multiple orgasms earlier in the evening. G-spot stimulation ROCKS! LOL.

The more sex I have, the hornier I get. I just want more, More, MORE! I seem to be able to cum easier if I’ve already cum earlier, too. Though the intensity of the orgasms get weaker each time. Usually.

Last night I had five or six orgasms. Dammit, I can’t remember exactly the order in which they happened. Anyway…

Earlier (which I seem to be saying too much here, but can’t think of a better word for some reason), two of the orgasms came primarily from nipple stimulation. My nipples, his mouth, and me grinding against him. I love that. Oh right, back to the super one…

So, oh, this is important, too. Earlier (that word again), I went down on him and then watched as he came. Cum spurted upwards and onto his stomach. Thick white globs. My clit throbbed with the anticipation. He let me lick him clean. It just seemed so dirty, slutty, depraved… just my thing! YumMY!

So, later… I’m lying on my back on the couch. He’s sitting upright and my legs are draped over his lap. At first it was like he was kind of just gently, absentmindedly, playing with my pussy. And my hips start rocking. They just do that, unless I consciously stop them, when I’m turned on. He started manipulating his fingers inside of me. And reached THE spot. I just kept feeling better and better, swiftly riding up that hill of climax.

What I’m thinking about while being stimulated or stimulating myself is a crucial ingredient in my orgasm, both the strength and whether it even happens. I couldn’t stop picturing his cum on his skin. Or remembering the taste of it. If I could have had a cock in my mouth at the same time, I might have died from elation. As it was, I was in a state of bliss.

I came hard.

And long.

When it was over, I still felt as if it were happening. It’s hard to explain. It’s like if you’re spanked hard. And afterwards, you can still FEEL the slap? It was like that. Like a tactile afterimage.

Wow.

Now, I’m just left wanting **MORE**.

I’m an optimist. Which basically means that — well, actually it means I do spend a lot of my time quite happy. Looking forward to things. Being hopeful. But it also means I’m frequently disappointed.

I went on another second date. And to all you people who might be thinking, hey, I thought you were on hiatus… oh just shut up. Alright, I might as well address that first.

I was on hiatus from AFF. I’m on another site that’s like the evil twin of AdultFriendFinder. I hadn’t been very active over there before, but thought I’d give it a chance. So, actually I *have* been seeing new people. Just only new very kinky people. Ok. End of confession.

So, in my post about no more 2nd dates, I mentioned a guy who I said I *would* go on a second date with. And then he emailed me. Having read that. I think. So, I said yes.

On the first date, he was awesomely nice to me. He flirted with me. He gave me compliments — lots of them. Even though compliments make me a bit uncomfortable and I can never completely believe them, I’m still a complete sucker for them. And once we got to the down and dirty stuff, he was attentive. If you know what I mean. (Pssst… that means he seemed to both *care* if I came AND made an active attempt to make it happen.)

I just got home from the second date. Originally it was supposed to be from 8 p.m. tonight right through til tomorrow. Then he moved it up to this afternoon. And made reference to how it would be a close to 24 hour session. Or at least 24 hours of being together. Take a look at the time of this post. Yeah. I’m home.

Second date was EXACTLY what I said they all are in my previous post when I declared my new no 2nd date rule. Except that it didn’t last only an hour. Looking at that other post I see that I didn’t actually write as much as I thought I did. Other second dates were lasting about an hour. That whole call girl reference was referring to that. So, this one lasted a lot longer, but relative to how long it was supposed to go, is this really any different?

And instead of my not coming at all when the guy does get to come, this time I didn’t come and he came three times. He may be reading this and be pissed off that I’m complaining. I don’t know. If so, let me point out that it’s not personal. It’s just how guys are, I guess. I should know that by now. He’s also probably thinking that I came twice. NO, I said “I’m going to cum” twice. Not the same thing.

Oh, and not one compliment at all. Good to see you doesn’t count.

Really this post is not about him. It’s about me being stupidly optimistic and not paying attention to my own rules that I made based on my own observations. I’m sure I’ll do it again.

I don’t think it’s possible to have what I say I want in my profile. My new one. Yes, I’m changing the subject. Guys can’t be extraordinarily turned on by a girl and really really want to fuck her AND like her. (I don’t mean to rant against men — it’s just that I’m looking for a guy to do that so it doesn’t concern me whether or not it’s possible for women. Or anteaters. Or elm trees.) Someone said in response to my new profile — back when it was just a blog posting — that awww, I was looking for love. No, I’m not. All I want is like. I really don’t need love and devotion and commitment and all that. I just want to be liked AND lusted after.

I don’t think that’s possible. So, back to one date only. Because I don’t want to give up the sex that I love so much just to have some guy like me. My friends like me. My family, most of them, like me. Hell, most of the time *I* like me, too. I don’t actually lust after myself, but I do make myself cum… I think I’m just going to hang out with myself for a while.

Guys who are reading this… if anyone’s gotten all the way this far!… this is NOT an anti-guy rant. I love men. I *like* them. This post is mainly a reminder for myself to read.

1) Do NOT go on second dates! You will NOT have good sex AND you’ll be reminded that the guy doesn’t LIKE you. Stop. Don’t do it!

2) If the guy doesn’t get you off just do it yourself. And if he makes a joke about you doing so, punch him in the balls while he’s still lying there naked and go back to what you were doing.

3) Don’t let guys know that you like sex and not just sex with them. Guys SAY that’s appealing. Then they get all grumpy when you make any reference to it.

4) Make sure that there’s still some ice cream in the refrigerator when you get home from a date because it really sucks to be depressed and have to get back in your car to go get some.