Another Sex Blog

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**.

Guys will fuck anything that moves.

That’s what a lot of people believe. Or say they believe anyway.

I think about sex a lot. (I know, you’re saying “Noooo. Really?”) I don’t mean fantasizing, though I do that, too. I think about psychological and physical aspects of sex. I just find it fascinating and have the hardest time understanding that not everyone does, but that’s another thing I spend time thinking about…

So, the idea that men aren’t picky when it comes to who they’ll have sex with is one of those concepts, ideas, memes, that I sometimes ponder. I’m talking about basically a horny one-night stand, btw, not an ongoing relationship — even of the No Strings Attached variety.

So, guys, is it true?

It seems to me that people tend to hook up, either short term or long term, with people similar to themselves. In terms of looks. Good looking people with good looking people. Average with average. Etc. Yeah, there are the exceptions — the really hot model with the super rich not-so-hot older guy being the stereotypical example. But, you know, in general.

But when it’s “Hey, I wanna get laid tonight. Let’s see who I can take home…?”

Women (in general — this is all in general, I realize it could be different for any one individual) tend to only have sex with men they’re attracted to. Now that could be completely physical, but women also tend to find a guy that they really LIKE for whatever reason more attractive. As they get to know a guy, and begin to like him, their attraction actually grows. Sorry, I’m digressing.

Hmmm… it just occurred to me that there’s also the beer-goggles factor to consider.

Yes, this is *really* the kind of thing I spend LOTS of time wondering about.

I just read this in someone’s profile: “a great relationship starts in the bedroom… then goes from there.”

That’s something I agree with and have meant to write about it. Compared to most people, I’m fairly kinky. I forget that since I’m so used to hanging out places like here (well, virtually hang out anyway), other similar online communities, and sometimes IRL with similarly minded people.

So… yes, I would like to have a romantic relationship. But, I don’t want just ANY one.

I’m a Quirkyalone.

Quirkyalone: noun/adj. A person who enjoys being single (but is not opposed to being in a relationship) and generally prefers to be alone rather than dating for the sake of being in a couple. With unique traits and an optimistic spirit; a sensibility that transcends relationship status.

So, I only want a relationship that is sexually non-monogomous. Enables/shares/celebrates (not sure of the right word) my kinks. Of course, there are other things I want, too, in a relationship, but those are very important to me.

So, sex first, then we can find out if we’re compatible other ways afterwards. I hear a lot the warning that women shouldn’t sleep with a guy right away. That guys don’t want to date a woman who slept with them so quickly. LOL! Great. I don’t WANT to date a guy who thinks like that, so my method weeds them out right away!

Actually, I went on a date with a guy recently. And I’m totally undecided if I want to go out with him again or not. I need to have sex with him before I can figure that out!

I have love and friendship. Absolutely wonderful friends and family. I have sex, even kinky sex. And if nothing else, this place has taught me that that will always be available! Although it would be Fabulous if I could have both in the same person. I’m not willing to give up the quality of either for that.

So, sweet talk me AND fuck me. Not necessarily in that order.

Here’s the fantasy he described.

In the Dark.

You come to my house and I welcome you at the door with a blindfold in hand. I promptly put it over your eyes so you become isolated from the environment immediately. Your Master guides you to a room and gets you undressed completely, leaving you stark naked and still blind. You are restrained next, arms behind your back, legs slightly opened and you are made to get on your knees. Next come hours and hours of complete loss of control. In the dark you will wait for whatever comes next never knowing what it is or when it is coming or how long you have been kneeling in that room. It may be your Master’s cock in your mouth, a gentle back rub, a hard spank, a juicy strawberry in your mouth, some aromatic oil, a vibrator in your pussy for what seems like hours. Your hair will be pulled, you will swallow you Master’s cum, you will feel his hands and his cock exploring every crevice, you will hear different sounds and music, wax will be poured on you, ice will be used on your nipples. Basically you won’t know what’s coming next, you won’t know when it will and all you can do is wait. You might have to wait 10 minutes or you might have to wait half an hour for the next thing. All you’ll know is that your Master has a long night of assaulting your senses in every possible way, sublime and painful, hard and soft, sweet and sour. You will not be allowed to fall asleep, your senses will be buzzing for your next sensation which could be simple or could be complex, and always it will be your Master’s decision until you can’t take it anymore and you beg to be released.

And then what happened…

He did blindfold me soon after I entered his house. Reality almost always interferes in enacting fantasies. I had to take off my jacket, hat, gloves! Blindfolded, he led me to another room and had me kneel on something soft to cushion my knees. He fastened a collar around my neck. He handcuffed my hands in front of me. I was still fully dressed. Fitted blazer, sheer blouse, black bra. Knee length pencil skirt, black thigh highs, black satin panties, and pink and black leopard print 4″ heels.

Honestly, I can’t tell you everything about the night in a linear fashion. I don’t remember. And it’s not because this took place last Saturday. I couldn’t have told you what happened in what order immediately afterwords either.

Not all of my senses were as heightened as others. I don’t think that I connect with music in the way many others do, for example. He played music that had heavy rhythms and sometimes drums. While I liked some of the songs and it did sometimes mask other noises, it wasn’t something I paid much attention to. Taste isn’t something that overwhelms me either. Of course, there are tastes that I love and crave, but I don’t feel the way that I’ve heard others who LOVE food describe.

My sense of touch, however, is very sensitive and during these hours, I felt like I could pinpoint each and every nerve. So that’s what I’ll describe most, what affected me most, what I remember, enjoyed, anticipated, and dreaded most. And, again, in not necessarily the order in which it happened.

He caressed my face. Ran his fingers through my hair. That feeling, of being petted like, well, a pet, is heavenly. Chills run through my body at the same time that a feeling of warmth does. At some point he removes my clothing. In steps. I’m left with only my panties.

He told me that he wanted to make me so wet that he’d be able to feel me seeping through the satin. So, I cheated a bit. I removed the cotton lining that’s in the crotch of most panties. Apparently, this made them somewhat sheer, too. And they felt fabulous. The silky smoothness lightly fondling my hairless lips. Mmmm.

He spanked me with his hand. Then gently smoothed the area he’d just hit. Cupping my ass. That was an electrifying feeling. Really. Like pricks of electricity in the area that had just been slapped. I felt him hold me gently and then… slap! As the night went on, those slaps got sharper. Once, twice?, my ass felt the sharp sting of a crop.

He’d purchased a Wartenberg Pinwheel. That was… wow. Lightly rolling over my skin, it almost tickled. Another sensation to give me the shivers. but then, when just a bit more pressure was applied and without being able to see and my sense of touch heightened… it felt exactly like I was being cut with a very sharp knife. Sliced. Since I was fully aware of what he was doing, what tool was being used, I *knew* that wasn’t what was happening. I trembled. Shook. It was horrible and I loved it.

Oh! I almost forgot about the candle wax. Much more than last time. On my breasts. It was the same as last time, though. Pain that miraculously disappears entirely. Extreme discomfort and then release. Akin to orgasm. Not like the spanking, btw, which lingers.

A feather very lightly on my skin. On my breastbone and my tummy. That took a little while for me to recognize. Did it come after the Pinwheel? It felt warm. I thought it was something liquid being poured on me at first. Then I realized what it was. And was grateful I’m not ticklish.

I know he meant for the spankings, the smacks and slaps on my ass, to be surprises. When he was holding me gently, kissing me, and petting me, I could tell when one was coming. His arm would pull back. There was a pause. And I’d tense to prepare for it. But, when he was just walking around… I’m sure I didn’t always know when he was near, but I think I did more than he realized. He smokes. Well, when he was actually smoking near me, he knew I could smell that, but I could detect the odor of cigarettes even when he wasn’t smoking at the time. If he was near enough. And I would brace myself. Eventually, I was in an almost constant state of tension. Waiting for another strike of pain. And those spankings HURT! Fuck! MUCH later, I could still feel a thin line of pain where the crop had made contact. The tension, clenching my muscles, when I though he might be near and trying to sneak up on me… I came close to crying. Not from any actual sensation, but from the anxiety.

My thighs ached. I thought “I’m going to HAVE to tell him that I can’t stay in this position any longer. I need to move.” But, I didn’t. He had me stand at one point, for just a short time, and I was unable to do so on my own. I held onto him, gripped his shoulders. Actually, of everything, this, I think, shows the best how much I trusted him. I’ve never been able to play that game where you fall backwards and trust that your parter, behind you, will catch you. I just can’t do it. Even if it’s someone I KNOW would never ever hurt me and would do anything to protect me from harm… I’m certain they’ll be distracted at just the wrong moment. But, I trusted him to hold me standing and not let me fall.

He put clamps on my nipples, when I still had my bra on so there was some protective padding. (Do you know how difficult it is to find bras these days that *aren’t* molded? It’s crazy.) Other times, he pulled on my nipples. Squeezed my breasts. Teased me.

I don’t know that any of this really sounds erotic. But, it was. I DID get very wet.

Photos were taken throughout all of this. Flashes went off. It was disconcerting. Not having any idea of what I looked like and having my picture taken. While I knew pictures were being taken, there were times when I must have not really been paying attention to that, because I later saw photos that I could tell were taken at times that I wasn’t at all concsious of them.

He fed me his cock. For those new to my blog (waving at newcomers, if there are any), that is one of my biggest turn-ons. OMG. I love having my mouth full with cock. My tongue being kept busy. And, I have a serious cum fetish. So as I sucked him, as he fucked my face, I knew that I was going to get to taste and swallow his cum. That just made me wetter.

I collapsed on the floor. Layed down, very comfortable. He left me for a while. The song “You Sexy Thing” came on. LOL. I love that song. I started dancing, while lying down. I think he missed seeing that, but I’m not sure. I know I had a huge smile on my face. I swear it’s a good thing that song didn’t play earlier when something more intense was going on. I would have started bobbing and grinning and that would have been weird! Hehe.

He made me cum with his fingers thrusting inside of me. He gets right at my G spot, the underside of my clit, whatever it is in that spot that is just amazing. I don’t know when that happened exactly. Near the end or after he’d taken off the blindfold and collar and handcuffs?

We took a bubble bath and I got to be giggly and girly and goofy. Very relaxed. He told me that he was happy with what had happened. He was pleased. And that made me *glow* inside.

Not everything was as perfect as he wanted it to be, I’m sure. Some of the sensations he tried to provoke in me really weren’t happening. I mean, they happened, but weren’t out of the ordinary. Didn’t overwhelm me. Obviously, others very much did. Probably more than he knows either way. Those that were less and those that were more.

Lots more happened than what I wrote about here. These are the parts that will stay with me, though.

Thanks for letting me share.

This is a post from my blog on AdultFriendFinder. And it’s directed at other AFF people, so it doesn’t completely make sense out of that context, but what the hell.
I officially went on a second, uhm, “date.”

And have photos to prove it. (Thank you, Mr. I! )

I was extremely extraordinarily way too self-conscious having my picture taken in such a formal setting. Well, ok, definitely an informal scenario, but the setting, with lights and all, was formal.

I hate being ignored, but I found that I don’t like being the center of attention all that much more.

I could have sworn I had something else to comment on, but I can’t remember what. Damn. Oh well.

Often, I think about things I want to post or write about here when I’m driving in my car. Then, of course, I completely forget.

Those are the important updates anyway… had a successful second meeting AND have new pictures.

(Right now, the new pics are only in my albums[1]; I *think* I’ll have ones later ??? that I can post publicly, but I’m not sure yet.)

Yipee!!

[1] Albums are photo albums on the AFF site that only members of your “network” can view.

If you’re reading this on anothersexblog.blogspot.com and I know you and you want to see any of them, let me know. I’m not posting the pics here because I don’t really want them out there for just anyone to see. (Yes, I realize that since they exist, the potential is there for anyone to see, but at least it’s not like I’m tossing them out the window!) AND there are people I know IRL who read this who really REALLY do NOT want to see them! LOL!

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?

My friend’s description of me has outed me.

Uh, no, not about the part that I live at home with my mom. Yes, I AM a 31 year old single librarian living at home with her mother. Got a problem with that? Ok… anyway….

I like THIN men. I am super picky about this and I also feel horribly guilty about it. I feel un-feminist.

All these years, women have been complaining about men judging them on their body type. About how the average woman is a size X (don’t know what it is, actually) and not built like a model. And I’ve seen this happen myself. I have a great friend who is, to be honest, overweight. It’s not a secret. She’s actively trying to lose weight. And she *has* lost LOTS of weight in the last two years. She is kick ass hysterical and witty and bright. She’s into sports AND she’s “girly” in the way guys usually like women to be. But most guys aren’t interested in her that way. Because of her weight. Even guys who themselves could stand to lose quite a few.

So, I really feel bad for judging someone based on their body. For some reason, if I’m not attracted to someone’s face I don’t feel guilty. That seems much more of a to-each-one’s-own thing. See, I’m petite. I’m NOT rail thin. I don’t even have a flat stomach. But I am a size 2 or 4 in clothing. I’m about 5′3″. I weigh about 118 lbs. (I’m not absolutely positive about the height and my weight varies by a couple of pounds depending on the day.) And I like guys without, well, flab. I can’t think of a more polite way to put it.

This is not fair on so many levels. I’ve already gone over the we shouldn’t judge women so if I judge men I’m an anti-feminist one. Then there’s the fact that I do have *some* flab. I mean, you can definitely grab onto my stomach or my butt. I like to say that women should be squishy, though. Men don’t have to be *hard* — well, ahem, they DO but THAT’S not what I’m talking about here. They can be soft. But not squishy. (I also like to say that I can’t lose the fat I do have because I’m diabetic and it’s much easier to stick a needle in when you’ve got a bit of fat to grab on to!)

I think, but I’m not really sure, that I’d be more likely to consider a larger guy if I were looking for a boyfriend. Or whatever a boyfriend/girlfriend is called once you’re over 30. Actually, yeah, I am pretty sure that’s true. I’ve had crushes on guys who were bigger than what my fantasy guy is like. I digress…

For sex. That’s different. I mean, c’mon, isn’t it? There’s a certain look that turns each of us on. And while I do believe that there IS a universal beauty. There are people who the vast majority of other people will say IS or IS NOT attractive, there’s a huge amount of variety, too. I was going to give an example of a guy everyone thinks is gorgeous but who I don’t. And my mind has gone blank. I can only think of the opposite. Steven Tyler. Even now at his current age. OMG. LOVE him. House M.D. Completely adore him. uhm… **mind wandering** What was my point?

So. THAT is one of the two major reasons I don’t reply or am not interested in someone. Does everyone know what the Body Mass Index (BM is? Your BMI is your weight in pounds (for us Americans) multiplied by 703, then divide that number by the square of your height in inches. If that’s too complicated and you are actually interested in this, search for BMI calculator. That’ll get you a link to a page that will calculate it for you. Anyway. “Normal” is 18.5 - 24.9. And that seems about right for what I know about guys’ heights and weights and what I find attractive.

OTOH, there’s this guy I know who I’m absolutely crazy about and I’ll bet his BMI is over 24.9. So, what do I know?

One of my fantasies is for a guy to share me with his friends. That happened, kind of, last night, as you can read about in my last post. But, that part isn’t what I wanted to write about — to explain — today.

A lot of guys find that to be a huge turn off. (And there might be someone out there who thinks this is specifically about him. FYI, it’s not. I’m just talking about a log of guys out there, in general.)

They wouldn’t want the girl that they’re with to be fucking other men. They wouldn’t want her to want to be fucking other men.

But there ARE guys out there who, like me, find it to be a turn on. For the majority of you who don’t, I just wanted to point that out.

WHY would *I* want to be shared like that? It’s a huge turn on for me for a guy to be, in turn, turned on by my sex drive and, in my fantasies anyway, my sexual talents. So, really, there’s two aspects to it. It’s the idea that I’m SO great that I have to be shared. AND it’s the idea that he gets hard thinking about my insatiable desire.

TOTAL tangent: Insatiable. Great porn movie, IMHO. The pool table scene especially. Ok, end of tangent.

Simply, it really turns me on if a guy is turned on by my raging libido. If a guy is turned ON by my wanting to have lots of sex with lots of men. And if that’s a turn OFF for you, then we’re not meant to be together, are we? No, we’re not. It would be like two Dominants trying to get together. Or two Subs. It might work for a little while, or occassionally, but in the end everyone would be disappointed.

I don’t know how to better explain it, but for whatever reason, today I was inspired to try.

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.

Ok… just so you know, I REALLY hardly ever drink. HOWEVER… librarian conferences are *really* known for heavy partying and drinking. Well, they are if you’re a librarian anyway.

So. Brief summary.

Coyote Ugly Bar. Yes, it/they actually exist, it’s not just a movie. Me. Drunk. Skanky outfit (if modified). Dancing on bar. Flirting with incredibly gorgeous 33 yr. old French Canadian.

Sex.

I didn’t even cum. But damn, he was good with his hands anyway. Wow.

BTW - not cumming had nothing to do with him. It just wasn’t happening. Not a big deal.

You know what? I really do enjoy this whole slut persona. Not giving a fuck. Just fucking. Even some people on AFF, a SEX dating site, have a not so great opinion of people like me. But, you know what? It’s fun. EVEN if I don’t cum. It’s STILL fun. I love it. I love getting a lot of sex and not giving a fuck what others think about that. And I love fucking guys who either really don’t care how many other guys I’ve fucked OR actually get TURNED ON by the fact that I’ve been fucked by so many other guys. The second being MUCH preferred over the first.

Ok…. like I said, I didn’t actually cum with this guy. So excuse me for not writing more while I go fuck *myself*. I really do love this whole being a slut thing…