Another Sex Blog

I think my profile makes it fairly clear that I like being somewhat submissive. I like being told what to do. I like feeling that I’m used and giving my partner pleasure.

But, that doesn’t mean I’m selfless. (Is that the absence of selfishness?) I like being submissive because it makes me feel good.

I like direct pleasure, too, though.

Friday night I went out with a really great guy. Really great. I mean, even if I just met him somewhere “normal” and, hell, he was totally unavailable. Married. Or gay. I would still love to talk with him.

Forget pampered sub. My nipples were pampered. My nipples were very very happy. I love just being caressed and groped. Most of the time, when a guy starts just playing with my nipples, it means “hey, lets go have sex.” And as soon as I start reacting to it, the attention much stops.

So, it was just that much more pleasurable to be pleasured and not feel like it was *only* an invitation to sex. Well, to be honest, I did still feel like that, but mostly because that’s always been my experience. Not because of anything he said or did.

I really hope to see him again.

… 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.

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.