I love being woken up with sleepy morning sex. Especially after a night of more energetic, frantic fucking. Why? Because my pussy is still a little sore, wet and swollen from the pounding of the night before.
And when your cock slides slowly in theres a little sting and a little ache. My pussy flinches a bit, remembering all the orgasms it had just a few hours ago. My clit is sore from being sucked by your lips, nibbled by your teeth and pounded by your pubic bone.
The tender, sensitive tissues of my vaginal wall are exhausted from clenching and contracting with each climax you gave me with your hungry, relentless cock. You gave me only a moment to recover from one orgasm before you picked up the pace again and pushed me to another. And another.
You know how easily aroused I am. How I am helpless with desire the moment you touch me. How easy it is to make my clit throbbing hot with a few flicks of your fingertips. And you know with amused certainty that I will come harder than ever this morning because those erogenous zones you tortured last night are twice as sensitive now.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
"Spring" Swing Party - Part II
Continued from last post......
Eric and I, naturally, were scoping out the other couples at the bar. One couple was probably in their late fifties, very fit, well dressed and attractive. Later, when Eric and I were on the swing, the woman came over and asked, "Can I suck your tits for a while?" Eric looked at me to see if I was cool with it, and we said "Sure!"
I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE having my nipples sucked and pinched. Lots of guys pay attention to them only during foreplay and then abandon them for the pussy, leaving my nipples sad and neglected. =sad, forlorn face=
Kitty, our new playmate, nibbled, twisted and stroked me to ecstasy. Eric reached under her skirt and worked her clit. She had a smooth, gorgeous body with small, perky breasts. By this time some of the younger, nervous couples were loosening up and starting to make out. Yay!
Kitty asked Eric if she could suck his cock while he ate me out and he, unsurprisingly, agreed. "But first," she said, "I have to ask my Dom." Kitty got down on her hands and knees and crawled to one of the couches where her companion sat very dignified, sipping a martini. She kissed his shoe and gave him a pleading look. He smiled and nodded.
I had read about Dom/sub relationships before, but had never seen it in action. Kitty crawled back and with a bright smile started sucking Eric's cock with considerable skill. Eric and I looked at each other, shrugged and got busy.
Later in the evening we paused for a snack (it's important to keep your strength up during a marathon fuck-fest) and watched the action. Kitty was laying across her Dom's lap with her skirt bunched up around her waist while he fucked her with three fingers, hard and fast. She was moaning and squirming, but he would not let her cum.
Then he instructed her to kneel and suck his cock. He reached over and lifted her skirt so her ass was exposed to the whole room. Then he beckoned to a man standing nearby and asked if he wanted to make Kitty cum. He whipped out a massive boner, put on a condom and sent Kitty to the moon in a few thrusts.
I don't know if I could ever crawl to a man on my knees, but to each her own....
Eric and I, naturally, were scoping out the other couples at the bar. One couple was probably in their late fifties, very fit, well dressed and attractive. Later, when Eric and I were on the swing, the woman came over and asked, "Can I suck your tits for a while?" Eric looked at me to see if I was cool with it, and we said "Sure!"
I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE having my nipples sucked and pinched. Lots of guys pay attention to them only during foreplay and then abandon them for the pussy, leaving my nipples sad and neglected. =sad, forlorn face=
Kitty, our new playmate, nibbled, twisted and stroked me to ecstasy. Eric reached under her skirt and worked her clit. She had a smooth, gorgeous body with small, perky breasts. By this time some of the younger, nervous couples were loosening up and starting to make out. Yay!
Kitty asked Eric if she could suck his cock while he ate me out and he, unsurprisingly, agreed. "But first," she said, "I have to ask my Dom." Kitty got down on her hands and knees and crawled to one of the couches where her companion sat very dignified, sipping a martini. She kissed his shoe and gave him a pleading look. He smiled and nodded.
I had read about Dom/sub relationships before, but had never seen it in action. Kitty crawled back and with a bright smile started sucking Eric's cock with considerable skill. Eric and I looked at each other, shrugged and got busy.
Later in the evening we paused for a snack (it's important to keep your strength up during a marathon fuck-fest) and watched the action. Kitty was laying across her Dom's lap with her skirt bunched up around her waist while he fucked her with three fingers, hard and fast. She was moaning and squirming, but he would not let her cum.
Then he instructed her to kneel and suck his cock. He reached over and lifted her skirt so her ass was exposed to the whole room. Then he beckoned to a man standing nearby and asked if he wanted to make Kitty cum. He whipped out a massive boner, put on a condom and sent Kitty to the moon in a few thrusts.
I don't know if I could ever crawl to a man on my knees, but to each her own....
"Swing into Spring" Swingers Party
Last night I went to an "Swing into Spring" swing party at a local sex club with an old friend. In fact, the man who first introduced me to the lifestyle almost a year ago. We had a falling out shortly thereafter and have only recently gotten back in touch.
Eric is a great guy, a fantastic lover, and has mad skills, but over the last year he's gained a LOT of weight. It does not detract from his performance in bed but it makes it hard to attract couples to play with at a swing party. If you've never been to one, here's how it works.....
All the couples mingle, drink, eat, dance, but what they're mainly doing is scoping each other out. Picking out the couple they want to play with. Of course everyone wants to play with the young, hot couples and no one is making eye contact with the old, fat couples. It's like we're in the wild and making our own "natural selection".
A man will lean into his date and whisper in her ear, "What about those two, over by the guacamole? What do you think of them?" She'll casually glance toward the guacamole, check out the target and reply, "Yummy! Let's invite them upstairs!", or "No, he's not very cute," or "He's way too fat."
I wasn't surprised no one asked us to go upstairs, so we went up to the "play area" by ourselves to start some mischief. Upstairs was a big open play area with a padded floor, some equipment and a few small private rooms. Around the edges of the open area were couches which were filled with about a dozen nervous looking couples with all their clothes still on.
Eric and I decided to use the sex swing. I had never tried one before. It's hard to describe, so it's best just to google it and see a picture. I was suspended on the swing about four feet off the floor, spread eagle, just the right height for my pussy to meet Eric's cock. Did I mention the sex swing is right in the middle of the open play area in full view of the couch potatoes?
After putting on a condom Eric and I began to fuck, using the swing to build the momentum. Eric held on to the swing's leather seat, varying the rhythm from fast-and-hard to slow-and-gentle. Did I mention he has mad skills?
The great thing about the swing is you can get a great pounding rhythm without anyone getting fatigued. The swing and gravity do all the work for you. Thank you Sir Isaac Newton!
Eric is a great guy, a fantastic lover, and has mad skills, but over the last year he's gained a LOT of weight. It does not detract from his performance in bed but it makes it hard to attract couples to play with at a swing party. If you've never been to one, here's how it works.....
All the couples mingle, drink, eat, dance, but what they're mainly doing is scoping each other out. Picking out the couple they want to play with. Of course everyone wants to play with the young, hot couples and no one is making eye contact with the old, fat couples. It's like we're in the wild and making our own "natural selection".
A man will lean into his date and whisper in her ear, "What about those two, over by the guacamole? What do you think of them?" She'll casually glance toward the guacamole, check out the target and reply, "Yummy! Let's invite them upstairs!", or "No, he's not very cute," or "He's way too fat."
I wasn't surprised no one asked us to go upstairs, so we went up to the "play area" by ourselves to start some mischief. Upstairs was a big open play area with a padded floor, some equipment and a few small private rooms. Around the edges of the open area were couches which were filled with about a dozen nervous looking couples with all their clothes still on.
Eric and I decided to use the sex swing. I had never tried one before. It's hard to describe, so it's best just to google it and see a picture. I was suspended on the swing about four feet off the floor, spread eagle, just the right height for my pussy to meet Eric's cock. Did I mention the sex swing is right in the middle of the open play area in full view of the couch potatoes?
After putting on a condom Eric and I began to fuck, using the swing to build the momentum. Eric held on to the swing's leather seat, varying the rhythm from fast-and-hard to slow-and-gentle. Did I mention he has mad skills?
The great thing about the swing is you can get a great pounding rhythm without anyone getting fatigued. The swing and gravity do all the work for you. Thank you Sir Isaac Newton!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
It's a cliche, I know, but you'll never really know if you like something unless you try it. I had a play date today with a gorgeous young man. We've played once before and he was super sweet. He texted me at 8:30am saying he was horny and had the day off... did I want to play? I replied that I was still in bed. Masturbating with my favorite dildo while fantasizing about his yummy cock. After a shocked interval, he invited me to bring my dildo and any other toys I wish.
I went over to his place with my bag of naughty hardware. He opened the door damp from the shower. He's kinda shy and not terribly talkative, but VERY passionate. The first time you go to someone's house for a play date there's the obligatory.... "Let me take you on a tour..." to break the ice. The tour is brief and ends up in the bedroom. It's nicer than opening the door with a blunt "Let's go fuck now."
We were on round two when he opened the sex bag and looked at my toys. He seemed fascinated with my anal plug. It's very small and soft. In fact, the packaged in which it came named it "The Newbie". And of course the aforementioned dildo. He popped the plug in my ass, then slid the dildo in my pussy and began licking my clit. Slowly. I thought I would die. The triple stimulation of my ass, pussy and clit drove me insane and brought me to an amazingly intense orgasm.
Noticing his fascination with the anal plug, I asked if he wanted to try it. I explained how it intensified orgasm for both men and women. How - in men - it stimulated the prostate gland just behind the cock. My sweet, shy boy hesitated for a minute, then said yes with a smile. After washing it thoroughly with warm soapy water, I slid it into his tight hole. He gasped a little. I asked him how it felt, and he admitted it felt a little strange. "Strange good? Or strange bad?" He had his eyes shut and his brow screwed up. "I'm not sure...."
He flipped me on my back and started fucking me, really slowly at first as he got used to having his ass and his cock stimulated simultaneously. He looked a little confused. Then his face bloomed, he threw his head back and he started to moan. There was a note of surprised ecstasy in his voice. Then he was fucking me hard and fast, shouting "Oh God!" and then he came like a freight train.
He was gasping "Holy Crap!" and I was laughing. Not at him, with him. Then we were both laughing. I didn't cum, yet watching him have one of the most powerful orgasms of his life made it some of the best sex I've ever had. Unselfish - that's me!.
I went over to his place with my bag of naughty hardware. He opened the door damp from the shower. He's kinda shy and not terribly talkative, but VERY passionate. The first time you go to someone's house for a play date there's the obligatory.... "Let me take you on a tour..." to break the ice. The tour is brief and ends up in the bedroom. It's nicer than opening the door with a blunt "Let's go fuck now."
We were on round two when he opened the sex bag and looked at my toys. He seemed fascinated with my anal plug. It's very small and soft. In fact, the packaged in which it came named it "The Newbie". And of course the aforementioned dildo. He popped the plug in my ass, then slid the dildo in my pussy and began licking my clit. Slowly. I thought I would die. The triple stimulation of my ass, pussy and clit drove me insane and brought me to an amazingly intense orgasm.
Noticing his fascination with the anal plug, I asked if he wanted to try it. I explained how it intensified orgasm for both men and women. How - in men - it stimulated the prostate gland just behind the cock. My sweet, shy boy hesitated for a minute, then said yes with a smile. After washing it thoroughly with warm soapy water, I slid it into his tight hole. He gasped a little. I asked him how it felt, and he admitted it felt a little strange. "Strange good? Or strange bad?" He had his eyes shut and his brow screwed up. "I'm not sure...."
He flipped me on my back and started fucking me, really slowly at first as he got used to having his ass and his cock stimulated simultaneously. He looked a little confused. Then his face bloomed, he threw his head back and he started to moan. There was a note of surprised ecstasy in his voice. Then he was fucking me hard and fast, shouting "Oh God!" and then he came like a freight train.
He was gasping "Holy Crap!" and I was laughing. Not at him, with him. Then we were both laughing. I didn't cum, yet watching him have one of the most powerful orgasms of his life made it some of the best sex I've ever had. Unselfish - that's me!.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
For all of you waiting for the exciting play-by-play of the house party I went to on Friday night, I hate to disappoint you. It was rather quiet. There were only about forty people there. About half the number who usually attend.
I suppose it's the economy. Since the new year all the clubs and parties have been lightly attended. And those who did attend were more subdued than normal. Lots of quiet talking, fewer rambunctious people running through the hall flinging off their clothes. Less gaudy costumes. There was still lots of skin showing, but the volume was definitely turned down. And this was a party that usually goes up to eleven.
Not one person leapt onto the bar and started stripping spontaneously. Don't get me wrong, there was plenty of sex. But the crowd needed a jump-start to get the party going. My date and I were sitting in the living room with a group of people talking and drinking and nibbling. It was still early and everyone still had (most of) their clothes on.
As usual our hostess had all the lights off with dozens of candles burning. Very romantic. I picked up a little pastry stuffed with cream and let my date watch me suck the cream off my finger. I had decided it was time to move the conversation off the Dow Jones Industrials, and I had a plan. He grinned at me as I scooped another blob of cream onto my finger and sucked it off slowly, mimicking a blow job. I sucked the next bit of cream off his lips.
Then I unbuttoned his shirt and creamed his nipples. Most guys don't have a lot of sensation in their nipples, but he does, and it was fun licking them until they got hard. Unsurprisingly, the economic conversation began to falter around me.
Then I unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his cock, and took my sweet time spreading cream all over it. By the time I lowered my head to suck him clean, no one was talking about job cuts or bail outs. From that point on the party took a turn toward the erotic. Soon clothes were off and people were kissing and licking and sorting themselves out into pairs, threesomes, foursomes and moresomes. Success!
I suppose it's the economy. Since the new year all the clubs and parties have been lightly attended. And those who did attend were more subdued than normal. Lots of quiet talking, fewer rambunctious people running through the hall flinging off their clothes. Less gaudy costumes. There was still lots of skin showing, but the volume was definitely turned down. And this was a party that usually goes up to eleven.
Not one person leapt onto the bar and started stripping spontaneously. Don't get me wrong, there was plenty of sex. But the crowd needed a jump-start to get the party going. My date and I were sitting in the living room with a group of people talking and drinking and nibbling. It was still early and everyone still had (most of) their clothes on.
As usual our hostess had all the lights off with dozens of candles burning. Very romantic. I picked up a little pastry stuffed with cream and let my date watch me suck the cream off my finger. I had decided it was time to move the conversation off the Dow Jones Industrials, and I had a plan. He grinned at me as I scooped another blob of cream onto my finger and sucked it off slowly, mimicking a blow job. I sucked the next bit of cream off his lips.
Then I unbuttoned his shirt and creamed his nipples. Most guys don't have a lot of sensation in their nipples, but he does, and it was fun licking them until they got hard. Unsurprisingly, the economic conversation began to falter around me.
Then I unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his cock, and took my sweet time spreading cream all over it. By the time I lowered my head to suck him clean, no one was talking about job cuts or bail outs. From that point on the party took a turn toward the erotic. Soon clothes were off and people were kissing and licking and sorting themselves out into pairs, threesomes, foursomes and moresomes. Success!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
House Party!
Tomorrow night my date and I are going to an open play house party thrown by a very cool swinging couple we know. We've been there before and it's a blast.
House parties are nice because, unlike some clubs, there are no restrictions on where or when play or nudity are allowed. At the play house, anything goes.
The first time we went there we walked into the kitchen and found a girl lying on the island, spread eagle. One guy was drizzling chocolate sauce on her nipples while another girl was licking it off. Another man, naked, was standing in front of the open frig, frowning and looking for more ingredients for "dessert." There was lots of giggling.
Upstairs in the bedrooms was where the serious fucking was going on. We took a lap through the house before going down to the living room where a crowd had gathered around a sybian one guy had brought.
For the uninitiated, a sybian is a sex toy consisting of a mounted phallus and a controller. The guy was working the controller while the girl rode it. With the buttons on the controller he could vary the speed and intensity of the vibration, oscillation and thrust of the phallus. Both were having a great time with it. He - watching her come apart, and she - screaming her head off.
Later, when I took a turn on it, I discovered there was also a roughened knob in front of the phallus that hit my clit just right. My date gave me a wicked grin as he started playing with the buttons and learned that the clit knob vibrated too.
The thrusting of the phallus and the vibrating of the clit knob felt amazing, and he varied the intensity from fast to slow, fast to slow, so I didn't come too fast. Then the other guy was behind me, nibbling my neck and pinching my nipples and it sent me over the edge.
"Watch, she's coming.." someone in the crowd said, stating the glaringly obvious. No shit, Sherlock. People in the next time zone knew I was coming. (Sometimes I can be a little loud.)
I hope he brings it again tomorrow night!
House parties are nice because, unlike some clubs, there are no restrictions on where or when play or nudity are allowed. At the play house, anything goes.
The first time we went there we walked into the kitchen and found a girl lying on the island, spread eagle. One guy was drizzling chocolate sauce on her nipples while another girl was licking it off. Another man, naked, was standing in front of the open frig, frowning and looking for more ingredients for "dessert." There was lots of giggling.
Upstairs in the bedrooms was where the serious fucking was going on. We took a lap through the house before going down to the living room where a crowd had gathered around a sybian one guy had brought.
For the uninitiated, a sybian is a sex toy consisting of a mounted phallus and a controller. The guy was working the controller while the girl rode it. With the buttons on the controller he could vary the speed and intensity of the vibration, oscillation and thrust of the phallus. Both were having a great time with it. He - watching her come apart, and she - screaming her head off.
Later, when I took a turn on it, I discovered there was also a roughened knob in front of the phallus that hit my clit just right. My date gave me a wicked grin as he started playing with the buttons and learned that the clit knob vibrated too.
The thrusting of the phallus and the vibrating of the clit knob felt amazing, and he varied the intensity from fast to slow, fast to slow, so I didn't come too fast. Then the other guy was behind me, nibbling my neck and pinching my nipples and it sent me over the edge.
"Watch, she's coming.." someone in the crowd said, stating the glaringly obvious. No shit, Sherlock. People in the next time zone knew I was coming. (Sometimes I can be a little loud.)
I hope he brings it again tomorrow night!
Hello newbie!
As the Talking Heads asked so poetically "How did I get here?"
How did I find the Swing Scene? Aka the "Lifestyle"? Actually, it was by accident. I had been hopping around the vanilla dating sites for a while. Match.com, Yahoo Personals, OK Cupid, PlentyofFish. I tried them all.
vanilla: anything not in the swing scene or lifestyle related
They weren't really the place for me because unlike most of the girls on those sites I wasn't looking for a traditional boyfriend. I wanted great sex. And I found a guy who gave it to me. After blowing my mind in bed he told me about the lifestyle.
lifestyle: a community of sex-positive people who gather for a variety of group sex activities.
He told me there were websites where swingers found each other and clubs where they met to play. Most swingers are couples who play together, but there are plenty of singles, too.
play: to have sex in various configurations, including, but not limited to intercourse, oral sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, etc.
I was incredulous at first, but after doing some research and signing on to the website, I was enthralled. Here were people like me! Hundreds of them! I wasn't a sex crazed freak or a nymphomaniac! I created a swingers profile, posted some pictures and never looked back.
More details to come.....
How did I find the Swing Scene? Aka the "Lifestyle"? Actually, it was by accident. I had been hopping around the vanilla dating sites for a while. Match.com, Yahoo Personals, OK Cupid, PlentyofFish. I tried them all.
vanilla: anything not in the swing scene or lifestyle related
They weren't really the place for me because unlike most of the girls on those sites I wasn't looking for a traditional boyfriend. I wanted great sex. And I found a guy who gave it to me. After blowing my mind in bed he told me about the lifestyle.
lifestyle: a community of sex-positive people who gather for a variety of group sex activities.
He told me there were websites where swingers found each other and clubs where they met to play. Most swingers are couples who play together, but there are plenty of singles, too.
play: to have sex in various configurations, including, but not limited to intercourse, oral sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, etc.
I was incredulous at first, but after doing some research and signing on to the website, I was enthralled. Here were people like me! Hundreds of them! I wasn't a sex crazed freak or a nymphomaniac! I created a swingers profile, posted some pictures and never looked back.
More details to come.....
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Enough cock to go around
I was recently invited to a swing party by a couple I did not know. The invitation stated that they were inviting 35 couples, 10 single females and (all caps was their idea!) NO SINGLE MEN. Why the last part needed to be capitalized I'm not sure.
I see that restriction a lot in club and party listings. And I sort of understand their logic. I've been to open meet n' greets where there's an excess of creepy guys hovering around the edges looking for prey. These guys aren't swingers, they're predators. They've heard about the lifestyle and think it's a place where anyone can get laid, no matter how unappealing he may be.
But on the other hand, I like single gentlemen and a party with more of them not less of them is the one for me. In the party mentioned above there will be 35 cocks and 45 pussies. I think that ratio is off because one pussy can accommodate several cocks without pausing to "reload". While men need to wait after each orgasm to re-establish erection. And then there's me - who loves nothing more than one cock in my mouth and another banging my pussy.
By my math, you need twice as many cocks as pussies. =wicked grin=
But, alas, finding quality cock isn't as easy as it sounds. In order to fit into a swing party, the organ needs to be attached to a gentleman. Google it if you're not sure. The perfect single male party guest is attractive, fit, endowed, experienced, polite, clean and respectful. By the way, that pretty well describes the perfect female guest, too.
I see that restriction a lot in club and party listings. And I sort of understand their logic. I've been to open meet n' greets where there's an excess of creepy guys hovering around the edges looking for prey. These guys aren't swingers, they're predators. They've heard about the lifestyle and think it's a place where anyone can get laid, no matter how unappealing he may be.
But on the other hand, I like single gentlemen and a party with more of them not less of them is the one for me. In the party mentioned above there will be 35 cocks and 45 pussies. I think that ratio is off because one pussy can accommodate several cocks without pausing to "reload". While men need to wait after each orgasm to re-establish erection. And then there's me - who loves nothing more than one cock in my mouth and another banging my pussy.
By my math, you need twice as many cocks as pussies. =wicked grin=
But, alas, finding quality cock isn't as easy as it sounds. In order to fit into a swing party, the organ needs to be attached to a gentleman. Google it if you're not sure. The perfect single male party guest is attractive, fit, endowed, experienced, polite, clean and respectful. By the way, that pretty well describes the perfect female guest, too.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Your balls may have tasted like spring rain this morning, but.....
Prep time is important before going to an on-prem club, house party or play date. Especially in group situations, you can expect lips, tongues and fingers everywhere on your body, so being fresh, clean and tasty is paramount.
One of my most erotic experiences at a swing party involved a young man slowly licking, biting and sucking every inch of my body. Between my toes, the backs of my knees, shoulder blades, each individual vertebrae, fingertips..... each spot was slowly worshiped. Wow. So, just in case it happens again, I shave, exfoliate and moisturize EVERYWHERE before a party.
But when I'm licking a man (or woman) I can get distracted by the chemical taste of moisturizer, deodorant or perfume clinging to their skin, so I'm trying something new I read about in one of those annoying "women's" magazines; a sugar scrub.
You find all the ingredients in your kitchen: granulated sugar, plain oatmeal, honey and vegetable oil. Mix it all into a paste and scrub your body with it. Rinse. Your skin isn't just silky smooth, but it tastes good, too! You can buy commercial body scrubs, but they aren't as cheap or tasty is this.
Another tip - freshen up during a long sweaty party. If I've been mingling, dancing and sweating at a crowded club for an hour, all my earlier hard work at freshness may be moot. So I take a break in the ladies room and wash the critical areas.
Guys, take note. If I'm going down on you after a work-out on the dance floor and your last shower was 9 hours ago, a trip to the men's room with a damp paper towel is not a bad idea. Your balls may have tasted like spring rain this morning, but at midnight their bouquet is probably closer to old cheese. Help a girl out, ok?
One of my most erotic experiences at a swing party involved a young man slowly licking, biting and sucking every inch of my body. Between my toes, the backs of my knees, shoulder blades, each individual vertebrae, fingertips..... each spot was slowly worshiped. Wow. So, just in case it happens again, I shave, exfoliate and moisturize EVERYWHERE before a party.
But when I'm licking a man (or woman) I can get distracted by the chemical taste of moisturizer, deodorant or perfume clinging to their skin, so I'm trying something new I read about in one of those annoying "women's" magazines; a sugar scrub.
You find all the ingredients in your kitchen: granulated sugar, plain oatmeal, honey and vegetable oil. Mix it all into a paste and scrub your body with it. Rinse. Your skin isn't just silky smooth, but it tastes good, too! You can buy commercial body scrubs, but they aren't as cheap or tasty is this.
Another tip - freshen up during a long sweaty party. If I've been mingling, dancing and sweating at a crowded club for an hour, all my earlier hard work at freshness may be moot. So I take a break in the ladies room and wash the critical areas.
Guys, take note. If I'm going down on you after a work-out on the dance floor and your last shower was 9 hours ago, a trip to the men's room with a damp paper towel is not a bad idea. Your balls may have tasted like spring rain this morning, but at midnight their bouquet is probably closer to old cheese. Help a girl out, ok?
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Sex in a down economy
Is the down economy effecting our libidos? Certainly we are more afraid, nervous, concerned, worried than at any time since 911. But are we more horny? Or less? Are we having more sex or less? Are we embarking on sexual adventures as an escape from seemingly endless bad news? Or is the concern over paying the bills a big fat buzz kill?
For me personally, I've been having LOTS more sex since the economy went south. But that's mostly because I've been laid off and suddenly have LOTS of free time on my hands. When I'm not job hunting I'm on the lifestyle and swing sites posting and chatting and flirting. I can have a furious fuckfest every night if I want. And that has certainly been my goal.
Yes, I am concerned about finding a new job. Scared to death that I'll end up a homeless bag lady. But I also have an amazing sense of freedom. Or maybe it's free fall? And it is intoxicating. My libido (nothing to sneeze at in the first place) has gone through the roof.
Last week I had a nice young man (35) over for a playdate. He was rather shy and a little geeky and totally adorable. High school teacher - the one all the girls had a crush on. He was so quiet I thought we weren't clicking until we got back to my place. As soon as the door closed he pushed me against the wall, grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head.
I don't know what it is, but having my hands held down just makes me insane with lust. I spread my feet apart so he could grind his erection into my pussy. We had a hot, wet standing fuck right there in the hallway before heading into the bedroom for round two.
But soon afterwards he was up, putting on his clothes. "I'm really sorry, but I've got to get up at 6am," he said. I, on the other hand, was ready to stay up til dawn screwing his brains out. Being unemployed and having no place to be at the crack of dawn, I was free to do so.
But not my sweet teacher. After he was fully dressed he DID hop back on the bed for some apologetic farewell necking. He didn't say the obvious: "Some of us have jobs."After he left (at about midnight) I was twice as horny as before. =Sigh= I've either got to find a job, or more playmates.
For me personally, I've been having LOTS more sex since the economy went south. But that's mostly because I've been laid off and suddenly have LOTS of free time on my hands. When I'm not job hunting I'm on the lifestyle and swing sites posting and chatting and flirting. I can have a furious fuckfest every night if I want. And that has certainly been my goal.
Yes, I am concerned about finding a new job. Scared to death that I'll end up a homeless bag lady. But I also have an amazing sense of freedom. Or maybe it's free fall? And it is intoxicating. My libido (nothing to sneeze at in the first place) has gone through the roof.
Last week I had a nice young man (35) over for a playdate. He was rather shy and a little geeky and totally adorable. High school teacher - the one all the girls had a crush on. He was so quiet I thought we weren't clicking until we got back to my place. As soon as the door closed he pushed me against the wall, grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head.
I don't know what it is, but having my hands held down just makes me insane with lust. I spread my feet apart so he could grind his erection into my pussy. We had a hot, wet standing fuck right there in the hallway before heading into the bedroom for round two.
But soon afterwards he was up, putting on his clothes. "I'm really sorry, but I've got to get up at 6am," he said. I, on the other hand, was ready to stay up til dawn screwing his brains out. Being unemployed and having no place to be at the crack of dawn, I was free to do so.
But not my sweet teacher. After he was fully dressed he DID hop back on the bed for some apologetic farewell necking. He didn't say the obvious: "Some of us have jobs."After he left (at about midnight) I was twice as horny as before. =Sigh= I've either got to find a job, or more playmates.
Last night my date and I decided to "take it to the next level" with bondage. A quick trip to the hardware store and we were ready to roll. I say "take it to the next level" because I don't let just anyone tie me up. I have to know you pretty well before you learn my safe word.
A lot of people think bondage is about pain. It's not. Or humiliation. It's not. Or submission. It's not. It's about heightened sensation. Here's why - when you're in bed (or wherever) making love, only half of your brain is focused on sensation. Feeling what the other person is doing to you. Feeling his fingers on your nipples. Feeling his cock sliding inside you. Only HALF your brain is feeling these things.
The other half of your brain is busily occupied with your performance. Am I caressing his balls too roughly? Am I licking him to quickly? What should I be doing now? What is he waiting for me to do? Where should I touch him next to rock his world?
When you're restrained the responsibility to make love to him is taken off your plate (until you tie him up and its YOUR turn on top!) You are free to use 100% of your brain to just FEEL his teeth nibbling your clit. Feel it with your whole body, mind and soul.
And when he has control, he is freer to bring you up and down the scale of sensation as he pleases. If he is skilled, he can bring you to the edge and keep you there as long as he wants. Or he can give you a quick series of fast, hard orgasms. Or he can give you a long hot oil massage while carefully avoiding your erogenous zones until you beg to be fucked.
I'll never walk through the hardware store without a smile on my face from now on.
A lot of people think bondage is about pain. It's not. Or humiliation. It's not. Or submission. It's not. It's about heightened sensation. Here's why - when you're in bed (or wherever) making love, only half of your brain is focused on sensation. Feeling what the other person is doing to you. Feeling his fingers on your nipples. Feeling his cock sliding inside you. Only HALF your brain is feeling these things.
The other half of your brain is busily occupied with your performance. Am I caressing his balls too roughly? Am I licking him to quickly? What should I be doing now? What is he waiting for me to do? Where should I touch him next to rock his world?
When you're restrained the responsibility to make love to him is taken off your plate (until you tie him up and its YOUR turn on top!) You are free to use 100% of your brain to just FEEL his teeth nibbling your clit. Feel it with your whole body, mind and soul.
And when he has control, he is freer to bring you up and down the scale of sensation as he pleases. If he is skilled, he can bring you to the edge and keep you there as long as he wants. Or he can give you a quick series of fast, hard orgasms. Or he can give you a long hot oil massage while carefully avoiding your erogenous zones until you beg to be fucked.
I'll never walk through the hardware store without a smile on my face from now on.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Tonight I have a playdate with a lovely guy I haven't seen in a while. Can't wait! The last time we got together was at an on-prem lifestyle club known for its playful crowd.
It's a huge space with a bar and dancefloor downstairs and play areas upstairs, both open and private. We eventually ended up in my favorite spot, the Red Room. It's got a door for privacy, but it's also got a big picture window out to the pulbic play area so people can watch you.
While we were fucking, we could look up at any time and see the crowd outside watching us. Some of them had their backs to us, watching the large group of naked bodies in the open play area. One woman had her naked breasts pushed up against the glass, her hands splayed, being fucked hard from behind by her partner. They were both watching us, getting off.
The walls didn't go all the way up to the ceiling, so you could hear everything, and that was a turn on too. Tonight will just be the two of us. No spectators, but I think we'll find a way to make it interesting. :)
It's a huge space with a bar and dancefloor downstairs and play areas upstairs, both open and private. We eventually ended up in my favorite spot, the Red Room. It's got a door for privacy, but it's also got a big picture window out to the pulbic play area so people can watch you.
While we were fucking, we could look up at any time and see the crowd outside watching us. Some of them had their backs to us, watching the large group of naked bodies in the open play area. One woman had her naked breasts pushed up against the glass, her hands splayed, being fucked hard from behind by her partner. They were both watching us, getting off.
The walls didn't go all the way up to the ceiling, so you could hear everything, and that was a turn on too. Tonight will just be the two of us. No spectators, but I think we'll find a way to make it interesting. :)
Welcome to the Lifestyle!
Several months ago I learned about the Lifestyle, a nation-wide sex-positive subculture of singles and couples. Normal people you'd see at the supermarket. Teachers, doctors, plumbers, writers, waiters, etc.
They're very private and fly pretty far under the radar. That's probably why you've never heard of them. Anything you've seen on TV or read about in a magazine is probably wrong.
There are no secret handshakes, but there are plenty of rules both explicit and implied. The first rule is "no" means no. The second is safe sex always. The third is no drugs, ever.
There are more.... some of which I learned to my chagrin. Like wearing panties to a lifestyle party is a sure way to mark you as a newbie. This journal is where I'll record my journey into the lifestyle. Enjoy the ride.
They're very private and fly pretty far under the radar. That's probably why you've never heard of them. Anything you've seen on TV or read about in a magazine is probably wrong.
There are no secret handshakes, but there are plenty of rules both explicit and implied. The first rule is "no" means no. The second is safe sex always. The third is no drugs, ever.
There are more.... some of which I learned to my chagrin. Like wearing panties to a lifestyle party is a sure way to mark you as a newbie. This journal is where I'll record my journey into the lifestyle. Enjoy the ride.
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