Firstly, I must apologize for not dishing with you this past year. No, I have not just woken up from a coma,gotten back from an extended vacation from somewhere with no internet connection, or decided that I'm actually embarrassed about the sharing of things that are fairly taboo to discuss.
I simply suck (for lack of a less suggestive term) for not putting up a finished post. Now that we have established that I blow, am very sorry and I hope that this won't develop into a habit, I will continue with merry interpretation of life in my bed, and other places.
This one is from the Ex Files:
J_ and I had gone on one date. That's right,one. This should have scared me at the time, being about four+ years ago,B.C.(that's Before C_ )and way out of character for my usual habits.(though it had happened with one other person with me..minus the date)
We had started making out in a park near where I lived,and when things got hot and heavy, I agreed to move things to my bedroom.
I should have seen it coming when he argued about the condom."It" gets shy about them." He said."The only way you get me is with one!" I said. He was right. "It" ran away. I persevered, but really I should have just kicked him out after what he did next.
We were about to start and then he began yelling as he pushed me to the bed... "Its go time!" and then he went at it. Vigorously. I was taken by surprise. It was as if someone had just shouted "Geronimo!" right by my ear, and then taken a miniature jackhammer to my poor ladyparts. I was thinking to myself.."What? Did he just say what I think he said? I don't even think he meant to be funny! Who says that? I'm not a Mighty Morphen Power Ranger! I'm not a high risk sport! Should I make him stop?" Meanwhile, I was trying to physically adjust to the sheer force of the jackrabbit impression he was enacting. I was relieved when it was all abruptly over though, unfortunately, not before my body had been put through a sort of spin cycle for the brave. He then fell asleep for a good eight hours, refusing to wake so I could kick him out. I can now no longer hear the phrase "It's go time!" without flashbacks.
Thus earning J_ the dubious honor of the WorstSexOfMyLife award.
Runners up include, but not limited to...Really, really REALLY drunk sex with an Ex who pretended that his attempt at "surprise anal" was an accident, then claim that sex at all had been a mistake. (I agree with the last part)
a few months worth of unrequited blow-jobs given to a "virgin" in the hopes that he would start to reciprocate.(Not doubting he had never had intercourse, just doubting that those who have experienced carnal pleasure should claim chaste on a technicality.)
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Highlights of the past, now in fun-sized bites
I have been wracking my brain deciding what to disclose in this next post. As you may have guessed, I have a few interesting stories, and I have left you all on the edge of your seats out there (naively hopeful to the end) waiting for more. I have decided that for now you will get random bits of historically accurate events. Let us begin.
In December of this last year on my birthday, C_ gave me something I had always wanted. Birthday happy-fun-times! I was thrilled he remembered how much I wanted this. I was surprised, however, when he started to sing in time to his pogo. "Happy..Birth-day..to..you!" I giggled my response into his ear "I've...already blown...your candle, should I...make a wish?"
About a month ago C_ stayed over at my place late, and I fell asleep while he was in the bath. I was waiting for our smexy-times & so I was "dressed" in a black lacy smex-bra, panties and stockings. C_ had taken a long time to learn that it was ok to wake me from napping, so I was startled when I awoke to being.....awoken. He had probably guessed my attire's intentions. C_ was right about what the bra ( &I ) were thinking. C_ ravished my helpless body, turned me onto my stomach, and pinned my hands to the bed. He then wrecked me on a shore of powerful waves.
You can bet I really like that bra now.
The last time Be_ & I visited, we were excited to see each other, but it had been so long since we had touched, held and smexied that the build up was kind of shy and gradual. I had gone down to A-town, where she lives, & during our visit, we kissed, snuggled, and smexuggled, but although we started, it never seemed to quite reach the mountaintop. Two weeks later she came to visit me in F-town. We lay in bed for maybe five minutes acting silly-snuggley before it dissolved into true licentiousness.
The covers were flung off the bed as the room heated up, and we kissed each other hungrily. She finussied me, and I arched and gasped gratefully. When I kissed her, to show her how much I had enjoyed her finussy, I kissed her over, and over. Starting with her mouth, I then kissed her chin, then her neck, and her breasts, one, then the other, working my way in a trail down her rib cage, and then her belly. When I reached her thigh, I hesitated. She placed her hands on my shoulders, and guided me down.
Its funny, the habits we create, sometimes without even realizing what we are doing at the time. I had never gone down on Be_ since that first time we slept together. I have with others, certainly, & I enjoy it, but a strange sort of pattern had emerged on its own, & I suddenly felt awkward. Be_ and I broke our pattern that night, and it was a beautiful thing.
In the process of trying to decide what to write I have discovered I am not really sure what will offend the general reader...so perhaps I will write in code, and have a glossary of terms, for if you "really can't tell what she's talking about....is it dirty?" Just so you know, it probably is.
In December of this last year on my birthday, C_ gave me something I had always wanted. Birthday happy-fun-times! I was thrilled he remembered how much I wanted this. I was surprised, however, when he started to sing in time to his pogo. "Happy..Birth-day..to..you!" I giggled my response into his ear "I've...already blown...your candle, should I...make a wish?"
About a month ago C_ stayed over at my place late, and I fell asleep while he was in the bath. I was waiting for our smexy-times & so I was "dressed" in a black lacy smex-bra, panties and stockings. C_ had taken a long time to learn that it was ok to wake me from napping, so I was startled when I awoke to being.....awoken. He had probably guessed my attire's intentions. C_ was right about what the bra ( &I ) were thinking. C_ ravished my helpless body, turned me onto my stomach, and pinned my hands to the bed. He then wrecked me on a shore of powerful waves.
You can bet I really like that bra now.
The last time Be_ & I visited, we were excited to see each other, but it had been so long since we had touched, held and smexied that the build up was kind of shy and gradual. I had gone down to A-town, where she lives, & during our visit, we kissed, snuggled, and smexuggled, but although we started, it never seemed to quite reach the mountaintop. Two weeks later she came to visit me in F-town. We lay in bed for maybe five minutes acting silly-snuggley before it dissolved into true licentiousness.
The covers were flung off the bed as the room heated up, and we kissed each other hungrily. She finussied me, and I arched and gasped gratefully. When I kissed her, to show her how much I had enjoyed her finussy, I kissed her over, and over. Starting with her mouth, I then kissed her chin, then her neck, and her breasts, one, then the other, working my way in a trail down her rib cage, and then her belly. When I reached her thigh, I hesitated. She placed her hands on my shoulders, and guided me down.
Its funny, the habits we create, sometimes without even realizing what we are doing at the time. I had never gone down on Be_ since that first time we slept together. I have with others, certainly, & I enjoy it, but a strange sort of pattern had emerged on its own, & I suddenly felt awkward. Be_ and I broke our pattern that night, and it was a beautiful thing.
In the process of trying to decide what to write I have discovered I am not really sure what will offend the general reader...so perhaps I will write in code, and have a glossary of terms, for if you "really can't tell what she's talking about....is it dirty?" Just so you know, it probably is.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Why....you ask?
My desire to share certain intimate details of my sex life has led to this blog. A sort of experiment, if you will; to see if I will get the same amount of satisfaction retelling my exploits to literally whomever wants to know, (and knows about the blog) rather than a very tolerant group of friends, who may or may not want to hear about my bedroom adventures. Thus, T.M.I. begins.
I am, (for those of you who do not know me) a curvy twenty-eight year old; with brown hair and hazel eyes, that has an undetermined future and a very definite sex drive. I currently reside in Alaska. Saying this state gets cold in the winter is a bit of an understatement. It may be more notable to say it gets warm in the summer.( which not everyone knows, and is a lot more exciting to us believe me)
A common saying here is "There is not much to do here in the winter besides____ and sex" (insert desired activity such as....1. Drinking 2. Sleeping 3. Random outdoors wintry activity)
I take this as a universal need for sex. Whatever else you are into, the most basic is always there. There are exceptions, of course, ( like those individuals that baffle my view of the universe with an appalling lack of hormonal overdrive) but I would say most people have this longing for intimate contact hardwired in.
I have, over the last two years (besides a stint of turmoil some time back) been with C_. This, however, does not prevent me from other connections, as we are in an open relationship. (We are polyamorus) This is how we started our relationship, and it has been a beautiful thing for me, as I could not have known, from my beginning, as a wary friend. C_ has opened my life to more love than I could hope for, and has given me back that which I had thought I had lost forever.
Be_ was my first, and most traumatic love. (I'm not talking juvenile crush) I did not want to admit that I was Bi to the world, but most especially, I was not ready for the intimidating rejection that awaited me from a peer that found us in the throes of passion. Two women having covert sex in the dorm room with the roommate there was probably ill advised, but I was neither thinking about this, nor did I care, until accused of betrayal, and my morality was questioned. I ran. I ran away from Be_ and from my own sexuality, straight into the arms of a man whom I knew had feelings for me. After that relationship came to a devastating crash less than a year later (go figure) I could not believe I was capable of a healthy, loving relationship. As the next few years past, I continued a rocky on/off thing with Be_ where I would sleep with her, but then not be able to handle loving her. I had never told her that I kept coming back because she was always there, rooted deep into my heart. When I started being with C_ as my lover, instead of as just my friend, he gave me that which had eluded me.
I had agreed to be with C_ in an open relationship; and he told me, after I had confided in him about my past, that I should tell Be_ how I felt about her. He unraveled all of the guilt, right there, and at the same time took away all the doubts I had that an open relationship would be a positive thing for me. I am now with both C_ & Be_ , although Be_ lives in another town, halfway across the state with her husband. (also polyamous.....hmmmm)
Now you know why my blog may have more than your average love-interest count, and I may begin what will hopefully be a very satisfying experience for everyone involved. Till we meet here again.
I am, (for those of you who do not know me) a curvy twenty-eight year old; with brown hair and hazel eyes, that has an undetermined future and a very definite sex drive. I currently reside in Alaska. Saying this state gets cold in the winter is a bit of an understatement. It may be more notable to say it gets warm in the summer.( which not everyone knows, and is a lot more exciting to us believe me)
A common saying here is "There is not much to do here in the winter besides____ and sex" (insert desired activity such as....1. Drinking 2. Sleeping 3. Random outdoors wintry activity)
I take this as a universal need for sex. Whatever else you are into, the most basic is always there. There are exceptions, of course, ( like those individuals that baffle my view of the universe with an appalling lack of hormonal overdrive) but I would say most people have this longing for intimate contact hardwired in.
I have, over the last two years (besides a stint of turmoil some time back) been with C_. This, however, does not prevent me from other connections, as we are in an open relationship. (We are polyamorus) This is how we started our relationship, and it has been a beautiful thing for me, as I could not have known, from my beginning, as a wary friend. C_ has opened my life to more love than I could hope for, and has given me back that which I had thought I had lost forever.
Be_ was my first, and most traumatic love. (I'm not talking juvenile crush) I did not want to admit that I was Bi to the world, but most especially, I was not ready for the intimidating rejection that awaited me from a peer that found us in the throes of passion. Two women having covert sex in the dorm room with the roommate there was probably ill advised, but I was neither thinking about this, nor did I care, until accused of betrayal, and my morality was questioned. I ran. I ran away from Be_ and from my own sexuality, straight into the arms of a man whom I knew had feelings for me. After that relationship came to a devastating crash less than a year later (go figure) I could not believe I was capable of a healthy, loving relationship. As the next few years past, I continued a rocky on/off thing with Be_ where I would sleep with her, but then not be able to handle loving her. I had never told her that I kept coming back because she was always there, rooted deep into my heart. When I started being with C_ as my lover, instead of as just my friend, he gave me that which had eluded me.
I had agreed to be with C_ in an open relationship; and he told me, after I had confided in him about my past, that I should tell Be_ how I felt about her. He unraveled all of the guilt, right there, and at the same time took away all the doubts I had that an open relationship would be a positive thing for me. I am now with both C_ & Be_ , although Be_ lives in another town, halfway across the state with her husband. (also polyamous.....hmmmm)
Now you know why my blog may have more than your average love-interest count, and I may begin what will hopefully be a very satisfying experience for everyone involved. Till we meet here again.
The night before last, as I lay next to C_ , my lover, I asked him if I could start this blog. He laughed sleepily, and glanced at me from the corner of his eye, as we lay sprawled out, exhausted. We had, between us, used every bit of our combined energy to achieve this state of blissful lassitude. I was still gasping for breath from our efforts.
It may be a strange request, under normal circumstances. I don't think that asking for permission to write someone into a blog, is very sexy, most of the time; but it went something like this: Me: "Can I....*gasp* maybe ....*gasp* write...um......a......blog....about....this?" Him: "*pant* *snicker* sure." Somehow I knew he would say yes.
It may be a strange request, under normal circumstances. I don't think that asking for permission to write someone into a blog, is very sexy, most of the time; but it went something like this: Me: "Can I....*gasp* maybe ....*gasp* write...um......a......blog....about....this?" Him: "*pant* *snicker* sure." Somehow I knew he would say yes.
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