Tuesday, January 29, 2008

And So It Goes

Not to directly insult my male friends and readers, but men really do suck. There's a point at which they can't have a conversation, or say an honest word, or even communicate.

The Latin has disappeared. This was, I suppose, predictable to some degree. A mutual friend confirms that he is unreliable and can be completely ass-hatted. There's nothing to be done but move on and reflect.

Initially, when I realized that the silence was fairly lodged in the here and now, I, like so many women before me, wondered what is wrong with me. What have I done? What have I not done? And on and on... You've heard this from me before so I won't subject you to my singularly cruel self-denigration.

But, after I spoke to my friend who knows him and assured me this is not surprising behavior for him, I felt better.

So, well, at least I had a few weeks of some great sex. And interesting conversation.

Now, it's on to a party. Saturday night. I mean, I have to take my clothes off for someone!

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

A New Appreciation for Cunnilingus

I've never been a huge fan of cunnilingus. I know most women won't understand that because it's one of the things so many like the most. And the men who enjoy performing it won't understand why a woman wouldn't want it.

I'm not sure what my borderline aversion to it has been, exactly. Maybe the people who have performed it on me have lacked skill.** Sometimes I think it's gratuitous. I think they are doing it because they think they should (which would explain a lack of skill). Even when someone has given me a fair amount of pleasure, I would tire of it quickly. I want something else, something more, something big.

I believe, though, that I may have met someone who can change my mind about this. He clearly enjoys the work at hand. He is attentive and, it feels, appreciative of the dish presented to him. He takes his time. He's in no hurry to reach the "goal", but instead explores all the other nooks and crannies available. His tongue is soft when it needs to be and hard when necessary. His fingers are in no way absent from the proceedings.

All in all, it's very enjoyable and I've begun to actually crave it. But, then, it's not just his tongue I crave.


** I want to point out that women are included in this group of skill-less lickers. There's a fallacy that because a woman is doing things to another woman it will be fantastic and perfect because, as a woman, you must know what your partner wants. This is patently a myth. Some of my very worst lovers have been women. They may know what it feels like to receive, but they clearly have no idea how to bestow the same. In fact, the most boring sex I've had has been with women.

Note 01/25/08: Shay has a very clever picture up on her site today that is appropriate to this post so I thought I'd point it out. Mathematics indeed! Check it out.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Easy Post Friday or Being Tagged

Rupert up at the Chateau has tagged me and since I'm rather barren of words these days I'll take the opportunity to both a) write about sex and b) not have to think too much about what to write and still provide you with a post. Nice!

1.) What's the largest thing you've ever put in your ass?
Well, I didn't put it in, but I guess I'd have to say a cock. Although, luckily for me, it wasn't a very big one.

2.) What's the oddest object you've put inside your body(ass/pussy)?
I really had to give this some thought. I'm not one of those folks who tried toothbrush or hairbrush handles when I was young (or even now!). A carrot, I guess. In my cunt.

3.) What's the most public place you've ever had sex?
Other than a sex club and a sex party with 150 people? A Dead show.

4.) Are you naughtier in your head than you are in your bed?
Most definitely. I think this fantasy is quite naughty and I'm fairly certain it will never happen.

5.) Masturbating - what do you call it?
Um, masturbating. In fact, the word itself kind of turns me on.

6.) Would you, could you, in a car? On the highway? In a bar?
I have done it in a car, on the highway, in a bar! I have done it merrily, it is so good, so good you see!

7.) What do you think is your most sexually attractive feature?
I think my lips. I have somewhat full, soft, kissable lips and it's one of my very most favorite thing to do for hours and hours.

8.) What do other people think is your most sexually attractive feature?
I've been told I should consider being a sex phone operator on the side for extra money, so I guess my voice.

9.) Do you have an instant turn-on spot on your body? If yes, where is it?
My neck. Kiss my neck in the right way, soft and moist, and I'm yours instantly.

10.) Is there anything you want to do that you're too chicken to try?
It's so hard to say. I used to think I would never in my life give a strange man a blow-job in a sex club surrounded by people, including his wife. So, I think anything I say I'm chicken to do I'll end up doing anyway. :)

I'll turn it around and tag LG down south and that's it. My other blogger "friends" who haven't been tagged already aren't really survey types. I'm sure LG will give answers enough for a few. :)

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

A Snippet...

Well, nitebyrd's comment in my last post has compelled me to write and say, at the least, hello. I know I've been disturbingly silent and I apologize. Other than the exhaustion from being so thoroughly fucked, work is kicking my ass right now.

I'll tell you this though, my guy has a great cock. Really. First of all, he's cut, and I admit to a preference there. And he's thick. Nice and thick. Fills me up perfectly. He's not particularly long (I haven't broken out the ruler, so I can't give you true dimension), but trust me when I say he's long enough. I'm not very good at deep throat, but I can tell by his reaction that the depth to which I can "swallow" him whole, which is not the full length of his cock, works very well.

I have a bit of a desire to give him a trim because he's a bit hairy in that area. He's not particularly hairy in general, though, which is good because I don't care for that (I know, I'm picky about things, what can I say?). I'll either broach the topic at some point when we're more comfortable, or I'll just get used to it. Probably the latter.

Well, there you go. A little something to tide you over until my time is more my own. Right now, it's back to work....

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

¿Por qué el silencio?

It's been quiet in Paradise, I know. Luckily, for me anyway, it's not because my libido is on strike this time.

I've met someone. Someone I've known, actually, for a long time. Well, known is too strong. We've been in the same place at the same time on numerous occasions because we have people in common. For some reason, and really who cares what, we noticed each other on New Years Eve.

We had a great time talking and dancing and generally being like, "Huh, you look different to me and I can't tell why." At the end of the party we went home together and had great sex. Really great sex. We seem to be compatible in that way and it's lovely. And we want more. Of everything.

The silence is because I haven't really wanted to give details about the "Really great sex" and, I'm sorry to say, I probably won't. This is different. This is not an internet ghost. This is a real person, a real man, with whom I seem to be developing a real relationship. We saw each other yesterday for a lovely walk in the freakishly warm weather we had and have plans to see each other again twice this week. So, this, my friends, is for real. This is closer to my heart. What we've shared has been intimate. It's sex and then some.

I'm feeling protective of our time together. Protective and maybe a little superstitious. I don't want to bare all and then if it falls apart feel like I jinxed it. I feel a little like I might be jinxing it right now, but I actually have more confidence in this than I have in anything for the past couple of years. This is the difference between someone who has real history with people I know and someone who has appeared from the internet out of thin air, where there's no paper trail, so to speak.

It may not stay this way and I could become inclined to share some detail here and there. Maybe a little, maybe a lot. There's no telling. But, for now, I'm playing this close to the vest.

It doesn't mean the end of Paradise, though. I still have many fantasies that are just dying to be recorded here. As with all my writing, inspiration is all.

* The reason for the Spanish title to this post? He's Latin. Just imagine! A Latin lover. mmmm....