Sorry I haven’t posted in awhile I’ve just been super busy. I promise to start posting again soon.
Dreams.
Earlier I was talking with an old friend from high school about how he was in my dream a few nights ago, and how it was a sexual dream. He told me I should write a post about it for him. So here I am. It will most likely be much more detailed than any of my other posts because the fact that it’s a dream makes me feel more at ease about writing it.
Let’s refer to him as Thornberry because my sister used to say he reminded her of Donny from the cartoon Wild Thornberrys.
This is how my dream went:
I went out with my girlfriends to one of the bars near by. There was lots of hot men there, but I didn’t see the one I wanted. Then I saw Thornberry. He walked over and sat next to me at the bar.
When the bartender came over, she went to him first. She was practically naked, a shirt so low cut that it was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but he didn’t even look, instead he just said that I had been waiting longer. I didn’t want him to, but he bought my drink and we started to talk.
We made small talk off and on, then I told him what I was thinking. I said I wanted to get fucked tonight. I told him I had never done anything like this before, trying to sound sweet and innocent, I don’t know if he believed it, but not long after I was telling my friends that I was leaving.
Outside, we walked through the rain to his car. I was getting soaked, but I didn’t care.
My hand reached over and started to rub his pants between his legs, find his cock already semi-hard. I gently rubbed it, feeling him grow hard. I told him how badly I need to be really fucked. I told him that he had better not disappoint me. We went back to his place and he led me upstairs. I pushed him down on to the bed, then climbed on top of him. We started to make out. I practically ripped off his shirt. I sat up, then peeled off my shirt. My bra came off next.
I undid my belt, then the button on my jeans. He watched as I unzipped them and started to peel them off. I then helped him off with his pants.
I found my purse, took out a condom and didn’t waste anytime putting it on. I climbed back on top of him, however, this time I was guiding his cock inside of me. He let me do all of the work, my hips rotating up and down as I rode him. I went slow at first, but I couldn’t hold back. I was soon riding him as hard and as fast I could. The bed started to shake and squeak.
When I slowed down for a second, he pushed me over and on to my back. It was his turn. Then he pushed hard into me. I held on to his head board so that he wouldn’t push me into it. My arms started to get sore, but I didn’t care at all. It was the hard fucking that I wanted.
He came with one last hard thrust inside of me. I laid there thinking we were just going to go to sleep, but I was wrong. He grabbed my hand and led me up to the roof.
We didn’t waste anytime. He had me bend over as he took me from behind. It felt so good. He was tugging at my hair and biting my back. And with one final thrust we were done again.
Hot sweaty, sex
Lately I’ve been in the mood, where I just want sex. I want some hot, sweaty, fuck each others brains out type sex. I had read a letter from a certain regular and it just put me in a mood.
Women can’t have sex without emotions.
http://thefreshxpress.com/2009/10/no-emotional-attachments-inconceivable/
It was a nice change to finally find someone giving a big fuck you to the notion that women can’t have sex without emotional attachment.
1. Humans aren’t the only ones who perform oral sex. Cheetahs, hyenas, and goats all go down.
2. The clitoris is the only organ in the human body with just one purpose: pleasure.
3. Men who looked at porn of two men and one woman produced more sperm than those who looked at just women. Scientists speculate that seeing competition makes men step up their baby-making capacities.
4. As Brazilian waxes have become more popular, the pubic-lice population has dwindled.
5. Male chimps, bears, dogs (and almost all mammals besides humans) actually have a bone in their penis.
6. Coffee and booze can make semen taste bitter, while pineapple, celery, and melon make it taste less strong.
7. Women with hourglass figures tend to be more fertile.
8. Some of the first tampons were made of lint wrapped around wood.
9. The clitoris is shaped like a wishbone that’s about 3 to 4 1/2 inches long.
10. Male honeybees only get to have sex once in their life…because it kills them. During ejaculation the penis breaks off inside the female, and the male dies within hours.
WHAT’S YOUR PREFERENCE?
As to size preference, there are advantages to each. Men considered below average in length and width are considered ideal for giving head. Their size fits easily within a woman’s small mouth, thus minimizing fatigue to her jaw and allowing her to continue sucking and licking for a long period of time without the danger of choking.
Another advantage of penises on the average to smaller scale includes anal sex. For the women who enjoy this, smaller is definitely better. If the guy is too big, this option is far too painful.
On the large end of the scale, big meant foreplay. There is something satisfying about being able to wrap both hands around a throbbing, pulsating and continually expanding piece of male flesh. Straddling also came up as an advantage.
Large size, either in circumference and/or length provides an ample runway that enabled a woman to slide and rub her genitalia over the entire male organ and bring both to climax quickly without penetration.
Large men also have the advantage in doing it doggy style or in a scissors fashion. Length proved optimal in several sexual positions where the distance between them and the depths of a woman’s vagina is expansive. The down side of huge? Pain. The bigger it is, the more it hurts. The more it hurts, the better the woman becomes at the art of faking orgasm.
End.
I ended things with courtroom fling. Every time we had sex I had to fake it. Nothing about it was enjoyable. I felt like I was counting the minutes, maybe even seconds until it was over. I don’t feel that it’s my job to teach a man that’s 26 how to have sex. He should know atleast the basics, like where the clit is. I mean he tries, but it’s just not enough. It’s sad because 2 years ago he was amazing. I just don’t understand how you can possibly get worse in bed.
Not only is he lack luster in the sheets, he can’t even write, let alone say, the words “let’s have sex” or “hey wanna fuck?” He always says let’s hang out. Like I don’t know that as soon as I get there were going to go to his room, take off our clothes, and attempt to have sex (if you can even call it that)
Disappointing at best.
Last night was so disappointing. I spent most of the time watching his drunk friend attempting to hold a snake and thinking it was going to bite him the whole time, while he was on the phone with his sister. When he finally managed to get his sister off the phone, we headed to his room to watch Sherlock Holmes. By the time all this happened we only had 30 minutes until I had to leave.
He wasn’t as forward as he used to be. We sat on his bed for a good ten minutes just talking before I finally just leaned over and kissed him. The sex was underwhelming. To top it off he has no clue when it comes to giving head anymore. I felt like I should have drawn a map to my clit with detailed instructions on what to do. Is it possible for someone to get worse in bed? I don’t understand it.
By the time it was all said and done he didn’t last very long. Which is a good thing. I never thought I’d ever have to say that. He wanted me to stay and cuddle afterwards. I declined, since I was there for just sex.
Maybe it was the Jack Daniels in his system, maybe I was just too tired to try and make it better. Something just didn’t click. We’re supposed to see each other again on Thursday or Friday. Hopefully it’s better. If not then I’m cutting my loses.
Oh and for those wondering what happened to me and my ex fiance’s little rendezvous I ended that after he blurted out that he loved me during sex. Which is kind of ironic because he kept telling me that it was just sex, no strings attached. He was worried that I’d fall for him, not the other way around
What is this middle school?
Sunday night I went to my former fling’s apartment, the one from the courthouse. It ended up being pretty awkward. I mean I hadn’t talked to him in two years, and there I was at his new place with about 5 of his friends that I had never met. We spent most of our time just watching tv and playing the new Mario Bros. game. (How do always end up playing Mario games?) I left around 11:30 p.m. slightly disappointed that we didn’t have sex.
About 20 minutes later I received a text from him saying that he enjoyed seeing me tonight and asking why I was so quite. The answer to that questions was because every time I looked at him all I could think of was… sex. When he was giving me a tour of his new place as soon as we got to his bedroom I just wanted to throw him down on his bed and have my way with him. I ended up telling him all of this through a series of texts. His response was that we needed to remedy this.
So now we have plans tonight “to watch a movie at his place.” How nieve does he think I am? I know that means sex, which I’m completely down for. It makes me feel like I’m in middle school again, and I’m slightly turned off that a 26 year old man can’t even text the words let’s have sex to me. I’m sure that will all change as soon as I see him though.
Stay tuned.