It’s always nice to relax and enjoy the evening. I look forward to many, many more. I forget how much fun it’s possible to have, and need to get back into the swing of being a consistent cum dump.
Thanks to the hectic work schedule I only had about 3 (late) hours to play, but I’m pleased. The “everyone will fuck me” mentality seems to have gone off smoothly, and the inquiry has now become a firm policy. I *really* love giving head, and I’m quite good at it, but the mental thoughts of me on my knees, sucking a mans cock and submitting to it, always turns me on enough to where I’m ready to slide it in me.
I’m pleased to announce the slut *is* back.. over the years, my “want” hasn’t changed, just the amount of free-time I have to devote to my passion and love for cock. Adjusting to that aspect has been frustrating, but at least for the hour or three that I’ll be available during the days and weeks to come, it’s worth it.
I can truly tell how much of an “addict” i am.. texting, calling, emailing, messaging to see who might be available. I must say I’m impressed, even in the late hour, with how many that were able to give me some cock. I can imagine with an earlier start and more planning I’ll soon have my fill again.
Hopefully soon I’ll be back to 2-3x a week, I *need* it, lol.
That’s all for now. I’ll be around and taking care of you all again shortly.
April 5th, 2012 in
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Keep in mind this blog is light-hearted musings… not looking for a counceller to tell me how to fix my relationship issues…i have an account at Adult Sex Dating.
When in relationships in the past it has become an issue in more than one case that my partner would become offended that I still masturbate often. In my opinion, this didn’t hurt our sex life at all, still regular and very good. Why would I do that? Well, for starters not every sex act feels the same and produces the same result… And taking care of myself may not always be the best and most intense orgasm, but it can still be very good. And i don’t care how good you and your partner are, if you ate lobster every night of the year you’d want a change from that too… And yes, there are many different things you can do with a partner, and i still enjoyed all of them. Masturbating is just one more option on top of those, and I for one will not give it up simply because I’m in a relationship!
My question would be why would someone want to take that away from their partner? Assuming of course it is not replacing a healthy sex life in the relationship…
I’m sitting naked (no heels on) here at the same desk I used in high school. Nothing fancy, white glazed with gold knobs. I cleaned out the drawers, put all the paper clips neatly in the little hollow made for things like that. Wiped it with a soft cloth. In one week it will be jammed packed with tons of useless crap. Look in my profile.
Kind of like my brain at the end of a long week. Lets see, I’ve quit my job, got a job, gave notice to my apartment, got an apartment and now trying to sell off most of what I own.
Then, when I have learned the art of cracking open coconuts—am good and tan and relaxed, I will start on my Masters in the fall!
I asked a while ago, why are you on Adult Sex Dating? There was a variety of reasons, just like there is a variety of people here.
If you recall, I was asking a friend of mine why he was on Adult Sex Dating. He seemed so normal. And I thought I was kind of whacked out. So I could see why I was here.
So now I am wondering, did you get what you were looking for out of Adult Sex Dating? Did that special someone cross by, were you considered a “sexy blogger”? Were you just curious about the posts and found them humorous?
Whatever you were searching for when you first filled out that profile page, are you the same person now? Did you find what you were after? And has Adult Sex Dating lived up to your expectations?
It is time for my friend to renew and he is wavering. Deciding the pros and cos, ups and downs, good and bad. So how about you, did you find what you are looking for on Adult Sex Dating?
I pride myself on being easy to get along with Free Sex Games. I’ve spent enough time in therapy to know when my buttons are being pushed and USUALLY to take a step back and not react ‒ or at least not take it out on the other person in Free Sex Games. Sometimes I don’t/can’t/whatever. And then I feel like a shit.
I was prickly last night. In fact I’ve been prickly for a couple of days. And on top of it, on the verge of tears multiple times too. Uggggggg.
I’d like to chalk it all up to PMS. And while it irritates (see there’s that prickliness again) me to give it any credence AT ALL, there is some truth to that being partially the problem (run for the hills people, Lisa has PMS ).
But the bigger truth is that I get prickly when I’m scared. And I don’t like being scared. Not that any of us do. But for me, it reminds me of being a little kid, not being taken care of, feeling like I was alone in the world, wanting to climb into bed and hide under the covers. Even then though, that’s not what I did. Instead I strapped on my armor, puffed up my chest, projected a “I can take care of myself and I don’t need anyone else’s help” and pushed myself through rape games life.
There’s no doubt that that reaction has gotten me quite far in life. It’s gotten me through a lot of situations, helped me accomplish a whole lot, brought me a lot of worldly success. Its also isolated me from people.
I’ve been told a lot in my life that I’m intimidating. I had always reacted to that statement with complete disbelief. Are you kidding me? I was just this scared little kid treading water like a maniac to keep my head above water. But it was explained to me, not that very long ago, in a way I could really hear. And I finally understood.
A lot of my work over the years has been to shift the belief that to be scared, vulnerable, needy is a bad thing that requires being hidden, denied, overcompensated for. Its akin to those that have the worst self-esteem are often the ones that project the most arrogance. It was a way to hide something I felt ashamed of. (There’s a big reason I got my latest ink).
September 8th, 2011 in
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It’s not like I’ve actually HAD sex yet (friggin’ Aunt Flo, ya know), but it’s still been a fun few days getting to know my new toy.
I’m having to be EXTREMELY CAUTIOUS in not scaring Mr. Vanilla away. In bed, I talk A LOT. I’m very descriptive (not-so-much dirty-talk, though I do when the occasion merits it). He is DEAD SILENT. Not so much as a peep even, when he comes. (But lucky me … two this morning for him … added to SEVEN yesterday morning and the night before. I swear, he’s like a 19-year old.)
Anyway, he was very obviously in a very long (20 year) relationship, where things clearly weren’t very “experimental.” He doesn’t have that comfort-level about talking about sex, like … well, we bloggers have, ya know? Sex is my favorite topic of conversation, my favorite subject to read and research, my favorite way to pass the time, lol.
I have a feeling my membership to this site, and ESPECIALLY my blogging habit is going to have to remain a secret from him for a while. Not because I intend to hook up with anyone from here, but just because I don’t think he would understand this part of me AT ALL.
In a way, it kinda sucks not having that full-blown openness with Mr. Vanilla, like you do on this site, meeting people that are rally comfortable talking about sex who have quite a bit of experience. BUT, I must say that it’s vastly out-weighed by the fun of doing things to a guy he’s never experienced before AND knowing that he’s not on a site like this, trying to hook up with everything he can and (like some guys on this site) … treating women like they are interchangeable whores.
My ultimate, favorite…favorite…favorite thing, of course is ass-play “training.” He’s one of those guys who is super-uptight about that, on principle. Dead-set, in conversation, about anything like that being done on him. But I had him where he was spreading his legs on his own, relaxing and letting me tease him … so it won’t be long … I’m being very patient.
Look for female at Online Dating site.
There was a guy in chat tonight going on about his wife, about how she cheated and how he was going to divorce her. He was all ‘Blah blah blah, mad mad mad – and I’m so gonna get her in court.’
Meh. Yawn.
I’ve been all around this issue. I’ve known people hurt by cheating, I’ve known people who have cheated. Some got away with it, some didn’t. I’ve even maybe kinda got involved with a lady here or there who maybe was still kinda sorta with some other dude – but since I know at least one of them owned a big gun we’re not gonna be all that specific.
In any case, I have real trouble with folks who get mad or super upset after they’ve been cheated on. For the most part, people in positive, healthy relationships don’t have problems with cheaters. (For this topic, I’m putting open relationships in the healthy zone).
So if you’ve been cheated on, don’t get mad or all sobby – reassess your situation. How did this happen? No matter what the response, you’ve learned a key piece of missing information: Something was broke and now it’s out in the open. Getting mad about the incident doesn’t allow you to try to fix it. And if you don’t want to fix it, even better – time to move on and find somebody new.
Does it ever seem that after you have sex with an individual, one on one, you get a flat feeling … like no feeling … like why do I feel this way … don’t know if the other person does also … thought you were having a good time … until finished and went back to your daily routine life …! We may have expectations and the person we are with may not have been what we expected … or we were just not totally into the person … no chemistry … or just there for the sex and that’s all … instead of turning off and leaving … trying to be accomodating and friendly … figured to stay and see how things were going to go … and after the sex it just seemed like emptiness …
I don’t know if everyone has the same feelings …but I know when it is good, all around … and I want to go back to pleasure each other again … sort of a cerebral connection … not to get married … more of a fwb … while with others … we just do it and don’t look back … forgetting about it …
Personnally I like good memories but sometimes the memory is a nightmare to think about … Maybe we both shouldn’t have been there in the first place!!
You ever got a hand job and you had to her ask to stop it cuz you where going to cum real fast?
She pulls her hand away and you cum any ways. She went to far. I was past the point of no return. I never should not have pumped into her hands. It felt good tho. I thought I was getting real sex. Any ways I have to phone my vanilla friend today. She left a message last night. To call her. I don’t know what she wants from me now. I have already giving her a turkey and yellow roses. Do you think she loves me ??
k this is a continuation of being inspected before going out. Jon often makes me face the wall and continue his inspection from behind. He’ll lift my skirt, feel my bum cheeks,put his hands around and cup my breasts, he’ll pinch my nipples – all sorts of things. Of course this makes me hugely excited and gets me really really wet. Jon loves to know I’m wet when we go out. And I get wetter still knowing he knows I’m wet wet wet inside. Sometimes when I’m against the wall and he’s inspecting me – he won’t stop at just feeling me. He’ll whip his penis out and rub it on my pussy or around my anus. When he does this of course I just want his cock IN me. I’ll thrust in and out trying to entice him to put his cock in my pussy or anus. Sometimes it works a treat. He’ll stick his cock into my pussy and without so much as a “Can I please” he’ll fuck me HARD HARD HARD. When he does this he won’t let me wash. He’ll make me go out with my pussy dripping with our combined juices. He is a mean mean Master.
When we are walking on the street I am afraid that everyone we pass can see the wet dripping down my inner thighs. Well, maybe they can – but probably they can’t. I can certainly FEEL the wetness and then I can’t stop myself from getting even wetter!Mmmmm – well, I can’t complain. All of that is part of being a BDSM Sex Slave. It’s a secret and yet it’s not a secret.On the street and in the restaurants and bars an onlookers may have the fleeting thought: “Is She?” And then – she’s gone! Read the rest of this entry »
May 13th, 2011 in
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