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I almost for got I had this blog. Maybe I will feel the urge to post here someday. I logged in with the intention of deleting this blog, but I've changed my mind.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
My First Time with C, part two
(Read Part One)
Later I learned that one of two things sometimes happens the first time I have sex with a woman. I either can't get an erection for a short period of time, or, I can't cum. I fucked a certain woman for five or six hours, almost all night, and never came. She didn't complain, but she said she felt sorry for me. Maybe the latter was just a problem early in my life, because it hasn't really happened again.
With C, I felt my cock go limp. I really wanted to fuck her; everything we had done for weeks led to us being naked. Every email we sent; everything we said to each other; the way we looked at each other; the way we fell into each other's arms whenever we had the chance; everything spoke of sex. I am sure that people who knew us we certain we were fucking. We weren't, but we both knew we could once she got over the issue of me being attached, an attachment that ended a few months later, thank god.
She was understanding about the temporary impasse, which was a relief. It was also a relief to discover, a few minutes later, that my cock had caught up to my brain. I moved into the missionary position and moved slowly into her wet box, and man, it felt so good. I had wanted to be inside her for weeks, and there she was, completely naked beneath me, her breasts looking up at me, her nipples hard, her mouth open, eyes closed, pussy wet, hot, and hungry. And, I could fuck her as long as I wanted.
I felt her legs wrap partly around me, her hands on my back. She was breathing hard, panting as my cock slide gently in and out of her. I was amazed that she came so fast, but it gave me the opportunity to make her cum again and again.
(Read Part One)
Later I learned that one of two things sometimes happens the first time I have sex with a woman. I either can't get an erection for a short period of time, or, I can't cum. I fucked a certain woman for five or six hours, almost all night, and never came. She didn't complain, but she said she felt sorry for me. Maybe the latter was just a problem early in my life, because it hasn't really happened again.
With C, I felt my cock go limp. I really wanted to fuck her; everything we had done for weeks led to us being naked. Every email we sent; everything we said to each other; the way we looked at each other; the way we fell into each other's arms whenever we had the chance; everything spoke of sex. I am sure that people who knew us we certain we were fucking. We weren't, but we both knew we could once she got over the issue of me being attached, an attachment that ended a few months later, thank god.
She was understanding about the temporary impasse, which was a relief. It was also a relief to discover, a few minutes later, that my cock had caught up to my brain. I moved into the missionary position and moved slowly into her wet box, and man, it felt so good. I had wanted to be inside her for weeks, and there she was, completely naked beneath me, her breasts looking up at me, her nipples hard, her mouth open, eyes closed, pussy wet, hot, and hungry. And, I could fuck her as long as I wanted.
I felt her legs wrap partly around me, her hands on my back. She was breathing hard, panting as my cock slide gently in and out of her. I was amazed that she came so fast, but it gave me the opportunity to make her cum again and again.
Friday, July 15, 2005
The C Word
A friend of mine recently confessed that she has difficulty saying vulva and vagina, and that there is no way that she can say any of the other slang terms for the female pleasure zone. I have often wondered about what term women prefer and have been surprised by their answers.
One woman told me that she likes pussy, but that cunt is too harsh. Others have told me that cunt is a fine word and that they like it. One even said "there are some words you just gotta learn to say." Then, there are the variations, which usually mean terms that are somewhat vague, like 'down there'.
I'm flexible. If she likes pussy, I'll say pussy. If she likes cunt, I'll say cunt.
I'm tempted to ask what you think, but I am fairly certain that this blog is largely unread and maybe that is a good thing.
A friend of mine recently confessed that she has difficulty saying vulva and vagina, and that there is no way that she can say any of the other slang terms for the female pleasure zone. I have often wondered about what term women prefer and have been surprised by their answers.
One woman told me that she likes pussy, but that cunt is too harsh. Others have told me that cunt is a fine word and that they like it. One even said "there are some words you just gotta learn to say." Then, there are the variations, which usually mean terms that are somewhat vague, like 'down there'.
I'm flexible. If she likes pussy, I'll say pussy. If she likes cunt, I'll say cunt.
I'm tempted to ask what you think, but I am fairly certain that this blog is largely unread and maybe that is a good thing.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
A Failed Breakup
We were supposed to break up, but it didn't take. Instead, last week, she was kneeling between my legs in a secluded corner of a semi-public building. We were supposed to break up because I am married and she is single. But, we cannot keep our hands off each other, even after all of this time, after an uncounted number of sexual unions, nekcing, blow jobs, finger-fucking, groping is stairwells, dark places, alley, theatres, parks.
We met last week. It was unplanned, unscheduled, and not supposed to happen. But, our hands touched, we kissed, we hugged, we found a place near by and I got my hands into her jeans and made her cum. I unhooked her bra and took her nipples into my mouth. I pinched her nipples. She unzipped my pants, took my cock into her hand, and then knelt in front of me and took my cock as far as she could into her mouth.
I love her mouth. I love cumming in her mouth. I love her.
I looked at this today (sexually explicit link).
We were supposed to break up, but it didn't take. Instead, last week, she was kneeling between my legs in a secluded corner of a semi-public building. We were supposed to break up because I am married and she is single. But, we cannot keep our hands off each other, even after all of this time, after an uncounted number of sexual unions, nekcing, blow jobs, finger-fucking, groping is stairwells, dark places, alley, theatres, parks.
We met last week. It was unplanned, unscheduled, and not supposed to happen. But, our hands touched, we kissed, we hugged, we found a place near by and I got my hands into her jeans and made her cum. I unhooked her bra and took her nipples into my mouth. I pinched her nipples. She unzipped my pants, took my cock into her hand, and then knelt in front of me and took my cock as far as she could into her mouth.
I love her mouth. I love cumming in her mouth. I love her.
I looked at this today (sexually explicit link).
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Thursday, June 02, 2005
My First Time with C.
Aside from the fact that a cockroach walked up the wall a few minutes after it was over, and aside from the fact that I had a slight anxiety attack (after all I was married at the time), it wasn't bad once we really got going. For three weeks, we had kissed and touched, spent tons of time together, and drank lots of coffee. I don't remember the day, but I think it was January and cold.
We ended up at her place, having stopped for condoms along the way. That receipt, stuck in my wallet, caused me problems later, but that is another story. I think we ate first; we talked; we looked at each other. The rest is almost a blur. It was 10 years ago or maybe 11. Anyway, soon, I had my tongue in her mouth, my thigh wedged between her legs. Still dressed, we pressed our bodies together. My hand slipped under her shirt and I cupped her breast, still inside her bra.
I really don't know how we got to be naked. I love undressing women, but I can't really say how we lost our clothes. I sucked nipples, kissed her lips, held her breasts, and let a hand find her wet opening. She liked that. I might have made her cum like that, or her first orgasm might have been when my tongue started licking her between her smooth thighs.
She tasted good. I massaged her clit with my tongue, ran it around her lips, dipping it into her tunnel. She sounded good. She moaned. I was rock hard. I opened the condom, slipped it on, and then my worst fears were realized: I lost my erection.
Part two is coming up later...
Aside from the fact that a cockroach walked up the wall a few minutes after it was over, and aside from the fact that I had a slight anxiety attack (after all I was married at the time), it wasn't bad once we really got going. For three weeks, we had kissed and touched, spent tons of time together, and drank lots of coffee. I don't remember the day, but I think it was January and cold.
We ended up at her place, having stopped for condoms along the way. That receipt, stuck in my wallet, caused me problems later, but that is another story. I think we ate first; we talked; we looked at each other. The rest is almost a blur. It was 10 years ago or maybe 11. Anyway, soon, I had my tongue in her mouth, my thigh wedged between her legs. Still dressed, we pressed our bodies together. My hand slipped under her shirt and I cupped her breast, still inside her bra.
I really don't know how we got to be naked. I love undressing women, but I can't really say how we lost our clothes. I sucked nipples, kissed her lips, held her breasts, and let a hand find her wet opening. She liked that. I might have made her cum like that, or her first orgasm might have been when my tongue started licking her between her smooth thighs.
She tasted good. I massaged her clit with my tongue, ran it around her lips, dipping it into her tunnel. She sounded good. She moaned. I was rock hard. I opened the condom, slipped it on, and then my worst fears were realized: I lost my erection.
Part two is coming up later...
Monday, May 30, 2005
Notes from the 1st marriage, Part 1
Courtship
In the early days, we had copious amounts of sex. There was, in fact, copious copulation. That is, once she finally gave in. She had been holding out. And then, when it finally happened, I discovered that she was not a virgin. I had so expected that she was, not that that made a difference to me. I didn't have some sort of fetish for untouched women. Even now, I prefer a woman who really knows how to fuck. I just assumed that she was a virgin and I was wrong.
We met in our undergrad, and within a few months, we were fucking like crazy. We screwed everywhere. Those were the days when we would visit my dad, go up to my old room and fuck, sometimes twice. We had sex 11 times in one week (that doesn't seem like so much now, I have to say). But, I remembered the number and I told my friend about it. I remember one night, we had sex 5 times on a water bed. That record stood for me for while: I broke it last year, 16 years later. That's not bad, I say. (Forget what you have heard about men being at their sexual peak at 18: that's a load of crap).
Suddenly, the sex stopped. Really, it slowed down. She was worried that I only wanted sex. That's what she said. I knew it was true, but I couldn't say that I only wanted her pussy. I did like being with her, but I knew I was constantly looking at other woman, thinking about their tits, wanting to see them stripped bare, wanting to lick and fuck them. Even then, I felt obsessed.
I dumped my small collection of porn before moving in with her. There wasn't much: just a few girlie mags, nothing hardcore. But, I remember that I had a fabulous number of wanks looking at the glossy cunts and hard nipples, wishing that I could be part of the photo.
Courtship
In the early days, we had copious amounts of sex. There was, in fact, copious copulation. That is, once she finally gave in. She had been holding out. And then, when it finally happened, I discovered that she was not a virgin. I had so expected that she was, not that that made a difference to me. I didn't have some sort of fetish for untouched women. Even now, I prefer a woman who really knows how to fuck. I just assumed that she was a virgin and I was wrong.
We met in our undergrad, and within a few months, we were fucking like crazy. We screwed everywhere. Those were the days when we would visit my dad, go up to my old room and fuck, sometimes twice. We had sex 11 times in one week (that doesn't seem like so much now, I have to say). But, I remembered the number and I told my friend about it. I remember one night, we had sex 5 times on a water bed. That record stood for me for while: I broke it last year, 16 years later. That's not bad, I say. (Forget what you have heard about men being at their sexual peak at 18: that's a load of crap).
Suddenly, the sex stopped. Really, it slowed down. She was worried that I only wanted sex. That's what she said. I knew it was true, but I couldn't say that I only wanted her pussy. I did like being with her, but I knew I was constantly looking at other woman, thinking about their tits, wanting to see them stripped bare, wanting to lick and fuck them. Even then, I felt obsessed.
I dumped my small collection of porn before moving in with her. There wasn't much: just a few girlie mags, nothing hardcore. But, I remember that I had a fabulous number of wanks looking at the glossy cunts and hard nipples, wishing that I could be part of the photo.
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