I did one of these ages ago with Sheri and I got to talk with Mike the other day, so I decided I'd ask him if he'd be willing to do a bit of Q&A. That's not a double entendre for anything. Just questions and answers. As always, you can join in by emailing or DMing or commenting or any other way you can get ahold of me, if there are questions you'd like answered by my supporting cast. I'll be asking the same questions this time around, with edits and so forth just like last time. If it sounds like my phrasing, it's because it is. I punched up a few things to make it more interesting to read; most of the dialogue is interpreted and probably not actually what was said, but close enough. Yeah, like you were expecting the New York Times. I interpret. I enliven. It's all what he said, just finessed a bit.
#1 - What's your favorite position?
Depends on the girl. And what we're doing. With anal, it's got to be doggy. With you, I love missionary, and if the girl is good looking and has nice tits, missionary is very nice. But lately I've been into getting ridden, which has all the good stuff from missionary plus we can get a rhythm going better with both of us working at it.
#2 - What kind of porn are you watching lately?
Mother-son stuff. I guess I miss Mom. I like it when there's a younger girl involved too.
#3 - Who was the last girl you fucked?
[Lexi note: Mike has a fairly steady thing right now, so this question took a bit of drawing out, since initially he just said, "Come on, what kind of dumb question is that?"]
Mia [his current thing]. Last night she got home from work and wanted two orgasms. She said she wanted at least two, right out of the gate. I thought she meant her, but she wanted two from me. So we ordered a pizza which got cold, I fucked her mouth until I came on her tits, then she rode me hard, said the first one didn't count, made me get hard again, and told me it was all on me this time. She lay back and let me plow her, cute little wails and cumming and so forth, then I came on her face. She said that was what she wanted and then went to bed. I wasn't complaining. Sometimes Mia just needs to get fucked to destress a little.
#4 - How about the gentlemen?
[Lexi note: my brother has some bi curiosity, but he doesn't indulge in it beyond sometimes some ass play with toys. So he said, "Copying and pasting from Sheri's responses isn't going to work here." Which is true. But I wanted to copy and paste, so you get this instead.]
#5 - Most interesting recent partner?
[Lexi note: Mike and Mia aren't totally exclusive, but they share rather than going outside the partnership. As far as I know, she doesn't know about his family matters, so he's cheating on her if he has sex with any of the family, but I can't judge him both because he's my brother and because I've been in the same situation.]
Mia. Okay, no, that's not fair. Sheri's answer was all about deflowering a guy, and I've got nothing recent which was anywhere near that fun. Should I talk about the last time I popped a virgin?
[Lexi note: yes, because that sounds more interesting than your recent stuff.]
Okay, so the last girl I popped was legal but just, drunk at a party I was at, started coming on to me because she thought I was with the band. I wasn't, but she was hot and no other fish were biting, so I let her think I was. We started making out, she said she wanted to go somewhere quieter, so we went back to my room [Lexi note: it should be said here that Mike was not barely legal; this was probably last year and he's talking about a hotel room, not a dorm room.]
We got there, she's starting to get a little more sober and realizing she's committing to something she doesn't really want to commit to, so I told her it was fine, she could go, no biggie, I wasn't expecting anything [Lexi note: Mike, for any flaws he might have otherwise, is pretty decent]. I mean, I totally was expecting something, raring to go, but you know [Lexi note: I do].
So she leaves and I'm thinking about finding someplace to go, maybe pick up another girl, something. But I wound up jerking off in my room because I'm not as young as I used to be [Lexi note: then what were you doing at the party in the first place, dingus?]. I finished up, put something on the TV, and was getting ready to drift off when there's a knock on my door.
It's the girl again. I told her I'd be right there, threw some clothes back on, let her in. She says, "I'm sorry, I led you on, you hate me." Don't you just love drama? I really wanted to say, "No, I don't, get out and let me sleep," but she said, "You were such a good guy. Most guys would have just taken advantage. And... I just was nervous because I've never done anything like this before."
"Never hooked up in a hotel room after a party?"
"No, I mean..." And she was blushing and stammering and I could see what she was actually trying to say.
"You've never hooked up at all."
"I mean, I've made out with guys. But I came to college and I figured I'd, you know, and it just..."
"Look, you were drunk, people make mistakes, whatever. I'm sorry I put you in this position. You didn't need to apologize. And maybe next time, don't go back to a stranger's hotel room because bad things happen. You should have someone to watch your back."
Turns out that her buddy was even more drunk than she was, so yeah, choices.
But then she said, "You're so awesome. I... I want to do it with you. I want you to. I'm not drunk any more and I want to do it."
Well okay then. So we started making out again, and she was still pretty shy about it, and I kept telling her we didn't have to do this, but she seemed like she was going to go ahead with it. "I just want to do it," she said.
Her body was very nice, once I got her clothes off, and her being shy was kind of cute. Innocent, you know? I was ready to go again [Lexi note: when isn't he?] but you'd be proud, I took my time, I got her comfortable. Once I gave her permission to be sexual, she even rubbed her pussy a little before I said I was going to get her really comfortable and ate her out. No orgasm but she relaxed.
Then I got my own clothes off. She wasn't surprised by my cock like some girls are [Lexi note: he's not saying he's huge, although he's perfectly respectable, just that virgins sometimes haven't even ever seen a cock before] and she asked me if I wanted her to do anything. I just told her I was going to fuck her and that was all she had to worry about [Lexi note: I sure hope those weren't the exact words he used, because that's all you need to do is bring up worry at a time like this].
She took me like a champ. Between her juice and the condom, I didn't have to do much to get inside her. No blood, which I'll admit disappointed me a little. It didn't even hurt her. She just lay back and looked happy until I pulled back and rocked a little, and then her eyes got wide and she started gasping. Didn't want to wear her out, but after having jerked off not too long ago, I was going to last for a while, so I tried to go slow and steady.
I think she came on me. I'm not sure. I hope so. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. But after a while, she asked me if I wanted to switch positions, so we spooned. I wrapped her tits in my hands and God they were nice college teen tits. I felt like I was going to go on forever though, so I sped up a little and she begged me to be gentle. So I had to slowly, slowly fuck, and after the novelty wore off, it wasn't that great. I mean, she felt great, and her body was amazing, but she was kind of like a warm sex doll, not much reaction beyond moaning and occasionally squeezing her pussy on me.
But I can force myself to cum if I have to, so I did. I asked her where she wanted her first jizz, and she looked a little startled. "I don't know, where do you usually cum?"
I didn't tell her I usually like to cum in a pussy or an ass. "If you don't feel like it in your mouth, that's okay. I can just cum in the condom."
But she wanted the full experience, so I pulled out and did the porno thing where the guy stands there forever wanking for the money shot. I settled on her tits because she didn't seem like she wanted a facial. The orgasm was lousy and forced, but she thought it was the greatest thing ever. She played with it with her finger, but she didn't taste.
She wanted to know if she could stay the night because she had nowhere else to go. I really needed to get to sleep because I actually had things to do the next day. She said she'd make it worth my while and was reaching for my cock like she was trying to pick up a hot poker, but I told her that wasn't necessary, and if she wanted to stay that was fine but she didn't need to sleep with me. But she was all over me, even if she wasn't all over my cock, saying how great I was, and damn it I have an ego just like everyone else. So even though I had planned on giving her the bed and sleeping on the couch, we wound up sleeping together.
Even though she said she was up for more, she was out like a light about five minutes later, curled up next to me. In the morning I was all set to get up and go for the continental breakfast, but she was there all big-eyed and naked and saying she knew she'd never see me again and that I was the best and she wanted me again before I left, so what was I going to do?
I fingered her while we kissed and she even got up her courage and started stroking my cock. Then I pulled on another condom and let her straddle me. I think she was sore because it was even slower and gentler than before, and I really just wanted to grab her hips and fuck her silly and get it out of her system so I could maybe get a shower and then maybe grab the dregs of continental breakfast. God though, she had a tight little body and it was fun watching her giggling and rocking. I told her I wanted to make her cum and she liked that idea, so I tweaked her nipples and she rubbed her clit while bouncing and finally she said, like she was proud, "I'm going to cum." Her orgasm was disappointing too, a quick gasp and flutter and then she was lying on my chest and telling me how amazing I was again and I was getting tired of it all.
"I'm going to fuck you a little harder, okay?"
"Okay." And to her credit she put up with a bit more rough, maybe a 2 on the dial instead of a 1. I let her lie there and grabbed her ass and pressed up, speeding up until she said no more. She even let me run my fingers over her ass without saying anything. And I didn't bother to ask, just rolled her off me like a sack of potatoes, pulled off the condom, and jerked it again until she moved her head over without saying anything and opened her mouth. So if she was going to let me...
I even got a few little licks and sucks, which was enough, and I held her in place and then shot onto her tongue and lips. Another really weak orgasm, but the volume was impressive. I don't think she was expecting as much as there was, and I certainly wasn't. She looked like I had splashed her face with cold water. But she let me cum on her tongue with only a little flinching.
Honestly, the best part, and the part I wish had happened sooner because we could have have way more fun, was that she said, "It tastes a little funny," but then swallowed and licked her lips. "Not bad though. I could do that again."
We didn't though. I didn't get breakfast. She wanted to stay, I think, but I told her that I really did have places to go, people to see, things to do, and no, I wouldn't be going to that party tonight. So she left after showering and I never saw her again. I mean, it was fun, but it was also kind of a drag. I like the virgins who are raring to go and want to learn. I bet she went back to college with a story to tell and got fucked by a bunch of assholes while drunk.
#6 - Worst sex recently?
Mia brought home this woman a few weeks ago, older than us, and I wasn't attracted to her at all, but I went along with it for Mia because she was so proud she'd picked up a woman for a threesome [Lexi note: I guess Mia is as inexperienced in this regard as Sveta is, or they usually pick up a third together or something]. The woman was not my type. Mia said after that she wasn't really her type either, but had said yes. So we had a pretty pedestrian threesome with this woman who was mostly looking to get hers from both of us, like she was doing us a favor by agreeing to be shared. Mia didn't get any oral at all, and I only got some while Mia was eating the woman out. Her pussy was sloppy, her tits were saggy, and she just wasn't much of a lay even leaving out the shallow stuff. She had a great time, drank a bunch of our liquor, and has asked us if we want to do it again, but we're always busy, wouldn't you know.
Again, if you've got any questions for anyone I can ask, including me, send them along. This was just some random shit questions I thought up way back when, and while we managed to get a good virgin story out of them, they're pretty basic. Feel free to ask specifics.
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
TMI Tuesday
From the archives:
1. What strange areas of your body are ticklish?
What's a strange area to be ticklish? The inside of my eyelids or something? I don't know. I can be ticklish all over. Sveta likes to tickle the fold at the base of my ass cheek where it meets my thigh. But I imagine that's not all that weird a place to be ticklish. Sometimes the roof of my mouth tickles when I have really bad sinuses.
2. What is something you are interested in sexually, but only on a purely fantasy level? Something that you think about but could never fully act on.
Hardcore D/s stuff, probably. I don't think I could ever actually do it because I don't like not being in control, but I do fantasize about it sometimes. Usually involving either rape or toilet play. But I'm also a perv, so there's plenty of fantasies I have which I would never act on in real life.
3. If you could have a week of the best sex ever in human history but you had to have a fish head as your head for the rest of your life, after that week, would you do it?
Good lord no. That's not even a choice. I like sex, and mindblowing sex is great, but a fish head? That would pretty much ruin the rest of my life.
4. What do you consider taboo and have you ever ventured into this territory? Was it a great, good, bad or horrific experience?
Well, I don't consider a lot of things I do taboo but certainly the rest of the world does. Leaving that aside, I'm fairly taboo about scat and analingus, and I've ventured into both as I've mentioned in the past. But I'm not sure that's a taboo and not just a personal preference. I don't consider them scandalous, just not something I usually enjoy. Although I'm coming to enjoy rimming more because of my partners.
5. What part of your body do you consider the most unusual that you enjoy being stimulated?
I really like it when Sveta strokes that fold between ass and thigh? I like it when people press the wall between my pussy and asshole. It doesn't have to be DP. In fact, DP is a holistic experience where I usually don't get to concentrate on one sensation. But if you put your thumb in my ass and your middle finger in my pussy and pinch between them, I enjoy that a lot. Give it a try sometime: it's much better than generic "shocker" bullshit. Give your partner a massage, don't just squeeze. It can be a great way to work up to DP or even anal. Hell, get two little hook vibes, put one on each side, and rather than concentrating the pussy one up as one normally does, hook it down against the other one and start slow.
Bonus:
If you could make a porn film/video with any celebrity, who would it be and why?
I have a few celebrity crushes, but not really anything I'd make a porno over. If I had to pick a guy, I'm going to just throw out Joseph Gordon Levitt because he's cute. But I could pick someone else. For a lady... that would be a very tough choice. We're assuming this is consensual of course: I meet them and they say, "Hey, you know what, I think we should make a porno." I honestly don't know, so I'll just randomly throw out Emily Browning because she's also very cute.
Of course, if I were being practical, there are all sorts of celebrities I could pick because I could sell the resulting tape for all the money. I would totally take one for the team to do that for some people. Yes, I need money.
1. What strange areas of your body are ticklish?
What's a strange area to be ticklish? The inside of my eyelids or something? I don't know. I can be ticklish all over. Sveta likes to tickle the fold at the base of my ass cheek where it meets my thigh. But I imagine that's not all that weird a place to be ticklish. Sometimes the roof of my mouth tickles when I have really bad sinuses.
2. What is something you are interested in sexually, but only on a purely fantasy level? Something that you think about but could never fully act on.
Hardcore D/s stuff, probably. I don't think I could ever actually do it because I don't like not being in control, but I do fantasize about it sometimes. Usually involving either rape or toilet play. But I'm also a perv, so there's plenty of fantasies I have which I would never act on in real life.
3. If you could have a week of the best sex ever in human history but you had to have a fish head as your head for the rest of your life, after that week, would you do it?
Good lord no. That's not even a choice. I like sex, and mindblowing sex is great, but a fish head? That would pretty much ruin the rest of my life.
4. What do you consider taboo and have you ever ventured into this territory? Was it a great, good, bad or horrific experience?
Well, I don't consider a lot of things I do taboo but certainly the rest of the world does. Leaving that aside, I'm fairly taboo about scat and analingus, and I've ventured into both as I've mentioned in the past. But I'm not sure that's a taboo and not just a personal preference. I don't consider them scandalous, just not something I usually enjoy. Although I'm coming to enjoy rimming more because of my partners.
5. What part of your body do you consider the most unusual that you enjoy being stimulated?
I really like it when Sveta strokes that fold between ass and thigh? I like it when people press the wall between my pussy and asshole. It doesn't have to be DP. In fact, DP is a holistic experience where I usually don't get to concentrate on one sensation. But if you put your thumb in my ass and your middle finger in my pussy and pinch between them, I enjoy that a lot. Give it a try sometime: it's much better than generic "shocker" bullshit. Give your partner a massage, don't just squeeze. It can be a great way to work up to DP or even anal. Hell, get two little hook vibes, put one on each side, and rather than concentrating the pussy one up as one normally does, hook it down against the other one and start slow.
Bonus:
If you could make a porn film/video with any celebrity, who would it be and why?
I have a few celebrity crushes, but not really anything I'd make a porno over. If I had to pick a guy, I'm going to just throw out Joseph Gordon Levitt because he's cute. But I could pick someone else. For a lady... that would be a very tough choice. We're assuming this is consensual of course: I meet them and they say, "Hey, you know what, I think we should make a porno." I honestly don't know, so I'll just randomly throw out Emily Browning because she's also very cute.
Of course, if I were being practical, there are all sorts of celebrities I could pick because I could sell the resulting tape for all the money. I would totally take one for the team to do that for some people. Yes, I need money.
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
TMI Tuesday
From the archives:
1. Why do you like sexting or virtual sex (chatting, skype, etc.)?
I used to do a fair amount of chat back in the days when things like IRC were a thing. I enjoyed virtual sex, but it usually devolved into me just telling stories, which is why I started the blog because I felt like I got off more on telling the stories than virtual sex anyway, and it's easier to tell a long, involved story in a blog than in a chat window. Plus, typing while diddling is tough.
2. When you’re about to “get busy”…get down & dirty, you know, have sex, do you like to be undressed by your lover or take off all your clothes by yourself?
Depends on how submissive I'm feeling. Sometimes it's nice to be undressed. Sometimes it's more fun if you're both so ready to go that you just rip the clothes off yourself. Sometimes it's fun to keep the clothes on.
But there is something extremely sexy about either doing a strip-tease for your partner or for them to slowly, sensually undress you while you are powerless to stop them. Again, depends on how submissive I'm feeling. Also, what clothes I'm wearing. If I'm wearing something which isn't fun to take off, I just want to get naked. But if I'm wearing something fun, by all means, undress me and caress me.
3. What is the most desperate thing you’ve done for sex?
Offered it to someone with whom I didn't really want to have sex. As unlikely as it sounds, I have been in situations where I had no other options but people I didn't care for at all. But the vagina wants what the vagina wants.
4. Libido booster drugs for women (viagra for women) will hit the market soon. Are you interested in trying them? Will you take the new drug(s)? Why or why not?
(If you are a man, would you like for your female lover to take such a drug?)
Why does it have to assume that I need to be a man for my partner to be a woman?
I wouldn't take them because my libido is already pretty stoked and it doesn't seem like I need any help. I guess if I were offered one, I might take it to see what it did, but if all it did was increase my sex drive, I can't see the point for me. I need a pill which helps me enjoy sex more, not a pill which makes me more receptive to it.
As far as a partner, if it were something they needed, I'd support it.
"Lady Viagra" is an odd thing to think about. Viagra isn't really a sex-drive enhancer; it just makes you hard. I'm not sure what the female equivalent of "makes you hard" is. If it makes you cum more easily, that sounds great. If it's to treat female sexual disfunction of a kind which makes it impossible to have sex in the same way that erectile disfunction affects men, that I'm all for the drug and I hope it helps a lot of women, but I don't need it. I can have sex, I just have issues with arousal making me hurt. It's possible that taking this pill would put me in a lot of pain.
Bonus: If it were legal in your country/community to visit a “sex box” would you?
Probably not, because I'm not terribly interested in visiting a prostitute in any circumstance. I have nothing against it, but I'm just not interested in it at the moment.
1. Why do you like sexting or virtual sex (chatting, skype, etc.)?
I used to do a fair amount of chat back in the days when things like IRC were a thing. I enjoyed virtual sex, but it usually devolved into me just telling stories, which is why I started the blog because I felt like I got off more on telling the stories than virtual sex anyway, and it's easier to tell a long, involved story in a blog than in a chat window. Plus, typing while diddling is tough.
2. When you’re about to “get busy”…get down & dirty, you know, have sex, do you like to be undressed by your lover or take off all your clothes by yourself?
Depends on how submissive I'm feeling. Sometimes it's nice to be undressed. Sometimes it's more fun if you're both so ready to go that you just rip the clothes off yourself. Sometimes it's fun to keep the clothes on.
But there is something extremely sexy about either doing a strip-tease for your partner or for them to slowly, sensually undress you while you are powerless to stop them. Again, depends on how submissive I'm feeling. Also, what clothes I'm wearing. If I'm wearing something which isn't fun to take off, I just want to get naked. But if I'm wearing something fun, by all means, undress me and caress me.
3. What is the most desperate thing you’ve done for sex?
Offered it to someone with whom I didn't really want to have sex. As unlikely as it sounds, I have been in situations where I had no other options but people I didn't care for at all. But the vagina wants what the vagina wants.
4. Libido booster drugs for women (viagra for women) will hit the market soon. Are you interested in trying them? Will you take the new drug(s)? Why or why not?
(If you are a man, would you like for your female lover to take such a drug?)
Why does it have to assume that I need to be a man for my partner to be a woman?
I wouldn't take them because my libido is already pretty stoked and it doesn't seem like I need any help. I guess if I were offered one, I might take it to see what it did, but if all it did was increase my sex drive, I can't see the point for me. I need a pill which helps me enjoy sex more, not a pill which makes me more receptive to it.
As far as a partner, if it were something they needed, I'd support it.
"Lady Viagra" is an odd thing to think about. Viagra isn't really a sex-drive enhancer; it just makes you hard. I'm not sure what the female equivalent of "makes you hard" is. If it makes you cum more easily, that sounds great. If it's to treat female sexual disfunction of a kind which makes it impossible to have sex in the same way that erectile disfunction affects men, that I'm all for the drug and I hope it helps a lot of women, but I don't need it. I can have sex, I just have issues with arousal making me hurt. It's possible that taking this pill would put me in a lot of pain.
Bonus: If it were legal in your country/community to visit a “sex box” would you?
Probably not, because I'm not terribly interested in visiting a prostitute in any circumstance. I have nothing against it, but I'm just not interested in it at the moment.
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
TMI Tuesday
From the archives:
1. Create your perfect job. What do you do?
Honestly, what I do now is pretty nice, just without any stability of hours. But if I were creating my perfect job, it would probably involve cataloguing data, maybe editing, maybe a bit of programming. And the hours would be set entirely by me.
2. What person has changed you for the better?
Jesus? No, only kidding; he's a nice guy, but we have differences of opinion on some theological matters. I could be incredibly cliched and say Sveta, who has indeed changed me for the better. But I also have candidates who are teachers or people who've taught me things. I'm far from perfect, but I'm definitely a better person because of things I've learned from various people.
3. Cat person or dog person?
Like dogs, love cats. I'm definitely more of a cat person as far as temperament goes.
4. Who is your favorite relative? Why?
God, don't make me choose. Also, what counts as "relative?" I don't have that many relatives, really. I guess if I have to pick people outside my immediate family, Aunt Dierdre is probably my favorite, but it's a close race and she only wins because she's fun to hang out with.
5. Mop the floor or iron clothes?
Floor mopping, although I'd rather do neither. I'm not domestic. But I have plenty of floor-mopping experience. I know more about swabbing decks and tying knots than a sailor, and that's because theater is basically a ship on dry land.
6. Which would you rather have, a swimming pool or a gardener? Why?
This is a tough one. On the one hand, I'd love to have a swimming pool, but I don't want to have to maintain it or pay for its maintenance. If I could have a maintenance-free swimming pool, that would be very tempting. But I'd have to have a completely different house and yard for that to work. If I'm getting either a pool in my current situation or a gardener in my current situation, going to have to go for the gardener because I really hate yard work. I don't have a garden and my gardener would be more of a landscaper, but being able to pass off the mowing and trimming and raking duties to someone else would be totally worth it.
Bonus: Are you better at giving oral sex or receiving oral sex?
Giving? I mean, you have to be pretty bad at giving oral if you're better at receiving it, at least as far as I'm concerned. Receiving oral is pretty easy. Maybe there's some higher tier of oral reception I haven't reached, but getting oral is hard to screw up. Also, I flatter myself that I'm pretty good at giving oral.
1. Create your perfect job. What do you do?
Honestly, what I do now is pretty nice, just without any stability of hours. But if I were creating my perfect job, it would probably involve cataloguing data, maybe editing, maybe a bit of programming. And the hours would be set entirely by me.
2. What person has changed you for the better?
Jesus? No, only kidding; he's a nice guy, but we have differences of opinion on some theological matters. I could be incredibly cliched and say Sveta, who has indeed changed me for the better. But I also have candidates who are teachers or people who've taught me things. I'm far from perfect, but I'm definitely a better person because of things I've learned from various people.
3. Cat person or dog person?
Like dogs, love cats. I'm definitely more of a cat person as far as temperament goes.
4. Who is your favorite relative? Why?
God, don't make me choose. Also, what counts as "relative?" I don't have that many relatives, really. I guess if I have to pick people outside my immediate family, Aunt Dierdre is probably my favorite, but it's a close race and she only wins because she's fun to hang out with.
5. Mop the floor or iron clothes?
Floor mopping, although I'd rather do neither. I'm not domestic. But I have plenty of floor-mopping experience. I know more about swabbing decks and tying knots than a sailor, and that's because theater is basically a ship on dry land.
6. Which would you rather have, a swimming pool or a gardener? Why?
This is a tough one. On the one hand, I'd love to have a swimming pool, but I don't want to have to maintain it or pay for its maintenance. If I could have a maintenance-free swimming pool, that would be very tempting. But I'd have to have a completely different house and yard for that to work. If I'm getting either a pool in my current situation or a gardener in my current situation, going to have to go for the gardener because I really hate yard work. I don't have a garden and my gardener would be more of a landscaper, but being able to pass off the mowing and trimming and raking duties to someone else would be totally worth it.
Bonus: Are you better at giving oral sex or receiving oral sex?
Giving? I mean, you have to be pretty bad at giving oral if you're better at receiving it, at least as far as I'm concerned. Receiving oral is pretty easy. Maybe there's some higher tier of oral reception I haven't reached, but getting oral is hard to screw up. Also, I flatter myself that I'm pretty good at giving oral.
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
TMI Tuesday
From the archives:
1. Could you date someone who is really into Legos? Their house consist of Lego furniture, the walls are covered in 3-D Lego art or photos of mammoth Lego creations.
Why not? I love Lego. It's Lego, by the way; the plural of Lego is Lego. If it got past "passion" and into "obsession" I might have issues, but that's true of a lot of passions. But I have no problem with Lego, as long as the rest of him/her is compatible.
2. You have a big date and discover that you have run out of undies (underwear, panties), would you:
a. re-wear dirty
b. wear a swimsuit or swimsuit bottoms
c. line worn undies with fresh panty-liners
d. go commando
Depends on where I'm expecting the date to go. And what "dirty" means. If they've been worn and are sitting in the hamper or something, I'd probably re-wear them. If they're actually dirty for whatever reason, unless that's what the person I'm dating likes, I'm not going to re-wear that pair, but I'm unlikely to be in a situation where I have neither clean nor wearably-dirty underwear. But I might just go commando if I think the evening will support it, either because it's not going to get hot and heavy or because it will. I do sometimes even if I have plenty of clean panties to wear. Come on though, even if I'm wearing a pair of underwear which has been worn before, I hardly expect my partner to examine them for cleanliness. If it's a choice between wearing a pair of panties which are embarrassingly bad for whatever reason or going without, I'll go without and take my chances. If someone feels me up and discovers I'm not wearing underwear, I don't think that's likely to be a deal-breaker.
3. In order to date the person of your dreams, you must be in a reality show with them. Would you date him/her? Why?
Probably not. I mean, "person of my dreams" is hard to judge without dating them first, so it would probably have to be some hot person with whom I would like to canoodle, and frankly appearing on a reality show would ruin any chances of our having a normal relationship anyway. Plenty of fish in the sea without that kind of baggage.
4. You have been dating a certain someone for a while, you two click and you really like them but they confided to you that they are a crime-fighting super hero? Do you still date them or let the relationship cool? Why?
In some fantasy world where there were actual crime-fighting super heroes, sure, why not? If I've been dating them for long enough that they can open up to me and confide this secret to me, then I probably know them well enough that I would know whether I wanted to be with them regardless of their alter-ego. It would be like any other job. Sure, I might worry that they would be killed, but I could worry that about any number of jobs, so either I would like them enough that I would worry and put up with the worry or I wouldn't and wouldn't.
In reality... I'd have to think about it. Seems a little detached from reality, and I don't know that I need that in my life. All of the above would still apply though. If they weren't delusional and were actually doing something like people do in the real world (there are costumed crime-fighters in the real world and they can do good things, albeit with less fighting super-villains and more helping people) then I might be able to live with it. Hell, I might ask to join them.
I'm not into superheroes though, so if they were the type of person who's not totally insane but just delusional enough or obsessed enough to be annoying about it, I might decline. But again, I would think I would know this about them from dating them for long enough to know that I really like them and that we click. And I don't tend to click with annoying people.
5. You are on a date with someone you really want to impress. Your pants/skirt/shirt/bra split early in the date. What do you do?
a. Tie a jacket or sweater around your waist or put the jacket or sweater on to hide the issue
b. Stop at a drugstore and buy safety pins, and in secret try to fix and hide problem
c. ‘Fess up to the problem, let it all hang out and continue with the date
d. Cut the date short and go home
Totally depends on the situation. I could definitely turn it around by fessing up, because I don't date people who would be so uptight about that sort of thing that it would make them never want to see me again, and it would be a stupid thing we could both laugh about later. But when I was younger and dumber, I probably would have tried to hide it and been embarrassed.
Bonus:
You went away for the weekend with your new romantic love interest. He/she had planned a wonderful weekend of outdoor fun for you both but it has started to rain and storms are in the forecast for the next few days. What do you suggest the two of you do instead?
Stay inside. Or run around in the rain if it's warm. Either way, plenty of romantic options when it's raining. We could just stay in our hotel or cabin or whatever and fuck endlessly. I'm not saying I wouldn't be a little disappointed and understand that they too were disappointed, because if we had planned to do fun things other than just be outside and we couldn't that would be a bummer. But I'm flexible with plans.
1. Could you date someone who is really into Legos? Their house consist of Lego furniture, the walls are covered in 3-D Lego art or photos of mammoth Lego creations.
Why not? I love Lego. It's Lego, by the way; the plural of Lego is Lego. If it got past "passion" and into "obsession" I might have issues, but that's true of a lot of passions. But I have no problem with Lego, as long as the rest of him/her is compatible.
2. You have a big date and discover that you have run out of undies (underwear, panties), would you:
a. re-wear dirty
b. wear a swimsuit or swimsuit bottoms
c. line worn undies with fresh panty-liners
d. go commando
Depends on where I'm expecting the date to go. And what "dirty" means. If they've been worn and are sitting in the hamper or something, I'd probably re-wear them. If they're actually dirty for whatever reason, unless that's what the person I'm dating likes, I'm not going to re-wear that pair, but I'm unlikely to be in a situation where I have neither clean nor wearably-dirty underwear. But I might just go commando if I think the evening will support it, either because it's not going to get hot and heavy or because it will. I do sometimes even if I have plenty of clean panties to wear. Come on though, even if I'm wearing a pair of underwear which has been worn before, I hardly expect my partner to examine them for cleanliness. If it's a choice between wearing a pair of panties which are embarrassingly bad for whatever reason or going without, I'll go without and take my chances. If someone feels me up and discovers I'm not wearing underwear, I don't think that's likely to be a deal-breaker.
3. In order to date the person of your dreams, you must be in a reality show with them. Would you date him/her? Why?
Probably not. I mean, "person of my dreams" is hard to judge without dating them first, so it would probably have to be some hot person with whom I would like to canoodle, and frankly appearing on a reality show would ruin any chances of our having a normal relationship anyway. Plenty of fish in the sea without that kind of baggage.
4. You have been dating a certain someone for a while, you two click and you really like them but they confided to you that they are a crime-fighting super hero? Do you still date them or let the relationship cool? Why?
In some fantasy world where there were actual crime-fighting super heroes, sure, why not? If I've been dating them for long enough that they can open up to me and confide this secret to me, then I probably know them well enough that I would know whether I wanted to be with them regardless of their alter-ego. It would be like any other job. Sure, I might worry that they would be killed, but I could worry that about any number of jobs, so either I would like them enough that I would worry and put up with the worry or I wouldn't and wouldn't.
In reality... I'd have to think about it. Seems a little detached from reality, and I don't know that I need that in my life. All of the above would still apply though. If they weren't delusional and were actually doing something like people do in the real world (there are costumed crime-fighters in the real world and they can do good things, albeit with less fighting super-villains and more helping people) then I might be able to live with it. Hell, I might ask to join them.
I'm not into superheroes though, so if they were the type of person who's not totally insane but just delusional enough or obsessed enough to be annoying about it, I might decline. But again, I would think I would know this about them from dating them for long enough to know that I really like them and that we click. And I don't tend to click with annoying people.
5. You are on a date with someone you really want to impress. Your pants/skirt/shirt/bra split early in the date. What do you do?
a. Tie a jacket or sweater around your waist or put the jacket or sweater on to hide the issue
b. Stop at a drugstore and buy safety pins, and in secret try to fix and hide problem
c. ‘Fess up to the problem, let it all hang out and continue with the date
d. Cut the date short and go home
Totally depends on the situation. I could definitely turn it around by fessing up, because I don't date people who would be so uptight about that sort of thing that it would make them never want to see me again, and it would be a stupid thing we could both laugh about later. But when I was younger and dumber, I probably would have tried to hide it and been embarrassed.
Bonus:
You went away for the weekend with your new romantic love interest. He/she had planned a wonderful weekend of outdoor fun for you both but it has started to rain and storms are in the forecast for the next few days. What do you suggest the two of you do instead?
Stay inside. Or run around in the rain if it's warm. Either way, plenty of romantic options when it's raining. We could just stay in our hotel or cabin or whatever and fuck endlessly. I'm not saying I wouldn't be a little disappointed and understand that they too were disappointed, because if we had planned to do fun things other than just be outside and we couldn't that would be a bummer. But I'm flexible with plans.
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Zoe Visits
I had the day off a few days ago (actually, I've had a few days off, but this was the day that mattered) and was lounging around the house waiting for Sveta to get off work, when I got a text from Zoe. "Hey, can I come over? Really stressed."
Therapy day!
She's got lots of work which is due and she's stressing out about it, so she needed a breather, and hey, rather than going to a club or something (yeah, there are so many clubs around here) she wanted to come over and blow off some steam. Who am I to refuse that?
She showed up pretty quickly. "I was already near here, driving around, trying to clear my head. I figured maybe you might be free."
"Free as a bird."
"Can you please make me cum? I haven't had any in so long."
I can't think of words I was more happy to hear at that moment. "Not even playing with yourself?"
"It just revs me up. I need you. I need someone. Sorry, that sounded awful. But I really need to cum please."
Your wish is my command, nymph. We were naked in the bed in short order, and I didn't waste any time getting my head between her legs. Poor thing was soaking wet, dripping juice. She needed it badly. I didn't bother with frills, just dove in, fingers inside her, tongue lapping at her clit, and she came, hard. Harder than I think I've ever seen Zoe cum, to be honest. She screamed, "Yes! Yes!" and squashed my head between her thighs.
I didn't let up, and she didn't stop me, and pretty soon I had my other hand under the first one, massaging her asshole, three fingers in her cunt, sloppy and a bit rough. When I pressed my middle finger into her butt, she sighed and then tensed up again, and I had to work slowly to get it all the way in, but eventually I was up to my palm in both ass and pussy, flicking away at her clit, and she was rocking her hips up and down.
We worked up a rhythm and she came again, and this time it wasn't hard, it was soft, waves and waves, her muscles tensing slightly, then relaxing. I could feel it more in her ass, which still isn't used to penetration.
"Thank you," she said finally, pulling me up and kissing my pussy-juice-stained lips, looking very tired. "God, I love you Lexi."
"My pleasure, honey. I love making you cum."
"No, I mean, I might be falling in love with you."
Okay, if this were a movie trailer, right about here is where the record scratch sound effect would play. And then the announcer would say, "But she's about to find out that coeds... fall hard." Fortunately, it isn't a movie.
"You don't mean that. You're stressed out and lonely. If Sveta had been home and I hadn't been..."
"I am lonely. Really lonely. And you've been so nice, and you make me feel amazing..."
"Honey, sex isn't love. I mean, I love you, but we're not falling in love. We don't know each other that well."
And then she started crying, and I'll just skip the parts where I had to reassure her that I wasn't angry and that I did love her and that it was okay if she loved me but that she was... etc. And then she fell asleep.
I let her sleep. Sveta came home and I told her an abbreviated version. "Well of course she's falling in love with you," said Sveta. "I mean, I fell in love with you."
"She's not, though," I said. "She's stressed."
"Are you worried I'll be jealous?"
"No, of course not. I mean, I don't want you to be jealous..."
"I'm not. She's nice, and she's sexy, and she's lonely. I'm jealous that all the cute girls throw themselves at you because I want some cute girls to throw themselves at me."
We climbed into bed with Zoe and snuggled her, and she cried a bit more, and she was apologizing again, etc. And then she started kissing Sveta, and things got less comforting and more sexy, and pretty soon Zoe was eating Sveta out while I fucked Zoe's pussy with a dildo. Poor Lexi got next to nothing. But that's okay. Getting to play with two cute girls is plenty.
And after that, things brightened considerably. Zoe apologized again, but no tears this time, and said that she loved Sveta too, and both of us, and that we were the best thing that ever happened to her. I really think she needs to find some better things to happen to her, because while Sveta and I are awesome in the sack, we're not winning-the-lottery-while-being-elected-Pope awesome. Sex is great, but you can have great sex and still have a crummy life.
Then Zoe shook herself out of the post-coital bliss and said she had to get back to work. We told her to drop by any time she needed a bit of a breather, so we may see her again, although with spring break approaching she may have other plans. We didn't ask. I hope she finds some other social circles to perk her up, although I'm totally fine with perking her up a bit.
I shouldn't sell myself short, I guess, but I always feel guilty when people are tying themselves to me. I still sometimes feel guilty that Sveta wound up with me instead of someone her own age with a better job, better health, better whatever. It makes me feel like a millstone.
And while I am completely okay with the idea of polyamory, I really don't think it's a good idea for me to start a lesbian commune with a bunch of younger women. I know, what a problem to have, but while I might be able to deal with it, I'm not sure either Sveta or Zoe would be able to share, when it came down to it. And I'd probably favor Sveta. Zoe is very nice, but I don't know her that well.
Is she falling in love with me? I hope not. I hope it was just loneliness and stress. I don't need this in my life. I tried to make it clear to Zoe that I wasn't denying her feelings or anything and that I would be happy to talk with her about things when she wasn't feeling this stressed. I hope I haven't driven her away and made her feel worse.
And yet, it certainly is a fantasy: my own private harem of cute girls. I feel guilty about that too.
Therapy day!
She's got lots of work which is due and she's stressing out about it, so she needed a breather, and hey, rather than going to a club or something (yeah, there are so many clubs around here) she wanted to come over and blow off some steam. Who am I to refuse that?
She showed up pretty quickly. "I was already near here, driving around, trying to clear my head. I figured maybe you might be free."
"Free as a bird."
"Can you please make me cum? I haven't had any in so long."
I can't think of words I was more happy to hear at that moment. "Not even playing with yourself?"
"It just revs me up. I need you. I need someone. Sorry, that sounded awful. But I really need to cum please."
Your wish is my command, nymph. We were naked in the bed in short order, and I didn't waste any time getting my head between her legs. Poor thing was soaking wet, dripping juice. She needed it badly. I didn't bother with frills, just dove in, fingers inside her, tongue lapping at her clit, and she came, hard. Harder than I think I've ever seen Zoe cum, to be honest. She screamed, "Yes! Yes!" and squashed my head between her thighs.
I didn't let up, and she didn't stop me, and pretty soon I had my other hand under the first one, massaging her asshole, three fingers in her cunt, sloppy and a bit rough. When I pressed my middle finger into her butt, she sighed and then tensed up again, and I had to work slowly to get it all the way in, but eventually I was up to my palm in both ass and pussy, flicking away at her clit, and she was rocking her hips up and down.
We worked up a rhythm and she came again, and this time it wasn't hard, it was soft, waves and waves, her muscles tensing slightly, then relaxing. I could feel it more in her ass, which still isn't used to penetration.
"Thank you," she said finally, pulling me up and kissing my pussy-juice-stained lips, looking very tired. "God, I love you Lexi."
"My pleasure, honey. I love making you cum."
"No, I mean, I might be falling in love with you."
Okay, if this were a movie trailer, right about here is where the record scratch sound effect would play. And then the announcer would say, "But she's about to find out that coeds... fall hard." Fortunately, it isn't a movie.
"You don't mean that. You're stressed out and lonely. If Sveta had been home and I hadn't been..."
"I am lonely. Really lonely. And you've been so nice, and you make me feel amazing..."
"Honey, sex isn't love. I mean, I love you, but we're not falling in love. We don't know each other that well."
And then she started crying, and I'll just skip the parts where I had to reassure her that I wasn't angry and that I did love her and that it was okay if she loved me but that she was... etc. And then she fell asleep.
I let her sleep. Sveta came home and I told her an abbreviated version. "Well of course she's falling in love with you," said Sveta. "I mean, I fell in love with you."
"She's not, though," I said. "She's stressed."
"Are you worried I'll be jealous?"
"No, of course not. I mean, I don't want you to be jealous..."
"I'm not. She's nice, and she's sexy, and she's lonely. I'm jealous that all the cute girls throw themselves at you because I want some cute girls to throw themselves at me."
We climbed into bed with Zoe and snuggled her, and she cried a bit more, and she was apologizing again, etc. And then she started kissing Sveta, and things got less comforting and more sexy, and pretty soon Zoe was eating Sveta out while I fucked Zoe's pussy with a dildo. Poor Lexi got next to nothing. But that's okay. Getting to play with two cute girls is plenty.
And after that, things brightened considerably. Zoe apologized again, but no tears this time, and said that she loved Sveta too, and both of us, and that we were the best thing that ever happened to her. I really think she needs to find some better things to happen to her, because while Sveta and I are awesome in the sack, we're not winning-the-lottery-while-being-elected-Pope awesome. Sex is great, but you can have great sex and still have a crummy life.
Then Zoe shook herself out of the post-coital bliss and said she had to get back to work. We told her to drop by any time she needed a bit of a breather, so we may see her again, although with spring break approaching she may have other plans. We didn't ask. I hope she finds some other social circles to perk her up, although I'm totally fine with perking her up a bit.
I shouldn't sell myself short, I guess, but I always feel guilty when people are tying themselves to me. I still sometimes feel guilty that Sveta wound up with me instead of someone her own age with a better job, better health, better whatever. It makes me feel like a millstone.
And while I am completely okay with the idea of polyamory, I really don't think it's a good idea for me to start a lesbian commune with a bunch of younger women. I know, what a problem to have, but while I might be able to deal with it, I'm not sure either Sveta or Zoe would be able to share, when it came down to it. And I'd probably favor Sveta. Zoe is very nice, but I don't know her that well.
Is she falling in love with me? I hope not. I hope it was just loneliness and stress. I don't need this in my life. I tried to make it clear to Zoe that I wasn't denying her feelings or anything and that I would be happy to talk with her about things when she wasn't feeling this stressed. I hope I haven't driven her away and made her feel worse.
And yet, it certainly is a fantasy: my own private harem of cute girls. I feel guilty about that too.
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
TMI Tuesday
From the archives:
1. You’ve been waiting forever for your significant other to propose marriage, when they finally do it is in the form of a bribe: “Lose 10-15 lbs. (approx. 1 stone U.K.; approx. 6 kilos) and I will marry you…the wedding can be anyway, and anywhere of your choosing…just lose some weight.”
Would you accept this proposal?
(Alternatively for the traditionalists): Men if your significant other was a little ‘heavier’ than you’d like him/her to be, would you make such a proposal?
Fuck you. No seriously, fuck you. If you come to me and say, "Honey, I'm concerned about your weight because I think it's unhealthy..." or, "Honey, this is a terrible thing to say and I hope you don't hate me, but I'm finding myself less attracted to you because you've gotten heavier..." then maybe we can talk. But if you dangle some ring over my head and tell me in order to marry me I've got to drop weight, fuck you. This isn't JV Wrestling, and fuck you.
2. Are you participating in any Halloween festivities? Will you wear a costume? If yes, what?
As you can see, this one was from Halloween-time. Since it'll be April when this gets published, even if I were more interesting than I am, I wouldn't be able to give a satisfying answer. But short answer, I rarely do much for Halloween besides sit at home, maybe watch a good Halloween movie or TV show (and I don't like horror, so that usually means something either silly or a bad monster movie or something), and hand out treats to the neighborhood children when they come by. I wish I could get it together to put a costume together, but I never do. I've been to Halloween parties and all I really wanted to do was take my costume off (read that however you'd like and you'd probably be right).
3. Forget the fact that you have a blog, in real-life are you:
a. an over-sharer who tells every detail of your personal life to everyone including the barista at Starbucks?
b. a little discriminating in who you decide to talk to about your personal life, feelings, etc.? Your love life isn’t off limits to friends and family but you don’t confide in total strangers.
c. as tight as a clam? You don’t share important details with friends and family and when you do it about kills you because you are extremely private.
I'm really none of these; I don't share my life with everyone at all times, but I don't keep secrets from my family either, for the most part. I'm not an over-sharer, let's say. I probably land somewhere between B and C: I don't open up for just anyone (which is why I enjoy blogging because it's safe exhibitionism, although I don't tell you guys much apart from the prurient details of my sordid love life) but I don't keep everything from everyone. I live a pretty compartmentalized life though.
Some people jealously guard their sex lives, but since I put different values on sex than most people, I don't view sharing my sex life as being particularly open. It doesn't really tell you about me as a person, just about some fun I've had, in the same way that someone else might show slides of their trip to the Grand Canyon or something. Very few people know me all that well. So maybe I'm more C, just with different priorities. I do find it hard to open up to people. Sex might be deeply meaningful and intimate for a lot of people, but for me it's not something I feel like opens me up (aside from the obvious joke here) to my partner. Sex isn't connection, although it's better with a connection.
4. MEN your significant other has asked to sleep with your cock in his/her mouth, what are your first thoughts? Would you say yes or no? Why?
LADIES/significant other…your guy just asked you to sleep with his penis in your mouth. Would you do it? Why or why not?
No, because I'd probably either choke or bite him. I have no problem with it in principle, although it's definitely not a fetish of mine, but in practice it would go wrong pretty quickly. If nothing else, I'd drool all over it, which isn't sexy.
Bonus: If you were remembered for one thing, what would it be?
For making the world a better place in some way, I hope. This is more aspirational than the question. If I died tomorrow, I don't know what I'd be remembered for, thing-wise. I hope some people would remember me fondly.
1. You’ve been waiting forever for your significant other to propose marriage, when they finally do it is in the form of a bribe: “Lose 10-15 lbs. (approx. 1 stone U.K.; approx. 6 kilos) and I will marry you…the wedding can be anyway, and anywhere of your choosing…just lose some weight.”
Would you accept this proposal?
(Alternatively for the traditionalists): Men if your significant other was a little ‘heavier’ than you’d like him/her to be, would you make such a proposal?
Fuck you. No seriously, fuck you. If you come to me and say, "Honey, I'm concerned about your weight because I think it's unhealthy..." or, "Honey, this is a terrible thing to say and I hope you don't hate me, but I'm finding myself less attracted to you because you've gotten heavier..." then maybe we can talk. But if you dangle some ring over my head and tell me in order to marry me I've got to drop weight, fuck you. This isn't JV Wrestling, and fuck you.
2. Are you participating in any Halloween festivities? Will you wear a costume? If yes, what?
As you can see, this one was from Halloween-time. Since it'll be April when this gets published, even if I were more interesting than I am, I wouldn't be able to give a satisfying answer. But short answer, I rarely do much for Halloween besides sit at home, maybe watch a good Halloween movie or TV show (and I don't like horror, so that usually means something either silly or a bad monster movie or something), and hand out treats to the neighborhood children when they come by. I wish I could get it together to put a costume together, but I never do. I've been to Halloween parties and all I really wanted to do was take my costume off (read that however you'd like and you'd probably be right).
3. Forget the fact that you have a blog, in real-life are you:
a. an over-sharer who tells every detail of your personal life to everyone including the barista at Starbucks?
b. a little discriminating in who you decide to talk to about your personal life, feelings, etc.? Your love life isn’t off limits to friends and family but you don’t confide in total strangers.
c. as tight as a clam? You don’t share important details with friends and family and when you do it about kills you because you are extremely private.
I'm really none of these; I don't share my life with everyone at all times, but I don't keep secrets from my family either, for the most part. I'm not an over-sharer, let's say. I probably land somewhere between B and C: I don't open up for just anyone (which is why I enjoy blogging because it's safe exhibitionism, although I don't tell you guys much apart from the prurient details of my sordid love life) but I don't keep everything from everyone. I live a pretty compartmentalized life though.
Some people jealously guard their sex lives, but since I put different values on sex than most people, I don't view sharing my sex life as being particularly open. It doesn't really tell you about me as a person, just about some fun I've had, in the same way that someone else might show slides of their trip to the Grand Canyon or something. Very few people know me all that well. So maybe I'm more C, just with different priorities. I do find it hard to open up to people. Sex might be deeply meaningful and intimate for a lot of people, but for me it's not something I feel like opens me up (aside from the obvious joke here) to my partner. Sex isn't connection, although it's better with a connection.
4. MEN your significant other has asked to sleep with your cock in his/her mouth, what are your first thoughts? Would you say yes or no? Why?
LADIES/significant other…your guy just asked you to sleep with his penis in your mouth. Would you do it? Why or why not?
No, because I'd probably either choke or bite him. I have no problem with it in principle, although it's definitely not a fetish of mine, but in practice it would go wrong pretty quickly. If nothing else, I'd drool all over it, which isn't sexy.
Bonus: If you were remembered for one thing, what would it be?
For making the world a better place in some way, I hope. This is more aspirational than the question. If I died tomorrow, I don't know what I'd be remembered for, thing-wise. I hope some people would remember me fondly.
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