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I saw this and I had to cut and paste. Mainly because I really, really needed to. (Taken from  Just fuck me )

Found this craigslist post a little while ago. Freaking HYSTERICAL. Enjoy.

Dear Men of Craigslist,
Look, I know you men have it difficult. Women are just about impossible to understand, much less please. In a post-feminist society, you never know exactly what you should be doing. Women are bloody picky, I know we are. It can be scary, too, when women freak out about what appear to be benign issues. And men who do their best to be respectful, female-positive humans, I salute you, I do.

       But please, please just fuck me already. Honestly, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. I like that you want to take things slow. I can totally get behind the idea of emotional connection, but dearjesusinheaven, FUCK ME. We’ve done dinner and drinks. We’ve gone dancing. We’ve cuddled and watched a movie. I’m wearing a low cut shirt and you’ve been staring at my breasts all night. Goodgodalmighty, get to it and fuck me.
         When we get hot and heavy, please take charge. Please, please fuck me. Trust me, I’m not going to just lie still – I’ll get involved. But don’t make me force your hand into my panties. That makes me feel like a rapist. We’ve been kissing for a half hour and your hand keeps grazing my ass. That’s nice, but it’s time to move forward. Get on top of me. Don’t make me get on top right out of the gate and start bobbing up and down on your cock like I’m practicing some crazy new aerobic yoga because YOU won’t go down on me. Roll on top and start dry humping like a good boy should. Don’t gently suck my nipples and then pull back when I moan with pleasure. You being coy is totally not what I want. It’s not what WE want.
OK, I know it’s scary. There are lots of women out there who make fucking really difficult. So, I have compiled some handy tips. Don’t think of this as complaining, or as schadenfreude for the Andrea Dworkins of the world. Just some simple tips, for timid men who have forgotten what it means to fuck like men:


1. Taking charge is not bad. Oh, there will be some women who feel that you are pushy. If you are making out with a woman, and she starts to push back, ask nicely if things are moving too fast. If she says yes, say something like “I’m sorry – you just look so fucking delicious. I’ll go slower.” Otherwise, skillfully move forward. If you start kissing a woman, and she responds well, and before long, you’re both on the floor with her skirt pushed up, and you on top of her, it’s not the time to roll onto your back and start awkwardly stroking the top of her head. Seriously, grow a goddamn pair. YOU’RE the man. Act like one.


2. Ohmyfuckinggod, please learn to respect the clit. It’s different for every woman, so ask what she likes. Do not, I repeat, do not just wiggle your fingers around her pussy like you’re trying to tickle her. Do not drum your fingertips against her vulva like you are impatiently waiting at the Sears Tire Center for your receipt. Do not push the clit like it is a doorbell at some house that you need to get inside of. Start by using all four fingers with firm yet gentle pressure against the outside of her pussy. Do not charge in with a single finger and start jabbing at things. And if you really don’t know what to do, ask her. Just ask. “How do you like it?”. It’s a simple question, and most women will answer straight out. If she’s being all coy, ask “Do you like pressure? Is it sensitive?” The clitoris is a varied item, indeed. Treat each one as though you have never encountered one before. Forget everything that your last partner liked.


3. Most women like to be fucked, and fucked well. Yes, there are women out there who want to “make love” every time – sweet, gentle, rocking love with lots of eye contact and loving kisses. Those women are not the majority. The majority like to be pounded. The majority like to have their hair pulled. The majority like a good, solid jackhammering. When a woman is bucking wildly against you, it’s not because she wants you to pull back and slowly swirl your cock around her vagina like you’re mixing a cake batter up there. It’s because she wants you to hold down her arms, or grab her hips, or push her legs above her head, and fuck her harder. Don’t be too afraid of what this means as far as gender equality goes – I am a raging feminist bitch, but I still want to be penetrated like you are planning on fucking my throat from the inside out.


4. A little roughness is nice. Do not pretend that you had no idea that some women like their hair pulled. Do not act shocked if she wants you to spank her (“Really? Spanking? Won’t it hurt?” – yes, it does. That’s the fucking point). We know you’ve read Stuff and Maxim, and that’s all those laddie mags talk about in their “How to Please Her” sections. Start with light, full handed smacks to the area of her ass that she sits on. Judge her response and continue on from there. You don’t have to bend her over one knee and tell her she’s a naughty girl and that Daddy’s going to punish her; save that for the fifth date. Women are less delicate than you think, so don’t worry about breaking her hip.


5. It’s OK for you to make noise. Otherwise, we feel like we are fucking a ninja. Unless you actually are a ninja, and have sneaked into our rooms with vibrating nanuchaku and zippered black pajamas, please, please make some noise. If you’re banging a woman, and she’s crying out and saying your name and moaning, and you can’t even manage a grunt, she’s going to feel like an idiot. You don’t have to make the sounds she is making, but do SOMETHING. You know how when you are watching porn, and the girl does something great to the guy and the guy kind of goes “Ah!”, half grunt, half yell? That’s HOT. Do that. Whisper our name (assuming you know it) gruffly. Groan against her neck when you’re in missionary position. You don’t have to grunt like a mountain gorilla, but if you are totally mute, she’s going to get worried.


6. Most women like dirty talk, in addition to the grunting. If you’d like to get some dirty talk going, ask her if she likes the way you fuck her. If she responds well, continue with something like, “I love fucking you. God, you look so fucking hot.” Is she still moaning in response? “Your tits are so beautiful.” Does that work? If she doesn’t respond well to the term “tits”, you might have to stop there. If she keep moaning or responding, pass Go and collect $200. Try the following:
“Oh, god. Your pussy is SO tight.”
“You’re so wet – are you wet because you like the feel of my cock ramming you?”
“I think I’m going to come inside you. I’m going to fill up your little cunt.” It doesn’t matter that you’re wearing a condom; we LOVE hearing this.
If all of those work, you can then progress to things like “sexy little bitch” and “dirty whore”. Tread carefully, but please, tread. Do not tiptoe. Do not sit down. Charge.


6. You’re not obligated to eat a woman out. In return, she’s not obligated to choke on your dick. Don’t skip one and expect the other. If you do eat a woman out, the only comment you should make about her pussy is how nice it is. The length of her labia minora, the color of her interior, her waxing job or full bush – you are not John Madden. No time for color commentary.


7. Do not bitch about condoms. Oh, we hate them. Trust us. They hurt us more than they hurt you. But we don’t want to be preggers, and you don’t want to catch anything, right? Don’t whine about condom sex. Do not explain that you can’t come with one on. LEARN to come with one on, or if not, help us figure out what to do with you once we’re satisfied and it’s time for you to let loose your load.


8. We really like it when you come. It’s called a money shot for a reason. Watching semen shoot out of you is one of the most gratifying things EVER. However, do not assume that she wants you to jack it off onto her face. She might, but don’t assume. Seeing and/or feeling you come is rewarding for us, so there’s no need to deprive us of it, but please do consult us before unleashing. “I think I’m going to come – how do you like it?” is a fair question that shouldn’t rob you of your testicles.
In recent memory, I’ve been fucked by a very aggressive, manly guy, and I’ve been… well, fucked is the wrong term here. I’ve been penetrated by a total and utter wuss. Who am I going to run back to when I’m ready for my fill? Manly McHardon, that’s who.
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*New point of clarification – some people have brought up some really great issues in response to this post, so let me say this: I don’t mean to imply that all women like to be treated like whores. I do mean to say that most women I know have told me that they like sex rougher than most men give it to them. Rough does NOT equal chains and bondage. And this applies to the bedroom only, and does not mean that she wants you to choose her dinner for her, or treat her like less of a person.
**Some women have said that they don’t like it rough and what the hell am I thinking? Well, girls, you’re in the minority. HOWEVER, all women need to remember that, in addition to be straight forward about your sexual desires, you need to be straight forward about your sexual limits. Don’t be afraid to ask for more, but when something feels wrong, say so. Don’t ever do something you don’t want to do in silence and then blame the guy. Silence is dangerous.

No means no.

"Nicky" I want you to fuck me. I want you to push me onto your bed and grab my hair. I want you to tell me that after you're done, I'm never going to want to fuck anyone else buy you. Take some rope and tie my hands so I can't move. I want to moan as you blindfold me and tell me that if I play right, I'll get a nice treat at the end.


<= That was in the open letter to Nicky. He never got it and I doubt that he ever will. Last week, I tried my damnedest to be as neutral as possible and to not say anything sexual. I succeeded until I learned that he had a play toy and realized that was the breaking of the end.No sex, no talking about sex, no flirting with the sex line. He got a new play toy and that changed him. Why would someone want custard when they had their fill of ice cream?

That would be fun. . .

It's been happening to me again, a spark of lust. Not as much as before but it's there, struggling to break free. Here's some more things that have passed through my head.

   I'm in panties and a cami. I distinctly remember that in this daydream, my panties are lacy black boyshorts. My cami is a dark blue and I'm wrestling with this faceless guy. I'm laughing as he pins my arms above my head, my legs wrapping around his waist. It's all a joke until he pushes himself too near me. I realize that his shorts are dangerously close to my panties and my panties grow wet in anticipation. His breath grows labored as I squirm underneath him. My eyes lock onto his adam's apple, before seizing my opportunity to change positions. I squat over his chest as he tries to rotate his body, hoping to catch me off guard but I'm prepared. His eyes drift to my panties as his hands being to pinch my ass. He stops for moment as I being to chuckle. The silence grows as I look at him and he looks everywhere but at my face.

"What?" I ask hesitantly
"Your nose." he replies with disgust as I leap off his chest. I turn my back to him as my hands instantly move to cover my nose from I search for tissue. Something hits me and I sprawl to the floor, his legs wrapping around my hips and his hands encircle my chest. I try to get away but I only succeed in
"Never trust a person whose trying to win a game." He whispers in my ear as I jerk in his embrace. I'm going to lose, I think to myself when it hits me.  I'll pinch his inner thigh until he lets me loose!
   I take my right hand and slowly drift it down to the small of my back before nestling on my ass. I continue struggling as my fingers catch fabric instead of skin. All movement stops as I feel something hard pressing against my palm. He inhales deeply as my palm and ass start to slowly rub into his groin. His fingers begin to move in circles around my nipple as he murmurs softly in my ear, "Why are you such a bad girl?"

His free hand advances from my waist to my lacy, wet center. Delicately, ever so lightly, gliding his fingers over the fabric as I shudder at the shockwaves it sends my body. Whimpering, he nuzzles my ear before slapping my ass and throwing me off his lap. Whining, I lay my face onto the carpet and breathe in deeply. The beige carpet muffles the sound of him crawling towards me. The air hits my vagina before I feel his moist, tongue on my lips. Crying out loud, I beg him to stop teasing me. He huffs in mock anger, before I feel his tongue disappear and be replaced by something warm and human. His cock slowly enters me as I pant in anticipation. His fingernails grip my hips as he tries to settle himself, before slowly moving in and out.

Short post about threesomes

I've recently been thinking about sex more and more as time goes on. I know why that is. I have polycystic Ovarian Syndrome which can be explained here. For me personally, I've noticed that I get a hell lot more hornier a week before my period. I'll masturbate like there's no tomorrow and it's like two or three times a day. (Which sucks because I have carpal tunnel in both of my hands. Ugh!)

What got me thinking today was about a couple of videos that I saw on slutload and this photo. I have yet to see this on any threesome video on the net but it's got to happen some time.

Open letter

A few weeks ago, I was talking to a friend of mine and we were joking. Then it changed to weird and now we're avoiding each other. I feel bad but at the same time, it needed to happen. I have to remember who I am as a person and where we both are in terms of life. I'm more towards being as wild as possible where they aren't. :-/

Friends come and go but such is life.


I just now need to decide whether or not to delete them from my facebook friends.


Oh and the open letter that I wrote to them? The one that I was going to read to them? I'm burning that fucker as soon as I get home.

While I was in Australia

:-)

This is one photos that I took. I'd add more but. . . yeah.

Here's another one that I started doing as I was bored and had nothing else to do.

Your bed, my dream

         It's a rainy Sunday, and we're lying in bed. I'm wearing nothing but my bra and I'm having an intense sexual dream. In it, your mustache is slowly tickling my neck while your fingers work their way into my panties. Soft kisses turn into passionate ones as your tongue explores my mouth. Your fingers have hooked themselves around my underwear as you pull me free. The cool air hits my vagina before feeling the warmth of your tongue as you lap me up. My hands pull you more into me as my thighs start to twitch and in my dream, I murmur, "Fuck me baby. Fuck me now."
         You gently grab my hands and undo your face from my pussy as I whimper. I instantly feel something poking my pussy lips. Something is rubbing itself along my cunt, marinating in my juices. I sigh once I feel the slight stab of you impaling yourself on me, before moving at a turtle pace. I grip your back as I try to get you as close to me as possible. Your chest squeezes my breast as you slide in and out. I moan and bite my lip before realizing that this dream feels too real. I open my eyes to see my face buried into your neck as you work up the pace. I can't help myself as my hand falls from your back to rub my clit. You move up as you watch me trying to move up and down your shaft while rubbing my clit into oblivion. Holding my legs above your neck, you pound my pussy as I scream in delight, begging you to fuck me until there's nothing left.

Daydream

In my daydream, we're sitting across the table from some friends. Groaning inwardly, I move my arm from my lap and rest it on your lap. You don't notice as your in deep conversation about sports. Biting my lip, I rub the inside of your thigh as you stop in mid sentence, your eyes growing into slits. You cough before apologizing for forgetting your point. The three of us look at you concerned, or rather they do, while I continue to caress your now growing erection. You sputter once again before beginning again as my hand slips silently into your pants.

I love boxers for the reason that I have room to play with you and no one's the wiser. I stroke your cock as your thighs jerk involuntarily before your hand moves between us. Still talking, you snake your hand up my skirt before finding my panties, as you ever so lightly, trace the wetness of my panties. I clench my legs together, trapping your hand in my warm flesh, begging you to read my mind. To excuse yourself to the bathroom, so you can take me in the bathroom. But it never comes.

Instead, your cell phone rings causing me to unclench and you to answer it. Both of us, very horny and very upset at being interrupted.

Last fuck

It's heartbreaking when it's the last fuck.
You know there's nothing left and yet, you still try to mend it. Like scooping water out of a sinking boat with a cup.
Your fingers invade my wet pussy as you roughly fuck me with them.
I try to stifle my groans as you watch me with a sneer.
You'd love to see my tears. They'd taste so sweet on your tongue as you'd win control over my body.
Your mistake comes when you lean over to kiss me on the lips. My lips crush you as I throw myself into your lap. You're unprepared as you fingers leave my body to pull me closer to the bulge in your jeans. My dress hikes up as you dry hump me. I moan as your tongue invades my mouth and I hate that. I back away before coming close again, to bite you on the bottom lip. You cringe and in your knee jerk reaction, my hair is pulled back.
I yelp as your teeth sink into my left breast, before feeling your fingers unzip your pants and little you comes out. I reach for the condom on the table and you grab my hand. It's odd that this is the first and last time that we'll ever have sex and you won't put it on. You notice my hesitation before you grind yourself into my wet panties. I relent as your hands grope between us, circling me once more before feeling the pain as you jab your cock into me. I inhale sharply as you begin to a rhythm that alternates between soft and rough. As I cry out in pain and pleasure, grab my hips as you rise up and lower me to the ground.

You know how much I hate missionary but that doesn't stop you as you increase your speed. With each slam, my groans increase as your eyes become slits. I begin to squeeze my kegel muscles in hopes of you coming first, but you smile as your thumb, flicks my clit over and over again. You lean your entire body over me, as you whisper dirty words in my ear. I get wetter and wetter as you continue speaking in soft tones. Kissing my cheek, you bend your head to bite my neck and I lose it. I come as you smile, as if to say, "Checkmate."

A comment then another fantasy

I recently saw this video today and it begged the question, "Why are men so scared of women seeing them masturbate?"



I've always been fascinated by men touching themselves, working their member as they grow closer and closer to the edge. The frantic movement that they make, the fluttering of their eyes, the little quakes that happen to their bodies. All of it is sexy and I don't know why they try to hide it.



What the fu-

My fantasy has to do with the library.
Something about doing it where there's a ton of books sounds great. It's a game that I've planned in my head. I wear my tightest dress, with the fuck me peek a boo heels and it's a windy day. I'm holding my fuck buddy, Nick's hand as we walk into this library. The library has five floors, including the basement. I say to him that I have a big surprise for him but first I have to check out a book that's on the second floor.  I  quickly run up stairs and disappeared into a vacant room.

After ten minutes, Nick texted me with "Wat's taking so long?" At thirty minutes, I'd feel my cell phone vibrate. Chuckling to myself, I answered. "Hello?"
"Where the fuck are you? Did you forget we're supposed to go-"
"Wait," I cut him off. "I didn't forget. I did it on purpose." Smirking, at the possible anger that was radiating through him.
"Why would you do that?" He said through clenched teeth.
"Because I want you to fuck my brains out." I'd rush out before continuing.
 "I've been in the bathroom touching my pussy, while thinking about how I need it now. I've needed this fuck for so long and baby, you should hear how wet I am."
I'd set my leg on the toilet seat, then place the phone near my vagina as the sounds of the fingers fucking myself loudly bounced along the walls. Groaning, I'd stop myself as I'd bring the phone back to my ear.
"You have twenty minutes. Once you find me, we'll fuck. No matter where. Good Luck!" before closing the phone.
Snickering, I run of out the bathroom to find another hiding place.

Five minutes left til the deadline is over and Nick hasn't found me yet. I glance around the deserted library row before lowering the camera part to my underwear. The row itself can fit three people and I use that to my advantage. I straddle the floor as I bring the camera to my skirt and then lift it to reveal my red panties. The sound of the camera's click along with a snicker cause me to look up. A pair of eyes stare at me through the open slots of the library shelves and I freak out silently. The eyes light up before disappearing to the left of the row. I stick my face near where the eyes were as I hear a grumble.
 " I found you." Nick mocks me as he comes around the corner. I start to turn before he commands me to stand exactly as he found me.
I grew wet with anticipation as he leans over me, lightly breathing in my ear. Nibbling on my neck, Nick grabbed my breast before stopping to turn to me.

"Come on. We're going to be late." Tapping me on the back, he turned around and left.