I wish

I like it fast, I like it slow. Sometimes I want to be held down. Blindfolded with cloth and bondage tape. Teasing  my lips with your tongue. Turning me over, pressing your face into my folds. My hands are tied and I can't pull you forward. All I can do is wriggle my hips, hoping for some leverage as your tongue works its magic on my clit.

Fun times ahead

I am challenging myself to see how long I can go.

My objective is to see how long I can go without sex. No racy texts, no dirty facebook messages, no dry humping, making out, no attempts at vaginal, oral or anal sex. And absolutely, NO masturbation.

Here are the rules:

• Since he's already hidden from me on the newsfeed and blocked on foxfire, I'm deleting his number from my cell phone.
• I'm deleting all 10 GB of porn off the hard drive.
• Instead of staying up looking at porn, I'll go to bed.
• If I have to masturbate, I can only masturbate for thirty minutes every seven days.
• If I get the urge, I'll look at something gross or imagine the most fucked up images that I've seen and blocked from my head.

This entire thing starts . . .right. . NOW

Never got around to it

This shit is getting real old. 

To make a long story short, some stuff went down and I wasn't able to see Jared. I sent him a text about not meeting and haven't gotten a response. A few weeks ago, he was frank about sex and now? Nothing. Same thing happened with Nicky and that's when he mentioned that he had sex with another woman.


Ah. It makes sense now.

He loves pussy

Jared, a guy from my childhood got in contact with me a few weeks ago. I had been thinking of him when he contacted me on facebook. The whole reason for this post is that I have been kind of thinking of him sexually. I didn't mean to but I have. He mentioned that he thought I was sexy and would do things to me. Here's what's exciting. Wait for it.

He likes


eating


pussy.

I've only mentioned eating my pussy to one person, (Max) and that never happened. He mentioned diseases and taking tests and then having precaution against that. I remember when I was wet as we were fucking and I brought my fingers to his mouth and he jerked away as he mentioned how it wasn't safe. I had taken the tests but oh no, nothing from his court. He didn't like me giving oral sex (which I gave with a  condom) because it was demeaning to women. Jesus fucking Christ!

But to know there's a guy out there that wants to suck on my lips. To fuck me with his tongue and get off on eating me. My God. I am really wet and scared.
Mainly scared because I've tasted myself before. I've licked my fingers and tasted salt and I liked it. But who knows what he likes.

Annoyed

I've been looking at things while some what masturbating. Or rather, I'd start to but then would fall asleep. That's how bad it's been for me.

I caught myself thinking of what I'd tell the  future guy that I'm dating. We'd probably have a fight where I'd tell him that I want more. He'd stare at me with his kissable, lips and sexy eyes. "What is it that you want from me?" I'd look down for a moment, before lightly coughing. In my mind, I'd say the following .
   "I like it when you rub your cock against my pussy lips. The way you gently massage my lips, before sliding into my drenched pussy. I love it when you sigh as you try to not come right away. I want you to tell me how I make you feel. I love it when you're grunting because I'm so wet and tight. How tight was my pussy last night?"
My question  would catch him off guard. But I'm too much of a chicken to ask a question like that. Especially while sober. The only thing I'd manage to say is, "I don't know."

What I like

It's weird how I never really paid attention to my "type". My type is seems is fucked up. I like people. I love a woman whose curvy around the waist and has long hair. She's wearing either fuck me heels or boots to make herself taller. She's a girlie femme in make up and perfume and lipstick. I like studs (black version of butch) who have short hair and could pass for male, except that her breasts have a way of sticking out. She wears do rags and baggy pants and has a way to make me cream my pants like that.

Now, my type of men is much, much different. For some reason, I have a particular thing that I look for. The guy is taller than me, brown hair that's either super long or short. He's a lanky white boy who has something about him. He's odd or fucked up in some way that interests me. He talks to almost everyone and he's great at making jokes. I like him because I think about what it would be like to have sex with him. How I'd ride his small body into oblivion. He wears glasses either for reading or wears them all the time. He has a large adam's apple and has a tattoo on his arm. Or several. He looks younger or IS younger than me by at few days, months or even four years.

Are they asleep

Here are some more fantasies that have traveled through my head.

Are they asleep?

    I was invited to camp out with my friends and Nick, my very sexual fuck buddy. I decided to go as it would bring me closer to nature and personally, I've never been fucked in the wilderness. Four mosquito bites, a tick on my left ear and Nick having to leave mid-dry hump so he wouldn't get caught, I regretted my decision. But I knew that something would happen if I waited. Little did I know that it would happen the last day. I was sitting on my bed when Nicky walked by the open door.
     Looking to his left and right, he slipped into the room with a smirk. I rolled my eyes as he sauntered towards me. His tan arms wrapped around me as his lips found my neck and face. I moaned as his jeans met the wet spot between my legs. We both shuddered as hands pulled at the sheets. Laughing silently, we crawled beneath the bed sheets, then kissed passionately as he lifted my shirt and kissed my breast. I gasped as he fingers unhooked my bra and his tongue found my nipple. My hands grazed his bulge before unbuckling his belt.

"Turn over" He whispered. "I want to do it from the back."
I flipped over, as he brought his body close to mine. He stroked his cock near my lips and I inhaled as his slowly entered me.
"Mmm..." I murmured before hearing my roommates enter the room.  Marie. Oh God, it would be Marie. Couldn't have been Kelli, but Marie, whose bed is right of mine.

"Oh God, not you two cuddling. I swear to God. Everyone is either cuddling or fucking." she remarked as she walked to her bed, merely inches from ours.
"What's wrong with cuddling?" Nicky asked as he slowly pulled my hips down. I could feel the smirk as Marie answered unaware of what we were doing.
"I personally don't like it." she remarked, before turning her back to us to search in her backpack. I suddenly felt Nicky's middle and index fingers as they played lightly on my clit. He bit my ear as his fingers began to play with my wet, dripping pussy. Nicky froze, as Marie turned towards us. She moved towards the  door, before stopping to turn to us.

"Well, I'll leave you two . . cuddling." Nicky buried his head into the nape of my as she walked out the door.

Why don't you?

Before I begin, I decided to add a whose who on here. Mainly because I haven't written everything down on here.

First is Max. I liked him a lot, I lost my virginity to him and we are. . .I don't know.We're talking and today, I remembered all the good things and bad things that I did to him. The last time we talked, we both said things and I was  . . . horrid to the cancer boy. :-/

Then there's Ryan who I met in Australia. We aren't talking at the moment because he pissed me off over something stupid.

Finally, there's Nicky. Tall, lanky, brown haired Nicky with tats and glasses. I don't know why a man with glasses, a smirk and tats makes me drool. It's because as a woman who is overweight, I can ride the skinny guy. I'm the only big person in the bed and I can let go.

As a Scorpio, I tend to drop friendships and I wish that I didn't. I wish that I was strong and nice and kind and beautiful and a great person.

I've been wanting to be free for a while when really, I don't want to. Doesn't make sense? I've faked what I've wanted to please others. I have no idea what it is that I really want. I'd love to be in a relationship with someone and have it mean a damn. To have them kiss my lips and wake up in the morning with them.

My vagina & Nicky

I'm a Scorpio and a damn proud one, first and foremost. The thing that I've been thinking about mostly, is people that I'm attracted to. I wrote about it at the beginning and I feel like I should better describe what it is that I like.

I've been wanting to be fucked while tied up. I have bondage tape and my mind has been racing on things. I've always wondered what I've felt like with men. When I was messing around with ___, he lying on top of me, his arms resting as he was swaying in and out. I remember looking up at him and asking him how I felt. I'll never forget the answer he gave me. He looked at me with clouded eyes and strangled out "Tight. Wet." and I felt sexy at that. I was a virgin and he was my first and I felt sexy because of how my vagina made him feel. It was tight and wet and he could come because of it. I'd practice my kegels whenever I'd get on top, because he'd groan and beg me to stop or else he'd come.


I don't know what happened with Nicky but we've hit a wall. He's no longer interested in my sex talk and I can't really seem to want to talk about it. The last few times that I've been talking to him have been me engaging conversation with him and he's afraid of me. I shouldn't have said that I wanted to rape him and I shouldn't have sent him that photo of me with my bra. (However, had I known that the photo had a link to my pussy and tits photos then I wouldn't have sent him the damn thing in the first place!)

I have yet to see his goods although with how everything is going, I don't want to. I'm sad to say that I'm over wanting to fuck him or liking him like that. He's now on my never speaking to again list.

fucking

sex

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.