I found on EroGarden (one of my faves) an amusing story about using jealousy to seduce one's man. I read it and its education on using subtle cues (not lies though, that was key) to get a man's imagination going and make him jealous.
Some of the ideas (if you don't want to pop over and read it) included changing up the usual program for Friday night and saying you can't go out that night because you just want to stay in and read a great book that you are so into (I thought this could maybe fall into the white lie category--and you better be a fairly decent reader I figure for this particular example), or whathaveyou. You play a bit on insecurities, make him think about his appreciation for you and how much he cares for you and really wants to spend time with you--no matter if its another dull Friday night or not.
Also: not checking your messages in front of him anymore (I didn't quite get that one), not talking about your day--waiting until he asks about it, getting a guy to make eye contact with you--but not letting your man see you making the eye contact so it just looks like the guy is staring at you, having a friend mention that some guy was asking about you.
I was able to think, "Ah, what a brilliant idea! Yes, yes, I can see why that would work."
And then I thought about actually doing it to someone and thought...well, hell I wouldn't be able to pull any of those off!
I am not really that subtle. I have never mastered the art of feminine mystique (not feminist mystique, mind you). That isn't to say I don't know how to manage coy or flirty and the varied mystery that goes with those skills. Frankly, having seen many of my female friends who have mastered the ability to play a bit of those games (and that is exactly what those jealous-schemes are, let's not lie), are that they do not tend to have the same taste in men that I have. They attract the type of man who sometimes they don't even like!
Back to the fact that I'm not subtle--I'm a talker. I tend to babble (I know, you're shocked). I babble when I'm nervous, I babble if there is tension, I just tend to talk and talk and talk if I'm uncomfortable in a non-angry way (even more so than when I'm just telling a story). Naughty can attest to the fact that I can talk/write about nothing forever when I am chatting about my day. He is not as much of an emailer as I am, so it probably seems extremely unbalanced. Oddly, he seems to like that I babble, but frankly I would so end up with all of those things mentioned above backfiring on me BIGTIME.
That thing about making eye contact without him NOTICING that you're making eye contact. Definite backfire moment for me. It would be embarrassing, because I would forget when to stop looking--I wouldn't know how long to look to make sure that the guy kept looking at me. I can see it now--and it's not good.
It definitely wouldn't work while Naughty and I are away from each other, anyway, but the waiting until he asks about my day? Maybe I could do it when we are in front of each other, but with the way I can talk about nothing? He'd think something was wrong with me. He'd probably think I lost my voice! :-P
Not checking the messages...well, I still don't quite understand that one. I could see starting to check your message in front of him...but really, I just don't get that one. Plus, I think checking messages (unless you are waiting for a really important one--or on Blackberry messenger just being nice and saying, "Sorry, can't talk right now") when out with other people is incredibly rude. I have been known to do it on occasion, but generally I will only allow myself to do it if all my friends have already started checking their messages and therefore I am having to sit there silently feeling like an idiot. Yeah, that's a curse of Blackberries--and of all my friends having Blackberries (yes, I know we are all spoiled rotten).
The article DOES specify that jealousy-inducing schemes are certainly able to backfire, but I think my problem is that the entire thing does play on insecurities. It exploits them.
Trust me when I say I do NOT need anyone exploiting my insecurities. Getting my imagination going? Disastrous. I can go from zero to one-fifty in about 3.2 seconds flat. I'm the freaking Lamborghini Murcielago of imaginariums.
Yeah, I realize that metaphor isn't really working that well...we're still going to go with it.
Why I would want to put anyone into the same position of letting their imagination take shape of the bad things that could happen is beyond me. Trust is a very fragile thing to me. The idea that one person can trust another so much that (and I literally quote this from someone) they wouldn't question that person "standing naked in a room with a man who is also naked" is absolutely beyond me. Unless you are a nudist or the significant other is clearly being taken advantage of in the room, I think that is an impossible thing to ask. If you got yourself into that situation (without advantage having been taken), then you best not get pissed off if your significant other gets angry about that. Like, realllllyyyyy. *rolls eyes*
I give props to anyone who can actually manage to induce jealousy in their significant other without actually placing tension on the strains of trust...I am not subtle enough or brave enough to risk something like trust for the sake of bringing him closer. I would really rather figure out a different way for that.
Like talking....LOL, yeah I know, guys are not really supposed to be that great at that either. :-) *sigh* I guess I'll just have to figure out a different way.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Love Letters
I had a really lovely Christmas this year. I didn't expect any gifts this year (I requested to get none actually), but I ended up with the most thoughtful gifts ever I think. I got a new camera (which will be nowhere near water ever) and my favorite peppermint hot chocolate from Williams-Sonoma, and a book of short story "Christian" romances. Granted, the Christian part isn't so much me, but I think it will be a wonderful book all the same. They are romances, after all.
One of the things it made me think of was the different ways that people love each other. No, I'm not going all C.S. Lewis and "The Four Loves," but I was thinking about two of my law school friends who just got engaged a week before Christmas. They are both very nice, albeit a bit bland in many ways. They already seem as though they have been married for 50 years. They are both, I think, quite comfortable with each other. I think that is great, but sometimes I sort of think to myself, "Engaged? Where is the love? Where is the passion?"
I grew up with parents who are very affectionate, and an extended family who are fairly affectionate as well. I am quite affectionate with my friends too--I give lots of hugs, I touch them when I talk to them, I am never afraid to sit close. My friends who just got engaged are very different. The guy doesn't put his arms around his new fiancee, they don't kiss ever in public (even just a peck), and I haven't seen them hug in public. They do hold hands on occasion. They always sit next to each other, and are very aware of each other, but it always surprises me how lacking in general affection they are. I guess though, that it has to be a different way of love. It just always surprises me when couples don't seem to have any of that passionate chemistry--no spark really between them. I don't deny that these two are in love, but I was glad they told me when they told me through email because my reaction was, "Oh." (a couple of blinks), "That's really sweet." I am excited for them, because weddings are always fun events and I think they will be happy together, but it definitely makes me realize how different my own ways of showing love are than theirs.
I like a little bit of PDA frankly. Now, I saw people in England who really stop and makeout on the street (tongues down the throat kind of making-out), and on the Underground sitting in each other's laps, making out, with her hand very obviously caressing his cock through his pants (well, I assume it was through his pants). That's definitely too much for me. However, kissing and even a little bit of making out I appreciate (even if someone else is doing it), hand-holding, quite a lot of touching, and hugging--I like that all on a very regular basis. I am just a touchy-feely kind of person I suppose. I get a bit of a panicky feeling when I am not given physical affection on a fairly regular basis. I love hugs from my friends.
I am not so sure that I could stand a relationship that doesn't include quite a lot of touching. Aloofness has really very little place for me from my own loving hero. I don't particularly need someone who on the Underground kisses me excessively, but at the very least I need someone who isn't afraid or uncomfortable placing their arm around my shoulders--even in public.
I have had a really great example in my parents. They are extremely affectionate with one another, even though it is never overly romantic. My mom is not particularly romantic (not in the girly way at least), so she is sort of laughingly affectionate. She jumps on me and my dad and wraps us in hugs that sort of crush the air out of us, or jumps on my dad a bit when she kisses him. I love that they have that affection between them. My mom always sits right up close to my dad, my dad always has his arm around my mom if they are sitting next to each other on a couch, or after dinner when we are sitting around the table and just talking.
They always say that you end up like your parents--I think that is often true, unless you are very conscious of changing those behaviors, because they are your greatest examples in life. I got really great examples in my parents, I admit. I am very lucky.
Now, hopefully Naughty is as affectionate as all that. :-)
Speaking of...he and I are doing very well. He has had poor Internet connection for this last week, but still we have been able to connect together once and have had a number of emails back and forth. He sent me something that he claims is not my Christmas present, but I still adore it as though it was--just a few songs by this pianist named Ludovico Einaudi. Brilliant music. I absolutely adore it, and have been listening to it for the last two days. I love songs on a piano. Probably because that is the only instrument I ever really learned how to play. I love hearing classical music like that though. It would go perfectly into the "Pride & Prejudice" soundtrack from the 2005 version, which is very easily my absolute favorite soundtrack of all times.
I am sick at the moment. Of course I crashed and burned after my finals, getting just a bit of the sniffles on Christmas Eve day, and it has gotten progressively worse. Yuck. Not sure that I won't just be sitting at home on New Year's Eve. Maybe Kaj and Ingrid will be able to drag me out, but we will have to see. I just have slept excessively. Lots of sleep last night. A long nap today and I'm going to bed right now at....oh, 10:33pm. No alarm. Isn't that the whole point of winter break? :-)
I hope all your holidays were wonderful. Happy last days of Hanukkah! Happy Kwanzaa!
I'm due for some new pictures...luckily I have a new camera to use for them. :-)
One of the things it made me think of was the different ways that people love each other. No, I'm not going all C.S. Lewis and "The Four Loves," but I was thinking about two of my law school friends who just got engaged a week before Christmas. They are both very nice, albeit a bit bland in many ways. They already seem as though they have been married for 50 years. They are both, I think, quite comfortable with each other. I think that is great, but sometimes I sort of think to myself, "Engaged? Where is the love? Where is the passion?"
I grew up with parents who are very affectionate, and an extended family who are fairly affectionate as well. I am quite affectionate with my friends too--I give lots of hugs, I touch them when I talk to them, I am never afraid to sit close. My friends who just got engaged are very different. The guy doesn't put his arms around his new fiancee, they don't kiss ever in public (even just a peck), and I haven't seen them hug in public. They do hold hands on occasion. They always sit next to each other, and are very aware of each other, but it always surprises me how lacking in general affection they are. I guess though, that it has to be a different way of love. It just always surprises me when couples don't seem to have any of that passionate chemistry--no spark really between them. I don't deny that these two are in love, but I was glad they told me when they told me through email because my reaction was, "Oh." (a couple of blinks), "That's really sweet." I am excited for them, because weddings are always fun events and I think they will be happy together, but it definitely makes me realize how different my own ways of showing love are than theirs.
I like a little bit of PDA frankly. Now, I saw people in England who really stop and makeout on the street (tongues down the throat kind of making-out), and on the Underground sitting in each other's laps, making out, with her hand very obviously caressing his cock through his pants (well, I assume it was through his pants). That's definitely too much for me. However, kissing and even a little bit of making out I appreciate (even if someone else is doing it), hand-holding, quite a lot of touching, and hugging--I like that all on a very regular basis. I am just a touchy-feely kind of person I suppose. I get a bit of a panicky feeling when I am not given physical affection on a fairly regular basis. I love hugs from my friends.
I am not so sure that I could stand a relationship that doesn't include quite a lot of touching. Aloofness has really very little place for me from my own loving hero. I don't particularly need someone who on the Underground kisses me excessively, but at the very least I need someone who isn't afraid or uncomfortable placing their arm around my shoulders--even in public.
I have had a really great example in my parents. They are extremely affectionate with one another, even though it is never overly romantic. My mom is not particularly romantic (not in the girly way at least), so she is sort of laughingly affectionate. She jumps on me and my dad and wraps us in hugs that sort of crush the air out of us, or jumps on my dad a bit when she kisses him. I love that they have that affection between them. My mom always sits right up close to my dad, my dad always has his arm around my mom if they are sitting next to each other on a couch, or after dinner when we are sitting around the table and just talking.
They always say that you end up like your parents--I think that is often true, unless you are very conscious of changing those behaviors, because they are your greatest examples in life. I got really great examples in my parents, I admit. I am very lucky.
Now, hopefully Naughty is as affectionate as all that. :-)
Speaking of...he and I are doing very well. He has had poor Internet connection for this last week, but still we have been able to connect together once and have had a number of emails back and forth. He sent me something that he claims is not my Christmas present, but I still adore it as though it was--just a few songs by this pianist named Ludovico Einaudi. Brilliant music. I absolutely adore it, and have been listening to it for the last two days. I love songs on a piano. Probably because that is the only instrument I ever really learned how to play. I love hearing classical music like that though. It would go perfectly into the "Pride & Prejudice" soundtrack from the 2005 version, which is very easily my absolute favorite soundtrack of all times.
I am sick at the moment. Of course I crashed and burned after my finals, getting just a bit of the sniffles on Christmas Eve day, and it has gotten progressively worse. Yuck. Not sure that I won't just be sitting at home on New Year's Eve. Maybe Kaj and Ingrid will be able to drag me out, but we will have to see. I just have slept excessively. Lots of sleep last night. A long nap today and I'm going to bed right now at....oh, 10:33pm. No alarm. Isn't that the whole point of winter break? :-)
I hope all your holidays were wonderful. Happy last days of Hanukkah! Happy Kwanzaa!
I'm due for some new pictures...luckily I have a new camera to use for them. :-)
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sex Blogging
So, I got a comment on the previous post (that is no longer there--partially due to this, partially not) that my subject matter was completely inappropriate for a SEXblog. I have to agree with the ANONYMOUS poster (hate that, I should change that!) that for a sex blog it probably isn't very sexy...except that I did actually SAY that this was a very unsexy post. I do tend to have a few of those, and I think can be forgiven for having them anyway. I wasn't sure is the commenter was entirely serious in the first place, because there was an LOL in the middle of it all. Then I thought maybe they had meant that the name of the entry, "I Gave Birth on Friday," was offensive to sex blogs...which is, completely, incorrect in my opinion...but no, I really do think they thought talking about a non-sexy day-in-the-life was not sex-bloggish enough.
The weird thing for me is that I'm not entirely sure I've ever thought of myself (truly) as a "sex blogger." I mean, I look at a lot of sex blogs. I write about sex a whole heck of a lot (well, okay, mostly I write about sex). I just don't think I'd ever really thought about the fact that people would come to this blog and expect sex out of it. Or some sexy topic, or what have you. Maybe I wasn't quite thinking about how much I really do write about sex, or maybe it has just become as regular in my mind as how much I think about school so I don't notice the difference. That would be kinda weird...and funny...actually. That would be like thinking about sex as much as guys are supposedly supposed to (isn't is every 7 seconds or something?), which I really have no doubt it fairly true in my case.
Maybe I should have recognized that I am a sex blogger. I did talk to someone randomly about prostitutes in Prague (don't even ask), and told them they should be careful so they don't end up like that movie "Eurotrip" where the guy goes to Club VanDerSex (not, as far as I am aware, a real club in Amsterdam) and gets tied up against his will and poked with a cattleprod in his nuts. I think this is pretty much good advice for anywhere you are going in the world looking for prostitutes--find out if they have a speciality you are uncomfortable with prior to going to a brothel. The guy looked at me and said, "I am a little disturbed that that just came out of your mouth, Rae." Clearly, he knows nothing about me since the other guy in the room DOES know about my blogging and didn't even blink an eye.
Well...I suppose I should just make the all-encompassing statement right now then...
I'm not always going to blog about sex. Sometimes, like when I'm in the middle or end of really hellish finals and Naughty is unable to log on (which would automatically have me thinking about sex no matter if I feel dead to the world or not), I am just not going to blog about sex. This isn't strictly a sex blog. I believe the initial premise of this blog was for BOTH my sexual and literary awakening (i.e., my writing). Technically, that last entry would have covered the latter.
I'm not perfect...or, ya'know, so sex-crazed that the only thing I ever think about is sex (although, really, it is Top 3), so it is just going to happen that I blog about the mundane. The everyday. And my world outside of my sexy fantasies. I'll try and remember to tell you it isn't a sexy post in the beginning, but really...sometimes there is only so much a girl can think about!
The weird thing for me is that I'm not entirely sure I've ever thought of myself (truly) as a "sex blogger." I mean, I look at a lot of sex blogs. I write about sex a whole heck of a lot (well, okay, mostly I write about sex). I just don't think I'd ever really thought about the fact that people would come to this blog and expect sex out of it. Or some sexy topic, or what have you. Maybe I wasn't quite thinking about how much I really do write about sex, or maybe it has just become as regular in my mind as how much I think about school so I don't notice the difference. That would be kinda weird...and funny...actually. That would be like thinking about sex as much as guys are supposedly supposed to (isn't is every 7 seconds or something?), which I really have no doubt it fairly true in my case.
Maybe I should have recognized that I am a sex blogger. I did talk to someone randomly about prostitutes in Prague (don't even ask), and told them they should be careful so they don't end up like that movie "Eurotrip" where the guy goes to Club VanDerSex (not, as far as I am aware, a real club in Amsterdam) and gets tied up against his will and poked with a cattleprod in his nuts. I think this is pretty much good advice for anywhere you are going in the world looking for prostitutes--find out if they have a speciality you are uncomfortable with prior to going to a brothel. The guy looked at me and said, "I am a little disturbed that that just came out of your mouth, Rae." Clearly, he knows nothing about me since the other guy in the room DOES know about my blogging and didn't even blink an eye.
Well...I suppose I should just make the all-encompassing statement right now then...
I'm not always going to blog about sex. Sometimes, like when I'm in the middle or end of really hellish finals and Naughty is unable to log on (which would automatically have me thinking about sex no matter if I feel dead to the world or not), I am just not going to blog about sex. This isn't strictly a sex blog. I believe the initial premise of this blog was for BOTH my sexual and literary awakening (i.e., my writing). Technically, that last entry would have covered the latter.
I'm not perfect...or, ya'know, so sex-crazed that the only thing I ever think about is sex (although, really, it is Top 3), so it is just going to happen that I blog about the mundane. The everyday. And my world outside of my sexy fantasies. I'll try and remember to tell you it isn't a sexy post in the beginning, but really...sometimes there is only so much a girl can think about!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
An Amazing Example of Snobbery
Now, I do generally consider myself to be a snob in some respects. Mostly, however, I am a snob about what I have personally--not regarding other people. I like high thread count sheets and I like having an SUV with my leather, sunroof, 6-disc player, and heated seats (my dad is in cars, I've been lucky in that regard), but those are really my main snobbery things. So, I like nice things and in the long term I would like to continue having nice things. Even if I do find myself being a snob usually I recognize it and check myself. I hve no reason to be a snob about other people. I'm sure as hell not perfect, so why I expect someone else to be is beyond me. And if I don't notice I'm being snobby? My mom usually will and calls me out on it.
However, my friend Ingrid has a snobby side like I have never seen. Ever. And trust me, I have some cousins who are serious snobs and have been so since about the age of two. This case however, with Ingrid, is really grating on me because she doesn't seem able to budge on it at all. I'm trying to be voice of reason and at least point out the other side, but she is just adamant that it is not okay.
Keep in mind, I might be being a snob about her too, but I don't know. I am not understanding how she can't get over her issue.
The scenario is this: she has been dating a guy who is in a profession that is certainly not prestigious. It isn't a bad job. He has a college degree. He makes more money than his parents ever have in their combined income. And he loves his job. He really loves what he does. Ingrid's problem is that he doesn't make very much money (especially compared to what we could be making once we're done with law school), that he doesn't have a degree from the next level of education (a Master's or MBA or whathaveyou), and that he seemingly does not have the "right" ambition to really make his job into something prestigious. In short, and she literally said this, she doesn't respect his job.
Can we spell d-o-o-m?
She comes from a family with a lot of doctors and people who make a lot of money. She worries what they will say if she were to ever introduce him to her family. Needless to say she believes it would be highly embarrassing...for her. This has been an ongoing thing since she started dating him about four months ago. From Day 1 she has been uncomfortable with the idea of dating a guy with his job (and granted, there are one or two valid reasons she has for not wanting to date a guy with his job that have nothing to do with money or prestige). It has just become exponentially worse in the last weeks. Every single thing about his job has begun to bother her. They have a weird relationship anyway, of him being the guy who is super nice and super kind and super romantic who is willing to let her control the relationship as much as she needs to and to set the terms to make her happy. She then sets the terms and tries to continually set them higher and higher to see how far she can push him (honestly, I'm pretty sure she doesn't even know she's doing that, but she is). Really, she wants him to break up with her so that she doesn't have it hanging over her head that she is the one who can't get over something like how much money he makes.
I told her the other night that it is great to want a guy who wants the world, but frankly the guys who want the world are not the guys like the one she is dating. That guy wants her. She would always come first for him, and the other guy who she has really thought about wanting to date is one of the ambitious guys. And he isn't one that she can manipulate and push around. Maybe deep down she doesn't really want the guy she can push around. My mom thinks that is what it is, but she has also dated that type of guy and hated it too.
Who knows? The girl is driving me nuts. I'm quite positive she broke up with the guy last night since they were fighting like cats and dogs (he finally got to his breaking point with her--frankly, he lasted longer than I would have) about this latest scenario and I almost rooted for him when he told her that she gets pissed at him no matter if he was lying or not (he lied about something that, at least, I would consider minor from his past and she had a total fit).
The girl is an amazing friend to me, but holy crap. I would warn away any guy I know from her I think.
Can I just offer a word of advice from someone who hasn't had much experience in the way of relationships (PS-Naughty is doing delightfully, but with him just returning from his work trip and me in the middle of finals we are having trouble getting together at the same time...lots of emailing, *sigh* I adore him though), but has had a whole hell of a lot of time observing other people's relationships?
Well, you're getting it anyway...and it is simple: treat other people how you want to be treated. Simple and fairly easy once you get the hang of it. And frankly, it puts everyone on equal ground. Don't want to be judged for your past? Don't judge anyone else for their past. Want to be treated romantically? Bring some of your own romance into it and don't just expect it to be one-sided.
I know, it's the Golden Rule and all that, but really whoever thought of it was pretty genius because it really is a good rule. And I have found that in most situations, it works really well. If it doesn't, usually those people aren't worth being around anyway.
However, my friend Ingrid has a snobby side like I have never seen. Ever. And trust me, I have some cousins who are serious snobs and have been so since about the age of two. This case however, with Ingrid, is really grating on me because she doesn't seem able to budge on it at all. I'm trying to be voice of reason and at least point out the other side, but she is just adamant that it is not okay.
Keep in mind, I might be being a snob about her too, but I don't know. I am not understanding how she can't get over her issue.
The scenario is this: she has been dating a guy who is in a profession that is certainly not prestigious. It isn't a bad job. He has a college degree. He makes more money than his parents ever have in their combined income. And he loves his job. He really loves what he does. Ingrid's problem is that he doesn't make very much money (especially compared to what we could be making once we're done with law school), that he doesn't have a degree from the next level of education (a Master's or MBA or whathaveyou), and that he seemingly does not have the "right" ambition to really make his job into something prestigious. In short, and she literally said this, she doesn't respect his job.
Can we spell d-o-o-m?
She comes from a family with a lot of doctors and people who make a lot of money. She worries what they will say if she were to ever introduce him to her family. Needless to say she believes it would be highly embarrassing...for her. This has been an ongoing thing since she started dating him about four months ago. From Day 1 she has been uncomfortable with the idea of dating a guy with his job (and granted, there are one or two valid reasons she has for not wanting to date a guy with his job that have nothing to do with money or prestige). It has just become exponentially worse in the last weeks. Every single thing about his job has begun to bother her. They have a weird relationship anyway, of him being the guy who is super nice and super kind and super romantic who is willing to let her control the relationship as much as she needs to and to set the terms to make her happy. She then sets the terms and tries to continually set them higher and higher to see how far she can push him (honestly, I'm pretty sure she doesn't even know she's doing that, but she is). Really, she wants him to break up with her so that she doesn't have it hanging over her head that she is the one who can't get over something like how much money he makes.
I told her the other night that it is great to want a guy who wants the world, but frankly the guys who want the world are not the guys like the one she is dating. That guy wants her. She would always come first for him, and the other guy who she has really thought about wanting to date is one of the ambitious guys. And he isn't one that she can manipulate and push around. Maybe deep down she doesn't really want the guy she can push around. My mom thinks that is what it is, but she has also dated that type of guy and hated it too.
Who knows? The girl is driving me nuts. I'm quite positive she broke up with the guy last night since they were fighting like cats and dogs (he finally got to his breaking point with her--frankly, he lasted longer than I would have) about this latest scenario and I almost rooted for him when he told her that she gets pissed at him no matter if he was lying or not (he lied about something that, at least, I would consider minor from his past and she had a total fit).
The girl is an amazing friend to me, but holy crap. I would warn away any guy I know from her I think.
Can I just offer a word of advice from someone who hasn't had much experience in the way of relationships (PS-Naughty is doing delightfully, but with him just returning from his work trip and me in the middle of finals we are having trouble getting together at the same time...lots of emailing, *sigh* I adore him though), but has had a whole hell of a lot of time observing other people's relationships?
Well, you're getting it anyway...and it is simple: treat other people how you want to be treated. Simple and fairly easy once you get the hang of it. And frankly, it puts everyone on equal ground. Don't want to be judged for your past? Don't judge anyone else for their past. Want to be treated romantically? Bring some of your own romance into it and don't just expect it to be one-sided.
I know, it's the Golden Rule and all that, but really whoever thought of it was pretty genius because it really is a good rule. And I have found that in most situations, it works really well. If it doesn't, usually those people aren't worth being around anyway.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
I woke up this morning, cumming...
This is a new experience for me. I've never actually cum in my dreams (at least not that I remember--so I guess there is a possibility). I will often wake up just before cumming and will seriously need to play with myself in order to relieve the pressure and frustration of not having cum.
But this morning I definitely came. Let's call it a Christmas miracle, shall we? :-) It seems December is my month for new sexual experiences. Last December I learned how to squirt, this December I can cum in my dreams. Lovely.
I have to admit, that the most surprising aspect of the dream is that it didn't involve Naughty (sorry baby, you know I love you, but apparently my subconscious was playing without you--naughty, naughty subconscious...you wanna spank it later?). No, I wasn't playing with Naughty...or any other man.
Welcome to your fantasy boys (and some girls), it was TWO GIRLS getting me off!!!!
There was a bit of a futuristic bent involved, as I had to walk over to a wall that had some sort of Star Trek style menu set into the wall that you simply pushed and whatever type of sex toy you wanted would come out. Amazing. Totally amazing. I should write stories on that contraption. First I got an amazingly large (for me) dildo for my ass. It was dark purple and sort of ribbed. The two women (I believe one was redheaded or brunette, and one was blonde if that matters to anyone) were both naked, and kneeling behind me. I was turned onto my side, my ass and wet pussy in their faces.
They lubed up the purple dildo (actually, it vibrated too...but that comes later) and worked it into my ass. In and out. In and out. It was a little tough going at first. My teeth biting hard into my lip as my tight little bud expanded around the large dildo, but very soon I was moaning in enjoyment. They didn't let me get far with that however, before they slapped me on the ass and removed the dildo completely, then made me get up and get another dildo. I specifically remember it was one of those that is supposed to feel like the real thing--Cyberskin I think it's called. This one was flesh colored and looked identical to a real, hard cock. It certainly wasn't any larger than the purple one, or even as large as my largest one. I would get it was 5 to 5 1/2 inches in length and certainly a nice girth. Something that would be comfortable to me on its own....
Then again, it wasn't on its own was it? The two women were whispering to each other. The blonde woman was teaching the darker haired woman how double-penetration could happen. And teaching her the best way to make it pleasurable for the woman. Maybe she was to go and teach her man about it, who knows, but I was the guinea pig.
The women pushed me down again into laying on my side, and then pushed my top leg up and out of the way having it held up by something else so that I was completely open. They started again with the purple dildo in my ass, slowly working it in and out again until I was moaning, then they started with the other dildo. The slathered it in lube to make it all easier for me, and began to alternate, very, very, very slowly pushing in the flesh-colored dildo while they continued to fuck my ass with the purple dildo. At first the flesh colored dildo would slip and slide from either too much lube combined with too much of my own juices, or just because I was sort of stuffed full in the back already, but the blonde told the brunette to make sure and use firm pressure while making sure that she wasn't hurting me. Finally, on one pass while the purple dildo was coming back out the brunette and blonde both grabbed onto each of the dildos, with the heads of them practically kissing and pushed both into my body. The purple dildo stuffing my ass and the flesh dildo fucking my aching pussy.
God, it felt amazing. The women each took one of the dildos and started playing, alternating the dildos like pistons moving in my body, only separated by the thin sking between my ass and pussy. Then they were moving them together, both pushed in to the hilt and then pulled back out, until my pussy and ass were both clenching around the dildos while I needed to cum. I was panting and moaning, needing release. Finally, the blonde said she wanted to have some real fun with me and turned the vibrator on for the flesh colored dildo in my pussy. I was humping those dildos by that point, my hips moving in rhythm, needing to cum so badly that I was practically crying with the need.
They turned the purple dildo's vibrator on as well, and it had me pumping harder against the invasion and leaking and squirting juices all over. I think I was even peeing a little at the end, but I know I was squriting out juices all over the place. And I was begging. Begging like a good girl, just praying for some relief.
It came finally when they just turned the purple dildo off and used it to fuck me hard while the flesh-dildo vibrated in my pussy and they fucked me shallowly with it. I came, squirting and crying out, just driven mad with my cum and fucked so well by these two women behind me.
I woke up almost immediately as soon as I had cum. I am quite positive that I didn't cry out in real life, but who knows. The cumming itself certainly wasn't my best, but hell! I came in my sleep and to a seriously erotic dream. I think I liked that better than the idea of a threesome itself, or the idea of a woman licking my pussy. Just that bit of being used in that way where I am not really sure about it at first, but ending up liking it in the end.
God, just amazing. I think I need to go shower and cum again. Although, maybe this time it should be Naughty behind me doing bad things to my pussy and ass. ;-)
But this morning I definitely came. Let's call it a Christmas miracle, shall we? :-) It seems December is my month for new sexual experiences. Last December I learned how to squirt, this December I can cum in my dreams. Lovely.
I have to admit, that the most surprising aspect of the dream is that it didn't involve Naughty (sorry baby, you know I love you, but apparently my subconscious was playing without you--naughty, naughty subconscious...you wanna spank it later?). No, I wasn't playing with Naughty...or any other man.
Welcome to your fantasy boys (and some girls), it was TWO GIRLS getting me off!!!!
There was a bit of a futuristic bent involved, as I had to walk over to a wall that had some sort of Star Trek style menu set into the wall that you simply pushed and whatever type of sex toy you wanted would come out. Amazing. Totally amazing. I should write stories on that contraption. First I got an amazingly large (for me) dildo for my ass. It was dark purple and sort of ribbed. The two women (I believe one was redheaded or brunette, and one was blonde if that matters to anyone) were both naked, and kneeling behind me. I was turned onto my side, my ass and wet pussy in their faces.
They lubed up the purple dildo (actually, it vibrated too...but that comes later) and worked it into my ass. In and out. In and out. It was a little tough going at first. My teeth biting hard into my lip as my tight little bud expanded around the large dildo, but very soon I was moaning in enjoyment. They didn't let me get far with that however, before they slapped me on the ass and removed the dildo completely, then made me get up and get another dildo. I specifically remember it was one of those that is supposed to feel like the real thing--Cyberskin I think it's called. This one was flesh colored and looked identical to a real, hard cock. It certainly wasn't any larger than the purple one, or even as large as my largest one. I would get it was 5 to 5 1/2 inches in length and certainly a nice girth. Something that would be comfortable to me on its own....
Then again, it wasn't on its own was it? The two women were whispering to each other. The blonde woman was teaching the darker haired woman how double-penetration could happen. And teaching her the best way to make it pleasurable for the woman. Maybe she was to go and teach her man about it, who knows, but I was the guinea pig.
The women pushed me down again into laying on my side, and then pushed my top leg up and out of the way having it held up by something else so that I was completely open. They started again with the purple dildo in my ass, slowly working it in and out again until I was moaning, then they started with the other dildo. The slathered it in lube to make it all easier for me, and began to alternate, very, very, very slowly pushing in the flesh-colored dildo while they continued to fuck my ass with the purple dildo. At first the flesh colored dildo would slip and slide from either too much lube combined with too much of my own juices, or just because I was sort of stuffed full in the back already, but the blonde told the brunette to make sure and use firm pressure while making sure that she wasn't hurting me. Finally, on one pass while the purple dildo was coming back out the brunette and blonde both grabbed onto each of the dildos, with the heads of them practically kissing and pushed both into my body. The purple dildo stuffing my ass and the flesh dildo fucking my aching pussy.
God, it felt amazing. The women each took one of the dildos and started playing, alternating the dildos like pistons moving in my body, only separated by the thin sking between my ass and pussy. Then they were moving them together, both pushed in to the hilt and then pulled back out, until my pussy and ass were both clenching around the dildos while I needed to cum. I was panting and moaning, needing release. Finally, the blonde said she wanted to have some real fun with me and turned the vibrator on for the flesh colored dildo in my pussy. I was humping those dildos by that point, my hips moving in rhythm, needing to cum so badly that I was practically crying with the need.
They turned the purple dildo's vibrator on as well, and it had me pumping harder against the invasion and leaking and squirting juices all over. I think I was even peeing a little at the end, but I know I was squriting out juices all over the place. And I was begging. Begging like a good girl, just praying for some relief.
It came finally when they just turned the purple dildo off and used it to fuck me hard while the flesh-dildo vibrated in my pussy and they fucked me shallowly with it. I came, squirting and crying out, just driven mad with my cum and fucked so well by these two women behind me.
I woke up almost immediately as soon as I had cum. I am quite positive that I didn't cry out in real life, but who knows. The cumming itself certainly wasn't my best, but hell! I came in my sleep and to a seriously erotic dream. I think I liked that better than the idea of a threesome itself, or the idea of a woman licking my pussy. Just that bit of being used in that way where I am not really sure about it at first, but ending up liking it in the end.
God, just amazing. I think I need to go shower and cum again. Although, maybe this time it should be Naughty behind me doing bad things to my pussy and ass. ;-)
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Christmas-fied HNT -- certainly the first of many
I know I always promise to do better with HNT, but alas, I never seem to! So, you do get one today, but I cannot guarantee you'll get one next week. I'll try my best! I really will! But finals start on Monday, which means that even moreso than usual I will be a little crazy.
Also, you get a glimpse of our first snow here in Minnesota, right out our backdoor. And look! The birds have been hopping about! The snow is long gone, even though we have sort of frosted a couple times since, but nothing has really stuck more than a day or two so far. I just love the look of the trees and things with a first snow.
Now, what is up with the HNT you ask? Well, as an homage to Coy Pink, and in honor of my love, Naughty, who adores the pictures that Coy has on her site of her in cute knee high stockings, I decided to do one like that as well. I was in my favorite shop on Earth (or at least top 3), Target, and saw those adorable candy cane striped and faux fur topped socks for $3.99 and just HAD to have them! Showing the rest of the half-nakedness was a bit distracting from the socks, so I didn't show anymore, but rest assured and am definitely half-naked otherwise. :-)
This year, I am feeling the Christmas spirit like no other. It is more and more delightful everyday. I don't want anything except maybe for some help from my parents in going abroad either during Spring Break or right after classes end next semester--although I am trying to raise as much of the money by myself as I can from work. I don't need anything (I never really do, my parents provide for me while I'm in school still--very thankfully), or really want anything either at the moment.
Naughty is still out of his own town for work, and we haven't had a chance to chat in DAYS (more than a week actually), but he is back very soon. I am ecstatic to have him return to see how everything was and all the fun things he did and how work went too...ok, I also would love some playtime with him, because it is never as good by myself as it is with him.
Yes, I miss him terribly, but I am for some reason just at peace with the world lately. Ready for my finals to be over, and to be with family (unfortunately, not my brother or nephew--but it's ok, he has good reason for not being able to come) for Christmas and then to start my last semester of law school....okay, not excited for after my last semester when I take the Bar Exam, but I'm just in a happy place right now. And I'll be even happier as soon as Naughty gets home!
Enjoy and happy HNT!
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