T and I only managed to find about 45 minutes to meet yesterday. You'd think it would be easier to make time to meet, but sometimes it just doesn't work out that way.
I was hoping to connect with him around noon after a meeting and spend the afternoon together. Unfortunately, the time he had available after he finished up a job in the morning evaporated when he learned he had another job to get to in the afternoon.
Sure I was disappointed, but I wanted to see him anyway, so we decided to meet for a few minutes. I drove into a parking lot shared by a Carl's Jr and a grocery store in the town next to mine. It didn't take long to find his car where he was sitting and reading the paper, shaded by a big tree.
I pulled up next to him and parked. We both got out of our vehicles and walked to greet each other.
He smiled and said, "A van, huh?"
I was a little confused. All I was thinking about was kissing him, but he was one step ahead of me. I had driven the family van that day, instead of my teeny tiny Civic because I had to pick up a colleague at the airport earlier in the day.
"Yes," I answered. "I have the van today." Then I took his face in my hands and kissed him. Yes, right there out in the open in front of all the shoppers and lunch-goers. T slid his arms around me and kissed me again, deeper and more passionately.
After about 30 second of kissing, we decided to get in the van. We sat in the front seat first and got back to kissing. In between kisses, we chatted a bit and I caught myself staring at him and smiling. He had a couple of days worth of stubble (which I love!) and his hair was a bit mussed. He was a man who had been working, and from my perspective, there aren't many things hotter than that. Sure, I like a man in uniform or a tux, but I'll take one who looked exactly like T did yesterday afternoon over the others any day.
And it doesn't hurt that my heart melts when he smiles a me, something that still catches me off-guard after all this time.
After a couple of minutes, T suggested that we move to the back seat. We each got out and opened the sliding door on our respective sides. Then we put down the middle row of seats and climbed into the back. I noticed a man in a white truck parked in the row behind us. He was watching. I blushed a little because I knew what we were doing would be pretty obvious to anyone who was watching. I pointed him out to T who dismissed it by noting that the windows were tinted so he shouldn't be able to see.
The side windows are definitely tinted and didn't worry me at all, but the back window - not so much. Actually, I couldn't remember how much the back window was tinted and I couldn't tell from the inside. We sat down on the back seat and I looked back. There was White Truck, staring at me.
I started to get even more nervous, but then T wrapped his arms around me and started to kiss me and I didn't give a damn about White Truck anymore.
We made out like kids for a while, in the middle of the day in the back of Hubby's van. Did I mention that? The van is the vehicle that Hubby drives every day, but yesterday it was our hotel room.
I was lost in his kisses when I felt him reaching into my pants and sliding his hand down between my legs. He rubbed my clit slowly while I rocked my hips and moaned into his mouth. I came quickly the first time. He slid a couple of fingers inside me and I bucked against his hand as I let the orgasm play out.
As is T's style, he didn't stop once I had come, but he kept going, changing things up a little but grabbing some of the remaining energy from my first orgasm to start the journey to orgasm #2. I don't even try to resist anymore. I know he's going to make me keep coming until he's ready to stop. My job is to go with it, so I did. The second one was much more intense. As I started to let go, I put my head back and T kissed and sucked on my neck. I screamed and opened my eyes briefly, just enough to see White Truck staring right at us. It seemed like he could see, but maybe not. I didn't really care.
After orgasm #2 I was whimpering and wiggling a little, trying to escape some of the intensity I was feeling as T's fingers continued to work their magic. In no time at all, though, as usual, I was coming again, this time looking directly into his eyes. He smiled, and my heart melted right along with the rest of me.
I know he can keep that going for a long, long time because I've experienced that with him before, but were short on time so he stopped after he'd given me three. I snuggled against him purring, and he kissed me deeply. It felt like nap time to me.
But there was more to do. I asked him if I could have a taste. He agreed, but he looked around nervously as he unfastened his pants, talking about the tinted windows again. I glanced back and saw White Truck, as focused as ever.
T scooted over to the end of the seat and I knelt/squatted/sat between the second and third row of seats so I could easily access his gift for me. There was no time to play and tease, so I got down to business. I took him into my mouth slowly, sucking off some precum and increasing the speed and tightness over the next minute or so. I felt his hand on my shoulder and he pulled on my hair a little bit, but not much. He came soon, but it didn't seem very intense. I figured he was just uncomfortable being in public like that.
We talked and kissed a little while more. Then I asked, "Can I have some more?" I looked down at his cock and then back at his face.
What's a guy supposed to say in that situation? T said, "Sure," giving me access again, Then he added, "I know you know how to raise the dead." And I did.
I knew he was more into it the second time because he grabbed my hair tightly and pumped my head up and down exactly as he wanted. I could hear him breathing harder and moaning, and then he pushed and held me down on him and groaned wildly when he came.
As his cum was spurting into my mouth, I thought, That's my T. :-) If I could have smiled at that moment, I would have, but I couldn't do anything except swallow and wait. It was delightful.
I sat next to him again and we kissed for a few minutes more before realizing that he really had to go. We stayed longer than we had planned as it was.
As we climbed out of the van I saw White Truck still in the same place and he was still watching. Great, I thought sarcastically. An audience that won't leave.
We put the van back in the condition it was in before we played. We double and triple checked to be sure that T had everything he came with, like his keys and his sunglasses. Nothing could be left behind because Hubby would be driving that vehicle within an hour and he notices things.
Before he got back into his car, T gave me a hug and another nice, deep kiss. He got into the car and I saw White Truck get out of his car. I scurried to get into the van, and then I noticed that he was just getting something from the back of the truck before getting back in the driver's seat and driving away. Apparently, there was nothing left for him to see.
As I headed home, I drove with the windows down for a few minutes to make sure the van smelled as fresh as it did when I left the house in the morning.
Showing posts with label pwk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pwk. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Writing in the Real World
As most of you know, I write for a living. I used to do only one type of writing - the most stressful, tedious, boring kind that you can imagine (also the most lucrative), but I've branched out in recent years and now I'll write just about anything I can get someone to pay me for.
What a sell out. I know, right?
The only excuse I have is that I have to support my family. That's a pretty good excuse, now that I think about it.
But trust me. If I could earn a living doing nothing but writing for you guys, I would do it. This is one of the few places where I can be myself, end a sentence with a preposition (without giving a shit), and use the Oxford comma (or not), as the mood strikes me. This is the place where I can be completely honest and know that it's ok. There is no other place like PWK in my life, and no other people I respect and enjoy as much as you.
Recently, I joined a few online writing groups to see if I can make a connection with other writers in the "real world." It has been an interesting experiment. I shared a few sexual-themed poems with my poetry group and waited for feedback.
Crickets. That's all I heard. They were shocked. When the comments finally started coming, they were about the sexual content, not the structure or craft of the poem. I was a bit disappointed. I ended up revising one of them myself and submitting it to an online literary journal for publication, fully expecting it would be rejected as smut, but no! It was selected for publication and my real name will appear in the byline.
Hubby isn't too happy. "Do you have to say, 'As he entered me...'? Can't you make it less graphic?"
"Are you kidding?" I answered. "That's not graphic at all. Graphic would be something like 'I gasped and arched my back as I felt all 8 inches of his hard, hot, throbbing cock slide into my wet cunt.' But that's not very poetic, is it?"
"Oh," he said sheepishly. "I guess it's ok like it is."
Yeah, I thought so.
That is exactly what's so difficult about taking erotic writing into the mainstream. People still think of it as dirty.
I'm working on a smutty romance novel right now that has some beautiful lovemaking/sex scenes in it. In my mind, they are anything but dirty. They are beautiful, lyrical, almost poetic in the blend of love and sex that they describe. Ok, poetic may be going a bit too far, but you know what I mean, right? My non-PWK reviewers, though, see dirty smut.
One wrote, "For the oral sex scene, can't you say hardness instead of 'cock'? 'Cock' seems so crass."
"No," I answered. "A woman doesn't want to put a man's hardness in her mouth. She wants to put a hard cock in her mouth. It's a subtle, but important, distinction."
And I didn't even have to put the word cock in quotation marks, like the rest of the sentence needs to be protected from its filthiness. If you can't handle the word cock, maybe you shouldn't be reviewing my writing. I'm just sayin'. I happen to love cocks. They are nothing to be ashamed of.
(See? I ended another sentence with a proposition. Ooooo, I feel so naughty!)
In fact, I think I'll write a poem using as many words for cock as I can. I think the bucket needs more stirring.
What a sell out. I know, right?
The only excuse I have is that I have to support my family. That's a pretty good excuse, now that I think about it.
But trust me. If I could earn a living doing nothing but writing for you guys, I would do it. This is one of the few places where I can be myself, end a sentence with a preposition (without giving a shit), and use the Oxford comma (or not), as the mood strikes me. This is the place where I can be completely honest and know that it's ok. There is no other place like PWK in my life, and no other people I respect and enjoy as much as you.
Recently, I joined a few online writing groups to see if I can make a connection with other writers in the "real world." It has been an interesting experiment. I shared a few sexual-themed poems with my poetry group and waited for feedback.
Crickets. That's all I heard. They were shocked. When the comments finally started coming, they were about the sexual content, not the structure or craft of the poem. I was a bit disappointed. I ended up revising one of them myself and submitting it to an online literary journal for publication, fully expecting it would be rejected as smut, but no! It was selected for publication and my real name will appear in the byline.
Hubby isn't too happy. "Do you have to say, 'As he entered me...'? Can't you make it less graphic?"
"Are you kidding?" I answered. "That's not graphic at all. Graphic would be something like 'I gasped and arched my back as I felt all 8 inches of his hard, hot, throbbing cock slide into my wet cunt.' But that's not very poetic, is it?"
"Oh," he said sheepishly. "I guess it's ok like it is."
Yeah, I thought so.
That is exactly what's so difficult about taking erotic writing into the mainstream. People still think of it as dirty.
I'm working on a smutty romance novel right now that has some beautiful lovemaking/sex scenes in it. In my mind, they are anything but dirty. They are beautiful, lyrical, almost poetic in the blend of love and sex that they describe. Ok, poetic may be going a bit too far, but you know what I mean, right? My non-PWK reviewers, though, see dirty smut.
One wrote, "For the oral sex scene, can't you say hardness instead of 'cock'? 'Cock' seems so crass."
"No," I answered. "A woman doesn't want to put a man's hardness in her mouth. She wants to put a hard cock in her mouth. It's a subtle, but important, distinction."
And I didn't even have to put the word cock in quotation marks, like the rest of the sentence needs to be protected from its filthiness. If you can't handle the word cock, maybe you shouldn't be reviewing my writing. I'm just sayin'. I happen to love cocks. They are nothing to be ashamed of.
(See? I ended another sentence with a proposition. Ooooo, I feel so naughty!)
In fact, I think I'll write a poem using as many words for cock as I can. I think the bucket needs more stirring.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
C-O-C-K
I was writing yesterday's post (The Surprises in Room 139 - Part 3 of 3) when I noticed that my son was reading over my shoulder.
Ack!
I quickly minimized the screen and turned to look at him.
"What's up?" I asked.
He looked down for a minute and then looked at me and pointed at my screen. "I saw the word C-O-C-K. What are you writing?"
On the inside, I was screaming, "fuck, fuck, fuck...." but before I could come up with a reasonable response, he said, "Have you been writing fan fiction? I heard that lots of moms are doing that these days."
I started laughing. "No, TommyKat. I'm not writing fan fiction. That would be silly, wouldn't it?"
"I didn't think you would do that," he said, giggling.
"I was just writing a barnyard fable. I think you saw the part where I was writing about the rooster." Then I tickled him and said, "Cock-a-doodle-do!"
He laughed. "Oh, I get it. Can I read it when you're done?"
"Of course you can! Now let me get back to work, ok? We'll play later."
And he happily skipped away to play a video game.
I took a deep breath.
Barnyard fable? How did I come up with that? It was the only thing I could think of that would include a respectable use of the word c-o-c-k. Fortunately, all he knows about my work is that I do all kinds of writing for all kinds of people.
Relieved that I'd dodged a bullet, I finished writing the post. Then I opened a new blank document and started writing "Trouble on the Farm: A Barnyard Fable." The protagonist is a very proud and handsome cock who picks on the hens. If he's not careful, the farmer's wife may eat him.
Ack!
I quickly minimized the screen and turned to look at him.
"What's up?" I asked.
He looked down for a minute and then looked at me and pointed at my screen. "I saw the word C-O-C-K. What are you writing?"
On the inside, I was screaming, "fuck, fuck, fuck...." but before I could come up with a reasonable response, he said, "Have you been writing fan fiction? I heard that lots of moms are doing that these days."
I started laughing. "No, TommyKat. I'm not writing fan fiction. That would be silly, wouldn't it?"
"I didn't think you would do that," he said, giggling.
"I was just writing a barnyard fable. I think you saw the part where I was writing about the rooster." Then I tickled him and said, "Cock-a-doodle-do!"
He laughed. "Oh, I get it. Can I read it when you're done?"
"Of course you can! Now let me get back to work, ok? We'll play later."
And he happily skipped away to play a video game.
I took a deep breath.
Barnyard fable? How did I come up with that? It was the only thing I could think of that would include a respectable use of the word c-o-c-k. Fortunately, all he knows about my work is that I do all kinds of writing for all kinds of people.
Relieved that I'd dodged a bullet, I finished writing the post. Then I opened a new blank document and started writing "Trouble on the Farm: A Barnyard Fable." The protagonist is a very proud and handsome cock who picks on the hens. If he's not careful, the farmer's wife may eat him.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 3 of 3)
If you haven't yet read the first two parts of this encounter, here they are:
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 1 of 3)
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 2 of 3)
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 1 of 3)
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 2 of 3)
**********************************
One of the frustrating things about only having a couple of hours together is that you want to do much more than you can do in that amount of time. Ultimately, you just have to let go of plans and expectations and go with the flow. That's what I decided to do at this point.
I had checked the time and it was time to go. In fact, it was about 5 minutes before my "must go now" time. But we were both having such a nice time and I was in the mood and he was hard again, so......
I scooted down and started licking his cock. I was thinking. He came just a little while ago. Could he come again so soon? How long would that take? I started to wonder if he'd want to go for it again, but then I realized I was taking a rock hard cock into my mouth. That's usually a sign that he wants to go for it. I think that's the universal male sign for, "Go for it!" So I did.
I got comfortable, prepared to spend some time. Rushing wouldn't work. The only way this would happen is if I focused on the journey, rather than the destination. I took him into my mouth and suckled him slowly, playfully. Then after a moment or two, I sucked the head into my throat and swallowed, massaging him with my soft palate and flicking my tongue on the base. Every time he moaned, I stopped what I was doing and changed it up, trying different things, exploring, playing.
About ten minutes into it, I felt a twinge in my pussy, then another. I sucked him harder, almost as an automatic response to what I was feeling. Now I wasn't playing anymore. Whenever my pussy twitched I'd press into whatever I was doing with renewed focus and passion. If I had taken him in deep, I'd dive down further. If I was on an upstroke, I'd just suckle the head for a bit.
I knew he was done with my eclectic approach when I felt him grab my head and hold it down while he thrusted upward from below. I pressed my legs together and started grinding, wanting to cum, but trying to stay focused on him. I wasn't very successful until I heard him groan loudly and push my head down, holding me firmly while he came.
I held my breath, then came up swallowing. After, I kissed his cock gently, as I always do. I was about to crawl back up to kiss him when I thought. Wait. What's good for the goose is good for gander. He never stops when I come. He always keeps going. I wonder what would happen if...... Besides, horny is an understatement for what I was feeling at the moment.
I didn't care what time it was.
I looked up at him and took his cock into my mouth again. He smiled and chuckled a little. He didn't get completely soft after he came, and it didn't take long at all before he was as hard as he was before. Every now and then he'd say something, but to be honest, I don't know what he said. His voice had a magical effect on me, though. My pussy wasn't just twitching anymore; it was on fire.
I was conflicted again. I really needed a good hard fucking, but I was committed to seeing if I could get a 3rd orgasm out of him, and I was finding it pretty pleasurable. I could wait. For a little while, anyway.
I refocused on his cock and started with the exactly what I had been doing when he came a moment ago. He moaned loudly. I relaxed and kept going, sliding my hands up his hips and around his lower back, then down to his backside, pulling him up a little on each downstroke so I could get him even deeper.
My mind wandered at times. Why does this guy turn me on like he does? Why does my body respond to him so easily? Why do I like being with him so much? Why does his voice make me feel both calm and excited at the same time?
Every now and then he'd do something that would pull my attention back to him completely - a moan, a word or two, his grip on my hair pulling my head up forcing me to pull against him to get back to his cock. And whenever my attention came back, not only did I go after his cock more hungrily, but I realized how close I was to coming.
It seemed like a long time later, but eventually he groaned loudly again and held my head down. I felt his cock pulsate in my mouth, but very little ejaculate came out. When he released me a moment later, he said, "Damn, you drained me." That made me smile, So, that's really possible, I thought.
My pussy was quivering wildly. Not. Quite. There. Ugh!
I lapped up a few drops of cum and crawled back up to kiss him. I wanted to suggest that we do something more to take the edge off my slutty and needy pussy, but I realized that it had to be late. I checked the time and I was right. I had to go. I was already late. Fuck.
As I was driving home, I still wanted him. Later that night, I still wanted him. Finally, I found some release in the shower, but it didn't relieve my desire for him at all. And we had no date for another meeting.
I hoped it would be soon.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Top 10 posts for the Week of Aug. 10-16, 2014
Hi Everyone! I hope you're having a great weekend. In case you missed anything, here are the 10 posts read the most this past week, in order from the most page views to the least.
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 1 of 3)
Beefing Up the Blog Roll
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 2 of 3)
The Unexpected Downside of Infidelity
Make Your Life Spectacular
10 Tips for Being a Good Fuck Buddy
Checking In
International Day of the Female Orgasm
10 Surefire Ways to Ruin Your Affair
The Great Dane and the Pomeranian
And just so you know, I updated some pages this week, too. Sex, Sex, Only Sex now has more posts so it's current (I think), and Advice for Prowlers and Kat's Musings have also been updated.
Enjoy!
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 1 of 3)
Beefing Up the Blog Roll
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 2 of 3)
The Unexpected Downside of Infidelity
Make Your Life Spectacular
10 Tips for Being a Good Fuck Buddy
Checking In
International Day of the Female Orgasm
10 Surefire Ways to Ruin Your Affair
The Great Dane and the Pomeranian
And just so you know, I updated some pages this week, too. Sex, Sex, Only Sex now has more posts so it's current (I think), and Advice for Prowlers and Kat's Musings have also been updated.
Enjoy!
Thursday, August 14, 2014
The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 2 of 3)
This is the continuation of The Surprises in Room 139 (Part 1 of 3). You can start here or go back to read part 1 first, as you choose.
*************************
As T was moving between my legs, I tilted my head back and tried to relax. I spread my legs, but was reminded immediately by a shot of pain from my groin injury that I needed to be careful and move slowly. I opened my knees as he slipped his arm under and around my right thigh. I grabbed his hand and held on tightly when I felt the first flick of his tongue on my clit.
I reached between my legs with my other hand and separated my pussy lips for him, giving him more room, and then I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the sensations.
Every now and then I'd catch myself thinking, "Wait. How is he doing that? Is that his tongue? His lips?" and I'd have to pull myself back to the moment or he would do it for me by changing things up a little bit.
In less than two minutes, my body had taken over and I couldn't think about anything. I felt him slide a finger (or two) inside me and I started to shake. I moaned "No!" in protest, but not a no as in "Stop!" but a no as in, "I don't want to come so fast! I want to feel it build for longer." He ignored me and I came hard.
Yes, I know that's hard for you guys. No should mean "No, stop!" right? And it does, usually. Fortunately, T knows me well enough to know that it didn't mean I wanted him to stop. I remember once several months ago when he made come so many times that I was truly in need of a break. My protests did no good so I ended up sitting up and grabbing his hair and pulling him off me. Haha! He can read my body's more subtle signals now, which is very helpful.
With most of the men I've known, an orgasm kind of stops everything for awhile, and then it's time to fuck or play with him or just chat for a bit, but not with T. With him, coming means we're just getting started, and he increases the intensity to the next level.
I squealed a bit as he started sucking on my clit again because it was so, so sensitive. I took a deep breath to try to get over that sensation of a hundred electric needle pricks on my clit, and as I did, I lifted my shoulders a bit so I could look down at him. He was busy at work so I couldn't see much of his face, but I could see his strong shoulders, and his left arm that flexed as he held me tightly in place while my body tried to wiggle away. I could see his mussed black hair that I love to play with, and I could see his lower back and hips that were also moving slightly as he pressed forward, finger fucking me with his right hand. That image of him was so incredibly hot that, coupled with the actions of his hand and mouth, I was about to come again.
I screamed and started shuddering, and he held onto me tighter and did whatever he was doing faster and harder. Unlike the orgasms before this one, this one came on slowly and kept building and building as it spread throughout my body. It didn't start subsiding after 30 seconds and I didn't want to lose it. I wanted to ride it as long as I could. Of course, I didn't need to say anything because he had no intention of stopping.
I lost my sense of time, so I'm not sure how long it was, but it felt like that one kept reverberating through me for five or more minutes and, just as I started to come down, the next one hit. It came hard and suddenly, like an unexpected car collision, and I felt the air being sucked from my lungs as I sat halfway up and screamed. I squeezed his hand harder to steady myself. That one ended as quickly as it came. Within 10 seconds, I had collapsed back on the pillow again. I gasped for some air, trying to recover, but there was no recovery period. T was still going, trying something new and pulling me right back to where he wanted me again. And again.
I'd love to be able to give you detail about exactly what he does to make me so crazy, but I have no idea, really. I know it feels damn good. That's what I know. Maybe we'll get him to write a guest post to share some of his technique, or maybe he'll want to keep it a secret. We'll see.
After all that, I curled up with him and rested my head on his shoulder....and I wanted to nap. That's the truth, but I wasn't about to waste a moment of our time with sleep. We chatted a bit, about everything and nothing. And we kissed. A lot. It was almost time to go, but I don't think either of us wanted to stop.
Then I felt it. I reached down to be sure. He was hard again. We both smiled, ready for more.
To be continued.....
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Beefing Up the Blog Roll
Hey, Everybody. I need to add some good sex and infidelity blogs to my blog roll. Will you make some recommendations for me? I *love* the ones I have, but as I have taken off blogs that have gone dark, my list has dwindled, and I just don't have the time to go exploring on my own. I'm quite busy with, well, other things. ;-)
I don't have many guidelines or preferences. While I enjoy some bondage myself, I'm not particularly into the daily journals of full time submissives or sex slaves. I prefer following people who have real lives, like the rest of us.
And obviously, if a blog is staunchly anti-infidelity, it will never show up here, so please don't even bother to share it with me.
If you're not on my blog roll and you want to recommend your own blog, please do!
Help! I need more smut!
I don't have many guidelines or preferences. While I enjoy some bondage myself, I'm not particularly into the daily journals of full time submissives or sex slaves. I prefer following people who have real lives, like the rest of us.
And obviously, if a blog is staunchly anti-infidelity, it will never show up here, so please don't even bother to share it with me.
If you're not on my blog roll and you want to recommend your own blog, please do!
Help! I need more smut!
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Checking In....
Hi, Prowlers. I thought I'd check in and report on my state of mind, sex life, etc. Let's start with the most important thing - sex.Sex with Hubby has been non-existent lately. We're going through a little rough patch, which explains some of it. Then there's the fact that I'm up late working into the wee hours of the morning, hours after he has gone to bed. As many of you know, it's hard to have spontaneous sex if you're rarely in the same bed together. I know this phase will pass. It always does, but I wish I could solve the challenge of keeping the passion alive after 25+ years. If I could, I'd use the information myself first, and then I'd write a book and sell it to all of you. And because I'm so sweet, I'd just give it to those of you who have become my close friends.
Please don't send me your tips for keeping the passion alive. We all know it can be done for various periods of time, but eventually the boredom and routine set in and you have to revitalize it all over again. I think it's really good that we, as a society, don't tell newlyweds what they're in for or a lot fewer people would want to get married.
As far as gay marriage goes, all I'll say is that I want to ask my gay friends, "Seriously? You really want this?" I know I'm just being jaded because I've been cut off from Hubby (who has a very nice big cock, by the way, which I miss). I think gay couples have just as much a right to long term marital misery as the rest of us.
Luckily, the cold bed at home is not my only opportunity for sex. I saw Tall Guy earlier this week. He's sweet. He's wonderful. But we had to be pretty careful because I'm still recovering from my groin injury (see The Great Dane and the Pomeranian). The interesting thing about sex when you're recovering from an injury is that you tend to be much more careful than you really need to be because of the fear of re-injury. That's true, except for the end. There comes that point where I've kind of slipped into the pleasure zone and I'm not paying attention and then OH SHIT! THAT HURTS! Yeah. That's a real mood killer, isn't it? On top of that, I got two foot cramps (I know, I know. Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate.) so I spent a good part of my time with Tall Guy being a crybaby. Sexy, huh? Still, just being with him is pretty wonderful.
And then there's T. It looks like I may have a chance to see him later in the week. As I've shared with you before, he really is like crack for me. I can't stay away. We've got that chemistry thing going on and my body just responds (wet pussy, hard nipples) whenever I see a text from him or hear his voice. I've been around enough to know that that kind of uncontrolled, visceral response to another person is not very common. In fact, it's rare. In short, if I do see him, I'll expect a re-injury, which will keep Hubby and my doctor wondering why I never recover from an injury that most people recover from in a couple of weeks.
Speaking of that, I've told various stories about what happened. I told my doctor that it happened during sex. She assumed Hubby and I just smiled sheepishly. That was easy. I told Hubby I had absolutely no idea how it happened. He asked what seemed like a million questions trying to "help" me pinpoint the cause, but I just played dumb. I felt like one of those country girls who fucks every guy within 10 miles, but then doesn't know how she got pregnant. I told my physical therapist - a hot, gorgeous young guy - that I did it while playing on the floor with my son. I have no idea why I came up with that explanation, but I did. At one point, cute PT Guy asked, "Are you sure you'd be comfortable with me? Or would you rather work with a female therapist?" You all know what I said, right? I said I was perfectly comfortable him, and then I took off my pants and showed him where it hurt by taking his hand and placing it exactly on the right spot. The poor guy had a hand in my crotch and he looked like a deer in the headlights. It's really unfortunate that the young ones don't know how to handle situations like that. I'll say this - most of the full grown men I've known would have had no problem with it. Anyway, I don't think PT Guy is going to take me into a private exam room again. Cougar - 1. Kitten - Afraid.
On the non-sex front, I want to send a special thank you to SNS Guy and my friend K for the excellent advice they gave me this week on a big decision I had to make. Something I didn't expect when I began this PWK journey is that I would make some very close friends who would come to mean the world to me and who would play important roles in my daily life. I am a fortunate woman, indeed.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
From Pathetic Beta Husband to Prowler
This a a guest post from a reader who follows my rules better than I do. He has some great information to share. This is one post you'll be very glad you read. Don't forget to share your thoughts in the comments.
Hey Prowlers. A week or so ago Kat and I exchanged emails after I sent her my prowling story to date and she asked that I write part of it down for all of you. She found it both interesting and potentially instructive, especially for new prowlers just getting started.
My tale begins in a familiar place for many reading this Blog, I had a less (much less) than satisfying sex life with a wonderful wife in every other respect. Like most of you, I have no intention of ever leaving her and my children, but I was literally going insane with the quantity and quality of sex and intimacy I was getting. To foretell the end of this story a bit, I was incredibly successful in finding what I wanted after stumbling out of the gate a bit.
I am 51 years old; married for over 25 years with three kids all grown up. About 3 years ago my sex drive shot through the roof and it was causing serious issues with my marriage. I went to school on how to make things better and did what I had to do over the next few years. I alpha’d up, got in incredible physical shape, dressed better, made more money, romanced my wife…all to no avail, she’s just not that interested in sex anymore. Once a week she is into it but no more than that, which meant I felt like crap most of the week. So I decided to see what other alternatives were out there.
In late April I was on a self-help website and I stumbled across both AM and Kat’s Blog, they were listed as the mortal enemies of marriage, complete with URLs…how helpful! Of course, I had to check them out. I gave the AM website a quick read and looked through Kats rules for various types of affairs and jumped right in. I put up a profile on AM on a Monday, bought some credits and started messaging ladies. For those of you new to the site, messages you send out on Monday usually bear fruit late in the week, be patient. After several replies at the end of the first week I decided to meet a few ladies and rapidly discovered that my profile needed some tweaking.
The first lady I met wanted to recruit me for her S&M club. Now I am not into that and if you are, great, but I think we can all agree that the new prowler ought to start out with something a little less involved/intense. In addition, she was easily 50 pounds heavier than her profile and the grainy head shot photo she was willing to send should have been ample warning. So lesson #1: lying about your physical attributes on AM is going to blow up in your face. People will notice if you are shorter or heavier than you advertise…nobody wants perfection but you should accurately represent yourself. The lady in question had keyed off on a line in my profile that was intended to make me sound more edgy than I really am. By the way, and not bragging (maybe a little), but every single lady I have met was willing to screw me on the second meet up, if not right then (an offer I have tried twice).
The next lady I met was right on profile for height and weight, all good, but she was unbelievably paranoid. We were talking in a parking lot in a very public place and she kept ducking behind her car and then back into it. We chatted for a few minutes, she said she was interested in getting together for sex in a few days and then jumped in her car and darted off. Within 30 minutes of this meeting a flood of her nudes began arriving in my email in box along with some seriously fun dirty talk. We went from getting to know one another to her ready to show me the things she did to herself when her hubby wasn’t around. My crazy alarm went off and reminded me of a rule Kat gives us…#2: if it doesn’t feel right, it isn’t, run away, especially if the person is very paranoid.
Lady number 3 turns out to be single, in her profile she claimed to be married (lying) and was looking for a serious relationship. Not sure AM is the place to look for that sort of thing. She was ready to head to her house and the bedroom right then, she said as much. So here is another rule from Kat #3: only prowl with people that have as much to lose as you do…avoids unnecessary complications. I said no thank you.
Lady number 4 wanted a one night stand right then…I said what the hell. Had 30 minutes of fun then she bolted, I was left unsatisfied. I already had that feeling at home, that is not what I wanted. Rule #4: you have to offer more than the other person is getting already at home, otherwise why would they take the risk?
I took a tactical pause at this point and tried to figure out how one month worth of effort had produced so little. I went back to school on Kat’s web site and really read it again, particularly some of the advice on profiles and how to behave like a decent human being. My profile was clearly not attracting attention in the right demographic and although I had been nice maybe I had been a bit too direct in some of my communications. One thing I had been doing right was being confident and aggressive in meeting people, I would continue that.
First I tackled the profile, I unchecked all those stupid little boxes and spelled out in clear English what I was looking for and what I wasn’t but I did it in a way that was softer…I did want some romance and intimacy and a relationship...not a gang bang or a quickie in a car. I then developed a standard first contact note that I would personalize with information from the recipient’s profile. It was mostly general information about me and what I liked and didn’t like…things like movies, favorite authors, education level, hobbies etc. Brings us to Rule #5: Don’t be a pig/jerk. Talking about how you like to get a blow job (who doesn’t) or asking her what kind of slut she is will not net very good responses, if any at all. Everyone knows that sex is the primary motivator, being crass about it will put you in a poor demographic.
My standard note also included my contact email off site and a request to move our correspondence there. This was to create more of a sense of intimacy (I told them that) and to eliminate the robo-profiles on AM, they would never agree to move to offsite emails.
Finally I had some good pictures posted to my private showcase and would share them with ladies who responded, or email them the pictures. These were close in head shots, the ladies really want to see your eyes, it’s really important. Also included a full body shot, clothed, so they could see I was what my profile said, in shape. Do not send a picture of your dick, they are ugly anyway, and a topless shot of a guy with a beer gut is not going to get the ladies wet either. Refer to #5 (don’t be a dick) above.
With my new profile and approach I started up again on a Monday and by Friday I had an overwhelming response. Lots of ladies corresponding and wanting to meet. Now I could be selective and I met with several ladies and settled on two. One is a fuck buddy straight through, very practical professional lady who wants to get together once every two weeks for an afternoon and get seriously fucked. We joke around by text between meetings but there is zero expectation with respect to how often and how much info to exchange. We know the bare minimum about each other and that is how we both like it. When we are together we talk and have loads of fun but it’s a quick kiss out the door and I will see you again soon.
The second lady is now my mistress and our relationship is much more involved. Again, we mutually agreed to this. We correspond/talk daily and she knows everything about me and vice versa. We are very intimate, just what I was missing at home, and our sex has been incredible. After years of my wife wanting me to hurry up and get it over with, it’s nice to know I can still go at it multiple times for hours. She knows about lady number one and about my wife and our sex life (we still have the weekly session) and is good with it. She is having decent sex with her husband, good for her. What we have is filling a big void in my life and I believe the same for her.
As result of all this effort I now find myself in a good spot. I have three ladies in my life who between them provide the quantity, quality and variety of sex I need to feel balanced. I use Kat’s advice for fuck buddies and mistresses and it is solid and spot on. I even re-read the posts to ensure I do not get complacent, so far my girls are happy and so am I.
Some info that doesn’t fit in the timeline above…I have interviewed all of the ladies I have met to find out what they are looking for on AM and what is scaring them away. This is from them:
****************************************
Hey Prowlers. A week or so ago Kat and I exchanged emails after I sent her my prowling story to date and she asked that I write part of it down for all of you. She found it both interesting and potentially instructive, especially for new prowlers just getting started.
My tale begins in a familiar place for many reading this Blog, I had a less (much less) than satisfying sex life with a wonderful wife in every other respect. Like most of you, I have no intention of ever leaving her and my children, but I was literally going insane with the quantity and quality of sex and intimacy I was getting. To foretell the end of this story a bit, I was incredibly successful in finding what I wanted after stumbling out of the gate a bit.
I am 51 years old; married for over 25 years with three kids all grown up. About 3 years ago my sex drive shot through the roof and it was causing serious issues with my marriage. I went to school on how to make things better and did what I had to do over the next few years. I alpha’d up, got in incredible physical shape, dressed better, made more money, romanced my wife…all to no avail, she’s just not that interested in sex anymore. Once a week she is into it but no more than that, which meant I felt like crap most of the week. So I decided to see what other alternatives were out there.
In late April I was on a self-help website and I stumbled across both AM and Kat’s Blog, they were listed as the mortal enemies of marriage, complete with URLs…how helpful! Of course, I had to check them out. I gave the AM website a quick read and looked through Kats rules for various types of affairs and jumped right in. I put up a profile on AM on a Monday, bought some credits and started messaging ladies. For those of you new to the site, messages you send out on Monday usually bear fruit late in the week, be patient. After several replies at the end of the first week I decided to meet a few ladies and rapidly discovered that my profile needed some tweaking.
The first lady I met wanted to recruit me for her S&M club. Now I am not into that and if you are, great, but I think we can all agree that the new prowler ought to start out with something a little less involved/intense. In addition, she was easily 50 pounds heavier than her profile and the grainy head shot photo she was willing to send should have been ample warning. So lesson #1: lying about your physical attributes on AM is going to blow up in your face. People will notice if you are shorter or heavier than you advertise…nobody wants perfection but you should accurately represent yourself. The lady in question had keyed off on a line in my profile that was intended to make me sound more edgy than I really am. By the way, and not bragging (maybe a little), but every single lady I have met was willing to screw me on the second meet up, if not right then (an offer I have tried twice).
The next lady I met was right on profile for height and weight, all good, but she was unbelievably paranoid. We were talking in a parking lot in a very public place and she kept ducking behind her car and then back into it. We chatted for a few minutes, she said she was interested in getting together for sex in a few days and then jumped in her car and darted off. Within 30 minutes of this meeting a flood of her nudes began arriving in my email in box along with some seriously fun dirty talk. We went from getting to know one another to her ready to show me the things she did to herself when her hubby wasn’t around. My crazy alarm went off and reminded me of a rule Kat gives us…#2: if it doesn’t feel right, it isn’t, run away, especially if the person is very paranoid.
Lady number 3 turns out to be single, in her profile she claimed to be married (lying) and was looking for a serious relationship. Not sure AM is the place to look for that sort of thing. She was ready to head to her house and the bedroom right then, she said as much. So here is another rule from Kat #3: only prowl with people that have as much to lose as you do…avoids unnecessary complications. I said no thank you.
Lady number 4 wanted a one night stand right then…I said what the hell. Had 30 minutes of fun then she bolted, I was left unsatisfied. I already had that feeling at home, that is not what I wanted. Rule #4: you have to offer more than the other person is getting already at home, otherwise why would they take the risk?
I took a tactical pause at this point and tried to figure out how one month worth of effort had produced so little. I went back to school on Kat’s web site and really read it again, particularly some of the advice on profiles and how to behave like a decent human being. My profile was clearly not attracting attention in the right demographic and although I had been nice maybe I had been a bit too direct in some of my communications. One thing I had been doing right was being confident and aggressive in meeting people, I would continue that.
First I tackled the profile, I unchecked all those stupid little boxes and spelled out in clear English what I was looking for and what I wasn’t but I did it in a way that was softer…I did want some romance and intimacy and a relationship...not a gang bang or a quickie in a car. I then developed a standard first contact note that I would personalize with information from the recipient’s profile. It was mostly general information about me and what I liked and didn’t like…things like movies, favorite authors, education level, hobbies etc. Brings us to Rule #5: Don’t be a pig/jerk. Talking about how you like to get a blow job (who doesn’t) or asking her what kind of slut she is will not net very good responses, if any at all. Everyone knows that sex is the primary motivator, being crass about it will put you in a poor demographic.
My standard note also included my contact email off site and a request to move our correspondence there. This was to create more of a sense of intimacy (I told them that) and to eliminate the robo-profiles on AM, they would never agree to move to offsite emails.
Finally I had some good pictures posted to my private showcase and would share them with ladies who responded, or email them the pictures. These were close in head shots, the ladies really want to see your eyes, it’s really important. Also included a full body shot, clothed, so they could see I was what my profile said, in shape. Do not send a picture of your dick, they are ugly anyway, and a topless shot of a guy with a beer gut is not going to get the ladies wet either. Refer to #5 (don’t be a dick) above.
With my new profile and approach I started up again on a Monday and by Friday I had an overwhelming response. Lots of ladies corresponding and wanting to meet. Now I could be selective and I met with several ladies and settled on two. One is a fuck buddy straight through, very practical professional lady who wants to get together once every two weeks for an afternoon and get seriously fucked. We joke around by text between meetings but there is zero expectation with respect to how often and how much info to exchange. We know the bare minimum about each other and that is how we both like it. When we are together we talk and have loads of fun but it’s a quick kiss out the door and I will see you again soon.
The second lady is now my mistress and our relationship is much more involved. Again, we mutually agreed to this. We correspond/talk daily and she knows everything about me and vice versa. We are very intimate, just what I was missing at home, and our sex has been incredible. After years of my wife wanting me to hurry up and get it over with, it’s nice to know I can still go at it multiple times for hours. She knows about lady number one and about my wife and our sex life (we still have the weekly session) and is good with it. She is having decent sex with her husband, good for her. What we have is filling a big void in my life and I believe the same for her.
As result of all this effort I now find myself in a good spot. I have three ladies in my life who between them provide the quantity, quality and variety of sex I need to feel balanced. I use Kat’s advice for fuck buddies and mistresses and it is solid and spot on. I even re-read the posts to ensure I do not get complacent, so far my girls are happy and so am I.
Some info that doesn’t fit in the timeline above…I have interviewed all of the ladies I have met to find out what they are looking for on AM and what is scaring them away. This is from them:
- They want a man to tell them about himself, at least a little, before he starts asking what size their tits are and if they shave. I have had more than one lady compliment me on not asking sexual questions or talking about sex right out of the block; it’s implied.
- Do not send pictures of your dick or naked chest if you are not in shape. Make sure they can see your eyes in at least one photo…I think this is all about trust, is this a guy a serial killer or not?
- Confidence is the single sexiest thing. My fuck buddy thought my standard personal letter was a bit cocky and said she just had to meet me to see if I was really that confident or if I was an asshole. She voted with her body, confidence sells, fake it til you make it if you have to.
- Two physical attributes are key, one you control, one you don’t. Tall guys get more ladies, it’s not bad to be short but you will need more confidence to overcome it. Get in shape…you control that, BTW might be why your wife isn’t fucking you enough. Get to the gym, lose the gut, build some guns and the ladies will be all over you….the payoff is worth the effort.
- Do not get mad/testy etc. in your emails. Instant turnoff. The ladies want it light and fun, why the hell would they put up with shit from you, they get that at home.
- When you meet a new lady you need a balanced mix of confidence and respect. Definitely part with at least a small show of affection if it is clear she might be into you. (I have gotten everything from a hug, to my brains fucked out on meeting number one.) The ladies I have met also want you to be civil, keep talking about yourself and what you expect and not just about when the sex will start. Be funny, be charming.
- Don’t plead with or promise the lady you will be fantastic in bed, better than her husband etc. Under promise and over deliver when it comes to sex.
- Communicate between meetings, thank them, be polite, be romantic…a thousand different ways of saying, DON’T BE A DICK.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Sunday, February 23, 2014
A Pussy Record
I was watching a cable news show this morning when a segment came on about security for the Olympics in Sochi. The guest on the show was a news correspondent, who really had no qualifications to talk about security in Sochi except for the fact that he was in Sochi for part of the two weeks the Olympics were in town.
The guest and the anchor of the show agreed that security must have been good because there were no major incidents.
Then the anchor asked, "Did the security cause a problem for any of the athletes or visitors?"
The correspondent answered, "Not really, unless you were a member of the band Pussy Riot."
"Oh?"
"Yes, Pussy Riot was questioned intensely several times at the protest area, and two of the members of Pussy Riot were detained while walking in the Olympic Village. Most recently, Pussy Riot members were harassed by the Cossacks."
Sounding legitimately shocked, the anchor then said something like, "Wow, this was a bad time to be a member of Pussy Riot, I guess."
The correspondent chuckled and added, "Well, as you know, Pussy Riot has been both an inspiration for protesters and a lightning rod for government attention and disapproval."
It went on, but you get the point, right? I think he must have had a bet with someone that he would say Pussy Riot a certain number of times, probably because they never get to say pussy on the news. I felt like I was in a junior high locker room when somebody said "pussy" and everyone giggled.
I'm sure they have the record for the number of times "pussy" was said during a broadcast. In fact, I think it was probably the most times that pussy was said in a 24 hour period (or longer) on any news channel.
Pussy, pussy, pussy.
I hope he won the bet.
The guest and the anchor of the show agreed that security must have been good because there were no major incidents.
Then the anchor asked, "Did the security cause a problem for any of the athletes or visitors?"
The correspondent answered, "Not really, unless you were a member of the band Pussy Riot."
"Oh?"
"Yes, Pussy Riot was questioned intensely several times at the protest area, and two of the members of Pussy Riot were detained while walking in the Olympic Village. Most recently, Pussy Riot members were harassed by the Cossacks."
Sounding legitimately shocked, the anchor then said something like, "Wow, this was a bad time to be a member of Pussy Riot, I guess."
The correspondent chuckled and added, "Well, as you know, Pussy Riot has been both an inspiration for protesters and a lightning rod for government attention and disapproval."
It went on, but you get the point, right? I think he must have had a bet with someone that he would say Pussy Riot a certain number of times, probably because they never get to say pussy on the news. I felt like I was in a junior high locker room when somebody said "pussy" and everyone giggled.
I'm sure they have the record for the number of times "pussy" was said during a broadcast. In fact, I think it was probably the most times that pussy was said in a 24 hour period (or longer) on any news channel.
Pussy, pussy, pussy.
I hope he won the bet.
Friday, February 7, 2014
The Underfucked Pussy
I was minding my own business, scrolling the through the scores of animal pics, inspirational quotes, and meaningless comments about food and snow (Yes, it's cold. We know.), when I came across an interesting little piece by Kendall Williams of My Tiny Secrets. The title caught me first - The Underfucked Pussy Epidemic - mainly because I was logged in to my real life, boring, vanilla account. It's the account with all the friends, family, and work acquaintances, most of whom gasp and giggle if the word "pussy" is said aloud.
I think I even looked around when I clicked on the link. God forbid that anyone who knows the respectable me (and only the respectable me) should see me reading about pussies and fucking.
Anyway, I read it. The post talks about the importance of what the author calls gourmet orgasms to a woman's happiness and fulfillment, and how so many women don't have any orgasms at all, let alone anything close to gourmet.
Men have been telling us forever that if we just fucked more we'd feel better, be happier, be thinner, feel secure.....whatever is missing from our lives, sex will solve it. While that may be an extreme perspective, Ms. Williams holds the point of view that many of women's problems - depression, anxiety, hormonal fluctuations - can be alleviated or even solved by some good fucking and gourmet orgasms.
While I can't say that sex is the cure for everything, I think she's dead on that most women in our culture are completely closed to a part of themselves that many of them don't even know exists. They think that surrendering themselves completely to a man and to pleasure would mean that they would lose something. They don't know what, just that it's scary. The reality is the other way around. The cost of icy frigidity and tightly bottling up your sexuality is high. The prospect of a lifetime of that is scary for me, so much so that I won't live that way.
Ms. Williams writes:
"Worse yet, she won’t tell you the truth about what is going on because she herself does not understand. Even if she has a clue her voice will be seized by the darkness of her pussy frustration and her ego will have hold of her so strongly that she won’t be capable of vocalizing the unspeakable to you. That unspeakable being that she needs to be f-ked wide open by a man that can penetrate not only her flesh but her heart and soul. She needs his strength, his firmness, his masculine energy to be unleashed in her at a cellular level and TAKE her beyond the point of no return and right into the heavens of rapture. Only at this level can she trust her man and allow herself once again to be seen."
Wow. Let me repeat part of that so you don't miss it:
"....she needs to be f-ked wide open by a man that can penetrate not only her flesh but her heart and soul. She needs his strength, his firmness, his masculine energy to be unleashed in her at a cellular level and TAKE her beyond the point of no return and right into the heavens of rapture. Only at this level can she trust her man and allow herself once again to be seen."
Fuckin' A. In my opinion, that is exactly what every woman needs. I know it's what I need. Without it, I'm not complete. Period.
For all the wonderful things it has brought us, feminism has done us a huge disservice in this area. By the millions, women have been duped into thinking that we don't need a man to support us, we don't need a man to help raise our children, and we don't need a man for sexual pleasure, mainly because we don't need sex. Now we come to learn that two out of three of those assumptions are completely wrong.
For a woman to be completely fulfilled in all areas of her life, including sexually, she needs a man.....or more than one. ;-) Just having a man isn't enough, though. He needs to be able to penetrate her body, heart and soul. He needs to be mentally and emotionally strong enough to break through her emotional defenses and her apparent lack of desire. He has to be able to break through her culturally acquired repression. He has to be willing, also, to let go of some of his own protective barriers so her can take her in.
Every single day I run into women who are clearly cases of pussy frustration. They are uptight and they walk around with a cauldron of anger and/or depression bubbling just below the surface. It's sad.
Ms. Williams is absolutely right. There is an underfucked pussy epidemic going on. The tragedy is that it's so easily remedied, yet still out of reach for so many.
I think I even looked around when I clicked on the link. God forbid that anyone who knows the respectable me (and only the respectable me) should see me reading about pussies and fucking.
Anyway, I read it. The post talks about the importance of what the author calls gourmet orgasms to a woman's happiness and fulfillment, and how so many women don't have any orgasms at all, let alone anything close to gourmet.
Men have been telling us forever that if we just fucked more we'd feel better, be happier, be thinner, feel secure.....whatever is missing from our lives, sex will solve it. While that may be an extreme perspective, Ms. Williams holds the point of view that many of women's problems - depression, anxiety, hormonal fluctuations - can be alleviated or even solved by some good fucking and gourmet orgasms.
While I can't say that sex is the cure for everything, I think she's dead on that most women in our culture are completely closed to a part of themselves that many of them don't even know exists. They think that surrendering themselves completely to a man and to pleasure would mean that they would lose something. They don't know what, just that it's scary. The reality is the other way around. The cost of icy frigidity and tightly bottling up your sexuality is high. The prospect of a lifetime of that is scary for me, so much so that I won't live that way.
Ms. Williams writes:
"Worse yet, she won’t tell you the truth about what is going on because she herself does not understand. Even if she has a clue her voice will be seized by the darkness of her pussy frustration and her ego will have hold of her so strongly that she won’t be capable of vocalizing the unspeakable to you. That unspeakable being that she needs to be f-ked wide open by a man that can penetrate not only her flesh but her heart and soul. She needs his strength, his firmness, his masculine energy to be unleashed in her at a cellular level and TAKE her beyond the point of no return and right into the heavens of rapture. Only at this level can she trust her man and allow herself once again to be seen."
Wow. Let me repeat part of that so you don't miss it:
"....she needs to be f-ked wide open by a man that can penetrate not only her flesh but her heart and soul. She needs his strength, his firmness, his masculine energy to be unleashed in her at a cellular level and TAKE her beyond the point of no return and right into the heavens of rapture. Only at this level can she trust her man and allow herself once again to be seen."
Fuckin' A. In my opinion, that is exactly what every woman needs. I know it's what I need. Without it, I'm not complete. Period.
For all the wonderful things it has brought us, feminism has done us a huge disservice in this area. By the millions, women have been duped into thinking that we don't need a man to support us, we don't need a man to help raise our children, and we don't need a man for sexual pleasure, mainly because we don't need sex. Now we come to learn that two out of three of those assumptions are completely wrong.
For a woman to be completely fulfilled in all areas of her life, including sexually, she needs a man.....or more than one. ;-) Just having a man isn't enough, though. He needs to be able to penetrate her body, heart and soul. He needs to be mentally and emotionally strong enough to break through her emotional defenses and her apparent lack of desire. He has to be able to break through her culturally acquired repression. He has to be willing, also, to let go of some of his own protective barriers so her can take her in.
Every single day I run into women who are clearly cases of pussy frustration. They are uptight and they walk around with a cauldron of anger and/or depression bubbling just below the surface. It's sad.
Ms. Williams is absolutely right. There is an underfucked pussy epidemic going on. The tragedy is that it's so easily remedied, yet still out of reach for so many.
Friday, January 10, 2014
The Date with T
T's message was actually the first I responded to on AM since I reactivated my profile. He sent me a message months ago and I never responded, so I thought it was only right to make his the first reply.
I liked his profile because he seemed to be a "normal guy" and that's what I was looking for. A fun companion, great sex, no drama, and honesty. His emails confirmed what his profile said. He is a normal guy. He is also very bright, well-spoken, funny. An all around nice guy.
Perfect, right?
Well, not exactly. He lives in my town (that's awfully close to home) and he's in the middle of a divorce, which means that for all practical purposes, he's single, not married. And you know my rule about single men, right?
I decided to overlook those concerns because I liked him. Plain and simple.
So we set up a date to meet today at a restaurant in a nearby town. Between the time of setting up the date a couple of days ago and showing up for the date, I had exchanged emails and phone calls with another AM suitor I really liked.
I almost cancelled the date, and I had a long list of reasons. I'm still quite wounded from the experience with SNS Guy. If this guy didn't like me, that would be a little more rejection than I wanted to take in one week. Also, I really liked the other guy I was talking to. Shouldn't I meet him first? And what about JJ? I don't want a bunch of men in my life. I want one. Finally, I hate first dates. And don't forget - I don't date! What if we didn't have anything to talk about? My head was going around and around and I almost called to cancel.
But I didn't. That was a good choice.
We met in the parking lot of the restaurant we agreed to. It was closed. What now? He suggested we go to a Popeyes just a block away. That wasn't what I had in mind, but I could go with it. When we got there we saw that it was actually at a gas station, attached to the mini-mart. I had to laugh. So far, it wasn't going well. Then he suggested a local Mexican restaurant and we went there and the date actually started.
I was comfortable immediately. He was funny and engaging and direct and all the things I like in a friend. There were a few times when I thought, Why are we wasting time here? Let's get to a hotel. I know what I want to do with you. But I never said it because I was so engaged in the conversation and I was thoroughly enjoying talking with him.
Yes, it's true. I chose talking over fucking. Go figure.
After a while we decided to drive back to the parking lot of the first restaurant because it was a bit secluded. I felt electricity when he kissed me, and he's an amazing kisser. We kissed a long time. I stroked his hard cock through his pants. He fondled my breast. I sucked his cock for awhile but the angle in his car just wasn't great for that. We kissed some more. Every now and then we'd stop and talk a bit, but the kissing always won. At one point, he lifted my shirt and bra and sucked one of my nipples. I felt my pussy going from damp to wet to drenched. It has been a long time since I wanted a man as much as I wanted T.
I was so aroused and so dazed with passion that I probably would have done anything he wanted, but.....
We ran out of time. I had a phone meeting and he also had some place to be, so we had to end the date, but I didn't want to go. I was ready to blow off my meeting and spend the rest of the afternoon with him, but he couldn't so we went our separate ways.
When was the last time you sat in a car making out and petting for an hour? I don't even remember the last time I did. It was amazing.
As I drove away I thought about how glad I was that I hadn't canceled the date, and how much I couldn't wait to see him again. But the next time I see him, I want it to be in a private room where I can admire him without his clothes on and have my way with him.
I've never been a big believer in chemistry.
I am now.
I liked his profile because he seemed to be a "normal guy" and that's what I was looking for. A fun companion, great sex, no drama, and honesty. His emails confirmed what his profile said. He is a normal guy. He is also very bright, well-spoken, funny. An all around nice guy.
Perfect, right?
Well, not exactly. He lives in my town (that's awfully close to home) and he's in the middle of a divorce, which means that for all practical purposes, he's single, not married. And you know my rule about single men, right?
I decided to overlook those concerns because I liked him. Plain and simple.
So we set up a date to meet today at a restaurant in a nearby town. Between the time of setting up the date a couple of days ago and showing up for the date, I had exchanged emails and phone calls with another AM suitor I really liked.
I almost cancelled the date, and I had a long list of reasons. I'm still quite wounded from the experience with SNS Guy. If this guy didn't like me, that would be a little more rejection than I wanted to take in one week. Also, I really liked the other guy I was talking to. Shouldn't I meet him first? And what about JJ? I don't want a bunch of men in my life. I want one. Finally, I hate first dates. And don't forget - I don't date! What if we didn't have anything to talk about? My head was going around and around and I almost called to cancel.
But I didn't. That was a good choice.
We met in the parking lot of the restaurant we agreed to. It was closed. What now? He suggested we go to a Popeyes just a block away. That wasn't what I had in mind, but I could go with it. When we got there we saw that it was actually at a gas station, attached to the mini-mart. I had to laugh. So far, it wasn't going well. Then he suggested a local Mexican restaurant and we went there and the date actually started.
I was comfortable immediately. He was funny and engaging and direct and all the things I like in a friend. There were a few times when I thought, Why are we wasting time here? Let's get to a hotel. I know what I want to do with you. But I never said it because I was so engaged in the conversation and I was thoroughly enjoying talking with him.
Yes, it's true. I chose talking over fucking. Go figure.
After a while we decided to drive back to the parking lot of the first restaurant because it was a bit secluded. I felt electricity when he kissed me, and he's an amazing kisser. We kissed a long time. I stroked his hard cock through his pants. He fondled my breast. I sucked his cock for awhile but the angle in his car just wasn't great for that. We kissed some more. Every now and then we'd stop and talk a bit, but the kissing always won. At one point, he lifted my shirt and bra and sucked one of my nipples. I felt my pussy going from damp to wet to drenched. It has been a long time since I wanted a man as much as I wanted T.
I was so aroused and so dazed with passion that I probably would have done anything he wanted, but.....
We ran out of time. I had a phone meeting and he also had some place to be, so we had to end the date, but I didn't want to go. I was ready to blow off my meeting and spend the rest of the afternoon with him, but he couldn't so we went our separate ways.
When was the last time you sat in a car making out and petting for an hour? I don't even remember the last time I did. It was amazing.
As I drove away I thought about how glad I was that I hadn't canceled the date, and how much I couldn't wait to see him again. But the next time I see him, I want it to be in a private room where I can admire him without his clothes on and have my way with him.
I've never been a big believer in chemistry.
I am now.
FFF - 1/10/14 - The Glass Ball
Stacy was clearly frustrated at his lack of attention. She stepped into a small glass shop and pulled him in with her. She moved toward the back of the shop, which was only six feet away, and she untied her bikini top and tucked it into her bag. She reached out to the nearest shelf and picked up a beautiful glass ball, turned toward Joe and said, "Don't you think this is a particularly nice piece?"
Joe mumbled, "Yeah, get it," without even looking up. Stacy sighed.
Then a voice came from behind another shelf. "It's very nice, but not nearly as beautiful as the woman holding it." She turned and saw an attractive man, probably in his 40's, admiring her. That got Joe's attention,, and he rushed to Stacy's side, took the glass ball from her hands and ordered her, to put her top back on. She did so very slowly. The attractive man came over and helped her tie the strings behind her neck. Joe just stared.
Before she left the shop, she grabbed the glass ball and paid for it. She smiled at the attractive man as she left the shop.
As they stepped into the alley, Joe put his phone in his pocket and his arm around his wife.
----------------------------------
Check out the other FFF responses here.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
"Yep, you nailed it...I am that jerk!"
As I was perusing through the 40 messages that remained in my inbox, I saw one with a screen name that looked familiar. I noticed that he had revoked his private key and I asked why. This was his response:
"Hi there, Cute pics! I was on AM a few years ago and just recently got back on. I didn't realize I still had a few keys out there and thought I'd better revoke them...no offense. Have you had much luck on this site? I have met a few great women and had a long term thing going until she moved out of state a few months back. Anyway, here are my pics. If you'd like you can use my email address (email deleted). Look forward to hearing from you, D"
I looked at his pictures and realized that I knew him. I thought I did, anyway, but I wasn't 100% sure. I was 90% sure. So I replied with this:
"For some reason I think we have already met. That was my first thought when I saw your pics. If you are who I think you are, you fucked me at your office and didn't communicate again. Am I right? If I'm wrong, I just told you that someone else didn't like me enough for a second date. Hahaha. That's not exactly a good strategy, is it? If I'm right about knowing you, your name is D, I think. How did I do?"
Yeah, it's true. We had communicated online and by phone for awhile. Our first meeting was at his office. He got one of my trademark world class blow jobs and then he bent me over the desk and fucked me from behind. It wasn't great sex, but it was good. As I left, there was no indication, except for how fast he peeled out of the parking lot, that he wasn't happy. I never heard from him again. While that was extremely rude, it didn't bother me too much because I didn't feel a real spark either.
I didn't expect to get a response from him, but to his credit, I did:
"Yep, you nailed it...I am that jerk!
I totally remember that...I certainly owe you an apology for the lack of communication after. I remember us chatting for a bit after but never pursued anything further. I also remember your writing skills!
Have you found that one?"
His question at the end was referring to my search for "the one" - a lover I could really connect with, someone I'd be with for a long time. Shortly after my encounter with him, I met JJ.
We passed a couple single sentence messages back and forth and ended the conversation by wishing each other luck.
I was impressed that he actually accepted some responsibility for being a jerk and he apologized. I wasn't expecting that and didn't need it, but it was nice nonetheless.
Finally getting closure is always nice.
"Hi there, Cute pics! I was on AM a few years ago and just recently got back on. I didn't realize I still had a few keys out there and thought I'd better revoke them...no offense. Have you had much luck on this site? I have met a few great women and had a long term thing going until she moved out of state a few months back. Anyway, here are my pics. If you'd like you can use my email address (email deleted). Look forward to hearing from you, D"
I looked at his pictures and realized that I knew him. I thought I did, anyway, but I wasn't 100% sure. I was 90% sure. So I replied with this:
"For some reason I think we have already met. That was my first thought when I saw your pics. If you are who I think you are, you fucked me at your office and didn't communicate again. Am I right? If I'm wrong, I just told you that someone else didn't like me enough for a second date. Hahaha. That's not exactly a good strategy, is it? If I'm right about knowing you, your name is D, I think. How did I do?"
Yeah, it's true. We had communicated online and by phone for awhile. Our first meeting was at his office. He got one of my trademark world class blow jobs and then he bent me over the desk and fucked me from behind. It wasn't great sex, but it was good. As I left, there was no indication, except for how fast he peeled out of the parking lot, that he wasn't happy. I never heard from him again. While that was extremely rude, it didn't bother me too much because I didn't feel a real spark either.
I didn't expect to get a response from him, but to his credit, I did:
"Yep, you nailed it...I am that jerk!
I totally remember that...I certainly owe you an apology for the lack of communication after. I remember us chatting for a bit after but never pursued anything further. I also remember your writing skills!
Have you found that one?"
His question at the end was referring to my search for "the one" - a lover I could really connect with, someone I'd be with for a long time. Shortly after my encounter with him, I met JJ.
We passed a couple single sentence messages back and forth and ended the conversation by wishing each other luck.
I was impressed that he actually accepted some responsibility for being a jerk and he apologized. I wasn't expecting that and didn't need it, but it was nice nonetheless.
Finally getting closure is always nice.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
The Novelty Cock
My new potential availability made me give some thought to what I want to do next.
The problem is that I'm not sure how available I am or how long I'll be available. I know that sounds weird. You would think I would know this, wouldn't you?
I've started shopping on AM and I've reconnected with JJ, but right now there is more uncertainty than certainty in my prowling life. I do know, however, that it will all shake out soon.
Anyway, several days ago, I decided to reactivate my AM profile. I didn't change it, didn't update it. I just let it go public again. I did a little browsing to see if there was anyone among the new guys who might be interesting, mainly to wait for my inbox to fill up. After 30 minutes, I checked my inbox and there were about 80 messages.
I deleted all that were private key requests firsts. Not only is that just rude, but my profile specifically says not to do that, so those boys don't read or can't read and they are disqualified either way.
I continued by deleting anyone who wasn't local because again, my profile is very specific about that. My standard for "local" is "lives in northern California." That is a big place.
Then I went through all the actual messages quickly, so I could delete the "Wanna fuck?" boys. These are the men who write and lead with a lewd suggestion or just come out and quickly say, "Wanna fuck?"
I was left with about 40 legitimate messages and two private key attachments. Those are not-for-public photos sent to me. That was intriguing. There was no accompanying message. The attached profile was sparse. I understand voyeurism, but what's the thrill in sending your dirty pic over cyberspace to a woman whose reaction you'll never see? I don't get it. For some reason I opened the first one, and -- BAM! -- there was a cock pic on my screen. No face. No friendly selfie. Just a dick.
It occurred to me that he might have sent it because he's proud of it and he thought that I'd take one look at his dick and say, "I must have that man!" It didn't have the effect on me, but maybe it would for other women.
But then I noted that it was of average length, maybe a shade below average, and it was definitely of average girth. Why would it be any different that all the other erect cocks out there? What makes a cock special 99% of the time is the man to whom it is attached.
Then I looked closer and noted that the its veins were rather pronounced. They weren't just pronounced; they formed a rather unique pattern like I've never seen before (and I've seen quite a few cocks in my life).
I enlarged the photo so I could see better, and I'll admit, it was pretty cool. The pattern looked rather artistic. Remembering the function that those veins serve in male anatomy, I tried figure out how they would work properly. Some crisscrossed others, some were almost spiral. I enlarged the photo again, but it just got grainy and didn't enhance the detail at all. I leaned closer to my screen, examining it like a science experiment.
Then I sat up abruptly. This was a novelty cock!
It's just like the weird little knick-knacks that you pick up on vacation that are meant to be admired on the shelf but never really used, or the hat with the clapping hands that you gave your dad for his last birthday, or the singing fish you gave to your brother-in-law.
What's the main purpose of novelties? They are meant to spark conversation. This cock was a conversation piece.
For a minute, I was glad I didn't delete the message as soon as I saw the pic, like I usually do, because I'd like to contact him and ask if that's real or Photoshopped. I wanted to touch it, look at it up close.
Fortunately, my sanity returned. I realized that I was about to engage in a message conversation with a guy who did nothing but send a cock pic. No, that wasn't going to happen, but it made me think about how difficult it is for guys to get attention on AM and how they struggle just to get women to engage in a meaningful conversation. This guy's strategy was not bad. It almost hooked me.
In spite of this interesting example, I still don't recommend leading with a cock pic. I used to say it never works. I can't say that anymore, but I know it's not a good idea.
I smiled as I deleted the pic. There's still a tiny part of me that wants the back story of that cock, but more interesting discoveries laid ahead in my inbox.
The problem is that I'm not sure how available I am or how long I'll be available. I know that sounds weird. You would think I would know this, wouldn't you?
I've started shopping on AM and I've reconnected with JJ, but right now there is more uncertainty than certainty in my prowling life. I do know, however, that it will all shake out soon.
Anyway, several days ago, I decided to reactivate my AM profile. I didn't change it, didn't update it. I just let it go public again. I did a little browsing to see if there was anyone among the new guys who might be interesting, mainly to wait for my inbox to fill up. After 30 minutes, I checked my inbox and there were about 80 messages.
I deleted all that were private key requests firsts. Not only is that just rude, but my profile specifically says not to do that, so those boys don't read or can't read and they are disqualified either way.
I continued by deleting anyone who wasn't local because again, my profile is very specific about that. My standard for "local" is "lives in northern California." That is a big place.
Then I went through all the actual messages quickly, so I could delete the "Wanna fuck?" boys. These are the men who write and lead with a lewd suggestion or just come out and quickly say, "Wanna fuck?"
I was left with about 40 legitimate messages and two private key attachments. Those are not-for-public photos sent to me. That was intriguing. There was no accompanying message. The attached profile was sparse. I understand voyeurism, but what's the thrill in sending your dirty pic over cyberspace to a woman whose reaction you'll never see? I don't get it. For some reason I opened the first one, and -- BAM! -- there was a cock pic on my screen. No face. No friendly selfie. Just a dick.
It occurred to me that he might have sent it because he's proud of it and he thought that I'd take one look at his dick and say, "I must have that man!" It didn't have the effect on me, but maybe it would for other women.
But then I noted that it was of average length, maybe a shade below average, and it was definitely of average girth. Why would it be any different that all the other erect cocks out there? What makes a cock special 99% of the time is the man to whom it is attached.
Then I looked closer and noted that the its veins were rather pronounced. They weren't just pronounced; they formed a rather unique pattern like I've never seen before (and I've seen quite a few cocks in my life).
I enlarged the photo so I could see better, and I'll admit, it was pretty cool. The pattern looked rather artistic. Remembering the function that those veins serve in male anatomy, I tried figure out how they would work properly. Some crisscrossed others, some were almost spiral. I enlarged the photo again, but it just got grainy and didn't enhance the detail at all. I leaned closer to my screen, examining it like a science experiment.
Then I sat up abruptly. This was a novelty cock!
It's just like the weird little knick-knacks that you pick up on vacation that are meant to be admired on the shelf but never really used, or the hat with the clapping hands that you gave your dad for his last birthday, or the singing fish you gave to your brother-in-law.
What's the main purpose of novelties? They are meant to spark conversation. This cock was a conversation piece.
For a minute, I was glad I didn't delete the message as soon as I saw the pic, like I usually do, because I'd like to contact him and ask if that's real or Photoshopped. I wanted to touch it, look at it up close.
Fortunately, my sanity returned. I realized that I was about to engage in a message conversation with a guy who did nothing but send a cock pic. No, that wasn't going to happen, but it made me think about how difficult it is for guys to get attention on AM and how they struggle just to get women to engage in a meaningful conversation. This guy's strategy was not bad. It almost hooked me.
In spite of this interesting example, I still don't recommend leading with a cock pic. I used to say it never works. I can't say that anymore, but I know it's not a good idea.
I smiled as I deleted the pic. There's still a tiny part of me that wants the back story of that cock, but more interesting discoveries laid ahead in my inbox.
Monday, December 9, 2013
High Maintenance?
I never thought I was high maintenance. Seriously, in high school and college friends would laugh about girls who were high maintenance and then say, "I'm glad Kat's not like that." My husband has bragged for years about how low maintenance I am, how I never complain, how it doesn't take much or cost an arm and a leg to keep me happy. It's true. All it really takes to keep me happy is to love me, tell me often, and at least pretend to be interested in my life. I used to say that real interest was required, but I've grown old enough to know that having the courtesy to at least pretend you care is often good enough.
See? I said I was low maintenance.
But something has happened recently that is making me take notice.
I've mentioned the pattern before. When you first meet someone online, there's a flurry of email. There are chat conversations and phone calls and texts, and it's all so exciting and new. Then, as you get to know each other, things calm down a bit, as they should. You settle into a comfortable rhythm of communication and make exceptions for the times when one or both of you gets really busy or things at home get crazy.
But for me there seems to be another stage when communication slows way down. An email every day becomes one a week - maybe. Quick text exchanges just to check in and say something nice slow down, too, from once a day to every 2-5 days - maybe. Phone calls? From once a week to once every two or three weeks, if that. Phone sex? That's gone completely.
When I bring it up, I'm told everything's fine. He's just been busy. Don't worry.
Then nothing. For days.
Seriously, how hard is it to text a quick, "Crazy day but I'm thinking about you" or something like that?
It's one thing to be lousy communicator when you are having an in-person affair, but when you have a long distance relationship, all you have is the virtual communication. If you go silent for days, there's a vacuum of communication. If it happens a few times, I can live with that. Life happens. But when it becomes the normal state of affairs I start to wonder. I start to ask myself questions:
Does he really care about me or has he moved on and he's afraid to tell me?
Has he mistaken low maintenance for no maintenance?
Or is something wrong with ME? Am I expecting too much? Is this normal?
It's interesting to be told that "everything's fine" because clearly it's not. I'm feeling devalued and unimportant so everything is not fine for me. But when that text or email shows up after almost a week, I'll act like everything is fine. Apparently I want to live with the delusion that he'll change.
The part of me that loves him says, "Shut up. Everything will be fine. I'm sure he had a good reason...again." I wonder if he's ok. Maybe he's been hurt? Because I can't let myself believe that everything is fine in his world and he is just choosing not to communicate with me."
But the part of me that has a sliver of self-respect remaining says, "I'm worth more than that. I don't need to beg someone to talk to me." But I'm still very sad. I still miss him.
Here's what a wise woman told me several years ago:
If he's not talking to you, it's because he doesn't want to. Walk away.
See? I said I was low maintenance.
But something has happened recently that is making me take notice.
I've mentioned the pattern before. When you first meet someone online, there's a flurry of email. There are chat conversations and phone calls and texts, and it's all so exciting and new. Then, as you get to know each other, things calm down a bit, as they should. You settle into a comfortable rhythm of communication and make exceptions for the times when one or both of you gets really busy or things at home get crazy.
But for me there seems to be another stage when communication slows way down. An email every day becomes one a week - maybe. Quick text exchanges just to check in and say something nice slow down, too, from once a day to every 2-5 days - maybe. Phone calls? From once a week to once every two or three weeks, if that. Phone sex? That's gone completely.
When I bring it up, I'm told everything's fine. He's just been busy. Don't worry.
Then nothing. For days.
Seriously, how hard is it to text a quick, "Crazy day but I'm thinking about you" or something like that?
It's one thing to be lousy communicator when you are having an in-person affair, but when you have a long distance relationship, all you have is the virtual communication. If you go silent for days, there's a vacuum of communication. If it happens a few times, I can live with that. Life happens. But when it becomes the normal state of affairs I start to wonder. I start to ask myself questions:
Does he really care about me or has he moved on and he's afraid to tell me?
Has he mistaken low maintenance for no maintenance?
Or is something wrong with ME? Am I expecting too much? Is this normal?
It's interesting to be told that "everything's fine" because clearly it's not. I'm feeling devalued and unimportant so everything is not fine for me. But when that text or email shows up after almost a week, I'll act like everything is fine. Apparently I want to live with the delusion that he'll change.
The part of me that loves him says, "Shut up. Everything will be fine. I'm sure he had a good reason...again." I wonder if he's ok. Maybe he's been hurt? Because I can't let myself believe that everything is fine in his world and he is just choosing not to communicate with me."
But the part of me that has a sliver of self-respect remaining says, "I'm worth more than that. I don't need to beg someone to talk to me." But I'm still very sad. I still miss him.
Here's what a wise woman told me several years ago:
If he's not talking to you, it's because he doesn't want to. Walk away.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Roommate or Wife? (Revised)
I have a good friend who is going through a hard time with his marriage. He desperately wants to fix the things that are wrong, but his wife seems to be largely indifferent. .....
My friend requested that I pull the post since his wife might see it, but some of the comments were so good that I didn't want to do that, so I just deleted most of the post. *Poof*
Some of you know that I also just pulled the post entitled "High Maintenance?" Frankly, I'm getting tired of writing posts and then pulling them. I care about peoples' feelings, though, and that matters more than a blog post or two.
If you haven't read the comments, you should.
And I'll get to work on another post.
My friend requested that I pull the post since his wife might see it, but some of the comments were so good that I didn't want to do that, so I just deleted most of the post. *Poof*
Some of you know that I also just pulled the post entitled "High Maintenance?" Frankly, I'm getting tired of writing posts and then pulling them. I care about peoples' feelings, though, and that matters more than a blog post or two.
If you haven't read the comments, you should.
And I'll get to work on another post.
Monday, November 25, 2013
A Man's Guide to Giving Great "Clit"
So I turned to my good friend SomewhereMan. Now, I've never experienced his prowess, but I've heard reports that he really knows what he's doing. Here's his contribution to the cause.
--------------------------------------
When Kat asked me for a man's perspective on "going down", I jumped at the chance. Not too quickly nor too eagerly, of course, but with care and concern.
Most women know they love it when their man (or men) go down on them. Yet what works best? How would they recommend a man proceed? I know how I love my rod getting sucked but I'm not exactly in a position where I can get on my knees or give a hummer from the passenger seat on a long, country drive.
There was once a time where I was convinced that a man who was an expert in oral sex on a woman would never lose that woman. Well... I've found that isn't true. But a woman will allow more latitude if her man is complete, sensual and determined to make her cum.
Over and over.
A Man's Guide To Giving Great "Clit".
Watch Porn But Remember The Individual. This is critical for each guy. We all want to think that we're Peter North and can dig in with four women at a time. Even Peter knows that each woman is a little...different. I look back on my lovers over the past three years. Some loved having their asshole licked. Others tightened up as my tongue advanced to that region. Some wanted the "tongue on clit/two fingers inside" extra value meal. Others just wanted their clit sucked. There is no "one style fits all".
Eye Contact. I can't stress this enough. While you're digging in, keep plenty of eye contact with her. She'll bit her bottom lip and, perhaps, pinch her nipples. The eye contact is the silent affirmation of her beauty. Women work hard to look good for us. They give up rich food. They do that yoga bullshit. Eye contact doesn't cost anything but always pays off.
Let Her Know Time Doesn't Matter. I do have a slight issue when I'm in the "receiving" position. Out of my natural concern for others, I try not to take too long to climax. I don't want her having to suck on me for 20 minutes because I don't want her to have a sore throat and busted wrists. Yet, for a woman that I love (and I've been in "love" through my prowling), I would go down for an hour - or more - if that's what they wanted. Never sigh while you're licking. Purr a little bit. Moan with her.
Thighs Are Your Friends. Work them gently. Make her goosebumps pop and her body tingle without even touching the goody box. This is where a woman finds her peaceful "raft", where the troubles and the stress of her day just melt away like lemon drops.
Make Oral Sex The Main Course. Don't treat it as foreplay. Treat it as the main dish. You'll get the actual sex later and it will be incredibly hot and wet.
Women, by nature, are extremely self-conscious about their bodies. Many never allow themselves to reach an orgasm out of this worry. Do whatever you can to make her feel comfortable and the beautiful woman that she is.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)