Monday, April 8, 2019
So here are my takes on sexual positions.
Missionary: I actually love this position, but it comes in many flavors (most of which people never try). The traditional man on top thrusting is fine; sometimes I pull my knees up and lazily enjoy being fucked (let him do the work). Or I can fuck him back using my pelvis — if I put my feet on the mattress or floor or ground, it can give me the leverage to bring him off in a hurry. I love to wrap my long legs around my lover and pull him in as he fucks me.
But my lover can also raise my ankles over his shoulders — this puts him deeper into me and is delightful. My favorite lovers even turn their heads to kiss my ankles as they hoist me into position. So is missionary where the man crooks my knees into his elbows, very intimate, very sense of "being taken." Love it!
And there's the "high riding," where the man positions himself slightly higher, pressing on my pubic bone. When my lover is on top and raising himself on his arms, I can also pull my legs in front of him and nearly cross them, producing a very different sensation.
Unlike many women, I can come in any of these variations. I have a very sensitive G spot.
If you're well endowed, I'll gently press against your abdomen, holding you at a distance until my pussy can adjust to your length. This is another benefit of missionary.
A couple of further grace notes: Reaching around and stroking his balls. I love feeling a man's balls against me as he thrusts and this gives him a major turn-on. Also, intertwining my legs in his. Missionary can be romantic, or dominated, or adventurous.
I don't like a guy to be completely down on me. If he raises himself on his arms, we can see each other's faces and expressions. My favorite lovers smile like angels as they fuck me.
A bonus: My man can caress my breasts and lick and suck my nipples. Have to be careful in this position because if I bear down too much, too soon, I'll immediately start coming.
I'm not a fan of being on top and facing backwards. But that's just me.
Doggy: I love to be taken from behind, but you need to sense the right mood. It's fine to push right in when we're both on fire and have left a trail of clothes from the front door to the bed.
But teasing me with your cock-head right at the edge of my labia, then slowly sliding in is very arousing.
Some men swivel their pelvises to fuck me from different angles with each thrust. They fuck in a rhythm, then pull almost all the way out before slamming in deep (this also can work in the ankles-over-shoulders missionary style). The feeling is amazing.
Bonus: If the relationship is souring or dull, I can fantasize about another man fucking me.
Yes, I claw the sheets if I really get going.
All the above positions work in bed, but I've also done them in public, on the floor, on assorted pieces of furniture, in a meadow, and (missionary) on the hood of a car.
Sixty-nine: I've done this with men and women. Best accomplished with patience and give-and-take. Sometimes I get so aroused that I have to lie my head on your thigh while I come from your tongue-worshipping. Then do the same in return. It's great foreplay — or as the main course.
Side-by-side: A well-hung guy can penetrate me when we're lying beside each other. This isn't a fave, but it offers some variety while enjoying a love-making session with multiple positions.
Scissors: This is popular in girl-girl sex. I don't especially like it because I can't see my lover close-up, or have the submissive rush of doggy. Tried it with my ex-husband, with his cock in me. But we only did it once.
Face-sitting: Two words: Orgasm city.
What are your favorites and why?
Thursday, February 21, 2019
Nowadays, you can't trust a lover to take an intimate photo or video and not post it on the internet. This is especially true of someone seeking revenge after a breakup.
To be sure, I'm something of an exhibitionist and if I were younger and in a different field, it would be exciting to see myself the subject of hundreds — thousands! — of guys masterbating to my image. I know you do it to my stories — I've even spiced up some marriages if my emails are to be believed. I think about my most passionate relationships and wish I had stills and videos (with sound) of those — but only for me.
The only time I was filmed having sex was my infamous time at the frat house, when I was nearly gang-banged. I realized too late that someone had a videocam running. That was in college, before I learned the moves that would have allowed me to seize the camera and do a beat-down on the cameraman. Oh, well.
In a couple of relationships, my lovers and I took Polaroids of our fun. Me being fucked from behind, sucking him off, him going down on me, me posing legs spread wide. Pretty take stuff. I still have them. I also have photos my husband and I took.
One of my friends — I'll call her Lauren — was filmed having sex with her boyfriend. The camera was set up for a perfect angle to catch his dick going in and out of her as she lay there, knees up. He moved her around so every position was captured. After they broke up, he posted it on the net and sent Lauren a link. Her face was visible. This is the height of slime.
So is the experience of Heather, who told me how her professional photographer boyfriend took hundreds of shots of her naked, of them having sex, closeups of semen running out of her pussy, and the threesome with his best friend he talked her into. He dumped her. She now sees the pics on porn sites. She also learned he had done this to other girlfriends.
Other friends are willing participants. With iPhones and other digital devices, it's commonplace for some couples to photograph their privates, their partners naked and wet or hard, selfies... It's a thing.
But not for me. You'll have to use your imagination.
What about you? Tell me everything.
Friday, December 21, 2018
I can't speak to the veracity of the Justice. But his age and social situation put him squarely in this sexual revolution (I wonder if young people even have much sex today, with their faces stuck in their digital devices)
My experience was unusual, however. My mother was constantly lecturing me that I would go to hell if I had sex outside of marriage (once she barged into my bedroom when I was masterbating, and totally freaked out). So in high school, aside from giving some blowjobs, I was...sigh...a good girl. I had to live the hookup scene from afar — and through the stories of friends.
Megan had a regular boyfriend. But he coaxed her into fucking him and the his best friend one night in a cemetery — she lost her panties amid the romp.
Fueled with "mind erasers" (Rohypnol), Katie regularly went to hookup parties at friends' houses while parents were out of town or at the country club. She told me of the many boys whose cocks she sucked and with whom she had intercourse. As hookups, these were encounters with no strings attached, often with partners she would never see again. She made love with other girls while the boys watched or participated
I first heard the phrase "pulled a train" from my friend Lindsey. She told me about being put on the carpet, her ass in the air, as several boys fucked her from behind. My mom liked Lindsey, who went to our church — little did she know that with some booze and drugs Lindsey became a going-to-hell teenage sex machine.
My brother confided his hookups to me, too. He had a special affinity for cheerleaders. He loved the relative anonymity of the parties, where nothing was expected besides the momentary pleasure. I was terribly envious. Were there victims such as Christine Blasey Ford — if one believes her very believable story? Undoubtedly. But my friends went in with eyes wide open.
It was only in college and later that I experienced sex with multiple partners and no-strings encounters.
My first "train pulling" was at a lifestyle club. Five men took me from behind while I sucked off a sixth, then performed cunnilingus on an older woman.
On an intellectual level, it was interesting how the different cocks felt, their lengths and girths, the one with the painfully-large head, another with an upward bend to it, how long each lasted before blowing his load in me, their assorted techniques ranging from get-off-as-soon-as-possible to the guys who fucked slow then fast, deep then shallow, swiveling their entry as they moved.
In the moment, it was sheer naughty pleasure, with me coming repeatedly and walking funny for a day or two after. Being told what a great ass I had, how I came "like a volcano," that, wow, I was a natural redhead.
What would mom have said?
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
He was twenty years older than me and everyone else there was in their forties, too. But they were in good shape, in the way that only wealth allows. The men, and some of the women, looked me over hungrily. We made small talk, drank wine, and smoked some pot. One of the women said, "Why are we still dressed?" Then the clothes came off. I was the last to disrobe.
Frank started making out with me on a sofa and pretty soon I felt fingers gently prying my legs open. I looked down and saw an attractive, busty blonde on her knees below me. Frank, normally very possessive, let go and watched as Laura expertly licked my pussy. "You're a natural red," she purred, seeing my pubic hair. I heated up in a hurry and had an explosive orgasm, holding her hands, our fingers entwined. When I opened my eyes, a man was fucking Laura from behind.
Things got wilder from there. I was on the floor, my butt in the air, a man pumping frantically into me as I sucked another man lying in front of me. He held my head down — I didn't like that — and a jet of semen flew into the back of my throat. I struggled not to gag and swallowed it all.
More cocks appeared before my face — long and thick, short, average — and I worked them all, taking a load from each one. Further fucking and sucking and cunnilingus followed, couples, threesomes, me as part of three women making a circle. I was vaguely aware of Frank fucking another redhead, Sue, so I wanted to make him jealous with my performance. The big room smelled of sex.
Afterwards, driving home in his Jag, I felt very ill. He pulled to the side of the road and I barfed what looked like a gallon of semen — although I'm sure it was less. His precious car interior was safe. I was sore for days afterwards after all the fucking. But I was aroused thinking about it, and willing to try again.
Friday, March 16, 2018
My first experience with size was mixed at best. A fraternity brother had led me to the basement during a party and we fucked. I was still lying, miniskirt hiked up, there trying to catch my breath when another shape appeared, unzipped his pants and displayed the biggest cock I'd yet seen.
He climbed on and pushed in. Between pussy juice and the cum in me I was thankfully well lubed. It still hurt for several minutes, then felt better, then really good. After he was done, I saw a line of guys waiting their turn, grabbed my clothes and ran out.
My first anal sex: I know you guys have been waiting for this. Lots of men had wanted to take me in the ass but I held off until I was married. I didn't have many "firsts" I could offer my husband, but this was a big one.
"I want you to fuck me in the ass," I said during a lovemaking session. He got out KY and put me on my knees.
First he entered by pussy and fucked me slow and sweet. I felt his finger slide into my anus, syncopating with his cock moving in and out of my pussy. Then two fingers. Finally, he pulled out and rested the head of his penis against my perineum, then slowly entered me. "Am I hurting you?" he asked. "No," I said, although it was uncomfortable as he fucked me.
I didn't come from this but it was still thrilling, especially thinking of what my uptight family would think of their little cheerleader honor student getting it up the ass. "You're a very naughty girl, Linda," my husband panted, instinctively understanding. He had a violent orgasm and I felt him shooting in me. He stayed there until he went flaccid and we showered together.
My first public sex: This is a tough one. The summer I lost my virginity, I cheated on my sweet boyfriend with a bad boy from high school on whom I'd had a crush. One night we drove into the country and he fucked me on the hood of his muscle car.
It was wildly erotic to be outside, the breeze running across my legs, my moans and screams out there wafting into the woods. But nobody was there. He said he would never get the dents removed from his hood.
The first "official" time was when I was having an affair with one of my professors — common then, but a fireable offense in our neo-Puritan age.
Believe me, I was not being taken advantage of. Anyway, it was winter and the sun had set early. I went down on him and sucked his cock a long time. Then I sat on his desk and he fucked me. After, I saw that a crowd had gathered at a window of a nearby building and had seen the whole thing. They applauded. I smiled and curtsied. My lover was mortified and always closed the blinds after that.
Thursday, December 7, 2017
My first blowjob: I incompetently sucked the cocks of several boys in high school. But the prize went to Christopher, in his new BMW, parked in a car overlooking Puget Sound. It was senior year in high school and I was still a virgin. We were making out like mad, I was very wet, and he started taking off my clothes — but I wouldn't let him. I was still screwed up by my fundamentalist mother's sex admonitions. But I unzipped him and his nice, circumcised dick popped up. I started working on it with a frenzy, and really sucking. It couldn't have been more than three minutes until he moaned and his come hit the back of my throat. I was surprised, but didn't want to appear as inexperienced as I was — so I made myself keep sucking and swallowing. It was thick and salty. I felt wonderfully dirty and came home with semen in my stomach.
My first intercourse: It's almost a cliche, but this was with my steady boyfriend from high-school, when I was on summer break from freshman year in college. Unlike my friends, I didn't hook up in high school. His parents were away, so we used their kingsized bed, he undressed me, climbed on top and gently pushed. I felt him inside me, no pain at all (I had done years of dressage, so maybe that got my hymen). It felt better and better as he fucked me. We made pledges of eternal love, but in reality we were going in different directions. But it was a fun summer of discovery.
My first girl: This was my suite-mate Pam, who had a baby-boomer name like me. She was blond and compact; I was red-haired and long legged. One night we were alone and killing off a bottle of wine when, as the song went, I felt her hand above my knee. Pam was much more experienced. And unlike the muscled boys I'd had, she was patient and loving. She gave me my first real orgasm(s), made me realize I was a screamer and capable of multiples. Although we both had plenty of boyfriends, we kept up our intimacy for two years and have remained friends. She went on to be a soccer mom.
Thursday, July 28, 2016
I'll kick it off with this letter from a reader:
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
But, based on conversations with men friends and readers, not all women are this way. Indeed, some won't allow their lovers to go down on them. In a few cases, she will give good head — but doesn't want to receive.
Over the years, I've had many conversations with girlfriends about this topic. It's led me to offer these reasons why these women are reacting the way they do.
Some are very sexually repressed. They were taught by their mothers that "you pee down there," and their private parts are somehow dirty and off-limits. Certainly to a man's (or woman's) mouth.
Another reason is control. Nothing is more intense than an orgasm from oral sex. Some of these women have told me they don't want to let go that much. They're content with less-intense vaginal orgasms (although mine are explosive, a rarity) or no orgasm at all. These women aren't very highly sexed to begin with, to paint with a broad brush.
A good many had bad experiences with men who went down on them. The men were inept or selfish lovers. When I have an orgasm from a man's tongue-worshipping, I want him to know how to sense how much is too much, or too little — and this changes over the course of the oral love-making.
Finally, some women simply aren't very responsive. For a variety of reasons, they either can't have orgasms or never learned how. The background here can range from the psychological to physical causes.
If your girlfriend fits into these categories, my advice would be to run away. It won't get better, especially if you like the full menu of sex. If she's resistant to receiving oral sex, there will likely be other no-go zones and the sex will die off once she has your commitment.
If she's the love of your life, be prepared to be patient. Try to get her to talk about why she doesn't want oral sex. Can you live with it if she doesn't? I couldn't. But everyone's different.
Monday, April 4, 2016
When I turned 30, my main boyfriend at the time was a theater guy: tall, wavy dark hair, athletic in the sack, horny all the time, very well read and an expert flirt. When he came over to my apartment that night, he said he had my 30th birthday present. I expected him to hand me a wrapped gift. He had something much more memorable in mind.
After we finished martinis, he asked me to put on my high-school cheerleader outfit. I happily complied. It still fit perfectly. By today's standards, it was demure — pleated skirt, sweater. But I have to admit, I still looked sexy as hell in it. "My god, you're beautiful," he said. He brushed back my hair, cupped my face in his hands, and began passionately kissing me. I was already starting to heat up as he ran his hand up my knee to the inside of my thigh, and then I felt his finger pry aside my damp panties and lightly stroke my clit. I shivered and moaned, grinding against him — all the time he was kissing me — until I came.
"That's one," he said, somewhat cryptically.
"Fuck me," I pleaded. "I want you inside me.
He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, gently depositing me onto the bed. I watched as he stripped off his shirt, slacks, and underwear. His hard cock dangled in the shadows. I opened my legs, my skirt spreading on the bedclothes, as he climbed on top and I guided him inside, feeling him fill me up. He was in no hurry, slowly sliding inside. I raised my knees and wrapped my legs around him as he fucked me, first slow, then going faster, deeper. My feet were starting to burn. My moans led into sharp screams as two orgasms overwhelmed me. He raised my legs over his shoulders and was instantly deeper inside. Another orgasm. He was smiling as he pumped into me, slow rhythm, then suddenly fast, deep strokes, then shallow, then deep again. His arms went down to pin my legs against his elbows, and he fucked me like a maniac.
"Let yourself go, babe," he said, a wide smile on his face. As if I hadn't already.
"Fuck me!" My voice was somewhere between a cry and a moan. I tried to fuck him back but he had me totally pinned down as his hard cock went in and out, again and again. My hands ran through his hair, gripped his shoulders. I came again and again, colors streaking the edges of my vision. The usual sounds of traffic outside my windows were lost to me. Then he let out his own cry and pushed into me. I felt his semen filling me. After a few minutes, his cock slipped out and he untangled my legs. I thought he would collapse beside me. Instead, he undressed me, tossing each garment to the floor after examining it, stopping to sniff my panties.
The room smelled of sex. He gently ran his tongue over one nipple, then moved it in circles, and finally started sucking. The sucking became very hard but I loved it. He moved to the other breast and did the same thing, while holding its twin in one hand. Next parted my legs and started sucking my toes. It felt fantastic. I was like a tuning fork, vibrating all over, whimpering almost uncontrollably. I felt his mouth kissing up one leg, pausing at the knee, then moving inside my thigh. I was about to come again when me merely brushed his face against my pussy and started all over again with the other leg.
He was driving me crazy, teasing me. Then I felt his tongue lightly tracing the lips of my pussy.
"No grinding," he said, pulling back. I tried to relax my hips and his tongue returned. I reached out and he met me with his hands. Our fingers intertwined. My entire pelvis caught fire and I heard myself scream again, sharp, sudden. I don't remember every moment after that, only snatches (pun intended): he would tongue-fuck me, going deep inside; his finger stroked my perineum while he licked my pussy — this pushed me over the edge again and again; him playing me, pulling back to lick my vulva and then suddenly hitting my clit again (another explosion); the way he used the facets of his tongue against my pussy, the tip and edges and full on; his ability to know exactly when to be gentle and when to push me over the edge again... My legs were noodles, draped over his shoulders.
After a very long, amazing time, he climbed back on top and started fucking me again. As he French kissed me, I tasted our mingled juices. I was pretty useless, just pulling my legs up naturally and letting him do the work. It was sweet and unhurried and soon I felt the burn coming yet again as I let out a hoarse scream. After he came, he took me in his arms and held me for a long time."That was one to grow on," he said. Yes, he had given me 31 orgasms that night.
I have girlfriends who come one and they're done, and a sad few who can't come at all. I always knew I was unusual in being a multi-orgasm girl — and a screamer, naturally, not any theatrics; I can't help myself. When I've told that story, they can't believe it. But it really happened. And I slept the best that night of my whole life.
Friday, February 12, 2016
In praise of big cocks. I've had a few. Some guys think all they have to do is show up; some well endowed men can be duds, while a responsive, caring man of average size is just fine.
Still, my big boys love it when I get them really aroused, unspool all that cock and then start madly sucking the head and glans with my mouth, while running my hand in a corkscrew motion up and down the shaft. As I increase the urgency of my moves, even the most taciturn guy will start moaning. He knows I want his come.
A well-endowed boyfriend would tease me by calling me a size queen, and it's true that I love a big package. He was a thick eight inches (an honest eight, not just a come-on line). It was a joy just to see and appreciate. I could tease the shaft, glans and head with my tongue, just like any cock, but there was more of it to work with. One girlfriend told me she had a boyfriend who measured 12 inches, and she could only suck the head while giving him a hand-job!
But I'm not a one-note Linda. Every penis has its appeal (although a girlfriend once complained to me that her fiancee's unit was less than three inches; the engagement eventually busted up). Give me thick and average and I can be in heaven. I can get him all the way in my mouth. After the requisite licking, kissing and teasing of his cock, I can start sliding it in and out as I suck, going all the way down, in a way I can't with a larger dick.
It's true that I was once taken and face-fucked by a big dick. He rammed it into the back of the throat, while keeping a tight hold on my head and hair. I had no choice but to take that dick all the way. The surprise and the emergence of my latent submissive side were exciting. But I also thought I was going to keep gagging and just pass out. In general, this is bad manners, to say the least.
Big dicks don't always produce the most semen...and you know I am a girl who not only loves to swallow, but loves big loads. My first high-school blowjobs were guys with average dicks...one with a big helmet of a head (ahhhhh...) and the other with a thick shaft and the head a little smaller (yes, I remember them vividly!). But how they came! I really felt as if I was sucking their taut young balls dry. Yes, youth has its benefits.
So size isn't everything in fellatio, but it doesn't hurt. Most of all, give me an appreciative man, who knows he's getting this wonderful gift from me.