ConTuesday! Getting more laid.
ConTuesday is go!
My goal is to have at least 1 sex partner for each year I’ve been on this planet. I am currently 4 behind and haven’t had a new partner in over a year. This makes me, and my vaj, sad. My birthday is next month and I hate that I will now be one more partner farther from my goal.
I’ve met a lot of men in the past year. dated a few of them. I’ve even been physical with a few of them but I just can’t close the deal (I’m only counting PinV partners). Now, to make matters worse, I have a ”gentleman’s wager” with a girl at work who is trying to catch up and making quick progress.
Whoever thought it would be this hard for a vaginally gifted person to find some new D?
Are you by any chance picky about such things? Because I am, and if I only count penis-in-vagina sex, my number suddenly plummets, which doesn’t help my street cred. But on the plus side, I’m not putting any penises where I don’t want them, which I consider more important. But I wish you all possible luck finding appropriate candidates.
If you want to game your system you can consider changing planets, I suppose. May take the pressure off?
My love is halfway across the country. We haven’t seen each other in months. Before we had to go long distance we were working (slowly) towards anal sex, with toys and such. It *really* turns him on, which is good enough for me on non-painful things but the glorious orgasms he’d give me to augment anal play have trained my brain into equating something in my ass with a happy thing so while I don’t get off from it it is a nice sort of horny glow.
I’ve been working on it on my own since we’ve been separated because I don’t want to have to start over when we finally get to be together again, and I’ve discovered a couple of things:
1) A plug in my butt and something in my pussy at the same time is really hot, and
2) The idea of turning him on that much from halfway across the country is so fucking hot for me that I’ve been mildly wet since I ordered a new plug that I’ll be able to progress further with and wear more comfortably for longer a few days ago. And refreshing the tracking page madly. Hurry the hell up already, package!
Seeing someone so into their partner’s pleasure and sexually giving is warming the cockles of my heart. It’s like those little books with inspirational quotes, but for perverts. Keep being awesome.
You know what would be so very cool?
If, like, to play a joke on all of us, you just kinda inserted a professionally-done picture of a nude woman, like you do lots of times in your posts, and then didn’t tell anyone for a long time that one of the pics that you had put up was of you. So it’s like putting yourself on display, but not really, because you’re not letting people know that it’s you.
And really, that would be quite hot, knowing that we’ve seen you, and likely been turned on by the sight of you, but not knowing which or how or when. So there’s that to contemplate.
Woman has sex blog. Says she’s not going to get naked on her blog, even if it makes life seem harsh and cruel. Says public nudity is threatening in a world and seems vague and uncertain. Readers say, “Solution is simple. The nude model Pagliacci has lots of pictures online. Go find and use those. That should prick us up.” Woman bursts into tears. Says, “But, readers… I am Pagliacci!” Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drums. Curtain. Fade to black.
I started sobbing right after I read your post, “We’re Not Fucking Like People Today.“ It is everything I want and everything I’ve been feeling for years. Effectively I haven’t had sex in five years and that was with the person to whom I lost my virginity. The dry spell was due to a combination of opportunity, passiveness, an assortment of hangups (some valid some not), and general ‘fraidy-cat-ness. I was crying partly out of hunger pains, but mostly out of the profound relief that I may soon break this fast.
I want to punch everyone in the goddamned face who thinks I’m a “nice girl” because I’m inexperienced. I want to take a sawed-off shotgun to people who think “an attractive girl like [me]” can just get it whenever she wants.
I’ve held a candle for a friend of mine for years (and he’s felt the same way all this time) and we finally started dating a few months ago. He’s one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever met. Quarterback-of-the-football-
team handsome, chiseled features with blue eyes. He’s all of six feet and exquisitely muscled. I’ve fainted from his beauty, jumped flustered from it, and laughed at it, the ridiculous smoothness of his golden body. When he wants to kiss me he does this thing where he cocks his head like a submissive wolf and kisses me from below. He gets that playful look on his face which I now recognize from when he first tried to kiss me three years ago. It was the day before Thanksgiving and I had stopped by his place to drop off a donut for his roommate. He made me a cup of tea, and we sat down and talked about our families. He rubbed a kink out of my neck. I finished my tea and washed the mug as I hummed a few bars from the song Fever. I dried my hands on my baggy corduroys, put on my backpack and held up my hand for a high five. That look. He cocked his head like a submissive wolf and leaned in. I turned my cheek because I assumed he was aiming there. He never let on that he was trying to kiss me though. He just wrapped his arms around me and my backpack and swung me around a bit before dropping me off at his front door. Now I know what that look means and three years later, I’ll never make that mistake again.
So far our making out has felt like a time portal to a teenage life I’ve never had. He’s far more experienced than I am and he’s my age (mid twenties), but he feels so young when we’re making out. His fingers fumble at my waist and all at once he’s eager but unsure. His kiss jumps on me and sweat pools in the small of his back. He breathes hard and his eyes are screwed shut. He lets me leave hickeys on him. He’s not my usual dominance fantasy, but there’s something innocent, sweet and deeply sexy about how turned on he is when I kiss his shoulders and slowly grind on him. We tend to giggle when we tumble into his bed together like we’re still stunned by the idea of finally touching each other. “Is this really happening?” I have a feeling we’re both thinking it.
He has no idea what I like in bed, I think he assumes and he’d be wrong. I have no idea what he likes in bed, I think he’s vanilla but he could just assume I am. We have yet to be naked in front of each other. I want to fuck him. I want to know what drives him insane and I want to see if he’s game for what turns me on. I want to see the look in his eyes when I tell him. I want the thrill of seeing him reach for a condom. I want our half-drunk mugs of tea and pretense on the nightstand to turn cold as we feverishly screw until the wee small hours of the morning. Maybe someday we’ll even have sex like your post. I’m seeing him tomorrow. The anticipation is killing me.
Wait… you actually fainted because he’s so hot? I’m so fucking happy for you I’m not even going to express concern about your blood pressure or anything. Come over here and get your ::internet high five::, champ.
I used to use sex fantasies to deal with chronic pain.
I don’t actually get off on pain, but since it’s already there, I thought I might as well sexify it. I used to have all kinds of glitzy wank-fantasies where I was The Most Gracious of Painsluts and there was a kind husky-voiced dude was telling me it’s going to be okay.
Then I fell in love with a kind husky-voiced masochist, and now, when my pain meds don’t work, I ask if I can beat the shit out of him. Usually, he lets me and LET ME TELL YOU, QP, THIS WORKS SO MUCH BETTER.
(and then we cuddle like the sore sex creatures we are, and tell each other it’s going to be okay)
Your creativity is inspiring and marvelous, and if beating people didn’t sound like a prohibitively tiring approach to my chronic pain issues I think I’d start looking for a masochist to call my own with a quickness. I think I’d like to try cunnilingus as a treatment option, though…