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Done! They really are quite sexy and awesome, aren’t they?

Just before Christmas break is my favorite kind of year, because my professors always give out candy canes and I can watch and see who I think would be the best at oral sex.

(P.S. There’s this boy in my stats class- not terribly attractive, but ohh boy, if he’d do to my clitoris what he does to that candy cane…)

I love the way your mind works.

I woke up this morning soo wet. I wish I could remember what I was dreaming!

Not to assume I know your business or anything, but it was pretty much definitely a sex dream about Data from Star Trek: TNG.

Goddamit, Cupie, you’re so fucking hot.

Best confession ever. Okay, I’m lying. The actual best confession ever can be found here, but I do like this one. It has a certain something…

Not a sex confession but…

I am so in love with my boyfriend that all I want to do is wrap myself around him at night and fall asleep against his chest.

And that is scarier to me than any sex confession I could possibly make.

This is more adorable than a baby in a manger. By way a lot.

I’ve always been a cock-loving lass, but there’s this girl at my coffeeshop… when she smiles all I can think about is how the inside of her thighs would feel against my lips.

Raise your hand if you suddenly wish you worked in a coffee shop.

Give the gift of a juicy secret.

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I am so proud of the sex mirrors in my new bedroom! That is why people put mirrors on double sliding closet doors, isn’t it?

Sometimes I’m going about my business in daily life and I think “Hey, QP, you realize some people will only have sex with the lights off? That’s a terrible commentary on how society makes us feel like shit about our bodies.” And then I’m all like, “Whoa, self. I guess I didn’t think about that. I normally think of people as having sex with other human beings, but maybe you’re right. Maybe some of them do have sex with “the lights off”, whatever that means. Thanks for pointing that out.” Then, I refuse to talk to myself for the rest of the day for some weird reason. I am touchy.

But to answer your question, yes, sex is the reason for all mirrors! It also helps you figure out if you’re fucking a vampire, which can be helpful.

Have scads of lights-on fun, will you?

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about wanting to get involved with other couples.. threesomes where I learn to suck cock, for the right motivation, feature prominently. But my wife, she’s not so into the other women thing.. at least, not yet.

Hooray for group sex fantasies!

That “yet” in the last sentence worries me just a little, though, so I’m just going to play devil’s advocate here. Some women are straight. Not bi. Not at all. No matter how many bisexual/pansexual/omnisexual/queer women you know, no matter what Alfred Kinsey said, some women are irrevocably and permanently not so into the other women thing. Period.

Of course, it’s very possible your wife has expressed bi-curiosity, is shy, and you maintain a reasonable level of hope that someday she’ll choose act on it. In that case, the paragraph above wasn’t for you. It is for anyone reading this who thinks they might be able to coerce someone into experimenting against their orientation. I feel inclined to point out, though, that even if your wife is straight she may well have no problem with the idea of an MFM threesome.

Hi! Thank you for publishing my confession– I nearly spit out my tea when I saw it, which would probably have alarmed my brother and father (they’re watching TV in the same room…we’re not that close as a family!). Thank you so much for your comments too, they were really kind and nice! And I wanted to let you know that since then, I’ve had a one night stand where the guy came around 4 times, and I’m now going out with another guy, and he’s, well, definitely happy! So thank you!

I think you’re referring to the third confession last week, and if so I am so happy for you! And I know these things are relative, but it sounds like you might be seriously awesome in bed, so you get a giant internet high five from me!

Dear QP–I just have to confess that I love to give my man a blow job in the morning. If it leads to something for me, I’m for that too, but sucking on him and bringing him to orgasm just starts the day out right.

This probably doesn’t have to be a secret, but I’m damn glad it’s a ConTuesday confession because I get to administer another internet high five! At quizzicalpussy.com, we adore generous lovers.

The pic you used for the ”Rubbing one out” post…girls like that are totally responsible for me identifying as ”heteroflexible”.

She really is delicious, isn’t she?

I like reading about group sex, one girl servicing several guys, but it’s not something I would ever want to try.

Here’s what we do: I will service several guys, write about it here, and then you can read about it! Everyone wins.

Okay, probably not, but I’m tempted.

At this very moment, my husband is asleep beside me with his arm around me, holding onto my boob. Every few minutes, he giggles in his sleep and starts to play with it. He sounds so adorable, it’s making me laugh and want to jump him at the same time.

This makes me want to hug one of those chow chows painted to look like a panda because that’s how cute it is!

I’d like to have raunchy phone sex with the guy who voices the character of Brock Samson from the Venture Brothers. In character, of course.

HOLY SHIT YES. I feel like it would be more shocking if you didn’t want to have phone sex with Patrick Warburton. I mean, do you realize you could have a threesome with Brock Samson and The (live action) Tick? You could even get some Rip Riley action in there. Heaven! brb fapping.

And while I’m busy with that, why don’t you send me a sex confession, dear reader?

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Dear God I hope so. Let the cycle begin!

I was goofing off with my boyfriend and generally having a tickle fight, when I somehow convinced him to let me stick a vibrator in his belly button (his prime tickle spot).

I highly recommend doing this. You (probably) won’t get off, but it is hilarious nonetheless.

File this under ”Weird-Assed Things to Do With Sex Toys”. =P

It’s Monday night as I compile this ConTuesday, and I just had a huge dinner of homemade beef shawarma and hummus.  So I guess what I’m saying is that there is no way in hell I’m sticking a vibrator in my belly button right now. But I will have to remember to try this because now I’m curious and it sounds hilarious.

If anyone else wants to send suggestions for weird-assed things to do with sex toys, maybe I will try them when my stomach doesn’t hurt! Maybe.

When I was a wee lass of 18, I had my artist younger brother/bff draw me something pretty so I could get a tattoo. It was a flower, and after careful consideration of where I was and was not likely to gain/lose a lot of weight, I chose to have it done on the small of my back. Several years later this turned into a trend and became known as the tramp stamp. At first I thought ”fuck you guys, I love being a tramp and this is a very reasonable place for a lady to get tattooed.” But, over time, the idea of the tramp stamp has worn on me, to the point where I now feel ashamed to have this thing that I once thought of as a beautiful expression of affection for my brother. On top of that, I feel ashamed for feeling ashamed because I know it’s a sexist and ridiculous way of characterizing a piece of body art. Nonetheless, it makes me feel anxious about revealing my body to new sex partners. Ugh.

I bet it’s beautiful.

My boyfriend doesn’t want to marry me and it makes me so sad.

In other words, I have the most stereotypical girly-girl problem ever. If he found out how much it means to me he’d feel bad but he’ll never change his mind, so what good’s telling him? I don’t have anyone I can confide in. Which of my badass feminist friends, some of whom can’t even legally marry their partners, am I supposed to bitch to about this one?

Straight people and gay people and even badass feminist people are allowed to want to get married to the people they love. It might never happen with your current partner if he really isn’t interested in marriage, and that will either have to be okay or a deal-breaker eventually, but your desire is valid and there is nothing wrong with it. Also, I think good friends have the ability to care about your problems in the context of your life, without needing to necessarily compare situations. They want you to be happy, right? And this is making you sad, so I suspect they’d be there for you on this one.

A while ago I had a crush on this guy who was really into X-men. Wolverine was his favorite. It never went anywhere, but I did have this reoccurring fantasy about blowing him while he was watching X-Men Origins: Wolverine (the movie made to make Hugh Jackman take his shirt off) since that was the closest I would I ever be able to get to a threesome with him and Wolverine. Sadly, I don’t think he would have appreciated my line of reasoning.

I bet a lot of guys would secretly appreciate your line of reasoning. If you want Wolverine in addition to someone rather than instead of them, doesn’t that mean they can, in one sense at least, hold their own against Wolverine? And isn’t that pretty boss? Or is that just my twisted nerdy sex logic?

Tell the world something about your sex life. Who knows what (or who) will come of it?

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But, for the sake of argument let’s say I was Sexy Carl Sagan for Halloween. In fact, I’m probably still in costume right now, as you read this. Pondering the cosmos. Probably. And here are some anonymous internet confessions that are probably mostly, but maybe not entirely, unrelated to Halloween. But they are all related to The Universe. Remember, if you want to confess a sexual secret, you must first invent the Universe.

So, my girlfriend and I had snuck into a park late at night to have some fun. We were in the middle of things when we heard voices from further up the path. We quickly put our respective parts back in their respective holders and wandered back. It turns out that a group of teenagers, fresh from grad had stumbled into the park to hang out. We exchanged awkward pleasantries and went our separate ways.

At least until they were almost out of sight. We were fucking again before they even turned the corner. Public sex is much better when there is a public that might see you.

Our species needs, and deserves, a citizenry with minds wide awake and a basic understanding of how sex in public works.

I desperately wish I could get release. I’ve tried sex with men, women, people I loved, some I liked, some I’d just met. I’ve tried it rough, sweet, and with most every toy you can get in a typical erotica store. Masturbating does less than nothing for me. There’s nothing wrong with my libido, though. I’m pretty much constantly horny. I’m MARRIED, I GAVE BIRTH without ever having an orgasm. I felt pretty ripped off during that. My husband tries so hard, but either it just starts hurting really, really bad after a little while or it doesn’t do anything at all. My mind kind of wanders and I start thinking about whether or not I should go grocery shipping tomorrow.
My doctor gave me a prescription to ramp up my libido. So I was super horny and still completely frustrated. My therapist said it was a medical problem, see the doctor.

Okay, I’m going to stop being Sexy Carl Sagan for a minute and tell you I hope this happens for you. I wish I could help somehow. Not in a creepy way, I swear. Sexy Carl Sagan is never creepy.

I have a really hard time being ”in the moment” during sex. Don’t get me wrong, it feels so good, and I usually have an orgasm (often several) but I can’t stop myself from being distracted by minutia. The weirdest things will pop into my head and I will go down a thought train of randomness, then I will be like, ”shit, he’s going down on me, pay attention!”

I feel like a big fake. This is why I love drunk sex.

We live in a society exquisitely dependent on science, technology, and booze, in which hardly anyone knows anything about science and technology. Booze we have a pretty good handle on.

I was a little depressed about how little sex that I was getting from my wife, so I decided to keep track. I began sending myself emails whenever I’d get any sexual activity, or whenever I was turned down from overt requests that I made to her. I’ll admit that originally, I did it to keep track of the turn-downs (I was pretty unhappy about the situation), but I’ve been using it more to gleefully note the successes, lately. I put the emails into a folder marked ”SexLog,” and note the date of the event in the title. (sometimes it takes a day or two to put it up.) Then in the body of the email, I describe the event. Sometimes they just say, ”Normal sex. Missionary. I initiated. Both came. Quick.” But sometimes I’ll go into explicit detail, and going back to read them, it’s kinda hot.

So it is that my SexLog, which I originally created out of a bit of spite, has actually become a rather positive thing in my sex life. I have several times rolled over in bed, gasping and covered with a sheen of salacious sweat, thinking, ”I can’t wait to write that one up!

Sadly, a count of the last 9 months shows that we average right at one sexual encounter (BJ, HJ, or PinV) a week. That part is still kind of depressing.

When you make the finding yourself – even if you’re the last person on Earth to see the light – you’ll never forget it. You have it pretty damn good, is what I’m saying, I guess. Of course, Sexy Carl Sagan would also like to get laid more than once a week, so Sexy Carl Sagan feels your pain.

Confess your sexy secrets here. Perhaps it will make you feel not-quite-so-small in an indescribably vast cosmos. I mean, at least it couldn’t hurt.

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I have not been smiling much lately, you see. There are reasons and back stories, but this is ConTuesday, not MopeTuesday, which is not even a real thing. Anyway, just thinking about going another day with my rib cage aching and my throat burning makes me half die from boredom. How dreary.

So at some point today a rock band will probably come find me and beg me to be their frontman. Or I’ll finally get that pony. Or something awesome that I’m not even inventive enough to expect will happen. Or brilliant orgasms.

But failing that, I’m going to read some anonymous confessions that are happy. And they will fucking well make me smile today.

I snooped.

My boyfriend loaned me a hard drive so I could get some videos from it, and I looked at the personal files that were on it. Old emails, school essays, and notes he’d written to himself.

I found two things that shocked me.

The first was that he was exactly the man I’d thought he was. Even in his little notes he’d never meant anyone to read, he was kindhearted and openminded, sincerely religious and never judgmental, and truly, deeply seemed to care about being a good person. Sure there was porn and stuff, but as a human being, he had no dirty little secrets at all.

The second was photographs of the bruises after he had been assaulted. It’s hard to describe the sorrow and anger I felt seeing those.

I’m so sorry your boyfriend was assaulted. That’s not the part that made me smile. And I do not condone snooping, certainly not, but for some reason reading about you discovering secrets that make the person you love even more beautiful to you? That just fucking kills me. In a good way.

My boyfriend is great in bed, and at times, when we really get rolling, he’s absolutely amazing. The other night, he started off fingering me, which we don’t usually do for too long, but that night, for whatever reason, it just had me coming and coming and coming. Almost continuous rolling orgasms, and they didn’t stop when he stopped fingering me and started fucking me. Fifty minutes later I was so hyper sensitive that the fan blowing on my legs was nearly making me come, with no other stimuli.

I guess all I’m trying to confess here is that my boyfriend is awesome because he recognizes what’s really getting me off in bed and works it well, and that I had truly amazing sex the other night. So it’s not a confession, it’s a brag… those are allowed right?

Hell. Yes.

Last night I was masturbating with a g-spot vibrator and got off so hard that I ended up in an infinite orgasm loop–every time my vagina contracted, it pressed against the still-vibrating toy and set off another orgasm. I feel like I found a glitch in the matrix.

If you had the choice between the sex matrix and eating that goopy stuff and going to underground raves with smelly hippies you’d so pick the sex matrix, right?

Or is it just me?

Sometimes we’ll just be sitting on the couch watching TV and she’ll brush her hair back with her hand and I’ll think, “I am the luckiest guy in the world. Why is the most amazing woman on the planet watching Castle reruns with me? Is this some kind of mistake?” But I know better than to tempt fate by asking out loud. I just tell her I love her instead.

In all fairness, Castle’s a pretty okay show. Also, awwwww.

I’ve always been a cock-loving lass, but there’s this girl at my coffeeshop… when she smiles all I can think about is how the inside of her thighs would feel against my lips.

Thank you thank you thank you for this.

My boyfriend has never been able to orgasm from oral sex–ever–and we’re both fine with that. But this weekend, we had a houseguest and were trying to have very furtive, quiet sex. I sucked him off to orgasm! My swallows were my victory laps.

The best part: He called the experience a ”revelation”.

Internet high. Fucking. Five.

QPeeps, you always find a way to make me happy when skies are gray.

Confess your sex secrets here.

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So, because most men (as well as some women) happen to have prostates, before September ends I want to mention that it’s prostate cancer awareness month. Check out Ambulance Driver’s blog to learn about Kilted to Kick Cancer. He’s been promoting it all month by wearing a kilt around town, spotlighting other bloggers doing the same, and raising money for cancer research.

So check that out. And enjoy today’s ConTuesday devoted to penises, prostates, and health!

Did I mention that kilts are sexy too? That’s not even a confession. It’s a fact.

On to the confessions:

Not too far out I guess, but for ME it was…

Told my GF she could fuck me in the ass with a strap-on if she could find one with a small enough dick (had part of my rectum removed due to cancer and just can’t fit much up there). Let her (actually, begged her…) to finger me deep in the ass while she blew me. It was pretty good.

There are smaller dildos specifically for anal play that you can use with strap-on harnesses. For instance, the small version of this Silk dildo is 4 1/2 inches long. Might that work?

I’m a guy of average size (or at least what the internet calls average), and it has never really mattered to me.

R recently bought a realistic dildo (it squirts!) over the internet, and was quite startled by what came in the mail. The thing is -huge-.

Queue a bondage session with my blindfolded girlfriend, who has previously expressed reservations about my size, and was horrified by this thing. I got it out, and after working up to it, inserted – and within short order she had arrived at what was visibly the best orgasm of her life.

Size had always been a nonissue for me, but I do now have a deep desire to be able to do that to her without outside help; I am now insecure where I wasn’t before.

Some kinds of orgasms require props, much like some sports need specific equipment. She’s never going to give you a prostate orgasm with just her pussy, for instance, unless she has a genuinely singular anatomy.

The thing is, you gave her the best orgasm of her life while using an inanimate object. Now go tell Lance Armstrong he’s a loser because his bike’s doing all the work.

I could be happy with my sex life even if I never penetrated my wife again, as long as she still used the strap-on on me. There is nothing like a prostate orgasm. If you’re too uncomfortable with your sexuality to try it, I pity you.

Prostate orgasms are reportedly so awesome that I can really only curse my horrible luck being born a woman and try to content myself with the six or seven types of orgasms I actually get to have.

Also, I sincerely hope your wife is as into strap-on play as you are if you ever seriously consider making that your only sexual staple.

Last Friday I fucked this girl I’ve been scheming on. It wasn’t very good and afterwards I wished I hadn’t. She had a thin-lipped pussy, which I thoroughly licked (licked, not LIKED, as I like pussies with big fat flappy lips). She required that I wear a condom and then didn’t even blow me afterwards. She hadn’t fucked in 3 yrs, so now of course she is all in love and shit, even though prior to fucking she just said all she wanted was a hard cock, not a boyfriend.

In point of fact, this girl is smart to insist on a condom. Your sexual health benefits from it as does hers. But you probably already know that.

Good luck finding lusher lips, my friend.

I was just diagnosed with cancer and for the first time it truly depresses me that I may die a virgin… and soon. The closest I ever came was sending a woman(?) I “met” online a photo of my dick, and she said it was “a perfect cock”. I printed out that chat transcript and kept it folded up in my wallet for months.

I’m so sorry you’re dealing with this illness. I sincerely wish you a speedy and decisive recovery, and plenty of fucking in the immediate and distant future for you and your perfect cock!

Do you have a confession?

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We came to a consensus that however fun it is to give and receive them, they’re particularly good as a warmup for intercourse. This is how Laramy and I do them about two-thirds of the time, probably. But not always. I also love those times when I get to make him come.

Penis-in-vagina/ass intercourse is unique for me because it feels like we’re making us come¹, giving each other simultaneous and reciprocal pleasure. Sure, I normally get to have more orgasms, so maybe my partner feels differently, but I round up to Team Us. Most of the many fantastic and varied other kinds of sex tend to have less of that particular “simultaneous and reciprocal” element for me. They can still be awesome, of course.

I can get off just from giving a blowjob, but that’s a completely different feeling than climaxing through intercourse. The stimulation is less direct, largely mental. When I come that way it feels more like I’m really bringing myself there, although I’m getting some of my favorite sort of help with that.

Laramy, on the other hand, once told me he generally doesn’t get off from blowjobs at all. Liked them, he insisted, certainly wasn’t planning on turning any eligible offers down, but he just didn’t come from oral sex. He said this after the first time I made him come in my mouth, though. Surely he was rearranging his belief system by then. Because I’ve never known him to lie to me, I see no reason to think that it was just a line to make me feel like a god damn sexual Tyrannasaurus, although it did. Oh, it did.

Anyway, back to Viola’s bed. There are limits, she are I both agreed, on just how long we’re willing to suck cock. At a certain point you wonder what you’re doing wrong, and why your jaw needs to be punished for it. Perhaps we were making my boyfriend nervous. While Laramy can and does come from blowjobs, he admittedly tends to take a while to get there sometimes. This is part of why it can be preferable² to just transition to fucking. “It’s not like I take that long,” he reminded me.

“No,” I agreed. “Sometimes it can be a challenge, though. It’s not like I can get you off in, say, four minutes or something.”

That’s when Laramy started to remove his pants. Enthusiastically. “Let’s see!”

“I mean, I’ll suck your cock for four minutes, sure. Happy to. But I doubt you’ll get off.”

“You’re on,” he grinned. The pants were off, the penis rampant, the challenge accepted. One doesn’t say “I’ll suck your cock for four minutes” to this man and expect him to laugh it off. Viola offered to time us. Laramy reclined on her bed, pants abandoned, head in her lap.

“All right then!” I probably didn’t say out loud, “I came here to suck cock and chew bubblegum, and luckily for your cock, I’m all out of bubblegum. Because otherwise, ouch.” My eye was of the tiger. Four minutes wasn’t long, but I was going to do my damnedest to make sure it was long enough.

I’d never strategized a blowjob before. Would a little preliminary teasing help or harm the cause? Should I mostly suck and bob, or concentrate more on doing that thing with my tongue? I did my best. Laramy might have been playing with some Viola boob.

“It’s interesting to watch from this perspective. This is what I’d see if QP were giving me a blowjob,” I heard her say³. He was getting close at this point.

When Laramy came in my mouth, I got that little jolt of triumph I always get, even when we’re not going for the four-minute blowjob title. Giver of Orgasms and Swallower of Seed am I, and mighty shall be my reign! Rawr, bitches.

“How was that for time?” I asked Viola in an all-business tone as soon as the cock was out of my mouth. Laramy, still blissed out from his orgasm, found this hilarious.

“Just about four and a half minutes. I was going to stop you, but I knew he was getting close.” High fives happened all around. We hadn’t quite made blowjob history, but it was hard to call it anything but a win, considering.

Between you and me, though? I probably would’ve gone longer, if need be. You know, for the team.

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1. I’ve heard rumors that you can have sex without having or even trying to have an orgasm, and that it can be splendid. I honestly wouldn’t know anything about that. Sex without any orgasms seems like a frustrating endeavor to me.
2. For my jaw and inside upper lip.
3. Note to self: remind her that I willingly service strap-on cocks as well.

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My darkest fantasy: My girlfriend dumps me for another guy, or I walk in on her having sex with another guy (or really any other variant on that theme)

Then through some twist of circumstances, I am at her mercy, and she forces me to give him oral sex or clean up after he finishes on her after making me watch (or really any other variant on that theme)

I have never really felt betrayed, and I wonder whether I fantasize that way because it’s such a reversal of the way my life actually goes, or whether I’ve never felt betrayed in my life because it couldn’t possibly live up to my wildest expectations of betrayal.

This kind of cuckold fantasy is pretty common. I tend to think the human mind and human sexuality are too complex to necessarily be able to explain the things that turn us on, but when has that ever stopped anyone? And seriously, why should it?

I just engaged in a solo session out of literally nowhere in which I suddenly discovered that vaginal walls are really sensitive if you press them from the outside kinda through the outer labia, damn near fisted myself somehow, and finished by jacking off with a Nexus and imagining it was my own dick.It was so awesome I have to tell someone. I am bursting with weird excitement, here. But my girlfriend’s at work and nobody else I know wants to hear about that. So I’m just telling EVERYONE indiscriminately through the power of ConTuesday.(I kinda needed it too…as-yet undiagnosed chronic pain conditions and holidays and periods and back spasms really don’t mix. But damn, if I don’t feel fucking amazing for just right now.)

Indiscriminate relation of mindblowing fapping sessions: one of the many purposes gladly, giddily served by ConTuesday.

I hope your health issues are better now, or at least diagnosed and getting treatment.

Also, I’m trying that pressure-through-the-labia thing, so help me.

When I masturbate I pretty much always swallow my own semen. Sometimes the whole lot, sometimes just a little. I equate it with biting my nails…

This totally reminds me of something that should probably be a confession itself because it’s sort of weird and I don’t want everyone to judge me. But whatever.

I once (years ago) formulated a plan to induce lactation on myself and see how long I could just live off my own breastmilk. I probably would’ve tried to go through with it, too, if it weren’t for the fact that I’d have had to wake myself up in the middle of the night to pump in order to get the milk flowing, if it even worked at all. I must’ve been so super bored back then.

This has next to nothing to do with the semen eating thing, which strikes me as a much nicer habit than nail-biting, really.

There’s a woman I really like. She has an amazing heart. And she’s the best kisser I’ve ever kissed. But she also has saggy folds of flesh that I’ve never encountered in a date before. Not fatter than I’ve seen, but droopier. And it bothers me. I can sort of see past it, but looking at her doesn’t have the effect on me that either of us would prefer.

There’s another woman I’m dating. She has a great body. In my heart it seems like she’s much too pretty to be interested in me. Objectively, I can tell that’s not true, I’m a handsome man and she’s not the prettiest woman to have hit on me by a long way. But I’m so insecure that deep down I can’t accept her interest at face value, and I have trouble getting close to her.

BTW, both girlfriends know that there are other women but not anything about them

I guarantee you that there are people out there who will be attracted to Woman #1′s body just as it is, as well as her heart, all while appreciating her amazing kissing prowess. Offhand I’d say she probably deserves exactly that. I think everyone deserves someone who’s genuinely attracted to them rather than someone who’s just overlooking their appearance. Maybe that’s naive. I also don’t care.

The thing that strikes me most about this confession, however, is that I have no idea if Woman #2 has a damn thing to offer besides a hot body. I think everyone deserves someone who’s genuinely attracted to them rather than someone who’s just interested in their conventionally hot appearance.

Hopefully you’re one of the good someones for one (or both, if you’re poly) of them. If not, don’t beat yourself up. You don’t owe anyone your attraction. In that case, I hope you move on and find the right person/s for you.

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List of firsts for my Much Younger Lover
- having sex on a regular basis
- oral sex, giving or receiving
- giving a girl an orgasm
- showering with a girl
- having sex in the shower
- tying a girl up
- probably some things he didn’t tell me were firsts!

List of firsts for me with my Much Younger Lover
- orgasm so good all I could do was quiver and giggle for several minutes afterwards
- playing the older, knowledgeable teacher role
- enjoying sucking a guy off
- being tied up
- first time in a long time, feeling sexy and desired for who I am

This is awesome. I think most good relationships probably have a couple happy firsts like this, sexual or otherwise.

I’m graduating in a few weeks (Mid-May) and having a really hard time focusing for the final stretch, so my dominant partner made some rules: No orgasms if I haven’t met my homework goals for the day and no RPGs until I hand in my last assignment. It is the nerdiest use of his power to command me but makes me feel super loved – and also super productive.

I bet you killed it! Because orgasms are the best incentive.

I got my first vibrator, the lelo Siri and loved it.My boyfriend wholeheartedly loves it as well.Sadly we are currently in a long distance relationship and have been for about a year and 4 months. Needless to say, lots and lots of webcam sexing occurs. As time goes on, I find myself needing a more uh, ’filling’ playtime so I started looking into vibrators. The jack rabbit seemed perfect, but the batteries, and the rotational pearl things dying, oy vey.

So i’m getting a feeldoe stout. And the boyfriend is more excited than I am about it after he had a bit of time to let the thought settle. Many a fun webcam session shall be had with our new feeldoe. And many a fun session will be had when we’re alone for the first time as well.

Also Quizzikins, I have the same fascination with penises too. Your blog about your feeldoe kind of sealed the deal for me. xD

Do you just love your new feeldoe? I bet you love it. My relationship with my feedoe? Just sort of works.

I’ve been okay (not great) with past partners.

My current girlfriend, however, states in no uncertain terms I’m the best she’s ever had. I have managed to give her nine (possibly as many as twelve, we both lost count) orgasms in a single run, which seems good, and I rarely give her fewer than three. But I don’t feel particularly skilled, I’m not particularly large, and I don’t use any advanced techniques (and wouldn’t know what an advanced technique would even look like; rotating my hips counterclockwise and thrusting every quarter rotation?); the significant thing seems to be that the curve of my penis positions me to hit her g-spot perfectly.

I do one thing consistently, however, which is to start sex off with oral (getting her close but not finishing her, as that leaves her too sensitive to continue). This gets both of us quite ready and primes her for the first – subsequent orgasms are much easier for her to achieve. This shifts the ”usual” numbers from 1-4 orgasms to 3-7.

I can say that starting with oral has a similar effect on a lot of women, often myself included. Of course, the one sex tip that pretty much always works is asking your partner what they’re into and experimenting together.

My girlfriend tells me that she and her friends occasionally compare sex lives on the odd girl’s night out. I’m probably way too proud of the fact that she always has the best sex life at the table!

It depends who her friends are. If she’s going out with me on girls’ night, be proud. Trust me, be very proud.

Go out, have awesome sexual adventures, and then tell me about them, okay?

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“No,” I answered, remembering that I hadn’t chosen the emails based around any particular subject or flavor. Upon skimming through them again, though, I had to say “Wait… yes! There is a theme!”

“Is it winning?” he asked, “like Charlie Sheen?”

“Yes. Yes it is,” I said. And it was pretty much exactly true. Today’s confessions are about winning.

This is the girl who made a new year’s resolution to have sex at least once a month, reporting back. The bad news – between significant illness and other crap, it’s early March and sex still hasn’t happened this year. The good news – I’m finally WANTING sex occasionally again, and we’ve been intimate in ways that didn’t lead to sex. I think I’m going to look on the bright side and call this progress.

I love updates! This one is from the fourth confessor from this post.

I think that it’s major progress. I definitely understand how hard it is to feel sexy and be sexual when there are health issues (and this can be true whether those issues are yours or your partner’s), so yes! Look on the bright side. Resolutions are made to be approximated anyway.

There is a man who I’ve had sex with. He’s probably the most sexually compatible person I’ve ever been with thus far. I would never EVER date him, our lifestyles and life goals would not allow a relationship to work. So we are just fuck buddies. We are both fine with this.

I’ve fucked two of this best friends and he’s fucked multiple of my close friends. We both give good references for each other so we can get laid.

It is the most stable and sane ”thing” I’ve ever been in.

I think this sounds a lot healthier than most of the relationships I’ve had and a large proportion of the ones I’ve seen. There’s a very specific term for what’s happening between people in a physical relationship when they try to get each other laid. That term is Unconditional Fucking Love.

My wife doesn’t favor doggy style, but she knows that I love it and if she wants me to orgasm fast, that is the way to do it. Sometimes I have trouble getting the right angle while inserting but last night I slid in on the first try. She was impressed. I told her that ”I’d say that I’ve been practicing, but that wouldn’t be right”. We both had a laugh out of it. She normally doesn’t like jokes while we’re having sex (I understand), but it was awesome to have a moment of intimacy joined with impromptu humor. I love her.

This is adorable. I love those moments when a couple gets to push the boundaries of their sex life while being completely comfortable and sweet. They can be rare, but they are amazing.

You know you have a major Dirty Harry fan for a boyfriend when you’re blowing him and he’s looking over to the movie for the best lines.

You know you gave a fantastic blowjob when you tease him about it afterwords and he says ”Wait, the movie was still on?”

You kind of had a standoff with Dirty Harry. And you won. That is truly winning, isn’t it?

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