I feel like giving out some high fives today, how about you? If you love your sex life put your hand in the air, yo.
My husband and I have an open relationship and I’ve just recently began seeing a new fuckbuddy and HOLY CRAP.
First, he is amazingly hot. Like, I’m still pinching myself over the fact that he’s into me, gorgeous eyes, sexy smile, amazing body and a perfect dick hot.
Second, he’s actually a really awesome, funny guy and we have a great time together even when we’re not having mind blowing sex.
Third – THE SEX. We have so much sexual chemistry it’s a little overwhelming sometimes. We have an incredibly hard time keeping our hands/mouths off each other. It’s like his dick was MADE to be in my mouth. I have never actually fantasized about giving a blow job before. I’ve always enjoyed and been very good at it, but I’ve never gotten off on it before now. He is amazingly intuitive, I hardly ever have to give any instruction or direction, he naturally does just about everything EXACTLY the way that I like it. He is easily in the top three for best lays of my life (and I was pretty slutty in my early 20s).
He’s a marriage-minded guy (not that he’s actively looking, but he does want that in his future), so I understand that our arrangement has a shelf life, but DAMN am I going to enjoy the hell of it in the meantime! Just needed to brag about that for a minute, thanks!
::internet high five:: without a doubt! I love braggarts. Well, that’s not entirely true, but in the context of ConTuesday it’s utterly true.
There’s a beauty to accepting that a good thing need not be permanent, but on another level, marriage can mean a lot of things. Maybe on the distant day when he finds a primary partner he’ll still get to keep his fuck buddy/ies. After all, seems like he has a role model for how an open marriage can function.
[For context's sake, let me just say I'm a 45 year old bi female so some of this makes some sort of sense :) ]
One of my favorite memories of the last year was my boyfriend and I attending a great strip club and getting a lap dance from a confident, sexy woman who first a) held her bikini bottom up against her cunt so I could see the outline of her clit and inner labia b) pushed it aside and then c) put my hand on her cunt, one of my fingers slipping between her wet lips.
I wish it had gone on longer; it would have been lovely for her to put her cunt on my mouth and I surely would have enjoyed the wetting of every part of her cunt with my lips and tongue.
Ah, cunt, how I miss you. :)
Haven’t made love to a woman for a few years.
Hey, so bisexual visibility day just happened on Sunday. You know how we bisexuals are supposed to be totally great at monogamy so you monosexuals won’t oppress us anymore? Well fuck you. Maybe sometimes we’re gonna miss cunt.1
I’ve had one night stands because relationships mostly annoy me. I don’t think that makes me a whore. I think it means I know what I like and I happen not to prefer the limitations of a closed relationship. There is a pang of regret that I didn’t pursue a relationship with one rather intriguing man some years ago, but that’s one small regret against a huge backdrop of not-regrets.
Having mostly not-regrets is kind of the most we can ask of life, isn’t it? And at that point, people can call me a whore or whatever they like because I pretty much own at existing. And that is damn high-fiveable.
1. I was depressed about not getting enough sex.
2. I am still not getting much sex, but am less depressed about it.
3. I’m XXXXX on XXXXXXXXX, lately.
4. When I XXXX XX XXXXXXXXXXX X, I’m hornier.
5. XXX says I need to XXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX X for my XXXXXX.
6. I like having sex.
7. I don’t like being disappointed at my female partner’s sparse sexual offerings.
8. We are monogamous.
9. I’ve a willing friend whom I’d like to wear out in an almost violently sexual fashion.
I think we all have a friend like that. Mine is a XXXXX XXXXXXXX.
In a way, I have nothing to complain about: Recently, I had two (Technically three) very nice, enjoyable sexual events with three different people, one which resulted in a very intense, new friend who will hopefully visit me again soon, and have the chance for an awesome threesome on the horizon. (*fingers crossed*)
So my sex live is actually quite nice. I know many people who would LOVE to have these experiences.
And I’m happy. I feel loved and desired, something I haven’t felt in a while.
And, yet, today, when I heard about two friends of mine getting their sexy on with each other, I felt really sad and excluded. I used to have a bit of a threesided friends-with-benefits thing with them, but things have not worked out the last few months and distances have grown, mostly between them and me.
So when I heard about them having sexyfuntime, it hurt. It hurt because I used to have a feeling of closeness and connection with then and I miss that. I miss feeling loved and desired by them.
And I hate myself for it. I hate myself for begrudging them their fun, I hate myself for not being content with the cool love life that I have, and I hate myself for actually caring about any of that.
I would love to be happy for them, I would love to hear about their sexual exploits and say, with honesty and conviction, “Awesome! I’m happy for you!”. And I’d love to have my own happiness not be so dependent on whether these two people do the nasty with each other and not me.
So far, that’s not working so well, though.
It can suck to feel left out. If you’re not being a dick to them about it, I would suggest you cut yourself some slack and let yourself feel what you’re feeling and work through it without judging yourself so harshly.
And then go get laid like a motherfucking time agent and report back!
I’m polyamorous. I went a long time without wanting sex with my husband, to the point where he just doesn’t try any more. My boyfriend, on the other hand? I’m wet for him ALL. THE. TIME. It’s weird to me that I can want one guy so much when I want the other guy in my life pretty much not at all. I think it’s the difference in kissing and enthusiasm. My boyfriend will kiss me hard and shove me up against a wall and show me how much he wants me, whereas my husband makes an attempt of some kind, but won’t kiss me and then if I say yes, I have to take the lead. With my boyfriend, I’ve discovered that I like to be submissive and do what I’m told. My boyfriend is of the ‘service top’ variety, and it just works so well! I have the best orgasms ever with him, so much so that I have to get him to stop sometimes so I can breathe. It’s awesome.
::internet high five::
(I too prefer to fuck people who will kiss me. It’s a weird fetish thing I have.)
We ran an errand together. While we traveled, I began touching her in ways not strictly prohibited but never done before between us; I touched her face and her neck and her upper chest. A line had been crossed.
When we stopped, I kissed her neck before we went inside. She moaned a bit. On the way back, I did it some more. I attended to her breasts. We composed ourselves and returned to our lives apart.
::internet high five::, I think. Pretty sure. Yeah.
- Or dick. [↩]