kiss me

i love love love kissing. making out can be better than sex sometimes. no lie. i generally judge the attractiveness of men by whether or not i'd make out with any given one. my darling boy? yea, i'd keep my lips smooshed on his nonstop if i could. kisses mean something more than sex and can convey a lot more too me

hesitation. aggression. determination. despiration. experience

a kiss should make you weak in the knees. it should make your thoughts a little cloudy. it should be comfortable, natural and all over swoony

the first kiss is always special; for me, it's now vital to everything else. my first boyfriend was hesitant. i know i should've just kissed him, but i was hesitant, too. he was my first first. in the parking lot of a pep boys, which still makes me giggle. kissing him was so addictive he once made a joke about magnets in our lips... my second boyfriend wasn't much different. but i was far less hesitant going in for the kill with him. on two separate occassions, my college roommate walked in on us making out... random hookup #1 and boyfriend #3 were both aggressive and sloppy. they have a few things in common, but the biggest difference was underlying meaning. one lacked experience; one was desperate. in both cases, i brushed it off and neither situation ended very well. lesson learned... my other random hookups didn't send up any red flags. granted, in one situation i was inconsistent in my desire, one i was too drunk to care and one i was too distracted. and then came J...

the first time he kissed me was so gentle and sweet. it was slow because he was being polite. i melted completely. the second kiss was a bit more determined, and we ended up in bed. every kiss after that has been so lovely. however, nothing will ever compare to the one that swept me off my feet. i started falling in love with him that moment, even though i didn't realize it

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miles apart

last night, i curled up by myself for the first time in days. J left towards the end of the football game so he could have a few hours at home to do whatever. i miss him and already moping around. i have no one to cuddle with on the couch. to steal kisses from. to wake up in the morning with the promise of breakfast or blow jobs... we had a good week/weekend costume shopping, lunching with my mom and hanging out with more of my favorite people. i just wish it didn't have to end; it always feels abrupt. the distance sucks most when it's time to say good bye

first thought after he left "when's my next free weekend?" second thought "we haven't had sex since friday". party prep kept me busy all of saturday, and some guests stayed over that night. so all sexual activity was put on hold until they left. CZ left last, around noon. well J, as soon as he was done breakfast, turned on the pregame show. his choice :p the NFL trumps a lot in my life. so once the game started, everything else was put on the back burner. make outs are reserved for commercial and injury breaks only. my boys were on a bye, but my next fave team was struggling. if the game hadn't been a nailbiter, i probably would've taken J to bed at halftime. then he left at the 2min warning in the fourth. my guys lost, and my boy left. so much sad in my afternoon

not that no sex is necessarily sad. it was just an interesting observation. when i go up to see him, i usually leave two hours later than intended because we get caught up in something and then have sex. one time i ended up staying an extra night because i was too exhausted and it was already 1am. having to drive to work from another state was not fun. i don't think we ever have last minute goodbye sex when J comes down to my place... regardless, i'm going to spend the next few nights happily breathing in his scent before drifting to sleep. i'm also going to keep in mind all the sex we managed to have in the first half of J's visit (not a ton, but enough)

slumber party

a couple weeks ago, i attended a slumber party. not a "pillow fight, let's braid hair and talk about crushes until 4am" slumber party. a "sex toy, tingling lube and share handjob tips" slumber party

NB is a new consultant so she roped her roommate into hosting a party at their place. it was a very small group, which made things more interesting. i've been to a few parties in the past (hosted one), and there's usually far too many people to pass much around. so you don't get to touch, taste or smell as many products. on this occasion, we got to experience lots of everything. i still managed to avoid being the sole guinea pig to put something minty on my nipples or clitoris, while everyone else applies to the arm. but i did have to hold the cock between my legs while everyone threw rings at it like horseshoes. embarassing and hilarious... unfortunately, i'd just gotten a tattoo the day before so my funds were a bit low. i ended up getting toy cleaner, a book, sanitary wipes and lube*... and i booked a party :) not that i expect a ton of my friends to show up and buy stuff, but i think it'd be fun for everyone. who doesn't love giggling over blue dildos that stick to the wall? i might scope out the website a bit beforehand to decide on what i want. i already know i'm getting $10, which is a tiny bonus :)

if you've never been to a toy party before, you definitely should. they're always a hoot. grab some wine, some friends and remember to always test the merchandise

*anal-eaze. i'll let you put that together on your own

sweet dreams

sometimes i have these dreams... not really what i would classify as sex dreams but dreams with sex... the dreams always have the same faceless, generic person and similar scenarios

i am trying to accomplish something (menial things like making coffee), and suddenly he's there and i cant get at him fast enough. part of my brain is focused on the task. part of my brain is focused on fucking him. but there's never any actual sex. it's all foreplay and dry humping. i somehow have 5 hands; im tearing at his clothes and pouring water into the coffee pot all at once. never losing my balance (because im not quite standing) or missing a shirtbutton or anything.

he completely envelopes me and i smell taste breathe nothing but him. i want to mesh our bodies together so his ribs hold my lungs and my heart sends blood to the essential areas of his body. he's not just inside me; he is me... i dont know if i can completely describe what happens or how it makes me feel but i miss it.

i dont wake up feeling frustrated or satisfied by the dream. i just have this lingering feeling of closeness... of passion and intimacy

secret sexy

i find random things about my man sexy. hot guys are great, but it takes a little bit more than that to sustain me...

i love when he says my name. on the phone? eating dinner? in the middle of fucking? doesn't matter. my heart will skip a beat and my insides will turn to mush when he utters those two syllables. he knows he has me before he even finishes, and i will want him intensely immediately after. insta-orgasm when he half moans into my ear while we're already entwined. petnames are cute, but my name has power

i love when he cooks. he doesn't even have to be a good cook or create an elaborate meal. spaghetti with plain sauce? sure. i just love watching him standing over the stove, making sure everything is just right. it doesn't hurt that kitchen sex is my favorite. sometimes i want to tell him not to set the table because i want him to bend me over it while the water boils




i love when he's being sweet for the sake of being sweet. he patiently listens to my disjointed rambles when i'm needlessly freaking out about us. he rubs my feet under the blankets when im starting to get a little cold. he laughs with me when i get the post-orgasmic full body giggles, and cuddles me when i'm done. he holds my hand with absolutely no prompting or sneaky hand placement when we drive. he says genuinely sweet things to and about me for no other reason than he believes they're true

i'm lucky to have found a man who fits me so well without even trying. i'm looking forward to this weekend, and potentially expanding my sexy list

welcome to the bedroom

madam* - "a woman of refinement, a woman in charge of an establishment"

mimi* - "a hot chick with long hair and big jugs"

well that's a little right... because this is not the blog of a refined woman in charge of an establishment. i warn you now that i am no lady. i love sex, and i love talking about it. but it's not all getting laid. i love the emotion and intimacy behind sex. i also like discussing sexuality. the goal of this blog is to combine all my favorite taudry (and not so taudry) aspects of sexuality

won't you come to bed?

*definitions from dictionary.com and urbandictionary.com