Sunday, January 19, 2014

What I like about Sex

My, it's been awhile since I've been in here. I know, I know, fun blog then BAM she disappears. While I won't divulge my personal life on here, I can say that the last 3 years has been an exciting and rewarding ride, and the future looks amazing. This doesn't mean I haven't thought about writing. I have. I just needed time to live the "other" part of my life.

I'm going to get back into this slowly. A post here and there, but I'll do my best to ramp it back up. I miss it.


Someone asked me recently what I like about sex; aside from the obvious end result. It's a good question. I love sex and everything about it, but here is what it comes down to for me. Sex is raw. It's dirty and messy. It's fun and decadent. It's also intimate and tender. Sex wraps up the basic human emotions and presents them in an atmosphere in which it's ok to show. Sex is where you let your guard down. You let the other person into your personal space, and allow them to see you naked, literally and figuratively.

Of those qualities, I like the raw, dirty, messy part best. I like the complete abandon of losing track of everything else but the other person. Like fucking in the back seat of a car, in the middle of the day, in a public place and being so in the "zone" that nothing outside that moment is even registering on your brain. Not other cars driving by, not the way your body may look, not the sounds you make or even the absurdity of fucking in the car when you're far removed from teenager status. It centers on the primal urge and need to connect with the pleasure center in the brain.

Did I mention the dirty and messy? Sex isn't pretty. Ever really study someone's O face? Seriously though. I love both men and women's bodies. I don't care if there's a little extra fat here and there. I don't care that one breast is slightly larger than the other or the baby weight never quite came off. A beer belly, pshaw. Please, we all have our flaws. I have mine, I'd tell you but that's not the point. I don't care about any of those things. I care about your pleasure. That means I care about touching you all over, feeling you, tasting you and enjoying you. I like the sounds, smells, tastes and yes, messiness of what sex brings. Sweat, bodily fluids, messed up hair, raw lips, flushed skin… just thinking about it turns me on.

And the fun. Sex is FUN! Laughing during sex is ok, in fact, preferred. It might be a hot crazy moment but when your teeth clink together it's ok to giggle. Sex is not a serious sport. At least not for me. It's enjoyment. I'll cheer you on, and encourage you the whole way to the finish line. (I'm vocal but not in a demanding way… unless of course you're in the mood to be dominated)

The other person matters to me. I like giving pleasure more than I like receiving. Don't get me wrong, I love receiving pleasure. LOVE it. However, nothing gets me wetter than the sounds and sights of my partner feeling pleasure. I want to know that my efforts are having an effect. The catch in the breath, moans, fingers tightening in my hair and digging into my skin… wow. And when the other person totally succumbs to the moment -- the complete abandon of the body to the feelings -- I practically come with them.

Call me a slut. Go ahead, it's ok. I am to a degree. I have relationships with men and women. I love sex and everything about it. I've had many partners. I haven't come across anything I'm not willing to try in the bedroom and embrace most of it. I will be your dirty little whore or call you one. I embrace my sexuality. I do have a line though. I don't fuck anyone I don't know. I don't randomly pick someone up at a bar and take them home. I have a relationship with the person, whether it's a friend with benefits or a long term partner, I have a connection. Don't make the assumption that because a woman is sexual that she sleeps around. Call me a slut for that reason and I'll have words for you. Call me a slut because you like the dirty girl in me, and I'll show you just how dirty I can be.

Missed you xxx


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