I saw B walking down Spring St. wearing the same dress and shoes she'd had on the night before. "Walk of Shame?" I inquired. "No, Stride of Pride!" replied B. "There's no shame in sex that good."
The true life escapes of three women living in three different cities across the country.
My new boyfriend has opened my eyes to an entire new world I was unaware of. A world which I have come to realize is much much bigger and widely accepted then I could have ever known. This world is known as BDSM... is a compound acronym derived from the terms bondage and discipline (B&D, B/D, or BD), dominance and submission (D&s, D/s, or Ds), sadism and massachism (S&M, S/M, or SM). The first time I looked into this, I was a bit scared to be honest. To me this has always meant pain. But I am here to tell you how very wrong every idea I had was.
To be in a relationship and be involved in BDSM you have to have 100% trust in your partner I have learned. I think this is something that most people try so hard to find. You have to know that it is role play, that you can be a little forceful but not too rough or mean. You have to know your limits and also know your partners and trust that they will respect yours. If you can get to this point your sex life can become wonderfully kinky in a way you never knew.
Just b/c people partake in this type of sexual behavior doesnt mean that they do it all the time. This doesnt mean that every time they have sex they are being tied up and dominated. Its just like anyone else, you mix it up. If you dont mix it up things can get very boring. Having this amount of trust in your partner means you can always openly express your fantasies no matter how shy you are and know that they will accept them and be willing to do whatever they can to make them become reality.
Have you ever been to a wedding or a baby shower and everyone asks you "when are you getting married? When are you going to have a baby? BLAH BLAH BLAH. Don't get me wrong... I'm sure 80% of us women want the happy ending... but that is the key word... ENDING.
One day I will settle down. One day I will have the house and the kids and the big SUV. Why do I need a man to define my happiness when I am so young? I have amazing friends and family and as long as I go to Hustler on a monthly basis I have amazing sex toys and porn to keep my "single" sex life interesting. Ah sex toys.. my heart skips a beat just thinking about them. They have some wonderful things out on the market these days.
Everyone so often I will call a man like "E" into the picture for a little T & A. But other then that I seem to get everything else I need from other places in my life. Don't get me wrong, nothing compares to having the weight of a man on top of you, but I think at this point in my life that is all I want them for. With friends like Lolita and Maria Elana I think I pretty much have it made. Why does the world want you to rush into a life that when you are there most people always wonder whats next. I dont want to wake up one day and realize I missed my 20's and 30's bc someone told me to grow up.
Now there is nothing wrong with amazing random sex... which I am about to have with an Ex... so stay turned to hear about my amazing sex with Sean.
Why are these 3 words so tempting? Why is it when someone tells you not to do something it makes you want to do it even more? 50 percent of married men sleep with women who are not their wives. 69 % of men have fucked a prostitute. 48 states have laws against sodomy AKA fucking someone in the ass, this could get you a life sentence in Georgia. Yet 60% of men have done this.
Why is it that we are so turned on by things that we "shouldn't" be doing? Why do I need the men I know I should run away from. I love then, I want them, and I really do need them.
Close your eyes for a minute and think long and hard about the last time a man gave you an orgasm. At that exact moment, were you thinking of what you should be doing instead? How you shouldn't be sleeping with that asshole again! Were you thinking about the things we should be doing like having romantic fantasies, walks on the beach, holding hands, dinners for two, bearskin rugs in candle lit room with crackling fires on cold winter nights are the things we have been taught true love is all about. If this is true then why are the highest levels of arousal reached with thoughts that frighten us, piss us off, or overwhelm us? What is taboo, scandalous, off-limits, is exactly what makes us so fucking turned on.
While my dear friends enlighten us on their first sexual experiences, I’d like to share my most recent delicious and enchanting love affair with the most unattainable man, the married man. But before you jump to conclusions, I am NOT a home wrecker. I was completely unaware of his wife and child no less, until very recently. Okay so here we go. For reputation sake for all involved, we’ll call my dashing lad Mr. A for amazing! (I’m already remembering our last rendezvous, where “Amazing “ by Kanye West was oh so appropriately playing in the background. I’ll be sure elaborate later).
It all began over a year ago walking home from my first job in the city, which conveniently is located two blocks away from my apt.En route to and from work is a posh restaurant that is always bustling with valet boys, visitors and annoying yellow cabs. On this particular day I happened to notice one of the men working the street. Tall, tan, tattooed, toned and utterly handsome this unknown valet immediately and unwittingly put me into a trance. After spotting my new crush and knowing where he worked, I frequently passed by, drooling, gawking and fantasizing about him. Time passed, I got a new fabulous gig downtown. The job was amazing but left very little time for a personal life. Needless to say, I didn’t see my crush for a few months, until one glorious day in October. I was on my way home from a quick trip from Cartier on 5th Ave when I spotted my handsome crush in a bodega across the street from my apt! I rushed in, grabbed an unneeded DC, all the while staring at my crush that was only a few feet away. We exchanged glances and I rushed out. For some reason I was extremely shy and timid in his presence. No man has even made me feel that way, why him? Anywho, after arriving at my apt I knew this man had to be mine. So, I grabbed one of my business cards and marched over to his post at the restaurant. I gave him my card and told him to call me if he was interested. His response, “Hi, I’m Mr. A.”
We met for coffee the next day during his break. Mr. A is in his early 30s a model/actor, trainer and former pro snowboarder from the West. From this point on we exchanged texts and quickly discovered our mutual sexual connection. Our texts were frequent and included descriptions of how we desired each other and what we wanted to do to one another. I would get wet just reading his short narratives and eagerly anticipated when we would actualize our fantasies. Now, I’m not a stupid woman and was not going to let this man into my home right away, even though I desperately wanted to. To test the waters and to assure me that he wasn’t a creep, Mr. A would meet me outside my apt for good night kisses. Sweet, right? This charming experience was special; at least it was for me. His lips, always so soft to the touch, like silk. His strong thrusting tongue constantly sent shivers through my body, and we’d both find ourselves gyrating as we continued to kiss passionately in the moonlight.
Our teenaged romance didn’t last very long as our desires and lust for one another continued to grow. We both knew it was time to experience one another. I was still a bit apprehensive about letting Mr. A into my apt, so our first rendezvous occurred during one of his breaks, in a single stall ladies room in his restaurant. I entered first, and then my gorgeous crush. We immediately lunged towards each other, kissing, grabbing, touching caressing whatever body part we could grab. Mr. A then cupped by breast with his beautiful hands and continued to massage them while simultaneously kissing and licking my nipples. His exploration did not stop there. Moving down, he raised my black dress up, pulled down my violet laced panties and continued to lick and kiss my vaginal lips. He then began to thrust his tongue into me. I leaned my head back in ecstasy and I continued to grab his firm ass and throbbing dick. I wanted him so bad and thought about fucking him, but no, too fast. After he teased my body with his tongue, it was my turn to feast on his cuerpo. Lifting up his shirt, I revealed his chiseled chest and structured abs. I pressed my lips on his chest and began to glide my tongue down his stomach, then unzipped his pants to unleash his large and perfect dick. Grabbing his miraculous member with my hand and mouth, I continued to kiss and suck until his was completely satisfied. And he was. This encounter was exhilarating, scandalous and definitely not our last.
And so began my affair with Mr. A. To be continued…
According to mathematical theory, we should date a dozen people before choosing a long-term partner; that provides the best chance that you'll make a love match.
Maybe I do have the right idea.... I feel like everyone around me is in a race to find love and get married. But then what? I don't want to wake up one day and realize I tried so hard to rush love that I forced it with the wrong person.... Time can only tell and you cant rush time.
Sex in the Midwest…. Cornfields…. Hay fields…. Any field that is empty. My story starts at a very young age of 17. Met and instantly fell in love with my high school all star athlete, Luke. We had a great relationship… until I found out his dirty bad habit, 2 years after I had moved 2 hours away from my little quiet country home. Long story short, we got engaged, planned our wedding. One week before the ceremony on the day of my 23rd birthday, I had finally grasped the fact that he was not the one for me. I couldn’t fathom the fact that I was marrying something I had just settled for. I moved on….. Quickly. Never to look back again. This is where my story begins.
I met Brad through mutual friends. They thought we would be great for each other. He instantly asked me out. I turned him down, only to be set up again the next week. We went out for drinks. At that time I was only drinking water…. Never thought I could delve into the “bar scene”, I was not particularly that girl. We warmed up to eachother very quickly, although I did have some doubts in the beginning. Not sure if he was my type. But somehow he enraptured me, body and soul. The first time I was going to experience another man scared the hell out of me, but I wanted him… needed him to just melt inside of me, and we did, the best I had ever had, so good that I almost passed out just from breathing so hard and feeling his every move of his strong hands and his warm mouth… and it goes on. I was one with him. I never felt this way before… I was so excited but so scared that I wasn’t as good as his ex. I constantly compared myself to her, he never brought her up, but the fact that we were all moving in the same circle, and seeing her, I constantly wondered if he thought I was better than her. I competed with her in my head. I am a jealous woman. I can’t help it, must be the hot Spanish blood running through my veins. That was the downfall. One minute we were planning our future, I could see myself in his eye, he wanted me to meet his parents, so much that he took me cross country to do so. It was before that trip that one day I looked in his eyes, and I was gone. Gone. My heart was breaking; I delved into deeper jealousy only to ruin the relationship more. He never knew what was going on inside my head, only because I couldn’t figure him out anymore. He was gone. After the trip in felt like we were getting back the way it was. Till one night I went off on him… he didn’t know it. But I did. I was reading his actions; his words didn’t suffice enough to calm me. Three weeks after our trip, our commitment to each other was done. It was the “it’s not you, it’s me…. Everyone loves you… but I can’t get there.” Those words cut me so deep, I’ve never seen him so upset. Shaking, verge of tears, but relief. Out my door he walked away, with my heart in a thousand million jagged little pieces. I died.
I don’t know what came over me last night.I picked up my phone, typed the words “I want you inside of me” and sent it with no hesitation to E.Time had never passed more slowly then it did waiting for a response.Then I hear the familiar vibrating from my phone.I pick it up to see his response…. He had been thinking about me all day as well.
I was so nervous for some reason.I got ready any decided to let my long blonde hair down.This is something I really don’t do.I usually have it pulled back in some messy up-do.I am a new blonde, it is something bolder and more exciting.I am testing the theory that blondes have more fun, and so far I agree to this.I threw on my jeans, a white tank top which showed off every curve I have, and slipped on my Michael Koors heels.Applied my makeup flawlessly, sprayed my favorite perfume and ran down the fire escape to my car.
It wasn’t the first time I found myself on his doorstep at this hour.I sat there for a moment contemplating what the hell I was doing and if I should run back to my car when the door opened and there he was.All 6 feet3 inches of him in the standing in the doorway, it was too late to turn around.I could feel his eyes exploring me like it was the first time he had ever seen me.He smiled and said hello as he took a step back inviting me into his house.
He poured me a glass of wine and we walked outside to the porch.The view was amazing, you could see the entire city, and it was like I was looking at it for the first time in years and also the last time I would be seeing it for a long time.How can I have something like that in front of my face for 25 years and never appreciate the beauty in it until I decide to leave it for the West Coast.I looked at E and thought the same thing about him; I passed up an amazing chance because I don’t open my eyes.Three years of playing cat and mouse and never giving him the real chance he deserved. He knew what I was thinking, and out of no where told me it was “ok” and put his hand on my waist and pulled me closer to him.The way he touched me made me feel like a well desired woman.He grabbed my hand and led me into the kitchen to pour me another glass of wine.
I was sitting on the kitchen counter as he walked over toward me with my glass.He set it down beside me and placed himself between my legs.He grabbed the back of my neck and drew me closer to him.His lips were amazing, everything I was wanting them to be.It’s amazing how much you can miss someone’s lips.He tasted amazing and just made me want more.It was hot, erotic, passionate, sexy, sensual, carnal, amazing, satisfying… all these words and so much more describe what I was feeling at that exact moment. There is something very exciting about the alpha male; this is an extremely sexy breed of man.The ones who know how to please a woman as if they knew what you were thinking.This was not my first taste of dominance but things were heating up very quickly.The only thing I could do was be completely submissive to him and just let him explore every inch of me with his mouth.I gasped at he arched my back, lifting my hips off the counter as my jeans hit the floor.He lifted my arms and pulled my shirt over my head.I slid down my navy blue lace panties and threw them at him, I could feel him get harder through his pants.He adored me and I felt so desired by him.I liked the way he would stare in my eyes and tell me that I am amazing.
The sex that night was amazing and I do hope I get to experience it again before I head off on my cross county move….Ill keep you update :0)
