Flirting From A Thousand Miles Away
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Posted:Aug 11, 2012 9:34 pm
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Okay, seriously... what is in their heads?
Every single day, I get flirts from women who are hundreds and thousands of miles away from me. No follow-ups, no messages, nothing else from these mysterious women... just a random flirt from across the U.S. or even across the ocean. It really makes me wonder what they're thinking? Are they serious? Are they just hitting every profile with a flirt on the off chance someone will respond? Do they REALLY think some guy will be desperate enough to fly across half a planet to get laid? Are they fake profiles hoping to convince some poor slob to give them their info over the Internet? Seriously, who ARE these people, and what are they thinking?
Hell, the first thing I check when someone flirts with me is how far away they are! 'Cause frankly, anything more than 100 miles or so had better be a quality lady for me to do anything more than ignore them. And unless I get a message from someone within that 100 miles, that flirt will most likely have no further response than a flirt back, or a message if I think she's particularly suited for me. And even THEN... a hundred miles is a good hour and a half drive, and that's hardly close enough for a decent FWB relationship. Honestly... booty call. Maybe once a week or once a month, but just a booty call.
My preference for FWB's, of course, is within a town's distance. I'm in Manteca, so Stockton, Modesto, Ceres, Tracy, Lathrop, cities roughly that distance are all perfectly acceptable and zero hesitation on that score. We start going farther than that... Lodi, Turlock, Livermore... I'm going to be judging on a case-by-case basis, but I'd probably go that far for a quality FWB. Further than that, though... booty call. I just don't see burning the gas, the time, the money, or the effort just for sex on a regular basis.
Now, if I'm going to be in the area for a while? That could be doable. For example, I often find myself in Paso Robles for a week or two at a time. Why not hook up with someone I've been chatting with, or a "summer-romance-fling" kind of deal? I kinda wish I had some sort of business in Phoenix, AZ... FlirtyOne61 and I have been chatting up a storm, and she's one lady I'd definitely break my rule for. 
How about you? What are your thoughts on flirts from a thousand miles away? What is YOUR maximum distance for sex? For a regular FWB relationship? For a booty call? Would you make that epic journey for someone on here that you just find irresistable?
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I Get Lucky In The Oddest Ways.
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Posted:Aug 9, 2012 11:33 am
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I did a "first" last night... I took my 18-year-old to his first strip club.
He had a lot of fun, and I think I may have opened his eyes a little to women and sexuality. I was smart about it, I was teaching him what to do and how to be polite and nice to the dancers. My best friend went with us... Bob and I eased him into it. He got several lap dances (so did Bob and I. ), and we had a lot of fun.
But this post isn't about my discovering how awesome it is having a beautiful woman dancing sexy for you and rubbing her boobs in your face. This is about what happened to me.
I have amazing luck with strippers. I have no idea why. I don't hit on them or anything, I just treat them like I do everyone else. When a dancer is dancing for me, I treat her like I would a girlfriend... tenderly, gently, sensually, and as if she's the only woman on the planet at that moment. When one sits down in the club and talks to me, I just be myself. But apparently... being myself works very well in strip clubs.
I have NEVER left a strip club without hooking up with one of the dancers. Ever. Either I walk away with a phone number, or a date, or the two of us go off somewhere private for a little tryst, or something along those lines. Every single time. Last night was no exception... here's what happened.
We walk into the club, and it's pretty slow... we got there pretty early. Bob couldn't stay past 10pm, and since the club was nearly an hour and a half away (I took my to Centerfolds in Rancho Cordova, easily the nicest strip club in Northern CA), so we got there roughly at 6:30pm. Bob and I like to pace ourselves, and we taught my to do the same... wait and watch, look for the dancers that really catch your eye, spend your money wisely, and spread out the dancing unless you just find one you really click with. So I was somewhat surprised at myself when Bettie walked up on us as we were sitting down.
Now, normal response for me is, even if she's super-hot, tell her to come back later once we're settled. Rule #1: Watch and Wait. But Bettie caught my eye, mostly because she looked a lot like (and named herself after) Bettie Paige, the pin-up model from back in the day. Not your typical bean-pole dancer, but not heavy at all... she had some heft to her, but it was sexy-heft, not flabby-heft (you know what I mean?). She had lovely hair, great breasts, and a very friendly smile. We chatted, and I broke Rule #1... I went with her within the first minute of sitting down.
I don't regret breaking that rule for an instant. Bettie and I kept chatting, even while she danced for me (it was a touch-dance, so that was even better... holy cow, she was hot). At one point, the dance stopped being a dance, and it got very slow and intimate. It was obvious that this wasn't a dance anymore... it had become a seduction, and I'm not really sure who was seducing whom. I'll tell you this, though... she broke a cardinal rule: she kissed me. I kissed her back, it was intense. She suddenly broke away, looking incredibly embarrassed.
"Oh God, I could get in a lot of trouble for that!" she said. No one was looking, though, and if anyone had been watching in the hidden cameras that are all over that VIP room, no one said anything that I'm aware of. She also smiled afterwards and said, "Oh, who cares? It was worth it. Are you single?"
After the dance, she went back to the table with me, and we kept talking. To my surprise, she told me her real name very early on... something a dancer usually keeps to herself unless she really trusts someone. A half-hour later, we were still chatting and getting along famously. It turned out we both really liked karaoke, and she liked to sing in my town! She commuted over an hour to sing in Manteca, go figure. We exchanged , and I have a date with her on the 19th for a karaoke party. Bettie got off work a little while later, and she stayed with us for a while just hanging out. It was awesome.
Bob, who knows very well my amazing luck with strippers, watched as Bettie left the club with a smile and a wave. We looked at each other, smiled, he shook his head, and said, "How the hell do you DO that?"
Beats me. I'm not nearly that good anywhere else. But I'm not done.
We hang out for another couple of hours, watching the dancers, talking, occasionally getting lap dances, and just having fun. There's one dancer who had been gettng monopolized by a guy since we'd come in, and she was incredibly beautiful. I kept an eye out for when she finally got free, but the guy kept her attention for a good hour or more, buying her drinks and getting dances. I couldn't blame him... she was really cute. It wasn't until her turn came to dance onstage that the guy finally left her alone. She actually looked relieved, even if her clutch-purse was bulging with cash from the guy.
Her name was Jocelyn, and "smokin' hot" would be an understatement for her. To my amazement, this woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties was actually 37... very much within my typical dating age! I think she had seen I was keeping an eye open for her to be free, because once she was done dancing onstage, she made a beeline for our table. I took her offer up in a second. Again, we chatted on the way there and a little at the beginning of the dance. That's sort of my usual way. But as the dance progressed, talking stopped. It got hot. Really, really hot.
Now, in my entire life, I've never spent more than $80 on a single dancer. Even Jade, an extremely hot dancer in Michigan that I met during Bob's bachelor party, whom I hooked up with later, whom had the best hair I've ever felt on any woman anywhere and a body that made the other guys at my table actually drop jaws... even she didn't manage to get more than $80 out of me. I am usually pretty good about casting my net wide on dancers. Jocelyn shattered that record completely.
I won't tell you how much money I spent. It's a little embarrassing. Let's just say I started with a fair amount, and had to go to the ATM later. I'll leave it at that. But I will say this... money WELL spent.
Jocelyn and I both seriously got into it. I can usually tell when a stripper is just moaning and squirming as part of the dance, and when it's real... Jocelyn started with the fake, and progressed quickly into real. She was touching me in all the right places, and at multiple points she went way farther on me than she was supposed to. She let me go MUCH farther on her than she was supposed to, too. Towards the end, the dance had progressed into less of a dance and more of a mutual masturbation as both of us got very caught up in the moment. I felt her orgasm on top of me with a shuddering half-moan, half-squeal, and she lost her balance and fell on top of me. I caught her, she didn't get hurt, but she looked a little flustered and embarrassed. I'm paraphrasing a little here, because I was a little lost in the moment myself, but she said something like this:
"Wow, that doesn't happen often to me in here." she said. "God, I feel like I should be paying you. That was hot!"
I'd pretty much run out of money by that point (again... SOOOO worth it), but she didn't want to stop. She looked around like she didn't want to be seen, and said "Look, I can't dance with you without getting paid, they keep track on the cameras. But do you want to sit in the main room and talk for a while? We can play a little there."
Uhhh.... can I get a Hell Yeah?
For the next half-hour, I became the guy monopolizing Jocelyn... only I wasn't paying her a cent. We talked about her other job (she's into real estate) and my job, we talked about our , and we held hands and touched knees and pretty much everything else we could touch. She also told me her real name, which by that point wasn't too surprising. We exchanged , and... that's when she dropped the bomb:
"I'd love to see you, but I'm kind of dating a guy right now."
Awww... damn it! Any guy who's been to a strip club knows that line. It's a fact that many exotic dancers have boyfriends and husbands, so it's not usual that this kind of thing comes up... but it's also a line they use to fend off horny guys thinking to get laid. Now, she gave me a real number (I sent her mine by phoning her cell), and we really hit it off well, so I'm going to go on the assumption that it wasn't the brush-off line, but a genuine regret. And she also followed up with "If things don't work out, though... I'll call you."
Hmmm. Well, we'll see. I'll text her every so often to keep my memory fresh in her mind, and we'll see what happens. The worst that happens is nothing. The best that happens is I end up with easily one of the most beautiful and sexiest women I've ever imagined. Where is the downside in this scenario?
So... that was my night. Stephen had dances until he ran out of his own money and the money I gave him. Bob enjoyed himself, then went home and ravaged his wife. I dropped Stephen off and paid a visit to my FWB, who was awake, waiting, and more than willing to work off this tension I'd found myself with. And yes, she knows about my getting two . We're friends. It's cool.
All in all, one of the best nights I've had in... well, ever. Fantastic FWB sex, hot strippers rubbing themselves all over me, two potential prospects for dating with incredibly beautiful women, great quality time with my ... yeah, best money ever spent. I'd spend it again.
Huh. Maybe I need to spend more time in strip clubs...?
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Marshmellow... Lilypad... Lion.
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Posted:Aug 8, 2012 2:03 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2013 10:13 pm
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I was watching an episode of How I Met Your Mother today. I own the entire series, I really like the show. One of the characters on this series is a guy named Marshall, a man who is studying to be a lawyer and engaged to a woman named Lily. In this episode, they had broken off the engagement, and Marshall was really busted up about it. And he said something that kind of touched home with me.
"Look, I'm really good at being a boyfriend. I'm really good at being in a couple. But I really suck at being single. I hate it, I'm no good at it."
That's not verbatim, but it's close enough. And it got me thinking about my own adventures in dating. Marshall and I have a lot in common here.
I'm not very good at dating. I always feel awkward, I never know what to say, and I usually end up either talking way too much or going overboard with trying to impress. I always just want to get to the comfortable stage of dating, where everyone is already good with being in their own skin. But you can't just skip to that step. You have to get there, and that only takes time. I hate that part. I realize that it's a necessary step, but I hate that part. I just want to be me, and instead I have to watch my every step... one wrong thing, and that girl is gone.
And I wish I were kidding here, but I'm not. It's literally THAT delicate. You say the wrong thing, you make the wrong move at the wrong time, even if you open yourself up and be vulnerable at the wrong moment... it's over. You missed your shot. That's how fragile a beginning relationship is in our microwave-based society, where everyone expects excellence from the outset, or it's bye-bye-where's-the-next-one-in-line?
Think I'm kidding? Let me tell you about the last several first-dates I've had. With one, we connected at almost every level. We were both into each other, it was obvious. Things were going incredibly well, and she even invited me back to her place. Then, I told her I was temporarily living with my parents due to recently losing my job. It's a temporary condition, a few months at best. She was done, date was over. I was shown the door; not rudely, but definitively enough. I dared to be honest, and I got kicked in the nuts for it. In a year, when I start teaching full time, I'm going to call her up, tell her how successful I am, and how wonderful I'm doing with the incredibly hot lady I'm with... the one that DIDN'T bail on me when times were a little rough. Hopefully, I'll have one by then...
With another, we had a terrific date, everything went just about perfectly. I called her the next day, we talked, and everything went really well. I made a date with her for the next night, she was down for it...hey, how great is this? I texted her that night, just saying hi. She told me I was smothering her and the second date was off.
Huh? Did I miss something? One wrong move hosed it up. I went too fast for her, I guess. Relationship over.
I showed up for one date I'd made with a woman I'd met online, and she took one look at me and said, "You're not six feet tall." Well, of course not... all of my profiles say I'm 5'9", because that's my height. I told her as much, nicely of course. It didn't matter. She was pleasant enough, but she couldn't get past the height thing. She thought I'd lied to her. Finally, I broke out the phone, brought up my profile online, and showed it to her. She said, and I quote: "Oh. I guess I misread it. Well, I'm sorry, but I just can't date anyone under six feet." She then stood up, said goodbye, and walked off.
I got slapped once for attempting to hold a date's hand. Not grabbing her ass or feeling her up in any way... for holding her hand. Seriously? Date over, relationship killed at the outset.
I tried to get a good-night kiss from one date that went very well. Great conversation, lots of laughing and smiling, terrific lady! One would think the evening had gone well enough for a quick good-night kiss, right? She not only recoiled away, she looked shocked that I'd dared to try and said, "Whoa! Kinda fast, don't you think?" She never called me again. Over before it began.
Oh, I'm sure there's more to the story than I'm writing here. After all, this is all one-sided... mine. But why are people in such a rush to assume someone is completely bad just because they make mistakes early on because they're so nervous?
One Internet Scholar said it best... "Never assume a first date tells you everything you need to know about a person. In fact, assume they're going to make mistakes. A lot of them. After all, first dates are a little nerve-wracking. People who never make mistakes on a first date are the ones to worry about, actually... players plan out every move, so they won't screw up their play; as a result, they look like a perfect catch. They aren't. They're just smooth talkers. It's the ones who make mistakes on their first few dates that are the genuine article."
I guess I just don't do well at first impressions. I'm only average in body and looks, I'm too smart for my own good, and I guess honesty and open communication only sounds good once you're already IN a relationship, not when you're forming one. I'm an acquired taste. I'm one of those guys who screws up and makes the dumb mistakes.
But I'm really good at being in a couple. I'm really good at being in a relationship. I give great boyfriend. When I was engaged and married, I made it a point to give her flowers on occasion just to remind her that I was thinking about her. I did romantic gestures, I sang songs to her, I would go broke taking her to romantic getaways, I give terrific massages. I love doing all that.
The problem is getting a woman to that point... I suck at it.
We've all judged on first impressions, of course. We're human, after all. First impressions are powerful ones, and they tend to stay with us until the person in question screws up royally or does something insanely awesome, and it changes the impression. It's one of the main reasons why guys play The Game. We know the power of the first impression.
I hate The Game, though. That's why I just be me. But it's also why I strike out with women a lot. At least I play to win, not just to score.
What do you all think? Are you good at dating? Are you a player, out to just nail the opposite sex? Or maybe not a player, but you're just good at doing the dating thing? Or are you like me, and stink at dating, but you're terrific at being in a couple? Or are you one of those rare individuals that are good at both... and NOT a player?
Comments, as usual, are welcome.
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Posted:Aug 2, 2012 12:51 pm
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I was originally not going to write on this, but I kinda feel I should. I think maybe it might help some people out there in Blogland.
I'm a nice guy. I treat people with respect. I do things for people without expecting anything in return. I'm polite. When you look at my pics and see me in reality, I'm unassuming and generally smiling, easy-going and laid back. Most people look at me and think, "Lion is a good guy. Seems kind of naive and gullible, probably never been in a fight in his life, rarely argues. Nice guy." This is generally followed by the thought of "Push over. Wuss. No spine. Bet he'd fall over in a stiff wind. I can walk all over this guy." Most people think this about me. Employers prefer this kind of person. It engenders trust and friendly attitudes in others. I'm a likeable guy.
So I get a little chuckle from people who try to act on those thoughts. I just smile. I WANT them to think I'm a pushover. It makes kicking their ass later that much easier, both physically and verbally.
For those who don't know, I'm a soldier. While I'm not a professional fighter, I've been trained in both Brazillian Jujitsu and in a specialized fighting form taught to Mobile Forces in the Air Force designed to stun, cripple, break free, and if necessary draw a weapon and kill while the opponent is incapacitated. I've been on battlefields, and while I haven't actually killed someone in combat, I've had weapons pointed at me in anger and with the intention of killing me. I've been in many street fights, generally started by people who thought I was an easy target... I've never lost, and as you can see, I still possess all my teeth and no major scars. I have fought for my life unarmed against an armed burglar in defense of my . I am more than capable of tossing around people twice my weight and dropping them without breaking a sweat. Actually, the only people I'd be in trouble fighting hand to hand are professional fighters... they'd most likely drop me as easily as I'd drop others. I'm one of those "in-between" fighters.
So it was with a surprised blink and a little laugh when I went on a first date with a woman a few months ago, and she got up in the middle of the date and walked off, saying "You're too nice for me... I need a real man, not a wuss." I rolled my eyes and let her go. Frankly, that kind of woman isn't looking for a "real man"... she's looking for a dominant asshole to order her life around. God forbid a nice guy treat her like an equal.
But it also kind of pissed me off. It's one thing to be a nice guy and be under-estimated... after all, I'm a bookworm and I want to have a career as an English Literature teacher, so it's not like I'm a biker with tattoos of skulls and wearing leather and spikes (although I've been thinking about getting a lion tattoo lately...) and slap women around calling them "my bitches". But to arbitrarily label me as less than a man simply because I'm a nice guy? Because I choose to treat people with respect rather than demean them and stomp on them in order to build up a pathetic self-esteem? I have to act like some macho shithead to be called a man? Really?
This is mainly to the ladies, but also to the men... NEVER assume that Nice Equals Weak. Granted, there are nice people out there for whom their meekness and civility is covering a fear of confrontation, but you're a fool if you assume everyone out there who is nice is a pushover. I've left a lot of assholes in my wake who made that assumption and discovered their error too late. And just because some guy is flexing his pecs and talking loudly about how awesome and tough he is, that doesn't make him worth more than the air he's wasting. In fact, those guys are usually the ones covering up their fear behind a facade of swagger. Same goes for women... the loud, brash, ready-to-pick-a-fight-with-anyone girls with a chip on their shoulder are actually more afraid than you are. They're all bluster and blow, a yapping little barking at a bear. They want you to think fighting them isn't worth the fight, that you'll come away worse than they will.
Most of the time, it's all bluff. Anyone who knows even the basics of fighting will destroy them.
But I guess my question is this: are women really THAT put off by a nice guy that they're willing to throw him over simply because he's not Bruno Beefcake? I've encountered this problem many times in the past, where women complain at the top of their lungs that they want to meet a decent guy who treats them like an equal and respects them for who they are... and then throw me over for some prick with money or is better looking, and treats them like shit. They say one thing, but are willingly dating/engaged to/married to the other.
Frankly, if that's the kind of woman they are, who needs 'em? But what's the deal? We're in a society where intelligence and mutual respect and dignity is supposed to be what every woman supposedly swoons for, and Cro-Magnon Man still gets the girl. What gives? I'm a reasonably attractive guy, intelligent, thoughtful, respectful, larger than average dick... why am I getting thrown over for the jerks just because they have muscles and money and act like macho shitheels? Repeatedly? Got news for ya, ladies... the vast majority of those guys with huge muscles and fancy cars have really small dicks. Not kidding. Do your psychology homework.
I could use some insight here. I'm not planning to stop being a nice guy, and I'll be damned if I'm going to perpetuate the image that "Asshole Equals Awesome, As Long As He Looks Good". What are your thoughts? Are you attractive to "Pretty But Jerk"? Would you go out with a guy like me?
Yes, that last question is a not-so-subtle hint...
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Music Doth Soothe The Savage Boobs... errr... Breast!
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Posted:Jul 30, 2012 2:50 pm
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2013 10:28 pm
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A big thank you to FlirtyOne61 for this suggestion! I hope someday to play music for her and I...
What is it about music that stirs our primal self? Heavy percussion that pounds through our bodies; light trills and airy melodies to get our moods cheery; fast-paced anthems and crescendoes to stir the blood and make us feel alive and active... music fills our hearts and minds like few things in the world do.
Music makes even the worst dancers want to move their bodies to the rhythm. Undulating, hips pumping, knees bending, hands roaming, booty shaking, pressing body to body in an almost pseudo-sex right there on the dance floor. It doesn't take much to move together in a sensual rhythm, and music makes it happen. It's actually hard-wired into us to dance to music, and the more primal and sensual the music, the more likely we are to give in to the lust of the pelvic thrust. Hell, some raves are built around that very thing... to build the passion of the music and the dance to such a height that men and women are all but fucking on the dance floor, and some even do! Strippers could just as easily grind their hips without music, but isn't it so much better when the music matches the sexy mood they're creating?
And music during sex? Oh yeah... you know it! Music during sex can be epic. The right music can make romantic sex hotter, wild sex wilder, kinky sex more kinky, and produce feelings in the most prudish of people to enflame their desires. Almost every woman I've ever had sex with prefers music playing in the background. I know mothers of certainly do... to drown out their moaning and panting so the don't hear!  But having music playing can heighten the mood better than alcohol, and makes for great foreplay.
My ex-fiance' really liked Spanish Riviera music (I think that's what it's called), she thought the guitar picking was hot. I had a girlfriend who would only have sex if there was acid-metal grunge music blasting at volume 10 in the room. Vicky would only turn on music to drown out her passionate cries from the down the hall, and actually preferred quiet so she could hear my breathing and moans better... can't say I blame her, I like hearing that from the ladies, too. I knew a guy who said he liked female pop stars singing while he had sex, because he liked to imagine he was having sex with the pop stars. One girl I knew insisted on having the New on the Block playing during sex... proabably for the same reason.
Personally, I like Enigma and other music of that genre playing during sex. I don't make a point to turn it on, but if it's playing, I find myself seriously turned on by it. It's a primal beat with a vibrant flow, practically pulsing with sexual energy. I also like upbeat and passionate music during sex... gets your energy level up, and gets your mojo workin'. Can't go wrong with the romantic music, either... who doesn't like to fuck to the tunes of Barry White or the crooning of Sinatra? And if you haven't tried having sex to classical music... oh BABY, are you missing out! Classical music and sex were practically MADE for each other! Highly, highly, HIGHLY recommend it! I suggest looking into CD's of classical music that specialize in romance. Best money you'll ever spend.
How about you all? Do you like music to pleasure your partner by? Do you have a favorite? Do you use music to protect your privacy, or to make great sex even better? What are your favorite songs for those special occasions? Do you like alternative, rock and roll, , R&B, classical, heavy metal... polka?
Don't worry... I'm not going to write you a love song 'cause you asked for it... 'cause you need one... you see...
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Sweet Nothings In My Ear
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Posted:Jul 28, 2012 9:37 pm
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Ah, those little things we all say to each other before, during and/or after sex... I do love them. Unless you're the type who doesn't like talking at all during coital bliss (which, if you are, I feel bad for you... you're missing out on a delightful level of the sexual experience), just about everyone ends up saying things to their partner in the process of lovemaking. I think that's healthy. Open communication between you and your partner makes for better sex, a closer relationship, and can heighten the excitement.
Now, I realize this isn't every man's cup of tea, but I actually LIKE it when a woman tells me how to pleasure her. She most likely knows what she likes more than I do, and if she's willing to say "A little to the right, Lion... up a bit... YES! RIGHT THERE!" then not only am I saving a lot of energy and time trying to find her sweet spot, SHE is going to have a lot more fun while I'm performing. I'm also willing to give instruction, although lately, that really hasn't been an issue... since I stick to women in my own age group, and they've been having sex for YEARS, most of them know how to pleasure a man very adequately. But different strokes for different folks, and what works on some people often doesn't work on others... so... communication.
Not just that, but I LOVE LOVE LOVE to hear a woman compliment me on... well... any part of sex! One of the most erotic things a woman has ever said to me was "Oh my God, Lion... did your cock just get BIGGER inside me???" I got so turned on by her genuine reaction and her telling me how much I was filling her pussy that I came about five strokes later... and at the time, I wasn't all that close. It was hot as hell! Of course, EVERY guy likes to be told that he's great in bed (although, if he's not, be nice and maybe help him get better with the above-mentioned communication), and just about the best compliment a woman can give to a man is this:
"I think you may be the best lover I've ever had."
Oh my... let me tell you, ladies... that's a great way to make a guy try harder on you! You may think a guy will get lacksidaisical with his lovemaking after saying that, but for most guys the opposite is true: you tell him that he's amazing in bed, and he'll want to keep proving it to you! It's our ego that will keep us wanting to keep you happy! Trust me, it works.
However, having said that... if it's not true, don't say it. Some guys are dense enough to believe anything you tell him, but most guys are fairly perceptive. They may WANT to believe it, but if they detect the slightest sarcasm or falsity in your voice or body language, that line can backfire big time. It may lead him to start questioning whether he's doing anything for you at all, and that will get him nowhere, fast.
The best thing to do is be honest with him about his sexual prowess. If he's good, TELL HIM! Guys love to hear that, and it makes them work harder to KEEP you thinking that! If he's bad or just okay, then it's time to start talking to him... it's very possible that he thinks he's doing everything right. We guys are not mind-readers, and none of us are born with "awesome lover" in our resume's. Just like everything else, great sex is a learning process, and that process becomes a LOT easier if you're willing to talk to him.
Guys... same goes. Only for us, it's a little different. We guys have some fairly big egos. Admit it... you do. We all do. It's sort of bred into us to have big egos. The trick for us mature fellows is to learn to keep it in check when dealing with others. For some, that's a lifelong struggle, and for others, we learn to be mature about our self-esteem and our manhood as time goes on. But it's a fact that we LOVE it when our partners stroke our egos. Oh, SOOOOO much! I personally feel like a million bucks when a woman strokes my ego, even more than when she strokes my cock.
But since we guys have such big egos, they are by default somewhat fragile. A woman can make us feel like shit with a single well-timed phrase designed to cut us deep. My ex-wife caused some fairly serious damage to my ego while we were married, and it took a lot of years to rebuild it. I've been good with myself for several years now, but man... a woman can kill a man with words, believe it.
So guys, if you plan to improve as a lover, you're going to have to do something that may go against the grain... you're going to have to ask your partner how to pleasure her better. If she tells you you're doing great, then for her sake, I hope she's telling the truth, and motor on. But the difference between a bad lover, a good lover, and a great lover is the man's willingness to take criticism and apply it to his lovemaking skills. We may all THINK we're gods in the sheets, but even Casanova took instructions from his lovers. Knowledge is power, fellas... and what better power do you want, eh?
Besides, doesn't it ROCK when a woman orgasms from your efforts to please her? 
Now, about dirty talk. This can go a lot of directions. Personally, I would advise having an open discussion about talking dirty to each other. Some people really like it, some sort of like it, some don't like it at all. Some people are good at it, some are okay, and some are horrible at it. A lot of people are embarrassed to talk dirty to their lovers; many have no idea what to say to those who DO want to be talked dirty to. The best thing you can do is ask each other if they like dirty-talk, and what kind of dirty-talk they like.
Me, I like SOME dirty talk. A woman telling me every tiny detail about how I'm going to hung by my nipples to lick her asshole while she fucks a sheep is NOT going to turn me on! But her telling me how great she feels as I'm licking her pussy? HELL YES! Her telling me how she wants me to slap her with my cock? Good to know, but not doing anything for me. Her telling me she wants me to fill her with my HUGE COCK, however, is going to win major points! Yeah, I'm one of those guys who likes it when a woman tells me how much she gets filled by my cock and how much she loves how big it is... I mentioned men have big egos, right? I'm no exception.
If she wants me to talk dirty to her, I have no problem with that. I have a pretty good imagination, and a little experience with whispering in her ear how badly I want her to cum all over me. If she's willing to tell me what her brand of dirty-talk is, hopefully it's something I also get into... again, the whole hanging-from-the-chandeliers-by-a-cock-ring-while-she-shits-on-my-chest thing is NOT going to do it for me, and I damn sure am not going to talk about it!
By the way, both of those extreme examples have, I'm a little frightened to say, been suggested to me by former lovers. And those aren't even the worst ones! I won't tell you the worst ones, you'll lose whatever good feelings you currently have. Yikes.
How about you all? What's your poison when it comes to talking in the bedroom? Do you like it? Do you prefer the quiet? Do you like to be talked to like a bad, bad boy/girl, or are you particularly good at talking dirty? Do you have a great story to share about it?
Whisper in my ear how much you like it, you dirty, dirty girl...
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The Female Body: Scent of a Woman
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Posted:Jul 26, 2012 7:57 pm
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Once again, a big thank you to M1ssy for a great blog idea! Hmmm... how shall I repay her for these ideas...?
I think we would all agree that there is nothing quite like the smell of sex. Sex has a very heady odor that anyone who has ever had sex in their lives will recognize immediately. Body sweat, pheromones, the various bodily fluids that inevitably cover the various parts of our bodies, the smell of sheets and pillows, and whatever happens to be in the air playing across your body. For those who enjoy it, add in cologne/perfume, erotic oils, assorted powders, latex, rubber, leather, and a wide concoction of scents that accompany the toys many of us use. I personally favor Japanese cherry blossoms, Poison perfume (that perfume is what Stacey wore on our kissing date, and it's still one of the most erotic scents I know), and clean, lightly-scented hair. But then, those of you who are regular readers know my thing with hair. 
Now, in case it hasn't become ridiculously obvious by now, I am a very sensual man. Sometimes I just want the Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma'am, but most of the time, I like to fully experience sex in every manner possible. That includes smell. Don't freak out on me, now... I don't mean I lay in bed sniffing a lady! I mean that, in the course of great sex, the scent of it is intoxicating, and I will often just breathe in a woman and savor the sensation.
And yes... I love the smell of a woman. Yes, I'm including pussy, but that's not entirely all I'm talking about. Have you ever taken the time to truly smell a woman's skin, and compare it to a man's? The two sexes have very distinctive scents to their skin. Maybe it's pheromones, I don't know... I'm not a medical professional, I'm just a student of the human condition. All I know is that when I'm close to a woman, she smells GOOOOOOOD. Perfume is delightful and I love it, but there's nothing quite like an excited woman.
Short blog tonight... I have a long day tomorrow, and I need my rest. But what do you all think? Are you big on scent? Do you enjoy the smell of sex like I do? Or do you prefer other scents to cover it up? I know a lot of people prefer that. Are you one?
As always, let me hear your voices!
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Friends with Benefits, or Fuck Buddies?
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Posted:Jul 25, 2012 9:42 pm
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2012 5:52 pm
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A big thank-you to M1ssy for today's topic! Sexy and smart, my favorite combination!
I've been giving a lot of thought about relationships lately. It's an on-going thought process, really... one of those things my brain rarely shuts up about. And one of the things I've been turning over in my head is something my mother actually commented on recently.
I have a fairly open relationship with my parents, in that I can talk to them about anything, and they're more than willing to give their opinions on it. Sometimes it can be a little stifling, but most of the time they have good insight to think about. I had mentioned that I'd made a friend with benefits to them; which, to my very Christian parents is an idea that isn't their favorite, but they've come to understand is a part of having an adult, single .
"Oh," says my mom, "So she's a fuck buddy?"
This from my double-Ph.D. ordained-minister/psychologist mother... yeah, that's the kind of family I have.
"No," I replied. "She's a friend who I also have sex with."
"A fuck buddy." she restated.
It made me think... are FWB's just fuck buddies? Is there a difference? So, in my usual "I seriously overthink things" manner, I thought about it.
As I understand it, fuck buddies are people who get along well and get together to have sex. There isn't anything outside of sex... it's just a given that two (or more) people get together to enjoy a little carnal play to blow off steam and get their rocks off. Happens all the time, especially on here. But if the sex stopped cold, the relationship is over, because that's all there is to it.
Friends with Benefits are people who make it a point to be friends, and they also have sex as a part of being friends. If the sex stopped cold, they would still be friends and things would go on from there... perhaps a little differently, but nonetheless still good friends.
So it makes me think about all the people on here who say they are looking for FWB's. Are they really looking for fuck buddies? Or are they actually interested in making new friendships with the opposite sex that happens to include a sexual component? OR... is this just semantics, and it's just two sides of the same coin? Am I just full of shit?
Well... more full of shit than usual?
Personally, I am actually looking for Friends with Benefits. I am of the opinion that sex between friends is simply connecting on a deeper level, a sharing of intimacy that bonds two people together closer. Now, I don't have sex with my male friends, because... well, I'm not gay, and I seriously doubt any of them would understand that sentiment like I do even if I was gay. In fact, nearly all of my female friends don't, either. Most of them think I'm just trying to get in their pants, and the rest might understand what I'm attempting, but they don't share my sentiment.
I don't hold that against them. It's not a common thought process. Most people are either in a sexual act for love, or because they're trying to fill a need in their lives. To have sex with a friend with the intention of deepening their relationship is a foreign concept to the vast majority of humanity... after all, it's sex! The defining difference between a friend and a significant other is sex! Seriously, what other difference is there? Anyone?
And I completely understand. Sex is, quite literally, the most intimate thing two people can share. It is a merging of bodies and souls that transcends any other bond shared by human beings. Families have been broken up by one member having sex with someone the rest of the family didn't approve of. I have seen guys who have been best friends for decades, knew more about each other than their own families did, actually saved each other's lives... get split apart and never talk to each other again because one had sex with a woman the other wanted. The stories are a lot more complicated than that, but my point is that sex is a powerful force!
And although many people consider it just "playtime"... how many people will just boink someone randomly? Isn't there a "get to know you" phase to most social interactions, especially before sex? Seriously, who here has ever just sent a message to someone saying "Wanna fuck?" and had the reply of "Sure, get over here!", shown up on their doorstep or a hotel room, had sex, got dressed, and went on their merry way without any communication beforehand or during? It may happen, but I would think the VAST majority doesn't work that way.
Granted, there are orgies and group sex sessions where random people end up going at each other, but even then... there's an understanding up front that this will happen, and nearly everyone who participates will hang back a minute and assess the group sex they're entering. Most people will only join in if they recognize someone in the group that they like, or get the impression that they will fit in. The participants tend to detach themselves from the intimacy part of the sex and just pleasure each other. While it may technically be sex, is it really much different than a massed masturbation? Even swingers who look for couples to swing with rarely hop into bed with just anyone! They tend to meet, have drinks, get to know each other... see if there's a spark.
Sure, people have sex just to cum. But be honest... is it ever really as good as sex with people you like? Isn't it even better with someone you love? Deep down, even with the most jaded of sexaholics out there, wouldn't you rather be making love than having sex?
It is the most powerful, most intimate act two people can engage in. Now... make both partners friends. People who get along, enjoy each others company, have common interests, go to movies and dinner and theme parks and wine tastings together. They know each other on a very deep, personal level. Granted, those kinds of relationships take time, but sometimes friendships can happen pretty fast. What is wrong with taking that friendship to the next level, and having sex with them? If eveyone involved is good with it, it's not going to create awkwardness or ruin friendships or all the other things people get squeamish about... it will create a level of closeness to your friend that is only rivalled by your lover.
Shouldn't your friends be as close to you as your lover? Why do we have to differentiate? John Lennon would say "Imagine all the people loving each other so deeply."
Damn... did I just go all 60's-love-in on you guys? Sorry about that. I just think that your best friend should be your spouse, and if both you and your spouse are fine with it, your friends should share a similar level of intimacy.
That's the difference between fuck buddies and Friends with Benefits, when it all comes down to it. It's the level of intimacy being shared. Are you out to cum, or are you out to satisfy the deeper need for intimacy?
If you're just wanting pleasure... you're a fuck buddy! Great! Get your swerve on, and have fun with it! Hey, nothing wrong with it as long as both sides are good with it, and everyone walks away happy... or at least satisfied. Hopefully. Maybe that's what you need in your life right now, and all power to you!
If you're wanting intimacy... you're a Friend with Benefits. You're all about cuddling close, kissing, tangling up in each other's naked bodies, and watching movies in a theater with the occasional handjob thrown in for fun. It's about sex and fun and going out for drinks later. It's about holding the loneliness at bay until you find that special someone who will become your One True Love. Hopefully, that One True Love will go with it... most likely, they won't. But that's okay, because you're still friends, and friends understand that sometimes you have to let go a little for the greater good of that person you call Friend with Benefits.
What do you all think? Am I right? Are my definitions on the money, or way off track? Do you feel the same way I do? As usual, your opinions are welcome.
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The Female Body: Windows to her soul.
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Posted:Jul 22, 2012 9:34 pm
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2013 11:05 pm
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Yes, I'm talking about a woman's eyes. Nearly every single woman I have ever met that I've been even remotely close to has heard me tell her that I love her eyes. This isn't random flattery from me; I genuinely love her eyes. Eyes are incredibly beautiful to me, and the only ugly eyes I've ever seen were bloodshot, half-drugged eyes that had been damaged by the cocaine she'd snorted too much of. No, I never got together with THAT woman, and it had nothing to do with her eyes... blech.
While my favorite eye color is blue, all of the eye colors are intense and gorgeous in their own fashion. Brown eyes are deep and mysterious, black eyes are hot and passionate, green eyes are sexy and flirty, hazel eyes are varied and expressive, and blue eyes are just plain amazing. And it's not just their color, either. In fact, while the color of a woman's eyes is a wonderful part of the canvas of her beauty, that's actually not why I love a woman's eyes. I love her eyes because she's completely honest with them.
Ladies, you should probably know... anyone who takes the time to learn your eyes will learn more about you than anyone else, and perhaps even more than you yourself know. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and whoever "They" are... they're dead on the money. Women may be able to lie with a straight face; they may be able to fake any number of emotional responses; they may not know the truth about themselves on the surface... but deep down, in their hearts, women know the truth of what they're saying or doing, even if they don't know consciously. They know... and their eyes tell everyone who's watching them.
Many women either consciously or unconsciously know this: you can tell the ones that do, because they close their eyes when they want to hide what they're thinking. Recognizing this takes a LOT of practice, however; women close their eyes for many reasons, and hiding their soul is only one of a plethora. So unless you're a long-time student of body language and emotional interpretation (like I am), I don't suggest you read too much into closed eyes.
It's the open ones you need to look for. Eyes are amazingly expressive, and women use their eyes as one of their seduction points when attracting and rejecting others. Think about it: lowered eyelids, raised eyelids, a wink, rapid blinking, eyes darting side to side, rolling the eyes, looking away, looking directly into another's eyes, looking at the mouth, looking at primary sexual attributes (for those who need a translation... checking out tits and ass and prominent bulges in pants), bright eyes, dull eyes, bored eyes, compassionate eyes, pitying eyes, shy eyes, flirty eyes, come-hither looks, fuck-off glares, the "I'm not listening to you" glance away, the sincere look, the pleading look, the smouldering sensuality look, the "get your dick over here!" look, the "get your dick away from me!" look, the "Congratulations, you won the pointless fight and now you're not getting laid for a week" look, the "Holy shit!" look, the fake surprised look, the genuine surprised look, and I could go on for, quite literally, pages and pages and pages of how expressive eyes are... but you're getting the glazed-over look in your eyes, and I think it's time to move on.
My point is that when you look into a person's eyes, you see past the bullshit. All the fallacies, all the half-truths, all the silence in the face of interrogation... it all means nothing, because her eyes tell you everything about her.
This is a dangerous skill. Everyone lies a little. Most of the time, it's harmless stuff. But you can still see the dishonesty once you know what to look for. After a while, the dishonesty starts weighing on your mind, and sometimes ignorance is bliss. And that's only part of the problem... it's not an exact science. People are very complex, and thinking you know everything about them just by looking at their eyes is pure hubris. So perspective students of the eye... be smart, don't judge until you have actual facts.
I might write more on this later, but right now, I can hardly keep my own eyes open... it's been a long, hot day.
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What's Love got to do with it?
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Posted:Jul 20, 2012 9:17 pm
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The question begs an answer... what is it we're really looking for here?
Or, perhaps the better question, since we are all in charge of our own destinies, is this... what am I looking for here?
I've come to understand many things about my life over the years. One of the biggest, and probably the most humbling, is that I hate being alone. I don't mean "by myself in a room"; I mean, "without someone to love." I've always been very fixated on love. Up until my mid-30's, I would, quite literally, fall in love with any woman who showed interest in me simply because it was the opportunity to fall in love again. It led to a horde of bad choices, a plethora of horrible decisions, and a string of broken hearts... mostly my own. It took a pretty solid smack in the face to wake up and realize that love doesn't work like that... I couldn't just force love to happen, it had to come naturally.
Realizing this, I changed my patterns, altered my perceptions, and came to some hard conclusions. I stopped trying to force love on every woman who would have me. It was the final part of the self-esteem battle I'd been fighting for most of my life, and after 36 years of horrible self-esteem, I finally liked myself. I could look in the mirror and honestly say, "You're a good man." I won.
But just because I've conquered that nasty part of my life doesn't mean the loneliness just goes away. I still want my Ms. Right, and finally I can be smart about picking her instead of just leaping headlong into any relationship that comes my way. The problem is... where is she? I've been seriously looking for that special someone for five years now, and I mean a concerted effort to find Ms. Right. Every good woman I've found is either already taken (someone else found her first) or is hundreds or thousands of miles away now (for one reason or another).
I guess the reason I'm here looking for FWB's is because, deep down, I'm beginning to think I missed her. Somehow, I missed my chance for happiness. I definitely missed Jenny, and if there was ever the perfect woman for me, it was her. God... even now, I think of her, I see her on Facebook, I see the man she's now married to and the four she's had with him, and I can't help but feel a terrible loss, a regret that tears my soul just a little more. And all because of one thing that she considered insurrmountable.
No, I still can't talk about her. Some other time.
Maybe that's why I can't find my Ms. Right. Am I subconsciously comparing them to Jenny? I don't think I am, but then again, that's what "subconscious" means. It just always seems there's a deal-breaker on every relationship I attempt to form. Sometimes it's me, sometimes it's her. But every time I try, it hurts again... and it gets harder to try again. The regret, the pain, the emotional weight, the questioning of why it happened... I never expected it to be easy, but why does it have to be so hard?
Is that why I'm here? Because the implication of AdultFriendFinder is that there is little to no attachment? Because there's a great possibility that I can hook up with sex partners and I don't have to worry about it hurting when it's over? Is that honestly the kind of guy I am, to just love 'em and leave 'em?
No. I'm not.
I can't do it! I can't just "boink". Sex actually MEANS something to me. I've never been the kind of guy who can fuck and forget. I may not be throwing myself into a relationship anymore, but I DO think I need that connection, that intimacy, that closeness, that trust. I NEED that cuddling time... yeah, I know it's not "manly" to want to cuddle with the woman I'm having sex with, but damn it... I don't care! I LIKE to kiss! I LIKE to get tangled up with a woman and not necessarily have it lead to sex (although most likely it will)! I LIKE to spoon up with a woman, and I LIKE having her spoon me! I LIKE to curl up on a couch and watch TV or a movie with a woman snuggled up against me. I WANT someone to touch my face, look into my eyes, and say "I love you."
So what am I doing here? I'm pretty sure I know.
I'm discovering the reason thanks to the FWB I've met here. Because I'm lonely. And being snuggled close by a friend is a LOT better than being alone. She is very understanding, just as I am understanding of her... it's the benefit of being a FRIEND who you also happen to have sex with. I suspect she likes the fact that I spend so much time just curling up with her. I think it's something I need in my life right now, and maybe something she needs, too.
I guess the next question is... why am I writing this? Catharsis, I suppose. I just needed to get it all out on paper. So to speak.
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The Party That Rocks The Body.
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Posted:Jul 16, 2012 9:13 pm
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First of all... sorry for not posting anything for a while. I'm in the military, sometimes they burn up a shitload of my time. Between them and my online classes and the fairly wild turn of events that have happened in my life recently... Lion's a bit roared out.
Not that this has ever stopped me.
Maybe I'm in the mood to brag a little, but I feel the urge to talk about a few of the times I've seriously pleasured a woman. And in order to do this, you need a baseline to go from.
I've mentioned that I love to bring a woman to orgasm. It's exciting, it's gratifying, it's physically stimulating, it does wonders for my ego, and it certainly makes a woman more willing to bed me again if she's enjoying it as much as I am. So it's probably no surprise that I've come to enjoy giving oral to a woman, since that's often what really gets her going. Not always... but's it's usually a winner. Oftentimes, I need to experiment and attempt a variety of things with a woman's body in order to find her "sweet spot" that lets her orgasm fairly easily. Sometimes, she needs constant stimulation in a single area of her body; sometimes, she needs to warm up and receive a lot of foreplay to even get a single orgasm, if at all; sometimes, I need to play octopus and stimulate several parts of her body at once! Naturally, the women that orgasm easily are the best, since I get a lot of bang for my efforts.
But however she gets her groove on, I'm willing to put in the effort. The mind is willing, although sometimes my body isn't able... let's face it, sometimes, it can take a LONG time for a woman to orgasm, and a guy gets tired. Being in shape helps, but you can only exercise your tongue so much before it gets sore. Fellas, a word of advice: practice makes perfect, and repeatedly going down on your woman will build up your tongue muscles over time. And I can truthfully say that there have been times I've licked a woman's pussy for over an hour, with rather gratifying and satisfying results. But most of the time, I'm starting to give out after 15 minutes or so, and a half-hour is asking a bit much. At that point, if she hasn't cum at least once, she might be out of luck for oral until I can rest my mouth.
And yes, on the opposite end of that, I completely understand if giving me a blowjob takes a little too long for the lady to handle. There are times my natural endurance tends to frustrate some women... and then, there are women with exceptional oral skills that can make me cum in under a minute. I always reciprocate, and eagerly!
So having said all that, the number of orgasms I give the typical woman during sex depends a lot on the woman herself. Some women are just slow-starters, and a guy has only so much resillience. I HATE leaving a woman un-satisfied, so I'll always make the extra effort to give her at least one before I give out completely. But honestly, if I can, I'd much rather give her a hell of a lot more than one!
The first time my ex-fiance' and I had sex, we made love for three hours; I came twice, and she came seven times. We fell asleep, and the next morning, I awoke to her breasts in my face and her pussy attempting to grind my erect cock into it. Once more for me, and five more for her. That actually became a fairly average ratio for our sex life... she had easily had five orgasms for every one of mine.
Vicky, the woman I've told you about before, was very easy to bring to orgasm, and extremely gratifying to make love to. I've told you that our typical sex-life was once in the morning, once in the evening, and if there was any opportunities during the day, we took them. Well, she averaged at least 20-30 orgasms a day with me, and while I may not have cum that many times, I certainly orgasmed about that many.
Another woman, we'll call her Beth, was unusual in that she'd almost never had sex before despite being in her mid-30's. Early in her marriage, her husband had gotten a very bad disease and had been incapable of doing much of anything, much less sex. He hadn't been all that intimate to begin with, since she had been extremely heavy during their marriage, and it had been more convenience than anything. Well, when she left him, the first thing she did was get lypo-suction done, shrunk herself down to an average-sized woman, and she hit the town with her friend and mine, Pennie (I'll tell you about Pennie sometime). Her self-esteem was in the toilet from the terrible overweight problem she'd had, and I was the first guy she'd met who thought she was pretty. I'd had no idea at the time she'd ever been anything but what she was now, so I just treated her like a normal person. I found her attractive, and I hit on her. It was a gigantic shot in the arm for her, and she practically tackled me into bed.
Since she was in the throes of her sexual peak, was eager to make up for lost time, and had a more-than-willing partner, she was extremely experimental, very enthusiastic, and was nearly incapable of saying no... not that she ever wanted to. Once I discovered that this beautiful woman had a bad self-esteem, I did everything I could to pump it up, and that included the best sex life she'd ever had. To be honest, up to that point, the best sex life I'D ever had, too! I did everything to make her cum as hard and as often as possible, and she was extremely determined to do the same for me. I would give her as many orgasms as she could handle, which was usually six or seven per lovemaking. She was also fairly easy to get off, which made it extremely fun to be with her.
I swear, I think she was addicted to sucking my cock. I never got a single full-night's rest while I dated her; she would wake me up two or three times a night to suck my cock. If I was really tired, she'd just soothe me back to sleep and keep sucking. If I was talking on the phone, she'd unzip my pants and go to town while I was talking. More than once, she missed most of a movie because she was more interested in stuffing my cock in her mouth. Driving in a car, if the trip lasted for more than ten minutes or so... out came my cock, down her throat it went. Did I complain? No, of course not. But man, it bordered on obsession, and it got a little weird sometimes. But anyway... I'm off my subject.
I just love to bring a woman to orgasm! It's a passion of mine! If I'm into a woman who's a slow-starter, I will try and try and try to find her sweet spots. It may take days, even weeks, but given enough time... I'll find it, and then it's on! The journey is half the fun!
My current record for giving a woman orgasms in a single love-making session is 34. No, I'm not exaggerating, SHE told me it was that many! I'd actually lost count around 25, but she sure as hell didn't. By the end of that particular session, we had completely soaked half of a queen-sized bed... and I mean SOAKED, and I mean HALF the bed! We not only had to change sheets, we had to flip the mattress! That was with a woman I'll call Sherry, a woman who was in the midst of her sexual peak and seriously hot-to-trot.
How did I manage this feat? Mostly from experimentation and observing her reactions, and partly from sheer luck. I'd been dating her for about three months by that point, and we'd been extremely active in the bedroom for much of that time. I was familiar with her body, I knew what she normally liked, and I attempted something that was a cross between a double-fingered hooking motion and a circular rotation with the tip of one of those fingers. She started squirming like crazy, and the next thing I knew, she was squirting all over my hand... something she'd never done before. Her eyes got huge, she was panting like mad, moaning and begging me to "keep doing that", and I was happy to oblige. It wasn't ten seconds before the second orgasm hit, and another fifteen or so before the third. She was squirting like a hose, drenching my hand and the bed, and I was ecstatic! I'd found her sweet spot by accident, and there was no way in HELL I was going to let her go! I'll admit, I was feeling cocky as hell, seriously turned on, and practically drinking her body's reaction in like a fine wine.
In the first five minutes, she'd already had nearly 12 orgasms and showed no signs of stopping. Her eyes were rolled back into her head, and she was screaming my name over and over. Occasionally, I scooted myself up close to her nipples and licked them lightly, causing her to shudder and orgasm again... and her breasts were normally only a moderate turn-on for her. At one point, I got my tongue down and licked her clit while continuing that same hook-rotation with my fingers, and she actually started slamming the bed with her arms from the pleasure(too bad the angle was awkward, I couldn't maintain the position long). At one point, she looked at me with wild, crazed eyes and gasped, "Good God, Lion (well, she said my name, but... whatever), how many times have I cum?"
"22 so far." I replied as her head flopped back on the pillow and her pussy drenched my hand yet again. "Make that 23." I grinned.
"Shut up and fuck me! Oh dear God, I can't take this! Don't you dare fucking stop!" I didn't. Are you kidding? My ego was as big as the entire world at this point, and I'd actually cum once myself just rocking against her orgasming body! It was actually when I came that I'd lost count, and she took it up from there, calling it out in short gasps and in total amazement.
Finally, when we hit 34, she grabbed my hand and practically tore it out of her. "Enough! Enough! I can't... fuck... I can't... I want to... I can't..." and promptly passed out.
It took a little over half an hour. I know how I personally feel if I cum more than once in a hour, and I've never managed it more than three times in one hour, and I was half-dead from exhaustion at the time... I can't even begin to imagine what she was feeling. I'll tell you this, though: when she woke up about 10 minutes later, she looked at me, grinned like a Cheshire cat, and said, "You're a god."
My ego, already the size of a planet, pretty much blew out the universe. Her mouth diving onto my cock a few seconds later was both surprising and hot as hell. It was almost frenzied how much she enjoyed sucking my cock, like she was desperate to give back as much as she'd gotten. Damn, it was good!
I'll save the other stories for another post... this one is already running long. Hope you liked these! Are you all enjoying this blog? Do you like the stories, or my insights, or do you have a particular interest you'd like me to write about? I'm open to suggestions.
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Life, it seems, is not without a sense of humor
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Posted:Jul 12, 2012 12:05 pm
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2013 12:06 am
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Well, right on the heels of disappointment, something very good happened to me. I made a connection on AdultFriendFinder for the first time last night. Now, I won't name names, and I won't point fingers or even hint at who it was... I have more class than that. If there's some way that people figure out who it is, please be polite and keep it to yourself.
But I will say that she is one hell of a kisser, is exceptional in bed, and we really hit it off. And here's where life has a sense of humor... we went to high school together for a year! Funny how life works out sometimes.
I do believe I have made an FWB. And hell, if things keep up the way it did last night, who the hell needs another one???
That's all I'm writing for now. I have classwork to do. But just in case she happens to read my blog today...
"Okay, seriously this time... going..."
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Twitterpated
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Posted:Jul 10, 2012 9:38 pm
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2013 11:13 pm
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Did you ever meet someone who was just amazing? Intelligent, funny, witty, charming, beautiful, sexy... all the things a guy looks for in a woman. And... what do you know... she's interested in you! My God, she's actually warming up to you and being flirty and acting like she's genuinely interested in you! So what do we men do??? Do we act suave and debonair and play it cool? Do we relax and realize that the attraction has been established, so the courting can begin in earnest?
No... we turn into awkward teenagers, stammer a lot, go way overboard trying to impress, and end up looking overeager and ridiculous. Naturally, that tends to drive off the prospective Ms. Right. I can only hope that this isn't what happened to me today.
What in the hell is wrong with me? Good grief, I met an incredible woman today, and I turned from a regular, intelligent, well-spoken man in his forties into a gabbering, stuttering, idiot who tried way too hard to make her like me. It was insane! We were having a terrific date, she's quite possibly the most intelligent and delightful woman I've met in AGES, and do I make a good first impression? The short answer is NO! I've never been so flustered by a woman in my entire life! I'm not exactly Mr. Suave, but I'm usually fairly articulate and confident in myself. She just plain blew me away.
I didn't even recognize the jackass wearing my clothes and walking in my shoes... I NEVER ACT LIKE THAT! Good God, I can keep my cool during anything! I once acted to save the lives of two accident victims while everyone else stood in shock! I'm the guy who kept cool when a restaurant got robbed at gunpoint, when everyone else was freaking out and terrified! I've been in warzones in the Middle East! I've been in more countries than I have fingers and toes, I'm educated, I'm capable, I'm studying to be an English Literature professor, I'm a good-looking guy with a good body, and I felt completely inadequate to impress her.
Huh... I got twitterpated. So completely overwhelmed by the woman I met that I turned into Thumper, with my leg thumping the ground a thousand times a second.
***The last part of this post has been changed to protect the innocent***
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