Have you ever had a WOW moment?
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Posted:Jul 9, 2012 9:46 pm
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There are moments in your life where you are suddenly confronted with the unexpected. They can be good, they can be bad, they can be truly shocking, and they can be mildly entertaining. But once in a while... and for most of us, a great while, maybe even just once, maybe even never... we have a "Wow..." moment.
I don't mean "WOW!!!!" like you're happy and excited and thrilled and jumping up and down screaming with joy. I don't mean "...wow..." like you're horribly upset, stunned into numbness and horrified by the very existence of this moment.
I mean... that sudden realization that you've just experienced a life-changing moment for the good, and you are in complete and total awe of the moment. You have this epiphany, this total clarity of thought, this single perfect blip in time... and you realize at that exact moment that your life has just been monumentally altered into something absolutely amazing, and it's all thanks to this moment that just happened. And all you can do is fall back on your haunches, just stare at what just changed your entire life for the better, and say...
"Wow..."
That single perfect moment? It's when you have come to the immense, earth-shattering, paradigm-altering realization that you just fell in love.
Now, I don't mean infatuation. That happens all the time. Those intense, crazy, wild, out-of-control feelings that mix sexual excitement and serious attraction. They're great. They're exciting. They're wonderful. They're not love, though most people mistake it for love early in their relationship.
I don't mean settling. That's when you've just come to realize that you don't want to be alone, and the person you're with is pretty decent and a good friend, and you could see spending your life with this person, and while you're best friends and lovers... it's not your One True Love. It's the one you settled for. (Not that there's anything wrong with that, because hey... you're still happy, they're still good people, and a friendship that lasts for decades is an amazing thing.)
But I mean... love. True, honest, unconditional love between two people.
People can go their entire lives without ever finding that kind of love. Some try to find it in religion, others in their career, some in sex, some in their , some in the most surprising ways. Maybe they find it... I don't know. But the kind of true love that you only see in movies (and even then, badly portrayed), and with the exceptionally rare couples who were in the right place at the right time with the right person with the right words and the right circumstances and managed not to do something incredibly stupid to screw it up? That kind of love? It's rare. Truly, truly rare.
I've never had that "Wow..." moment. I almost did, once. That was Jenny, the woman I mentioned in my Kissing series. I... don't think I'm ready to tell that story yet. But she was... she was...
The One.
My One True Love.
And I lost her.
That's a painful story to tell. Not yet.
But is it wrong for me to want that "Wow..." moment? Just once?
Guys are taught from birth to "Be Strong. Be Tough. Emotions are for wussies! Be Hard, because Life will be hard to you, and if you can't handle the heat, Life will burn you to a crisp. So Toughen Up! Take It Like A Man!"
If I want a "Wow..." moment, that means I have to be emotional. I have to allow myself to be vulnerable. I have to admit I'm only half of a whole, and my other half is out there, trying to find me so she can be whole, too. Every time I open myself up to someone, I get hurt. Every time I try to be emotional, I get accused of being soft and wussy, or even homosexual (not judging, just saying what people call me).
Every time I try to be the man I am, try to be honest, try to live an open, transparent life; people come along and stomp all over it. They tell me to be a MAN. Please. If being a man means feeling nothing, then I guess I'm not a man. I choose to think otherwise. I choose to think that, in the face of opposition, being yourself IS being a man. Otherwise, you're just posturing and strutting and throwing out a bunch of macho bullshit that only fools the other macho idiots doing the same thing.
I'm on a sex site because, like most everyone else here, I want companionship. I'm on AdultFriendFinder because I'm human, I have needs and desires and lusts that want satisfied. It doesn't make me a hypocrite just because I want my One True Love, too.
I just haven't found her yet. I'm actively looking, and when I find her, this blog, my profile, and everything else concerning this website, will either go unused or get deleted. This is a roadside stop for me. That's why I say, up front, that I'm fine with FWB's, I'm happy with occasional booty-calls, and as long as I know you, you and I can pleasure each other as often as you like.
Once I meet Her, though... once I find Ms. Right... it's done. I won't need you anymore. That's the relationship here. That's me, being honest. Like me or don't, at least I'm playing it straight here. How many other guys here will?
But what about you? Have you found your One True Love? Are you here to add to an already wonderful life, or are you here, like me, to fill a void in it until you find your Mr. or Ms. Right?
As usual, comments are always welcome.
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Facing Reality Sucks. Part II
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Posted:Jul 8, 2012 7:44 pm
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2016 7:53 pm
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Fact #2 - The odds are completely against you.
I'm sitting at my desk right now, looking at the numbers of men versus the numbers of women on this website. In California alone, where I'm sitting right now, there are nearly 1.2 million men with registered profiles on AdultFriendFinder. There are slightly less than 68,000 women. That means for every woman who created a profile here, there are nearly eighteen men.
That doesn't take into account how many of those profiles are inactive... care to take bets on which sex has the higher percentage of inactive profiles? Oh, and did I mention that a lot of the female profiles are total fakes?
Those are not good odds. Oh, if you're a woman, you have a smorgasbord to choose from! It's a literal buffet of willing, available men! But if you're a guy, we once again come to that rather harsh reality...
You're fucked.
Those women can have any damn guy they choose. Any of them. ANY OF THEM! They can be just as picky as they like! You can be Bradley Cooper with a cock like King Kong and the body of a professional male underwear model, and if you act like an asshole, you're done. It's over. They have 1.2 million other guys in California ALONE to choose from. They do NOT have to tolerate your stupid ass, no matter how taut and perfect it may be.
Once again... WOMEN DO NOT THINK LIKE YOU DO!!! So stop acting like they do!
On this website, by default, whether we want to or not, we men are put into the role of chaser, and women are the chased. This is partially because of what I said in my earlier post, but mostly it is simply because of numbers. They don't have to go looking. They log on and go through more messages from us horny males every single day than even the most attractive man on here will go through in a month. How much less mail does your ugly ass get? Get that through your thick skulls.
So let's figure this out... is a woman, who does not think like you do, going to be more likely to respond to a message of "Hey, baby! I like your tits! I wanna fuck your ass! I could lick your pussy all day, and cum all over your face! Let's get together and fuck!"... OR... is she more likely to respond to a message of "Hi, I'm Lion. I noticed you like rock music from the 80's... hey, so do I! Want to talk music?" Which one, do you think?
Now, I'll grant you... some women on here are going to look at that and think, "Are you shitting me? On a sex site? I'm trying to get laid, and he's talking music?" And hell, for all I know, maybe those blatantly sexual messages are getting you somewhere, and I don't know what the hell I'm talking about. But from what I've been reading on female profiles; from what I've read on a thousand forums; from what I personally have heard from women all over the world for the last 41 years of my life; and from every possible indication I've seen on this and other sites like it... talking to a woman like a normal person will get you laid a hell of a lot faster and more reliably than sex talk.
You know what I've discovered? Let HER start the sexy talk. If she starts it, match her level of sexy. If she's flirting, flirt back. If she hints that she thinks you're cute, hint that you think she's cute back. If she starts talking about wanting you to lick her asshole while shoving a dildo in her pussy while she's tied to the bed with a ball-gag in her mouth, well... bear in mind, there are a lot of fakes here.  But if you lead off with the nasty talk, and it's not her thing... once again, you're fucked.
I know, I know... you're horny. I'm a guy, I KNOW. All of us guys KNOW. We completely relate to your excitement, your hopeful realization that a woman may actually have sex with you, and the suddenly loss of blood to the brain due to it rushing south... I KNOW!!! All of us guys deal with this! But you can't let your hormones take charge like that! You will RUIN your chances of getting laid, and the virtual world-wide cock-block will remain in effect. Stop thinking with your dick. Your dick will get its satisfaction, but you HAVE to think with your mind in order to get there. And that means waking the fuck up and realizing that...
Say it with me...
WOMEN DO NOT THINK LIKE YOU DO!!!!!
So start being smart about what you write on here; in response to forum posts, to her blogs, to any message you write to her, and especially in any response she may write to you! Just because YOU think it's sexy doesn't mean SHE does! In fact, I'd put a shitload of money on that bet!
Oh, and that's another thing... IF you get lucky enough to get a response back from the spam-messages you're sending out to every woman in the tri-state area, DO NOT ASSUME SHE WILL SLEEP WITH YOU. That is the biggest rookie mistake you can make. If you make any assumption about her at all, assume she's going to want to find out about you and what makes you tick. No, not sexually. Like I said, don't start the sexy talk. Let her do it. Less is more.
And that takes us to the last part of this little reality check:
Fact #3 - Your dick makes a lousy profile pic.
Look, I have a big dick. I'm sure the ladies would be more than happy to look at my big dick at some point. But it's about the worst damn thing you can lead off with. If I put a picture of my dick on here, I'm sure as HELL not going to use it as my profile pic!
Even if women think you've got the most attractive cock on the planet, if it's attached to a guy they don't find appealing in other ways, you're fucked. Remember... eighteen men per woman, if you're lucky. Every single man has a dick. Leading off your first impression with a picture of your schlong, no matter how big or attractive it may be, is going to turn off a large number of the women here. You're done before you even started. Would you like to know why? Because it shows you're selfish and conceited.
Yep. I speak the truth. You are telling the women on here, "Hey, look! I have a dick! Now you're turned on, and you're going to want to get all nasty on this dick, aren't you? That's right, crave my body! You're going to be all over me when we meet, and I can lay back and let you do it all, because you're only here for my dick!"
Pssh. Yeah, right. Hey, I have some great ocean-front property in Kansas I'd like to sell you! Do you have a moment?
Put your face in the profile pic, not your dick. Put your dick pictures in a separate folder. This sends the message of, "Hey, I'm a regular guy, but I'm also a sexual being with needs and desires. As you can see, I have a dick, so that proves I'm male, and I'm hoping you'll find it attractive enough that it adds to my sex appeal."
Kind of simplistic, but you get the idea.
Okay, I can hear the shouts now... "Wait a minute! Women put pics of their tits and ass and pussy as their profile pics all the time! Why aren't you yelling at them???" Two reasons.
First, because we're men. We like tits and ass and pussy, and women know it. We're also very visual beings, and we get sexually excited by looking at the attributes of sex on the female body. Men are hard-wired to respond to those signals. Women are not.
Second, if a woman is proud of a particular sexual attribute, she's going to show it off. Her confidence in her body is part of the attraction. Confidence is also an attractive feature to men, and is also hard-wired into us.
Once again. Women are NOT hard-wired to respond to pictures of dick. They may like them, but it's not an instinctual response like it is in men... and why?
Do I really have to type it in boldfaced, underlined, and italics, in all caps and with lots of exclamations points again? Apparently so.
WOMEN DO NOT THINK LIKE YOU DO!!!!!
I may write more on this, but I'm done for now. As usual, comments are welcome.
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Facing Reality Sucks. Part I
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Posted:Jul 8, 2012 6:12 pm
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2016 7:40 pm
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I usually try to write to both sexes on this blog. Often, I'm writing just to the ladies, but rarely to just the guys. This is one of those rare occasions that guys should pay attention.
I'm sure you've all heard the old adage: "When you stop looking for love, that's when love finds you." I'm sure that in some alternate universe, that adage is true. But in this universe, it's only partially true. When a woman stops looking for love, a man will come along and sweep her off her feet.
When a man stops looking for love, he's fucked.
Think I'm cynical? I am all too accurate. Despite the decades of women's liberation and sexual equality and freedom, we Americans are still stuck in the mentality that men must chase and women must be caught. Yes, of course there are exceptions to every rule, but in my 25 years of interactions with the opposite sex, I have had to do the chasing every single time. Not one woman has ever hit on me. Not one.
Oh, I've been flirted with. I've been teased. But I've never been seduced, never been asked out on a date, never been invited to go anywhere except in group settings, and in those group settings I've never been singled out, separated from the group, and hit on. Not one single time. If a woman flirts or teases, it's because she expects YOU to chase HER. It's almost never the other way around. I'm sure there are men out there who can honestly say that they've had women chase them, maybe even a few times, but I guarantee that, as a rule, those guys were ridiculously handsome or rich or dance on a stripper pole somewhere.
Now, I'm not whining here. Well, not much. But it's just a fact of dating dynamics that women almost never hit on the guys; it's the other way around. Guys must hit on a woman if he expects to date her. If he's waiting for her to make the first move, he's going to die of old age, and he'll lose her to another guy who WILL hit on her. Not MIGHT hit on her... WILL.
The actions you take, while hitting on her, are INSANELY important. Let that marinate in your brain for a minute.
So fellas, let's look at some reality for a moment. Ladies, feel free to read on, but there are some hard slaps in the face coming, and it's up to you if you want to know this stuff. Guys... listen up, and start accepting some cold, hard knowledge... you need to know this.
Fact #1 - Women do not think like you.
Hmmm... you know what, that's not enough... let's try that again...
FACT #1 - WOMEN DO NOT THINK LIKE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wrap your head around that, and let it sink in. Because most of you idiots are wrecking things for the rest of us who HAVE let that sink in.
Men, I don't have to tell you that we are hard-wired to think about sex. Our DNA is programmed that way. It's not an excuse, it's a biological fact; feel free to do the research. Our bodies are built to want, need, and desire sex. We can be sitting around doing nothing, and suddenly we have an erection that comes from nowhere. We weren't thinking about women or sex or anything of that nature, and yet... there it is, screaming at us to satisfy the incredible urge to fuck. We hit puberty, and the mating instinct hits us hard and fast, and never truly lets us go until our bodies fail us. We wake up with morning wood, we go to bed feeling the urge, we can't look at a desirable woman without the desperate need to have sex, and we live with that need every single moment of every single day. It's not our fault... we were born that way.
What IS our fault is how we handle that thinking. And the first thing you need to come to grips with is this: women don't have this screaming need we have. They don't understand it. They have no concept of the struggle we deal with when we're in the room with them. They can't comprehend the torture they put us through when they wear clothing that shows off their body in sexy ways.
Oh, they know intellectually that they're driving us crazy, but in their minds, it's the same kind of crazy they experience when they're turned on. It's not the same. Not even remotely.
They can experience a higher level of pleasure from their orgasms than we do, and longer and more often, but they don't have the kind of drive for sex that we do. They can and do enjoy, and even love, sex... but it's the rare woman indeed that experiences the raw, constant, unquenchable need for sex that men have. We don't understand the female sex drive, they don't understand ours. Intellectually, we can figure it out... but neither sex will ever truly get it.
So you need to comprehend the fact that overt sexual advances are almost never going to work on a woman.
They'll work on other men, because other men understand what you're dealing with, just like women understand other women and their views on sex. It's one of the allures of homosexuality... that basic understanding of what's driving your sex drive. But the only time telling a total stranger "Hey, I want to fuck your ass and lick your pussy, wanna suck my dick?" is ever going to get you anywhere... is with a . Not a single woman anywhere on this planet that has a shred of self-respect is going to give those kinds of advances any sort of credence.
Oh, don't get me wrong... they may flirt with you, they may even accept the advances on a conditional level and give as good as they get. But if the woman has any self-respect at all, she's going to shut you down, or at the very least, make you hit the brakes. Because while THEY can say that to US, and WE MEN get excited with that kind of forward sexual aggression, the VAST, VAST, VAST majority of women DO NOT. Not from someone they don't know. Their DNA isn't built like that. Ours is.
Once they get to know you, get comfortable with you, find out that you're not some weird creep who's going to axe-murder them in their sleep? THEN you can sexy-talk them all you like, and women will likely be more receptive to that. Not all women. And there are exceptions to every rule, such as those women with serious emotional damage from their past and desperately trying to cover their pain with sex. But you must never, never, NEVER assume the woman you're talking to is the exception! NEVER!!!
Because you aren't just ruining your own chances of having sex with a woman. You're ruining it for every other guy on the planet. You're doing a virtual world-wide cock-block. Every time a woman gets one of those blatant sexual advances, her faith in men as a whole gets lessened. Her interest wanes just a little bit more. And it gets harder and harder and harder for a man to gain her trust. Which, in turn, makes her more cynical, drives her interest away from finding a man, and makes her more and more unapproachable. Eventually, she just gives up on the idea that there are any decent men in the world.
Why? Because you're acting like a prick, that's why! Save that bullshit for the stoned women at the raves and the prostitutes walking the street, because that's the only place that horseshit is ever going to work.
This site is not the exception to this rule. Women are putting up pics of their boobs and ass and pussy because they want to feel sexy, they want you interested, and they want to attract a good man who will make them feel like a woman. It's not because they want to fuck every man on the planet! THEY DON'T THINK LIKE MEN!!! Stop treating them like they do!
I'm telling you right now. You really want to get laid? Stop thinking about the short game, and start working the long game. You want to send a message to a woman you're hoping to nail? Go with a respectful tone, and a friendly attitude... not a horny tone with a "Fuck me now, I'm screaming desperate!" attitude. It does not work. And you're only fucking yourself over.
Stay tuned... Part II is coming up.
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Sexy Profiles... Give Me Your Best Shot.
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Posted:Jul 7, 2012 7:37 pm
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2012 10:10 pm
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I wonder... and I'd really like some female feedback on this... is my profile a good one?
I'm being serious here. I've always been a very up front and honest kind of guy. I don't play the usual bullshit games a lot of guys seem determined to play. I don't lie, I think it's insulting to you and demeaning to me. I'm open, and I think direct communication is better than vague subtlety every day of the week... unless I'm flirting, and that's not exactly being subtle, is it?
So when I write my profile, I just put it out there. The profile I have on dating websites is nothing like the one I have on here, because this is a sex site. You are here to find an Adult Friend, and we ain't talkin' buddies! The primary focus of this website is to find a person to have sex with. You can gloss it over with all the pretties on the planet, but if you wanted something other than just plain sex on the hoof.
So I just want to know... how does my profile stand out? Should I change anything? Am I being too blunt, too subtle, too desperate, too anything? There are cock pics all over this place... are you ladies really wanting to see what I'm bringing to the party, or would you rather be teased with hints and underwear shots, like I have been? For that matter, should I get sexier with my pics? Down-play the sexuality, up-grade the sensuality? The opposite?
I'm truly open to any helpful suggestions, and will implement any that make sense to me. Just bear in mind that the only person I have available to take pics of me naked is... well, me. I'm swingin' single. So anything overly complex might be really difficult to manage, but again... I'm open, and I'll try.
Hit me. I'm ready. *braces for impact*
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The Female Body: Different Flavors of Ice Cream
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Posted:Jul 6, 2012 3:50 pm
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2012 5:53 pm
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Unless you're badly lactose-intolerant or you have some particular distaste for sweet dairy products, almost everyone likes ice cream. Everyone has their favorite flavors, of course, but ice cream as a whole is one of the world's most popular foods. Maybe you really like vanilla, maybe you really like chocolate, maybe you really like strawberry. Maybe you prefer the more unusual flavors like Mocha-Cherry-Pistachio-Marshmellow-Cake Batter-Peanut Surprise, or mixing Chunky Monkey with Rocky Road to make Banana Roadkill, or just put it all in the same bowl and let the good times roll! Everyone likes ice cream in their own special way, and even though we may look at that guy putting pretzels and bacon on his hot fudge sundae kinda funny (I've tried it... surprisingly good!), it's hard not to love ice cream no matter what form it takes.
This is how I view the female body as a whole. They're just different flavors of ice cream, and they're all delicious.
How many times have I seen the phrase, "I only go for X nationality." or "X race need not apply" or "If you're X color, you're not my type"? I just look at those people and think, "You know... your loss." It is an absolutely proven fact that different cultures and different races perform sex, view sex, and participate in sexual-type activities in very different ways around the world. Compare India with Japan, or France with the Netherlands, or the UK with Uganda, or the U.S. with... well, hell, anyone! Everyone fucks differently, and every nationality brings its own special nuances to the bedroom.
I've had sex with women of every color of the rainbow. I've had sex with women in 11 different countries besides the U.S.(thank you, military life; and again, really not the player I sound like). No, none of them were prostitutes; they were all eager, willing participants. I'm no expert, but I can say pretty definitively that your origin plays a huge role in how you have sex... and it's all fantastic.
Then there's the body shape. This is probably the most common thing that people have a problem with and get the most specific with. Everyone has a particular shape they're looking for... thin, fat, athletic, average, BBW, skeletal, average boobs, huge boobs, flat-chested, "Are those weather balloons?" boobs, big ass, skinny ass, "May I use your backside as a love seat" ass, long legs, short legs, tall, short, medium, small dick, average dick, big dick, huge dick, "Look out, Trigger the is in town" dick, muscular, flabby, six-pack abs, beer keg abs, big hands, small hands, big feet, small feet, tattoos, piercings, scars, tight pussy, big pussy, average pussy, fully-limbed, missing limbs, fingernails, eyes, hair, skin, single-gender, trans-gender, multi-gender... hell, if you can imagine it, people get picky about it.
Now, this isn't about men or TG, this is about women... so we can safely do away with many of the things on that list above. I've experimented with the homosexual world and even touched on the TG world... not my thing. Sorry if that upsets people, but at least I tried and simply chose pussy. The entire lesbian community can't be wrong, am I right? 
A woman's body shape is exquisite. It doesn't matter how much you weigh, or what pregnancy did to you, or what your breasts and butt look like... a woman's body is simply amazing. And you're insane to simply write off a woman just because of a single attribute you don't find attractive.
I'll give you an example. I happen to think women with average, athletic, some extra padding, and ample figures are attractive. I don't particularly like skinny women, because they feel bony to me; and I don't particularly like very heavy women, because it's difficult to be flexible and mobile with them (I like a lot of action in bed). Now, does that mean I'm automatically going to write those two body shapes off if I happen to get a message from them? Absolutely not! And why? Because there's more to those women than their weight!
I also happen to think large breasts are particularly sexy, and frankly... the larger, the better. If Chelsea Charms or Beshine strolled up to me on the street and said they wanted to take me back to their place, I'd be in tit-heaven. But if on the way back, Chelsea acted like a full-on egotistical bitch with racist opinions and was into shitting on me during sex (for the record, I'm fairly certain none of those factors are true), I'd roll my eyes at her and move on... after I'd stroked her breasts for a while. Hey, I'm only human... but would I stay with her? Hell to the fucking no! I had the opportunity to have sex with none other than Kayla Kleevage (if you know who that is, you'd be impressed... feel free to Google her), but it turned out she had a personality quirk that drove me batshit, and we parted ways without doing the nasty... by MY choice. And why? Because there's more to those women than their tits!
But let's say there was a woman who was heavier than I liked, but had the huge breasts I like, beautifully thick and long hair, a face that makes you melt, skin like pearls, a sex drive that puts a porn star to shame, and she had lots of other things that made her great... would I get with her? You bet! So what if she's heavier than I normally would go for. Is she an amazing woman? Then I'd be insane to pass her by just because of one aspect of her body!
The same goes for every other type of woman. If that skinny, flat-chested woman with bad skin just happens to chat me up and blow me away with her grace, style, and intelligence, I'd fuck her brains out. If that supermodel with enormous tits and bedroom eyes treats me like shit, I'd... well, I might fuck her brains out, but then I'd kick her ass out!
Okay, yeah, I'm a little hypocritical... I'm a guy, I'm human, I can cave to a pretty face just like anyone else can. But at least I'm aware of this hypocrasy, and I'm much more likely to pass her on than a lot of men would. I've done it before, and I'll do it again.
Next flavor of ice cream... age. I've already told you this one. Standing by it wholeheartedly.
And... well, I'm beginning to see that this post is running long, so I'll just end it here. But I want to put it out there that if you close your mind to certain people just because of a single aspect of their bodies, you're closing yourself off to a world of pleasure and possibilities. You never know what you're turning down based on a flaw... and it's pretty damn hypocritical, since there's not a one of you who doesn't have their own flaws.
Final case in point: I told you about Vicky; by far, the best lover I've ever had. She was an overweight housewife, who'd be considered having some extra padding or even ample on a website scale. Her face was average, her butt was flat. She had a little scarring on her legs from an accident. If I'd focused on her faults, I'd have passed up on three unforgettable months. Instead, I focused on her amazing chest, her gorgeous hair, her beautiful eyes, her soft skin, and her surprising agility, and that was just her physical attributes. I got the greatest wildcat ever.
Morale of the story: An open mind can create amazing opportunities. Try a new flavor of ice cream. You might find you like it more than you think.
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Kissing: Part IV: The Gobbler of Fire!
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Posted:Jul 5, 2012 6:18 pm
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2013 11:19 pm
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You know... the fourth Harry Potter... Goblet of.. never mind.
My third and final story (thank you for reading this entire series so far, I realize it's long) happened fairly recently. A while back, I was in a fairly serious relationship with, quite possibly, the sexiest woman I've ever had a relationship with. We definitely had the best sex I've ever had, bar none! Unfortunately, due to some things that I don't want to talk about on a public blog, we didn't work out. And on the off chance someone may read this and figure out it's her I'm talking about, to avoid her being embarrassed, I'm not going to use her real name. Let's call her Vicky.
Early in our relationship, Vicky and I made an attempt to take it slow. She didn't want to expose her to her dating life (completely understandable), and my living arrangements made it impossible to bring her back to my place, and she refused to fool around in the car, so... we decided to take things slow. Which is code for "We didn't really have a decent place to fuck like bunnies without getting a hotel and making it feel a little... well, cheap." Plus, neither of us were exactly rolling in money at the time, and the idea of renting a hotel room every time we wanted to have sex (which turned out to be extremely often) wasn't very practical.
Needless to say, as she was the sexiest woman I'd ever been in a relationship with, and she'd made it quite clear that she found me quite the catch as well, this made sexual tension between us spike harder than the Geiger counter at Chernobyl. We would spend hours just kissing each other in her car or mine, desperately trying not to grope each other too much because that would only make it worse, and failing miserably at it. It really didn't help that she would occasionally say things like, "Oh God, I want to suck this big fucking cock right now!" and I didn't help by sucking her incredibly sensitve nipples and stroking her very large breasts. Vicky is the only woman I've ever had sex with that has full-blown orgasms from breast-play. Other women I've had enjoy breast-play and get excited from it... she would cum, and cum hard. I mean, she'd get up out of the car and leave a wet mark on the seat. Hell, she was having amazing sex while I was getting the worst case of blue-balls I've ever had.
Well, after about two weeks of this sweet torture, she finally relented. We waited until her were sound asleep around 10pm, snuck into her bedroom, and began a three-month-long sex-fest that was only interrupted by the necessities of life, occasional sleep, propriety, and not letting her know we were having sex... which lasted about a week. Then it was just making sure we weren't doing anything in front of her .
This is not the story of that three-month-long sex-fest. I will highlight it by saying that twice a day was a minimum, and entire weekends without interruption were not uncommon. To this day, both of us can't be in the same room without attacking each other, even though we're no longer together. Primal is too weak a word for our sex life. Apocalyptic would be closer. But this is not that story.
My story is that beginning night. After the initial frenzy of getting rid of all that sexual frustration (which took until about 3am), we settled in to get some sleep. Neither of us could. About 15 minutes later, she rolls over to me, and kisses me. I kissed her back, and damn it if the both of us weren't immediately ready to go again. But this time, it was different. This time, we didn't have sex. We just kept kissing.
See, both of us really enjoyed that kissing in the car. It was incredibly hot, with the sexual tension practically suffocating us. This time, we both knew damn well that nothing would prevent us from having sex if we wanted to. Nothing was spoken. We didn't need to speak. We kissed.
And kissed. And kissed. And kissed.
Our hands roamed each other's body, but we never stopped kissing. She stroked my cock, I stroked her clit, but we never stopped kissing. One of us would orgasm, and while there was a pause to catch a breath, our lips never left the other's face or neck. After a while, we didn't need any sexual stimulation, because the kissing was more fulfilling than anything either of us had ever had. At some point, the sun rose. At some point, an alarm went off. Neither of us paid any attention to it. There was only each other. All I could think of was her, her amazing body pressed against mine, her soft, sensual lips, and never, ever wanting that kissing to end.
What finally ended that kissing was her bedroom door opening. Immediately realizing that A. it was a , B. I was naked, and C. Vicky didn't want her to know about me yet, I moved fast and rolled off the edge of the bed and under it. I hadn't moved like that since I was in my twenties, and I'm very glad I didn't smash my cock into the carpet as I was diving for it. She played interception with the , got him turned around and settled with breakfast as I got dressed and kept out of sight. Eventually, she made it back into her bedroom, where we said our goodbyes for the day and made plans for later.
I don't know if I'll ever find a woman like Vicky again. Our sex life was beyond magical... it was beyond belief. Unfortunately, it was the only thing we had. The rest of our relationship was doomed. While I tried very hard to maintain a purely sexual relationship after we discovered it wasn't working, and she was very willing for that to happen... the problems didn't go away. We finally had to stop. I haven't seen her since.
I guess if I could capture the excitement and pure charisma of Stacy, the sexual power of Vicky, and the personality and friendship of a third woman named Jenny (I may tell you about her later, we'll see), I'd have the perfect woman for me. I can only hope she's out there, that she's nearby, and that she thinks I'm as amazing as I'm sure I'll find her to be.
One can hope.
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Kissing: Part III: Attack of the Boners.
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Posted:Jul 5, 2012 4:38 pm
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Yeah, I switched from Star Trek to Star Wars. I've already given away my geekness, I may as well just run with it.
The first time I ever seriously kissed a girl, and I mean full-on make-out session, began with a wrong number. I was alone at home, aged sixteen, watching Happy Days on TV (remember that show?). I answered the phone, and this perky female voice says hello. Now, I'd just been watching Fonzi pick up on a complete stranger by picking up a ringing pay phone. This girl sounded cute. What the hell? I started talking to her.
Her name was Stacy. Bubbly, super-friendly, sounded like a cheerleader hyped up on Pepsi and team spirit. Although she'd originally called trying to find someone else, she stayed on the phone with me (oddly, not an unusual occurance with me), and we talked for four straight hours. During that time, my parents came home, my sister came home, we had dinner, it got dark, and my parents actually had to order me off the phone for the first time in my life. As we were saying goodbye, she asked if I'd like to see her that Saturday. I said yes.
Stupid me, I forgot to get her phone number. But I had her address, so I would see her again. Sure enough, Saturday rolls around, and we met at her house. I didn't have a car, so my parents had to drop me off. She was an incredibly attractive blonde, with blue eyes and wearing a sun dress, and smelled like Poison perfume. I arrived about 11am, and I left about 3:30pm. And from five minutes after seeing her for the first time to the moment I left her house, we were kissing.
Oh. My. God.
Now, her parents were in the house, so there was no chance of any sex going on, but we didn't need it. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever done to that point in my life, and still ranks up there in the top three. And man, could she kiss! And kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss! About two hours into kissing, she looked down after she'd stopped for a moment, saw the tent I was making in my shorts, and her eyes got wide. "Wow!" she yelled, then realized she'd yelled and repeated in a quieter voice, "Wow. You've really got a bulge there." I got beet red, said "Thank you." quietly, and went back to kissing her.
At the time, I thought she was being nice... I didn't realize that, in fact, I'd been born with a larger than average cock. I mean, I'm not HUGE... I don't think the porn industry is going to be threatened by me anytime soon... but Lion requires large-sized Magnums. I'll just leave the rest to your imaginations.
When the parents finally gave us a little privacy, our hands started to roam. I remember she had nice breasts and an incredibly tight ass. She was the first woman I'd ever felt up, and she was the first to ever touch my cock through my clothes. At one point, she reached down my shorts with wide eyes to caress flesh. Her eyes got much wider when I suddenly came on her hand, and she giggled like crazy while I apologized profusely, embarrassed as hell. It was the first sex with a woman I'd ever had... outward stroking, and a few soft caresses. I don't count that as losing my virginity, and I don't think many other people would, either. But holy shit... I'd never felt that good in my teenage life.
And we didn't stop there. I clean myself up, and we were right back to kissing. I think her parents caught on that we were fooling around a bit TOO much, because after a while, they called my parents and asked them to come pick me up again. We didn't stop kissing the entire time, and we still snuck our hands in where we could. When I left, I was in a haze of hormones and Poison perfume. I was utterly besotted.
I was a complete idiot.
I'd forgotten to get her phone number.
Stacy never called me again. I suspect either she didn't know how to contact me, since it had been a wrong number, or her parents had forbidden her to contact me, which considering how we'd acted, I could completely understand. I'd left the paper with her address at her place, my parents couldn't remember how to get back to her house (which was probably a lie), and I didn't have a vehicle I could use until I bought my own car two years later. I tried to figure out where her house was, but I never could find her again. I didn't even know her last name.
I will forever be grateful to Stacy, wherever she is. She not only confirmed to me that I was very heterosexual, she had made me feel like a sexual being for the first time in my life. She made me appreciate the power of kissing, the overwhelming feeling it can create, and the raging inferno of lust it can generate when properly done. She was the first woman to point out how big my cock is (and not the last), and although she didn't know it... she was also the bedrock that I planted my feet on during a time when I felt like the ugliest creature in the world.
Thank you, Stacy. You are my heroine.
Kissing: Part IV, coming soon... my third and final kissing story.
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Kissing: Part II: The Wrath of Lion!
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Posted:Jul 5, 2012 3:41 pm
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Okay, it's not really The Wrath of Lion... but Star Trek really knew how to write a catchy phrase, didn't it?
Oh dear... I think I just exposed my inner nerd...
Actually, I have three stories about kissing.
I don't really remember my first kiss, but I remember it was in second grade. One of my friends had dared me to kiss a girl, and in my typical -like excitement, I ran around the playground and kissed every girl I could catch. It was partly because it made the girls squeal and run, partly because I was dared, and partly because I liked it. In fact, I found that I really liked it. And at the tender age of eight, Lion suddenly realized that these strange, squealing humans with the long hair and pretty dresses... were girls. And suddenly, a lot of flashbulbs went off in my head, with all the television shows I'd watched with people who kissed, and watching my parents kiss, and seeing my prepubescent sister kiss her teddy bear... suddenly, instead of being weird and gross, it sort of clicked. Let's go into the mind of an eight-year-old boy for a second:
"These were... girls. GIRLS! There's something special about girls. Boys kiss girls when they like them, right? Yeah, they kiss them, and they both live happily ever after. Hey... that's pretty cool! I mean, I want to live happily ever after. So, if I want to live happily ever after, I need to kiss girls! Hey... and I like kissing girls, it's a lot of fun! It makes me feel warm and excited and kind of funny, but a good-funny."
I think one of the most horrified looks I ever got from my mother was when her eight-year-old ran home from school that day, slammed open the door, ran into the kitchen where Mom was standing, and blurted out those immortal words that Katy Perry made famous: "MOM! MOM! I KISSED A GIRL, AND I LIKED IT!" You can probably imagine her reaction.
My second story is when I was sixteen years old. Now, to understand some of this, you should know that I was brought up in an ultra-Christian setting, had been ingrained with the idea that women were to be put on a pedestal, and to treat a woman with anything other than cordial politeness was very, very looked down upon. I think I may have scared my parents a little at age eight... they probably figured if they didn't brainwash their , he'd end up fucking every woman in my high school and having lots of illegitimate before age 15! So to put it mildly, I was very naive of the world, of my growing sexuality, and of what the hell to do with these enormous feelings regarding the female sex, not to mention the enormous boner I was walking around with most of the time. To put it bluntly, I was one fucked-up .
So I really didn't have any idea what to do when a young lady started making eyes at me. Most of the time, I felt like they were laughing at me, when actually they were just giggling around me because they were nervous and they thought I was cute. Rumors got started that I may have been gay, since I wasn't hitting on any of these ladies. It didn't matter that it wasn't true... since I wasn't acting like a normal male , I must have been gay. This is back when being gay still got your ass kicked and everyone thought it was fine. So I ended up learning to fight pretty well as I fended off assholes who assumed something that I wasn't.
I finally realized a few things:
1. Human sexuality courses are necessary. They were just becoming normal in schools, and they just about saved my life... or at least, saved me from becoming celibate.
2. Christian didn't mean celibate, nor did it mean women were on pedestals. Nearly every Christian I knew was hooked up and fucking like rabbits, and damn it, I wasn't gettin' any!
3. I was dressed like an idiot. No kidding, I made Steve Urkel look like a stud. God, no wonder I was getting beaten up, I felt like I should kick my own ass!
4. Having these realizations didn't make me any more prepared for interacting with females than I was before, I was shy and awkward, I was flat broke so dating wasn't an option, I was clueless as to where to begin, and I was in a lot of trouble.
And 5. I needed to break this image I'd gained, find a girl, and get my groove on.
Now, this isn't the story of how I lost my virginity. Sadly, that wouldn't happen for another 3 years (I was a late bloomer). This is the story of the first time I made out with a girl. And it started with a wrong number.
Stay Tuned... Kissing: Part III is coming up!
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Kissing: Part I
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Posted:Jul 5, 2012 2:10 pm
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Some people only kiss as a prelude to something... leaving to go somewhere, as a greeting, trying to get your partner in the mood, that sort of thing. It's a way to show intimacy, a way to say "You're important to me beyond a simple wave hello, a spoken greeting, or a handshake." Many people consider a kiss as just part of being with someone, and it's no big deal.
Some people consider a kiss to be a monumental event. The legendary "First Kiss" between potential lovers is believed by many women to be the decision-maker for any forward progression in a relationship, and by many men to be the first real indication that a woman truly has any feelings for him besides just friendship.
Still others think kissing is a part of being in a relationship, that there needs to be something already there and growing before sharing a kiss. And still others feel kissing is highly intimate, that it's an actual bonding of souls for a brief moment as two people connect through the primary opening of life-sustainment... their mouth. And yet still others that feel kissing is simply a gentle intimacy that is as comfortable as holding hands, with no huge importance, but with a meaningful significance that two people share with only each other... a sort of "secret handshake" between lovers.
Then, of course, there are those who consider kissing to be incredibly erotic... there is hot passion and arousal in the contact of lips, whether to other lips or other parts of the anatomy. In many ways, allowing yourself to be kissed is accepting a vulnerable state: after all, those gentle kisses on your throat could become something much more violent with a simple baring of teeth. Maybe that's the reason our necks are considered such an erotic zone... not so much the sensation of lips to flesh, but the vulnerability we accept when we allow it, revel in it, moan with ecstacy for it.
For most of us, kissing isn't just one of these, but several. It's a combination of emotions, sensations, and reactions. Some people are actually very nervous about kissing... after all, what if they screw it up? What if the person I'm kissing doesn't like it? Am I kissing well, poorly, middling? We all want that amazing movie-kiss, where the woman pops her legs up and the man is left speechless, where both are breathless and gazing at each other with that unspeakable passion.
But movie-kissing isn't real. Ask a professional actor about a kissing scene they've had with another professional actor. I remember an interview where two prominent sex-symbols of their time described a legendary movie kiss... the interviewer, absolutely fawning and desperately hoping for a juicy story, asked them what it was like for one to kiss the other. After all, these two were considered the sexiest man and woman of their time, maybe even all time! What was it like???
The man said, "Exhausting, we had to do that kissing scene dozens of times, and the initial excitement wore off quickly." The woman said, "Yeah, I mean, he's gorgeous and it was great to kiss such a good-looking guy, but after the first one or two shots, it was just work."
So you can't think of kissing in terms of "the perfect kiss at that perfect time". It MIGHT work out that way, but you're looking for a one-in-a-million shot. Besides, you might have that perfect kiss, but that doesn't mean you'll live happily ever after, anyway. Go for a wonderful kiss, but don't hold out for the perfect one.
Me... I love kissing. Absolutely love it. I'm the kind of guy who thinks full-on making-out is fantastic, an amazing part of foreplay, and even just to remind my lady that she's the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the room. Yeah, it's probably not "proper" to suddenly ignore everyone else in the room and take a good minute or two just to pull my lady close and kiss her until we're both hot and flustered, but damn it... it's fun!
I have two kissing stories that I'd like to share. You can read them in Part II.
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Sex and the Older Woman: a Lion's Thoughts on the Matter.
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Posted:Jul 4, 2012 3:32 pm
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On my profile, I state that I prefer the women I have sex with to be within about 10 years of me. I've had guy after guy roll his eyes at me about that. "For God's sake, Lion... are you telling me if you had two hot women, one the 40-year-old mother and the other the 20-year-old , both of them ready to fuck your brains out, you WOULDN'T pick the 20-year-old?"
Well, if I had my choice, I'd fuck both... at the same time. But if I had to pick only one or the other, I'd turn up my nose at the and go fuck the brains out of the 40-year-old mother, yes.
"Bullshit!" the men inevitably scream. "The younger one has the better body, less wear and tear, more energy, and might even be a virgin (In this day and age? What are the odds?)! You'd pick the younger one, and you know it!"
I just smile. Because I know better. You see, because while I have yet to experience two women at the same time, I HAVE experienced multiple women in the same day. And twice... it was mother and . And I've had both mother and in more separate timeframes as well.
*((Believe it or not, I'm not NEARLY the player I currently sound like. I just have over two decades of being single and sexually active under my belt. Sometimes, things just... happen. I don't set out to nail every woman I see, but once in a while the stars align, and Lion gets lucky.))*
As well, I've had sex with women up to 20 years younger than me, and women up to 16 years older than me. And for the record, without bragging and just stating fact, the number of sexual partners I've had in my life is in the triple digits. (And not one disease nor unwanted pregnancy, thank you very much! Lion plays smart)
So I believe that, while I'm probably not an expert on this subject, I DO feel that I can speak with some authority. Age is NOT just a number. It's a damn important thing!
Men as a whole have a reputation for being horny, oversexed dogs in heat that will fuck any woman willing. Looking at the ratio of men to women on this website, I can't say that reputation is entirely unfounded. BUT... that IS a stereotype, and a bit hypocritical. Heterosexual guys are having sex with SOMEBODY, and that somebody is usually female. That means that, while men may be a little more flamboyant about it, women are just as big a horn-as men are! Women are just cooler about it.
Does that mean women are just as much sluts as men are(Yes, a lot of us men are sluts, we just have difference names for us)? That's on a case by case basis. What it DOES mean, however, is that women are getting just as much sexual experience as men are. And unlike men, who peak at 19 before we've really had a chance to get going, women in my age bracket are just hitting their stride... and they've had YEARS of practice.
There's a reason cougars are popular. Women in their mid-30's and 40's are a fucking DYNAMO in bed! Not only have they had years to hone their seduction skills and sexual talents in the bedroom, but they're screaming for sex as loudly as we men ever have. They want it, they're good at it, and for the most part, they're confident enough to pick and choose whomever they want, whenever they want. There's a reason why the majority of the women on here are in their 30's and 40's. It's practically a smorgasbord of men for them to play with and toss aside for the next one to come play. You go, girl!
Younger women... well, they may have the tighter bodies (not necessarily, because I've seen some HOT older women!) and the greater energy and be more limber in general, but frankly, they just don't have the experience, the drive, or the creativity to match an older woman. Not... even... close. Granted, some men just want their women to lie there and just let them plow them, but most men, especially once we hit mid-30's to early-40's, prefer a more active partner. There are some younger women out there who can fit that bill, but even then... experience is greater than youth.
Now, this is knowledge I've gained over the years, both from tales told by women to me and from personal experience. I choose to accept this knowledge and embrace it. I personally have a pretty high sex drive. When I have a steady girlfriend whom I'm having regular sex with, it's pretty typical for me to want to have sex with her once in the morning, and again in the evening. If we're particularly hot and heavy for each other, once during the day and/or the middle of the night is not uncommon.
Younger women, unless they have an unusually high sex drive, almost never tolerate that. Even if the sex is amazing, they just don't have the drive or the stamina to hold up. Again, not bragging, just stating fact... but I've never had a younger woman last longer than I have.
Older women, completely satisfied and sexually sated, will eagerly come back for more if the guy is still up for it. Their capacity to appreciate a great lover, combined with their stamina, accelerated sex drive, and their body's incredible capacity to experience orgasms... it all combines into the best damn sex of your life.
I've had some incredible sex in my lifetime. I have a story for the woman who gave the best oral ever, a story for the best sex ever, a story for the greatest lover ever, a story for the best anal ever, a story for discovering the dom/sub world, a story for discovering the swing lifestyle, a story for multiple women in the same day, a story for exhibitionism and risky-sex and public sex and sex in moving vehicles, and the starring female role of every single one of those stories was aged 38 and older.
I'm not badmouthing young women. Not at all. If there are any young women on here wanting to improve their sexual performance and become the best lover they can be, I would be more than happy to be both teacher and student to you. Gain your experience now, and your future lovers will be that much more pleased with you.
But if I had to make a choice between a young woman, and one around my age? Are you kidding?
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The Female Body: A Woman's Hair.
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Posted:Jul 3, 2012 5:47 pm
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I love the female body. There is nothing I love more than to explore a woman's body. Every delightful curve and tantalizing shade of a woman is a sensual masterpiece. Naturally, there are wonderfully sexy parts of a woman which I love and give eager attention to.
But there is a definite sensuality to a woman that many men miss in their eagerness to get to the sexuality of a woman. It is that sensuality that turns the wildcat into the purring kitten, the hesitant into the willing. And there is no greater sensual experience than to stroke a woman's hair.
Her hair... oh, a woman's hair. Soft, silky, draped across her shoulders and caressing her neck... perhaps even cascading down her spine like a waterfall of waves and curls. The scent of it fills your mind with images of blossoms and strawberries, and my mind is instantly captivated with the thought of stroking her wonderful, wonderful hair. Winding my fingers through those soft tresses, sliding them down her locks of gold or ebony or scarlet, entwining them deep with a gentle but firm grip.
A slight pull... not hard... pain isn't the goal. But insistent, a pressure designed to tell her you desire her. You need her. Running my fingers through those strands of velvet until they flow out the ends, and then gently plunge my hands in again. Brushing aside the hair obscuring her neck to nibble tenderly; or perhaps bite eagerly into the nape of her shoulder as you thrust inside of her, her fragrant hair falling across your forehead and across your lips.
Sitting behind her as she sits naked upon the bed, relaxed, poised, her smile hidden from you although you know it's there. I gather her hair into my hands, stroking it, my fingers caressing her skin as they caress those precious strands. I kiss her spine, her neck, the back of her head, revelling in the brush of her hair against my face. Oh, baby... the Lion is purring, let me tell you.
One of my favorite things to do is, after we've both showered and dried off, to sit behind the woman on the bed and straddle my legs around her... not wrapped around her, just comfortably on each side... press my body against her back, cup her breasts with my hands, and press my face into her hair. Just breathe her in, caressing her skin with mine. It's a very tender moment, very sensual, and it often leads to both of us getting aroused very quickly.
Another thing that's fantastic during sex is when she's on top of you, riding your cock and pressing her breasts against your chest... I slide a hand into her hair and give a tug. Most women love that feeling. She is dominating you, pleasuring both you and herself, draped across your body and pinning you down... and yet... there's your hand, deep in a vulnerable spot, giving that slight little tug. Though she's got you down, you're letting her know that you're not whipped, you're still the powerful, sexy man she wants. I can't tell you how often I've been complimented for just that little tug at just the right time. Hell, I've brought a woman to orgasm with that little tug and some well-timed kisses.
If she likes it rough, a little more pressure tells her you're in control, that she is yours for the taking, and you demand her attention. A fistful of hair can keep her dominated and passive. I'm not one for rough sex, but most of the time it isn't about being rough anyway... it's about control. If we're doing a domination/submission deal and I'm the dom, I control her with gentle but insistent pressure in the right areas. Her hair is a personal favorite, and usually hers, too.
One thing I do sometimes, which I'm sure a lot of men do, is entwine my hand or hands into her hair while she's giving me a blowjob. For me, though, it's not about jamming the woman's head down onto my cock... frankly, most women don't like that, and just about every woman I've ever had sucking my cock is doing her best to get as much of it in her mouth as possible, anyway. No, I just love to have my hands in her hair, especially if I'm sitting in a comfortable chair and she's kneeling in front of me. A little tug here and there also gets her excited... I love the tiny moan of ecstacy she makes when I do.
Another awesome thing... when you're taking a woman from behind, grab a fistful of her hair if you can reach it. The position itself is already a submissive one for her, and a handful of hair controlling her head can be extremely exciting for her, and for me, her hair is a huge aphrodisiac. Some women don't like it, though... as with anything, moderation is key, and being aware of your partner's needs is one of the best ways to have the best sex you'll ever have.
As you can see, I'm very big into great hair. Women are usually very proud of their hair; it's a primary sexual attraction-point for men, and it's a great way for her to get your attention. So men... be smart, and learn to love a woman's hair. And ladies... well, you know my weakness now.
Lion
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