Sometimes I use varying free networking sites that target dating and/or casual sexual encounters. More often than not I don't wind up closing the deal--there's a lot of weirdos to be had when your initial impression of them is made via internet. Somehow while browsing local users I stumbled across a one-timer from many years ago when I was working in some swanky sandwich shop.
Well, swanky in comparison to McDonald's I suppose.
He still looks not a day over 15 as he comes up on 25. This was prior to me accepting my sexual attraction to baby faces for what it is--I had guilt almost immediately afterward. I picked him up while making his sandwich, it couldn't have been more than 72 hours later that he was fucking me (poorly, I'm sad to say) in his bedroom. We were closing in on done when his grandmother started calling a name from downstairs... except it wasn't his name. After he smoothed things over--I was faking it loudly, by the way--he takes me out of the house. I've never had an old woman look at me with such utter hatred before. First time for everything I guess.
Like I said, the sex wasn't great. His rhythm was off, his balls were saggier then I had expected, he was incredibly awkward. I can overlook/fix all of that on my own if I want to make a sexual experience gratifying. I know how to get myself off on thought alone out of necessity, which happens to be situations like this. Except I don't think this guy had ever trimmed his pubes in his life. Hairless face, arms, chest... all that hair had chosen to sprout solely on his testicles. Either he had never noticed (an idea I find hard to believe), or no girl had ever told him that he should at least have the courtesy to trim if he was planning on getting laid.
I can't recall if I gave him head, which is probably a much greater blessing then I realize. I just remember the disgusting feeling of his pubes touching my freshly shaven vagina. They were long, and straight, and obviously this has scarred me badly enough that I still remember the specifics of his pubic region to this day.
To all you baby-faced boys out there that I will someday (hopefully) cross paths with: please trim. Please, please, please. I cannot enjoy the twisted kick that is me pretending to rob you of your innocence if I have to acknowledge that puberty has in fact long since ended.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
I dream of anal
There's one thing I've never managed to master thus far--anal sex. It's not for lack of trying. I've purchased many plugs, beads, vibrators, dildos, and stimulators of all sizes over the years. When used in conjunction with vaginal and clitoral stimulation I've had some epic orgasms. But every time I've tried to get whomever I'm sleeping with to boldly go where no one has ever gone before it's failed miserably.
No toe-curling orgasms. No overwhelming sense of being entirely dominated by a man. Just a sore asshole and mildly perplexed guy (that I usually had to beg to even try it) to show for my struggles. I can't figure out how anal sex isn't pleasurable when I get the chance to act out my #1 fantasy. When I watch porn, read erotic stories, and yes--even when I masturbate, anal stimulation plays a huge role in if I have an orgasm or not.
I remember a former lover of mine that actually was willing to put up with my skittish reactions to anal sex for the rare occasions when everything would be just right and I'd do nothing but orgasm the entire time he fucked me. They were very few and even farther between but every time it happened I spent the next week sure my body could not handle cumming ever again.
It's been years since then, and I've spent a hefty portion of my time since trying to figure out why I haven't ever had a successful string of anal sex exploits. Today I think I finally figured it out while in the midst of an "experiment". What can I say, I just love doing research!
Here's the missing element when guys become involved: feeling like I have a choice. All the times my ex was aggressive and I felt dominated it was easier (and far more enjoyable) to just let it happen. On my own I always have the best response when I push myself a little bit faster then is necessarily comfortable. The appeal is in the head game.
Yes, I realize this is probably not the most typical reason girls don't get into anal sex. They don't want it to hurt, they want to be in control of the situation, they want the opportunity to back out when it quits just being scary fun and becomes just plain scary.
That's okay. Not everyone can handle what it means to be a tramp.
No toe-curling orgasms. No overwhelming sense of being entirely dominated by a man. Just a sore asshole and mildly perplexed guy (that I usually had to beg to even try it) to show for my struggles. I can't figure out how anal sex isn't pleasurable when I get the chance to act out my #1 fantasy. When I watch porn, read erotic stories, and yes--even when I masturbate, anal stimulation plays a huge role in if I have an orgasm or not.
I remember a former lover of mine that actually was willing to put up with my skittish reactions to anal sex for the rare occasions when everything would be just right and I'd do nothing but orgasm the entire time he fucked me. They were very few and even farther between but every time it happened I spent the next week sure my body could not handle cumming ever again.
It's been years since then, and I've spent a hefty portion of my time since trying to figure out why I haven't ever had a successful string of anal sex exploits. Today I think I finally figured it out while in the midst of an "experiment". What can I say, I just love doing research!
Here's the missing element when guys become involved: feeling like I have a choice. All the times my ex was aggressive and I felt dominated it was easier (and far more enjoyable) to just let it happen. On my own I always have the best response when I push myself a little bit faster then is necessarily comfortable. The appeal is in the head game.
Yes, I realize this is probably not the most typical reason girls don't get into anal sex. They don't want it to hurt, they want to be in control of the situation, they want the opportunity to back out when it quits just being scary fun and becomes just plain scary.
That's okay. Not everyone can handle what it means to be a tramp.
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