Dont hold your breath

I think I was just kidding myself in thinking I was up to continue this blog.

Ciao and thanks for everything.

Routine sex

With one of my ex, no matter what we started doing in bed, the grand finale would often be the same: I'm on my back while he's kneeling near my head. I'm licking and sucking on his cock while he fingers me: often up to fisting if I was very horny.

We'd usually bot cum at the same time: I'd squirt while he covers me with his seed.

Spontaneous Orgasms.

It's pretty neat washing your hair in the shower and suddenly have a very pleasurable wave overcoming your body.

Martini night

Getting drunk with your gay roommate at 4$ martini night in Toronto means learning WAY more about gay sex than you'd ever want to know.

Not that it was gross or anything, but we learned that we both swallow, that he doesn't have the hips to take on big cocks ("Come on JD, it's a cock not a baby!" I might have yelled in the café) and that we are both looking forward a date with a new guy in the upcoming days.

No, not the same guy.

Purple and spiky

Since I moved, I found all my sex toys to be very boring and routinesque.

So I ordered a new sex toy online last night.

It's purple and spiky (soft silicon, nothing too rough) and with so many bells and whistles I wonder if it will really get me where I need to go.

The annoying thing is, I can only cum once when I masturbate. So I want to make it a very BIG and intense orgasm.

I'll give you a report when it gets here.

Coworkers crush?

There are two of my coworkers who are bringing lustyful thoughts in my head.

I already talked about one of them, so it's pointless for me to mention how I'm picturing him fucking me on the desk that we share, pounding me hard from behind afters hours.... or on our lunch break.

I find myself having daydreams of lesbian sex with one of my female coworker as well. I usually don't go for the petite type, but she is definitely cute. If she wasn't married and muslim, I'd make a move on her.

New section: more updates

I'm aiming to update 3 times a week, so I need a new format.

I'll start answering fanmail!

How can your questions be featured? It's quite easy. You can either reach me on twitter or send me an email.

I was wondering, how is sex affecting your behavior at work. Are you thinking about it even while working?

I do think about sex at work. Don't we all? It usually doesn't hinder my performances too much. I do have to take masturbation breaks once in a while to relieve the pressure, but just the fact I'm doing it in public makes me horny enough to get off quickly.

While shopping for an Halloween costume...

While shopping for an Halloween costume on eBay, I was looking at the corset. My roommate was looking at my screen and commented that I must be looking forward a hot date.

Well, see, I'm one of those people who have very little interest in getting dressed to get undress.

Blame it on the fact I've started, way too young, to date foot and nylon fetichists. That I'm just so comfortable being naked. That I hate being stared at. Whatever you decide if my reason behind it: I'll likely never will get into spiked heels, nylon & a corset to turn on my partner.

Men are visual creatures, I fully understand that. Yet, it's just not my cup of tea.

A pretty mouth

Saying pervese things, does that turn you on?

I love when my partner encourage me in my dirty talk pleasure. When he makes me say naughty things about myself. When he makes me say I'm a cum hungry whore and I want to be covered in his seed.

I masturbate a bit too much lately.

Glasses Fetish

I must have mentionned this one or twice before: I'm a sucker for a guy wearing glasses.

A new workplace has the merit of coming with lots of potential eye candy on that aspect. New guys I can look and then let my imagination run wild.

I'm lucky enough to be blessed with one of those hot specimen in my training class. 30 pounds more and this guy would be my dream fantasies.

What can I say? Something get me weak in the knees at the idea of a blue-eyed guy wearing glasses coming over to kiss me roughly.

Now the actual sex...

Slut Holiday

I'll be silent for a week or two as I'm in the middle of an out of province move.

I fully intent to resume my slutty activities in mid-september, so stay tuned!

Moving day

The fun thing about moving is finding creative hiding places for your sex toys.

I'll still write "Sex Toys" on a box containing very innocent stuff, or perhaps kitchen utensils. Frankly, my friend expect this of me.

I also took the opportunity to do a clean up in my sex toys and throw out a few. I'll say a garbage bag with a little hole on the side is normal. But when you know you have quite a large dildo in it, you are afraid that it will poke out of the hole. Or what if the bag rip open when the garbage men come tomorrow?

Hopefully I don't have any personnal info in that bag!

The dangers of monogamy

It's a pretty loaded title, I realize that.

I also know how it goes. You met someone new. You spend hours discovering each other in bed. You don't call your friend as often as usual. You start every sentence with "My boyfriend said this" or "My boyfriend and I did that".

That's it. You are in a relationship.

The danger of monogamy, for my account, is that it's taking away a bit of my freedom. Of my mojo. Of myself.

See, I'm one who gets a little bit diluted each time I'm in a relationship. I tend to get involved with people who give too little, and who take too much out of me. It's one of the many reasons I try to keep an open mind and live my life thhe way I want: I'm happiest when I don't have someone to answer to.

I get it, my ways aren't for everyone. But I'm a slut. I don't care much about being loved. As long as I fuck.

Filthy mouth

It's always awkward, fucking in silence. I need moaning, grunting, but ideally, some dirty dirty talk.

I just prefer being called a whore when a guy shove my head in the pillows while fucking me from behind.

I respond well to being called a greedy slut when I lick the last cum drop off a cock.

I purr with pleasure when a few "fucking cunt" are being whispered in my direction when I'm being pounded hard.

And I especially love hearing "I'm going to fill you up with cum, slut" when a guy is fucking my ass.

Embarrassment

Embarrassment is an interesting part of D/s play. I forgot how exquisite it was, until yesterday afternoon.

There is nothing more delicious than a lazy sunday spent in bed with a lover. Fondling, kissing, cuddling, and having sex.

It's the way I have my butt up in the air, his hands grabbing at both cheeks, spreading them, and looking at my eager wet cunt before fucking it that drives me wild. Making me feel so submissive, as if I was indeed nothing more to him than an eager fucktoy, a wet cunt, a whore.

And the grunting when he's about to cum, that pushes me over the edge each time.

Overflow

I love feeling his cum filling me up.

Especially that last time: he was taking me roughly, from behind, doggy-style. And I had an orgasm right when his cum started hitting my gspot while cumming out. His grunting and slow thrusting at that moment pushed me over the edge.

But he didn't stop there. He buried himself further inside my cunt, now overflowing with his cum. It felt like he came for a good minute.

I could feel his seed slowly dripping out of my eager pussy, dripping on my clit, while we were both moaning in extasy.

Did you ever got caught?

That was an interesting question to get thrown my way while we were mutually masturbating each other.

"Did you ever got caught masturbating?"

I smiled. I had. Both in a sexy and unsexy anecdote.

And since, the question sprung some naughty fantasies of being caught.

May be by a stranger, in a public setting? May be by my lover, who then ravage me?

A mix of shame and arousal is slowly rising in me, being discovered. What are they going to do? Keep watching? Join in?

So many direction this fantasy can take...

Have YOU ever been caught masturbating?

The more, the less

It's not a surprise, in fact this hapenned before as well. The more sex I have, the less I write.

Which is sad for those who come here to read about the sex I had!

If I could make a synopsis of my week, I realized that I love making out in pubs and I should do this more often. Especially with girls. Or a girl in particular. My attraction to girls is very different than my sexual interest in guys. I want guys to be rough with me. I like being all soft and cuddly with a girl.

Perhaps that's why I enjoy 3somes that much, it's really the best of both worlds.

In fact the night almost ended in a threesome on wednesday night. I was having a night out with a girl friend of mine (can we call it a date?!) and we were making out and generally enjoying each others' company. Then a guy I met off OKCUPID came and joined us.

Little did I know the evening ended up in a 3 way make out: me with her, her with him, him with me.

Good sexual energy overall. Loved it.

Splash Mountains!

I love feeling a thick cock inside me rubbing on my gspot, making me squirt from delightful pleasures.

I like being with a guy who is absolutely turned on by the fact I squirt. Who wants to pin my hands down over my head, leaving my body defenceless while they finger me roughing and bite my nipples, watching my reaction as I moan, squirm and cum all over the place.

I want to lick and play with a girl until she too rewards me with her sweet love nectar. Savouring her on my tongue while I hear her low whispers of pleasure.

Dammit, I don't know which of the 2 scenarios is the hottest!

Spanks!

I only ever met one guy who could spank me until I cried cause it hurted very much.

Some guys are using their belt and I'm moaning, but not much more.

I'm a weak person, especially when it comes to upper body strenght, but I always have trouble conceiving that a guy cannot spank me on the verge of tears on his own.

I adore having sex with a Dominant guy who is into spanking a nice big firm ass. Watch his handprints turn bright red on my fair pale skin. Watch me cringe the next day when I sit on a rough surface, cause he knows I'm in pain because of him.

Ask and you shall receive

Well... my "dry spell" is over.

Many would argue that I did not have a dry spell at all, but the way I see it, you can end up in bed with 20 people if you want, if they do not penetrate you, it's not real sex.

Bill Clinton would be so proud.

Anyhow, I was eager to find a compatible partner to go over my month and a half dry spell. And boy, did I get a treat.

I'll break the heart of a few people by admitting he is a reader too, but I'm willing to deal with the whining.

It just felt RIGHT. A few moments after seeing him for the first time, first date Sunday night at his place to boot, I knew I wanted him deep, deep inside me.

The feeling was mutual as I left his place the next day at around 1 PM monday and we fucked 5 times.

Five. Times.

I'm not saying I never had crazy sex marathon before. I'm just saying being roughly fucked fives times on a first date after a little dry spell was like heaven on earth to me! Panting, squirting, spanking orgasms.

I went back for second (technically 6th & 7th) last night and left this morning after one more good deep fuck. For good luck.

I'm sore and under-rested.

Life's great.

Shiny New Australia

I had no freaking idea the night would end this way. Even in my wildest dreams.

I invited myself over one of my friend's last night. He was bored downtown and I was bored at home. Why don't we have dinner at his new place? Hopped on a cab and away I went!

Making food, getting a tour of the new place and getting drunk, way drunk. A dear girlfriend of mine happens to have moved recently in his area, and I meant to introduce them for the longest time. Tonight seemed like the perfect time!

Well... food was nice, booze was a plenty and the air was super warm, so we decided to all hide in the only room with AC, the bedroom.

Long story short... there is absolutely nothing sexier than a naked plus size woman's body in the moonlight. With her in the bed with me, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

Oh I'm sure my friend had a blast too, at one point he was eating her out while fingering me, too roughly, too intensely.

It's funny how I act in bed with girls: there is no play of dominance and submission at all. It's an all explore fest where I'm more than happy to dive in and lick her delicious flower while slowly fingering it. She was oh so tight and her moans where so soft and delicious.

I've come to wonder lately if I was truly bi or if I just didn't mind when a girl was in bed with me and another guy. Well, for all I cared tonight the guy could have got up and go out, I was having my girl on girl moment :)

Though he did had his 15 minutes of fame when we decided to blow him both at the same time. There is something about 2 mouths on the same cock at once that drives guys wild...

How NOT to win me over.

I've had a number of unpleasant exchanges recently with an handfuls of applicants.

Cause that's how my friends decided to name the guys I'm chatting with. :)

So applicants. I'd say 90% of them have no idea how to talk to a woman. This is sad enough on it's own. But most importantly, they are confusing slutty with easy and dominance with lack of respect.

Ever heard of the princess by day, slut by night phenomenon? That's were I'm at.

I certainly have no desire to invite you in my bedroom at 3 am when I don't know you so you can slap me around and fuck me in to ass. Geez. There are steps to every relationships, even if it's a casual one, and coming in my bedroom in the middle of the night is one you can only get AFTER a good dozen other steps are taken!

I don't do one night stand. I'm a woman living alone so there's no fucking way I'm letting strangers in my appartment.

And ever if we appears compatible sexually, I still need substance. There gotta be a spark, a connection. I have an amazing sense of humour, I want a man who makes me laugh, as well as making me cum. If you freak me out over MSN, don't be surprised when I block you. If you act creepy during our first date, don't be surprised when it's the last one. When you are a real jerk on the phone, don't be surprised I suddenly remember this important other thing I had to do.

The guys I'm (not) seeing

Well, my pool of partners evaporated under the scorching sun it seems.

I'm left with a handful of guys with whom I fool around but don't fuck. Went on a few unsuccessful dates in the past weeks, and the one stable fuckbuddy I had is letting me go in favor of the girl we had 3somes with.

At least I have plenty of eager phone sex buddies, two new ones this week :)

But fooling around and touching myself is nice, but I'm still looking for that one special cock to rock my world.

Or you know, 2-3. I like sharing.

Phonesex II

I felt cheap: no updates for a week and then a weak post you can't jack off to.

I'm surprised I didn't had a "dirty talk" tag before.

You know what really gets me going? Dirty talk.

May be that's why I love phone sex so much. Sharing dirty little secrets and fantasies and touching yourself the way you want to be touched why you hear those naughty things.

I cum very hard when I'm called a whore, a slut, a worthless cunt... most guys don't have the balls to be rough and take charge the way I'd want them to do in bed, but with buffer of the phone and their imagination, suddenly I'm being thrown on the bed, savagely molested and raped until I cry for mercy.

You know, the way I really want to be fucked.

The men in my life...

I have a couple of guys right now with whom I'm involved, on different levels.

I've realized tonight that they each answer a different need I need to have in a relationship.

So while I do not actually love anyone right now, I feel complete because pretty much all my needs are covered.

Asides from, you know, actual fucking :P

I shall get to that shortly.

Phonesex

With a boner inducing voice like mine, it would be nothing short of a crime if I didn't indulge in a good session of phonesex one in a while.

Perhaps my flavor-of-the-month is out of town and honry, perhaps my lover and I live on opposite side of the Montreal island, may be it's just so late and none of us have a car, perhaps you just call me randomly to ask me if my pussy's wet...

Whatever the reason is, I regularly find myself one hand on my cell phone and the other one on my clit.

"Make yourself squirt" they often request. Which is always easy with dirty, dirty talk.

I like sharing fantasies on the phone and hearing the guy orgasms from my slutty moaning. It often brings me to the edge very quickly. I'm always sad that all this cum is going to waste by not filling my ass, my mouth, my cunt or covering my breasts.

Male to go, hold the feelings

I wish I could order a guy, like men can order escorts.

I have a very specific list of things that I like/need/want. Used in different combo, this creates interresting lovers.

I need a man who is with me, sexually, because he likes plump woman, he enjoys my curves and my big... talents.

I need a man who is insatiable. I am horny all the time, I need someone who is prepared to deal with that.

I need a man who is smart. Diploma or not. Well read. I do not cum when I'm pounded by a construction worker who has no idea who Freud is.

I need a tall man. While I do have a preference for very big tall guys, I just honestly need the guy to be taller than me and that's it. Even only by an inch. I'm done with the short-guy complex. People, embrace who you are! Play the hand you're dealt, even if you have to bluff to make it through the day.

I need a husky man who wears glasses. I'm obviously very flexible on this point, but this is a... can you really call it a fetish? Pretty much...

I need a guy who's his own person. He lives alone, drives his own car, has a job. I'm tired of boys living in their mothers' basements.

I need a dominant man. That is more important than it ever was before. I enjoy all sort of sex, but I only truly get off when I'm being used.

I need a guy who doesn't want to put up with my shit and is strong enough to tell me to shut the fuck up, to stop pouting and stop being so goddamn lazy. I want to look up to him, to get inspired to be a better person, to hold myself to a higher standard.

And I need to get GREAT sex. Stat.

This isn't a post

It's more of a collection of random sentences with very little things in common.

I ended up in bed with a friend 2 nights ago. For the second time. He's so deep in the friend zone, yet we do sleep together. No actual sex though. I do enjoy having him in my mouth and licking his cum off his stomach. I'm unable to orgasm with him. My weird female brain decided it's because he's in the friend zone.

Cab drivers are always nice with me, but lately they've been flirty. I do have this "fuck me" vibe to myself lately. I'll be honest, if yesterday's cab driver would have made a move, I would have given him my number.

My apartment is a mess. It's not nasty, it's just messy. Very messy. I have a semi-heart attack each time I come in my living room. I need to organize my life better than this, I'm actually not taking boys home because I'm ashamed of my apartment.

My work ethics are going out the window lately. I'm not pleased about this. Then again I'm fed up with work. I should do something before I end up jobless. How is that relevant to my sex blog? Sometimes I'm so tired after a crazy wild nights that I sleep through the next day instead of working. I keep joking that I should become a whore. Well... perhaps this will become a necessity if I keep this up!

I miss...

I miss good sex.

Getting to know someone, and they get to know you. They knows what you like, what you love, and what you don't care about.

You know how they breathe when they're about to cum, you know how they will moan when you do that twisty handjob while you blow them. They knows just where to touch you to drive you wild and what to say to make you cum.

I miss sharing my fantasies with someone. I miss feeling cum filling up my ass.

I miss not having to go out first: just a quick phone call and the best laid plans are unfolding quickly, simply.

I miss falling asleep next to a warm body, sticky from our mixed juices.

I miss waking up and slowly stroking their cock. Waking them up with a morning blowjob.

I miss taking my shower with someone.

I miss all the intimacy of sex. I really do. But I prefer being single.

Perhaps I have it all wrong and I should be the one looking for a part time boyfriend?

Balance

Last month, I was having issues with too much play hindering my work.I woke up a couple of times in another bed than mine, and way too often in my own bed with someone else next to me.

This month it's the total opposite. My work is making me cancel dates. Some very promising ones I had lots of hopes for. Not romantic hopes, off course, just some interesting sexual vibes I was getting from the guys.

So I do some massive amounts of self-love in the meanwhile. I'm so horny this week that it doesn't take me much to squirt like a fountain when I do so.

Any good porn you want to share?

Fuckable boobs

I noticed how rarely lately my boobs are being fucked.

I had a date friday and the guy fucked my tits for a while. I forgot how turned on this makes me!

Sadly, I was on the rag that night so I wouldn't let him stuff his thick cock in my pussy, but thankfully he seemed satisfied with all the rest we did. I was craving a nice big cock in my mouth for over a week and boy, did I got a treat.

Oh and I need to carry lube with me. Anal sex without lube from my gushing squirting pussy is painful the next day.

Sex on the mind

I often get the comment that I really must be a man: that no woman is THAT sex-driven. And that this blog is fake.

Well, sorry to disappoint, but I am a very sex-driven person.

When I meet a new guy, I think about his potential in the sack before I even consider having romantic feelings for him. Only after he proved himself worthy of my sexy naked time, do I start to think where I want things to go with him.

I flirt, shamelessly, with a lot of guys in a day. I try to avoid drama as much as possible and I dislike having to report what I'm doing, where I am and with who I am to someone else.

I brag to my friends (and in this blog) about my sex stories and I definitely sleep with male friends of mine with no fear of "ruining the friendship".

In some other ways, I'm typically female. I hate feeling taken advantage of, I need to be comfortable with someone before going to bed with them and I do enjoy cuddling and making out for hours.

In what ways are you different than the stereotype of your own gender?

Late night realizations

Some friends bring up the most profound introspection in the middle of our late night chats.

I'm very happy being single and I do not need to keep in touch with my lovers daily.

Expect if we decide to play full on D/s. I cannot be happy in a non committed D/s playground.

Sure, a little spanking's nice, and I wouldn't mind being fucked hard and fast and roughly by my lovers. But if they want me to call them Sir, and everything that is entailed, I need more than just random encounters without any meaning.

If history taught me one thing, is that I am full of devotion for that one person who I play with: it's always been like that in my past relationships.

And it's... perverse, in an horrible way, to be dedicated to someone who doesn't care about you the way you care about them, who goes AWOL for days, sometimes an entire week. Drove me completely bonkers and unleashed my inner psycho bitch. Not a good thing. I had an horrible week last week due to that.

I always have a grand sense of accomplishment when I figure out something about the way my universe works.

So my order for the universe now is an handful of competant lovers (with working cocks please) and may be, may be one person to play seriously with?

When dates go wrong.

So I'm in the middle of a "recruitment" period, so to speak, for new lovers.

It's interesting how many guys are so creepy. Men seem to think if they wave around a big cock, we'll come running to them.

As a joke, one of them said "I watched too much porn lately and I'm shocked every nigh that there is no whore that would just come and knock at my door to fuck me.".

That was off course, hilarious. But I'm sad to report some guys DO think this way.

And they seem to think cause I'm a girl and I am looking for sex, I am waiting for them on my back, spread eagle with a dildo up my cunt with a "come hither" look on my face.

I need to be friend with a guy, feel a connection before I let him be my partner for some bedroom Olympics. Chemistry is something you test online, chatting, but then you have to go through the annoyance of the first date.

Perhaps I should take note from Barney Stinson and practice the lemon law of dating?

An unexpected turn of events

I totally and willingly sabotaged something I had going on with a guy this week end.

Why? Cause I fell in love with him and I hated the way he was treating me.

"Shit or get off the pot" is a favorite expression of mine.

Apparently he decided he'd rather get off the pot!

Why can't men be honest and just say "I don't love you, I just want to fuck you once in a while. I don't want to hang out with you and be your friend, I just want to come over and fuck you whenever I feel like it." I could deal with that better than how things turned out!

One day I'll be smart enough to get involved with someone who know what he wants and won't stutter trying to explain it, contradicting himself every other words.

Fucking sucks though cause the sex was GREAT. Asides from the actual fucking... that was just...strange.

My first Bondage cuffs

Asides from the gag police type of handcuffs, my first item of serious bondage gear was a pair of leather cuffs.

I must have been 18 at the time. I was at a sex shop with my then boyfriend.

I unfortunately lost them in the various moves I've been through in that past decade, but I still remember them fondly.

I have a pair of fabric bondage cuffs now, gift from a recent hookup. The Velcro does a good job, sturdier than one might think. The tightness of the cuffs put me in a good head space. I missed that.

I enjoy the feeling of being tied up, used up, abused, in bed. In my real life, not so much.

Where am I going with this post?

I guess I just need a good deep rough fuck right now, that would put my wandering thoughts into place.

This is a sex blog

So if you ever have to use Kleenex, better be cause you're jerking off instead of getting misty eyes.

That's why I won't blog about too deep or emotional stuff. Some people don't get that. They think I'm a shallow bitch always looking for her next fuck.

Well... I AM, but that's not the point. I'm not shallow. I am nothing but the shell of a constant emotional whirlpool. Every day I go through maelstroms of feelings.

I might very well be bipolar, but I function better without medication. As long as I don't hurt myself or others, right?

My default mood is "happy", not "depressed", so I take it as a sign that things evolved in my life.

Last night, I asked my most recent ex how I should get over my current ... disatisfaction with the way a potential relationship with a guy turned out. He replied "random sex".

Ironic how apparently the problem at hand is I cannot sustain a monogamous relationship. I'm a whore, I fuck around and nobody could change anything about it... Ain't life grand?

Is communication dead? Why people rather accuse, judge and carry the execution on their perception of things instead of, you know, inquire if their perception is accurate?

It's a bit of a self fullfilling prophecy too. Like hell I'm going to try and open up to anyone now about wanting to be with them. They all stay on my fuckbuddy roster and that's it!

That and I'm not nearly having sex enough lately. Especially anal sex. I crave it like the blinds crave seeing the light.

Look honey, ho hands!

I was having a light discussion with a friend on the subject of cuckolding and threesomes.

Some people are insanely turned on at the sight of their mate getting it on with someone else. Others get mad, jealous, angry at this scene.

So it translates into 3somes as well: if you don't get turned on by your lover having sex with someone else, you might not like having them bumping uglies in the bed next to you.

As for me, I stop loving my mate when we are having a 3some. Not forever. Takes a day or two to recover. It's probably a defense mechanism to avoid feeling hurt and allowing me to enjoy the experience.

I always found it funny how I can fall in and out of love rapidly. Very quickly.

Spirits for the spirit

Nothing like a drunken night out to lift up your spirit.

While I did not, in fact, picked up a stranger and brought him home, I still managed to get absolutely awesome mind blowing sex until 3 AM. The little hours of sleep one gets after sex & booze and before getting up for work are so... surreal. I love it.

My pussy is sore. Beyond sore. "Used up" is the term that comes to mind, from his fist and cock and mouth. I do not think I'll be ABLE to have sex for a couple of days. And the few pokes of his cock in my ass were so delicious I was squirting instantly.

The way is cock rubs against my pussy before we fuck, teasing, titillating... it's so terribly erotic I have pulses in my cunt thinking about it right now.

That and how stingy my right buttcheek feels.

I feel invisible.

Ignored.

And I don't like this.

I get it, I'm not your priority in life. We're not officially dating, we are just hanging out. We just ended up in bed after a drunken night. You just come over one in a while to fuck me. I just go down on you whenever you call me up for a quick blow job. We just had phone sex a few times before you stood me up. I just tickly your fancy and you chat me up on MSN whenever you are horny. You held me in your arms and told me about that girl you loved. You said I gave you the best orgasm of 2010 and I replied while laughing that the year was just started. You all got busy lifes and you are sorry you're not keeping in touch more often... I get it.

Well all of you are making me feel invisible. Ignored. Unimportant. And I do not like this.

It's the trade of whores, to be fucked but unloved. Perhaps I should start charging?

Voyeur

The guys I sleep with that knows my blog are disappointed when I don't write more about them.

The guys I sleep with who don't know my blog could be surprised to read about themselves.

I do tend to censor myself when I want to write about certain things when I know the main subject of a post would be reading it later.

But no more... you're gonna get it :)

Booze makes me horny

I rarely go "dead drunk". I often tackle the "tipsy" stage however.

I'm super horny when I'm drunk.

It's not a earth shattering declaration, is it? How many one night stands originated from alcohol after all? Some even drink to give then an excuse to have sex with a stranger for one night.

While I do get horny when I drink, I must prefer having sex while I'm sober.

I don't do drugs, so I can't comment on having sex while stoned out of your ass, but for me, sex is much more enjoyable when I can fully remember what I did the night before.

That and I'm sure I'd hate the feeling of waking up next to a stranger. I choose very carefully the men I wake up next to and I wouldn't be happy otherwise. Well, asides from my slip up of a couple of weeks ago, but we'll get on that some other time...

How about you, horny crowd, sex while shitfaced, yay or nay?

If I must be lonely, I guess I'd rather be alone

I know people who are in relationships, disfunctional relationships, because they are simply afraid of being alone.

I've been single, by choice, for 7 months now. Is it the longest I've ever been single? I think so.

I'm up to double this length of time. Course I'll fall in love. But I enjoy my singledom too much right now.

It's not the scare of potential monogamy: while it's not my cup of tea, that's one of the rare things I'd be wllling to sacrifice. It's not the fear of commitment: I've always been very dedicated to my boyfriends and I was their number one fan, often to my own detriment.

But it's just that. Detriment. I become someone I do not like when I'm in a long term relationship. I sit in my complacence and I cease to be this ambitious and independant young woman I truly am.

I am enjoying my singledom. And living on my own. I am not ready to compromise on anything right now: I've been doing this all my life with roommates and boyfriends.

And loneliness is pretty awesome when I spend it with myself.

Hardcore romance

For some reason, a pseudo-cybersex discussion with an old old friend on MSN last night got on the subject of romance novels.

Funnily enough, half the time those 10$ romance novels in depanneurs in the metro are effign hardcore.

I discovered this fact very pleasantly when I bought one cause I had a long bus ride, years ago and just found myself... placing my coat on my laps and be "inspired" by the book.

Heck I still remember "that one" I was reading.

"Poised atop the dark-haired beauty, Dominic Dragon of Pendragon pumped vigorously between his mistress's plump white thighs. Raising himself up on his elbows, he watched her face as she moaned and tossed her head in wild abandon."

How can I not enjoy this novel tremendously?

It's literary porn.

It's on

Yes.

I noticed I barely blogged about it at all.

I'm seeing a guy I like a lot.

But more importantly: I'm a sub again.

I feel more... dedicated to him than the previous guy I played with. Even if I am naturally submissive in bed, not all guys bring it out of me to the same level.

But him... I couldn't melt in a puddle on the floor if he asked me too.

And he's really into spanking. Intensely. I can't feel my butt for a couple of days when he leaves my place.

The way he holds me down and do whatever he wants with me is... enthralling. Captivating. I could look at him looking at me, at my reaction for hours.

I have an infinite trust in him also and let him blindfold and tie me up at his will. My body reacts very well to him. His voice makes me shivers, his touch makes me quivers, my whole body is at attention when we play. I find it very interresting.

I'm seriously having the "sexual" time of my life.

And we don't even fuck.

Why porn gave men unrealistic expectation about their own penises sizes and performance.

I usually try not to tease (at least on this blog!) but I'm really only making this placeholder cause this topic is long overdue and I want to force myself to write it over the long week end.

Alright, the cliffhanger is over.

And I don't mean the LOST Serie Finale that just finished.

Why porn gave men unrealistic expectation about their own penises sizes and performance.



The average length of a fully erected penis is 5.5 inches.

Not very impressive huh?

Male porn stars are hired for their huge schlong and their stamina in bed. I don't go out of an action movie trying to jump from one building to the next in slow motion, why should you watch porn and try anal reverse cowgirl on a footrest for 45 minutes?

I find it funny that guy use porn to compare their penises... why are you focusing on the fact your cock looks nothing like the one on the screen? The girl you're fucking looks nothing like the one on screen either! Why aren't you focusing on THAT? :)

Here's an answer for you: cause just like your dick's size, you can't do anything about it. Learn to enjoy what you have and be happy.

Just like women are obsessed with diet and staying thin, men are forever obsessed with their cocks.

"I'd be so happier with just a couple inches more" a friend of mine complained in bed last week.
"You, you and absolutely every other men in the universe" I replied.

We are never satisfied with what we have. It's human nature.

I've slept with my fair share of men in the past 16 years. Tall, fat, thin, short.

Not two cocks are alike. I can definitely remember the thickest one, the longest one, the shortest one and the thinnest one. Some had very large well defined head, others you couldn't tell where the head ended and the shaft started. Some gave a few drips of cum, others offered a geyser of semen. Some balls hang high and tight, other low and loose...

We female all have our preference over what we like in terms of cock. Same way you guys have your preference when it comes to us: tall, thin, blonde, big boobs, short, chubby, brunettes, tiny tits...

Focus on liking yourself, and look for someone who will do the same for you. And you will have a great time in bed.

So drop that ruler and remember: porn is unrealistic, just like any other Hollywood movie.

Jealousy

I had a couple of deep discussions lately, with old friends and new lovers, on relationships, on love and mostly on jealousy.

The main topic at key always was my lack of jealousy. I can be envious, or disappointed, but I'm just not jealous. Especially not in love. And it just might be a defense mechanism, or I'm just truly broken.

I was born with a lot of emotional defects, see. In a given situation, I'm always part of the 1% of the population who reacts differently from the crowd. It used to annoy me, how everybody was weird and different; in my eyes off course my ways were the best ones. Now I fully realize and embrace that I'm the odd one out. Heck, I'm a odd duck and I'm happily swimming in my pond of singularity.

But it gets complicated when it comes to relationships. Most men are quite happy with just fucking me: after all why buy the cow if you can have the milk for free? Quite a lot of them also enjoy my company: I'm truly a fun person to have around and if only for the hundreds of crazy stories I have to tell, I am extremely entertaining. I'm a smart and well read woman who can hold a discussion on a wide variety of subjects, sex-related or not. But very few of them would make me their girlfriend.

It's an age old dilemma, isn't it? You fuck the whore and marry the saint. It's also a terrible hypocrisy. Why do you ythink so many marriage ends up in divorce? So many celebrity marriage scandals end up on the Internet? I don't envy the well-educated nice girls who get offered an engagement ring right out of college. They do get cheated on.

And while I don't believe in monogamy, I don't believe in lying to your partner either. And in their case, discovering your partner infidelity is a life-breaking event. So yes, honestly, I don't envy them. Then again it's a very complicated game I play. And it dawned on me recently that I will probably never be able to find a perfect partner. Someone who, like me, both harvest the desire to have a big family, and understand my need to be in someone elses' arms once in a while.

That wouldn't make me any less of a good wife & mother. I'd likely do everything in my power not to let that affect our day to day life. And I would be the type of wife to encourage my husband to go and fuck some young and tender woman once in a while too.

Physical desires and matters of the heart are so different, I never understood why people often make them mutually exclusive.

Mono-gamey?

I never truly understood the concept of monogamy.

One of the earliest confusion about monogamy I can remember must have hapenned when I was 10 or 11. I had a crush on a boy and I asked him to be his girlfriend. He looked at me, very puzzled, and told me he already had a girlfriend.

He was puzzled you see cause his girlfriend was a good friend of mine at the time. I look at him, even more puzzled. "Why can't you have two?" I offered. I returned to my Archie comic, unable to understand why that cartoon guy could share his love and affection between a blonde Betty and a brunette Veronica, sometimes even a hot red head, and we couldn't.

Turns out monogamy is linked to jealousy and love somewhat. The first one is a human concept I'm not very knowledgeable in. See, I'm a slut. Men desire me, but they don't love me. I'm very comfortable with unrequited love. As long as I can love, I don't care much about not being loved back. Don't think for a minute that this is sad, I'm just broken that way. When I see my mate fuck another woman in front of me, I don't get jealous. I just stop loving him. Instantely.

Oh the love comes back after a while. But I don't get to the jealous stage. I experienced this strange sensation, the lovestop, a few times in my life. It's always interresting.

Whatever keeps me from running after my mate with his golf club, I guess?

Sex & U-haul trucks part II

You'll forgive my poor, poor memory. I do not remember all the details of this phone sex conversation we had. It was so late, I was so tired. Yet, I wanted to hear more.

More about his fantasies of me at his mercy. More about his desire to come and force himself on me. More about the perfect rape scenario. Coming over to take me out on a regular date (you know, those who don't end up with handcuffs and safewords).

Coming over and having to walk around the corner to his car, cause no one can ever find parking on my street. Number II reason why I don't have a car myself. Turning the corner and being led to a U-Haul truck. It'd be easy to acquire one, there's a rental office a stonethrow away from my appartment. It wouldn't look suspicious parked around the corner.

How would he get me inside, I don't know. I can be easily surprised and he's much taller and stronger than me. In fact, I can't remember the last time a guy made me feel tiny, petite and precious. I'm a big gal for fuck's sake. But I ramble. He'd get me in the truck pretty easily.

He could drive me out of the city. Somewhere where no one would hear me scream. Or in front of a ex's house. He could go and hand him the keys of the truck after he's done with me. Tied, bound, gagged in the back of the truck.

What does it says about me that I'm been thinking about this for 2 days?

Phone Sex and U-Haul trucks

I couldn't pretend to remember absolutely everything of the past phone sex conversations we had in the last weeks. But I sure remember vividly some details of the one of last night.

It's awesome to find a guy who is not only willing to follow you in your kinky fantasies and quirks, but seems to be enjoying himself very much in them, in a totally non threatening way.

Yes. When I'm chained to my bedroom chair, naked at his mercy, I feel dominated, but not threatened. And it was so incredibly important to find someone who is making me feel this way.

It's quite interesting in the sense that I never met someone who could make me feel really submissive. I wanted to. But it never happened.

I'm rambling.

Long story short, we had phone sex last night. We were discussing possible scenarios for a rape scene. Cause I never had a guy I trusted enough to give him permission to rape me.

Isn't life ironic?

I'll have to come back later tonight to explain my title...

Anal envy

I just place an order of sex toys. Don't you like online shopping?

Off course I could go to the sex shop on Ste-Catherine near Guy, but I prefer shopping in the comfort of my living room.

Bought quite a few interresting toys to fill me up nicely. Not saying my buzzing toys don't do the job, but when I'm loving myself, I wanna fill me up with (fake) cock.

And nothing makes me cum more when I'm soloing than some toys in my backdoor entrance while going crazy on my clit.

I haven't had anal sex in a couple of weeks now. I CRAVE it so much. Toys will have to do for now.

That was a weird week.

It truly was. It started off with a nice little BDSM-y sunday night. Then I had another guy ball-deep in my cunt Monday. After that I went for drinks at McLean's with a friend of mine and next thing I know we're at this place fondling each others in bed.

The last one I truly didn't expected. Heck, I was supposed to go home with another guy that night but he stood me up. I get the feeling my ego should be more affected than it is by that, but meh. Waking up in LaSalle was quite the mindfuck.

I ended up cancelling a date I had planned for Friday at St-Bock because I simply don't "feel it". Chemistry. What I had with the 3 guys I shared some naughty fun with earlier this week. If I don't feel that with someone from his voice on the phone, I'm not gonna have much fun on a date. It's always better to go with my gut feeling in those cases.

So this week thought me lots about myself. The first realization was that I could totally be a whore. I really don't have to have romantic feelings to share nighttime activities with a guy. I'm exactly the type of friend to give someone a sympathy blow job or a birthday fuck.

Also, I really love cum. When the guy cums like a firehose all over my face, I swallow a little and still more is coming out, I'm turned ON. And I do not ALWAYS squirt, the guy really have to know what he's going with me. Takes a while to get to know me: some have it faster than others.

Lastly, if you wanna feel loose down there, by all mean let 3 different guys fist you 3 nights in a row.

The state of being under the control of a force or influence or abstract power

I just wish I had more time to elaborate on this subject right now. I will, in due time.

Some games are very enjoyable to play with the right partner. And I definitely had one last night. We keep going in and out of the game, both being a bit rusty (or first timer) at it.

I forgot how enjoyable being controlled was. How extremely secure I feel in bondage, my wrists tied up tightly in a soft scarf.

I also forgot how nice it was to be stimulated by an eager (and competent!) mouth.

My ass is still glowing red as I'm speaking. A little spanking's nice, as an ex-supervisor of mine would say... And well, a lot of it is just so darn enjoyable!

I think he just enjoyed how it was making me gushing wet and at the end of the night, fingering almost became full on fisting. I'm still sore.

Giving my lovers the link to my blog is both a blessing and a curse. They can get turned on remotely by reading about the sex we had (or will be having). But they also get quite a unique window to my sexual soul: all my fantasies are laid out for them to read, to gain further knowledge about. Should I give this much power to people over me?

BDSM?

He asked me to unlock the door, stand with my arms behind my back and wait for him.

I haven't played those games in a while...

The safe word is "banana" ;)

Quote

Some women never get enough cock - in their mouths or their cunts. Or if they are very special, in their asses. Sometimes they just needed a little bit of encouragement to bring them to that realization.

On what I'm up to lately

So I've started seeing a new couples of guys. And my work kept me so busy that this week was all work & phone sex.

Thankfully the crazy time is over (for now!) and I'll be able to enjoy the nice weather a bit more.

But back on the subject of phone sex... while I'm not really involved in any kind of BDSM activities lately, it appears clear to me this week that I still crave dominance.

Perhaps it's because I have a very dominant agressive personnality in my day to day life that I really enjoy giving up control in bed. Plus these type of games aren't my cup of tea outside the bedroom. I'm no doormat.

Alright, time to kick back and watch the Habs kick some Penguins' butts!

When dates go well.

I love when first dates go well.

Good conversation, good food, good drink... and that look. That look that shows he's into you and would love nothing more than to be into you.

The music gets too loud and it's almost 2 am so you suggest we get someone "more quiet". You leave your favorite pub on Ste-Catherine with him, get in his car and drive to a motel.

Sex with a new guy can be awkward and strange, but this time it really felt like sleeping with an old boyfriend. The body heat was just perfect and his embrace was very manly.

He reacted well and quickly to my mouth on him and rewarded me with his seed after a few minutes. That's when the fun really started.

I remember that night like a scrambled porn movie on cable: skin on skin, a breast, heavy breathing. When I close my eyes I feel his fingers being busy on my clit and going faster and faster as my moanings get louder and louder, until I reward him with a few squirtful orgasms. Over and over.

It must have been 6 am when we finally catched some sleep. Only to start after an hour and a half of eyerest.

Feeling him entering me from behind was terribly delicious.

So much that we had phone sex later the following night to discuss how much further we'd like to take this experience we had.

I got myself a new pillowbuddy! Two found, one more to go!

An interresting 24 hours part II

Eventually, he got off the phone. He made me suck on his nipples for a while, and I was slowly jerking him off at the same time.

He didn't took long to fill my mouth with cum when I paid attention to his member, orally, again.

I forgot how delicious cum tasted. I love cum. I want it in my mouth, on my face, on my ass, on my boobs, oozing from my cunt, filling my ass... Never enough cum. I was almost disappointed there wasn't more of it. I licked the last little drop like a good girl.

And we left to meet up some friends downtown for dinner.

Yup. I didn't got fucked that night. He claimed he was too tired (which was true) and that he had an early day.

So late at night, I was left all alone, hot and bothered in my bedroom. Alone. Do you know how annoying it is to walk around with a very wet pussy in public all evening? No getting any release.

I ended up watching porn and masturbate for a good hour that night. I had a very interresting lucid dream.

I was having sex with a girl. Nice heavy breasts, soft skin, red lips so kissable. I enjoy making out with women and I regret not doing this more often.

I woke up in the middle of a dream induced orgasm. It's always so awesome to have my body respond so interrestingly to a sexually stimulating dream.

An interresting 24 hours

I hope I'll have time to cover every tags I've picked for this post, cause I'm already late, way late for work.

It started with a txt message on my BlackBerry from an old fuck buddy who works close to my place.

HIM: "I want a deep blow job".
ME: "Would you prefer I swallow or let you cover my face with your seed?"
HIM: "Swallow, Remind you how tasty I am."
ME: "My cunt is pulsing, congratulations".

A couple of hours later, I hear knocks on my door. I had just taken a shower and blow dry my air at this point. I threw on the first thing I could grab, since I was naked. I was surprised to see him since you have to ring my appartment number before being granted access to the building. He followed someone inside.

I lead him to the bedroom immediately and drop his pants. I was half disappointed that he was completely soft at this point. But took barely a moment for him to be hard under my touch and kisses.

Barely 2 minutes in, he received a phone call. Now there is something always fun about giving head to a guy while he's on the phone: you can see his mind going from the conversation to the action happenning lower. And the penis respond accordingly. Doesn't go quite soft, but definitely less "sturdy".

So since it was work related, he was on the phone for a good 5 minutes, while I was polishing his pole with my mouth and hand, slightly tweaking his nipple with the other one.

Mmm late for work. I'll have to come back to tell you more about yesterday!

Cuckold

For many guys, it's a huge turn on to see their girlfriends being fucked by another guy.

Or just knowing she was, and she comes back home, freshly fucked by another man.

Perhaps they have a tiny cock and they are turned on by the fact their girlfriend is actively seeking a bigger member to satisfy her?

I'm not especially turned on by laughing at a guy's small cock, but I can certainly fit the role of the girlfriend always looking for a larger one.

New stuff

I spent half an hour to install this new layout to realize... I don't like it at all.

I'm overworked, undersexed and overwhelmed with a lot of things right now.

I just want to play hookie and have nookie...

Authority

I've always ended up having a crush on my teachers or bosses.

I'm very dominant in my day to day life, but in bed, I tend to be considerably submissive. So naturally, I transpose the autority these persons have over me in the bedroom.

That could explain the long and detailled dream I had about my previous boss and him having his way with me in the office, before the day started.

Dominating someone isn't always about violence: often a simple deep eyecontact can do the trick.

I love when I'm being used and the guy is holding up my gaze in an assertive expression that could be translated as "I own you".

New beginnings

Spring is here again, tender age in bloom...

More importantly, I'm without a sex buddy. And very motivated to find new ones. Yes, plural.

I'm not bitter or jaded, I just don't have time for love right now. I just want light uncomplicated sexual and friendly relationships with people.

Some of them know about my blog, some of them don't. I try as much as possible to avoid dating people who contact me because of my blog, cause as much as it pains me to admit it, it's not a very safe path. :)

So good

You know the sex with someone is so good that even if they annoy the hell out of you and backstab you at any given moment, you still come running when they wave their cock at you.

The rationnal thing to believe is that if I was being fucked by more cocks lately, I wouldn't focus on this one so much.

But I can't stop thinking about it. I wish it was deep inside all my holes one after another all the time. I wish I was slave to that cock.

Or I just really need to get a good fuck elsewhere.

Tweets!

Yes, but popular demand, I'm now tweeting.

About half as often as I'm blogging. Which mean very rarely.

On sex toy shopping...

Spring always give me a boost.

I want a hair cut, I want a new lover, I want new clothes.... but more importantly, I want new toys.

I'm too predictable in bed. Ass and clit, ass and clit. It's not even a challenge to make me cum.

I'd like something that buzz differently, that moves in a new way, that makes me tingle in a different fashion.

Same thing with my current lover. I still want him... but I'd like something new also.

Another 3some may be?

On simplicity and used up cunts

"Just come over and fuck me", I texted him.

He happily did.

I love these simple dates. Two adults, enjoying each others in bed. I suck him off, give him a hand job, he kisses me, fuck my wet pussy, plays with my clit, destroy my ass and fill it with his cum while shoving as many fingers in my cunt as possible. I squirted. I was still shaking 15 minutes later.

Its been 5 hours and my knees are still weak.

Loving this bad romance.

Privacy

Just spent a week at some friends in Toronto.

You know what's the first thing I did when I got home last night?

Well I took a shower, then I masturbate. One buzzing egg on my clit, one buzzing buttplug in my ass and I was shoving my dildo up and down my lovetunnel until I started gushing. Squirting. Emiting. Flowing. Pouring. Spattering. Spitting. Splashing. Streaming. I was moaning so loudly and it was so raw I was afraid the neighbours would come and bang at the door.

Off course I tried to masturbate at their house. But the cat kept looking at me weird.

Now I just want my ass filled with cum.

On waterfalls and gushing pussies

Haven't been blogging much lately because I am in Toronto visiting some friends.

Work funnies

For some reason, the conversation with a friend led to being naughty in the work place.

I'm sure I mentionned a thing or two about my past "exploits" before.

Did I ever mentionned I once blew a guy under his desk, at work, in a cubicle farm?

And one minute later, I had to go help someone else at their desk, talking to them very up close with cum breath?

That was interresting... alas I could never do this again, now that I work from home!

10 years go

One thing lead to the next today, I remember a very good hentai manga I've read over 10 years ago, Slut Girl.

I'd say this changed my life, but that'd be a bit of an over statement... or would it?

Subconscience

Friday night, between some last minute work reports I had to submit, I was catching up on the third season of one of my favorite shows on tv: "Secret Diary of a Call Girl".

This show, is you never heard of it before, is a cheeky little day-to-day in the life of a prostitute. The TV serie is an adapatation from the book "The Intimate Adventures Of A London Call Girl", which itself is actually based on the real story of a London Escort.

The gorgeous Billie Piper, playing Belle, often breaks the 4th wall and looks directly at the camera. This time, she said something that really stick with me:
"You can't choose what's in your subconscience, you can only learn to embrace it."

You cannot control what kind of fetishes and fantasies you have, deep down your subconscience. You can only learn to live with them and indulge in them. Most people are unhappy in life because they do no find the proper safe way to do this.

And may be that's why my default mood is "cheerful". I'm extremely satisfied in bed cause I learned to embrace what my fantasies are and what I need to do to safely satisfy them.

Chemistry and sexual compatibility

He enters me easily: I'm already dripping wet. Easily might not be the correct expression: I feel so tight around his large thick cock that it's painful.

Feel like the first time everytime. Makes me gasp with surprise, even if he fucked me hundreds of time in the past 3 years.

But you know what makes my pussy pulsing with pleasurable memories right now? Remembering how I cum like a whore when I had my buzzing sex toys on my clit while he was poking around my anus trying to fuck my ass.

He then flipped me over on my stomach, saying "You know how I like it" and entered my tight anus, forcing it with his big prick.

We both quickly came again, in total extasy. At this point he was moaning louder than me. Feeling his cum feeling my ass made my have the biggest orgasm I've had in a long time.

Hot.

I should hang out with him more often.

Physical attraction

I feel I have to go back on this subject, because it's so easily misinterpreted.

What one considers beautiful is what he will use as a standard when looking for a mate. Yes, the stereotyped thin tall blonde with huge knockers does exists and is usually a popular standard of physical beauty. Some men will only look and want that.

And it's fine.

As for me, guess which of these two guys appeared in my fantasies at night:



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My best friend would go nuts for the tall blonde guy. I get giddy and giggly when a guy with thick glasses and dark hair talk to me.

Physical attraction is what *I* consider beautiful. The tall blonde guy better be EXTREMELY smart for me to even consider bedding him.

Anyway, the last time I had a tall blonde guy in my bed... he didn't mesured up, if-you-know-what-I-mean.

Visual Aid

I was trying to explain to my friend that men are arroused visually first. Again, the looks argument.

Most of my readers think they are clever when they find my MSN address and they ask me for a picture. Or two. Men are visually stimulated: they like to see, they like to watch.

With a blog devious of pictures, they have to imagine me, put images in their head of the words on the screen.

Women need a whole different kind of stimulation. Visual can get things started, but touch and smell are much more important. The brain is the biggest sex organ: in both genders.

We tend to smile, sometimes point and laugh, when guys have a picture of their cocks in their online dating profile (even if the website is intended for finding sex partners). Because that is seriously the less arrousing thing you can show, like a telemarketing cold call, to a woman.

And I won't even mention the headless abs shot in the bathroom mirror: this is just sad, really.

Again, on dating versus sex

Again, on the subject of relationship versus sex.

I'd be more incline to date someone who isn't ideal to me, physically, if he's match all my other criteria.

Since I'm not looking for a partner but more for a lover, my criteria are pretty strict to meet. right now.

Strange, isn't it?

Then again, my criteria for a male lover might seem strange to most people. I'd love a slightly pudgy geek to cuddle.

They make the best lovers, really.

Man and woman

Men would definitely date a beautiful but dumb woman. They care more about what their family and friends think of their mate than how they feel about her. As long as she's hot.

Hotness, off course, can vary. Some people would not be as attracted to a think big breasted blonde as you'd like to think. Cause if she looks too much like a porn star, there's no way mom would approve.

Always looking for the perfect balance between the slut and the saint.

Funny how women are completely different. He could be plain looking, as long as he has a good job, makes a decent salary and is not a complete retard. Seriously.

Girls don't care as much what their family and friend think of their mate.

Off course, you wanna step in with your argument that it's not always this way. I'll counter argue that the sky's blue: even if it sometimes some shades of pink, purple and orange. Doesn't change the fact that the sky is blue.

Why am I telling all this? Well I'm looking for a part time mate. And as much as some guys are really beautiful, sometimes they don't have the good job, the brains of the class to keep me hooked. I have no interrest in fucking, or dating, a cute boy. I'm way more interrested in his wallet and brains.

Oh I'm not a gold digger. It's simple math: if he's not broke, he has his shit together. It's as simple as that. I don't care if he has his shit together while being a brain surgeon or bussing tables. Well, as long as the job isn't something I'd be too embarrassed to say outloud: like fluffer or make up artist.

I couldn't respect a man who has a gay job: that is coming from a girl who has plenty of gay friends.

Lack of inspiration

It can strike anywhere.

In this blog or in bed. You know, missionnary, a few moments of passion, and then it's over. Quick, not quite fully satisfying.

Just to say you did it.

About love and this holiday

Pretty much everyone I know have one of those 2 moods today:

- They are in a couple and happy so they are cheerful.
- They are single so they are bitter. Screw VD.

I like calling today VD because it sounds so much like Venerial Desease. I love seeing people cringe.

So this is a post about how I am not bitter that today's VD. I rarely been single on this holiday but funnily enough, I keep turning down dates this week.

I'm just really happy spending time with the person I love the most; myself.

Hey, I'm pretty good in bed and I always make me cum! I should marry me.

Erotic Phone Calls

I was raised to the muffled sound of my mom's voice saying dirty things behind a closed door.

She was an erotic phone operator, you see.

Explain so much, yet so little about me.

Long story short, a girlfriend of mine is looking for some part time work and she thought it'd be a good thing to do. I agreed with her and I'd love to do that too.

You'd be surprised how little information I was able to find on Google on that subject. Weird.

Wide load

It feels like the first time, everytime, with that guy.

He's not particularily long down there, average at best. But he's thick. The kind of cock you SEE through his jeans, because you can see the thick bulge that appears near his zipper when he looks at you.

And even if I like it rough, I have to whisper to him to take it easy when he's trying to jam it in there; he's wide. Too wide. He's ripping me appart.

Okay that was silly of me to do, that just got him hornier.

But either way, I enjoy how he stretches me to a point where I feel I'll never be tight again; what a lie. I milk his cock real good and we both cum in harmony a few moments later.

If I had 3 pillow buddies with a similar cock to juggle around my schedule, I'd be an happy slut.

The biggest challenge...

The biggest challenge is getting me in bed.

Cause once in there, it doesn't take long for a talented guy to turn my motors on and make me cum.

I'm one of those girls who loves quicky. 15 minutes is all I need to go from clothed to naked panting from my 3rd orgasms while I'm cleaning up the cum that's covering my ample breasts.

I love anal so much that it's a real treat when they are incorporated in the quickies. I get so wet when I'm horny, it's the perfect lube to fuck my slutty ass.

When I'm with a guy who is good at crotch-munching, I cum in less than 90 seconds. It's a wonderful experience to get an orgasm from a talented mouth. I miss it sometimes.

I'm also the best at making myself cum but them again aren't we all?

Pussy lips

Cunts, you'd think they are all the same, but you couldn't be more wrong.

Even if I had one for as long as I exist, it's always a different story when I'm touching another girl's. They are not all made in the same mold.

Clits shapes, size and color varies greatly. Some has tiny lips, bigger lips, longer lips. Wider entrance, smaller entrance, higher entrance. I get a whole new respect for the guy who cannot find the hole unless he fidgets for 2 minutes down there!

"Her pussy lips are so big she can tie them into a butterfly knot" is the title of a video I just watched. Freaky! I thought I had longish inner pussy lips until I saw it.

We're all different down there.

Period

So I got a surprise visit by Aunt Flo today.

Well, it wasn't REALLY a surprise, since I often joke that you could time a clock on my uterus. It's just that I haven't realized we were in the middle of the month already.

I have a date planned on Sunday. Even if it's with an old flame of mine, I'm just not going to have period sex.

It grosses me out terribly to have sex when I have my monthly red alert. What's even more disturbing is that I get very horny right at the beginning of the cycle (such as right fucking now!).

I guess I'll get my mouth busy!

Late night boredom

I'm in bed, bored, surfing for porn on my iPod touch.

I really hate with this stupid thing.

I wish it took pictures

Taboo

Belive it or not, I'm writing this post while talking on the phone to my mom.

As sexually open as I am, nothing irks me more than my mother talking about the sex she's having (or, to be exact, not having) with my dad.

Mom, I don't wanna hear about E.D., about the fact you haven't had any in a while. I'm happy I no longer live at home, sleeping in the bedroom right under yours and hearing you having sex once in a while. I'm still drinking to try to forget that and it's been over 20 years.

I used to tease my ex about his parents having sex, in very kinky ways and hinted they obviously belonged to a swingers club or two. He was terribly disgusted by the idea and it was hard trying to get "things going" right after I said something like that.

It was funny thought. :)

My ass is still sore

When I haven't had sex in a while, and am on a date with somebody I really click with, I tend to skip the movie and go straight to bed.

Or in this case, we had sex when he came to pick me up and we never made it to the restaurant or the movies, we ordered Chinese and had desserts as soon as I hanged up the phone.

Quick, rough, sticky dirty sex. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth and told him so, while he spun me on all fours and he tried to fuck me in this position. Took a few seconds to find the right angle for my freshly shaven lips to part and reveal my eager cunt. He didn't wait anymore and shove the whole length of his member deep in my pussy, making me gasp.

Masturbation is one thing, but the feeling of this thick, warm cock stretching my pussy wide open was way more satisfying then all the hours of lonely pleasure I had in the past couple of weeks.

Just thinking now, about the way his body was laying on top of mine, grabbing my shoulders to trust even deeper, slowly putting his hands around my neck, muffling my moans while creating a very juicy reaction down in my pussy, I'm starting to get goosebumps.

It didn't took him long to move to my ass. I can't remember if I was begging him to, but I sure wanted it very much.

Took a few minutes for my anus to open up enough to accommodate his thick member. I was playing with my clit slowly at the same time, feeling him forcing my tight hole back there.

When he finally got in, forcefully shoving deep in me, I gasped again and I started to squirt a little. He fucked me slowly, than went harder faster and stronger, until we both moaned loudly in ecstasy, and collapsed next to each other, trying to catch our breath.

I hope we can repeat this later this week, and who knows, may be we'll make it to the movies!

The Sexual Philosophy Test

I just took The Sexual Philosophy Test on OkCupid.Com... come one! that test was written FOR me! :)

Here's my result:

You have very little, what are considered to be, socially moral standards. You do not follow traditions or believe that many of the restrictions that are placed on sexual activities or websites are immoral or wrong. Many people do not understand your idea of sex and sexual relations. You are very open minded and open to whatever many come your way. You have a definitive live and let live idea on sex. You probably do not believe that society has a right to dictate what sexual acts are moral or immoral. You would not only own sex toys but have videos the latest in blow up dolls and whatever else you thought would turn you or someone else on. You have little to no restrictions in your sexual nature.

I couldn't agree more, especially to the bolded part; I have a very liberal view on what a couple can be and what is faithfulness in a relationship.

Behind, the scene

I couldn't help to notice last night, while I was soaking my bed sheets with my slutty cunt juices, that I love thinking about anal sex while I masturbate.

Especially when I have a sex toy buzzing away like crazy on my clit, making my pussy gush up like a very ripe fruit.

I lay there on my bed, completely exhausted after a very powerful orgasm, followed by a half dozen "aftermaths". It kept pulsing for a long time after that and my cunt still hurts this morning.

How many more orgasms I could have if my ass was being fucked roughly at the same time?

I fully indeed to find out tonight... I have a date :)

Hot dirty porn

I'm watching a very hot porn video that I got from a website called Porn Star Punishements.

Love the rough sex and the almost rape scene. I'm watching this to get me super horny so I'll masturbate like crazy.

The problem is, I just move. I scattered my sex toys in different boxes and I cannot find them all. I mean think about it, what's better? Somebody accidently finding one sex toy while helping you move, or somebody finding a huge ass box of sex toys?

Either way, there's one specific toy I'm looking for, the G-Spot destroyer, and I guess I'll have to do without it.

That video is making me so fucking horny. He's manhandling that whore like she's a ragdoll; lucky little cunt she is!

Morpheus' Phallus

Or whoever it was that gave me 2 awesome orgasms last night, thank you.

I'm not entirely sure I was having wet dreams in the first place. But one thing is sure, I had a wonderful orgasm that woke me up, feeling very nice. I went back to sleep with the biggest grin on my face and the same thing hapenned a few hours later.

Man, what a good night "sleep" it was.

And being a girl, having wet dreams is less... of a sticky situation.

Girl on Girl

I was thinking back about my first time, a few days ago.

That got me thinking about my first sexual experiences, of the self-love nature.

I actually discovered masturbation with the help of a kinky neighbour of mine, many years ago. She was very cute with her quirky smile and her long brown hair.

She had all sort of perverted scenarios in her head, of us two, tied up and naked, used by men, touching us everywhere. She was saying those things out loud while we were both in panties, laying on my tiny bed, hidden under the covers. I still remember her soft touch on my perky breasts while I had my eyes closed. It felt so good, how could it be wrong?

It was a sad day when my family moved away, soon after that. But I started touching myself thinking of her stories... thinking about her...

Brand New Year!

Happy New Year!

A brand new year, a brand new post from my brand new laptop in the (not so) new bed in my new apartment.

We always hope for changes, positive changes, when the New Year comes. I have trouble picturing in my head that we are in 2010. It means that this coming fall, I will have been sexually active for 16 years!

How is that possible? I still remember the guy who deflowered me, even if I do not remember the deflowering itself. I also remember cheating on him with his best friend (coincidentally, my best friend's boyfriend also) a few months after my first time. Did I had slutty root even back then?

I was a bit clueless as to what we needed to do with our pubes back then, only having them for a few months anyway, so I shaved them all off. I remember he was surprised and asked me if I had any hair down there already.

Oh and the first time I got fingered (by him), it was while his best friend and my best friend were fondling each other too, on the couch next to us.

And I remember the same weekend, I watched my first complete porn movie; along with them and 2-3 other friends.

So yeah, thinking back, I was always a slut, even at first.