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?