How to Seduce a Woman
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Posted:Apr 17, 2016 5:47 pm
Last Updated:Jul 6, 2017 10:45 am
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Sex starts in the brain. Every single human on Earth has unique brain chemistry, therefore every woman on Earth is going to respond differently to your advances. Which makes all of this pretty fucking complicated? Not exactly. Hang in there, keep reading...
Sex starts in the brain. What does that mean exactly? Being that this is a website geared towards helping people get sex, let's tailor the subject matter.
Get to know your "mark" (the mark refers to who you're trying to get into bed, for you slow ones). Let's start with the profile. What does she remark about herself? Are the remarks physical? Mental? Action based? How she talks about herself is possibly how she's going to best respond to you. If she talks physical, try giving her physical, etc.
But guys, sex starts in the brain. So, you're best to remark about something small, typically unnoticeable. If a girl thinks you're paying attention to her as an individual, she's probably going to be MUCH more receptive to your flirtation.
Personally, my profile is more mental, therefore I always appreciate when a man notices and makes a mental note to me that he appreciates. However, a super vague and general note about my profile may come across as insincere, even if the guy truly means it. For instance, "you stand out amongst the crowd to me" is a great line - BUT if there's no follow up it seems insincere. Why do I stand out? "You stand out amongst the crowd to me, because I appreciate the way you write about your passions, you seem very intelligent." Done - the guy could look like fucking Shrek and at least get a reply (even Shrek gets the girl at the end). I don't really describe myself physically and guess what, I don't respond to your physical flirtations - unless they're truly unique.
*MAKE US THINK YOU'RE PAYING BETTER ATTENTION THAN ANYONE ELSE.
But hey, sex starts in the brain. Your attitude dictates a lot of how successful you are in life and guess what, in the bedroom. So, if your dumbass is saying on your profile or in messages that you're not sure this site works, everyone is a fake/flake, this is a waste of your time - THAT TRANSLATES TO I'M A WASTE OF YOUR TIME. Am I going to want to meet you? Fuck no. If you think it's a waste of your time, it is.
*KEEP A POSITIVE FUCKING ATTITUDE
And oh yeah, sex starts in the brain. No matter what you're looking for here, your goal is to be successful in that endeavor. GUYS - this couldn't be more important, always, always, be yourself. There is someone out there on your level no matter what that level is. If you're funny, be funny...if you're shy, go ahead and let them know - "I tend to be shy, but I'm really interested in you, tell me more about yourself" . Great sex --mind-blowing sex is about connection. Even if you only want a one-nighter, what's wrong with it being amazing? I mean, aren't there fleshlights for days when you don't want to talk?
*ALWAYS, ALWAYS BE YOURSELF
Exercise, take care of your health, take care of your mind, work to understand and manage your insecurities and no matter what, BE YOU.
That covers a few of several aspects to seducing a woman...there should be some talk on coming on too strong in here somewhere. Guess we'll save that for next time. Til then...
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Celebrating the Love for Provocative Blogging!
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Posted:Sep 21, 2016 8:40 am
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2017 9:59 pm
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It was April when I discovered A F F and a love for blogging my adventures. While I *wish* there was a larger pool of my cup of tea when it comes to male members on this site, I'm happy to be here. Ever the optimist, you never know when what you're looking for will pop up and run smack into you as you make your way around the corner.
It's exciting that slowly, but surely, my watchers list has been growing and I'd like to celebrate the occasion. When the watch list gets to 50, I'll shoot and release a special Fifty Shades style photo shoot!! It's about time to get in front of the camera again. Getting naked and being creative is one of of life's simple pleasures. Ha
What is a favorite Dom/sub theme of yours?
Thanks for reading, watching, flirting, and for all of your fun comments. Til next time..
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Masturbation Station with Nawty
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Posted:Sep 15, 2016 10:16 pm
Last Updated:Jul 6, 2017 10:54 am
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Watching a new lover envelop their own body and masturbate is one of my favorite ways to get to know their pinks, kinks and hijinks. I'm happy to sit back and take part in their ecstasy as a voyeur.
That's actually how things went down with the very first guy I met here on A F F. He is, by far, the most attractive man I've met through A F F. He claims that I am, by far, the only woman from the site he's even attempted to meet in person. We hit it off, but it would be the third meet is a charm before we got naked. And he is noticeably nervous. He's attached and cheating on his girlfriend. I can see where nervousness may arise. Here we are, naked, in my bed. Instead of fucking, we are casually discussing daily life, goals, future...and maybe we should be fucking...
I'm wet as fuck. And perceptive. I bring up mutual masturbation. We go for it...it's natural. Fun. And he's getting really hard and we're casually talking and laughing and I finally say, "Holy shit, you're getting really hard, can I jump on top of that?!" He's excited, "Yeah, go for it." It doesn't take us but 60 seconds to explode and cum at the same time, which as many times as I've tried with amazing long term partners, that never quite happens. Thinking about mutual masturbation sessions like this one gets me wet. So very, very wet.
I realize self-love is a daily for some here, but not for me. It can, at times, be several days between masturbating before that inner voice kicks in telling me to get off and enjoy it. Half the time the voice is there, but I still fall asleep beforehand...
Today I had an hour to spare and a very frisky attitude. I like having an 'object of my affection' to fantasize about. It makes for more interesting role play, even if those scenarios in my mind never come to fruition. We can all pretend that these fantasy encounters have a real life chance.
But getting back to today and that hour to spare...I've acquired a nice little toy stash, even if I'm missing the 9" dildo that I so desperately crave during days like this. Butt plugs, dildos, vibrators...I have the fantasy of needing a custom closet for my toy stash at some point.
If I have the time, I'm starting with anal. I'm exceptionally fond of anal play and it will produce not only that unwavering wetness, but also the most intense of orgasms. I'm not sweet and slow with my ass. I choose my dildo for today's play, lube it generously and sit on it. My ass doesn't get persecuted often, so it's gasping for a break, but I'm not softening the blow. In you go. Because in 30 seconds you'll be having the time of your life. And, today, I was met with an intense objection, ha, so it was a, "we need more lube!" start to the fun.
My pussy lips are hanging long and away from my body while my ass is being forced open by the dildo. I take the largest vibrator I have and inject it deep into my vagina. It takes a great amount of force to double toy play. They try to sneak out. I have not once done double penetration with my toys without thinking about how this would work with two penis'. I hope it will be easier. I hope the men will guide me as I see it done in porn. Because it's going to take all I've got just to sustain my body position. Thinking about sex with two men, of course, gets me even wetter. I make the dildo and vibrator work a little harder. Thrusting in and out, my clitoris is getting swollen to the point of no return.
I'll play in different positions gasping from these two toys for 30-40 minutes. I'm a bit of a marathoner in sexual intercourse, but self love is a much smaller and shorter reward. I orgasm three times and clean my toys. You get to witness the clean up!
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Seducing a Woman - Part II
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Posted:Sep 14, 2016 8:10 pm
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2017 10:02 pm
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We live in a precarious online world. You've decided you'd like to meet someone new. Exciting! So, you find your avenue and put yourself out there. Millions of us have found our way to A F F! I find the disparity of types of people listed here quite amazing and lovely, even just in my city. Some, seemingly more articulate than others, put a modicum of energy into their profile. Some just can't manage those precious few minutes. My favorite is when the latter group of men messages, "Hey, you're sexy" -- and I click over to read who's messaging me and Mr. Sexyounow2000 has zero information on his profile and...how am I to reply to that? I just don't. (Is that an actual profile name? It's a good one 
So, if you've read the first part of 'Seducing a Woman', pinned on this blog, you know to:
*Pay attention and interest to the small details
*Have a positive fucking attitude because it leads to more fucking
*Be yourself. No matter how much you want to be someone else
How do you get to that point of conversation with a stranger? Yeah, you know, that hot stranger with the great photos...
If you're interested in someone's profile, it's probably because they drew you in, totally magnetically, via words, photos...there was some type of representation. YOU need to do this as well. If you're smattering the absolutely awful, "prefer not to say" all over your profile, I'm not going to message you. Is smattering a word? Spell check says sure. Oooh, that reminds me -- read over what you wrote. Nothing is more unattractive than an American man who cannot read or write.
*HAVE A PROFILE THAT DRAWS US INTO YOU AND MAKES US WANT TO GET YOU NAKED
Now that I can read about you and can get an idea of your fitness level, lifestyle, demographic...and deduce the odds of you being a druggie, dickhead, or serial killer...well, now I feel more confident you're real in some respect and away we go, onto the next step.
Conversation is an integral part of human existence. How we communicate defines a large part of how well we can connect with others. Connecting to others is simple - you ask for exactly what you want and those who accept that level of connection will be interested in what you're servin' up. But be motherfucking normal and respectful in the first steps of conversation. I swear for the love of gawd, just TRY to be kinda, sorta, humanely normal.
If all you want is a quickie, that is ok! But I guarantee you that anyone who is going to meet you in the "real world" is going to want to know you're of sound mind first. So act like it!
One of my favorite first messages to this day is:
"Can I fuck you pls"
Since I'm a real woman with standards, a small amount of class, integrity and intelligence, I'm going to need you to come at me with a little more than...well, this. Maybe I'm not the norm. I'd love to hear from those that get excited to receive this message from a stranger.
So, no, I don't want to choke on your cock, spread my legs so you can do whatever it is you're dying to do, or suck your dick in the back of your car. We (hopefully) know what site we joined; I don't want you to be my boyfriend. Don't need you to belong to the country club. I do need you to be sane.
*YOUR FIRST MESSAGE SHOULD BE ONE THAT IS ARTICULATE, SPELLED CORRECTLY AND INQUISITIVE.
If I'm anything like the other women here, I'll tell you a not-so secret: we love to spread our legs, get really wet for you and watch you cum your huge load. We just want to make sure it's worth our time first.
* MAKE US THINK YOU'RE WORTH OUR TIME
Fun sidenote: The shoes in this pic are no longer with us. That was a fun night of fucking that led to me vacuuming a bunch of crystals the next day. You can always buy a new pair of kicks. You can't get back opportunities!
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That Damn Baby
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Posted:Sep 8, 2016 8:25 pm
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2016 7:17 pm
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Today's musings takes me back nearly four years ago. It was date night. My then-boyfriend and I were actively enjoying the lifestyle and had several friends within it. We didn't get naked with most of them. Instead, it was the enjoyment of open conversation and titillating taboo talk that made it easy to actively be friends with these couples. We have a well-kept secret in common. We may not get horizontal, but could still have a fucking fun night out.
Enter into the scene -- one hot summer night with a badass couple that I just love. She's mesmerizing. Long dark hair, curvaceous bod, playful attitude, but it's her unique eyes that are the mesmer...I don't know anyone who doesn't think she's beautiful. They're successful parents to young ones, but he's always going to be the cool to me. He's a dj and we share the love of house music.
This night we met in Steiner Ranch at uncommon territory, but if you know you're going to have good company, what does the location matter? And it really didn't matter, once we sat among four enigmatic couples who were in their late 20's to late 30's to drink away the night. I imbibed in my typical Don Julio 1942. A young couple held my interest. I talked to them for much of the party and once we parted ways I knew I'd seek to see them again. However, that wasn't to happen so easily.
They disappeared into the night and it would take 15 months to get a random email to pop up on my screen one fall day. Turns out the wife got pregnant right after the evening we met and they had recently had the baby. The husband hadn't forgotten about me, that's for sure. He reached out to ask if my business could do some work with them. In that 15 months I had nearly shut down my business and moved to another state across the country. I had also endured the breakup of that longterm relationship. I was in a happy place and even happier to help them out. And so our relationship began.
Ever so slowly, we got to know each other. Building trust with our monthly meetings. We started to get more personal. Knowing the background of openness, this man never made an inappropriate move on me. One day I realized the amount of respect he had for me was too great for him to approach, but I knew he had interest in fucking. I also knew his wife was totally on board with it. Single and frisky, I finally brought up the topic. We openly discussed how we'd make it happen. And then they got pregnant. Again.
Well damn. I want to fuck. I mean, after months of flirtation we finally reached an open discussion. However, this incredible wife has suffered through hellacious sickness every month of the pregnancy. And her husband respected her so much, he wasn't about to go out to get laid while she spent day and night puking her guts out.
We can call it relationship goals. I call it awesome. They just had their healthy baby girl. He asked if I can come by tomorrow to help them out...and get naked. It's about fucking time. This is the one and only time I've comfortably held a professional relationship and a play friendship in the same regard. Let's hope it's as much fun as it's supposed to be!
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Injecting My Nawtiness into the Vanilla Dating World
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Posted:Sep 2, 2016 4:09 pm
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2016 8:38 pm
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So, what's going on in my life? As per the usual, I'm not meeting men nor having sex, so it's time to try yet another adventure avenue...
I put myself on one of those vanilla dating sites with normal guys that post actual face photos rather than their cock in hand. More often than not, they take the time to write a description of who they are and what they want that says more than, "I want 2 make u cum tonight!" or some other misspelled atrocity. There's a big wide world out there of conservatives apparently. Sometimes I wonder how many of you guys are here. And there. Have I seen your cock and your smile without engagement? That would make for a fun memory match game!
So, this lil stunt puts me in an interesting predicament. I don't hide who I am. I don't hide what I want. And in order for me to truly connect with a man, I give of myself fully. I've tested this open-minded honesty in the conservative world and it has yet to work in my favor.
So, here I am, within a few days of joining this vanilla app, finding myself on my first date. That was a fatass shitshow. But, hey, let's see what guy #2 is like. He's older, looks fairly fit and somewhat attractive. Honestly, I'm not so sure about this guy from terms of attraction, but I REALLY like what he has to say. We've had good conversation and he's easy to communicate with. He's also fairly aggressive with asking me to do something, which is always a good sign. I can tell this is a good guy, so I throw in a daring move -- I have him pick me up at my house, instead of just meeting me at our destination. He shows up at my door and my jaw drops!
He's beautiful. Holy shit. Blown away. I put thirty minutes into a shower and getting dressed with almost no makeup. Damn. Dinner lasts four hours. He kisses me. It's fantastic. He drops me off at my door and as he makes his way across my lawn to his car, I yell, "send me dirty messages later!". He does. But now, if this guy were from A F F, he would have my dirt laid before him and I could invite him to my home for a fun fuck session.
This guy doesn't have that vital background data and I actually like who he is, what he's up to and where he's going in life. Date number two with this man was another super fun excursion out for adventure. So, here I am injecting myself into the vanilla dating world and here comes the load of trouble I tend to find myself in along with it.
I realize a small percentage of the crowd here is lifestyle and that probably an even smaller percentage wants to partake in group sex or be open enough to enjoy watching their partner sexually engage another individual. Well, I truly enjoy this! It's not essential, but I can't imagine not ever living that life again. It just takes one equally twisted, ahem, special guy.
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What I Want
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Posted:Aug 26, 2016 9:13 pm
Last Updated:Jul 6, 2017 11:00 am
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I've had experiences that expanded my mind and challenged my body. I've had lovers that have allowed me to explore and enough quality time as a single to get to know my true desires.
I think one of the goals of life is to enjoy every moment.
I know what I want. Or rather, who. He is a guy I run into on a regular basis. We have a casual flirtation that has now lasted nearly a year. He has made no move to progress this flirtation, yet will put himself into my space anytime we see each other. I'm not my usual confident, goofy self around this man. Instead I'm shy. Curious. Careful. Sometimes at a loss for words. It's unsettling to see myself acting this way. I fucking hate it. I want to tell him of how I want to get him naked. Invade his personal space. Inhale a big deep breath of his air. Climb atop and straddle his erectness and salsa my hips for all of the carefree hours. And that might be a little too much, so instead each week, it's the same safe scenario, "Hi, how are you?"
I think one of the goals of life is to take risks. Calculate, but still seek risk vs reward. Have a goal and set to achieve it.
If I know what I want, what do I seek to find here? I'm neither dumb nor narrow minded. I don't believe there is that "one" I'm looking for. I connect with far too many people in life to believe that. However, to find someone traveling along a similar life path who is open minded as fuck, would be fairly grand.
That guy who makes fitness a priority. Knows enough about clean living to not guzzle down gatorade because he exercised that day. Takes personal responsibility and can communicate to resolution. He's fairly enigmatic or of the savior faire persuasion. That is the kicker...we have all looked across the room at one time to notice someone that we want to know more about. That person we want to notice us. And that is exactly what I want.
As of late, I've had a string of errored meets. I had a first date today -- guy was easily 40 lbs heavier than his photos. Wtf. Recently connected very well with a guy on A F F to have him flake out on our date. That's happened a bit too often. Total waste of time.
Think about this: if you're unsure of something, take the time to understand why. If it applies, communicate your concerns out loud. Perhaps, then, you can solve the issue. If it's just not worth it to you, move on.
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Being 'The Other Woman'
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Posted:Aug 11, 2016 12:23 pm
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2016 8:55 pm
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When I was younger I was insecure and had preconceived notions about what life was about. Especially what love was about. This is typical, of course. The wisdom that comes with life experiences teaches us that much of what we want changes over time.
Some of these preconceived notions were just silly: waiting until marriage to have sex, never date a divorced man because you don't believe in divorce, get married by 40 because the single 40-somethings you know are unhappy and on anti-depressants. Amazingly, I never had the notion of not engaging in sexual acts with multiple people -- at the same time. This makes me bust out laughing.
The thing is, today, sitting here, I'm writing this post as a very happy single woman. Who lives the life that makes her happy. Without misconceptions (ok, yes I have the hangup about age, but younger men are what I absolutely find attractive), and by making up my own rules on what life and love should be about.
We often find ourselves in situations we'd never believe to happen. Which is exactly what happened to me when I became 'the other woman' to a married man. I used to workout with this guy. When he saw me online on a swinger site, he messaged me. The thing is, he's really, really pretty. Smart and kicking ass. And we clicked. I immediately felt at home in his presence and I liked his dominant, alpha male nature.
The weekend we met his wife was away on business, so for three days straight we hardly slept. We fucked for hours in the bed he shares with his wife. Who has had sex with him maybe three times in two years. I asked questions and listened to his frustrations.
I took him to a CRAZY lifestyle party at a swinger club where he met no less than 40 of my dear friends. He'd never been to anything remotely close to this before. His seemingly virginal attributes were adored by my friends. At one point during the night, I crawled across the floor on my hands and knees in my black catsuit to rest where one of my incredibly gorgeous girlfriends was sitting. I ran my hands up her thighs, under her skirt and leaned up to french kiss her. She and I laughed playfully. I looked back at him. I have never seen a man with a bigger smile.
On night three, completely spent from a weekend of no sleep, we had just finished fucking. I'm covered in cum and he said to me, "this is going to be hard to stop". We were hooked. I didn't want to take any spot in his life. I wanted his wife to appreciate him again. He is in love with her. But I really enjoyed the sex, so we continued to see each other. I would tell him, "Know that eventually I will leave you."
We traveled to Dallas, setting up play sessions with women and men. We ate at a wonderful five star restaurant and laughed hysterically at men who would double take my way as we walked the streets (which, interestingly, became a fantasy and a blog post). We played during the day and talked of dirty fantasies. He never saw me in makeup or flattering lighting. We ventured to an orgy party watching 14 or more (I don't know, it was sooo many naked bodies) people fuck their little hearts out at this North Austin mansion. I liked him, but I liked much, much more that I was free to fuck others and do as I please. He loved and got off on the stories.
I read articles online about being the other woman. I didn't feel shame. I didn't have remorse. Should I? I was just living my life as I wished. I knew there would be dire consequences if exposed, so I guarded the secret with my life. Two of my girlfriends knew and gave me some nasty eyes, so we talked little of it as the weeks and months rolled by. And then he spoke of remorse. And guilt. I hoped it meant that he and his wife were reconnecting. And then the day came where he didn't call, nor did he return my email. And I really hope that means that they're doing well again. I root for them!
Would I enter into this type of situation again? I'm not sure. That level of comfort and connection is hard to find. Being in the lifestyle, I'm able to appreciate and understand my place as a sexual partner. I don't take away from others that have this or want this type of relationship. For many who aren't mentally healthy, it's a slippery slope.
Would I rather have an open relationship with a single man who is able to hold my hand on the streets of Austin? For sure. Am I glad I experienced this connection? Absolutely! I wouldn't take it back or ask for it to be different in any way. Being the other woman brought stipulations on my relationship I'd never experienced before. Maybe the forbidden aspect turned me on. All I know at this point in time, is just about anything is a possibility. If it works, it just does. Ya know?
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Virtual Symposium 21: My Fucking Teachers
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Posted:Aug 7, 2016 11:29 am
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2016 10:10 pm
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Who are you if you are stripped of your title, wealth and your connections? Who are we if not for our life experiences, lessons, and musings? Are we not the sum of those things in the end?
My experiences make me who I am. My thoughts are derived from the good and the bad. Equally. I like to think that the bad experiences teach us how to deal with adversity and the good make life a really fun ride.
Here is my contribution to the 21st Virtual Symposium. The subject of teachers...my sexual teachers get a nod here. It is of interest to me how none of them will know I've remembered their handiwork.
My very first teacher: 7th grade. Johnny - 8th grade. Black leather jacket wearing, self-descripted bad boy. My first kiss. After school. Leaning up against the bicycle rack. My bike was probably in the rack. Lol
Lesson: Full, pouty lips on a man are super fucking sexy and fun to kiss!
My very first sex ed: 18 years old. Made it out of high school. Barely. It was a roommate. Big black cock. A close friend to this very day, even though the sex only lasted a few months.
Lesson: You can be friends with someone after sex. Sheesh, it's been 20 yrs.
My very first girl on girl: 30 years old. I wanted this experience as far back as high school! I needed to know what it was like to kiss a girl. Touch a girl. Would I discover that I'm gay? A guy I was dating setup a date as a couple with another young couple. We hit it off and the men left us alone for awhile to enjoy each other. I loved her jet black hair.
Lesson: I'm not gay! HA!
My very first online meetup from a sex site: 33 years old. He was a husband who liked having a girlfriend on the side. He and his wife would set up their separate date nights on the same night. She liked to go find innocent young men at the bar. The hubby liked a consistent girlfriend. Poor guy, within three weeks, I met my own boyfriend on the same site and stopped seeing him sexually. He was charming as fuck. Also very good in bed. Attentive, sweet, and an excellent communicator. He's now my dentist.
Lesson: be open-minded and put yourself out there to try something new on occasion.
My first swinging experience with a boyfriend: 33 years old. Nervous. Excited, horny. Fuck my life. The guy, equally nervous, couldn't stay hard. Meanwhile, my boyfriend, is hard as a rock, having the time of his life fucking the other girl. Haha. You'll probably never have as many conflicting emotions as when you choose to let an exclusive relationship become an open one.
Lesson: Let go and have fun, develop confidence, trust your partner, make sure you shower.
My first amazing kiss with a girl: 37 yrs old. She is 28, blonde, beautiful and so fucking smart. Kissing her is like kissing a field of dreams. Even the music plays. Naughty. Sensuous. With her I have no issue of PDA. We just go for it!
Lesson: Women, in my experience, are way better kissers than men.
You never know how you can impact another. Thanks to all of my teachers! Here's to having more experiences to learn from! Til then...thanks for reading my submission to the 21st Virtual Symposium. I recommend you check out the other contributors entries to the symposium as well. You can do so here: [post Participants List For the Twentyfirst Virtual Symposium Teachers]21st Virtual Symposium!
The photo attached is from my first girl on girl experience!
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What's The Craziest Thing You've Ever Done?
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Posted:Jul 31, 2016 9:03 pm
Last Updated:Jul 6, 2017 11:01 am
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Men ask me quite often, "what's the craziest thing you've ever done?" This question needs clarification. You want to know the craziest thing I've ever done in my life? Ohhh, you mean in the realm of sexual experience? Hopefully there's time to expand upon this topic because I really haven't yet done anything that I have found to be particularly crazy.
What is crazy?! Giving a blowjob in the middle of a restaurant? A gangbang with five guys? Joining the mile high club with the pilot. Wow, that would be fun! I just got out the notebook to write that down as an addition to my growing list of life goals: Sex with the pilot on the plane, in the air. Plaster ass up against window.
Totally plausible. One of the pilots of my recent private jet experience was fucking hot, after all.
We all have our own level of crazy. Our own level of interesting. And hey, our own level of goal setting. When I have been asked this question before and I bounce it back to my cohort, I've had some eye popping responses. Mostly on a level that I never hope to personally witness. Ok, yes, that was crazy. You win.
I've had fun group sex. Not so fun group sex. Boats, bathrooms, and tons of public sex. What can I say, I'm an exhibitionist!
If I had to single out an experience, I choose this one because it goes against my submissive sexual personality the most. And that is the crazy part, I played a character for this experience. And it was divine!
The story goes a little something like this...
A particularly exciting night for me at the time; my then-boyfriend set up a date for me with a young single male. It was obvious the boyfriend was nervous to let me meet this guy alone. Many discussions about how the night would possibly go ensued. I just wanted to be able to have a drink with this guy Downtown to get to know him, see what he was about and build the chemistry.
We ended up having this drink as a threesome and the guy is very cute. He's had experiences as a single male with a couple before this night. Smart, fit, masculine -- he still had an innocent boyish quality to him because, after all, he was only 28. I'm all yesss's and let's get home and get naked.
I had an idea. I'm an idea kind of girl. Ya just gotta roll with it. I had bondage tape. I got both men naked and sat them on the boyfriend's sofa. I proceeded to tape their ankles. Their wrists. Their mouths. And...their eyes. I'm giggling like a school girl. I step back to admire my handiwork. Wads of red bondage tape spun round and round have turned these naked men into pure art. I have one of Austin's finest -- yep, an Austin Police Officer, and a Master Paramedic naked. Totally taped up. With rock hard cocks. Sitting on this sofa. These fuckers are all miiiine. Talk about cutting through the red tape (love my lame jokes).
I do what any sensible girl would do. I just engulf one hard cock in my mouth while I reach out with a free hand to rub the other. I'm rather surprised they're so hard. They are, too. These are dominant men. I do end up taking off some of the tape. I want to see their lips part and hear them gasp as I take them deep into my throat. Sucking that breath in hard and back out...this was such a pleasure to just hear them breathe. Helpless men trying not to cum. While I pour over them like a starved slut.
It's not that crazy. Perhaps it unlikely that many can say they've had an experience like it. HA...it's not so much the experience, as it was me happily taking control and playing the dominant role. Even if only for a short time, it was such a beautiful sight to see. Taste. Smell. Enjoy.
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Your Assumptions and You
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Posted:Jul 27, 2016 7:35 pm
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2016 7:43 pm
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Defining assume/assumption:
- to take for granted. Suppose
- to take over without justification
- presumption
- belief without proof
How many assumptions do you make of a fellow human being every single day? Driving to work. Walking to your job. Jeezus, at your job. At the grocery store. The bank. Restaurants...
All of us are guilty of assumption. Nasty, dirty, fucking mean, unrealistic assumption. It's all rooted in our own insecurities and, ultimately, deciphers from a lack of communication.
Not to mention the assumptions made on this, ahem, hookup friendly site. Do you categorize a woman a certain way just because she's here? Is a man quickly judged for what he does or doesn't say?
Here are my views regarding assumption. The ones I make. Those I see. None of it is fair, it's all purely from experience, opinion and to be accepted and viewed as just that:
* Misspellings, grammatical impotence, illiterate notes and plain 'ol incoherency
- it can be assumed you don't know, don't care, or damn - what fucking drugs are you on?
* Treating others with total disrespect just because it's the internet
- believe it or not, there is someone on the other side. Being direct about your likes/dislikes and that you are not a connection is totally fair. Slandering, name calling and being an asshole is only something an insecure person does. If you wouldn't say it to someone's face, why say it here? Be an asshole and that woman is going to end up being your loan officer. For a house you really want.
* Taking for granted that someone you don't know is going to sleep with you upon first meet
- it may be assumed you are new to meeting members of the opposite sex online. Or I wonder what drugs you are on
So, I can totally take a lesson from this playbook:
Assume less. Ask more questions. If you don't get a response that is in line with what you're looking for, move on. Assume less. Ask more questions! I could type this all day...
Ask for what you want. Be clear about it.
If you don't fit what someone is looking for, don't bother them! Your match is out there waiting for you! Go find those fuckers!!
Be honest about your situation. Hey, we're coming in blind. Not judging the marrieds, bipolar, or fetishy types, but be upfront. You'll know those hangin' with you like you for allll of you!
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Just for fun. Lezz make assumptions! What YOU can assume of me. PLEASE take all of this for granted:
I ask for what I want. I'm going to be direct.
Not going to lead any man on in a sexual way until I'm attracted and want to be physical.
I will probably challenge the fuck out of you. It's who I am. Please challenge me to be better. I expect and welcome it. I'm not asking for anything I can't deliver or live up to.
So, what can the grand audience of FriendFinder-x assume about you?!?
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The Fucking Bucket List - Part 2 - Two Men
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Posted:Jul 12, 2016 9:38 pm
Last Updated:Aug 11, 2016 6:39 pm
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The Fucking Bucket List is a series of posts exploring my wants, wishes, desires and future endeavors. In Part 1, I explained why Shibari perks my B's. It's time for the next post in this series - Two Men. These posts are in no formal order, however today's topic is of particular interest.
What's your number one fantasy? What is the one fantasy that continually resurfaces...even if in a different context that core idea is always there for you?
What's my numero uno, you ask? I'll take multiple men for $800, Alex. I can't help myself. I'm gonna throw a few of these !!!! around, so prepare yourself. Multiple men in my bedroom is arousing. No, wait. It's breathtaking. Hmm...I'm trying to be dramatic here. It's electrifying!! Yes, the very idea of two men taking over my body will send an electric pulse right to my center. It aches. There are just so many fucking positions to explore. How flexible am I?!
I was thirty years old when my personal sexual liberation began (hmmm...this will become a post someday). I discovered the lifestyle soon after moving to Austin, although I didn't dive in or even really address my sexual desires for some time. I prefer to have a committed partner to explore most of these naughty temptations with, so while single, some of these fantasies are not a priority.
Multiple men, however, is always a possibility. Always on my mind. I've been in the scenario before and for me to describe each time I've TRIED to fuck two men at the same time and FAILED, it's a comedy of ridiculous errors that's too sad to type out loud. Seriously. Obviously the infamous post, "The Night I Destroyed a Sailboat" details a wonderful night of sex with my then-boyfriend and oral sex with my favorite husband (of another woman). I didn't have intercourse with both of those men. Add in a handful of nights where two men have been at my disposal and as mentioned above, sex with both hasn't happened. So, that's where this fucking bucket list item comes into play...
I want to engage in intercourse with two straight men who are not strangers, but rather trusted sexual partners who I care for and hold me in the same regard. That trust is not something a man gains in a flash. It is earned. My safety is priority for these men. The very core of me knows they will never cross my boundaries for their own personal gain. Therefore I'm able to let go and beg them to be rough and fuck me hard. Because they can be trusted, there will be little boundary.
They are large men, maybe some would describe as meaty. I have a thing for tall, muscular men that can pick me up with one arm. Almost as though I'm insignificant. A woman of my strength enjoys the assurance that I won't "best" the man in competition. Because I usually do.
I think why this fantasy appeals is twofold - I love a really good challenge and I like to be kept busy -- all of this energy has to go somewhere! There are worse ways to spend a fantasy -- dreaming of being tag teamed by two is how I'll spend mine, until something more fun pops up!
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I'm Back! Where Have I Been?!
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Posted:Jul 11, 2016 7:35 pm
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2016 9:23 pm
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I just arrived home from Europe. Incredible memories, let's be real - blurry ones, mostly. How the fuck does a sane person cover ten miles per day via foot, venture to 17 cities in thirteen days, ten airports, sleep four hours a night, drink a bottle of wine everyday and still have a smile on her face? Oh. I know how.
Motivation is supposed to be the answer here. Were you thinking I was going to say sex? I was supposed to have a fuck ton of sex in Europe. I packed condoms in my backpack - if you've ever vacationed with a backpack, you know what this means - every single thing you pack has to have a purpose. No fluff allowed. Cause bullshit gets heavy. I'm disappointed to type this, so very disappointed. I didn't use the condoms. But then, if you think about how much moving I did, maybe it's understandable?
I tried seducing a hot driver who took me from Cadiz to Seville Spain. He kissed me as we parted ways and I asked him what he was up to the next day. His best friend was to marry. Are you fucking kidding me? That gets in the way of sex.
I tried fucking a cute guy who I partied with in Lisbon, Portugal. Turns out, he's just a cute alcoholic.
I did, however, have an amazing vacation. I hiked the unimaginably beautiful Cinque Terre of Italy. I fell in love (hardcore in love) with Seville, Spain. I floated weightless for hours there at a wonderful spa. Wandered beautiful towns like Genoa, Italy and Cadiz, Spain. I surfed the waves in Cascais, Portugal. I made a ton of friends in Lisbon. Also had my purse stolen in Lisbon (assholes).
The experience of a lifetime and the freedom of opportunity doesn't mean I'm going to compromise my standards just to have sex. That's stupid and boring. Guess we'll have to follow up this lame story with something a bit more fun. HA
To be continued...
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