The Ex
|
Posted:Jun 1, 2014 9:47 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2016 5:25 am
7655 Views
|
I have this ex, we met for the first time in 2008 at the door at one of those cheap hotel rooms people rent by the hours.
The first time we met, we both have a surprised look on our face. Pleasantly surprised, that we both look clean, decent and unassuming. We were one another's type. We went into the room, introduced ourselves and had a nice chat for an hour or 2, where we talk about our professions, our first impression of one another. He told me he was seeing someone, but the relationship was troubled. I didn't really mind at that point of time. I was just a horny girl, waiting to get laid for the night.
The more we talk, the more the mutual attraction grew. Despite meeting him for the first time, I felt like I've known him for ages. I felt comfortable around him. I wanted him to kiss me, hold me, and never let me go.
We had sex for the first time that night, it was nothing special, but I felt comfortable in his presence. I was the third party in his relationship but I felt no guilt. When we parted for the night, he asked if he can see me again. I agreed and we did, for several times. Each date was memorable, no man ever treated me like this and I was appreciative of his sweet gestures.
We got together after he broke up with his then girlfriend. But soon we had problems of our own. Maybe I was too young, I was after all, 7 years his junior. I behaved like a petulant when I got angry. Maybe it was cute the first few times, after that he got tired of me and my temper.
Needless to say, over the course of the 3 years relationship, we broke up 2 times. Each time we got into a bigger fight, his love for me grew lesser. I demanded his attention, his time. Yet I was offered none in return. When we broke up the final time, i felt a huge pang of guilt like I lose something that was good to me. I went through a phase when I was angry with him for breaking up with me, refusing to admit I was partly to blame. I also went through a difficult and depressive state where I was suicidal and self destructive. Of course that was a huge turn off for him.
I tried to find other men to take my mind off him. It didn't work so I haven't been trying since then. Can you believe my last sex was close to 2 yrs ago?
It has been about 3 years since we broke up. Have I changed for the better? I am not sure. I believe I have had enough time for self reflection, but it's hard to say how well i can control my tempers when emotions are involved.
Recently he messaged me again to wish me happy birthday. We started chatting on a regular basis but sometimes he blew hot and cold to me. Some days he happily shared with me every detail of his life, it felt like we never parted. On bad days, he took his time to reply me.
I eventually took the initiative to ask him our for coffee. Despite agreeing to meet me, I am not sure if it was what he really wanted. He seems reluctant, almost like he was pulling away from me again.
why reach out to me and then pull away? It's a very cruel thing to do. Why blow hot and cold to me, given my temper and character, you ought to know how I will react to this.
|
|
|
7
Comments
|
|
The Imaginarium of Doctor Panassus
|
Posted:Mar 28, 2011 9:21 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2016 5:31 am
11132 Views
|
I don't quite know what to make of yesterday.
I went to the meet up location hoping it will be a casual date. A coffee and movie date. I was honestly psyched up about the movie we were going to see that night - The Imaginarium of Doctor Panassus. We will introduce ourselves and talk about our jobs, interests, our objectives in life, the people we have dated and the relationships we've been through.
Over coffee, I was surprisingly reserved about sharing my views and experiences with him. Maybe I was afraid to show him my vulnerable side. Maybe I wasn't ready to dig up my past and share them. I passively made him talk more about himself. His work. His exes. His passion. A small part of me wish to share and tell; the words were at the tip of my tongue but I felt choked. I shared nothing of myself to him.
The date was going pretty well. I like what I see very much and I was interested in what he have to say. He was pleased to see that I was attentive and cute. However things took a drastic turn when we were seated in the theatre.
I was trying hard to concentrate on watching the trailers. He asked if I was cold. If I have space at my side. If I would like to have his arms and shoulders around me. I was tempted. I long for the touch of a man. The warmth and softness of a man's embrace. He looked at me intently. His hand caressed my chin, urging me to look at him in the eyes. I was shy but I couldn't take my eyes off him either. I felt desired and wanted. I felt sexy knowing that he wants me, and I want him badly too.
Our pillowy lips met. Our tongues toyed with one another. It fired up my desire for him. We left the cinema 20mins into the show.
------
We made our way into a hotel where we could have some private time. I climbed on top of him, kissing him.. before I knew it, his hard cock was rubbing against my pussy and begging to enter me. He had no condoms on him. Perhaps it was premeditated on his part. It was a big no no for me usually, but yesterday I felt very compelled to make an exception for him. Very silly of me, I know. But I still sat on his cock and made him thrust his member into me.
It hurts a lot more than I expected. I haven't been fucked in 2 months and I wasn't used to a thicker cock. As much as it hurts and the intense soreness I felt, I still wanna fuck him so badly. I had to take several breaks in between as it was too much for me to bear. He was also a lot more heavy handed in handling me, which is something I was not used to.
During the break we had the usual pillow talk. talks that were silly, but somewhat romantic. Stuff that could potentially be rehearsed lines. How he could see himself falling in love with someone like me. I reacted in disbelief but I was secretly pleased. I appeared to be somewhat mentally distanced from him again at this point. Millions of thoughts were running through my head but I refused to addressed them to him. I replied in a very ambiguous manner when asked point blank about how I felt about him. I simply said I felt positive about him. We talk about our bad points. The type of person we wanna date and be with. He even spoke of the ideal woman he would like to be the mother of his .
I frankly cannot see if he is lying through his teeth or was he being genuinely sincere to me. If he's true and if I play along with the right cards, it could potentially lead to something. And now it possibly up to me to decide if I wanna play along in all sincerity, or if I just wanna have a plaything for now.
-------
I should have ignore his invitation to get close. I should have been a lot more firm and insisted that I wanna be left alone watching the movie. I should not have paid attention to his stares and caress. I should not have agreed to leave the cinema with him. I should not have fuck him.
|
|
|
6
Comments
|
|
Sex addiction.
|
Posted:Dec 24, 2008 6:03 am
Last Updated:Aug 8, 2014 11:49 am
11458 Views
|
Just a question for everyone here:
Have you ever considered the possibilities that you might be a sex addict?
Here's 12 questions for you to analyze yourself:
1. Do you keep secrets about your sexual or romantic activities from those important to you? Do you lead a double life?
2. Have your needs driven you to have sex in places or situations or with people you would not normally choose?
3. Do you find yourself looking for sexually arousing articles or scenes in newspapers, magazines, or other media?
4. Do you find that romantic or sexual fantasies interfere with your relationships or are preventing you from facing problems?
5. Do you frequently want to get away from a sex partner after having sex? Do you frequently feel remorse, shame, or guilt after a sexual encounter?
6. Do you feel shame about your body or your sexuality, such that you avoid touching your body or engaging in sexual relationships? Do you fear that you have no sexual feelings, that you are asexual?
7. Does each new relationship continue to have the same destructive patterns which prompted you to leave the last relationship?
8. Is it taking more variety and frequency of sexual and romantic activities than previously to bring the same levels of excitement and relief?
9. Have you ever been arrested or are you in danger of being arrested because of your practices of voyeurism, exhibitionism, , sex with minors, indecent phone calls, etc.?
10. Does your pursuit of sex or romantic relationships interfere with your spiritual beliefs or development?
11. Do your sexual activities include the risk, threat, or reality of disease, pregnancy, coercion, or violence?
12. Has your sexual or romantic behavior ever left you feeling hopeless, alienated from others, or suicidal?
|
|
|
4
Comments
|
|
Plygrnd Lv
|
Posted:Nov 23, 2008 11:08 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2016 5:25 am
9836 Views
|
I told you, I don't tend to go for Caucasians. They are brash, rude, pushy. But Baby.. Baby you surprised me.
You kept your distance from me. You behaved like a shy Asian man-boy, wanting to come closer but knew better not to. Smart moves I say; you left the Asian chick desperately wanting more.
We spent our Friday night near my place. Between us, we shared a six pack tiger. By my 5th sip, I pretended to be high. Once I finished my 1st can, the distance between us closed up considerably.
By my 2nd can, you took noticed of my hands. How small and cute they were compared to yours. I placed mine on yours, playfully measuring the difference with my fingertips. Smart boy, you pulled the hand moves on me. And just as I predicted, you placed your hand on the back of my neck and gave me the massage I so needed.
I bet you didn't know, it usually takes more than 2 cans to get me high. It takes more than a six pack to get me drunk. Somehow the alcohol content in our six pack were a lot - I do mean a lot - higher.
You cheekily mentioned the remaining gap between us - it was no more than 20cm. I decided to make things easier for us. I slid my body closer to you and unpredictably once I turned my face to you, you planted a kiss on my lips.
French men. Are they always this smooth?
Our lips parted slightly, our tongues inquisitively exploring each other like new found friends. Your hands held me firmly, occasionally tickling me on my back, while mine was feeling you through every textures on your body - your soft neat hair, the button on your shirt, the rough facial hairs on your jaws and that bulge growing in your pants.
You know I can't wait to have you for myself.
Title inspired by The Virgin Suicides film score by Air.
|
|
|
1
comment
|
|
It's 5am and I don't make sense.
|
Posted:Nov 21, 2008 1:09 pm
Last Updated:Aug 8, 2014 12:04 pm
10360 Views
|
Sometimes, we thought we met the right person - a person who could very well make a difference in our lives.
Anxiously we charge up head first, eagerly to please one another. Too much happened too soon; we grew bored of our new found feelings.
What thrill is there left behind, if we had already savored every imaginable desire?
|
|
|
0
Comments
|
|
high & dry
|
Posted:Nov 15, 2008 2:58 pm
Last Updated:Sep 2, 2016 9:13 am
10702 Views
|
I confess, I have a thing for cocks.
I love them. I prefer a well-sized one - the length of my hand from base to tip and with a diameter of 2 and a half fingers. I like them to be bendies and it doesn't matters which direction he rises to; I will make him hit the spot with me.
Just moments earlier, I admitted to someone that guys with nice hands and arms turns me on and that is the first physical attributes I notice in a dressed man (besides height and nice skin). However it became a lot clearer to me later as I watched him masturbate himself right in front of my eyes. How every sinews and veins in his forearms mirrors that of his cock.
It was extremely sexy sight and a helluva turn on for me. I wonder how it would feel if I ran my tongue across the shaft to the tip, and wrap my lips over it... How would that slight contraction in his cock that happens right before he cums feels like on my lips? Would the little guy tremble with every orgasmic bursts and spurt of cum?
I think this is where my fascination with blowjobs comes from.
Note: This is not an invitation for anyone to send/post pictures of their cocks to me. You could try, but I'm not obliged to comment. 
|
|
|
4
Comments
|
|
|
|
To link to this blog (satinsheetnight) use [blog satinsheetnight] in your messages.
|
|
|
| Sun |
Mon |
Tue |
Wed |
Thu |
Fri |
Sat |
| |
|
1
|
2
|
3
|
4
|
5
|
6
|
7
|
81
|
9
|
10
|
11
|
12
|
13
|
14
|
15
|
16
|
17
|
18
|
19
|
20
|
21
|
22
|
23
|
24
|
252
|
26
|
27
|
28
|
29
|
30
|
31
|
|
|
|
