TMI Tuesday 9/11

1. Where was the first place you ever had sex? If we’re talking about sex involving penetration, it was in my bedroom in my Mom’s house. Oral sex, well, I’ve written about that before.
2. Does size matter? (open to interpretation boys and girls) Yes and no. Sure, a huge cock can be a thing of awe. But, more importantly, it’s how you use the equipment.
3. Have you ever had sex in your office or your place of employment? Nope.
4. Ever been skinny dipping? Yep.
5. Top or bottom? Both, several times.

Bonus: Where were you September 11, 2001? What were you doing when you first heard about the twin towers? Driving to work, listening to the radio. Heard one anchor mention it in passing, flipped to NPR and they didn’t say a word. Kept flipping until I finally heard more news. Got to my office and instead went to the house of a friend who lived a block away, to watch TV and see what was happening to the world.

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I {Heart} Gordon Ramsey

I admit, I have a schoolgirl crush on Gordon Ramsey. I’d first become aware of him at the launch of “Hell’s Kitchen,” a reality cooking contest where aspiring chefs compete for the chance to run a restaurant under the mentorship of British bad-boy chef Gordon Ramsey.

Ramsey’s known for his ultra-high standards of perfection; he doesn’t restrain himself someone fails to meet his standards of perfection. “You donkey,” he’ll scream at someone who has left him down. Prepared dishes, ready to be served, are flung in the trash. He never fails to turn a mistake into a teaching lesson (even if it’s delivered at a loud decibel). “Shut it down! Shut it all down!” he’ll order when he’s run out of patience with his cooks, and at that, diners are summarily kicked out of his television “restaurant” regardless of whether they’ve actually been fed.

Meeting Mr. P (A Year Later)

(Note: I’d partially written this post, then never finished it because things didn’t progress with Mr. P. Since this is a sex blog with very little sex, and since I met him exactly one year ago today, I thought it would be fun to finish and post this entry. FWIW, today is also the anniversary of when I first starting talking to the Dark Horse. He and I burned up the email wires that day, then I went out and fucked another man! Go figure… A couple days after the events described in this post, I had sex again with Mr. P. That’s the last time I’ve had sex. <sigh>)

Once I got past college, I was more-or-less done with the idea of sex-without-strings. I know it works for some people, but it didn’t appeal to me for a few reasons.

If I’m going to have sex with someone, I want to know them well enough to know what turns them on, and vice versa. So that eliminates your random bar hook-ups. Plus, I’d prefer to be having sex with someone I find genuinely interesting. If we can’t sit down and have a conversation about something unrelated to sex, it’s unlikely I’ll find you interesting enough to sleep with. Lastly–and this is the most difficult one–I’d rather sleep with someone repeatedly rather than having a one-time hook-up. After all, the sex is likely to get better, not worse. But if you find each other reasonably attractive and you can have an intelligent conversation with one another and you’re having sex on some kind of repeat basis, you potentially find yourself headed down a slippery slope. Assuming you’re both single (and I’m not interested in guys who are cheating on their girlfriends or wives), one of you is likely to eventually want more of a relationship than just sex.

And, let’s face it, it’s usually the woman who gets her heart broken, isn’t it?

So that’s why I was intrigued when I read Mr. P’s online personal.

Success!

I successfully resisted all temptation and didn’t give him a blowjob! He did his best to try to persuade me, and there was a lot of cajoling and smooth talking and kissing and caressing, but I kept my lips (and hands and everything else) off of his cock.

Sometimes it’s the small steps that feel like major victories.

I Will Not Give Him a Blowjob!

I’m seeing J2, my ex-boyfriend who’s relatively dominant, this weekend. And I keep telling myself, “I will not give him a blowjob. I will not give him a blowjob. I will not give him a blowjob.” I hope the message has sunk into my brain, and I’m able to resist.

That Shook My Memories

Over the last year, I’ve become much more interested and in touch with my submissive side. It’s something I only became cognizant of in the last six or seven years (though I did little to pursue it), and before that time, I would have described myself as dominant. (And I still think I have a dominant personality in a lot of other areas of my life.)

As I’ve recently spent more time thinking about submission, I’ve realized that my submissive side has always existed, and I had submissive interactions for years before I “knew” I was submissive. Some of my earliest sexual fantasies were submissive in nature, and when I flirted with boys in high school and college, I was usually attracted to the dominant ones.

Ups and Downs

With the year ending in less than two weeks, I realized that my sex life this year has been a mixed bag.

I had sex four times this year. That is, real sex–Bill Clinton sex–with another human being. Vibrators don’t count. That’s twice with J2 and twice with Mr. P.

Love of the Cock, Part 2

I’ve previously written about how much I love to give blow jobs. I also might be one of those rare women who enjoy looking at cock shots. (Bad Wifey has some great ones on her blog.) So it got me to thinking, although I love to look at and play with healthy-sized cocks, I’m not necessarily a size queen.

Love of the Cock

(Yes, I realize I’ve been MIA. I’ll try to post more this month, I promise!)

Lately I’ve been thinking about all things oral. If given a choice, I’d much prefer to give a blow job than receive oral sex. Truthfully, I find 69 to be somewhat distracting, and I’ll admit (somewhat reluctantly) that I’ve never cum from a guy going down on me. But I have cum (many times!) while worshipping a man’s cock. There’s just something about it that’s an enormous turn-on.

Beneath This Conservative Exterior…

If you saw me in a business meeting, I’d be comfortably talking to corporate executives. I’m dressed in a classically tailored business suit, nothing too loud or garish. It’s one of a dozen in my closet. Maybe it’s navy, or a black pinstripe, or a beige, or the three-piece knit suit that everyone mistakes for a St. John. Beneath my suit jacket, I’m likely to be wearing a sweater camisole, or a silk cami, but nothing too revealing. Lace trim isn’t appropriate in the business setting where I work. I might be wearing a single strand of pearls and matching earrings, or a simple gold choker. I adore shoes, and my footwear is likely to hint at the sexy edge that lies beneath my conservative exterior.