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This isn’t my usual thing, but since I’ve been asked this time I’ll answer...
On a scale of 1-10, how satisfied are you with your sex life?
Quantity is a 4
Quality is a 102. If someone shoves you up against a wall while kissing you, your reaction is?Adrenaline surge, tongues wrestling, panties getting very damp (if I have any on) and then grabbing his ass to make sure his hard cock rubs up against the right spot.3. What is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done or said to you?Acknowledging an anniversary by indulging one of my whims; Bringing a fantasy to life unexpectedly; telling me he loved me while he was deep inside of me – It was an incredible evening.4. Where is the most unusual place you have ever had sex? There’s several but on top of a pool table; on a staircase; on the washing machine all seem to rise to the top of the list.
5. How do you liked to be kissed?Deeply, tenderly, lots of tongue and those little nibbles at my lips at the end make me go wild.Bonus (as in optional):Most embarrassing sexual moment?Learning after the fact that his roommates considered my overnight visits an excellent opportunity for “live audio porn”. Apparently if you were next door in the bathtub you could hear right through the wall and no one bothered to inform me of this fact. Until the night I quietly slipped from the room to use the bathroom afterwards - and found them all still in there listening, complete with beer and snacks…
Did you know the strongest muscle in the body is the tongue? Be sure to keep it limber, warmed up and well-toned so you don't strain it. Boytoy did that once; Now I'm careful to keep him exercising it so it doesn't happen again. He's quite good at using it to lick me until I come. Thoughtful of me look out for him this way, isn't it?
Stomp on me some more.
One day I’ll stop fighting
Just let Him run over me.
Give in, give up, give over
Or so it will seem.
Quietly gathering my energy to go
Recharging batteries
Conserving the power
For the day… the moment…
It seems to him it’ll never happen, but it will
Some day I won’t fight back.
I’ll just go.
The question is how long is left
Til the day I turn around and say –
“I’m done.”
I don’t understand it. I don’t even pretend to understand it. Anyone else and I’d be the pull, the push, the drive behind it. And then he comes along. I keep thinking the same way… but when he walks in the room it all flies out the window. All the urges that seem to be automatic in me disappear. Well, not all of them but enough of them. I could push, I could take it over, but Instead I have this overwhelming sense of giving in, giving up, giving over to him. I’m beyond myself trying to understand it. I keep thinking this next time it’ll be my way… and 15 seconds into it, I’m craving it – whatever you want, however you want. Toss me and tease me, taste me and turn me…take me. I’ve wandered off the map and I’m not sure where I am. The streets all have the right names, but are going in opposite directions, the compass faces due south, and the world has turned upside down. I suspected it might happen some day and I would struggle through it –but I was wrong. It is happening, I’m beyond content, it’s a fulfilling excitement; I feel precious, female, worshipped and adored. Its an amazing thing... and it completes me.
Reading the stories, it’s easy enough to plug yourself into them. The other player in the story becomes someone else every time – or perhaps you’ll put together a fantasy person to play with. But then take the idea out and look at it with another, Share it, discuss the details, and soon the fantasy takes on some hard edges. A simple conversation about an imagined event can start the juices flowing and you get a little heated. Possibility abounds in your mind, the story is set aside, and life goes on. Then one day fast forward to an unexpected opportunity and the dance begins. A little flirting, a little more, one step leads to many; the evening takes on a bright shiny glow. You take a turn off the usual path, take a few more steps and suddenly it occurs to you here’s the story! Not Exactly, not perfectly; Things are slightly off, the elements of it are all there… a bit from the discussion, a tad into the imagined version of the story taken off the page. A little further, you think there is no way you will go there…and then you do. Not only do you find yourself in a place you never planned to be at, but you go right past the original spot. The thoughts inspired by the story not only live, but become a much bigger event. The treasured memory is oh so much hotter than any fictional tale; more than the discussion about it; the memory totally explodes the boundaries you had set for the fantasy.
What does it say when the fantasy is duller than your reality?
Would you believe me if I said “its complicated”?
Fiction, good solid fiction, comes alive. The story may be detailed or may not but in your head, in your mind you can picture it, perhaps think it, feel it, occurring. Part of your mind knows it can’t all be true, it’s too far out there for someone to have experienced it. Too vivid in color, the interactions too harsh, specifics too bold. Descriptions perhaps too exact to be reality, statements and actions too extreme to be experienced. But you want to believe it and for a moment you do. Good fiction is hard to find and more complex to write.
Truth is difficult to determine. The whole truth rarely shown. But in each rant, each random thought put to paper, there is a direction that was shaped by real life. Somewhere in the story lives an idea or action that has or is occurring. The detail is too rich to be anything but truth. Feelings they say are fleeting but the impact they have is long lasting. Facts are colored by those feelings as well as the time between they day they happened and the day they are discussed. What one sees as facts the other may not recognize, truth is in that way subjective. Truth that is, or was, or perhaps will be.
Are these Fiction or Truths that I post? Yes.
Just because I can doesn't mean I will. Just because I shouldn't doesn't mean I won't.
If Life is what happens when you're making other plans, and rules are made to be broken; Then its all an adventure, and every turn in the road will lead to a different path.
Ever wonder if there's a parallel universe out there? That you made a different decision and a slightly different you is living with that result somewhere else? I'd like a moment to ask those other me's about the other answers. The ones I thought about and even the ones I never considered.Don't really believe the answers would impact this reality, just curious as to what other life i could be living elsewhere.
Is everything fated from the beginning or does every point of our existence create the next?
I went out on a limb, sent a sample of my thoughts and was encouraged to share more of them. Never expected the interest to grow, to entangle, to overtake. But I did, It did, and now I find myself expressing more thoughts than a page can bear. So my mind overruns and hence the blog begins. Or did the blog begin before, just now it's where others can see?
