Love?

Taking off?

Another late night post.

So I went to pick up my boyfriend from the airport on Monday wearing said corset and sweater. However, the boning got all bent out of shape so it wasn't really sexy anymore. On top of that, my boyfriend and I are going through a tough time so we spent the whole night with me crying and him being very frustrated. Then, I gave up and just stopped talking despite him asking me over and over, "What are you thinking about?" infuriatingly so. I mean, for the love of God, say something else! Say you love me!

Then, for lack of something better to say or do, he goes, "Is this what you want?" and runs his tongue over my neck. I have to admit, it felt deliciously good to have his mouth there. Three weeks is a long time for a dry spell. He ran his tongue over my neck again and worked his way up to my ears. My ears are unbelievably sensitive and just the feel of his hot breath blowing against it makes my hair stand up on ends. By then, my panties were definitely wet and I was involuntarily thrusting my hips up against him. He took his sweet, long time running his tongue around the edge of my ear lobes, his breath tickling me into arousal.

Then, he moved back down to my neck, licking and nibbling as he made his way to my tits. Wrenching my sweater over my head, he pulled out one tit and starts sucking on it madly. The tension was driving me crazy. My clit was throbbing. I shut my eyes and clenched my fist as I squeeze my leg together, trying to calm my clit down. He reached down and unzipped my pants, pulling them off leg by leg. Now, I was just in my corset, bra part pulled down and my tits exposed, hard as stones. He lowered his head and before licking my clit, he breathed on it. I could feel the rush of hot air and the anticipation was astounding. All of a sudden, I felt his tongue on it, pushing down hard.

The feeling was unbelievable. As he slowly starts massaging my clit with his tongue, moving it sensually up and down over it, my pussy gets wetter and wetter. He pauses for a moment, wets his finger in his mouth, and slowly plunges it in my pussy. I could feel every inch of that finger in my tight pussy. Once he pushed it all the way in, he begins to wiggle the tip of the finger, scratching that itch I've had forever. He lowers his head again and starts sucking on my clit. The combination of his finger inside and his warm, wet tongue rolling over my sensitive bud pushed me over the edge. I felt myself peaking, my hips starts bucking. I grab his head and push him down hard on my pussy. He licks me with more force, faster, harder as he plunges his finger in and out of me. Waves and waves of indescribable pleasure rolls over me.

At one point, the pleasure became unbearable. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to push him off. He immediately pulls off his own pants, his cock huge and hard. I reach up for it and slowly pull it into my mouth. Inch by hard inch, I swallow it whole. I could hear his deep, gutteral groan as his cock swells up even more. He pulls himself out, grabs my legs and yanks me towards him. Before I knew it, he pushes into me. The swell of his cock was pushing apart the walls of my tight pussy. I lay back, licking the tips of my fingers to rub my tight, hard nipples with. His hands grab me around the waist as he yanks me towards him again and again. I lick my fingers again to go rub my clit, but it's still so sensitive. The thrusting increases in speed. The tempo grows. I couldn't catch my breath anymore and my heart was beating rapidly in my chest.

Finally, his hands squeeze my side as he lets out another groan. I reach up to wrap my legs and arms around him as he comes inside of me. The cum drips out of my pussy as he gingerly pulls himself out.

We spent the rest of the night snuggled naked under a blanket. It was lovely.

Cumming Home

Going to see my boyfriend in about an hour and a half. I think I'm going to wear a black corset under a loose sweater and some mad heels. He's going to be so happy to be back home.

Ode to Perverts

I'm fascinated by the intrinsics of sex. How sex works: physically, psychologically, and emotionally. How different positions can be created and satisfy in varying ways. How people feel about it. Why it's a taboo subject sometimes and a wonderfully liberating topic to discuss about other times.

I love how it encompasses our well-being. How it can affect our relationship with not only our partners, but as well as our children, our parents, and our friends and acquaintances. It's interesting to consider that without sex, we wouldn't be here, yet any reference to it is banned in certain areas. Television, workplaces, religion; they all have varying levels of disapproval of sex. However, who could come to church and listen to a sermon, who can come up with a break-through idea at work, or star in a popular sit-com if it weren't for the so-called implied "torrid" act of sex?

I feel that we should all be more open and more opinionated about sex. We should be able to exchange ideas and tips publicly. We should face the topic head-on and accept it for what it is: a natural act in our lives.

Reading Bonk: the Curious Coupling of Science and Sex by Mary Roach, I come across the concept that if one were to dedicate their work to analyzing sex in any way, they are instantly considered a pervert. Yes, sex occurs behind closed doors (most of the time,) and it is an incredibly intimate act. However, it is one of the things in life that bonds every single person completely. We all have sex in common. If writing a blog about my opinions on sex makes me a pervert; then, it makes you a pervert for reading it, it makes my mother a pervert for raising a young lady like me, it makes my boyfriend a pervert for being the one having sex with me and spurring my thoughts on this subject. Oh look, we're all perverts.

Or maybe we're just normal.

Cherry Bomb

Can't seem to go to sleep. I spent all day thinking about the guy I lost my virginity to. It's hard to avoid him seeing how he lives five houses away from me. We're on amicable terms though, waving at each other whenever we drive by. However, I think I kind of miss him.

Let me make one thing clear, despite the fact I lost my virginity at age fifteen (fourteen for him,) I do not, under any circumstance, regret it one bit. I couldn't have picked a better person to lose it to. He was my best friend and I knew I could trust him completely.

Too bad though, when you're that young, just in junior high, you're wide open for changes. He found some friends I couldn't get along with and that created a rift between us. Actually, a month ago, he somehow got my cell phone number and apologized to me for what happened five years ago. It made me feel so good. Now, I just want to be his friend again, catch up, find out what he's up to. And besides, he could be a source for cigarettes for whenever I get wound up from a conversation with my boyfriend.

The first time we had sex, I can't tell you how humiliating it was. We were watching Pretty Woman in his bedroom, lying on his waterbed. A waterbed for Christ's sakes! Have you ever had sex in a waterbed? It's tough even when you're experienced. It literally took us like a half hour to figure out how everything worked. Once we managed to get it all in and situated, it was kind of... over. Oh the joys of adolescence.

Apparently, the next day, I walked differently. My friend instantly knew something happened and practically announced it to the entire hallway at school. Gee, thanks. I also somehow managed to keep it a secret from my best friend (she would have never, ever approved) for a year before she realized just why I loved watching Sex and the City so much.

And now, we're reduced to waving at each other from our cars. Oh well.

Dry Plains

Experiencing a drought right now. My boyfriend has been out of town for the past two weeks, still out of town for another one. Not to mention, I only got to see him for three days before he left since he was out of town for a month before that. On top of that, he threw his back out. Let me just say the play between the sheets was more cautious than, say, detonating a bomb. I feel like something is missing. Granted, I miss my boyfriend, even though we just got into another fight... again.

Our sex life is great though. So different from what I'm used to. I've only really been with either virgins or teenage boys who really don't know what they're doing. So along comes this guy who's so much older and more experienced than me; of course the sex is different! And he definitely knows where my clit is. One day, I'll have to tell you just how well he can use his tongue.

Until then, I'm making friends with my vibrator.

Hollywood Sex

Ever wonder if a steamy shower scene is plausible. Have you ever tried it? Did you slip on a bar of soap and end up in the hospital for throwing out your back? What about sex in the woods. Being one with nature and treating those mosquitoes to a family buffet on your butt. Tree bark is not soft and fuzzy. In fact, it's teaming with ants and mites just crawling up and down the trunk. Wanna get it on? Here's a better one: wooden staircases. Boy meets girl. Boy decides girl is hot. Boy takes girl to staircase. They get it on. Girl throws back out... again. ER room triage nurse: "Crazy Sex Girl is back!"

Do you see what I'm getting at? Hollywood sex is fake. And very painful. Unfortunately, unsuspecting innocent couples watch these hot sex scenes then decide, "Hey, we can do that!" This is why ER rooms are crowded. Ever wonder what he really means when he explains, "Oh I... just... dropped her on her head because we were... nailing a picture to the wall." Emphasis on "nailing."

Can a whole sex encounter last thirty seconds on a piano without a visit to the chiropractor the next day? Can someone go five and a half hours in a hot tub? Does everyone look all pretty and glowy and not sweaty at all going at it in bed? Do all girls need big fake boobs and small non-existent butts and thighs? Is doing it next to a factory building sexy? Or even the railroad tracks? Whaaaat?

What about the standards that everyone have seemed to internalized? Sex is supposed to be steamy, passionate, crazy, kinky, short, long, orgasmic, you name it, they filmed it. It creates a pressure on relationship, on performance, on expectations. Now, every women out there believes that other women do kinky, dominatrix type action in bed and they're the only one too afraid to try. Every guy out there believes that when sex doesn't last thirty seconds, but instead, four hours, that they're supposed to keep it up that long too.

And what about those "ideal expectations" we have come to idealize? How should a woman be beautiful? She should be tall, skinny, and more often than not, blonde. How should a man be attractive? Six pack, strong arms, and smoldering, dark eyes. Men should always know exactly the right things to say. They should always know the correct compliments to lavish on a woman. The seduction dance should be sexy and steaming, causing the two people to fall into bed instantly. Women should know how to strip correctly. They should be willing to indulge in men's kinkiest fantasies. (Which tends to lead the couple right back to the ER. Maybe that's why medical dramas are so popular.) And awkwardness... the curse of the first-time sex dance... is a censored word. Awkwardness, in the world of Hollywood, does not exist. Because everyone knows exactly what to do.

Which is not true! Honestly, we're pretty dumb people when it comes to being between the sheets. We barely know what we want, much less what the other person wants. We're going to accidentally step on painful body parts. We're going to fall off the bed at one point or another. Maybe, we'll even have a horrific experience one night with a date; and no, it will not be funny in a Bridget Jone's way.

What do you think? Have you ever considered how movies and tv shows have influenced the way we think about sex? How it has an effect on our expectations? The media can be an extremely powerful thing. It has to be if it can shape our way of thinking with such an intimate thing.

I'm writing a research paper on the effects of Hollywood's exhibition of sex on intimacy in real relationship. I would love your opinions and may use them in my paper if you don't mind. If you don't want to comment, you can message. Don't worry about being embarrassed. I'm writing about sex in school for Christ's sake!

Thanks for reading!