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sometimes sex is the answer… who cares what the question was!

May
18

One of my best friends sent this to me.

He wanted to know what I was into. This is what I get for being online at 3am and he is drunk as ever rambling on about sexcapades… I am Experimental. Fabulous!

Do you have an inclination for BDSM?
You scored as a Experimental
(((Note: I haven’t covered all aspects of BDSM in this quiz due to the length the quiz would have to be. It is sex-based because psychological profiles can be complicated and motivations for engaging in fetishes vary with couples and individuals. I have written this category as one of the alternatives because this quiz is to test inclination not a definite interest in BDSM.))) Experimentation is a great place to be. Open-mindedness when it comes to sexuality can open doors and allow you to discover things that you didn’t think you would find engaging. Having such a curious attitude can help you learn more about your own sexual nature as well as the nature of others.
Switch
89%
Experimental
89%
Dominant
71%
Exhibitionist / Voyeur
68%
Bondage
64%
Degradation Lover
61%
Masochist
61%
Sadist
54%
Submissive
54%
Vanilla
18%

Take this quiz here… BDSM

 

<3

May
17

Sometimes the sex finds you.

It was around 11 at night. I was tidying up my messy house and getting ready for the next day. It was hot and humid outside, I had central air but it was still sticky and sweaty with it cranked up. I had my 80′s power ballads blarring from the stereo and the doorbell went off.

I went to the door in a pair of satin pyjama pants and a black wife-beater style tank top. My hair was a mess, I really should have had a shower that night but, I was cleaning the house. I peered out the curtain, it was my neighbour, Derek. He was kind of goofy, 6’2″ average build, soft blue eyes, permanent 5 o’clock shadow. He wanted to know if he could borrow something, I don’t remember what it was but, it was enough for me to let him in. He locked the door behind him.

I went into the living room, he came up behind me and ran his hand around my neck. I was hooked.

“I want you, I have wanted you for a long time but, ” he paused for a moment. I had turned so I was facing him. He ran his hand from my neck down to my breast. “I couldn’t have you before. Can I have you now?” His voice was soft but, controlled. I smiled. I needed this. I wanted this.

He lifted my tank top off and pushed me on to the couch. I barely had time to catch my breath. He climbed on to me, his lips met my nipple and I moaned. He learned quickly I was sensitive. He licked and sucked and nibbled so intently. Then, his hands reached down my satin pyjama pants. I was so wet, he looked up at me and smiled.

“You want me as much as I want you.”

“I do.”

“Good.”

He slipped my pants off and sniffed them. I tried to sit up,

“Stay there.” I did as I was told.

Derek took his shirt off and his pants. His dick was beautiful. The perfect size. Circumcised. He was clean shaven, as was I. I just lay there breathing heavily, moaning at the right moments. He massaged my legs working his way from my ankles to my upper thigh. He smiled at me, a quirky little smile like a kid up to no good. His hands were still massaging me, rubbing in small circles, higher and higher. He slipped his finger in my extremely wet cunt. Then another. Derek ran his other hand over my clit then up my stomach to my tits. He thrusted his fingers in and out as he massaged tits, pinching and rubbing my nipples. I closed my eyes.

His tongue began to caress my clit. I was in sensory overload. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been devoured like this, I do not think I ever have been. I began to moan louder and louder. He knew I was about to cum. It had been too long of a wait fir this and it felt so good.

He went harder and sucked my clit, I moaned louder and sweeter, he knew what I wanted and just as I was about to peak he thrusted his hard cock into me. I screamed with pleasure, his hands were massaging my clit and he fucked me hard as I came. He moaned with me, smiling. I had never cum like that before. It was unreal, like the way a woman should be fucked every time. He slowed his thrusts as I came down from my high. He lowered his face to mine and kissed me. It was sweet. My juice on his face, his lips as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I hadn’t known what I had tasted like before. It was all so surreal and perfect.

Derek bit my nipple lightly, I moaned again. No words were said. He thrusted harder and faster into me, his hand reaching for my clit again as his teeth gently nibbled from nipple to nipple. My hands were running up and down his back, caressing his neck, my legs were wrapped around his waist. I could feel the rush coming again. He lifted himself up off my chest and with his other hand grabbed my ass. I was almost about to cum the second time as he stuck his finger up my ass. I squealed. The rush was incredible. He fucked me hard. His dick was incredible, he was incredible. He came. Hard.

We didn’t say a word afterwards. I lied there almost in shock, almost in tears of happiness. He leaned forward, kissed me, stood up and put his clothes back on. He left without a good bye. I lied there with a huge smile on my face.

I didn’t know what to think or what to expect.

It was amazing, totally unexpected sex.

 

May
15

Sex during marriage seemed more like a chore.

It seemed like I was obligated to submit to the same repetitive, selfish, over indulgence from the same man two to three times a week. Those were his standards. I, on the other hand, have a different idea of sex.

Sex to me, is supposed to be spontaneous, exciting, adventurous and an exploration of the senses, for all parties involved. Whether it is a couple, threesome or a wild night with many new friends, it should always at least be an adventure. Once I was married, I could predict every movement and motion. Every word that would be whispered and every minute of it. Sex becoming a boring chore.

I tried to spice it up. I thought it was my fault the sex was dull and disasterous in my mind. Porn, some mild S&M, feathers, lotions, potions, lingerie, even the oppourtunity for a threesome and my married sex life was still dead. Since I have seperated, things have been very different.

Sex is an exploration again. Not knowing when or where it may happen or even when you are ”booking an appointment” for it. It has become a thrill again. Some men are one night stands waiting to happen and some come back begging for more. Some are waiters and some are jumpers. For whatever reason it floors me how different the men I have been with are.

It baffles me completely how things have changed. Or maybe it was just me? When did the conversation start as “How did your day go?” or “Wasn’t the weather nice today?” turn to “Do you swallow?” all in a matter of 10 minutes?

Anyways, I have had and I am having some interesting affairs and thrills and oh yes, even a few chills lately and decided to share them with you along with my dissection of men’s minds and what makes them tick.

Care to join me? I hate to travel alone.

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