Taurus' Are Sexual Creatures

My mother is a combination of Buddhist, Jewish, and which ever religion is having an open buffet that day. With that said, my religious beliefs have no name, and cannot be described easily. I do have some Pagan family, so I'm very into "New Age" type of stuff, including horoscope. I'm a Taurus, April 26 to be exact. Today, before heading to a bar with my mother, we stopped at Barns & Noble. I bought a copy of Kama Suutra (that'll have to be a WHOLE other post) and did some reading on my sign and how it affects my sex life in Judith's Bennet's book Sex Signs. It's AMAZED how accurate it was! According Bennet, I am extremely sensual, and seductive. I like to agree. My sign is ruled by Venus, who traditionally represents love, sex, beauty, prosperity, fertility, military victory, and all things female. Does that not describe me, or what? Bennet writes "From the bedroom to the kitchen, she seems to hold in her genetic code total memory of all things eternally female." I suppose that is true. I like to cook, and please and generally make my current man happy. Another thing I found interesting was that Taurus's tend to have a need to be needed. I've never thought of it like that. I guess that's right. Kind of like how a puppy will lick your hand for a treat, just to feel loved... I guess, for lack of a better term, is a good way of putting it. Tarus' are very giving, in all relationships, not only sexual. We enjoy simple pleasures such as "good sex, good food, and good company, usually in that precise order". Although Taurus' are very sexually active, we are ALSO EXTREMELY romantic. Bennet says "..few people are aware of the deep romanticism that ruins. Send her a rose (which she dearly loves) and she will love you forever. From that single rose her rich imagination will fill vases with the most perfect bouquets. The romance factor cannot be underestimated. Lady Taurus would feel right at home in King Arthur's court. The thought of a knight on a white horse is enough to make any red-blooded Taurian consider throwing over friends, family, and job to follow him wherever he beckons (which she has been known to do)." Again, scarily accurate. According to other sources about Taurus', we were extremely aggressive when it comes to sex, and our perfect guy is someone who can push us to let our boundaries and fears go. And can be equally as aggressive as us. Hmm. Want to know what your sign needs to do with your sexlife? email me, and I'll let you kno [:

Maybe I'm More Old Fashion Than I thought

Sure, I rock a lip ring, tongue ring, and two tattoos. I may be called a hipster when i go out. I may be the "boss bitch" at work. But when it comes to relationships, and the bedroom I think I'm as old fashion as it gets (in some ways). I love a long ass night of fucking like rabbits, but what I like more than anything is sleeping next to the person, waking up extra early, and then making them breakfast. I think because I spend all day yelling at people and being in charge, I like to come home to someone else in charge. The sexiest thing ever is a man who will tell me to shut up, get naked, and get into bed. I'm not needy, but I like to feel.. vulnerable, and small. Maybe this is due to my daddy issues, who knows. I haven't had a "legit" boyfriend in a while, since breaking up, and making up, then breaking BACK up with my now ex. Part of me misses just having regular sex, or even phone sex, without that awkward, beating around the bush point. It's 5:30am, why am I up? I'm not even sure what I'm writing... I'll update later.

Not Even Interested

Do you ever want someone so badly that no one else even looks good anymore? My ex came over tonight, trying to get a quickie or something, and I just wasn't feeling it. Like, he's cute enough, too quiet and nice for my liking, but, hey, whatever. And I just couldn't, I wasn't even interested in his growling ass. I could tell that it wasn't going to happen when he kissed me out of nowhere, and I was just like "Damn, I want a cigarette." to myself. But when he started talking about how I hurt him by breaking up with him... I was done. Like, we didn't even do anything together except have sex. He doesn't smoke, or drink, or party... just sits there. And he's very against that, so I couldn't even be myself around him. Of course, he leaves in a huff, all types of angry. Now, two hours later, I half way wish I'd just gone through with it. Faded, and extremely horny, with no type of dick to be had. *Sigh*.

Going Bare Down There

Today, I went to my regular nail salon where I get my bikini waxes, to make an appointment. A woman, about my age,turns to me, and like many women, asks me, "Why do you bother waxing? Doesn't it hurt?" Well, yes, yes it does. It hurts like a bitch, even if you pop a pain reliever two hours before (which I suggest). But I do it because I like the feeling. Sure my lovers enjoy it too (my Italian lover loves to go down on me & prefers that I'm completely bare) but I have been shaving "down there " since I was quite young. I think it's quite sexy to feel your lover's hands running over you're sex...
If you don't go bare regularly, I dare you to surprise your man. What I suggest you do is buy some Nair for bikini areas. If you don't want to go totally bare, you can do what I call the "landing strip", which is when there is a strip of hair that covers your "girly lips", as my mother puts it. I have heard that the landing patch is healthiest, as the hair down there keeps out bacteria. I'm too much of a whore to care, apparently, but it is definitely something to keep in mind. Make sure to trim your landing strip using hair stylist scissors.
I promise you, when you lover comes behind you, reaches into your panties, and feels you bare, and toally unguarded for him... he won't know what to do.

Bedbeddy Manners

I, for one, can not stand when someone does not have good bedbuddy manners. Do you have good ones? Find out below.

1) Spending The Night
If you called past 6pm spending the night should be an option. If you called past 9pm it's pretty much required. If the person came over of their own accord... it's a classy gesture, and should be considered if you want to get laid regularly, but its not a must.

2) Offering Her Clothes
C'mon, guys! A guy is willing to come home with you for what may be just a one night stand and you need to need to think about giving her a tee shirt and shorts to wear for the walk of shame? Take it from Pauly D and let her have one of your shirts.

3) How Long Is Too Long To Linger After Sex
Depends on your relationship and the time of day. If it before 6pm, and it was clearly a meaningless, you really don't have an excuse to hang around past the 15minute cuddle/nap session unless otherwise advised. I hate when people linger after sex if I'm giving them hints to leave. Such hints include "That was good.", "We need to do this again sometime soon", "So what're your plans for today?", and my all time favorite "Well, I need a cigarette after that one! So I'll walk with you to your car, babes.". With fuck buddies I know and l have no problem invading their bed for a quick nap after the deed but that really needs to be earned.

4) Leaving Things Behind
Mi casa es no su casa! So, unless we're actual friends and do more then just fuck, or in a relationship do NOT leave anything at my house. I, too, once thought it'd give me a reason to see you again. But I promise you, a one-night-stand's necklaces will end up one of two places- a pawn shop, or a gift a to my little brother, depending on how much it's worth. If a friend with benefits or a boyfriend leaves something, of course I'll call him & even drive over to give it back.

5)Dealing With Roommates
Don't leave alone? That's fine, if you have your own room, or can kick your roommate out, we can still hook up. But there are some basic Roommate Rules. Introduce him/her to the roommates. I don't care if they're just a one night stand, and you have no intentions of calling them back, its just right. Also, if your roommates aren't savy to the one night stand routine, let them know what's up. Nothing ruins a moment like your walking in on her/him naked. Lastly, let them know if s/he slept over so that all jockes and rude questions can wait until they leave.

Nice Surprise

So, perhaps the whole "I don't want to be with you, I just want to have sex with you" attitude must have really been apparent when he kept trying to suggest things to do, and I just kept insisting he just comes over and "'watch a movie". It's not that I don't want a boyfriend, and it's definitely not that he's a bad guy... he's just boring. Like he didn't interest me much the first time we went out together, and he certainly doesn't now. When we were together he felt almost... false. Like he was doing, and saying things a boyfriend should, not that he felt.
Needless to say, it was obvious that this sexcapade was going to lead to more troubles then I wished for (despite the fact that I was aching, with built up sexual frustration since I didn't hook up with the Italian) so we agreed to disagree and just not hook up. Depressing? Yes, because he was Puerto Rican, & an okay lay. I say okay because he was rather... just mellow. No feeling, no passion... just thrusting..
So, obviously, my day became damper, excruciatingly horny, and very few things could change that... or so I though.
It's been a while since I had phone sex. By a while, I mean a few weeks, one or two. It's always pleasant, the fact that it's your mind (the most sensitive sexual "organ") does most of the work. Sure, I usually get off of phone sex, but it's never a "HOLY FUCK BALLS MY BRAINS WERE JUST FUCKED OUT" it's usually a "Ahh, that was nice... it took the edge off". I mean who truly gets total satisfaction out phone sex. It's usually a fucking teaser. Yeah, I can hear you talking about your cock, but unless it's inside of me, fucking my senseless, I'm not 100% happy.
This is different. I mean, I have never, ever, had a gasping, grabbing sheets, cum running down my thigh orgasm from phone sex... until tonight. Actually 4 of them. Like goddamn I had to nap afterwards. I was sweating, hair a mess, and bed looking like it just survived a massive sexcapade.
So I guess all in all today wasn't a total fail. Would i have liked a cock (or even a damn finger that wasn't mine)? Of course. But this was just as good, if not better. I'm still amazed. Damn.

Preparing For A Sexcapade

I always do a little self pampering session before a nice, long sexcapade. Whether you're planning a beautiful romantic evening with your husband, or a rough, romp with a casual lover like I am, everything's better when YOU feel sexy.

So what do I do? I take a nice, hot shower, making sure everything is trimmed, neat, and smelling great, while blasting music. Pump up music is a music. I switch up my playlist depending on the day, my mood, and which lover I will be seeing. I love something slow, and beautiful for a lover I'm romantically attached to, and something more fun, poppy, for a fun, rough lover. Today was a bit of a random playlist because this is an odd sexcapade. My ex texted me last night, asking to hang out. We ended on good terms, I broke up with him because we had nothing in common. But he still has a bit of a crush on me. Because I'm once again single, and he is a very rough, aggressive lover I nixed all plans to go out on a "date" date and just invited him over. I hope that that was enough to make him understand I do not, under any uncertain terms, wish to get back with him. Only to have sex with him whenever possible.

Anyhow, back to my playlist. I started off with some Pitbull. My favorite song by this sexy, reggae rapper is Go Girl. They lyrics alone pump me up, the first verse stating "I party like a rock star, look like a movie star, play like an all star, fuck like a porn star". If that 's not enough to give you a confidence boost, I don't know what it. I then played a little 30h3 for something to jam out to while drying off and putting on my new Victoria Secret lotion Love Spell. (This scent is great because it's fun, light, and girly. Spray a bit on the collar of your neck, and the collar of your shirt. When he hugs you he'll be intoxicated) After drying off, I went to find undergarments. Sure, if everything goes well, they will be torn off without a second thought, but this is about ME. I feel sexy when I wear sexy panties. I decided to go with the sexy, cream and pink colored lace thong my mom got me for Christmas (she knows me so well) and my pink Victoria Secrets bra. After lightly spraying my bra with perfume (just a dab, more for myself than anyone else) I switched to Drake to mellow out while doing my makeup and hair. 

After my makeup is done, I move on to my personal "Feel sexy" routine. To do this, I stand in front of my full length mirror, in just my bra & panties. I suggest every woman do this before getting dressed, not just for a sexcapade. I run my hands over my curves, my coke bottle sides, my curvy ass (thanks to the Puerto Rican in my blood) and my natural, 36D breasts. Even I couldn't help but say "damn... I AM sexy". I looked at my newly developed gut, because I've been sick and not exercising as much, and got momentarily depressed. Then I looked at myself again, realized that even with the new extra weight, I was still bad, and that it would only take a few weeks to get rid of it. Plus, even with the new gut, I was still getting phone numbers, and had many admirers. 

Finally, I'm dressed, with more confidence than ever, and writing on my lovely, lewd little blog. Until my lover comes over, I shall fool around on Twitter, and Tiny Chat. Details on today's sexcapades will come later  on. 

I Can Be a Feminist and A Sex Lover

I consider myself a New Age feminist. I'm all for the Lilith thing. But my mother always taught me that the American idea of "Feminist" ruined the beauty, and sexuality hidden within femininity. I actually once got hate mail on a forum in response to an erotic story I wrote. (Aside- Perhaps I'll post some of my stories sometime, huh?) Evidently, the woman found my "crude, and vial image of women as sex  objects" to be offensive. If God wanted females to be dominant during sex, he would have built our bodies to do so!
What honestly amazes me, though, are the hoards of women who are quick to praise Lilith but don't fully understand the mythology behind her. (Aside- For those of you who don't know, Lilith was the first woman God made. Yes, before Eve.) She refused to lay idle beneath Adam during sex, and when he would not let her be on top, she flew away. According to myth she became a baby eating demon, who gives men wet dreams, and then steals their semen to impregnate herself. Lilith's true claim to fame, though, was he use of her sexuality. Both Lilith, and Hekate, two Goddesses, were the saints to those society shunned. They gave sanctuary to prostitutes, and even loured men back to their prostitutes.
Being a feminist is not about being "butch" or a nonconformist, it's about truly knowing your worth as a female, and treasuring your femininity.

Sex Toys... Yeh or Nay?

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I love to give head (though I do not speak for the rest of my sex)

I, personally, love giving head. I love to please, and knowing that my lover is getting off of what I'm doing turns me on completely. My current, and favorite, lover loves when I give him head so much that he not only goes down on me for a good 60 minutes, but he gives me a wonderful neck and back massage while we cuddle in bed. Here are a few tips and tricks I've learned:

1. Getting over the gag reflex: Unfortunately, I had a bit of an eating disorder that started in high school. Because I used to throw up so much, my gag reflex is almost gone. I'm NOT suggesting anyone throw up, but there is an easier way to get rid of, or reduce your gag reflex. When you brush your teeth, brush your tongue, and hold the tooth brush as far back in your throat as you can without puking. You may tear up, or gag a little, but hold it for about 10 seconds. Repeat 3 times, everyday. You'll see each day you can go back further. 
2. Get sloppy!: I know, the idea of slobbering all over your man's cock may not be appealing to you, but most guys love it. I remember the first time I gave head to someone. I was a deer in head lights, and all I could think was Oh my god... I'm drooling! but he digs it. Try licking up and down is shaft to make if nice and wet (giving head is easier when his penis is wet). Don't feel embarrassed about a little bit of spit on you chin, it's all to please your man, and trust me, the sight of you, on your knees, getting into sucking on his member will make him explode.
3. Don't forget his balls: I know, I was a bit afraid to venture there before. It took a few times, and a few more drinks. But once I did I found out my Italian lover LOVES it. I start by licking his whole shaft, then hold his cock in one hand, jerking it, and slowly take his balls into my mouth. I suck, lick, and tickle. He once said that me sucking his balls while I jerk him off was like a "two for one". Hearing him moan, and rub my shoulders is amazing. 
4. Stop the spit verses swallow debate: I know that we hear it all of the time, but every guy I've ever spoken to said it didn't matter. Semen doesn't particularly taste bad, just different. That bitter, saltyish taste you get while giving him head is his precum, so you've already tasted it. Just imagine about a tablespoon of that in your mouth. If that really doesn't appeal to you, tell him, and ask him not to. Or you could wait until he's close to cumming (you'll feel him tighten in your mouth almost) and tell him to fuck you. 

I get off from simply knowing I'm pleasing my man. So when I'm down on my knees, with his hard cock in my mouth, listening to him moan, I'm happy. 

Long time, no write

Hi all!
I'm sorry, I haven't posted in forever, had some personal affairs to tend to!

ANYHOW! I'm quite excited to say my sex life has stayed strong. I love Italian men, and I love Puerto Rican men (myself being half Puerto Rican) but what do I love more? A man who is half Puerto Rican, and half Italian. GODDAMN. It's lovely. Italian men, I find, make amazing lovers. Whenever I'm with an Italian man I feel like I'm cared for. My two favorite lovers are Italian. Puerto Ricans can definitely use their tongue, and get quite rough! And when you put that together... well damn. That's all I can say.
Monday I have a date with my Italian lover. By date, I mean he buys me lunch, then fucks my brains out. I love it because we're so use to each other that it's not awkward. The last time we were together I had to work, and just wanted a quickie. I went over, got naked, and got into his bed. He just smiled, and then proceeded to do the same. It's also nice because we're constantly trying to keep it fresh, and different. (Thank god I have a lover as willing to do insane, clown positions as myself) He likes to grab me, and put me into any new position he pleases, and I'm more than willing. But what he really loves is my head... in fact, That will be my next post.. ;]

Maybe I do have some sort of deep, dark daddy-issues that were never dealt with... but don't we all?

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Late Night Romps With The Italian Lover

Yup. I'm quite sore again. It was actually really nice, we sat on his couch for a bit, watched The Hangover Two, until we started kissing... Last night was different. He was extremely gentle, and passion, even while we were walking to his house. Before we got to his doorstep, he pulls me over and kisses me. It wasn't the bruisingly rough kiss I was expecting, it was almost... tentative. And our kissing on the couch was no different. We teased each other, licking, and nipping all over, until he decided I was horny enough, and slid off of me... and moved to the other side of the couch. Leaving me excruciatingly horny, and with noo interest in the movie.
After having a cigarette, he climbs on top of me, and starts kissing me again. Maybe it's because this wasn't the first time we were together, but it was so sexy, and so sensual... especially when the soundtrack from the movie blasted a fast paced, rap song.
I LOVE to be bitten, and he knows that... I now have bite marks ALL over my body. And I' so damn proud of it.
After having sex on the couch then on the bed, we move to the shower, which was a lovely experience. First, he lathered my body up with his soap, hands slipping from my arms, to my waist, up my stomach, my breast, then tracing down to my legs, and the junction in between them. Then he pinned me against the wall, kissing and biting as the water washed away the soap. I knelled down, taking his hard cock in my mouth and sucking it until he moaned. Then I sucked his balls, tongue flicking out, tickling and teasing like I know he likes it. He grabbed me under the arm pits, and pushes me against the wall, fingers ramming inside of me.
I loved this love making session because there was of a power play. I'd tease him, licking, and biting then pulling back. When it finally drove him crazy he'd push me against the shower wall, pin my hands over my head, then bite me, and tease me until I'm moaning for him inside of me.
After washing each other's body, and kissing a few more times, we hopped out the shower. He dried me off, wrapping his big towel around me as we walked back to his room.
When we got there, we kissed a bit, and he went to find a drink. I started to put my lotion on, making sure it was the one that smelled extra good. He pressed against my back, inhaling and running his hands over my body... then reached to put in a movie. I curled up on his bed, and he laid behind me, spooning me. Finally, after a few minutes of his hands roaming my body and flipped me onto my back, pulled my legs back until they were by my head, and started fucking me... very, VERY slowly & deeply. I was amazing, I've never had anyone fill like that. We fell into a slow rhythm, bodies rubbing against one another. What I loved most was having his face looming over me, his blue eyes staring into mine, and the kissing and nipping in between moans. I came twice from that alone, the sensation of looking up into his eyes, licking his lips, and knowing ow badly he wanted me... it was too much.
I rode him for a while, slowly arching me back while watch his reacting, before he slammed me onto my back and back fucking me fast and hard. I think by that time I had come about 4 or 5 times. The way he fills me is amazing, and when my legs are pulled all the way back by my head... I can feel his thick cock almost in my stomach....
My body hurts... and neck has bite marks covering it.... my right breast has a clear set of teeth marks... both of my checks are red from my sexy, Italian's teeth... and I'm about to go rub my clit while closing my eyes and thinking of his cock.
Mmmm, I love Italy.

The Most Important Part of A New Friendship

Those first few weeks are the most crucial time in a new friendship.Those first two weeks of texting and the occasional "Hey, I'm bored, what's up?" phone calls can make or a possible fuck buddy. But how do we classifier a fuck buddy?

First Class Fuck Buddy (Friend with benefits)-
This is what you want. This is the fuck buddy you can call at 4am, and say "Hey, babe, I'm so depressed, can you come over now?!" and they will either say "FUCK ARE YOU CRAZY" or "Aw, what's wrong? Okay, I'll be right over" (though the latter is most likely) and both ways, you'll still be friends/fuck buddies afterwards. This fuck buddy is a friend with benefit. You can go out socially, and not think twice about it. Many times, this relationship is ruined when one of the fuck buddies develops feelings for the other. If the other doesn't feel the same, the relationship is doomed, but if they do... this could be a winning relationship.

Second Class Fuck Buddies (Simply bed buddies)-
This is a "no-strings-attached", strictly for fucking kind of friend. While you may spend the night, and even be treated to dinner (ordered, not leaving the house, of course), and maybe a bit of lazy, just-because-you're-there snuggling. But you'll never get past that. Like the "friend zone" the "bed buddy zone" is not one easily escaped. To do so, one has to have a lot more than a good sex game.

Third Class Fuck Buddy (The fuck and drop)-
This is the "buddy" you call right after a break up, or just a bad day at work/school. S/he may be desperate enough to think there is some slight chance that you two will be together future and hanging on your every word, or just someone who's lonely, and you can take advantage of. Either way, this will never be a full time relationship. You fuck every day for a good week, then, when YOU'RE emotionally ready, you dump them, ready for a real relationship, or just someone better (someone who'd first or second class).

Fourth Class Fuck Buddy (The booty call)-
This person means nothing. It's not even sex that has you calling them back... it's just the fact that you can. This person can be summoned at anyhow of the night with nothing more than a "Baby, let's fuck.". They'll hang on words like baby, babe, my love, sex, beautiful, and cutie, as they are desperate for attention. Eventually, you grew tired of them, and leave, but they never take it well at first.

How do I know about all of these? Because I've been, or had all of them at least once.

No, I don't want a relationship, and I KNOW you don't either, but I'm the whore?

Double standards amazing me! I love how a guy is amazed when you DON'T want a relationship. Earlier today, I got a call from someone I fucked a long time ago. He called to make sure there were "no hard feelings between us" and that he was "just not emotionally ready for something real". When I laughed, he says "What the fuck are you laughing at?" and I said "Nothing, I just didn't want a relationship either, relax." He was totally dumbstruck. I had to laugh. He even said "Oh, so you just fuck around with guys?" I fuck around? Really? It's totally okay for a guy to fuck everything with legs, but for a woman, she's the village whore.
Now, I know this is an old double standard that no little, angry blog post will fix, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. I, myself, just got out of a really bad relationship. Yes, with the guy I talked about in my previous post (with the giant penis). He actually broke my heart. I generally don't like relationships. Not because I'm not faithful, but because I'm too faithful. I will always do anything for my partner. If we're together, I will do anything in my power to keep you happy. I've learned that, with young men who are too insecure for a relationship. I'm okay with that, just give sex privileges and cuddling when I need it.
But I'm still only fucking around, right?

You don't really know someone until you've fucked them

It's true. With me, I'm a very demanding person out of the bedroom. I am bossy, and little bitchy. Grown men terror from me at work, and I don't take bullshit from people. But once you get me in the bed, I'm submissive, and love a guy to tell me what to do. Things I'd deck you for even trying to say to me, you can get away with in bed. I love it.

One of my bed buddies is a totally out going, crazy guy. He's very macho, and athletic. I was so excited to fuck him, I thought he'd rock my world... but that was a let down. He just laid down there... and said "Ride." Now, I have no problem riding, and doing my share... but doing everything? You don't even lift a finger? Really?

New month. New man. New experiences.

I am extremely bruised, and battered right now, but it was totally willing. Last night I had a true sexcapade. From four in the afternoon, to eleven at night I was being fucked in every way possible. Now, I am not an inexperienced person. If you name a fetish, I've probably done it. Except one. In my many sexual relationships, I have never done anal... except for last night.
This 100% Italian male's member was quite thick. The first time he entered the last unexplored hole in my body it was painful at first, then just awkward. He, of course, enjoyed it immensely. This went on for a few moments, then he flipped me over and fucked me the right way. But the second time we did anal... it was actually kind of sexy. I love doggy style in general. For many women, it is not sensual and loving enough, but to me... it's the most sensual position. Its raw, and aggressive, and very, very real. The feeling of his hands on my back, and my neck.... his hand slapping my ass... it's all too much not to enjoy.

But back to this sexcapade...
I love being bitten. It's so sexy. The harder, the better, really. I told this to my Italian lover once before, and he definitely remembered. I currently have bruise'ish looking bite marks all over my body; one on my chin, one on my cheek, two on my left arm, three on my right arm, three on my back, three on my left leg, two on my right leg, and two on my chest. A grand total of seventeen. Oh, and my nipples, vagina, and ass are still sore. Its wonderful. There's nothing better then that  constant ache after sex. It's like a little reminder your last lover.

Ah, I think I'll have to hit my Italian lover up again soon.... once my bruises aren't as bad..

I Miss My Man....

It's only been a week, and I miss him more than anything. I miss his lips on mine and, his tongue against mine... I especially miss his lips on my "other" pair of lips. Mmm. But more than anything? I miss the way he looks at me when we're together. Yes, as mushy as it sounds, part of what makes our sex so exhilarating (besides his massive tool) is that he always looks in my eyes...

What makes a good lover? (MEN MUST READ)

As previously stated, I've had many flings, but only a few of them have made it unto my "Lovers" list.

A lover is not just a "fuck buddy". Lovers have a special connection, something beyond the physical act of love making. It's a totally different bond, something indescribable. One of the best lovers I've had (outside of my man) was my best friend. We're still best friends, and were having our "affair" until I got with my boyfriend (funny enough, he got us together). Lovers really never stop being lovers... only stop being physical. So what 4 things made him a wonderful lover/affair? Simple.

Caring.

The first thing I noticed was that he was caring. Of course, we were always best friends, and already had that relationship, but even in bed we kept that bond. He kept his arms wrapped around, stroked my back, and told me how he cared so much about me. He said just that, actually, he kept repeating "You mean so much to me, I care so much about you" and it was so special. He even used his arm to protect my head when we started to get rough and my head banged against the wall.

Bold.

He was bold about his intentions. I hate immature boys who beat around the bush. We're not 16, and we're not here to have a summer romance. He knew that. If you only wish for a sexual affair, make that noted. My lover started kissing my neck, and whispered "Just let me fuck you, damnit" and we were on the couch in 30 seconds flat. Don't waste time wooing, just whip it out.

Humorous.

You read that correctly. Maybe when you're making passionate love to the person you wish to spend the rest of you're life with, you're required to be gazing in one another's eyes, and caught up in the moment, but with you lover... it's all easy going fun. For the first few seconds of our first time, my lover and I couldn't get it right. Of course, with my man, we'd laugh, but we'd both be a little embarrassed, but with my best friend it was all fun. He says "It's your fault!" and we start bickering, then cracking up, all while he's on top of me in an awkward position. It was funny, and turn on all in one.

Respectful.

While he should respect you (and don't believe the bullshit about once you put out they don't respect you, ladies- that is pure bullshit, there is a difference between being the village whore and appreciating the act of love making), he should, more over, respect the agreement you both make upon becoming lovers. Once the relationship begin, it is, unless discussed otherwise, predetermined that you're engagement are to be kept private. I personally get a thrill out of staring at my best friend from across the room and smiling, knowing only the two of know that means that later, we're going to fuck like rabbits.

And there you have it. The 4 things all men need to know to become the ideal lover.

The Biggest Penis I've Ever Seen... or Fucked.

That's right. I've had my fair share of lovers. Some good, some bad, some above average, more far below... but this one was amazing. It was the cock among cocks. The longest, fastest cock I've ever had shoved inside of me....

But let's rewind to it's wielder. He's my ex. Well, now my current boyfriend. We went out a few months, but due to some legal problems he was having, we broke up. I remember the first time we had sex too. All I could think was, fuck, man, he's huge... and he knows how to use it. He fucked me every which way, left me sore as hell too! He is alot stronger than he looked, I realized when he picked me up off the bed, wrapped my legs around his waist, and started fucking me like a madman. Of course, I didn't mind. In fact, I was exhilarated! I'd finally found a lover as rough, and freaky as myself, and, on the plus side, he was mine!

Unfortunately, we only made love once, as we soon after broke up (he was one of the ones I cherished and actually waited to have sex with). But, thanks to a drunken confession from a friend about how I always talked about his massive penis, we're back together. Not solely because of his cock (though it did help) but because he truly is a wonderful, caring man... and a wonderful, caring lover. I rediscovered this a little over a week ago.

I meet him at his house... we talked a bit, but we both knew that we had done enough talking over the week (I had been away on a horrid vacation, and he kept me company through constant phone calls and texts... some rekindling our love, some making my dripping wet and begging for him to fill me) and we wanted to fuck. We raced upstairs to his room that I remembered oh so well. It smelled the same, almost like honey, but had obviously been done up for me, lights him, sexy red sheets and all. He kissed me, the same earth shattering kiss I remembered, and it was a wrapped. He pushed me unto the bed, our lips never loosing contact, and slipped his hand under my dress, rubbing my soaking wet pussy through my panties. It was amazing.

He stripped me, then himself, and dove between my legs, giving me the best oral sex I've EVER had. I almost cried. And then began the sexcapade. It was ongoing for an hour, then a twenty minute snuggle session, like before. I love our snuggling sessions because he's always so warm, and his limbs are so long they just encircle me and make go right to sleep... only to be awaken by his penis... BEST WAKE UP CALL EVER.

It lasted almost another hour before we took a nap, and then we cleaned up, dressed, and sat outside under the stars. It was lovely, except my vagina was still buzzing, in a good way. The ache between my thighs was a great reminder of our mind blowing sex...

Alas, this entire pose has depressed me, as my well endowed lover is out of the country for another three weeks. But his penis is so good, I'm waiting (or at least trying) for him to get back...

Mel

I'm Mel. These are my sexcapades.