Because I have no idea where else to put it where nobody will find it.
I work at a retail box store. It doesn't matter which one, they are all the same. Associates of all stripe, various tiers of management, corporate bullshit.
I have a thing for a couple of the assistant managers. One male, one female. I don't let those things show. I just pretend the younger guys are super cute, and some are, but they hold little interest for me.
But there is one assistant manager, one who I don't have a thing for but I like very much as a human. He gives me that look. And I just ignore it, but I know that look. That look is that look men give you when they are interested, but can't do anything about how they feel because they aren't willing to get into trouble and lose their jobs and ruin their marriages.
And I don't give the same look back because that feeling isn't really there. I'd probably fuck him if it was in a different setting, but it would just be a fuck and nothing else.
But I'm not going to lie, it makes me feel really fucking good to be looked at like that. I don't know if any of the other men in the store have any thoughts of me (there's a good chance, they are men) but they aren't so obvious. And there's also the chance this guy has no idea he's doing this. He might just be this way. But he wasn't like this when he first met me. It's just been so long since a man has looked at me like he looks at me. That almost makes me want to cry.
He's also telling me weird things about his personal life and relationships. They aren't inappropriate stories, but they aren't things most people tell the random person they are supposed to be supervising in a work setting. I told him and two other co-workers a very intense personal story about a guy I dated who murdered three people at a bar/liquor/convenience store. But I don't know if I would have told that story if there wasn't reason (our store sells guns and alcohol and we were having an official thing about alcohol sales).
I can't say anything to anyone anywhere but on here because I don't want to have that conversation with friends or co-workers. But god, it just feels good to write this things down. Maybe someone will read it and comment. Maybe not.
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Which of course means I want to share a few with you. Very few of my dates don't end up in sexual activity, because you know, that's just how I am. Sometimes though they end up not quite like how I imagined them.
When I lived in the Rocky Mountain West, I travelled to meet a couple, sight unseen, to explore doing a threesome. I got to the restaurant, I was horrified to find out they had not told me everything they probably should have.
He was in his 50s. She was in her mid 20s and 6 or 7 months preggers. I knew they were a May/Dec situation, and that wasn't what bothered me. It was not being told she was pregnant.
But it gets better. They weren't attractive AT ALL. They hadn't even cleaned up for this meeting/date. I was wearing a nice clean pair of jeans and shirt. She was wearing a sloppy dirty t-shirt. He was wearing a Dale Sr. coat I don't think he'd ever washed. The coat smelled like a dead animal. But the best part, he took his teeth out of his mouth and put them on a napkin because they hurt his head.
Yeah. No. I went home and never contacted them again.
Later on, in the swing group we both belonged to, he had the balls to post that I was a fake.
I have a case of Curry Fever. I used to roll my eyes at Chocolate Chasers and other ethnocentric sexual preferences and it came back and bit me in the ass. HAHAHAHA Karma is a bitch.
But on the upside, I've had some help finding a few really hot videos of white women with Indian men. So there is that.
FWIW: I won't stop having sex with other races and ethnicities, I just swoon over Desi guys more now.
I don't really know what brought this on. I've dated Indian men in the past and I wasn't all OMG this is such a turn on, whatevs. But now it totally is. I don't even make sense to myself.
About Desi men. Constantly. Especially being forced to breed with them. Having ten of them there just pumping my cunt full of their hot seed. It's all I think about lately.
Desi porn. Particularly Desi men with white women. Which is next to impossible to find. Why aren't more white female porn stars fucking Indian men? What is wrong with you white women? I'm sure there are plenty of of Indian men who will fuck you.
And yes, there are Desi men in porn, they just aren't fucking white women. And if they are, why aren't the clips on the internet? It's baffling.
It's almost as baffling as two gay little people porn. That's been my life's project. To see two male little people getting it on. Other than in that howler of a movie with Matthew McConagahy.
"Secret" Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Violation and Arousal
Are "secret masturbators" just exhibitionists or is it a form of rape? I'm talking about the sort that just stare you down while they are obviously wanking over you. Not the sort that are actively hiding it.
As far as I know I have never been masturbated over in 'secret'. I have seen things though. They were from obvious exhibitionists.
When I was in high school, after an event, a man in a skirt walked past a mixed-sex group of us and pulled up his skirt and flopped his cock around at us. I know that at least three of us saw. We laughed but were indignant at the same time.
On the public transit I saw a developmentally delayed man stroking off. He was sitting alone and the bus was packed and nobody said anything, though it was obvious we all noticed. Nobody even laughed. It was as though it wasn't even happening.
Twice on the bus in the same town a large man in polyester pants had a hole cut out of his pants and his cock was hanging out of it. Twice, I said nothing, although it made me feel ill. Consequently, he did this to a girl I knew and she reported it and he was arrested for indecent exposure.
Once, in a very obscure restaurant at a lodge that I waited at near Yellowstone Park, a man was sitting at a table alone. He was wearing red Nike shorts with the underwear inside of him. His wife had gone to use the bathrooms. I walked past him to another table to get some plates and was walking back, stopped, turned and asked him if he wanted more coffee. He was sitting there, legs spread with his cock hanging out of his shorts. I was horrified and yet later incredibly turned on by it.
Why have I felt violated sometimes and not other times? It's interesting to note that all of these instances happened when I was 18-19 years old. I was still a virgin and I would lose my virginity later that month to a wrangler from Oregon at that lodge.
I have in fact been a secret masturbator, but I was purposely hiding it. I wasn't trying to get caught. I had the hornies and I needed relief. I would like to think these are not the same things.
One of my most recent wild fantasies is to save up enough money
to take a wild sex tour of the UK and Ireland. I really like the idea
of dogging, but it's not really that popular in the US. We do have other
outlets, like adult theaters and bookstores, but sex in 'car parks'
with strangers isn't really en vogue.
So yeah, that's like the big
thing I want to do when I get to the UK. I wouldn't say no to a motel
gangbang or going to a swinger event either. It would be silly to turn
either of those sorts of events down.
Until I get to live my
fantasy though, I'll keep on doing glory holes or go swinging. And
watching dogging porn. It won't be the same, but it will have to do.
We call someone a ‘pussy’ for being weak, even though the vagina contains incredibly strong muscles capable of pushing out human beings that weigh over three kilograms. When someone does something brave, we say they have ‘balls’, even though the testicles don’t seem to do much except hang around, produce sperm and get squeezed out the side of briefs as a gross party trick.
Benjamin Law, Frankie Magazine Issue 40
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Maybe balls aren't quite the grandiose thing everyone seems to think they are? Have you ever been kicked in them? Seems like a liability to me.
I'm republishing some of my older blogs from when I was writing A Nightcap with Jyl. This is one of them. Oh, and not all of them are sexy porn stories. Some of them are thoughts about sexuality. Like this one.
Miss Holiday no longer blogs and her blog is no longer up. She is missed.
I know I am not the first woman to say this but... I am soooooooo sick of gender bias. I realize there are some things women will not be able to (or want to) do that men can. That said, it doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t be treated like equals on a sexual basis.
Miss Holiday told a story the other day about how she broke up with a guy who said she wasn’t marriage material because she was too wild sexually. (The slap in the face was when he came to her family residence in the Hamptons to announce his engagement personally. She’s better off without him. I’m sure he thought he was being considerate, but I think he was an asshole).
Yet it’s these same guys who end up cheating on their Virgin Mary good girl wives with wild women. This too is a form of gender bias based on common religious morality. Judeo-Christianity and Islam both preach that a woman is to be some sort of undefiled pure vessel to hold the seed of a man to birth his progeny. And apparently undefiled pure vessels aren’t allowed to get freaky with their husbands.
I was watching Damon Wayans’ standup routine on Comedy Central the other night and he talked about this same thing. He said men don’t want to marry freaky women. They want their wives to be sweet and pure. Why couldn’t he have followed up with saying, “we are so fucking wrong about this. We should be glad our women want to fuck us like monkeys and want to be kinky.” That way they wouldn’t have to go out and look for strange (but many would anyway).
I’m tired of it being okay of a man given accolades for having many conquests but a woman being treated lowly for enjoy copious amounts of sex with many different partners. Why can’t feminists start screaming about this rather than us being on the front lines in a war. I don’t want to be drafted. I don’t want to go to war. I want to be treated equally in the sexual war. I want the media to say I’m not bad for enjoying sex, enjoying porn and enjoying masturbating. If our media was truly liberal, wouldn’t the sexual mores be broken down so much more than they are?
Trixie was talking about gender bias at length in a recent post. Like her, I’m tired of the conservative male dominated media and entertainment world making fun of women. Specifically fat women, hairy women, menstruating women, women who have PMS, flat chested women, well endowed women, women’s vaginal size, women who like to have sex, women who are lesbians, women who are pregnant, women who are just being women. For fuck’s sake you bastards, why can’t you just let us be women? Are you so intimidated by women, you feel the need to joke about everything that is natural to us? Why is it fun to make fun of these things?
I am a bigot. Against bigots. I refuse to tolerate bigotry. I won't date or involve myself in a relationship with a bigot.
Homosexuality and Bisexuality are not equal. Just because a man likes sex with men doesn't mean he's homosexual. He could be bisexual. Gay men don't generally enjoy sex with women. I always get irritated with men who think nothing of two women being together and it'sall hot and sexy (especially if he's involved), but two men together is bad and wrong1. If you live by this double standard, get some education.
Take your racism/nationalism somewhere else. We have a lot of different races and nationalities in the chat. I don't discriminate, although I do know which race/nationality of men are going to be more pushy than others (I'm looking at you, Middle Eastern men). That's not going to stop me from talking to them. Or fucking them in real life for that matter.
1. If you think it's gross but you have a live and let live sort of outlook, I'm okay with this. Some things squick some people out, other things don't. That's just how it is.
I've gone into my older blogs when I was still writing A Nightcap With Jyl. ANWJ was my sexual adventure blog. I stopped writing about my sexual adventures because I started to try to top myself with each experience. This isn't what I had wanted and it seemed rather pathetic. But this story is one that was one that was picked up for Friday Blog Roundup on FleshBot and I am very proud of it.
Sometimes I wonder why I need more when I get the best I’ve ever gotten from Wil and JayB. It’s obvious to me, although they are more than enough for me, the thrill I receive from them isn’t constant. That comes with the territory of being with married lovers.
With Wil today, we had some of the best sex to date. Slowly, but surely, this man is going from merely exciting to absolutely amazing. He’s becoming the dominant male I crave, and I haven’t really even tried to coach him into it. Wil knows I prefer dominant men, so he’s done a lot to give me just that. And it’s paying off. For instance, today.
It started out fairly normal. He’s mad about having his nipples played with. Loves them to be sucked, tweaked, bitten and pinched. And I give him that. I love to worship his nipples. Especially his left nipple. Makes him crazy, and almost gives him an instant erection.
I knew he was horny, but even as I sucked his cock he never got his usual rock hard, even with simultaneous nipple play. I wasn’t certain what was up, but I didn’t ask. I just kept doing what he asked and did what I knew he enjoyed. After an extensive oral session, he flipped me on my back and went down on me and it was delightful. It’s strange, I’m just not having orgasms like I usually do with him, but I’m certainly not hating it, so I’m not going to say anything just yet. I know he prides himself on his oral skills (which are considerable) because he thinks he has a small cock. I don’t have a problem with his cock size, but I’m not going to dis him on his oral but eventually I might give him a tip or two that will make me hit an orgasm.
He finished and he pulled me up and was rubbing his raw, hard cock on my pubis. Oh! How I wanted it in me raw. But he stopped and I rolled for the condom and he slipped it on. Even with birth control and his clean status, I’m not going to take a chance. It’s just too risky.
But the moment it went on, he went semi-erect. Shit. He rolled me over onto my stomach and I propped up for him to enter me that way. Didn’t help. This was starting to suck.
He lay down on the bed and asked me to play with his nipples again, so I grabbed the right one with my fingers and nestled up to him and sucked his left. He started to pull my hair back running his hand over my neck, telling me to suck and worship his nipple. I licked and teased it and then in a fit of brattiness, I guess, I bit it. Really hard. He gasped and grabbed my throat and rolled into me more, I did it again and squeezed my neck harder. I moaned and pressed my neck toward him and I heard surprise in his voice when he said, “You like that, you little bitch?” I moaned and he rolled on top of me, and I reached up with my mouth and latched onto his nipple again, using my teeth viciously. He was incensed and knew why I was doing it and put both hands around my throat as I was raking his nipple with my teeth. I could feel the air leave me and my eyes rolled back and I sighed heavily, knowing that I could pass out at any moment and I had my first orgasm as he was between my legs pumping me full of his cock. He spoke cruel words I’d never heard him say to me. He called me a cunt and a whore who wasn’t worth his come. I felt him pull up and out, and he removed one hand from my throat and pulled off the condom and told me to suck the cum out him like a dirty slut. He didn’t make it. It shot out onto my chin and down my throat and then he jammed his cock into my mouth and I sucked what was left out. I came again in that instant. Partially from the lack of air once more and the entire scene.
We lay there together barely touching. I shook and quaked with my orgasm for a couple minutes until he finally asked me if I would be ok. I was more than ok. He had just given me a wonderful orgasm. I wish every orgasm was like that.
I don’t know where Wil picked up on that, but I loved every minute of it. I praised him and thanked him for the amazing orgasm.
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A note about being choked out is in order here. This is not a common practice for me and not something I would trust just anyone to do. I trust Wil. Even though Wil and I aren’t into hardcore BDSM, he knows I like forced sex as well as rape play and is learning how to become more dominant with me. As with all sexual practices, I follow the Safe, Sane and Consensual rule and we have a safe word. He knows I will use it, and I know he will listen.
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On another note. Why is Safe, Sane and Consensual touted by the Kink community when it should be more mainstream? Even in the Vanilla sex world, I think it should be common. We should be teaching this to our children. It just makes good sense.
OB discontinued their Ultra line. In fact, it was extremely difficult to find any OB tampons for awhile. Women all over North America are pissed about this. Including me.
I'd have posted about this on facebook or something, but I didn't want to squick my friends out. I don't care if I squick you all out. I figure that if there are scat lovers on here, I can damn well talk about any body fluid I like.
I just now noticed the nice blogging toolbar. Good job, ImageFap! I like it.
I Really don't have anywhere to post this frustration. I have a crush on this woman I work with and I've told a few of my understanding male admirerers.
I have made some headway. Maybe. It could just be women swapping stories.
There's a guy she and I know. I don't know him that well, but she does. I made the joke that he was in the store to escape his own store and she said something about him being a CD and that's why he would choose to escape to here (women's apparel).
Well, tie me up and call me doggie.
I made the comment that I wasn't really into men in full dress but that I am okay with transgendered. And that I'm definitely okay with men who want to were stockings and lingerie and she said she was too.
Jaw Drop.
Previously to this she commented that she had seen her reflection in the window of another store and though her ass looked really good. So, being bold, I asked her to show me. So she walked across the store and I took an eyeful and said, indeed, your ass does look excellent in those jeans. And then I turned around and did a full on bottom lip bite and eye roll, just like in a sitcom. It was so TV, I had to do it for myself.
And now, I'm trying to find her on a goddamn social network we both belong to. And fuck if I can find her.
So... What's to say. I'm obviously into sex. Dirtier and nastier the better. I'm into most everything. I think the don't do list is shorter than the do list.
I don't do:
Kids
Poop
Golden Showers (Okay, I'll piss on you if you want.)
Pain that involves blood and cutting
It's a short list. I'm always open to suggestion.
I am not a monogamous person. I don't forsee myself ever being in a monogamous relationship in the future. I am looking for an exclusive relationship with a bisexual male. I just don't want to tie us down to being with each other for every sexual encounter.
I like bi men because I am into watching and being a part of MMF threesomes. Plus, bi men get bi women a lot better. And they don't ask for FFMs nearly as often as straight ones.
I realized I liked women when I was about 16. I didn't have sex with one until I was 26. I know. I was a late bloomer. In fact, I didn't have actual sex until I was 19.
People always ask me what the dirtiest thing is I've ever done. I think it's the glory holes. I love to do them. I think it's great that I can suck amazing cock and never have to know who is attached to the cock. I know that I miss out on a lot of great cock because I can't get past looks and personality. Glory holes are a great way to fix that.
I've done my share of orgies but I've only had one gang bang. I would like to do more gang bangs, but I really prefer the orgy/swing scene. I love to watch everyone having fun. I don't want to always be about me.
I'm sure there are other things I could tell you but I don't know what to say right now. I'll add to this when I think of it. And feel free to ask me questions! Inbox or comment me questions!
I haven't really done a sex blog in a long time. I don't know if I'm going to share stories. I might share old stories and I might share a few recent happenings, but I really don't like to tell minute by minute happenings.
I have a lot of old stories saved from my old blog, so I might dredge some of them up. Chances are I'll just talk about things related to sex rather than my sex life. It's been lacking lately anyway.
