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Blowing my friend’s Boyfriend on his Birthday (29f) [FFM]

“Alice, you find Luke attractive, don’t you?”

An innocuous enough question on the face of it, but for a few crucial factors;

Firstly, Luke was an incredibly handsome guy. Irritatingly so. If you were to draw ‘chiseled’, you’d draw Luke. This rendered it something of a rhetorical question. Of course I found Luke attractive. There couldn’t be many who wouldn’t. Which meant it was obviously a question leading somewhere.

Secondly, Luke was not a single man. Indeed, he was in a relationship of several years. Not that there’s any harm in finding a partnered up man attractive – but it did frame the question in a slightly loaded fashion.

Thirdly and perhaps most significantly; the question was being asked to me *by* his girlfriend. The very same girlfriend whom I’d been close friends with myself for longer than the pair of them had been an item. A dear friend who I knew didn’t pose highly loaded and leading questions purely for the sake of being hypothetical.

Little did I know at the time – though I do feel I immediately did suspect on some innate level – that it would ultimately lead to one of the most arse-clenchingly awkward encounters in my short but colourful life thus far. Read more »

“Call me Daddy!” (29f) [FM]

“Sex is a conversation. Good sex is a debate. Great sex is an argument.” -Quote attributed to Alice, Sometime in the mid 2010’s. Feel free to quote me. It’s probably one of the most sensible things I’ve ever said.

Communication is key to so many aspects of life, sexual shenanigans included. Which isn’t to say there’s not a time and a place for wonderfully simple and uncomplicated rhythmic grunting/moaning/gasping/yelping/panting/screaming – there can be something utterly joyous in uncivilised bestial simplicity – but, for the most part, communication and conversation during the act only ever makes sex better.

For the purely mechanically minded, sexual discussion need be no more than a set of instructions, expressed and delivered in much the same style as arranging and building some flat-pack furniture; ‘Up and to the right some more.” “More pressure!” “Wait, not so hard…” “Screw it, just like that!” etc. I.e. Entirely functional, but a little without soul.

But, equally, for the more verbally dextrous/literary minded/vocal railroader, it can go a little too far in the other direction, as you’re forced to listen to laborious minutes on end of waffle and needlessly overwrought and flowery vocabulary spewing forth before able to get down and dirty to the good stuff. Read more »

Two girls, One cock. And only one winner (29f) [FFM]

Let me preface this particular recollection by pointing out that I’m a competitive soul. Stupidly so. Driven to win at all costs, sometimes even to my own detriment. I’m entirely self aware of this – some may argue – crippling flaw, but self awareness does nothing to prevent my competitive urge striking. If there’s an opportunity to ‘win’ (and sometimes even when the very notion of winning is subjective at best) then I will do pretty much whatever it takes to achieve victory.

It’s one of the (many) reasons why I decided to give up ever accepting dares – for the good of my own sanity.

I also, for better or worse, have always seen sex as something of a competition. Which isn’t to say it’s a race, far from it. But it has an objective. The aim is to make the other person achieve orgasm. And if there’s an aim, there’s a victory. It’s a completion in every sense of the word.

Philosophy out of the way, let’s get stuck in. Read more »

Caught Sucking and Fucking in the Cinema (29f) [FM]

Sex is great. It is, arguably, just about the most fun it’s possible to have. But there can come a time when, if you’re lucky enough to be getting it sufficiently frequently, it can start to feel like it’s losing its edge. Which is to say it’s still great, obviously – orgasms are rarely not worth your time – but it can start to lose a little of its shine. It becomes just that little bit more predictable. More pedestrian. More, dare I say it, *routine*.

Which is when, in my experience, you find yourself starting to explore other means of regaining that exciting buzz that was initially a default bolt-on to any sexual escapade. You take your first tentative steps – or in my case, jumping in fully, both feet first – into finding a way to recapture the thrill. Specifically seeking out something new and adventurous, rather than just happening upon it. Read more »

Fucking your Teacher (a valuable lesson) (29f) [FM]

Role Play. An integral and essential part of sexual life for some, and a horror filled nightmare the likes of which Meatloaf referred to in his song “I would do anything for love, but I won’t do *that*”.

For my part, I absolutely understand the appeal. The opportunity to play a role and feel like somebody else for a while doesn’t present itself very often in life and, for the majority, role play presents the opportunity to enact the kind of fantasies that real life so rarely offers. But I can also very much see the thinking from those for whom the very idea may bring them out in a cold sweat. Because, when it comes down to it, role play requires acting. Not necessarily very good, deep or subtle acting – indeed, usually far from it – but, like most kinks, it’s something you’re either into or you’re not. And if you’re not, it’s a portal to only deep embarrassment, and the sudden and overwhelming desire to become celibate. Read more »

My New Year’s Resolution: Give up Casual Sex. I fucked it within 25 minutes of the clock striking twelve (29f) [FM]

Ah, New Year. What finer opportunity to decide on some optimistic yet arbitrary life goals that, unless you possess a will far stronger than my own, you’ll have long since given up on by the end of the month.

New Years Eve 2019. On the cusp of 2020 which, being as it is a lovely sounding number, was sure to be the year that would bring only wonderful things. A year of optimism. Of hope. of unparalleled success and opportunity. And, personally speaking, the year I had very much intended to, as the old parlance goes; ‘get my shit together’.

I’d spent a significant portion of 2019 in an excellent relationship and, if I may be immodest for a moment, having excellent sex. The sort that, while perhaps not as relentlessly thrilling as with new and unknown partners, includes all the benefits of someone who understands your likes and dislikes, and who is more than comfortable playing to their strengths, and allows you to play to your own too.

But, as with everything in life, entropy had kicked in and as the year progressed we found ourselves growing apart and, ultimately, breaking up at the beginning of October. It very much needed to happen. No sour grapes on either end. Just one of those things, plenty more fish in the sea, etc. Read more »