{rrowr} - let's get frisky

A fall off the blog wagon: you get the wheel

Fri, 14 Nov 2008 22:35:19 +0000

I cannot seem to get the wherewithal to stop what I’m doing (and it seems like I’m always doing something) at any given time long enough to come in here and write anything.

So I’m unloading the task onto you:

In comments, anonymously if you prefer, tell me the story of the best sex you’ve ever had. Make me feel like I was there, make me feel and understand why it was as hot or amazing or surreal or memorable as it was.

Ready? Go for it.

a note before bed

Mon, 03 Nov 2008 06:51:04 +0000

We’ve taken to middle-of-the-night sex; something I’ve always loved but found few kindred spirits were up for (so to speak). But waking up at 4:30 or 5 am seems to have struck the right balance. No stress we’ll be late. No blazing morning sun to squint against. Nobody else awake. And the grogginess adds to the whirlwind, which adds to the excitement.

We’ve slowed down some since September and October’s 6-week fuck fiesta, but that was expected. Now, beginning our 8th year together, we are, sadly, down to just 4-5 days a week of sex. Sigh.

In contrast, this is a little depressing.

I promise I’ll get around to that review eventually.

Grrrr…

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:23:00 +0000

I need to fuck.

Book review of BONK: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex coming soon.

Photos I hope someone will take at my wedding

Mon, 20 Oct 2008 03:30:48 +0000

http://www.flickr.com/photos/jessicaweiser/1031910183/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/keefe/1029305983/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/tommehilton/2928903285/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/redleafstudios/2109291046/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/7651273@N02/576002195/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/sandratorralba/754661997/

I like it when…

Sat, 18 Oct 2008 01:27:02 +0000

We need it so bad that even if we only have a few minutes it absolutely has to happen. On the bed, me on my back, he on his side facing me with my leg draped over him, and he strokes himself up against me while I’m getting off, and then just when he realizes I’m starting to orgasm, he plunges his cock in hard for three, four good, deep strokes until it fades, and then flips me over onto my stomach to finish himself off while I’m still sensitive and reeling, usually getting me off one more time before he’s done.

Clearly I picked the right neighborhood

Thu, 16 Oct 2008 18:15:52 +0000

Taken down the road and around the corner.

I love penises.

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 05:39:52 +0000

In Seattle, sometime around 1996, I had a friend by the name of Em who would, on occasion, pinch my ass or fondle me or pull up my shirt in public or…and this was a big one…spontaneously sit down, lean herself against me, and play with my hair. We’d go to clubs together. Host parties. Take road trips. Have movie-sleepover nights. There was a charge and a curiosity there, no doubt about it, and more than once she made it tempting to reconsider the whole heterosexual thing.

That lasted all of six months or so before it fell away, because in the end I cannot help it, cannot deny it: I love the penis. I can’t imagine ever not craving them. Not having my hands all over them. Seeing and not wanting. Not wondering about it when I brush up against the guy in the produce section. Not imagining the sensation of different shapes and sizes I’ve seen. I am addicted to the very idea of penis.

And yet, when it comes to active cravings, my neediness is remarkably selective. I’ve never turned one away for aesthetics, and have really enjoyed sex with various types of cock, but when it comes to overtly reacting to it, desperately needing it, the package of features has to be just right to make a penis that drool-worthy. Yes, size matters to some degree, though it’s the combination of that and shape and orientation and other factors that makes the difference. I can barely register a reaction for a huge porn-quality penis, but will break a dizzy sweat over a nude portrait of a man with average size but a well-defined, sturdy (this is unsexy to say, I know, but trust me on it), nicely-angled penis that might go unnoticed by anyone who wasn’t as diligent about the details. And I am most definitely diligent about examining the details.

Luckily, thanks to the gifts nature chose to bestow on S., I have a truly delicious specimen at my disposal. Scout’s honor to always worship and enjoy and make good use of it so it doesn’t go to waste.

I’d post a snapshot here so you can see for yourself, but it occurs to me now that 80% of the people reading here, to my knowledge, are men, and I’m guessing most of you don’t care to see that. Which is too bad, because it really is spectacular.

Weird confessions

Sat, 11 Oct 2008 04:40:53 +0000

A comment earlier reminded me, I’ve got a sick confession to make. I don’t know where it comes from or what it is, exactly, that does it for me, but I have the most intense sexual crush on Heath Ledger’s Joker character from the Dark Knight.

I have no other crush on any other Ledger character, nor did I on Ledger himself, and no other Joker in any previous Batman film ever even so much as caught my attention. But this guy… this guy does strange things to me when I see him.

Unexplained. Don’t care. YUM.

Whew.

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 03:53:38 +0000

I climb gingerly into the stock car and push open the door of the little room. Kinko is sitting on the edge of his cot, an eight-pager in one hand and his penis in the other. He stops midstroke, its slick purple head extending beyond his fist. There’s a heartbeat of silence followed by the whoosh of an empty Coke bottle flying at my head. I duck. “Get out!” Kinko screams as the bottle explodes against the doorframe behind me. He leaps up, causing his erection to bounce wildly. “Get the hell out!”- excerpt from Water for Elephants

Most women I known have no interest in the idea of men jerking off, especially when it’s not with/over them personally, and many find the idea of walking in on a man while he’s jerking off particularly repulsive. Why?

Whatever it makes me, I get flush red and warm reading or thinking about scenes like this one. Inadvertently walking in on a man while he’s stroking his cock - either oblivious to me, or, better yet, aware I’m there but too far gone to stop - leaves me reeling and unbalanced. Maybe because it’s a raw and unedited moment (I tend to like those a lot), maybe it’s because it’s an unapologetic needy indulgence (I like those too), maybe simply because it’s a voyeur thing or a very basic slice of real and unsocialized humanity.

No matter, the quickening when it happens is all-consuming, unnerving. I wish it happened more often.

QOTD

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 01:10:23 +0000

“I love your thighs, too… especially when I’m rubbing my cock against them.” - S., in response to a passing remark from someone else.

Few things sexier than a man who’s capable of unexpected frankness.