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F*CKING UP SHEETS!

There’s a joy that one feels when you leave home and stay at a place that’s not your own. I, like many people, love a good vacation. However, with the rising costs of living, lack of time, lack of funds to go on holidays, and inadequate paid time off, many people don’t get to experience the minimums that a working life has to offer. Whenever I get to be out and do my own thing, I take it all in. I’ve become quite the connoisseur of using Airbnb for mini-trips away or for weekends when I want to be alone with my guy. Between work, writing, reading, and training, it’s refreshing to relax and be the definition of lazy. It’s also refreshing to know that the sheets you fucked up, are not your responsibility to clean.  

Last weekend, my man and I had a weekend all to ourselves. We went to a show on Friday night, followed by dancing. When we got home Saturday morning, we didn’t leave the house until Sunday when we checked out. Saturday morning, he woke me up for breakfast in bed; so, I fed him my pussy twice; then, we went back to sleep. When I finally truly, woke up around noon, I made us breakfast. We stayed inside all day and watched Sabrina on Netflix. When we got hungry again, I made us dinner, then we finished the season, and moved onto watching The Magicians. Cuddled on the couch, I had never felt so at ease. The day was the definition of amazing, and the events of that evening were the strawberry gusher on top. 

We showered together and the hot water cascading on our bodies felt intoxicating. Once in bed, we kissed passionately, then I went down to please him. I used all the tools in my arsenal: from my tongue swirl to my sucking pulse, all in an effort to deliver unto him pleasures that made him squirm and moan. When he told me that he wanted me to ride him, I put on a condom and happily obliged. I used my glutes and hamstring strength to bounce up and down; then, I eased up when he thrust his hips deeper into me. When we had our fill of that position, he laid me on my back, opened my legs wide, and pounded into me. With a few needed lube applications, to keep the party going, I moaned out with every thrust that massaged my spot. In between the cocktails of “fuck!”, “yes!” and “oh my god!” there were many “I love you!” exchanges. I wrapped my legs around his waist and thrust my lower body to meet his. When we had our fill with missionary, before we changed to doggy, he devoured me once more. With his mouth on my clit and finger in my ass, he delivered me an amazing orgasm.  

With my ass up in the air and face buried into the pillow, he proceeded to make love to me; and I devoured every second of it. The beads of his sweat dripped onto my back, and their cool delivered an exhilarating chill. He went to reposition himself and stick it in my ass. Before he entered, I got my womanizer…  

NEVER LEAVE HOME WITHOUT IT! 

For the record, I don’t enjoy anal sex alone. The nerve endings in my ass do not receive pleasure the same way my pussy does. No matter how much lube my partner uses, I can feel the penis rubbing against the skin of my ass, and it delivers to my mind a visual image that shuts down the pleasure highway. So, since I started adding anal sex into my repertoire, I always use my womanizer. The sucking motion of the toy distracts my brain, and it makes the entire experience pleasurable beyond measure. Every time I’m fucked in the ass, with my womanizer on my clit, I have an orgasm. This time would’ve been no different; however… 

Once I powered it up and placed it onto my clit, I told him he could start going slow. I felt my booty hole open up as he slid into me; in collaboration with the sucking motion of the toy, I felt my body reaching an orgasm. As he began to pick up the pace, my clit began to throb like it hadn’t before. He continued to deliver me pleasure-filled thrusts until my body lost control. I first felt the wetness start to drip down my thigh, in between his thrusts; then, just as I had reached my peak; with shaking orgasm and a loud face-in-pillow-stifled roar, my abdominals clenched and my pussy released a squirt of fluid, in amounts I had never released before. There was nothing I could do but ride my orgasmic wave and, since he couldn’t get out of the way fast enough; he had no option but to shower in my juices. Thank god for the towel I laid down prior!  

When I came back down from my high, he slid right back into my ass and proceeded to fuck me until he reached his orgasm. With both of us covered in each other’s fluids (me in his sweat, and him in my squirt), we passed collapsed onto the bed. 

After a few minutes we took a quick shower; then, thanks to some more carefully placed thick and fluffy towels, we were able to fall into a deep sleep. Up until that night, I had only ever squirted in the shower or in my bed. It was not my goal that evening to fuck up the sheets, but I was elated that it wasn’t my responsibility to clean them up.  

TABOOTY – PART 3

By now, at the tender age of 33, anal play had become quite a staple in my world of sex. The first time I had a finger in my ass I was still in high school. My boyfriend and I were making out under the stairs in his house and our bodies were pinned against each other. I was in jeans and he slid his hands inside my pants. As his middle finger began to tease my booty-hole, I got extremely wet. When he finally stuck his finger in my ass I was totally under his control. With every flick of his finger I writhed with pleasure; until his grandmother came downstairs and we ran back to the couch. It would be years before I dabbled into full-on anal sex; but ever since that day, I loved fingers in my ass. 

The first time I tried anal sex, it was an ill attempt to maintain my “virginity”. He tried to stick it in my ass, but the pressure was too much, so Pop! Went my cherry! The first time I actually had anal sex was with my Dominican Bae. We were in his room and I was completely naked on his couch. He took his time to play with and lick at my pussy, to get me ready. When he finally went to enter my ass (being quite endowed); he took his time. He waited for my body to adjust to his length and girth; he waited for me to give him permission to keep going, and finally, only once my body was ready, he slowly thrusted in and out. As he fucked my ass so tenderly, I rubbed at my clit until I reached my orgasm. That was the pleasurable first experience of anal sex I was glad I had. However, the few that followed were not so good. 

I have a love-hate relationship with porn. I love watching porn for the sake of enjoyment. But I hate the fact that society has become so jaded on what sex looks like and/or is, because porn is such a fucking lie. No female squirts across a room. Not every woman wants to be abused and/or man-handled. And for crying out loud, my ass (and the average woman’s ass) is not a vagina. A vagina is a self-lubricating orifice that can stretch to accommodate penetration and child birth. No ass-hole self-lubricates and the average human’s poop is no bigger than 1” diameter (It’s been proven- I think!). The muscles that keep my shit from free-flowing, will always resist an attack; so, if desiring entry, one must take it slow.  

I tried anal sex twice; both in the missionary position, which is supposed to be easier, and it was painful almost the entire time. Only having one experience to go off of and the exaggerated porn, I allowed my partners to find their pleasure, and disregarded my discomfort. It would take years before I would agree to anal sex ever again.  

By now, I was well versed in anal play. I loved and yearned for fingers, tongue and on occasion, the filling sensation of a butt-plug; but I was still hesitant to allow my partners to enter my ass. I had set up a rule for myself.  The next partner to enter my ass had to be able to demonstrate an extreme amount of restraint. Men would enter with patience, but one inside they would go ham; and I was not having my ass abused like that.  

The weekend I finally revisited anal-sex, I just so happened to be on my period. My partner had previously mentioned that he “didn’t run red lights” so, I was prepared for a weekend of cuddles and delivering him oral. Eventually that position was tossed out the window when I got out the shower with my diva cup in and started to give him oral. As I sucked at his dick, he positioned my vagina to rest on his chin and he licked at my clit. It got to the point where he wanted to have sex and he suggested anal. With a very stern voice, I made it abundantly clear that he had to take his time and if he hurt me, I would punch him.  

I bent over on my bed and he positioned himself behind me. He lubed up my ass and slid in his fingers, one then two. After playing for a bit he got a condom and applied lube to his penis and slowly entered me. With my womanizer vibrator on my clit; coupled with the sensation of him entering my ass, it felt amazing. Once he was fully inside of me, I turned up the setting and I gave him permission to “fuck my ass”. As his thrusts grew more powerful the sensation on my clit intensified. What started as moans, grew to screams, and peaked at a howl as I had my orgasm. With my clit numb and the orgasmic bliss radiating all over my body, I fell into the mattress as he continued thrusting until he had his orgasm; then he collapsed on top of me.  

It took a few days for my poops to feel normal again (I wonder if that’s a thing after anal sex? I still haven’t gotten an answer from Reddit). It was quite possibly the best sexual experience I had in years. For the days following, I found myself stopping and reminiscing. I was happy I found a way to enjoy anal sex again, and I was even more happy with my partner. Originally, I had promised my ass to another partner, but since time kept us apart; I’m glad my experience was with someone I now love.  

In the future, anal sex will become the seasonal item on the menu. I have no desire to have anal sex everyday but, I’m delighted to know that it’s there.  

I LOVE MY WOMANIZER

The first vibrator I ever purchased was the ever-infamous Rabbit. It may or may not have been on the heels of the Sex and the City episode; but, nonetheless, once I got home, I needed try it and see what all the fuss was about. Up until that point, all the pleasure I felt was either from resting in the bathtub and letting the water from the faucet pound down on my clit, or me rubbing it out in my room at night.  

In the quiet of my room, I pulled out my battery-operated Rabbit, put a condom on it, and went to town. The sensation of the penis-shaped felt good; but it was the vibrations from the ears on my clit that brought me to ecstasy. It was that feeling alone that I would continue to chase for years. A few times I purchased items to help me engage my G-spot: silicone inserted vibrator, even a glass G-spot stimulator; but every time, I only ever had clitoral orgasms.  Eventually, I stopped buying insertable devices and focused solely on my clit. I went through a series of pocket-sized vibrators: ones with changeable heads, and some with multiple speeds and vibrations. A few years ago, I happened into Babeland and purchased my Raines brand Vibrator. It was pretty, purple, had a multitude of patterns, and was quiet. She even came with a little pouch, with a lock and key. She held me down, then I had to replace her, and she was there for me for another year or two.  

A year or two later, I was determined to have a G-spot orgasm. So, I returned back to Babeland where I bought my ($120) Fifi by Je Joue rechargeable vibrator. When I got home, I charged it up for a bit; after I took my shower, I washed it off, applied some lube and waited for the magic to happen. The sensations were far more advanced from when I used the rabbit and I was able to cum 5 times. But, all of them were only clitoral. The amazing sensations did nothing to bring me to a G-spot orgasms, and because of that I was twistedly disappointed. I had come to the conclusion in my early 20s that I was one of those women that would never have a G-spot orgasm, but I loved sex and oral so much that; I can’t miss what I never had. With that, I stopped caring for artificial objects in my vagina. I love fingers, tongues, and dicks; and that’s enough for me. 

I loved my Fifi, but having to use the vagina insert, removed the fun for me, so I went back to my Raines vibrator. Then, I kept hearing about this thing called a Womanizer; it interested me because it was said that; the sucking mechanism was a totally new experience, not like other vibrators.  

So, I returned back to Babeland and with some skepticism I said, hell with it, and made my purchase. I walked away with my ($99) Womanizer Liberty Clitoral Stimulator. When I got home, I read the instructions, and charged the device. Later that night, I laid back in my bed, applied some lube to my clit and fired her up.  

The sensation was nothing I had ever experienced. I felt as if all the blood in my body was being drawn to my clit. I grabbed at my nipples as my legs trembled and my breathing grew deeper and heavier. With a final deep breath, my abs clenched, and my eyes rolling to the back of my head; I had my first Womanizer induced orgasm. My energy was depleted, but the whole ordeal may have only been 3 minutes. I looked up at my revolving ceiling fan and waited for my body to feel normal. I wanted to feel that sensation again; so, I spread my legs again and enjoyed the ride. Only this time, something felt different. Not only was my clit throbbing even harder this time, all my southern muscles lost control. I felt my orgasm building up and finally the release, followed by a steady stream of orgasmic fluids. It wasn’t a squirt; it was a juicy ooze. My sheets were soaked, and I gave zero fucks. I was in post-orgasmic bliss.  

I looked up at my ceiling fan, I felt the cool air mix with the sweat that had formed on my body, deliver a chill. I felt the moisture on the sheets, below my ass start to get cold. I reached my hands down to my opening and felt the cum on my fingers. I always loved the taste of my juices on my partners lips, after they ate my pussy, and I wanted to taste it again. It was deliciously sweet. I delivered myself one more orgasm before the night was through. When I was finished, I got my hair dryer, dried my wet spot, and retreated into a lovey slumber.  

I realized, after the fact, that it was the first time, in a very-very long time that I didn’t use porn to stimulate my mind. Ever since that night all Womanizer orgasms have been mental and breath only. Now, there are times when I forget to charge my Womanizer, and when I lay down, she’s dead. I would use porn and go back to one of my many other toys. But the Womanizer is in a lane all her own. I use her at night, in the morning, for an afternoon pick-me-up after work, and in the shower; it’s quite possibly the best toy I’ve had ever. It’s a fantastic toy to have in your arsenal. However, I have heard some women say it was too intense, but I absolutely, obviously love it. 

In my next post I’ll revisit the Tabooty series, and the role my Womanizer played in making the experience magical. 

The Wonders of Coconut Oil Part 2

Be sure to read “The Wonders of Coconut Oil Part 1” before reading Part 2

So- there I was, vagina slathered in coconut oil, in preparation for my upcoming sex appointment. Like I said in the last post; I should’ve cancelled it, but my hormones got the best of me. I put on my lingerie, dress, heels and left to get in the Uber that he called for me. He lived in a fucking walk-up, and since I hate stairs, I was not too thrilled and sweaty upon arrival. 

When I finally arrived at the pearly gates of his apartment door, he greeted me with hug and passionate kiss. Shoes came off and we went to sit on the couch. His apartment was nice, for a bachelor, and it had all the essential furniture. The only downside was that his mattress was on the floor. What is it with grown men refusing to invest in a bed frame? But, the rest of the apartment was nice and clean so I couldn’t get hung up on this minor detail. 

We talked for a bit while he made me a drink and listened to some music and discussed various kinks, and Dos & Donts. We kissed and then the chemistry of the alcohol took over. I went in between his legs and pulled out his penis and began to enjoy him. He filled my mouth, just right and I became more wet with each lick. Before things got too heated, we went to the bedroom. His fingers began to explore my vagina; and the spells he casted were nothing short of magical. My body had fully surrendered to the power of his digits; all of a sudden, I felt an oozing of fluid and I was spent. I had only ever squirted on 2 occasions prior to that; once, when I was masturbating for hours at home, the other, was with one of my college-age partners, with zero intention. After he made me squirt (notice I said- not cum); we had sex. Rough and animalistic, the way I sometimes love. Ass slapping, light choking, and anal play had me moaning and juicing on all cylinders. I collapsed down on the bed from penetrative exhaustion. After a moment we went back to sit on the couch. He smoked a blunt, then made us some vegan grilled cheese sandwiches; he oiled the pan with Organic Coconut Oil (LOL!) He made us each another drink and we ate our sandwiches. I must say for vegan cheese, from the perspective of a meat-eater, the sandwich was quite yummy. 

After our nourishment it was time for round two. He removed my dress and began sucking at my nipples as his fingers made their way back to my vagina. He put his hands around my neck and aided in me standing up- my juices began to trickle down my leg as he escorted me back to the bedroom. This time I wanted to be on my knees as he stood in front of me, and I took him in. I sucked, licked, twirled, and flicked my tongue with a mission. POW! He delivered a gentle slap to my face and I, to my own surprise, grew more aroused. I took him even deeper into my mouth, delivering aggressive head jerks for the tip of his penis to hit the back of my throat. He ejaculated on my breasts, hot and sticky. After he cleaned me up, he got in position to deliver me more pleasure. He made me squirt 2 more times then, on the third time I rubbed at my clitoris as his fingers explored both my vagina and ass-hole. I let out a roar that would put the lions to shame, because he covered my mouth until my limbs went limp. He grabbed a condom then laid me on my stomach and began to repossess my body until he came. I dozed off for about 10 minutes and woke up to him sitting on couch. We sat and talked for a little bit, until it was time for me to go. I took a quick shower and I was on my way. 

The realization of the fucking I had just put my body through didn’t set in until I went to use the bathroom at the movie theater. I went to wipe and I wanted to punch myself in the throat! My vagina was utterly fucked raw. When I got home, I went into the bathroom looking for possible battle wounds that could explain my discomfort; other than the more intense red color everything looked normal. After my shower, I slathered coconut oil all over my vagina.  

When Tuesday came, my vagina and my throat felt a little off. So, in conjunction with going to the walk-in GYN after work, I called all my partners I had played with that weekend for sexual re-con. Who else at the party did you fuck, when was the last time you got tested, and when was the last time you were sick? Eventually, with daily applications of coconut oil, that soothed and moisturized my pubic and labia, the discomfort subsided. A week later, my results came back and everything was negative.  

It had never crossed my mind that maybe my body was just not used to all the fucking I had just put it through. If I was going to continue living this polyamorous, non-monogamous, occasional swinger lifestyle I would have to adopt new methods for vaginal care. Vitamin D (the kind that comes in a bottle), probiotics, coconut oil, and lots and lots of lune. Sure- I’ve gone many rounds of sex before, but never the way it happened that weekend. There was really only a sliver of time at the party where my vagina wasn’t being either, penetrated, rubbed, or licked. And, although it felt amazing- it was very-new indeed.  

I learned then that lube, would forever be my best friend; and, that Coconut Oil, really, does do wonders.  

TABOOTY – PART 2

What’s the butt-hole deal?

Bent over, on all fours, I arched my body to face him. “I’ve got a butt-plug; you want to try it?” He whispered back into my ear, “Yes.” I walked to my bag and came back with my newly purchased, all black, silicone butt-plug. This was the first time I was using a plug; and with me naked and everything about to go down, it looked a lot bigger than it did in the store.  

I bent back over as he moistened the plug with his saliva. He gently nudged it in, at first there was a bit of resistance. But, after a few deep breaths and a quiet mental-mantra my body gave in. The sensation was beyond exhilarating; being filled in such a new way, aroused me to another level. He delivered a few kisses and bites to my cheeks, then re-entered me. The feeling was indescribable. As the initial rush of pain subsided, the overflowing feeling of stimulation took over my body. Every thrust he delivered made contact to the plug that was secured inside of me; and each one felt better than the last. I was screaming at the top of my lungs in ecstasy and he let out an animal roar and slumped over onto my back. The sound of heavy breathing was silenced by our kissing. He gently removed the plug then went to the bathroom to wash it off.   

When he returns from the bathroom, I’m laying on couch, completely naked, and thoroughly fucked. He lays down next to me, we don’t speak; we only cuddle. I break the silence by asking him if he liked that- already knowing the answer. He replies that he did. I ask him if he could feel the plug as he was fucking me and his answer was, also, yes. He asked me how I liked it and I told him I loved it. It won’t be on the menu all the time, but from time to time, I definitely would love it.  

Refractory period over, and he was ready to go again. I just love his stamina. Kiss, fondle, lick, fingers, orgasm for me, 69 as I suck him while he plays with my ass again. He really-really likes my ass. I have to discover what this fascination with my ass-hole is. We finish with another amazing round of sex, orgasm for him then we retreat to the bedroom to sleep. He pulls me in close and we’re off to slumber-land. 

A week goes by and my southern parts starts to feel “different”… Mother-fucker! I visit the walk-in GYN and she prescribes me treatment for what she thinks looks like yeast and/or bacterial vaginosis. I tell her, my partner and I were doing anal and she concludes that’s the likely culprit. At the conclusion of my visit she tells me to “Make sure he minds his digits; one hand for vagina and one for the ass”. Ugh! I guess after the pleasure there may be some pain – or is it the other way around? A week later my results come back negative of everything- hmm. I guess my pussy was just fucking with me!  

With everything cleared in on my Southern Hemisphere, I became a little anal obsessed. I started watching butt-plug porn. I especially love the metal ones with jewels. They just look so pretty! I really wanted to know what the fixation with eating ass was. I hear about it all the time on the podcasts I listen to (Whoreible_decisions), and a plethora of men always request to eat my ass; so, What’s the butt-hole deal? I needed an answer for this seemingly taboo thing that everyone was doing. So, in true fashion, whenever I want an honest answer, I ask Reddit. 

I prefaced it with the fact that I date men of all races. However, this has been an act delivered to me by predominantly White, European, and Latino men. (Not that black men don’t- I just haven’t had a black man say and/or do it- to me). I got a combination of: “ass-holes just look pretty…”, “the orgasms are more powerful…”, “a kinky fetish”; I also got a slew of people simply wanting to explore their partners body, and lastly- something about the butt being “taboo” is a real turn-on. My conclusion, in the end, was that it doesn’t really matter in the end as long as both the giver and receiver are enjoying the act.  

I saw my guy a week later; we just went to dinner as both of our schedules were crazy. He asked me how my parts were doing, to which I replied; “In the future you must, mind your digits” and he said he would.  

The next time I saw him, it was after my workout class. When I was done, I took an Uber to his house. I ate my dinner we relaxed on the couch a bit. Not long after, we started kissing and I went down on him. Earlier in the week we were texting that he wanted to titty-fuck me and I was so on board. These pierced-DDDs were happy to oblige. I pulled off my shirt and bra, he pulled down his pants- half clothed sex is hot! He came on my tits and my juices began to flow. We retreated to the shower to freshen up and returned back to the couch. We both must’ve been tired because it wasn’t long before we got in bed. A moment of kissing then his face was buried in between my legs. A deep breath and a loud scream signaled my orgasm and it was on. He grabbed a condom then slid into me. Deep powerful thrusts attacked my body and sent shivers all over my body, then we were done. Wait- no butt-play? I did an enema for nothing! We fell asleep and held each other all night long.  

The next day, he sent me a naughty picture. A girl could get used to this! He asked me if I enjoyed myself last night and I told him yes. I guess the screaming at the top of my lungs wasn’t confirmation enough that I had cum. I told him I don’t have G-spot orgasms, only clitoral. He told me he wanted to fully penetrate my ass. To which I replied, yes- we just have to work our way up to it. I enjoy anal sex with a partner that listens to me, and he’s shown me that he can do just that.  

I’m looking forward to that next time.