From time to time, when I am bored, I join the bottom feeders of society, and I troll Craigslist for funny ads. This particular morning I came across a posting asking to take a poll on whether or not size matters to us women.
The ad read as follows:
Which do you prefer?
A. Huge (can't be big enough)
B. BIG (not circus huge but definitely way above average guys)
C. Average (definitely not big but definitely not small either)
D. Small (noticeably smaller than most men)
E. Any cock will do (I like all sizes )
And do you prefer length or thickness?
Well if you know me and you probably don't, but you'd know that there was no way I could not hit that reply button. I seem to always have an opinion on anything sex related and am happy to share my thoughts.
My reply was as follows:
Since I'm a fly by the seat of my pants kinda girl...there are days when I would like one of each.
A. Huge (can't be big enough)
I like this option when I'm feeling like being a huge slut, or after I have been with letter D and realized it just didn't do it for me. It's also the one I like, when I want to be reminded for the next 4 days by not being able to walk correctly.
B. BIG (not circus huge but definitely way above average guys)
My most favorite option...feeling satisfied and never am disappointed. Doesn't really matter if he knows how to use it, I'm gonna feel like I got fucked.
C. Average (definitely not big but definitely not small either)
The most realistic option...can't ever go wrong with it. If you know how to use it, its a win win.
D. Small (noticeably smaller than most men)
Not the best choice, BUT these guys put in the most effort to please their ladies. In the end, I'll get mine no matter what.
E. Any cock will do (I like all sizes )
Depending on how long its been since I hooked up, option E can easily come into play, and I'm okay with that.
And overall, thickness over length. A woman's G-Spot is only about 2 inches in, so chances are it will get hit regardless.
Of course, the owner of that posting appreciated my honesty, and thanked me for my response. Turns out he had a 9 inch cock, so I'm pretty much figuring that that was his way of finding the ladies who preferred an above average man.
Overall I really don't think size matters all that much. There is so much on the market to enhance our sexual experiences and the options are endless. There is literally something for everyone. If your sex life sucks in the bedroom, you may want to do a little shopping trip to spice things up, cause these days, there is just no excuse for it.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Put this fucking mask on and don’t say a fucking word.
I was in no hurry to meet him for the first time, I had my child for most of the week, so it wasn’t like I had a bunch of free time. He called daily trying to set something up, and I just kind of blew him off for one reason or the other. He called one afternoon to say he was driving through my town and asked if I could meet him for 5 minutes. At first I said no, the kid was home, the roommate was home, animals were going nuts...it was just really bad timing, but after much persistence, I agreed he could stop by for 5 minutes to say Hi. We had already had tentative plans for the following night, so I thought I may as well get those first meeting jitters out of the way.
He showed up a few minutes later and he was way more than I had expected. Nice clothes, nice hair, nice body. I was taken a back on how put together he was. I introduced him to my roommate and my kid. He immediately took to my child and offered to play a game of Wii together before bed. The two of them had a great time calling each other out and goofing off. As I sat there on the couch, I thought, wow..this was unexpected. It was very easy to be comfortable and things felt good being so relaxed. Bed time for the kid came quickly and we found ourselves sitting on the couch. He got a little closer and came into kiss me. There was an electric force that jolted through my body. He was an amazing kisser. Things got hot rather quickly on my couch, and I suddenly realized that I wanted this guy in a bad way. We moved into my bedroom and almost immediately things changed.
In the blink of an eye, I was suddenly his little bitch. In the mist of some heavy kissing, I was flipped over onto my stomach and forced onto the bed. In my head I was thinking, wow…okay, this is new, I can do this. It was hot and so unlike anything I had ever done. He was forceful and taking control and for once I wasn’t thinking about what I would be wearing to work the next day or what reality show I was missing. He saw my night mask hanging on the corner of my bed and told me to get it on my eyes. I giggled to myself and holy shit was that a mistake. He grabbed me by my wrists and hissed into my ear, “Put this fucking mask on and don’t say a fucking word” I giggled again…this was funny to me. This time he put his hand around my throat and said, “I’m not fucking playing with you, you’ll do as I say or you’re gonna get it even worse” I remember it was at the moment, when I started to float above my body. I was watching it all go down from up above, thinking how they hell did I get here. Is this really fucking happening? Did we discuss a safety word?
My entire body was taken over by this man. He spent a very long time down below and every time I got into it and my hands started to travel down to him, I was ordered to keep them on the fucking headboard and not to fucking move. It’s so easy to lose yourself when you are literally having one of the best fucks in your life. I was quickly reminded each time, to not talk, to not say a word, and to not act like I was enjoying it. I was cursed at and spit on, I was choked out and bit and he had his finger so far up my ass that I thought I might pass out. He bitch slapped me across the face on 3 separate occasions, and having an eye mask on makes that kind of play crazy, as I couldn’t see them coming, so trying to turn my head or prepare in any way was impossible. It takes a lot to shock me and my jaw was literally on the floor.
When he was finished with me, he went for his clothes almost immediately. I laid there with only my shirt on and the rest of my body was exposed. I could see the welts on my thighs from his bite marks starting to already turn black as if the blood vessels had been popped. When I knew it was ok to speak, I asked him if he was leaving. He gave me that little smirk and in that condescending tone replied, “What...? Do you want to fucking cuddle??” I was dumbfounded by his reply and quickly said that I happen to hate cuddling and I was just wondering why the rush. It turned out he was only heading out for a smoke and I barely had enough strength in my legs to join him. We said our goodbyes at the door and he asked if we were still on for the following night. I agreed to meet him and he was on his way.
I have to say that although I was floating above my body the entire time and most of the details are still a little foggy, I had never been so turned on in my life. This was the shit I had only read about or seen on porn sites. In my own sick little twisted way, I loved it. It was exactly the dirty kind of sex I had needed after all the years of vanilla play with my ex. And as I stood there later that night, naked in front of my mirror staring at all the bruises in disbelief, I realized, it’s one thing for your partner to ask you to call him daddy, but it’s quite another knowing you’ll probably get your ass beat if you don’t.
He showed up a few minutes later and he was way more than I had expected. Nice clothes, nice hair, nice body. I was taken a back on how put together he was. I introduced him to my roommate and my kid. He immediately took to my child and offered to play a game of Wii together before bed. The two of them had a great time calling each other out and goofing off. As I sat there on the couch, I thought, wow..this was unexpected. It was very easy to be comfortable and things felt good being so relaxed. Bed time for the kid came quickly and we found ourselves sitting on the couch. He got a little closer and came into kiss me. There was an electric force that jolted through my body. He was an amazing kisser. Things got hot rather quickly on my couch, and I suddenly realized that I wanted this guy in a bad way. We moved into my bedroom and almost immediately things changed.
In the blink of an eye, I was suddenly his little bitch. In the mist of some heavy kissing, I was flipped over onto my stomach and forced onto the bed. In my head I was thinking, wow…okay, this is new, I can do this. It was hot and so unlike anything I had ever done. He was forceful and taking control and for once I wasn’t thinking about what I would be wearing to work the next day or what reality show I was missing. He saw my night mask hanging on the corner of my bed and told me to get it on my eyes. I giggled to myself and holy shit was that a mistake. He grabbed me by my wrists and hissed into my ear, “Put this fucking mask on and don’t say a fucking word” I giggled again…this was funny to me. This time he put his hand around my throat and said, “I’m not fucking playing with you, you’ll do as I say or you’re gonna get it even worse” I remember it was at the moment, when I started to float above my body. I was watching it all go down from up above, thinking how they hell did I get here. Is this really fucking happening? Did we discuss a safety word?
My entire body was taken over by this man. He spent a very long time down below and every time I got into it and my hands started to travel down to him, I was ordered to keep them on the fucking headboard and not to fucking move. It’s so easy to lose yourself when you are literally having one of the best fucks in your life. I was quickly reminded each time, to not talk, to not say a word, and to not act like I was enjoying it. I was cursed at and spit on, I was choked out and bit and he had his finger so far up my ass that I thought I might pass out. He bitch slapped me across the face on 3 separate occasions, and having an eye mask on makes that kind of play crazy, as I couldn’t see them coming, so trying to turn my head or prepare in any way was impossible. It takes a lot to shock me and my jaw was literally on the floor.
When he was finished with me, he went for his clothes almost immediately. I laid there with only my shirt on and the rest of my body was exposed. I could see the welts on my thighs from his bite marks starting to already turn black as if the blood vessels had been popped. When I knew it was ok to speak, I asked him if he was leaving. He gave me that little smirk and in that condescending tone replied, “What...? Do you want to fucking cuddle??” I was dumbfounded by his reply and quickly said that I happen to hate cuddling and I was just wondering why the rush. It turned out he was only heading out for a smoke and I barely had enough strength in my legs to join him. We said our goodbyes at the door and he asked if we were still on for the following night. I agreed to meet him and he was on his way.
I have to say that although I was floating above my body the entire time and most of the details are still a little foggy, I had never been so turned on in my life. This was the shit I had only read about or seen on porn sites. In my own sick little twisted way, I loved it. It was exactly the dirty kind of sex I had needed after all the years of vanilla play with my ex. And as I stood there later that night, naked in front of my mirror staring at all the bruises in disbelief, I realized, it’s one thing for your partner to ask you to call him daddy, but it’s quite another knowing you’ll probably get your ass beat if you don’t.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Say hello to little ol' me.
Well, well, well...here I am. I've officially crossed over to the dark side. After much discussion with my girlfriends...I've decided to start a blog...and hopefully, I won't find it that terribly grueling and maybe, just maybe...it may be become a daily thing.
So here's the question...why am I all of the sudden blogging? Well the answer is this...morning after morning, I come into work with the most amazing stories to tell my co-workers. Most of them sit there in disbelief, some maybe in disgust, and others wanting to live vicariously through me hanging on my every last word and demanding my daily updates as to what has happened in the last 15 hours since I have seen them. You see, I'm a 30 something single mom on the go, trying to enjoy life to the fullest. Trying to find some satisfaction in life whether that be sexually or mentally or more than likely a little of both.
I've been single a year now, and I'm just getting my feet wet getting back in the dating world after being on hiatus for nearly 6 years. Six loooong years, in a relationship where at one point I really thought he was the one. This was it...I could clearly see the path that I was on, and I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Somewhere around year 4 things started going down hill. Suddenly I was caught up in a relationship where I was no longer trusted, I was no longer happy and the light at the end of the tunnel was long gone. Sex was no longer fulfilling but more like a chore and even then it was hard to fake it long enough to try to get my panties wet. Year 5 was the ultimatum. I sat him down and said I was falling out of love. I no longer missed him when he was gone and I'd watch the clock when he was home. I told him if things weren't gonna change and if both of us were no longer going to put forth the effort to try to get back to where we once were, then he needed to just let me go and let us each seek out what we were missing.
Well, I'm sure you know the rest of that story...things didn't change, in fact they got worse and I ended things as pain free as I could. He did not take it well at all and that's when his panic set in. After 6 months of call after call, drive by after drive by, email after email, text after text, flower after flower...and changing my numbers and emails...I took matters into my own hands, and the judge granted my request for a restraining order. For one full year, I get to feel safe and free from the harassment. That was in October of 2009 so luckily for me...I still have a few more months. Has he completely complied with the order? No, not really, I still get those annoying hangups from time to time, but it's so much better than it was so I can't complain.
So that's a little background on me. I'm just here to tell some stories on my journey in life. I plan on sharing those moments when I have come across something or someone (wink wink) amazing and I'll even share those moments of poor decision making that we all love to make from time to time. Life can be so amazing yet so crazy...I hope you have fun reading :)
So here's the question...why am I all of the sudden blogging? Well the answer is this...morning after morning, I come into work with the most amazing stories to tell my co-workers. Most of them sit there in disbelief, some maybe in disgust, and others wanting to live vicariously through me hanging on my every last word and demanding my daily updates as to what has happened in the last 15 hours since I have seen them. You see, I'm a 30 something single mom on the go, trying to enjoy life to the fullest. Trying to find some satisfaction in life whether that be sexually or mentally or more than likely a little of both.
I've been single a year now, and I'm just getting my feet wet getting back in the dating world after being on hiatus for nearly 6 years. Six loooong years, in a relationship where at one point I really thought he was the one. This was it...I could clearly see the path that I was on, and I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Somewhere around year 4 things started going down hill. Suddenly I was caught up in a relationship where I was no longer trusted, I was no longer happy and the light at the end of the tunnel was long gone. Sex was no longer fulfilling but more like a chore and even then it was hard to fake it long enough to try to get my panties wet. Year 5 was the ultimatum. I sat him down and said I was falling out of love. I no longer missed him when he was gone and I'd watch the clock when he was home. I told him if things weren't gonna change and if both of us were no longer going to put forth the effort to try to get back to where we once were, then he needed to just let me go and let us each seek out what we were missing.
Well, I'm sure you know the rest of that story...things didn't change, in fact they got worse and I ended things as pain free as I could. He did not take it well at all and that's when his panic set in. After 6 months of call after call, drive by after drive by, email after email, text after text, flower after flower...and changing my numbers and emails...I took matters into my own hands, and the judge granted my request for a restraining order. For one full year, I get to feel safe and free from the harassment. That was in October of 2009 so luckily for me...I still have a few more months. Has he completely complied with the order? No, not really, I still get those annoying hangups from time to time, but it's so much better than it was so I can't complain.
So that's a little background on me. I'm just here to tell some stories on my journey in life. I plan on sharing those moments when I have come across something or someone (wink wink) amazing and I'll even share those moments of poor decision making that we all love to make from time to time. Life can be so amazing yet so crazy...I hope you have fun reading :)
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