I personally believe if you do not use it you lose it – I am not saying sexual desire or performance is diminished by the lack of options but certainly the prospect of the work that goes into having it can become a factor. A week without sex can turn into three and then months and I often explain that the fact I have sex often is a contributing factor to my want of it; because I am always using it (having it) I am always up for more.
A healthy sexuality is important, sex is on my top ten list but not on my top five; clean water, clean air, food that will not kill me are priorities. Sex however is important enough that it plays a big part in an intimate relationship so managing two sexual relationships does take some work.
PC and I went south for our second anniversary. I once again had great intention of dressing up in something playful. I had packed, heels, stockings, garter belt and corset along with the other option of something a bit more tame. We had a great time being out together and made our way to a famous Bourbon Whiskey bar; it only took me one glass of a nice vintage to ask him to take me back to our hotel room where I would give him the option of what I put on. The heels and everything stayed packed instead he chose to roll around naked on the massive bed.
Our room was on the 18th floor and I was awfully tempted to have him fuck me up against the massive window overlooking the downtown streets but instead I let him have his way with something far more tender and less kinky; I do not so much mind being made love too but the window did seem a good waste of opportunity.
I left all the lights on so he would not miss seeing a thing.
I took his cock in my hands and in my mouth and made no excuse taking my time with it. I love the moaning and grunting sounds he makes. I enjoy it very much when he talks to me as I do because it just encourages me more. And for a girl that has an easy gag reflex every time I get to worship his above average cock I get a bit better at taking it all in my mouth.
I slide my way above him and watched his face as I lowered myself down on him, he looked very content and as I always do I smiled back. We took turns on top, not saying much to each other but instead I let my hips match each thrust of his. He held my hands in his and I kept my lips on his as to not bother the neighbours with my less than silent orgasms.
I left him sleeping in a giant wet spot on his side of the bed. At some point in the night it must have gotten cold, the wet spot not temperature, because I woke up yet again to his long limbs wrapped around me – I am doing better with the snuggling stuff but it does require I work at it.
Some weeks had passed when PC came over to talk – the relationship stuff I am not good with – and try as I might logic has no place with the emotional stuff. I do not fault him for having feelings, he is far more ‘in touch’ with his than I am with mine but clearly there are several different kinds of sex we have:
I do not like to argue, I do not like conflict in my life – so make up sex is rare but I find make up sex can be the way two people come to resolution where no one really has the last word but instead sexual release being the last word to end conflict by both partners.
After a near death experience there is the ‘I am alive’ sex – this sex I understand completely, it can often lack any emotional attachment or be with a perfect stranger because what do the living do the dead cannot? They fuck.
Making ‘love’ as people like to call it – not something I am into really, it borders on the creepy for me, having someone look at me so intently with love as I get off. A smile of pleasure can feel out of place and so does any sort of conversation, I mean what does one say when they are being made love too?
After a talk about feelings and the like, the sex is more like affirmation of one’s roll and place in someone’s life. After PC was done talking I simply took his hand in mine, brought him to my bed and carefully undressed him. When it comes to feelings I never know what to do because I certainly want them to feel better but I sometimes believe I can do that without uttering a word. Do they want me to just hug them, when my hugs are sportsman like: arms around shoulders with a pat on the back. Are they done talking or do they have more to say?
He took my leg and rested it on his shoulder as he kissed his way down between my legs. I was grateful his mouth was full of wet cotton underpants and the talking was over. His finger slipped under the material and I placed both my hands on either side of his head forcing him down harder against my body. In no time he undressed me and as he knelt there on the bed I took another opportunity to have him in my mouth. He teased me a while before entering me – I love it when guys rest their hardon over my clit and just play around with it.
I came a few times on my back before he had me on my side, all of which was nice as he nibbled on my shoulders and his hands touched my back and then held firmly on to my hip. I had not said a word, I didn’t need too, I was clearly receiving an apology of some sort. I turned myself over on to my stomach and encouraged him to a bit more vigorous with his apology till he left my thighs wet.
Yeah, this emotional fucking is going to take some getting used too.