We Agree – Just Come Do Me

Doesn’t have to be complicated,
Does it? Maybe we should just do it?
Don’t you ever want it angry, hard?
Banging and coming, rampaging.

Come here then, knock on my door
Put your hand around it, beg for it.
Show me your breasts, to say yes,
I’ll do you like you wanted, promise.

How to fuck girls: advice I’d have given a younger brother had I ever had one.

  1. The longer you wait to even kiss her, the more likely she’ll let you do anything.
  2. When you don’t know what to be, don’t be what you think she wants you to be, just be honest.
  3. Forget and ignore any sex scene you’ve seen or see in any movie . All fake, and not how you fuck.
  4. You must be able to last fifteen – twenty minutes, see me for training curriculum if necessary.
  5. If you want to be her best shopping friend, fuck her sensuously and passionately.
  6. If You want to make her come, fuck her hard and relentlessly.
  7. it’s communication and giving. You can kiss her cheek honestly or fail, drill her pussy like a masturbation accessory. You fake it – you lose.
  8. If she can’t come – it’s you, not her. Work it out, figure it out, or kiss her goodbye. fuck her like it’s life or death, because it is.
  9. Don’t talk about it. No, not even your best friends or fraternity buds. You reduce you and her if you do. If it’s worth mentioning, let her do so. Yes, you’ll compound your options by keeping exploits to yourself, but much more importantly, you’ll not be a stupid dick. understand?
  10. For the first round, money wins no matter how you fuck, so focus on that until you’re married. Period.

 

 

Weekend of my life part 7: Friendship, big tits, sex, tiny cocks and relocation.

Wait – the story started here with…

Part one: One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

and then it continued on to …

Part Two: Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush,

and …

Part Three: Anal and More Anal

and …

Part Four: Weekend in the life: Sheryl comes and goes, stage is set

and …

Part Five: Weekend in the life: There is Calm Before the Debauchery.

and

Part Six: A Weekend in the Life Part 6: But First a fight

and then here to …

 

I had a few hours to kill and couldn’t go back to my apartment, so I went to the 90 where I chatted with the bartender who supposedly dated Robert Downey Jr while he was filming Less Than Zero. I was a beer and two tequila shots more drunk an hour later  by the time I returned to my apartment complex. Still no word from campus housing, so I wondered the complex – and found a door open on the second floor – there were two girls inside – drinking and hanging out. Gerty and Megan would remain sporadic acquaintances for the remainder of the year.

Gerty and Megan were very friendly – they greeted my drunken introduction (intrusion) with forgiveness. Their kindness and enthusiasm made up for any lack of attractiveness. Gerty was fairly heavy set with enormous breasts and Megan was short, just a little bit overweight with small breasts. The first thing I said after saying hello and telling the girls I lived in the same complex one floor above them, was “we should all three go make out in one of your beds.”

“We have to use Megan’s, mine has laundry on it,” Gerty said.

I guess the suggestion was too bold for them not to call my bluff. We’d barely been in the bed five minutes – only enough time for me to get tongues going with Megan and feel both Gerty’s huge tits, when another guy showed up and the girls jumped out of bed.

I’m sure it was obvious that the three of us were up to something naughty, but the situation wasn’t clear enough for Gerty’s boyfriend to drop the politeness of introductions. I shook the boyfriend’s hand and exchanged pleasantries for a minute or two before getting the hell out of there. I was horny as fuck.

I checked down at the office and they had found three student housing possibilities. I went by Natalia who wanted to come look at the apartments with me and crept into my room to tell my roommate, who’d returned from his girlfriend’s, what was happening. On my way out I noticed my voice operated Walkman/tape I’d set on nightstand. I bought it to record class lectures but only used it to record my sleep talking. I remembered I’d turned on the VOR before Sheryl came up – realized It probably recorded our sex that morning. I grabbed the tape recorder and joined Natalia waiting outside.

The first two rooms were definite no-goes, and the third was a large, one bedroom with only one occupant. -The student living there was gone and Natalia and I hung out for a while and inspected the place. Natalia looked in every drawer and cupboard until she found some preparation-H in the bathroom.

“So, what happened,” Natalia asked, “I mean I knew there was tension between you all, but…”

“What was it you had to tell me – you said I was going to die when I heard?” I asked.

Natalia made me swear not to say anything, then told me that my roommate Branton, the one who’d attacked me, slept with her roommate Jenny the night before after the four had dinner.

“Jenny said he had a tiny penis,” Natalia said.

“What, Branton had sex with Jenny and she said he had a small dick?” I asked.

“Like, tiny, that’s what she said,” Natalia replied.

I didn’t respect Jenni much for sharing such personal information, but given it was Branton – given the circumstance, it was enjoyable to hear – the information explained Branton’s cockiness and over-aggression.

“And, I’m so bad telling this, he lasted like a minute she said.”

“Well, I woke him up this morning having sex with Sheryl, no wonder it bothered him so much.”

“Did you two make that much noise?”

I told Natalia I actually had it recorded on tape.

“No way, you didn’t?”

“I had to.”

“How loud were you, let’s hear, or actually, do I even want to hear this?” Natalia asked.

“You probably don’t, I’m going to erase it.”

“Okay, now I’m curious, play it let’s hear.”

“I should just erase it, it’s bad I recorded,” I said.

“Oh come on, now you’ve dangled the carrot – just play it and then erase it.”

“Give me a kiss and I’ll let you hear,” I said.

“Duncan…you’re drunk. We’re friends, we can’t be doing that.”

“Jeff (my roommate) said you let him massage your tits.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe he told you that. We were drunk and was giving me a massage – he had his hand on them – over my shirt – for like five seconds before I told him to keep his hands on my shoulders.”

“So you’re more comfortable with him?”

“I didn’t say that,” Natalia said. “I’m not into being another name on your list – I’ve got some self respect.”

“My list? What list?”

“Please, it’s me you’re talking to”

“No.”

“You going to play me the tape or shall we go?”

I played Natalia the tape. She listened silently while responding with facial expressions – mouth open, eyes open, hand over mouth, lots of laughter, etc.

“What in the fuck were you doing to her?”

“Nothing, I mean, normal stuff – she’s really vocal.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this was this morning.”

I stopped the playback.

“Damn, how long does it go?” Natalia asked?

“That was about half of it. I’m such an ass for talking her into coming.”

“Sounds like she’s getting her money’s worth.”

“She’s got a boyfriend.”

“She knew what she was doing.”

“You think?”

“Obviously, she knew you were drunk. She didn’t have to come.”

“Hmm.”

“Trust me, she knew what she was doing. Not that you weren’t stupid for inviting her out when you didn’t want her to be here, but..”

“Yea, I know It was stupid, “ I said.

“But.. obviously she knew what was up – and got what she came for.”

“You think?”

“Jesus, really? From what it sounds like she had more orgasms than I’ve had all semester.” Natalia said. “No wonder Branton was pissed – I can only imagine him waking up hearing that. I seriously heard nothing last night – had no idea he and Jenny hooked up until she told me this morning.”

“Did she come?”

“I didn’t ask. I assume that her telling me he was tiny and lasted a minute meant she didn’t, but ..”

“Wow, who’d have thought. You think she’s telling the truth?”

“Why would she lie?”

“I don’t know, if he blew her off?”

“Let’s hear the the rest of this tape,” Natalia asked.

“Why?”

“No reason, you don’t wish to share, that’s fine.”

“Do you want to hear the rest or not?”

“I just said let’s hear it, Jesus.”

So I played her the rest of the tape.

“Oh, you’re enormous she says. Jesus, could this girl stroke your ego any more?”

“Could you spare me the commentary?”

“No, I can’t. What, you’re really going to do her ass now?” Natalia went on.

“Heard enough?”

“No, this is interesting, let it go.”

I was horny and Natalia had teased me like this dozens of times that semester.

“Kiss me, or show me your tits, and I’ll let you hear the rest. Only fair.” I said.

“You’re drunk, you’re going to be really embarrassed tomorrow when I remind you that you said this, we can go – you should take this place, it’s the best one. ”

“You know I loves you though, Mr. ‘humongous’ friend. – you’re never going to live that one down. Lots of insights today,” Natalia laughed.

“Shut up,” I said.

“You know you love it.”

“Not.

Once again Natalia managed to feed her horny feelings and deny me. Her tight jeans, large, interrupting tits, cute Italian face and sexual banter gave way to nothing.

We left apartment option three – I went back to the office to tell them I’d take it and Natalia went back to her place to call and wish her dad happy birthday. When I returned to my new apartment, the roommate had still  not returned. I inferred that he was gone for the weekend. I was buzzed and horny – on a mission – and drunk dialed  my new friends Gerty and Megan – I have no two day rule: barely have an hour rule. Gerty’s boyfriend was still there – he lived there – but Megan agreed to come see my new place.

Megan seemed excited to be there and I was excited to have a new fan.

I told Megan about my day – and about how it was too bad her and her roommate and I were interrupted earlier. She told me that her roommate isn’t that into her boyfriend but it was his apartment – otherwise she’d have to live way off campus.

“I have something to tell you too,” She said. “Or, show you.”

Megan took off her shoes and socks – and showed me her webbed feet.

I can’t say I was turned on by the web feet – but I was fascinated and a little turned on by how attracted to me Megan seemed. We could have done anything. We kissed and felt each other out. I pulled her shirt and bra up – kissed her little nipples. I pulled her tight jeans down and she was wearing light blue cotton panties. We kissed and made out for a while, then I knelt up and rubbed her clit and fingered her until she came. We talked about her web feet… we talked about her dreams of becoming an agent for costume designers, then she left. I didn’t go with her – was semi-hard and horny from the encounter. We’d hookup again.

I called Natalia and asked her to come back over to my new apartment and help me settle in. When she arrived, after we drank a white Russian with shared a clove cigarette, I told her about Gerty and Megan. She was very amused by the web feet – said of the day, I’d have to write about it some day.

“I really wanted to see Gerty’s tits – but her boyfriend came home.”

“Of course you did. Were her tits better or bigger than mine?” Natalia asked.

This was Natalia being a tease again. What the hell.

“You’re hotter but her tits are bigger and less impossible to touch or see.”

“You saw them?”  Natalie asked.

“No, but I might ave had her boyfriend not come home.”

“Why do you talk about sex and tease me to death, if you just want to be friends?” I asked.

“ I don’t tease you,” Natalia said before thinking it over, “do I?”

“You’ve got to be joking, you tease the hell out of me.”

“Really? I’m sorry, we’re buds – thought it was okay to talk about stuff, I’m sorry.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know you do.”

“Do I?”

“You let Jeff touch your tits”

“You let Aqua-girl touch your dick.”

“Barely.”

“Well, I barely let Jeff.”

“Okay, this is stupid, never-mind.”

“Alright, here, feel my tits so we can get over the Jeff thing,” Natalia said as she pressed her tits out in front of me.

I didn’t hesitate for discussion, and put a hand on each. They were were real, and firm and big. I searched with my fingers for nipple but her bra was too heavy duty or her nipples too small or quiet. I was aggressive – talking as much advantage as I could  before she stopped me. Natalia looked up at me with her deep brown eyes, into my eyes, and didn’t stop me. So I didn’t stop.

I felt her tits – with no kisses, while she looked right into me. Despite her industrial monster bra, her nipples responded, I could faintly feel them.

“I have to see,” I said as I pulled her shirt up. Her bra was too tight to pull it up, so I  pulled a cup down over her right nipple, quickly before she could think about it and stop me. I was awestruck.

Natalia’s bra had been hiding a ton of everything. What emerged as I pulled down, was a large thimble of a nipple, a deep, charcoal red aureola about two inches wide – shaded with little goosebumps. Without question the biggest, hardest, nipple and most distinctive breast I’d ever seen.

“Happy now, that’s more than Jeff got to see.”

“It’s amazing.”

“Lol, It’s a boob.”

“It’s an amazing boob.”

I stared at it and she humored me – held her bra down for a minute while I looked.

“Please don’t tell Jeff about this, then he’ll be asking to see my boob.”

“I won’t.”

“So, now I get to see your ‘humongous’ dick,” Natalie said as she made quotes with her hands. “I’m kidding.”

I unbuttoned my jeans, as Natalia covered her eyes with her hand.

“Oh my god, I was teasing, you’re not…”

I took it out over my boxers. I wasn’t hard but turned on so my cock was as large as it gets flaccid.

“Well that’s gonna be hard to un-see.”

“Ditto.”

“Oh, want to know another secret regarding my roommate Jenny?”

“Besides how small she thinks my ex-housemates cock is?”

“She’s got a total crush on you, like huge – She’d be all over it.”

“Yea, no thanks,  she might go tell everyone about my small dick.”

“She’d be lying.”

“She may be lying.”

“Maybe, but I don’t think so.”

Damn it. Was Natalia gay, or made of ice or just not attracted to me? We left my place to hers; I had to get stuff from my old room and had to do something about my state of hornyness. Perhaps if Natalia had been as drunk, something more would’ve happened? I couldn’t get over her willpower – or disinterest.

I was avoiding going into my old apartment to get my stuff – so put it off next door in Natalia’s – drinking the wine her roommate and big-sis were opening. Natalia wasn’t the conventional or sorority type, but her roommate Jenny was all about it – a devoted Theta pledge, maybe the only non-blond of the lot, but just as good looking.

Natalia – whether a martian, lesbian, or totally disinterested in me, worked it for me getting with Jenny. I wanted Natalia, but Jenny would be a consolation better than most first places.  Jenny was about five foot eight, skin and bones but her breasts were as large as Natalia’s and her ass was present – tight like a tennis player’s. Jenny had a dark tan – likely fake – long gorgeous legs, and long brown hair to match her clean, innocent-wanting to be naughty-innocent brown eyes. She had everything except for Natalia’s personality.

“Full disclosure, Duncan saw my boobs and I saw his cock.”

“What?” Jenny said.

“What?” I thought.

“Just want to get that out there so it ain’t weird, carry on.” Natalia said.

“You’re drunk. ?” Jenny said.

“Probably sort of drunk, yes.”

“Okay, well, I hope that was enlightening for you both,” Jenny said.

“Nah, not really.” Natalie said.

“You are drunk,” Jenny answered.

Jenny’s big sis chimed in and said, “Ouch! well, alcoholic can cause shrinkage, right?”

“I told him about Branton Jenny, I’m sorry,” Natalia said “I thought Duncan needed to know since Branton tried to throw him through a wall. “

“Please Duncan, don’t say anything. I can’t believe he attacked you – so uncool.”

“Yea, very uncool. Apparently he’s got issues, whatever, I’m out of there. Funny, thought, tough guy’s not so big?”

“Tiny, not small like a small dick but tiny like a life saver roll. But, I shouldn’t have said anything so this is between us here.”

“So are you two going to be an item now, or?”

Branton was an SAE – so it would make sense for him and a Theta to date.

“We won’t be dating, no, enough said.” Jenny said.

I doubt Branton would date her either – whatever his dick size, so the score was even.

Jenny’s big sister left soon after – and I hooked up with her a couple weeks later – another story. Natalia, Jenny and I had a couple Jello shots they had left over from whatever party, and soon after Natalia went to the bathroom – and never came back.

 

We just started kissing – Jenny and I – no reason or expectation, she was next to me and the next minute we were kissing.

“I’m drunk,” I said.

“I know you are.”

“I’ve had a crazy day.”

“I can tell.”

I felt Jenny’s ass and could feel the lines of her panties underneath her thin shorts. They were sophisticated and sexy – low rise panties that didn’t cover her full ass crack, silky, tight against her hips. Everything on Jenny was expensive and stylish, her body was nearly perfect, but her breasts were great and had nothing on Natalia’s.

 

Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush, part 2 of 4

Wait – the story started here with…

Part one: One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

and then here to …

Part Two:

“My roommates are sleeping – they are total dicks – we should do this later.”

Sheryl ignored me. She stared into my eyes, expanded her strokes up and down my cock and sucked on my bottom lip. She caught it with a lick as I pulled back to continue whispering my case.

“Why don’t we..”

I forgot what I was going to say – Sheryl interrupted my train of – grabbed my hand and guided it up under her skirt and pressed it against her. Her panties were wet. No, drenched. I pulled her skirt up to look.

She was wearing sheer black panties with some kind of lace pattern – her full blond bush was clearly visible – natural. My fingers slipped around the panties – right into her – it was a bath in there. Her wetness was already all over her lips – the top of her thighs – almost to her ass until I dipped two fingers and painted wet the rest of the way. Wet enough to smoothly pop the tip of my middle finger in back there. Sheryl moaned and “oh-my-godded” – already too loudly.

I was too turned on this point – too much to remember my efforts to keep us quiet. Sheryl scooted her skirt down – removed her sandals – bra – blouse – and slinky wet panties.

“I’ve missed you,” she said as she worked my the fly of my boxers off. She gave me a light kiss with a delicate tip of tongue, and stepped back to my bed. She led me by my dick and arm as she sat back. In one continuous-ish motion, she laid back at the edge, lifted her legs apart, her knees up towards the ceiling, and reeled me in to the spot – slid right into her.

As soon as most of me was in her, I knew there’d be commotion of consequence. I tried to shush and tell her to be quiet. Maybe ten full thrusts and she started coming and announced it.

I gave up trying – let her be her – and fucked her like mad – we fucked hard – and she kept loud and got louder with each of several orgasms – until it happened.

“Oh god, Mike…”

What the fuck. My name’s not Mike.

“What the fuck, ‘Mike’?” I said as I pulled out and stood up – throbbing in pain – stopped dead on the verge of coming brains.

My roommates were up – I could hear one go into our shared bathroom in the hallway. Sheryl tried to correct the name – but it was too late.

She felt horrible and wanted to explain. She’d been seeing a guy – was getting serious with. He wouldn’t know about her trip to see me.

“I really like him but I’m sort of infatuated with you. I wasn’t thinking like it was him  – I think I’m just feeling guilty about this – so he was on my mind that way – just came out – I’m sorry.”
Gets crazier  –

And now you may read on to…

Part Three: Anal and More Anal

Isn’t this an erotica blog – what’s with the love poems, where’s the sex? Here it is.

Sex isn’t sexy if there’s just sex and not some other parts of life – perhaps tamer parts for the explicit to interrupt.

Most of my explicit content and erotic stories I save for publishing in the volumes of The Sinner Saint Diary books. I have decided to share some stories on the blog as well – mainly smaller, one offs that don’t really fit into any of the stories chosen for publishing.

Content warning: if you read this blog just for the “philosophical” content and have aversions to sexually explicit stories, click here to read Nineteen Things I’ve Learned About It..

One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

After a Friday night of partying at a friends fraternity I woke up early to a phone call – it pierced like a shotgun blast through into a near death hangover.

“Hi, Duncan?”

“Yes?”

“I’m hear downstairs – can you buzz me in?”

Fuck! Apparently I’d talked Sheryl into flying out – from Arizona to California. Thanks to the alcohol and half dozen lines, I had no memory of talking her into flying out for the weekend. Knowing myself, it wasn’t hard to guess what was happening.

“Hold on.”

Luckily my roommate had spent the night at his girlfriend’s – as usual. I tried to keep quiet for the two sleeping in the apartment’s other bedroom.

As soon as Sheryl got to my room she started in – removed my robe – kissed and grabbed. This was good – I didn’t have to pretend to remembered inviting her and act happy to see her.

It was around 9am – very early by college “apartment-dorm” standards on a Saturday. This was a problem – Sheryl was wanting to fuck. Fucking wasn’t the problem – the fact that she was the loudest girl i had ever been with was.

I met Sheryl at a summer job while home for the summer. She was a thin, tall, bleach blond sorority girl – dressed expensively and groomed meticulously – tried hard to be materialistic and Greek-cliche, but underneath she was shy, kind and really working hard to fit in with a shallower, more self assured crowd.

Sheryl was wearing a dressy skirt and blouse – can’t remember ever seeing her in anything other than a skirt. Her panties were always slinky and sexy – not sure if that was for seeing me or everyday. She had long legs and small perky tits with pronounced nipples longer than pencil erasers. Sheryl was skin-and-bones thin so the small breasts and assertive nipples harmonize beautifully and sufficiently with the rest of her. Her hair was the best – perfectly healthy and straight – long to the middle of her back. She was a natural blond – and by the fullness of her bush – proud of it.

So, Sheryl had gotten on a plane, flown to LAX (Los Angeles airport), taken a Super Shorty five minutes to my place and was dressed to the nines with full makeup – all by 9am… if that wasn’t reason enough to cooperate, her hand reaching down my shorts and fondling my dick was. Or, the hangover hornyness was. Do you get that? Do girls get hungover horny?

For a guy, hungover hornyness is when you wake up semi-hard, still a little drunk from the night before, feeling too brain dead to think, but ready to do anything pleasurable – to ride out the buzz residue and stave off the fully lucid and painful waves of recovery. Hungover sex – better than bacon.

Anyway, I’d only slept with Sheryl a couple times. Once in a hotel and once in my parents/family house while nobody was home. The time in the hotel I stopped much sooner than I would have – was sure there would be complaints if we continued. Very orgasmic girl – she’d come right away and keep coming – and keep vocalizing and moaning loud. It would have been unacceptable if it hadn’t been natural and sincere – if not for Sheryl being shy, appropriate and so prudent otherwise.

And now you may read on to…

Part Two: Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush,

Exploring Our Orgasms – Let’s Have Some Private Talk About Coming

While we might give the male orgasm higher priority, there’s much more discussion about the nature of the female orgasms – more effort put forth to know the complexities and forms a woman’s orgasm can take. Are we mislead by how easy it is for a man to reach orgasm, or the obviousness of ejaculation, and closing the discussion too early? With women, is it possible we do the opposite – analyze the female orgasm to where we feel like we’d need a PHD to approach one?

The plan is to reverse the perspective a bit and hopefully improve our relationship with each others orgasming. Mostly, this is a reason to talk about our orgasms – which obviously, is fun.

I’ve come up with the following ten questions about orgasms. I’ve shared my own answers and invite everyone to share your own answers using the form I’ve included at the end of the post. You’re answers will be shared anonymously on this post. If you do not wish to be anonymous, feel free share your answers in a comment.

I totally understand that some may be here to read and not contribute – It’s my damn blog – my cross to bear after all. For those interested in sharing, please don’t be shy – your answers will absolutely make this discussion more interesting. Thank you. (see why I’m not in sales?)

These questions are ones that I thought might bring out some less common, and in some cases more private,  views of orgasm. As a secondary aim, I hope some questions will show the female orgasm as more accessible and approachable – and show some complexities about the male orgasm.

Q1. As an adult, what was the most unlikely orgasm you’ve had?
This might be a time when you had an orgasm doing something that you or others wouldn’t expect would cause you to orgasm, or it could be a situation that turned you on so much that you had an autonomous orgasms with little or no real stimulation. There must have been some romantic or sexual aspect – so just climbing a rope  and having an orgasm doesn’t count. If you’ve got a couple times that are both as unlikely, feel free to include them both.

My answer: I had an orgasm at work one time after my cube mate teased me to death one day. (story to be published). In college I got an erection while posing nude for a graduate student. She tried to break the tension by joking, “you’re not going to come are you because I need a heads up to get the right color ready.” I told her no, I wasn’t going to come as long as nothing touched it. The conversation lead to her conducting an experiment – she stroked her fingers two or three times – barely making contact – and I shot all over her studio floor. Good thing her husband wasn’t around.

Q2. What is the most unique, and possibly more secret, way you have made yourself orgasm?
This could be something you did once or twice in the past, or something that still do now and then to make yourself come. This could be something very subtle or something very crazy – something that would occur to people that you did – or something they’d never think you’d admit to.

My answer: probably what I’ve been doing lately when I’ve got time to do it – which is hands free masturbation. I just lay there and think myself into orgasm – it takes a while to happen – but the orgasms are ridiculously strong.

Q3. Including any lover you’ve had, what is the most interesting, crazy or unlikely thing that brought about your lovers orgasm when you did it? or they did it?
This might a phrase that you said, or something you did you their body – or your own.

My answer: One girlfriend, who was straight other wise, would come as soon as I commanded her to tell me that she wants to lick her best friends pussy. Lisa, my horny Asian ex who I met at a sushi restaurant (she was my server) – liked to watch me jack off and would orgasm when she saw me start to spurt.

Q4. Are you always silent when you are alone and orgasm while masturbating? If not, be totally honest and tell us what sound you make when having your orgasm?

My answer: Usually silent, but on occasion moan out when I’m particularly turned on and having super powerful orgasm.

Q5. When is the most interesting or crazy time you had an orgasm while with another person or in public but nobody but you knew about it?

My answer: This is a hard one to answer. There’s been many times around people that didn’t know about it, but always one that did. Okay, here’s one time. During high school I was on a family ski vacation in Sun Valley Idaho and we all went on a sleigh ride. There were a whole group of us on the ride – and we all were completely covered in blankets. It was very dark and quiet. My dad’s cousins wife was sitting next to me – she was was probably at least 15 years older than me – and she was hot. We were packed in tight so everyone’s arms were pretty much in their neighbors lap or on their leg.  So this  “aunt,” or “second removed cousin’s wife” had her arm resting on my leg and at some point her hand was close enough to my junk to be making some form of contact. She wasn’t grabbing or stroking, but against it, and I came my balls off in the sled surrounded by friends and family.

Q7. If you were alone masturbating and on the verge or orgasm, and someone walked in on you, would you let your orgasm happen, or try to clamp it off? Part b. Has this happened? If so, what did you do?
(Let’s assume it is someone that fits with your sexual preference – so if you like girls it is a girl that walks in, etc.)

My answer: For sure! Would likely make it much better. Parts b. I don’t remember having anyone walk in unexpectedly at the moment or orgasm, but had people present for it – and have been watched by someone who didn’t know I knew they were watching.

Q9. Don’t hold back, what is the most outrageous thing you’ve done or said while at the mercy of an orgasm?
We all have those times, or that one time, when in the minds of an exceptionally powerful orgasm we’ve let ourselves go and done something super crazy or nasty – relative to what we’d normally do at least? Perhaps something just slipped out involuntarily.

My answer: nothing much that I wasn’t already doing before starting to orgasm. Probably just moaning louder than I should have because people were in range to hear.

Q10. What have you been doing lately to achieve better orgasms?

My answer: interacting with readers and hands free masturbation as already mentioned.


I’ve told my secrets, now it is your turn. All answers will be shared anonymously. Thank you. (oh, and questions seven & eight have gone missing – has anyone seen them?)

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Anonymous Reader Answers


Anonymous Reader 1:

While on a long road trip, my ex & I pulled off to the side of the highway for a short nap. I dozed off in the passenger seat while he slept. I had an erotic dream (don’t remember the details) & woke up coming hard. He had no idea.

Question 2 Pressed up against the jets in a Jacuzzi- yum :). Haven’t had the opportunity in quite a while now, but it feels amazing.
Question 3 Most things that lead to their orgasms are pretty understandable & expected… but would have to say an old lover in this case. When we were pressed for time, we’d quickly masturbate together… he could go all day, until I said I was coming… he would come that very instant with me.
Question 4 On my own I’m quiet if I need to be, otherwise there is definitely some gasping & moaning… sometimes an ‘oh God!’ or two…
Question 5 I was recently fingered outside in a parking lot of a bar… squirted. Twice. I don’t think anyone saw, but I couldn’t help from making a little noise.
Question 6 I’d probably go for it… though the rhythm would likely be interrupted if I was startled.
Question 7 Well there’s the yelling of ‘fuck me!’ Which can be unexpected if I haven’t said it yet, and I just burst out with it before I come.
Question 8 Having way-the-fuck-better sex, and being open about what I want/need. Using a dildo instead of a vibrator.
Question 9 Alright… one of us got our numbers fucked up here…
Question 10 Lol. I think you deleted the naughtiest questions 😉
Your own thoughts on the topic ‘Thoughts’ babe… well I’m pleased to have some better answers now

Anonymous Reader 2:

Question 2 I really like rubbing up against things, even if I’m using toys I like to rub against something.
Question 3 One partner would come when I would tighten up while they were inside me, another one loved dirty talk and me telling them to come in my mouth because they weren’t allowed to do that with previous partners.
Question 4 When allowed, I’m always loud. Less so when I’m by myself, but if I can’t be loud I grit my teeth and I’d prefer not to do that.
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Question 9 Mostly just an extreme amount of dirty talk. I can bite really hard too, claw down backs and grit my teeth if I can’t talk/groan.
Question 10 Trying to hold off on doing it *quite* so much. I’m a 3-4 times a day kind of gal, typically out of boredom but I’ve been forcing myself to wait lately and it’s been way better.

 

Anonymous Reader 3:

[The Sinner Saint Diary] Exploring Our Orgasms – Let’s Have Some Private Talk About Coming
I have two, both piercing related. About a year ago, a day or two after I got my vertical clitoral hood piercing, the piercing was still fresh and super sensitive, so when I was driving on a bumpy road, my piercing vibrated against my clit and I reached orgasm unexpectedly. A few months ago, I got a triangle piercing (piercing behind/beneath the clit), and I had to refrain from sex and I masturbation for a bit during the initial healing phase. I was a few weeks into not touching myself or fucking, and I had an orgasm dream. Not a sex dream, but a dream with no sex at all, just straight to orgasm. https://theboysiencounter.wordpress.com/2016/10/24/orgasm-dream/


Question 2 Lately, I have really been into the idea of fisting. Because my regular wasn’t quite into the idea of fisting, I have been attempting (I have yet to succeed) to fist myself and it has resulted in quick yet strong orgasms.
Question 3 There was a guy I never met in person, we just sexted a whole bunch. Well, one night, instead of sexting or skyping, he requested to call me, but not to talk, to just hear me breathing while I touched myself. He was already aware that I don’t moan/scream when I cum, he just wanted to hear the progression of my breathing. So when he called, I touched myself and he listened to me breath and he came. He claims he wasn’t touching himself, he just got off hearing my breathing get heavier as I orgasmed.
Question 4 Generally speaking, I am silent aside from my breathing getting heavier. However, there have been a few occasions I have let out slight sighs of relief if the orgasm was really strong.
Question 5 There have been quite a few instances, but the first was when I was in my early teens and I had several friends over for a slumber party. We were all sprawled out in the living room, I was wrapped in a blanket on the loveseat by myself. We were watching a movie, I can’t remember what exactly, but there was a sex scene, not even a raunchy one or even any nudity, but it got me wet. So while we are all still watching the movie, I reached down and rubbed my clit to full orgasm. To my knowledge, no one knew. It was quite exciting doing it like that in front of people without their knowledge, with the idea that someone could catch me.
Question 6 What’s question 6? I don’t see it.
Question 7 It depends on who it was and what their vibe was walking in. Like I would probably jump up at first, realize who it is and assess the situation. If the person was attractive and seemed like they’d be into it, I would keep going. If they too jumped and were thrown off guard, I would probably cover up and not finish. It’s never happened, but I think it would be a turn on if it did and they were into watching me or wanted to join.
Question 8 No question 8?
Question 9 I’m not one to say anything too out of the ordinary while fucking.
Question 10 Tease and denial. Hands down, when done properly, the orgasms are way stronger because the amount of time building it up.
Your own thoughts on the topic Overall, everyone has their preferences. It’s all about exploring yourself and being open to trying new things, you may discover some interesting ways to please yourself. Enjoy it 😉

 


 

Anonymous Reader 4:

I got the Christina piercing (hood of vagina). Being exposed and in pain in front of strangers was incredibly arousing. Once I got to my car I barely touched myself through my jeans for a minute or two and came.


Question 2 I sat on my grandparents old dryer to keep it from being so loud (I was baby sitting my cousin and she had just fallen asleep). I noticed it felt good, it took me about a cycle and a half to climax.. that was my first orgasm.
Question 3 He was going down on me while I told him about the sexcapes I’d had earlier.. He was touching himself but not full on jacking off. We had to change the sheets before we went to bed, I guess you could say I cucked him.
Question 4 If it’s really good sometimes I let out a moan, it’s like I can’t contain it.
Question 5 Concert, beau at the time made me squirt. I screamed but I don’t think anyone realized what was going on.. had dry cum on my leg the rest of the day.
Question 6 Is this a trick? I don’t see a 6 or an 8
Question 7 Totally
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Question 9 One time I screamed “Jesus, Mary and Joseph CHRIST” (I’m not religious) Another – my guy and I were doing a full swap and I proclaimed that his wife was going to eat his cum out of me..
Question 10 Different types of stimulation. A week ago I tried: a vibrating plug and a jack rabbit at the same time—it was an out of body experience.
Your own thoughts on the topic 2015 Cosmopolitan study which found that only 57% of women usually reach orgasm with a partner, while their partners climax 95% of the time, hats off you to for bringing up a taboo subject.

 


Thank you Everybody

Most Arousing : Silent, Risky & Simple

When we think of where we might find an exquisitely arousing experience – deep sexual satisfaction, visions of three ways, all-night sex marathons , incredibly attractive and skillful lovers,  sexual acts that are particularly kinky or forbidden – or, other such visions of sexual interaction being more grande – stimulation more glutinous.

I still wait for something more spectacular, where I might experience a new level of orgasm, or a transcendent sexual experience – or just one that is as exciting and powerful as it was at first when sex was new; But, the moments of overwhelming arousal, when sexual interaction is deeply fulfilling, almost always come about in situations much less grand, and often too subtle and emotionally complex to imagine or look for: such moments a  remarkable synchronicity of simple elements.

I’ve had a few experiences of the spectacular variety, but there’s only so good physical interaction can feel – and only so good a standard orgasm can be, and while a lot of the spectacular experiences produce optimal orgasms and maxed out pleasureful sensations, actual reward is always about the same – and not all that  much more fulfilling than a good masturbation.

There are times when the limits are broken and sexual interaction is more than orgasm, when orgasms are more than orgasms even, but the ingredients needed to bake such experiences, seem less available in many of the more obvious scenarios. Perhaps  the strongest experiences require a degree or type of sensitivity unable to service the sexual amplitude of extreme or “earth shattering” sexual interaction.

For example, there was an evening I write about in the next SSD book about a condo that I lived in for about a year – that I shared with the owner who rented me the room and another female tenant. Some crazy things happened during those condo days, but one of the most arousing and memorable experiences, was otherwise pretty unspectacular.

One night, while the landlord was away attending  a work related conference, I hung out and drank with the other tenant – who had just become single too. The next night she got home late in the evening after hitting happy hour and dinner with friends after work . She talked  to me in the kitchen for a few minutes, then tells me she’d be back up in a bit – wanted to get out of her work clothes. She returned wearing a very plain white nightshirt – something you’d get at the gap or target even – not Victoria secrets. But, it was just see through enough -her panties and nipples not being shown, but showing  – and the discussion was just provocative enough – that one of those monumental experiences sprung up.

I can’t tell the story here – the point is, the building blocks of this encounter were very simple: a roommate, a basic, white cotton night shirt, by chance us both being there, newly single with landlord gone, and perhaps the spark – a bit of unexpected behavior in my housemate curiously choosing to wear such a normal yet immodest outfit.

That evening saw no three ways, spontaneous animalistic sex,  circus equipment or even handcuffs, yet I can’t remember many times I’ve been more aroused and satisfied. It makes me realize that sexual satisfaction isn’t about being gotten off – it’s about being turned on – it’s about feeling numb with desire and arousal – and the situations that create these feelings are unexpected and complicated, rarely spectacular, and something in us yearns for them.

I’ve had a few wild and grande sexual encounters  (by my square standards) – and they got me off hard – but none have made me so drunk with arousal, that I didn’t know the words I was speaking, or feel on the verge of risking all pride and consequence, trembling with desire, my heart pounding and heads throbbing, only needing an orgasm to stop the orgasming, when I could bare no more. The context surrounding such moments = so remarkable buy rarely spectacular.