Second Half of Ashley Interview – I ought to be charging admission to read this one, wow. Holy freaking wow.

Sinner: Thank you for coming back for more.

Ashley: Thank you for the good wine.

Sinner: Thanks for wearing a skirt.

Ashley: Thank you for lighting candles.

Sinner: Okay! I thought we’d start with this survey I posted on the blog about female masturbation. I’ll show you the page – basically, I listed my predictions and am going to compare them to the survey survey results. Some of the questions refer to husbands, so just give the answers you would given a few years ago while you were still with your husband.

Ashley: Okay.

(I’m going to read/show her the survey on the blog so I don’t’ have to include all the choices here – just going to put the questions with Ashley’s answers.)

Ashley: While Masturbating, I more often …: think about person/persons other than husband/significant other

Ashley: While masturbating I stimulate myself most with: equal amounts of clitoral and vaginal

Ashley: I have a colorful toy (red, pink, purple, etc): Yes

Ashley: When I masturbate I usually…: Give myself multiple orgasms

Ashley: The fantasies I think about while masturbating are more…: Dirty

Ashley: As I’m getting close to orgasm I most often think about…: Specific sex acts

Ashley: The things I think about while masturbating are usually…: Naughtier than what I do with husband/significant other

Ashley: The orgasms I have while masturbating are usually: Stronger than those I have with husband/significant other

Ashley: I masturbate…: More often than I have sex

Sinner: Yea, I was fairly accurate on most of my predictions, but getting killed on “the type of fantasies women have” and what “what they think about close to orgasm.” I wrongly predicted most would say they have abstract and romantic fantasies; so far, like you, the majority say they have dirty fantasies and think about specific, not abstract sex acts.

Ashley: You have no idea (ha ha).

Sinner: True, so tell me then – give me an example of something dirty you’ve thought about while masturbating… you don’t have to tell any specific fantasy – just curious if for you, a “dirty” fantasy means kissing without brushing your teeth, or “dirty” as in “dirty?”

Ashley: No, I’d have to say mine lean towards the “dirty, dirty” side of the spectrum.

Sinner: Now that’s very interesting. Like what, how dirty.

Ashley: Dirtier than I would do in reality, sometimes. Multiple men, stuff like that, it varies.

Sinner: Well, I have just a couple reader questions for you tonight, you ready for one?

Ashley: Sure.

Reader Submitted:After you separated from your husband, did you binge at all sexually while you were rebounding? I married my ex when I was twenty and when I divorced him nineteen years later, I went a bit off the rails.  Just curious if you experienced anything like that. For me, I think I had to prove to myself that I was sexually independent and free again.

Ashley: Good question. In general I have not rebounded in per se, not yet anyway. I should probably stop with that, but I will say that I did go way overboard on one occasion shortly after my husband moved out. It’s probably why I have not done much since. Things got so out of hand one night that I scared myself, as far as what I might do and so forth.

Sinner: Wow. You do understand that know you must tell us what happened, the world cannot continue, for any of us, until we know. I’ll hunger strike, my readers will picket… take your time, I’m going to get some more wine and what not.

Ashley: Oh gosh. Where to begin. Well, I had a friend who I met – our daughters played soccer together, and we became pretty good friends. My husband and I got together with her and her husband a few times, and when things got really bad with my husband, right before he moved out, I leaned on them quite a bit and even stayed with them a few nights after blowups with my husband.

A few weeks after my husband moved out, she convinced me to go out with her and her husband and “have some fun.” We drank way too much. They where living about an hour away at the time, and invited me to stay the night so I’d not have to worry about driving. We were having a good time and dancing, and when we got back to their house, things got really random. Basically, we ended up sleeping together.

Sinner: You fell asleep in their bed, or you mean you had sex with them.

Ashley: I didn’t’ fall asleep in their bed.

Sinner: Oh my god. Did you enjoy it? Have done it again since? So, did her husband fuck you, is that what happened.?

Ashley: I believe I enjoyed it at the time, the parts I remember, but felt embarrassed and regretted it as soon as I sobered up. I’ve spoken to her a few times but haven’t seen them in person since. Yes to the question about her husband.

Sinner: Good lord. So, he fucked you how, and where was she?

Ashley: I believe he was behind me for some of the time,  and she was right there.

Sinner: There, where? What was she doing?

Ashley: Oh gosh. I remember her being in front of me and me going down on her, I don’t remember how long exactly, but it seems like were all doing that for a good while, her in in front of me and him doing me from behind that is. It’s not something I’ve ever wanted to do, get with a woman like that, which tells you how drunk and out of my mind I was.

Sinner: Holy shit, what a story. Well, I think you should enjoy the memory and not feel bad about it, you didn’t do any harm. Was it like an all night love fest, or just sort of happened and then you all passed out? Did you get off on it? Did she go down on you?

Ashley: Not all night, but a few hours probably, I would have never done it had I not been so drunk, but like I said, I believe I enjoyed myself. You think your reader who asked the question was expecting that answer?

Sinner: Who would have expected such an awesome answer. I need a cold shower now, that was hot.

All you guys out there, remember Ashley’s story before leaving your wife or agreeing to a temporary separation, because this is the kind of thing that’s likely to happen if you give your wife a reprieve from the marital contract. I’m not sure I can think of a single woman who did not fuck around and get wild during a marital separation. If you do a trial separation, you might as well just get a divorce unless you can live with your partner having sex with others, because it will happen.

Sinner: So was her husband better than your ex? Hotter? Harder? Bigger? Better? Etc?

Ashley: First, I want to clarify one thing. When this happened, my marriage was over for good, and was never intended to be any kind of temporary separation. Yes to all the questions regarding my friend’s husband.

Sinner: Okay, my last question is a tough one, but I need your complete honesty. Bridging this discussion to the masturbation survey we were talking about, have you thought about fucking this guy – your friend’s husband, while masturbating since it happened?

Ashley: Yes.

Sinner: More than once?

Ashley: Yes.

Sinner: A handful of times?

Ashley: Yes.

Sinner: Great interview. Do you want to kiss or make out now?

Ashley: Yes.

Good night everybody.

 

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Survey to Check my Guesses as to the nature of Female Masturbation

Wouldn’t we all like to be in any girl’s mind while she masturbates and see what she’s actually imagining? And, what part of the vision does she hang on at the moments her orgasms come to fruition?

And, what about all the other aspects of a woman’s masturbatory process.

Here are my best guesses as to occurrence statistics on several measures relating to the masturbation process and preferences.

People they know vs. Strangers : 15% known people, 85% anonymous strangers

Specific sex acts vs. romantic, abstract scenes: 40% specific sex acts vs 60% abstract scenes

Dirty vs Romantic: 30% Dirty, 70% Romantic

Think about stuff naughtier than with husband: 40% naughtier – 50% not as naughty

Husband vs Some other man: 1% Husband vs 99% some other man

Multiple Orgasms vs Stopping after 1 orgasm: 35% multiple, 65% single

Vibrator/Clit Stimulation vs Dildo/Penetration: 70% clitoral, 30% vaginal/penetration

Bathroom vs Bedroom vs Elsewhere:  15% bathroom, 90% bedroom, 10% elsewhere

Watch porn vs read porn vs no porn: 15% watch porn, 25% read porn/erotica, 60% no porn

Flesh colored toy vs colorful: 10% flesh colored vs 90% purple, red, or other color


Female readers, please answer for yourself using the survey form below – and help us get some actual stats  so we can see just how full of shit the Sinner Saint is with his estimates.

name is optional** 100% anonymous ** – whether you choose to include your username or not, all responses are 100% anonymous and confidential. I will only use each response to calculate totals for each question and no other information will be compiled nor posted. If you wish to be anonymous where even I won’t know who you are, then please feel free to leave the username field empty.

 

Please keep the responses coming everybody, a few more responses and we’ll have enough data to start posting the results. So far, my predictions are accurate accept for one which is NOT. Thanks again.

Thank you.

(I will start tabulating the results below as soon as I have received a few. If I receive enough responses to be statistically relevant, I will calculate and post the deviations between my guesses and reader evidence and we’ll see the percent accuracy of my predictions.)

Part Six – Vegas Trip – finally someone gets naked, and a come show.

“Everything okay?” I asked. “Did I say something wrong or offend her?”
“No, no, she was actually debating whether to go or not and just making sure I’d be okay.”

“Oh, okay that’s good then.”

“No, she’s just being polite, she likes you. She said if she didn’t leave now, she might try to jump your bones.”

“No way,”

“She was kidding, or sort of kidding, maybe. I can’t stay too long, unfortunately.”

“I’m glad you stayed,”

We began kissing.

Perlah smelled good – was wearing a scent I didn’t recognize. Her  chest pressed against me as we kissed.

She told me I was a good kisser – I felt silly- like I always feel when someone says I’m “a good kisser.” It’s like saying, “you’re a really good toucher,” – seems odd. Makes more sense to say “I like how you kiss me,” or “touch me.” I know, I’m splitting hairs, but I think it reduces kissing from being intimate connection between two people to being a mouth skill one can be “good at.” Never mind, I wasn’t nearly this distracted by the comment when she made it.

The kissing was nice: sensual, careful, tender, and quickly led to more: Perlah started feeling me out. I love when this happens – when a girl starts feeling me first – before I touch her breasts or elsewhere. First of all it’s bold and aggressive – which is hot; also, it makes me feel gentlemanly, that I didn’t move first.

I wanted to know why Perlah was there, what was going on in her mind, why she was cheating on her husband? I squeezed – trying not to get hard too fast, but Perlah’s hand was rubbing directly on me, I just let it go. I was hard by the time I had pulled her shirt off.

She looked so different in her “girl-next-door,” street clothes and her plane, shiny,  white bra  – such a contrast to the frilly, twinkly, revealing top Perlah was wearing at the casino. I slipped the bra down slowly and watched her nipples pop into view. I’d spent hours wondering what she was just barely hiding under the top she’d been wearing at the casino. She helped me get her bra the rest of the way off.

We both were naked when Perlah ask if I had protection. I hate condoms.

“No, damn, I didn’t expect to need them, damn it! This is unfortunate,” I said.

Perlah seemed as disappointing. She replied, “I am on birth control, but have to be safe – sorry.”

Before getting dressed, we laid on my  bed for a while – touching and talking.

Perlah was unusually unashamed about what was happening – had a very practical, matter-of-fact perspective. Basically, she’s been married for twelve years, had a couple kids, and decided that she would have sex with someone if they were attractive enough – before she got much older  and still had her tight body. I guess she had sex before getting married – but not much of it.

I was thinking, “okay so now what’s the reason?” But, that was it – and it was reason enough for her. It turned me on – that she just decided she wanted to fuck someone and wasn’t ashamed about it.

I asked her if she had told her husband about the idea. She said she might but wasn’t sure – she’d see how she felt when it happened. Her husband didn’t have any real problem sexually, other than being boring and “nothing special.” I wasn’t satisfied and pressed her for more.

“Are you just needing variety, or taking out resentment towards your husband? Did you want something different? Is he unattractive? Is it sexual, or, emotional? And other questions of a similar nature.

She seemed to want to keep the issue uncomplicated, and was a bit reluctant to open up – until she realized it turned me on to hear her thoughts. She said that she’d been thinking about sex with other men more and more over the last few years and her sex drive had been growing. Purlah figured, “why just fantasize about it?” She had always assumed she’d have sex with someone else – sometime before she died, and felt now would be as good of time as any.

Purlah reassured me that she wasn’t going to just fuck anyone who came along. It had been around eight months since she decided she might do it, and her only attempt besides me was with the guy who was a bad kisser. Well that, and a “small one” as Perlah later added.

“Wow, so you were really close that time too – I mean you went far enough to see his dick and all.”

“Not true, I didn’t even go in his room. I felt it while kissing him,” Perlah explained.

“First he was a bad kisser, so I was like, okay let’s check what’s going on with that, so then it was two strikes, this guy’s not going to be the one. I never saw anything, and he didn’t see me, I swear.

It was around 2:30am when Perlah left. I was blue – had been on the brink for twenty or thirty minutes while we talked in bed, and Perlah lightly teased around my body with her fingertips. I was praying she’d finish me off, but she hadn’t been there to service me – without getting what she was there for. (note to self, have some damn condoms next time.)

I had to finish to stop the pain – was too frustrated to sleep. I moved a chair right in front of my floor to ceiling window. I looked out over the city. A million lights resisting the middle of night – endless windows to hotel rooms where other scandalous stories happening. I left the room half lit as it had been while Perlah was there, and I jacked off for anyone nearby and interested enough to see – hoped that someone was watching.

After trying on some different scenarios, my focus ended up on Terry, not Perlah. I thought about her being alone in her place, horny and sexually frustrated, and the ways I could help if I was there.

I thought about Terry leaning over, dripping wet, facing me with her huge tits hanging in my face, while she yanked hard on my cock  and begged me to fuck her.

I didn’t bother to grab a towel nor aim somewhere safe. I was intensely turned on and in a hotel room, so i stroked my shaft, held back and held back, then let it go, shooting out where ever, all over my chest and wherever else it went. My own come was all over me. I stood up and looked out the windows, searching for lookers, then when and showered.

This brings us to Sunday Morning, 3:30am.

To be continued, probably.

 

This is true – to the letter, so it better be hot: last week in Vegas continued…

One thing that is different now, I do less gambling but bet much more. When I was younger, I’d play more games, gamble much later- start much earlier, and usually play until there wasn’t enough left to gamble with.

Now, I don’t waste time on games I don’t want to play – and don’t gamble just to waste time. And, I don’t join a table because hot women are there. I still don’t enjoy gambling sober, but now I’ll pay for a martini or two, and won’t gamble ahead of a buzz. And when I do, I throw it down. It is a losing bet, an unfair deal… and then there’s luck. Why should we project undo requirements of prudence upon behavior that is so favored against us that we must be getting drunk to engage in.

I say fuck it, if I’m going to do something stupid, volunteer for odds against me, make a it a statement; luck doesn’t need time to think things over, I play roulette mainly, and am not a high roller; still, I’ve got over $100 out there on any given role.

I wasn’t winning the first night, but not losing enough to go to bed. Eventually the Irish coffees or tequila shots, put to rest thoughts about going to bed. I think the rest of the family had gone to sleep – the high rollers and my Aunt may have been up gambling somewhere.

I was playing downtown where the casinos are a bit more casual – the minimum stakes more affordable. At this place, the dealers actually take rotations dancing on tables in the pit when they’re not dealing. 100%, look it up. So, many of the dealers had good bodies, – some were clearly not hired for their counting skills: not a problem, I can count.

I cannot recall how many times I’ve tried to score with dealers – too many times. I can recall how many times I succeeded. Zero. Even a few times when I was sure it was a lock – that we were practically soulmates, zero. Unless there is a conspiracy against me, dealers cannot and do not fuck the gamblers; ever. So, I’ve long since stopped bothering.

The dealers were friendly – one of them was particularly fun. I focused on my numbers, yet couldn’t ignore her huge tits and how they came out of her bikini-like top almost to where her nipples had to be but never farther. They were natural, not “Vegas brand” boobs – (yes, relax, it’s trivial but I’m a guy – and for some, these details are interesting)

I’d never heard the name before, “Perlah.” Perlah was in her early thirties and had a very large chest – unlike May, the only other Filipina I’d ever been with, (read my first book Dare for full details on that)
I was sitting in the one seat at every roulette table that’s on the inside of the table, right next to the dealer. This dealer, Perlah, was being flirtatious with the table. I was drinking and concentrating.

A few of the guys at the table were flirting back, one was being obnoxious – he kept trying to grab the dealer’s hand as she waved “no more bets.” Also, he kept trying to “brommunicate” to me how great her tits were. Then my upper arm ran into her tit while I was reaching across to put chips on the number eight – was an innocent accident on both our parts, but the collision was right on the money.

I apologized, of course; she must have noticed I was the more embarrassed about the mishap so she teased me.

“Hey, no hitting on the dealer,” she said.

“No, sorry, not doing that.  I bet it gets really old – I’m sure you have drunk guys hitting on you non-stop – working here.”

“And girls,” she said.

Hmm, that was a fun answer. “Girls?”

“Sometimes.”

“Anyway, when I’m ready to hit on you, I’ll try to choose a tactic other than ramming my elbow into you. I’m kidding, won’t hit on you, you’ve got enough of that to deal with… not that I… you know what I mean.

“See, the handsome guys don’t, unfortunately.”

Polite – patronizing – or, what was she saying, doing exactly? Perhaps my tequila shots were hearing things? But, it’s in my nature to seek clarity:

“Who, I’m handsome?”

“Duh.. no more bets.” She said.

“Careful, I might have another accidental collision with your boob if you keep talking like that.”

“Promise?”

What the fuck, she’s hitting on me now, right? Crazy. I was careful not to ram her boob again, but we kept talking. I told her about the other Filipina I knew, May. I didn’t tell her what happened at the “Dare” party of course, but I did tell her about May’s strict parents, and how shy May was until she’d get a few drinks in her, then not so-shy.  Perlah said it sounded like her, what I was describing about May.

“What, you go from serious casino dealer to nympho after a few drinks?”

“I don’t know, ‘ you’d have to buy me a few drinks to find that one out I guess.”

No she didn’t… what? She’s fucking with me… or, maybe not?

“Okay, now you’re teasing.. and flirting for tips; but, no doubt I’d like to make that experiment happen.

“How rude, I don’t flirt for tips, I flirt for free,” she said.

I was confused, and horny, and … mainly confused, so I let it go.

Perlah rotated to another table and I played for another hour before she returned. While she was gone, I looked around the room to see where she was – a few times; and, one of the times, she noticed and looked back right at me. The look she gave me left me spinning in thought – fantasizing, interpreting…. I didn’t regain full vigilance until Perlah returned to my table.

This time around, we both knew something was happening – subliminally, hyper-hormonal,  she was dealing her table as I was playing, but we were both somewhere else, alone, negotiating.

Still, I wasn’t going to move on this – dealers don’t play – wasn’t going to fall for it.

She told me she was off after the next rotation. Then waited two more rolls before elaborating. “A few of us might go have a drink at the Golden Nugget after we get done if you want to join us. I’m done here in a few minutes and should be over there in about twenty – not sure how long I’ll be there though, have to get home.

I had several questions – didn’t dare ask any.

“Okay,” I said, and found her at the Golden Nugget half hour later. She stood up and gave me a hug – it is farther than I’d ever gotten with any dealer, or pit boss (don’t judge – I’ve seen a few hot pit bosses). She had changed out of her sexy dealer/dancer outfit, into a pants & t-shirt, civilian looking one.

There was one co-worker there with her, who gave me a big, tit-squishing, hug when Perlah introduced me.

“This is the handsome man causing me distraction all night.”

“This is the gorgeous dealer making me not care that I was losing money all night.”

 

Continued – see next post

 

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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.