i've met my match

Finally I've got a guy who can keep up with me in the filth department. Andy sent me this pic yesterday. I love him. Needless to say it's been almost 3 weeks without sex. I don't really mind what it's doing to my brain and my body. I rather like the extra tension, kinda makes me feel powerful. Is this how horny teenage boys feel?

one dirty girl

Skyping with Andy the other night we were both in the mood for love. It had been a chilly day, so I decided to take a hot bath, and bring him along. He didn't complain.

While I ran the water I proceeded to set my laptop on top of the toilet and adjust the view, both his and mine. I couldn't hear a word he was saying over the sound of the rushing water, but his smile came through loud and clear.

It was a natural opportunity to drive him crazy, which I love to do, so I glided the soap over myself and watched him look back at me like a kid in a candy store. He was quiet and attending to his own hot body, but he didn't miss a move.

I asked if he wanted to watch me shave my 'bikini line'. Rubbing the shaving cream all over the parts of my body he was hoping to devour was pretty erotic. Even I could see that in the little image of me in the corner of the Skype screen. His jaw dropped and his cock was raging hard. What fun!

I continued to taunt him after the shave job was done, with extra shaving cream in bonus places. In return he gave me some close up views of his precious merchandise, thereby putting his own laptop at risk in the final moments.

As much as I enjoyed the entire experience, I wondered if I was putting myself at risk at all. I know that Andy watches porn online and uses suggestive pictures of me to get off when I am not around. I'm fine with that. I just hoped I could trust him to not take screen shots (or more) without me knowing. If stuff as explicit as what we did in my tub that night got out there, I would be horrified!

the fruits of us

Sex with Andy was one of the biggest unknowns I had about getting back together. I must admit I was a bit concerned, wondering how far he'd come in the 29 years since I'd been intimate with him. Back then, little did I know that his quick fire was due to a complete lack of sexual experience. He'd been such a good kisser at 18, I was fooled into thinking he'd been sexually active. Not the case.

However, I am happy to say that he has evolved into a passionate lover and pleaser. Our first night was hampered by a couple unfortunate factors though. When we got to my house and he unpacked his bags he realized that something very important had been left behind at his mother's apartment--the condoms. I pictured his 79 year old mother finding them and picking up the phone to inform him. Thank God she didn't. But it was a funny thought.

The other thing was that I had gotten my period just the day before. Great timing...I think Rob willed that on me. After I shared that little fact with Andy, he was content just to hold me and touch me, and I gladly did the same. It was a very intimate night and I loved having him in my bed all night.

The next day we hunted for non-lubricated condoms. After a 15 minute search and help from a pharmacist, we scored the last box in WalMart woohoo! Non-lubricated because I was not going to put that danky stanky lubricated stuff anywhere near my mouth. It was bad enough that I had to actually perform oral sex on a condom, but a deal (with Rob) is a deal and sexual safety had to come first.

OK, so on night #2 my period is gone (enough). Andy and I have waited long enough to rediscover each other. And guess what I discovered? I have found another man with really sensitive nipples! This is so amazing to me and tremendous fun to drive a man crazy this way. We're getting really hot and heavy and it's time for some action. He tears open the box of condoms, rips open a packet and rolls one on. It's white, and it's not all that attractive, but what the hey, I can't wait to get him in my mouth.

Here's a man who likes to play it hard and take control, which normally I love...but there was the issue of that little 'reservoir' hanging off the tip of the condom. Imagine that dangly piece of rubber tickling that dangly thing in the back of your throat...the old epiglotis I believe it's called. Yikes. That whole scene was a bit treacherous, trying to control the gag reflex while getting it rammed in. But I gave it my all.

We managed to play that game awhile and then he moved on top of me. He entered me, faster than I would have liked, but it was good to finally feel him. I just would have liked to savor the moment more. He fucked pretty fast, and kissed me non-stop. That is, until he went down on me. Oh that beautiful mouth. I've dreamed of how it would feel on my red hot %$##@. It was a delicious feeling, and he showed great passion. And he looked damn good down there besides.

The night was hot, and sweet. It was a new experience with a new lover. In such situations, it's hard not to compare new to old, but I admit I did just that.

love-a-thon

Sheeeeeeeeeeeeet! What a rockin' weekend. I don't know if it's cuz I'm ovulating or what, but I'm just exuding love.

It started on Friday night. I went over to Rob's to watch a movie. He proceeded to hand me 3 lavender roses signifying our 3-yr anniversary, plus a giant bottle of our favorite whiskey, plus a card with handwritten sentiment! I felt a bit dorkish not having made a big deal of our 3 years together. It just didn't seem appropriate under the circumstances. Anyway, I was very touched by his efforts and I thanked him profusely.

We ended up in our usual movie-watching position--my head on his lap. He strokes my hair endlessly and I fight to stay awake and feel totally pampered. I invited him to spend the night at my place. And he did. We had awesome sex and slept like a couple of cozy pretzels all night. We'd practically melded by morning, and neither of us was in a hurry to leave the bed.

Later Saturday I ran into Andy online and we chatted awhile and flirted. I was left wanting more and had lots more to give to him, but he had to go do some research for an upcoming project. Saturday night Rob came over again. I lit candles and opened the whiskey bottle. We sat on my couch for 2 hours and talked. About deep stuff, just like I like it. I need it. It certainly set the stage for an emotional night.

We went up to bed and proceeded to have some pretty mind-blowing sex. We saw sides of each other we hadn't seen in about half a year. It was hot and sweet and lusty and deep. More overnight pretzeling and morning lingering. It was all good.

Then yesterday afternoon I was cooking alone in my kitchen and Andy called me. His timing was perfect. I'd just put my beef stew in the oven and had about half a glass of yummy cab sauv in me. We talked for an hour I'd say. I was feeling really outgoing and loving. I freely told him how I felt about him and he was equally expressive. Heavenly!

At one point when we were discussing our plans for seeing each other I said that I thought I should go out to see him in the spring, to see if I like it there. He was agreeable. Then I asked him if he thought I should look for a job while I'm out there. It was quiet for a few seconds, then he said he was tearing up. I was touched that I had touched him. Whoa, I felt like a million bucks. Even though I can't touch him or make love to him, he feels me and I feel him. It's a beautiful relationship. Young and sweet.

Do you believe you can be in love with more than one person at a time? I do. I have done it before and I am doing it again. It's so fulfilling and feels so good. If everyone's feeling loved, how can it be wrong? It can't!

10,000 hours to greatness

According to neurologist Daniel Levitin, it takes 10,000 hours of practice to achieve the level of mastery associated with being a world-class expert. Researchers have found this to be true across the board, whether it's athletes, musicians, chess players, composers, etc.

I, personally, am working towards expertise in sex. Because, after all, it's what I like to do. And to spend that much damn time doing one thing, you have to have a fierce passion for it. I truly love sex, I always have. In a loving relationship, that is, not just sex for the sake of sex. To me that is empty. Which may sound fuddy duddy to some, but then again, perhaps they haven't read my posts about vanilla sex or sacred sex.

Anyway....back to greatness. Apparently there is much more to achieving greatness than just putting in the time, says Malcolm Gladwell, author of Outliers, which I started reading this week. What are the magical ingredients? I've already touched on passion, that's a no-brainer. 10,000 hours of anything, except sleep, requires some pretty serious wanting. In this book, Gladwell uncovers the secrets behind the making of extremely successful people.

Exposure to opportunity is one crucial factor. Timing is another. When a person is born often plays a significant role in exposing them to the right opportunities. This is usually followed a snowball effect wherein early opportunities lead to higher achievement which then brings forth even more opportunities.

Surprisingly, talent is less important than you might think. Of course these individuals have some natural ability to begin with (or else they'd lack the neccesary passion in the first place), but research shows that their degree of talent is not proportional to their degree of success.

I found these facts very cool indeed. I can always appreciate seeing new explanations for things. I'm not going to go into great detail about the book here--read it for yourself to find out more. However, I couldn't help but question the assumption he makes.

Gladwell clearly associates greatness with success. Well, who's to say that any of these greats are truly successful? Sure, in all his examples, these folks ended up filthy rich. But let's not confuse success with money. Let's assume these people are successful because they are fulfilling their passion. They continue to invest their time perfecting their expertise for the simple joy that that action brings them.

Which brings me back to sex......