OK, I have been slow to warm up to the idea about writing above my sex life. I thought I’d start with some general observations instead of publishing the fun I have with my current lovers. It’ll make it easier on me.
The first observation I have to make is that sex uses all 5 senses to reach that ultimate goal…an ORGASM. The only other activity that does that is eating and you aren’t cumming at the end of a good meal. I wonder if there is a correlation between how many of our senses are used for an activity and that activities importance for survival.
Think about driving, we’re using 2 of the 5 senses. Feeling and sight. Our hands are guiding the steering wheel and our eyes are watching the road. Taste isn’t used at all. Sound and smell, although still functioning, are incidental to the task. Or how about working at your computer, somebodies voice can be a distraction to what you are doing, not only aren’t you using all your senses but any sensory input can divert your attention from your goals.
But sex, I can’t think of anything that involves my senses as much as sex. When my lover is naked in front of me, everything is engaged and working together. Touching first, my hands feeling his naked skin, the heat, the texture. Moving in to kiss him is an explosion of sensations. I feel not only the softness of his lips but the force and pressure of them. I taste him and I am close enough to smell him, breathing in deep to capture his first scent. I’m listening to the sound of our breathing as it intensifies, the sound of my own moaning as he touches my breasts. I love the little grunting noise he makes as I lick the precum from the tip of his cock, delighting in the taste of him..salty, sour, delicious. I get my first real smell of him too, not his shampoo or deodorant or cologne but him, pressing my nose between his ball sack and his leg and inhaling his scent. Tasting him there, sweaty, salty and rich. And all these feelings working on me like an aphrodisiac, my heart rate increasing, my body becoming more sensitive. The need to grind up against something to make that pressure in my clitoris build and peak and plateau. The throbbing and pulsing as it descends, my body shuddering, fulfilled.
I brought my one entry from my old blog over tonight. It made me kind of sad. Hercules no longer lives with me. The apartment building I’m in doesn’t allow snakes. It’s probably for the best since she does get out of her cage. Can you imagine having this on your microwave in the morning? HAHA!
So the only pet I have is Wally, a Meyer’s Parrot. I have to be careful about letting him out of the cage when guests are here because he is very territorial where I am concerned and sometimes attacks people with no provocation. He goes for the eyes. I love him though, he’s my sweet kisser bird.
I have not been very prolific as of yet. I hope to improve. The problem is that I don’t want SOME of the people I’m writing about to read about themselves. I don’t think they would be happy about their notoriety. So, here I have a sex blog with no sex entries in it yet. Sorry.
I had my monthly visit to the salon for root regrowth. I also had a cut and a conditioning treatment. The cut because I like a lighter feel for the summer and the conditioning treatment because you get a 15 minute scalp massage with it. I love having my head touched by girls with long fingernails. It sends goosebumps down my entire body. I like being touched, not just in a sexual manner but hugged and massaged too. I like touching others too. I give my best friend foot rubs because her husband won’t. She closes her eyes and the only indicator I have that she’s still awake are the moans that erupt from her lips when I’ve hit a good spot. It’s very nice to make other people feel good.
The back rubs I’ve received have always been different than the back rubs I’ve given. For guys, the goal is always fucking. They rub my shoulders or my back or my legs, (if they give massages at all which is rarely the case) but they are always working towards my crotch. I on the other hand, I want to explore every inch of their body. Locating the muscle tension and squeezing it away with my hands. Working out the knots and kinks under the shoulder blades with my thumbs, stretching their muscles with hand over hand motions. I love feeling the texture of their skin and memorizing it’s landscape. The only time I get touched like that has been when I’ve paid a massage therapist for it.
I have postponed writing in this blog for far too long. I think my reluctance to write stems from an inability to decide what kind of information I want to pass on with my words. Should I focus on sex, current events, daily life, my pets? I think I’ll let the words carry me where they want. I’ll carry on a stream of consciousness dialogue with you. Does that sound good?
I can say this about my life, I have done some interesting things. I’ve played the role of monogamous girlfriend/wife but loved being the promiscuous whore. I’ve worked blue collar, white collar and service jobs. I’ve been financially successful and lived in poverty. I can be and do anything.
I CAN write in my journal.
The new site makes me feel so great! I’m so glad it happened. Talk to you soon.
Hercules came home! She had been missing for 2 weeks when she crawled out of hiding on Saturday. I was so relieved to see her. You would think it would be pretty hard to lose a 6 foot long red-tailed boa constrictor but it was actually pretty easy. I figured she’d come home when she got hungry and I was right. She wolfed down 2 large rats on Saturday and has been sleeping on her heating pad ever since. I’m waiting for her to wake up so I can cuddle with her now.
