It’s about me and how I view sex. It’s about an attitude which is completely open and nonjudgmental. I understand you. I am never intolerant or disdainful. Although I have a mountain of sexual experiences of my own, I enjoy living vicariously through you. I love your stories and experiences, and you will love the feeling of being totally accepted. By sharing my own life stories which are alternately sexy, funny, hot, and embarrassing you will know that you are not alone. Some of the incidents of my youth, which I thought were mortifying at the time have since been relegated to a place of humor for me. I can do the same for you. Don’t be embarrassed by your escapades, call me and we can talk about them. I promise I will make you feel better
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.