This Is The End

Well, we were a little more short-lived than expected but the Three Sexketeers are coming to an end. It's too bad, we had a ton of fun, but it wasn't meant to be...

Hope you all have lots of sex on our behalves. Sayonara!

<3

Bitch is Dangerous

By XTC

Silk, lace, leather and much much more. From a cute nightgown to basic bra and panties – lingerie rocks! I do not have a lot of experience with it, myself. Most of my sexual encounters were unexpected so I didn’t exactly get to dress myself all up nice. I still buy sexy things sometimes though... if I have a little extra cash or something is on sale... it just makes me feel good to know that something so hot is mine! Every now and then I may even take some sexy photos in it.

I think that all of this built up sexy stuff will come in handy one day when I do have an actual boyfriend. Lingerie is good. It makes you feel so confident wearing it (pending that it is the type of lingerie you feel comfortable in...) I think that every woman should own something that makes her feel knock-out sexy. It’s just good fun.

However, it must be noted that you shouldn’t RELY on such things to make you feel good about yourself. You should love yourself no matter what. Sometimes even the simplest most natural things are just as sexy. But let’s not deny it, lingerie is definitely a nice little added bonus. It’s a good way to cheer yourself up after a blah day and it’s a good way to mix things up a little in the bedroom.

I definitely agree with what Disco said about panties. I feel the same way about bras as well. Every now and then it’s a little hot if a guy just tears it all off in a wave of passion, or just lifts up the skirt and goes for it, etc. But personally, I prefer when things go slow. I enjoy the tension, the anticipation, and the rush.

When a guy runs his hand along your ass, feeling your panties, and slowly inches his way closer and closer to truly touching you – I love that. I love when a guy rubs me over my panties, or rubs up against them, or runs his fingers along the inside of the waistband. I also love when a man slowly runs his hand into my bra, feeling my breasts as he kisses me, but not actually removing it or seeing anything.

Panties are the one thing that I am quite picky with. I like to have sexy bras as well but since it is a little difficult to find ones that fit me, I have to take what I can get sometimes. But panties! Panties I could spend a very long time shopping for. I only recently began giving thongs a shot, I have always found that normal yet cheeky panties suit me best. I like funky patterns and bright colours or cute designs and lace rimming the outside. Lots of fun stuff!

Maybe I invest a little bit too much into panties and such, but it’s the one thing that not just everybody gets to see. It’s, like, that little hidden cuteness that you save just for sexy folks.

As for my sexy nighties, I have only ever worn one for a guy once. In fact, it was the man in which I discussed last blog post. When we had sex we both knewwww it was happening that day, so I thought I’d be adventurous with it... So when he showed up I answered the door in a little black nighty that made my boobs look great and high heels. I, personally, thought that it was a good idea. He seemed to like it too.

My roomie, on the other hand, disagreed. When things between him and I didn’t work out she told me that no guy would take a girl who would do something like that seriously, and that I probably just came off as cheap. I don’t know... to each their own opinion but I don’t see anything wrong with lookin’ good for a boy you have been seeing for awhile already.

Sexy things rock. As long as they’re not the only way that you can feel sexy, and as long as you don’t spend ALL of your money on it, I see absolutely nothing wrong with them. We all wanna look hawt!

How Sick!

by Disco

Monday night, Liam promised to come over and hang out with me. I waited. I waited. I waited. And I never heard from him. So, in a frenzied state of anger and horniness I got in touch with Hugh, who had texted me a few nights before - the first time I heard from him since that last fuck together. I'd sorted out my feelings towards him (none except the urge to use him as my personal dildo boy) and so I hopped in a cab and went to his place.

He sucked me, he fucked me, he fingered me, he did it all - I came four times. Then I went down on him, intending to suck him off until he came - we went at it for an hour or more and he hadn't come yet. And there I was, bopping and sucking for nearly twenty minutes when my lip was numb, my jaw was aching and suddenly I was just nauseous. A few minutes later, he laughed at something - something unrelated in it head - but I took it the wrong way and combined with the nausea, I asked to go home. He walked me home, but I'm pretty sure he's never going to speak to me again, my just ditching him midblowjob and never letting him come even though I came four times...

I honestly felt really bad about it.

I went to this place across the street to get something to eat, and standing in line I suddenly got incredibly light-headed. My hearing went down by half, I felt like I would pass out... A couple days later, at the doctor's office, I was diagnosed with a sinus infection. I feel really bad about the whole ordeal, I wish I could have finished him off... Haven't heard from him since and don't expect to :P Found out later that night, Liam had just gone to the pub with his buds.

I spent the rest of the week sick as a dog, didn't go anywhere, but was looking forward to my date with Liam for last night. Thursday he promised to come over again, but canceled - citing dizziness. That was fine. Friday night, he allegedly passed out and had to be taken to the hospital - with low blood pressure, that was fine. Except. He never officially canceled the Saturday date - he told me these things were going on - said he hoped he'd still be able to make it but whenever the time was he realised he couldn't, I didn't hear one word from him. I don't hear from him all of Saturday until late Saturday night when he lets me in on that his friends took him out for a couple drinks since he was feeling a bit better. That was just a slap in the face. At like midnight, he asked if we could have a drink or maybe I could come over and watch a movie with him afterall. I told him maybe another time. I'm not just going to be on his time, waiting for him to come hang out with me and just being pathetic enough to let it slide when he ditches me to go for drinks. So I am backing way off of that one, if he wants it he can come get it. I guess he wasn't as thoughtful as we were all hoping...

But! Saturday night an interesting thing happened. Jack, the ex, came online and I told him to call me. And he did. We talked on the phone together for three hours... It was the first time I'd spoken to him on the phone since the last time we had phone sex, way back in June. It was amazing. It was great to hear his voice - to hear the tone of how he was saying things, it avoided a lot of gnarly confusion. I got to hear his laugh, I got to really talk to him. He told me that he does still like me, that he misses me, that he thinks about me... We made plans about things we want to try when we're back together. I have never, ever felt as secure about the one-year agreement as I am now. Before it seemed like a ridiculous hope. Now it seems like it's going to happen...

We talked about how I wanted to try having candies - like chocolate covered almonds - slid into my pussy, and he would have to pull them out with his tongue and eat them. We talked about how he wanted me to wear a pair of little white panties , how he wants to try sex with someone watching, how I want to have sex in a restroom of a restaurant and a party, how we both want to have sex outdoors. We talked about the things we used to do that turned us on, we talked about what we would do to each other right now if we could. He came once. I came twice.

In light of this conversation, knowing how much I do love him, and believing that the one year agreement seems like a pretty solid shot at this point (OMG YAY ^.^) I think I'd like to take the rest of the year to just explore myself, like I had set out to do in the beginning. I don't want to have a relationship with anybody. I don't know if I would stop it if it started happening, but I want to take this year and try all the things I want to try with whoever I want to try them with. I want to go with the flow. And mostly, I want to focus on myself.

Sunday Starts

by Disco

We're going to change the blog so that the first blog post of the week is on Sunday (which is really the first day of the week, anyway.) This week's topic is lingerie!

Oh, lingerie, lingerie, how I love thee... Now. I think there is a small difference between what lingerie makes me feel sexy and what lingerie makes a man pop a big one. In my experience, men like to see their lady in a pair of undies and a t-shirt - this is sexy enough.

But what do I think is sexy? The sexiest thing in the world, to me, is a garter belt and stockings. Stockings with a seam right up the back, even if they're nude coloured stockings. I don't own stockings and a garter belt, I should but I've been too self-conscious to wear them. It's a thing it seems only girls with great thighs should do.... But maybe I'm wrong.

Another thing I love is a long, floor-length, silk nighty that flows around your legs when they're freshly shaven - and I love wearing this with nothing underneath. That is also sexy to me.

Finally, heels. Heels with the silk nightie, heels with the stockings, heels with a corset or a demi-cup bra (both things I love,) or heels just by their lonesome. Just you. In heels. Not really lingerie, but... Oh, well.

The thing I love most about lingerie is the power it gives you, the confidence it gives you. If you are wearing a nice, matching black lace bra and panty set underneath whatever you are wearing, it doesn't matter at all, you will feel empowered. You will feel special. You will feel sexy, and good about yourself. It's magic.

Men's lingerie? I'm not so sure on it. I like my men in boxer-briefs. Boxers are too juvenile, briefs are too small. Boxer-briefs do it for me. I haven't really experimented much with men's thongs or so on... Don't really know if I would be turned on by it. I might be turned on by a guy comfortable enough to do it for me... But then I would have a laugh and pull those suckers right off.

Now, I also have come to believe that panties. Should be worshipped. This is weird, I know, but you see Jack had a panty fetish. Well, still does. He loves nothing more than panties - all panties, everything from regular cotton briefs to pearl thongs. He loves lace, colour, cuts, all of it. He loves it all. He loved them so much, if we started making out he would always ask to see what pair I was wearing that day - it just got him going bad. I didn't own any thongs when we were dating, and one day he gave me money and took me to the store and told me to pick out five thongs for myself. He loved them. And he would worship them - in the process of undressing, the underwear never. Ever. came off with the pants or leggings or whatever else. The underwear was always left on, the waistband was snapped, the pussy was played with through them. The underwear was a crucial step - and often, it never came off, he would slide it aside and fuck me with them on.

There's something that makes you feel sexy and special when somebody pays attention to your panties like that... I don't know what it is. I guess it's because I pick out my underwear for someone if I think they're going to be seeing them. Before Jack, if they just pulled them off and chucked them to the side, I wouldn't care. Since Jack, I miss it. I want someone to worship my panties. When a man pulls my thong off right with my pants, I feel like it's a waste - something didn't go properly. I feel disappointed. I want to show off. I want my effort to be appreciated. I want to tease you.

If a guy doesn't have a panty fetish, I wonder 'What is wrong with him?'

I have been opened to the power and the beauty and the sexuality of lingerie. Just talking about it makes me wet, really. Wearing it drives me nuts. And I want my wearing it to drive its audience nuts, as well!

Wait for it.....ohhhh yeah!

By Glitterbella

Ok, Friday Should NOT be my posting day. To hectic!-Glitter

So. The waiting game. It can be a TON of fun, but at the same time, waaay more stress then it's worth. Currently, I'm playing it. I've played it before, but never for this long (and with this good of a reason!) But am I really playing it? I'm sort of confused. I am currently refusing to sleep with a guy I like. Yay me! But mostly because of the formerly mentioned STD. And drama. Lots of fucking drama, so I'm trying to keep my distance, don't want to get to close in case everything goes to hell in a hand-basket. So does that really fall under the waiting to make it better category? I know it will make it better/hotter/sexier/whatever but, really it's not it.

Last time (ok, only time) I waited with a new guy, it wasn't really worth it. But I think that was mostly because he was a virgin and didn't have the experience to compare to past lovers.

Waiting doesn't just have to be with a new guy, however. Waiting (short time periods) like a couple of hours or spending a weekend apart can do excellent things for your sex life, particularly if you're living together. A former partner and I had this thing about saying No, just to drive the other crazy. Yeah, unhealthy as hell, but it worked, for us anyways, because the other partner would continue to "convince" whomever was saying no to give in, giving the person saying no the feeling of both control, and the satisfaction that the begging partner wanted them so badly they were willing to beg. Sort of off topic, but same kinda thing, I think.

Anyway, Real life update : Drama.

I've definitely backed away from the guy I like (See above, Re: Fucking Drama!) But we still talk, and something may eventually come of it, I don't really know at this point, so I'm just going to chill out and have fun for the rest of the summer!

Last night was a wonderful example of this, got sloshed with great friends, and went to the bar, had a blast dancing my ass off, made out with SEVEN people (5 boys and 2 girls), brought home two strangers (no worries, lots of friends came home as well) and ended up fooling around with one of them, in my backyard. Which by the way, is shared with a church. Smexy.

Waiting For My Time To Come

by Disco

The waiting game. How do I feel about the waiting game. Well, obviously, as I've said before I believe that the waiting game can work if implemented by a woman with a guy you actually like. Now, let me explain why this is both cool and not cool.

Say you're on a date with a guy, early on in your time together, and you realise that you get along with them but you just don't see yourself really dating them, and actually getting involved with them. That's when you can hike up your skirt and get to playing early, because if he bails on you, it's no big thing, and if he's good in bed, you didn't miss out.

Now, say you're on a date with a guy, early on, and you realise you could see yourself getting involved with them, and really liking them - and maybe one day loving them. You really want to see where things could go. Then, keep your panties on honey. In my opinion, them goods best be kept in the cupboard. You have to keep him wanting more. In my experience, if you keep them wanting more for a while you are more likely to get them in the end. And I think they do enjoy that chase. Plus it gives you a little time to really cultivate a connection that isn't based purely in penis-vagina bonding. You have time to bail out before you start getting your sexual feelings confused with your more substantial feelings. And the tension just builds until finally that one night, every little touch is something you've been yearning for...

Oh, goodness, just had a little moment.

OK, thinking cap back on. Now! What's not cool about this is that this is really only works in a female-to-male scenario, when in the context of a heterosexual relationship. If your man isn't trying desperately to get in your pants, I think that is a pretty universal sign that he's not all that into you. Sure, he can be respectful - and that's much appreciated. But it's much appreciated after he tries a little bit, you say no, and he backs off. Then you've got a good one, and you know he wants you. The man should be in pursuit. This is awful and reveals me to be such a traditionalist, but I do believe the man enjoys pursuing and the woman should let him enjoy the chase. That being said, I do think the woman ultimately has control and is really the one doing the pursuing, when it comes down to it - you flirty little minxes, you.

Now! Outside of the context of a heterosexual relationship, I can't really speak. I would be interested to learn the rules of the waiting game in different cultures and men who actually enjoy being pursued as opposed to pursuing and all kinds of you rule-breakers out there. I just know that this is a formula that has been out there for thousands and thousands of years and there must be a damned good reason why it hasn't gone away. I know many, many couples who started out with the woman putting a stop-hold on sex until later and they are very happy now. One couple, the man even said he's not sure he would've stuck around if his girlfriend had slept with him early on. She made him wait three months.

So, I am using this technique right now. Liam, the Irish electrician from the other post, has come to see me twice more since our delicious night of making out that to this day makes my stomach flop. He saw me for drinks on Wednesday, and then Friday night he came over for an unplanned night of - well, it was supposed to be cards but he didn't bring them. I told myself I would let him go further than last time, but not much further. In the end, he got quite I bit further.

Our makeout session started out pretty PG until the sucker unhooked my bra in one swift move with one hand. It was so quick and light, for a second I thought my bra had just broken! We made out against the bed, he rolled me over on top of him on the floor, he pulled over on top of me - he followed my every movement and I tried to follow his and it was just this cohesive dance across the entire span of the room, he didn't fight me on anything. We were both topless, and he tried to get down my pants with his hand but I wasn't letting him, until I finally gave in and let him dive in - over the panties, of course.

He moved me around, stood me up, pulled me over onto his lap on the bed. He moved my hips against his, he rolled me over onto my back - it was two hours of incredible, passionate fun and I got so into it, at some point I let him finger me... he was so deep it almost hurt but felt so good... I stopped him before I came. I didn't want to go that far yet.

He cuddled me for a good half hour after that, stuck around as long as he could before he had to go - even longer, actually, after a half hour he tried to leave but I asked for five more minutes and he gave me twenty. On his way out, I gave him a nice hot kiss to send him away with. He let go of the door he was holding open, pushed me back against the wall, pinned my arms down and made me so wet. I would have let him do anything to me he wanted right then, so I was glad he left.

The waiting game seems to be working for me, he's been sticking around and seems to like me quite a bit. He let me know that was probably the most intense session he's ever had where clothes stayed in tact - I told him to wait until they came off. Let me tell you, it is taking a ton of willpower not to just mount this man and ride him all night but I have got to keep it cool, keep it light, keep him wanting more. In the meantime, it's kind of a lot of fun. I feel like a fourteen year old girl, and it's really a good time... Let's hope it keeps getting better from here.

Lets Play a Wait Game, Wait Game

By XTC

Waiting. Oh, what an debate this can be. I do not have a lot of personal experience in this debate. Right from the time that I began having sex, it kind of just happened. There were no games or holding out or hoping for the perfect moment... it just plain happened. I honestly have limited relationship experience, so this was never a huge concern for me.

The only time that I truly faced this issue, was last summer. I was stuck back home for four months, much like this summer. There weren’t too many folks around to do anything with, the only person that I hung out with on a regular basis just constantly dragged me around with her so that she would have an escort to meet random guys from the internet. Note: She had a boyfriend at the time; she was 16 and he was in his late 20’s. (Whole other topic!)

One night, she drove us all the way to a near-by city. It turned out to be an utter fail, THEN she decided to meet just oneeeeee last guy. This boy did not seem much into the idea, he had a friend with him and they were just hanging out, coming down from a night of drinking. But, she was pretty insistent.

The whole thing almost never happened because she had to stop by my house first to talk to her boyfriend online *sigh* But we made it to the meeting area justttt in time. We all stood around and it was ridiculously awkward. She did not say a single thing to them the entire time! And the dude she was meeting was so drunk or high or just... something... that he couldn’t make decent conversation either. So it was his friend and I that had to break the ice and try to silence the crickets.

We actually got along quite well, and he asked me for my phone number. I didn’t expect anything to come out of it, I didn’t want to date anybody in this city, especially with only just over a month left before back to school. I assumed that nothing would come of it anyways, but I did think he was very cute.

But boy, we shall call him Adam, DID talk to me again. And he did ask me to hang out. We hung out a lot, actually. There was an undeniable connection. We would text message a lot – he made me feel very special. It’s all a little difficult to explain and honestly, when I look back on how crushy and gitty and scared I was, it still hurts a little.

This is where I was faced with my decision. I enjoyed hanging out with this dude, a lot, and there was a clear sexual attraction. He would kiss me goodbye and hold my hand while he drove, gushy stuff like that. So clearly, this was not one of my random sexual encounters that just happens. I liked him.

I came to the decision to not sleep with him. At least, not in the near future. I was afraid of the strong emotions that that may produce. He knew that I did not want to sleep with him, eventually the topic came up. But we continued to go out together, and it was all quite lovely.

At the end of the month we spent together, shortly before I had to leave, I gave in, and we did have sex. We both sort of saw it coming... the date before this, we were at a park near the water, on a picnic table, and it allllllmost happened. I flat out told him that I changed my mind. The only thing that stopped us is that he had absolutely no idea that it would happen so he was not protection prepared. A few days after this, my mom was out of town for the day so I invited him over. So yeah, both knew it was going to happen, haha. It was definitely fun.

In complete honesty, I still miss him sometimes. Things clearly did not work out after I left for school, that is a long story that even I do not really know the true answer to. Sometimes I still contemplate whether or not he truly even liked me, but I think that he did. There are lots of reasons why it just didn’t work out well...

I am curious whether or not waiting was beneficial to the situation. Maybe I should have not given in and slept with him at all. Or maybe I should have just done so right off the bat. One thing that I do know is that waiting definitely made the emotions even stronger for me when it did finally happen. So I suppose that if you want somebody to truly like you for you, waiting does help. It gives time for many connections, other than just sexual, to grow. More permanent connections. However, this is also done at a risk... you have to be aware that if you wait, and truly fall for that person, then after the sex, things do not work out, it is going to hurt a LOT.

My opinion on this will most likely vary with future experiences. As for the next boy I met and truly like, I think that I will try to wait at least awhile. A lot of it is circumstantial. The interaction that you had prior to any sexual or romantic interaction, your feelings, your attraction level, what you are emotionally looking for at the time; all of this plays an important part.

I don’t think that anybody should be told to “hold out” or to “just do it”... it is completely up to you. A lot of the time, you may make the wrong decisions. But that is all part of the experience, right? It took me awhile to get over this dumbass boy who I only dated for a month, and was not ever even my official boyfriend! But I do think that I learned some lessons from the situation, that is for sure. And who knows, maybe our paths will once again cross. I mean, who would be able to get enough of me?!

Éire go Brách

by Disco

Had me a date with an Irishman on Saturday night and it went pretty well.

To skip over the non-sexy parts, we went to a patio and he had three beers, I had two Long Island Iced teas and we talked. Then we went to a "real" Irish Pub (the closest thing to the ones in Ireland us Canadians have) and he bought us a pitcher. I made friends with a couple extra flamboyant gays on the walk there, and they hung out with us for a while - he was very kind to them despite his slight uncomfortableness, and relaxed around them quickly. Because a few people very close to me, including my father and my cousin, are gay, this was incredibly important to me -- and also important to the gays! One of them let me know this guy was a real keeper, and when we have babies we should remember how our first date was crashed by a bunch of flamers. It was perfectly, quirkily romantic...

He put his hand on my knee while this traditional Irish band played "Dirty Old Town" by the Pogues - which I privately decided would be our song should he and I ever become a we. He held my hand later, and I was full of butterflies.

Now I have to tell you that Aunt Flo was in town at this time and also... I really like this guy... so the sexy parts weren't too sexual. I have a general feeling that if you really like a guy, you gotta hold out the goods - if you don't like him so much, you can give it up for a hot time. But, as I said, I liked this one. Because I liked him, I'll give him a name: Liam.

Cut to me and Liam in the downstairs basement of the building I rent a room in. About 24 people live here, about 15 or so of us share one kitchen. I brought him down there because a) Flo and b) my room is a huuuuge mess and that would just be embarrassing. So, a few people from my building walked in and out while we were still in the moving-closer-together pre-first-kiss stage. One, a friend of mine - also named Liam, but thoroughly gay - walked through and gave me 'OooOOooh, naughty naughty!' faces, but soon we were left alone.

Liam swooped in for the first kiss. It lasted about 15 minutes. Halfway through it, I crawled up on his lap and was grinding on him - which was a little further than I initially intended... But I sometimes can't help myself. After this kiss - which, can I say, was fucking hot - he let me know it was one of his top 5 kisses of all time. Not so bad!

We continued a pattern of talking, cuddling and making out over the next hour and a half. It was really sweet and I felt very comfortable, which was a really good sign. I even did some quirky things I only do with guys I really like - like inspect their arms and hands for scars and cuts, and ask after their watches. He showed me his appendix removal scars, and answered all my questions. For the record, I am a lady obsessed with hands and this guy had great hands. Not sweaty at all, rugged and masculine. He's an electrician. They're awesome hands. Plus, he seemed to greatly enjoy kissing at my neck - my absolute favourite spot to be kissed!

Then, he said he ought to be moving off, although he didn't want to leave he was falling asleep - we'd hit about the 2 AM mark. I walked him out, and when we got to the porch he gave me another steamy kiss. He pushed me back up against this brick support pole that's on the porch, and that was pretty hot in and of itself. But then he did something no guy has ever done to me, something I'd only seen in movies, something you guys probably won't find all that awesome but something that totally was awesome.

He slid his hands down under my ass, and picked me up fully so that my legs were around his waist and I was shoved up against the pole. So hot. I'm not a particularly waifish lady, so this was a bit of a feat. A hot feat.

After I slid down from this (insecure about my weight,) he managed to get his hand between my leg before I had the willpower to stop him. Oh goodness, guys. He found my sweet spot right away. You do not know how many guys have been so embarrassingly off-target. This guy: Bullseye. I nearly fell over... But, again, I liked him! So I got him out of there and told him he must go because I had to leave him wanting. He pulled me in for a little more kissage but finally I got him to leave. Let me tell you, tho, if Aunt Flo weren't buffering me I don't know if I would've had the willpower.

In the end, I'm glad we didn't go any farther. I think he probably gives me more respect because of it, and I definitely left him wanting more. He's texted me every day since, and has, on the whole, been a very sweet man. I don't even mind him calling me 'hun.' Did I mention I like this one?

Loves the luscious ladies….Sort of.

By Glitterbella

LIke camping could keep me from posting! Better late then never ;) - Glitter

I'll just straight out say this. I fantasize about girls a lot. Pretty much a 50/50 split between woman and men, depending on my mood and how the current object of my affection has behaved. However, thinking about girls, while makes me hotter then hell, can't finish me off.

I remember (vaguely) my first girl on girl kiss. it was soft and fun, and definitely more enjoyable then the kiss of the guy I was dating at the time. It, like Disco, stated out as part of a truth or dare game. I think. That whole year is sort of blurry. I know I kissed/made-out with several other girls that year but nothing below the waist.

Around this time rumours that I was a lesbian started circling. I recently found out that they were started by my best friend at the time (maybe that's part of the reason we haven't talked in four years.) She may or may not have started the rumour I had a threesome with her and some guy, that I also only recently found out about. Oh well. C'est la vie, I guess

The next girl I remember kissing clearly, was, my ex boyfriends slash boyfriend at the time's best friends girlfriend. We made out at prom, strictly to get the boys to make out. I gotta say, seeing the two guys kissing was way more of a turn on then kissing her.

The next time, I've mentioned before, briefly, in my unsafe sex post as my "Mistake from Last Fall". Now I guess it's time for *some* details!

My friend, who I'll call….."Anna" invited me over to her apartment to play strip poker with her and some friends, including her fiance "Mark". It turned out, however, that I was the only one on the guest list besides them, and they didn't even have a deck of cards. So we hang out, Mark has a few beer, and have have some Sourpuss. Anna starts taking off her clothes. Before I knew it, we were all naked and in the shower. We eventually moved to the bed, but the weird thing is, even though Anna and I made out and touched each other, we didn't do anything below the waist. I call it a 2.5 some, just as awkward as a threesome, but without the actual 3 people all together. It was basically like we took turns having sex with him. Boooooo-ring! Best thing that came out of this is i realized I didn't WANT to have sex with her, which I thought I had when she started taking off her clothes. Made me think a lot of random thoughts. Mostly about boobs. And penises.

So there you have it. Most of what I can remember about being with girls…And it can be all summed up with Boobs are fun, girls are good kissers, but I like penis =^.^=

The Girls

Oh no! Glitterbella has gone camping this weekend and will not be making a post on this week's subject! You'll just have to get by on a two-girl diet...

by Disco

Do I have experience with girls? Yes.

I remember my first girl-on-girl kiss was actually a girl-on-girl-on-girl kiss. During a game of Truth or Dare it somehow came about that the dare was to kiss two girls at once. So me, Aliza and I think it was Rachel, all made out in this weird simultaneous tongue massage. This was about seventh grade.

At the same time, I had a major crush on my friend Helen. It was my first crush on a girl, and it sort of freaked me out. I wondered if it was even OK for a girl to like another girl that way - but I never did or said anything about it and over the years, Helen and I drifted apart.

Then for a while, I did the usual fooling around with girls that girls do. Kissing each other drunk, squeezing each other's breasts - mostly in jest.

After this came Jojo. Jojo and I actually dated for 2-3 months, I told my mom about it, she was alright with it, and Jojo and I were cool. We even used to make out in XTC's room with 10 minute limits. We never got very far, Jojo never tried to touch my pussy or anything, and I was too scared to make the first move, but we had some upperbody play and some very heated makeouts. But then Jojo turned out to be absolutely psychotic and I broke up with her. Psyyyyychooooo....

Since Jojo, there hasn't been many ladies in my life. I wouldn't be opposed to any ladies, and going further with them - I even know a girl who went all the way with her best friend, just because they both wanted to see what it was like, not because of any romantic attraction - and I am also very curious about what that is like. It is somewhat like when you're 13 and you know you like boys, but you're still scared about giving your first blowjob or having sex for the first time. No different - just taking me longer to get there. If I do. My girl-crushes are much more rare than my boy-crushes, although they do happen.

My only celebrity girl-crush has been on Lady Gaga, actually, though. Once, I was having sex with Jack very near the end of our relationship and for some reason, I could not get into it. I closed my eyes, and imagined that it was Gaga eating me out instead... I came almost instantly. Gaga is actually probably the only celebrity of any sex I have had any fantasies like that about, and sometimes I even fantasize about her when masturbating. I don't know what it is about her, but imagining how her skin feels... gets me every time.

Personally, I think it's very healthy to be open to people of all sexes in the search for love, or lust. People are people, and I believe anybody can fall in love/lust with anybody at any time. I do have a general understanding through some experimentation and noticing my own reactions as to which way I will probably go, but I think being 100% straight or 100% gay really closes you off to many beautiful opportunities to have incredible moments with other human beings. I would welcome those opportunities.

"Tonight's just one blast from the past after another"

By XTC

Homo-sexuality and bi-sexuality are topics that I became curious about at a relatively early age. I always appreciated the female body, and would commonly look at women that I did not know as a girl. At one point, this slightly worried me. As I grew up and became more informed on such topics, I began to feel comfortable with this.

I am not a lesbian, nor do I even consider myself “bi”... I find women attractive, but I have never felt an urge to actually engage in sexual acts with them or to date them. Dating is something appeals to me only when concerning men.

This was questioned recently. Without getting into a lot of info, I found myself shockingly sexually attracted to a random female television character. I still do not know why. There was just something about her... her voice, her poise; it was just one of those things. I denied this at first, but one night while masturbating I allowed myself to think of her some and it turned me on a lot. Since it was so successful, I have done it on other occasions since then as well.

Although this has caused me to requestion my attraction to women, I still do not imagine myself having sex with a woman, or dating one. However, I do not absolutely rule out the option. Life is very unpredictable.

Like most college girls I have had some slight experimentation with girls. I have kissed almost every single one of my friends, but it was never in an “I want you” type of way. It was usually more so just something to do when you’re bored and drunk and want to be fun and risky.

There is one story though... one story that has to be shared. The same week that I lost my virginity (in fact, the morning of, technically) I went to the province I grew up in for a family wedding. I wanted to catch up with some old friends, so I headed over a day before the rest of my family and stayed at my old best friends’ place. We will call her Mandy.

Mandy failed to tell me that she was a lesbian, prior to my arrival. So much for staying in touch, eh? I just got there and saw her holding hands with a girl and was like, “Well then!” I was happy for her, of course, but just caught a little off guard.

That evening, Mandy invited over some friends for drinks in her basement. A typical girl’s night. The only catch was that all of these girls, liked other girls, and I had no idea. Turns out, the entire party was a ploy to get me hooked up with a girl, we will call her Jenny, who had apparently thought I was cute for awhile.

After a few rounds of truth or dare and way more alcohol than I had ever drank before, I was left alone with Jenny to spend the night in the basement living room. Needless to say, she made some moves. I was not at all into it though... I don’t consider this necessarily a sign that I could never be aroused by a woman... but definitely that woman. Maybe she just wasn’t my type?

A lot of the encounter is blurry. I mainly remember just wanting it to stop. The furthest we got was making out and a bit of fingering. I don’t remember how well the kissing was, but I do recall disliking the finger action. She had long nails and did not know how to work them... ouch. Finally, I got her to stop, and completely passed out. The next morning I had to hungoverly go to my a very Christian family wedding. Good times!

If the opportunity was to arise again, I may go for it. As I stated, I am not opposed to anything, really. So I guess that only time will tell! But if some more girlongirl action DOES happen in my future, I hope that it goes a lot better than in the past.

"Now... Do My Bottom."

by Disco

This is my story of how I came to love anal sex.

Jack and I had a friend, I'll call him Coyote. Coyote was talking one day about how he loves anal sex because it's a good substitute during his lady's Time of the Month. Jack and I were both disgusted.

Jack was, at one point, so disgusted that the mention of anal sex would cause him to lose his boner. Anal sex - and Coyote - became a running joke between us for a couple months. Then, one day, Jack says to me "All of this talk about anal sex has actually made me curious about it." And, suddenly, he wanted to try it.

I said to him something similar to what Glitter would say to a man who wanted to up-the-bum her. I said, "You can fuck me in the ass when I can fuck you in the ass."

This shut him up for a couple more months.

And then, suddenly, he asked me if I would actually be interested in pegging, and if I were sincerely interested in pegging, he would be sincerely open to fulfilling my fantasy. Provided I also fulfill his. And thus got me thinking about it. I did research, I watched that episode of Sex and the City where Charlotte is contemplating letting a guy do her anally and the four of them have a whole discussion about it in the back of a cab about five times, I let him start experimenting with rimming and fingers, etc.

So, months and months after this, I was tied up, I was really into the moment, and I told him to just go ahead and do it. Just fuck me in the ass. So, slowly, and gently, and with much direction, he did. It was the first and only time I have had anal sex. It was very painful, but also it was good.

I remember the next day feeling slutty because of it. We broke up not long afterward and I remember thinking, what an awful waste - to give that to somebody and have them leave you. It was, somehow, more important to me than my vaginal virginity.

But then, my dildo became friendly with my ass. And suddenly I loved ass play. Loved it! Didn't have anybody to share it with anymore, but loved it even on my own. I started small, and I got bigger, until I could comfortably fit a whole dildo inside. Initially, it was only an accessory to the real stimulation of clitoral rubbing, just allowing a bigger and quicker orgasm. It wasn't until one day I was cybering with Jack - a cyber in which he told me what to do, and I did exactly what he said, no more no less - when he told me to fuck myself in the ass with the dildo but not to touch my pussy. The combination of what had happened before, doing exactly what he told me, and just the delicious feeling of it was the first time I came from purely ass play.

I never looked back. I routinely play with my ass. I even like anal porn at this point, something I once loathed. And I think the moral of this story is that those things which repulse you, if you open your doors to them and throw away some of your conditioning to be 'pure' and 'good,' may one day bring you deep pleasure. And there is nothing wrong with that.

IMPORTANT NOTE:

Anal sex is a high-risk sexual activity, and is very high-risk when performed without protection. The ass is a very delicate place; rips, bleeding and tears are easily inflicted as well as damage to the sphincter muscles. Many diseases are easily contracted during anal sex. Outside of the possibility of physical damage and diseases, as well as regular STDs and HIV/AIDS, anal sex may be linked to anal cancer. Anal sex should, under all circumstances, be done consensually, safely, and gently, with much proper lubrication. I believe the saying regarding lubrication for anal sex is 'If you think you have too much, add more.' On top of all of this, avoid cross-contamination always. Do not move an object (be it a penis, a toy, or a finger) into the vagina or mouth after it has been in the ass without first changing condoms or cleaning the area, as this can lead to infections &c.

Maybe maybe maybe

By Glitterbella

So, Anal. Not something I've ever been particularly intersted in trying, I have enough issues with my digestive track without the addition of foreign objects.

Maybe someday. Maybe when I get married? I had that thought before, and used it as an excuse on an ex who wanted to try (that was the first one, the second one was, "not till I get to do you first", which thoroughly disturbed him. Almost as much as it would if he knew I was posting things like this about our relationship) He did convince me to let him use his finger, which felt like I was going to the doctor for a check up. Not pleasant.

The married thought comes from my semi traditional background, where woman are expected to be virgins when they wed. Clearly, I am not. Maybe that's something to save, a virgin ass?

Maybe something like what happened to XTC will happen to me (the surprise part) and I'll end up liking it. Until then, I'll save it for my husband. If he's in to it.

Once You Go Ass, You Never Go Back

By XTC

I find that one of the very hot or cold topics of human sexuality is anal sex. Some women love it, some are dead set against the idea and find it revolting. I, for one, am very pro-anal freedom!

My first encounter with anal sex was not asked for. It was a... surprise! Quite a painful surprise, which was over with just as quickly as it started.

My second encounter was a bit of an accident. The boy who I was sleeping with, well, he wasn’t the BEST in bed, to say the least. I think that he thought he was pretty darn great, but he didn’t understand that it’s about more than just looking good... if that makes any sense. Anyways, he was just tryin’ to go at ‘er, all hard and porno-style like. But he ended up slipping out and into my ass without even realizing it. I didn’t stop him. It felt kind of good and didn’t hurt too much (he also wasn’t the hugest).

I think that a lot of women try anal, it hurts, and they assume that that is all there is to it. But there really is SO much more. I think that it can be really great once you truly work yourself up to it and adjust.

Anal sex is something that I plan on experimenting with whenever I get the opportunity; I am very open to trying it more seriously. Perhaps with some lube this time though...

Until recently, I had never experimented with anal play on myself. However, not too long ago when I was masturbating I was having a little trouble finishing, for some still unknown reason. I had anal stuff on my mind because I had been discussing it with somebody earlier that evening. So I thought, “What the hell.”

Let me tell you, it definitely worked. I only used one finger, and didn’t even put it in all of the way, or move it much. But just having it there, in combination with my vibrator on my clit, was enough. I ended up getting off rather quickly after that.

Some people may find it a little weird or gross, but I have no problem with it. As long as you’re a hygienic person, of course. It’s all your own body!

I think that I may be developing a bit of an anal fetish now... It’s just soooo much more of a turn on! But I doubt that many men will object to this. I like to think that one of my best features is my ass.

When I get the chance, I would like to purchase some anal toys, even. Maybe a plug... a vibrating plug! Oooooh...

Well, I don’t think that I need to continue much further. You get my point. Go anal!

Playing With This Bow & Arrow

by Disco

The night before last, I was very, very horny. Disturbingly horny. Would hump anything that spoke to me horny. There's a man who lives across the hall from me that I've had a minor crush on since I moved here - nothing of interest, I usually forget about it until I see him, and he has less than no interest in me - but I was so horny I considered showing up at his door and just jumping the poor man.

So horny I called Jack. But the universe intervened, I got his machine, and I didn't leave a message.

So horny that finally, I texted Hugh. He was out of town, there was absolutely no luck for ol' Disco trying to get laid. So I settled down with Orion (my vibrating dildo) and a little pornhub.com and got myself off. Twice. Mid-going at myself, Hugh texted me naughty things and tells me he'll take care of me the next day. I agreed.

The next day came along, and got into the evening, and not a word from Hugh. I got more and more peeved about it. Finally, I saw him online. Just sitting there. Available. But not messaging me. Typical of him. So, I got pissed and I messaged him - coolly, mind you. Didn't give away my pissed-offedness. Finally, we settled on plans to meet up. Because of my very hot 'n' bothered texting the previous evening there was no point in my playing coy, so I just went straight to his place to pick up the booty I called for. Totally worth any drama I put myself through earlier that night.

We started things off by trying and failing to watch a movie - he couldn't keep his hands off me, I didn't mind. So I told him to stand up, I whipped out the handcuffs I brought along with me, and I handcuffed his hands behind his back. I got down on my knees and sucked him off, and I had him cum all over my chest. Next, he wanted to reciprocate, so he gets me on the bed and handcuffs my hands above my head - which is when I found out this is his first time using handcuffs in the bedroom, which I thought was awful cute. So he kissed his way down my thigh and this was the first time he went down on me - we'd fooled around once before, and slept together once before, but he'd never gone down on me. This was turning into a night of firsts.

He was great, though. A gigantic tease, he would just breathe on it until I wanted to just... ugh, I don't know. And then he went to town. And I came. In my experience, you come, a guy thinks his job is finished, he moves on. Not this guy. I told him I came, and he didn't even stop for a breath. He just kept in on it. I came twice more before he surfaced, and he did everything. He licked it, sucked on it, fucked it with his tongue... Makes me smile just thinking about it.

Then, after I made the mistake of asking him to fuck me 'please,' he uncuffed me and told me to rub my own pussy until I came again. Only when I came again would he fuck me. So, off I went! And he watched. And I gotta tell you, that order was kind of hot so it didn't take me long.

Four down.

Finally, he slides on his condom and pulls me in. He pushes himself inside me and it was better than the last time, even. We started out going pretty normal, making out, some biting, and all that. There was some dirty talk and it was a pretty good time. We switched positions - legs went up, down, asses were in the air, hair was being pulled, and I had my fifth orgasm. But then, we were still going at it, and he was telling me why he likes me. Likes me-likes me. I don't know how much I believe him as yet, but for some reason I said "Fuck me like you hate me." He looked so confused! So I said, "Just trust me."

Oh. My. God. He got so into it. He was slamming me so hard, he had my knees pulled up to where they hurt, his nails were digging into my skin, he was calling me names, pulling my hair, I was taunting him - it was incredible. But somewhere in the middle of that something switched in me. For some reason suddenly I realised, I could actually like this guy. I might actually want to date this guy, and I was caught up in this thought process and I touched his back - really lightly - and he got it. Right away. He slowed right down, his whole expression changed, he was totally in tune and paying attention. I leaned up to his ear and said "I like you," and he said the same.

We kept on fucking, but it got to a weird humorous place. We shifted between sharing nasty fantasies involving showers, creampies, other people, mirrors, whips and double penetration and just joking around. He could laugh and joke around with me while we were having sex, and it was kind of great. Somewhere when he was telling me one of his stories, I got him to choke me a little bit - which was the first time I ever asked anybody to do that. I've accidentally choked a little during sex [and liked it] but I don't want to get into breath play too seriously, I just like the feeling of a hand around my neck. My neck is my favourite place to be touched when I'm in the moment. Anyway, so I came for the sixth and final time. Sometime not long after that - and after about two straight hours of fucking - Hugh finally came, choosing to pull out and cum on my ass.

After this is when all the Firsts really happened.

1) We cuddled. I messed around with this kid twice before, and no cuddles was I afforded. Last night, he pulled me in and cuddled me for a solid half hour afterward. And naked, too. Normally we'd both bolt right to putting out clothes back on. This was really nice, and made me feel like maybe he did like me. There was some making out, and lots of talk and joking.

2) As we left his building, we made out in the elevator. The past two times, we sort of just stood beside each other awkwardly. Last night, he pulled me in and there was full on making out. Kinda hot.

3) Sitting in his car outside my building, normally I give him a little goodnight peck and sort of slip out and wish him a happy rest of his life. Not so, again! I gave him my little peck, went to leave, and he grabbed my arm, pulled me in, and gave me a real goodnight kiss.

He told me he'd talk to me 'soon.' I haven't heard from him today, and maybe I won't. He's said that before and I never heard from him (until I got horny, and really, what single man is going to resist a guaranteed lay?) If I don't, then it was a pretty awesome night. But on the other hand, I'm worried. I think I might actually like this guy...