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!