Just What I Needed
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Publié :27/3/2014 9h06
Dernière mise à jour :10/4/2014 19h39 2604 vues
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Last night was just what I needed.
Sites like passion are fantastic in concept but let's face it, when you're in a small, rural area you're not going to find tons of good connections. You'll find one or two in a year. At least that's my case. So I use this and other sites like OK Cupid and such. Which I finally lucked out on last night.
After a month of not pursuing my sexual desires my urges suddenly became overwhelming. Where I wasn't focused on sex at all for several weeks, out of no wehre I found I wasn't able to think about anything else. I could barely focus on work, chores, and life in general outside of my need to satisfy and be satisfied. I think my body was telling me I needed to get laid. And not just laid. But have a real intimate experience with someone.
Here's where I came to reaffirm that while I don't believe in predestination and that no one is meant for anyone else, I do believe that all of us have certain compatibility levels with others and there are all types of matches out there for each of us.
I'm nerdy. I say so in my description and it depends on how you define and rate level of nerdiness. I'm not a smart, college degree holding, chemistry lab assistant kind of nerdy; as is one of my exes. She's nerdy in the classical, and far more useful to herself and society kind of way. I'm nerdy in that pop culture sense. I watch a lot of sci fi, play a lot of video games, train and study martial arts, etc.
This has, on occasion, paid off for me. Yesterday, I got to chatting with a girl on one of the dating sites. It took us a long time to get past all the awkward small talk stuff. I usually like to skip that part myself, but she seemed unwilling to jump any guns. I mean, after all I am a total stranger. So I calmly went about our conversation throughout the day getting to know a lot of broad, general topic things about her but not much that was really who she was and what she wanted. Nonetheless, she wanted to meet up after I got off of work. This almost never happens for me and I figured at the very least, I'd have a good excuse to go out to eat at a restaurant. However, I didn't want her to think I was completely celibate in my intentions so I hinted at my dirty mindedness which she responded to well but not overly so. I was still confused as to whether or not she was thinking about having sex. Again, I was fine with the idea of just going on a nice "get to know you" first date kind of thing but if we couldn't at least talk openly about our sexuality, we wouldn't have very compatible personalities. But as the time for me to pick her up drew nearer, she became more open and comfortable with me and I could tell we'd at least have good conversations.
I picked her up. This is always a big moment for both persons. I mean, this is where you really get to see each other for the first time. Are they going to be as attractive as you thought? Are they going to be as pleasant in person as they were online? Are they going to think I'm attractive? Profile pictures not withstanding, these are always genuine concerns. Luckily for both of us, we were pretty good with each other's appearance.
So at dinner we came to talking about nerdy things. Movies and tv shows we grew up with. Actors we thought were hot. (I remind you that in tv and film, actresses are refereed to as actors)
When she made passing references to Monty Python and Dr. Dimento to which I responded, she was very impressed. It was pretty easy from there on out.
She offered for us to get some alcohol and go back to her place. Once there, some of the awkwardness returned. For one thing, I don't do anything in someone's home without their invitation or permission. She had to invite me to take off my shoes, sit on her bed, etc. But as the night went on, the awkward no touching but clear desire became palpable. At one point, she leaned back and her back was supported on my legs. She moved away and said "Oops, sorry." Classic. I told her she was fine so she came back. After a while, I figured she was uncomfortable so I started lightly rubbing her back. This grew into a full on back rub. I love doing it. I'm not educated in it. I had one lesson from a trained masseuse and that was almost a year ago. I just did my best to which she responded very well.
Finally, the moment came. She looked right in my eye. There was no more bullshit, no more coy, no more wait and see. She wanted me and I wanted her. Up to that moment, I would have been content to give her that back rub, stay up late watching monty python and Ferris Buler's Day Off. But right then and there, we both knew what we wanted, and what we were going to do.
You know that first kiss? Always different. Every person has their own style that they have honed with others. This girl kissed the way I do. She caressed and moved her body the way I do. We were in sync. She knew just where and how to touch me, when and how to kiss, bite, and lick me. I'd like to think she felt I was doing the same for her, but in any event, we both were moving at that just perfect pace. Not the movie scene, fast paced, no control, kind of kissing. This was slow, steady, and sensual. We were like lovers who had known each others wants and needs like our own. The kissing and necking alone felt like forever. We didn't need to move beyond it and didn't too quickly. We just worked our way toward it smoothly. Clothes started coming off one piece at a time with passionate embracing, caressing, kissing, and tender biting in between. But I decided it was time to move on. After her pants were off and she was under me in her shirt and panties, I took my time working my lips and tongue down her body. I caressed, kissed, bit, licked, and sucked on her breasts then snaked my hands underneath and around her legs and I moved my mouth downward. With all of it she responded by those kinds of moans you can tell mean to say, "more. I want more"
As I placed my face between her legs, I kissed the outside of her underwear. I moved my fingers over her clit and began to rub while I licked her legs and crotch. Then I moved the underwear aside. As I tongued and sucked on her clit and pussy, I caressed her body slowly but steadily everywhere my hands would reach. She climaxed twice before pushing me away and off the bed. I took off my remaining clothes and she worked the magic of her mouth on my cock. She was amazing. Every blow job is wonderful but as everything that had happened before, it was like she just knew exactly how to work me. She was slow and methodical. She worked her lips and tongue to my favorite spots and at all the right times and intervals. And she sucked and swallowed my entire cock, not that it's that impressive in size, but still, not every girl has been able to do that. Then it was time for sex.
I'm not sure what time it was that we started but we figured around two hours of extacy went by which had the simultaneous sensations of flying by and never ending. On top of her, I probed and thrust never fast but deep and hard. She moaned, groaned, screamed, clawed, and bit me between deeply passionate kissing and the occasional looking into each other's eyes and knowing we both were giving each other everything we wanted and needed. Earlier I had told her I'd never been with a squirter. She told me she was one. I finally got to feel a woman squirt with my cock inside of her and it ran all down my leg and all over the bed, where we continued to fuck. She rolled over and I fucked her from behind. I pulled her hair. She squeezed my other hand that was holding hers. I grabbed the board at the front of the bed. We rocked and bounced. We moaned and groaned. She made noises you just don't hear in those fake, paid for orgasms in porn. The cum on my cock from her soaked pussy was incredibly amazing. I pulled out and she laid face down unable to move. So I rolled her over. Sadistically, I wanted her to think I was done. But instead, I gently probed her pussy with my hand, until I knew it was the right time to continue fucking her with my cock.
When I'm with a girl, I don't like to just wham, bam, thank you ma'am. I want her to feel satisfied. Every opportunity I see for me to give her an orgasm I take to the best of my ability. So it was a long time before I decided I'd done all I could do for her and I needed to cum. I pulled out as we had agreed, rubbed my cock up and down her pussy, and cummed on her stomach.
I haven't had that kind of sex in a long time. Almost a year. I've had good and great sex in the interim. Every partner I've been with has been wonderful in her own way. But this felt particularly so because we connected so well intimately. We hadn't discussed our likes and dislikes, our turn ons, and turn offs. We just went for what felt right and it was on every count.
I spent the night with my body pressed against hers. When we woke up, yeah, we had to fuck again. Again it was wonderful. As I drove home I realized I was more content and mellow than I have been in months and more than I remembered I could be. Last night was just what I needed.
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My first rim job
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Publié :24/3/2014 12h58
Dernière mise à jour :1/4/2014 20h54 2640 vues
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Trying new things doesn't always come easy to me. I've never tried anal sex and never had the inclination. But over the years, and it took me until I was 27, to ever try playing with my partner's ass beyond squeezing the cheeks and rubbing my dick in her crack.
So with the last girlfriend I had, she got me interested in licking her ass. Toward the end of a long session of sex and cunnilingus, she had a sufficient amount of her cum that had dripped down to her ass. I absolutely love the taste of a woman's cum and particularly hers so I decided it was time to go for it. We'd showered recently and I knew she was very hygienic. Putting aside my personal fears, I went for it.
I kept my tongue on the outside. But I spread her cheeks and went all on the rim. I'd run my tongue from the bottom of her hot and soaking pussy up and around her ass hole. I was amazed. She loved every second of it and what really surprised me was that I did too. Soon, I started fingering her while I liked her ass. I enjoyed it so much but it wasn't long before she told me I needed to fuck her again. So I gave another good lick with my tongue probing as deep inside her pussy as it would go up to and all around her ass before moving my cock back into position and finishing the fuck good and strong. Suffice it to say, there was a lot of her cum on my cock when we were done. I'll only regret not being able to do that again on the beautifully tasting pussy and ass again. She was amazing.
Since then, I've not really had the inclination to do this again. Just never been with the right girl for it. I hope to someday very soon. I still jerk off to the memory of that session and try to capture every sensation in my mind. Her moans. Her taste. All of it. Serious fun.
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Small Town Living
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Publié :24/3/2014 12h40
Dernière mise à jour :30/3/2014 21h14 2543 vues
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So here I am in a small town in North West Indiana. I'll tell ya. I'm either going about this the wrong way, or finding that right person sure is a bitch.
Everyone I know in person is taken, not up to my standards (I'll address that in a bit) or out of my reach.
Taken. Yeah. Apparently people hook up and stay hooked up. As a former serial monogamist I completely understand the mindset. But I can't be the only one who has had enough breakups to just stay away from relationships for a while. And, now that I have, I kind of want back in a relationship. But there again, finding that right person isn't just hard. In this town, it's damn near impossible.
Not up to my standards. Damn that sounds pretentious. Maybe it is. Maybe I'm a self righteous dick. I don't know. When it comes to sex, I'm pretty easy. Big, small, a little younger than me, or many years older. I'm fine with all of that. But let's face it. When you date someone, you want to be proud of it. You want to show the world. You want to say, I'm in love with this person and guess what, that person tolerates me enough to let me love them. You want to show them off to mom, dad, and all your friends. It's a vain way of thinking, but is it just me, or is it human nature?
Out of my reach. First off, geographically, some of the women I would want, are just out of reach. Now putting that aside, what I really mean is that I'm not up to their standards. I can see why. I don't have a perfect beach body, I do have self esteem issues, and I live in the same house as my parents. Though initially, I moved back in for financial reasons, I now have my own job again, make my own money, pay my own bills, etc. But other family factors are involved and I'm here for the time being. So not living alone, not being in great shape, and not catching the fluttering heart of those who catch mine tends to put me in a bit of a downer mood about my prospects.
Now I'm working on those things. I have a job where I make money. It won't be but a few more months and I will be on my own. I diet and exercise so I am getting in better shape and someday will have the body I want. But I'm still in this small town. Due to some other circumstances, that's not likely to change in the near future either.
So I come to the online resource. Here I post my pics, my self description, and answer questions all designed to put myself out there. Young, single, and horny - as advertised. Guess what? No one responds. I've had one good sexual friendship come out of this site. She is a hell of a woman and a good friend. I asked her why people don't respond to my messages or profile. She said she didn't really know. She liked what she saw. I respect her opinion on things so I took this compliment as genuine.
So I spent the money on this site, possibly a mistake but I still get some enjoyment out of it, to make connections with like-minded, single, attractive women. But around here they seem few and far between. And the ones that are typically don't respond.
I'm coming across as a feel sorry for me case. That's not really me. But I'm just frustrated. Both emotionally and sexually. I've got a drive, I'm passionate, I'm friendly, I'm discrete, and I love to give pleasure. I feel like a resource being under used. Like a sex toy collecting dust in the closet. I want to make women cum. A lot. And I really want to someday meet that person who I connect with emotionally as well as physically. But this is small town living. Seems like a hole I'm just not getting out of.
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Back To My Old Stomping Grounds
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Publié :20/9/2013 12h40
Dernière mise à jour :24/3/2014 12h44 2933 vues
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After a summer in Colorado with no direction and very little going for me, not to mention a breakup that left me quite distraught, I decided to get some familiar ground beneath my feet, the better to regain my balance, purpose, and stability in my life so I can strengthen my foundation and move on from there.
Good old North West Indiana. Yay. ...
So I was born in Denver, CO, lived there until age 12, then moved to Indiana where I stayed until earlier this summer. Why? Read my introductory post for that story. Now I'm back here.
Been teaching martial arts, playing video games, and reconnecting with friends to keep me occupied. Also looking for that good companion(s) to satisfy those other physical needs of mine. Damn libido. Is it my fault my last girlfriend was a goddess in bed, car, bathroom, floor, wall?
It was funny looking back on my 16 hour drive back to what I consider home. I actually liked driving around the city. So much to see and do. Coming back here, it's just as I remembered. Lots of corn, little civilization. I know many who consider this ideal but my stint in Denver affirmed my assertion that I'm far more contented in the city. I had to readjust to small town driving. Too slow paced for my tastes.
Oh well. I'm making the best of it that I can. Completely unsure if I'll stay in Indiana or head back to Colorado. I've got prospects for employment and martial arts in both areas. I just have to decide which is best for me. This time, I'll do my best to let my mind do the deciding instead of my heart.
Anywho. That's what's on my mind.
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I don't understand these fake profiles
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Publié :18/8/2013 17h31
Dernière mise à jour :18/8/2013 18h51 3294 vues
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So what's the deal with all the fake profiles on these sites? Like how does it benefit the creators of these profiles?
They're pretty easy to spot and all but of course this site's matching service always matches me up with the fakies. What's the purpose to them? How do they make their scam? What do they get out of it?
I'm just here to meet, greet, and hopefully have a lot of fun with real women members. Well, I guess I'm just giving voice to my frustrations but I know I'm not alone in this. I also know there are real men and women on here that want what we all do.
If anyone knows a good guide posted on this site for helping newbies spot the fakes, please link it here. I'd certainly like to read it and I'm sure others would too.
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Here I go! An introduction to me.
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Publié :17/8/2013 10h43
Dernière mise à jour :18/7/2017 21h28 3388 vues
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So there's much about me I like to keep to myself but what the hell.
I just moved to Colorado from Indiana. Been wanting to for 15 years but I finally did it, shocker, for a girl. Promised each other the world and were so happy for a month or so. Now that that's over and as I'm very new to the area socially, I needs to meet some new people.
I 'm pretty cool by nature but a bit damaged by nurture. I can make just about anyone laugh in seconds of meeting me but have a tendency to be reserved in large groups of strangers. Give me a bit of encouragement and I'll turn into the life of the party.
I've always been a long term relationship kind of guy since I started dating. I've had four deep relationships in my life so far. At this point, I really don't want another. The last I had dug into my heart pretty deep and ripped it apart when it ended. I'd known her for years but lost contact. When we got to talking again it was like no time had passed between us. When we got together she had a one year old daughter. I kept my distance from the daughter as much as I could but the little tike stole my heart. I loved them both very much but naturally we each had our trust issues which lead to our relationship's demise. Now it's very difficult to be around young children who remind me of my little buddy who'd always play hide and seek with me and insist on giving me hugs.
Oh well. Being in Colorado is very exciting. I was born here and moved to Indiana because my mom, shocker followed a guy which didn't work out for her. I love the fact that out here, with some money in your pocket, you really can't get bored. There's so much stuff to do that I can't wait to sink my teeth into. I currently live in walking distance of Water World. Still haven't been in 3 years but as soon as I find the right company, I'm hitting it up.
I'll start blogging some more and hopefully develop a following. If you like the read, tell your friends. I'm down to chat most any time of the day.
Enjoy your day, folks! If you don't no one else will.
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