We were running late - which was typical. The bathroom was sticky and steamy as I stepped in to brush my teeth. He had the shower going already, hotter than I could stand it, and he was getting undressed. I frowned as the humidity clung to my freshly towel-dried skin - I should've waited until he was done to come back in, I thought, I'd never be able to fix my hair in this soggy, moist air.
I felt a hand on my ass and turned around with a smile. After living together over a year and a half, my nakedness usually goes unnoticed by B. but today he was eyeing me appreciatively as my heavy breasts swung over the sink as I brushed my teeth. I finished with that and turned around to notice my physical appearance was having a slight affect on other areas as well.
Pleased with his admiration, I stepped forward and pulled him against me, our mouths finding each other's in a heated kiss. The shower hissed behind us as the mirror fogged up and the steam made breathing a little more difficult. I felt his "appreciation" grow against the heat that was starting to emanate from between my legs. Our kisses became harder, more insistent, as our hands traced long sweeps across each other's moist bodies.
"I want you," I whimpered in his ear, my hand reaching down and grabbing his now full erection. He didn't say a word but pulled away and pulled me from the bathroom and towards the bedroom. The snap of cool air as we stepped out of the steamy bathroom was delightful.
As we came into the bedroom I stepped ahead of him and crawled onto the end of the bed, sticking my ass up in the air and wiggling it enticingly in front of him.
"Like this?" I asked, turning around to give him a wicked smile.
He answered by stepping up and sliding inside of me in one full motion. It'd been awhile since we'd gone at if from this angle, and I cried out as I felt him so deeply buried inside. He began to move, slow and deliberately as we both liked. He reached around me and his nimble fingers quickly found my burning clit. The second they brushed against it, I knew we weren't going to be doing this much longer.
He tickled my clit as and let me control the movements as I swiveled my hips and pushed back against him. It'd been too long since we'd last been together, and it all felt so good. I screamed as the orgasm rushed over me - taking me by surprise at its sudden appearance; there was no warning, I was moving and moaning, then I was cumming and screaming.
After it ended I pushed his hand away from my clit - too sensitive now. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him fully and started pumping in and out of me, hard, a little faster than before. I screamed. I was still so sensitive from the orgasm that I almost couldn't stand his thrusting. Soon I heard his low moan and he dug his hands into my hips, trying, it seemed, to pull himself completely inside of me. I could feel his cock spasming inside of me, one of my favorite sensations and then he collapsed on my back.
Now if this were the reason we were always late, I wouldn't mind it one bit.
The good, the bad, the ugly - all of my recorded sexual thoughts & actions in print for posterity. I think that's a good thing (?).
But really, you should check this book out - not because of my content (if you come here you've read all of that already) but because it's a wonderful compilation of amazing talent, sordid tales & stimulating kink.
I thoroughly enjoyed every bit and am quite honored to be included among such interesting, witty, talented, funny and all-around remarkable lovers of sex & fun.
In other words, buy this book!
The reason for my long absences can best be described in this poem I wrote a few years back:
fuckless
Sex…..
My long lost friend.
I want to touch and be touched
Feel and be felt
Scream and make scream.
I want to have sex
And lose myself in ecstasy.
I want to be fucked
Without mercy.
I want to be spanked
And called dirty names.
My desire burns red hot
And my passion consumes me.
I want to be taken,
Used and abused.
Take me,
Fuck me, screw me,
Make me scream,
Make me cum.
Someone fuck me, please.
Joelle is "dying to know" what the infamous Monroe massage is.
Joelle, I'm glad you asked. It could quite possibly be one of the best moves in a woman's sexual repertoire.
I can't take full credit for this particular act, as I actually got it out of a book years ago. To this day, however, I've never found anyone that's done it or had it done.
The Monroe Massage
This is purportedly named after Miss Marilyn Monroe herself, who, as rumor has it, was the first to make this an actual "act".
To get the mood right, first light some candles all around the room so that they are your only light. You should have on hand a good bottle of warming massage lotion, preferably one made for sexual acts as it's going to be getting in delicate places, ladies.
Strip naked, don your robe, and invite your man in for a relaxing, candlelit, oil massage. Give him the best massage you can, kneading deeply. It really doesn't matter how good you are at massages, once this is over he won't remember your hands on him at all. The important thing here is to oil up his back as well as you can. Get it nice and slippery.
Once you achieved this, don't say a word - just slip off the robe and straddle his back. Massage him with your whole body, gliding up down and his back using the oil.
Here comes the good part. As your sliding around on him, found a good rubbing spot for your pussy. If you work around enough you'll be able to find just the right spot that will get you where you want to be - once found, move however you need to to create the right friction. That's right, girls, I want you to ride your man's back and get yourself off on him.
Trust me, once he hears you screaming out, "I'm going to cum" he's yours forever. Men love the idea of a woman using their body to get themselves off, without their having to do any of the usual hard work.
My little addendum to this is to roll off of him and say, "Now it's your turn." It won't take him long to get off once he's inside of you. You can do this doggy-style, if that's what he prefers, but him getting on top is nice too since he can glide nicely on top of you using the slick oil.
And that, my friends, is a Monroe Massage.
I'd *love* to hear how this worked out for anyone who has or is going to try it. In fact, if you send me your stories, I'll *post* them (anon if you prefer)! Let me know...
Forgive the long absence, loyal fans - the nympho has been recovering from serious surgery. But I'm back - and better than ever.
As I currently appear to going through a phase in my sex life that I like to term "the Sahara-Fucking Desert" I must come up with new things to post here for you all. It's just no fun for me going months without posting, and, I'd imagine, even less fun for those of you that come to read about my sex life regularly.
In lieu of actual sex, I've decided to add a new category to the fray - "Carnal Contemplations". This is simply thoughts I've conjured that are of a sexual nature. I may not be getting sex regularly but that doesn't mean I don't think about it 24/7.
Some may be mini-fantasies, some just a seductive sentence or two. The point is just that I don't need to be having sex to be thinking about it; and also, of course, to have another facet of my sexuality and sexual life to share with all of you.
I've been thinking of adding another category as well - one focused primarily on my drawn-out fantasies (my "erotic fiction"), but I haven't decided if that's where I want to go with all of this. What do you think? Would you like to read my fantasies as well as stories about my actual sex life - or would you prefer it all be real, the simple journal of a real-life nympho? I'd love to hear your thoughts - email me or comment, please. My decision will be based on your responses.
With that, I'm out for now. Kinky dreams to all.
And yet another (keep 'em coming, folks)...
Desire:
Have you ever been fucked senseless by more than one person? And by senseless, I mean sticky, quivering and barely able to move because of the number of orgasms you've had...
Have you ever let someone film you getting fucked? Not just photographed, filmed...
Have you ever thought, "Gods, I shouldn't be enjoying this, but I am..." during a sexual act?
Sated:
Though I've had sex with more than one person at a time, I can't say that I've ever been fucked "senseless" such as you describe. But that's certainly a goal to work towards!
I actually had to think about this one. No, not in my conscious memory can I ever remember being filmed during the act, but I have always wanted to be. That could be lots of fun. I was on a Girls Gone Wild video - does that count?
The only times I've had that thought was in dreams that were strangely and inexplicably sexual, and once when I let my ex fuck me with the blade of a knife. Gently - but it was still exciting in a twisted sort of way and that's something I probably shouldn't have enjoyed quite as much as I did. There are probably many more times that I should have thought that, but it takes a lot to faze me.
I asked for you to email me questions, things you desired seeing my answers to - and you haven't disappointed. Here's the first that I received:
Desire:
I would really like to hear about whether you like bondage, play rape, forced oral, etc...Whether you have ever fucked a woman with a strap on, or wanted to, whether being slutty is a good thing...your opinion on the cupric flavor of blood, and 1001 ways to destress your favorite guy
Sated:
Let's start at the beginning. I've had some definite experience in the BDS&M world, and was even, for a short time, an apprentice under a genuine DOM mistress. I enjoy most all aspects of sex, and do enjoy playing in that realm. I've always had a desire to delve more deeply into it, but have never found the right person with which to do so. I do enjoy play rape and forced anything, and could be quite the willing sub with the right person.
Though I can't say that I've ever fucked a woman with a strap-on, I have done so to a man. Most men would blanch at the very idea, but those that are open to exploring the world of anal open themselves to an entirely new venue of pleasure. I enjoy the power that comes from bending over my normally strong man and fucking him - it's quite the thrill. One of my more complex moves involves sitting in front of my man and fucking him up the ass with a strap-on while, at the same time, bending over and going down on him. For those in the know, this creates the ultimate orgasm for him. Sadly, few men are open enough to try out the anal thing, so this isn't something I get to do often. As for the other, yes I would like to fuck a woman with a strap-on as well.
Being slutty is a relative term. What one might consider "slutty" another might consider fairly run of the mill. I believe if you're doing what you enjoy, how much ever much you enjoy it, then that is a good thing. I've never had much use for labels one way or another as so many people can define one thing so many different ways.
The cupric flavor of blood, eh? Well, I've been known to have a bit of a blood fetish myself so I'd have to say that I find the taste of blood, cupric or no, rather delectable.
1001, eh? Your confidence in the extent of my bag of tricks is quite appreciated, but would you - for the sake of time and my sanity - accept 45? I knew that you would. Thanks.
Bendis' 45 Ways to De-Stress Her Favorite Guy
(In no particular order)
1. Setting him in front of the TV watching a favorite show or movie (or the computer playing a favorite game) and keeping him supplied with a steady string of cold beers while whipping up a warm supper
2. A good massage all over body massage involving copious amounts of warm oil
3. An even better blow-job
4. Going out to watch the sunset with a glass of wine for each of us
5. Sitting and letting him vent about his day for as long as he needs
6. Dropping my pants and bending over any available furniture and letting him fuck me silly w/out having to worry about getting me off as well
7. Going for a ride, or "spontaneous road trip" to nowhere in particular
8. Surprising him with a weekend away in a posh hotel or secluded bed and breakfast
9. Drawing a hot bubble bath, lighting candles and incense, putting on some smooth jazz and joining him in the tub
10. Cooking his favorite supper when he's not expecting it
11. Taking him out to his favorite restaurant when he's not expecting it
12. Leaving him dirty, little notes in places I know he'll find them
13. Giving him my specialty - the Monroe Massage
14. Letting him go out drinking with his buddies and not getting upset when he comes in late and doesn't call
15. Surprising him at the door wearing some new, sexy lingerie I've picked up
16. Doing housework in the nude
17. Letting him play 12+ hours of games on his computer or Playstation without bugging him for attention
18. Giving him a strip show and lap dance
19. Giving him an unexpected gift - something he's been pining for
20. Doing the things he usually takes care of so he can just relax
21. Renting a bunch of funny movies and cuddling on the couch together to watch them
22. Taking him to the strip club
23. Spending a whole day in bed with him that is nothing but sex, sleep and more sex
24. Sending him pages and leaving messages on his cell telling him how much I want him
25. Doing something with him that I normally hate doing but that he loves
26. Having wine along with some fruit & cheese platters in bed
27. Going and forcing him to take breaks with a blow-job when he's been working too long
28. Putting on a little watch-me-masturbate show for him
29. Taking provocative pictures and leaving them in places I know he'll find while working
30. Sending him flowers - men can get flowers too - with a nasty note telling him what I'm going to do to him when he gets home
31. Sex where he doesn't have to do any of the work and can just lie back and enjoy the ride
32. Having him come home to the kitchen being stocked with his favorite drinks and junk food, and letting him just veg out all weekend
33. Writing him a long, fantasy erotica story involving the two of us and emailing it to him
34. Writing an erotica story detailing our last sexual romp together and leaving it on his desk chair
35. Putting a pair of my panties in his briefcase
36. Taking him out to eat and giving him a hand-job under the table
37. Waiting on him hand and foot all weekend, and doing his bidding (no matter how kinky or perverted)
38. Waking him up with a blow-job or with me already on top of him
39. Surprising him with a new toy I've bought and letting him watch me try it out
40. Serving dinner in just heels and a thong
41. Serving him breakfast in bed - naked
42. Sing him to sleep
43. Meeting up at home for lunch and having a quickie
44. Joining him in the shower early in the morning when he's not expecting it
45. Curling up in his lap while he's watching TV
So the nympho's sex life is null and void at the moment, which leaves me with few juicy stories to share. However, I did have an idea.
I want to know what you desire. Let me rephrase that, ask me anything you want. What would you like to know, or hear about? Nothing is taboo and all questions will be addressed. I promise. Please, do email me your burning thoughts and inquiries...
All answers and ensuing stories will be published here on the blog (you can be anonymous if you wish, just let me know).
Remember, nothing is off limits. Give it to me hard.
This nympho's sex life has been something akin to the Sahara Desert lately, folks - as you might have been able to tell from the lack of actual sex posts lately. So it brings me immense pleasure to bring you all a long awaited (by you and I) Sexcapade:
He popped open a bottle of red wine moments after we both walked in the door. It'd been a long day for me - work, leaving early for a doctor's appointment, going to the DMV, going to the pharmacy, pre-rush hour traffic. I was grateful for the warm, bittersweet liquid as it trickled down my throat. We sat at our computer desks - exactly opposite one another - idly chatting, sipping, and surfing as we did most afternoons.
"I need to go and take a bath," I said casually, as he poured me a second glass.
"I want to take a bath with you," he said, cocking a playful eyebrow up at me.
I was surprised. B., as previously noted here, is not known for his sex drive - if he even has one. Though in recent talks he has agreed that he needs to be more giving with the cock. So far, he's been living up to this goal nicely.
Delighted, I went and poured us a hot bubble bath, lighting the small bathroom up with candles and giving it a lovely, warm glow. He came in as I was undressing and playfully gave my nipple a little tweak, grinning at me affectionately. He climbed in and leaned back as I followed, lying back against him. We talked and giggled as he idly stroked my body, sometimes finding his way down to my clit. I leaned back further, turning my head and he met me in a hot and wet kiss. His finger was making delightful circles around my clit and I moaned around his tongue as I felt his cock growing hard against my backside.
Suddenly he broke away, "My god, baby," he said, "I can feel your wetness - even under the water."
I grinned, handing him my poof after I'd drizzled it with lavender-scented bath gel. He bathed me slowly and teasingly, spending extra time on my most sensitive areas. After that we grabbed my best friend, the hand-held shower nozzle, and he washed my hair - giving me a luxurious scalp massage. I was feeling good all over and could no longer control myself when he began nibbling on my most sensitive part - my neck.
I grabbed both sides of the tub and hauled myself up while he quickly slid directly under me. Slowly, I lowered myself down onto his waiting cock - my aching pussy literally quivering with desire. Both of us moaned as he slid in and I began with slow, circular movements that ground myself into him.
Realizing the shower nozzle was still going strong, I excitedly grabbed it and shot it straight on my clit.
"Can you feel that?" I asked, my own voice almost cracking from the intensity.
"No," he said, "But keep it on there if it feels good for you."
I have never had the chance before to combine my two favorite things - my hand-held shower massager and actual sex. I began riding him faster, the water lapping up just almost over the lip of the tub with a rhythmic whoosh as the massager pulsated a heavy stream of warm water right onto my clit. The effect was dizzying and I came almost immediately - crying out and almost losing my balance in the midst of it all. He pulled out of me and said he wanted to wait - and go at it again soon.
We ended up having company, and I went to bed early. But as I awoke in the a.m., I decided to try my luck a second time. I scooted closer to his warm body and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He smiled, though he kept his eyes closed.
"Baby," I whispered in my husky, just-woke-up voice. "Make love to me."
He moaned, and stretched out a hand that found my breast - nipple already hard. He breathed down my neck and nibbled on my ear as his hands caressed my body - always coming just inches from my pussy. This slow and deliberate teasing always gets me so worked up. Finally his mouth found my own and his fingers found my clit with the fast and sure skill that I love about him. I was moaning and suddenly begged him to be inside of me. I couldn't take this anymore.
He rolled on top of me and I wondered briefly when he'd had the time to take his boxers off. Without a moment's hesitation he was sliding inside of me. I cried out in utter delight, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him down fully on top of me. We began our dance and he slid his hands under my ass, lifting me up so that he could slide even deeper inside.
With such a good work-up beforehand, it didn't take me long - I felt it first as a warm tingling in my thighs, that spread up and over my stomach and turned into a heat all throughout my body. I screamed and clutched at him as it rose, throwing my mind into that realm of confusion and intense pleasure, and rode the wave out - it ebbed slowly and he finished himself off as I recovered from my own.
I think he's making up for lost time; and I have to say he's doing a damn good job of it.
My first boyfriend and I lived together for four years and had the wildest sex life I've had with anyone to date. We were both nymphos, and kinky ones at that with an open approach to sex that was as healthy as it was fun. We'd try just about anything once, and neither of us had any hang-ups about experiencing pleasure in whatever form it could be found. In other words, we were/are both bisexual.
For those that don't know it, there is something absolutely amazing about bisexual men, and women that think it's too-unmasculine or consider it an unattractive thought are truly missing out. Perhaps it's that I've always been so comfortable with my own sexuality, knowing I was attracted to women long before I was ever attracted to men and accepting it without much thought or worry. I jokingly referred to myself as a "dyke who likes dick" for some time. Whatever the case, I have always been drawn to bisexual or effeminate men. This became clear to me only after a guy I had the hots for, a close friend of my boyfriend and I's, turned out to be a cross-dresser. We, being regular and full-time freaks, were the first people this man had ever confessed his secret to and we joyfully helped him go out shopping after that for dresses and wigs; it was fun. I've heard that today he lives somewhere out in California as a full-time Dominatrix; and as a woman. That was the first time I noticed a pattern in the men I was attracted to.
My current boyfriend is the only straight man I've ever dated - and while he's all man, he still falls somewhere in the middle; probably more metrosexual than anything though I hate to use the term b/c it's been so over-used. I had hoped he'd turn out, after all, to be into men - but he's as straight as an arrow. Hey, you can't win all the time.
Most of my female friends are confused by my love of bisexual men. They can't imagine dating a man who is into other men - who's, basically, half or almost gay. The idea they have in their heads, I'm sure, is of some foppish, flaming individual who is a total bottom. Nothing could be further from the truth. To me, a bisexual man is a true hedonist - a man so into carnal bliss and the heights of pleasure that he is open and willing to experience it in any form - whether it be making love to a female or another male. A man so comfortable in his sexuality that he can love and fuck either sex without sending his own mind into a state of turmoil is an exceptional individual - especially in the society we live in today where's it's just becoming "slightly" okay to be gay and completely looked down upon by almost everyone to be male and bisexual (from straight to gay people). I can't think of a single thing more erotic than seeing my man, my normally strong and manly man, succumbing to the taboo pleasure of another man's touch.
The men I've dated that are bisexual have been amazing lovers. Never will you find a straight man (my present one included) so in touch with feminine desires and needs. I've never met a straight man that was as sensual as the bisexual lovers I have had (and I've had my share of both). I'm not saying there are not totally straight men out there that are in touch with their feminine sides and are sensual and adept lovers; just that the majority of the ones I've come across were not. There is something intriguing about a man that can be attracted to other men - something dark and mysterious and erotic; to know they are so into sex, such lovers of pure pleasure that they would seek out in any form. That is a man this nympho can get into.
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