We haven't heard back from Konrad and Susan. I actually thought we'd hear from them Saturday, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking. Should we call them? I definitely think I'm delaying that until later in the week. If I haven't heard from them by, say, Thursday, I'll ring them up.
In other news, I'm not sure that tonight is masturbation night. Let me tell you why.
Estrella gives great head. Historically, however, she's given lousy blowjobs. That is, while I find the sensations unbearably pleasurable, they lacked the necessary rhythm and speed to actually get me off. This didn't stem from a lack of skill or knowledge, but rather from differing objectives, as I discovered when I asked why she never sucked me off. She said that she prefers when I come inside her.
About a week or so ago, I raised with her a grievance. Specifically, that I worked very hard to give her a great variety of orgasms, and that I would like to enjoy the same treatment. I told her that I would like the occasional handjob, blowjob, footjob, potatojob, or whatever noveltyjob she might invent, and that she carry that x-job to climax. I told her that she was welcome to place it wherever she might like in the sequence of events during sex, even after she'd shagged me for a while--if I came while fucking her, no harm no foul.
She looked startled for a moment, then hurt for a millisecond, then attentive as we talked. Then she grinned winningly and said that she could totally do that.
Let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, she can totally do that.
In the past week, I've come twice in her mouth. This beats the preceding two months combined. Before you sex-positive, orgasm-crazed freaks cry "dereliction of marital duties" on my dear Estrella, it should be noted that I have not lacked for oral-genital contact, I promise. And now it appears unlikely that I'll lack in orgasms from it either.
The first mouthful was either the night of that conversation or the night after. Since she isn't fond of the taste of her own vaginal secretions, she doesn't normally let me put it in her mouth after it's been in her pussy. However, there's an exception to this rule, of which I was ignorant: toweling the girl-spooge off my junk bed-side is considered sufficient ablution. So, after a long shag and a quick wipedown, I mounted her face and fucked her mouth and throat. Spectacular.
And then last night. The title of this post comes in here: I'm still satisfied. Since pasta gets awful nasty if it's boiled too long, she was on a time limit. Nearly prototypical position: me sitting and partially reclined on the edge of a table in a bathrobe; Estrella on her knees on a pillow, her arms down at her sides, completely clothed. The orgasm was phenomenal, but not the main attraction.
See, she'd already turned the prolonged, sug-orgasmic blowjob into a science. She can keep me writhing in terrible pleasure for as long as she likes, and frequently does, just an iota away from filling her mouth. And so it was no laughing matter when she adapted the same techniques to the goal of tasting come. It was much the same excellent application of suction and tongue, the timed tensing and relaxing of jaws and throat, the bobbing of head. But, stroke for stroke, bob for bob, what she normally does to me for ten minutes, she compressed down into about three.
On the other hand, having vividly remembered this exemplar of blowjobs in order to explain why I wouldn't be jerking off, I think I've pretty much ensured that I'm going to have to jerk off. And maybe Estrella won't be exhausted when she gets home.
Also, via Digg, a lovely piece about feminist porn and porn and feminism. This is what I want! I want porn with people of all descriptions enjoying the sex. I like youporn for this reason, truth be told. They don't really have a lot of diversity in terms of what people are doing, but they have great diversity of people doing it.
Mmmm... youporn.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Saturday, April 5, 2008
The Best Part
Estrella, somehow, managed to leave out the best part of last night.
After we'd decided to head home, we stood on the street for a few minutes saying goodbye. We discussed when we might meet again, and renewed our expressions of interest. Then, we kissed goodnight.
I haven't kissed a guy in years. The kiss started out as a peck on the cheek, European style. It pretty rapidly changed as we sought each other's lips. Very soft lips--far softer than I'd imagined. Konrad was yummy. He claimed to have gotten an erection. If it'd gone on much longer, I no doubt would have joined him.
And while she'll have to tell you about it at some point, Estrella kissed Susan.
After we'd decided to head home, we stood on the street for a few minutes saying goodbye. We discussed when we might meet again, and renewed our expressions of interest. Then, we kissed goodnight.
I haven't kissed a guy in years. The kiss started out as a peck on the cheek, European style. It pretty rapidly changed as we sought each other's lips. Very soft lips--far softer than I'd imagined. Konrad was yummy. He claimed to have gotten an erection. If it'd gone on much longer, I no doubt would have joined him.
And while she'll have to tell you about it at some point, Estrella kissed Susan.
Last night, at the bar
Oscar and I went to a bar in the city last night to meet up with Susan and Konrad, a couple who responded to our ad on Craigslist. They wanted to meet us before anything would happen, and stipulated that they do not take people home with them on the first night. Oscar and I waited with a bit of nervousness, tempered by the fact that it is no longer our first time meeting up with someone who we want to fuck. It's a bit like dating again, something neither of us have participated in for several years.
The bar was packed but we found some rather cramped seats near the entrance and ordered some drinks. We finally obtained two seats at the bar, and soon after, Konrad and Susan made their entrance. Both of them are several years older than us, and live in a neighborhood adjacent to ours. Susan is a tall redhead with a beautiful body, and as she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, I could smell some kind of intoxicating perfume on her pale skin. She was wearing a black knitted tunic-style garment that was alluringly transparent over her stomach. Konrad was stylish but casual, and had long dreadlocks. They were both looked at ease and immediately began greeting the many patrons of the bar they knew. We had one round of drinks, but I felt awkward with them standing up and us sitting down. We moved to another part of the bar that was quieter and a lot less crowded.
Our conversation seemed a bit strained at first, with long pauses. It was also made difficult as Konrad got up several times to greet more patrons. When he was at the table, he tended to dominate the conversation, but not in an overly vexing manner. It was slightly easier to talk to Susan when he was roaming about. I immediately felt an attraction to Susan, not just in a friendly sense, but sexually. I was very surprised by this reaction. I have dated a woman in my teenage years, and kissed/groped many, but I have never felt that I am truly bisexual. I know I have a strong attraction to males in general, and also F2M transexuals (or, trannie bois as I refer to them). I think my feelings towards Susan were amplified by her slightly masculine nature. She is most certainly an extremely feminine person, but certain aspects of her personality had a definite tinge of male-ness.
My attraction to Konrad was not quite as immediate, but he soon showed himself to be quite an endearing person. He is very outgoing and blunt, qualities that I appreciate. As the alcohol flowed, all four of us became rather more physically close to each other. At one point I went to the restroom, and it happened that Konrad was on the way as well. He pulled me aside and asked how we felt, as he expressed that both he and Susan were very interested in us. I am still slightly confused by what etiquette one employs while still in the "feeling each other out" stage, so I just said that we felt the same way, and that was that. However, once I had actually entered the bathroom, I had a quick fantasy of Konrad waiting for me to exit and kissing me passionately. It did not occur, of course, but that mental flash set the tone for the rest of the evening.
At last call, I found myself alone at the bar for a few minutes with Konrad. We discussed our sexual proclivities, including preferences and limits. Neither of us seem to have any limits. He reiterated his and Susan's interest in us, and I did the same. They promised to be in contact with us soon, and hoped to see us for some more intimate fun, perhaps at one of our places. I am eagerly anticipating that next meeting.
The bar was packed but we found some rather cramped seats near the entrance and ordered some drinks. We finally obtained two seats at the bar, and soon after, Konrad and Susan made their entrance. Both of them are several years older than us, and live in a neighborhood adjacent to ours. Susan is a tall redhead with a beautiful body, and as she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, I could smell some kind of intoxicating perfume on her pale skin. She was wearing a black knitted tunic-style garment that was alluringly transparent over her stomach. Konrad was stylish but casual, and had long dreadlocks. They were both looked at ease and immediately began greeting the many patrons of the bar they knew. We had one round of drinks, but I felt awkward with them standing up and us sitting down. We moved to another part of the bar that was quieter and a lot less crowded.
Our conversation seemed a bit strained at first, with long pauses. It was also made difficult as Konrad got up several times to greet more patrons. When he was at the table, he tended to dominate the conversation, but not in an overly vexing manner. It was slightly easier to talk to Susan when he was roaming about. I immediately felt an attraction to Susan, not just in a friendly sense, but sexually. I was very surprised by this reaction. I have dated a woman in my teenage years, and kissed/groped many, but I have never felt that I am truly bisexual. I know I have a strong attraction to males in general, and also F2M transexuals (or, trannie bois as I refer to them). I think my feelings towards Susan were amplified by her slightly masculine nature. She is most certainly an extremely feminine person, but certain aspects of her personality had a definite tinge of male-ness.
My attraction to Konrad was not quite as immediate, but he soon showed himself to be quite an endearing person. He is very outgoing and blunt, qualities that I appreciate. As the alcohol flowed, all four of us became rather more physically close to each other. At one point I went to the restroom, and it happened that Konrad was on the way as well. He pulled me aside and asked how we felt, as he expressed that both he and Susan were very interested in us. I am still slightly confused by what etiquette one employs while still in the "feeling each other out" stage, so I just said that we felt the same way, and that was that. However, once I had actually entered the bathroom, I had a quick fantasy of Konrad waiting for me to exit and kissing me passionately. It did not occur, of course, but that mental flash set the tone for the rest of the evening.
At last call, I found myself alone at the bar for a few minutes with Konrad. We discussed our sexual proclivities, including preferences and limits. Neither of us seem to have any limits. He reiterated his and Susan's interest in us, and I did the same. They promised to be in contact with us soon, and hoped to see us for some more intimate fun, perhaps at one of our places. I am eagerly anticipating that next meeting.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
A Date Tomorrow
Estrella and I have a date tomorrow evening with a couple not named Konrad and Susan. We found them on craigslist. They're absolutely gorgeous.
I've probably jinxed us. But, dayum.
I've probably jinxed us. But, dayum.
Masturbation Night
Every Tuesday and Thursday is my masturbation night. Estrella works late these nights, and comes home so exhausted that sex is generally out of the question. While I guess that I could feel disappointed to be deprived of nookie twice a week, I actually feel thankful for it.
I would say that under normal circumstances, I get at best two orgasms per day. Abnormal circumstances include freak hormone surges, group play, and when the scene we're playing requires more semen than two orgasms might produce. But, usually, two is the max. And most of the time, one is about all I can handle.
If I jerk off when Estrella is available, I feel like I'm denying her sex. I feel like she wants sex as much as I do and enjoys it as much (if not more). Since I have a limited number of orgasms to offer on any given day, it feels selfish to spend what has a pretty good chance of being my sole orgasm pleasuring myself. However, Estrella's occasional work-induced abstinence saves me from the feelings of guilt I have at depriving her of my precious bodily fluids.
Tonight the plan is to go home and get naked immediately. I'll probably have a smoke as I fire up the web browser and hit Literotica. I usually prefer stories to visual stimulation. As Holly pointed out in the post I linked below, there's plenty to hate about porn.
But, I really prefer erotica to porn because I'm such a verbal, linguistic person. Certainly, reproduced captured photons of a nice, smooth cock sliding into a wet, dripping cunt does evoke arousal. But, the words I just used to describe it get me way more excited than the picture itself ever would.
I remember, as a pubescent boy, masturbating to unillustrated sex ed handouts and encyclopedia entries.
I would say that under normal circumstances, I get at best two orgasms per day. Abnormal circumstances include freak hormone surges, group play, and when the scene we're playing requires more semen than two orgasms might produce. But, usually, two is the max. And most of the time, one is about all I can handle.
If I jerk off when Estrella is available, I feel like I'm denying her sex. I feel like she wants sex as much as I do and enjoys it as much (if not more). Since I have a limited number of orgasms to offer on any given day, it feels selfish to spend what has a pretty good chance of being my sole orgasm pleasuring myself. However, Estrella's occasional work-induced abstinence saves me from the feelings of guilt I have at depriving her of my precious bodily fluids.
Tonight the plan is to go home and get naked immediately. I'll probably have a smoke as I fire up the web browser and hit Literotica. I usually prefer stories to visual stimulation. As Holly pointed out in the post I linked below, there's plenty to hate about porn.
But, I really prefer erotica to porn because I'm such a verbal, linguistic person. Certainly, reproduced captured photons of a nice, smooth cock sliding into a wet, dripping cunt does evoke arousal. But, the words I just used to describe it get me way more excited than the picture itself ever would.
I remember, as a pubescent boy, masturbating to unillustrated sex ed handouts and encyclopedia entries.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Things to hate about porn
Holly over at Pervocracy has a list of things to hate in porn. She's spot on with it.
The rampant racism in mainstream American porn has irritated me frequently. It especially drives me nuts when they say "interracial" but mean "black dude and white chick". And aside from "interracial", your only other choice for ethnic diversity in porn is white dudes with Asian chicks. Occasionally, I'll see other ethnicities represented in soft-core, and sometimes there are big stars who aren't white, but most of the time it's just chemically tanned crackers with plastic knockers.
The rampant racism in mainstream American porn has irritated me frequently. It especially drives me nuts when they say "interracial" but mean "black dude and white chick". And aside from "interracial", your only other choice for ethnic diversity in porn is white dudes with Asian chicks. Occasionally, I'll see other ethnicities represented in soft-core, and sometimes there are big stars who aren't white, but most of the time it's just chemically tanned crackers with plastic knockers.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
We Got Linked!
So, apparently Penelope over at Married Exploits has linked to us. I'm pretty stoked about that. I've been reading Married Exploits for a couple months now.
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