I don’t have a sex bucket list. I actually find the notion to be limiting rather than freeing.
I suppose I’ve actually already done a hell of a lot, so there’s that. I was 18 when I had my first MFM threesome.
But, I can only add things I am aware of (and I’m constantly learning of new sexual things out there). If I don’t check something off a list, not only does it run counter to my nature, it makes me feel like I’ve failed.
Also, because I’m driven to cross things off my lists and I hate to fail, it could drive me to do something just because it’s on my list, rather than because the situation and person is right.
Bottom line is, for me, it engenders the wrong behavior and has the chance to limit and hurt.
I’m weird that way I guess.
That’s not to suggest there aren’t things I want to try. They are in my head, not written down, and I wait for the magic trifecta of right time, place, and person (or persons!).
Part One | Part Two | I went back downstairs in the sex club, where the main bar and activities were occurring. I was a little bit sex stupid and my legs were still shaky from the orgasms.
An ice breaker activity was about to start. As soon as one of the hosts saw me, she came over and enthusiastically asked me if I wanted to join. “Sure!” I said, and she led me over to the middle of three bar stools where I sat, flanked between a naked man with nipple piercings and a naked woman.
The man greeted me and I complimented him on his piercings. I asked whether I could touch one, and at the same time he said “oh I have a prince albert one too” so there was a little confusion and some giggles when I had to clarify I didn’t want to touch his cock. Continue reading →
I went to my locker to get changed. Not into the dress and heels I brought, but a dress – if you could call it that – given to me by someone at the club. It was essentially a bunch of string woven into a cool and very revealing pattern.
While I am definitely into sex, and feeling sexy, I have never been one to wear anything particularly revealing or what could be called slutty. This “dress” was the epitome of slutty. And I mean that in a very positive way.
So getting dressed was a rather quick affair. Arrange the outfit over my body. Ignore my underwear and shoes. Leave. Continue reading →
I was lying in my bed, naked but for a long sweater. It was a cardigan with only one button, so he had full access to any parts at any time. It was my compromise to the fact that he would prefer I be naked at all times.
Andrew and I had woken up, had some nice morning sex, made coffee, and were back in my room waiting for the breakfast I made (baked oatmeal with chopped walnuts) to be finished.
He was getting ready to go. He came over to the bed, leaned over, and smacked my bare ass, hard. I may have moaned a little. He did it again, and then again.
He stood up, contemplated me for a second, and said “you know, I think you might enjoy a dungeon”. Continue reading →