who likes homemade porn?

i do.

i'm pretty sure us 'easy' girls get a pretty bad rap.

we should be praised for our love of sex and our unwillingness to play games and wait three dates or whatever oprah tells me i'm suppose to do.

i know people like to make that 'self-respect' argument but c'mon...are you serious? i think there's nothing more self-respecting than doing what i want to do. it's not as if i sleep with every single person i meet. i respect myself because i respect my needs.

i'll also respect you because you're making a decision based on what you want not what other people tell you it's 'appropriate' to want.

i hate to break it to you ladies...if all a guy wants from you is sex chances are you'll never hear from again whether you fuck him straight off or after the cosmo-approved three dates. jerks are jerks.

that's all i wanted to say. be nice to the 'easy' girls cuz they're the ones who like giving head. that being said boys, don't assume you're getting laid. assume that and you'll probably go home alone to jerk off and wish you'd hit the easy girl.

xo a.

i am soaking wet and i want to invite you over here to my office to fuck me. i imagine you coming over and without a word propping me up on the nearest desk, ripping my pants off and devouring me.

i want you right now. right in this office. i want to wrap my lips and my tight pussy around your perfect cock and fuck you all afternoon.

i want you to ruin me.

are you in?

Sex and moving on...

The end of an affair.

To be more specific...the well negotiated and amicable end of and affair. These are not easy things to come by, to be sure...and rarely easy things to endure,even in the best of situations.

But I think the hardest thing to think about, is something that actually came up while 'negotiating' the end of this affair. There we sat, both relieved, but depressed. Melancholic, yet resigned...trying desperately to lighten the situation, so neither of us would irrationally change our minds. He made a joke...kind of a sad ironic statement, meant to make me laugh - or to plant the seeds for us to lagh a out it later perhaps...but it got me thinking...

The fact is, that people grow used to each other - moreover, that we may grow so accustomed, so attuned to one another's' bodies in a physical relationship...that even if the emotions are under control, it becomes difficult to move on purely because of the depth of physical intimacy.

I hadn't really thought about it; He brought it up - but we'd invested a good 8 months into one another. About half of those were exclusive, the other half, well...essentially so also. And it struck me...that of all the experiences, openness, and of all the lovers I have ever had...the consistency of one partner (and one consistently good partner on top of all that...) was something entirely new to me.

I didn't realize it while it was happening...I didn't even think about it until the reality of its conclusion dawned on me.

Yes, there was Love involved. But it makes sense to me that that Love will translate into a fantastic friendship. What my BODY and MIND are having trouble doing...is attaching any sexual or physical pleasure...any mere thought of either really...to anything but him. I want sex with him. I want that intimacy, that knowledge and that attunedness we both acquired over 8 months...

Certainly, I have fantasies...memories...desires to draw from. I have porn, erotica, toys and a healthy appetite for all those things- But they are not fulfilling. They are more fulfilling, certainly, than some random encounter with someone (old or new...) but on the whole...they leave me non-plussed.

Maybe this is all part of getting over someone. And maybe it will all drift away as things become easier between us...I certainly hope so. But all I know right now, is that the only thing that seems to turn me on right now, is the idea of having familiar, loving, sweaty, hot sex with the one person who is really not available to me any longer.

And I am terribly frustrated!

BUT - I can also put a positive spin on it and say...maybe I'm all growed up now and know what I want. Maybe I am realizing that as exciting and freewheeling as it is to give and receive love to many...that what I really want is to put all my eggs in one basket. So to speak.

Then again...maybe I'm just crazy and all I need is for someone to fuck my brains out and bring me back to my senses.

If only I thought it would be that easy...

i haven't had a sleepover in a long time.

i love waking up with the taste of cock in my mouth and messy hair and a sense of satisfaction.

i love that sometimes anal sex is the only option.

i love when it's all completely unexpected.

i'm about to head off to bed but this will be keeping me awake for a little while.

god, it's been too long since i've had a delicious cock in my mouth.

xo

I love when men taste like beer when I kiss them. There's something so masculine and delicious about it all. I also love (although it may be a cliche scent) Aqua Di Gio for men. Just the smell of this particular cologne and I'm ready for business. Open, and ready for business. It's such an oldie, but good Lord, my reaction to it never changes.

I also love when guys put their arm around your waist in public. Just that little touch of the PDA is so sweet. With a few double dream dates on the go, one must savour every little piece of action...how else can you make an acceptable decision on whom to befriend in the bedroom?

While we're on the topic...how do you choose who enters the promised land? Through a lottery? By smell? By height? By personality? If they have a pulse? Money? Do tell!