Time and Time Again

Watching the ribbon holding your corset coming undone, gently caressing your body as each criss-crossed line becomes untangled. The way the black lace contrasts with your alabaster skin further emphasizes the slow seduction that is going on. It's in this moment that you look but dare not touch. You gaze on as the hair falls 'round the shoulders and the skirt falls to the floor. This is a moment you do not rush. This is a moment where eye contact is more potent than any lexicon of words ever dared be.

The scent of you, all of you, fills the air. The sweet perfume entwined with a soft undertone of sweat and shampoo. There isn't anything more hypnotic than watching you move with a gypsies grace, never taking your gaze away from my eyes, moving toward me. I dare not look away as this is something that's not to be missed. The blue eyes that seem to read me like a book and hold me captive as if I were a slave.

The motion of you twirling the corset ribbons around distract me from your gaze just long enough for you to remove it. Tossing it at me playfully to break my gaze, I feel a smile creeping across my lips. I know what's coming. You know what's coming.

You stop in mid stride and run your hands up your bare chest and through your hair and then motion me with a finger to come to you. How can I refuse? I'm caught in your spell. You know this too and give a seductive grin to go along with the gaze that pierces my soul. You know that you want me and I know I can have you. I know at that moment there isn't a vision on earth so lovely as you right now, chest bare, lips curled in a sly grin, and a slight glisten from the summer heat battling the cool conditioned air of the living room.


I feel you struggling to undo my belt but I'm not going to help. The moment of slight frustration when your hand grabs my crotch as if telling me "more will follow if you'll let me in" isn't unexpected, but I fight the urge to undo my belt. It's something you have to work for. I can't help but thrive off the anticipation of it all and am rewarded when I feel my belt being slid out from around my waist.

As my pants are undone I waste no time in dropping to my knees - the anticipation has caught up with me. I want nothing more than to fully disrobe and make you mine and feel that spark as I slide inside you - but that can wait. I look up at you to once again match your gaze and begin sliding your panties down to the cool wooden floor. Fully exposed you grin as it's your turn to begin anticipating. I promise not to disappoint.

I bend all the way down and begin kissing and caressing your legs, slowly working my way up. I can feel the moist warmth on my face as I begin to lightly lick your inner thighs, your scent and taste enrapturing me. To tease, I stop, stand up, and take you by the hand leading you to the bed to lay you down.

When I see you're comfortable and wanting, I slide up from the bottom of the bed and part you with my tongue invoking the involuntary soft moan and deep inhale as I roll your clit around in circles. I can feel you shiver as I slide a finger inside as I continue to hungrily swirl you in my mouth.

I know where you are when I hear "don't stop, God, don't stop" I have to fight a little to keep your hips down as your body is on the verge of orgasm - I don't want to miss it though, not a drop. The sharp pleasure/pain sensation of your nails grabbing the tops of my arms as you climax is a very stark reminder that you've enjoyed this exchange. As you lay there slightly gasping for air, I slide up beside you and feel your arms pull me in for a kiss - a deep post orgasmic kiss. I can feel you licking your juices from off my lips as your tongue darts in and out of my mouth and we pull each other closer.

Back to the gaze - the silent gaze that tells the same story that's been told since the beginning of time. The gaze that is satisfied for the moment but lusts for more. It's at that moment, I know the rest of my night is about to get better and you know exactly how to make that happen.

The Euphoria

It's not just arms I want around me - it's arms of a woman who's enthralled with me.

I don't want just any nails searing my flesh as they drag down in ecstasy - I want those nails belonging to a lover that I know won't be gone the next day.

I want to press my tongue to part the lips of a lover that wants that kiss more than their next breath.

I want to hear that low growl as I slide inside her for the first time - and see that look in her eyes. It's part trepidation, part unbridled lust, and part serenity.

I want to feel the sheets dampen under our body heat and fluids and the cool air playing tricks on our hot, sweaty, overstimulated skin.

In the height of passion I want to feel her eyes pierce mine. I want that connection that unites flesh, soul, and emotions - even if it's a flicker of a moment that ends in a deep kiss and deep embrace.

I want to feel her breath on my chest as I hold her as she lay catching her breath after orgasm.

I want to feel that moment, that if you could capture it and relive it daily you would, where she's safe enough with you to fall asleep in your arms after sharing her body with you. In some strange way, she now sharing her dreams with you in a way no words could ever suffice.

Thats the euphoria I crave.

Lets Talk Lingerie

So I've been talking to some friends of mine about lingerie preference. Outside of all of us agreeing that commando rules (more for the surprise factor than anything)we tend to differ (much like our opinions of shaved vs not shaved) on which styles we like the best.I tell them that mainly style doesn't matter as long as the lingerie isn't $3 Wal-Mart stuff. One of my long time friend is into that though - he likes the boyshorts that have lace and animal print. I'm a fan of thinking that looks like someone in a trailer would wear - but it does it for him and that's his thing.

So I've decided to scour the web for the basic panty types and comment on them. We all agree that most bra's are hot - they're holding boobs and we wish we were them. I'm opinionated enough to know which styles of those I like too - but that point seemed lost on these guys - so it's not worth hashing out here.

Now I didn't include 'specialty panties' - I felt those would ultimately fall into one of these categories. Yes there is something exciting about crotchless panties and ones made out of the candy from candy necklaces - but these aren't exactly daily wear now are they? To further prove my point, the candy ones can be broken down in to the 'briefs' category anyways.

Ha. Plus one for panty logic.

Brief - The classic day to day go anywhere do anything panty. The lower cut ones usually look good on whoever is wearing them. However, keep this tip in mind always - panties above or on the navel aren't sexy. Sorry. They're not. They're functional for making better form - but they're not sexy.

Thong - Thongs get a bad wrap. It's my belief that much like G-strings, all the women that hate them have only had terrible Walmart brands or the 3 for $20 Victoria's Secret brand. Seriously, do yourself a favor and look into some real lingerie if you feel frisky enough for a thong. Try here.

Brazilian Tanga - I can't say much about this style other than it reminds me of thermal bandages from The Fifth Element. It's sort of some hybrid thing that I just don't get. Plus, it looks uncomfortable in all the wrong places.

Brazilian - These are like long boyshorts. I'm not a huge fan. I think it's because it's fun to see where the legs meet the hips - this is like some sort of lacy censorship bar from late night cable.

Boythong - Ok, so what's the difference in this and the tanga thing? Material only? Though these don't necessarly look like upside down V's - so it's got 2 points on the tanga already.

G-String - Once again don't hate until you've at least tried the Soire collection from the link above. They're not that expensive and seriously - they're fuckin' hot. There isn't a nice way to say it. G-Strings that are low cut that don't hide much but hide just enough to leave the mystery there for a little while - it's the best invention ever next to going commando in a skirt.

Boyleg - Girls, look. I hated this style of brief thing when I was a kid and my Underoos had Spiderman on them. Seriously - what the hell? There are a few things women can wear that are "men style" that are hot. One of my button down shirts and nothing else, a fedora (ok, maybe with my button down shirt), a hockey jersey (and nothing else), and the Cargo Pants / Hoodie outfit (so it's unisex - but it's cute). Underwear that are cut for little boys? Come on. There has to be something equally as comfortable out there and more feminine. These are good for function (assuming you don't want your testicles slamming together at the gym..wait..that's me..) I guess - but form, not so much.

Bikini - Ok, now we're talking. Full coverage in the front and back but showing off where the thighs meet the hip. String bikini or regular are ok. Anything but those 80's "French" ones that look like you have to pull them up to your boobs to get them on right. They don't make you look leggy - they make you look like you should be sleeping with Axl Rose... or in an early 90's softcore skin flick like Caged Heat or Busty Cops.

Granny - NO NO NO NO NO. These are again function over style. They are also Birth Control Panties. This looks will most likely prevent any penis from it's desired copulatory state. I'm sure that when the Haynes 3 packs are on sale it's hard to pass up - but please, Please, PLEASE don't ever confuse these with sexy. The longer legs and high long waist make it look like you just don't ever want sex and you should go make me some banana pudding and knit something.

I know that I don't have to (nor do I intend to try) wear these things. I'm guilty of picking boxer briefs if I'm going to the gym - but I'm also doing you a favor (to whomever you is in the future) by not sporting the ultimate ugly in underwear fashion:

The Tighty Whitey - The granny panty of the men's world. Abhorrent in every way. They are saggy everywhere, don't hold your junk when you happen to be in an, ahem, excitable situation, and worst of all - there is no way to look good in them. For the most part, naked men are ugly beings. Body hair, love handles, and testicles - but when you rock these you're saying "I'm not even trying. They're $6.99 for 5 pair and I don't understand why guys pay $18 for a pair of boxers from The Gap - I'm frugal and responsible - please don't reject me".

Men - don't do this. Spend some money on descent boxers (NO COMIC BOOK CHARACTERS WHEN YOU'RE OLDER THAN 25) and WHATEVER YOU DO - No socks and underwear only. Take your damn socks off right after your shoes before you get undressed. You look a damn sight foolish standing there ready for love in socks and underware - and if the night is going right and you're about ready for some oral lovin' and the undies come off - you're left in socks.

Then you're one of "those guys".

Yep.

"Those Guys".

The Age Old Debate

To shave or not to shave. Well, for me - not really a question. I like to stay nice and trimmed up but not bald - that just makes already two ugly body parts WAY uglier. However, my friends and I got into a debate again about our preferences of women's appearance below the belt, so to speak.

I don't get the fixation they have on 'bald' women. Like the lack of hair makes it some how that much better. Other than appearance side they say that they don't have to worry about the 'hair in teeth' syndrome from oral. I tell them simply "get a better technique that doesn't involve using your teeth - not only will your significant other appreciate it - but it won't matter if she's bald or not".

After doing a quick search of "hairy" out there - I've come to find out that there actually is a limit of what I think is sexy.

I think it's pretty fair to say this, to me, is quite sexy:



It's a little wild - but I'm cool with that. This also has a lot to do with body type - she's not a stick. I'm actually good with the trimmed look all the way down to a 'racing stripe' - I just can't get into the bald look. I guess to each his own and it's not like it's a breaking point in a relationship if I find out the girl I'm sleeping with shaves/waxes down to nothing - but from a visual and tactile perspective - it's nice for a woman to look and feel like one.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

So that's not the most appropriate title, but it'll due. I've figured out half my problem today - because if you've seen me - you know I'm feeling a little off. The main issue will be discussed about in the main blog, but since this is the *NSFW* blog - I can talk candidly about a portion of it here. When I reminisce about the 'good old days' of my youth (late teens early twenties) and the splendor of having great friends. Another part about those days were that I was in steady relationships with a fairly good sex life attached.

Guess what I'm lacking now? The majority of my friends and a fairly good sex life.

I started thinking about what makes a 'fairly good sex life' (FGSL from here on out). The trust thing is there - you're not really worried about consequences. The awkwardness is gone - you don't mind walking around bare assed or being naked in front of your partner. You know where they like to be kissed. You know just how to touch this or lick that. They know what you like. You know when you can sneak a kiss or better yet - when they're bent over to pick something up - a kiss on the small of the back (it really can send shivers). It's just a comfort level that comes in relationships like that. You know when it's good to be quick, when to take your time, when to go hard, when to "fuck", when to "make love", when to do it in the shower (um, yes please), etc..

You know the boundaries. No speculation about those - those tense and slightly uncomfortable conversations have long since passed. For instance, you may not get sex at a rest stop going down the highway - but you may be able to grab a blanket and head to the back yard for sex under the stars.

You know that she likes to be kissed just so, sort of a nonverbal that lets you know she's interested. You know the words she likes and doesn't like. You know how much talk she likes be it dirty talk or pillow talk (or both). You pick up on subtle hints or get the excitement of hearing "Fuck me now" or "lets head upstairs to the bedroom".... or "could you wash my back....".

You know what you should see when she's naked. The little imperfections, how she stays trimmed/waxed, what kind of panties to expect (if any). The first time or two - you have no ideas if she's broken out the Victoria's Secret for you - or if that's her daily lingerie of choice. As things progress you learn these little things to look for - and once the sex life is in full swing - you should quickly understand when new panties are on - or if the crotchless ones with fishnets are special for you.

When the sex life is there you begin to have a small say in things. You notice that if your favorite color is green on her - she might have a nice set of green satin panties and matching bra - something unique to your tastes. You come up with games to play...code words for sex or sexual activities - pet names if you will. You get a chance to look forward to see that certain look on their face when you slide inside her...the low moans.. and the way her legs can lock around you - and you learn just how to touch her to get her off.

Now, don't get me wrong. The new sex thing is cool - I like to learn these things - but on days like today when I feel my life lacking something - I'd give anything to be going home to someone who's been through the ringer ( good and bad ) with me and knows how to bring me back to her reality.

Top? Bottom? Switch?

I can not pinpoint the allure of the concepts of "top", "bottom", and "switch". Perhaps it is the Capricorn side of me that likes everything to have a well defined role. Perhaps it's just my ISTJ showing through allowing me to see certain boundaries without blurred lines. Perhaps it's simply a curiosity that has never been explored...fully.

It's funny that I find the idea of being a "top" and a "bottom" equally as appealing - which is when I discovered "switch" as some ideal concept.


The freedom of reversed, yet definable, bedroom roles. It doesn't have to be anything as extreme as ropes or pain. It's the concept of domination and submission - the sadism and masochism doesn't have to be anywhere near the room.

It's a hard concept for me to strip from that particular lifestyle, I simply do not know enough about it. About the only thing out there now is the extremist material where some woman is harnessed in some pseudo-dungeon while being gagged and penetrated by some dildo on a hydrologic piston.

The side I'm interested in is more of doing what you can to make your lover happy, cater to their needs, and let the fantasy come through. If that fantasy happens to be that she's the aggressor and wants total control - then bring the rope. If the fantasy is more along the lines of Geisha - then I can play the necessary part.

I have no desires to stab needles through people, cane them until they're bloody, or choke them out. What I long for in a long term sexual relationship boils down to trust, honesty, and the ability to be open no matter what. When there is trust, fear has no place in the bedroom - as you know your partner wouldn't do anything to cause you harm. Thats not to say you won't ever be bent over a knee and spanked or that I won't ever have hot wax dripped all over me - but I think you understand my point.

The interesting dilemma in all this - I've never actually met a female dominatrix. I've heard rumors about who is and who isn't. I've also never met a real life female submissive. Again, speculation and rumors - but apparently this isn't something that's talked about as openly as last night's NBA game.

Having been with the women I've been with - I can honestly say that most of them were not ready for any of that. They simply were not comfortable in their own sexuality to ask, receive, or even communicate anything outside of "I love it when you lick my pussy" or "fuck me harder".

That annoys me.

Seriously - if this part of a relationship can't be fun, open, trusting, and honest - then what part can be? This is THE part that you share with your partner. You don't share this with friends, family, or neighbors - this is the part that is special. It doesn't mean it has to sit on a pedestal - it means much like your favorite hobby or past time - you should take the time to get to know what you want, how you want it, when you want it, what you're willing to try, etc... and be fully ready to communicate it when the time is appropriate.

Obviously most first dates don't include "and I like the occasional spanking... also, anal is good". If I heard that I might drop dead, however, as the relationship grows and the sex part interjects itself - it's really time to let go of whatever reservations you have and really enjoy your lover.

Going back, I could love my lover as a top or bottom - but I'm not sure I'd want to do one or the other exclusively. I have my moments where I'd like to step into one role and not the other - and then vice versa.

...besides, not much better than coming home to a naked woman who looks at you with stone cold eyes and says "eat me... and you better do it right or your ass is going to burn".

If nothing else, it's incentive to give good head.

...and these outfits are hot.



-K

Desires

It's no secret that I enjoy sex and all the 'games' that go along with it. I guess properly phrased, it would be that I love all the aspects of a romantic relationship when we're talking physical only. The emotional stuff I'm still working on learning to enjoy. I'm also learning to hate what sex can represent in a relationship. That's a philosophical debate for another blog though.

The overwhelming sensations I've had as of late are reminiscent of my late teen years. I've realized that I enjoy sex not only for romance but as a form of stress relief, celebration, bonding, lust satiation, and simply physical release.

I was reminded in a harsh way how to take emotion out of sex - something I've not done since my "whore days" ;)

Putting a wrapper around the whole thing that gives it emotional restriction stopped the casual dating/sex thing from my early youth. I gave the act some sort of meaning beyond two adults who want to get off or have unspoken needs that need to be met - and that's the best medium.

As I've aged I've formed a few opinions on things - casual sex just isn't really for me. It lacks the core things that I've come to like about the way I think the sex thing should go down. It lacks the trust to really open up and just have fun.

Honestly how many drunken sexual encounters in your life have been nothing more than one or two positions, a quick climax, and a outright lie of "I'll call you".

I've decided the kind of sexual relationship I need to have to be completely satisfied in a relationship-relationship has to be full of energy, a willingness to give things a try, and not something that happens with the lights off all the time.

It's got to be something I look forward to - boring sex sucks. Scheduled Wednesday night orgasms in between Law and Order and Sports Center is fucking lame.

I have to have someone that's willing to let the fantasy happen. I'm not talking some weird fantasy like pancake batter, a turtle, and a papertowel tube - but meet me at the door naked, play the games where I leave notes around the house directing you out of clothes and into the bedroom, don't be afraid to whip out toys, don't hold back on being able to talk about it - from any standpoint. Just, for the sake of all that is good, talk about it. Stop hiding behind some coy act - if you've had me in your mouth...well.. the pretense has to be gone, right? There is no more "I'm to innocent to mention it" attitude allowed.

Mystery? Sure.
Seduction? Sure.

..but lets not be short on the words part - they make all the rest better.

-K