sex bomb

yesterday, i came four times...i was extremely hormonal...men have no idea what women go through!...it's like being the seven dwarfs all at the same time...i think they left out the 8th one...horny...

when i told him this was his response:

"man, you're a little sex bomb! i love it!"

we really need to fix this issue with the conflicting schedules...fast

cg

the power of the pussy

one of the things i enjoy about blogging are some of the interesting people i "meet" via email...sometimes, these people drift in for a while and others will linger on....anyhow, today's post was plucked out of the in/outbox:

him: Oh come on, you can't make me believe you're what, 30-something and you haven't yet come to terms with the fact that you have to manage men? You're just in denial, that's all, hoping gravity doesn't exist, or E does not equal MC squared.


me:have you ever been a woman trying to manage men?...think about that for just a second...

on that note...last night i sent a naughty text to a man...talking about how i was using one of my toys...he said, damn, now im all hard...he wanted to call..i said...no, gn!....to which he replied "damn!...i'll get you back!"....

no you wont, i texted...why not?, he queried...because you dont have the pussy.

he's young...he has so much to learn...



him: Damn, you make a good point there. Man has to have the vitamin P, else the world stops. Okay, you win.

me: the power pussy...all holy and powerful...more than a vessel...it is like a magical chalice of goodness...there are even the rare purity pussies...pussies so pure that they can bring a man back from the brink of death..

of course, those are only rumors...

damn, that was funny, that might make a funny post lol


him: lmao, you're right, that would make a good post. Call it the holy grail of pussies. And we men will send thousands of ships across the sea just to fight and win one. Yes, this young man of yours has a lot to learn about the power between your legs.

its been a long tough week for me...work is kickin' my ass!...i'll work a "real" post for tomorrow or even later tonight if i can stay awake that long lol...

power to the pussy!

cg

making out in the car

i want to see you, he said to me...

i cant...i have plans...

please...i need to see you...i can meet you anywhere, he says...

no, i am already on the way home and i have plans with friends...

please, he begs me, i have been waiting for you...i want you...now...give me 20 minutes...just to see you...nothing else...unless you want it...

i hesitated...what was i thinking?....he was around the corner...i had only to say the words and he would be here...but i also had people coming over soon...

he was there in less than a minute...i pulled on my jeans and took my hair down from its loose bun...barefoot i made my way outside...i slid into the seat and he reached for me immediately...our lips touched...i tasted his tongue...he pushed my shirt aside and pulled out my breasts...he latched on and tugged with his tongue and lips...his fingers pressing between my legs...

he pulled out his cock...he wanted me to taste it...but i couldnt...not when i knew any minute someone would arrive...i could explain a visitor, but my head in the visitor's lap?...everyone would want to know...how did you meet?...who is he?...why didnt you tell us?...

i played with it...teasing him...i wanted to taste it so bad...but i wouldnt...i wanted him to want it more...he played with my nipples...making me so wet....

he left...we both had to go....it was short...but enough of a taste to make us want more...

cg

from the outbox

this was pulled from an email exchange between myself and one of my blogger buddies (he thought it would be a good post!):


my email:

oh he is so deliciously innocent i feel like a vampire ready to suck him dry!...he wanted to come over last night...i told him no...i do not live alone and these things have their time...you cannot rush into things...you must savor them and let the anticipation build a bit...you do not gulp a glass of champagne...you sip..let the fizzy bubbles tickle your tongue and the back of your throat...you savor the cool sweetness and let a soft smile play upon your lips...and maybe...at the bottom of the glass...there is a sliver of a strawberry, heavy with that cool, fizzy sweetness waiting to burst inside your mouth...

"im a terrible lover" he says "but i love going down on a woman...i could do it all day and not cum...because i want her to cum over and over..."

terrible?...because he would cum first...he says this with a chuckle...he isnt bitter or bothered...it simply is and he doesnt mind because in his words "it is all about making the woman cum"...

i asked him "what if i told you that you could have orgasms without ejaculating?"...he laughed and said it wasnt possible...oh, but it is, i said...he wants to know...how to do it...it takes time, i said...time and patience...if he is looking for a quick answer he wont find it, i said, but if he wants a journey of discovering himself through sex and intimacy, then that is a path that he may want to consider...

we would have time this weekend but i have other commitments...plus...he can wait...it will be good for you to wait, i told him...i could feel him grinning that boyish grin of his...okay... he said...i can wait!...just tell me what to do!

yes, i feel like a vampire prepping the young virgin for his fall into the dark embrace...

what a rush...

the response:

Cg, that would make a tremendous post...Very sensual and very much an erotic story and also a very good one for the girl being in charge. You tell him you have a male friend (me) who personally knows it is possible to orgasm without ejaculating....and when it happens it is so much fun....there are mystics in India who go their whole lives without spilling their seed but orgasm almost on self demand....

The journey is often the better part of the trip...The destination is always more disappointing than the travel flyer suggests....Too have a woman control the orgasm and the ejaculation is one of life's true pleasures.....that is why I love it when my wife brings me to the edge and just keeps me there...she does it as much for her pleasure...at first she thought she was depriving me of something...Now she knows she deprives me of the eternal tease if she lets me cum......

Yes my lovely vampire, suck the virginity right out of him....deny him what he wants and you will have him eating from your hand......his dick will be your dick...Your toy to take out and play with whenever you want......thanks for sharing with me..

yep, i guess that was a nice post after all!

(you really do encounter the neatest people through blogging!)

cg

i cant believe its not butter!

i was looking for a new lube to use (the one i was using was causing this burning for like a day or so ...tried it a few times, same feeling...but when i didnt use it and used my own "natural" lube, i was fine)...anyhow, i am leery of commercial lubes, so in my searches i came across boy butter...

...boy...butter...

now doesnt THAT sound someone's special gfwb..."yeah, that's tom in this picture...he's my boy butter...he ALWAYS gets me going!"

it looks interesting for sure, and i think i might try some out if only to say i have...i bet it'd make an awesome bride-to-be gift, lol...

honestly, i think i might try coconut oil/butter as well (that is how i found boy butter in the first place!)...anyone ever tried it?...

cg

the good boy

that was hot, he said, when i told him he was a good boy...he said he enjoys pleasing a woman and getting a reward for being good...

he is younger...several years....he may not know what he wants...

but i might be able to help him find out...;)

cg

the ponderance of men

men are endlessly fascinating to this common observer of the world...how they can seem so sure of themselves one minute and so unsure of themselves the next...how they can be so hard, rough, incapable of any kind of flexibility at all and yet, like the sea, they moving soft and low then hard and deep...they project such an outward appearance of no concern regarding the opinions or thoughts of others that it may be easy to underestimate the complexity that lies beneath...

i read a comment on court's blog recently by the fascinating keats...court questioned if men at times feel that little knot of worry that can niggle, wiggle into a woman's mind, heart, and soul when feeling a lover has mentally moved on...that lack of attention or concern we perceive when we havent heard from that special person can fester into irritation, anger, sadness, and even fear...

keats replied with:

Of course men think the same.

“Where is she?”
“How come she hasn’t emailed me yet today?”
“She’s not in chat. She wouldn’t be avoiding me, would she?”

Sound familiar? The difference is that men are often egotistical non-communicators, meaning when we aren’t confident about what we want to say or how it will be received, we simply don’t communicate. I know, it’s a stupid avoidance tactic that serves to keep our fragile egos intact, but the unintended benefit is that so much just magically gets cleared up prior to us reaching our breaking point.

“Hey, babe, so you were at your sister’s all day? Yeah, I emailed once but when you didn’t respond I just figured you were off doing something. I knew you’d email when you were free. No worries.”

We’re just really really good at not letting you women see us sweat.

i thought about this for a while...it lingered in my brain and sat comfortably in a tiny nook, settling...are we as women so concerned with ourselves that we forget the humanity that, even if only a little!, lies buried beneath this exterior that men portray to us?...we scheme on attention seeking behaviors (oh, how we praise ourselves for our subtlety that surely no one else can see!) in order to captivate, enchant, and beguile our men...it reminds us of our femininity and our power to capture the heart (if only for a brief moment!) of our prey (for make no mistake, gentlemen, you are the prey and we are the huntresses)...

when i told keats that i was inspired to create a post on his comment, he seemed somewhat amused that perhaps my post would be about something that had caused me to become distraught, upset...how very wrong you are, sir!...

i do not think my pendulum will swing so far to the extreme that i will overcompensate and flood my lovely interest(s) with undying attention (after all, who would want THAT 24/7) to make sure he knows i am thinking of him...however, i will endeavor to remember that men do enjoy those special notes, gestures, and tokens of attention as well...they may not show their appreciation in the same way as a woman would, but that increased ardor in the bedroom (or hallway, living room, bathroom, kitchen table) will their way of saying "hey, babe, thanks for that email today, that made my day!"

(ironically, i cannot STAND the word "babe"...not quite sure why...has always bothered me...but only when someone uses it with me, i could care less when other people use it with each other)

cg