Thursday, June 23, 2005
LET'S GO TO THE SEX PARTY (Part 7)
R asks if he can touch me down there, I give permission. Does he suspect I have rather large lips? Is this like what I wrote about earlier, that guys pick up on women this way in the same fashion I pick up on men with large dicks? I hope so. Anyways, R seems quite happy to thread his way thru my rather large bush and discover the hidden treasures. Elephant Ears, my partner D calls them, in what - I think - sounds like a moment of affection.
At those times, he can appreciate the fact I used to cycle 200 miles a week on a bike. I think it helps stretch out a woman's lips. But I don't know that Bicycling Magazine will conduct a survey anytime soon of the female cyclists out there to support my theory. Give them a little more time on this one.
"Have you ever shaved yourself," R asks me. "They would look great if we could see them." I get this sometimes, but my answer is always the same. I love "au naturel." I'm funny that way, I don't shave my bush, but I do shave my legs. Again, that's a cycling thing, because shaved legs hold a massage better, and if you take a spill, the abrasions heal faster without hair in the way. My underarms I don't shave, I don't like the razor feel there. But I do trim the hair with scissors, mostly down to nothing. So it's not like I have a thing about wanting tons of hair. I just don't want to be bald THERE.
I let my very first girlfriend, in London, talk me into letting her shave me. After all, she WAS my first girl, and you do stupid things like that when it's your first time. It looked really odd, I thought. But it felt even worse. It itched when it grew back, and I could swear it felt colder down there in the London temperatures we were having then. After that one time, I never repeated the experiment.
But anyways, here I am with yet another guy who wants to trim my sails. R is going ga-ga over my lips, he can't keep his hand away from stroking them lightly. The way you see Latin guys sometimes, freely putting their hands over their crotches. Just to keep them warm? To make sure they're still there? I thought this was pretty amusing when I first noticed them.
E comes to my rescue. Sort of. "Would you like to sit on my face?" he inquires, very politely, as if he were offering me a helping of scallops or something. At least it's a change of pace. I haven't sat on a good face for a while, oral sex is not my thing, especially when there are so many real toys for a girl to play with. So I put R's hand back where it belongs, and proceed to straddle Mr. E.
I used to think I liked oral sex only with women. I had this idea they were the only ones who really knew their business. And they do. But over time I have seen that the men I meet are pretty good at it too. And contrary to many womens' thoughts, I find guys like giving women oral. In fact you have to beat them away sometimes. But when I'm with guys, I like the Home Invasion ticket. The Heavy Artillery. This evening I make an exception.
As we play away at this, I am wondering what D is getting up to in the next room. Our host A goes and stands in the doorway, so he can watch the action in both rooms now and give me a good blow by blow account. "Well, your guy D is now on his back, and he's getting fucked good by S...and yes, it's quite a sight." I concur that it probably is. I am a little annoyed that I cannot witness D being the bottom he generally likes to be in these situations.
But that is for another party. Did we leave happy? We certainly did. D was happy, I was happy. Anytime you can enjoy oral sex, get fisted, fucked, diddled and face sit, I guess you've had a successful party.
Alright, so I left out sodomy. Next time, promise.
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At those times, he can appreciate the fact I used to cycle 200 miles a week on a bike. I think it helps stretch out a woman's lips. But I don't know that Bicycling Magazine will conduct a survey anytime soon of the female cyclists out there to support my theory. Give them a little more time on this one.
"Have you ever shaved yourself," R asks me. "They would look great if we could see them." I get this sometimes, but my answer is always the same. I love "au naturel." I'm funny that way, I don't shave my bush, but I do shave my legs. Again, that's a cycling thing, because shaved legs hold a massage better, and if you take a spill, the abrasions heal faster without hair in the way. My underarms I don't shave, I don't like the razor feel there. But I do trim the hair with scissors, mostly down to nothing. So it's not like I have a thing about wanting tons of hair. I just don't want to be bald THERE.
I let my very first girlfriend, in London, talk me into letting her shave me. After all, she WAS my first girl, and you do stupid things like that when it's your first time. It looked really odd, I thought. But it felt even worse. It itched when it grew back, and I could swear it felt colder down there in the London temperatures we were having then. After that one time, I never repeated the experiment.
But anyways, here I am with yet another guy who wants to trim my sails. R is going ga-ga over my lips, he can't keep his hand away from stroking them lightly. The way you see Latin guys sometimes, freely putting their hands over their crotches. Just to keep them warm? To make sure they're still there? I thought this was pretty amusing when I first noticed them.
E comes to my rescue. Sort of. "Would you like to sit on my face?" he inquires, very politely, as if he were offering me a helping of scallops or something. At least it's a change of pace. I haven't sat on a good face for a while, oral sex is not my thing, especially when there are so many real toys for a girl to play with. So I put R's hand back where it belongs, and proceed to straddle Mr. E.
I used to think I liked oral sex only with women. I had this idea they were the only ones who really knew their business. And they do. But over time I have seen that the men I meet are pretty good at it too. And contrary to many womens' thoughts, I find guys like giving women oral. In fact you have to beat them away sometimes. But when I'm with guys, I like the Home Invasion ticket. The Heavy Artillery. This evening I make an exception.
As we play away at this, I am wondering what D is getting up to in the next room. Our host A goes and stands in the doorway, so he can watch the action in both rooms now and give me a good blow by blow account. "Well, your guy D is now on his back, and he's getting fucked good by S...and yes, it's quite a sight." I concur that it probably is. I am a little annoyed that I cannot witness D being the bottom he generally likes to be in these situations.
But that is for another party. Did we leave happy? We certainly did. D was happy, I was happy. Anytime you can enjoy oral sex, get fisted, fucked, diddled and face sit, I guess you've had a successful party.
Alright, so I left out sodomy. Next time, promise.
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