Week in Review

What did I do this week?

Traveller - This was the week we had been planning on finally have a face-to-face. I was really excited about it a few weeks ago but now I wasn't. We talked on Monday about a hotel rendezvous on Thursday. We were supposed to confirm the next day but it never happened. He emailed me on Thursday asking if we were still on. No dice. I figured it was off and had made new plans. Maybe we'll try again, maybe not.

BizMan - I can't believe I never got around to mentioning this guy. We met on AM [sigh] and had some really good emails going back and forth. We decided to meet for coffee and then I remember I had not seen a picture of him yet. He was so personable that I overlooked it. So I asked for one. He sent me three and no thanks. I'm not huge on looks but I couldn't let this slide. He wasn't "ugly" just not the "older gentleman" type look I'm going for. Plus, his kid was in one of his pictures. Seriously, men! Get a clue! I do not want to see the child that came from the vagina of the only woman your dick is supposed to be in. No exceptions. Maybe on a dating site you can go for the whole sweet and fatherly approach. I let him down gentlely with my typical closer... I'm seeing someone else and want to be committed to them... blah, blah.

The Doc - What?! I know. Punch me, internet. All I want is some consistent fucking on a regular basis. I made a list of my expectations, his obligations, etc. He came back with an acceptable plan of attack. He's on vaycay for over a week now so maybe I'll have come to my senses when he gets back.

R2 - We didn't ignore each other in class for once. We had a good chat. I may not have come off too well as I admitted to knowing it was his birthday from facebook and then I beat him by at least 10% on an assignment we got back.

myValentine - I like his game. If I was a man I think I'd go with his strategy. I'm not sure what it is about it. Like this text for instance:

How do you spell your last name? I'm updating my phonebook. You made it in, you must be excited.

We might meet up tonight... we'll see how I feel.


I hope that wasn't too confusing for all those non-regular reader folk. I plan to make up a "What the Hell Am I Talking About" summary soon. TGIF kiddos!

"Wait! What About My Porn?"

When I came back from a bar with a girlfriend the other night we crawled in to bed and she wanted to watch a DVD. I was too far-gone to operate electronics so stealthily removing my porn was not an option. She was going to see it anyway so I decided to be open about it by mumbling things like: Take my porn out first. Make sure you put it in the case! Put it in the case! You got to take my porn out first. My porn, my porn, the case, the case... I found it the next morning face up on my desk. That was a good thing as the case is in my 'naughty drawer'. It must have been awkward enough handling my porn so I'm glad she didn't have to dig through my vibes and copious amounts of condoms*.

Speaking of porn and DVDs, I really need to get one of those universal remotes. I recently got a new TV and DVD player instead of a combo set and I'm not used to handling two separate remotes. I had my old one down pat and could jump scenes, pause, mute and fast forward like a pro. Now, I'm one of those squinty-techno-illiterate people that you want to slap for being so inefficient... except I'm naked. And on second thought, you can slap me.


*I bought a bunch one sad, lonely day in hopes that the scent would lure hot men back to my car... fail.

Wham, Bam, Thanks For The Food, Man!

I made a new friend this week. One that I could discuss matters of a sexual nature to! That’s a girl! I was quite excited until I learned that like most girls, she cannot keep her gossiping mouth shut. She’s a friend of a friend so I don’t think word got too far but it still bothers me. This comes in to play with myValentine because she has a thing for myValentine’s friend.

They complicated matters for a strictly sexual partnership with myValentine because they wanted to double date and all this shit. There was a big awkward circle of gossip going around about what myValentine and I did in his truck, what I thought about him, etc…

myValentine is a big time player. He literally adds 10 new girls to his facebook every day. I’m not sure what’s so appealing about him though. He’s hot, semi-charming and definitely only wants sex. I would have thought his sleazy personality would turn girls away but it works! Yes, his fingers have skill because of all the lady action he’s had. Shouldn’t that be a turn off? He’s probably a carrier of a multitude of diseases. He also probably cackles to himself with all the pussy he pulls. I might be overestimating his sex life but he honestly seems like that kind of guy. I'll say his shotgun approach only hits 30% but I could be way off.

All of this considered, I still want to fuck him… under one condition: he gets me off first.

We hung out on Thursday. I went over to his house where he was simply hanging out with a friend in lazy man clothes. After some brief small talk we headed to the couch and made out. We relocated to another room and I lost my shirt. He starts to take off my pants and—Hold on champ, I’ve got some bad fucking news. Yup, my vag was bleeding. [This is a problem I frequently have. How can it be brought up in conversation properly when planning meetings? I could have just postponed hooking up but I had to test him out sober anyway.] I did discover the magic trick to this man. All I have to do is rest his cock against my face and look him in the eye and he melts.

After all was done he cooked up a snack and then I split. Fucking ideal, eh! Wham, bam, thanks for the food, man. I like that he’s strictly business. That’s what I need right now, no fucking drama. I’ll be happy once my new girlfriend goes back to her town and stops stirring things up.

We’ll see what happens. I’m not going to actively pursue but I won’t be completely uninterested if called upon.

Sugasm #159

I love Sugasm! It's basically a super cool list of sex blog links for the week by category. I've followed it for a while so I finally decided to throw in a link of my own. On a side note, there is drama brewing with myValentine. I'll write something up when I know what's what.

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The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #160? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
The Annual Anti-Valentine’s Day Posting: 2009 Edition
“Ahh, Valentine’s Day. Sigh.”

Exposed
“We talk a lot about putting me on display, and it was even more intense in reality as it has been in fantasy.”

Yes
“At the edge of the precipice, my nerves rippling with electricity, I tumbled down into you”

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Compassion: A Call From Baghdad

Editor’s Choice
Stairwell

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See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Valentine’s Day

I went out on Valentine’s Day with no intent to hook up at all. My goal was simply to show off my bod, get drunk and dance. I sported my whore dress. Short, black, tight and shows excessive cleavage. I know it screams prostitute but I covered up the top with a jacket to try to tone it down. I don’t think it helped because now this dress is 2/2 in luring cock.

Let’s just say I ended up in a truck in the parking lot behind the bar with something in my mouth.

myValentine* had fingers that were quite dexterous (maybe even better than mine!) and I believe he could get the job done under proper circumstances. Not only that but he was respectful of my limits and genuinely tried to get me off. He asked questions and tried to work it out. He didn’t take “no man has ever gotten me off” as a free pass to give up but as a challenge. What kind of a drunk man does this… especially considering he had already blown. Maybe I just have low expectations of the male species [sorry, guys!].

We’ve now thoroughly creeped each other’s facebook profiles and we’re both game for round two later this week. This has potential to become a nice casual arrangement. I’ll try to not get my hopes up. Oh, how I long for a consistent piece of ass.


*Java naming convention not a typo. I can be a dork.

Something In Your Mouth

Let me start off by saying I hate the musical stylings of Nickelback. I'm not sure how far their reach outside of Canada is but they're "popular" enough here. Despite my hatred I love their song 'Something In Your Mouth'.

You're ripping up the dance floor honey
You shake your ass around for everyone
I love the way you dance with anybody
And tease them all by sucking on your thumb

You're so much cooler when you never pull it out
'Cause you look so much cuter with something in your mouth

I love this unsubtle metaphor and you know why.

A Change of Heart

I thought I’d be writing a post today begging someone to put me out of my sexual misery. I’ve been unbearably horny the past two weeks (ie: getting off at least once every day for 2 weeks has not helped at all). Out of no where I got an invite from R2 and friend late Saturday night to hang out and toke. How could a lascivious lady like me refuse such an offer? Just to make him go out of his way for me, I had him play chauffer and drive the 20 minutes to pick me up. We lit up and fun was had by all.

Once R2’s friend departed it was time for bed. R2 told me that one of his roommates was really anal and “didn’t like anyone sleeping on the couch so I’d have to sleep in his room.” Sure pal, if that’s what you need to say to lure me upstairs, go for it.

He had been playing it completely calm, friendly and platonic up until now. I wasn’t sure if he was going to make a move at all. Yet as soon as he closes the bedroom door he pounces. He gets this intense, hungry look in his eye that drives me wild. I don’t think my clothes have ever come off so fast.

His cock is beautiful. The length, the hardness, the slight bend…

I teased the fuck out of him. I had not had a cock in my hands or mouth for a month (read: an eternity). There was no way I was going to do a rush job. He’d beg me to stop because he didn’t want to cum yet. Little did he know, I planned on dragging this out for as long as possible. He repeatedly put a condom in my hand and I’d place it on his stomach and carry on (I needed two hands after all). Eventually even I couldn’t take it anymore and demanded he fuck me. I fucked him back at a good click but he pleaded I go slow because he wasn’t going to last. I didn’t listen.

After a couple hours of sleep we went at it again. Will my lust for cock ever die? I managed to get in to a super cozy position on my side, straddling his leg, ideal for an extended oral session. He has the hottest facial expressions I’ve seen in a while. I don’t look up from my work to bat my eyes and turn you on; I do it because it’s hot to watch your face. He didn’t last long when we fucked again but I’ll forgive. My goal was to perform a Kiera-quality suck and that’s what I did.

At one point he asked me if I have ever had sex on campus. No. Would I like to? Yes please.

A New Use for Ashley Madison

I was in a sleepy daze when I received some texts on my phone this morning. You know the type; you only half read them, get mad at the sender for disrupting your sleep and toss your phone away only to be buried in your blankets. Later I was in the shower, lathering up my hair, thinking about an upcoming exam—wait a second! Did I dream those texts? Did the man from Ashley that I bailed on the other week actually just ask me to bring classmates to his job fair? His business, in the same industry that I’m studying, is starting a new branch in my city and he’s looking for students and wants me to tell all my pals.

What the fuck was he thinking? He has my phone number for one reason: to make plans to get down and dirty. We had the talk about being discreet with phone usage. I’ll even say a message like that is as unwelcome and as startling as an unsolicited ass grab by a stranger. There’s a time and place for both but with the right prelude.

Men take note: Ashley Madison doubles as an employment networking agency. Not only can you address your extramarital sexual desires but your corporate staffing needs!

A Bossy Blowjob

I think I’ve been watching too much porn lately. Specifically blow jobs. I’m usually easygoing about it and don't mind watching different techniques but seriously, some of these girls need to get a clue. I've been getting really bossy and I just want to order them about.

Quit fucking around and suck it.
Don’t touch his legs like that.
Look at him.
Take it deeper.
Spit on it. It’s not slick enough.
Slower.
Don’t be such a camera whore and do your fucking job.
You have an entire face, use it.
Look at me.
You better not ignore his balls. There you go!
Don't be so neat about it.
Look at the cock in front of you.
Hey! He shouldn’t have to jerk himself, you have hands.
Don’t cheat. Deeper, I know you can.
Faster.
Keep your eyes open.
Don't wince.
You know what's coming and love it.
Don’t just sit there open-mouthed and doe-eyed with cum on your face.
Clean the cock then clean your face.

Sigh. I really need to blow someone.

Long Overdue

You can say it: I told you so.

• The Doc and I made plans on Wednesday to hang out on Saturday if he got back in to town on time.
• We confirmed on Saturday 3 hours before the meet with an expectation for me to call before I left.
• I get myself ready.
  
• As I put on my coat with my phone in hand, I received a text.
• To sum it up: I can’t hang out, but I’m not ditching you.
• I asked if it’s a delay or a cancel.
• I think it over and don’t wait any longer for a response.
• I told him he was a consistent disappointment, it was a fucked idea, to forget it and have a lovely time.
• He told me to grow up.

I wanted to see him in hopes that I’d remember he was an idiot. I was looking for a reaffirmation that he was a waste of my time. I needed to know I made a good choice in December. Now I am certain I did. I wish I didn’t have to book off a Saturday night and groom myself for nothing. I’ll admit I was a bit upset at the time but I’m good. I got rid of everything relating to him, as spazzy as that may sound. I deleted chat logs (I never do. I have them from 4 years back), all texts still in my phone to/from him, his phone number, email address, everything. Well everything but the video we made. I’m not sure what to do about that. I can’t just delete it… so I buried it deep in some folders so I won't stumble upon it.

It’s a relief to have it completely done and over with. I knew in December I would talk to him again and that it was just a matter of time. There is nothing he could do to lure me back now [aside from a large sum of cash].

Oh, after some lurking on facebook I figure that R2 bailed because he has some new fling “overseas.” They leave each other cutesy messages with hearts and smiley faces. Vomit.

Have a happy Monday! :) <3