Resolutions...a Little Early

I should be working on Howie's Christmas present, cleaning the house or doing something productive. But there is something I need to blurt out before I get back to the to-do list.

For an unconventional relationship, Howie and I function fairly well. We live a plane flight away from each other, but usually manage to keep our relationship sexy and exciting through texting or talking daily and seeing each other on a semi-regular basis. The one biggest challenge between us is my jealousy and insecurity.

In a lot of ways, this is the worst time of the year for me. Because of my job, I've barely seen sunlight since September, which I know has an impact on my mood. I don't celebrate Christmas, and it's hard for me to get into the holiday spirit when I don't have anything to celebrate. Christmas parties are fun, but then comes the letdown of being the Jewish kid eating Chinese food and watching movies on Christmas.

The other worst part of the season for me are actually the Christmas parties. I start dreading this time of year around Thanksgiving because I know that there are many parties coming up, none of which we will be attending together. A few years ago, probably before I started really caring about him so much, Howie and I had a quickie in the car before I headed off to the airport and he headed off to a party. A parting though was that he wouldn't be hooking up with anyone else because he had just had sex with me. At the time, that sentiment made more sense. Nowadays, we don't have a monogamy commitment, but have an understanding that we aren't going to go off and have random sex with someone else. At the time he had that thought, it probably was realistic because we weren't as emotionally committed to each other then, our deeper emotional connection is something that has come with time.

But, with my crazy girl brain, I stored that piece of meaningless knowledge away for years, along with a few other similar sentiments (and I know I'm not guilt-free in saying hurtful things, I absolutely say things without meaning to). We've even talked about how him saying that made me feel, and I know that our friendship is so important to both of us that throwing it away for some meaningless ass would be a big waste. He's also repeated teenage girl rhetoric at me about a man that cheats on you isn't worth your time. Which in my 30s I should clearly believe.

I should also throw in here that Howie has no such worries. I don't want to hypothesize on his thought process, but I know he trusts me to be a sane adult, and to tell him if I am involved with someone else.

Now back to crazy girl brain. Knowing that I am insecure and jealous, I've tried really hard to watch what I said over the last few weeks and I truly do believe that there is no cheating going on anywhere. But on Friday, I snapped. And the words were like a train wreck coming out of my mouth. I'm not going to go into the specifics of what were said, but it started with me asking him to call me on his way home and him telling me he'd text since it would probably be late (and I have the cough of doom and have spent days passed out on my couch). Totally a reasonable answer, but crazy girl brain took it to mean that he didn't want to talk and/or would be too busy getting his cock sucked by someone else. And it all went downhill from there, culminating in jealousy that he was dancing with other girls while I watched reruns of bad cooking shows and coughed (very attractively, of course) while whining about never being taken dancing. Which I also decided to continue into Saturday morning.

I'd like to think that crazy girl brain has gotten better over the last few years, but really I'm not so sure. I think I'm just more aware of what I said, and the collateral damage that I leave behind.

Every year, Howie and I come up with a New Year's resolution together. We've tossed around a few ideas for this year, but haven't yet picked one. He, however, has a list of personal resolutions a mile long, while my only response to the question was "mehhhhhhhh." I've decided that this is my personal resolution for the year: I'm going to work on my jealousy and insecurity issues. I know I'm a smart, cute and funny woman, but I sometimes lose faith in myself and take it out unnecessarily on those closest to me.

So, I'll end this long rambling post with a public apologize to Howie. He puts up with a lot of crap from me, and is a really good friend for doing so. And I look forward to another year of making (or breaking) our joint resolution together.

Rape Fantasy

So I'll start this off by saying that the ONLY way I'd explore a rape fantasy is with someone I trust completely. I once pushed my comfort levels with a past partner and was tied up and fucked when I wasn't necessarily comfortable with the situation. Howie is someone that I've known for years, and as I talked about in my Sexual Boundaries post, I know that he would stop well before anything got out of hand or I was physically or emotionally hurt.

The other day Howie and I were talking about some drama and something being like a soap opera and he sent me the following texts (slightly grammatically cleaned up): Oooo can it be one of those latin soap operas where you and I have a fight!? You slap me across the face, and I grab you and pull you in for a passionate kiss? You try to fight me off but you give in begrudgingly, because you are still pissed at me. You are still pissed, but your soaking wet pussy betrays you and allows me to have my way. Then I betray your pussy and bend you over a table, pull up your skirt and begin to rape your ass.

He quickly followed it up by saying: Well, I guess that is more rape than soap opera, but you know what I mean. 

My first reaction probably wasn't the same as most people's would be, I thought about the fact that I would never hit him. I love a good smacking and some pinches, but I don't think I could ever hit him more than a playful swat on the ass.

To me, this is more of a fight fantasy than a rape fantasy, even if it did include nonconsensual sex. This scenario would absolutely be high up on my list, but I think that my rape fantasy would be slightly different. For one, I wouldn't want him fucking my ass like that- getting my ass fucked leaves me feeling emotionally raw, and I wouldn't want it to happen with any anger, even fake anger, as part of the scenario. I'd also want it to have more of an element of surprise than the outcome of a fight. Maybe have him lurking around my bedroom when I come home from work and don't expect him, or to have him pop up outside my house and drag me inside. The best part would be having him bend me over the table and hold me down as he fucked me, without being able to move or have any control. 

I've listened to a number of podcasts about playing out this type of scenario, and know that it all has to be well planned out ahead of time. Dan Savage had some very sage advice in a podcast that I listened to a few years ago and wish I had kept. I wouldn't want Howie to appear and blindfold me without letting me know who was doing it. But planning out the scenario and then having it happen at a date of his choosing would be perfect. The anticipation of knowing that the fantasy is eminent would keep me in a heightened state of awareness, possibly for weeks.

Has anyone else ever thought about being raped like this by someone that they love and trust? Is it something too dangerous to even consider? 

Wrapped

I try to give Howie a homemade and/or personal present every year for Christmas and his birthday. Some years have been better than others...last birthday was an epic failure with some 'pornigami' that turned into a few scrappy cat faces and a heart. I turned to alcohol after several hours attempting to make a pussy and failing miserably every time. Better received presents include a set of handmade (and relationship appropriate) sex coupons and list of memories: one for every year he had been alive.

 

I'm sure he'll read this eventually, but I'm struggling with what to make him this year. I tried out my new vibrator last night, and it is so stellar that I'm not sure what I can and should give him. Cookies or a mix tape just seem so inadequate after a present that will keep on giving for a long while to come. Or cum. Heh.

 

I know already what Howie is going to say after he reads this. That I don't need to give him a present and that he's happy that he is able to give me something that I'll enjoy, and that we will probably enjoy together at some point. I could always buy him a gift card or a shirt or one of the other random presents that you buy people, but I really like presents with some thought and creativity behind them.

 

So, my readers, what are some of the best presents that you've given to a lover or significant other? Anything from a handmade and crafty gife to a trip around the world or some amazing piece of art that you hang in your house and look at every day. I'm excited for your inputs!

Shopping Trip

Howie and I are going to go through a period where we won't see each other very often over the next few months. To ease the pain, he offered to buy me a toy as a holiday present. After a little prodding at the cost, I accepted. The other part of the deal was me going to buy the toy, since we won't be seeing each other for a few weeks.

I have a love/hate relationship with sex toys. I started off with cheaper, and plastic-y smelling, toys before I knew any better. An old boyfriend bought me one of my first toys: a giant smelly rabbit which just felt uncomfortable inside of me. I usually get myself off quickly and easily just playing with my clit when I'm alone, and it seemed like such an effort to play with the toy since I could cum faster with my fingers.

From there, I regressed to a smaller bullet vibe for my clit, which I loved for a long time, but eventually started to feel boring. My sex life was getting so interesting and having a tiny vibe just didn't fit the rest of the picture.

I did some experimenting over the next few years, including a really nice g-spot vibe, a smaller silicon dildo and eventually bought a beautiful glass dildo that was more artwork than sex toy. Howie and I enjoyed using it for temperature play, but the glass was so unforgiving inside my body. We've also included some anal toys into our collection over the past year or so, but those are stories for another time.

Anyways, back to my shopping trip. Within 24 hours of Howie making the offer, I was gleefully driving down to my local 'couples shop'. It took me about a year and a half after living here to find this shop, but it is really terrific. It is one part BDSM and kinky toys and equipment, another part toys for men, has a huge selection of lubes and condoms, sexy outfits and sex toys ranging from very cheap to very expensive. My first shopping trip to the store a few months back included a few girlfriends who grew up going to Catholic school, and only now are becoming interested in exploring their sexuality. I spent about two hours walking all over the store with them explaining different toys and hearing their shocks of horror (while I giggled behind my hands) over toys that I've enjoyed playing with in the past.

When I arrived, I knew exactly where to head in the store because of the amount of time I've spent there. There is one small area with the more expensive vibes, and I had my eye set on one of three brands: Lelo, We-Vibe and one other one that I can't remember the name of, but also looked and smelled good. I decided against the We-Vibe because it seems the most useful during partner play, and this is a toy all about me! It came down to the nameless vibe and the Lelo. After touching both materials for at least 10 minutes, I decided to go towards Lelo.

Then came the tricky party: which type to choose. I knew I wanted something for penetration, but then got stuck between a g-spot or a larger vibe. Howie and I have been spending a lot of time on my g-spot recently because I REALLY want to be able to squirt, but I don't think I'll spend that much time practicing on my own. In the end, I decided that I wanted something to make up for all the cock that I'll be missing and decided to go with the larger one.

I chatted with another knowledgeable saleswoman on my way out, and also came away with a bottle of System Jo brand warming lube and another small bottle of pineapple flavored lube. I love the smell and taste of cock, but sometimes it's fun to make my very own pina colada flavored snack. I've used a little bit of Jo lube before, and really enjoy how smooth it is and how it doesn't leave any sticky feeling behind.

I haven't been able to try any of my new purchases out yet, but know that I'll be doing so very soon. And I'll let you all know how it goes after I do!

More Headaches and Best Sex

Ninety nice percent of the time I am happy with my life. I enjoy and am challenged by my 'real' job and I have amazing friends and family. I live alone and am not in a serious relationship more by choice than anything else. Howie and I spend a decent amount of time together, and the fact that it isn't a regular occurrence makes it that much more special. So, with that said, I'm going to whine for a very short period of time, and then go back to my normal cheery (and horny) self.

Nights like last night are one of the few nights when I don't want to be home alone. After driving 800 miles to visit family, and participating in some of the requisite family drama, I was only too pleased to get back to my quiet little apartment. Until I stopped the car and realized that it still felt like the car was still moving. And it still felt like that an hour later.

I got into bed and thought back to the time I had a migraine and Howie made me cum so I would feel better. I tried to make myself get off to see if that would help. And after four nights of sleeping in a single bed with someone else in the same room, you'd think it would be a two minute orgasm! Instead, I laid there and felt more and more gross. Until I fell asleep at 9:15.

This morning I woke up headache-free, read some smut (complete with missing orgasm) and then continued on my way. And I wouldn't have have thought to mention my angst until the NY Post article Nobody Marries Their Best Sex Ever popped up in my twitter feed.

Most of my last few partners have been great sex. Howie, who I know I don't have a serious future with, is by far the best. What makes us great together is the amount of time we've spent learning what we like and what we want together. The one partner that wasn't that great was someone I could have seen a future with in other parts of my life, but would have forced me to spend a lot of time hiding out with a hitachi wand.

The article discusses how kids play a factor in the 'good sex' versus 'ok sex' with a partner decision: the more passionate your sex life is, the less stable other parts of your life may be. I know that I'm not planning to have children at this stage in my life, but am still open to the idea of finding someone to settle down with (although it isn't my life goal). I'm willing and able to take care of myself, and expect someone that I get into a serious relationship with to be able to do the same, knowing that there is always some give and take in any relationship.

So I guess my question is this: do I automatically rule out an amazing sex partner as a longterm life partner? Would I rather have someone who would do the laundry or someone who will rub my clit and give me an orgasm to make my migraine go away (or fuck me on the beach for that matter)? Is there a compromise between the two? I have friends who are all over the map, from happy and adventurous, to unhappy and unadventurous.

I don't think these are questions that I'm necessarily ready to answer right now, but something to keep in the back of my mind over the next few years. And I'm also curious to hear anyone else's opinion on the topic.

50 Shades of ....

Let me start this off by saying I am not a big fan of the "Fifty Shades of Gray" books. Beyond the author's mediocre grasp of the English language and improper use of grammar, she lost me when Ana deep throated a cock the first time she ever gave head and absolutely loved the experience. I don't have a single friend who loved cock-sucking from the first time and was also that great at it from the beginning. It's an art for most people, something that is grown into with time and a good partner.

But that isn't the topic of this post!

Beyond sex, another of my top five activities is cooking. I adore reading cooking magazines, cooking blogs and cooking for friends and family. I start looking forward to Thanksgiving (and any other cooking holiday) at least a month ahead of time.

To my delight and surprise, I came across a twitter mention of a book called "Fifty Shades of Chicken" a few weeks ago. I started following the author's twitter feed (@50ShadesChicken) and started enjoying the author's witty 'food erotica' tweets. I've never seen anything else that combined these two topics together so well. I haven't had a chance to buy the book yet, but I'm sure it'll be delivered in a package really soon.

What intrigues me the most about reading the book will be if I can actually pull off making erotic meals. Food is so often the beginning of a romantic evening, and I've planned many meals with sex as the ultimate goal. The tastes, colors and textures can all lead to something special, ranging from a bowl of pasta and a simple salad to Julia Child's Boeuf Bourguignon. Stay tuned as I try to share some food experimentation with you.

The Pagoda

Howie and I don't often have time to ourselves. We work long hours while traveling, and generally socialize with co-workers at the end of the day. We managed to find a few hours to ourselves one evening a few weeks ago and slipped away for dinner and a drive.

Naturally, it only took a few miles before I took his cock out of his pants and I tried to launch myself over the center console for a taste. The angle wasn't that great (and I was trying to navigate), so he had to make do with a hand job. I tried to make up for the lack of blow job by licking my hand every few minutes to make his cock nice and wet.

I assumed our fun was over once we pulled off the interstate and was trying to compose myself when I inadvertently gave him bad directions. We pulled into a seedy motel parking lot to turn around and somehow ended up behind the motel, hidden from the four lane road that we had pulled off of. Howie suddenly slammed on the brakes and put the car in park. It didn't take long before my feet were on the dashboard, my panties slipped to the side and one of his fingers inside me while another played with my clit. I was already excited from playing with his cock and relished the feeling of his finger inside me. He grabbed one of my breasts and started twisting my nipple, which caused my pussy to clench down on his finger with a screaming orgasm. I tried to hop over the large SUV console to get to his cock, but he grabbed my hair and pulled me back in my seat. "Let's save that for later" he whispered in my ear.

Dinner conversation focused on two things: gossiping about co-workers (which I know none of you want to be bored with) and sex. My hotel room for the past few weeks had a balcony that overlooked a river with a fishing pier shaped like a pagoda. I had mentioned at least 10 or 12 times how "romantic" the pier looked and how much fun it would be to go visit it at night. I managed to throw it into the conversation again, and we hatched a plan to head there immediately following dinner.

Although not too far from the city, the pagoda was quiet and secluded enough to be a good place for a quick tryst. We held hands and walked down the wooden dock to the building. We were disappointed as we got closer to see that the main building was lit with a set of bright florescent bulbs. Further investigation showed another long pier heading off of one side and we quickly headed in that direction.

Without ceremony, Howie pushed me to my knees and released his cock from his pants. I was finally able to get the taste I had been looking for since we left work, and quickly sucked him down. The warm sweet breeze began blowing my hair around, and he grabbed a handful of hair as he pushed my mouth farther down his shaft. I released him for a breath and began licking around his cock head and up and down the shaft towards his balls. After a few more times taking his cock as far into my mouth as I could, I stood up and leaned over the railing at the edge of the dock. Howie leaned over me and ground his cock into my ass through my skirt. We could see our shimmering reflections in the water and the moon on the other side of the river.

He reached around to pull my panties off and shoved them in his jacket pocket. My pussy was dripping from the excitement of the situation and I didn't need any foreplay. I spread my legs, stood on my tiptoes and balanced myself on the railing. I could feel the softness of the breeze contrasting with the harness of his cock as he took me roughly from behind. It took a few thrusts before we got our balance and rhythm down, but Howie soon grasped the railing around me and continued having his way with me. A police car raced by on the road a few hundred feet away, but all I could focus on was the tip of his cock rubbing against my g-spot.

Howie's lips found my neck and bit down. I was cumming all over his cock after a few good bites, with my moans being carried away by the breeze. It only took a few more minutes before he joined me, and filled me with huge jets of cum.

We stayed the way we were for a minute or two before untangling from the side of the pier. As soon as Howie pulled his cock out of a me, a huge glob of cum started rolling down my leg and I quickly pulled my panties back on to stop the flow. I could feel more cum dripping down as we walked back down the dock towards the car, giggling about another spot we could cross off of our sexual bucket list. Although the whole experience couldn't have lasted more than 10 or 15 minutes, I know it is something that I'll never forget.

Sexual Boundaries

I apologize for my long absence! I was away on an extended work trip...which included a lot of hot sex that will take me a while to catch you all up on.

Before I get back to the down and dirty later this week, I want to talk about something that has been on my mind recently: boundaries.

I love rough sex. Not super rough: I still like to be able to take back a little bit of control when the mood strikes me. And I prefer my pain coming from my partner, not from a whip or a flogger or clamps or another type of instrument. I wouldn't mind a whipping, but there is something about hand on body contact from a good spanking or pinching that really turns me on. Or, of course, getting fucked hard with no mercy.

Howie doesn't get off on pain quite like I do, but he'll happily participate since he knows how much it turns me on. A couple of years ago hurting me made him nervous, but now I think he likes it a little more. We came up with a safe word about six months ago when he started worrying about pushing me too hard. I've never come close to using it, especially because he's always worried about coming too close to my boundaries. All of this lulled me into a sense of complacency that a smack would never be too hard or his cock would never be shoved too far down my throat.

One of my strange (and a little bit guilty) pleasures in life is to have Howie rub a day or two of beard scruff all over my back and ass. It can come before sex as a turn on or after sex mixed with some lotion as a way to cool down. My skin starts to feel raw without lotion, and it's the perfect beginning of some super hot and dirty sex.

We started off like this a few weeks ago, and then Howie continued by biting his way down my back, my ass and then down my legs. He got down to my feet and gave me a huge bite on my arch before biting his way back up. At this point, I was face down, half writhing towards him and trying to push my pussy into his face, and half trying to escape his teeth. My pussy was dripping, and I was so ready for him to start licking me, or to have him shove his cock into me as far as he could. Suddenly, he bit down on my ass with all his might, to try to test my limits to some extent. I launched myself forward and shouted "owwww!" Usually, I'll whimper a bit, or tell him that something hurts, but there must have been something in my voice that let him realize how much of a surprise the hard bite was. He immediately started spooning me and kissing me, and held me close for a few minutes, before we went back to some much more gentle spoon fucking

I'm not sure why this unnerved me so much. Howie did exactly what he should have in the situation by making me feel safe and comfortable. I still love pain, and we went back to similar activities the next night. In fact, I'm hoping for a similar encounter this week. I think I'm more embarrassed with myself. I always thought that if my limits were reached, it would come from something much greater than a hard bite on the ass. Something along the lines of being tied up, blindfolded and whipped, or being denied orgasm for hours would have been my original guess. Another aspect of my reaction could be emotional. I was working 12 or 14 hour days, with little sunlight and mediocre eating habits. Combined with the unexpected bite, I could see this pushing me off a little ledge.

Thinking about this a little more, I appreciate the surprise. Part of what makes sex between us so fun and enjoyable is the unexpected. We never go into a session knowing exactly what to expect, but relish the experience as it unfolds. We may think that we are going to play with toys one night, but instead end up fucking on every piece of furniture in the room. Knowing that Howie will take care of me and make me feel safe after pushing past a boundary makes me more willing to approach those lines and possibly explore sex acts that we've only talked about in the past.

It also teaches me to take into account my general wellbeing when involved in somewhat non-vanilla sex. It isn't my partner's responsibility to know how I'm feeling both physically and emotionally, but mine. And I think that will lead to us having an even better sex life (if, of course, that's possible....)

Bucket List on the Beach

Last Friday, Howie and I checked another mark off of my bucket list. I've always wanted to fuck on the beach, but have never had the opportunity. There have either been people around, the weather hasn't been right, or we haven't figured out a way to fuck without getting sand in inappropriate places. This time, we came prepared. I wore a short skirt and a shirt with easy access to my tits. He wore a pair of shorts that could easily slide down and free his cock.

After a few beers at a local beach bar with some friends, we feigned exhaustion and need for sleep, but instead, ran back to the car to grab a sheet and then down the narrow pathways to the beach. Although the moon wasn't very bright, we made our way into the dunes, weaving between beach grass, until we found a secluded spot between some dunes.

He reached down to pull my face in for a kiss as I wrapped my arms around him. We kissed passionately for several minutes, until I got to my knees and freed his cock from his shorts and boxers.  I gently licked up and down his cock, letting the combination of the cool breeze help with stimulation. The sand held my knees steady, as I held onto his ass with my hands and began sucking his cock in and out of my mouth.

Soon, he threw me back on the sheet, ripped off my panties, and began biting his way up my thighs, knowing that all I really wanted was to feel him feasting on my pussy. As soon as his mouth made it to my clit, I held his head close and bucked towards his face. It didn't long for me to orgasm while looking up at the stars.

Still coming down from my orgasm, he quickly slid his shorts to his knees, laid between my legs missionary style and slammed his hard cock inside of me. The sound of the waves and the crickets around us hid our groans, which I knew were definitely louder than normal. The combination of several beers and the riskiness of our location was putting me over the edge. He leaned down to kiss me, and twisted my nipples in his hands. Sometimes I'll cum just from getting my nipples squeezed and pinched hard, and being thrust full of cock and having them twisted quickly put me over the edge again.

We shifted position for him to fuck me from behind. Over and over again, he slammed into me, while I felt the sand rub on my already tender nipples. I imagined what would happen if some of the young college co-eds we had seen wandering the beach came upon us, and that only made me more excited. Would they giggle and run away? Would they call the cops? Would they try to join in? Terrorize us? The thread made me even more excited, and when he started smacking my ass and calling me a dirty slut, I quickly came again.

With me sated, we rolled over onto our backs to look up at the sky, with my pussy and his cock still out for all of the world to see. Our fucking had scared all of the clouds away, and we gazed up at the stars and tried to point out the ones we recognized, while I thought about how good his cock would continue to take.

Before long, I bent over his waist to take his semi-hard cock in my mouth. It didn't take long to get him completely hard. I continued to suck and to jerk him off with my saliva soaked hand, often following the rhythm he set by moving my head for me. I was rubbing his cock when his breath quickened and I heard him moan "baby, suck it in your mouth. You want all my cum, don't you"? I happily obliged and swallowed every drop of his cum, as he grunted loudly into the wind.

After a few more minutes of gazing up at the stars, we put on our clothes and straightened up to head back to the car. Only a short way away from our spot, the group of co-eds were running around with a flashlight.  Did they hear us? Did they enjoy the show? To me, that's all part of the allure of fucking somewhere like the beach.

Bare Down There

The other day I received a Yelp email titled 'Yelp's Hairless and Happy' that was all about waxing salons in my local area. My first thought at 5:30 in the morning was WTF? But then it turned out that the article focused on facial waxing from the women's perspective, but then threw in a paragraph about manscaping. I guess manscaping can also refer to the face, but that isn't exactly the first thing I though of. Nowhere in the article did it mention biking waxing or Brazilian waxing or anything related to naked pussies. Why is mentioning manscaping acceptable, but not pussy-scaping? And is there even a correct term for that? Even though the article didn't specifically call out pussy-scaping, 'hairless' is never something I think about when contemplating getting my eyebrows waxed, and there has to have been some type of innuendo in there.

I've a fan of a naked pussy, and go through periods when I shave and when I wax. Right now I'm going through more of a shaving period. I've never been super comfortable with going to the back of a nail salon or spending a fortune to go to a fancy place where I feel judged by someone I have trouble communicating with. For years I went to a woman who did waxing out of her house, who would go out of her way to distract me and not have me thing about both where she was working, as well as the pain. That spoiled me, and I've never been able to find someone who made the process into an almost enjoyable social experience.

I like my men manly. A little bit of manscaping is acceptable, but primarily so I can suck cock without getting a lot hair in my mouth. I think it might be a deal breaker if a guy that I was with went to someone else to have them take care of their pubic hair.

One thing that I do find very hot is the idea of having someone else shave me. I like the idea of putting my pussy's "life" into someone else that I trust's hands, and letting him shave me until I'm silky smooth. Ideally, it would happen near a shower, or in a shower, so that I could clean off and quickly shove his face into my pussy for a few orgasms.

It's All About the Attitude

Hi my name is Howie Liquor and today I am guest blogging for Candice... 

As you can guess that's not my real name, nor is Candice the name this blog's author.  It’s a nickname that I gave to my naughty lover because she is as sweet as Candy.  The "Goodhead" surname?  Well, you can probably figure out for yourself.  But in all actuality , she should really take the name "Greathead" because her oral talents are so much better than good, they're great! 

 But what makes some blow jobs great vice just good you may ask?  For most guys there is no such thing as "bad" head!  Hell, even when its bad, it's still pretty good. I mean, what could be bad about having your cock sucked by a soft tongue and nice wet mouth.  And let's face it guys, save the excessive use of teeth, most blow jobs are better than no blow jobs at all.  But there is a difference between a really great blow job and one that is not worth remembering.  That difference is attitude.

Most men love having their dick sucked.  While I did know one guy in college that didn’t,  it is very rare to find a guy that doesn’t like getting head. But what makes it even better is when the one sucking you really enjoys it themselves. The late George Carlin had a comedic bit where he waxed about the term "blow job."  He asked, why is it called a job? Isn't it fun sucking cock?  He joked, "it should be called a 'suck fun' instead."   He was right!  Having that agreeable attitude makes all the difference.

For Candice Goodhead, the act of fellatio is always a 'suck fun' and that's what makes it soooooo good!  I always laugh at the scene from Animal House where the sorority girl was giving the preppy frat boy a handy in his convertible and complained that her hand  was getting tired as she pulled off a  latex glove.  For many of us guys, we can relate to a sexual experience where our partner was merely going through the motions more as an obligation rather than the desire to get us off.   If they only realized that their half-hearted effort was the very thing that made it hard for us to truly get off in the first place!

Candy is never the reluctant fellatist.  She will always suck me whenever I desire (I am the recipient of her Morning Head).   And for a man, there is no better feeling.  Not only does she love to suck my cock, but she actually gets herself off when going down on me.  She loves to satisfy me. Seeing my arousal and excitement only gets her more aroused  thus creating a feedback loop that makes her only want to suck me deeper and longer.  It is her attitude and the desire to pleasure me that makes her so special.  Knowing that she wants to suck my cock and swallow my load only heightens the moment.  It's what makes Candice Goodhead, Candice Greathead "Goddess of the Suck Fun!"

In my next guest blog, I will address my penname...

Funny Sex Songs

When I think about music to fuck to, I usually think about more serious music. The other day I had my iPod on shuffle, and came across an oldie but goodie, and that brought on the topic for today's list. Every time I hear 'Discovery Channel' by Bloodhound Gang I think back to middle school, where I knew nothing about sex, but understood that there were a whole bunch of innuendos in the song that made all of the kids snicker. In honor of that, today's list is filled with songs that make me think of sex, but all I can do is giggle and bounce around when they come on the radio.

1) Discovery Channel - Bloodhound Gang

2) Whistle - Flo Rida

3) Peaches & Cream - 112

4) How May Licks - Lil Kim

5) Wait (The Whisper Song) Remix - Ying Yang Twins

6) Just Put It In My Mouth - Akinyele

7) My Neck, My Back - Khia

8) Circle Circle Dot Dot - Jamie Kennedy and Stu Stone

9) Fuck Her Gently - Tenacious D

10) Wet the Bed - Chris Brown

Migraine

About a year ago I got my first migraine. I didn't know what was happening to me when I started getting auras in front of my eyes, and spent about an hour covering first one eye and then the other. I suddenly got hit with a blinding headache and dragged myself up to bed, turned out all the lights and prepared to spend the night quietly moaning to myself in pain.

After about an hour, I felt someone get into bed with me and place a cool cloth over my head. I could barely speak and couldn't move my face at all, but he knew that touching me and distracting me would help me forget the feelings in my head.

He started at my breasts and rubbed and caressed first one, and then the other, occasionally leaning down to lick one of my nipples or circle his tongue around. I could feel myself relaxing, knowing that someone was paying such close attention to me and not expecting anything in return. He would trace from one side of my body to the other, not looking for anything in particular.

Soon he moved down to my belly and continued rubbing and soothing my skin. When I peeked open one eye, he was lying on his side in dim light staring at me and watching the movements of his hand. I asked him what he was doing, and his response was "learning all of your curves." Like most women, I'm self conscious about my imperfections. Looking up while feeling ill and realizing that someone doesn't care about those little details made me feel so cared about and beautiful.

He continued moving down my body, eventually reaching my pussy. We both groaned as he dipped one finger inside and realized how wet I already was. Using that wetness, he ran his finger all throughout my pussy; over my clit and over each and every fold. I wanted to cum so badly, but couldn't manage to get close without moving my face, which hurt my headache.

I reached over to grab his rock hard cock and gave it a few half-hearted strokes. I so badly wanted to put it in my mouth or pussy, but couldn't manage to make the effort. In a quiet voice he told me, "don't worry baby, this night is all about you and making you feel better."

He kept moving his finger over my clit gently again and again. My orgasm eventually managed to build and spilled over with a gush of wetness. With a sigh, I snuggled over into his chest, he flipped the cloth on my head over to the cool side, and wrapped his arms around me while lightly scratching my back.

In the morning I woke up refreshed and ready to face a new day.

Stripper Songs

I'm a slightly klutzy stripper, but every once in a while I still dress up and put on some fuck me pumps and dance. It usually only lasts a few minutes, but I've still created a stripper playlist over the years.

1) Undisclosed Desires - Muse
2) Only Girl (In the World) - Rihanna
3) More Human Than Human - Rob Zombie
4) Lovesong - The Cure
5) Animal - Neon Trees
6) S&M - Rihanna
7) Sex & Candy - Marcy Playground
8) Glory Box - Portishead
9) Sail - AWOLNATION
10) I Kissed a Girl - Katy Perry
11) Candy - Martin Sexton

What are some other good Saturday music lists? And I'm always up for new tunes!

Anal Toys

I now have an embarrassing number of sex toys. A lot of the time, I buy a toy, play with it a few times, and forget about it. There are a few that always come back when I'm in the mood, and I have one favorite type of toy: anal.

We started off our exploration into anal toys badly, and not listening to any good sex advice. Instead, we used a small vibrator without a flange base, but luckily with a small loop around the top so there weren't any trips to the emergency room for a missing toy. But both of us liked it up our ass so much, that we bought a set of anal beads and a small butt plug.

It always takes me a little while to get used to having something in my ass. As much as I relax and take deep breaths while a finger or a toy are pushed into me, it always feels a little awkward, although it never really hurts. I can truly relax once the toy is pushed in. We also discovered that lube is important, but, like everyone says, a little bit can go a long way.

I really enjoy the stretched out feeling in my ass while getting my pussy licked, or the feeling of having a finger inside me and being full from both holes. One of the best feelings is having a butt plug or a finger up my ass while fucking his face with him lying underneath on me. Having a full ass, a tongue licking across my pussy and clit, and being able to grind my clit into his face is amazing.

Another incredibly satisfying position is to be on my hands and knees like I'm about to get fucked doggy style, but instead to have anal beads in my ass and to have him fucking me with his fingers and hitting my g-spot.

I've discovered that I don't necessarily like the feeling of double penetration with toys. I often feel too full, or feel like I'm in danger of having either the toy or his cock slip out of me. It gives me too many things to think about and I stop enjoying the experience. However, one finger inside me while getting fucked is the perfect feeling, as long as the position and rhythm are correct. For me, one of the best ways to do that is through reverse cowgirl, and I can bounce and grind on his cock with a finger up my ass.

My next purchase is going to be a bigger plug. The plug we have now will sometimes pop out of my ass, which I recently learned from a Savage Love podcast is caused by being too relaxed. The more excited I get, the more relaxed I get. Usually the plug pops out when I get more and more excited, and the sudden emptiness in my ass takes away some of the pleasure.

One of my favorite sexual experiences, and a topic for many masturbation sessions, involve sticking things up his ass. But that is a blog post for another time...

Viral Video

I admit it, I'm a wanna be yogi. I also appreciate the female form, sensuous dancing and the occasional well-made porn. Well, maybe a little more than occasionally...

When the first Equinox yoga video came out earlier this year, I was torn with how to feel. The feminist part of me wanted to be shocked and appalled that an activity I love was being demonstrated by a woman in her underwear, especially with a man lying in a bed behind her. But at the same time, she was beautiful, confident, and teaching valuable yoga skills, even if she was sexualizing the experience. I never made a decision about how I felt, and eventually forgot about the video in general.

This video was posted today: Balancing Act on the Equinox website, of the same teacher with her new husband. All I have to say about it is, wow. The trust between the couple is amazing. I don't know of anyone I would trust to hold me up with just their feet while I contort my legs in the air, even after some drinks. They were able to make it look like a sensuous experience and demonstrate their bond even without making eye contact. I truly enjoyed the experience of watching them move together with such strength and grace. They may have been sexualizing yoga, but they were doing it in a way that showed strength and demonstrating challenging poses.

In contrast, videos like Diplo's Set it Off are visually, and somewhat sexually, appealing, but are too staged and practiced for me. I'd rather see a woman with her hair in a messy ponytail and minimal makeup than dressed to the nines with tons of makeup and stilettos. Plus, there is the added appeal of the couple using each other as props, rather than an inanimate object. Maybe growing up has something to do with it, but I get more of a thrill witnessing the connection between two beautiful people.

Reviews of 'Balancing Act' have been mixed. Some people are still scandalized by the idea of yoga in a bra in panties, while others really enjoyed the video. On the other hand, everything I can find about 'Set it Off' talks about how amazing the pole dancers are. The differences in each video's audience is very apparent after reading these reviews. I guess the yoga crowd still doesn't listen to techno or electronica!

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning is always filled with possibilities. Do I sleep the morning away? Do I wake up and go to the gym? Do I meet friends for breakfast? For this week, I'll share a peek of one good Sunday morning.

I woke up early and made coffee and snuck out to get the paper. The city is a different place entirely with all of her inhabitants still sleeping. I returned home, still dressed in leggings and one of his old t-shirts and with my hair piled in a messy knot at the top of my head. Soon the table is covered with newspaper bits, as I sat cross-legged at the table catching up on everything I missed over the past week.

Mornings like this are delightful on my own, but are made even better by a sleepy-eyed man walking out of the bedroom. He stopped to give me a kiss on the cheek and before wandering over to make his own cup of coffee and grab his own part of the paper.

We sat like that for a while, each of us engrossed in our reading. I didn't notice him stand up and move behind me, wrapping me in his arms and biting my neck. I reached my arms up to try to put them around his neck from behind, and he took the opportunity to grab my tits. He squeezed and pulled at my nipples, and I could feel the excitement build inside me, all interest in current events lost.

Sometimes I can cum from having my breasts stimulated, but I'm not sure that today is one of those days. I love the feeling of his hands, but I need more. I stood up from my chair and turned around to hold his face for a passionate kiss. After years of kissing, a deep kiss with him can still take my breath away and leave me desperate from more.

He lifted me up by my ass an put me down on the kitchen table, right in the middle of all of the papers. Taking an ankle in each hand, he alternated biting up my legs through my leggings, before rubbing his nose over my pussy. Desperate for more, I pulled my leggings and panties off, leaving my pussy inches from his face.

Still in a teasing mood, he returned to biting and licking everywhere but my pussy, leaving me gasping in agony. I tried to be patient, but it did not good. After a few minutes, I reached down and pulled him by his hair to where I wanted him. He sucked gently on my clit, pulling it from side to side and up and down. He could tell that I was getting close to cumming, and slid his hands under my ass, holding me firmly to his face. In seconds, I was holding onto the each of the table as the orgasm took over.

Without moving his face, he stuck a finger in my pussy to start stroking my g-spot. He started slowly, while still licking my clit gently, before sticking in a second finger, increasing his speed, and pressing down outside my pussy for increased pressure. I started shaking and soon sent a second stream of cum down his fingers.

I could feel him remove his hands from me, but with my eyes still closed enjoying the end of my orgasm, I couldn't tell what he was doing. All of a sudden, he shoved his cock as far into me as he could. We both groaned, enjoying the feeling of hard cock in wet pussy. I put my legs up on his shoulders and he slammed into me again and again. Before long, I was cumming again, bearing my pussy down on his cock.

He pulled out, and I slid off of the table. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bedroom, positioning me on my hands and needs at the edge of the bed. He pushed into me again, and I could feel his fingertips gripping my ass, as he pushed in and out. His movements got quicker and his moans got louder, and jets of cum filled my pussy.

Sweaty and covered with cum, he didn't want to make a mess of the sheets. I started to collapse on the bed, but he has other plans. He grabbed my arm and we ran towards the shower, cum starting to drip down my leg. We snuggled and washed up in the shower, before getting dressed and continuing on with our day.

Saturday Music to Fuck To

Every Saturday I'll post a selection of songs to fuck to. Please contribute selections of your own!

1) Skin - Rihanna
2) Only You - Portishead
3) Symphony 6: Fair Thee Well & the Requiem Mix - Emily Wells
4) High and Dry - Radiohead
5) Hysteria - Muse
6) Tear you Apart - She Wants Revenge
7) Lovesong - The Cure
8) Infinity - The xx
9) Breathe Me (Ulrich Schnauss Remix) - Sia
10) In Your Room - Depeche Mode

Once in a Blue Moon

We sat on my balcony, high above the ground, enjoying an after dinner drink. As an homage to the date, we are drinking Blue Moon beers. Blue Moons have always been a favorite of mine. Most of the time, two drinks will go to my head. But somehow, two Blue Moons always go to my pussy. We discovered this by accident, after imbibing in two while waiting for a pizza to bring back to work. The rest of the shift was the ultimate torture, as I walked around in a lust-filled haze, thinking of potential locations for a quickie.

The setting sun filled the sky with flames, and the moon began to glow, as the sky grew darker and darker. My bare feet slipped across the table and slid into his lap. I gently rubbed his cock with my brightly painted toes as he pretended not to notice. Soon the sound of crickets filled the air. I slid out of my seat, walked over to his side of the table and wrapped my arms around his neck. We kissed gently and I pressed myself between his legs. Our kisses grew more passionate and his hands grabbed my round ass and pulled me closer.

Abruptly, he spun me around and pinned me to the railing so we could both look out at the sky. He kissed down my neck in little nibbles and reached up my skirt and into my panties. My already dripping pussy enjoyed the feeling of his fingers rubbing against me. He returned to kissing my neck and I feel the hardness of his cock pressing against me through his basketball shorts.

Filled with need, and pulled my panties down and my skirt up. He slid his cock out of his shorts and immediately slammed it into me. I always savor the feeling of being so full and surrounded, and this is no exception. I held onto the balcony railing for traction as he pushed in and out of me. My orgasm started to build and my knees began to buck. Not caring who heard, I moaned my pleasure out into the wind for the full moon to see.

Switching positions, I climbed into the captain's chair, making my pussy completely level with his cock. He pushed into me again, this time with him holding the arms of the chair for leverage. My feet bobbed with each thrust and the chair began to rock. I wrapped my legs around his back and we moved together as one. Another orgasm built inside me, and scratched my nails down his back as I cum.

The cramped position in the chair wouldn't work for much longer, and I still hadn't had a taste of cock. I hopped up from the chair and got down on my knees in front of him. He leaned back onto the railing as I swallowed his cock. One of my hand slid up and down to meet my mouth as I sucked, and the other reached between his legs to play with his balls. I could tell how good the stimulation felt as his balls got tighter. I kept sucking, keeping up the rhythm that I know he likes the most. Soon his hand reached down and held my head in place as he began to fuck my mouth. With a shout, I go a stream of hot, sticky cum down my throat.

He helped me up off my knees, and we turned around to notice a small crowd watching us from a window across the way- the bright moonlight illuminating us more than we realized. With a wave, we quickly cleaned up and headed inside to giggle about the naughtiness of our behavior.

On the Road

Every rental car has pros and cons. The first thing I think about when checking out a new rental is the size of the console. An oversized console or bucket seats seem like they are purposely designed to get in the way of road head. And the bigger the car, the higher the chance that the delicious cock you want to grab is way out of reach. Muscle cars are also a surprise. You'd think they'd be laid out for easy action, but instead everything is crammed together with no space to stretch out.

In the ideal car, I grab his cock and start playing with it through his pants before our starting point is even out of sight. We have 15 minutes until we reach our destination, and I want to make the most of every second. I lean over like I'm adjusting the radio, but really I'm starting to adjust his cock. Once the coast is clear, I reach over to undo his fly and give a few more rubs through his boxers. Getting a cock out from inside pants that are also trapped by a seatbelt is never easy, and by that point I'm doing my best to straddle the console and reach my goal. Without warning, I swallow down as much of his cock as I can, desperate to have my mouth full and his hands in my hair. I bob up and down, covering his cock with saliva. If I can, I reach a hand around to play with the base of his cock which I can't always get down my throat. The crunched position usually gets uncomfortable after a few minutes, and I sit up and start stroking his cock, using my own spit as a lubricant. He always says that hand jobs are underrated, and I know he loves the feel of my hand stroking his wet cock.

An immense part of the thrill is the possibility of getting caught. What if you get caught in traffic? What if your partner is driving slowly down the highway and comes eye-to-eye with a horny truck driver? What if a religious cop be hiding behind an overpass and come out to bust you for not wearing a seatbelt? What if you happen to drive by an acquaintance?

All of those "what ifs" turn me on so much that it is long before I have my feet up on the dashboard with my knees spread as far apart as they can possibly go. Without any foreplay at all, he tugs aside my panties and plays with my clit with one finger, while sliding a second inside my pussy. At first I close my eyes and savor the feeling, but soon I remember where I am and open my eyes to take in my surroundings. I see him peeking glances at me as he continues to drive down the road. My first orgasm never takes long, and the situation only makes me more excited. I buck my hips to take more of his fingers in me and am quickly cumming down his hand.

Sated, I quickly return to his cock, which has only gotten harder during the few minutes it has been out in the open air. This time I go a little slower, sucking in the head and running my tongue up and down the sides. Now that I've had my orgasm, I want to suck forever. He always has other plans. Taking a handful of my hair, he pushes my face down on his cock, and I relax the back of my throat to take him all in. He begins to buck against the seat and fuck my face. I can feel his orgasm building, and a stream of cum shoots down the back of my mouth. I struggle to breath as he finishes his orgasm and I slowly sit up, swallow the cum in my mouth and lick up any that may have escaped.

We both straighten our wrinkled clothes, and I do my best to fix my disheveled hair. If we have an extra minute, I'll reach over the console again for a kiss, and mix together the taste of our cum. Once out of the car, the adrenaline starts to fade and I hope that the flushed look on our faces isn't too obvious. Every time he catches my eye for the rest of the night, I can't help but duck my head and blush, knowing where his hands and my mouth were just a little while earlier.

Firsts

Sometimes I wish I remember all my firsts, but they all seem to blend together. I remember a first kiss as a sixth grade camper at a kissing booth at a carnival. I remember the first time I had sex, awkwardly, with a long time boyfriend. Afterwards, I called a friend, just because I was excited to have losing my virginity over with. What I don't remember is everything else: no first blow job or hand job, no first time someone played with my pussy, none of that.

Although now it seems ridiculous, I never had an orgasm with another person until I was 17, and it happened in the most unlikely way. We were sitting on the floor, my boyfriend's back against the couch, and me pretzeled around him and rubbing my pussy against his cock through layers of underwear.

Sex with him never got much better. Maybe it was the lack of understanding two virgins had with how to please each other. Maybe I wasn't very good at what I was trying to do. But after a few months of getting pushed away after trying to give head or fuck in something other than missionary, I gave up trying. And four years later we ended things for good when I decided to finally go explore life as a young single. Which led to several years of one night stands, or relationships that came out of attempted one night stands. But those are all stories on their own...

Morning

The morning is the best time of the day. I wake up slowly in his arms and and enjoy the feeling of having my back scratched. But I know the snuggles are just a tease, and my favorite activity is waiting for me. Starting at his chest, I reach my hand lower and lower, all the while pretending that I'm still half asleep. Soon I  reach his cock and feel the smooth skin in my hand, enjoying those first caresses before we start to get wet and sticky. I wrap my hand around his hardness and stroke up and down a few times, but it isn't enough. First thing in the morning, I need a hard cock in my mouth. In one swift movement, I sit up and swallow down as much of your cock as I can. Night is the time for slow and luxurious cock sucking, morning is time for orgasms on the way out the door. I bob my head up and down, choking myself a little on his length to make his cock as wet and juicy as possible. His hips start to buck and his hand reaches into my hair and gently swirls a strand. Some mornings we roll over for a quick spoon fuck and an orgasm for me. But this morning I can feel the need. A few more sucks and his hand clamps down on my head and I'm gagging on a mouthful of cum. I feel every drop squirt into the back of my throat as I struggle to breathe through my nose. As his hand relaxes I lift up my head and return to snuggling, knowing that they day has gotten off to a perfect start.