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!