I had a conversation at work today about bondage, which in turn lead to the inevitable conversation of the best sex I’d ever had? Funny how you always have these strange conversations in random places and with random people, isn’t it? Pausing the conversation about anal sex to stop and serve a 62-year old customer was one of the highlights of the day, I must be honest.
Back to the topic in hand, and it was strange because I couldn’t think of just one particular sexual escapade, or one particular person, that I would class as the best sex I’d ever had. Is there just one sexual experience that you can say that rocked your world above all others? Should I just have the one? Or am I allowed a whole bunch? Or is that just being greedy…?
Meh, I’m a greedy kinda gal.
I like to think that I have good sex in general, to be honest. As shallow as this may sound, I couldn’t stay with a person that I didn’t have good sex with. Nor could I stay with a person with a tiny penis. Shallow? Probably. To be honest, I don’t really care.
I prefer sex that isn’t ‘normal‘. Vanilla. Plain. Dull. Boring.
I want sex that goes above and beyond whatever ‘normal sex’ is meant to be, and with the introduction of books just like “Fifty Shades of Grey“, it has become increasingly evident that I am not the only chick that thinks / feels this way.
I like to have sex that pushes my boundaries – I want a lover to get to the point where I am forced to say “Stop!”, which brings me very nicely to one of my most recent sexual experiences that, quite frankly, blew my mind.
My current guy is shaping up to be a pretty decent lover. If you read my very first post on the blog, you will understand that this guy is amazing in bed, (or as he likes to say – Amaze Balls!) but is rather poor when it comes to kissing and foreplay. But when he is inside me, it is the most thrilling ride of my life. He has a rather large cock. It is long yet narrow, which is not my usual type of cock-preference, if I am allowed to have a preference at all. I usually prefer them to be thicker rather than longer. It doesn’t matter. He pounds into me in a way that rocks my world. It hurts but I kinda like it! The other night, I almost had to say “Stop!”…
Almost, but not quite.
In all fairness, I think this gets us both off – he wants to push me to a point where I need to say stop, and I am waiting for the guy that can force me to use such a word. I am a bit of a pain junkie if I’m honest, and as much as I hate to admit such a thing, I want a man that can push me to a point where I actually cannot physically stand the pain anymore. The other night he had my ass lifted slightly, my legs on his shoulders, pounding into me with a force he’d never shown me before. It was so animalistic in nature. It was quite the turn on. With each thrust, he seemed to get deeper and deeper, and I could feel him poking and prodding against parts of my insides that I never realised existed before!
Before long he exploded inside me, and I realised – as much as this guy kisses like a trout and irritatingly ‘flicks’ my bean, when it comes to the sex – the nitty-gritty, he really “gets” me! The same applies when he puts it in my ass. I don’t know if I am allowed to talk about this, but I’m going to – he pounds my ass with the same ferocious nature that he pounds my pussy, and as much as it hurts and I want to scream out “STOP” at the very top of my lungs, it is such a TURN ON!
Seeing a man that wild and violent with passion for me, little old me; it scares me but turns me on at the same time.
Does that make me weird?
It made me think back to some of the other sexual moments in my life that have stood out and in all fairness, pain and torture seems to be a running trends. It’s all a bit of BDSM really. The guy that blindfolded me and tied me up the very first time we had sex, or The Hubby that I had angry, furious sex with up against a wall when I threw a tumbler or orange juice in his face, or the guy that fisted me and made me hang-man nooses out of rope, just so that I could feel the pain of the tough restraint against my delicate wrists….
Wow! I really am a bit of a freak!
I can honestly say that all of my BEST experiences have been out-of-the-ordinary ones; ones that involved pain, suspense, bondage, or sensory-removal in some way or another, ones that meant me being submissive in some form. I guess in life I want to be the dominant one, but in bed I want someone else to take control. When I think about it in this way, it almost makes sense, but when I talk about it with my friends, they just think I’m a little odd. It’s funny though – the ferocious sex between me and my current guy is like an unspoken agreement. We have spoken about a few things, but for the most part, sex is an unspoken factor between us. My body must give off vibes that he picks up on, and in turn this teaches him when to be soft and when to go hard. I wish I could tell him how much I love it when he hurts me, (but hate the way he kisses) but in reality, I would probably be too ashamed to have that conversation with him, especially face to face.
I guess for now our unspoken agreement of rough sex and a good pounding will do, but it’s only going to be a matter of time before we need to find something new to spice things up. Especially as we have only been dating for a few short months and he’s already hurting me and shoving his cock in my ass….
It just makes me think; would I dare to tell someone exactly how I like my sex? Exactly what I would want from him in bed? Really tell him? Am I even going to find someone else that understands where I’m coming from? What I mean? What I’m trying to say, even when I say it badly? In all the men that I have slept with, only 3 or 4 of these have given me the kind of sex that I would class as mind-blowing. To be fair to the men in my sexual history, it’s taken me a very long time to realise what I do actually enjoy – what works for me, rather than just focusing on the man in my life. I could hardly tell them what I wanted from them if I wasn’t even sure of it myself, could I? Aside from that, isn’t there going to be something about every guy I hate? With this guy, it’s the way he kisses me but with another guy, it could be something else, like the size of his manhood, or the way he bumps n’ grinds. Will there always be something I don’t like?
It’s that art of compromising again, and oh what a bitch it is!