Farewell Weekend

His lips on mine.

Tongues intertwined.

A sharp bite to my earlobes sends me spiraling into moans.

A delightful pain.

His mouth on my cunt.

My mouth on His cock even longer.

I want to show how much I want Him.

His cock is beautiful.

Ball-gag muffling my pleasured cries.

Plug in my ass, His cock works my tight cunt.

He fills me to the brim.

We embrace.

His lips on mine.

I can't do this with anybody else. Not like this.

In bed we snuggle. I’d missed Him and I’ll miss Him again.

Hope everyone else had a great weekend, too!

Examination

First exam of the semester tomorrow . . . I'm actually quite excited to take it - I have this motivation to see how well I can do . . . show off my smarts! It's a psychology exam, so I don't find that incredibly challenging, but it's a start. I'll be studying all evening.

Slave to the books!

~YLS

P.S. Pretty sure I aced it! I think the nudity did the trick :)

REALLY?

One last note this evening . . .

Have any of you read this???

http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/why-do-you-hate-me/Content?oid=2156227

I can't believe I share a common ancestor with those respondents. Wow.

Interpretation

"Can you show us a vibrator?” two of my roommate’s male friends chant outside my door.

I wander away from my computer laughing. “Sure! Which?”

They gawk at me, but they aren’t completely surprised from what they have heard about me already. “As in you own more than one?” one of the friends asks.

I nod and I exit into my bedroom. I retrieve a hot-pink, plastic bag out from underneath my bed and pull out both a vibrator and a dildo for our company’s amusement. When I present them, the two boys can’t stop laughing. I turn on the vibrator and touch it to each of their legs, which only increases the volume of giggles filling the room. “Show us the big dildo!” my roommate cries out.

The large, light-pink dildo soon makes its entrance and our friends are astonished. “So . . . you’ve used all of these before, right?”

I nod affirmatively. “The large one only once though – it’s almost too big to be appealing.” I gather the toys and put them back in their bag, safe and sound. The conversation turns to masturbation using toys such as those displayed by me, and my roommate becomes a target.

“You’d never ever even try one?” I ask her. She’s always proclaimed that she doesn’t need vibrators or other sexual implements, nor would she like to experiment with them even once – with or without a partner.

“No,” she answers easily. “I really wouldn’t.”

I sigh. I have trouble wrapping my mind around close-mindedness – it would be different if she simply didn’t enjoy the sensation after an attempt. “Not once? Not just to see what it feels like?”

“Nope.”

My roommate (who also happens to be my best friend) and I butt heads on many topics of sexuality, but her unwillingness to try new things is what irks me the most. I suppose no one has to achieve a certain level of sexual curiosity, and each of us finds our minds concerned with sex to a greater or lesser extent than any other person – I just find it hard to believe that one can reject something that can be pleasurable so completely. On this topic I am most definitely biased because I like to try anything and everything that won’t cause severe, lingering damage to my body or psyche. However, I find it quite interesting how differently we each interpret our sexualities and the implements that one can use to further its exploration.

Vibrators and dildos tend to be categorized by solo pleasure – emphasis on the “solo.” When a female has a vibrator, it is often assumed that she is not being completely satisfied sexually at some particular moment, so she pleases herself using one of many different types of objects available for this purpose. In my own experience though, I’ve always regarded sexual toys as objects to be explored with a partner. The thought of fucking myself with a vibrator alone rarely gets me excited, and I haven’t done so in quite a while (achieving orgasm by rubbing my clit is a different story – I didn’t say I never masturbate). But, add a partner who is using the vibrator on me into the mix or a voyeuristic partner, and my libido skyrockets instantaneously.

It all comes down to how we interpret everything available to us differently – whether it’s because of socialization, culture, experience, anything. My roommate interprets the female use of a vibrator as the failure of a male sexual partner – why use a vibrator when a man has a perfectly functional penis? I interpret the use of a vibrator as an act that creates a greater sense of intimacy and adventure between two sexual partners – using such implements together is amazing foreplay, kicking things up a notch. Just because I believe my best friend is missing out on great sexual experiences by not exploring all of the options out there, doesn’t mean that she is. We’re all satisfied by different things, and it’s not as though she doesn’t know that sexual toys are available in the event that she changed her mind. I think sometimes I need to keep myself from becoming too large of a sexual advocate – I get much too frustrated when people don’t have the same sexual philosophies that I do, and I become just as hard-headed as I assume my audience is being.

Whether I find a person’s inability to try new things silly or not, it’s their opinion. Of course, I am ultimately glad that we all think about sex differently because it makes life interesting, it makes us unique. I definitely need to take a breather sometimes. Not every girl must be fucked by a vibrator in order to feel sexually fulfilled or adventurous. :)

Converse & Knee-Highs - Oh My!

I really enjoy the P.E. class that I am taking here on campus this semester. Sometimes it seems like a pain to attend it after all of my other classes, but I've realized that it helps me wind down and de-stress more than I could have imagined. I often have a headache (borderline migraine) after a long day of lectures - nothing like a killer workout to ease the tension. Anyway, I was feeling pretty sporty, spontaneous and energized earlier this evening before my workout, so I decided to debut the Converse and knee-highs (well, they're thigh-highs on me!) to get into the spirit of fitness. Hehe.

Would anyone like to help me tie my shoes?

Double-Feature

Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen,

Over summer I went to the drive-in theater with my family several times and had a blast seeing double-features. There is something comforting about viewing a film almost in a mode of time-travel - I wish there were more than three or four left in a broad area surrounding where I live. Ahem . . . I have several fantasies about what could go on at such a place in the shadows of a dark truck-bed, underneath a couple of cozy blankets . . . but that's another post altogether. I figure you've been patient enough, so you deserve a double-feature, too!

P.S. I've been having issues with image resolution on Blogger lately, but if you click the photos, they show up crystal clear. I'm working on it. And I apologize for all of these posts at once - I wasn't lying when I said that I had new writing material! Enjoy.

Homunculus

In any basic anatomy or biology course, an instructor will highlight the fact that the human body reacts differently to touch depending on which area is stimulated – they call this figure a homunculus. A homunculus is a pretty funny-looking person as you can see from the picture with its huge lips and huge hands. Over the summer I realized that my own personal sensitivity map has undergone some drastic changes though, namely in the location of my earlobes. If I were to morph my body into the concept of a homunculus, my earlobes would apparently be so large that they would graze the floor. When I first started having sex I was naturally very fond of having my earlobes tongued - it was this great addition to foreplay but nothing to orgasm about, so-to-speak. Kisses along my neck were on par sensation-wise with earlobe stimulation, but mostly I wanted to get to the “good stuff” i.e. breast play and vaginal play, of course.

But just as my mindset has shifted, so has my sexuality in some ways. Now, having my earlobes licked and sucked seems to bring me right to the brink of orgasm. Any stimulation there has always stopped before I’ve had a chance to see if I could actually cum from some ear affection, but I have a feeling that I would only be confirming my hypothesis. I am not sure why, but I’m almost embarrassed that I can glean so much pleasure in that one spot (my right earlobe to be exact). The slightest touch of the tongue to my right ear sends me into an avalanche of moans, cascading one after the other. You can only imagine what such pleasure does to the crevice between my legs by the time my partner makes it there . . . I’ve heard all of those stories about women who can orgasm by stimulating the palm of their hand, and I suppose the earlobe is, after all, full of nerve-endings. Despite it being an erogenous zone, I never expected it to become a part of my anatomy that I would like a lot of extra time dedicated to. Is anyone else like this? Or perhaps in another somewhat remote area of the body?

Unrelated to the ears, I am also a bigger fan of girl-on-top lately. I think that the position has always made me very nervous in terms of performance, and finding the correct rhythm. So in the past, if I had the choice, I’d shy away from it and opt for missionary, or something that I felt put less pressure on me. Now it might be my favorite, or a close tie with missionary at least. I’ve found that my body reacts an extreme amount when I position my frame at the right angle, especially when I sit all the way down and merely rock back and forth, or in circles. Oh. My. Gosh. Admittedly the fact that the girl is in a bit more control when on top still gives me butterflies, but once I’ve taken my partner inside of me, those butterflies dissipate fairly quickly *wink.*

I think that as a young girl, it’s taken a while for the “nervous factor” to disappear when it comes to sex in general. It’s interesting to look back and think about how my bedroom tastes have changed in harmony with the spikes and dips in my own confidence and perceived ability. I don’t care how many times I call myself a very sexual girl – there are still so many things that I have to learn, have learned, will learn, etc. And even within that process there will be many fluxes. In the meantime, I hope any potential partners won’t mind a couple of quirks, or finding some alternative ways to thrust me into a fit of ecstasy.