The Number of Orgasms Doesn’t Count

September 8th, 2013

It’s been a while since I’ve written something other than a review or personal experience on here. It’s been a while since I’ve felt so passionate about something that I felt like I should write it, even if someone else had already written about it or, even worse, written about it better. But here it is.

The Number of Orgasms Doesn’t Count

Read it a second time. Maybe in italic.

The Number of Orgasms Doesn’t Count

Orgasms are, generally, good. For more heterosexual sex, the man’s orgasm indicates the end of a session. The ability to finally attain orgasm is a big deal for many people, especially women. I understand. I like having orgasms. I wouldn’t last long in a sexual relationship with a person who didn’t care whether I was having any orgasms or who left them completely up to me without any (oral) assistance.

...orgasm is a sincere gift from GOD.But, and this is a big but, sex shouldn’t necessarily lead to orgasm. That is, orgasm shouldn’t be the only goal. When you’re focused on getting off, your sex can become mechanical. Your eye is on the finish line, and you miss out on the journey. Now, this doesn’t always happen, but I frequently find that if you focus on enjoying the moment and feeling good over where you’re going, you’ll feel like your time’s well spent, even if you don’t get off.

Furthermore, focusing on achieving orgasm is the very thing that makes some people unable to orgasm. I notice that when I sufficiently distract my mind, I get off quicker and better.

I have literally had sex where I’ve had multiple orgasms, and it was unenjoyable overall. I’ve also had sex where I just didn’t manage to orgasm, but it was pretty much amazing. It felt more toe-curling, tear-inducing and intimate than sex where I achieved orgasm multiple times. I think, for some people, this doesn’t compute. They associate orgasms with pleasure. The more orgasms, the greater the pleasure except..

It’s just not true.

You can still feel pleasure without orgasm. Sex can be intimate. It can be rough. It can be carnal. It can teach you about yourself or your partner. It can just be a fun time — and all without orgasm.

And if either you or your partner is having difficulty achieving orgasm, the added pressure may just not be worth it.

Maybe someone will read this and something will click. Maybe they’ll stop pressuring their partner to cum or blaming themselves for their inability to bring their partner to orgasm an arbitrary number of times. Perhaps someone who has felt guilty over their inability to orgasm. Maybe you’ll let go long enough to just enjoy the moment. Because there are so many moments to enjoy and so many ways to enjoy them. Orgasm is not the only way.

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American Horror Story [Saw This on Tumblr]

March 20th, 2013

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Thank you, Adam Levine.

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Sex -and- Love

March 4th, 2013

Do you ever sit down to write a blog post only to realize that you have so much to say that you don’t know where to start? This is exactly me right now. To begin with, I’ve had an incredibly busy week that involved seeing friends and family every single day. I’d hang out with one group only to leave and go someplace else. There’s no doubt that it’s been fun, but I’ve hardly had time to keep up with any of my blogs, including of Sex and Love.

Some other things have been sucking up my time, namely, Facebook games like Candy Crush Saga and Tumblr. In an interesting twist, a guy who I would consider having sex with hung out with me and a friend, and we began discussing Tumblr. My account has mostly existed to look at nerdy stuff and porn, so exchanging links has been enlightening. We have similar interests and both seem to be similarly single, which has led to some late-night texts and messages while he’s drunk, lonely and horny.

If this had happened just a month ago, I’d take him up on the offer. Who knows where it could lead? However, I haven’t because..

I recently started talking to a friend with whom I’ve had a falling out. Via some honest conversations, I discovered that he’d liked me for quite a long time, and after having sex with the emo guy, I find myself wanting more sex. I initially got ahold of this old friend in hopes that we might develop a physical/sexual relationship only; however, things seemed to be getting more emotional than that. We’ve had fun hanging out and flirting, and he’s obviously still into me.

What I didn’t expect to happen was to develop feelings for him as well. This all culminated in a wonderful night of cuddling on my couch, making out and some much-needed licking on his part. A couple orgasms later and we were sleeping in one another’s arms in my bed.

It might sound silly, but the last time I had sex was disappointing. I actually forget about it, so spending intimate time with this friends feels like the first time since my ex-husband. That’s true enough for the emotional part, I think, but not necessarily the physical. The difference is, of course, that I was to continue having a romantic and sexual relationship with this guy.. and it’s a relief. After coming out of my relationship with my ex, I found it difficult to imagine that I’d find someone to whom I was attracted, wanted to be physical and felt affection for who might also reciprocate. I fretted about the first time I would kiss or fuck another. I worried about my body image and self esteem, doubting if I could ever be comfortable enough with another person again. I doubted my experience, thinking that people would somehow label me the inexperienced girl. For the most part, I am sure that these are issues many people experience during a breakup, but those last two years have been so long that it seemed like it would never happen for me.

And now? It’s happening. Fooling around, and the guy still wants to talk to me, to do more with me. He likes pleasing me, he enjoys my body. It almost seems silly to think that I worried about those things, but the feelings are still too recent to forget them entirely. It’s very teenagery, these feelings, but I can’t help it. I spent most of my adult life married and doing things with one person — one person who was way far less able to make me feel comfortable and loved than my friend-with-more-than-benefits. It feels good to feel normal like everyone else. I’m in the game.

Maybe, now, I can finally get this blog back on track.

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Behind [Saw This on Tumblr]

January 30th, 2013

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5 Weird Things People Do During Sex

December 19th, 2012

This post has been in the works for a while. I kept getting distracted, which is kind of funny, because that’s something you shouldn’t do during sex. I guess it’s okay for bloggers to be weird. At best, I can make you uncomfortable and you’ll leave. On the other hand, you can’t sneak out unnoticed when you’re in the middle of sex and your partner does one of these things.

  1. Announce Orgasm
    As soon as I mentioned this one to a friend, she laughed because we — that’s us women — have all been there. So many men have to announce “I’m cumming” right before they do. Do they think maybe we won’t notice? Or they should get a cookie? I don’t know, man. I already spread my legs. What more do you want?
  2. Work on the To-Do List
    Okay, this isn’t weird per se, unless you’re one of those people who always gets into sex 100%. It’s actually pretty common for men and women to think about what needs to get fixed, cleaned, bought and otherwise done in the coming days and weeks while in the middle of sex. Two birds, one stone, right?
  3. Count the Squares/Dots on the Ceiling
    I’ve never done this, thank God. I’ve always tried to at least enjoy having sex or to make it known that now isn’t the right time, but some people would rather have sex so their partners stop asking or some other reason. They grin and bear it. They count out invisible things or focus on the ceiling above them, memorizing tiles, spots, cracks and other “features.” I would never want to waste my time doing this, so it’s weird to me.
  4. Talk on the Phone
    Bitch, pay attention to the person who has his penis inside you or the dude who’s got your dick in his mouth. It’s common fucking courtesy. If you’re talking, texting or playing God damned angry birds, you can’t really be wanting sex at that moment. Do everyone in the room a favor and say “No” if you mean no. There will be other times to have sex. I promise. However, there are exceptions. If you’re foolin’ around just a little bit and get a phone call only to have your fiance start fucking you while on the phone to see if you can keep a straight, er, face, it’s pretty funny. Still weird, though.
  5. Give a Play By Play
    You know what? If you’re going to announce everything you’re doing in bed, I’d rather you talk on the phone. It’s bad enough if you tell me you’re going to orgasm, but that shouldn’t be a followup to every other thing you’ve done that night. Otherwise, I’m going to say “Growing annoyed with you now.”

So, what’s the weirdest thing you’ve done during sex? Guilty of anything on this list? Have you had a partner who’s done something that makes these things all look paltry? Sound off in the comments.

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Ready [Saw This on Tumblr]

November 21st, 2012

Ready

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Back and Forth

June 29th, 2012

Soft.

Her thighs were so soft and porcelain pale as he knelt behind her. The soft flesh of her thighs pressed back against the tense muscles of his own, and he could easily feel the difference. His fingers dug into her flesh. He couldn’t see, but he could imagine, the marks they would leave after all was said and done.

Like her thighs, her lips were soft against his own body, his erection. He pushed the head against her soft folds and curves. More than soft. Warm. Wet. Perfect. His fingers clenched into her soft thighs and the moan that escaped his own soft mouth was harsh as the softness enveloped him.

Hard

He was hard, so hard inside of her. The erect penis, she thought, wasn’t truly hard in the sense of the word. It wasn’t rigid. The skin was still soft, so soft, and warm, but it sheathed the stiffness of his erection as he entered from behind. It was the perfect hardness, anyway, to find her G-spot, to stroke it with the right amount of intensity. Not too much. Not too long that the hardness would make her cry out in pain as he thrusted. No accidental violence to her cervix. His cock was perfectly hard.

So, too, was his body behind her. While hers has none-too-gentle curves, his had naturally defined muscles. She cool feel his abs, above the base of his cock, hard as he strained. His hips, his pelvis were just as hard, the bones sometimes pressing into the milky white flesh of her bottom as he pulled her back against him or pushed himself ever further into her. It was hard to make their bodies one.

Soft

Her breasts were so soft, as white as the rest of her flesh. Gravity pulled them down, rounded orbs with hardened nipples, the likeness of a fresh raspberry. His hands moved from one soft part to another. He anchored himself by reaching forward and cupping her breasts in his hand. Still, he thrusted into her impossible warmth and softness. He didn’t know how such perfection could exist anywhere. She was soft everywhere, perfectly.

Hard

Her arms were tense, one holding the weight of her body, while the other reached between her legs. He was thrusting harder, now, and she she was playing her clit like a fine-tuned instrument. There was no delicate violin, this was like a drum. She needed rhythm and pressure. She pushed hard–until it hurt. The muscles in her arm felt like rocks and lead, both. She was almost there. Almost. Almost. There! Her hips shook aggressively, muscles deep within tensing and contracting unmistakable, grasping the hardness of his cock within her. Jaw locked, she mimicked his own harsh sounds of earlier.

The hard spasms of her orgasm, toned muscles pulling the very life from him. It was so hard so hold back, until he just couldn’t any longer. His tension mounted, and then his body shook, hard, as he responded with his own contractions, his body conversing with hers in a way over which he had no control. His cum cascading in its own violent way. His upper body collapsed against hers, hard.

They both breathed raggedly, too hard for comfort.

Soft

His cock, now soft, remained nestled against her. Legs entwined, tension dissipated. Nothing as frenzied as mere moments before. Everything soft.

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