EEB means Earlier Edition Blog... I am beginning this blog by moving my previous posts from Yahoo 360 & MySpace here so that everything is in one central area. I'm sad that I couldn't transfer my comments along with the posts because some of the people who posted them are very important to me and so what they had to say was as well. I must be content to at least have them still embedded in the file that Yahoo was so kind enough to create for me before 360 went belly up.
It is also likely that with Yahoo playing censor to anything that has an hint of an adult nature that I will also have to remove any blogs that I have on their new profile pages and keep them here because I often write things of that kind and I'm not willing to let Yahoo have an excuse to remove my account because I refuse to curtail my freedom of expression. So if you've come to this blog by redirection through Yahoo then welcome! I hope you enjoy my posts!
Let's begin...
Thursday February 02 2006 Mind Sex
Current mood: naughty
Category: Writing and Poetry
Im an 18 year old boy At least Im feeling what I suspect 18 year old guys feel like as far as the amount of time that they think about sex. Being forty five isnt all that bad in that department! *grin* The problem is that I often feel sexually restless and I am married to a man who has little sexual imagination. To be fair, since I have an overabundance, my judgment is most likely a bit askew. Before I start getting volunteers to expand my horizons let me tell you - its not gonna happen! He may not be Mr. Thrills-a-minute but he has a lot of other things going for him that makes him worth keeping around. Hes not perfect but theres not a soul out there who is, including me, yet he'd take me on my worst day than anyone else on their best. Besides, Ive put way too much time, effort and energy into this relationship (21 years married and 30 years of knowing each other yes, we met in our mid teens) to throw it away on just anyone and I would never do to him what I wouldnt want done to me (And since this still isnt a female centered polygamist society and I cant yet have my harem of men Ill keep what I have.) That said let me go on to explain that there are other ways of working out my sexual frustrations - my wonderful imagination and writing! (There are, of course, other, shall we say - hands on ways but this is what you get to see! *evil grin*) Seeing that the brain is the largest sex organ then lets say I like to engage in mental masturbation!
I LOVE a fine, tall, heavily cut muscular/fit man! Oh but along with the body he has to have a mind and attitude to match. Another aspect of getting older is that it takes a hell of a lot more to get my attention than a mans penis. Lets face it, you guys have all got em and from my experience most are more than willing to show them off. (And sometimes I'm more than willing to take my time having a peek) Some know how to orchestrate that instrument more skillfully than others and some have more impressive instruments to play with (Before you ask yes, size does matter. I've got more cushion for pushin so it takes length and girth to move my earth!) But gentlemen, if thats all it took I'd simply go buy some more toys to add to my collection, they're much less complicated and I can buy whatever size suits my fancy for the moment. *grin* But I'm attracted to the whole package - whats between a mans ears excites me just as much, if not more, than whats between his legs. My ultimate fantasy is to be the cream filling in an Oreo sandwich between Avery Brooks and Keith Hamilton Cobb, two beautifully articulate, physically glorious males. (I love to be talked to during sex so a range of sensuality and vocabulary fuel my fire) I also love to discuss ideology, current events, human nature, and the possibility of impossibilities so I enjoy a man who is mentally my equal. One who can not only accompany me on my avenues of thought but challenge me to explore the virgin landscape where new paths are made.
Ok, back to the sex thing *smile* Im a very sensual person. That doesn't mean only in the bedroom. I define sensuality as all those things that excite your senses. Tasting, touching, seeing, hearing and smelling. I love the smell of dry autumn leaves, sun warmed coconut oil and chlorine by the pool, a man wearing a fine fragrance just makes me want to smell and taste his skin. The taste of a fine Belgium chocolate truffle melting in my mouth, the crisp sweet pop of biting into a Rainier cherry, warm flesh in the heat of passion. The sound of laughter, sexy undulating music, the sound of a deep voice whispering naughty encouragements in my ear. Watching the awesome power of a raging thunderstorm, the unique glory of a sunset, the thrilling contrast of hard over soft skin body textures. The first warm breeze of spring caressing my face and ruffling my hair, the cool enveloping buoyant water of the pool on a sizzling summer day, the feel of velvet over steel of warm skin over hard muscle. Anyway, you get the idea. *grin*
You might also deduce from reading that last bit that my mind works of a very descriptive level, which gets me easily caught up into that very thing that has brought me to writing this in the first place how much I think about sex. I get distracted very easily when my mind starts to run out sexcapades after viewing that sexy soap couple and I'm playing it out where now I'm in her shoes or stockings as the case may be. I look at a picture of an attractive man and I get lost imagining exploring his body starting with that sexy dip at the base of his throat thats just begging for me to trace it with the tip of my tongue. Anyway, I like smooth sensuality.
I also have a taste for the hard core stuff too. I love watching porn but not the typical kind with varying partners exploiting their agility by concocting as many positions as they can contort their bodies into, I like the kind that builds the heat like a crescendo by teasing me into wanting the gifted fellow to pound her to oblivion and see her loving every minute of it. I love the primal heat of watching a man laying siege, conquering the woman into surrendering to her own base needs and carnal ambitions where to his surprise and both their pleasures he finds a fiercely equal partner to his own raw lust. Hmm, thinking on that, I can't recall ever actually seeing that in any porn outside my own minds eye but I sure as hell wish I could! Pictures of sex have never done a thing for me, there has to be movement and even better if theres sound. Amateur video is usually better than the professional stuff because amateurs havent learned how to contrive their pleasure in whatever they are doing. They are still as spontaneous as whatever impulse they had to make the video in the first place.
I sometimes wonder if other women feel these things. Do they sometimes find themselves so sexually high strung that they feel like a wild thing is clawing at their insides close to being a rage that they have to keep caged or it would consume them. Even when they do have sex do they feel like not even the surface has been scratched or satisfied? Of course there are ebbs and flows so that I'm not always a lust crazed fiend. Being female I'm used to riding the hormonal trapeze but it seems the older I get the higher it swings to the extreme side of obsession with sex, or at least that heightened awareness of the sensual. Its rather like having a layer stripped away and being hypersensitive yet craving the sensations
I think I'll go write some erotica now I need to give the little beastie in there an outlet for a while... Let me know your thoughts!
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