11 posts tagged “sex”
...I want to have sex.
Last night I dreamt I was hanging out with FWC in his apartment. I don't know why, but I'm there and I guess we're friends again in my dream. Anyway, he starts to make a move on me and things get hot and heavy. Soon we're naked and about to have sex, however FWC can't get it in (at least he got it up). He's just poking me and missing the entry and finally gives up saying, "If I don't get it after a couple tries then it's time to give up." I'm not devastated, but not really interested in hanging out anymore, so I pack up and leave.
I did notice that my subconscious gave FWC a small penis and he wasn't circumsized.
I've left FWC's building and I see a man in front of me. I recognize the guy right away. It's DK. When I see a friend unexpectedly and they don't see me, my habit is to tackle them. That's what I did in this dream - I ran up behind DK and tackled him. That's when I notice that he's with a girl (not very pretty at all). DK seems pleased to see me, doesn't introduce me to the girl and all three of us go to a picnic table (magically appears) to catch up.
As DK and I are talking I see out of the corner of my eye the girl try to take DK's hand. He brushes her hand off and then persuades her to go home without him, so he can keep talking to me. When she's gone DK is basically all over me. It feels very familiar. He explains that the girl is just a roommate and he moved in to save some money. There's talk about how much he missed me blah blah blah.
We end up back at my apartment and have sex...successfully.
And that's that. I haven't had sex since October. I'm still keeping with my resolution of less empty sex and more meaningful sex.
It's not too late for my Resolution 2008. I'm not avoiding boys in general. Instead my goal is...
Have less empty sex and more meaningful sex.
If that means I have less sex this year, so be it.
Edit: Just to be clear - I went on this trip last year. This is a post-dated entry.
Over a year ago the Ex dumped me and as an impulse purchase to my new single status I booked a trip on a cruise.
A singles cruise.
A close girlfriend has been doing these singles cruises for years and finally I was free to join her in the hedonistic adventure on the seas.
A singles cruise is just what is sounds like. You sign up with a travel agency which groups you together with other singles. The host/hostess organizes exclusive singles mixers throughout the trip to give everyone a chance to mingle with others. These mixers, combined with free alcohol equals hookups galore. I went on a week long cruise and just watched as people hooked up and paired off immediately on the first day. By the end of the cruise the relationships were fizzling out.
A singles cruise is not the love boat.
With a few exceptions to this rule, the singles cruise is just an opportunity to have sex on a big ship. When stuck on a ship with free flowing alcohol things will happen. It's almost a given that every person on a singles cruise will have sex, even if it turns out to be bad sex.
This weekend I saw the new Ang Lee movie Lust, Caution and it made me feel nostalgic. I remember when I was having hot, steamy, no-holds-bar sex. I had it with DK. It was recognizable, familiar. Will I ever have such uninhibited sex again?
I can't believe I'm even asking the question.
Maybe I'm just horny. Maybe I miss DK a little. Maybe I miss the heat, the passion, being desired. Yes, even the lust. I miss that, too.
I'll admit it. I need help in the bedroom. Oh, the guys I've been with say I'm just fine at sex, but I want to be sensational.
And a girl can always learn a few new tricks.
I read this post on LAist about sex classes at the adult store Babeland. Sadly, I missed this week's class about fellatio. I could use a few pointers in that area.
But I give a great hand job - thanks to HBO's Real Sex documentary series.
Mr. F stopped by tonight after I gave him a guilt trip about flaking last time. He showed up already hard and we chatted for a bit.
Until I started crying.
I don't want to have sex this way. I want to be intimate with my boyfriend. Why are you here? You should be with your girlfriend.
That's right. Mr. F has a girlfriend. He won't talk to me about her, but why was he here trying to have sex with me? You should be doing this with her. All these thoughts in my head just made it worse.
I want to have sex with someone who really wants to be with me.
But where is he?
After our unsuccessful attempt, Mr. F left.
Maybe we shouldn't do this anymore. We have too much stuff going on in our heads.
It was the best suggestion I heard all night.
There's nothing more irritating than hearing my neighbors having loud sex followed by the smooth velvet voice of Sade.
Keep it down. If I'm not having sex than no one else can!
I'm going to watch Sex and the City now.
Hmm. I seem to be going to the bathroom a lot. Oh sh...
And that's how my morning began. I skipped work, went to the grocery store and bought some cranberry juice.
I have a UTI. Honeymooners' Disease. It's because I'm having too much sex.
But I can't help it doctor. I'm seeing this guy who has a very high libido. What am I supposed to do?
So, I'm chugging cranberry juice. DK and I are going to have a talk. I'm going to wash diligently after every sexual encounter.
I really debated about sharing this post. I want people to think the best of me, but the truth is I can be ugly, I can be stupid, I can be cruel. Monday night I realized what I was capable of.
I was going to cheat on DK.
Granted, I thought the guy was never going to call me again. So, on Monday when I was looking at ads on CL, I contacted Mr. F. Buddy. We've only had one tryst, and I was feeling undesirable, vulnerable. I wanted someone to reassure me of something. F. Buddy fit the bill.
He didn't show up.
It was for the best. DK did call. F. Buddy probably sensed that I didn't really want to be with him. And I don't. I wanted, needed to see and hear DK. Only that would make me feel better.
I won't be updating with my random dating adventures in LA since I'm seeing D200407. However, I wanted to write a post about something I observed during my brief time on the million man march.
How do you end a date? With a handshake, hug, or...?
The "..." is for (blush).
I went with whatever my date felt comfortable. I'm sure the guys were trying to be considerate of my space, but if I had my way I'd give everyone a hug. I felt like I had to be considerate of the guy's space, so I'd wait for him to make a move. Hand extended for a handshake. Arms open for a hug. Once I went in for the handshake, then the guy pulled a fast one and hugged me.
He probably wants to feel my boobs.
When a guy shook my hand I felt a bit offended, but I knew that guy couldn't be interested in me if he ended the date so formally.
This isn't a job interview.
How do you end your dates?
