Here's my problem, I have sex with myself A LOT!
If I was a man, you could definitely refer to me as a right wanker!
The problem though is this, for a while now I have been relying on more of less the same little scenario to get me there!
Occasionally a new one will pop into my head, mainly from chats online, or something someone says to me, but when it comes down to it, the same one is always there in the back of my mind.
But recently I have noticed something, it's not always getting me there!
Now the way I see it there are many reasons this could be, one of course being that someone (aka my amazing phone sex friend) has been throwing a little spice into the mix on the phone and his thoughts have influenced my own even when he's not on the other end of the phone.
Or secondly it's time to get a new fantasy.
There have been others, some of them very good such as the spanking I kept thinking about, but when it comes down to it, if I'm feeling horny and need to get there quick this particular little scenario always does it for me normally, add to that Mr Rabbit and it really doesn't normally take much else.
I have tried the usual things, imagining having sex with someone famous and hell how many times and different scenarios can you come up with involving Danny Dyer before it starts being like boring relationship sex! I even tried Kelly Jones from the Stereophonics and it's just not the same.
On Friday night I even had a weird sci-fi sex dream! It could have been the mix of Lemsip, Jack Daniels and Neurofen. Or it could have been my love for the film Barbarella - anyone who's seen the film will know that there are so many fantasies that could result from her antics. I mean hello, she gets to fuck an angel!
So anyway back to 'the' fantasy, its always a slight variation of the same thing, I have mentioned it briefly before. I like to imagine I'm being watched, and depending on where I am, it varies slightly from an obedient naughty boy standing at the end of my bed watching as I pleasure myself, knowing that if he stays really still and doesn't touch his cock I will eventually let him join in. The other current fave is someone watching me through the window, not necessarily someone I even know, but man it's good. The idea of many be the postman (not my postman of course, but a fit young postman) walking past the window and spotting me on the sofa my legs wide, my eyes closed, as I work my clit hard. Of course in the fantasy I know he is there and I am pretending that I can't see him.
It hasn't gone totally un-noticed to me that this fantasy always involves me having sex with myself, no audience participation as it were, maybe it because these days that's what I know best.
So maybe it's not time to get a new fantasy, maybe it's just time for me to get myself some real action!
Conclusion there's nothing wrong with the fantasy, it's just that Lola needs to get laid!
xxxxxx
Sunday, 4 October 2009
Friday, 2 October 2009
HOW DO I GET WHAT I WANT AND DO I REALLY WANT IT?
Oh well it's been a strange old week, firstly it was my birthday, something which never sits well with me.
I'm not someone who can do happy, lets have a party just because of a date, if I don't feel like going out why should I just because it's my birthday, after a certain age there is no reason to celebrate getting even older. The best nights are those that unplanned, spontaneous and end up being the kind of night you remember for a long time.
So anyway back to how to get what I really want? This is a little bit of a conundrum for me, for a while now I've been pretty certain about something I really want (yes it is man shaped) and the majority of my naughty thoughts have been taken up by this person for quite a while now, but it's just not happening and I'm starting to think it never will and was never going to.
Is my semi reliance on this one person for adding a little zing to things, holding me back, is it a pipe dream, am I chasing rainbows.
Second part of the conundrum is one of my blasts from the past, not a big blast but a blast none the less, I think I may have developed a little teeny tiny crush, in a very school girl (which I am way, way past being) kind of way. Maybe its just that he has shown an interest in me, the real me, nothing to do with Lola, he wasn't attracted by a pair of tits, or shapely legs in stocking and suspenders, maybe that's what I need a little bit of normality.
But can I go back to normality? A small part of me is thinking that I would only be doing that because I'm not getting what it is I actually really want. Yes I had a little fling with blast number two in the dim and distant past, a quick knee trembler in a car park of a night club (yes more outside fucking, it seems to be a bit of a habit) but as with FBD do I really need to go backwards.
Ah FBD conundrum part three, not spoken to him or even chatted online, but have been asked some very tricky questions about 'us' by people I didn't even know knew anything about it! Why didn't it work out? What did we fall out over? How can I turn my back on something that was so good? All these questions have made me think about it, I never want to go back to how it was before, but on of the questions asked was what if he turned round tomorrow and said right lets do it properly, what would my reaction be.
This has all made my mind go into melt down, I'm not the strongest person in the world when it comes to all this stuff, the last few days have made me realise that I just don't do feelings very well, and when I do get 'feelings' of any kind, even lust I seem to go into slight melt down, become a typical woman and over think absolutely everything.
I know what I think I want, I've been waiting for it for long enough, but what if the idea of that is holding me back from something real, especially if it's something that I'm never going to get.
The irony of it all has been pointed out to me tonight is that physically all three are very similar and even worse is that the object of my desires is so like FBD in so many ways now its been pointed out to me is a little bit freaky, both like to party hard, both make me weak at the knees and damp in the knickers with their filthy minds, but there are other similarities, complex minds and backgrounds. One knows so much about me, things that I have never told anyone else in my entire life and vice versa. But in the same way the other I think could be well on the way to being like that as well, I dont think there is anything I couldn't tell him, he has access to all of my thoughts he gets to see what I think and more importantly what Lola thinks.
Conundrum part two man, even though he could be a passing fancy, something to keep me entertained for a Milli-second, he doesn't really figure in this at all!
When it comes down to it main difference one is the past and one is what I hoped would be the future! Although if I am entirely honest both are quite possibly as unlikely to happen as the other. So now I just have to get my over active mind to get used to that idea!
xxx
I'm not someone who can do happy, lets have a party just because of a date, if I don't feel like going out why should I just because it's my birthday, after a certain age there is no reason to celebrate getting even older. The best nights are those that unplanned, spontaneous and end up being the kind of night you remember for a long time.
So anyway back to how to get what I really want? This is a little bit of a conundrum for me, for a while now I've been pretty certain about something I really want (yes it is man shaped) and the majority of my naughty thoughts have been taken up by this person for quite a while now, but it's just not happening and I'm starting to think it never will and was never going to.
Is my semi reliance on this one person for adding a little zing to things, holding me back, is it a pipe dream, am I chasing rainbows.
Second part of the conundrum is one of my blasts from the past, not a big blast but a blast none the less, I think I may have developed a little teeny tiny crush, in a very school girl (which I am way, way past being) kind of way. Maybe its just that he has shown an interest in me, the real me, nothing to do with Lola, he wasn't attracted by a pair of tits, or shapely legs in stocking and suspenders, maybe that's what I need a little bit of normality.
But can I go back to normality? A small part of me is thinking that I would only be doing that because I'm not getting what it is I actually really want. Yes I had a little fling with blast number two in the dim and distant past, a quick knee trembler in a car park of a night club (yes more outside fucking, it seems to be a bit of a habit) but as with FBD do I really need to go backwards.
Ah FBD conundrum part three, not spoken to him or even chatted online, but have been asked some very tricky questions about 'us' by people I didn't even know knew anything about it! Why didn't it work out? What did we fall out over? How can I turn my back on something that was so good? All these questions have made me think about it, I never want to go back to how it was before, but on of the questions asked was what if he turned round tomorrow and said right lets do it properly, what would my reaction be.
This has all made my mind go into melt down, I'm not the strongest person in the world when it comes to all this stuff, the last few days have made me realise that I just don't do feelings very well, and when I do get 'feelings' of any kind, even lust I seem to go into slight melt down, become a typical woman and over think absolutely everything.
I know what I think I want, I've been waiting for it for long enough, but what if the idea of that is holding me back from something real, especially if it's something that I'm never going to get.
The irony of it all has been pointed out to me tonight is that physically all three are very similar and even worse is that the object of my desires is so like FBD in so many ways now its been pointed out to me is a little bit freaky, both like to party hard, both make me weak at the knees and damp in the knickers with their filthy minds, but there are other similarities, complex minds and backgrounds. One knows so much about me, things that I have never told anyone else in my entire life and vice versa. But in the same way the other I think could be well on the way to being like that as well, I dont think there is anything I couldn't tell him, he has access to all of my thoughts he gets to see what I think and more importantly what Lola thinks.
Conundrum part two man, even though he could be a passing fancy, something to keep me entertained for a Milli-second, he doesn't really figure in this at all!
When it comes down to it main difference one is the past and one is what I hoped would be the future! Although if I am entirely honest both are quite possibly as unlikely to happen as the other. So now I just have to get my over active mind to get used to that idea!
xxx
Tuesday, 22 September 2009
SHOULD THE PAST BE LEFT IN THE PAST?
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Tuesday, 18 August 2009
WHERE DOES LOLA GO FROM HERE?
Is it still fun?
Do I still need Lola in my life?
Is it time to let the real me have a little more fun?
Questions that have been floating about in my head over the last few days, mainly because they have been put there by someone!
Thought provoking online chats, chats that have left my pussy throbbing and my head pounding, finally someone who has been inquisitive enough to look further than Lola from the outset. No weeks of flirting and getting to know each other, or rather them getting to know Lola, just BANG straight in there why do I feel the need to hide behind a persona when I am clearly a very special person (his words not mine, before you think I'm getting big headed).
So as I said in my post on Sunday I've fallen into this trap before though, let myself get caught up in the whirlwind of that first flirtation and those first naughty exchanges. That hasn't turned out too well, so where to go from here? What I have realised is that what I have failed to accept up until now, is that the vast majority of these people no matter how many questions they ask, the hours spent online flirting and getting to know each other no matter what I do, or reveal about my real self, some of these people no matter how I feel about them, will NEVER see past Lola and never see me as anything but Lola and why should they, that was what attracted them in the first place, whether it be through facebook or through the blog, it was Lola with her legs or tits, that attracted them to me, so why would they want to see anything but Lola.
This man has he got under my skin! In a way that hasn't happened for a while, the difference being this time he is very keen to merge the fantasy with the reality (arghhh scary). This is someone who makes me smile and laugh out loud, but also makes me want to be very very naughty indeed. I am amazed that in a very short time he has got into my head - which is definitely the quickest way to get into my knickers.
What is it they say that the largest erogenous zone that we humans have is the mind!
That's the beauty of modern technology, msn, AIM, email and text messaging have made it possible for us to make each other cum hard, fuck each others brains out, without actually being in the same room, or without actually meeting each other in some cases.
Am I hiding behind Lola, she was only ever supposed to be around for a few months to set up Mr X and then she would disappear quietly and I would go back to being me!
I'm not saying it's time to go back to just being me, but is it time to start merging the two a little more?
The last few posts have been a lot more personal, a fact that a few friends have picked up on and have said they preferred them, because they are a little more 'me' and these are people I have got to know very well.
So I think that inadvertently Lola is becoming a little more me, but what about real life can real life become a little more Lola?
Can I take the risk, try and see if I can merge the two. Two things are certain, my face and my name are still mine. Lola, will forever be faceless, those who have seen my face are the privileged few, those that know my name even fewer and that's the way I like it.
So can I take the risk, still not sure but a few more thought provoking chats may help me to come to the decision.
Sorry deep and not at all naughty again - don't worry I'll give you something dirty soon.
xxx
Do I still need Lola in my life?
Is it time to let the real me have a little more fun?
Questions that have been floating about in my head over the last few days, mainly because they have been put there by someone!
Thought provoking online chats, chats that have left my pussy throbbing and my head pounding, finally someone who has been inquisitive enough to look further than Lola from the outset. No weeks of flirting and getting to know each other, or rather them getting to know Lola, just BANG straight in there why do I feel the need to hide behind a persona when I am clearly a very special person (his words not mine, before you think I'm getting big headed).
So as I said in my post on Sunday I've fallen into this trap before though, let myself get caught up in the whirlwind of that first flirtation and those first naughty exchanges. That hasn't turned out too well, so where to go from here? What I have realised is that what I have failed to accept up until now, is that the vast majority of these people no matter how many questions they ask, the hours spent online flirting and getting to know each other no matter what I do, or reveal about my real self, some of these people no matter how I feel about them, will NEVER see past Lola and never see me as anything but Lola and why should they, that was what attracted them in the first place, whether it be through facebook or through the blog, it was Lola with her legs or tits, that attracted them to me, so why would they want to see anything but Lola.
This man has he got under my skin! In a way that hasn't happened for a while, the difference being this time he is very keen to merge the fantasy with the reality (arghhh scary). This is someone who makes me smile and laugh out loud, but also makes me want to be very very naughty indeed. I am amazed that in a very short time he has got into my head - which is definitely the quickest way to get into my knickers.
What is it they say that the largest erogenous zone that we humans have is the mind!
That's the beauty of modern technology, msn, AIM, email and text messaging have made it possible for us to make each other cum hard, fuck each others brains out, without actually being in the same room, or without actually meeting each other in some cases.
Am I hiding behind Lola, she was only ever supposed to be around for a few months to set up Mr X and then she would disappear quietly and I would go back to being me!
I'm not saying it's time to go back to just being me, but is it time to start merging the two a little more?
The last few posts have been a lot more personal, a fact that a few friends have picked up on and have said they preferred them, because they are a little more 'me' and these are people I have got to know very well.
So I think that inadvertently Lola is becoming a little more me, but what about real life can real life become a little more Lola?
Can I take the risk, try and see if I can merge the two. Two things are certain, my face and my name are still mine. Lola, will forever be faceless, those who have seen my face are the privileged few, those that know my name even fewer and that's the way I like it.
So can I take the risk, still not sure but a few more thought provoking chats may help me to come to the decision.
Sorry deep and not at all naughty again - don't worry I'll give you something dirty soon.
xxx
Sunday, 16 August 2009
RANDOM!
Yes I am feeling very random, I have things in my head that are bothering me.
They won't go away and I feel the need to put them to bed so to speak so that the craziness that's going on in my head at the moment can quieten down and let me enjoy the evening.
It's been a strange old few days. I was starting to have doubts about whether 'Lola' was what I really wanted anymore. I guess I just got a little fed up with it always being so one-sided, always on other peoples terms, not mine and that was never supposed to be the way it worked.
Why should I listen to someone wanking in the middle of the night when I can't even speak (long story) when I know dammed well that if I'm feeling horny and wanted the same, it's not going to happen! But is that what I should expect as Lola?
Then the weekend has kind of made up for that, I re-discovered my friends list and a couple of really good fun chats with people made things seem much better.
I have perhaps got myself stuck in a rut and have been relying on people that I perhaps shouldn't for my fun, maybe it's times to realise that, that particular fun is over and they have obviously moved onto filthiness new, so perhaps I should too.
Something strange has happened to me in the last 48 hours as well I have been a lot more 'open' with people than I have ever even thought about before.
Scary? Very, but also a little freeing if that makes sense. More of the complete me rather than just 'Lola' and refreshing to find that there are people that want to know more about me than just the naughty persona and that see through the Lolaness of it all.
I've fallen into this trap before though, let myself get caught up in the whirlwind of that first flirtation and those first naughty exchanges. That hasn't turned out too well, so where to go from here?
I'm more open to things though, even giving some suggestions that have been made some serious consideration.
I'm going to give Lola a reprieve for now, but we shall see, maybe Lola is losing her appeal not just for me but for others as well.
xx
They won't go away and I feel the need to put them to bed so to speak so that the craziness that's going on in my head at the moment can quieten down and let me enjoy the evening.
It's been a strange old few days. I was starting to have doubts about whether 'Lola' was what I really wanted anymore. I guess I just got a little fed up with it always being so one-sided, always on other peoples terms, not mine and that was never supposed to be the way it worked.
Why should I listen to someone wanking in the middle of the night when I can't even speak (long story) when I know dammed well that if I'm feeling horny and wanted the same, it's not going to happen! But is that what I should expect as Lola?
Then the weekend has kind of made up for that, I re-discovered my friends list and a couple of really good fun chats with people made things seem much better.
I have perhaps got myself stuck in a rut and have been relying on people that I perhaps shouldn't for my fun, maybe it's times to realise that, that particular fun is over and they have obviously moved onto filthiness new, so perhaps I should too.
Something strange has happened to me in the last 48 hours as well I have been a lot more 'open' with people than I have ever even thought about before.
Scary? Very, but also a little freeing if that makes sense. More of the complete me rather than just 'Lola' and refreshing to find that there are people that want to know more about me than just the naughty persona and that see through the Lolaness of it all.
I've fallen into this trap before though, let myself get caught up in the whirlwind of that first flirtation and those first naughty exchanges. That hasn't turned out too well, so where to go from here?
I'm more open to things though, even giving some suggestions that have been made some serious consideration.
I'm going to give Lola a reprieve for now, but we shall see, maybe Lola is losing her appeal not just for me but for others as well.
xx
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
THE BEST SEX EVER
What counts as great sex?
Does great sex have to be with someone who's in the same room?
Is it actually possibly that the best, most compatible sex you ever had, could be with someone you've never met?
Just a few of the questions floating around in my increasingly empty mind in the last few days. How did it start? In the usual way a girly night out! Yep me and my ladies talking about sex, yet again.
Only problem we weren't keeping it to ourselves this time, there seemed to be a whole array of various people joining in on the discussion.
Imagine then being asked the question "What's the best sex you ever had?" by the nephew of the person you had the best sex ever with, when his nephew and indeed most of your friends don't even know you've fucked him!
But it got me thinking, if it's about the best sex, does that necessarily mean in these times of phone, text and online chat sex, that the best sex you ever had, could be with someone you've never actually met?
So even though I was a good JD or eight down the bottle, I started thinking about whether FBD (the guy from the last post) was he really the best sex ever, or just the best actual sex ever, because I'm starting to think that the best sex I ever had wasn't the kind I have had in real life!
Firstly it got me thinking back to the early days of Lola, the first incarnation as it were, when it was all new and very un-known and when for one reason or another I seemed to be permanently horny. Ironically it was these early days when I was a walking jumble of ranging horniness, that me and FBD finally fell apart, mainly I should add because he couldn't cope with Lola - the part of me, that he had helped unleash, he couldn't cope with!
Anyway back in the early days, it was all about the unknown, and that appealed to me back then - like many many faceless one night stands without the embarrassment of waking up next to someone you don't know, or having to do the walk of shame at some stupid time in the morning because you have crept out before Mr Faceless wakes up!
I digress in the early days of Lola it was purely faceless unknown and very very dirty and at the time I loved it. Some of those originals are still with me, some aren't. Some have become very good friends and some have become a close to me as my best friends.
And another, well he could be coming very close to the best sex I ever had!
I have found myself questioning it over the last few days, best actual sex has to begrudgingly go to FBD and ironically it was also last time we ever had sex.
It was a cold boring Saturday morning, we had been in the pub drinking together the night before, but for some reason, can't remember why, we hadn't gone home together, which in it's self was very unusual for us. I was lying in my bed, cup of tea, packet of Duchy of Cornwall stem ginger and dark chocolate cookies (my favourite) and crap Saturday TV. My phone bleeped a text, was nice and cosy and did actually consider ignoring it, but when I saw who it was from I couldn't resist. All it said was.
"If your home alone text yes, if not ignore me"
Well what's a girl to do but say yes, was I intrigued you bet. So I sent the appropriate reply. By now I was sitting up in bed any thoughts of biscuits or cups of tea out of my head. Waiting for another text I could feel the excitement rising. Knowing him as well as I did, I knew it would be good, always was.
Finally it arrived "I'm coming round to fuck you, you need to be wearing your sexiest underwear, you know which ones I really like. Knee length boots, and when you answer the door I want you to take charge. You have 20 minutes"
Just reading it I could feel myself getting wet. This was quite a departure for him, previously he had always been very much in charge. Jumping out of bed I quickly jumped in the shower, my nipples were already rock hard and soaping them with shower gel made them tingle, followed by the ZING of that invisible connection between your nipples and clit, making just showering very very difficult. Did I have time for a shower time quickie, not really but I could very possibly give myself a little tease making sure that when he arrived I was more then ready to welcome him in.
I have to admit that I was a naughty girl and had a little rub of my clit, feeling my juices stirring and the zing turning into a definite throb. He wanted sexy and me in control he was going to get it! Black and silver corset, with attached black suspenders, black fishnets and to top it all off knee high black patent leather boots with heels (mmm should sound familiar see my picture).
Looking at my watch I realised that the 20 mins was up, the anticipation of it all was going a long way to making me very very horny, the evidence of this starting to coat the tops of my thighs. As I waited by the front door I could feel my pussy lips rubbing together in my wetness, sowing the seed of an idea - he wanted me in charge he was going to get it!
Leaning my back against the front door I let my fingers stray downwards, just rubbing and teasing my clit, still not enough pressure to make myself cum, just enough to keep my on the brink.
The knock startled me and I took a second before I answered, checking the spy hole (best not greet the postman looking like madame whiplash) I could see him standing there, my heart gave a lurch - remember feelings were involved here. As I opened the door with one hand I rubbed my clit with the other and as he walked through the door and as soon as he realised what I was doing, I removed my hand and slid my sticky wet fingers into his mouth.
Grabbing him by his belt I pulled him towards me and slide my tongue into his mouth tasting my juices on his lips. I started walking back wards up the stairs and still without saying anything he knew to follow me up. As I reached the top of the stairs I turned round and opened my legs slightly wider, looking at him, I put my hand on his chest to stop him coming up any further, moving my hands to his shoulders I pushed down.
"I got a little excited waiting for you, lick me clean"
Never one to have to be asked twice to get his tongue involved, he was on his knees a few stairs lower than me and his tongue was starting to work its magic. I was so turned on already that I knew there was a very good chance that I might cum just from this, especially if he was to add a finger or two, that would be it.
Looking down I could see his cock straining in his jeans and the thought of what was behind his flies was making my mouth water. But I had to stay in control, not launch myself on his cock! No if I was going to do this properly and why the hell shouldn't I, I was going to make the most of it. The combination of the situation, what his clever tongue was doing and the naughty thoughts in my head, made for a potent cocktail and I came hard and fast, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.
On very shaky legs I made me way to my bedroom and knowing what was hidden under the pillows I lay back against them, opening my legs slightly so that he could see quite clearly the effects of what had already happened.
"Start undressing, jeans last and nice and slow" I said.
Watching as he raced to get out of his clothes, when he was down to jeans only, I could feel the anticipation building knowing that the thick hard cock that was waiting behind the prison of denim was going to give me vast amounts of pleasure quite shortly. I could see the dominant side of him starting to reassert itself, rather then taking off his jeans nice and slow as I had said he just undid them and started to rub his shaft through the fabric, slowly starting to ease them down a little so I could see the head just peaking out of the top of his fly.
"I said undress, and I didn't say you could touch yourself did I?" Time to regain the upper hand I thought.
As I said this I reached my hand under the pillow and pulled out my favourite toy, starting to tease my already very sensitive clit. Watching his face, knowing that any minute now he was going to either explode and cum all over his jeans, or he wouldn't be able hold back anymore and he would possibly pull me down the bed by my ankles and slide his cock hard and fast inside me. I was starting to think that although I was enjoying having the upper hand, I was in desperate need of his cock. Trying to gauge his mood I carried on teasing, watching his face as he also battled with his need to take over and the obvious enjoyment he was getting from me being in charge.
Dilemma? definitely. Kind of goes back to what I said in can women be truly dominant I enjoy taking charge, but in the long run, what do I want? Well, I wanted him to throw me down and ravish me. But in this situation where he was so specific in his desires, that he had taken time to think about it before hand, something he had never done before, was this just a time that I needed to just carry on as it was going and forget the increasing throbbing need between my legs for his cock. Luckily I didn't have to deliberate much longer, he solved the problem for me.
"If I don't fuck you soon, I will be cuming all over myself." He said, at the same time as I had predicted grabbing my ankles and pulling me down the bed kneeling in the end of the bed he pulled my legs up high and slid his cock in hard and fast, no teasing, no gentleness, just full on hard and fast.
I don't know what it was that made this encounter so good, especially as ultimately it turned out to be the last time, part of me in a weird way thinks I kind of knew that whilst it was happening. Maybe its was a good thing, anything after that may have been difficult to beat.
So that was the best real sex, so how about what I said about is it possible that the best sex is with someone you never even met.
I have long thought that the greatest erogenous zone we have is the mind, hell as someone who owns about 50 plus black lace erotic novels, that in itself shows that for me its all about what goes on my head. But what if you had someone who could do that for you?
Someone who always said the right thing, who instinctively knows what to say to make things go with a zing. Just hearing his voice makes that twitch in my knickers happen, even if we are just talking about normal stuff, no sex involved, just hearing him say he's laying on his bed and my knickers - if indeed I am wearing any, are getting damp.
People often ask me how do you know your a good shag and I often reply, "I have sex with myself a lot and I think I'm fucking amazing." Maybe that combined with the added benefits of someone who can make me feel so horny, and say all the right things to make it something mind blowing. Maybe that is the best sex ever.
xx
Does great sex have to be with someone who's in the same room?
Is it actually possibly that the best, most compatible sex you ever had, could be with someone you've never met?
Just a few of the questions floating around in my increasingly empty mind in the last few days. How did it start? In the usual way a girly night out! Yep me and my ladies talking about sex, yet again.
Only problem we weren't keeping it to ourselves this time, there seemed to be a whole array of various people joining in on the discussion.
Imagine then being asked the question "What's the best sex you ever had?" by the nephew of the person you had the best sex ever with, when his nephew and indeed most of your friends don't even know you've fucked him!
But it got me thinking, if it's about the best sex, does that necessarily mean in these times of phone, text and online chat sex, that the best sex you ever had, could be with someone you've never actually met?
So even though I was a good JD or eight down the bottle, I started thinking about whether FBD (the guy from the last post) was he really the best sex ever, or just the best actual sex ever, because I'm starting to think that the best sex I ever had wasn't the kind I have had in real life!
Firstly it got me thinking back to the early days of Lola, the first incarnation as it were, when it was all new and very un-known and when for one reason or another I seemed to be permanently horny. Ironically it was these early days when I was a walking jumble of ranging horniness, that me and FBD finally fell apart, mainly I should add because he couldn't cope with Lola - the part of me, that he had helped unleash, he couldn't cope with!
Anyway back in the early days, it was all about the unknown, and that appealed to me back then - like many many faceless one night stands without the embarrassment of waking up next to someone you don't know, or having to do the walk of shame at some stupid time in the morning because you have crept out before Mr Faceless wakes up!
I digress in the early days of Lola it was purely faceless unknown and very very dirty and at the time I loved it. Some of those originals are still with me, some aren't. Some have become very good friends and some have become a close to me as my best friends.
And another, well he could be coming very close to the best sex I ever had!
I have found myself questioning it over the last few days, best actual sex has to begrudgingly go to FBD and ironically it was also last time we ever had sex.
It was a cold boring Saturday morning, we had been in the pub drinking together the night before, but for some reason, can't remember why, we hadn't gone home together, which in it's self was very unusual for us. I was lying in my bed, cup of tea, packet of Duchy of Cornwall stem ginger and dark chocolate cookies (my favourite) and crap Saturday TV. My phone bleeped a text, was nice and cosy and did actually consider ignoring it, but when I saw who it was from I couldn't resist. All it said was.
"If your home alone text yes, if not ignore me"
Well what's a girl to do but say yes, was I intrigued you bet. So I sent the appropriate reply. By now I was sitting up in bed any thoughts of biscuits or cups of tea out of my head. Waiting for another text I could feel the excitement rising. Knowing him as well as I did, I knew it would be good, always was.
Finally it arrived "I'm coming round to fuck you, you need to be wearing your sexiest underwear, you know which ones I really like. Knee length boots, and when you answer the door I want you to take charge. You have 20 minutes"
Just reading it I could feel myself getting wet. This was quite a departure for him, previously he had always been very much in charge. Jumping out of bed I quickly jumped in the shower, my nipples were already rock hard and soaping them with shower gel made them tingle, followed by the ZING of that invisible connection between your nipples and clit, making just showering very very difficult. Did I have time for a shower time quickie, not really but I could very possibly give myself a little tease making sure that when he arrived I was more then ready to welcome him in.
I have to admit that I was a naughty girl and had a little rub of my clit, feeling my juices stirring and the zing turning into a definite throb. He wanted sexy and me in control he was going to get it! Black and silver corset, with attached black suspenders, black fishnets and to top it all off knee high black patent leather boots with heels (mmm should sound familiar see my picture).
Looking at my watch I realised that the 20 mins was up, the anticipation of it all was going a long way to making me very very horny, the evidence of this starting to coat the tops of my thighs. As I waited by the front door I could feel my pussy lips rubbing together in my wetness, sowing the seed of an idea - he wanted me in charge he was going to get it!
Leaning my back against the front door I let my fingers stray downwards, just rubbing and teasing my clit, still not enough pressure to make myself cum, just enough to keep my on the brink.
The knock startled me and I took a second before I answered, checking the spy hole (best not greet the postman looking like madame whiplash) I could see him standing there, my heart gave a lurch - remember feelings were involved here. As I opened the door with one hand I rubbed my clit with the other and as he walked through the door and as soon as he realised what I was doing, I removed my hand and slid my sticky wet fingers into his mouth.
Grabbing him by his belt I pulled him towards me and slide my tongue into his mouth tasting my juices on his lips. I started walking back wards up the stairs and still without saying anything he knew to follow me up. As I reached the top of the stairs I turned round and opened my legs slightly wider, looking at him, I put my hand on his chest to stop him coming up any further, moving my hands to his shoulders I pushed down.
"I got a little excited waiting for you, lick me clean"
Never one to have to be asked twice to get his tongue involved, he was on his knees a few stairs lower than me and his tongue was starting to work its magic. I was so turned on already that I knew there was a very good chance that I might cum just from this, especially if he was to add a finger or two, that would be it.
Looking down I could see his cock straining in his jeans and the thought of what was behind his flies was making my mouth water. But I had to stay in control, not launch myself on his cock! No if I was going to do this properly and why the hell shouldn't I, I was going to make the most of it. The combination of the situation, what his clever tongue was doing and the naughty thoughts in my head, made for a potent cocktail and I came hard and fast, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.
On very shaky legs I made me way to my bedroom and knowing what was hidden under the pillows I lay back against them, opening my legs slightly so that he could see quite clearly the effects of what had already happened.
"Start undressing, jeans last and nice and slow" I said.
Watching as he raced to get out of his clothes, when he was down to jeans only, I could feel the anticipation building knowing that the thick hard cock that was waiting behind the prison of denim was going to give me vast amounts of pleasure quite shortly. I could see the dominant side of him starting to reassert itself, rather then taking off his jeans nice and slow as I had said he just undid them and started to rub his shaft through the fabric, slowly starting to ease them down a little so I could see the head just peaking out of the top of his fly.
"I said undress, and I didn't say you could touch yourself did I?" Time to regain the upper hand I thought.
As I said this I reached my hand under the pillow and pulled out my favourite toy, starting to tease my already very sensitive clit. Watching his face, knowing that any minute now he was going to either explode and cum all over his jeans, or he wouldn't be able hold back anymore and he would possibly pull me down the bed by my ankles and slide his cock hard and fast inside me. I was starting to think that although I was enjoying having the upper hand, I was in desperate need of his cock. Trying to gauge his mood I carried on teasing, watching his face as he also battled with his need to take over and the obvious enjoyment he was getting from me being in charge.
Dilemma? definitely. Kind of goes back to what I said in can women be truly dominant I enjoy taking charge, but in the long run, what do I want? Well, I wanted him to throw me down and ravish me. But in this situation where he was so specific in his desires, that he had taken time to think about it before hand, something he had never done before, was this just a time that I needed to just carry on as it was going and forget the increasing throbbing need between my legs for his cock. Luckily I didn't have to deliberate much longer, he solved the problem for me.
"If I don't fuck you soon, I will be cuming all over myself." He said, at the same time as I had predicted grabbing my ankles and pulling me down the bed kneeling in the end of the bed he pulled my legs up high and slid his cock in hard and fast, no teasing, no gentleness, just full on hard and fast.
I don't know what it was that made this encounter so good, especially as ultimately it turned out to be the last time, part of me in a weird way thinks I kind of knew that whilst it was happening. Maybe its was a good thing, anything after that may have been difficult to beat.
So that was the best real sex, so how about what I said about is it possible that the best sex is with someone you never even met.
I have long thought that the greatest erogenous zone we have is the mind, hell as someone who owns about 50 plus black lace erotic novels, that in itself shows that for me its all about what goes on my head. But what if you had someone who could do that for you?
Someone who always said the right thing, who instinctively knows what to say to make things go with a zing. Just hearing his voice makes that twitch in my knickers happen, even if we are just talking about normal stuff, no sex involved, just hearing him say he's laying on his bed and my knickers - if indeed I am wearing any, are getting damp.
People often ask me how do you know your a good shag and I often reply, "I have sex with myself a lot and I think I'm fucking amazing." Maybe that combined with the added benefits of someone who can make me feel so horny, and say all the right things to make it something mind blowing. Maybe that is the best sex ever.
xx
Saturday, 25 July 2009
CAN ANYTHING MORE THAN A ONE NIGHT STAND BE NO STRINGS SEX!
We have all done it, well most of us anyway. Yep the one night stand.
I know very few people who haven't had one. Hell between the ages of about 18 and 21 my life could possibly have been classified as one long one night stand!
OK I had the odd few that I just fucked now and again when neither of us had managed to pull anyone else. In my defence I grew up in a small town so the amount of talent was limited and you didn't want to end up shagging the dregs did you.
But can someone you fuck more than once and start getting to know, can that still be called no-strings sex. I get so fed up with people referring to people that they frequently bump uglies with their fuck buddy - there is no such thing as a fuck buddy, bloody sex and the city again! Speaking from a purely female perspective (I haven't asked any of my male friends) you cannot have sex with someone regularly, waking up with them, hearing about their lives without having some feelings for them.
How do I know this? I speak from experience! I was a fully fledged grown up as well not a silly giggly late teen, shamefully over 30 and I ended up falling hook line and sinker, so much so that for the best part of four and a half years I didn't have sex with anyone else but him - the ex doesn't count really because of the Mr. Floppy situation!
But the worst thing is that this was someone that I initially had a shameful one night stand with - amazing sex but shameful none the less. Shameful why? Because he was someone who in the past I wouldn't have even shagged with someone else's girly bits. The local boy bike, that everyone seemed to have shagged at some point. He had a nasty reputation, he was a bit of a player, had distributed DVD's of him fucking his last girlfriend up the arse and had a habit of trying to get every girl he fucked to replay what had happened in that video - he had definitely read that graffiti in the toilets at the pub! But not me I had managed to avoid that for a good 10 or more years.
But hey it's surprising what you will do when you have mixed your drinks - JD and Coke, Pimms, Cider and Bacardi and Coke when the JD ran out.
If I hadn't mixed my drinks I would never have started discussing porn with him at a BBQ, and certainly would have never invited him back to mine to watch the said porn film, if we hadn't watched the film neither of us would have got so horny and we certainly would never have had the filthy and quite amazing sex that we ended up having.
And this proves my theory, after this initial encounter - which certainly broadened my horizons in more than one way! (This particular encounter was where I discovered that double penetration was good, cock in pussy, and small vibe in my arse and also that if the said vibe was turned on it was very enjoyable for both of us). After this initial encounter, I had no desire whatsoever to go there again and appreciated it for what it was, a night of amazing sex with someone that I had never really imagined myself with and someone that I wouldn't really want to fuck again.
Secretly I was a little bit embarrassed for having fucked him, I had just become another notch on boy bike's bedpost! Not something I was going to broadcast I didn't even tell my best friend who I usually tell everything. And after that initial encounter never gave him anymore thought. Well not until about three or four months later I bumped into him in the pub, both of us were trying to avoid saying anything and avoiding the fact that we had seen each other naked, but it wasn't awkward.
Next thing I know I am at home, having got back and changed into my PJ's and he is knocking on my door. Before I have even shut the front door he has me up against the wall and is pulling my pj's down and his finger immediately hit the spot, as he slid his fingers in between my pussy lips, he slid his tongue into my mouth and started rubbing around my clit nice and slow before starting to push 2 fingers inside my bubbling pussy. Still with his fingers inside me he pulled me through the door into the kitchen.
Best thing about him was his un-predictability I never knew what he was going to try next. Pulling his fingers out he lifted me up on to the worktop just resting my arse on the edge as he put my legs over his shoulders, pushing me backwards against the wall he went for gold - his tongue flicking a nice fast pace on my clit, as he finger fucked me hard and fast. Just as i was about to cum, he pulled me off the worktop spun me round and before I had time to register what was happening he was pushing his rock hard cock inside me, fucking me hard as I tried to get my hand between the cupboard and me so that I could rub my clit. He was pushing me so hard against the side that I couldn't get my hand down there. It didn't seem to matter it was one of those times when I was so horny that it I was just enjoying being fucked it wasn't about cuming it was just about getting pounded hard by a master cocksman.
Needless to say that second night was just the start of many, sometimes we would go a couple of months without seeing each other. I knew he was seeing other people as well, but pretty quickly I started to get those dreaded feelings. How could two people that had such amazing sex together not be meant to be together. The more I got to know him the more we both realised that we were the male/female versions of each other, we had both had had similar childhood and the same traumas growing up, and when we were together it was amazing, not just the sex but the compatibility.
Pretty soon though the whole things started making me feel really horrible. I started to feel very insecure about myself - if this guy who a few years ago I wouldn't have looked twice at didn't want to be with me, why would anyone else. I think that was when I started to doubt myself and that's when with my guard dropped I started chatting online to an old school friend and that old school friend turned out to be the callous, twisted man that is 'the' ex!
True to form, as soon as it became apparent that I was seeing someone else my so called fuck buddy suddenly realised that if I fell in love with someone or was seeing someone, he might start to miss out on all the great sex! Within weeks of me starting to see Mr X, FB was texting and popping round asking me to copy CDs for him and that kind of thing. One night when I was out with friends he would ask me if he could come round later. Strangely for me (fidelity never having been a part of my previous relationships) I said no, however this was good this was when he really became my friend.
When things started going wrong with Mr X guess who was there to offer me a shoulder to cry on! After a while, and after yet another frustrating visit from Mr X where he had been unable to fuck me properly yet again, FB popped round on the Friday night literally 24 hours after X had left. And 3 days of frustrations got the better of me and I started telling him what had happened, how my dream relationship wasn't working and how bad things had got. Up until this point our sex had always been very physical, he would never have been someone who could stimulate my dirty mind. But this night, he sat on the sofa with me, we had started watch a film and I was laying with my legs on his lap he told me slowly and quietly exactly what he would have been doing with me for 3 days. All the time gently stroking my lower legs.
I don't think he even got above my knees, but I was very aware of my pussy very wet, juices running down between my arse cheeks. Every time I moved even slightly I could feel my pussy lips rubbing together, making me even wetter. My nipples were rock hard and very obvious through my thin silk camisole top. In my head I was running through a few fantasy scenarios making the most of this feeling.
"Take your trousers off and get on the floor on all fours now, I said" the sound of his voice suddenly breaking through my fantasy. Pushing my legs off his lap he stood up and took my hand pulling me up. Reaching down he pulled the drawstring that held me trousers up and they fell to my feet. "On the floor" he said again. Without a second thought for what I was doing, or for Mr X I was on all fours on the floor. My pussy and arse lewdly displayed for him, and a lot more on show than normal given that one of Mr X's kinks was he liked to lay me on the bed and shave my pussy completely and FB obviously appreciated it! No sooner had I stuck my arse in the air, he was sliding his hard throbbing eight and a half inches straight inside my wetness.
No foreplay, just cock hard and fast. "Let's not fuck about, you need hard cock and if he can't give it to you I guess it's down to me." By this time he was pounding me hard his hands on my hips pulling me back hard against his cock, knowing from past experience that he could go on like this for a long time, I just surrendered myself to the joy of being filled by hot hard cock.
Afterwards I tried to convince myself that this had been my way of saying goodbye to him. Although Mr X was unable to fuck me properly he could manage all kinds of other things, all good. Not only that, sexually I wanted FB but in every other way I was 100% in love with Mr X and no matter what my love for him was stronger than my need for hard cock!
Not long after that things started to go wrong, not because of the sex, more to do with the fact that the evidence was becoming undeniable the stories of his wife not being quite so ex were all true, despite many opportunities to tell me the truth he denied her till the bitter end.
And guess who was waiting in the wings with more amazing sex, that was getting better and better, I had thought we had been doing the best for four years but this was out of this world, mind blowing sex. The kind of sex that has you grinning like an idiot in the supermarket as you get a flashback of something particularly naughty.
The irony of it all, that this so called Fuck Buddy, a man I had ever intended to even fuck in the first place, had taken the place of the man that could have been the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with!
So can someone you have sex with a lot, a fuck buddy to use that horrible term, can you fuck someone over and over again and it still be no-strings sex, the answer is most definitely NO!
xxxxx
I know very few people who haven't had one. Hell between the ages of about 18 and 21 my life could possibly have been classified as one long one night stand!
OK I had the odd few that I just fucked now and again when neither of us had managed to pull anyone else. In my defence I grew up in a small town so the amount of talent was limited and you didn't want to end up shagging the dregs did you.
But can someone you fuck more than once and start getting to know, can that still be called no-strings sex. I get so fed up with people referring to people that they frequently bump uglies with their fuck buddy - there is no such thing as a fuck buddy, bloody sex and the city again! Speaking from a purely female perspective (I haven't asked any of my male friends) you cannot have sex with someone regularly, waking up with them, hearing about their lives without having some feelings for them.
How do I know this? I speak from experience! I was a fully fledged grown up as well not a silly giggly late teen, shamefully over 30 and I ended up falling hook line and sinker, so much so that for the best part of four and a half years I didn't have sex with anyone else but him - the ex doesn't count really because of the Mr. Floppy situation!
But the worst thing is that this was someone that I initially had a shameful one night stand with - amazing sex but shameful none the less. Shameful why? Because he was someone who in the past I wouldn't have even shagged with someone else's girly bits. The local boy bike, that everyone seemed to have shagged at some point. He had a nasty reputation, he was a bit of a player, had distributed DVD's of him fucking his last girlfriend up the arse and had a habit of trying to get every girl he fucked to replay what had happened in that video - he had definitely read that graffiti in the toilets at the pub! But not me I had managed to avoid that for a good 10 or more years.
But hey it's surprising what you will do when you have mixed your drinks - JD and Coke, Pimms, Cider and Bacardi and Coke when the JD ran out.
If I hadn't mixed my drinks I would never have started discussing porn with him at a BBQ, and certainly would have never invited him back to mine to watch the said porn film, if we hadn't watched the film neither of us would have got so horny and we certainly would never have had the filthy and quite amazing sex that we ended up having.
And this proves my theory, after this initial encounter - which certainly broadened my horizons in more than one way! (This particular encounter was where I discovered that double penetration was good, cock in pussy, and small vibe in my arse and also that if the said vibe was turned on it was very enjoyable for both of us). After this initial encounter, I had no desire whatsoever to go there again and appreciated it for what it was, a night of amazing sex with someone that I had never really imagined myself with and someone that I wouldn't really want to fuck again.
Secretly I was a little bit embarrassed for having fucked him, I had just become another notch on boy bike's bedpost! Not something I was going to broadcast I didn't even tell my best friend who I usually tell everything. And after that initial encounter never gave him anymore thought. Well not until about three or four months later I bumped into him in the pub, both of us were trying to avoid saying anything and avoiding the fact that we had seen each other naked, but it wasn't awkward.
Next thing I know I am at home, having got back and changed into my PJ's and he is knocking on my door. Before I have even shut the front door he has me up against the wall and is pulling my pj's down and his finger immediately hit the spot, as he slid his fingers in between my pussy lips, he slid his tongue into my mouth and started rubbing around my clit nice and slow before starting to push 2 fingers inside my bubbling pussy. Still with his fingers inside me he pulled me through the door into the kitchen.
Best thing about him was his un-predictability I never knew what he was going to try next. Pulling his fingers out he lifted me up on to the worktop just resting my arse on the edge as he put my legs over his shoulders, pushing me backwards against the wall he went for gold - his tongue flicking a nice fast pace on my clit, as he finger fucked me hard and fast. Just as i was about to cum, he pulled me off the worktop spun me round and before I had time to register what was happening he was pushing his rock hard cock inside me, fucking me hard as I tried to get my hand between the cupboard and me so that I could rub my clit. He was pushing me so hard against the side that I couldn't get my hand down there. It didn't seem to matter it was one of those times when I was so horny that it I was just enjoying being fucked it wasn't about cuming it was just about getting pounded hard by a master cocksman.
Needless to say that second night was just the start of many, sometimes we would go a couple of months without seeing each other. I knew he was seeing other people as well, but pretty quickly I started to get those dreaded feelings. How could two people that had such amazing sex together not be meant to be together. The more I got to know him the more we both realised that we were the male/female versions of each other, we had both had had similar childhood and the same traumas growing up, and when we were together it was amazing, not just the sex but the compatibility.
Pretty soon though the whole things started making me feel really horrible. I started to feel very insecure about myself - if this guy who a few years ago I wouldn't have looked twice at didn't want to be with me, why would anyone else. I think that was when I started to doubt myself and that's when with my guard dropped I started chatting online to an old school friend and that old school friend turned out to be the callous, twisted man that is 'the' ex!
True to form, as soon as it became apparent that I was seeing someone else my so called fuck buddy suddenly realised that if I fell in love with someone or was seeing someone, he might start to miss out on all the great sex! Within weeks of me starting to see Mr X, FB was texting and popping round asking me to copy CDs for him and that kind of thing. One night when I was out with friends he would ask me if he could come round later. Strangely for me (fidelity never having been a part of my previous relationships) I said no, however this was good this was when he really became my friend.
When things started going wrong with Mr X guess who was there to offer me a shoulder to cry on! After a while, and after yet another frustrating visit from Mr X where he had been unable to fuck me properly yet again, FB popped round on the Friday night literally 24 hours after X had left. And 3 days of frustrations got the better of me and I started telling him what had happened, how my dream relationship wasn't working and how bad things had got. Up until this point our sex had always been very physical, he would never have been someone who could stimulate my dirty mind. But this night, he sat on the sofa with me, we had started watch a film and I was laying with my legs on his lap he told me slowly and quietly exactly what he would have been doing with me for 3 days. All the time gently stroking my lower legs.
I don't think he even got above my knees, but I was very aware of my pussy very wet, juices running down between my arse cheeks. Every time I moved even slightly I could feel my pussy lips rubbing together, making me even wetter. My nipples were rock hard and very obvious through my thin silk camisole top. In my head I was running through a few fantasy scenarios making the most of this feeling.
"Take your trousers off and get on the floor on all fours now, I said" the sound of his voice suddenly breaking through my fantasy. Pushing my legs off his lap he stood up and took my hand pulling me up. Reaching down he pulled the drawstring that held me trousers up and they fell to my feet. "On the floor" he said again. Without a second thought for what I was doing, or for Mr X I was on all fours on the floor. My pussy and arse lewdly displayed for him, and a lot more on show than normal given that one of Mr X's kinks was he liked to lay me on the bed and shave my pussy completely and FB obviously appreciated it! No sooner had I stuck my arse in the air, he was sliding his hard throbbing eight and a half inches straight inside my wetness.
No foreplay, just cock hard and fast. "Let's not fuck about, you need hard cock and if he can't give it to you I guess it's down to me." By this time he was pounding me hard his hands on my hips pulling me back hard against his cock, knowing from past experience that he could go on like this for a long time, I just surrendered myself to the joy of being filled by hot hard cock.
Afterwards I tried to convince myself that this had been my way of saying goodbye to him. Although Mr X was unable to fuck me properly he could manage all kinds of other things, all good. Not only that, sexually I wanted FB but in every other way I was 100% in love with Mr X and no matter what my love for him was stronger than my need for hard cock!
Not long after that things started to go wrong, not because of the sex, more to do with the fact that the evidence was becoming undeniable the stories of his wife not being quite so ex were all true, despite many opportunities to tell me the truth he denied her till the bitter end.
And guess who was waiting in the wings with more amazing sex, that was getting better and better, I had thought we had been doing the best for four years but this was out of this world, mind blowing sex. The kind of sex that has you grinning like an idiot in the supermarket as you get a flashback of something particularly naughty.
The irony of it all, that this so called Fuck Buddy, a man I had ever intended to even fuck in the first place, had taken the place of the man that could have been the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with!
So can someone you have sex with a lot, a fuck buddy to use that horrible term, can you fuck someone over and over again and it still be no-strings sex, the answer is most definitely NO!
xxxxx
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