Couchpounce #2
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Posted:Apr 5, 2014 10:10 am
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Thinking about this lady a lot lately, just random things popping up to remind me (as the actress said to the bishop). It was actually L. from the previous entries who mentioned feeling incredibly flattered by a friend of hers telling her that she could be a model on a certain website if she wanted. I'd never heard of alt-porn or the specific website, but decided to check it out.
It was very early in its existence. Much smaller and friendlier than the juggernaut it became. Members and models would interact, meet in person, throw parties... flirt. It was an interesting experience having nude models flirting with me. And it wasn't the way, say, dancers at a strip club flirt. There's no squicky knowledge underneath it all that this is essentially a financial transaction, a paid simulacrum of human intimacy. There was no requirement, no financial advantage. Pretty girls flirting with me was not something (at that point in my life) that happened to me. L. coming out to DC and seducing me was a first step in me seeing myself as a man who might be desired by women. This website was... should have been the last nail in the coffin of poor self-image, really. But poor self-image is the groundwork of some people's entire worldview, and needs to be torn out at the roots. Otherwise it eventually grows back like a weed or a wart.
One of the models was a college student up near Baltimore. She also had a boyfriend who lived down in Charlottesville. She was also an incurable flirt. I think that the distance, and the knowledge that she wasn't available, freed me to treat the flirtations as light and fun. No possibility of things going past the initial stage meant no pressure on me to feel like I had to know what to do next, which is usually what trips me up. There was nothing else I needed, nowhere else I had to go. I just had fun with what was there.
As mentioned, there were parties. I met M. in person once or twice. She was cute and sharp and charmingly goofy. We got along effortlessly, having a lot in common. The scene for the second couchpounce is a party up in Baltimore, at a member's apartment. A few of the models were there, various members had come from nearby cities. M. was there and so was her boyfriend.
As the evening proceeded, the drinking proceeded to drinking games, which got more and more risque. The atmosphere became more and more permissive. M. was on a couch with two or three other folks, one of them a young cute female site member who had a long-distance boyfriend. At some point the game required her to flash her tits, which I remember being quite nice. One thing led to another and she and another member ended up making out on the couch.
I remember thinking to myself that the couch seemed the place to be, if this pretty lady was taking the permissive atmosphere as license to make out with guys who weren't her boyfriend. The plan worked, but not as I expected. The two of them kept making out (I completely misread it as casual, btw, as the member ended up leaving her long-distance boyfriend to date this guy, another site member). It did, however, put me in position: I was drunk, I was on a couch, and the woman who was attracted to me, but whose attraction I didn't take seriously, was preparing her move.
In all honesty, I was pretty drunk and don't remember the specifics (though I do remember, because I was gleefully reminded the next day, and for several months afterward, that the drinking game at one point required me to flash my taint) I distinctly remember that at one point I was on the couch, and at a later point I was making out with M. on the couch. And I was enjoying it a lot, but in some part of my drunken mind I was aware that her boyfriend was around somewhere...
So, after a lot of necking M. leaned her lips to my ear and whispered: "So, N. and I have an open relationship. I should give you my email address..."
I later learned that her boyfriend N. had been off on the other side of the room, taking pictures of the whole thing.
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Reminiscences of L.
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Posted:Mar 25, 2014 10:42 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 7:28 am
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That last post has me thinking about L. and our week together lately. She was a lot of fun. She wasn't my first-- she was actually my second. She was the first to suck my cock, though, the first I ever fucked doggy, the first... well, I don't want to give everything away...
However, she claimed that in her home town she had a reputation as "the mighty slayer of virgins." She enjoyed breaking guys in. Kind of got off on it, I think. On our last day together, she told me that she considered it her gift to the women of the world, that after being with her any guy could go out into the world and satisfy any woman sexually-- he had the "L**** **** Seal of Approval."
That's when she leaned in and murmured in my ear, "but you didn't need any help..."
This is where it feels odd writing about her. She was very gifted at giving compliments, very free and open with her praise,
and it feels oddly like bragging any time I quote her.
I suppose it is, in an indirect way. (But if I am not for myself, and I do not allow others to be for me...)
She also gave me the secret to giving great compliments: they have to be genuine.
The morning after our first night together, we greeted the day with (what else?) more fucking. I'm a bit ashamed to admit that after our first night we didn't use any protection. She knew that I'd only ever been with one other woman, and a recent scare with an ingrown hair had lead her to a full battery of tests, plus she was on norplant. None of which meant, of course, that I shouldn't have been using rubbers anyway. I just didn't.
So we went at it bareback, missionary, a relatively quick romp. I remember I was getting very close and she cried out, "Oh my god, I can feel every inch of you!" which pushed me right over the edge. That was the first time I ever came inside a woman.
*****
It was from her, as I said, that I got my first blowjob. After a lifetime of buildup and anticipation, I found the experience disappointing. To be honest, I find blowjobs a letdown in general, and I've spent time with some truly expert fellatrices.
I'm the only person I've ever heard expressing the opinion that cocksucking is overrated, but there it is.
Cunnilingus, on the other hand? Lifelong romance.
L. gently suggested at one point that, since she had gone down on me twice maybe it was time I returned the favor. I agreed, but rather sheepishly warned her that I wasn't very good at it.
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, my last girlfriend... I went down on her a few times and she didn't seem to enjoy it very much. So I gave up trying."
5-10 minutes later:
"Where does this girl live?"
"What?"
"Your last girlfriend. I wanna hunt her down and smack her."
Like I said, it comes off like bragging. The simple fact is that I've become quite used to women saying things like: "I just want to warn you before you start, it's OK if you don't make me cum. I enjoy this, but it doesn't get me off." Then 5-10 minutes later: "Oh my GOD! WHERE did you learn to do that!?"
Does it count as bragging if it's a simple, concrete fact?
But I'll give away the secret, guys. (And ladies, because this apparently applies no matter which particular genitals you plan to put in your mouth) The secret is enjoying it yourself. If you have the kind of oral fixation that means giving head is a pleasant experience to you, something you enjoy whether or not it gets your partner off, it takes the pressure off them.
They don't feel like they have to enjoy what you're doing to assuage your ego, which (paradoxically) frees them to enjoy what you're doing. That's the secret. Love it.
You're welcome.
*****
One night we went out dancing. She was never shy about giving pointers and advice: "relax your hips a bit more, use the muscles in your lower back, there, yeah..." after a bit: "I am so turned on right now, I don't know if I can wait to get you home. I don't think I can get any more turned on than I am right now."
At that time I didn't, but in later years I got to know most of the staff at that club, to the point where I'd get invited backstage sometimes. So I know that there were rooms for the bands, rooms that weren't being used because it was a DJ night.
I sometimes enjoy fantasizing that I moseyed up to a friend, explained the situation, and asked for a favor... took her into a room, pulled the curtain, and engaged in a little rockstar/groupie roleplay. That, or found a dark alley on the way home
for some semi-public indecency.
I did neither of those things-- I made her wait.
*****
The last night she was in town, she offered to cut my hair. I was due for a haircut. We sat on the front stairs, her behind me and above a step, with a comb, a pair of scissors and a glass of water and she gave me a trim. While we were thus engaged, the local abrasive, annoying homeless guy walked past. Instead of insulting us and demanding a quarter, as he usually did, he stopped and chatted for a bit.
"So, you gonna pay her for cutting your hair?"
"Wasn't planning on it, no."
"I'm doing this free of charge."
"Free of charge, eh? I don't think so. I think when she's done, you're gonna take her inside and pay her... IN BED!"
"Oh, I sure hope he does."
"You gonna pay this lady?"
"I guess I'm gonna have to."
"Yeh, heh heh heh... IN BED!"
Then, in a performance that he would never repeat, he wandered off without asking for any change.
*****
As the homeless guy suggested, we went inside to straighten out payment. First into the shower, to wash off any extra hair left clinging to either one of us. We made sure to get each other nice and squeaky clean, then returned to my room. "I wanna try something," she said.
She got out my bottle of lube and laid on her back and had me straddle her neck with my knees hooked over her shoulders. Then she took my cock in her mouth and began sucking on it, while lubing up her fingers and my ass...
After a nice long while of making me moan and pound on the wall, she freed her mouth to ask, "How many fingers do you think that is?"
"I can't tell... two, three maybe?"
With a wicked grin: "Four."
*****
"My jaw aches at the memory..." --Belize, Angels in America
So, this is where I backtrack a bit on my earlier 'fellatio is totally overrated' stance. It can feel really good. And the idea that another person desires to give me pleasure enough that she's willing to put her body's main point of input for
positive sustenance on one of my body's points for evacuating waste is both immensely flattering and a huge turn-on. It's just I don't cum that way. I guess this wouldn't be an issue for me if it weren't an issue for the fellatrix, who in many instances WANTS my cum-- either genuinely or as part of the show. Am I overthnking this? Well, that's almost always my problem...
L. wanted my cum. I think it was the third time she went down on me she just decided she would keep going until she got it. I laid back and relaxed and just focused on the pleasant sensation, the growing arousal, listening to the squishy soft grunting sounds, allowing myself to be drawn closer and closer... and closer... and right up to the edge... closer... just about to tip over the edge...
And something held me back, just on the verge of orgasm. The slight trembling in my body grew and grew as L. continued sucking and I continued not to ejaculate, became a shuddering, became a bucking. Pleasure spread from the head of my cock out into my entire body. My jaw clenched. My head bucked against the pillow. My shoulders and back bucked against the mattress. My hips thrust into L.'s lips and still hungrily sucking mouth. And still no cum.
"There was a lot of pre-cum," she told me later, "just flowing out the whole time."
I'd read about tantric orgasm before, enough to recognize that that was probably what had just happened. This was my first experience with it, though not the last. I don't think any other time has quite matched it for intensity, though. And I've still never ejaculated from fellatio alone.
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CouchPounce #1
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Posted:Mar 22, 2014 12:50 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 7:28 am
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I have an inside joke (with myself) that women know only one active seduction technique. Because that's all they need. Subtle seductions, where she gets the man to make the moves by making him think it was his idea, are (I imagine) where the fun is, where the challenge is. Too subtle, the poor clueless schmuck doesn't even notice. Too forward, he gets spooked and weirded out and bolts.
Men and women both like to pretend that men are simple, "only after one thing." Few of us want to admit the absurd, fragile masquerade that masculinity really is, the playacting, the overgrown five-year-old pretending.
And here I started out thinking I was going to write something light and fun...
The CouchPounce:
Step 1) Get the man drunk
Step 2) Get the man on a couch
Step 3) Pounce
I'm a particularly clueless specimen of the male variety. Women bring to bear the full force of their seductive powers on me, and I fail to notice. (In all fairness, when I bring the full force of my so-called seductive prowess to bear on a lady, she usually doesn't notice either... but I think that also says more about me than it does about women) Women either give up, or they keep trying until they give up, or they eventually turn to the CouchPounce, which has yet to fail.
The first time was L., who was an internet acquaintance, a friend-of-a-friend, who wanted a place to crash while visiting DC. I offered her the fold-out couch in the living room of the group house I shared with three other guys. One of the guys worked at an art gallery, and was housing an art project for a friend of his: headless mannequins in spanish dresses. They shared the living room with the couches.
In hindsight, I wonder whether L. had come out to DC with the express intention of seducing me. She later admitted that she decided to try on first seeing me at the airport, but how much the possibility inspired her to come out east...? In any case, I never thought it was a real possibility. My failure with women vs my cluelessness around women is a true chicken vs egg puzzler. Regardless, both were in full effect at the time. I'd moved to DC from the Boston area on the heels of a spectacular romantic failure I needed to escape (a later, eerily similar failure was the impetus for my move to Chicago). I regarded all of her flirtations with me, from the subtle to the not-even-remotely-subtle, as a kind of cruel teasing that I refused to rise to.
The first night she begged to sleep in my room, claiming that the mannequins would give her nightmares. After all her rib-pokes and tickles, I refused expressing fear that she'd attack me in my sleep. The second night she complained of stiffness from the fold-out mattress... which somehow turned into her giving ME a shoulder rub.
She sat on my lap facing me, with her cleavage right at eye level, explaining that this allowed her to use eight strong fingers instead of two weak thumbs to knead the knots. I made a lap-dance joke, which lead to her writhing a bit on my crotch. And through it all, I never considered that she might be doing anything more than tormenting me for her amusement. After the shoulder rub she sat next to me on the couch and asked:
"So, what do you want to do now?"
"I don't know."
Reader, she did not believe me. I hope that you will. I affirm to this day that I really had no sense of where I wanted the evening to proceed.
"Oh, I think you do..."
"Do you? Really, I don't."
And then she was atop me, her tongue in my mouth.
A reconstruction of my internal dialogue:
Whoa, what's happening here? Is this...? OK, yeah, she's kissing me. Is that...? OK, yeah, she has her tongue pierced. That feels... interesting... is this really what I want to be doing right now? I mean, I guess I could push her off me if it isn't... but I think I'd really have to dislike what was happening before I went to that extreme... and I don't really dislike this... as a matter of fact, it's kinda nice... OK, I'll go with this...
So the rest of the week she slept in my room. Good times. Last I heard she got married, but that was years ago. Lost touch completely.
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Diminishing Returns
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Posted:Jun 11, 2012 5:23 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 7:28 am
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Any advice on keeping this fun?
It was plenty of fun at first, and now it's hitting the point of diminishing returns. Fantasy is threatening to run aground on the sharp reef of reality.
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Suspicious Minds...
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Posted:Apr 17, 2012 12:33 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2012 5:11 pm
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I keep getting Views and Flirts and Hotlistings from members who disappear the next day. Lately I've been getting Flirts from people who turn out to be Standard members... I'm a Standard member, and anytime I try to send a flirt the site tells me I need to upgrade to do that. These members have no pictures, but suspiciously ad-copy-like profiles.
Are there any real people on this site, or is it all bots trying to get me to upgrade?
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