Just like the first time

It is true that you will never forget your first kiss, and of course, your first night.

However, there is that one kiss, that one sexual act that takes you back in time and brings you to the first time you have experienced love and heaven being in the same place as you two are.

Just like last night. My body was with him, my heart was where it always has been (albeit swelling with happiness and pure bliss), but my mind, well, it took me back in time where we had only a vague idea of what making love means, and there was only him, and me, and the night that we are about to share. What we have that very first night, was each other, and our bodies to surrender to one another.

First night is often associated with devirginizing, but it wasn't true in our case. It was only submitting to the wonder and curiosity of how each other would look without clothes on. Of admiring God's work, and giving in to nature.

I loved how last night went. While we were used to having wild sex these past few months, it was still possible to have comfortably sweet sex.

Confessions of a Sexaholic

It has been a long time. So what's up with me and my sex life? Well, last last week we had an encounter, only I could not quite remember what happened then. All I could remember was, I had fallen short in my attempt for initiating ambush sex. How could I when he is a very light sleeper and with my every move, he is instantly awake.

Another issue I have with regards to ambush sex, which he is oh so very good at, is that a woman could find it harder to do the first move because (maybe I am just speaking for myself, but) I have to get wet first before I plunge myself into him. Hmmmm maybe buying a lube is an option. I might as well do this, but I'm still waiting for motivation to do this.

Then there was last night, which is an entirely different story. I could only say that I am loving his juice the more I get to taste it. He's just the sweetest thing, his juice included. Moreover, I don't know where the enthusiasm is coming from, but whereas previously I only give him the head once every other sexcapade, I can say that no encounter is complete without it. Plus, I just love seeing him so happy and so helpless at the same time. Then comes the aftermath, which often manifests in the form of multiple texts daily to remind me of just how much he loves me.

I just oh so love him and I only wish we could stay together in one place soon. Married or not I always need him beside me. Please answer my prayer, God.

Information overload

Have you ever realized that knowing too much might actually lead you to trying even the wildest things you never thought you are capable of doing? Whoever said that knowledge is power probably never foresaw the effects of information overload to me and my boyfriend.

Earlier this week, I told my boyfriend that I have learned that pineapple could make sperm sweet to the taste. Maybe, if that is the case, I would just do the thing that I have never tried before, to choose "swallow" over "spit."

Here came Tuesday and he was proud to say that he ate nothing but pineapple, and drank nothing but pineapple juice.

That night, I laid down three rules:
1. Once I gave him the head, he would not allow me to escape;
2. He should try as much as he can to come soon; and
3. He is not to announce that he is coming.

So after a few minutes of sucking his (brains out?), out came the juice. Yum! It actually tasted good. Just like my favorite flavor of yoghurt.

After that, we (as usual) discussed how it went. I asked him how it felt, and he said "it was awesome!!!" He also admitted that he was worried that I might not like the taste, and was afraid to see me puking.

But the effects of information overload did not end there. He had another issue. He want to see me "squirt."

Of course we have been trying since the day he won the argument that even girls can spurt, but with no success. He was bugging me ever since, and an too familiar line I hear from him each time we are making love is "it's ok to pee, if you feel like peeing, it's not pee at all."

So I consulted from a forum how come I wasn't able to give him what he asks of me, and now I know that not all women are able to do it.

I sulked over that matter for like a split second, but hey, whatever it is, it is just not me, and my boyfriend still loves me either way (confirmed it from him).

Now this just gave us another reason to laugh at our crazy, silly experiments.

Give and you shall take

To seize every opportunity is the most dominant mantra I have of how I should live my life. This is the reason why I never pass on the chance to do anything, be it to make me happy, to make my boyfriend happy, or to add that nth layer of sugar coating to our relationship.

That is, also, the reason why within 7 days after my menstruation, me and my boyfriend just couldn't let the chance to make love pass. After that time frame expires, my boyfriend just has to release his juice somewhere else.

The only problem is, during that time frame, I don't allow his face anywhere near my V - something that really annoys him. I think what annoys him is not because I don't want him to smell that stinking blood, albeit there are only one or two drops that come out for a period of 8 hours, but because he couldn't please me and watch me as I revive that exorcism scene from the movie, The Exorcist.

But last Friday, we discovered that it doesn't have to be that he has to "eat" my V before he can see me having an O. He can stimulate my C with his fingers, while his mouth is busy sucking on my breast and still give me that most amazing feeling only some women are lucky to experience.

But still, he said he wasn't "satisfied" because he had not tasted my V that night. He's always hungry, it seems. Am I not feeding him enough? And when he is hungry, I become hungry too, so we just have to indulge in as much "food" as we want.

So Monday evening, we resumed our "session." He was happy again. But we were not able to have morning sex, which I realize only too late, is very important to help me get through the day (and the succeeding days without sex).

My, my we just can't get enough of each other. Hope we never do, for like, forever.