Interchangeable Sexual Encounters

Back in November I almost had a hat trick; within 8 hours I would have had sexual intercourse three times. This was thwarted by my lover's desire to sleep. He turned me down. Now I had started an excellent narrative of this rejection, how it made me feel as a woman, and what my expectations of my lover were. After completion of this segment of the blog I planned to describe the other two sexual encounters of that time period (the eight hours in question). I, however, was called away from the process and by the time I was able to return to writing several days later I was unable to recall the details of those particular instances clearly. No, dementia is not setting in; rather, my lover and I had engaged in at least half a dozen sexual encounters since the day in question.

Of course I have had intercourse since this time with my dearest, some of it quite delightful. There was one case of multiple orgasms as I pinned him down on the bed and used his cock and pelvic bone to satisfy my own needs. I believe this was the same night I was washing dishes in his kitchen and he approached me. Rubbing himself against me, he began to stimulate my inner desires and I imagined that I was a reserved housewife, minding my own business when my lover approaches me with fervent desire. He prepares to take me there in the kitchen, but decided against and tease me with his erect penis. We move to the living room, leaving our clothing behind. As I lay on the couch, he enters me so forcefully and begins thrusting with such power. He then pulls out and begins to tease me with his hands. He continues to use his hands to stimulate my clit while watching me squirm. I moan and plead with him to let me straddle his body and feel his penis inside as I rock my hips. He denies me and continues to tease me. I try to squirm away so I can gain an advantage and we can engage in coitus. But he holds me down, continuing the tease. Finally the build up is too great and I beg him to let me ride him. He agrees and lays back. Right there on the sofa, I ride him until I feel my muscles spasm and the rush overcome me. Wait, wait, this is a totally different sexual rendezvous. The multiple orgasms I am thinking of happened in his bedroom, not the living room. I believe the night of the multiple orgasms I had shown my desire by humping the couch. he found this quite amusing.

I cannot keep all my tryst straight inside my head. I guess this is the burden I bear for having intercourse with the same man for two years. The good sex kind of melds together over time. Looking on the bright side of the situation, I suppose it could be bad sex sex, or worse, mediocre sex. We have good sex, occasionally excellent sex, and on those rare occasions we have utterly mind blowing intercourse. If our everyday sex is good, then I have no complaints. I feel for those people who are having mediocre sex and they do not even know it.

Alright, thanks for reading my ramblings. I gained some insight to my sexual life, and I hope this offered some usable information.

The Case of Sickness Induced Celibacy and Medication Dampened Libido

Getting up everyday and going to a job consumes creative energy within me. So instead of expending energy to write, scrapbook, dance, or paint I stare at the television or sleep. Sexual intercourse also loses some of its luster when one is not engaging in other stimulating pursuits. At this point in time, however, I am not working. I am on medical leave from my job because my health is not progressing. This gives me some free time, while sitting waiting for my colon to heal, to ponder my sexual activities.

Pondering my sex life produces a variety of feelings. One feeling is that it is good to be having sex again. However, I feel slightly disappointed that I had not been having sexual intercourse as often as I should have been. My lover is quite understanding; he got by masturbating onto my smooth skin for three weeks prior to me being hospitalized. The week I was in the hospital, he got nothing. It was a great relief when we were finally able to have coitus once more. We have been having sex every time we see each other because at this point in time I am well enough to have intercourse and I have some energy to perform. I use intercourse as a form of exercise.

My sex drive is not as strong as it once was. My sex drive rivaled that of my male counterpart. This made use quite compatible in the bedroom, the living room, staircases, back seats, parks, and anywhere else the mood strikes. Now it takes a little bit of work for me to feel aroused. Being perpetually wet has not changed, but the warm fuzzy feeling in my loins does not come with the mere thought of sexual contact. I no longer view pornography and have not masturbated in months. Pleasuring my self was an event that would take place multiple times a week in addition to having intercourse or other sexual encounters with my current love or past partners. Often I would take time to engage in self love, admiring my body much like a fine piece art. I would enjoy the look of my body in a mirror, taking in all my curves. Other times, I would become so aroused without any direct stimulation that I would quickly need to masturbate to relieve the pressure. At time I would just sit, thinking intently about sexual interactions to cause my body to become aroused. This is no longer the case. It has almost become normal for me not to engage in self-stimulation, which for me is bizarre considering the frequency at which it used to occur. This is only the first example of my decreased libido.

Sexual thoughts no longer occupy my conscious mind. Daydreaming about sex is no longer common place in my daily life. My clitoris used to engorge with desire at the thought of my lover’s broad shoulders and the nail marks littering his skin. I no longer have these thoughts on a regular basis. I also no longer have an outrageous physical to sexual content. Other’s sexual encounters that I observe or hear about no longer create the same craving for carnal knowledge as before. It takes more physical stimulation from my lover and his nimble fingers. I do not engage in the strenuous marathon sex sessions that used to dominate my interactions. Twice a day is now peak for me, which is far from what it was. I no longer have the burning desire to suck my lover’s cock for the hell of it. This is new territory for me; it is slightly upsetting when I spend any amount of time thinking about it. I hope and pray that I am not turning into “that girl.” The more logical explanation, I believe, is illness and medication. I am thinking my decreased libido is a side effect of being ill and taking a host of medications. I have Crohn’s disease that is not well controlled and has not been for some time. As a result of this, I take many medications. I take nine different medications and a bunch of vitamins totally in over twenty pills a day.


I long for the sexual encounters I experienced early in the summer. My dear and I spent a glorious night out on his grandparents’ boat. I rode him like a champ and had multiple orgasms. I gripped the edge skylight and used it for extra leverage to ride his cock like I owned it. This was after he has already busted all over my breast. Soon I hope to regain this fierce attitude. Until then, I will continue to get it when I can.

Ever so satisfied to be banging again...

I am back after a long blog writing hiatus. First it was because I became too busy with work. Then I switched agencies to another position. Soon after this, illness struck.


A little back story…


In April 2010, I was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis. Basically my colon was lined with ulcers and nothing I ate was absorbed properly. Not to mention frequent trips to the bathroom permeated my life. I entered a somewhat stable remission period of over a year before I was ill again. It started out slow and the then started to grow. Soon it was determined that I did not have ulcerative colitis but Crohn’s disease; a disease quite similar in nature. Although I was not nearly as ill as the first time I had a flare of disease, I was in pretty bad shape. Getting up and going to work was a challenge. Focusing on any task was a struggle. It was cause for celebration if I was awake for more than twelve consecutive hours. Suffice to say I was not interested in any sort of sexual activity. This of course took a great toll on my current relationship. I tried to oblige my man when I could, but often this was less than satisfying for both of us. It usually involved me laying quite passively, clearly waiting for it to end so I could go to sleep and him reaching somewhat disappointing orgasms. It was far easier for me to take off my shirt and let him masturbate onto my chest. I offered him the chance to go and seek the company of another woman, one who would satisfy the urges and the deep dark cravings he was not getting from me. But he did not. He stuck by me and for this he deserves props. It was rough for him, being deprived sex and having to deal with a very sick person.


Not all sexual encounters during this time period were dismal. There were the occasional times when I could muster up some energy to ride him enough to achieve climax, and then roll to my back so he could rut on me till he had finished. These times had some passion and feeling behind them. One such occasion was extremely special because both of us reached out peak of pleasure within moments of each other. Since this is reported as a rare phenomenon, I was quite ecstatic about its occurrence.


This time period has since ended. I am slowly recovering my sexual desire. I am not ashamed to admit I have at moments jumped my lover just for the sake of using his body to satisfy my own selfish need for climax. I discovered how much I had missed the physical aspect of our relationship and have been trying to show him this realization. Not only am I not too exhausted to engage in sexual intercourse, my body is being much more cooperative. Natural lubrication has once again entered my life; the flood gates have reopened and I feel the burning desire. At most moments of the day my body is poised and ready to accept sexual advances. And mentally I am feeling better about sexual interactions. I have less fear that I may have some sort of embarrassing bowel accident (which is kind of funny because I have no qualms about anal). I feel more freedom to engage in coitus.


On the other hand, my body is taking a serious beating from the medications. Alterations to my appearance are not becoming apparent, at least to me, if not everyone else. With these alterations come some feelings of inadequacy and unattractiveness. At most times I am able to grapple with these feelings and win. Hizah!


The moral of my posting today? I plan to keep writing because it helps my soul and I plan to keep having invigorating sexual intercourse. At the current time I have no new and exciting stories or epic sexual adventures to regale anyone with, except maybe my rendezvous at a rest stop on the path of the Thruway…