Category Archives: Sex

Confession

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I have a confession to make.

I engaged in ex-sex over the holiday break.

Yes, I did.

My ex was in town at the same party as me and I figured, “Why not?”

And so I grabbed it with my hungry little hands and ate deeply.

Do I regret it?

Not. One. Bit.

Not only did I completely enjoy myself, I took a trip down memory lane and partook of my ex’s BIG DADDY energy as thoroughly as I could.

After all, it’s not all that often I get topped in the bedroom, so the change of pace was nice.

I’d like to say that I thought about this decision LONG and HARD.

But the truth is I barely gave it a thought.

That could lead to fallout I know, but so far there’s been none.

I haven’t been heartsick with longing.

Or wishing I could go back in time and make things turn out differently.

I haven’t even THOUGHT about what we did, other than to put a big smirking grin on my face from time to time.

I’d like to credit my hormones for helping me act SPONTANEOUSLY, because I was SERIOUSLY RIPE FOR THE PICKING.

And to quote my favorite flute-playing, leotard-wearing, bad-ass-bitch Lizzo, “I’m feeling GOOD AS HELL!”

 

 

 

Things that make you go hmmmmmmm…

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bondThe other day, my friend Walt told me he had something done called bondassage.

It’s just what it sounds like – a combination between bondage and a massage.

Basically, you get naked, then you are blindfolded, tied up, and all sorts of stimulation is applied to your body – including slaps, strokes, massage, and flogging.

At least Walt THINKS he was flogged. He’s not entirely sure since he was blindfolded. But at the end, he felt flogged.

As Walk put it, “It’s a new thing.  There was a ton of skin stimulation with different textures that left my entire body tingling, vibrating, pulsing and whooshing for minutes after.  It’s great to just soak it in.”

Bondassage is touted as a great experience for people who want to explore BDSM but need to enter the scene slowly and with caution.

At least as much caution as is possible when you’re tied up and blindfolded (which I personally think requires a lot of trust).

The fruitful union of soothing touch and bodywork combined with something a little darker is starting to appeal to more than just your average man. Women are flocking to this new activity too. Perhaps because the appeal of BDSM and sensual massage is universal. And bondassage is so accessible.

According to Walt, it was very sexy. “I got a real good taste of it, enough that I am satisfied for now. I really liked the lighter stuff – the things that enhance sensation. I will want to learn that.”

And maybe that’s what he’s going to take away from this experience – the high sensation moments that left him feeling stimulated and satisfied. Things worth learning to please your partner.

Things that make you go hmmmmmmm…

Silver Lining

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I’m stuck on the Anal Sex Guy.

And not in a good way.

I actually entered him into my phone as “Joe Anal Sex Guy” so that I don’t accidentally text him thinking he’s someone else.

Just in case he continues to text me, I’ll know to refuse to meet him.

I suppose I should be surprised that someone asked for something so intimate from me RIGHT OFF THE BAT.

I certainly think his request was premature and also indicative that he has no idea how special something like that is.

It requires talent and skill.

Here he is asking right off the bat for something incredibly intimate with barely a thought as to the kind of trust that such an activity takes.

It’s mind boggling.

I attribute his ignorance (and misplaced enthusiasm) to the over-pornographication of men.

It feels like, as a woman, I’m being asked to engage in intimate activities with barely a thought as to my own safety and pleasure.

I feel like it’s all about the man and HIS pleasure.

Which doesn’t surprise me.

I’ve got news:  I may be a sexually active hot-blooded American woman, but I still deserve respect.

I feel like I need to quote Barbara here and say, “You’re asking for the benefits a wife provides when you’ve only bought yourself the girlfriend package.”

And it’s SO TRUE!

He’s reaching higher than his current relationship status of casual acquaintance allows.

Sometimes, men can be REALLY STUPID!

But at least I learned this ahead of time before investing days into communicating with him.

There is a silver lining.

Happy Endings

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Don’t you just LOVE a happy ending?

I was out on a date with a guy and he admitted to me that his last massage had a “happy ending.”

For those of you living under a rock, that means his “massage technician” jerked him off at the end of the massage thereby giving him a “happy ending” to his massage.

Now I was a little surprised.

First, I was astonished that he just admitted it to me out of the blue.

Maybe he was trying to steer the conversation in a sexual direction.

Second, I was a little shocked.

Not because he allowed himself to enjoy a happy ending massage, but because the massage parlor was in the illustrious town of Los Gatos.

What massage parlor in Los Gatos is doling out happy ending massages?

Come on!

This is not the first time a date admitted to a happy ending massage with me.

Another guy told me about the one he had when he was in India with – get this – a MALE masseur.

So go figure.

It happens in India.

It happens in Los Gatos.

Apparently happy ending massages are very popular.

Crime scene sex

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In my life, I’ve met men who were squeamish about period sex and men who really could care less.

Personally, I’m in favor of it.

Especially in long term relationships.

I dislike it when it’s my first time with someone, or when things are still “new.”

I don’t think it’s dirty, per se.

I think it’s messy.

So you can imagine I was LESS THAN THRILLED when Aunt Flow arrived just in time for my date with Duncan’s Hero.

The best laid plans, eh?

And he had PRISTINE WHITE SHEETS.

Oh God!

Talk about intimidating.

So I did what any woman afraid of white sheets would do.

We had a one-sided romp.

Afterwards, he admitted to not being the least bit bothered by period sex.

Just an FYI for me, of course.

In fact, he actually told me about the time he had, as he put it, “CRIME SCENE SEX.”

I didn’t know there was a term for it, but apparently there is.

Just so you know, I’m not into crime scene sex.

Why make a big mess even bigger, I ask you?

But for what it’s worth, this one-sided shit isn’t exactly satisfying.

Juice

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I’ve been waiting for the exact right moment to write a post titled Juice, after one of my favorite songs by Lizzo.

And now I can.

Because my JUICE is back.

I’ve been struggling to write blog posts lately, when usually they just come out of me as freely as shit comes out of a baby (and about as pleasant).

But ever since I got ghosted for a second time, I’ve been struggling to relight my inner fire.

I’ve been recycling posts and using my quilt hobby as a major contribution to my posts in the last few weeks.

But not anymore because the JUICE is back and it’s flowing baby!

Just in time for Halloween and my birthday.

It may have something to do with the fact that it’s officially been almost two months since I got ghosted and I’ve finally released the latent outrage I was feeling.

Or, it could have something to do with the fact that it’s just impossible to keep me quiet for any length of time.

OR. . .

. . . maybe it has to do with the hot tub date I had last week where I managed to really knock one out of the park with a really phenomenal. . . BAT!

But baseball analogies aside, I’m feeling good and I’m having a good time writing new blog posts for unblunder.

So thanks for sticking with me.

And in the immortal words of Lizzo:

If I’m shinin’, everybody gonna shine
I was born like this, don’t even gotta try
I’m like chardonnay, get better over time
Heard you say I’m not the baddest, bitch, you lied

I am one JUICY woman!

Nope

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It’s not what you’re thinking.

I’m not going to tell another story about some guy’s tacky advances on Tinder.

No.

Or mention again that I got ghosted by the last guy I dated.

Instead I’m going to share with you that I got a little action last weekend.

Indeed.

It’s been months since that happened and I was happy to break my abstinence streak, or so I thought.

Turns out, when you haven’t done the deed for a while, things down there aren’t as robust as they normally are.

And vigorous activity can lead to some discomfort.

I spent the night at a friend’s house.

I’m not one to turn down ANOTHER romp in the hay but let me tell you, it is possible to DO IT TOO MUCH.

And then you have to stop.

Briefly, I thought, “Well, MAYBE I can sneak in another session without my nethers screaming too loudly at me that it hurts. . . “

But no, I must inform you that there are times in a woman’s life when her vagina must exert dominance over her libido with a loud and resounding, “NOPE!”

The pickle pouch

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5681db484a9d8b0c63101aa9877d1722I have a love-hate relationship with condoms.

On the one hand I love what they do – prevent unintended pregnancy and the transmission of nasty old STDs.

On the other hand I hate for they feel – like I’m trying to pick up a dime with rubber gloves on.  There’s not much sensation.

But recently, I read MyLifeOnMatchAndMore’s enthusiastic blog post on “For the Love of Lube” and I couldn’t help but follow her link to Lucky Bloke, who sells variety packs of condoms and lube.

(Incidentally lube (Gun Oil) is something I have ALWAYS loved)

It started me thinking.  Maybe the next generation of condoms are superior to the ones I’m used to.  Maybe, just maybe I can learn to love condoms again.

Lucky Bloke has several awesome variety packs available:

  1. Non latex – For the sensitive among us.
  2. Smaller fit – For those challenged in the cock department (just remember size doesn’t matter?).
  3. Standard – For the average man.
  4. Mixed sizes – When you don’t know what size you are.
  5. Japanese Ultra thin – The very best in ultra thin.
  6. Flavored – Really?  Why?  Nevermind.
  7. Ultra thin – Ultra thin.  ‘Nuff said.
  8. Pleasure shaped – Condoms aren’t just ribbed anymore.
  9. Textured – like wearing an argyle sweater on your cock.

Maybe I can learn to love condoms a little more and hate them a little less.

 

30 years of f*cking

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It’s officially been 30 years since I became sexually active.

I know this because I remember the date I lost my virginity.

It was July 8, 1989.

I was fifteen years old.

The only reason I didn’t lose it sooner is that the guy I picked to give my virginity to wound up backing out at the last minute.

I guess he was a big virgin too.

I’m not crazy about remembering dates to things like this.

It’s just that 7-8-89 is an easy date to remember.

It seems that now would be as good a time as any to review my sex life and make some changes, if needed.

Clearly, I have no sex life to speak of and so I’d like to change that.

However, I think I’ve made some good decisions lately about who to share that slice of myself with and who to abstain from sharing it with.

So I give myself points for that.

And, of course, no analysis of my sex life would be complete without acknowledging that there have been some MAJOR changes in my sex life, namely because I’m dating the new guy, but also because I’ve had a health scare or two.

Sure, there’s no one to speak of right now who I’m sharing intimacies with, but that’s likely going to change and I give myself bonus points for actually taking the time to get to know somebody as well as for creating a little empty space for someone new to enter the picture.

It was getting CROWDED.

Kidding!

The pickle pouch

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5681db484a9d8b0c63101aa9877d1722I have a love-hate relationship with condoms.

On the one hand I love what they do – prevent unintended pregnancy and the transmission of nasty old STDs.

On the other hand I hate for they feel – like I’m trying to pick up a dime with rubber gloves on.  There’s not much sensation.

But recently, I read MyLifeOnMatchAndMore’s enthusiastic blog post on “For the Love of Lube” and I couldn’t help but follow her link to Lucky Bloke, who sells variety packs of condoms and lube.

(Incidentally lube (Gun Oil) is something I have ALWAYS loved)

It started me thinking.  Maybe the next generation of condoms are superior to the ones I’m used to.  Maybe, just maybe I can learn to love condoms again.

Lucky Bloke has several awesome variety packs available:

  1. Non latex – For the sensitive among us.
  2. Smaller fit – For those challenged in the cock department (just remember size doesn’t matter?).
  3. Standard – For the average man.
  4. Mixed sizes – When you don’t know what size you are.
  5. Japanese Ultra thin – The very best in ultra thin.
  6. Flavored – Really?  Why?  Nevermind.
  7. Ultra thin – Ultra thin.  ‘Nuff said.
  8. Pleasure shaped – Condoms aren’t just ribbed anymore.
  9. Textured – like wearing an argyle sweater on your cock.

Maybe I can learn to love condoms a little more and hate them a little less.