Anything.
I love that little shot of adrenaline manufactured when my lover is holding me down and his penis is blocking my airway. Its better than a roller coaster. Logically I know that in a second he'll let me take a breath, but million of years of evolution have conditioned us towards self-preservation. My body reacts involuntarilly and I try to pull away and he holds me a few seconds longer before letting me go.
I enjoy having him come in my mouth, or in my ass or cunt a little more than I enjoy being ejaculated on. But so long as it's not in my ears, eyes, or nose it's all good. It's even better if a girlfriend cleans me up afterward-- lips and tongue, not a washcloth.
Quote by GraceThe trick to getting into the small motors class was getting kicked out of home ec-- who knew that a whole skillet of cooking oil on high heat would burst into flame.
i wanted to take industrial arts but was told I had to take home ec. i left school at 15 and was an emancipated hippie.
Quote by MeggsyI went to a public high school in the US. By a strange twist everyone there had to be at least 16 years of age. I ran track and was on the cross country and rifle team. Us jockettes... Well, we had a whole lot of Sapphic experiences together. Our favorite coach was truly supportive, bi-sexual and polyamorous. She never had a relationship with a student, and she did provide active cover for anyone who was in a consensual relationship.
I was a complete misfit in a boarding school for girls from far more affluent and social backgrounds than mine.
I was caught in bed with another girl and segregated. It had to be my fault as I was not a 'young lady'.
There was a teacher who it turns out was lesbian and the two of us formed a relationship which changed my whole life - for the better, fortunately.
I knew what I wanted. The school could not help me get what I wanted. I just needed the diploma.
To the boys who were years behind me developmentally I was a .
To the girls on the team I was a playmate-- athletically and sexually. And we often played rough.
To the more mature guys I hung out with at work I was a wanton slut who had them all wrapped around her finger.
To the guys and gals who could deal with me, and the facts of human biology, and set aside jealousy. Guys who could check their macho impulses... I became a lifelong companion echoing the words of the Apostle Paul in his letter to the Corinthians (9:19) "Though I am free and belong to no one, I have made myself a slave to everyone, to win as many as possible."
My word is is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, besides being the longest word in any of the major English language dictionaries-- it refers to a lung disease contracted from the inhalation of very fine silica particles-- it's a great "safeword." Be sure to pronounce it correctly through the gag.
I tried orgasm denial once. It was the roughest eleven hours, twelve minutes, and thirty-six seconds of my life. But seriously, sure... It's all about self control. I don't like vocalizing too much, that's too distracting, but its fun being brought to the edge only to cool off just a bit go back to the precipice... stop and go several times till you ache and then fire. I've done it both on top and bottom with guys and gals. It's time consuming, but everyone seems to enjoy it.
A perfect pussy is the one attached to your lover. I like it dripping wet from a shower on the bathroom vanity, or on satin sheets filled with a couple loads from guys I love too. The hair belongs, mine was dishwater blonde but it's lightening (graying) so I never needed to trim it. Some gals with darker remove the hairs not covered by a swimsuit. I think it's sexy having a few escape. Myself and a girlfriend got Christina's and had our majors pieced four times when we were 20-ish-- which while pretty was a functional mod-- but it's hard to beat au naturale.
Actually, I can't recall the last time that I had sex and I didn't... IIRC, my personal best was 21. Good freinds, not random strangers-- okay many are strange, but none are random, or -er... I could give you names, but I won't 10 were male, and 11 female that wonderful night. (We called it the "100 hours," on extended weekends and such one gal would take everyone for 4 days 4 hours straight. Well, nothing exceeds like excess. I wish I was still physically up to it.)