The first time I was solely responsible for a guy's climax, as opposed to him coming during intercourse, was in high school with my first long term boyfriend. We'd made love several times before but when he made advances at the wrong time of the month I took matters into my own hand, so to speak. I loved doing it for him. It made me feel so close to him and I was so proud that I could give him such pleasure. He had to show me what worked for him and it took awhile but at the end it was very intense for him and he came like a spurting fountain all over his shirt haha. I had never seen a guy come before and was utterly fascinated and have thought often of it over the years. It was so hot!
Three in high school (two were once only) then none until my wedding night four years later.
In a Grady White center console going about 40 mph on Galveston Bay en route to a fishing tournament early in the morning with many other boats nearby.
Never on purpose, but sometimes clothes have a mind of their own.
I used to have dreams where I would suddenly discover I had a penis. What would I do? Get a sex change!
The Princess Bride or Casablanca.
I like it if he will LAY STILL and let me pleasure him. My husband likes to be in control. He likes BJs for a minute or two, but then wants to take charge.
I like it if he will LAY STILL and let me pleasure him. My husband likes to be in control. He likes BJs for a minute or two, but then wants to take charge.
Only a few times in my life. When I manage one I am inordinately proud of myself. When it happens, it's usually with me on top in a long session or I'm extremely aroused and it happens very quickly. Orgasms that way are not as intense as when my clitoris is stimulated, but profoundly deeper. A vaginal orgasm seems to involve my whole body whereas a clitoral one is more localized.
Grey cotton bikinis. I worked in the yard all day.
Grey cotton bikinis. I worked in the yard all day.
It really depends on my mood and who is doing the staring. Sometimes I find it very offensive, like when I'm at work in a meeting or something and some guy keeps staring at my boobs. I'm like, REALLY? Or if I'm at the beach sunning and notice some creepy guy wearing sunglasses but obviously undressing me in his mind it makes me very uncomfortable. But sometimes I really like it and maybe even encourage a bit of staring haha. I've posted a few (very chaste) pictures on Lush that I think show me off in a flattering way and I am secretly titillated when I think that guys actually find them hot. Guys like to look, girls like to show.
It really depends on my mood and who is doing the staring. Sometimes I find it very offensive, like when I'm at work in a meeting or something and some guy keeps staring at my boobs. I'm like, REALLY? Or if I'm at the beach sunning and notice some creepy guy wearing sunglasses but obviously undressing me in his mind it makes me very uncomfortable. But sometimes I really like it and maybe even encourage a bit of staring haha. I've posted a few (very chaste) pictures on Lush that I think show me off in a flattering way and I am secretly titillated when I think that guys actually find them hot. Guys like to look, girls like to show.
Not on purpose, although sometimes I've given guys an eyeful by being careless. That either makes me angry that they're looking or embarrassed. I will have to confess to allowing guys a peek down my top before. Not that I flashed them or anything, but maybe I didn't move to cover up when I noticed them staring. I would never admit that out loud.
I've never dumped a guy. They always dumped me.
A well-fitting bikini or very short shorts ;)
Until recently I was fully waxed and bare as can be. I dutifully had it done at a salon every three weeks by a little old Vietnamese lady and her daughters. Recently, though, I've gone back to neatly trimmed. Being waxed was very beneficial. For instance, if ISIS ever captures me and tries to torture me into telling national secrets like the flight schedule of Southwest Airlines they will surely fail. If that little old Vietnamese lady cannot make me spill my secrets by brutally RIPPING THE SKIN off my most sensitive places OVER AND OVER AGAIN, what hope do mere terrorists have? Do your worst! I will laugh at your feeble attempts.
Not yet. But we will this evening ;)
I can get very aroused when I'm creating the first draft. I try to imagine exactly what my characters are feeling or doing. But after the tenth revision I usually just want to get it done.
