Today's post is taken from Simone's blog at http://www.skinnydip.ca/, "Making Sex Make Sense". A guy friend of mine from Austria and I had a chat, we ended up discussing around the topic of sex, just like any "good conversation" between friends would. It reminded me of Simone's post I had read a few weeks ago. So I can't help but sharing a part of it on my blog. The part that makes great sense.
Have you ever met someone that you have been, instantly, insanely, attracted to? Yeah, that's #8. We met on the eve of my 21st birthday at a bar I used to go to. One minute we're dancing together, the next we're pressed up against the packed bar, making out passionately, his hands reaching up under my skirt.
him: "Can I take you home?"
me: "I'm not that kind of girl. I don't do those kinds of things"
him: "Ok, well do you want to come outside and have a cigarette with me?"
So, I followed him outside into the alley adjacent to the bar. He never ended up smoking the cigarette. Instead, the kissing continued. Then he kneels down, pulls my underwear down & begins going down on me, while my back is pressed up on the graffitied wall of the alleyway. Barely Concealed by the darkness from the passers by on Queen St: ORGASM. It was totally sleazy & inappropriate & hot.
him: "Can I take you home now?"
me: "No. How about this: I'll take YOU home. My turf. My rules. And I'm NOT sleeping with you"
We spent the next four hours in my bed, mostly with his heads between my legs.
I counted the orgasms 6....7....8..........9
(where did he learn to do this?!)
When the clock struck 6 am, he resurfaced for air. Out of breath & exhausted I said to him:
"I GIVE UP"
We finally had sex. We came together as the sun rose over Toronto.
I was THAT KIND OF GIRL after all.
FINALLY....SEX MADE SENSE.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.
And now I'm wondering if the sex is "BAD" when his head never gets in between my legs???