One of the many wonderful things about being a blog-a-holic is that I can take a walk down memory lane any time I want. I can go through the years of my life and read about them as an outsider to the experience. I can remember the details vividly because I described them vividly and I can relive the best and worst parts of my life. Obviously, I really like the bests!
I didn’t always write about my sex life. For a long time, I felt like I needed to keep it separate from all the other parts of my myself. But over a short period of time, I realized that so much of myself is my sex and my sex life. I quickly went from writing only about my life experiences, to also writing about my sex experiences – which I like to call my sexperiences.
The Boyfriend and I celebrated our seven year anniversary back in July. In that seven years, I have had four different blogs (that’s including this one) that have shared some of our most memorable sexperiences. Today, I wanted to take a walk down memory lane with you and share some of my favorites from the previous three.!
The Boyfriend and I had been dating for quite awhile already when I officially got back to blogging after my breakup with Alfie. I started blogging about The Boyfriend and I’s sexperiences in 2010 when I began writing The Rantings of a Tortured Mind – XXX Edition. These were some of our most experimental years, when kink was something that we were actively exploring.
“It was obvious that he wasn’t as comfortable with the legs as he was with my ass, as he very gently hit my legs. He moved back to my ass and began doing a figure eight again, this time much harder and much faster. The harder and faster he went, the harder and faster I played with myself. Until finally, after probably close to half an hour of flogging, my muscles all contracted, my back arched and I experienced an incredible orgasm.”
“I don’t want to start this post with “Last night…”, but I can’t seem to find any other way that seems appropriate for what I’m about to go into. So, last night… What was that movie from the 90’s with Kirsten Dunst? Crazy Beautiful, was it? That was what my experience was last night.”
“Somehow, for the first time in a seriously long time, The Boyfriend and I managed to get away with having sex twice yesterday. Once in the early evening, when all the kids were down in their rooms and again late at night. And for the first time ever, I orgasmed three times!!!”
This blog was written during a very difficult time in The Boyfriend and I’s sex life. I was desperately wanting kink and he was drifting further and further away from kink. Many of the posts during these years are filled with frustration and questioning, complaining and confusion. But the sex was still mind-boggling, my favorite word to describe our sex during this time.
“Imagine my absolute delight when he said all this. I told him that what he just described incorporates so much of what I want. Rewards for good (sexual) deeds, anal training and impact play. And all I have to do is have anal every once and awhile. Sounds like a good freaking deal to me!”
“I needed to be able to focus on the sex and in that moment all I could think was, “Did he really just call me a dirty whore?!?!?”. I was in ecstasy, but still not cumming. I asked if I could roll over while he fucked me from behind and he responded, “Only if you’re going to be a good girl and cum on my cock” to which I promised that I would try.”
“I was too close to the edge of orgasm for that to be it for me, so I just kept playing until I eventually came. My muscles have never felt so on fire after a sex session of any kind. I felt like they were ripping in my abs and tearing in my arms. We fell asleep and I was pleased with the fact that I had had two orgasms and he had had none.”
By this point, every one of our inhibitions had completely disappeared. We were primal. I half-moaned, half-growled at him, “I want you to break my pussy with your huge cock!”. This whole concept, his huge cock and breaking my pussy, really got to us both and you could tell by the change in our demeanor.”
“I don’t know what it is about talking during sex that I find so insanely sexy. I am currently under the opinion that he could say anything to me during sex, even something entirely unrelated and un-sexy, and it would still make me go wild!”
After years of coming from a place of frustration, I finally let go of what I wanted and felt like I needed. Although I’m still a total wannabe kinkster, I think about it less and bring it up less. Instead, it often happens when I least expect it and we seem to hone our sexual communication skills and it shows in this blog.
“He turns so that he can see the clock and he’s watching the minutes tick by as he continues to thrust. I’m still trying to figure out exactly what he’s got planned, when he suddenly pulls back and roughly turns me over. His hand pushes down on my upper back and he says firmly, “Your safeword is bananas”, and I melted beneath him.”
“He bounced my legs up until my thighs were resting on his arms and grabbed my arms and pinned them down to the bed as he thrust himself so deep into me that I immediately began fighting against him. But he just re-positioned his grip and slammed into me again. I kicked out my legs, I thrashed my arms, I pushed against him as hard as I could and while I succeeded in pushing him back, he was quickly back on top of me, holding down my arms and kissing me as hard as he could. I fought and he fought back.”
“I love how, even after seven years of being together, The Boyfriend can still leave my mouth gaping in shock. I love how, even after a thousand and one sexual encounters, we can still have ones that just absolutely blows my mind.”
“Almost immediately, he was putting the restraints to use. He laid me on my back and roughly grabbed my left leg, yanking it up above my head and securing the velcro on the first strap. Then, he gently lifted my right leg and kissed my ankles as he strapped the next restraint onto me. I told him that he could tighten it by pulling “this” strap, I signaled with my chin. He smiled and pulled on the straps, my feet now touching the wall behind my head.”
There you have it, some of my favorite sexperiences that I’ve captured during The Boyfriend and I’s time together. As he said to me the morning of our anniversary, “Here’s to an amazing seven years. I can’t wait for the next seven!”, and neither can I. It’s been mind-boggling 😉