Citygrrrl

OK, not really upside down.  But I was definitely backwards and almost upside down at one point.  NG and I were in bed the other evening and what started out as missionary-style sex suddenly turned into me straddling him backwards and bouncing on him.

This is a tricky position in my opinion because it feels like his dick is at a dangerously forward (for him) angle and a wrong bounce on my part could either break the poor thing or pull the heck out of it.  He seemed to dig it for the sight of my ass bouncing on him.  When my legs got tired he pulled me backwards onto his chest. With my knees bent, still straddling him, he moved a little and I moved a little and between us we figured out a nice rhythm.  I liked that my head was next to his and his breath was in my ear and on my neck.  His arms were around me, cupping my breasts which was also awesome.

It worked out much better than I thought it would.  The sensation for me was almost like doggie-style, with most of the pressure rubbing along the front of me, hitting my g-spot.  Perhaps with a little practice we could stay in that position for longer.  As it was, it took a little too much concentration to maintain for very long.  Good stuff though!

We’re taking a trip next week where we’ll be camping with friends.  Since there’s no way we’re going to be able to keep our hands off each other, I’m trying to figure out the logistics of it ahead of time.  We’ll have to have some quiet sex for sure.  I think we can handle that.  It’s the cleanup that’s worrisome.  Perhaps a packet of wet wipes?  I can trek off into the woods with them.  Ugh, it’s going to be a pain I think.  Any advice out there?

Wheeee! We tried out the sex swing and it was way more fun than even I thought it would be. It turns out that fur-lined stirrups make it easy to offer some resistance (kind of like if you had your feet against a wall) and the height adjustable straps make previously impossible positions possible. For instance, I can more or less sit up in the swing and he can stand in front of me, grab my hips or the straps and fuck the hell out of me. Since I’m hanging in space, he doesn’t have to do a lot of hip thrusting, he’s pulling and pushing the swing instead. He especially got a kick out of swinging me around the room (hooray for the swivel function!). Guys are forever wanting to toss me around for some reason. Not in a mean, toss me into a wall kind of way, but rather a pick me up over their head like a figure skater kind of way. It must be some sort of deeply seeded acrobat fantasy. Perhaps the circus had a major impact on them when they were kids.

Anyway, the straps under my thighs and behind my back didn’t cut into my skin like I thought they might. We stuck with the very basic, me sitting in the swing with him in front of me position for our first outing. We’re excited to try some others. In particular, there’s one where I’d be on my stomach with my legs in the air and NG standing behind me. We’re thinking it would be good to try that before eating dinner some night.  I’d also like to have him sit in the swing while I go down on him.  Fun stuff!

Thank God.  Last night’s reunion with NG was perfect.  I went over to his place after work.  We hugged, kissed, chatted, and generally draped our bodies around each other on his couch for a little while, until not being naked was too much to take.  What followed upstairs was some serious making up for lost time.  I’ve been so stressed out lately on top of missing him that my second orgasm (during round 2) left me a shuddering, gasping, crying, and generally damp pile of goo.  He held me and kissed me and seemed to feel the whole thing was a wondrously cool event.  I was relieved it didn’t freak him out.  It’s not like I was sobbing uncontrollably but there were definitely tears and not everyone knows what to do in that situation. We took a little break at that point while I regained my equilibrium and he got me some water.  Round 3 ended with him also happily collapsed in exhaustion.  We have a really difficult time getting out of bed once we’re in/on it.  Fortunately, a need for fuel always drives us out eventually.

We made a really nice dinner, had more cuddle and chat time, and watched a show together.  Then we went to bed for more sex.  If you’ve read some of my earlier posts, you’ll know that I’ve had issues with men in the past who didn’t come very often, couldn’t maintain an erection, couldn’t get rid of an erection, etc.  The fact that NG can’t get enough of me, and that I can’t get enough of him, is amazing.  I haven’t had this much sex ever and it’s awesome.  The fact that he makes me feel so good when we’re together, or when he calls me while we’re apart, is almost mind-blowing.  It’s so nice to be happy!

To top off the perfect evening (sex, food, wine, dessert, cuddling, chatting, Lost, more sex) he brought me back a really pretty necklace from Hawaii.  I am just stupidly happy right now.  We’re heading out of town this weekend to visit one of NG’s best friends from high school and his girlfriend, who are reportedly looking forward to meeting me.

In conclusion, let it be known on this the 22nd of May, 2008 that New Guy, henceforth referred to as NG, declared on the night previous to this one that he would never part from Citygrrrl for such a lengthy span of time ever again.  Let it also be known that NG also declared that he would never let go of Citygrrrl.  This was so declared while holding Citygrrrl in a tender embrace with her head resting on his chest, exactly where she’d been longing to be for some number of days.

I’ve been reading the posts of my fellow sex and dating bloggers today (check out my blogroll for some goodies) and now I’m all horny.  The nice thing about having a couple of lovers was that when I started getting horny I had a couple of options for who to call up for a date.  Having a boyfriend out of town means I’m entirely on my own.  My Hitachi Magic Wand is awesome for a quick and easy orgasm but it doesn’t kiss me.  That’s what I really want.  Feeling horny for me is generally a desire for touching and kissing.  The sex just naturally follows from there.  Oh dear.  Still 9 more days with no kissing or nuzzling.  Woe is me! I am so spoiled rotten.

Warning: This post may contain content of a sexually graphic nature, not intended for titillation. If you’re titillated by it, well hey, whatever floats your boat…otherwise, you may risk being grossed out. I’m not grossed out, but I figure I’ll give you fair warning.

So anyway, I did a new thing Thursday night with NG. I started my period Weds night so my plan for Thursday night was to go down on him and have sex in ways that didn’t involve me actually banging him. We ate dinner, we watched a movie, we started fooling around, I informed him of my plan, all went according to plan. Until. He took the plan into his own hands, or perhaps I should say dick, and we banged like bunnies anyway. The guy has white sheets, a white blanket, and a white comforter. This is not a good combination for having sex on one’s period. Plus, I was using a tampon, which is where the story diverts from other period sex experiences (which were pretty damn messy).

I already had the string tucked away so when he flipped me onto my back and started sliding in just a little, it apparently pushed the string further in. He had no idea there was a tampon. I kept him from entering me fully by holding him back a bit with my thighs. My god, it worked great. I had no idea it was even possible to do that, which is why I’m sharing it with you. I had sex with a tampon inside me. We actually managed to not get the sheets messy at all. It didn’t get messy until I went to take the tampon out afterwards, which took some amusing finger acrobatics on my part, as the thing was wedged way the heck up there along with the string.

We did the same thing in the morning and it was awesome. I definitely can’t go for as long as I can otherwise, but it was super cool. I’m totally excited about it. For some reason, using the Nuvaring has changed how I feel during my period. They’re lighter and shorter, and I don’t feel as icky. Plus, NG doesn’t have the squeamishness that some guys have around women’s periods. He’s not getting off on it, but I’ve noticed that Leos are pretty cool with just about anything if it means they get to be physically intimate with you. If you can find one that isn’t too emotionally needy, then woo-hoo!

Alright, here ends my period sex story. Now you know.

Update:

I’ve done this several times and after yesterday morning I feel I should point out that you shouldn’t try this at home unless you are very comfortable digging around in your vagina, up near your cervix, for the tampon that is wedged at some ungodly angle and seems entirely reluctant to vacate the premises.  I recommend using your index finger.  It may be shorter than your middle finger but it has more dexterity. You may need to bring your thumb into the action.

I’ve noticed over the past few years that Web sites in the UK offer better advice and information about sexual health than American sites.  That’s my experience when I google things like “sex injuries” or “bruising to the urethra.”  Often the sites that come up in the UK are targeted to University students or other young people.  It’s amazing to me how prudish Americans still are when it comes to talking about sex.  I know that we’re getting better, but still!  I want someone to tell me how long I’m likely to be sore and whether I should be worried about it.  Only in the UK could I find anything useful.  The few American sites that had information on sex injuries were written by and about men.

With that in mind, here’s exactly what I’m experiencing and what I intend to do about it.  When I sit down in a chair I feel pain somewhere between my clit and vaginal opening.  There’s burning when I urinate and when I first urinated after the injury occurred, there was a little bit of blood.  I know how UTIs feel and this is different.  There’s no blood now but I’m still quite sore.  I did a mirror inspection this afternoon of the outside and inside of my labia (lips) and didn’t see anything unusual.

It’s been nearly 48 hours since my last round of sex and the pain is much more localized than it was yesterday.  NG may have the thickest dick I’ve ever encountered.  It’s not especially long, but it rivals R-’s in the girth category.  I’ve had a few sexual marathons in my day but I think the extra girth led to some extra friction where friction doesn’t normally occur. Or, if not friction, then pounding.  The advice I found in the UK suggested that I just let myself heal by avoiding sex and I should feel better again in another day to two.

Argh, a new lover who freaking rocks in bed and I have to take a break from him.  I guess I’m lucky I don’t have a dislocated shoulder or icky tearing.  Yes, things could be worse.  Woe is me!  My hot new lover fucked me until I couldn’t sit down!  Oh woe!

NG and I had a good laugh about how he now has some questionable locker room bragging rights.  He’s a cool guy.

In spite of still being sore from our previous sexual marathon, I went for it again with NG last night. I couldn’t help it. He is really quite spectacular. No sex tonight though. I’m contemplating using a dildo made of ice. I’m not sure how I would accomplish such a thing but it sure sounds nice. Perhaps I will sit on my couch with a sack of frozen peas in my lap. That’s a good way to spend a Friday night, no? I’m hoping for vast improvements on Saturday.

On a side note, CB did end up returning my last text from the morning following his drunken texting. He said in response to my well wishes regarding his probable hangover, “Sleepy.” I didn’t respond and he hasn’t said a word since.

Getting back to NG (who is the one who counts now) we had a really great time hanging out last night and we spent all day together today on a mountain adventure.  You’ve just got to love Oregon’s late winter snow storms!  When we got back we curled up on the couch together in a sort of semi-horizontal hug configuration and made each other laugh while we talked about silly things and basically marveled at how excited we were to have met.  It’s pretty neat.  The interesting thing is that I feel very comfortable around him because he seems so laid back.  I also feel like my head is still screwed on straight, which is cool.  Here’s to hoping!

I am still sore from the sexual Olympics with NG Tues night/morning!  I would like to stop being sore by tonight since I’ll be seeing him and would enjoy some more rolling around.  I may have to get a little creative.  His dick is not super long but it’s thick, which makes going down on him a bit difficult on my jaw muscles.  Yeah, those are sore too.  Even my arms are sore from propping myself up in various positions.  My legs are sore from straddling him and bouncing.  My forehead is sore from where we accidentally butted heads at one point (which was very funny by the way).  My sternum is sore!  What is up with that?!

I think one of the reasons my box is so sore is that when I went to the bathroom after a round of sex, I had several strands of knotted up hair lodged half-way into my vagina.  This cannot have been good for friction’s sake.  Later in the morning, I discovered more hair wedged in various places.  I could see that it was hair off my head but how it ended up down there, I have no clue.  I’ve been chugging a ton of water and cranberry pills to stave off a UTI.  There haven’t been any symptoms yet, so that’s good.  Sheesh.  I think I’ll go take some ibuprofen.  I don’t know how people in the BDSM kink scene handle the residual pain of it all!  I wasn’t even beaten and I feel like I was hit by a truck!  Can’t wait for more…

The guy does tend to come and go. But, I’m finding I rather like that about him. R- called me up yesterday afternoon, completely out of the blue, to see if I wanted to hang out last night. He even apologized for being out of touch for so long. Considering I wasn’t in touch with him either, it wasn’t exactly hard to forgive him. As with FWB, it was a really nice evening.

I had a happy hour gig with some friends so we met up after that at his place. I got the biggest hug from him. I don’t remember getting big hugs from him before. He was always sort of my anti-touchy-feelie lover. We went out for sushi to our mutually favorite spot and caught up on what we’ve been doing. He falls into the Cancer Musician with Cats category of guy so we talked a lot about his various music projects without cracking into anything deeper. It turns out that he thinks I’m incredibly well adjusted. Apparently my +1 Shield of Pleasant Affability was firmly in place last night!

I had some people coming to my house for late night drinks and since R- knew them, I invited him along. We had some time to kill between dinner and drinks so we went back to his place. We fixed a couple of drinks in the kitchen, chatted about the holidays, probably chatted about something else, and then we were kissing. That was some good kissing, let me tell you.

Kissing R- always has a slow build up to passion because it always starts off so light. I think last night we had some of the best sex we’ve ever had. I like my boys to be a bit bossy in bed, mostly because I prefer not to have to think. One of the things I like about good sex is that it shuts down my mind and lets my body enjoy itself. He was totally on board with being bossy. Good grief, by the time we got all our clothes off, I wanted him so badly I could hardly breathe.

It took him a long time to come. I was getting worried thanks to my recent experiences but it was kind of cool in a way because he never gave up on it. He had kind of a “it’ll happen” attitude and so we just kept playing around until he got there. He likes it when I suck on my own nipples, which I think is hilarious, mostly because of the porn star face he makes when I do it. It was all in good fun. What finally got him off was tit-fucking me! I’ve tried that with people before and thought it was cool and fun but no one has ever come from it. It was awesome. Afterwards he was more touchy-feelie than he used to be too. They were light, stroking touches that felt very soothing and since we were going back to my place, I didn’t have to listen to him snore all night, which rocked.

You may recall that R- had a bit of a snarky streak. I’m sure he still does but it was absent last night. Now that I have him figured out a little bit better, I’ll just good naturedly throw it back at him if it happens. I want to be better about not hiding my reactions to people. I can spar with the best of them when I allow myself free rein to do so. I imagine we’ll hang out again sometime in the next couple of weeks and we’ll see how it goes.

My ex-husband finds this casual dating thing hugely annoying because he thinks I’m preventing myself from “finding someone.” Seeing these guys didn’t prevent me from meeting CB, who was supposedly, or at least potentially, that “someone.” Considering how emotionally fucked I was by the end, you’d think he’d cut me some slack and just be happy that I’m dating nice people I enjoy being around. Besides, R- has a sweet outdoor hot tub.

Last week I decided I’d had enough of feeling like I was going to throw up or get an ulcer over CB, so I texted him to make sure that we were through. I very simply asked him to verify that he didn’t love me and the knot in his stomach was gone. After some “trying to be sensitive” condescension on his part, he verified that the knot in his stomach was indeed gone. That was close enough for my purposes so I e-mailed FWB to see if had any free time to hang out over the weekend.

We hadn’t been in contact much since I started seeing CB but every once in awhile he pinged me to see if I was still seeing him. He was entirely enthusiastic about getting together so we made a plan. We shot some pool, had some dinner, went to a party, had sex, and watched a movie –pretty much in that order. It was a rather long date but it was just what the Love Doctor ordered. We caught up on things a bit, enjoyed each other’s company, both in and out of bed, and curled up in a cuddly ball on the couch for the movie. It all felt great. There was no drama or trying to make sense of his moods. There was no randomly occurring feeling that I’d made some misstep. There was just mutual comfort and fun. Everyone should have such an FWB when they’re rebounding from heartbreak!

It reminded me again that sex can be fun and easy. It also reminded me that there are people in my life that I care about and value in ways other people probably wouldn’t understand. I feel lucky.