Ramblings of a Nymphe

2006-01-22T09:02:00.000-08:00

This is exactly why I should leave the vacuuming to the maid. Just now while I was trying to clean, the vacuum ate one of my g-strings that had been hiding under the bed.

2006-01-09T20:49:00.000-08:00

"Honey, pencil me in for sex next Tuesday at 9pm."

Between the holidays and parties, visiting family and friends, hosting family and friends, work schedules, and kids' activities, I think may have to start doing the above! And certainly having sex takes precedence over writing about the act so things have been a little dry here as well.

We did have a good session shortly after New Years (or maybe before, dates are meaningless). Me on top, my absolute favorite position. I like being in control of the speed, depth, and angle. Things were going along very well, my husband was playing with my breasts which have been oh so sensitive lately. Sucking and pinching, all that good stuff. He even gave me a few good swats on the behind to speed up the fucking. I was very wet at this point, enough to allow him to moisten his fingers and tease my butt hole. And that sent me over the edge. I love this type of toe curling, screaming orgasms. He came with me which I also like. (Selfish thought: him coming with me means I don't have to do any more work *winks*) But we haven't gotten to the best part yet!

I laid down on his chest and enjoyed listening to his heart beat. We talked about what we liked about this particular time, something we rarely do. He was still semi-hard inside me and my clit was twitching. It only took a few grinds against him and I was coming again! Finally he was feeling a bit too sensitive so I rolled off and grabbed a towel for us to clean up. I couldn't help rubbing myself then, my hand between my legs pressed together, just enjoying the aftershocks.

9pm, next Tuesday, got it?

2005-12-07T17:07:00.000-08:00

Awhile back Mind of a Married Man had an interesting topic, Monogamy, Pornography, and the Woman in the cube next to Me

If you're good looking and you're employed, ALL your male co-workers have fantasized and/or masturbated about having sex with you. They have had you in all ways imaginable and given you never before experienced rapture.

I have to admit, this makes me hot. I love to feel desired by other men, not just my husband. I like catching them trying to glance down my blouse buttoned to just there or turning their head to watch me walk past in a fitted suit. The furtive look out of the corner of their eyes at the shape of my breasts in a baby doll tee or the appreciative nod at my ass in a pair of low rider jeans. As much as I sound like a tease, I need this fleeting meaningless attention. It makes me feel like more than a just mom, more than just another worker bee, it makes me feel like a woman. A hot desirable sexy woman.

So flirt with me just a little, subtly let me know you appreciate my curves and the way I dress. I may respond with a "drop dead" look or a girlish giggle or maybe even a little wink but no matter what, inside I'm melting into a pool of sexual warmth because you desire me.

Disclaimer: Not all women are like me (obviously). Be careful and don't get yourself slapped with a sexual harassment suit!

2005-11-29T07:39:00.000-08:00

I have a little theory about The Pill and sex drives. As you all know, hormones are what make the world go round (well sort of). They can make men aggressive and masculine, women curvy and fertile. The ebb and flow of hormones controls a woman's menstrual cycle and as I hope to prove, part of her sex drive.

I hate the comparison but a female dog in heat? To put it simply is a much more aggressive form of an ovulating woman. And what does The Pill do? Stops ovulation. Therefore in my theory it has to suppress at least some of the hormones that make a woman horny.

A little background, I used to follow Natural Family Planning (NFP) as a birth control method. The idea is that a sustained rise in body temperature (as little as .4 degrees above the baseline) signals a woman is ovulating. So I charted away for months. And I found a very odd thing. I was horniest when my charts showed me to be ovulating. Which makes it interesting because to avoid pregnancy (as we were trying to do), we had to abstain (or use a condom) exactly when I wanted sex the most. And me wanting to have sex at the "wrong" time of the month resulted in our second child. hehe

On the other end of the spectrum, I tried The Pill for 3 months. I had no sex drive and was a crabby bitch (to put it nicely) the entire time. I am not a happy camper when I don't have sex and the double whammy of not wanting to have sex in the first place pushed me to the limit. As soon as I realized it could be The Pill causing all these problems, I was off it faster than a thong off a stripper. And my sex drive returned immediately almost like magic. (For the record, our preferred method of birth control now is my tubal ligation.)

Can a woman use The Pill and keep her sex drive? It can be done, I'm sure you know of someone who handles the extra hormones well. There are different levels of hormones in the different brands, maybe try another if you or your sex partner is having difficulty with a low sex drive without any other possible causes (stress, new baby, etc). I just bring up this issue because I think too many women are losing their sex drives and trying to blame other issues when it's The Pill screwing with it instead.

As for me? I'm currently ovulating and planning a lovely evening of jumping my husband's bones. *evil grins*

2005-11-22T16:05:00.000-08:00

To be completely honest, my own sexuality scares me sometimes. I think a small part of it is because society can be so prudish. I feel like I have to hide this part of me away. Don't flirt at work, you'll be slapped with a sexual harassment suit. Don't wear a skimpy bikini while at the beach with the kids, you'll get enough evil looks from other moms to burn you to a crisp. Don't enjoy sex, close your eyes and think of Mother England.

It's probably mostly because I have let my sexuality and fantasies get away from me. I've hurt people I love dearly then. I have trouble with extremes. It's too easy for me to go all out, screw and cyber with anyone and everyone around me. I usually feel miserable afterwards. Instead of being blissfully fulfilled, the guilt weighs on me like having eaten an entire chocolate cake in one sitting.

And then I go to the other extreme, losing the sexual side of me completely. Not to the point of turning down my husband but me not being creative in bed or flirting or having random sexual thoughts. An online forum friend once thought I was a complete prude because I never let the sexual side of me show in my posts. She was extremely surprised when in private chat once, I ran through the list of things I have done (anal, one night stands, threesomes, etc). She was then the tame one, having only role-played with her husband and nothing more.

I'm looking for the middle ground. The area where I'm okay flirting with a guy but not feeling the urge to go to bed with him. The part where I can wear a slightly sexy tank top and low rise pants to the kids' soccer practice and not feel the wrath of the frumpy moms in XXL shirts and elastic jeans. The IM conversation with a friend that doesn't dissolve into cyber sex. When I can be a 50's throw back housewife and a caring thoughtful mom and a sexy intelligent modern woman all at once. The middle ground. Why does it seem so elusive?

2005-11-19T11:56:00.000-08:00

BJ Day!

This is a little tradition I started way back with my first boyfriend. On the first day of my period, the guy in my life is treated to a no strings attached blow job. (not that I would ever attach strings to anything sex related. unless he asked me to) I enjoy giving head, he gets off, everyone is happy! Who ever said traditions can't be fun? *winks*

2005-11-13T16:36:00.000-08:00

On internet toy shopping

Me: I want a butt plug, anal beads, a small vibe like one and a half inches in diameter, some cuffs and other bondage gear. Oh and a paddle.

Husband: ...

Me: What are you getting?

Husband: I don't know, I don't have a long laundry list going like you do.

Me: Oh.

*waits impatiently for the UPS man*

2005-11-10T21:28:00.000-08:00

I just recently realized that my attitude towards sex comes from the fact that almost everything I know about sex I learned from men. Now you'd think that would be normal considering that the majority of the world are heterosexuals. However most women in their formative sexual years (usually teens) have sex with men but then only discuss sex with their women friends. Since one of society's prevailing attitudes is that women aren't suppose to brag about sex, these women often downplay the sex act as "putting out so he'll be happy" until I think they begin believing it themselves. They don't want to see abnormal by admitting to their women friends that they enjoy sex.

Me on the other hand, I've always been "one of the guys" who just happened to have breasts and a pussy (which led to some really awesome sex when the guys remembered this little fact). So I discussed sex with men, never with women during my teen years. And being eager to please, I took all their suggestions, likes, and dislikes as gospel. Swallowing, doggie style, flirting, quickies, once a day minimum, etc. I looked down on girlfriends who wouldn't "put out" regularly or spit instead of swallowed (or even worse, wouldn't give blow jobs at all, the horror!). Men rarely do not come during sex so I learned to also expect to come every time (and usually do). Most men are very comfortable with their sexual side and that attitude rubbed off on me. I became a "nymph" in their eyes since I was more than willing to admit I enjoyed and wanted sex.

I still have trouble discussing sex with most women. The sticking points are that I enjoy it and I want it and they just can't comprehend me. They don't want their husbands touching them, they don't want to get messy, and a million other reasons I can't comprehend either. Why ever pass up the chance for an orgasm? Even the general feminine idea of lots of foreplay by candlelight and romantic sex seems a bit foreign to me. Occasionally that's nice but I enjoy the roughness of being taken a little too early, "foreplay" while his cock is already inside me, and a quick and furious race to our orgasms that leaves us panting and sweaty afterwards. And even more unlady-like: no cuddling! I'd much rather thank him, shut up, and go to sleep. Could this make me the perfect lover in a guy's eyes? I don't care, it's what makes me happy.

2005-11-02T22:38:00.000-08:00

I want to do this NOW!

2005-10-30T22:02:00.000-08:00

A bit of fantasy kink for an otherwise boring day:

Moments later after having had her cotton underwear roughly torn from her body, she was bent over the white silk chaise in her bedroom, her wrists and ankles spread and bound to the wooden feet of the delicate piece of furniture. Her nipples were pinched with clamps with tiny bells attached to them. He liked the noise they made when her body shook from the blows he placed on her ass with the wide leather paddle. Especially since she herself couldn't utter a sound, the rubber ball gag tightly placed between her teeth.

2005-10-22T20:16:00.000-07:00

Threesomes

If you ever get the chance to have a threesome, do it! The offers are much more rare in real life than on the PlayBoy channel. *winks*

I have had two in my life, both M-M-F (two guys and me). Mmmm... Ladies, you know how nice it is to have one guy touching you and nibbling your breasts? Imagine that times two. The pleasure of sucking a dick? Add the delight of being fucked by one at the same time. It's good stuff, trust me.

The first threesome involved camping, a bottle of vodka, and two guys I had met the day before. (We'll get into how extremely lucky I was during my sexual antics another time.) After finishing the bottle of vodka between the three of us, we crawled into the tent to escape the night chill and mosquitoes. Sex had been a topic during the evening although neither guy had really made any open advances towards me. Yet.

Guy #1 snuggled up against me for warmth, his obvious hard-on pressed against my ass. His arm went around my waist, his hand slipping up my shirt to touch my stomach as if testing the limits. And with me being drunk and always unable to resist a stiff dick, there was no limit. I twisted around and we began kissing and fondling.

Guy #2 must have had similar ideas and reached over for me too. The two guys hands eventually bumped and there was some laughter and then a general agreement that they could both share me at the same time and be happy. So they stripped me naked and touched and kissed and teased every part of my body. Let me tell you that sex the next time with one guy was just a little bit of a let down after having four hands and two mouths pleasuring me at once.

Someone had a condom (it may have been me, I used to carry them back then but I don't really remember whose we used) and we decided Guy #1 would fuck me while Guy #2 received a blow job. Guy #2 had a girlfriend and felt he would be cheating on her if he put his cock in my pussy. My mouth was okay, go figure. We started out with me on top backwards but eventually ended up doggie style. Definitely my M-M-F threesome position of choice. Since it was dark the guys really couldn't see each other but definitely would not be weirded out by accidentally touching. So we were all able to enjoy our different roles, me most of all. *evil grins*

The other threesome? Would be filed under "friends with privileges" and a boring afternoon with nothing better to do. hehe

2005-10-18T21:26:00.000-07:00

Begin at the beginning they say...

I lost my virginity at the tender age of barely 15. He was also 15 at the time, we were each other's "firsts" in almost everything: boyfriend/girlfriend, first kiss, the first to see an "adult" member of the opposite sex naked in person, first blowjob received/given (I swallowed even back then). Looking back it all seemed so very sweet and naive...

It was the middle of October, a Sunday. I had attended a Confirmation class earlier that morning (such the good Catholic girl I was, ha!) and went to his house afterwards since he lived nearby. Both his parents were gone for the afternoon (and he was an only child) so we had the house to ourselves.

It began with the usual exploring of each other's naked bodies as we had been doing for most of the last few months whenever we had the chance. We had discussed actually having sex before that October day, he joked that taking my virginity would be my birthday gift from him (really it sounded sweet back then, not at all crude). Somehow we began a game of naked tag, racing through his house trying catch the other. He "caught" me in his room, we fell back onto his bed, touching and kissing heavily. He laid on top of me, his hard on pressed against my thigh. He asked, "do you want to..." My period had ended a day earlier and I felt pretty safe about not getting pregnant. (We lived in a tiny town with no way to get condoms without one of our parents finding out.) I answered, "sure, why not?" (A bit of a joke between us since I had answered the same when he asked if I would go out with him about 6 months before.)

He pushed into me nervously. There was a split second of pain. Less than a minute later and a few thrusts, he was done, pulling out slightly as he came, leaving a mix of blood and sperm on my leg. I remember thinking "that's it?" The sensation wasn't much different than two of his fingers inside of me (I later realized he wasn't that well-endowed) and it was over way too quick (obviously).

However that didn't stop us from doing it again. And again. Usually once a month, right after my period. We made due with oral sex or heavy petting during the other "unsafe" times. I remember his hand down my pants in my grandma's garage, fingering me to an orgasm as my grandma called us in for dinner. His stamina improved slightly and I learned to come quickly on the rare occasion his dick entered me.

We broke up about a year and a half later over the very issue of sex. Oddly enough it was because I wanted it and he didn't. He and his family had just become born again Christians and he felt we shouldn't do such things anymore until marriage. I had developed quite a taste for all things sexual and couldn't imagine giving up such pleasures for years while waiting on marriage (I didn't plan to marry until after college). His loss, as I went on to bigger and better things (pun intended)...