Is there anything more lazy than a day spent curled up under a blanket reading, playing with sex toys, and watching movies, and imagining your boyfriend making love to you? My mind is always drifting off in daydreams about him naked...I guess I've got it bad! Soooo lethargic today though, and ego at an all time low, so good thing he isn't around. My libido is always up and running but sometimes I dont have the energy to fufill it's demands even when I've got a willing male on hand. If he was here I'd just be dull and whiny. He's back tommorrow so I'm going to make sure I'm all tarted up and energetic for him ;)
He kept saying before he went how he really didn't want to go away, and the times he said it were always when he was hard and we'd been kissing, so I assume part of him knew that we couldn't go any furthur in terms of sex before he went away. But when he's back...well...surely we can go furthur now? I sure hope so.

In the meanwhile, let's have:

20 slightly random sex facts about me:

1: I love watching porn with a lover. I make them skip the anal sex scenes and lesbian sex scenes do nothing for me but I love the bits where the guys are getting a blowjob, and group orgies.

2: When I'm having sex a part of me is always worrying about wether or not I'm tight enough, so I'm always clenching up a little to make sure I'm tight. Catboy loved this and said "I adore it when I can feel your muscles squeezing when I'm inside you."

3: When I set out to seduce Shyboy I bought a beautiful pair of lacy polka dot panties and put them away specially for the night I finally sleep with him. This assumes that I'll actually know in advance. It also seems a bit arrogant of me seeing as I did this long before he and I started dating.

4: The first guy I did oral with I never liked the taste of his sperm or even the taste of his cock. He didn't wash often enough and his sperm just tasted foul. I really didn't enjoy giving him oral at all though I still did it, but rarely swallowed and didn't do it as often as he would have liked. Since then discovering that all other men I've tried taste delicious has made me love giving oral.

5: Despite caring for Shyboy and thinking myself an educated sensitive woman, I still worry that his cock will be too small. It's not like I demand hugeness, but less than average would be disappointing. I wouldn't break up over it, but I have to be honest and say that size does matter if you are less than average by lot's. I like a man who can fill me right up. Too big is painful, so yes, size does matter, and neither extreme is good.

6: I've gotten to the point where I don't want men to make me orgasm the first time we sleep together. I enjoy sex so much more the first time with a guy if I don't have to "perform" as such. I get too tense if I know he wants me to come, and end up turned off.
The first time, and maybe the next few times too, I'd rather just please him and then have penetrative sex...I enjoy that more than an orgasm anyway. I refuse to fake it with shyboy, so I'll have to be honest with him about how difficult I am to get to orgasm. A guy giving me oral sex usually hits the spot, but I still think I take longer than other girls, so it would have to be in a really laid back situation where we arent too shy with each other (if it was our first time I'd be nervous so couldn't relax enough to come.) and where theres no time limit.

7:
 I've never had a Brazillian wax, or indeed a wax of any kind. I tried going totally hairless on my pussy once, just for fun, but I had to use a combination of hair removal cream and shaving, which meant it grew back totally fast. I've heard so many horror stories about Brazillian waxes getting infected with ingrowing hairs and such, so I think my pussy can stay furry, in a well kept neat kinda way, rather than a scary rainforrest.

8: When I used to work in a book store I played with myself a couple of time while on duty because there were no camera's and I worked upstairs. Sundays were slow, so I'd stand behind the desk, slip my hands into my panties, and have a knee trembling fondle. Breaking off whenever I heard footsteps on the stairs only made the eventual orgasm more intense, because it got delayed and started again so often.
However my wierdest location for an orgasm has to be the time on the mini bus when me and a male friend had a "race" under a pile of coats, surrounded by fellow students who didnt know anything was going on. I won.


9: The best sex I ever had was on a bathroom floor with the ex I was engaged to. The bathroom was tiny and at my parents house. We locked the door, and I leaned back against it, and he crouched over me and banged me so hard and we had to not make a sound and listen out for my parents the whole time. It was so intense and so mindblowingly good that it stands out from all our other sessions, nearly all of which were also fantastic, and numbered in the hundreds, as four years together = a lot of shags.


10:
 Once a friend was telling me about her boyfriend in the sixth form lounge, and about how he was begging her for permission to sleep with a lapdancer he knew. When she told me he'd said he only wanted to "slip it in for a little while, just quickly, just once, just so he'd been inside another girl." I got so turned on I had to run off with a mumbled excuse and touch myself to orgasm in the girls toilets. I came fast and intensely, and this has been one of my favourite fantasies ever since; a boyfriend of mine begging for permission to be unfaithful, to have a threesome, to hire a prostitute or allow a work college to blow him. To go swinging, to have extra's after a lapdance, to shag another girl on stage at a fetish club, to become a porn star and do other girls for a living. For some reason the jealousy really turns me on. I have no idea why. Once with my ex I asked him to pretend I was another girl from his work and call me by her name during sex. Didnt really work as he has never had any imagination so he just couldnt picture that I was her. I wouldn't have been able to make that request if I hadnt been very secure in the relationship; the jealousy thing only extends as far as fantasy. If a guy cheats on me for real I am far from turned on. But as a fiction it makes me go wild, I have no idea why. I think it started when the same ex begged me near the start of the relationship to consider a threesome with a friend of ours, Mandy. At first I was just hurt, and although I never wanted to do it in practise, the fact that he wanted to get his cock into her has never failed to excite me. I can come in secconds from thinking about him in a ring of my friends, playing truth or dare with them so that they all wank him and suck him and he fucks them, playing games where he has to shag them blindfolded and guess which one is which, stroking my sisters tits, his prick being licked by my best friends...
Well, I know it's an odd turn on, but it's what does it for me. In fantasy, I love the concept that all men are so horrendously randy that they just cannot keep it in their pants, that secretly they are thinking of slipping a legnth to all your friends, that they are so weak in tge face of sexual temptation. Got no idea why I like it. I have so many scenarios, so many situations. He has to fuck his cousin because his family demand he breaks her in. He has to fuck his boss or he'll lose his job. He's sitting round with some male mates masturbating to porn and a girl is going round giving each of them favours, just to help them along. We're on a sofa and hes trying to sneak his hand up my friends top. We're snuggled under a duvet with my mates at a sleepover and I discover one of them is tossing him off under the blanket. He goes on a club 18-30 holiday and gets hauled up on stage like that infamous incident with the blowjobs and has to fuck the reps in a contest in front of everyone.
Each and every one of these situations does it for me, and many more. Yeah I know. Im strange.

11: The most disappointing fumble I ever had was in a friends walk in closet with a guy who later turned out to be bisexual. (they always do, the guys I meet. In fact I was the first person he told, in the middle of an english class once.) He got his prick out but I was young and had no idea what I was meant to do with it. I hadnt even heard of handjobs. I stroked it teasingly but he was too shy to explain what we were meant to do, so he pressed it up against me instead and rubbed up and down. When my friends wondered what we were doing in there for so long, we sneaked into the bathroom and continued til he came all over me. My outfit was stained white so we had to clean me up while we were in there and laughed about it loads.

12: I always wanted to order sex catalouges through the mail when I was younger but I was worried my mother would realise what they were. I browse online now instead but haven't been able to afford anything for a while. No one around me knows Im so obsessed with sex, so I'd still feel embarassed if my flatmates found out I had sex toys, though Iceboy knows I have a few.

13: I'd really love to make a "private video" sometime but my attempts to take sexy photo's were unflattering enough as it was, so I guess I'll have to shag someone who knows how to work a camera in a way that compliments me rather than making me look like a flesh coloured beanbag. I wouldn't even mind if the odd person ended up seeing it, as long as it was no one horrendous like my mother, just strangers, or my boyfriends mates or something, depending who I was dating at the time.

14: I get obscenely turned on by massages so could probably never go to a male masseuse for a professional massage session. I adore having my breasts in particular massaged, but anywhere is good on my upper body. I'm not too fussed about people using oils or tools and things on me...just bare hands are fine! I don't like having my lower body massaged much at all, and I don't like having a foot massage as I dont find feet kinky at all. I also would worship a man who wanted to brush my hair, as it makes me go all dreamy and floaty, as if I'm high, and I feel totally out of this world. Catboy was happy to brush my hair which earned him plus points, but was keener on getting his brushed in return.
A guy I met in America, Jason, a few years back now, once massaged me with a little wooden roller tool thing and wanted me to massage him back. It sent me to heaven when he was doing it to me, I got so horny, but when I did it back to him I'd had a few too many tequila's and I think I didn't exactly do greatly at it. He was pretty sexy and very rich and lived in some kind of gated community. He and his friend Danny took me and my friend Gemma out a couple of nights each week the whole month we were there. We used to go minigolfing and see movies, but mostly it was house parties at other posh rich american boys houses, where they'd sit and play guitar and get wasted and tell us about themselves. Jason once hooked up with a girl they called the ten dollar handjob girl because they went to bed together but he was off his head and no matter how long she tossed him off he didnt come and eventually fell asleep. When he woke up there was a ten dollar bill in the bed and she was gone, like she'd paid him for her inability to make him cum or something. I was only 16 and totally wowed by their experience. I wasn't a virgin, but I'd only slept with one guy.

15: Me and my Friend, let's call him Aspergers boy, used to have a really good flirtation going and we'd say that if I was ever single at the same time as him, we'd sleep together. He was painfully shy, had aspergers and dislexia and all sorts of stuff like that, and was a virgin who was always moaning about wanting to get laid. I used to think how great it would be to deflower him, and tease him by telling him how sexy he was and getting him to help me pick out lingerie. We used to send some very sizzling hot texts. I sometimes wonder if my obsessing with "deflowering" shyboy comes from the days that I used to day dream about doing the same to aspergersboy. It's such a powerful idea, being the one to give them such bliss and teach them. I'm pretty sure I like Shyboy for who he is though.
I also had a sizzling text affair with a friend of Aspergersboy's, Badgerboy, although I wasn't single at the time. He remembered me from college, was desperate, fancied me, and wanted a shag. He used to tell me how great he and I would be together in bed. A great turn on for a bit, but I never gave in.

16: I always wanted to be a bloke for a day and see what it's like to have a cock.Just for a day, mind, I like being a lass.

17: I always wanted to try that creme from Anne summers that you rub on your clit and it makes it tingle and go more sensitive...always wondered if it worked. It might mean I could come from penetrative sex alone, or faster from foreplay.

18: me and an ex went to blackpool and explored some of the sex shops there on holiday once, and bought a "tickler". (I think that's what they're called, those wierd spikey attachments you use once on the end of a guys knob, over the condom.) It didn't feel much more pleasurable but it was a fun new sensation, having that rough texture inside me, rubbing me up the right way. I guess it must have done good things for my g-spot or something.

19: I'm a total whore for actors in old fashioned costumes. If I saw a guy dressed as a knight or an elizibethan or something I'd just *have* to shag him, there's no way I'd say no. I probably wouldn't see him again, and I wouldnt do it if I wasnt single. But even if he had a horrible personality, I'd do it, just because costumes are such a turn on. They make me sooo easy. Strap on a sword belt or a tunic and I'm yours, baby ;)

20: I'd let someone pay me for sex if they were a trusted friend and I was single and I'd said no becuase I didnt fancy them, but they'd said "what about for cash?" I'm so poor, it's really appalling, and sex is so enjoyable, so yeah I'd do it with an ugly guy for money. Probably makes me highly immoral. I wouldn't do it with a stranger for money...too much risk, but if it was a friend... mind you, would I have said no in the first place? I like sex, and a persons skills don't depend on how pretty or not they are. It's not like I'd often turn it down. Still though, if they were really old or something I guess they'd have to pay me. This would also only work if I could somehow guarantee they'd never tell a soul.