♦ I’m all for learning as much as I can fill my brain with on the finer techniques of sex, as you know. I yearn for new tricks and tips, enhanced sensations, recommended oils and lotions.
‘Tis good practice and I learned it from the best.
Fractal gave me copies of several of Anne Hooper’s books in the very early days of our relationship. He’d studied them in anticipation (and, to be frank, there’s something very hot about that very idea). I soon learnt the value of those lessons.
So, as I say, I don’t just leave sex to look after itself. Making an effort is important.
That said, some of the best sex I’ve ever had is so… unpracticed. Unrefined.
Last night I was feeling lurgified and went to bed early. Fractal came with me to settle me to sleep; fanciful thinking, as it turned out, when he told me that it was shame I was tired. He’d planned to surprise me with one of my favourite things. The jeans he wore touched bare skin. No pesky underwear in between. Just hard denim and soft skin, with the slow but sure addition of hard arousal as I told him he should spank me for troubling him.
The smacks came hard and fast. He’s become used to my tolerance for pain and these days has less qualms about providing it. He straddled my back, facing my bare behind. His jeans pressed into me. I moaned as he continued to strike, over and over.
When he’d sorely punished my ass he relented finally and dismounted, moving to lie next to me, spooning me.
His erection felt sublime through the rough fabric.
It wasn’t long before the fabric was no longer in the way.
I rubbed my ass back against his soft-skinned cock.
He slid it in between my cheeks.
I angled myself so that he slipped slowly, excruciatingly into me.
The sex was fraught, frantic. We needed each other. He felt amazing as he thrust into my helplessly wriggling body. I’m not sure how ‘orthodox’ a position this is, but it soon got less so. Twists and turns of our bodies as we desperately, clawingly sought better angles meant that we were a tangle of limbs and lust.
He breathed heavily as I gasped and we both grew closer and closer to climax. I raced ahead, as usual, greedy to get more than my fair share.
There’s something wonderful about that jumble of flesh. I love the way we’re happy to ignore the aesthetics of it and pant and flail and manoeuvre into whichever odd positions increase the sensations. Sort of organic sex, or at least the kind of organic there was before hippies stole the word.
My legs were wrapped around his, my body almost perpendicular to his. He had a warm hand on my breast whilst mine was behind his head, fingers plunged into his thick hair.
His cock was rigid, rampant, driving like a piston into me.
I moaned into another orgasm as he joined me in the crescendo, his come spilling out and up into me before soaking the base of his sex and the nexus where our two bodies made their pleasure.
Unpracticed. Unrefined. Unforgettable. ♦
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September 3, 2009 at 6:30 am
strangexcandy
There’s something a little bit sweet in the middle of the yummy-hot-sex of it. Definitely worth the wait, miss. ^.^ Also, I hope you are feeling a bit better, and slowly getting over the lurgy.
September 9, 2009 at 4:13 pm
Innocent Loverboy
The best sex is unrefined. The best sex just happens.
I, personally, think that you’re only inclined to practice your sex technique if you’re attempting to copy something you’ve seen in porn. If you just do it, however it feels, it should work for you. Were you being watched (does that turn you on?!), perhaps you might need to put some performances into play.
I’d say the only effort you need to make is for the pleasure of you and your partner. If you’re focused on the pleasure for you both, then everything should fall into place. You know, if the cap (cock?) fits…
That’s not to say there shouldn’t be any more exploration. Replace “practice” with “repeat”. Doing something you know you can do over and over agan just improves your skill. It’s not entirely practice, but it makes damn near perfect sometimes.
As I’m collecting quotes at the moment, here’s a good one.
“Do you want to perform sex with me?”
“Well, I’d need to rehearse a little before I perform.”
– Woody Allen
September 9, 2009 at 6:09 pm
Blacksilk
Strangex: Thanks, m’dear, I am indeed feeling much better now. No more sniffles :)
ILB: Oh I agree that sex is all about the getting into it and letting go and what have you; certainly if you were trying to be all prim and proper about it, it’d be rubbish.
It’s just that I like to learn new tricks. Even if they don’t turn out the way I intended. My handjob ’signature move’ is one that I got by trying to do something I’d read in a book and ending up with a *very* nice variation. And that one leaves 100% of testers so far in a pile of shivering jelly ;)
Copying does work, as long as that’s not all it is. I’ve learned a lot about what I like from porn, after all.
It’s a bit like a martial art. You learn lots of techniques but when it comes to the crunch you produce them naturally without much conscious decision.
As for the watching, yeah that totally works for me ;)
September 12, 2009 at 4:47 pm
harlowknight
Congratulations on your Fleshbot nomination. Well deserved.
September 13, 2009 at 3:30 pm
The Drinker
(Comment eavesdropping — Fleshbot nomination?! Oooh! YAY go you!)
I agree with you and ILB in different ways. I think that a few tricks up your sleeve (or not as the case may be…) is good; you can’t as you say “leave the sex to look after itself” as that’s when it can get pushed aside as being unimportant or go stale.
Also I think that any tricks or changes to what your partner is used to can kill the mood somewhat – a sort of ‘what the hell was that?!’ moment in the throes of passion being usually frowned upon.
But then again sex is about pleasure and pleasuring and you want to explore and find new pleasures and ways of pleasuring.
My experience is that any introductions of new things either need to be a sort of joint venture, entailing following Ikeaesque instructions with plenty of giggles, or something completely the opposite that you can slip in (again, or not as the case may be, these phrases take on a whole new dimension in sex blogging) whilst doing the normal and it just inhances without need of comment.
That’s my twopennyworth anyhoo.
xx
September 14, 2009 at 6:07 pm
Blacksilk
Harlowknight: Ooh, I hadn’t noticed that! Thanks for letting me know and for the congrats!
Drinker: I suppose I talk about ideas with Fractal far too much for anything to be *too* much of a surprise, heh. I remeber when he first ’surprised’ me with rimming and I’d guessed what it was going to be a good half an hour beforehand!
Besides, accidents happen all the time (odd noises, cramps, falling off the bed, etc.), ’tis best not to let them spoil things.
I very much agree with you, though. Pleasure is the destination and exploration is the journey.
And kudos for the word ‘Ikeaesque’, I did a double take on those vowels :)
x
September 17, 2009 at 4:32 pm
dirtygirl
I love your blog
September 17, 2009 at 5:15 pm
Blacksilk
Thanks very much! :D