Archive | June 16, 2011

Your Honor, Please Don’t Take My Boxers.

Back in the good old days of AOL chat rooms and easy hookups that came from said chat rooms, I had a dream.  I wanted to find a nice good-looking normal boyfriend with a good job, maybe even a doctor or a lawyer. You know, someone who mom & dad would actually like.

I had talked to Scooby for a couple of weeks when we decided that it was time to meet face to face.  I had seen his picture so I thought I knew what I was getting myself into.  He had curly blond hair, pretty blue eyes, was taller than me and had a good body.  Scooby was a cute Jewish lawyer from New York who had moved to Atlanta a couple of years earlier.  I found him funny, witty, and sexy and therefore wanted to have sex with him.  It was definitely lust at first sight.

I can’t remember if Scooby and I went for drinks or dinner or anything, or if we were just two horny little fuckers that couldn’t wait to get it on.  After he picked me up from my apartment, he said that he needed to stop by his office to pick up some paperwork, so we went by there first.  It was in a large office building and it was at night so no one was really around.  When we got to the building he asked if I wanted to come up to see his office.  I got the feeling that he wanted to go up and get more than his paperwork so I said yes.

It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was a nice office and it had a couch in it.  We sat on the couch and started talking.  It didn’t take long for him to go in for a kiss and he was a very good kisser.  As things progressed he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.  When he stood up to take them off I saw that he was wearing Scooby Doo boxers.  I thought they were cute and I kind of giggled because here was this hotshot straight-laced NY lawyer standing in the middle of his office wearing Scooby Doo boxers.  He also still had on his shirt and tie.  I tend to see the humor in the silliest little things and situations.  Once he realized that I wasn’t laughing at him, we continued what we had started.

It was a fun little escapade.  I felt like the naughty secretary getting spanked in the boss’ office.  It was great and probably what really got me interested in spanking and other types of light kink.

I don’t remember much about what happened with him after that night, and it doesn’t really matter.  I had a great time and some good sex with a really cute guy.  What else could a girl ask for? 🙂

Happy humping!

Love & Sex Q&A #98

Love & Sex98

Are there times you would rather masturbate than have sex with a partner?  If so, when?

Never.  I always choose sex with my partner over masturbation.  The only time that I masturbate is when I don’t have a partner handy.  Seriously, why would anyone choose masturbation over the real thing?  Granted, masturbation is a great way to get to know your own body and what turns you on, but when you have a partner there are so many other ways that you can be turned on even more.

I also prefer not to masturbate because for me I like for all that sexual energy and tension to build so that when I do have sex it’s an even bigger explosion of pleasure.  I can understand if men don’t feel the same way because for them “blue balls” can be quite painful from what I’ve heard.  Masturbation can also help increase a man’s stamina.  Practice makes perfect, so, wank away boys!

I’m going to add a poll to this one because I really would like to know how many of you would ever choose masturbation over sex.

17 days until I turn 37

Today marks the 17th day before I turn 37.  As I move closer to 37 my mind wanders.  What are the things that I love and hate the most about myself?  I’m going to use these last 37 days to find out.


I love that I’ve been good at writing in my journals over the years because without my journals I wouldn’t be able to remember half of the shit that I’ve done and that’s happened to me.  I have been going through some of them searching for names of people and I’ve realized that I did way too many drugs or something.  My memory is awful.

I hate that I so easily forget the names and faces of many of the men that I’ve been with.  Some of them I don’t even remember having sex with at all.  Again, thank God for my journals.

Happy humping!