More Analysis Of ?well?me.

I’ve been accused of being a Christian basher. Not so…I count myself as a Christian. More than that, I feel that, mostly, I am Catholic, I just can’t go along with everything the College of Cardinals says. Some say you have to believe it all, 100% or nothing, but I don’t think that’s so. 

I’ve met some brilliant nuns. Kind, caring, head in heaven, but feet on the ground types who really did try to live the Christian way, but I’ve also met some sadistic ones too. Bad apples in every barrel I guess. 

But, I am submissive, sexually. Therefore being on my knees is sexual to me….be it in church or in the bedroom. 

I enjoy pain. I adore being whipped now and then, and yes, the idea of being used as a sex object for a group, be they men, women or both is intensely exciting to me. 

I’d love to be a teenage boy’s first. I’ve had the privilege of being a teenage girl’s first, but then I was her age too…I’d like to do it again now I’m more experienced. 

Under age? No. Definitely not, although I do have a problem with an arbitrary number being plucked out of thin air. 15 years, 364 days 23 hours 59 minutes…illegal (here). One minute later, legal. I mean, what the fuck? 18, in some places, as young as 12 in others. The truth is a person is ready when they feel ready. Oh, don’t get me started…..but age play? Oh yes…I love that…and I have the figure for it too. 

I am, I think, a Nymphomaniac, although I hate the expression. I love sex in all its forms, and I have very few restrictions….there’s very little I wouldn’t try. I’m not into animal sex, although seeing animals have sex does make me horny. The local stables will start covering mares soon, and I will be there watching and helping out. To see a stallion ram his cock inside a mare….well…I bet I’m not the only girl there with damp panties, and last year, I know one girl went off for a quick cum….because I went with her! 

I’m opportunistic. I’ll take sex as, when and where it appeals to me. With guys, I’m up for role play, age play,, oral, vaginal or anal, or any combination of the three. With girls, I am I think more relaxed…more wild. I’m definitely more vulgar with girls than with guys. 

I get immense pleasure watching others develop sexually. Dani, for example, has been amazing! Watching this shy little wallflower bloom into a girl who has had lesbian sex and has lost her virginity to The Lovely Chris, masturbates anywhere in and around the home she feels like and has recently been talking to me about anal sex. She, like me, enjoys pee sex. Not all girls do, but it seems those who do have turned a risk into a pleasure. Most girls feel like they’re going to pee before they have they]ir first cum, and many stifle it to the point that they don’t cum. Eventually, they may relax, or get taken over by events, and then, well, so pee, some don’t. It’s something of a lottery. 

Others thought, take the problem by the horns. I remember a friend telling me “I just thought one day ‘What would be so bad if I did pee my panties?’ So, I tried it and I found it felt kinky, dirty….and utterly glorious.” She apparently does it every time she masturbates. I don’t. For me it’s a now and then thing. 

I adore a guy cumming on me. Everywhere….hair, face, mouth, body….and The Lovely Chris is a very heavy cummer. Being a natural sub, yes, I do enjoy being peed on too. Yes, I know, some of you are already saying “Yuck”, but each to their own, right? I happen to enjoy being peed on, but then, I also enjoy peeing on others…if that’s what they want. 

I’m not into any other form of…hmmm….let’s call it toilet sex. It doesn’t appeal to me, but each sexual encounter is different. I can’t see me ever agreeing to it, but never say never. 

Both genders are brought up to be ‘nice’. But somehow, it seems to me, it’s more ingrained in girls to be ‘nice’. No-one seems to mind if a guy swears, but if a girl does, then heads turn. Dani was the very model of ‘niceness’ when she first came to work for me. I could never imagine a vulgar word leaving her lips, but when she told me to “Lick my fucking cunt.” and I saw the physical reaction those words caused….a flood of wetness and a deep flush across her chest…it was, magical. There’s no other word for it. 

I think I’ve written before about the notion of opposites in sex. A girl stands or sits demurely, dare I say ‘nicely’, yet when she’s having sex, she lies on her back, her legs splayed wide, showing the most intimate part of her body. In everyday speech she’s equally ‘nice’, yet in the heat of passion, she may scream “Fuck me!” Vulgarity is, in and of itself, a sex act. 

To see Dani, you wouldn’t think she has ever had a sexual thought in her head, yet watching her sit on a chair, gently hitch up her skirt, and slowly part her knees revealing panties that hug the outline of her sex, and are already stained with her wetness is such a joy! If the panties are pulled aside or removed, she displays her sex willingly, and seems to enjoy the vulgarity of it. She even makes comments such as “I’m so wet, look at me.” Or “My cunt, (she always pauses if she uses a dirty word.) lick my cunt.” I never encouraged her to talk dirty. That’s 100% her.

I once talked a friend to orgasm. We were on a sleepover and she was sharing my king sized bed. The talk, as usual, had become sexual, and with it, I had started to drop in the occasional vulgarity. No, I wasn’t intending to seduce her…although that did happen…but as I talked (I seem to remember I was telling her about the first time I sucked a guys cock) she was lying flat on her back with her arms on the pillow over her head….think Rose in Titanic when Jack is drawing her. I felt movement and it was obvious she was squeezing her thighs together. 

I do clearly recall when I used a vulgar word it caused a visible reaction…a sharp intake of breath…a brief moan….so I used more of them. “…..as I sucked his cock, my cunt was on fire….I was flooding with wetness…….when he came in my mouth I swallowed his spunk….he slipped his hand into my panties and pushed a finger deep up my cunt and went down on me, licking my clit until I felt like pissing….but I came instead.” As I got to’…came instead’…she started shuddering and gasping. I knew she’d cum of course, but it took a while before she admitted it. And yes, we hugged afterwards, which turned to kissing which turned to us getting no sleep at all that night! 

Opposites. Ask any woman in the street if she would shove a plastic cock up herself and be ready for the explosion of abuse that you’ll get. Ah, but now go through her drawers in her bedroom. I bet it won’t be long before you find her vibrator…or dildo..or both. Ask any guy if he likes his bum hole fingered and you’ll probably get some macho reply,…but secretly, I bet he asks his partner to do that for him that night. 

Lastly, role play. If a couple are deeply in love, why would they need or want role play? 

Why would a girl let her partner fuck her while calling her another girl’s name, for example? Why would he be ok with her calling him another guy’s name? Why would she pretend to be underage? Why would she want to be tied up….caned, maybe? Why would she pretend to be a whore for him? Why would she wank him off while talking to him about a female friend she knows he fancies?

In my view, it is precisely that they are deeply in love and committed to one another that they do these things. Just because a couple are married doesn’t magically switch them off from noticing attractive people. Emily and I role play regularly. Em has been Hazel for me several times. I have role played people she has found attractive. Ours is a very open relationship. She sleeps with other girls, and so do I…and with The Lovely Chris. There is zero jealousy and no recriminations….far from it. When we’re together, we quite literally tear each others clothes off. She is my soul mate and I am hers. Some won’t approve of this, but, respectfully, your opinion is your opinion…it isn’t ours. When we recount of]ur sexual exploits to one another it always results in wild sex together. We rejoice in one another’s pleasure, we aren’t remotely threatened by it. 

So, am I….are we….perverted? Disgusting? Weird? To be perfectly honest my lovelies, I really don’t care. In the words of the song I am what I am, and what I am needs no excuses. 

Sometimes, I project myself forwards in time. I’m 70….an old woman. I don’t want to be someone who says “I wish I’d had more sex.” Or indeed any sentence beginning with “I wish…” Since adolescence first picked me up in its loving fingers, I’ve been scrupulously honest with myself. I’ve faced the feelings puberty gave me, and I’ve listened attentively to Miss Brain when she whispered little suggestions into my consciousness. I’ve discovered what I like, and not denied it to myself. I’ve done things people would consider ‘perverted’…whatever that is supposed to mean. My sister and I comforted one another when the world went crazy, and yes, my dad and I had one, totally spontaneous encounter after the most unlikely build up. Believe me, watching a naked man playing tennis is about as far away from ‘sexy’ as you can get. Hilarious, yes. Sexy? Oh dear me no….and yet…

Maybe I will lose my sex drive as many women do when the menopause comes a-calling. There’s a history of early menopause in my family. Mum went through it at 45. If I’m the same, I could only have 22 more years so sex to have! I know there’s HRT, but it’s not without risk of breast cancer…and there’s a history of that in my family too. 

For me it’s a case of “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.” 

Ah well….I’ve wittered on long enough.