romantic sex does not mean he loves you.

Discussing with an old friend today about our current lovers and how happy we are with them, the subject of past lovers came up. At some point Mirjam mentioned  Martin ( ex shag buddy ) must have loved me. What on earth made her think such a thing , I wondered.
Mirjam recalled all the the wonderful sex I had described to her and how he and I used to lock onto each other' eyes and cuddle endlessly post sex. To Mirjam this kind of romantic behaviour means he was in love with me. To me, it means we had great  sexual chemistry and more. He did admit he had feelings for me when we parted so I wont deny it, however he never actually said those three words. Therefore my conclusion is .... when a connection between a man and a woman is so strong, when the sex is so magical that post sex includes romantic cuddles, loving gazing and endless spooning...it means gratitude for the joy shared together, it means he is fully living the moment , it means he is totally relaxed and maybe a little connected to you in that very moment... it means many precious things  BUT it doesnt mean he loves you.
You cannot know for sure that this means love until he shows it in more concrete ways.
Mirjam is making the classic female mistake to confuse sexual happyness for love. I should know, I almost fell for it myself. Men know exactly what it is, most women dont and I admit it is really hard to tell the difference if you are not the boss of your sex life.
Ladies, stay on your guards when he is wonderful post sex too. He might be romantic and cuddly but he does not mean that he loves you.

Careful what we wish for

I think I might have been granted a wish yesterday.
Often I have thanked the Lord for this beautiful connection to Martin, aka shagbuddie number one and regularly I wished that I could distance myself from him emotionaly, this was going too far. His words began to matter and sex with him began to mean something. Not very apropriate for someone so proud to be the boss of her sexlife, right ?
We did not see each other for over 5 weeks and only spoke on the phone a couple of times. I was really missing him and at the same time wishing that the spell he put on me could somehow be broken. Last time he rang I did mention that he was welcome to call anytime, if he needed to talk, I hardly ever sleep anyway. After a complete silence for nearly 2 weeks, imagine my surprise when my phone rang at 2 am !
I was so tired that night, I had attended a seminar in Geneva and returned home at midnight. I fed my cat and jumped into bed, planning to grab 5 hours of sleep before catching an early train to Lugano for another seminar. Television as usual had nothing exciting on, so I closed my eyes around 1 am, willing myself to sleep with the help of my loving cat's purring.
She and I both jumped up as the phone squealed really loud in the midle of the night. It was Martin !
-Ciao, he said, I need to see you, are you awake ?
-Yeah, I mumbled sleepishly, how are you feeling these days ?
-Can I come and see you ?
-??????????????? Now ?
-You said that...
-I know what I said, of course you can, I answered, but not long because I got to get up at 5.30 am
-Oh man, that means you should be sleeping.
I thought about it for a minute and declared :
- Fuck sleeping, come on over.
-Are you sure you dont need to sleep a litle ? ( Hypocrite ! )
-I have missed you, I do miss you, even my cat misses you. Come over now.
And he came.
At first it was awkward, as I had no idea what to expect and how to handle Martin. Did he seek comfort ? Was he missing my embrace ? Should I offer him good sex or a cup of camomilla tea with pain killers ?
He is totally healed, with only a couple of slight scars left. That was fast, but he said it takes a lot to take him down since he has a very hard head .
I mentioned  Im a stuben hard head too and he went on about everything having a limit and even tough hard heads can break at some point.
I served him a glass of water and he was horrified, he gave me a long ecologist speech about boycotting bottled water and drinking tap water only because of this and that.
Oh dear , was it gonna be a boring conversation night ?
Martin held me close and whispered : I need tenderness tonight.
It occured to me that I had not created a romantic atmosphere and I was still in my Snoopy night shirt. Oops !
What did he expect at this time anyway ? I was only half awake.
Still, we sat and cuddled, my cat played with him for a while and went back into her basket to snore happily. We cuddled some more, talking about what had happened to him. I worried that his fall had taken place while we were texting, as that would make me feel guilty but he swears he cant remember a thing. Everything was nice and cuddly till he started kissing me passionately.
I was prepared to see the stars and it was an eclipse.
His mouth felt different last night and his kiss definitely did not make my head spin. I refused to believe this was hapening and kissed him some more to see if I would feel anything.
Nothing.
Nada.
Rien.
Niente.
His kisses, his loving glances, his wonderful touch, it was all there but the magic was missing. Where was the magic last night ?
On one hand I was so happy to have him back in my bed, I had missed him so.
But on the other hand.......I was wondering what he was doing here.
He had not slept in 24 hours, I imagine he must have been drinking since he stopped taking pain meds. I was beyond tired. He noticed I had not come and he wasnt pleased about it.
How embarassing !
I lied that I had but he knows my body too well.
He, however, did have a good time but Im not sure it was as magical for him as it had been all the times before.
Around 4 am, I felt like talking him into either sleeping or leaving. I wanted to talk but the words just wouldnt come out.
We played and played and he came at the exact time my alarm clock rang !
5.30 am.
Since I had to go soon, I  showered quickly and when I returned to my bedroom Martin was fully dressed  saying that now he felt better and was rushing  home to sleep. I cheekily asked if he would wait for ten minutes and walk me to my car. His answer was :
-Nope.
-What ? Did I hear that right ?
-No,  you are on your own.
What the fxxx ?
To my relief this did not hurt at all.
-I am not afraid to be on my own, I hissed, I know I am on my own, but you are here anyway, I have to go, so how about you walk me to the bloody parking lot and to my car, I might even give you a lift if you like.
He giggled some more and charmed his way out of it. He tapped his right temporal lobe and smiled that he is not fully recovered yet and sometimes acts funny.
( Doesnt he mean like a cold selfish son-of-bitch ? )
We kissed some more till he got into the lift and he did not even feel that my heart was not in it.  I blew him an air kiss goodbye.
As I closed the door behind me and went to the kitchen to serve my cat her breakfast I was pondering what had happened.
He comes in at 2am, gives me weird talk and a completely useless shag that was not worth losing sleep over. He knows Im going to work right now without any rest or sleep at all because of him and he cannot even wait ten minutes to walk me to the blooming parking lot ?
What a plonker !
I am not even angry, disapointed or hurt.
His words stopped having any weight for me, what a blessing !
It was about time that east German kid got out of my head.
I have wished for this, I have wanted this. I just did not know this would actually happen do quickly.
I have officially gone off Martin , yay !
This time we lasted seven months. I have no regrets for it was delicious, dangerous, crazy, gentle, tender and romantic.
But I do regret allowing him to get to me that much.
There we go, lesson learned.
Yoohoo I am once again in full control of my emotions. Screw emotions !
Screw feelings and screw compromises !
It feels so good being the boss of my sexlife !

hot hot hot

I rang his door bell and he opened his door wide with a large smile. He paused for a moment, looking at me as if I were a chocolate ice cream, puts a hand on the back of my neck and kisses me softly while I step in.
Taking my coat off, he plants a kiss on my back. I turned around and look at him, he reads my thoughts and lifts me up in his big strong arms. My legs jump up to wrap themselves around his narrow hips, my arms embracing his neck. He carries me slowly to his bedroom, kicks the door shut behind us, looks at me lovingly and carries me to his bed ever so gently. I never realised till tonight how much trust it requires to let a man pick you up and carry you in his arms. What if he throws you off the window ? What if he drops you brutally on the floor ? Why was I even having such morbid thoughts ?
My lover deposits me gently on his larger futton bed, straddles me and takes his shirt off. Never stopping eye contact, he starts peeling my red silk shirt off. I purposely wore one that has many buttons to undo. He loves it. My shirt is opened but he leaves it on, admiring my white lace bra. He slides my grey skirt off me, admires what he sees. He bends over and kisses me passionately.
We breathe together, we cant stop kissing, breathing in and out of each other's mouthes.
He asks would I like some cold sparkling water, I would. He returns from his kitchen with a glass of it and starts drinking. He cups my face with his long hands and kisses my mouth pouring that sparkling water into it. I drink this water straight from his lips, what a strange sensation.
He asks if I had done this before, I hadnt.
He slowly takes off my red stilettos and massage my feet sensously, asks if this tickles, it didnt. He licks my toes and put them in his mouth, never breaking eye contact. I am going crazy with what he is doing to me. He knows it.
We keep on making out heavily for over an hour till I cant resist anymore. I rip his boxer shorts off and practically impale myself on his manhood while he moans aloud and kneads my buttocks.
He gets back on top of me and I tell him how much I looove the weight of his body on mine. He tells me all that he loves about me , He loves the scent of my skin, the softness of my hair, the way candlelight cast dancy shadows on my body, he loves my french accent when I speak German, my feet, my breast, my... and my.... and also my ......He tells me all the things he loves about me and I can almost feel wings growing , thats how much he makes me feel, like I am flying. Suddenly a heavy weight jumps on his futton. His huge chocolate labrador was wondering what was going on,  " Not now Tommy, Daddy is very very busy right now. "
Tommy woofs and goes back into his huge basket after I pet him on the head.
I laughed so hard but he brings the magic back straight away by cupping my head and looking straight into my eyes while our hips are dancing samba. After we come together , I hide my face in his shoulder so that he doesnt see my tears of joy. That's how good it feels.
He falls asleep holding me tight, I love it. He snores sightly, I try not to fall asleep as I know that I would easily outsnore him.
I can see the round silver moon from his  window and I feel so gratefull for these hours of sheer happyness.
4 am, he moves a little and that's my cue to whisper to him that I got to go home. He turns around with his eyes still closed and gives me a soft kiss on the forehead and then on the lips. This is so tender and so romantic that it turns me on again. I kiss him back and reach for his bottom half. Now he is very much awake and gets back inside my body while caressing my face and smiling  at me.
How I love his sexy stare !
After he comes he holds me tight and tells me how much he looooves having sex with me. Im still flying and keeping quiet, I better not tell him that I have never felt more alive that this moment.
 He makes me feel so alive !
After some more making out and kissing, we leave his appartment, I get into a taxi and he takes Tommy out for an early morning walk.
Sheer bliss !

Sometimes all you need is a good romp

Favourite fuckbuddy number one is away in Spain for a month, I was texting with him from my buble bath and thinking of his expert hands and soft lips on my warm body when favourite fuckbuddy number two answered a text I had sent him earlier. Igor suggested we met a little later.
At the said time, I decided to add a little spice and waited downstairs, hidden behind the front door hoping no neighbours would show up for a while.
As soon as Igor appeared in front of the huge glass door I flung it wide to a shocked Igor who smiled when I droped my black coat to flash my red bra and knickers to him. After a quick embrace, we got into the lift and started to make out heavily till the fifth floor. Once inside we had a wild roll in the hay or rather on my red bedding. I asked Igor to go slow tonight, I wasnt in the mood for a caveman. He complied and slowed down but somehow I found myself trying to recreate Volker's tenderness and failed parlously. After a while I stoped making believe Igor was romantic and sweet. I just let him be who he is and enjoyed him as Igor and not as a proxi.
I really needed to have this good time last night, I had worked hard, did a ton of paperwork and generally felt exhausted. I loved to surprise him the way I did. Nothing like a good romp to put me back on rails !
Sometimes that is all you need to function properly again.

dirty sweaty sexy

I had never done that before, we in switzerland are so obsessed with hygiene and cleanliness that we would never dream of doing that. However I had this incredibly sexy experience that was a mix of cro magnon and gentleman.
Volker, my  cute 31 year old construction worker and I, had been texting through the afternoon quite flirtily. Neither of us had time to meet during the weekend but  we had wished we could. At around 6 pm he texted again asking if I were home alone because he was downstairs. I jumped in the bathroom to splash cold water on my face and dab a bit of perfume on. I wore jogging clothes but I didnt have time to change, this would have to do. I opened the door wide, quite turned on by all our previous texting. He stepped in, smiled cheekily at me and droped his  heavy work back pack on the floor. My first thought was to tell him to go have a shower first, his clothes were dirty, there was dust even in his hair and his skin was sweaty but his hands were clean.  His eyes focused on my lips as he grabed my waiste and pulled me in for a long languid kiss.
-Where shall we do it ? he asked. I turned my head towards the living room and he lifted me up while I jumped up to wrap my legs around his hips.
He carried me so all the way to the large brown leather couch and there instead of throwing me on it and jumping on me, he sat on the couch with me still around him and we made out in this position. Clothes came off slowly, one by one, and kissing became more sexual and heavy. I bent over to kiss his sixpack while he managed to bend over me to kiss my neck. What a contorsionist !
By now I couldnt care less that his clothes were dirty, his hair messy and his face badly unshaved. His raw sexappeal was seriously turning me on. I didnt even mind his rugged face slightly scratching my cheeks and I was not afraid of his cavemanlike moves either. He was all man, sweat and all but he was a gentle and considerate lover, he made sure I came before he did and afterwards he fell asleep on top of me while still holding me in his long arms, his right hand cupping the back of my head . When he awoke later he smiled and said he was sorry to be so tired but he had been working since 6 am. Seriously ? It had been tender, warm and cuddly, I wonder how a construction worker can be such a fine creativ lover and I told him so. He answered that not all construction workers are illeterate brutes who mindlessly shag all that moves, they can be as chosy and as  passionate as any men. On the field most of the workers keep braging about all the women they shag all the time ( yeah right ) but Volker never talks about his sexlife. In fact he is so quiet about his life that his boss once asked him if he were gay. He cleverly answered that if he were gay he would still indeed have lots of  sex stories to talk about but he just considers his sexlife to be private. We both agreed that it is those who talk the most about it that get laid the less.
I sat on the couch facing him with my legs around him and his around me. My head rested on his left shoulder while his rested against mine. Our arms  were around each other and our eyes were closed. Things were getting hot again and we had sex in that weird position that felt wonderful although a tad uncomfortable when I put my hands on the couch and lifted my pelvis to meet his. So glad I went to pilates last night. Later on we still had our eyes closed waiting for our hearts to beat at a normal rate when I whispered :
- I wonder if you are that fantastic with all the people you sleep with.
-I only sleep with you. I almost did cartwheels ! He must really like me then.
-You do ? I tried to sound nonchalent.
-Yeah. Im not saying  I want an exclusive thing but I only sleep with you.
-Me too.....but ....why me ?
-I dont know, but I am a good judge of character and It feels like I can actually trust  you....
What does that even mean ? I guess that will have to do.
-Cool, me too.
Hmm sounds good, a great fuck and a pep talk.
He left after kissing me a douzain times more. I watched him walked the street looking like a rough construction worker, who knew he could be such a loving cuddly cat ?

Drunken sex

We all know that drunken sex is a waste of everybody's time but I had a really cute  experience last night.
My God-daughter and her fiancé were in Zurich and we decided to have a japanese dinner . We had a wonderful time and I loved seeing them so happy and so in love even after six years together, bless them.
Around eleven p.m. I started to walk home because it was such a lovely starry night. As I turned into the long street that leads to mine, I noticed a man sitting on the pavement and listening to music, I distinguished the apple green nylon jacket but couldnt see the actual features of the face but this is not something you want to do in the middle of the night with a stranger in the street anyway.  I walked on quickly and set my mp3 to listen to Kylie Minogue. The man jumped up and run after me ! I nearly missed a heartbeat when he grabbed my arm.
Martin !
Suddenly my east german shagbuddy stood there before me in the middle of the night with a silly big grin and I realised he was drunk when he stumbled over me for a kiss.
-What are you doing here Martin ?
-I have been partying and I wanted to spend some time alone before going home.
-In the street ? Near my street ?
-Errr yeah. What are you listening to ?
-Errr Amy Winehouse ( I was embarrassed to be cought with romantic songs )
- Shall we have a walk in the park ?
He took my hand and we walked, or rather I walked and he zig.zaged, to the park till we found a bench.
It was pitch dark and we were all alone.
He was getting amorous and kept trying to undress me but I wouldnt let him. Years ago I dated an alcoholic and we often had al fresco sex in situations like this. I always gave in and hated myself afterwards. I had flashbacks of Carlos and freaked out, I straddled Martin and grabed his hands off my shirt.
-Shatz, do you remember what happened last saturday ?
-I'd rather not.
-You behaved like a primitive  cro magnon and I'd like to understand why.
-I am  embarassed  to have treated you so brutally, I dont know why I did it.
-Because it didnt get too out of hand, Im willing to put it down to experience but I never want you to do this to me ever again. I dont like brutality at all.
-Ok
-I mean it ! Never again.
Martin's embarassement was genuine. I felt a wave of tenderness for him and deposited a small kiss on his forehead. He jumped and asked what I was doing.
-what do you mean ? 
-You kissed my forehead, why did you kiss my forehead ?
-Is it that unpleasant ?
-No it just that it feels funny.
He was quite serious and asked me point blank :
-What  was your childhood like ?
-What ?
-What's the name of your religion ?
-Why ?
-Because I wanna know.
-You are sooo drunk, lets go back to my place for a strong cup of coffee.
-Im not drunk.
-Oh you  soooo are , come on.
I managed to walk back to my building with Martin wrapped around me. Later on in my kitchen I was making coffee while he kept kissing my back and tried to undress me. I led him to my balcony where I made him drink his coffee  which he liked so much he even drank mine.
He was feeling better already and we could actually have a nice conversation.
Some men get agressive when they drink and some become over romantic and laugh a lot.
Im pleased to say Martin fits the second category just like my ex hubby does.
He gave me a long long  languid kiss that made my head spin and said :
-I want your body,  I want it now.
-You got it.
-I do ?
-Yeah.
We laid on my bed, in each other arms, making out slowly. He whispered that he loved my beautiful ass and my gorgeous breasts, my silky skin and my sweet lips and and ....and.
That felt so good !
The sex itself was not as explosive as usual but we came anyway before he fell asleep in my arms.
It was nice, warm and comfy. My cat jumped up and cuddled up to him. It was so cute watching them play together. When Martin  left he was feeling so much better as when he had stumbled in, walking upright and smiling, blowing me air kisses from the stair case. Was is destiny that put me on his path ? Or was he waiting in my street hoping to see me ? Was he looking for a dignified way to apologize ? I have no idea but it turned out nicely.


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Just because he likes you a lot, doesnt mean he loves you.

This is a tragic mistake we all make and need to stop making for the sake of our sanity. Even I, had some issues regarding the " doubt ". When a man you date for a while, is regularly giving you some fabulous sex, looks at you adoringly and enjoys talking  to you for hours about different topics, you would think that he might like you a little, right ?
Wrong.
How crasy is it to imagine that the one man who makes you feel wonderful, loves your cooking, shares a few center of interest with you and keeps telling you about all the thing he loves about you, from the scent of your skin to the sound of your voice, how wildly insane is it to supose that maybe, just maybe....he might actually like you more than  it appears ?
As time goes by, he keeps showing you that he really really likes you very much. Till one day you find yourself wondering if there is more to it. Does he love you ? Is that what he is trying to say ? He is so caring and very considerate... is it because he .....loves you ? What would you do with this love anyway ? You are probably just misreading the signals but....you have a doubt. Suddenly you cant help wondering about it.
Let me illustrate this by something that happened to me only 13 days ago. I had had a hot hot hot very steamy yummy sex evening with my soon to be ex shagbuddy Martin followed by a long cuddle and some conversation about his home town. I was leaving on the next day for a week holls in Portugal, my backpack was still half empty in the hall. As we were kissing goodnight for the hundredth time when he nicely wished me a great hollidays before asking me how many portuguese I was gonna screw that week ! I pointed out that it was a girlfriend holliday with Caroline who happens to be married and screwing around was definitely not on the menu that week. He insisted, with a smile, that maybe I would bring a cute portuguese back in my luggage and I jokingly said : Why would I screw some portuguese on my hollidays when I have you ?
Martin  immediately answered, with a smile, " But you dont have me ".
I was mortified ! How could I have embarassed myself this way ? I felt so exposed and so vulnerable that within a second I giggled that I was only joking. He kissed me some more after that but I couldnt stop thinking of what he had said.
But you dont have me ! Sounds even colder in german : Mich hast du nicht.
Here is a man who always makes stupid innuendos about how our love making could be dangerous, about how people can fall in love kissing the way we do. He sometimes points to my forehead saying : Martin is here. And I just giggle politely when he does this, am I so wrong in hoping he might have shown me the same courtesy when it was my turn to make an innocent joke ?
I have been home for three days and havent rang or texted him. I ignored calls from Igor and Jerome, postponed a couple of others and spent a really wild evening with my new brazilian hottie.
Am I angry that Martin said this ? In fact Im more angry with myself for showing vulnerability for a split second. Could it be that we were seeing each other too often ? going too far ? Absolutely, and that means Martin gave himself the right to get familiar enough to the point of being rude. I still desire him but im gonna create a distance between us, either we break up again or he will be just another fuckbuddy like Igor or Karim. With this exemple I wish to show you, in case you didnt know it, that just because your lover really likes you, it doesnt mean he loves you. Sadly...

Sex with clothes on

My east German shagbuddy and I had already had a roll in the hay and had gotten dressed again. I was just thinking that it had not been as good as before. He had not looked at me straight in the eyes untill we started having sex and he wasnt as cuddly as usual, what was wrong ? However when we started getting down to the nitty gritty he was my dream lover again....BUT without the magic .  Later on, we were dressed, sitting on my couch, playing with my cat and talking about bio nourishment as opposed to yucky micro waved processed industrial precooked meals. My boredom was growing into something more annoying. Here he was bitching about coca cola and television making people oblivious to nature and yet he drinks alcohol ? At some point we started saying goodnight and I gave him a kiss in the neck...while caressing his sixpack through his shirt, he liked that. Playfully I started to plant lots of slow kisses on his tummy, still through his shirt... he really liked this. Was that an erection that was bulging in his jeans ? Indeed it was ! I began to caress it through the rough fabric and still kept kissing his shirted chest and tummy. I looked up and noticed his eyes were crossing slightly, something Martin always does when he is in the throws of passion. When he started moaning I discretly took my lace panties off and zipped his jeans down to free up his very hard dick which jumped straight into my hungry mouth. Martin was twisting and gasping till I straddled him, impaling myself on his manhood. Now that was hot ! He grabed my hips to dig himself deeper into my body. His eyes locked into mine and I cupped his face in my hands while we kissed and kissed and kissed till he came in one long scream. At last ! I felt connected again, we stayed in this position till our hearts stopped racing and we could breathe normally again. I hadnt had sex with clothes on in such a long time I had forgotten how much fun that was. Besides when you have a lot of sex with the same man, it is really important to keep it exciting by doing different things.
Martin left soon after that because he had to work early on the next morning, but now, he had a large smile on his face.

Igor j' adore...

I cant believe how fantastic shaging was this morning.

As I just returned from a week holls with my best friend (where I ve been a very good girl) that  was tons of fun as we drank gallons of hot chocolate and gorged on fabulous  food ! Yum ! I put 2 kilos on but it was well worth it. All I need now is a few classes of Pilates or zumba to shed them along with a couple of orgasms, since we previously established that good sex burns calories.
Talking about a couple of orgasms, Igor rang to ask if I had fun  and did I get home ok. I answered I am home already and feeling tres horny, that was enough for Igor to come here running.
He arrived wearing casual chic clothes, starting making small talk till I took his hand and dragged  him to my bedroom. He smiled and jumped on me when I opened the sexy black negligé i wore for him. Igor is a man who is driven wild by sexy lingerie and I love wearing it so we do understand each other.

Wow ! was that the best shag Ive had in weeks or what !
An hour and a half of solid wood never going down, kissing, groping, moaning, talking dirty ( this I dont actually like but I will put up with it as long as it doesnt get too gory ).  Sex with Igor is always torrefic but this morning it was phenomenal !
He only stopped because he had to go home to prepare his son's bday party, and even so he did it in such a sexy way... looking straight into my eyes whispering next time I come he will come with me. This is such a turn on !
And we did come together, I felt as though there were fireworks in my bed, the man almost had to peel me off the ceiling.
Igor likes a good post sex cuddle, so do I, instead of spooning, which I love, he remained on top of me ( man he is heavy !), playing with my hair and covering my face in little kisses.
Still inside my body  he remarked that  this  strong attraction between us is quite interesting, it is so powerful and long lasting, how many years has it been already ? How wonderfull the sexual energy that we create, how funny that we barely talk but have such a splendid bodily connection.
I tensed up, I thought Oh no, dont break up with me when you are still inside me! I had flash backs of that eastern german kid and his : sex with you is too good for something casual therefore we must break up speech, Mark crossed my mind with his : if you think im not good enough to be boyfriend material I will find someone who does.threat.
But Igor was genuinely marvelling at how fabulous our love making is ( I wonder if he thinks he is the only man I shag ? ) and how we could power up a small town with the incredible energy that we create together.
Igor was still gazing at me and at some point I worried that he felt so high he might either break up with me or make me the usual be my girlfriend or im leaving threat. Suddenly Igor slided himself out gently and asked if I had read any good books lately. Yes ! The awkward moment is gone and we can make idle talk again, which means we can carry on having toe curling multi orgasmic sex like 2 good old friends with benefits , yes yes yes !

Hurray for quickies !!!!!!!

This  morning   at 8am as I did my laundry whilst reading a book, checking my emails and planning my day, I was feeling a little under the weather.
Im upset about a couple of things ,   besides   I havent  had sex in 3 weeks, I feel ratty , im starting to have withdrawal symptoms.
 I have a dental appointment ( not my favourite activity ! ) and im behind in my paperwork, not to mention i havent even reserved my usual bio turkey for Xmas.
Out of the blue, Igor rang at 8.05 am.

I- Good morning  schatzie.
C-hmm hey you.
I-  I was   just thinking about you after driving my son to school and it is such a beautifull snowy day, I was wondering if you...
C-Sorry Igor Im not really in the mood today, I dont feel sexy, Im gonna go to the dentist this afternoon, I have a ton of paperwork to do, books to read, stuff to file, my back is a little achy and I havent even had my morning chocolate yet ! so , thank you for thinking of me but no thank you.
I-Hey ? want a quickie ?
C-what ?
I- got this massive hard on with your name on it,   you   fancie a quickie ?
C-Now you re talking  ! come on up honey, I feel better already.


hahahahahaha dont I always say Igor is the perfect    shagbuddie in everyway ?
No nensense, no lying or pretending, straight to the point.
 no time wasting nor teasing. I dont know about you but I just love morning sex.
I havent had a quickie in such a long time I forgot how funtastic they feel.

He comes in, unshaved , no tie on, shallow breath and shiny eyes, looks at
me with  his mouth  slightly open, pushes me  against  the  wall  to start undressing  me   feverishly   whilst  kissing me  hard.
Igor's   desire is out of control.

In such cases you   either fall on the floor with your clothes around your ankles or if you are lucky you might actually drop on the couch or the bed whichever comes first.

But Igor  is already inside me before Im totally naked and we are still standing against my front door !

So glad I had a condom in my shirt pocket when I opened the door.
My naked thighs really enjoy  the feel of his blue jeans, the zip of his black leather jacket is rubbing sensously  against my almost   naked breasts.
This  leather smell is driving me crasy and I dont even mind the roughness of the wall digging in my back.
My fingers are running frantically trough his dark blond curls and I cant stop feeling small waves of fire washing over me.
He is practically dancing in my body as deeply as his tongue is doing tango with mine, yum.

Since Im much smaller than Igor is, he has lifted me a little and is cupping my buttocks to secure me in that position, and what a position it is !!!!
Its not romantic at all but it is extremely hot, viril, manly, almost primal.
I feel so alive and sexy as Igor stares at me with half closed eyes and whispers :
....I love your ass...I love your small mushi that holds my dick  so tight.....
I could kiss your tits all day.....hmmm I love your mouth.....i love what you  do with it.......I love your eyes......I love to watch you come....come for me......
come with me...... come with me.......

We rock into each other slowly, ever so slowly, until   we explode.................
Later we are sitting on the floor, wordlessly , exhausted but happy !
My head is resting on his shoulder while his arms and legs are wrapped around me.
Igor didnt  even shower ,said he wants to keep my taste all day during business meetings and remember this morning.
Wow ! how is that for a sexy statement ?

One more kiss and Gregor goes back to his day, I feel so energized by this fabulous quickie that Im ready to take on the world ! roll on laundries, books, tax forms, gift wrappings and time tables ! Im ready for you now !
But .....not before   I have a long long  hot  shower.



A quickie with Igor seems like the purrfect way to start the day !
naughty, I know but hey Im single therefore I am the boss of ..............
....what ?
Exactly !

raw sex vs romantic sex

2 days ago I hit the sheet with  Igor again, he is all about raw sex. He rips his clothes off trows me on the couch , kisses me hard and gets down and dirty.
I love it !!!!

BUT yesterday I felt like seeing Martin and he came running, I hadnt seen Martin in a while so that felt like something new, I actually had butterflies in my stomach waiting for him, I treated myself to a long bubble bath and a facial and enjoyed the butterfly thing. When he rang the door I  checked myself in the mirror and saw that I still had bits of facial cream on my neck ! yuck ! luckily I live on the third floor so by the time Martin knocked on my door the misshap had been wiped cleaned.

Martin is the opposite of  Igor, first he greets my cat properly and then, we will kiss and make out for ages, with our clothes on.
It feels like when you are teenagers and you wont go all the way with your boyfriend because you want to reach your wedding night as a virgin, so you put all your sensuality in your kissing.
Oh what a great kisser !  He really takes his time to kiss my lips, to cup my face, to touch my neck , to caress my legs, his kisses are not foreplay kiss or even sex kiss, his kisses are orgasmic ! His kisses are full of love.
I love it too !
Last night was all about me, he managed to get some wood and wow !
but even then, it wasnt  Igor's crazy pounding, it was tender and gentle and soft and warm and romantic.
He kept gazing into my eyes and moaning so sexily.
it was mind blowing !
I love men who voice their pleasure.
Igor screams  we he makes love .....Martin moans softly.
It was so magical I wanted to at least give him a nice blow job to show my appreciation but he wouldnt let me make love to him ! He was making love to me and feeling such pleasure from it.
Even when I sneakily managed to get on top of him and plant a few kisses on his tummy, he pulled me back up for a deep kiss and bang I was underneath his body again !
That is the first time in history a man does this with me. What an incredible treat ! Im not saying I'd want this all the time but last night... I felt like a queen, being pampered like that.
At some point he was resting on me, I laid there feeling how nice this was, that long skinny pale body ( yes another giant ) on top of mine, his heart beat thumping hard on my chest, his head nestling on my shoulder, his hands still holding mine.
Yum what a magical moment.

I love those moments when you are both exhausted but happy, empty but energised, looking at each other smiling without talking, thinking at the same time : wow that was beautiful !  feeling grateful for what you just gave and received.

Martin  looked at me, kissed me some more and off we went again on a magic carpet of creative body exploring.
After 2 hours of this beauty, he was fighting against the temptation of sleeping in my arms some more and jumped in the shower.
After he said goodnight to my cat, I was kissing him good night too, saying that it had been absolutely fantastic, he stared at me seriously and whispered in that funny eastern German tone " weiss du, mit kussen kan man sich verlieben".......
that means : " you know, one can fall in love kissing "
I giggled that falling in love in more complex than that, its not physical and besides he is perfectly safe with me.
It would never occur to  Igor to say such a thing, to even think it.
I looked in the mirror while brushing my teeth and notice my  eyes were sparkling like diamond ! my eyes were as shiny as my cats eyes, also something that never happens with  Igor.

I cant decide what is best :  the passionate crazy raw toe curling sex with Igor who is the perfect shag buddy in every way.
OR
The romantic gentle warm touchy kissy expertise of  Martin who turns making love into a fairy tale dream but always says something dumb afterwards.

which one are you and which one do you prefer ?

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Dirty sexy hot Igor

After having to turn  Igor down twice last week because of prior engagements I was happy that we both had tonight free.
Igor is the king of hot dirty sex , I mean that in the nicest possible way. And I have been looking forward to it all day. We were at it like crazy, talk about getting wood ! we were humping and kissing and all sort of ing when I started having flash backs of saturday night with Martin that 29 year old easter german.
Igor was kissing me up and down, pounding away, kissing again, humping again, suddenly I closed my eyes and tried to recreate Martin's kisses, his touch, his hands, his gentleness and his romantism.
Why would I even think of that in the middle of exceptional toe curling sex with a man who has wood from the minute he walks trough my door till the time he gets back into the lift ?
Maybe it was too soon, perhaps  I should have basked in saturday's delights a bit longer.
That is another power we women have, a man couldnt carry on shagging whilst thinking of something else, it would alter his moves altogether, we can even do grocery list while we have sex and the guy wont know any better.
I felt a bit embarrassed about thinking of Martin when  Igor was really putting a lot of effort into pleasing me so I focused on him and the magic happen, it was so good it felt as if my blood was liquid fire and I was a tornado. like waves rushing up and down my back and my feet !
Exceptional ! I  told him, sensational ! he answered. In that weird swiss german dialect....stoss mi ä.... Hmm I love stossing you dont worry.


Afterwards, we are laying there and he is talking about how fantastic it was and I'm going along with it, whilst wondering why I had even had those flash backs of Martin.
As he was ready to leave we made some small talk and feasted on those wonderful posh truffles he had brought, when my cat comes in to say hello.
I think he didnt fuss enough over her, she had to come real close for him to stroke her face, tss tss tss.
aha ! I found something dislikable about the king of wood ! lol

round and round we go again !!!!!

A couple of days after my last post, i was home feeling tres horny and considering doing something stupid like calling my exshagbuddie when  Igor rang. I told him to come straight away and it was the same magic and madness as last time !
and this time we didnt have to hurry, it lasted 2 hours !
i wonder if he could be my new shag buddy, if we carry on having a wonderfull time without complications or questions. I saw him this morning walking his little boy to school (so he was saying the truth about having his son this week), we exchanged a brief glance and a knowing smile, so funny that people have no idea that he is a hot sexy dirty sex machine and gets up to all sorts of naughty stuff with yours truely, lol.
Oops I totally forgot to call Mark  back !
I gave in to my ex shag buddy today and the sex itself was fantastic, looking straight into my eyes, moving the way i like...... it had been passionate up to the point where the condom magically disapeared ! Im sure he took it off without my knowledge, what a bastard he would do anything to stay in my life the c...t !
I told him off and ordered him to go take a test or no nookie in the future.
Pfff ! now im gonna have to wait another 3 months to test again. Man !

stay tuned , i will tell u all about that new guy last night

Might get a new shag buddy !!!!!!!!

On wednesday my usual shag buddy came although i said i wanted something quick and easy cause i had a lot of work on. And again he wasnt listening and i almost lost my temper. I explained 20 million times why i dont want to go to his house and why staying overnite is out of the question.....yet he asked me to spend the night in his house again !!!! Is the dude mentally challenged ? he just stupidly answered that he thought he might try to ask again. Man l hate this!
Either he is too stupid to get what im saying or he thinks he can change my mind or even worse...... that ill get tired of his constant pestering and give in ?
Hell no ! not on my watch !
The bloke is brilliant in bed but so are many others and this does not give him the right to sway off my decisions like that.
And he tried to bruise my legs and love bite my neck when he knows i hate that, to show a potential other lover that he's been there ? pfffff how childish.


He tried to put me into stupid acrobatic positions when he knows i hate that too, when i complained he said he likes to change, i suggested he changes his woman and that he heard ! more discussions, more arguements, more waste of time and energie.
Im thinking of telling him to get lost, i did several times but he always comes back for more, and he is so dumb that he never learns and always makes the same mistakes over and over again!
What do u think ? shall we show that one the red card ?