I Need to Have The Sex
Nov 30, 2009 Masturbate-able, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Sex, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions
What in the fuck am I going to do. It has only been 17 days. Of 90. You do the math.
Here I am. An overly sexual person. Stripped of the sexual. Now I am an overly FRUSTRATED person. I was having a conversation with someone about masturbation. Diddling if you will. How all in all, masturbation gets old. The response was that I must not be picturing the right individual while handling business.
The truth? Diddling is awesome. But human contact is better.
The touching. The skin to skin contact. The gelling of 2 bodies. The penetration. (Yep. I said it. The motherfucking penetration.) The sweaty smell of sex between 2 people. The kissing and kissing and kissing. Did I mention the kissing? I love to kiss. It is hands down THE ultimate deal breaker for me. If you are a horrible kisser, then we will never get to the rest. Ever.
I can’t kiss myself, ya know? I mean … If I could … I would. I am a great kisser. Heh.
What in the shit am I going to do for the next 73 days? That is a great deal of touching myself. 73 days. SEVENTY THREE DAYS. Is it wrong that I want to find a poor son of a bitch to use for physical needs only? Sex is only sex, right?!
Fine. FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE. So I won’t do it.
All I am saying is that it is absolutely unfair taking the sex away from me. It is like taking the gingerbread out of the man. Or the chocolate out of the chip. Or the candy out of the cane. And it is only going to get worse. *I* am only going to get worse.
Unfair is unfair. That is all I have to say about that.
Fin.
What is the longest you have ever gone without sex?
What is your favorite sexual position?
Tags: casual sex, diddling., love, making love, masturbation, Relationships, Sex
The Rain in Spain…
May 19, 2009 Creative Writing/Poetry, Masturbate-able, Relationships, Sex, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, love
I am listening to the rain. The last couple of days have girl-peed all over my geographical location. If I am prepared for it, I don’t necessarily mind it. The smell of fresh rain is borderline arousing to me; it’s distinct, clean smell filling my pores. As much as I feel energized by the warmth of the suns rays against my skin … I feel as energized by the sight, smell, sound of the rain falling around me.
It doesn’t rain here as much as the perception of Seattle rain is. One of the things that I love most about this city is the diversity in weather conditions. We experience a good amount of all of the seasons… but the extremity of each is limited. Or it was anyway. The last couple of years here have been odd in regard to weather.
Anyway, that is not the point of this blog.
When I was driving home today in Monsoon 2009, I started thinking about the fact that I have never made love in the rain … and I have always wanted to. The problem with the rain in Seattle is that it is not warm. Especially the kind I am listening to tonight. It is wet … wetter than the usual kind of rain we get here … and it is freezing. An unpleasant freezing that chills you to the core close to immediately. The cold doesn’t change my desire though.
There is this part in a book… one of my favorites ever … that that my fantasy reminds me of it is called “The Hottest State” by Ethan Hawke. (which I highly recommend reading… BTW) I remember being completely sucked into the moment when I read it… as if I was her and D was he. I wanted to be there, as wet and rainsoaked as they were.
If I could have picked my first kiss … it would go a lil’ somethin’ like this:
I would like to be … with D in the middle of the street … as if we were pages ripped out of a love story. The rain would fall hard, spilling down our faces. My t-shirt would stick to me, molding itself like paper mache to my breasts. We’d be palm to palm, chest to chest… as our mouths assumed the position atop the other. D would press my back against a vehicle that did not belong to us as he fumbled with my zipper… and me with his.
It would be passionate. Spontaneous. Sexy. I would remember the reason why we fell in love … not because I had forgotten … but because it would remind me that times like this are why people like us … him and i … remain we for as long as we are meant to.
Have you ever passionately kissed someone in the rain? Made love? What was it like?
Do you have a fantasy like this…? Maybe not the same “in the rain” one, but something that you have never done before?
If you could be a character out of a book… what character would you be and why?
Tags: ethan hawke, kiss, love, making love, passion, rain, spain, spontenaiety, the hottest state
Like Magic
May 8, 2009 Creative Writing/Poetry, Masturbate-able, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Sex, love
it’s like
magic
when you’re near me;
like the
tingles and
shivers
from your
*magic scepter*
abracadabra
down
my
spine.
i want to
taste your
flesh
on my pouty pink
lips
they travel.
across the planes
of your
chest;
each peak,
valley,
every crevice
discovered on your
silhouette
perfection.
you and i form we
flesh to flesh
heart(s)
sex to sex
soul(s)
a fiery formation of
one creature
we are love.
Copyright 2009 Wicked Game
Tags: love, making love, poem, poetry, Sex
TwitterBlogged
Mar 18, 2009 Relationships, Sex, Wicked Wisdoms
I scoured my old blogs on that one place I never log into anymore for a blog I wrote about twitterpation. I could not find it. That’s okay though… it just means I get to write a cooler, way more awesome blog on the topic.
Twitterpated
1)to be completely enamored with someone/something.
2) the flighty exciting feeling you get when you think about/see the object of your affection.
3) romantically excited (i.e.: aroused)
4) the ever increasing acceleration of heartbeat and body temperature as a result of being engulfed amidst the exhilaration and joy of being/having a romantic entity in someone’s life.
“When he smiled at her, the rush of warm, fuzzy, excited sensations that filled her made her realize she was completely twitterpated with this man.”
Spring is in the air. The birds are a’chirpin. The flowers are in bloom. I can see the sun peeking flirtatiously from behind that big, billowing cloud in the sky above me. With spring comes love. And babies. *squeeee* Folks who were shacked up by the fire, tryna keep warm and cozy were also makin’ babies!
(‘cept me. I <3 the invention of birth control)
As I was saying… most of you who know me and read my blogs are fully aware of the fact that I am in love with love. The smell of it. The taste of it. The swelling of 2 hearts simultaneously, making one big mushy pot of love stew.
Mmmmm… want a bite?
I know a couple of people who have found themselves in a big hot steaming pile of twitterpated.
One of these people is so over the moon that it is a wonder how she performs her normal daily tasks. She, like me, loves love. Like, loooooooooooooves it. In this general situation, I am elated that she has quite possibly found someone who will quite probably see her for who she is and quite hopefully will love her wholly. She is twitterobsessed.
The other… well… she is a brat about twitterpation. I cannot put my finger on it, but something tells me that her adoration of all things swooning mushy love is way deeper than that of which she portrays to the people whom she interacts with. She brings up all of the reasons why she ‘isn’t and should not be twitterpated.’ She is in twitterdenial.
What is so interesting about these 2 hypothetically specific and totally random situations is the approach that each of them have about their feelings. This, the act of human behavior in similarly relatable situations of the heart is one of the main reasons why I am so interested in the therapy profession. Each of us feels a certain way about the SAME thing, but our specific feeling… the way we approach it and of course how we own it or push it away cannot be identical to another person.
It is like matters of the heart possess their own unique set of prints.
I can say that I have felt the EXACT same way as another person, but truth be told, I havent. Not exactly. Similarly yes… but a feeling or reaction cannot be mimicked to that specific degree.
So I am present in 2 hypothetically specific and totally random situations. (heh. These bitches are sooo going to kill me) I listen and provide awesomely witty banter when needed. What they probably weren’t aware of until now is that I am analyzing and processing and learning about the different reactions and motivations that each of us naturally possess. Hypothetically speaking of course. *snicker*
The conclusion that I have come to is that whether you are in twitterdenial or twitterobsession… it all boils down to the same thing. Love. It is a high that cannot be recreated with a chemical substance; meaning you cannot create a ‘love pill’ to feel the way you felt when you were first in love. You have to actually go through the motions in order to recieve your reward.
Love, as hard as it is… and as much as it sucks sometimes to fight for that love… Is the most rewarding feeling in the fucking world.
Oh and pee ess: I am not saying that the 2 totally hypothetical and generally specific friends above are in love. What I am saying is that to feel twitterpated can lead to love… and sometimes is mistaken for love… when really it is the high from finding someone to share a moment in your life with.
Like I hypothetically reminded each of them today… and I hope that some of you reading will take into consideration if it related/s to you at some point in your life is … the most important thing in the world is to remember that you cannot control the outcome of love… in any of its forms. You absolutely have to throw your hands up and allow what is meant to be to naturally take its course.
Because every heart-print is a lesson.
Have you learned any love-lessons recently, or know anyone who has?
What does being twitterpated mean to you? Are you twitterpated? What kind of twitterpated are you?
(If a bitch dares to mention that fucking WEBSITE ON MY BLOG…)
Do you have any hypothetical and generally specific friends that are going through something like this? What kind of twitterpated are they?
Tags: dating, girlfriend, hypothetical, love, making love, new relationship, Relationships, Sex, twitterpated
How To Make Strawberry Lemonade
Dec 21, 2008 Relationships, Sex, Thoughts and Perceptions
Sometimes the littlest happening can make the biggest difference. When you know that you love someone, it is hard to accept the fact that you are in a rut/dry spell. It is even harder to figure out that balance to bunker down and work through it, while still keeping all of your life’s balls in the air.
I have noticed our rut. He noticed it too. It made for silly disagreements over the smallest things, and tension between us. In truth, we have been in a romantic rut for several months. But with life/kids/work/school/stress/money….. just jumping back into the romance and spontaneity that is common between 10+ years of our lives together is not the easiest thing to do.
This Christmas, D and I decided to combine our gift budget and plan something to do together. I wanted spa, he wanted good food… we both wanted a whole night of no kids. Done, Done and motherfucking Done. I woke up Saturday morning to snow flurries and possible 90 mph winds. Great. I also woke up to no package on my doorstep after 3 calls and 2 manager escalations with F-UPS. All 3 promised me that my package with my sexy lingerie was 100% guraranteed to be delivered before 12AM on Saturday morning like I paid extra for. Boo. I called the spa to just double check our appt time. On their answering machine it stated that they had closed due to projected bad weather conditions. Did they call and let me know? Uhm No. So if I hadnt called.. . . we would have driven there to a sign on the door. And would have been screwed.
*insert many cusswords*
After I threw a tantrum, I decided to search high and low for an affordable and similar spa experience. After weeding through the bullshit, I found an extremely nice woman who was kind enough to hear my sob story. In my teary state, I explained to her the happenings vs. the plans. She found a way to squeeze us in between appointments for a 3o minute massage and 30 minute peppermint body scrub. Yay! This left me seething about my package. So my friend Lisa and I fly as fast as we could to the shipping center to try to get it. Ri i i ght. There were 30 people in front of us, and 1 person working. We stood there for 10 minutes while we watched poor soul after poor soul get sent away because the dumbshits at F-UPS ‘couldnt find their packages’.
What is the point of a motherfucking tracking number?
With less than 2 hours to spare before our appointment, we decided to bag that idea and search for something similar. As much as I didnt want to spend more money on something I had already purchased, my plans were to give D a special treat… and I didnt want that to not happen. So I found a sexy black satin robe. It was a short one, and it looked really good with the stockings and shoes. I was happy (er) than before.
The spa was amazing. They treated us so well, and took extra care in making our first spa experience an amazing one. We will be visiting them again in the near future. D did not pre-absorb the nude aspect of the body scrub, and was totally uncomfortable and nervous at first. HAH. Even the estitition said that she wouldnt recommend the body scrub for the first spa visit… HAH! D is super brave.
The hotel was even better. Taking the weather into consideration, we almost didnt make it. We were gonna just stay home. But I was really set on spending this time with D. Especially considering the fact that I had driven to the ends of the earth to get this damn sexy attire together last minute. Yep. I was willing to risk the blizzard so I could seduce my husband. What a wonderful wife I am. 
We checked in, got a free upgrade to a suite, (thanks Ruben!) and headed down to the hotel restaurant to have dinner. The food was spectacular. I was concerned because the menu was so small… but they did a kick ass job.
It took me practically begging D to go down to the bar to get a wine opener so that I could do a quick change into my outfit. I plugged up my ipod (cause you know I pre-made a slow jam playlist) and lit some candles, turning off all the lights. When he opened the door, there I was perched with my sexy stockings and shoes. He was beaming from ear to ear. After we *m a d e * l o v e*, I told him about the whole fiasco with F-UPS and the lengths I went to to pull it off. Needless to say, it was greatly appreciated.
The rest of the night was spent naked in bed while we talked and touched and just were. Together. We were probably asleep before midnight. We woke up making love. We ate breakfast and then made love. When I say ‘made love’ I dont necessarily mean the sex part either. Just loving him is making love in my eyes. As important as the sexual relationship is to the both of us, our marriage is more than that.
Not only did this kickstart our sex again… It lit a flame under our heart connection. We desperately needed that.
Life’s lemons and our love made some amazing strawberry lemonade.
I hope that you take a sip of ours, and figure out how to make some of your own.
Have you ever had to make plans work, even when all signs pointed to the plans not being meant to happen?
What kind of lemonade do you make when life hands you lemons?
Other than sex, what is another way that you ‘make-love’ with your partner?
Tags: date night, lingerie, making love, romance, rut, Sex, strawberry lemonade, ups, when life gives you lemons
Missionary Misconceptions.
Oct 29, 2008 Friendship, I Forgot to Tag, Parenting, Relationships, Sex, Thoughts and Perceptions
Being that I am not having as much sex as my throbbing (i.e. screaming profanities at me) clitoris would like me to be having, I am pondering all things sexual in nature that much more than I do normally.
Like the discussion of positions in my myspace blog from yesterday. I think it is interesting that the ratio between women who like doggy-style and reverse cow-girl was almost 50/50. Some put them both down as equally favorite for similar reasons.
Missionary was not on anyone’s list. I think that is interesting because I personally enjoy missionary. Not because I am a ‘dead lay’ but because there are so many things you can do in the missionary position.
Addendum’s to the position if you will. Yeah, I went there.
For instance, I like to push my ankles as far behind my ears as possible when on my back. This position works well for anal pleasure… as well as vaginal penetration. The depth you can conquer doing this is by far (to me anyway) better than doggystyle, and if you are good enough at multi-tasking, you can see the penetration happen before your eyes. That is a turn on within itself.
Personally, missionary is good for me because I love to make eye contact with D when we are making love. I also love the skin to skin contact when we do it this way. I love the intimate contact; whether it be me kissing him or his neck… or him playing with my breasts. It is intimate and wonderful and the orgasm is that much more intense with the connection behind it. This could also be a similar description when I am on top. But, not reverse.
Another thing that I very much enjoy in this position is fucking him. Dont think it is possible? I disagree. A woman’s pelvis is extremely strong and if used properly, can dominate over a mans movements even in the missionary position. It pays off for the man as well, being that they have a different sensation when being on top and not being the initiator. Grab your partner by their hips or ass, and “stir the coffee”. Move your body beneath the pressure of his body methodically to grind the cock into a pretty intense orgasm.
If you have never experienced it, I would highly recommend trying this one out.
I have also experienced sub-missionary. Have you? Talk about arousing. Try allowing your partner to tie your wrists. This version works best when you have something to tie yourself to rather than tying your wrists together. This allows them to own that position, and your pleasure. Technically, it is the missionary position with a twist. The twist being you losing the control.
Missionary is equally amazing with the persons ass elevated. Pillows, even laying on a high bed, ass to the edge like a gynecologist chair with the man standing pretty much rocks my mother fucking socks off.
In my opinion, missionary is given a boring rap. If you have sworn it off completely due to unrealistic misconceptions… I suggest giving these twists a try. You could re-invent the missionary wheel without even trying. 
Do you have any ‘missionary addedums’?
What is your favorite position and why?
What is your least favorite position and why?
Tags: addendum, anal, arousal, boring sex, doggie-style, intimate connections, making love, misconceptions, missionary, pelvis, penetration, positions, re-invent the wheel, reverse cowgirl, Sex, stir the coffee, sub-missionary
