I said all that to say, ladies, if a man tells you one thing, please believe him. Don’t think that because things are going good, he’s gonna change his mind. You basically signed a contract with him in the beginning, if you decide to try to negotiate the terms midway, be prepared to lose.

I have never been a fan of drama. In high school, I found out that my boyfriend was cheating on me. I called him and calmly asked, “So I heard you’ve been seeing (whatever her name was)”. He said, “Yep”. I said, “So it’s like that?”. He said, “Yep”. I said, “Cool, I’m out”. And like that, I was done. No screaming, no crying and most of all, no drama. If he wanted to be with her, fine, I’d find another dude. And I did. Of course. Scorpios always do. It’s all about confidence, knowing your self worth and not sinking down to the other person’s level.

In my last relationship, my ex was all about the drama. The way he went from girl to girl, always expecting everyone to accept his every whim all screamed drama. He falls in love quickly and loses interest just as quick. Drama. We tried being friends after we broke up (because I do believe a friend is a friend, just because we’re not good romantically doesn’t mean we don’t get along). Everything was great until he got in another relationship, I was pushed to the side immediately. I didn’t take too kindly to that so I called him on it. “I wouldn’t do that to you! You’re like family to me!” Then I don’t hear from him for weeks. Until, they break up. Of course, then he’s right back up in my face wanting to hang out. And I fall for it, because I’m a softie. Until, he has another chick and the same thing happens. This time it’s, “we can’t be friends now. The timing’s bad. I hope you understand.” What? Are you kidding me? I can’t stand people that are like the leaves of a willow tree, going whatever way the wind blows. And since I have my “no drama” policy, I told him how I felt and moved on with my life. Who needs a friend like that anyway?

If you’re in a relationship with a Scorpio, always be honest and true to your feelings, good or bad. We can tell when you’re lying. And trust me, you don’t want to get on our bad side. Some scorpios don’t subscribe to my “no drama” policy!

And it’s not exactly what I want to talk about. I want to talk about what sex means to me. Sex is a feeling. It’s a shared emotion. It’s the feeling of losing oneself in the moment, blocking out the rest of the world and enjoying the here and now. I could very well say that the feeling, when it’s good, is addicting. Makes you want it all the time. The feeling can be so all encompassing that you may do some irrational things in order to get it. I’ve been in that position. Always looking for the bigger orgasm. The best orgasm. And penis size really has nothing to do with it. It’s almost always about how I feel about that person. For example, I was with this dude. He was against my “type” in all ways. Short, not cute, asshole, way too materialistic, a self proclaimed thug. But, I fell for him. Hard. The first time we had sex was almost magical. I was floating. And he didn’t have the biggest dick in the world, even though his ego told him he should wear Magnums (which were baggy!) Nevertheless, the sex was always great. I was on top of my game, using every trick in the book. I had Mr. Thug grabbing the sheets and screaming my name. That is, until I got bored with him. The relationship wasn’t going anywhere and I felt like I was too old to deal with all the drama that went along with being with him. Needless to say, when we had sex again after a few months of hiatus, it was terrible! I felt nothing. Literally and figuratively. That’s how I know I’m getting old. I used to be able to fuck nonchantly, get off and go about my business. Now, not so much. I actually have to like the dude. Go figure.

-J

My place seems too romantic for me to have never had anyone over here or to come visit. If someone were to come over, I imagine I’ll still have the dim lighting with a candle or two lit. I’ll be wearing a very soft jersey romper, probably from American Apparel. We’ll sit on the couch (not thinking about what would happen before this). I’ll have Oren Lavie playing to really get us in the moment. I can’t really get in my mind if my dream person is a man or woman, I’d be happy either way.

We’re making out, we’re touching, we’re hearing each others breathing, we hear Oren, we pause, we start, we touch, clothes start to come off, one person is still while other pleases, hands grasping bodies, but slowly, we hear Oren, we feel warm, we take off more clothes, we switch, someones laying on the couch, someone’s half off the couch, we hear guitar, we get lost in the music, we head to the bed room, I linger a step behind and put the CD on repeat, we fall on the bed like a cloud, we’re tangled in each other, no sex yet, the crisp music is our sound track, we love this feeling, skin on skin, bodies touching, my silky socks still on, kisses on neck it drives me crazy, I bite, you scratch, we switch, we love each other, not past or future just us…here, the music is a part of us, was made for us, for this moment, passion, touching, licking, sex, love, making love, damp skin, soft smells, slow movements, two becoming one, hours…, hours pass, threesome with Oren, we weaken, fall asleep legs and hands clasped.

-K

This was some of the best sex we had ever had. Our usual routine is as follows: He comes in. We exchange pleasantries. Usually he complains about his wife, I say something about my ex. We (or just he, depending on how I feel) smoke a blunt. This particular day, I decided to smoke. Sex is always better for me when I’m a bit intoxicated. I don’t over think every move. After we smoke, we make our way back into my bedroom. Clothes come off and we’re all over each other. I would say he’s the best kisser I’ve been with in a long time. I could kiss him forever and be just fine with no sex. Maybe. Anyway, he’s on top of me, rubbing his dick up and down against my clit. I’m getting wetter and wetter by the second. He tries to make his way inside of me, but is met by a little resistance. It has been three weeks since the last time I had sex. He finally gets inside and to say it felt good would be an understatement. I actually slipped up and told him I missed him, it felt so good. We don’t really go through a lot of different, which is fine with me. I prefer missionary position with as much skin to skin contact as possible. He tends to prefer my legs up on his shoulders so that he can watch himself going in and out. In my favorite position we do, it’s a bit of a modified missionary, he’s on top of my, but instead of both legs inside mine, he puts one on the outside. That positions his penis right on top of my clit and the feeling is amazing. He doesn’t even have to do any work. I’ll take of it all myself. I was so pent up, the climax was ridiculous. My dog was on the other side of the door barking because of all the noise I was making. I immediately wanted to go to sleep. I couldn’t even form coherent sentences. That’s the best orgasm ever. Too bad it didn’t happen that way this morning.

I started masturbating when I was about 8 or 9, I don’t know if that’s too young or not. But, I did it a lot and have till this day. There were random occasions when I stuck things inside myself but most the time, then and now, it’s all outside touching. I don’t even know if many people do it like I do, but I do what works and I’ll try to explain it in the best way.

To start with most the time I’m fully clothed, I like to be really warm and I’m usually under the covers. Then, I take my hand, hands, or a balled up shirt, ect and put under my pelvic area to create pressure. I’ll try to describe the area where I press. You know when you have to use the bathroom really bad…and there’s this spot you can press between your stomach and you pelvic area that if someone were to push it real hard you just know you would pee right there? Well that’s where I put my hand or the pillow. Then I begin to move my hips and just play around by contracting my kegal (I think) muscles. Then, Wa-Laa I cum sooner or later.

I don’t use toys but last week I found this little vibrator toy one of my friends gave me a while back. I placed it outside my underwear then added my usual balled up shirt, it felt great! Every day after that I think it’s pretty safe to say I masturbated with it well, until it died but it was still a really good sessions. I’ll probably throw it in a drawer and forget about it for a while then come across it one day and buy more batteries.

I’d be interested to know if anybody else touches themselves like I do. I think it started this way because when I was young I used to play under my bed a lot, read, dolls, everything, it was real fun to me. One day when I was climbing from under the bed my pelvis was pushed against the floor and it felt good and it really just developed from there.

-K

I asked to use the bathroom which was pretty dirty, I don’t know how those students could live in those apartments. The bathroom door stuck a little when I walked out and I heard hm run to the door and open it for me. He gave me the money and we headed back to the room. He asked to undress me, so he did (it took a real long time). Instead of pulling my shirt up over my head he decided to unbutton every single button then pull everything down instead of over my head. He stripped his clothes off and I could immediately smell him, it just smelled like stink, it was weird. He asked to suck on my boobs, I let him but it was more like he was trying to eat my boobs. So, I had to stop him and tell him to calm down with that. He asked to eat me out and to kiss, I declined both (especially the way he was smelling!).

He wanted me to get him hard to put the condom on so I started rubbing and stroking his penis. Then, about a minute later he said that was good and he asked me to put the condom on. I looked at his still limp penis a little confused but he wanted the condom on so I struggled but successfully put a condom on a limp penis. He wanted to do doggie style, tried to do something resembling putting his penis in then said he wanted me on my back. He switched back and forth between rubbing up against me and sucking on my nipples. He said he wanted to last the whole time so I though maybe he knew he wasn’t getting inside of me, or maybe that the candid camera crew was about to jump out the closet.

He wanted me to get on top after he clumsily laid on his back. His penis was still limp and his twin floppy bed a little awkward so I was hovering over him moving at first. Beside my legs I actually made very little body contact with him. He grabbed my boobs so I just started moving my hips slowly over him. He wasn’t making any noises or anything but I kept on putting the show on for him. I was thinking about what was wrong with him or that this had to be a joke, I wondered if he could even feel anything down there. But he held on to my boobs and I just moved along with him. Things slowly stopped, I didn’t even know he had cum. I got up and there was his limp penis still laying there wet with cum and the condom flopped to the side.

If only my job was always this easy. The whole experience took about ten minutes and or pelvic areas weren’t even rubbing on each other. He was making some small talk while I got dressed and he put on a new pair of underwear out of his drawer. He kept asking what college I went too not taking no answer for an answer so I told him a community college. He was 23 a junior or senior History major, he thought I was 21.

It was a weird experience but not the first time I’ve had an experience like this. The guy isn’t inside me at all but he acts like he is. I never correct anyone because I get paid if we actually have sex or not. I don’t know if they can’t feel it, no one ever taught them about sex or what.

-K

The town was about an hour away for me, through the mountains and everything. I arrived at the waffle house and decided to call, even though I hate doing it, so I blocked my number of course. He was still at home…which made me frustrated but he said he would be there in about 45 minutes, he asked me what kind of car I was driving. I didn’t really think he needed to know that, so I told him I’m pretty sure I’d already be inside when he showed up. I went across the street to the Wal-mart to waste valuable time. I made a circle around the wal-mart then went to the empty waffle house.

I ordered an orange juice and sat about 15 minutes. Then of course what happens in this incredibly small town at 2am, people just start rolling in. It made me real nervous, I new I stood out in this town and among these rednecks. From the sounds of the guy on the phone I knew he was on the older side. What would you think of you and your redneck friends were in a waffle house and a black woman was sitting waiting for some old white guy. I never got over my nervousness in the waffle house. It seemed like more and more rednecks zoomed into the parking lot in their pick up trucks glaring at me.

There were so many people walking around me I stopped looking for him, then finally a guy walked up, acting very suspicious of course asking if I was who he was supposed to meet. He sat down and repeated everything he said on the phone about not thinking I was coming. He ordered a coffee, I ordered strawberry waffles, which I didn’t like. I though it would just be strawberries over waffles but it was just that sugary strawberry droplets inside.

As I neared the end of my waffle he talked about now going some place else. I saw it coming but I wish he would have just said that instead of he wanted someone to talk to. Now he starts trying to talk about the details at a table surrounded by people, so I’m being real general and saying we can talk about it when we get outside.

There were so many eyes on us in a waffle house full of drunk rednecks. One of the women even recognized him when he went up to pay and the waitress seemed to know him real well. The divorced guy talked about how he was just tired of white women, oh and their games. He had been married twice, both of them he said changed drastically after they got married. He said he’s always had a thing for black women and he said it appears to him they are real loyal to someone they are with.

We decided to go to his wifes’ townhouse actually, it was in the process of being sold but no one was there. The place was 20 minutes away but also in the direction of me going home. I drove myself of course. Let me tell you the ride up the mountain to where this place was, was so scary. The town house was on a resort at the top of this mountain and a couple of the roads clearly had nothing done to them since the last time it snowed.

Icy, hilly, narrow roads, some overlooking cliffs. It aggravated me greatly but I made the trip both ways safely. We got to the cold house and went in, I took off my clothes except my bra and panties and curled up under the covers. He was downstairs checking the pipes and turning the heat on. He came upstairs, stripped and cuddled up beside me naked warming me up.

I asked him what h wanted me to do and he wanted me to give him head. I started and after a few seconds he said he wanted head the whole time. When he got in the bed his penis was tiny but once he was hard it was real nice I guess the cold does cause shrinkage, lol.

Once it got hard and he said he wanted head the whole time I was a little disappointed, I would’ve loved to feel him inside of me. His penis was think and long, said he was on medication that might cause problems but I saw no signs of that. I think the whole experience excited him, even just thinking about it. He went back and forth from watching me and just seeing my head go up and down underneath the covers. Every once in a while he’d tell me exactly what he wanted me to do, like “use two hands”, or “take it all” I was sucking his dick for a long time, had to be half an hour at least. He came and wanted to cuddle for a couple of seconds.

I was laying there thinking about how I was going to get out the icy driveway without sliding down this hilly driveway that was right next to it. Besides all my time he wasted, this guy was decent, if he contacts me again though, I’d really like to feel him inside of me.

-K

This guy, we’ll call him the ford guy because he worked at the ford dealership as a mechanic. He contacted me and he said he wanted to do a date type thing then see where it goes from there. He asked me to pick him up which I though was really weird, the first sign that he was really slow. I tried talking him into just meeting me at where he wanted to go but he insisted. I picked him up and we went to this small bar/tavern.

We had decent meal, he was the kind of guy that was overly nice, to the point of being suspicious even. He kept on saying I could get anything I wanted…which I already did, kept on saying I could get a drink which I really didn’t want. I ended up getting one anyway, it taste like crap.

After we ate he began to ask lots of questions like why I was doing this, and did I have a boyfriend, and did I want one. He had this long conversation about wanting to date me and he’d take care of me financially. I was just hoping he wasn’t on drugs. He kept on saying that we didn’t have to do anything sexual, but he also kept saying he wanted to still hang out with me. It was 9pm and everything else in the town was clearly closed, so I quickly figured out he did want to do something.

He wouldn’t tell me what or where or how much he was willing to spend which was real frustrating. Somehow we came up with the idea of getting a hotel suite and chilling in the hot tub while watching a movie, I agreed. So, finally after I took him to the grocery store for beer and cigarettes, we arrived at the hotel. I said I wasn’t getting out until we came to an agreement on price.

For some reason he just would not say what he wanted. I got out of him that he wanted to spend the whole night with him. I didn’t like the idea of not being in my own bed (pile of covers on the floor) at the end of the night. I gave him a price, a very high price and he agreed, I was shocked.

We went up to the room where he ended up being $40 short but it was still a lot of money. We couldn’t see the tv from the tub but I kind of figured that. He started running the jaccuzzi tub asking me every five seconds if the water was okay. He asked me to bring the beers to the bathroom. I slowly got undressed and climbed in the tub with him. The water was hot so it took a while for me to settle in.

Once I did I was just relaxing in the tub while he rubbed my legs. It was nice beside all the flies in the ceiling. We went back and forth giving each other massages and drinking beers, but I wasn’t buzzed. He wanted to get real close to me in the tub saying he didn’t want to have sex with me because he’d be taking advantage. I said that was fine…but then he kept on repeating it so I knew that’s not what he meant. He asked me if I’d a boyfriend, I said no…but I don’t think that’s what he wanted to hear because he asked me a couple more times.

I started to get super pruney so I got out, he followed me and finally we were in the bed. I thought the sex was going to be horrible but surprisingly it wasn’t. The only thing I didn’t like is him repeatedly trying to kiss me. He didn’t want any oral sex so we just kind of jumped in. His penis was long and skinny, he wanted to be on top. The sex was just how I like it, bodies real close together and lots of skin on skin contact.

He went at a slow pace and slid his hands under my butt to lift me up a little bit which was amazing. I was thinking to myself how could the sex with someone so annoying be so good. This went on for about 15 minutes when we switched to doggie style. Missionary felt good but no one wants to be like that all night, and it would stop him from trying to kiss me. He finally finished, and drank another beer, then more of his weirdness came out. When we were in the tub he told me he had a certain amount of tattoos, he said I couldn’t see one of them. So, I assumed it was on his butt or something but it turned out to be nothing. I just though it was weird he mad this big deal about having another tattoo that wasn’t there.

He was almost asleep then he started talking about how he wanted to wake up in the morning and do it again, and I hat having sex in the morning. I somehow talked him into having sex again right then, it was good, not amazing but still good. I went to the bathroom and when I came back he was definitely knocked out and snoring.

I decided that I would leave even though he paid for me to stay the whole night. I started to put my clothes back on and spotted his wallet across the room. I went through it and saw he had a couple more bills that I really wanted to take for having to drive him and everything. I decided to wait till I left in case he woke up. I stretched out on the couch and watched some tv while I messaged a few friends…then I started looking at the bed, the large soft bed calling me, much different than my pile of covers waiting for me at home.

I reluctantly abandoned my plans of leaving him at the hotel for his mom to pick up in the morning and slept in the huge bed. At some point in the early morning he rolled his boney body next to mine and cuddled with me. He began to talk to me about how much he wanted me to be his girlfriend. I went to the bathroom and when I came back he returned to his side of the bed. I slept for another hour then decided I wanted to get out there. After getting a grown man up and out of bed, and drove him back to his house I finally returned home. How a mechanic can afford what he paid I have no idea. But I’m definitely not complaining.

-K

We went through rules and likes and dislikes then he started asking what I wanted to do or what did I want to start out with. Things like that annoy me. Sex chat line is not the service I provide and they aren’t paying for that. I’m trying to take my shower and head out the door, especially since he lives an hour away, and he’s texting me every few seconds.

I’m getting ready to leave and I ask him if he has condoms, he says he wants me to get some, which is fine, I guess I needed some more anyway. I couldn’t see too much but, from the lights I saw and cliffs I was driving on, I bet the way up would been real pretty in the day time. I checked what elevation I was at and the highest I got was 2,800 ft above sea level! I thought that was interesting.

I kind of had to pee, but, sex actually feels really good to me when I have to use the bathroom and every once in a while I’ll get an orgasm out of it. I find the place pretty easy. He said he lived in a town house, but it pretty much looked like an apartment to me. What’s the difference anyway?

I turned my lights off and parked then sent him an e-mail. I wait… and wait… then send him the e-mail again. I was a little frustrated since it had only been five minutes since he e-mailed me, I figured he was in the shower or something. It’s usually the guys that e-mail you every five seconds that take forever to open the door cause they were “taking a shower” or something.

I send him another e-mail saying I’m there. I wait… and wait… and wait some more and at this point I’m freezing cold. I tell him I’m leaving, then drive down the street. I was really trying to go to the gas station to use the bathroom but it was closed. At this point, I start talking to J about how frustrated I’m getting. After about another 20 minutes he e-mails me back and says his computer froze. I say okay, just give me your apartment number. I get no response for another ten minutes.

So I come up with the plan to pee in front of his door, it was the only way I could retaliate, but I wasn’t sure which door was his. I get an e-mail from him saying he’s sorry, so I respond if you just give me your apartment number we can do this. I would have asked him his number before but when he said town house I didn’t think of it. I really felt he was trying to BS me so I decided to pee in a bottle and throw it over his door. This plan ended when all the bottles I had in my car had frozen water in them. I drove back to his building and backed in with all my lights off. I left my car so I could see it but I could drive away real fast if he opened the door. There was only one apartment with their lights on so I figured that had to be it. I tip toed up the stairs and felt real nervous, peeing in such a well lit area. Then I saw some running shoes with a little mud on them. They looked like guys shoes but, then I looked up and saw wind chimes. I thought for a split second the apartment might not be his but, he wouldn’t be the weirdest guy I ever saw that had wind chimes.

I felt real exposed on the balcony so I snuck the shoes downstairs and around the corner to the trash cans. I pulled down my jeans and my pink ruffle thong and proceeded to start peeing on the shoes. I was holding it for a long time… so you can imagine how long I was peeing on the shoes. I thought I’d never stop peeing! I made the most of it though, filling the shoes all on the inside, then soaking the outside, being careful to leave dry spots so I could pick them up. I finally finished and tip toed the soaking, dripping shoes back up the stairs then tip toed back noticing the occasional drip of pee on the sidewalk.

I got to the car and saw that he still hadn’t e-mailed me back. I sent him an angry e-mail and left. I told him thanks for wasting my time and not to contact me again. 20 minutes after I left, he e-mails saying he’s sorry and I respond by telling him he had lots of opportunities to tell me his door number, and how long did he really expect for me to wait out in the cold. I felt real good about peeing in his shoes and since the temp is 14 degrees I’m pretty confident it will be frozen by morning.

So I’m telling him what he should have done and he says well he’s outside now and he would still like to do something. I tell him I’m already on my way home and I have another 45 minutes to drive. I found it real funny that all evening and after his computer was just fine but when I was outside his place it kept freezing.

I told him it wasn’t worth my while at that point to come back. He sent about two more e-mails apologizing and that he wants it to work, then he tells me his apartment number. I don’t respond to the last e-mail he sent saying he’d pay me an extra $25, smh. Still not worth it. I wish I could have laughed in his face. BS like that would need 50′s or 100′s for me to turn back around.

But… I think I peed in the wrong persons’ shoes. He said he was apartment 3 but I peed on apartment 4′z shoes… so, for that I apologize. Was this guy telling the truth? Guess I’ll never know. I do believe everything happens for a reason, so who knows? He could have been the ugliest craziest freak (not in a good way) in the world. I’m glad to be back home in my own bed.

-K