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All of these may not be uncommon, but they were bright and new to me and made my eyes shine and my love sing. Or, in a very crude way, well, these things have made me come.

1. Back Massage. I have melted when a lover put me bottom up on the floor, introduced himself on me from behind and massaged my back on the same rhythm he moved.
2. Upside Down. We were making love on the edge of the bed, I had my head back over the rim while he pumped hard and I couldn’t avoid sliding out of the bed while he was upright and just adjusted to my movement. At a certain point there was not enough bed under me to keep me horizontal, my back fell over the rim while my head reached the floor… he did not stop! I was upside down, bum in the air, with him standing and moving, and moving, and moving, and coming…
3. Horizontal Dancing. I once dated a dancer and we were fucking by our favourite songs. When the music stop my lover stoped on top of me, he was frozen just smiling. Then another song started and he started to move with it, but not only moved, he danced it, I can hardly explain, but he was dancing with his dick, following the exact movements of that particular dance. Amazing!
4. The Frog. I am not sure if this is a known sexual position and I am just naive. The thing is that it never failed to get me to see stars. The start of it is the most traditional way, guy on top, he enters the woman, but then, without moving out, he makes you close your legs, stretched out, while he moves his legs around you. And he ends like a frog around your legs, inside you and you feel compressed around the penis… extasiating, literally!
5. Iced tongue. I have no idea how he did it but he would take ice in his mouth and with huge ability juggle me and the ice, one around the other. Me as in my mouth, going down my breasts, belly and pussy… such a refreshing idea!
6. Plus a finger: outrageous! This lover had a big package, I felt it was an abuse when he introduced his equipment plus a finger inside me! I just looked at him thinking: how come??? Well, that is exactly what happened… I came.
7. Banana with banana flavoured condom. I’ve never done fruits or vegetables before, but when he arrived with a banana wrapped in a banana flavoured condom I couldn’t stop laughing. He took the chance that I was distracted and the play started… and so my laugh stopped.
8. Against the wall. It was the first time someone said to me: sit on my mouth. And so I did, with myself against the wall and my pussy against his lips. I believe my fingernails have made some irremovable marks on that wall.
9. Minty things. Powerful strong mints are known as great things to give you the shivers wile receiving head. Now I know it is not a myth. With a soft blow I was undone. The second and funnier idea, with things you have at home is to ask your lover to use mouthwash and then suck you silly! The sensation is softer but still delicious!
10. Me, me, me… I was holding myself on the bathroom tap, being fucked from behind, lost in my own pleasurable world, climbing the Everest of sensations, when my lover asked me to look in the mirror. What I saw was myself as I haven’t seen before or since, my pupils dilated, my face showing love and pleasure, my cheeks flushed, my mouth full from kisses… my hear in a complete disarray. I have never felt so sensual. An image never to be forgotten, a pleasure never to be forgiven.

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I was talking to a friend of mine who was telling me about this gorgeously fit man she met. As she has a boyfriend he promised to introduce me to him. That night I had a dream where I was in trouble.

I dreamt I was an actress, that I was playing the part of a mother to a son. The son was an extremely handsome man, with a super fit body that I had to put some sunscreen on. I remember vividly putting the cream on his amazingly well shaped legs and that is when I lost it. I started laughing and laughing because my thoughts were far from a mother to son’s thoughts, and the real thoughts we being clearly displayed in my expression.

I remember the lusty feeling and that as soon as the camera stopped rolling I told everyone in the set: HE IS NOT MY SON IN REALITY.

Everyone laughed and understood my dilemma. It was funny, although I have dated a few younger men than me, this one looked about my age.

I woke up laughing. It is interesting how the small things from your day life sieve through to your subconscious mind and invade your dreams…

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I’ve been going out to nightclubs and I am being seriously beaten by the easy girls…

I don’t drink much, don’t really like it, so by the late night/early morning I am hopelessly sober and I’m about the only person that can claim such a state, apart from the working crew. I usually like one guy specifically and I look, smile and dance for the guy, calmly waiting for him to make a move. I like to be chased, conquered, and would feel appreciated if the guy came to me.

That is when the “other girls” are beating me. By the time of the night when I’m expecting something to happen, everyone is walking in a diagonal axis: people have so much alcohol in their blood stream that no-one can stand up straight. So “some girl” gets in front of this guy I have been oozing all night and who has been looking and drooling at me too. She starts dancing, or should I say: flailing without a sole drop of elegancy – and she throws herself at him… and she wins him, at least for the night. I am left standing (straight) dancing my elegant, expert, sexy moves, and still can see The Guy kissing The Girl although he is still looking at me!

I can almost hear the thoughts that are going through his mind: “Am I making a good choice? That one is hot, but this one is easy!” I cannot blame the guys, but I cannot also bring myself to jump to a guy’s neck. I am not that difficult, as soon as someone I like approaches me and shows that he is interested I will kiss him and let the night take us to wherever it takes us… I have hot Latin blood in my veins and cannot resist for long… But I feel that one music is the least resistance I can offer, at least to get a sniff from him, see if there is a connection of any kind, see his smile, look into his drunken eyes…

I have the feeling that a guy that chooses “the other girl” is simply not the one for me. To wake up with no memory of an adventure on the following day doesn’t appeal to me. I like to remember every kiss, every move, to remember the night in detail, cruelly knowing how many times we did it, where and how. What would be the point of giving myself and taking him intensely if I was simply the first girl to throw herself at the guy on the night, feeling he was still looking at the others thinking: “Am I making a good choice? That one is hot, but this one is easy!” What do you think? Am I being stupid for not playing by the rules? To be classy or to be easy, this is the question!

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I’ve been to an “Adult” exposition recently. I got really excited and bought this great new “toy”. It looked fun and funny enough when I was at the booth, all this noise around. The thing moved in strange ways, it bent, it had a rabbit attached to it that vibrated in a hundred ways.

When I got my first free time for enjoyment I decided to check my brand new acquisition.

I put the four batteries it requires and turned it on. The thing did all that I expected, it moved in amazing ways, vibrated the rabbit and even had a red light coming on and off turning the transparent silicone all interesting. What I didn’t expect was the noise.

Added to all the movement it did a whomph, whomph, whomph for the main “body” added to a bzzzz, bzzzz, bzzzz for the rabbit.

Seeing (and hearing!) all that, I couldn’t stop laughing. It took me more than half an hour, on my bed, at candle lights, to start doing something with it, by which time I had cramps on my belly because of how long I was cracking at the thing.

That is when I gave my new toy its new name: Carrousel.

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