DAMN it’s good.

So, Puppy is pretty damn good at sex. And I don’t just mean that he is skillfull at intercourse. I mean that he is experimental and he has very little ego involved in my responses to anything in particular. Let me ‘splain.

In the past two nights he has proven to me why a less experienced partner is a wonderful thing. The vast majority of people that I have been with have had quite a bit of experience and they know what they like. They tend to do what it is that they like pretty much over and over again. This isn’t bad if you happen to like the same thing. Given this type of experience in the past I also tend to have, “I like x, y, and z” and I do that over and over again. I don’t pretend I am any more interesting. I think somewhere early in my sexual experience I had multiple people who really sucked at foreplay so I pretty much decided I didn’t like it much. Lets get to inserting something. I had one partner about a year ago who drove me nuts (in a good way) with hours and hours and hours of foreplay because he always acted like he wasn’t sure he wanted to consumate. That was really my first serious experience with foreplay and if he hadn’t driven me batshit outside of bed that would have been cool to continue experimenting with him for a long time. After him I reverted back to my standard almost non-existent foreplay. Now… Uhm… Yeah. Puppy likes sex toys. I actually have very little experience with having a partner use sex toys on me. Tom would occasionally put my hitachi under me if I was in a hog tie, but that was about it. We tried butt plugs maybe twice and he never used a dildo on me. I’ve had a half dozen or so other experiences on the receiving end but I still feel very inexperienced in that way.

Ok, here comes the factual commentary that may sound like a complaint but it isn’t. Puppy is pretty average in the endowment category and he just can’t pull off marathon sex. There. I’ve said it. Now I will explain why it isn’t a complaint or things that I am upset about. I have had above average–Tom was big enough that when people saw his cock their mouths would sometimes drop in shock–and it wasn’t real fun. It hurt a lot. After years of sex together it still hurt. I am very very happy with average. I’ve also experienced serious marathon sex. After not a terribly long time I just want it to be over. I’m not a marathon sex person for the vast majority of my sexual encounters. I think thirty minutes of penetration is a really really really long time. My bits don’t appreciate it. I’m generally pretty happy with around ten to fifteen minutes. This is about Puppy’s general lasting time. So it’s a great match for about 80% of our sex. Every so often though… Yeah. I want to feel really filled and I want it to go on for a while, until it hurts. I have been telling Puppy this during non-sex times and he very cheerfully volunteers that he has a strap-on with an attachment that will please any size queen, but so far it has never been used.

Well, it was used last night. Last night was a bit weird. I had a bad emotional trigger on my way to the Plough and I was very upset when I got there. Then I dealt with not feeling well physically and feeling very incompetent at the dancing because I just couldn’t process quickly enough to do the moves. Then I talked to my niece on the way home about tutoring today and she hadn’t even started her homework. *sigh* So I came home upset and frustrated and just generally not in a great mood. Puppy really wanted to play though. So we talked and cuddled and sort of moved towards it. We had a few false starts and stops before we really got going. He tied me up and put a gag in me and a blindfold on me and inserted a butt plug and started hurting me some. The hurting me didn’t go terribly well. Intense sensation worked ok, but pain just wasn’t working. Eventually this lead to some really really hot, wonderful sex. When he finished he started untying me and he removed all the accoutrement. I was jump out of my skin frustrated cause I wanted more sex. I didn’t say anything. (I’m horrible about this.) He started asking me what was wrong and I could see his distress growing because it was obvious I wasn’t thrilled about something but he didn’t know what.

After a few minutes of clenching my fists and twitching I finally burst out and said really fast, “I’m not done!!!” He laughed. His face lit up like a candle; it was awesome. He jumped out of bed and said, “Wait here!” He got up and put on the strap-on (He asked if it was ok if he went to the bathroom first. I thought that was hilarious.) and then we went back to lovely, wonderful fucking. This went on for quite a while. I think that most of what made it so very very very good was that he wasn’t so invested in his ego that “he” had to satisfy me. He was perfectly happy to enlist help in order to give me more of what I wanted. I felt good and special and like he thinks I am worth the effort of doing things that may not be as immediately gratifying for him.

Yeah. And I’m out of time so I’m not going to tell you about the night before and the vibrator and butt plug and… damn this boy rocks my world.