Sexy Saturday [09.12.23] 18+ Adults XXX!
FIRST POST Introduction to my very (un)sexy world at the moment (writing)! XXX
Introduction
It’s been a while since I finally hung up my fishnet bodystockings and laid down the lubes for a life less lived focusing on as much as I could get. I wouldn’t expect anything less from a dusty forty year old, just let's not forget that I am one of those crows who measured connectedness, love, comfort and happiness on how good the orgasm or the best head I’d given yet so to speak. I found love in a hopeless place. I sought acceptance through my sex game from ages (too young to tell the truth so) teens to twenties.
My internal ‘salary’ was satisfied by the spread of my legs. It was all the connection I could get that would register in my head. Made me feel better than I actually did. I could not give love. I didn’t know anything of such absurdity. I paid my dues in cum and lust. I only touched one thing and that was the one thing I yearned for so much. Cock (and the occasional juicy pair of real boobs, big natural, even saggy, TITS.)
Bar-lessly Honest Mini Background Bio
I’m not and never have been a very affectionate or touchy feely person, touchy in another sense, yes! But I am far from tactile even as an ex-self-proclaimed- sex-addict. I have an underlying mental health condition - “what another one?”, you ask. Well, YES yes yes yes.. Hypersexuality - it comes with the territory of other disorders and historical neglect. (just me getting in the mood for the rest of this essay). I am, so it appears to be, an utter fucking hypochondriac- demic -twat, with a now subdued or diminished sense of sexuality, as opposed to my overly exposed libido (and an unconfirmed hypochondriac I guess! only half joking). My partner says that all Schizophrenics and “Mental Heads” love sex like I do. Even when stressed out. “Normal people” when stressed go off sex - you Chasey just want it more then! However, my hypersexuality condition is under control at the moment with the likes of conversation and mood killer moments such as this:
ME: Fancy A Shag DArrrrrliiiing..?
HIM: Urrrm… NO! I mean, Maybe later luv….
ME: Ok, I’ll go put the kettle on… ☹️
ALSO ME: lifts up my dress and rubs pussy against the angry washing machine! 😛
WTF IS THIS CHASEY!?
This column ( she says pretending like I’m writing for a magazine, a newspaper, something important other than just for me (and of course for you!). It’s exactly what I need to do to even begin and try to succeed. I wish to rediscover my sexuality. It’s straight now, at a push heteroflexible. Ok, now we know. I’m done. Byeee!
Hahaha Oh! Look at me, I’m so much fun. He-fucking-he…. What you see here are my nerves shining through. I wish it was that easy for me to do this. I chose this SEXY SATURDAY to sort of test myself and I’m not complaining about my semi-sexless relationship because it kinda suits me fine these days. I would really like to step back into my sexuality and explore erotic writing..(not in the story-telling way - I can’t do fiction and I’ll be fucked if I know exactly how to do erotic creative non-fiction) but remember that line erotic creative non-fiction. That’s what I intend, at this stage in the game, to do with your The Daily Chase - Saturday’s publication slot. I’m still gonna make it hot - if all else fails I can call upon my past for a lot.
Please don’t despair. It’ll be OK I swear - it may not be in this post but I’ll get us there.
Why the fuck are you writing about sex?
I’ll answer this the way that I once retorted, to a cocky fantasy writer who had kicked me out of their Facebook writer’s group a long time ago now (I was removed well, ...because, I was mostly likely to have been being a cocky ‘wannabe’ writer! ) that, as a comeback to them spraying their venom in my face about how she is the best at writing erotic fantasy! - “Yeah, those who write about sex are usually the ones who aren’t getting any!”. Ba-bum! Grrr.. the fact that I thought it was quite true at the time is a tincey-wincey bit embarrassing. I was trying to be cruel. I'm not lying and you’ll see why I was a bit triggered… “I AM a Popular Author (capital P. capital A) and I HAVE GOT (*shouts at me*) fourteen novels…, What Have You Got???”, she texted (proud as a dog with two dicks no doubt!).... Ooooh Shots Fired! I saw so, a split second later, I fired back my one word cut off ‘shot’......... “Taste”.
What I am Doing Here!?
Now, I’m back in the paddling pool, dipping my toes back into that rude, crude place where I had no place. I’m a bit long in the tooth for armband strides of erotic prose and writing about the sex that I’m NOT having, or the shit that I once slated. I feel foolish in more ways than one. The fact that I came back to the pool of my own accord without being dragged kicking and screaming says something about my OTHER condition. I have an ultra strong case of dontgiveafuckawriters. (It sounds right when you say it inside your brain, as opposed to how it looks on the page. Just to reiterate: I am writing about sex even though, and maybe because, I am not getting much of it - if any! I always want to stretch open my writing legs..and explore my unused cont(s)extual capabilities. I killed that little analogy but you get me.
Who didn’t get me? Let’s talk about my TURN OFFS.
THEN:
Small Dicks
Bi Guys
Straight women
Romantics
Anyone in other sexual relationships
NOW:
Big Dicks
Women
Threesoms
Pussy Lickers
Bi Guys
Anyone in other sexual relationships
I’m so boring! These contradict my TURN ONS.
THEN:
Pussy Lickers
Bi People
Straight women
Romantics (!?!?!?)
Male Slags
Repeaters
Pre-cum
NOW:
Pretty much the exact opposites (we’ll explore this stuff in a bit - if not today then as a whole - later) . This next music video is so lame and cliche but it fits. Shows my age and imitates my tongue-in-cheek ‘TASTE’! and there was me saying I had it.
Let’s Talk About Sex
I remember being approached by a guy who I had been dating on and off. He wanted me to perform in a couple’s swap. He was a swinger of sorts (which contradicts my turn offs) however, he was young enough 28 to my own age of 18 which made what we were doing, more fun and more palatable for me to swallow what we were in fact doing. The other couple were as young and as old as we were. I think the girl was a little bit older than us, early thirties probably but she looked our age. Her partner wanted her to fuck me but she wasn’t into it. I played my part well, mostly playing up to the camera for the guy behind the video recorder. We had mobile phones in them days and everything, don’t get me wrong, we weren’t hiding under the black canvas hood of a wooden bird box type camera or anything. There was no puff of smoke producing a monochrome video or anything but this was a professional video camcorder thing that he rested against one shoulder as he looked down the long trunk of a scope.
I couldn’t wait to blow him off. His cock was a beaming rod of rock bursting from his boxers, it looked to me to be a lot bigger than the one I’d partnered up with. I licked her big pink nipples cupping the plump pound of flesh in my palms and teased until she tilted her head back, pretending to relax. I knew she wasn’t remotely bisexual and was probably only doing this for her fella and the camera maybe, but I also knew that I was doing everything I was good at and was getting it right! My tongue and touch was certainly doing something. I felt her wet fluffy pussy breathing hot onto my hand - like a hungry horse it tried sucking me for more of the same! Oh! ME SO HORNY - OH! OH! OH!
I wasn’t particularly turned on with this girl but I was infatuated with myself. I turned myself on. I felt my own body reacting to the situation and what was tasting so I closed my eyes this time. Pretended I was pleasuring a hardened lesbian who wasn’t shy, looked like a guy and would let me fuck her like a female ought to be fucked! Hard! Backseat-Barbie on the other hand, had left her thanks right there as she gulped invisible shame, her eyes remained closed as she opened her legs wide. Her gleaming pussy juice on my fingers smelt divine as I swiped a little down the middle of her body from the nape of her neck to her navel then sucked the rest while side-eyeing the cameraman’s cock coming closer. I felt like the world was watching me and I loved it too. Fantasising about ex’s and porn stars and work colleagues. Horny!
Trying to be the best performer and attempting to seduce a stiff jealous party-pooper. Imagining I was every inch the upcoming porn star - the only quiet dream ambition that had ever floated through my mind at that time - on more than this occasion! I loved the way my body looked apart from the androgynous front -no tits. My arse was perfect and so it should have been the amount of hours I’d put in at the gym. Effortless though. I lived at the gym so that I didn’t have to go home to an empty boring home and open yet another new bottle of Jack Daniels alone. If it hadn’t been for my fitness addiction it would have been an alcohol addiction for me. No two ways about it. We were tucking into our second bottle of Remy Martin after starting with a cute iced up Baileys and waiting to the finish with the Dom Perignon still chilling in the fridge (the one in the kitchen behind us not the one riding my face like she’s scratching her minge through the pocket in her blue jeans!) Hitting it with humming “Forever In Blue Jeans!”
I’m not taking the piss but this girl was stiff and not in a good way. Her clit was cute but tiny and even then I had an appetite for the more chewed up hubba-bubba gum shaped designs. I liked a bit of battered clit on the side. ;-) We will talk more next time.
POEM by Anonymous
Passion holds my heart's desire,
Lust, and ravage, light my fire.
Lovers embrace in twilight's choir,
Songs echo to the tops of spires...
It starts off with a simple kiss,
Lips merge and do not miss.
Lungs expand in breathing hiss,
Hands tremble, you want this.
Tongues entwined in moaning dance,
This is it, our wanton chance.
Loins on fire within our pants,
Physical needs do now advance.
Arms tangle as they explore,
Passion climbs a little more.
Buttons pop, one through four,
Shirts fly, and hit the floor.
Chests bare, as they titillate,
Pressed together, increase heart rate.
Bodily needs can no longer wait,
Hormonal urges to procreate.
Zippers fumbled with shaky hands,
The hour glass slows it's timing sands.
Naked flesh that now understands,
How it must meet it's demands.
With lust at an all time high,
No stopping now, you must comply.
You have the needs of my supply,
Let me slip into your thighs.
We two souls become as one,
Hearts race from the starting gun.
Like fire thrown from the desert sun,
Dirty deeds have just begun.
Down our bodies, the sweat pours,
A rhythm wild, my piston bores.
Silence broken, with animal roars.
Time stops, pulses soars.
Take it hard, take it fast,
It won't be long, I'll try to last.
Loins slapping, needs amassed,
This spell we're under, our bodies cast.
The time has come to release my seed,
This I must, it is my need.
Take me deep, I must concede,
There's nothing left, to impede.
A final thrust, I must eject,
As spirits fly, and we connect.
In your womb, I do affect,
Tiny tails, left unchecked.
Exhausted from our hours of bliss,
Loving tenderness now in our kiss.
Attention to you I won't dismiss,
Our passionate moment, we reminisce.
As I stare, I must confess,
Hair entangled, we're quite the mess.
A new found joy, we coalesce,
Lover's embrace, a soft finesse.
