Someone asked me to tell them something that would make them blush. That is easy with some people, though I don’t’ think it would be with him. I have been rolling the question around in my head for a few days now, and am still at bit of a loss.
I do things that would make many woman and men blush, shutter and perhaps even gasp–but does my own behavior make me blush? What would make you blush?
There are sexual acts I have not written about here, because they are a bit over the top, but are acts I know damn well many of you would like.
When I was with NYC, we spend many days, and many emails discussing sexuality and determined that nothing should really be off limits that if either one was feeling something or wanted to explore some kink we would. And through that I got my first fisting, and it was pleasurable and not shameful, perhaps I did blush when the mini bus full of tourist got a full on view of the action, but telling you about it does not make me blush.
Would it make you blush if I told you I peed all over NYC? I have been with guys who wanted me to pee on them, but I was never really altogether comfortable with it–or perhaps, not with the act, but with the man. With NYC I felt a freedom, a release of all of me and I felt like fuck it, lets do it. It was not something deliberately planned it just happened. Both times were similar, we had been out all day on the town–flirting, touching, getting finger banged, licked, sucking cock, getting my pussy vibed, drinking and eating, feeling a true connection for the other. My pussy was in a constant state of soak, continually dripping down my thighs. On this particular late day we were full of drink, I had come a few times, I was ready to be fucked, but I had to pee like crazy and the subway vibrations on my cunt were not helping the situation. I told NYC how much I had to pee.
“I want you to pee on me.”
It was simple. Off the subway we tore down the the quick block to the apartment, ripping clothing off along the way. By the time the door shut behind us, we were both damn near naked as we raced to the bathroom. NYC lay in the bathtub while I stood over him and let it all go. It was strong and powerful and probably mostly beer, but it felt so freeing and connecting at the same time.
We did not blush, we relished in it. I may blush when I hit the publish button and whoever reads this reads it. But I don’t think I blush at my own sexual behavior too much.
I blush at simple things….
at my own loneliness
when a man genuinely smiles at me
sexual eye contact
when I am hit on by a woman
when I am getting complimented (not overtly sexually)
when I speak and stumble on my words, because you are there
when you tell me you love me
So, how could I make you blush?
image by Aeric Meredith-Goujon
I’m interested to know all those things you do but not say on here, you can email me if you prefer not say them here
I don’t think any kind of sexual acts will make me blush, it’s always the subtle things, things that would make you fantasise on the person when s/he give you something to imagine
eating a fabulous meal while toe fucking my date across the table would make just about anyone blush. Only really able to do this at a white table cloth restaurant. Otherwise it’s a public show!
wow, I think I would need those few drinks to be that comfortable. I like learning of the boundaries and taboos you shrug off. Glad to know you made it to the tub (I was immediately wondering where else this could possibly take place), and cant wait to hear more. As for me and what makes me blush… that would be giving a private lap dance. I just cant do it, no matter how crazy I can dance in public. Go figure.
When you blush, does it go all the way down?
Mr. Chien: subtlety is the key.
wb: now that sounds like fun as long as you have a nice clean toe. do you a big one?
Topaz: there certainly was a comfort level that I had with him that made it possible and I may never find that again, nor want to.
Oh my god girl, I busted out laughing at the lap dance. I don’t think I would blush but I can never be serious when giving a lap dance. I give the goofiest, clumsy dance ever. But none the less I would still like to see you give one.
Khavren: most definitely. Like a fire.
thank you all for comment on this and not making me blush too much over it.
Wow! Please feel comfortable to share it ALLLLLLL with us! I am encouraged and empowered when I read and experience through you! I am totally comfortable peeing in front of anyone, I usually have the bathroom door open the majority of the time, I think it would just boil down to being asked, I guess. What would really be the difference if it’s “seen” all the time, right?
But like Topaz, I might need a drink or two to feel “good” about doing it! (And I fantasize about lap dances all the time, have a routine and everything in my head, just have never actually performed one!!)
I had a librarian girlfriend once. Fucked her before opening hours, often, on the checkout counter. She blushed whenever she checked out someone’s books that day. Thanks for reminding me.
Black Pearl: You know I feel the exact same way. Every time I see a comment or read one of your posts, I just know the two of us could cause some serious good time fucking trouble. Your honesty and openness is always welcome around. As the lap dance give it to the hubby and tell us all about and speaking of the hubby when we gonna get another cock shot from him?
keatsjohnkeats:Oh damn I need a boyfriend like you and a small enough library to fuck on at check out desk. Thanks for the read sweets and the comment, always nice to see someone new. xoxo