amoamasamant asked: Haha, you took my question too literally. I meant it more as a flirty Tumblr "hello," (I'm vanilla>vanilla is sweet>I'm sweet. The progression seemed obvious in my head, but in retrospect...) but thanks for the lesson in nuance all the same.
Pas le français, mais toujours délicieusement,
AD
See, you forgot to either use your sexy font or ::bat your eyelashes::
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amoamasamant asked: "I need to fuck more sluts."
Hmm...I'm not a slut. I'm pretty vanilla actually. But then vanilla can be very sweet every now and again, can't it? ;)
Here’s the thing… Vanilla is bad, but French Vanilla is good. There are lots of subtle notes and the entire experience can be delicious.
Not that you have to be French (though their style of kissing is superior) but as long as you’re engaged, communicative and fun, there’s plenty of fun to be had without bells and whistles.
sinful-nature asked: I find you brilliant, honest, and intriguing; mainly, I have either flitted across your pages or like today I actually read one fully and let me tell you Im amazed. Your expertise is a blessing and I like that you put your experiences out there. I think that it helps people who are unsure in their lives when it comes down to the fully monty stages. Again, Thanks! Mr. Dave who shows glimpses of an extradordinary life. Btw, I follow u. Haha. Stay golden :]
Tegg
Thank you so much.
I don’t find myself brilliant, but I’d settle for awesome. Or maybe just super-rad.
The tables have turned
“I’m not sure if I have any more fuck left in me.”
This wasn’t the first thing that Dolly said to me, but it is one of my favorites.
Let me explain. For those of you who haven’t been paying attention, I’m usually a dominant type both in bed and out of bed. This doesn’t mean that I can’t be on the other side from time to time, if with the right person. And Dolly was the right person. Trim body. Long red hair. Younger than me. Dark eyes. Brimming with confidence. She’s the kind of girl who enjoys smacking boys around because she can. And because they let her.
This was all established within the first ten minutes of talking with her. Maybe not in so many words, but I learned what she was about pretty quickly. Usually I’m pretty talkative, but there came times when I was in deep analysis (deep anal, heh) trying to figure her out. Was it obvious in retrospect? Maybe. But at the time I’d had several glasses of wine and didn’t want to fuck things up. Not everybody can top me.
Thus, I picked her up, sat on a chair with her draped across me and we chatted. I think she got the point that while I was bigger than her, and happy to take what she dished out, I could play back too.
She commented about my chest hair. I have some. Not a lot, but enough that it can be grabbed and tugged. Which she did as we made out. Her fingernails got in on the action too, as I suspected. We would break off a kiss, and she would rake her nails across me, flashing a wicked smile. One that was different from her “normal” smile. Not that I necessarily knew what normal was, having only met her a couple hours prior. But her casually chatting and flirting smile looked a fair amount different than this one.
We made out more, and I caressed her body. She grabbed my face, pushing my lips together and kissed me hard. It felt good playing rough. Assuming she decided that she had some fuck left in her, I’d happily return the favor a bit later.
Making out is pretty awesome though. I could tell that she was getting more and more turned on by this. Some people like how I kiss. She grabbed my cock. I grabbed her ass. She bit my lip. I curled a finger inside her pussy, noting how wet she was. Plenty of fuck left. Time to find out if she could cash the check she was writing.
Short answer: Yes.
Long answer: I need to fuck more sluts. Girls who are good at what they do, and know it. Girls who know what feels good to themselves and to others. I have a pretty good understanding of how to give pleasure, and I enjoy doing so. When it comes back, even better.
After going down on her for a few minutes, I rolled a condom on and fucked her missionary style. She wrapped her arms and legs around me like a koala bear, threw her head back and took my pounding. My cock pounded deeply, smacking against her cervix with each thrust. She just held me tighter as we fucked and made out.
This went on for a bit, and I felt a position change was in order and pulled her on top of me. I was really interested to see how this would go. And as I suspected, she was a fucking rock star. She bounced hard on me, and fucked me deep. I grabbed her ass. She pinched my nipple. I grunted. She reached back and smacked my face. Hard. I moaned and thrust into her again. She smacks me with her left hand this time. Even harder. My eyes close, water slightly, and I grab her tits. I pull her body down. She grabs my throat. I pull her hair. Her hips rotate on me while we fuck, which causes her to sit up a bit.
“Lift up your hips and fuck me.”
I do of course.
All of a sudden I can see her orgasm coming. Her face contorts. Her body twists. I can feel her whole body contract. Like everything else Dolly has done, she cums hard. It was unbelievable.
I really hope there’s more where it came from.
consensuous-deactivated20110829 asked: i wonder if you've noticed that a quote i took from one of your responses has garnered 134 notes at last count?
http://consensuous.tumblr.com/post/4636033906
apparently it resonated with at least 133 people other than myself, hmm?
I did not notice. Thank you for telling me. That’s really cool actually. :)
Anonymous asked: How old are you? I love your orgy story, when was your first orgy and how was it?
I’m in my late 20’s Mr./Ms. Anon.
Thank you. I’m glad what I write works for you.
My first orgy was probably nine years ago. I was really nervous, but in the end I got to fuck this blonde girl with fantastic tits. So, I’d say it was a success.
dh490311 asked: Organic intimacy is *always* the best! Some of us (me included) struggle with that a lot.
It’s not easy for everybody unfortunately. But it’s worth opening up, because it’s very much worth it in the end.
The pervert is back
There’s a great scene in The People vs. Larry Flynt where our hero (of sorts) returns to the Hustler office for the first time in awhile and has the secretary repeatedly announce over the intercom that the pervert was back. It’s a great scene, and I feel the same way right now.
Last night I went to an orgy for the first time in awhile.
And it felt good. It felt right. There’s something about being part of the seedy underbelly of a rapidly homogenizing town that is gratifying. I also hesitate to give too many specific details about the evening, for a few reasons. One is because keeping this sort of thing on the down low so that such things can continue to exist is important. Another is that I worry about pissing people off. Most of my description of the evening will be positive, but if somebody somehow gets identified as “one who goes to orgies” it can have negative repercussions. And the last thing I want to do is blow people’s cover. So if you have questions, please address my privately. Or if you just want to talk about these things, feel free to comment or ask me or whatever.
Moving forward, most orgies have two parts. There’s the hanging out part that feels very similar to a cocktail party. Obviously the vibe is a bit different, but it’s mostly the same. And as I think I’ve mentioned before but am too lazy to hyperlink, I’m adept at handling these situations for the most part. I had a bit of initial apprehension going in, because I didn’t really know anybody and wasn’t part of a couple, but those turned out to be non-issues.
Despite the fact that the party had a designated time when people were to show up, few were on time. I guess this is expected. Who shows up at a party right as it’s supposed to begin? Well Dave did. And a few other couples did too. Nobody whom I was particularly interested in, but I’m happy to make small talk and have some wine. The last thing I wanted to seem like that creepy guy who’s just hanging out and biding his time. Bad vibe. So instead I talked about people that I didn’t know nor care about and their divorces and other such topics.
Meanwhile, other people slowly filtered in. The mood turned festive. Now comes the slightly tricky part… As you know, I come up with psuedonyms for the folks here, to protect the guilty. But I met a bunch of people that are going to be difficult to keep separate, so let’s hope my note-taking is thorough. Adding to this difficulty is the fact that I don’t remember everybody’s real names, and only some of the psuedonyms that they had given themselves. Confusing right?
So after hanging out with some random couples, I found my way over to Maritza. She was talking with what looked like a couple, but ended up being two friends. Maritza and I got along pretty well. She’s in her mid twenties, latina, and curvy with curly hair. Much like I was happy to talk to people who weren’t couples, she was similarly happy to talk with guys who weren’t either. Someone told her that there were six other single females at the party, and that she was determined to find them, and I’m assuming fuck them too.
Shortly after saying such things, I noticed a girl who ended up not being single, but was alone at the time. I introduced myself, and we began chatting. She’s Angie. Lower 20s. Long wavy hair, dark brown. Slim figure. Fantastic lips. Cock sucking lips if you will. Very Anne Hathaway looking. Similar to Maritza, conversation flowed nicely. Her fiancée was arriving later and had already attracted a lot of attention from men and couples that she wasn’t so into.
One thing I’ve noticed about these types of gatherings is that conversation almost always represents sexual interest. It’s very difficult to separate the two, and from what I can tell, everybody knows this. And to add to it, I’d say roughly two-thirds of any given crowd aren’t what I’d call “smooth” in their conversation. This judgment comes strictly from watching others, but even though people try to project an affable vibe, it seems transparent. And if I can pick up on it, I’m fairly certain that most women can too, as they’ve been dealing with guys like this for most of their adult lives I’d imagine.
But back to what I was saying before, I do try to actually talk to people, and not just in an “I want to fuck you, so I’m going through the motions” way. Intelligence turns me on. Witty banter turns me on. Connecting with somebody while seeing them clothed is important. So my discussion with Angie was legit, and it was eventually cut short, as we were all brought to the main room.
The organizer thanked people for coming and laid down some ground rules. Pretty basic stuff about not joining people playing unless you are told that it’s okay, being respectful, not being a creeper, etc.
And almost as if people were waiting to hear all this, clothes quickly began shedding. Being new, I was approached by Noreen and helped out of my clothes. This was perfectly fine with me for several reasons. First of all, her eyes. Very similar to this Suicide Girl, whose name I forget. The second was her hair, which was a short, slightly shaggy pixie cut. The fact that she had nice pierced tits and a thick booty didn’t hurt either, but the first two were what I keyed in on.
“So what are you good at?”
“I don’t know?”
“Well it’s good that you’re humble. A lot of guys say that they’re great at oral.”
She laughs. I laugh. We are laughing.
“Maybe I’m good at being tall?”
“No.”
She gets down to business, and my clothes come off. Her dress comes off. She points to a group of people standing about ten feet away.
“That looks like fun, let’s go over there.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
Two girls, three guys are standing very close to each other. Both women have long blonde hair. They are playing with the guys whose cocks are rapidly stiffening. One of the blondes gets on her knees and starts blowing the guy who she was interested in. And since I was there, me as well. The other blonde blows the other guy. Noreen also gets on her knees and starts blowing the guy with other blonde girl. This only lasts a moment though, as Noreen quickly switches over to me, as blonde girl #1 focuses on her guy. This is perfect for me, as I start playing with her hair. Her hair is hot. Noreen stands.
“Come sit over here,” she said, pointing to a couch. I obey of course.
She get on her knees and starts working my cock. Licking it up and down. Sucking. Bobbing her head. I lean back, and she starts really going to work on me. And it’s fucking hot. My hands are running through her hair, and I’m focused on watching her. She starts pumping my cock with her left hand, caressing my balls with her right, and sucking all the while.
“You have a gorgeous cock.”
“Thank you.”
“No, I mean it. I love sucking it.”
“What you’re doing is amazing. And also, I’m sure you get this a lot, but your hair is fantastic.”
We then have a very brief conversation about most guys not liking short hair. Then she starts sucking my cock again. This time she also gazed into my eyes while doing so. Incredibly hot. Had I let her, I would have cum in her mouth. But I wanted to prolong this experience as long as I could.
Eventually, she decides to move on, but promised to leave me in good hands. I say sure, and over comes Stella. Noreen says something to Stella, who quickly gets on her knees and starts sucking my cock. Though unlike Noreen, she is still in a black bra and lacy panties. She also breaks off the sucking to make out with me every once in awhile, before sucking again. Her technique is also good, but different than Noreen’s. More inner mouth friction, less licking. Still very nice though.
This continues for about ten minutes, before she realizes that she needs to meet her friend who would be arriving at the party late. She told me to stay there, and that she’d come back.
A couple minutes pass. She returns, good to her word, and we make out more. And then the blow job continues. This time for a shorter length of time, as she wanted to see (and eventually fuck) her friend who came to see her. Fine with me.
I stand up and watch the crowd around me a bit. Lots of fucking. Lots of sucking. Naked people hanging out talking. Drinking. Drugs. This truly was a den of sin.
After that, I noticed Angie again. She had found her fiancée, but he was off doing other things, so we started making out. By this point, her bra was off, revealing her soft little pink nipples. I start caressing them while making out and she strokes my still engorged cock. Kissing her was every bit as good as I imagined. It took a bit of self-restraint not to bite her lips, as they were so luscious, but I managed. Sucking and licking them did just fine.
We continue, and after caressing her ass a bit, I ask if I can move my hand around front. She says yes, and I start finger banging her. The fact that she was already fairly wet was a nice sign, and that she was tight was even better. By this point I had already been hard for around an hour, and while staying power is a quality that I’m happy about, I was getting to the point where I wanted to cum.
Angie gets up to talk with her fiancée. I’m assuming to ask if she can fuck me, or at least see what he’s up to. While she does, another blonde girl (I think the one from before, not Stella) starts sucking my cock. And pretty roughly at that. Luckily, Angie quickly returns. I pull her down and whisper if she can ask the woman mauling my cock if she can tag in. The transfer was thankfully painless and Angie starts in on my cock. Of course it feels great.
She continues for maybe five minutes, until I pull her up and kiss her deeply. She tastes like cock. Definitely mine. Probably her fiancée’s. Possibly another guy’s as well. Sluttily delicious. She asks if I want to fuck her. I do. We retrieve a condom, and she gets on top of me and starts riding.
One good thing about sluts at orgies is that if I can bide my time, they often have been fucked before I get to them. There are some guys who aren’t into sloppy seconds, but that’s not how I see it. My view is that it’s great that there are guys around to warm her up for me. It’s been well-documented that I like to fuck hard, and this helps that.
Anyway, Angie slides right onto my cock and starts fucking me. And we’re both into it. My hands guide her ass up and down. She is leaned forward on me so that we get to make out more while we fuck. Her breathing starts to change. She’s really into it. I am as well, her pussy feels incredible. I don’t want to break our building rhythm, but I also want to fuck her deeply, so as our bodies move, I push her back on my cock. It registers on her face. Pleasure. Lots of pleasure.
We keep fucking, and I can tell she’s close to getting off. I am as well, but I want her to cum first. We keep going and I can feel her cum starting to cover my hip. Success. I pull her down to me and tell her how fucking hot she is and how much I like fucking her. These things are all true. She tells me how great she feels and I cum shortly thereafter. We slow, and eventually stop.
She sits on my lap, and we talk a few minutes before her fiancée sweeps in for her. No problems there. I remove the condom and wash my cock off, only to find Maritza getting fucked. However, it’s just about time to go, so I make out with her a bit, play with her ample tits, and we promise to fuck in the future.
From there, I wander around a little bit and talk with Noreen. I’m not sure if I’ll get anything more from her than random play at parties, but I’d definitely like to. I also get Stella’s number, as we didn’t have a chance to fuck, and I’m pretty sure she wants to as much as I do.
All in all a wildly successful evening. Hopefully this will be the start of something special.
dh490311 asked: Ah, yes; intimacy. I sincerely wish you the best of luck in finding it. It will require genuine vulnerability on the part of both you and your potential mate. If this is unfamiliar territory for you, you may wish to open a conversation by telling the woman that you'd appreciate her indulgence in replicating a social science experiment run at the University of Waterloo. You each tell the other one thing that you like about them, and one thing that you're embarrassed about in yourself. Let the conversation proceed naturally from there. The experiment was done with total strangers (all undergraduates, alas) and the people running it were surprised, at long-term follow-up, to discover that a couple of marriages had resulted.
I went on a date once where a girl was recounting story of past guys she’d met. One in particular she met online, and recounted a tale where this guy asked her a string of difficult questions (along the lines of how did your relationship with your mother change when you discovered that she was human and could make mistakes). She said it was as if he went on a bunch of dates and later asked the girls which questions were the most difficult and intriguing. Whichever questions they replied were the toughest, he kept, and kept asking to new people. We laughed about it.
Which is a round about way of saying that I don’t want to use a prescribed method to try to find intimacy. It needs to be organic.
dh490311 asked: As a person who gets not even a tiny fraction of the sexual attention you do, and lives vicariously through your excellent chronicling of your exploits, I'd say your logic is, indeed, flawed. As Groucho Marx once said, "I like a good cigar, but I take it out of my mouth once in a while." There will be times when a sexual encounter is simply unavailable. Use those times to write about the ones you've already had. Or, perhaps, I'm wrong and, for you, there *aren't* any times when sex is unavailable. If that's the case, record the encounters, send the tapes to me, and I'll transcribe them for you.
Maybe what I didn’t state very well is that I’m looking for intimacy. There is always sex to be found, but I want something more.
Time spent
I think one of the reasons that I’ve been posting less around here is when I start thinking about sex, I start thinking about how awesome it is and how I want more of it. But then my brain starts thinking that you should be doing more to meet women. Because I figure the sex I’d be having with said women would a. be great and b. lead to more things to write here.
Is this flawed logic?
whutetdew asked: why havent you updated in ages
This is a fair question.
I took a self-imposed break from posting several months ago, as blogging started to feel like a chore, rather than a joy. Tumblr has sort of helped some of those issues, but of course new ones have come up.
Basically, due to “real life stress” and other bullshit, I haven’t been updating. This will probably change. All it takes is a few hours of time in the right mind state. But that hasn’t happened lately. Hopefully soon though.
gingertwist asked: So reading about you and Molly fucking totally blew my mind. In the woah!-sex-bloggers-boning-in-real-life-trips-me-out kind of way. You'll be posting your perspective soon, I hope?
When I initially talked with Molly about this, I wasn’t sure if I was going to or not. And after reading what she wrote, I decided that I didn’t really have much else to add. She did a great job.
shakeitbaby asked: Hey there, I'm a new follower and I really...really like your work.
Thank you very much. I’m always delighted when I find that people dig what I write.
thiscuntsays asked: i follow cupcakes and cum and have read all three parts to your 3some with her. how do you feel about her publishing she faked her orgasms? did you know before she put the story on there? i find it a bit awkward considering i follow both blogs so i'm familiar with both of you (in an internet sort of sense).
This is a very interesting question that I’ve thought about answering since it was asked. I’ll answer the second question first: no, I did not know. The story that Molly told was pretty accurate from what I can recall.
How do I feel? I’ve given it a couple days of thought, and it doesn’t really bother me too much. There were so many factors going on, between all the stuff that happened before they came to New York, the booze, the overload of sensation that your first threesome brings…
If she had to do it over again, would she have? My guess is no. And if there is a next time, hopefully the combination of everything going on will lead to orgasm.