A Departure From The Norm

I am highly sexual. I actively look for sex and sexual responses on others, and because I’m looking, I find them. I am also open to sexual activity 24/7/365 either with myself or others. Therefore, I find it. 

But what has been fascinating me lately is the psychology of sex. 

No, I’m no psychiatrist, but I have a fairly decent brain, and I like to use it to form and test theories. The trouble is, when you talk to other people about sex, they will more often than not give the answers they think they should give, rather than the real answers. 

Fortunately, I have access to people around me of both genders who will tell it as it is. 

Take yesterday, for example. I didn’t know this, but once a year, there is a mass bicycle ride that cuts through the footpath in my woods. The Lovely Chris and his brother Allan were with me (No, not for that reason) and we were sitting on the veranda of one of the bedrooms that gave us a good view over a large part of the track. 

At one point, a young girl of around 13 stopped to wait for her family (as it turned out). She was wearing shorts, and a very baggy t shirt that showed off a bright red bra underneath. She may only have been 13, but nature had blessed her way more that she blessed me. A really decent pair of ‘B’ or maybe even ‘C’s were contained in that bra. And I saw both guys looking intently. 

So I had to ask the question. “Oh come on guys! She can’t be more than 13. You wouldn’t, would you?” This prompted a long discussion on why they found her so fascinating. Age didn’t enter into it, but curves did. In the female, it’s the curves that puberty brings that seem to attract the attention of heterosexual males, and the age factor that puts a curb on what they do about it. 

This made me wonder what happened before there were laws about age of consent, and the answer is obvious. Puberty happened - sex happened.

The female form is designed to attract the male form, and reproduction is (some say) the strongest of our drives as a species. I know for a fact that if the choice was a fuck or a meal which way both TLC and TLA would go. 

But you only have to spend a few minutes in a girls’ locker room before you notice girls checking one another out. From boobs to pubes (or lack thereof) and only after that comes a quick glance at the face. Are all girls, then, to some extent lesbian? Certainly, girls seem to be more ‘touchy-feely ‘ we hug more readily, and we kiss more readily too. 

I have always been attracted to girls, so I had to ask a 100% straight friend about this one. “Did you ever have sleepovers that ended up with group masturbation?” Expecting a curled-lip, “Ewww! No!” I was surprised when she said, “Yeah… a couple of times.” Naturally I asked her if she ever felt tempted to touch another girl. THAT got the, “Ewww! No!” Response. And yet…… She did admit to feeling horny when other girls were polishing the pearl. As I’ve said before, sex breeds sex. 

Girls are certainly fascinated by girls. If a close friend grows bigger tits than us (in my case, everyone) we want to see them. We talk freely and openly about periods and sex. And those discussions merit a paragraph or two. 

Sex-talk between girls can be wild! Not only what they’ve done and with whom, but it’s usually riddled with what they’d like to have done. Such as:-

“We were spooned up on the bed and he was fucking me from behind. He did that pulling right out and plunging back in thing that drives me crazy with lust. I so wanted him up my arse, but he won’t do that. I’ve asked him before.” 

“I met his ex. We just bumped into her in town. She was really attractive, and I knew in an instant what he saw in her….and I also knew, or seemed to know that they had done things he and I hadn’t. That night, I asked him to call me her name, and to fuck me like he fucked her. It was incredible!” 

“We were fucking with me on top. Suddenly, I don’t know from where, came this overpowering desire to pee on him while he was embedded in me. I didn’t do it of course, but wow…I so wanted to!” 

“I heard my sister and her boyfriend fucking. Mum and dad were out and they didn’t give two shits about me. They were really going for it too. I lay on my bed masturbating into my panties. After I’d cum…and presumably so had they….I just lay there for a while. Then the idea popped into my head to give him my panties. I even worked out how I would do it. I would give them to him…he would smell me on them, then, one day, he’d fuck me.” 

“I really want him to tie me up. Tie me up, rip my panties off me and rape me. He’d never do that. He’s far too gentle, but I crave hard, violent sex. I want him to hurt me, spank me, even whip me. I’ve always loved pain, ever since I started masturbating as a teen. I can’t ask him though. It would kill him.” 

TLC and TLA tell me physical contact between men is far less prevalent, and if you stare at someone in the locker room you stand a good chance of being beaten up. Same rule in gent’s lavatories apparently. You never look at someone standing next to you. Guys will talk about sex, apparently, but I’m told it’s more of a boasting competition than reality. Especially in their teenage years. 

TLC says, “If a girl lets you go to second base, you tell your mates you got to third. If she lets you go to third base, you tell your mates you fucked her, and if she lets you fuck her, you tell your mates you did her up the arse too. Apparently, it’s all part of the Alpha Male syndrome. ‘I’m stronger than you/more experienced than you.’ 

And yet…now and then. Allan told me of the other day when, purely by accident, he happened upon a gay porn page and found himself getting excited. This had to lead to a question. “Did you ever have a crush on another boy?” Allan said, truthfully I think, that no, that didn’t happen, but to my surprise, TLC had a different tale to tell. 

“Yeah…I did. I was 13 at the time, just got through puberty and discovered my cock. (Thank God. An item well worth the discovery.” In my scout troop there was this guy called Phil. I don’t know why, but I wanted to be near him and whenever we had group tasks I always got myself in his group. Trouble was, if we shared a tent when we went camping, he thought nothing of stripping naked, and it always not only gave me wood, it made me wet too. I did wank off thinking about him….not fucking him, just goofing around sexually with him…wanking with him, maybe, or cumming on him.” And after this heartfelt confession the obvious question, “And…er….did anything happen?”

I’m well used to silences in sexual conversation, but this one seemed to last well beyond the period of reasonability. Usually, during these silences, people are doing several things. 1) deciding whether or not to tell you the truth. 2) deciding whether to edit the truth down to something that doesn’t sound too bad. 3) recalling every delectable, sordid detail. 

“Once. One night….in the tent. I was in my sleeping bag, naked, and hard as a rock…oh, and leaking precum even though I hadn’t dared even touch it…and Phil was in his sleeping bag, and I knew he was hard, because he always was when he stripped naked in front of me. In the darkness he said, “Wanna wank off?” I said, “Yeah.” We both got up, but we didn’t put a light on. That would have alerted the leaders that something was wrong, and anyway, it would have shown our silhouettes. Anyway, we got up, stood next to one another and those tents aren’t too generous in terms of space. So we both ended up standing under the highest part - the ridge - and facing one another. Phil really went for it, but I felt so close already I had to ‘fake wank’. The moment he said, “Gonna cum,” I did it for real and we both shot our cum on one another. We never did anything else, but I would have gone along with it if we had.” 

And yes, I was standing there dripping into my panties as he told me this. I would quite happily have licked the cum off both of them, then fucked them, individually or together. 

There are, I suspect, a great many people who, on their deathbed, will look back at their lives and say, “I wish I had…….” 

As I write this next sentence a tear is making its way down my cheek. I am fully aware of how blessed I am. I was born into a wealthy family, but I’ve made my own way to the home I now share with Emily and Alice, and before her, Dani. I am highly sexual, and have been equally blessed with the lovers in my life. I can honestly say there is nothing I wouldn’t try at least once, and I certainly intend to not die having never tried things that I’d like to try. Those around me are up for anything, so again, I’m blessed. 

Sex, for women, can be time-limited. At some point, menopause will come a-calling, and there is a history in the women in my family of it coming early. Sadly, there is also a history of it being as savage as puberty was for us, and robbing us of periods, and our sex drive. History shows that we do not accept HRT well either. My mum is in menopause now and has tried HRT. She immediately developed breast lumps which turned out to be cysts, but it meant no more HRT. Sadly, not only has her sex drive dropped to zero, but she tells me that like her mother before her, she has stopped lubricating and her vagina no longer possesses the elasticity it once did. She tells me she and Dad are coping though - whatever that means - anal, I suppose. Either way, I know it’s coming my way one day, and we shall have to wait and see what that brings. 

Well, my lovely people. It’s been a pleasure sharing my sex life with you and judging by your comments most of you have enjoyed it. 

There is little point in repeating the same old same old - there’s only a finite number of ways people can fuck after all - so I am not going to write regularly anymore. I’ll write when there’s something to say, but for now, at least, that’s it. 

From Alice, Dani, The Lovely Chris, the equally Lovely Allan, my sister, and me, thank you for being part of our journey, and remember, when something happens of note I’ll write it.