Friday, September 26, 2008

Telling Stories

Offline, Dee has been heckling me, urging me to post the real-life stories of our actual sexual interactions, given from my point of view. I like to write, and Dee says she likes to read what I write (I think that has less to do with my writing ability, and more to do with the fact that she sees it as a sort of window into my thoughts), so it would seem to be a logical, easily fulfilled request. But it isn’t.

When writing stories – especially sexual tales – I write fiction. Sometimes I will write something that mirrors my own interests, thoughts, or fantasies. At other times I’ll take an idea I’m not even terribly interested in, and just see where the story goes (if Dee reads these thinking they are windows into my desires, that might be a problem…). I’ve even written a thing or two in which the only intention was to see how Dee reacts to the subject matter.

Maybe one of these days I’ll cut and paste a couple of the shorter things I’ve written – though even those are probably too long for the blog format.

When writing non-fiction, however, I tend to express to my own thoughts, feelings, or opinions, or ponder and analyze a particular piece of information, or a new idea. I frequently respond to something I’ve read, or something someone (such as Dee, in the case of this blog) has written. But I avoid telling stories.

Ironically, this is mostly because it's hard for me to find anything to say when trying to write non-fiction, especially from my own point of view. I end up just reporting the facts in a bottom-of-the-screen-crawler kind of way: terse, to the point… a one- or two-sentence summation.

Last night, for example, we had a nice session involving a number of different positions and activities. We even broke out the toys for a little multiple-points-of-stimulation thing, which she really seemed to get off on (and her enjoyment in the moment, in turn, almost always gets me off soon thereafter!). I had a very satisfying orgasm. But the words don’t flow… it’s just a report, not a story.

Still, after our next real adventure, I will try to tell the story, because Dee has asked me to do so. As always, I’m sure it will be a work in progress – and I think I’ll explain that statement in a post all it’s own, later on... :)

Four questions for today:

1. Name/describe a guilty pleasure you indulge in.

2. Write down five tips about sex which you have learned through experience.

3. Describe the worst/lamest sexual experience you have ever had (in terms of performance).

4. Describe the most fun you’ve ever had (sexually) while alone.

2 comments:

The Daree (or "Dee") said...

1. Name/describe a guilty pleasure you indulge in.

Internet porn. And internet personals. I love that all manner of filth is available right at my fingertips. And I love browsing the personals (CL, Ashley Madison) just imagining I will find someone just like me.

2. Write down five tips about sex which you have learned through experience.

1. There's nothing to be embarrased about.
2. You have a lot more fun when you learn there's nothing to be embarrased about.
3. Everybody is sexy to somebody.
4. An orgasm is an orgasm, no matter how you make it happen.
5. The more sex you have, the more sex you want!

3. Describe the worst/lamest sexual experience you have ever had (in terms of performance).

Can't think of any event in particular. Lameness usually occurs when I build something up in my mind that nothing real could ever live up to.

4. Describe the most fun you’ve ever had (sexually) while alone.

I had the house to myself all afternoon for some reason and I spent it in bed, watching my husband's porn and having orgasm after orgasm. Didn't clean or organize a thing all afternoon! Dozed off and woke up in time to have another orgasm! Guilty guilty pleasure! Many years ago. Before I told my husband I love porn! And orgasms! And sex!

Daring Husband said...

1. Name/describe a guilty pleasure you indulge in.

It isn’t sexual, I know, but… hot wings. They’re absolutely horrible, health-wise (fat, calories, etc.), and the sauce has me paying for it the next morning. Still, every so often, when the wife leaves me alone for a weekend, I just can’t help but buy a Costco bag and (over)indulge. (It’s been a long while since I did so, though!)

2. Write down five tips about sex which you have learned through experience.

1. Your partner’s sexual appetites, interests, and desires change and evolve over time. Just because she didn’t have an interest last week, doesn’t mean tonight won’t be different.
2. Orgasms vary widely. Some leave you breathless for a half hour, others leave you wondering why you bothered spending the time and energy.
3. Communication is important, and if you do it right, you can learn a lot about your partner, and both of you can get turned on at the same time. A corollary: Honesty is required. If you don’t like something, you should say so. If something isn’t working, don’t fake it. If you want something, ask for it. (I have trouble with that last part).
4. Sex takes practice. And the more you practice, the better it is – you enjoy it more, feel more free, more comfortable, and more open to experiment.
5. Sex is habitual: the more often you have it, the more often you want it.

3. Describe the worst/lamest sexual experience you have ever had (in terms of performance).

Once, while very drunk, I slept with my boss, to whom I wasn’t even attracted to. It was three in the morning, and I had to be at work at seven. Between the fatigue, the alcohol, and the completely uninteresting partner, I nearly fell asleep. In the end, I actually FAKED an orgasm (the only time I’ve done so) just so I could go home. It was so lame I wasn’t even turned on enough to feel the need to relieve myself when I finally did get home.

4. Describe the most fun you’ve ever had (sexually) while alone.

Honestly, I can’t think of a specific time that was really actually “fun” – sexually, at least. There’s been the at home alone times (when I lived in an apartment alone, etc.) when there was the usual activities – porn, self-pleasure, etc. – but these things, even at the time, struck me as having a ‘routine’ quality to them. Nothing stands out in my memories as “whoa… that WAS fun…!”