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He said, “let’s play,” so I will.

I have known Jamie for four months and in that time he has possibly made me come more times than I have in the previous four years. This is significant because I have a wild and varied sexual history, a list of lovers a mile long, and an insatiable appetite for the carnal that hasn’t always led me to the best decisions but usually led me at least to orgasm. I have slept with gorgeous men (and women) and normal guys, guys with a bent for both the dominant and the submissive. I have been paid for sex and given it away freely. I have had one night stands and longer no-strings relationships. I have had one long affair and one long marriage.

Not one of those partners has been able to do to me what he has done to me, every time we meet, for four months. The first time we met was expected yet unexpected. We had been flirting incessantly via email for three days, telling each other what we would do to one another when we met in person. I finally caved on the fourth day and took a chance, driving through town late at night to meet him. “I will kick you out at midnight,” he said, knowing we both had work in the morning.

Continue reading “she asked, “how does he do that?””

“Oh god, here we go.”

“What’s wrong, Jamie?  Don’t like it when a lover constantly sings your praises?”

“It’s uncomfortable, to be honest.  It would be way too easy to take all the credit and let you stroke my ego.”

“Then do it for art.  For research.”

“Are you talking about the fact that you have come seven times since you got here last night?”

“It’s not just about orgasms, Jamie.  Why do I constantly want to be over here, in your bed, all the time?”

“That’s not usual for you? Notice how I am cleverly dodging your question.”

“No, it’s not usual for me! I’m pretty good at fucking and running. And not getting attached.”

“Maybe your 30-something self and my 50-something self were ready to find each other. Maybe my crazy and your crazy just fit together well.”

“Maybe, but. I have had great sex with other people that didn’t lead to me thinking about it every spare moment I have in a day, or having the first multiple orgasms I have ever had.”

“Sophie, I just want to have good and frequent sex. The fact that this is consistently and constantly amazing and quite frequent sex is more than I could have asked for.  I feel blessed.”

“I also feel fortunate. The sex we have, though, is kind of an event. Something seismic, the kind of thing that makes people start believing in new-age bullshit.”

“Yeah, I hate it when you have to start believing the stuff you used to roll your eyes at.”

“Is it a listening thing? Is it an ongoing conversation? Is it the fact that no subject is taboo?”

“As far as I can answer your question as to why I am apparently a sexual superhero – yes, it has everything to do with listening. I pay attention to you instead of just myself. We’re not two people by ourselves, each of us masturbating while another person happens to be present.”

“I’ll give you that one. But I think that there has to be some level of skill involved. Is it because you have had lots of practice? Lots of fantasies that you have banked up for the right person?”

“In terms of fantasies and frustrations, I’m no different from any other guy.  I probably do have more practice getting them out than most guys. But here’s what I mean by listening. I care more about your orgasms than mine. I have always approached sex that way, whether or not I’ve always been good at it. And that has made me very good at reading the semaphore signals your body sends to mine. I answer them. And when you have the best orgasms of your life, that means I am going to have more amazing orgasms more frequently. I don’t know why every guy in the world isn’t doing this. It seems obvious. I should not stand out as this one-of-a-kind thing.”

“I do talk a lot, figuratively and literally.”

“Yes, Sophie.  Yes, you do.  Heh.”

“The best sex I ever had before you was this vocal, acrobatic, somewhat occasionally violent scenario, but with you it doesn’t have to be so complicated. There’s no pretension behind it. I think I am just happy. I think it’s a joy thing. But I think I am also the best sex you have ever had, even if you aren’t going to admit it.”

“Fine, I admit it. Sex with you feels like a big sigh of relief. Honestly, I have heard similar praise from many other sex partners over the years. Talk of chemistry, or ‘Wow, that’s never happened before.’ Trying to elevate good sex into something more, something it isn’t. I didn’t trust that or them. But you know what to do with it, even when it’s big. So I believe your words. I trust you. What’s happened is that into a familiar container has been poured something new. You’re expecting water, you get wine. We are kindred spirits creatively. Our appetites and expectations complement each other well. What we give each other is rocket fuel. The car was already running, but now it flies.”

“I’m not the only one who talks a lot.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Okay – while I am having fun ruminating on this subject, I feel like I might have to find the answer myself. We’re talking in circles. Maybe you should think about it as well. Maybe we should post about it. Individually. Sort of like a he said/she said thing.”

“Good idea. Let’s play.”

 

“The blog looks good, Sophie.  Nice job.”

“Thanks!”

“Since we’re gravitating toward things of an adult nature, do you think we need to put some kind of warning on it?”

“Hmm.  Most blogs that deal with this stuff don’t have any warning on them.”

“Wait, there are other blogs?”

“A few.”

“As interesting as we are?”

“No.  I’m biased, though.”

“Me too.  What about NSFW?”

“That’s what keywords are for.”

“What about kids?  Or do we care?  Maybe we’re educators.”

“I’m not trying to educate anybody’s kid.  Kids are going to get their hands on whatever they want whether we hand it to them or not.”

“I’m not worried about the kids so much as their freaked-out parents looking to blame somebody.  Do you think there’s a danger?”

“If you’re worried about kids reading porn, then you don’t know kids.  Why put so much work into reading?  There are so many videos.”

“That goes back to how interesting we are.  Heh.”

“Then there will be some really educated kids out there.”

“…I still think we’re adult only.”

“In a perfect world, yes.”

“Does that mean this blog is a porn site?”

“What constitutes a porn site?  Is it pictures or videos or music or ads –”

“Funny you should ask.  I was researching porn–”

“’Researching.’”

“–right, for the articles, and I found this definition for “pornography,” apparently the original reason the phrase was coined.  The word comes from the Greek words “porni,” which means prostitute, and “graph,” which means to write.  “Pornography” originally meant writing about the lives and activities of prostitutes.”

“Well, in regards to stories about my past, that is weirdly on the nose–”

“Mine, too.  As an occasional client.”

“–but not my stories in the present.  I guess?”

“And of course that original definition is out of date now.  But I still liked it.”

“And if we’re putting our stories online in hopes of making money, isn’t that a form of prostitution?”

“Legal prostitution.  Maybe writing about prostitution is the second oldest profession.”

“You’re just trying to elevate yourself to my status.”

“Oh, I think I’ve already done that.  According to you.”

 

“Hey, Sophie?”

“Hey, Jamie.”

“You awake?”

“I am now.”

“Right. So….I’ve been thinking.”

“…about?”

“Remember when you said I’m the best sex partner you’ve ever had?”

“…well. I am very experienced – more so than the vast majority of women – and I have met a lot of talented guys. But you, sir, are the best lay ever. Best. Sex. Best. Head. Ever.”

“Thanks. I’m blushing.”

“Riiiiiight. I have never seen you blush.”

“And remember when I said you are the answer, the sex partner I’ve spent ten years looking for on dating sites and in personal ads?”

“I don’t actually remember you saying that.”

“Well, you are.”

“That’s the sweetest thing anyone has said to me.”

“…You do remember. You just want me to keep saying it.”

“I admit nothing.”

“Anyway, you know how we both like to write, and how we’re both pretty good at it?”

“You are definitely one of my favorite writers, and you seem to like my writing, so I believe you.”

“Likewise.”

“…and in the past few months since meeting you, I have written more than I have since …well, since forever.”

“Likewise.”

“So…you were thinking? Continue.”

“So I was thinking, let’s do a blog.”

“That is a fantastic idea. An idea I think I gave you a while ago.”

“Yeah but I’m writing this draft of the intro, so I get to claim it.”

“Then I will edit the intro.”

“Sure, whatever. Let’s do a blog.”

“About what, us? sex?”

“About whatever. But since we both like sex so much, yes. Definitely that. Probably mostly that.”

“That sounds lovely. When would you like to begin?”

“I think we just did.”