Lovesexlaughs Blog About Adventurous Sexuality

I have always been a bit of a free thinker. Why is a bit of a mystery, even to me. My sister turned out to be a conservative Republican. My brother is a truck driver. Me – I am different. Same upbringing – very different outcome. Curiosity has always been a big part of my life. That has something to do with being such an avid reader, I think. Through reading, I discovered the bigger world outside of the small Southern town where I grew up. I learned about a bigger, brighter world and many worlds of imagination beyond that. One of my favorite writers at a very early age was Edgar Allen Poe. Mom used to read to us from 101 Poems – which included The Raven. I read the Pit and the Pendulum and thrilled with terror at the thought of the pendulum swinging ever closer and the sound of the wind as it cut the air getting louder and louder. I was probably 5 or so when I first read Poe. Of course I read the normal childhood books, The Bobbsy Twins, Nancy Drew and eventually my Mom’s copy of Lady Chatterly’s Lover. Now that was fun. I could hardly wait to get into sex. Something held me back, however. I spent my high school years doing just about everything but… I would park with boys and go through necking and even some petting near the end of school, but I never “did it”. I don’t think I ever even considered it. It never occurred to me that any of my friends would do such things. They never talked to me about it… In my last posting, I talked about losing my virginity so I won’t recap that here. I did think I was straight if I thought about that sort of thing at all. I never wanted children – That made me different from my friends, in itself… It did not occur to me there was any other way to be than straight. I do remember thinking at pajama parties, “I wonder if all the other girls are looking at and thinking about the other girls the way I am…” In college I finally discovered sex and I loved it. I was very enthusiastic. I never went for the traditionally “good looking” boys. I was always more interested in what they were like intellectually than physically. I have gone out with and “had” my share of drop dead georgeous men… but it was never a big plan to do so… It just sort of worked out that way.

What made me think it was okay to be different when everyone was trying to be so much a part of the crowd, I will never know. I was definately part of the “IN crowd” but I was the only one of that crowd who had other friends. The geeks, the very smart kids, the loose girls. the artist, the boys who hung out at the “smoking tree” – you know – the fast boys… I had friends in all those catagories. It seemed natural to me – Again, why, I do not know – that was not behaviour that my best friends exhibited. We never talked about it. Now that I think about it, I can’t remember anything substantive that we ever talked about.

Back to sex… I had quite a bit of sex in college – then I moved out to San Diego, where, very soon after arriving, I became a stripper.. An exotic dancer… and lived a LOT. Just my exposure to the other dancers was full of wake up to reality moments. They were prostitutes, drug addicts, Hell’s Angel “property”, communists, gay, straight and twisted. One fellow who used to hang out at the clubs even used to talk about doing it with farm animals- which was a bit much even for me – but his stories turned out to just be another thing to file away in my catalog of experiences. Life was a big sponge. The more I absorbed, the better it was.

One of my friends, Susan (the woman who introduced me to dancing for a living) and I went to a grocery store very late one night and each bought a bottle of champagne and a can of Redi-Whip on our way over to see a man I had been dating, John. We were going to surprise him by making him a present of both of us and our caloric treats. We also managed to blow the mind of the young man at the checkout counter at the grocery store. Sex that night with John and Susan was nice. We (Susan and I) took turns with John and at a few points treated him to our combined licking, sucking and kissing.

Susan was my roomate for a while and she used to like me to watch her masterbate, which I did. I never touched her. It always seemed to me that it was all about watching – not participating. She had one of the lovliest bodies I have ever seen. She was blond with legs that went all the way from here to… there. Long, beautiful legs and the most perfect breasts. Her skin was silky soft and white with a bit of summer tan from the nude beach and a few freckles thrown in for good measure. Her lips were soft and her kisses were sweet – but that is as far as it went.

I eventually developed a crush on another dancer – the communist – another long legged beauty with lovely straight brown hair – bobbed with bangs and the longest lashes I’ve ever seen. That is a story for another night…

I hope you enjoy my trips down memory lane. Be sure to come back. I will keep posting. Take a moment and browse the shop. I have some great seductive clothes, shoes, lotions and even chocolate body paint to play with. I will post again soon.

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I went to college in 1971 (there, for all of you math folks… I have given away my age). When I started college I was a virgin. I was so virginal – I thought all my high school classmates were also virgins. One girl in my high school class even got pregnant – I remember thinking, “See, it only takes once.” I had a much older boyfriend my senior year but he was such a gentleman (though I did not realize it at the time…) that he never even tried to “deflower” me.

I was always a bit of a free thinker, however, and college only intensified that tendency. It wasn’t long before I started to feel weird about my virginity. It became a burden. I felt uncool… practically a sin in the early seventies. I made an appointment with a Dr. and got birth control pills then took them exactly long enough to be assured I was relatively safe from pregnancy. I then picked a boy out of my English Literature class and got him to ask me out (an easy thing to accomplish as I was quite a looker my freshman year in college). He invited me over for dinner – perfect for my plans to finally rid myself of my hated virginity. After dinner, we started to fool around and it naturally developed beyond the point where I would previously have stopped. We went into his room and made love. Was that ever strange. He found himself brought up short by my maidenhead. With some time and effort that was surmounted and we “did it”. He took me back to my dormitory and we never went out again. I am sure, looking back on it, that he must have been blown away. Why would a virgin pick him up and give herself to him? Years later when I was a barmaid in a local bar, I caught him studying me across a smokey room. We made eye contact, I smiled and shrugged and that was the last time I ever saw him. I wonder if he even remembers that night so long ago and that girl who gave “herself” to him in such an unusual way.

I got what I wanted, after all… and he got what he wanted (in a way) – so everyone was happy. I went on to discover the pleasures of sexuality. I learned how to pleasure a partner and how to receive pleasure for myself. Did I have a great time that first night? I’d love to say bells rang, music sounded and skyrockets went off… but, no. It did not hurt (at the time or later) but it was not a lot of fun. It felt pretty clinical. Do I wish I had a different sort of experience for my first time? Absoulutely. What was – Was, however. It was what I experienced. My story. If I had a daughter, I’d counsel her to wait until she really loved someone – Tell her to wait beyond infatuation… til she really knows the boy/man she picks and to make it special. But do I have regrets – No… I have had many years to experience all the joys of sexuality,.. the miracle of making love with someone you really love. I have had that pleasure twice in my life (once with a man, my husband – and once with a woman, my partner of 16 years). I have had one night stands and relationships (both have been very good and decidedly so – so. But, of course, I never had that first time again – unless it was my first time with a woman – that story is for another night.

Thanks for stopping by. I hope you find my meanderings interesting. I certainly had an interesting time in the experiencing… Come back for more stories if you’ve a mind to. You are always welcome!

It is very late as I write this. I have been thinking today about what has always been a big motivator for me… Adventure. I have always felt there was something Noble(don’t mean to sound corny here) about the desire to experience new things. My life can be described in many ways but none of them include the words ordinary or boring. I have many tales to share with you and few regrets. I guess if I can still say that at the end of my life – it will have been a pretty good life. Mortality is an issue with me because I am a three time cancer survivor. I have had three different primary cancers with the attending surgery, chemo and radiation. I do not want to get too heavy with you on this… It does cause one to reflect on life – the quality as well as the quantity.

I grew up in the rural South – a small town of 2500 in Arkansas. Somehow, I turned out entirely different from the kids I grew up with. They tend to be conservative – my politics are far left. Many of my classmates still live in the same general area where we grew up. I moved as far away as possible as early as I could – going to San Diego in my Sophomore year of college where I became a stripper. I went with a girl I worked with in a pizza parlor to the club where I eventually danced . She also was a dancer. I danced for the first time that first night to borrowed music (Stairway to Heaven, if I recall correctly) and was hooked on dancing from my first moment on stage. It was so great to be on stage and look directly into the eyes of the men in the audience. It was amazing how gentlemanly they all were – to a man – in all of my time dancing I was never disappointed in the kindness I saw in each of their eyes. Sounds funny, I know – but, I swear – it was my experience. I did a “girl next door” routine where I wore sort of upscale “preppy” looking clothes which I removed very slowly over the course of three songs. I was completely nude for only a very short time in each appearance. I danced in a string of clubs and we were chauffered between the different clubs in a pink limousine. Each evening we would perform two or perhaps as many as three times in each of the clubs.

I spent my days at the nude beach near Scripps Research Institute in La Jolla. In the evenings I would dance or go out clubbing with my friends. I was limited to where I could go as I was only 18 then 19 years old. I was never self concious about my body. It was pretty good with large breasts and an hour glass shape. I was never thin but had a more womanly shape. I got the worst sunburn I ever had in my life the first time I went to Black’s Beach. You have never been burned unless it includes your ass, the soles of your feet, your scalp and your pubes. At the end of the day I could not sit. lay or stand – what a mess!

I learned a great deal about life as a dancer. The women I worked with ranged from college girls working their way through school, to hookers, to Hell’s Angel “property”, to Moms just trying to keep food on the table. I look back on it as a sort of strange microcosum. There were periods of the high life and a period when I was sick and living in a brothel in downtown San Diego. I didn’t work there but I crashed there a number of nights. This was the early to mid 1970s – a time of growth and angst for America and Americans (although I suppose that could be said about just about any period you’d care to name).

It was a time of unrepressed sexuality BA (before aids). Sex was easy, free, casual and seemed to almost electrically charge everything. Living through that time in that place brought me to the person I am today. I hope you will stick around (or come back) to learn some of what life has taught me. You might want to add my RSS feed so you can know when new posts are available. And tell me what you think. You are always welcome here…