Small Vehicle continued...

The Fuz had a problem. She said, "I need more detail than that! You're such a tease!" To which I replied "Explain 'more detail' to me so I know what you mean." To which she responded "The way you talked about it in person!". To which i said "Oh." So i'll delve into a bit more detail...just a bit more...

First of all, "making out" in the front of a jeep is difficult. There is a big arm rest/center console thing in the way and it's a real pain. So in the midst of this "I don't want to let you go inside yet" make out session, I suggested the back seat...to which she grinned and agreed.

Getting in the back seat was hard enough. Her climbing over the center console (Remember there was a bit of alcohol in our systems), me getting out of the car, pulling the driver seat forward and climbing in myself. I pushed both seats into their "get in the back" positions, out of the way as much as possible.

There is the issue of positioning in any back seat. The idea of how to make it both comfortable and beneficial to the situation seems simple enough, but it really tends not to be. In my experience, you try the lengthwise across the seats first. Looking at the Jeep you think "No WAY" but i am here to tell you it works just fine.

As a brief note...ladies, you want to turn your man on (or at least, a man like me) then you should, in the midst of a passionate session in a back seat, request that your partner "Fuck you now." There is something slightly dominant yet still pleading. It's, for lack of a better phrase, hot as hell!!

The other position that seems to work well in the jeep is the classic "girl on your lap" scenario. The only problem with this is that it does expose what is going on in the car fairly directly. If someone were to happen to drive by coming toward you, they'd have a wonderful shot. But if it's late enough and you're intoxicated enough...go for it!!

Jeep's have lots of things to hold onto. The roll bar, the window frames, the sides of the vehicle, the back of the seat, the front seats themselves. It's worth it, i think, to explore the potential in your own car. My "small vehicle" doesn't seem so small anymore.

So there is a more "R" rated version of the Small Vehicle. I hope it suffices, and I hope she doesn't kill me when she reads it!

Small Vehicle

I own a Jeep Wrangler. It's my baby. I love it to death and it treats me right more often than not. I've always considered it to be a "small vehicle" as far as room to fit people. My experiences have usually been that, while the back seat is comfortable enough it is not very big. What I discovered this weekend is that it's big enough. Ya know? I'm not going into details. You can guess. You're all at least as crazy as me, and some of you are worse. So just imagine a long fantastic day, an evening of drinking and some testing of my Jeep's interior size limits. Then you might have some idea of why I'm smiling at this very moment.

Sex Is Fun

Photo by Daniel Smith

What's so amazing about sex? It's so hard to put your finger (excuse the pun) on one thing that's amazing. It feels good, both physically and mentally (hopefully). But above all it's fun.

I have had sex before. I've had serious sex, I've had make up sex, I've had drunken sex, I've had sex with friends because we thought we should "just get it out of the way". I've had fun sex in my life, but not like my most recent experience.

I mean fun as in comfortable, as in sensual and silly at the same time. Laughing about almost falling off the bed one minute and then lost in the moans of ecstasy the next. Different bouts of dirty talk, both playful and sinful, mixed with random exclamations of "Oh My God" and "Yes, More" etc... I hope people have lots of sex this way. Is it all so serious all the time? Do you, my zen readers, have fun sex?

I think serious sexual encounters are amazing and important and there is a connection that is being explored in that instance. But the fun, the playful sex is just great. It made me feel so alive. It was tiring in a different way. Physically it was exhausting as any good sex should be. Mentally though, it was invigorating, to see her there in the soft light of our room, moaning, giggling, looking at me with those eyes of hers.

It was not a night of "fuck me" and "harder", it was a night of laughter and ecstasy, of showers and rainstorms and Wet, in Cherry, Fresh Mango and Tropical Fruit, and the sheets winding up anywhere but the bed. It was fun. I can't wait for the next time. She drives me wonderfully crazy. So until there's more, you know the deal...

Stay zen, stay safe and keep on fuckin'.

French Kiss

The woman that has taken my breath away is French. Not a little french, or part french, the closest to 100% French you can get without having been born there. That translates, it seems, into some interesting traits. One of them is that she is an amazing french kisser. Ok, maybe that has nothing to do with her nationality, but was going with the french thing! Try and keep up.

Being a great french kissers indicates that she is also a good kisser. Which, to me, translates to her having a great mouth, great lips and a great (and pierced) tongue. Some of her kissing me, and it's electricity is definitely emotional and not physical. But then, wouldn't we lose the emotion of the moment if we had an incompatible kiss?

The zen part is, and I think i've made this statement in previous posts at some point, that I could JUST kiss her all night with no feelings of frustration. I would always love to proceed from there, but "making out" is amazing.

When we first kissed I was so full of emotion, so completely overwhelmed, that I didn't even think of how "good" we were kissing. What I discovered is that, with two people who are both completely fallen for each other, and naturally comfortable with kissing in general, the kiss tends to become what it should be.

Yes, this post is about kissing. Because I'm waiting for her tonight, waiting to kiss her and thinking about kissing her and therefore thinking about kissing in general. So that's that. The kisses are great, and so far we're great. Nothing is perfect, life is in the way sometimes, and the world is the world with all it's problems, but when i kiss her, all I can do is think about the next time. And you have NO idea how hard it is to walk into her parents house trying to hide the erection she just caused with a kiss. UGH!

Viagra And Why I Don't Need It...Yet.

Wow. Let's start there. That's the way I'll begin this short little post. Wow. Let me explain something to you. Well, there is too much, let me sum it up for you...

I am with a beautiful woman that is nothing short of amazing. We are having a wonderful beginning to a relationship that I'm hoping will last for some time. Here, in the beginning, our sexual relationship has begun as well. As I said previously, I'm not going to divulge anything I think I shouldn't, but I have to mention this.

I had, only one other time before, ever experienced what I'm about to explain. I was amazed, I was thrilled, and later on I was SORE!

I'm talking about no "waiting period" between my orgasms. Yes, guys, you heard correctly, and ladies, you did too. For whatever reason, one night, when we were "playing", we were having a great time and had both had our fun. We went downstairs, sat around and chatted for a bit, and then she promptly turned to me and said "Ok, time for round 2." At which time I almost fainted. I've not been in a situation where a girl says things like that to me. It was new and exciting and I instantly obliged, lest she change her mind.

As round two came to a close (pun intended) and we lay there together, just breathing and holding each other, I had a realization. Within less than a minute I realized I was ready for more. Usually, being a guy, it takes at LEAST a couple of minutes. That night though, was not usual. So I promptly did the only thing a man in that situation should do. I attacked her again. And then again after that, and then one more time.

I'd like to note that we did not stop because I was no longer able to accomodate. We stopped because we were both exhausted. We collapsed into each other's arms and just enjoyed the moment. I was already reliving things in my mind, as I am right now, and if it weren't for our total exhaustion, a few more rounds would have been in order.

Hopefully that will not disappear. I'm sure, someday, I'll have to worry about Viagra. For now though, I definitely think everything is in working order. Lucky for her. And very very lucky for me.