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Ten Things I Learned About Sex #4: Professing Love after a Fifth of Vodka is a Bad Idea

Friday, December 7th, 2007

“Would you consider being my girlfriend?” he slurred.

I sat up, a bit startled. We had had this conversation many times before. Sure, it was fun to fuck…but actually being together? It wasn’t going to happen. I was still in love with my ex and he was still in love with his. And that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. We were just friends with benefits. “Um….”

“Oh. Um. Dumb question. Pretend I didn’t say anything. We can talk in the morning.”

Vodka.jpgI settled back into his arms, feeling weird. But then, the whole situation was weird. He and I were sitting on my bathroom floor together, having just drank a fifth of vodka. And not the good vodka. Like, Banker’s Club vodka. So far, I was keeping mine down, but he had already throw up three or four times, and we decided that it wouldn’t be a good idea to try to get him up into my bed. I was in college and had the top bunk.

But I was the dutiful friend, not just for fucking, but also for rubbing his shoulders and telling him that he wasn’t going to die. I squirm a bit on the hard, cold tile. I guess I did love him, a little. Just not in THAT way.

“I do love you, you know.” He said, reading my mind.

“Just not in that way?” I answered.

“Maybe. I don’t know. I do love you for sitting here with me. Am I going to die?”


Around 5 AM he finally felt a bit better and I helped him to the couch. Soon, he was snoring away, and I slipped into my room and tried not to wake my roommate who was asleep in the bottom bunk. My hands lingered on my still-hot pussy. He was good at taking care of me, even if it was just with his thick, rough mechanic fingers, not his long, smooth cock. He held me down on that bathroom floor as I writhed and tried not to raise the suspicions of my roommates with my moans.

Maybe I did love him.

He slipped out the next day without saying goodbye. I don’t blame him. It was noon before I woke up, and I could still feel alcohol running through my veins.

Maybe I did love him.

He didn’t call to talk. I waited with my cell phone in hand as I did homework for the next day, but it didn’t vibrate. Finally, at about 9 PM, I called him. Nervous. It was tearing me apart, but I decided I was going to have to decline his request. We were just friends with benefits - the go-between while we were looking for that next special relationship. I couldn’t date him. Even if I did love him.

“Hello?” His voice was husky. God, did I really want to hurt him.

“Hey. You aren’t dead!”

He laughed, “Haha, no, I’m not dead.”

“Do you want to talk?”

“Sure….” he said. My heart raced. “…what about?”

My cheeks felt hot and flushed, even though we were just on the phone. “About…what you said last night…”

“Oh God, what did I say? I really can’t remember much from about midnight to the point where I was finger fucking you.”

My heart sank. Even if I was going to turn him down, it was still nice to be loved. But it had been the vodka talking. He didn’t love me. He was just drunk.


“OH come on now…what did I say!?”

“It’s no big deal. I gotta go.”

Be careful with want you do to a girl’s heart. Professing love after a fifth of vodka is a bad idea.

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

Ten Things I’ve Learned abut Sex #3: Leave Your Clothing on a Pile

Wednesday, December 5th, 2007

I’ve had ten sexual partners. And I’d like to think that with each, I’ve grown a little. So, here are the ten things I’ve learned about sex. Thanks, guys. lol. Have you read number 2 yet?

I won’t relate to you here the entire story of the night I lost my virginity. Believe me, it is long and filled with girly cat fights and drunken decisions - you don’t want to hear it. Oh, and the after story, including the part where I find out that the guy hadn’t really broken up with his girlfriend AND it was her birthday? That’s even longer. Let’s just say that I haven’t seen that guy since…well…the day after I lost my virginity.

In any case, it was a learning experience in sooooo many ways. Isn’t it always? Is there a single person in this world who had that perfect sex on their first night and doesn’t look back on it with a little laugh? We all make mistakes. It happens.

unbutton.jpgThe lesson I want to share with you all today, in my list of the ten things I’ve learned from sex, is a simple one. Let’s not get into the emotions of losing my virginity. Let’s talk practicality. If I could do it over and only change a single thing, near the top of my list would be this: undressing on a pile.

The night surrounding my first time was a bit of a blur. However, at the end of it, I found myself in my lover’s friend’s dorm room. Apparently, his roommate was in the ROTC and sleeping, so rather than waking him, he led me, starry-eyed, to his friend’s room. His friend was out of town for the weekend. His sheets were black, but I hope he washed them anyway.

In any case, a male college dorm is not exactly the best or most clean place to have sex. The bathrooms were downright filthy. Not to mention I was about to have my cherry popped in the bed of someone who didn’t even know me. But I digress.

As he undressed me, he just threw my clothes at the base of the bed, and if you’ve ever had sex in a teeny tiny dorm bed, then you understand me when I say, they got throw on the floor somewhere mid-romp.

The problem? Around 4AM, as my lover snored from his spot on the floor (no way were two people going to fit sleeping on that bed), I had to pee. I was lucky enough for find my thong…but my pants? No where to be seen…or rather, felt, as it was pitch black in that room.

So, I had a decision to make. Hold it until morning or run down the hall in a sweatshirt and my thong.

I decided to hold it.

And that lasted, oh, three minutes.

Yes, I was spotted. Luckily, I think that all of the other boys in the bathroom were too drunk or sleepy to notice that I wasn’t wearing pants. Still, I’m sure that a few of them ran back to their rooms and roused their roommates to tell them about the pants-less girl roaming the halls.

So, that night I learned an important lesson - when having sex in a place other than your own room/house, undress yourself and leave your clothes on a pile. Although I did find my jeans the next day, it was at the expense of my bare ass in the hallway the night before.

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

Sexy Celebrity of the Week: Christina Aguilera

Monday, December 3rd, 2007

Christina_Aguilera_naked.jpgBy now, I’m sure you’ve seen the nude pictures Christina Aguilera did for Marie Claire, and as Celebrity Weasel has reported, even more unpublished shots are being uncovered. She’s as big as a house - and she’s beautiful. You can see even more amazing pictures of this sultry singer here.

I’ve loved Christina Aguilera since her Disney days (Yes, I’m that generation). I still can’t get enough of her. Her voice is amazing, and her body is kickin’. Christina = sexy. She always has and she always will.

A common thread in this weekly feature is “classy.” Really, how can you be sexy if you’re completely trashy. That’s why I think Christina fits the profile of a sexy celeb so well. She’s not just beautiful and talent - she’s completely classy. Unlike other celebs her age (Lindsey, Paris, Britney, etc), she did her thang, settled down with a good man and got married, and continued to make headlines because she’s a great singer, not because she flashed her vag for all the world to see.

I mean, Ok, she is naked here - but it’s classy. It’s like, pin-up quality, not porno quality. Plus, she’s showing us that being feminine and sexy and sensual isn’t about having a size-zero body. It’s about being comfortable in your own skin.

And damn, that’s sexy.

I love that she’s not afraid to show of her body, baby bump and all. Ok, she’s a bit airbrushed…but that’s not the point - she’s still showing us a completely different side of “sexy.” What an awesome photo shoot. I really can’t get enough of it.

What so you think - is Christina a sex goddess or sooooo last week?

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