Ludacris has it right, "I got it in my sex room".
I have no sex room but I think one of the most important secret to keeping the sex alive is the bedroom. Your bedroom is foreplay.
Two weeks ago, I felt really stifled whenever we had sex. I felt something was not right. Was it the bed? Was it the curtains? The lights? I don't know. The lover took it into his hands to rearrange the furniture in our room. A simple act like that can spice things up.
Our bed creaked, and by that, it meant DISTRACTION for me. However, having rearranged the position of the bed made me more relaxed and it no longer bothered me that my bed creaked. Or that we were trying out some new positions. It made it more lovelier for me that the long vertical mirror was in my face whenever we were banging hard. Previously, I reserved the mirror for vanity purposes, and now that it has accidentally been placed in a very strategic place, kinky sex can happen.
What is that turns me on? I guess, watching and realising that someone is banging me is a turn on. In that same moment, I'm in my fantasy world and yet there I was watching this person get fucked.
And that made me realised my sex style: sensuous Asian style
The way Asians have always had their sex - coy, gentle, subservient
image of Dita von Teese via here
Have you had those days when you tried so hard to be sexy and turn him on, and it just backfires?
There I was in my shorts and laundre, and thinking I was going to entice him, and when he came through the door, all he could offer was "What are you doing ?"
As if I was doing DOING something.
Bleargh.
So, I have decided that sex should have a sex code - a sex dress code. I'm not talking about playing dress up and all. You know, for women like me, the ones who has a day job and a lover to manage at night, some nights, especially work nights are just sex nights. " I-need-to-get-fucked-cos'-I-would-like-to-sleep-but-I-do-not-want-you-to-know-I'm-that-desperate-for-a-fuck" kinda sex nights. Too tired to burn some scented candles or incense, too lazy to wait for him to slather those sex-me-up creams. So I settled for a hooters' kinda outfit, which did not managed to turn him on, apparently.
So this sex dress code thing - is the same nightie I wore for THE FIRST NIGHT - is the same one I'm going to wear each time I need those desperate sex nights.
Experimenting it; it turned out a success. Pavlov (was it him or Skinner?) theory of conditioning worked for the simple Asian man. Sex nightie = Sex for me.
Maybe I should create a sex UNIFORM. Sex uniform on me, and it conditions my man telling him I am working my ass (pun intended) right now for him.
Initially I had wanted to write about what women should do to seduce and pleasure men, but now after committing myself to a relationship, I find sex not so simple to figure out, and decide I have no answers or advice.
So I begin reflecting and fantasizing; hence Delilah gives me a space for my alterego to escape from my mundane 9 to 5 job.
I have more questions and thoughts on sex, than answers for it.
In my quest for answers, I shall discover more.
Since young I have been an avid reader of stories , adult sex stories.
Words turn me on more than visuals.
Even if you have to mute the XXX video, I still would get turned on not cos' of the visuals but more of the imagined sounds and conversations I have in my head. At one point in time, I thought I was addicted to sex. Maybe in a strange way, I am addicted to it. Addicted to the thought of sex, but when sex does occur, the rush and excitement most always dies down.
So if asked who or what can turn me on the most, I would say it has to be my mind - my Delilah mind, when I am not Delilah.
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