This is going to be the final blog for Sniffles.

Realizing I’ve been the victim of constant and repeated emotional and physical abuse at the hands of Texas has made me re-evaluate my choices and how I live my life. I need a break from the steamy affairs.

This is my chance to live my life for myself finally, and part of that means Marie Kondo-ing everything that reminds me of him, and sadly that means this blog.

It’s been fun, until it wasn’t anymore. Thank you for reading my pleasures and remember that life is too short for bad sex.

Mr. Safety

Since the snow forced us to cancel our date tonight, I’ll tell you about one of the guys I’m dating…

You ever meet someone and they’re just….safe? Right after I officially ended things with Texas, this guy hits me up and we start talking. It was that all day, all night conversation that just flowed so freely and easily. We went on our first date and there was no sex – I really like him and didn’t want to be a rebound.

Our conversation didn’t even hit a sexual nature until about a week after our first date and I was horny. So I sent him this picture

And from there everything sped up. The first time I went to his house, we talked for hours. And then hooked up for hours. What I had intended to be a couple hours turned into an overnight stay late into the next day.

He’s a big dude. 6’4, 300lbs. He’s the kind of guy a girl like me can climb. And I do. He’s big into foreplay. Which after not getting any with Texas, is so refreshing. Mr. Safe pays attention to how my body responds and gives me more when I want it and recalibrates his approach when I don’t respond the way he wants.

The actual sex with him is…okay.

I’ve actually had more fun sitting on his face and playing with 69-style with him than I’ve had actually having sex. I like standing over him and forcing him to taste me. I like making him clean himself off my tits after he’s cum on them.

So he’s safe. He’s someone I can explore things with and enjoy myself with. It’s not my favorite. But it’s safe.

Another TBT…

The best date I’ve ever been on was in college. He was a senior and I was a junior. We met in my urban planning class and he was the most adorable nerd I’ve ever met. We got to know each other and started to casually date. Well one night he said he wanted to surprise me.

It started off with a really sweet walk through our city. I love architecture and he knew that, so we just walked and talked…I didn’t think we were going anywhere in particular so when we got to this really snazzy Italian restaurant I was obsessed with. He got us the table with the best view of the water front at sunset. From there we walked back to his car and went back to his place for drinks (he was a bartender).

Of course the second we got back to his place we didn’t have time for drinks. Making out with him was always passionate. And soft. He sucked my bottom lip for what felt like ever…which I loved. If a man can suck my bottom lip the right way, I’m putty in his hands.

We didn’t stop kidding until we found his bed somehow. And just kept kidding for a while. I felt like a teenager again. He was all about the details too. So he moved slowly with his lips from my mouth, to my cheek, to my ears to my neck. When he got to the strap on my dress he took it off my shoulder with his teeth…actually he ended up taking my whole dress off with his teeth, which was incredibly erotic. In that moment, I wanted nothing more that to feel him in me…on me…everywhere.

I tried to rush through any foreplay he had in mind, and his response to that was to tie my wrists together so I couldn’t actually physically stop him. I’ve been tied up before. But with him it was different. Not in a sense of dominance, but a sense of want. He wanted to take his time on me. He wanted me to enjoy myself. He knew I liked it rough even though he liked to “make love”…what we had that night was the perfect meshing of both.

I was surprised when he disappeared and came back with a lit candle. Part of me thought it was for ambiance…part of me knew exactly what it was for, and I couldn’t wait for him to use it on me.

Before he did anything with the candle, he got undressed. He told me it was so I could see the way he reacted to me. I’ve never had a man tell me that and it more or less made me go “d’aawww. What a sweetie.” But got someone like me who enjoys seeing my partners aroused it was enough visual stimulation to make me wet and make my nipples turn rock hard. Oh my god. Watching his dick jump at the sight of me writing under him pouring hot wax on my breasts was the biggest turn on. I was watching as the wax dropped from the candle to my body, so I could anticipate the sting. I thought him blind folding me was to have an element of surprise but as soon as the blind fold went on, the wax stopped and he moved on to caressing my pussy. Just rubbing it. Then out of no where he SMACKED it. And smacked it and smacked it some more.

I’m literally about to cum just from this. When he suddenly stops that, too. The thought of him going down on me was enough to almost turn me off, and thankfully he didn’t even go there. No…he grabbed my wrists and put them around his neck and took the blind fold off finally.

When he fucked me…it was so weird. It was mysterious. He definitely believed that the steady horse wins the race. It was the most intimate sex is ever had up to that point. He was so calculated with every stoke; alternating between long, slow thrusts to short, hard ones. Not only was he fucking my body, but he was fucking my mind. He talked to me. Told me everything he wanted to do to me just before he did it. He took control in such a gentle way in that sense.

He was one of those guys that could fuck like he was running a marathon. There was no stopping, everything was seamless. Including my orgasms.

Usually I have a lot of quick and intense orgasms. But he drew them out of me in the longest way. I could feel them coming minutes before they actually happened. Every nerve in my body tingling as he pumped into me. When I finally reached my peaks it was like I went deaf and blind simultaneously. I couldn’t even make a noise. No moans, no panting…just pure silence.

What surprised me was when he pulled out, untied my hands and went straight into titty fucking me. He went from steady and calculated to staggered and impatient. I’ve never understood what men like about titty fucking but I’m not going to complain. I got what I needed. The only thing that was reminiscent of who he was earlier was him cumming. He was so graceful it was like watching the ballet. Just flawless. And as amazing as the sex was, I was kind of pissed because I wanted to lick his jizz off my chest but it was mixed in with dried candle wax and didn’t taste very good.

I did feel bad though afterwards. Because I’m not used to going out on “dates”…I almost immediately got up and wobbled out of his house. He was hurt. We never had another date after that. But that kind of sex has stuck with me ever since.