While the browsing various adult sites, I noticed that several men were asking women to fulfil their strap on fantasy.
Having used a strap on, I am the last person who should be judging anybody for this particular fetish/preference.
What concerns me is that the requests are being made online, when there is no guarantee that you will get what you have asked for.
My foray in online hookups was not without problems.
I never quite managed to get on Craigs List, well actually my ad was on there for a week until they wrote to me and said it was too sexually explicit!!
Craigs List has morals? Please. They are the number one place to go to for casual sex.
I often wonder if the anonymity of the internet fools us into thinking that we can be as bold as we want.
In many ways I am guilty, without my web persona Pashun Nate, my blog would not be as erotic/pornograhic.
So when I saw an ad from a black man who wanted to be fucked by a woman wearing a strap on, my interest piqued for all of ten minutes.
The idea of the picture exchange was a turn off, meeting up with a stranger, the risk aspect – made me think twice.
Although there are several sites with webcams, swinger forums and casual hookups, they are all pretty much the same.
You create a profile, place an ad and wait for somebody, anybody to respond.
Talking about your fetishes and kinks with a total stranger frees you from the fear of rejection, I guess.
And when you finally agree to meet up:
What about STD’s,are these even considered?
And what if your potential fuck buddy is more nutty than a Snickers bar? What then?
I have often found that some of the men who wrote the filthiest emails/ text were actually crap at sex. Why? Because it was in all in their head.
Mr Are You A Man, went as far as saying that my sexuality scared him.
He said that my approach to sex was intimidating that my expectations were too high and that he could never match my ability to have multiple orgasms.
My Cock is Big Enough, was jealous of sex toys and forbade me to use them. Yep, his exact words were “I forbid you to use your toys, from now on it will be my cock in your pussy”.
Yeah well, he is still regretting it. I pulled out the biggest cock in my collection and fucked myself, while he watched as I squirted cum in his face and screamed “I just love big cocks”.
He called me crazy and suggested that I was more in love with my toys than I was with him.
What an insecure bastard, it was only a fucking 12 inch plastic cock.
There were others who ate my pussy with no enthusiasm, I was so bored that reading my text messages seemed more interesting.
Yes I am being bitchy here, but bad sex stinks, and no I never really read my text messages, I just fantasied about someone else in order to come.
And I am loathe to say it, a few had no kissing skills.
I am not the queen of sex either, but I know what I like, I make a point to find out what my partner enjoys – practice makes perfect.
Using the net solely for sex is not my bag anymore.
Call me old fashioned, a scaremonger, hyprocrite or whatever, but what ever happened to fate?
Talking of which, I have seen some seriously fucktastic men while I have been out and about….
