We are going to switch from sex mode to stress mode… I know the other one is much more fun but sadly stress is now what my life consists of:(

So it has finally hit that yes I am graduating from one of the top undergraduate universities in Canada this year. The degree audit and graduation application have all been sent in, the company that deals with the ordering of our grad rings are coming at the end of this week and the end of the fall term is amongst us. One more semester and yes I will be able to walk across the stage and collect that one piece of paper that is the most expensive thing I’ve ever paid for.

So what else could possibly be running through my head at 3:30 in the morning keeping me awake? Well there is this political science essay that I have due in 10 hours. It’s done, I’ve editing till the cows come home. Yet it is a maximum of 1500 words where I feel I could easily write a 10-20 page paper on it with all the information I’ve compiled in the past 3 weeks. 3 weeks worth of lectures the prof wants included as well as the tutorial notes plus the hundred some pages worth of readings while making sure that we include our own opinion all in 1500 words or for those who don’t know how much that is it works out roughly to about 4-5 pages. I keep asking myself if the right information is in there while keeping in mind not to forget the title page and work cited that must be attached, heaven forbid they fall apart so to double staple it so it stays intact when thrown in with the other hundred and ninty some other papers.

Ok, well that is all good and dandy so what else? Well the last essay was just for a first year course, not so shabby, but the essay I have due on thursday just over 48 hours from now is a 5 page paper again (why they want them so short this year is mind boggling) so not to bad but again about 100 pages worth of readings but this time it is on a 19th century german philosopher. Very exciting. For this essay I propose living in the library and disappearing from reality all together. You know what, it wont be that bad, it will give me a massive headache but 48 hours and I can definitely do something amazing before it hits that editing time.

What else could there possibly be? Well let’s talk to my 4th year seminar class in philosophy where our essay is 100% of our mark. There is no choices for topics we must come up with something brilliant and write an essay for a date that is not set yet though in about 5 weeks I will be home done the semester so I know it is under that.

So after wracking my brains around that the idea of graduation comes back into mind. It must happen this year! I start picturing all the events the crossing the stage, the having my family and friends around me to celebrate something that I succeeded at all on my own.

Then applications for a Bachelor of Education comes into play, yes I want to teach as crazy as that sounds to most of you I think it is one of the most rewarding jobs you can have. And as I have learnt it is the things that you must work at that pays back the most regardless of the actual income. Those must be in by January 31st and I don’t even have all the application forms yet! craziness.

So honestly, if there is anyone out there who has any suggestions on how to de-stress my life, please let me know because until that happens I don’t think I will be sleeping properly for awhile.

Till next time <3

I have been wondering lately if men just have this mental checklist that they must go through when going through foreplay/ sex? I’ve been thinking back on the guys that I have had sex with and it seems that they are very comfortable with their routine. What do I mean by this?

Simply that you will begin to notice that everytime you start doing the dirty that there is one or two specific things he has to do and that this always occurs at the same point either into foreplay or during sex. This might be great for them but once you’ve noticed this then it kinda feels like something is lacking… a sense of adventure!

I always thought that each time you were to have sex with someone, even if you have had sex with them before, it should be this brand new adventure, exciting and breathtaking. When they start pulling out the exact same move every time however it’s like when you are lost in the woods and you know you’ve passed that specific rock about 20 times already and feel like you are going no where.

My suggestion to the male population out there is this: if you find something that works that is amazing! just don’t do it at the exact same point everytime you are getting with a girl. Twist it up a bit and do something different or do it at different times. Just do not get into too much of a routine for if you do your partner might fall asleep out of boredom.

Till next time <3

What do you do when you are in a position of authority and one of the guys you have authority over starts flirting with you daily, becomes close with you? You try your best to act accordingly, supposedly, right?

Well, I threw authority out of the window and had sex with this guy. There is something special and fun about having sex with someone when you both know that you are not supposed to be in that compromissing position. The one thing you want to make sure of before getting yourself in that position is whether you trust the guy. Obviously you should have some form of trus with the guy you are having sex with because you are allowing him to enter into your body, but the kind of trust I am talking about is the kind where he will not get you fired!!!!

How bad would that suck if you gave your all at having great forbiden sex (which is a turn on in itself) and then get fired…. NOT COOL!!!

So far, I still have my job, and I get some perks on the side

Till next time <3

I have met this guy who I have become very close with and one night he mentions that he used to be a sexaddict. Curiosity of course got the better of me so I decided it was time to see whether or not he was lying. For if he is a sexaddict that must mean that he is amazing in the sack am I right?

I was wrong….

Now it could be that for many other women out there that he is an amazing sex partner to have, but for me, he just isn’t exactly my style. Granted, he did go through many of my favourtie positions which earned him some brownie points. Sadly, I enjoy sex that will just blow my mind away, it’s wonderful crazy, having someone go deep inside you, both of your bodies so close together, it feels like the temperature has gone up ridiculous amounts except all that heat is radiating from your bodies working togheter to bring you a wonderful experience.

This guy to start off with, I managed to get him hard like nothing, that was no issue, it’s just that his penis was very sensitive and he did not want to get squeezed with all that much pressure. Ok, that was fine, to each their own correct? Well even though he was hard, he did not get to be all that big, granted size has nothing to do with how great sex is, it’s whether or not he knows how to work it. For me, it was not my kind of sex, he got some good spots but the fact that I have to state that he found some good spots instead of saying that it was mind blowing sex is somewhat of a let down for what I was expecting out of someone who was supposedly a sex addict.

Do not believe men when they try and boast about how great they are at having sex, just because they promise you they are amazing in the sack does not necessarily make it so.

Till next time <3

I have now had the chance of having sex with men who are Vegetarians and men who cannot get enough meat in their diet if they tried. The question that comes from having this experience is which is better? Granted I have had sex with many men who love meat and only one vegetarian but I am going to make my comparison nonetheless.

If looking for a compassionate, tender, loving sexual partner then vegetarain is what I would advise. They take lots of time in regards to forplay…. they want to heighten all your senses before even beginning… one piece of clothes off then lots of time kissing every part of your body. He takes the time when entering your body, still kissing every part of you, slowly going through multiple positions watching your every move.

However, if looking for someone to have as a sexual partner for heat in the moment do it anywhere and anytime, then I’d suggest going for the meat eaters. They will ravenously strip the clothes off your body to enjoy you as quickly as they possibly can. They will go hands on into the forplay. They may be quick but my god they know how to thrust.

To conclude depending on what type of sex you are looking to have for that evening, take a look at what your man is eating to determine if he will be the soft, caring lover or the rough, adrenaline rushing lover.

Till next time <3

I have this friend who I have been getting quite close to as of the past few weeks. It started off with random conversations that could last for hours, then we started watching  random tv shows and movies late at night. We gave each other back massages claiming that it was due to the tension in our backs or the stress we’d gone through having to write essays and studying for midterms but those were all lies. Then we started curling up together and I had pegged him solely as a cuddle buddy. Those are nice, someone who you can go visit whenever you like and you know that they will cuddle with you and make you laugh basically making your night. It’s awesome!!!

Then, one epic night, we are having a blast hanging out with lots of people and of course to every night comes an end… He offers to give me a back rub before going to bed and that is when it happens…. What’s this??? I’m thinking to myself, as he kisses down my neck onto my collar bone, my ultamate weakness is that collar bone and this guy has figured that out. The clothes slowly come off as he kisses every part of my body so slowly, taking time to make sure every sense is at it’s highest peak. So not only do I get one of the best back massages of life but to end with having sex… 3 times from that point until lunch time the next day. I love sex so it was a complete bonus!

Who would have thought that the one guy I pegged as being that guy I hang out with and cuddle with would eventually pull himself out of that rank to give me one hell of a night;)

Till next time <3

This stroy comes from a dear friend of mine named Cade who wanted to share one of his sex stories with you, enjoy!

Being the encouragement of TUC’s  (the untamable chick) new blog, I decided it would only be fair to throw in an amusing story of my own. However, the story starts completely platonically, I’m getting ready to move 2000km’s to go to college.

I’m walking down the stairs, carrying yet another half-full box of stuff to store in the basement. As most teenage males are apt to be, I’m distracted thinking about sex, more specifically about seeing my girlfriend for the last time. I’m supposed to pick her up from her work and take her to dinner in a few hours, so I’m trying to figure out where to take her after for a discrete but wonderfully exciting goodbye fuck. Of course being a typical male and doing more than one thing at a time is a bad idea. In this case, thinking, walking, and yelling back at my parents random questions leads to missing the last 4 stairs and rolling my ankle.

Fast-forward 30 minutes, and I’m wrapping one of my surplus ACE bandages around my very swollen right ankle, hoping I can at least drive on it. After a few minutes of thinking what awaits me at the end of my drive, and a few more for the tylenol to kick in, I slowly walk upstairs, pretend not to limp to my mom’s car (hey, I was in high school) get in and drive away. Thankfully her car had cruise control.

Fast-forward another hour. We’re leaving dinner, have no plans, but definitely don’t want to go back to her parents. I remember this long access path that goes to a nice secluded spot on the water, so off we go. So far I haven’t told her about my ankle, not wanting her to play mother,  and try to take care of me. We get to the spot, shut off the car, and have the few minutes of awkward “We’re still too young and new at this to just jump at each other” conversation, then slowly move towards each other until we start kissing. Once that starts, the awkwardness goes away some, and soon she suggests moving to the back seat.

One thing about dating a 5 foot 3 girl is that she fits very well in the back of even a small Subaru sedan. The bad thing about being a 6 foot guy is that you don’t. After some gymnastics, contortionism and lots of difficult shifting (which being horny teenagers we managed in short order, even hiding my now VERY sore and very stiff ankle) we managed to find a spot. Me sitting in the middle, her straddling my lap. This worked wonders for the first few minutes. She did most of the movement, and I got a wonderful show.

After a few minutes of this her legs were getting tired so she decided to move a bit. This worked wonderfully as well, for the first several seconds. Then she shifted again, and all of her weight settled on my right leg. The shock of pain didn’t hit me until a few seconds later. Long enough for her to decide she really likes this new angle, and to begin picking up the pace. Now being the guy I am, and just a guy, there are two things I naturally do. 1: I try not to interrupt a woman in the middle of extreme sexual pleasure, 2: I try to act tough. If this had been normal sex, or in a different spot, I would have suggested moving, but we had found no other way (at this time) to comfortably have sex in this little car, and she was enjoying it way too much for me to have the heart to stop her.

Thankfully there is an advantage to being a 17 year old guy who’s had fairly limited sexual experience at this point. Even in agonizing pain, the sheer sight of this hot, naked girl on top of me was enough. It was even over quickly enough that I managed to drive her home without her realizing my ankle barely worked anymore.

The next day I ended up a pair of crutches for a bad sprain, and was told to stay off it for 6 weeks. Unfortunately (or thankfully depending on how you look at it), it would be four months before I’d have a chance to see this girl again, so I would have plenty of time to heal.

So readers, how about you? Would you stop in the throes of passion, ignoring pain for the pleasure of your partner (and yourself), or would you rather stop?

   I was out on the 4-wheeler with Boris having lots of fun. Every now and then I’d get to drive it but it was always more fun when Boris was driving because he went so much faster than I did. Then we came upon a cabin that his buddies had built (whether by chance or his planning I never tried to figure out). We went in to investigate, there wasn’t much in there but there was a bed of sorts, it was attached to the wall and not supported very well.

   Of course being alone in the woods in a cabin that wasn’t either of ours it was a definite go for sex! It had been a couple of days since we’d seen each other so the tension between the two of us was very intense. Clothes came off within seconds and we were on the bed. An interesting feeling while having sex is when Boris was thrusting forward and all of a sudden I feel like I’m falling and the bed is making a lot of unhappy noises. Yes, we broke the underneath of the bed and the matress had fallen through with us on it.

   Well we were only half-way through so should a broken mattress stay in our way? I don’t think so! We kept going seeing if we could make it any worse when all of a sudden a garden snake fell from the ceiling onto us…. I don’t think I’ve screamed so loud in ages as I did at that moment. Boris grabs the snake and whips it across the room away from us and we continue on… our hearts beating even harder from everything that had just happened. It definitely brings sex to the next stage when there are all these unkown factors that occur during sex.

  So that is what I leave you with today, a story involving broken beds and unsuspected snakes dropping in. Hope you enjoyed

Till next time <3

   When it comes to having sex it should always be fun filled. Today’s story will deal with breaking of furniture.

So I’m going to school at the moment and the greatest part is when you get to live in the dormitories. The parties, the guys walking around in just towels, and having crazy sex that it winds up breaking your bed…

   It’s my first night back in residence and my friends and I all go out to the local pub for a first night back celebration. I wind up dancing with a guy I haven’t seen in 4 months. We are both pretty loaded and having the time of our lives on the dance floor, granted we are grinding to the max banging into every person around us because we are out of control and eventually leave the dance floor to head back to my residence room.

Once inside we rip each other’s clothing off and go straight for the bed (keep in mind that residence room beds are tiny twin beds so not so much space and have drawers built in underneath). While we are switching positions from me on the bottom to on top he accidently falls off the bed, but this is the best part. We had been going at it so hard that the bed had moved around quite a bit and those drawers I mentioned above had opened themselves up. He landed ontop of the drawer and broke it. He was fine though so of course we got back to having amazing sex. You can tell if you are having great sex when people start banging on your door telling you to be quiet so that they can sleep.

Next morning I wake up and here is this guy still passed out right next to me, I try to get up and wind up falling out of the bed myself and you guessed it I broke the drawer even worse :S It makes me very happy that being a student here they have people who will come and fix things that break in your room for free as long as you tell them about it while you are there during school. Was it a tad ackward having the fix it guy looking at the drawer then me then the drawer and wondering how the hell I managed to break it, yes…. was it completely worth it…. DEFINITELY!!!

Till next time <3

I return with another one of my crazy sex stories to share with you.

   There is a bar in this lovely town that I am currently residing in that has a special on tequila shots weekly and when it comes to tequila you either really love it or you really hate it, myself, I love tequila. I’m hanging out with a bunch of my guy friends (because for some reason there are not that many females who enjoy tequila shots as well as we do) and the guys are loving the fact that I am downing so many shots of tequila and remain standing and mainly coherent. My friend Frederick offers to walk me home but instead of heading in the direction of my apartment we wonder onto a lovely board walk. It really is quite beautiful at night and again would be quite the romantic adventure if we were more than friends. Having already gone through the scaffolding experience, we are then curious how much farther we can take it. He has his arm around my waist while I am doing my best to keep my footing in 4 inch wedged shoes after all those tequila shots (not as simple as it sounds). Out of the blue we wind up down on the ground in the middle of the path stripping off all our clothes and getting down to buisiness. Again the outdoors has gotten to me. There is just something thrilling about having sex outside where there is a great chance of being caught, I swear there is a bad girl who just keeps taking control over me. We are down on the ground in the dirt getting our thing on enjoying the craziness of the entire situation, we go through random positions of course, it would not be that much fun if it was just missionary the entire time now would it. Afterwards it is quite a time to get me back to my apartment from yes the tequila and my body not exactly wanting to move from that spot so shortly after having sex, but eventually we make it. I then begin to realize that I am missing quite a few items that I had on me when we were going through the boardwalk. Frederick goes through the entire path that we walked on to where we had our epic moment that night to find these items for me and you know what he does with them? Instead of just texting me and bringing them to my place he brings them all to work. It’s great having to get jewelery and such back from a guy infront of other staffmembers who are judging the situation with their eyes and then of course the rumours will shortly begin. My cheecks were red and I was exhausted, sex adventures at 3 am are rough when you are out till about 4:30 am and need to be at work for 7am. It was so much fun though and gave me a great story.

If I’m starting to learn something it’s that life is no fun if you don’t live it up no matter how embaracing it might wind up being it will give you lots of amazing stories that no one else can ever have.

So Readers, I leave you with the following question: have you been adventurous enough with your sex life? If not I’d recommend trying atleast once just kick back and enjoy the ride, literally

Till next time <3