I’m not going to lie to you. I’m a beast in the sack😈! I don’t try to be, I’m just a sexual being 😇. I really enjoy the act of sexual intimacy. I’m sure you’re blushing right now because you’re the same way…I’m hoping.
What makes me one of the reigning champs of sexual satisfaction💪?????????? I pay attention to what my previous lovers liked the most 👀. What turned them on the most. What makes them weak. Over time, I combined my different talents and tried new things, which mostly turned out well. I also know my body well, so that helps 😉.
Sidebar: My Eighth house of the Zodiac, which rules how one views sex, is Sagittarius ♐. So, if you are a Sag, know or loved a Sag, then you know how they view sex. It’s like a passionate adventure of sexual creativity. A game of who can out please. Therefore, it’s only natural that I treat the special guy in my life to a wild ride🏄.
The man who unknowingly interrupted my vixen-ality was a Capricorn. I never dealt with a Capricorn before♑. They don’t really do much in bed initially. Unbeknownst to me, he was a freaky observer 🌚; whereas I was a straight up show off. Leo things 🦁. Anyway, we were dating. Things were sweet. We were both night owls who liked to hang out at late night spots and food joints; the hidden gems of Atlanta 🌃. We called each other before work, during breaks, and after work, leading into the evening, and would fall asleep together. We talked aaaaaa lot on the phone, not text, talk! It felt like high school love all over again. That’s a good feeling to have during this lost romance era of social media and other dating apps.
Our first sex session happened after what seemed like forever of getting to know each other; in actuality about 2 months. It was great, long lasting, but no end result for either of us. When we both realized that we were just fucking for the sake of it, we stopped, went to sleep, and tried again the next day. The next day was filled with fucking, food, Eddie Murphy movies, more fucking 😜, cuddling, and sleep. Perfect Saturday, right?
After he left, I thought long 🤔 about the fact during our first time, we were both so concerned with pleasing each other, being recognized as King Ding-a-ling 🍌or Queen Wet Wet☔, that we forgot about our own individual needs and just being present.
I vowed the next time would be different. But how? More tricks? Nah. I had to relax 💆. The next time happened shortly after our next date. I knew I wanted it to happen again, but he didn’t press. He was so laid back, it turned me on more. Yet, I kept my composure and let the night progress naturally.
But, would you have it 😏, later that night we laid together nude, side by side💁.
His arm was comfortably cushioned around me as we both stared at the ceiling in silence. Slow music was playing and Nag Champa incense was burning. The neon glimmer from the stereo and nite light restfully illuminated the room. The vibe was real chill 😎🌴 💨 . This time around, he pulled me on top first. I took my time. No vixen behavior 🙅 . Just slow caressing his arms and chest. I moved according to his body rhythm. It was natural. He was quiet; so quiet that I wasn’t sure if he was feeling this😽.
***Capricorn lesson in bed: pay less attention to his words/actions and more to his aura***It worked out because I soon felt a reaction🍆. I was pleasantly surprised 🤗. Usually this confirmation makes me want to get wild, but I didn’t. I just kept on rubbing his chest, arms, and kissing him softly until he decided to say something. Soon, he pointed out the fact that whenever I touched him a certain way, his nature would respond on its own and when he’d move a certain way…💦 you get the point 😉. This was new to him too, lol. I held my excitement while I casually agreed. Our bodies took the lead and our subconscious followed. On a surface level, this shocked, yet confused us.
When it was time to really get things started, I laid next to him and took a deep breath. I am not sure why the following happened or which of my spirit guides spoke to me, but this is what the feminine voice said to me, “Be in this moment. Do nothing. Let him lead. Receive him and embrace him. You are enough just being here.” I said to myself, “Ok” and he naturally began to lead the way. I allowed him to. He took his time, but wasn’t playing around 🍆😈 🍆. It felt totally different for me to just receive pleasure without adding something to sexually tame my partner 🙀. He looked me in the eyes, I allowed myself to look back then looked away before it turned into a stare war 😏. He asked me if I was ok. I replied, “Yes…why?” I immediately thought to myself I should do my sexy porno moaning. He probably thinks I’m not enjoying it. But no, he said, “Because you’re smiling.” Smiling 🤔…I didn’t know that. I looked back at him.
“So are you,” I replied. He agreed. No porno moves needed. The motion in the ocean took over the both of us🌊🌊🌊. We felt the true energetic connection of our bodies and the passion grew effortlessly; not the lustful passion, we as people, usually chase during casual affairs. For the first time, I felt like our souls were in charge, instead of the flesh. The natural chemistry made the moment more spiritual.
As the end of this intimate session near drew near, I could distinctly sense it. I then gave him the permission to orgasm by using a random and uncalculated sexy phrase😈. He finished right away. The timing 👏had 👏me 👏awestruck 👏. To be able to sense it was coming, is not something that I am personally familiar with.
On the phone, a week later, he randomly asked me if I had ever experienced anything like that last time. No, I hadn’t. In that moment, I knew that we were equally fascinated with the experience.
So, what happened during this sex? Yes, I tapped into my inner femininity, or as the woke millennials say, “Inner Goddess 🔮.” Also, after critical analyzation with my closest confidants🤓, the majority agreed and gave me their conclusion… we were engaged in love making💑…and apparently, this had been my first time😯.
I said, “What?! 😆😆😆…We made love?” Can’t be. I’ve been in love before, I’ve made love before. Then I really thought about it and realized no 😣. I had been performing most of my sexual life 👯. If I were to be honest, most of my moves were calculated. Kiss him here. Touch this. Don’t forget to do that, it drives him wild. Most of the time I concern myself with his view of me in bed and perform with a mission to drive my lover crazy. Or performing with a selfish mission to outdo myself. Well, I really outdid myself this time. I slipped into an unknown territory. I made love for the first time at 34 years old❤.
Now that I have experienced what humans👽 call ‘love making,’ sex is more meaningful. Sure, I still get my rocks off casually. A girl got needs! The difference is now I am not in a rush, I am more selective of partners who genuinely dig me, and I cherish the act more than before. I take it more serious and treat it as a healing experience. Vaginas are the most important healer. Though I’m no Virgin Mary, I do recognize that sex is God given. It is not to be taken lightly, even if viewed as sinful by many religions.
What happened to the guy? Well we didn’t end up together, but we still talk as platonic friends regularly. This also is strange to me. Usually when the relationship ends, I have cut ties and moved on. Yet, we unbendingly still care for each other. It could be because of our respect of the moment we had. It was special. However, I am looking for a lifetime partner. Right now, the timing for both of us will not permit. So, I get my needs met in other ways and keep my dating options open.
It would be nice if I was one of those Christians girls 🙏 who waited for Prince Charming to marry her and learned to make love to him and only him forever. Sorry, that’s not me. I’m just figuring it all out as I live. Hell, Prince Charming ain’t no virgin either 😈. He had to go through a few women to get the nickname ‘Prince Charming’☝. I’m not naïve enough to believe that sex before marriage is completely forbidden and temporary love affairs lack significance in our lives. What do you think every popular love song ever written is about? In efforts to not turn this into a religious debate, I’ll just say man has a way of controlling the masses with spiritual guilt🗣. I believe that even temporary love relationships (hook ups, friends with benefits, baby mamas, etc.,) can sometimes leave some of the biggest imprints on our hearts and souls. Now, I don’t take any love relationship for granted. Even if it doesn’t work out, I appreciate the experience, and always remember ex-bae at his best.
My advice to you, if you’re a wild cat like me:
- Breathe deeply to relax the nerves
- Remember to be present and enjoy the moment
- Let your partner lead the way
- Remember that you are enough just being there…because you got the bomb pussy 🌞🌺
Happy Lovin,
Jaz 🌻✌
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