Sugarpie's Super Sexy Stories

My intention is to use this thread as sort of a blog of sorts...kinda an outlet to pose questions to, or to rant about stuff to you my dear readers.

So without further delay:


Lady Lovin'

Maybe its just my friends, but it seems to me that lesbians are an elusive bunch when it comes to answering the question, "so did you all have sex?"...often this is where the lesbian being asked the question says "well...I mean, we hooked up".

You can ask 100 women "what do you consider "sex" between two women?" and you will no doubt get several different answers...and I'm just as confused as you are.

Now I know there aren't going to be many lesbian readers here, but here are the questions I pose to lesbians as a whole regarding what we consider sex.

- Does it count only if we both touch each other?
and if so, then does it count if clothes were on? And if clothes were on, but pulled to the side, but technically "stayed on" the whole time, does that count?

- What if one party touches the other, but the other 1/2 of the party does nothing?

- Is it sex if I only use my hands?

- Or is sex only oral?
and if thats the case, what about those couples who one person NEVER takes a trip downtown (thats just rude btw)...are they considered celibate?

I could go on, as my mind has a tendency to race...but honestly I wish someone would clarify this for me.

I was thinking about how downright sad some of my sexual encounters have been...but sad in a fun way! When they happen I tell myself "oh this must happen to everyone!"....no SP...just you. You are THAT girl that high fives people after a love session. you are THAT girl who says "oh man, haha *awkward face* its like magic, you just made your fingers disappear...isn't this *double awkward face* nice." in the middle of an encounter.

I'll keep telling myself that its adorable and makes me more "real"...you dont have to correct me. I know the truth...I'm just really fucking bizarre. I'm pretty sure I was put on this earth to make others feel better about their "oopsie" moments.

Sooooo....
DID WE JUST HAVE SEX OR NOT??

Damn. I wish I knew chicks that would high five me after a sex session.


...actually, I probably do, I just never tried it.

I should try it. It'd be fun.


Seriously, post sex high fives are pretty awesome, now that I think about it.

Thanks SP

Just reading this makes me crzy ! Why ? Because it summarizes the situation so perfectly. Fortunately I have escaped most of this madness with a monogamous (well...sort of !!) relationship for the last two years. Which was time enough to see this stuff with more perspective.

So here are a few observations that I hope will clarify these silly sexual semantics. This....from just one woman.

1. There is a difference between petting and foreplay. Petting is outside the clothes and foreplay is getting your finger wet or sucking nipples. Despite the title, "finger fucking" is not fucking. It is foreplay.

2. Sex is "going downtown" regardless of who is going there, and who is already on that downtown bench with her legs open and loving it...lol

3. No, sex is not just oral. A strap on is clearly sex, as is a dildo. Clothing on, or clothing off.

Actually, the more that I think of it, the more familiar this situation is to me. It reminds me of the locker room chat between my older brothers who always wanted to charcterize any female intimacy in the most sexual terms...or worse, with sports metaphors like baseball where kissing was first base...etc.

All of this makes me a bit crzy too, because some of my hetero girl friends consider blow jobs to be foreplay and specifically not sex. HUH ???

It's sad, and more than a little bit funny how we refer to sex with all of the ducking and weaving and dissimulation....all to hide our real emotions.

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Originally posted by Sugarpie

Maybe its just my friends, but it seems to me that lesbians are an elusive bunch when it comes to answering the question, "so did you all have sex?"...often this is where the lesbian being asked the question says "well...I mean, we hooked up".

You can ask 100 women "what do you consider "sex" between two women?" and you will no doubt get several different answers...and I'm just as confused as you are.

Now I know there aren't going to be many lesbian readers here, but here are the questions I pose to lesbians as a whole regarding what we consider sex.

- Does it count only if we both touch each other?
and if so, then does it count if clothes were on? And if clothes were on, but pulled to the side, but technically "stayed on" the whole time, does that count?

- What if one party touches the other, but the other 1/2 of the party does nothing?

- Is it sex if I only use my hands?

- Or is sex only oral?
and if thats the case, what about those couples who one person NEVER takes a trip downtown (thats just rude btw)...are they considered celibate?

I could go on, as my mind has a tendency to race...but honestly I wish someone would clarify this for me.

I was thinking about how downright sad some of my sexual encounters have been...but sad in a fun way! When they happen I tell myself "oh this must happen to everyone!"....no SP...just you. You are THAT girl that high fives people after a love session. you are THAT girl who says "oh man, haha *awkward face* its like magic, you just made your fingers disappear...isn't this *double awkward face* nice." in the middle of an encounter.

I'll keep telling myself that its adorable and makes me more "real"...you dont have to correct me. I know the truth...I'm just really fucking bizarre. I'm pretty sure I was put on this earth to make others feel better about their "oopsie" moments.

Sooooo....
DID WE JUST HAVE SEX OR NOT??

Interesting.........

I suppose hetero sexual encounters and the steps or 'bases' are basically set, whereas lesbian sex, and probably gay men sex, have different rules.

From a male hetero point of view, I would say any 'skin to skin' genital or breast touching would be considered foreplay, including moving the g string to one side. any penetration with anything, Tongue, fingers, dildo, foot, whatever your pleasure, I would consider 'sex'.

Clothes on, it becomes 'fooling around'. You can fool around anywhere really, club, bus, lift.....

I don't know this for sure, since all the lesbians I know are fake lesbians. But, I'm pretty sure it only counts as lesbian sex, if an entire fist enters your vagina (baseballs bats too..obviously) . Everything is just girly shenanigans.

Also, there are some lesbians that don't go down on girls? What? I would kick them out of the league or whatever. Blackball those suckas.

Anyway, keep up the good work SP.

How one defines "SEX" in my opinion is all in your own perspective...

Foreplay = part of sex...

Petting = part of sex

Nipple play = part of sex

Orgasm = part of sex

What I'm trying to say is that "SEX" isn't necessarily clearly defined as any one particular act, it is only defined as to what you want it to be...

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Originally posted by Demodad68

How one defines "SEX" in my opinion is all in your own perspective...

Foreplay = part of sex...

Petting = part of sex

Nipple play = part of sex

Orgasm = part of sex

What I'm trying to say is that "SEX" isn't necessarily clearly defined as any one particular act, it is only defined as to what you want it to be...

Fist. In. Vagina.

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Originally posted by Honda_X

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Fist. In. Vagina.

Fist in vagina = Part of sex...

Sorry, forgot

Porn


I consider myself a young woman who can appreciate the visual form of arts/pleasure...also known as:
I love porn more than I should.



I really don't consider porn as something dirty, that should be swept under the rug. When I was a kid I was occasional caught stealing my fathers playboys and then was made to feel like it was bad. I'd get that stern look of oh you got busted touching yourself that I felt all too often..whatever. I guess I was just a body aware, curious child. I was told by my parents that I was tickling myself and that I shouldn't do it in public, that it was weird and rude. Words to live by.

But looking at the playboys didnt make me feel bad.
In fact, they made me feel very good.

Fast forward to today, where I have a healthy love affair with porn.

But I often find myself wondering things while enjoying a film...and I feel like I'm the only one.

Does anyone else, while watching lesbian porn, try and see if the chicks are really into it? If they actually know what they are doing? I just wanna know if they are real lesbians...not that it matters I suppose. I mean they clearly don't have an issue with going downtown, but I always watch how they kiss, or if their touches are awkward or forced...perhaps thats just me.

I also think when I see some scenes did this really happen? Of course I know the answer is generally, are you kidding SP...what group of 18 year old girls has a sleepover where they all end up naked and writhing together in bed?

But the answer I'm longing to hear is, yes it did, and the 18 year olds you are talking about live right down the street and they want you to come and play

Quote:

Originally posted by Sugarpie

... ...what group of 18 year old girls has a sleepover where they all end up naked and writhing together in bed?

ALL OF THEM, THAT'S WHAT GROUP!

(Some may slip in a little pillow fight at some point too)

Quote:

Originally posted by Sugarpie

Porn



Does anyone else, while watching lesbian porn, try and see if the chicks are really into it? If they actually know what they are doing? I just wanna know if they are real lesbians...not that it matters I suppose. I mean they clearly don't have an issue with going downtown, but I always watch how they kiss, or if their touches are awkward or forced...perhaps thats just me.

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I tend to find myself looking for facial expressions. I cant stand the fakeness and it truly kills any type of mood your in. Every once in a while there is a keeper when it comes to porn where its not faked and yes, even in pro porn, here and there you can actually see if the actors/ actresses are into one another, body language etc.

The moaning...the incessant moaning. Make it stop.

Good morning Internet friends. Got kinda a busy day today, but I'll try to make another whimsical entry later on.

Lets get this sexy show on the road.

Vagina...aka Honda's nightmare

Every vagina is different. Generally I'd follow that statement with "...and all are beautiful" but as my gynecologist pointed out one visit, "there is nothing beautiful about open sores and communicable diseases...healthy vaginas are beautiful." I suppose being in a profession where on any given day you could find yourself forearm deep in the herpes-speckled cooter of a stranger, it's easy to see how one might lose sight of the specialness of vagina's and become jaded.

Much like a fortune cookie, vagina's hide life lessons deep inside. When I was seven a vagina taught me that life is unpredictable and often at times uglier than we envision. Even at that age, I came to the all-too-adult notion that the universe has some fucked up ways of exposing us to it's truths. Very few moments in my childhood do I remember as vividly as my first encounter with another woman's genitals...please note: I do not say this with any sense of pride.

It was my first sleepover birthday at the house of one of the popular girls of elementary school. I couldn't contain my joy...all I had to do was not be weird.


Clearly, I was destined for failure.


What happened during the party is irreverent, so I won't bore you with details.

As the night began to wind down and the slumber bags were unrolled. As I wiggled my way deep inside the cocoon of cotton and polyester I felt satisfied...I had managed to survive the party without being labeled the weird girl.

The line between being conscious and drifting into the REM cycle was finally beginning to blur when a loud sound awoke me...it was a person coming down the stairs. Terrified that someone was breaking in, I shut my eyes as tight as I could and waited for them to leave.

That would have been a fine plan, had the stranger left promptly and not begun to walk around amongst the sleeping pre-teens. I could feel the footsteps march closer towards my beloved garfield sleeping bag until finally, the steps stopped. Peeking out between the web woven by sleep, I could make out that this stranger was standing above me...a foot at each of my ears. Now in legitimate fear for my life, my seven year old eyes opened as wide as they could to see my attacker and hopefully stave off death.

that's when it happened.
vaginatown.

Turns out my 'attacker' was also my friend's mother who had popped back in to check on us. Another fun turn of events was my friend's mother also appreciates the ease and comfort of pantie-less living. It's like that moment when you catch yourself staring into the sun...reason tells you that it's likely burning your retina and you should stop but some strange mixture of curiosity and self-loathing prevents you from doing that. Her vagina stared back at me and gave me a sideways smile.

It was the only time I've ever been horrified upon the sight of another womans genitals. Quite frankly...it's shocking i'm gay having such a traumatizing experience as my first vagina spotting. The entire ordeal proved to be a worthwhile one, for i did learn a valuable lesson that cold (but not cold enough for underwear) winter night. Metaphorically or otherwise, we all are blinded by unpleasant truths in life...it might be uncomfortable or painful momentarily but in the long run...it's just life, it's just a vagina.

I'm afraid Honda might go into convulsions after reading this one

Do most girls realize their vaginas are gross looking?



Nice blog entry.

That really is a well constructed and kind of mesmerizing story.

Very cool that you share these.

Thanks so much for sharing !

Oh Pie....that would have freaked me out too ! Some old woman's hairy cooter hanging over me like the wrath of the Devil himself. ( What did I do to deserve this ???) It would have traumatized me for years !!!

Did it give you nightmares for weeks afterward ?

My own experience with these things was a bit different ( don't cha know...heh), and far nicer in the aesthetics. Sort of set me up for greater curiousity when I got older. And realized that vag rules ! And I had the royalty of all smooth vaginas ! ( yeah me !)

Thanks for the migraine.