Weekly Sex Tip #4
Each person is different, this is rule number one. So you have to get to know each partner. Some partners need gentle touches, others want rough angry sex. Here’s the key to my angry sex tip. What makes angry sex so hot? Passion.
If you’re having angry sex with someone you’re with somebody who knows how to push your buttons. That person is probably somebody who you’ve known for a while. Perhaps a spouse or a long term partner. Once in a while it’s a loathsome freak you’ve picked up and plan to hate fuck right from the beginning (no judgments, I’ve been there!). Now the disgust, anger, and hate have the adrenaline pumping and have you feeling alive! This is passion. Passion is the main ingredient in angry sex. It’s what takes the boring out of this rough romp in the hay. Funnel all the nasty feelings you have into your sex drive and voila! Men will have raging hard-ons and women will be as sensitive as a hairless kitty.
Now go for it. This is the time for rough facefucking, for thrusting dick into cunt like he’s a jackhammer trying to rip up the tarmac. Fuck one orgasm, let’s build a goddamn Egyptian pyramid. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. This is no time to be civil, get that nose in her cunt, dudes. Floss with her bush. Lick that asshole, ladies. Gag on his dick! This is Angry Sex, Hate Fucking for Lovers, Make-Up Sex, Break Up Sex, I Hate Your Guts Sex. Whatever you want, take it. You’re a beast! You’re an animal. You’re nothing but cock. You’re whole body is cunt.
Tired of him running his mouth? Grab him by the hair and sit on his face. Rub your cunt lips over him until he shuts the fuck up and pleasures you. Guys, bored of her whining? Fuck her so hard and deep that those whines turn to screams and her nails draw blood as she cums repeatedly.
Oh your partner is a darling, you say? No way to rile him or her up? Well, here’s an angry sex tip newsflash.
Well, fuck that. Pick a fight. Steal his dinner. Lock her out. Forget to pick her up. Bring the neighbor’s panties into the apartment by accident from the laundry room. Yell at your partner in public (that might lead not only to hate sex, but to public sex, throw in a voyeur or two and you have the trifecta).
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An ongoing study into the psycho psychology of my own girlfriend
Humiliating your girlfriend takes a certain knack and skill because it is no small feat. You have to warm her up to the idea of it. One of the best and most certain ways is to have a massive fight with her in public where she behaves like an absolute bitch. If she embarrasses you or herself enough, going way over the line of normalcy, you’re in business for her humiliation later. The more she yells and screams at you, the more her eyes go narrow and her brow furrows, the more she smacks and slaps you, the more her cheeks go red and her hands tremble, then the more you can destroy her with cock in a moment — just be patient, her tirade will eventually end. You should already feel excited knowing she will be balls deep on you soon. I mean, after an argument, what’s the best thing? Certainly the make-up sex. She will want t o make sure she hasn’t lost you after treating you like shit in public and she will feel like she deserves to be punished. All you now have to do is step up to the dish and do it.
I push my cock into her , skipping her slutty cunt, and going straight into her ass and pushing through her resistance. She screams out in pain — no lube, just saliva on cock. I get about half in standing behind her and whispering into her ear, “That’s enough, whore. Get back over here and taste your own ass.”
“No. What do I look like a porn star?” I eye her naked ass out in public.
“You’re right, I’m going back up to the street.”
“No. Stay,” she says as she goes down to her knees in front of me again. “I’m sorry,” she says then opens wide and swallows the taste of her own ass. I see something catch her eye. I turn and someone is watching her. After I turn he looks down and walks away.
You can get your girl to do this too. After a fight she will feel quite insecure and be up for just about everything. After the sex you are calm and reunited. It’s glue and you can use it to your advantage. It can repair bad relationships, solve disagreements, and put everyone back in their place. It’s make up sex and its most intense and there is no shame in being the sub nor the master. Push the envelop and have some fun!
- Strip in public
- Anal sex in public
- BJ in public
- Ass to Mouth
- Human Toilet
- Face in the Toilet
- Eat her best friend’s ass while you watch
- and anything else you can dream up
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Getting along with your partner can be difficult
It’s been a long day. Things aren’t all fun and games anymore. There’s a child to raise, a cat to keep alive, an apartment to take care of, friends to entertain, parents to acquiesce. It’s not all erotica. But it’s Saturday night and she’s laying face down on the love seat with her little panties riding up the crack of her ass. I get on her and rub her back and neck, which she loves. This always results in a very romantic session with lots of kissing and pussy-eating. I move from her neck to her feet. I rub her feet. After I hear lots of moaning, I start to rub her ass cheeks. She suddenly gets up and announces, “I’m going to sleep!”
Personally, and maybe I’m biased, I think my life is just lame. Oops, Freudian slip. I meant to say that I think my wife is lame. I mean she’s pretty nice and easy going when things are going well, gives some of the best head out there (there’s a lot of awful head out there), but she’s a raging cunt when she’s angry and she makes the same mistakes over and over again. All I want is a slight learning curve. Oh, and a steady diet of sex.
Is that too much to ask?
I don’t say that with sarcasm or bitterness. I’m really asking. What’s a healthy amount of sex for a couple laced with a zillion other needling responsibilities?
There’s a great scene in Annie Hall by Woody Allen that has a man and a woman each talking privately to their psychologists. They are both complaining about the their marriage and the psychologists ask how often they have sex. One considers it “Hardly Ever” and the other “Constantly” and they both say “three times a week”.
So how does a couple reconcile these massively different perceptions?
Make Sure You Learn What Turns Your Woman On
Whether you need to write it on your hand, keep a notebook handy, or what, learn and use what gets your woman going. It may be as simple as prancing around with your big cock out or as subtle as rubbing the inside of her elbow, or it may require a complex algorithm of dinner, music, lighting, and writing poetry together. Each woman is different and you need to study yours and map out her pleasure centers emotionally, mentally, and physically. Remain open and flexible to changes in your relationship. The very worst thing couples can do, even couples with spectacular sex lives, is get in a rut. Boredom is the enemy. Keep it fresh and lively.
Use toys and sluttify her but also be romantic and charm her. You have to keep her guessing. Keep her excited. Keep unlocking aspects of her that are tightly locked away. Make her into everything that she’s dreamed but is too scared to be.
- rub her feet
- stroke her hair
- rub the back of her neck
Don’t (when being romantic — you’ll get your chance at another time)
- suddenly grab her tits
- shove her head to make her get on her knees
My wife was laying face down on the ottoman. I rubbed each foot for ten minutes, then I caressed her back. She moaned as I got to the back of her neck and I thought soon I’d be stretching that pussy. She got up suddenly and walked out of the room, murmuring, “I’m going to sleep.”
She definitely is lame. I feel like I’m getting out of the line of crazy fire most days. I mean, as soon as I walk outside I see hot women in sundresses with their big tits on display, and girls with long legs walking in their hot pants and short skirts. The more she doesn’t give up her ass nor kneel and suck the more I flirt, smile, and make jokes with all these springtime sexpots. I’m trying not to cheat but this girl of mine is a grumpy pain in the ass. I love to complain but this is just wrong. There’s nothing about this that is better than single life. Nothing.
The Consequence is Rough Fucking
This leads me to get angry so that when she finally acquiesces and fucks me I’ll be quite rough with her throat, gagging her brutally, and then write Dumb Asian Fuck Toy on her chest and Holes to Use on her belly and Ugly Bukkake Slut on her ass. Also I will write Fuck Pig #129 on her. Why #129? Because I’ve written on 128 fuckpigs before her. The funny thing between my wife and I is that compared to how many men she’s fucked in her lifetime, I’ve fucked more women up the ass.
Too bad, slut
She doesn’t like being called an Asian Fuck Pig for some reason. She covers her ears when I say it but still spreads her legs and tells me how big it is while she orgasms, grinding her pussy against me. All this pent up sexual frustration is hammering away at her cunt.
So this is the deal: a temperamental woman who is a prude and a slut and a brain that is getting overly-sexed up an unable to deal with rain checks. It certainly could be worse.
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Don’t worry, it’s just art?
Where does sexual addiction begin and end?
About a year ago my wife told me that I had to get help for sexual addiction
Three books on the subject of sexual addiction and one luscious month later, I was admitting that I most certainly was an addict. Unfortunately I was admitting this mostly to rooms full of drunk chicks who were hardly condemning me. They’d laugh. My pussy addiction was on the table. They thought it was charming. Like a weird quirk. What they seemed to hear was if you’re lonely, and you have a cunt, then I’m the chap for you tonight. I got a significant bump in one night stands. This made my goomad angry. To put you in my frame of mind in those days, consider this: I had no qualms about cheating on my wife, but somehow I felt guilty cheating on the broad I was banging on the side. I mean she was blowing me in my bar (I mean in front of people), taking it up the ass, cooking dinners for me, and buying me presents. She knew I had a wife, but still. Fucking other girls 20 years younger than me and announcing my sex addiction wasn’t all that thrilling for her. She temporarily broke up with me. The she came back. My wife was telling me that I needed to find a psychologist. She knew something was fishy. Perhaps she could smell it on my dick. My wife was a royal pain in the ass. I mean this literally. Although she didn’t come from wealth her cultural upbringing taught her to act like a princess. This is common in Korea, they call the syndrome gong-ju-pyeong (공주병), meaning she has the princess disease. I would call her a diva. But seriously, was any piece of ass so good it could act like a diva? Absolutely not. I had little room to criticize her though because I was acting like a dick with a slew of bar rats I could fuck when I pleased, a Chinese puttana on the side, and a few girls I was actively chasing. Plus I had just had a very public embarrassment thanks to my ex-girlfriend-on-the-side. I was definitely a habitual womanizer. That was clear. Addiction? I wasn’t convinced, but my wife was. That meant I was at least exploring what it meant to be an addict.
The Checklist (taken from AAMFT):
- Compulsive masturbation
- Simultaneous or repeated sequential affairs
- Cybersex, phone sex
- Multiple anonymous partners
- Unsafe sexual activity
- Partner objectification/demand for sex
- Strip clubs and adult bookstores
- Use of prostitution/escorts
- Sexual aversion/anorexia
- Frequenting massage parlors
- Sexual paraphilias (a need for unusual sexual stimulation) and/or any sexually offensive behavior
Yep, check. I masturbated almost every night before bed “just to help me sleep.” I’ve already stated I’ve had sequential affairs, multiple affairs, affairs sprouting off the affairs — following my affairs was harder than charting a Gabriel Garcia Marquez character tree. Pornography, oh yeah. I watched it, curated it, archived it, hell I even made it. Cybersex, awesome! Phone sex didn’t scratch the itch but that only made me believe more that it would. Multiple anonymous partners? This one is hard for me to quantify. What makes a person anonymous? I never had my dick sucked through a glory hole but I have fucked women whose names I will never know. I’m going to answer maybe yes to that one. Unsafe sexual activity is a definite yes. Where do I begin on that one? No condoms most of the time. Jizzing in girls, fucking asses, having MFFs with bar girls, fucking in public, fucking in public in foreign countries where the locals, and often the police, are pretty hostile to foreigners — especially to white guys who are perceived as rice dick superior and pussy robbers (yes, I know I’m technically not white, but I look white so for this case then I’m white or white enough to get my ass kicked by a night stick). I called my girls cumpigs, whores, pieces of shit, and shoved their heads in toilets, under sinks, and put them in pig masks. Yeah, I suppose you could say I objectified women. I demanded sex. I never forced a girl. Never. That’s not me at all (women are too easy to ever consider that). But I certainly coerced a girl or two into sex or anal or face fucking or sharing when that wasn’t really what she was into. I mean, hell, to be honest, when a 30-year-old is seducing a 20-year-old the power structure is already all fucked up. That’s already coercion. I’m not complaining. I’m just saying it like it is. Strip clubs, never. Not my thing. Why not? Don’t know but probably too much facade and not enough fucking. Prostitutes, not in the Western sense of the word but definitely in the Asian sense of the word. Is it my fault that while shopping in Manila’s Mega Mall all the girls I picked up (what I had thought honestly) where professionals on some level? It’s not my fault. They were all “professionals” to varying degrees–even the hotel managers, the clothing sales girls, and the nurses. The nurses where whores! How could I possibly win? What’s next? I don’t have any sexual aversion/anorexia. I love massage parlors. I mean I live in Thailand for months at a time. And I certainly love sexual paraphilias (see a long list pf paraphilias here — I enjoy 1/4 to 1/2 of these). My list of fetishes is getting longer by the day but here’s a short list: latex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sadism, plus I love sexual paraphernalia like dildos, anal plugs, and mountains of fake jizz to spray all over my partners.
Okay, I admit it. I admit it even when sober.
I’m a sex addict.
This admission led to a massive resurgence in my literary artwork. It’s funny. You may think that I’d have to drop porn and erotica but it was the opposite. I was engaging in really dangerous behavior that was jeopardizing my marriage, my business, and pretty much everything in my life. By focusing my energies on erotica I was able to make my addiction conform to me and my wife’s needs instead of my addiction making me conform to it. It was kind of like writing hardcore porn was allowing me to take my inner thoughts that I’d go to great (and often destructive lengths) to act out on people, put them in a trash bag, and take them to the curb for the men in thick gloves to throw in the garbage truck.
The lingering question for me has been where does the addiction begin and end. This is no easy question to answer. It seems to me that the very nature of addiction is a certain incompleteness to any bbehaviorthat then leads to repetition to achieve an increasingly impossible to occur satisfaction. My addiction was rooted in both sex and sensualism. I was addicted to feeling loved and having a submissive sexual partner. My wife was a wonderful lover and my equal. That left a part of my desires unfulfilled. I filled the lack by finding co-eds who came to my bar and using them for sex. It was wonderful! I had gorgeous young things kneeling down and sucking dick, giving me deepthroat with heads hanging off the bed, trying anal sex for the first time, and having sex in public. I wanted to cultivate these relationships but I couldn’t. I had a wife and a child and cheating was a total mess. It was causing me to lose control of running my bar and business, the financial lifeline to my family. Also, I was emotionally destroying these young girls who were in a relationship with a completely uneven power structure and thus falling in love with me. I was hurting them. I hurt one so badly that she landed in the hospital to get her slashed wrist surgically repaired.
Thanks to my wife’s pleading I made a change. I ceased the actual behavior that was hurting my wife and me and moved on to creating a vibrant sex life in reality. I stopped cheating. Cheating was the root of the ongoing sexual addiction. That was what was breaking our trust and making me rush to fuck other girls which then left me unsatisfied which made me search out new conquests which furthered the alienation which meant I needed more, more, more. I had identified the root cause and snipped it off like a hanging dingleberry. Reconnecting with my wife was actually quite a bit of fun (and I give her a ton of credit for investing in me). However, cutting the root problem didn’t solve all the addictive, compulsive feelings I had been building for years. Those feeling and compulsions had to go somewhere. That’s where writing became essential.
It was okay to pour all these emotions into my writing. I started with a kind of “secret journal” which became the Book of Real & Imaginary Girlfriends and then went on to write a psycho-thriller that explores some of the fetishes, mind control, and emotional turmoil that I had been experiencing and causing.
By writing these experiences I was getting therapy. My life started to make more sense. The fighting and crying scenes with my wife melted away. I started to devote myself to her sexually and made more efforts to please her. I noticed that there was a lot of things that I thought I didn’t like about her that I could fix because actually the root cause was my sexual addiction. It was quite a revelation. Trust me, we still have all kinds of problems, but the game-changers have been corrected so now we can talk and work on our problems. Family is amazing. It has become very important to me. I may have missed that if I didn’t admit my problems.
The days of single debauchery have abated, but the thoughts make for titillating reading and writing. I find myself in a case of having my cake and eating it too. My writing is like an emotional archiving of abnormal psychology, fetishism, and sexual addiction. Some people consider this taboo, but I counter that this is healthy. This is purging. This is taking my trash to the corner and then noticing that some pawn stars like the things I consider trash and want to sell them.
So to all the prudes, frigid faces, and hardcore erotica condemners I say, “Don’t worry, it’s just art!”