As you approach the lips massage around it and massage her clit to get her juices going. After you spend a short amount of time doing that move in slowly with a single finger at first.

Instead of making the mistake that most guys make by going in and out as fast as they can, you will win over the girl by going slow. Feel around slowly with your finger. Make sure to touch and focus on the g-spot which is located about two inches deep on the roof of the vagina towards her bellybutton. Focus going back and forth around there and speed up. Vary your speed the whole time and slowly make your way to using two fingers. As you use two fingers, put them together at the tips so it makes almost like one big finger. Put your fingers inside then twist them and move the top fingertip to the bottom and the bottom to the top.

When you’re doing this you should move in and out varying your depth and also take your fingers out completely once in awhile to rub her clit. Hopefully, in no time you will get the signal to use something else rather than your finger. Good luck.

I heard from the girl in accounting, who comes here every weekend, that on Friday evenings after the business district clears, all the hot young men pour into the Roxy.  She comes every weekend, and always has wild stories to whisper in the coffee room on Monday.  That’s why I’m here tonight, friendless.  I’m feeling predatory.

There’s a guy in worn dark denim and an untucked white button-down at the bar with whom I’ve been trying to make eye-contact all night.

He might be here alone as well, which would be perfect.  No awkward partings at the end of the night as friends plot the logistics of getting home, just two people with the same idea when the lights come on.  I think about guiding his hands, of biting his lip.  I arch my back and straighten my dress over my hips as I approach.

“My name’s Lola,” I lie sidling up to the bar beside him.  “Can I buy you a fresh glass of whatever you’re drinking?”

That’s all good, right? Well, call me crazy, but there’s something about it that irks me. Not him though. He’s easily pleased. Sex is good if there’s lots of it- the more the better. For him, like for most guys, it’s the quantity that counts. I like lots of sex too, don’t get me wrong, but quantity is not all. Hot passionate quickies are great, but in my ideal (and non-existent) world, they are mixed together with affectionate, loving and caring sex that makes you feel that yes, you are one hot piece of ass, but he cares about you in other ways too.

When I talk with my girlfriends about sex, I often hear them complain about the same thing. Their sex lives lack affection. Their guys are happy if they are getting oodles of sex, simple as that. The women

expect a tad more. For them to be happy, there has to be lots of emotion and affection in the sexual relationship.In a nutshell, women want to have sex for love and intimacy, to feel understood, validated and cared for. Hey, red-hot quick and dirty sex is great, but for women, at least the ones I know, there’s got to be, at least from time to time, some sweet, loving and caring sex. She likes to be reminded that the guy she’s with thinks about her in ways that go just a little beyond her ass. Quick and dirty only goes so far for her. For guys, well, what can I say? Sex is a bodily function for them. They want sex to”release sexual tension.”

Of course, it’s possible that men simply think that sex is the same as affection. But I doubt it. I think I’m going to give sex with a woman a try.

Not so. My favorite woman lover phones me when she’s horny. When that’s the case we meet, usually at my boyfriend’s place. As soon as I open the door, her lips are locked onto mine. She starts ripping off my clothes and kissing me all over. Necking, we make our way to my boyfriend’s bed. She pulls me in, on top of her. She guides me down to her breasts, her stomach, down to her pussy.

She pushes my face into those soft, wet folds, and I lick her till she moans with pleasure. Then, I swing my hips around and plant my pussy on her mouth. We lick and bite and suck, our breasts rubbing, our pussies grinding into each other’s face. Afterwards, she kisses my face and mouth, which are dripping with her juices. Still on my stomach, she slides underneath me and starts licking me. When I am just about to come, she puts on her strap-on and starts doing me from behind, kissing my neck, rubbing her tits on my back while at it. I love it and it does not take long before she makes me scream with orgasmic pleasure.

Then, we lie down together to have a drink of wine in my boyfriend’s bed. Then she gives me a quick peck on the cheek, and she’s off. The whole thing takes an hour tops. It is hot, passionate, and quick. No terms of endearment, no sweet nothings. Just full-on, hard sex.

Of course there are women who do want lots of time, affection and warmth too. Take my other girl lover for example. She loves lengthy foreplay, lots of talking, touching and kissing before getting down to it. I’ll tell you about her next time. But still, I figure the theory that men want hard sex while women are looking for lots of emotion and affection in their sex lives is wrong. I think my man was right all along- how we like it depends more on the kind of person we are than on our gender.

fter visiting a few other places, we ended up at one of the rougher bars. A huge stage right smack in the middle, girls dancing on stage, while other girls were going around enticing people to come upstairs for a private lap dance. Most of ‘m looked menacing. One woman leaned over to me very, very closely to invite me to come up with her for a private lap dance. That just about scared the living daylight out of me.

On a positive note though, most women had natural looking bodies. Before that, we had been to one bar in which the girls looked like Barbie dolls, not real women. Platinum blond hair, huge fake tits, tiny bodies, tons of make-up. One of these disproportionate and surreal looking chicks danced and stripped while we were there, staring an empty gaze at the sparse, all male audience (although- when she took off, wrapped in a blanket, she turned back, smiled and winked at me.

Maybe because I was the only woman in the audience? I don’t know but I did like it). In any event, back to the raunchy bar. These girls might not have been as “pretty” by “objective” or traditional standards, but I liked their naturalness. Some of them were quite curvy, they had breasts that matched the size of their bodies and they even had a variety of hair colors. One woman caught my eye. It was later in the evening. She was a petite, dark haired woman in a pink outfit. She noticed me and came right over. Talking to my boyfriend but looking straight at me, she said: “Would you like to come upstairs? I love women.” I agreed to come with her. She held my hand as we walked upstairs, gently stroking it. We entered a small room and she sat me down on the couch. She pushed my feet apart, opening my legs. Then she pulled up my top and started to kiss my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples. She kissed her way up to my mouth and French kissed me while rubbing her own naked breasts up against my own. Our nipples hardened in the rubbing. I made my way down to them, kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples. Her hands were all over me and she played with my pussy through my jeans. Then we kissed again, holding onto each other tightly, our breasts rubbing together again, with those rock hard nipples.

My boyfriend was there the whole time, watching in awe as this “lap dance” went on. It was more erotic, sensuous and electrifying than I had ever imagined. And we are still undecided as to who was turned on the most- the dancer, my guy or me.

As a woman, I can honestly say that sex with a woman is fantastic. I love it. I also think that we should be very free with sex. Just draw the line at goats.

We all collect at someone’s house who happens to live in the area, and start drinking and catching up on the last three years or so. Then we head out to find the “night life” in Akron. Yeah. That was a real fucking blast. It was like looking for the clean part of a dirty ass.

As we are leaving a bar, an attractive young girl with two other girls and a guy walk by me.

As she walks by,

I say,“Hey, you want to go to a wedding with me tomorrow?”

She stops, looks me up and down, and replies, “Maybe. Where are you guys going right now?”

Bingo. “Anywhere you are.”

“You can come with us,” she motions to her friends getting into a taxi, “we’re going to get something to eat.”

“Don’t offer if you’re not serious.”

“I’m very serious. Come with me.” I wish I could bottle the seductive look she gave me.

I hop into the car with them, don’t even say goodbye to my friends, and head off. We go to some shit-hole bar/restaurant, and actually have a great time. The girl who invited me along, her name is, I shit you not, Janet Jackson, turns out to be very cool (and very into me), and her friends are pretty funny too. I’ve got the perfect amount of alcohol in me, so I’m lighting the table up with jokes about our waitress, who was obviously coked-out, the Akron night life, and the other single girl at the table, who told me that, and I quote, “My boyfriend is with his wife tonight.”

Eating time over, we get into another taxi, and I don’t really pay attention to what’s going on until we pull into the driveway of a house. Janet turns to me and says, “You’re getting out with me.” Okay. We get to her bedroom, she puts on Indigo Girls or Abba or something, lights about six candles, and well, it was a very, very nice night.

The next morning I wake up at 9am, and call up Reilly to find out when and where the pre-wedding golf game is supposed to be that morning. He gives me directions, and I wake Janet up. As she is getting ready, she asks me to write down my number so that she can call me that night to meet up again.

I cannot find a pen in her room, so I venture out to the other rooms on the top floor. No pens, but the rooms are filled with toys, coloring books, very small beds, Powerpuff curtains…oh no.

“Do you have kids?” I ask.

“Yes, but they’re with their dad this weekend.”

Relieved, I search the rest of the house, and cannot, for the life of me, find anything normal to write with.

I end up writing my number…on a piece of yellow construction paper…with a red crayon…that I found in her daughter’s room.

I hate myself.

So this woman, my newest woman lover Nancy, is, as any cougar worthy of the name, of “a certain age.” Like myself. She was few pounds too heavy, but a cute face. And turns out she’s one of the most enthusiastic lovers I’ve ever had. We went out for a drink, and then we went to her house. We had another glass of wine, and after that, she came over to me. Slowly. Took my top of, started rubbing my breasts. Kissing me. Slowly took off my jeans to kiss and lick her way down. All the while her man and my own guy were watching, their erections bulging in their pants.

She talked dirty the whole time, telling me how good my body felt, how she loved how I squeezed her nipples, how good it felt to rub herself against me.

Her man left the room for a few moments to come back with Nancy’s strap-on. She slowly strapped it on and did me right there on the floor of the living room. Still have a huge carpet burn as a result. Well worth it though.

As the evening wore on, we continued kissing, rubbing, sucking, licking and using the strap-on in all sorts of ways. She went on and on, tirelessly making love to me, kissing me, pleasing me, and making me come over and over. After, spent and satisfied, but longing for cock, I asked my man to come over to me. We had quick, wild, and brutish sex. Then, by 4:00 am, we left my latest catch’s home and went home. In bed by 5:00 to wake up with a major hangover but without regrets.

I know I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. Girl on girl sex is great. I love it. Having said that, nothing beats a cock either. I guess what it comes down to is that I love getting it. From a man as much as from a woman.