Dirty Sex and Monogamy Is Lame, by Kiera (NSFW)
By Lance on Aug 5, 2010 in Featured, Relationships, Sex
This is a guest post from Kiera, who blogs at My Secret Hobby. I’ve been reading Kiera for awhile now and I love her stuff. What does she blog about? SEX and more SEX. Raw and unfiltered. I totally love this chick, she gets more play than a bar full of PUA’s. Her tagline is real simple: “The pursuit of cock.” What more is there to say? Enjoy this erotic encounter and then head over to her blog for more goodness.
While I was writing this guest post for Lance I received an drunken offer at 2:30 in the morning to meet up with an old fling… specifically, the guy whose virginity I took about two years ago. I rarely see him in person since he moved so we keep in touch through chat and webcam. Our conversations are always explicit and we always throw out offers to meet up but it never works out.
But this night, I really, really wanted it. I was amped up and ready to go. I’ve always wanted needed another go at his monster cock. He used to be quite the delicious mouthful and I wanted to show off all the talent my tongue had acquired.
So how could I pass up his offer?! Forget the fact that I’d have to sneak out of my house while my parents slept and drive their car 20 minutes away. Being the cockwhore that I am, I jumped in my car without hesitation, picked him up and had the best car sex of my 22 years of life. It was 2 hours of raw, sweaty and animalistic fucking. Even though I didn’t get spanked, he roughed it up enough. A few hard cockslaps to my face, the hair pulling, biting, and face-fucking, were all punctuated with huns and sweeties and I ate that shit up! And his hands…wow. I’d like to thank the girl that taught him to carry on no matter how much shaking and thrashing he’s causing. We were all over that car, so I’m sure there are ass prints on the dash, a sweaty body print on the ceiling, as well as jizz all over the back seat (sorry car, even when I beg for it, sometimes I just can’t catch it all). I still can’t find my underwear.
Why am I telling you this? I’ve got an usual hobby. I like to spend my free time in pursuit of cock. Yep that kind of cock… dong, wang, schlong, elephant trunk or whatever you want to call it. I’m not sure why I am so fascinated by them. They’re sexy, mysterious, powerful, masculine and addictive. I have little self control when it comes to matters of cock. I imagine it’s close to a nicotine or caffeine addiction. It’s just something that is always on my mind and something I have to have.
This pursuit of cock also means I’m unable to be physically monogamous. I can’t do it. I don’t believe in it. I believe sex can be unattached, care-free fun. That doesn’t mean it can’t be crazy and passionate, but there doesn’t have to be romantic or long-term feelings attached to it. Sex is like hugging a friend. You can hug your friends without romantic intention, so why not fuck them too?
My strong dislike of monogamy makes it difficult for me to maintain relationships with men. I simply cannot be monogamous for extended periods of time. Once the craving sets in, I have to go find a new cock to please. Since I know I’m eventually going to wander, it makes it even harder to emotionally settle into a relationship I know will fall apart.
But Kiera, you say. Just tell the guy, he’ll love it! As much as men think banging other people is conceptually fucking-A, I don’t think most guys can handle it. It’s cool when they get to bone all the girls but as soon as their lady has a turn it becomes an affront to their masculinity and they feel inadequate on all counts. I don’t get it. Why can’t I be in a trusting, respectful, sexually awesome relationship with a plaything or two on the side? Okay Kiera! Why not keep it a secret? Because I don’t want to have to lie. I’d rather be honest.
For me, it basically boils down to being a control thing. I don’t want my choice of who I sleep with made for me. The option to sleep with additional partners should always be available in any relationship. And maybe, just maybe, if I ever feel so committed and satisfied with one man, I’ll settle down and technically be monogamous with him, but it will never be a steadfast rule.
Am I just selfish? Am I a greedy cock hoarder? Am I lazy? Emotionally insensitive? Have I just not met the right guy? You tell me.


