Peaches for days [LR]

Met Peaches yesterday afternoon (story and background on her at the link, and read the comments there), one on one for tea, where I showed her my clean STI test results (she knew immediately why), and then back to my place. Very long, very intense foreplay session, complete with a paddle, blindfold, nipple clamps, and an eventual butt plug, as she’d mentioned an interest in double penetration but had never used a butt plug during sex. Now she has.

And it was great. The kind of sex everyone craves and we sometimes don’t get. It’s smart to wrap it up. But it’s so much better bare. We hit a lot of positions, with me directing the show the whole time and her loving it.

I think most guys would rate Ms. Slav as being hotter. She is at the very least 10 years younger. Yet with Peaches, it was just intense. Extremely intense. We may just have a subconscious, sub-linguistic compatibility that Ms. Slav, for all her virtues, does not have with me.

After, I was exhausted and took a brief nap with her in my arms. Then Peaches opened up more about her husband… this wasn’t fun to hear, but I’ve had so many of those, “Oh, this is the side of women that women don’t emphasize” talks that they don’t elicit an emotional response from me anymore. They are just part of the game. The gap between the private narrative and public one is so wide. I think that’s why I like game blogs… I resisted starting one because I wasn’t sure I had enough material and because I knew that, if I started writing it, it would consume too much of my life. I was right on that second point.

With Peaches, I still can’t figure out why she married her husband. She might not be able to figure it out, either. Or it might be that chicks are random, a theme I discuss often. In this post, among many others. But I wasn’t highly analytical yesterday after sex.

That is what people call afternoon delight.

So delightful that I was still tired when I woke up this morning. I feel like I’ve not been on my best game at work. Sometimes after f**king, my mind is so crystal clear that I get everything done and throw off a ton of new ideas. Sometimes I’m still in that half-dream state and need to pull myself into the now. But I want to write this log entry before the feeling fades. This one is so memorable. It’s strange, what is memorable and what fades into the background.

When Peaches left she looked at me and said, “I needed that.” Probably my second-favorite thing to hear from a woman, right after, “Come inside me.”

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7 thoughts on “Peaches for days [LR]”

  1. First off… congrats on the conquest of Mt Peaches. Nicely done. Sounds like you could feel this one coming.

    >> Yet with Peaches, it was just intense. Extremely intense. We may just have a subconscious, sub-linguistic compatibility that Ms. Slav, for all her virtues, does not have with me.

    I love to hear this. I am still into notches. But what I really want… is intimacy and intense connection. All VIA SEX… I am not making an argument for “cuddling” here. But fucking her heart open as much as the rest of her. And for what that FEELS LIKE when it happens… it feels “all encompassing.”

    >> It’s smart to wrap it up. But it’s so much better bare.

    And here… my friend, is you inviting some woman to take over large areas of your life.

    Of course you will do as you please. As men, we make out own decisions.

    But “bare” vs FREEDOM… that is the easiest choice I ever make. And I make it over and over. Freedom. I am a wolf, not a rabbit. And I may choose to breed some day. But in the meantime… I don’t ever leave that up to the “integrity” of a “rabbit.”

    > Sometimes I’m still in that half-dream state and need to pull myself into the now. But I want to write this log entry before the feeling fades. This one is so memorable. It’s strange, what is memorable and what fades into the background.

    I almost never feel “clear” after sex, especially not after “good sex.” I’m “drunk” on chemicals.

    And I think this “fades” comment is basically the same thing. I try to take notes after a new lay, if I’m not going to write about it immediately. Because you’re right… it does “fade.” And that is (I assume) sex chemicals flooding/leaving your body. That’s why I feel “drunk.” And partly why some LRs are better… I wrote them while I was “fresh” and the “drunkness” comes through.

    Congrats again. Sounds awesome.

    And I assume there is recurring revenue here. Yes to that.

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    1. It’s always a bit uncertain with these things. I have written in various places about how group sex and non-monogamy is about exchanging value. But when I try to peel off a girl who is part of a couple, that is a kind of value steal that can backfire. And has backfired. So I never really know until I leap.

      It’s true that the risk is high. In the moment I still love it.

      It’s also true that I’m trying to figure out what the next phase of my dating and romantic life should look like. This phase has lasted something like ten years. And while I’m reluctant to dismantle the machine I’ve spent so long building, or let go the reputation I’ve been building, I’m not sure I want to keep going.

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  2. “I resisted starting one because I wasn’t sure I had enough material.” Wow, you were sure wrong about that!

    The game+group sex combo makes your blog pretty unique, unless there’s some hidden cache of such blogs I haven’t discovered yet.

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    1. Black Dragon does a little bit of this, but he also has a lot of low-quality posts on conferences and such.

      I wish I had kept better notes over the years, as I’m foggy about many details now. But I have also at times gone for pretty long periods with no or minimal parties. I do need to get on writing a book about how to combine the two and use one to leverage the other.

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