Sex and Intoxication

The day has arrived for the Divas Plus One to take over the house. As I pass over the keys, I leave everyone with a true story and a few comments.

Sex and Intoxication

I wrote about being in a rock band and how quickly the groupies appear. Well, another profession that brings out groupies is, surprisingly, teaching.

When I was set to teach my first English Composition course in a university as a graduate teaching assistant, a fellow T.A., a female, informed me that as a somewhat decent looking male, I should know that half the females in any class I teach would be in love with me. I found that hard to believe, but in time, I found it to be at least partially true. Maybe not love, but at least lust. Apparently, that's just the way it is.

I left my graduate studies to teach at a Business College. It was the kind of place where people who get out of high school and don't want to go to college come to after they find out they need more business skills. Also, middle-aged people on rehab insurance getting retrained. So I had females from 18 to 55 or so.

And it wasn't long before some began hitting on me in that subtle, smiley, look-at-me-in-this-tight-dress way that is so female. But I couldn't see having an affair with a student in my class. It would have to be discreet, and females have a way of demonstrating that they own a man when they are secretly fucking him. As long as they were my students, in my classroom, they were off limits.

I taught a 20-week English class, a 10-week Business Writing Class, and a couple of others. In my first 20-week class, there was a 22-year-old woman who in a few weeks began making sure I noticed her. Sometimes she would make slightly suggestive comments, but nothing very overt. The class began in June and ended in October. Although I had thoughts about her now and then, it was only in the last couple of weeks that I began thinking seriously about her implied offer. She was curvy and voluptuous. Not a string-bean. She knew how to exude sexuality. And a guy without a girlfriend can only resist for so long.

The college held an annual Halloween Party with prizes for the best costume. My female roommate loaned me a dress, a bra, and some nylons, got our her makeup and worked around the beard I sported at that time. I put one of her scarves on my head. You should have seen me with lipstick and eye makeup, cuddly cute in scarve and beard. Maybe I'll find that photo some day and post it.

The women at the college went kind of wild when they saw me walk into the outside courtyeard where the party was. They kept trying to see if I was wearing any underwear with those nylons (I wasn't). I felt like Marilyn Monroe holding my dress down against the street fan of women. One middle-aged woman in her 50s even pinched my butt. My former student (the class had ended a week earlier) was talking with another female and looking my way, learing a bit, and when I walked up, they shut up and smiled. It was pretty obvious that they were talking about what she might do to me under that dress.

I won first prize, not surprisingly. I was very popular as a teacher because I went out of my way to make English interesting. You can imagine that half the students entering a 20-week, 3-hour-per-week English class involving grammar and spelling and such already hated the class. So I spent that first 3-hour class completely shattering the mold of every English class and English teacher they'd ever hated. I was passionate, made them laugh, demonstrated how everything I would teach them would have practical value. How important their language skills were and how they would be judged in the business world by how they used or misused the langauge.

I'd show them how important getting the right preposition was. You might think that They laughed at him when he came into the room was the same as They laughed at him when he came in the room. But one preposition expresses movement and the other signifies location. That's quite a difference. And if you don't know the difference, you may have co-workers laughing at you behind your back.

The students loved that kind of thing.

Anyway, after that Halloween Party it was time to go upstairs to the classrooms. It was end of day. An enclosed stairway led from the courtyard up to a door on the second floor. I followed this woman up the stairs and, noticing that no one else could hear me, I decided to make a move.

It's funny how knowing the horse you're betting on is going to win makes you bold. I said to her halfway up the stairs, "You know what I'd like?" She said, "What's that?" I said, "I'd like to feel your mouth on my cock."

I figured if I was going to cross the line, I might as well do it dramatically.

I heard an intake of breath. She stopped, turned, shot me a look, half surprise, half lust. We kissed hotly and briefly while no one was looking. I don't quite remember quite what was said after that other than we set the time two days later (she lived quite a distance away). Before leaving school she asked me, if she brought me a gift the next day, would I promise to wear it at school the day after, the day we were set to have our confidential liaison. I said sure.

The next day she brought me a pair of her black lace panties.

The day after I came to school wearing them. Ladies' panties don't quite fit the way men's underwear fit, I discovered. They don't take into account certain, uh, baggage. I haven't worn women's underwear since.

But she was excited about it. Women like to put a mark on you, ownership of a sort, even a secret ownership, and that was partly why she did it I think.

When we got to my house and into my bedroom, we stood kissing. I put my hand on the back of head and, for some reason, don't quite know why--perhaps it was the way she was kissing me--I grabbed a fistful of hair and squeezed. She liked that and whispered, "Thank God. I was hoping you wouldn't be weak."

Permission granted, sailor, to release some animal masculinity. So I squeezed harder, forcing her lips onto mine. She began rubbing my crotch. And after some serious kissing, I broke the kiss, saying, "On your knees. I want your mouth on me."

She dropped and began removing my pants. At first, she left the black panties on and started rubbing her face and mouth on the black silk. But not for long. She was hot for what had been promised.

She pulled the panties down to my ankles and ravished me with her mouth, lips, and tongue for several minutes. She had a fine mouth. I placed a foot on a nearby chair, giving her easier access, grabbed her by the hair, and showed just a little more animal masculinity.

Finally, I had enough. I pulled her up and stripped her down to her naked voluptuousness. She lay back on the bed and parted her legs. I licked the inside of her thighs and worked my way up. After getting all the responses I wanted parting her finely shaped blonde hair, I moved higher to her belly button, nipples, neck, and then kissed her on the mouth, sharing her taste with her.

I mounted her, holding her head to the pillow by her hair, because I quickly learned how she liked to nip my breast with her teeth as the intensity increased while thrusting inside her. She bucked and thrashed and growled and screamed and gnashed her teeth and finally shuddered from head to toe. We both had bruised pelvic bones.

Then coming full circle, I straddled her shoulders, cupped the back of her head and thrust into her mouth, first gently, then harder until I saw stars and nearly blacked out.

We had eight months of play before she graduated and left town for her new job.

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How do you feel right now? Is your heart pumping loudly in your ears? Are you moist or hard? Do you have some kind of intoxicating, horny substance coursing through your veins, heating your blood?

Isn't it amazing how little black squiggles on white can produce an effect in you similar to alcohol intoxication? Think about it. Don't you feel like you've ingested a shot of liquor or some other intoxicant? Something that warms your blood and distracts your attention?

What amazes me is how rare it is we warn our children about the dangerously intoxicating effects of sex. Schools teach the clinical aspects, but rarely do you hear of anyone talking about the drug-induced aspects of sex. How you lose your discrimination. And how, like alcohol, it can bring out strong emotional reactions like sexual jealousy.

I think that when a child is around age twelve, every responsible parent should have a talk with his or her child about the intoxicating effects and possibly dangerous consequences of indulging in sex before one had some experience and maturity in relationships.

What boys need to know

• Sexual excitement is intoxicating like alcohol. It will cloud your judgment, inhibit critical thinking, and make you do things that later you may regret.
• While sex is a very physical thing for a boy, it's a very emotional thing for a girl.
• Girls will ALWAYS attach more meaning to sex than boys will.
• You will, more often than not, cause emotional damage to girls you have sex with whenever you think you're just having sex.
• While schools will talk about STDs and pregnancy as dangers, and they are, no matter what kind of birth control you use, you need to know that girls form strong attachments when having sex with boys, and will almost always expect more from you than you realize.
• Girls will never tell you directly how deeply and emotional they feel about you. Any small endearment you give them they will amplify to mean something much more than you intend.
• You may learn quickly that girls can manipulate you with sexual intoxication. Some will purposely get you jealous so that you will fight other boys over them. Some girls find this entertaining. (thanks to silk at Just Breathe for this addition. original post here)
• Over-indulgence in sex can have some debilitating effects, just as over-indulgence in alcohol can.
• If you and your buddies simply see girls as objects for your sexual pleasure, then you are all real assholes. You will die alone, without any real friends.

What girls need to know

• Sexual excitement is intoxicating like alcohol. It will cloud your judgment, inhibit critical thinking, and make you do things that later you may regret. And the consequences for girls are usually more devastating than for boys.
• Sex carries profound emotional feelings with it, but boys DO NOT feel this. They are more detached from emotions than you are.
• Sex is a physical thing for boys, and once they climax, they will often feel embarrassed being intimate with you, and find some way to leave.
• Boys have little problem having sex with a girl and then forgetting about her and her feelings.
• Boys attach no meaning to sex other than the physical pleasure of it.
• Boys are very likely to see you simply as a sexual object for their gratification. They will be generally clueless and careless about your gratification.
• If you want to indugle in sex with a boy, you will have to be direct and explicit with him about anything you want beyond sex. Even then, a boy may not get what you're saying, or under the intoxicating effects of sex, tell you what you want to hear.
• Boys and girls usually don't really get a true and clear sense of themselves until they are in their mid-20s. Until then, you are more likely to misjudge the intentions of boys and what you really need or want.
• Boys do not have the maturity to handle your getting pregnant. And you don't want to be an only parent. Wait until you are able to handle sexual intoxication before getting into compromising sexual situations.
• Boys, even good ones whose judgment is clouded, will take advantage of you if you pass out at a party.
• Boys will never care about you more just because you give them sex. They are more likely to stop thinking about you once you've given in.
• There are plenty of boys, especially handsome and nice ones, who have bets about taking your virginity first, or trying to be the first to fuck 100 or 1000 girls. They will lie to you to have sex with you. You are just a number to them.
• If you engage in sex, demand that it be for your pleasure. But you may find that you're more likely to have this on your own than with a boy.
• Older men can be more fun and considerate, but that doesn't mean they're not still boys inside.
• You may learn quickly that you can manipulate boys with sexual intoxication. But be careful. You will sooner or later run into one who will be insecure enough to get violent when you tease. You can provoke violence when you tease.
• If a boy hits you, it's impossible for him to ever love you.

I think there are many topics here that the Divas may expand or contradict me on while they're minding the store. I only wish our schools had they same sense of needing to warn children about the intoxicating effects of sex the way they warn of the intoxicating effect of alcohol or drugs.

It's really just a powerful. As most of us know.

*** In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind. Nora Ephron

*** If you live in rock and roll, as I do, you see the reality of sex, of male lust and women being aroused by male lust. It attracts women. It doesn't repel them. Camille Paglia

*** I was never very interested in boys -- and there were plenty of them -- vying with one another to see how many famous women they would get into the hay. Bette Davis