I am now convinced that sex is an art. There are so many dynamics to good sex and some we have already covered. Pick any artistic medium and you will find people who are just naturally gifted. Some become skilled through lots of practice. Good sex is a unique art, however, because proficiency and ability are not always understood. Obviously it’s a difficult subject to broach because like many arts, critiques are often taken as criticism. And when it comes to sexual critique, the levels of sensitivity are amplified tenfold. So sexual performance is typically not discussed which means sexual performance does not typically get better. Part of the game for a vixen is finding the lovers who are actually good in the art of sex. You may be surprised how many pretty faces don’t really know what they are doing in bed.
I have a story for you. But before we dive in, let me preface that I enjoy the lead up to sex almost as much as the act itself (okay, maybe not ‘as much’ if the guy is really good but you get my point). I think this is crucial, especially for my fellow vixens out there. It’s incredibly healthy to find and focus on the positives in life and love and sex, even when we are sometimes let down by one or even all those elements. The Bumble story may have been a bust but that doesn’t mean I don’t look back on parts of it and smile. The same with Mr. Three Thrust. While this next story is thankfully better than those others, it could easily have been relegated to a ‘meh’ encounter if I didn’t keep my eyes open for the positives.
I was at a training event.
It was going to be a few days at a hotel with people from all across my particular profession. There were a bunch of mock scenarios to help keep our skills fresh. I’ll be transparent here and admit I was not looking for there to be any Vixey experiences. I figured this was going to be a nice little work escape. But this is also why I love my open marriage so much. Because the surprises sometimes happen when you least expect them.
His name was Lucas. He was a peer leader with me in one of the groups we were managing. And ladies and gentleman, Lucas was straight up hot. There was no getting around the physical attraction I felt. What’s fun about this particular story is those feelings appeared to be mutual. The cues happened subtlety throughout our little training events.
We would pair off together to go discuss some important bit of strategy and end up leaning in close to hear over the noise. Our knees would touch. Hands would brush. I always loved this part of the game. FYI: flirting with a hot guy is a wonderful way to relieve stress during training events.
It was nearing the end of the week. Only two more days and then I’d be back home with a fun little flirtatious adventure to share with my stag. Little did I know there was going to be a bit more to the story.
We were sitting at one of the lounge tables, late into the evening. Everybody else had gone but Lucas and I had decided to hang back and go over the material we would need for the final day. It was just the two of us. Admittedly, he was kind of an awkward guy at times. So it was cute when he awkwardly asked if I wanted to continue going over the material in his room.
I knew EXACTLY what was about to happen. And the fun thing for me was actually pausing a moment to entertain the idea.
Did I want to fuck Lucas?
He checked the box for physical attraction. Emotional? Not so much. Our connection was really just surface deep but I really did like the situation. You see, we had some very strict (and silly) governance regarding the interaction of men and women at the event. Never mind we were all grown-ass adults. So, there was an admitted rush in the taboo of it. Kind of like when I sucked Romeo off in the closet.
Hmmm. Okay.
And you know what? It was.
The sex was okay.
Yep. Hate to kill your buzz, dear readers, but Lucas was not the GOAT. Let me be clear that I do not say that as a negative. I’m actually incredibly happy with my Lucas story because a few very positive things took place. I was able to have the kind of secret, policy-defying sex all the gossips in the lunch room fantasize about but never experience. I loved the confidence I felt in the decision to have this story. I didn’t feel like I needed Lucas to be a new stallion. This was just a fun story. And one of many to cum.
Now on to it, shall we?
We were through his hotel door and immediately kissing. His lips. His tongue. There was a heady rush to it all that made me wet and wanting more. I communicated as much by quickly beginning to strip off my work clothes. He did the same. This is not what it looks like in the movies. There was a bit of awkwardness in trying to drop the layers.
But I was soon naked and on his bed.
For his part, Lucas was a little above average in the size and girth department. Not the biggest I’ve had but certainly not the smallest. I spread my legs, beckoning his cock to slip inside me. And he was VERY eager to do so.
Lucas was an excited and excitable sexual partner. There was no attention to foreplay. We kissed and he parted the lips of my pussy with his dick. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him go to town, which he did with an almost reckless abandon. Not much finesse. A lot of very fast thrusting. Admittedly, I am not the biggest fan of jackrabbit sex.
He pounded away with everything he had and that’s when I realized Lucas just did not have much experience. Hm. It was a bit of a let down but I wasn’t about to give up on the poor guy. It just meant that Professor Vixey would be making an appearance. I was not some star-struck girl enraptured by his good looks. No. Lucas was going to be taught some important things about fucking a woman.
First: Control.
A capable lover controls the moment.
I used my grip on his hips to roll Lucas onto his back.
“God you are so fucking hot,” he groaned over and over again.
Yes. Admire my body. Play with my nipples. I eased down onto his stiff cock, taking him fully inside once again and rocking my hips to angle his tip towards my g-spot, where it should always have been. His hands settled on my ass. If he truly knew what to do, he might play with my ass a little bit to tease me, excite me. Instead he started gyrating again, pushing up against the rhythm of my sex.
Some of you guys may be confused because porn greatly simplifies sex. I’m not saying that is bad. Rather, we have to remember that porn misses the natural rev of a woman’s libido and jumps straight to the pounding drive of a man’s need to cum. That’s what Lucas was likely imitating. He wanted to pound away but neglected the build.
So, I showed him the rhythm.
I think If Lucas had a bit more self-control and a bit more self-awareness, our night could have been really good. I don’t mind taking the reigns sometimes to teach a man the nuances of pleasing a woman. Unfortunately, control was not on his side. He thrust fast and hard and then I felt him release deep inside of me.
Like I said, it was an okay experience. Not the greatest. Not the worst. If anything, Lucas shined a light on my own self-confidence. It is incredible to look back on my stories and see the progression. This is why I write. This is why I share. Beyond this being a means of capturing my adventures and thoughts, I also hope to correct some of the misconceptions surrounding sex and sexuality; topics like dick size, the feminine libido and how successful alternative marriages work.
Because if sex is an art, then I am having a great time being an artist.