Worktime Flirtations

So, I work at a dining hall on campus, which is one of the most miserable jobs out there. Most of my coworkers don't last past a single semester, and I am currently on my third year there, making me one of the longest lasting student employees. My coworkers can't figure out how I'm still here, and there is only one real reason as to why I've managed to stick it out so long - massive flirtation.

Yes, I flirt with my coworkers to keep myself from getting bored. At the beginning of the semester, I tend to choose one or two cute gentlemen from either the kitchens or the dish room, and proceed to flirt outrageously until the end of the semester. Currently, I have two young gents who I chat with on a regular basis, and it has made things a lot more interesting.


The first young lad is actually about 5 years my senior, a Computer Science grad student who came here from Chennai. He is beyond adorable, and incredibly shy. When I first started talking to him I thought he hated me because he only gave one word answers, but I soon discovered that he has a stutter, which I only found more endearing. I have to resist the urge to hug him all the time.

The other young gent that I chat with is young, being 18. Normally I wouldn't flirt with someone younger than me, but he is the first person to respond to my innuendo with his own dirty jokes, and so I cannot help myself. It is so much fun to talk with someone who is quick on his feet, and he has endeared himself to me. It also helps that he managed to get one of the adult chefs to leave me alone (he kept harassing any students who he saw me chatting with, since he randomly decided that he had "claimed me"). I'm thinking of rewarding him with an all expenses paid trip to a strip club, as every young man needs a girl to give him a lap dance.

Water Brothers

I finally got around to reading Stranger in a Strange Land, lent to me by my good friend Mr. M, who is always willing to help me out. For those not in the know, Stranger in a Strange Land is written by Robert Heinlein, one of the greatest science fiction writers of all time, and is not only a very well known book in the sci-fi community, but it is also one of the most talked about books in the polyamory community, a fact which I teased my professor about extensively.

I always considered myself somewhat polyamorous, and I deeply enjoy the thought of releasing oneself from the rigid rules of society and allowing yourself to open up to the powers that immense, nonjudgmental love could bring. I thoroughly enjoyed the whole "water brothers" aspect of the novel, and I wish that there was a way in which we could grow like that as a community. Not just in the free love aspect, but more importantly in the undying bonds of brotherhood aspect. However, Heinlein's book was a little too rigid for me, in that the men were in the positions of authority while the women, while highly capable of receiving the teachings and gaining spiritual power, still seemed to exist solely to please and seduce the men of the book. I may be a submissive, but there is a difference between being a submissive sexually and being seen as submissive in all other roles of life. All in all, I think there are other books dealing with sexuality which I prefer.

I guess I'm less of a "Triad" girl



And more of an "All My Lovers" girl instead

The Hippy

My first sexual partner, and really my first actual boyfriend, was a guy I'll refer to as The Hippy. We met in high school senior year, and then went to the same college. We fooled around a fair bit, but ended up waiting over a year before we had sex. This may have partially been my fault, as I had told him at the beginning of our relationship that he better not expect to get me into bed as quickly as he did his ex (they started having sex after 2 weeks of dating, and I wasn't gonna deal with that), and I think I might have scared him from asking me later in the relationship because of my no nonsense attitude towards things at the beginning. I could have brought the subject up, but to be honest I originally dated The Hippy simply because he asked me out, and I stayed dating him because he didn't dump me (I know, not the best reason to be with someone). Hippy and I ended up dating for 2 1/2 years, though we rarely ever had sex, which says something about my general lack of feelings towards him.

My first time with Hippy was not a pleasant experience. Both of us were nervous, and as a result of said nervousness, he was not able to focus on the task at hand, making Mr Happy not so very happy. I would like to say that I was very understanding of the situation, as I was nervous as well, but he felt insecure and tried to say that he couldn't stay aroused because I was "doing it wrong". How a female can not perform correctly in the Missionary position is beyond me, but that was his story and he was sticking to it. We had sex a few times after that, but I just couldn't bring myself to enjoy it, and after about a month I asked him if we could stop, and for the last year and a half of our relationship we might of had sex about 5 times, all of them unsatisfying on my part.

And so my sexual life began on a rather sad note, but fear not, for the next lovers in my life more than made up for this bad start.

The Beginning

I have been blessed with some wonderful intimate partners over the course of my life, but I have also had some particularly lackluster ones as well. Instead of just brushing these bad partners off as being merely a bad pick or taking the wonderful lovers for granted by seeing them as a "lucky choice", I have chosen to look at each one as being part of some grand lesson from which I will hopefully grow and improve as a person and as a positive sexual being.

Since I feel like it, I figure it might be nice to write about my lovers from past to present, a form of sexual timeline if you will. Names will be changed to protect the not so innocent, and I will do my best to make these stories as interesting as possible. This could also be a sort of character bio, helping me give background information for the lovers that end up in posts about my sexual romps and all sorts of sordid tales.

My Buddy's Back!

So around one and a half months ago my good friend V left San Diego to visit India due to a family illness. Luckily everyone was okay, but as a result from this family scare V was gone for a very long time, making me miss him an incredible amount. But this is a time for rejoicing, for as of Monday V is back home where he belongs!!

Now, I say that V is a friend, but he is really a friend with benefits, but he's the kind with the benefits I actually benefit from. That's not to say I don't enjoy the time spent with my other friends with benefits, but their benefits tend to only be sex, whereas V is a lot more than that. First of all, he and I have never had actual sex, our physical interactions have been limited so far to kissing and touching. But oh how that boy touches! He is by far the most attentive lover I have ever had, refusing to let me take care of him until he knows that I have been completely satisfied. And oh how I am satisfied. That man really knows how to care for a woman. I can only wonder how things will be when we finally decide to make the next step and fully experience each other.

Why I Don't Like Some Acts

I do not like people going down on me. When I first became sexually active receiving oral was just a slightly awkward act that my boyfriend wanted to do on occasion, and I let him because I kept being told that both partners should be willing to give and receive oral, and I loved giving blow jobs, so I thought it would only be fair to let him do things too. I knew it felt kind of uncomfortable for me, but I always brushed it off to a mixture of his inexperience and my last shreds of puritanical modesty. I always thought myself lucky that he didn't offer to go down very often, and when my female friends would talk about how much they loved it I would secretly wonder if there was something wrong with me.

But in the past year or so I have ended up at the point where I cannot let a man go down on me at all. The last few times a partner has tried to perform orally I have either cried or ending up kicking him so he'd stop, most of the time doing both. I can't really determine why I react this way, as I don't really know of anything that has happened which would make me now feel this way about this particular act. Maybe it has something to do with being in a very negative relationship awhile back? Who knows. All I know is that as far as I'm concerned, not all types of receiving are as good as giving.

Stereotypes are LIES

You know how people say that penis length is often determined by the male's ethnicity? That my friends, is an outright lie.

I went on a date with this guy a few nights ago, and was rather looking forward to how the night's activities may procede. This was my first date with a black man, and all of my lady friends promised that the whole "once you go black" saying was not a stereotype, but fact. Through dating Indian men I knew the Asian stereotype was a load of bull, but I was curious if this would be a different case, or if I had just gotten used to average sized penises and would be blown away by how large a large one could be.

I was disappointed ladies and gentleman. I would say that his package was average, but it was thin, which is the opposite of what a girl would want!! He and I still had a fun time, but I was a little bummed out due to unmet expectations. A part of me felt guilty, but the other part of me felt like a victim of false advertising. As of now, I would have to say that in terms of size and ethnicity, Indians take the lead with my beau Tiger, who was definitely packin, and also my Hawaiian lover, who was a little shorter than Tiger but thicker, and boy could he use it! Next would be white guys, followed closely by Latin, and then this guy. The only guy smaller than him was a Filipino I used to fool around with.

Normally I don't care much about size, I just felt like ranting afterwards. My female friends got some rather bitchy texts from me the next day for lying, that's for sure.

A Girl's Real Best Friend

As I live a rather busy life, I often cannot make my evening schedules match up with those of my lovers, making naughty time with another person unacceptably rare (well, rare in my opinion. I'm sure a couple times a week is acceptable to some). While this causes me no end of frustration, especially when my hormones are raging and every man is looking oh-so-delicious, there is a way in which I can achieve a small amount of reprieve - the Battery Operated Boyfriend.

While some girls have many different types of BOBs, I only have one, partly because it does the job well enough and partly because I'm cheap and would rather buy groceries than sex toys. I know, my priorities are WAY out of line. I never thought about naming my vibrator until a young gentleman I sext regularly asked me about my toys. As a result of his musings I decided to name my toy Doc, as it is a Doc Johnson product and I wasn't feeling particularly creative about names, though I think it'll be fun to say "I made a visit to the Doc" as a euphemism for masturbating. :)

Many of my friends are surprised that I only have one vibrator, but Doc is so effective he's the only one I need. As the "Lucid Dream #14" model (in purple, for those pervs who really wanna know), Doc was awarded the "Best Maxi Vibe 2007" award by Women's Health, so you know it's good. It's waterproof, silent, has adjustable vibrating settings, and the vibrating bullet is located in the perfect spot to hit the ever elusive "G Spot", all of which make it a very good choice for sex toy novices and pros. I may have chosen it because it was my favorite color and I liked the promise of it being silent, but Doc has been very helpful in making me very comfortable on those long, lonely nights. My only critique is that it's too long (yes guys, there is such a thing), which is fine when I want a good grip, but not so good when I have limited space for flexibility.

But I am happy with what pleasure tools I have at my disposal, and am very happy with my very special friend. Now if someone wanted to gift me a special friend solely for anal penetration, that would be amazing...

Late Night Fun

I was very lucky indeed this Saturday, for one of my favorite lovers, Pro, managed to spare some time from his very busy schedule to have some fun. He and I have only been able to meet on rare occasions, but when we get the time he more then makes up for the absense. Pro truly earns his name, for his ravagings are that of one who is most skilled in the art of lovemaking, and he never leaves me any less than fully satisfied.

I am still reveling in the bliss from our encounter two days ago, which is saying something as I am usually craving more sex within a few hours of the act. We started out with him on top of me, my ankles wrapped around his neck. Pro began by thrusting slowly in and out, enjoying how his slow administrations caused me to moan and my body to slowly grind against him. As he began to increase the speed my hips rose to meet with him, gasping as he forcefully pounded into me with swift, calculated strokes. He then makes me get off the bed and bend over it, pounding me from behind forcefully and causing me to grasp onto the bed for support as the pleasure almost makes me collapse to the ground. The passion finally becomes too great, and I cry out as I have a powerful, earth-shaking orgasm, almost crying from the pleasure as he continues to pound into me through my release. It is only when I am almost in pain from post-orgasmic sensitivity that he comes as well, the both of us gasping for breath and reveling in the sensations.

For some, a 30 minute sex session would be mediocre at best, but I've had 3 hour sessions with past lovers that did not give me a fraction of the pleasure that the 30 with Pro does. I hope that he and I can come up with a better schedule, as I do not want to wait another 3 weeks to be with him again.

I Love Suggestions!

After my last blog post I was asked to write about any sexual experiences I've had with older men, preferrably teachers, and I happen to have a very fun story that perfectly fits both of these requirements! I first me Mr. M when I was a senior in high school. He taught AP Calculus, and even though he was well over 30 years my senior I was completly smitten. Being 17 however, I refrained from ever making the slightest act on my feelings. I didn't want there to be any possibility of him getting in trouble for consorting with a minor, my desires not being selfish enough to risk him losing his job and causing my family any due stress.

Flash forward to November of last year, when I visited my old high school to coordinate class observation hours for my pre-credential work (I'm currently working on becoming a Social Studies teacher). After speaking with the necessary officials I found that I had a lot of time on my hands, so I decided to stop by Mr. M's class to catch up. It became all too clear to me that while 4 years had passed I still desired him as much as I had back when I was young, and at 21 there was no reason for me to keep these feelings pent up any longer. I have to admit that I was embarrasingly transparent during our chat in making my desires known, but luckily for me he shared these desires.

After the students who hung out in his classroom left for their classes, Mr. M informed me that he currently had a free period, then causally walked over to the door and locked it so we would not be caught performing the acts that followed. I could tell he was slightly uncertain as how to start things, so I decided to make the first move, drawing close to him, entwining my fingers in his salt-and-pepper hair, and giving him a passionate kiss. As I moaned in pleasure it was as if the wall holding back his desires burst, and he responded with a ferocity that drove me wild. Quickly removing our clothes, I found myself clad in only my black silk bra and matching crotchless panties (I may have came to the school expecting us to have some fun ), and after he removed his clothes, he turned me around and almost forcibly bent me over his desk.

I expected him to begin fucking me at once, but I was instead surprised by the sharp smack of a ruler across my ass, causing me to gasp from the mixed pain and pleasure (he told me later that he felt the need to punish me for teasing him for so long. I'm not complaining one bit). He was relentless in his workings, not stopping until my ass and thighs were beet red and I was almost in tears from trying to not cry out loud (after all, there was a class in session right next door). Luckily he seemed to know that I was at my limit, and finally plunged his now rock hard cock into my now sopping wet pussy. He pounded into me with long, powerful strokes, bringing me to orgasm four times before he finally came as well, filling me with his hot, sweet cum. It took me several moments to recover enough to clean myself and put on my clothes, wincing every time the fabric of my skirt brushed against my sore backside. We continued to chat for the few minutes left til the class period was over (thank the Gods for 2-hour block schedules!) and after one last scorching kiss I promised to definitely stop by and visit again. While we only had one more sexual romp together before deciding we were better off as friends, I left the experience with a better appreciation of the experience of a more mature lover.

Sorry for such a long post, I hope it was a worthwhile enough read!

School Time Fantasies

Lately I have been having some rather passionate fantasies about a couple of guys who I always see together working on the campus where I go to school, and seeing just one of them while on my way to class is enough to distract me for hours, causing me to sneak off to bathrooms in the middle of class to masturbate when the desires become too great and I can no longer focus on lecture.

I hope that one day they will interpret my glances for what they are, and will drag me off to a secluded area for what I've been yearning for. Bent over, I'd wrap my around the hips of the Indian man and suck his nice hard cock while the Latin guy pounds into my wet, hot pussy. After the Latin man cums into my pussy the Indian man will take his turn, fucking my ass til I orgasm from the pleasure that only a really good hard fucking can produce (yes, I am female and I cum from anal sex. It's really freaking fun). After we finished, we would straighten ourselves as best we could, and I would walk to my next class, feeling sore and disheveled, my panties soaked with the cum of my midday lovers, but finally feeling satisfied. Well, satisfied for at least a few hours... I'm sure that after I'm cleaned up I'll be yearning for a repeat performance :)

I have GOT to talk to one of them... after all, if they turn me down there's always more men to be found!!

Frustration!

So in my History class there is an adorable Filipino man named Amun, who for some reason has fascinated me ever since we had to read a rather raunchy tale from the Decameron together in class. His intelligence and his humor hooked me, and now in class I find myself wondering what other things I may find charming. While I was originally put off by my friend's suggestion that Amun is gay, I was still interested in seeing if I convert him over to the straight side, but yesterday's revelation caused me to fully give up hope. Amun isn't gay, he's a religious virgin. Now, some may argue that it's easier to get a virgin to sleep with you than a gay guy, but on a moral standpoint I just can't bring myself to do it. I don't need another virgin thinking that just because we fooled around I'm going to marry them (this has happened more than once, and it is SO annoying). Instead, I am just going to write him off as a loss, and look for someone else to lust over.

Weekend Delights

So, this past weekend was expected to be rather dull, but turned out to be rather fulfilling. After a pre-teaching exam that was held at 8 am (WAY too early for a Saturday), I felt that my day was rather shot, and not expecting any male company, decided on a lazy day of cooking, watching porn (roomie was out of town), and masturbating. Right after my first orgasm of the morning, I was blessed with a text message from a past lover I'll call Tarzan, a very sexy, very hairy South Indian man who I haven't heard from in over a year. This text message turned into a Yahoo chat, which turned into a VERY satisfying web cam episode, and a very explosive orgasm.

With a promise too meet up once he came back to town, we left the chat, and if the day had left at this then I would have still felt it satisfying. Luckily, that evening I got a message from long time lover Comedian, a Georgia-raised Sikh who I've been hooking up with for almost ten months (I have a thing for Indian men). We met up around 11 at night, and had a very satisfying three and a half hour sex session, interspersed with chatting and laughter. Finally, I gave into exhaustion and told Comedian I couldn't take any more (after all, I'd been awake for over 22 hours and had three orgasms that day!), so he went home and I passed out.

After such a fun filled Saturday, I enjoyed the ease of a lazy Sunday, expecting to have a completely empty evening before me. This was not so, as I was blessed with another message from Comedian, who requested another visit, which was a rare treat for me, as he usually only comes over once every few weeks. I agreed, and was blessed with another 3+ hour sexathon, which is a specialty of this particular lover. Comedian's stamina is stuff of legend in my group of friends, as he seems to always be ready for more fun. Unfortunately, we had to cut our fun short around 12:30, as we both had pressing morning engagements which required some rest. All in all, a very satisfying weekend, though I do wish Comedian could have visited earlier so we could have had even more fun. :)

Hey There

Tired of never being able to talk about the sexual aspects of my life due to web stalker friends, I have decided to make this blog to talk about the ever present sensual side of my day to day existence. Feedback is always appreciated, and I hope to show a glimpse into the life of a young woman who is quite possibly a nymphomaniac.

So, who am I? I am Lady Luck, a young 20-something year old college student who has spent the last few years expanding her sensuality through the various partners she has been blessed with. I am a California gal, with naturally long blonde hair, and while society might tell me I need to lose a few pounds, my lovers have never seemed to find my slight chubbiness a problem - for some it's a definite plus!! If you were to see me walking down the street, you would never imagine that the slightly modestly dressed girl with her phone always in hand just spent the past hour sexting in her geography class, or that the gal sitting next to you on the trolley is reading erotica hidden in an innocent book jacket.

Well, that's a good an introduction as any, expect more posts soon!!