Famous (Infamous) Sex Partners  

imLadyBambi 59M/51F
1308 posts
4/7/2006 6:03 pm

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4/17/2006 4:44 pm

Famous (Infamous) Sex Partners


Welcome to our bedroom…

Sorry to disappoint you but we don’t have spine tingling, bone crushing, mind numbing sex every day. Last night was one of those nights in which we exchanged our intense passion and toe curling orgasms for some good ‘ol fashioned fucking. I won’t waste your time providing you with details because there was nothing great about our sex act; Mr. Bambi “blew a nut” and I got off, nothing more; nothing less.

It is exactly this type of situation that poses a conundrum. When your blog is basically a diary and you haven’t done much in the past 24 hours, what do you write about?

Together, Mr. Bambi and I decided that it would be fun to find out about your sex life (we can only be self-absorbed for so long). Thus, the question of the day is: “What person stands out as the most notable, famous, unique, or otherwise interesting person that you had sex with?” Was it someone of the clergy, your boss, a homeless person, your neighbor, someone’s spouse, or perhaps your best friend’s partner…?

Mine was a pro football player. Mr. Bambi’s claim to fame is the “Black Magic Woman” ‒ the lady who inspired the song performed by Carlos Santana and Santana’s ex-girlfriend.

Come on, you can share your secret ‘cause I know you’re dying to tell.

Lady Bambi

rm_art_persists 52M
1789 posts
4/7/2006 7:22 pm

Crazy how uncrazy my partners have been. Did sleep with a girl who one week later was diagnosed as insane....


douxetlent 66M

4/7/2006 7:22 pm

That's easy. I stopped at an old beachfront resort in Rosarito, Mexico on my way down to Ensenada. The place was right out of a Bogart movie, all dark wood, blue tile, and open to the sea breeze. She caught my eye in the lobby. I followed her out to the beach. She spoke no English, I no Spanish. We became lost in each other's dark eyes. She took my hand and led me to a room upstairs. I'm thinking 'I'm about to be robbed and beaten by 5 large Spanish speaking men, , murdered and dumped into the sea.'I followed her anyway. The sex was heart stopping. Like sex in an airplane that's about to crash. Like having sex while falling off a cliff. Again and again and again. I have never cum so many times in my life, before or since. It was like riding a lioness on a hunt. She came, she moaned, she screamed, she slapped me away, she pulled me closer. I stayed with her a little more than 24 hours. We slept, then we made love one last time, gently, softly, slowly. I fell asleep again, and when I awoke, she was gone. I didn't know her name. When I asked around the hotel, they looked at me like I was loco. That was a number of years ago. As I write this, I can smell her perfume.

Now there is a prolog to this story. About a year before this, I had been involved in a near-fatal motorcycle accident, in which I had incurred significant damage to my pelvic area. I eventually recovered well enough, but I was not able to maintain an erection. My doctors told me that this sometimes happened with injuries like mine. I had made a few feeble attempts at having sex, but finally gave up in frustration. That day in Rosarito was the first day of the rest of my life. I'm sure that I had sex with an angel.


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