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Riding In Cars With Boys

JOONIES:

It’s official- summer is ending.  I haven’t really felt any humidity for a few days, the AC is officially off… not that I’m a fan of humidity or anything, but is it just me or did this summer go by REALLY FAST?

Now I have to prepare for snow and freezing cold weather- we all know how well that will turn out #CaliGirlForLife.  Bring on the face masks.

At least it’s pretty

When I was younger… before the drama hit the fan and I had to assume a shit ton of responsibility and act like a parent… my mom and I had a very special relationship.

She would excuse me from class so that we could have mother/daughter days.  She used to take me shopping on a biweekly basis.  We would sit and talk for hours about everything going on in my life- I would confide in her about boys, friends, my secrets (not relating to sex OBVS).

My mom was the first person I would tell if I had a new boyfriend.  Of course, our “sharing” had guidelines.

1.  Never ever tell her if I had hooked up/given head/made out shamelessly in my high school boyfriend’s car.

2.  NEVER admit to ditching class as much as I did.

3. And most importantly, never show any weakness if a boyfriend broke up with me and I was sad AKA NO CRYING.

THAT was non-negotiable– because to her, crying over a boy was as bad as killing someone. Continue reading

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A Stage Five Virgin Clinger?

Joonies, Farrah really imparted some Royal Wisdom, yesterday. I even took note, so make sure you read before you continue man-hunting.

As for me, last I left you guys I complained that my virginity is not a challenge. But as one witty comment put it: “*WAS.”

My Virginity Was Not  A Challenge.

I finally figured out what a penis was (outside of a banana), and realized oral sex wasn’t just a prostitute-thing.

In the end, I had sex, and I didn’t castrate the guy afterwards. Or have my hymen reconstructed.   Continue reading

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Jungle Fever > Baby Fever

JOONIEEEES.

Happy Monday!  I’m sure you’re all as excited as I am to start the week.  No really, for once I’m not hating on Monday because T-4 days till the weekend baby!

Anyway, I know here at S&F, we talk a lot about Persian parents and obviously sex.  But I’m over it.  I’ve decided no more sex for me… and no more parents…

Lies… where would I be without my crazy parents and crazy sex?   Continue reading

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Good Little Persian Boy

JOOOOONIES.

I’m going to bring us back for a second… to sex.  Because let’s just be real– we like that sh*t (at least Saaghi and I do).

Let’s cut right to it, we’re Persian girls and MOST of the time, we like Persian boys.  In fact, if we deviate from the standard mama loving Irooni pesar then we are rebels.

Oh yeah, she likes ARABS.

or

She’s going through some Sia phase right now.

It’s never completely acceptable for us to deter from what our mothers taught us: a Persian man vill be your future hus-baaand, fahimidi? 

Off limits...

But what about the Persian boys? What do they learn growing up?

DATE THE VIRGIN.  BRING THE VIRGIN HOME TO MADAR.  MARRY THE VIRGIN.   Continue reading

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Feels So Good Being Bad

Hihi joonies,

I originally wanted to start this post off by talking about how innocent I am.  But, I’m not– I’m a Sex and Fessenjoon FIEND and you would know that if you followed me ;)

I’m pretty strict about no sex before a relationship especially if I’m seeing someone that I like, which doesn’t happen often.  And I make it a point to not fuck the guy (not verbally- I’m not that psycho) no matter how bad I want to jump him:

I want it

Because sex is great.  And even though I had to fuck a few idiots before getting it right– it was always worth it.  But let’s be real, as women we get judged if we’ve had too many partners.  If a guy has fucked 10 or even 40 plus, they’re a player.  But we’re hoes and we never like being called a slore (slut + whore).

So if you’re like me and you’re picky about who you choose to commit to then that means you lead a life of celibacy and it sucks.

NEWS FLASH:

Women need to get laid too.  We have needs and sometimes masturbating just doesn’t cut it.

While I may not want to increase my number- I’m really sick of not being able to have sex with someone I trust because society may think of less of me.  I’m an INDEPENDENT woman, who gives a shit what YOU have to say about it!  But most of all, I’m tired of just being horny.  Solution?

Friends with Benefits.

Like, NIKE says: Just Do It

Before I get into the gory (but wonderful) details, there is something important to remember:

Just because you’re single and horny DOESN’T mean you should do everything in sight.  Friends with benefits only work if you follow a few simple rules:

(1).  Find someone you trust.  SOMEONE CLEAN and who clips their nails (because guys with long nails are gross).

(2).  Prepare yourself.  You should already be aware of the fact that you’re only f#cking him, you’re not falling in love with him.  Keeping that emotional bond separate from your sex life in situations like this is important.  So make sure you’re physically attracted to him, NOT emotionally.

(3).  Put it all on the table. LITERALLY- no I’m kidding– (kinda). Talk about it with him before doing it.  I don’t mean to have a drawn out, hours long conversation.  But just keep it real.  Make sure you’re both on the same page before diving in.

When I was in college, I didn’t want a boyfriend.  I knew I wouldn’t be staying after graduation– I wanted to move on to bigger and better things.  So I steered clear from commitment because I didn’t want anyone to hold me back from my future.  I had two close friends in college- both Persian males.  With one, I had an emotional/platonic relationship.  He was like my brother- we talked to each other about our personal lives and even to this day, I still consider him one of my close friends even if we don’t talk everyday.

But the other… Well, we were/are close too.  We shared personal stories with one another, but it wasn’t just platonic.  I was attracted to him and I wanted it.  Bad.

He’s a hottie and he had #swag.  We always joked about sex but neither of us ever had the balls to actually do it.  Until one night, we got drunk and he came home with me.  And it was great because we didn’t worry about being “shy” or trying to act all “innocent.”

We were just in it for the ass.  

We became friends with benefits, and continued it until I graduated from college and moved away.  The best part: it was never awkward because we were both on the same page.  He knew that I didn’t want anything more from him and while I loved him as my friend, I knew I wasn’t IN love with him.

Most importantly, we were still able to hang out with our friends without them even realizing that we were fucking on the side.  Okay fine, they knew.  But we were still able to kick it without anyone feeling weird.

Bliss.

Until I moved across the country and now I only see him maybe twice a year.  Oh well.  Friends with benefits are people too and we’ve been able to maintain a friendship (minus the sex).

But you see, I got lucky.  I got lucky that I was friends with someone who was man enough to RECOGNIZE that I wouldn’t end up wanting to be his wife.

Unfortunately, some guys are SO STUCK UP THEIR ASSES that they actually think if they grace us with their penis, we will fall madly in love with them.

What’s even more annoying: they think that if they decide not to fuck us anymore, we’re going to get crazy.

Fuck me or die

They actually think their penis is so great that if they take it away, we’re going to turn in that jealous, psycho ex.  Um no.  Let’s get a few things straight:

(1). If I wanted to be your girlfriend, I wouldn’t be sleeping with you.  I’m smart enough to know to NEVER give it up that easily.

(2). We’re not always the ones with the attachment issues.

So MEN– check yourself before you decide to deflect your insecure bullshit onto us and blame us for what you didn’t get from your last woman.

(3).  Just because you’re hot doesn’t mean I want your babies.  So stop being a doodool-tala (golden penis complex) and just fuck me.

I like where my life is going and I like not knowing what’s next.  But most importantly, I have Saaghi to fill any void that I might need filled from a man…. minus the sex.  So I went to a good friend and proposed the idea of benefitting from one another.

I mentioned it because we ALWAYS talked about sex.

He flipped out and while he “is down,” he “can be an asshole sometimes” and “doesn’t want to hurt me.”

Guess what.

I CAN BE AN ASSHOLE TOO. 

I’m a big girl, I don’t need you to watch out for me- my Irooni daddy does a good job of that already.

Just because you’ve broken a few hearts doesn’t mean you’re going to break mine. So step off your pedestal and get back to reality.

Is it just me or is this actually true sometimes?

So joonies, this post isn’t to tell you to go fuck randoms because truly, I’m not into that.  And like I’ve said before– we’re Persian- we don’t do trashy.

BUT, I think its time someone told these “men” to STOP OVERANALYZING.

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XOXO,

FARRAH فرح
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