For The Love Of Sex

Lack of posting but still alive

2005-11-10T23:10:00.000-08:00

Hello folks,

well - 6 months off and here I am.

There is much to report - life has been exciting enough to keep my interest but never exciting enough to keep me happy. hehe - bastard that I am I can't help but want more sex.

I was in the grocery store the other night with the girl and pointed out the checkout bitch. She went to high school with her it turns out. She was able to confirm for me that she is in fact a bitch. I told her that I wanted to pull the checkout bitch's hair while I fucked her from behind and she just rolled her eyes a bit.

I knew she'd enjoy watching if she was in the right mood.

Later folks - I'll be back sooner this time I promise,

Birthday Fun

2005-03-30T22:43:00.000-08:00

Well, the girl was sick and so I went out to get something to drink by myself.

I ran into "ironically" the ex of a good friend of mine. We talked for some time and then it was time to go - they were closing up. She asked me and the bartender (female) to come to her house with her for more drinks and I said I had to return home but she could join me. Bartender opted out.

We got to my house and opened "more" wine and talked about work, the internet, relationships and sex. I ended up (I don't know how, heh) rubbing her back and eventually had her bra undone and her shirt mostly off. The talk was somewhat sexual by now (as you might imagine) and it was fun. The girl was in a room just 30 feet away but we didn't really care.

When it came right down to it we decided to not play. While of course I was sad at the time it was 3 AM on a tuesday night and I did need to get up in the morning. Also, this person is not entirely trusted to be "discreet" and I live in a small town. It was a wonderful "teasing" and we shared a very nice long hug as she left.

The next day I felt like hell and wished I'd never gotten myself in that situation. I don't like reacting to a chance for sex since it can bite you in the end.

More Personal View

2005-03-27T23:53:00.000-08:00

Well folks,

No one is more surprised than I am about the fact that it's been 10 days since my last post. I confess that I feel a bit like a loser. But, I'm drinking wine tonight so I feel like a happy loser.

What a weekend.

The girl had her birthday and family came into town. Specifically a brother and a sister. Very cool for her - very stressful for both of us as time wore on.

Friday we all partied like rockstars. Probably a group of 15 of us that started at 5:30 pm (the first ones) and didn't end till 3:30 am. Much fun and three different locations were involved. Karaoke was a significant part at the last two locations. For those of you not familiar this type of fun it is typically entertainment for asians or (in america) those who can't sing or are truly fucked up. Still it had it's moments. The girl was enjoying being the center of attention (probably her biggest fault - she wants/needs to be the center of attention) and I gave shoulder masseges to most involved in our party. (I give a hell of a massage - trust me) Part way through the night one of the females I gave a massage too (and a friend of "the girl") began to subtely touch me. Woo Hoo! It was all very hidden from the group and only involved touching of my leg. As we switched from one bar to another I mentioned to "the girl" that there seemed to be something happening. She gave me confirmation that I was okay and we began singing (not me) and drinking (yes me) again. This time we were sitting at a table rather than the more open area of our last hang out. The "friend" and I sat next to each other and eventually I felt her hand touching/massaging my leg again.

There had been some flirting before and she assured me she was easy and I replied I was a slut. All of this was in good fun but it became obvious that we were both telling the truth. Visual image - I sat next to the "the girl"s" sister and "friend" sat next to "the girl's" brother and I felt a hand on my knee and thigh while I touched her calf and hand. (hands under the table) I knew "the girl" would not get too upset but it was "stimulating" to say the least with others who would care near by. A smaller group headed to our house at 2:00 am and ended up in the back yard watching a fire. "The girl" had a headache and went to bed soon after. "The girl's brother" went to bed with a friend of ours and I ended up rubbing the back of my "touching friend".

Wanting to being honest I asked her if she would feel uncomfortable knowing I had "permission" for playing with her. Turned out she knew about our lifestyle from "the girl" (very surprising but not troubling to me). We kissed and touched each other (not only in a sexual way) before we decided I shouldn't leave to go to her house and she didn't feel comfortable coming into my house with several other people crashing there. She didn't want to be known as someone who played with people involved with others.

So much to my dismay she left. That was Friday night and I called her on her cell phone while she was heading home - no answer. (she slipped me her contact info at the last bar) I called her Saturday and left a message to make sure she got home safe. (she left at 3:30 am) No response. "The girl" called her on saturday also - no response. It's Sunday and I called again - no response.

She's single and said to me that she DID want to sleep with me but not that night with others around. Still - I wonder if I missed an opportunity. Perhaps I should have gone to her house that night. I'll update you as things happen.

As I have said - I live in a small town so actions are carefully watched here. But I am surprised/saddened that she seems to have ignored me. I am sensitive by nature and tend to worry that somehow I have offended. I'm pretty sure that isn't the case - but it's odd not to have heard back from her.

Interesting side point - again back to living in a samll community. "The girl's" friend recent broke up with a boyfriend and seems to be suggesting she is "randy" all the time. She may be viewing me as someone safe to have an ongoing "friends with benefits" type of relationship. We have never had that type of thing happen where we lived so it could turn intersting if I am correct.

Last thoughts - it's amazing how much "stimulation" can be had from someone touching you (even in not blatnetly sexual ways) when they're not supposed to be doing so.

Wow!

Morning Sex - What a Way to Start the Day

2005-03-17T09:55:00.000-08:00

It's wonderful when you wake up and get a back rub first thing. Unless you're the one that's talked into / forced to give the back rub.

However if said back rub leads to a penis rubbing and then to being inside of heaven, well, it makes that back rub a good thing for everyone.

LoveofSex is happy today!

Things in my life - they keep progressing

2005-03-11T23:29:00.000-08:00

Hello,

Life, as many of you know, plods on with or without our observance. Sometimes this is a positive and sometimes this is a negative.

Sunday and Monday I got myself some good loving from "the girl" which meant that I was less focused on sex and thus this blog. On monday I actually found myself the happy recipient of some good sex twice on the same day. Trouble was, I got so excited by the first experience that I masterbated during the day so when number two came up unexpectadly I was able to enjoy but it took a great deal of time. (I have been low on sleep too which was a factor.) The girl banned me from jerking off with the impression it would mean we would be spending more "quality time" together this week. Unfortuanately that did not turn out to be true. Tonight, before having friends over, we started to grumble with each other. She felt that I had been pleasuring myself, I felt she had been ignoring my needs. I'm sure both are true to an extent. She has had a very busy work week thus she was pre-occupied and I did jerk off. (I just got too horny)

I should give her some credit as she invited a bi-sexual girl over we know who seems to have the hots for the girl. unfortunately our lovely bi was unable to come (over I mean) and we simply had dinner with the girls boss an his wife. Nice - but not exotic sex by any means.

Arrest in sheep assault on farm

2005-03-10T00:00:00.000-08:00

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Arrest in sheep assault on farm:

"Examining the sheep: Police said charges against Englar will be upgraded if an examination of the animal confirms signs of sexual abuse.
Melissa Smith, operations manager for the York County Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, said her agency is assisting police.

'We're going to have a veterinarian go out and examine the sheep,' she said. 'We'll have to wait to see what the results show.'
Smith said she sees 'no reason' to euthanize the ewe. "

Cock Crazy Women Produce Magazine

2005-03-08T20:33:00.000-08:00

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Any time you get to hear about women who are cock crazy and actually put it in a magazine it should be noteworthy.
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village voice > people > Pucker Up by Tristan Taormino: "

And then there are the dicks. Lots and lots of dicks. The women of Sweet Action are unabashedly cock crazy, and I don't know that I have ever seen such complete focus on, fascination with, and pure fandom for the male member in a print mag put out by ladies. The last page features a series of disembodied boners (so not feminist!) that is worth the cover price alone. Captioned with cutesy nicknames like "The Nibbler" and "Dreamer," this penile gallery challenges the notion that women don't respond to visual porn without context, story line, and fully fleshed-out characters. These particular characters are fleshed-out, all right, into hard-ons worthy of any gay personal ads. (Perhaps the one thing Sweet Action has in common with Playgirl is that it will also develop a gay following, although these fag fans will be less Chelsea beefcake boy, more John Cameron Mitchell.) I recently read about a new limited-edition photography book that "explores the diversity of shape and size of the penis," called Erection, and thought, Why cough up 40 bucks when you can get the goods in Sweet Action for eight?

Mindless Rambling

2005-03-06T22:34:00.000-08:00

Hello,

First let me apologize for ignoring my blog for a few days. I don't know if I have mentioned this in the past or not but I work for myself. I actually started my own company about 9 months ago and thus being both president and custodian there are times when my time is not really my own. Plus, it completely takes away from the joy of posting while you're at work and getting paid to do so. I just make less money when that happens. So as you might have guessed, work has reared it's ugly head lately and I've been struggling to keep up. Wish me luck.

Second, I went to the grocery store again today but there was no check out bitch. (see previous posts if you don't recognize that name) This made me sad and yet made it easier to leave the store after my purchase without worrying that someone would notice my erection. I guess you have to take the bad with the good.

I had some great sex on Friday night. The girl was in rare form and nearly broke my dick with all that she was willing to take. (and I might add - enjoy!) I have a very fond memory of fingering one of her nipples while I plunged into her again and again from behind. It was a wonderful evening. I hope it repeats itself soon but with my work schedule these days who knows?

And now, I should be off to bed. I will try to redeem myself over this week by posting more regularly. Good night all, and good sex.

Lawmakers should pull out of sex lives - The Daily Texan - Opinion

2005-03-03T23:15:00.000-08:00

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Lawmakers should pull out of sex lives - The Daily Texan - Opinion: "Many of us want something other than four awkward minutes in the missionary position under someone of the opposite sex. In arguing to overturn an Alabama law banning sex toys, plaintiff's argued (uncontested) that 20 percent of women own some type of dildo or vibrator.

Social conservatives predicted just such a sexual Armageddon when the Supreme Court awarded sexual privacy to homosexuals in the Lawrence v. Texas decisions of 2003. If the chips continue to fall against them, the states may find themselves unable to outlaw any type of orgasm in consensual adult situations. At this rate, nobody will be left with any sexual shame, an idea utterly unacceptable in dark-red America.

Moralists did receive a small reprieve last week. The 1998 Alabama law survived at the appellate level, and, last week, the Supreme Court opted to ignore the issue.

But the reprieve could be short lived. Another case stemming from the arrest of a Texas woman last year could work its way to the high court. Joanne Webb from Johnson County, Texas, was turned in to local police by prominent members of her community who did not approve of her Tupperware-style parties that offered various pleasure devices. Posing as a libidinously challenged married couple, two under cover officers arrested Webb for explaining how they might use one of her products during intercourse.

Texas, Alabama and Georgia ban the sale of 'obscene devices.' Here in the Lone Star State, that means 'a device including a dildo or artificial vagina, designed or marketed as useful primarily for the stimulation of human genital organs.'

Stores such as Austin's Forbidden Fruit avoid the problems facing Mrs. Webb by marketing their items as "novelties" or "educational models."

According to the clerk at Forbidden Fruit, they protect themselves legally by requiring customers to sign release forms promising the items will be used for educational purposes instead of for sexual gratification. Items such as butt plugs, anal beads, and vibrators do not require a release because officially they are "novelty" items. The only novelty here would be someone having the courage to buy these items in person not rewarding themselves with a little action from their new battery-operated boyfriend.

If pleasure is your goal, you better keep that intention to yourself. Any mention that you will be using an item for sexual gratification or stimulation of the human genital organs, and Forbidden Fruit will refuse the sale.

But what if I want to ask the sales person about the product I am buying? The last time I bought shoes, I asked the salesman about how well they might work for certain activities, and they only go on my feet. Then again, the religious right does not care what I put on my feet, only what I put up my ass.

Those of us that touch ourselves (and others) in dark places without guilt are legislated into carrying the sexual shame of others.

This same shame has led certain friends of mine, who requested anonymity, to turn to the produce section of their local grocery store. But if that checkout girl knew the real reason I was buying that extra cucumber, would they face the same penalty as a store like Forbidden Fruit for selling it to me? If so, maybe the affidavit system that our local "novelty store" uses will catch on. I shudder to think how many items might end up on that list: cucumbers, broomsticks, vibrating cell phones, hamsters, turkey basters, traffic cones, cigars (thank you Mr. Clinton), beer bottles, or even those "novelty" foam fingers they sell at Longhorn games.

My girlfriend has sex - but she won't kiss

2005-03-02T23:11:00.000-08:00

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Here's a problem tons of men wish they had.
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My girlfriend has sex - but she won't kiss

Q: I’m confused. My girlfriend has sex with me but does not like to kiss. What do you make of this?

A: There are two likely possibilities here. One is physical and one is psychological.

First, it’s possible she is turned off by your breath.

I am not referring just to horrid, putrid, dragon breath or never brushing your teeth, but also about an odor detectable only up close.

Olfaction — basically, the sense of smell — is a major component of sex and attraction. The way someone smells can be a huge turn-on or turn-off. In fact, people who have lost their sense of smell often lose sexual desire. That smell chemistry is very important.

It’s also possible that kissing you could put your girlfriend in physical discomfort. She might be prone to chapped lips, or you might have stubble that chafes.

Or maybe she just doesn’t like the way you kiss — excessive spit and slobber, or too much of a tight-lipped, dry technique.

People can be embarrassed to talk about these things, so you will have to broach the topic if your girlfriend doesn’t. You can say you have noticed that kissing is not her favorite thing, and ask straight out if it’s bad breath, kissing technique or some other reason.

There are ways to overcome such problems, like floss and mouthwash or lip balm. Or experiment with kissing techniques until you find one more to her liking.

(A possible bonus: Uncomfortable as it may sound, this is a great opportunity to begin a conversation about sex. True communication about this subject is necessary for a good sex life.)

And then there are the possible psychological reasons why your girlfriend avoids kissing.

Mouth-to-mouth contact is extremely intimate. Some people also feel it is invasive — more invasive, believe it or not, than intercourse. They feel “taken over” by deep kissing and need to maintain a kind of distance.

If your girlfriend has this kind of problem, it’s not something you are going to be able to change on your own — she will likely need therapy. Your role in this would be to offer encouragement and support while she works through these intimacy issues.

Then there is the more distinct possibility that she really doesn’t like you all that much. Kissing is affectionate as well as intimate, and it could be that she could just be using you for sex and/or companionship. A variation of this phenomenon is when prostitutes refuse to kiss while at the same time performing all sorts of sexual acts.

There are ways to judge if this may be the case. Look at the rest of the relationship. Is your girlfriend interested in who you are? Do you have joint interests besides jumping into bed? Do you have a good time together when sex is not involved?

This must be quite disconcerting. Men are not used to women who want sex without a relationship. (Some men, of course, would find this terrific.)

So if, like most people, you want sex that does include a relationship — and you feel this girlfriend does not — you should probably end things with her and look for someone who craves your kisses, whether you’re having sex or not.

Dr. Gail’s Bottom Line: If your girlfriend hardly kisses you, you need to ask her and yourself what the problem is. It might be fixable, but it might be a sign that she lacks real feelings for you.

Get this off my penis!

2005-03-01T22:57:00.000-08:00

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Let this be a lesson to all you guys out there who want to get inventive with your penis!
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Get this off my penis!

Raju Shetty’s (28) attempt to adopt an inventive method to enhance sexual pleasure landed him on the surgeon’s table yesterday.

Inspired by the fad of body piercing, the Pantnagar (Ghatkopar) resident substituted a ring with a metal nut and pushed it around his penis. Problem was, the metal stayed stubbornly stuck to his organ for over two hours.

After failing to remove the foreign body, an embarrassed Shetty decided to seek medical help and checked into the casualty ward of Rajawadi Hospital in the evening.

“I have never come across such a case in the last 12 years of my experience,” said Dr Bharati Karat, the on duty chief medical officer.

Karat said that Shetty was initially reluctant to reveal his ailment but later spoke of his situation to a male intern who examined him and came away shocked at his find.

“We decided to cut the nut, but the metal was too thick. The case was later referred to the surgeons,” said on duty assistant medical officer Dr Gopal Mahajan.

The surgeon said, “The nut was so tight that it caused a severe swelling on the organ due to which the blood supply to that part of the anatomy was stopped. It took us almost two hours to get the nut out. Had the patient delayed admission by few hours, we would have had to amputate the organ, as the affected area may have developed gangrene.”

Shetty told the doctors that he desired to prolong sexual pleasure and hence inserted the nut.

“This is a case of sexual perversion,” said Dr Mahajan. Another doctor said that while body piercing in delicate areas of the human anatomy had become a fad, the consequences could be alarming.

The matter was later handed over to the Pantnagar police, who visited the hospital to record Shetty’s statement.

“We wanted to know if someone else had inserted the metal or he had committed the act himself. We will register the matter in our station dairy,” said the on duty police constable.

Checkout Bitch

2005-03-01T15:07:00.000-08:00

I went shopping for some food yesterday at the local grocery store and picked up all the essentials for the next week before proceeding to the checkout line. Don't laugh but going to the checkout line is a little dangerous for me in this store. It's because of the checkout bitch.

I don't know her name even though I'm sure it says it on her badge. I do know that she's married - there is a decent sized rock on her finger to prove it. She is late 20's or early 30's, blond and about half the time she wears glasses. Her hair is almost always in a pony tail but if it were down it would fall past her shoulders. She is attractive but that isn't what makes her dangerous - it's her demeanor that does me in.

She is very confident, perhaps even cocky at times and reminds me of a prototypical "straight laced" librarian. If I worked for her I would probably learn to hate her as I suspect she can be quite a bitch if you screw up. However she has an aura that contradicts her outward appearance. When I look at her I see someone who wants to be controlled, wants to be used, ridden hard and put away wet so to speak. I imagine her pony tail in my hand being pulled backward as I push myself forward into her. I can hear her moaning and begging for me to fuck my slut harder to have my way with her. And...then she asks if I want paper or plastic today.

By the time I get to that question I'm pretty worked up and usually sporting a half woody or better. So I stand near the divider between us while I pay for my food. I quickly grab my sacks and position them in front of the bulge in my pants while I walk quickly away. It's a little embarrasing but such a wonderful feeling as well. I am having this incredibly erotic moment with the checkout bitch while people mindlessly rush through through their day all around me.

I will probably never talk to the checkout bitch. Not because she is married but because it would possibly ruin the torrid affair I'm having with her. I don't want to know her better and have the fantasy taken away. I prefer to use her as my slut each and every time I go to get food.

Erection Selection - Picking A New Porn Stud

2005-02-27T22:03:00.000-08:00

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village voice > people >Erection Selection

A twentysomething dude from Boston announced proudly, "I have huge balls." I've never heard any guy use that as a selling point before. (I asked a gay male friend if that would appeal to him, and he shrugged, "They're just like big boobs on a girl, fun to play with, I guess.") He did, in fact, have very large and low-hanging cojones, and he also smacked his own ass as he worked his tool. I just kept thinking about this one popular shot where the camera is underneath the copulating couple, and how this guy's balls would obscure her pussy in that shot; that could be a liability. One guy told us that if he broke into the business, he'd like to use his childhood nickname, which people still call him: the Garanimal. I explained to him that Garanimals is a children's clothing line with little animals on the tops and bottoms, and while it may convey "Look, Mom! I can match my clothes myself!" it doesn't actually say, "blue-movie hunk."

Jubologist links breast type to personality

2005-02-25T23:31:00.000-08:00

Jubologist links breast type to personality:

An Italian sexologist has claimed that he can tell a woman's personality from the size and shape of her breasts, and his research has revealed some interesting and previously unknown facts about human females.

Piero Lorenzoni this week expounded his mammicular theory to German tabloid Bild. Shortly thereafter UK jub enthusiasts at the Sun got their quips out for the lads.

Likewise, we at El Reg feel duty-bound to share Lorenzoni's expertise in the matter, as follows:

Melons: A woman with large, round breasts "likes eating and wants to be spoiled and admired, but seldom likes sex," says Lorenzi.
Grapefruit: "This woman may look erotic, but in reality is bashful and homely. She spoils her partner but prefers tenderness over sex."
Pears: "Loves love in all its variations. She can be very religious, but is known to have affairs."
Pineapples: "A woman with pineapple breasts is intelligent, often has a career but is still romantic. They are also faithful. Whoever wins their heart will not lose it quickly."
Oranges: "While she is self-confident and knows her goals, she has little interest in sex. She likes conversation and partnerships."
Lemons: "These women are full of life and can laugh at themselves. They want a balanced life without surprises."
Cherries: They are entertaining and intelligent. Make great partners both for everyday life and on holiday and are moderately interested in sex."

That's right - the shocking conclusion of Lorenzoni's study is that women don't like sex very much and the form and volume of their assets makes little or no difference in the matter.

Having said that, there is another possible explanation, and one favoured by our own Lucy Sherriff: that women do not want to have sex with Piero Lorenzoni and he has not realised that this may not apply to other males. Interestingly, a web search for a picture of the Italian breastologist returned absolutely no results whatsoever. There are only two conclusions to be drawn from this: that Lorenzoni is so breathtakingly handsome that women fear they may die of sexual ecstasy if they indulge in rumpy-pumpy with the Italian Stallion; or that he he so closely resembles John Merrrick that the merest glimpse of his hideous form provokes females to run screaming for the hills taking their fruit with them.

Whichever is the case, we can understand why Lorenzoni wishes to keep his appearance a closely-guarded secret. ®

Man's penis flushed down the loo

2005-02-24T23:00:00.000-08:00

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Man's penis flushed down the loo

A man had to have his penis sewn back on after his girlfriend cut it off and flushed it down the loo.

Kim Tran, from Anchorage, Alaska reportedly persuaded him to let her tie his arms to a windowsill for kinky sex after a row about breaking up.

She then grabbed a kitchen knife and cut off his manhood reports The Sun.

Water board workers had to dismantle the loo to find his penis, which surgeons reattached.

The 35-year-old woman is in custody. Her boyfriend, 44, was not identified.

CAREFUL OF BUSTING A NUT IF SHE'S ALLERGIC TO LEGUMES

2005-02-23T23:36:00.000-08:00

eye - Creaming her jeans - 02.24.05:

"CAREFUL OF BUSTING A NUT
I was jerking off an hour or two after eating a peanutbutter sandwich. I licked up my come and found it tasted faintly of peanuts. This may sound silly, but I then became concerned: what if I ate peanuts, and then got a blow job from someone who was deadly allergic to them? Would they be at risk for being exposed to trace amounts of peanut in my semen? NUTTY FAG

Oh dear, here we go again with the unappetizing semen imagery. Online, I found no information that suggests that someone with a peanut allergy could suffer a reaction from giving oral sex, and this is after three solid days of emails and phone calls. You can imagine what my week's been like, emailing peanut allergy websites and calling their hotlines, asking nice moms who are just trying to find and provide solutions for their sickly kids if they know about allergic reactions from ingesting semen. Many sites document reactions from breast milk, but none from come. Through a local allergy hotline, though, I got a different story. It seems that in rare cases, someone with a severe peanut allergy may go into anaphylaxis from peanut-tainted semen. People who have peanut allergies should have their allergist determine the severity of their sensitivity, and you should be very careful about eating peanutbutter sandwiches a few hours before catching a hummer from those who suffer from peanut allergies. "

Ugh- I hate being sick

2005-02-21T23:20:00.000-08:00

Well, it's a bit unusual for me over the last couple of years but I am sick. Spent today feeling loopy because of sinus pressure and didn't even enjoy the nap I took today. I'll have more to share soon. Right now just know I haven't forgotten about you guys and I'll be back.

A basic truth about sex - for me

2005-02-19T23:32:00.000-08:00

Perhaps you have already picked this up if you are a regular reader, but here it is again. The outright sexiest, most arousing things in the world are this; deriving pleasure from giving it followed closely by the ability to lose oneself in pleasure. I want to be careful and clarify the second point. I'm not talking about losing yourself in the pleasure to the point of doing stupid or dangerous things you wouldn't ordinarily do. I simply mean reveling in the pleasure and not trying to force yourself to retain control over it. Maybe that is a line that doesn't make sense to anyone but me. But it makes sense to me.

I am neither a dom nor a submissive but I can relate, and often do when reading other people's blogs/stories, to both as the issue for me is neither having or losing control but playing the role that encourages both/all parties the most pleasure. If that sounds like a submissive statement then it might surprise you to find that if anything I lean more towards the dominant side of life. I enjoy taking and controlling another person but it must be in a way that encourages pleasure for my partner(s). I could happily force a female partner to accept my cum on her face or in contrast beg a partner to let me pleasure them with no concern for my own orgasm.

Perhaps I'm a opportunist, willing to go with whatever gets me sex. Perhaps I'm confused about what I enjoy. I prefer however to view myself as someone who simply wants to explore and enjoy the pleasure offered by all shades of sexuality.

Purple Headed Love Hammer

2005-02-18T23:36:00.000-08:00

Here are a couple of items from a new blog I ran across- Purpe Headed Love Hammer. Nice name don't you think? (You may have to scroll down a bit from the links.)

PURPLE HEADED LOVE HAMMER: "NEW GAMES CONSOLE TO RIVAL X-BOX AND PLAYSTATION "

PURPLE HEADED LOVE HAMMER: "WHEN A GIRLS GOTTA GO............. "

Quick Sex Will Do

2005-02-17T23:50:00.000-08:00

It was a quickie but I didn't complain. The girl was hoping to go out and see some friends shortly after work but was interested in playing. I believe her words were, "I'm horny now".

Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth I jumped at the chance or should I say on her. There is something absolutely sweet about slowly sliding your penis into a pussy. It is clear that it was meant to be there from the feelings it evokes. I'm a lover of all women and all types of women but I must confess to a special fondness for ass. I get especially aroused at being able to see a womans ass while I fuck her which makes me excited by the position that has the ignoble name "doggystyle". I prefer the term "from behind" but I'll take it anyway I can get it!!

Short it was but more than equally sweet. I hope everyone else got some tonight. I know I'll sleep better anyway.

"The Girl" looked blankly at me when...

2005-02-16T22:22:00.000-08:00

The girl just looked blankly at me when I suggested some play time while rubbing her neck and shoulders tonight. I'm putting out a fair amount of attention and work to show her I'm a swell guy and make her feel relaxed and the closest I got to any loving was a guick copped feel of one of her breasts. Granted, she has a great rack, most women are envious of her and men plot my demise so they can get to them- but c'mon- I got some needs here.

Pretty much summed up my day today. I had some early work success but it increasingly went downhill as the day got later. And to top it off I have to go to the dentist tomorrow to get a cavity filled. I'd feel better about that last item if the dentist has a hot assistant that liked to wear low cut tops or something. No such luck though.

So it's off to bed. Maybe another glass of wine before I go to dream of drills and tooth decay. I've been back reading Pipers blog when I get a moment, I could always do a little reading while I finish my wine. And I suspect if I do I'll end up going to bed relieved of my sexual tension. The girl has some great stories!

Who would have thought Minneapolis would have a column called "Savage Love"

2005-02-15T23:19:00.000-08:00

Minneapolis/St. Paul - Savage Love

I'm a 24-year-old straight female. I just moved to a new city where I don't know anyone. So the other night I hung out with a 21-year-old jock from work. We went to a bar and eventually wound up back at his apartment where we both smoked pot. I was thinking he was a muscle-bound meathead so to shock him I told him a story about one of my male friends wearing a skirt. He kind of exploded and said, "You have guy friends who wear skirts? That's weird because I like to dress up like a woman and it turns me on and I really want to be a girl and I want to be pretty and I have these huge muscles because I'm fighting it and I've never told anybody this before and I can't believe I just told you and it's probably because I'm drunk and do you think it would be okay if someday I dressed up for you?"

I swear it was like that, one big run-on sentence. We talked for four hours and he says that he's not gay. He just wants to be a woman. The strain of living as two people is really getting to him, he said, hence the heavy drinking/pot smoking. I suggested therapy, not to "fix" him but to get to a place where it doesn't make him so unhappy. Now I'm not sure what to do. I can tell that he's crushing on me. He was before he told me his big secret, and now that he's confided his secret in me, his crush has intensified. I wasn't really interested in him to begin with but I must admit his admission makes him more appealing. I really do want him to dress up for me, I'm just not sure that I'm ready to deal with his reaction when I don't want to live happily ever after--especially if he sticks with the idea of becoming a woman. I'm just not sexually interested in actual women.

Would I be helping him come to terms with his identity by taking part in his masturbatory fantasy? Or would I be scarring him for life since I'm not interested in anything long-term? I'm afraid that if I reject him now he's going to think it's because of the cross-dressing.

Told Very Titillating Secret

There are two things you want here, TVTS. You want to see the muscle-bound 21-year-old dressed up in women's clothes for kicks, and you want to see the muscle-bound 21-year-old in therapy for his own good. So why not make dressing up for you contingent upon him finding a therapist?

Tell him you're tempted but you're not going to go there if you're the only person he can talk to about this stuff. If he wants to mess around and explore with you, fine, great, you're game for that. But that's all you're signing up for. You can't be his therapist and you're not making any commitments. Explain to him that if you knew you were the only person he had to talk to about his desires, you would feel obligated to continue seeing him even if you decided, for any number of other reasons, that the relationship wasn't working out.

I guarantee you, TVTS, that he'll have his first therapy session scheduled a half-hour after you get off the phone.

What Happens Here, Stays Here- Valentine Days

2005-02-14T19:15:00.000-08:00

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I decided to show you why I chose to link to Piper's Place. Enjoy!
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What Happens Here, Stays Here- Valentine Days

I was never a big one for Valentine's Day. That doesn't mean I don't enjoy it, I just don't expect a big deal to be made of it. This year was fine though, really fine.

I have been getting so much sex the past week, I'm beside myself. Sometimes you go through a dry spell, well I'm savoring this wet spell. I think part of it is the new relationship with Chris. We have sex almost everytime we see each other. I'm sure that will fade. Then, Steve likes to hear about it and wants to keep things even. So I'm getting it a lot lately and I'm not complaining. I'm sure it will end someday.

Fuck Your Valentine

2005-02-13T22:35:00.000-08:00

Excerpts from a recent conversation between me and "the girl".

me: I plan things for Valentines day for you to enjoy. It's a day for the woman.

her: I think a lot of people would disagree with you.

me: Yes- but they'd mostly be women. For a man the only thing you hope for on Valentines day is that whatever you plan/give the woman get's you fucked.

her: I got you something last year.

me: Yes, but men don't care about the stuff they get - they care about the sex.

her: You're probably right.

To all the women (and men) out there. Make it an orgasmic Valentines Day and everyone ends up a winner.

Check out the newly added links

2005-02-13T21:36:00.000-08:00

Yep- I've been finding new places that I like and have decided to share them with you. The links are down below the archives - and the newly added sites are "the gifted one" and "piper's place". Check them out I think you will find them worth your time.

Intimacy and sex

2005-02-12T21:40:00.000-08:00

Intimacy is a tough thing to get a hold of. Having someone hold your balls and fondle them while they have your cock in their mouth is intimate. I think most would agree with that. Telling somone what you fear, what your insecurities are is intimate as well no matter if they are able to touch you at that moment or not. In a perfect world sex would hold intimacy of both kinds. The ability to be touched and loved while having the freedom to say or share whatever you felt at that moment. I believe it's a freedom we all search for but few find.

Most of us are at least a little fucked up, I not the least of them. I have a somewhat open relationship with "the girl" and yet it's not the kind of open that will ever fully fulfill me. "The girl" is almost everything someone could hope for, attractive, wonderful personality, a hoot to be with at parties, and we have had some "knock you out it was so good sex" but she doesn't truly trust me with herself. Which begs the question- when is intimacy not really intimacy. I don't know the answer. I'm sure that another drink or two will help put it in perspective (for tonight anyway) so I think I'll get myself another.

Sorry to be a downer- it's far more fun reading about someone getting their cock sucked in the alley I know. But I've never gotten a blowjob in an alley, and I'm confused right now.

I Like Cumwhores

2005-02-12T00:09:00.000-08:00

I just realized that A Cumwhore's Diary is now linking to this blog. I would like to say thank you and encourage everyone to stop by the diary, it's a good read. I can't think of many things better than a cumwhore but a cumwhore that links to you would be one.

Girls Gone Wild VS. Springfield, MO

2005-02-11T23:54:00.000-08:00

'Girls Gone Wild' could get busted

A crew for "Girls Gone Wild" — a video series whose infomercials titillate late-night TV viewers by showing women flashing their breasts in cities such as Panama City and New Orleans — will be in downtown Springfield tonight to sponsor two rock bands.
Cip Traub, executive director of the Downtown Dining and Entertainment Commission, hailed the event as one boosting Springfield's music scene.

"It's to try to bring new entertainment to downtown," Traub said.

But the "Girls Gone Wild Rocks America" tour won't be welcomed by everyone. And it has faced legal issues elsewhere.

"I wish that they just kept on going down I-44 because I think it would give people outside Springfield the wrong impression of our community," said Mayor Tom Carlson.

Bill McCoy, production manager for Mantra Films Inc., the Santa Monica, Calif., company that produces the series, sees the series differently.

For some women, he said, pulling up their shirts on camera is "like a rite of passage."

McCoy said the company's "Mardi Gras-esque" events are more about socializing than baring all.

"Our parties are more about having fun than they are about, you know, just nudity and chaos," he said.

The rock bands, Copper and Revelation Theory, are touring with the film company and are set to perform at Remmingtons Downtown, at College Street and Campbell Avenue.

The bands use "Girls Gone Wild" for exposure, McCoy said, and in turn the company uses the bands to promote the series in music venues.

Once the "Girls Gone Wild" bus rolls up in Springfield and the event begins, the film company, its host club and whoever attends could face various legal issues.

Police spokesman Officer Matt Brown said anyone exposing themselves in public could be cited or arrested for indecent exposure. And Springfield police will have additional officers downtown in anticipation of the expected crowds, he said.

For activities inside the club, a venue could face fines or suspension of its liquor license if revelers undress, even briefly, said Steve Shimmens, chief of enforcement for the Missouri Division of Alcohol and Tobacco Control.

A regulation against lewdness prohibits nudity in licensed establishments, and the club could face up to a $1,000 fine per charge if employees do nothing to stop nudity, Shimmens said.

"And they have to know this happens, because 'Girls Gone Wild' ... that's the type of affair they put on," he said.

The production manager stressed that the company obeys all local laws. but prosecutors in Florida allege that film company owner Joe Francis and other individuals solicited at least 35 underage women to expose themselves on film in March 2003.

Defendants have been charged with counts including promoting sexual performance of a child and procuring a person under 18 years old for prostitution.

Some college-age women at Southwest Missouri State University this week chuckled at the news "Girls Gone Wild" would be in Springfield, while others shrugged and said they wouldn't take part.

"I myself, I wouldn't do it," said Emily Miller, 18, a student from Vienna, Mo. She added that she didn't "have a problem with other people doing it."

"That's their thing, I guess," she said.

Lesbian lip-locks head for sweeps

2005-02-11T23:47:00.000-08:00

Lesbian lip-locks head for sweeps

On "One Tree Hill," "The O.C." and even "Wife Swap," Sapphic love is in the air. And why not? It's that extended prom night for television lesbians -- sweeps.

In the last decade, television's masterminds have discovered the lesbian kiss. Eminently visual; inexpensive to produce -- provided the actors are willing; controversial, year in and year out; and elegantly reversible (sweeps lesbians typically vanish or go straight when the week's over), kisses between women are perfect sweeps stunts.

They offer something for everyone, from advocacy groups looking for role models to indignation-seeking conservatives, from goggle-eyed male viewers to progressive female ones, from tyrants who demand psychological complexity to plot buffs.

Hooray for the all-purpose lesbian kiss, then, cynical though it may be. "L.A. Law" did it in 1991. "Picket Fences" did it in 1993. In 1994, 1997 and 1999, big prime-time shows -- "Roseanne," of course "Ellen," "Party of Five" and "Ally McBeal" -- did it. And, though 2004 was dry, we've had about one a year since 2001.

A new familiarity

Still, every kiss feels like the first time. The kisses are said to break new ground, or to bring culture to new lows -- either way, we seem to forget that we've seen them before. Many times.

And though the target audience for these kisses may now skew younger -- it's teenagers doing the kissing now, as opposed to Ellen DeGeneres and Roseanne Barr in stunts past -- the kissing scenes, with the big build-up and the quick, chaste, fully dressed payoff, ought to be familiar by now.

Next up, then, are Marissa (Mischa Barton) and Alex (Olivia Wilde) on "The O.C." (Fox). The gorgeous California girls finally kissed Thursday night. And what with Alex's lending of her CBGB shirt, the couple's happy expedition to get Marissa a tattoo and the tantalizing hand-holding we've seen in the past few episodes, it's high time for the girls to make it to first base.

Though Barton played the aggressor in a lesbian relationship on "Once and Again" in 2002, she's now a relative ingenue, enchanted by the confidence of Alex, a bisexual blonde who already has achieved legal emancipation from her disapproving parents in order to pursue another romance with a woman.

Pre-sweeps smooch

On WB's "One Tree Hill," sexually confused Anna (Daniella Alonso) jumped the sweeps gun by a week and kissed straight Peyton (Hilarie Burton) back on Jan. 25. Peyton rebuffed the advance, but Anna has continued to wrestle with her sexual identity into sweeps.

On Tuesday's episode, she went to look for love online, checking "either" when asked on one matchmaking site which sex she preferred. In coming weeks, she'll try to decide whether to come out to her parents.

So what is the meaning of all the kissing? It evidently doesn't scandalize anymore. A poll on one fan site for "One Tree Hill" asked for reactions to Anna and Peyton's kiss. "I saw it coming" won handily over "I'm still shocked."

But the kiss did add a twist to the psychology of the characters. Fans now seem intrigued by how the encounter will affect Peyton, Anna and their future relationships. Though many profess to dislike Anna, who is not one of the show's stars, they also seem more engaged in the drama than ever.

The same goes for "The O.C.," which, though its ratings are down in its second season, is nonetheless winning props from fans for showing a lesbian relationship over time and not merely presenting it as a one-off gimmick.

Tired, but not enough to not notice Twiddlybits

2005-02-10T11:50:00.000-08:00

I'm sorry folks, not much exciting to report tonight. Or at least I don't have the energy for it. I did get some good lovin tonight but between that and riding the indoor bike for an hour tonight I'm beat.

I can't imagine anyone making there way here who isn't familiar with Twiddleybits. As far as I can tell she and her blog are the nost popular on the internet. (most popular sex blog anyway) It's a great read and I have it linked in my "favorite links" so take a few moments to go check it out. If you look around hard enough (hehe) you'll find some pictures on her site of her. Love the nipple shots. Take a look folks.

Wanna MakeOut?

2005-02-10T09:43:00.000-08:00

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Another old post I ran across but I'm posting it here cause it made me hard.
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Wanna MakeOut?: "So its 3am and I am in a cab on my way home from a bar with a friend of mine, we drop her off at her house and continue onto mine. Two minutes after she gets out of the cab this half nude woman runs out in front of the cab, she was naked from teh waist down and laughing and running away from a friend who was also naked from the waist down. So anyway I am a wee bit tipsy so I make a comment to the cabbie (who is a younger middle eastern man who at that time was my type completely) I'm not sure exactly what I said to him but I am sure it was along the lines of 'she looks like she'll be having way more fun than I will tonight' and the cabbie gets this glimmer in his eye. He asks me if I want to have some fun tonight, I reply glibly that yes of course "

Playboy Celebrity Photo Shoots

2005-02-09T13:22:00.000-08:00

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When I was a kid Playboy was prime jerking material but now it's just kind of interesting to see what some of the women we know from TV, Films, and Sports look like without so many clothes. Personal note: I liked Kim Bassinger better before her boob job.
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Liste Celebs

Zoo tempts gay penguins to go straight

2005-02-09T01:13:00.000-08:00

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I stole this line from Inter Alia but here it is: If four swedish females can't make you go straight then perhaps you weren't meant to be a straight penguin.
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Zoo tempts gay penguins to go straight

A German zoo has imported four female penguins from Sweden in an effort to tempt its gay penguins to go straight.

Penguins at Bremerhaven Zoo in Bremen /Europics

The four Swedish females were dispatched to the Bremerhaven Zoo in Bremen after it was found that three of the zoo's five penguin pairs were homosexual.

Keepers at the zoo ordered DNA tests to be carried out on the penguins after they had been mating for years without producing any chicks.

Thanks to Dance Fan

2005-02-08T14:50:00.000-08:00

Thanks to Dance Fan for linking to my site. I have done the same for him and a couple of others I enjoy that you might want to check out.

Will My Sex Drive Ever Slow down?

2005-02-08T08:37:00.000-08:00

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The answer to Ashley's question is apparently yes. She hasn't posted anything since March of 2004! Still this was a nice little diversion that I found this morning when I should have been working. Shhhh.
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Sex blog: "Ugh. Will my sex drive ever calm down? I've never been this consistently horny before....

*smiles* Last night was a good night. As we were about to go to sleep we were vaguely discussing sex, or something sexually related. (I'm not sure what the topic was, however it's irrelevant to this anyway.) He turned to me, grabbed my hand, pulling it down to his enlarged penis and wrapping my hand around it under his saying, 'in that short time of discussing that, look what you've done to me...' I couldn't help but grin. I gently caressed his chest, ever so slightly working him into the right mood. After about 5-10 minutes of me just enjoying having his skin close to mine he threw the blankets down off of us both, revealing the bulge under his boxers. He instructed me to straddle him facing away from him. *smiles* after a little bit of grinding, teasing, squeezing of the thighs, and him holding onto my hips as if if they were his only means of control, he finally grabbed my panties by the strings on the sides of my hips and said, 'I think these need to come off...' I replied happily, 'only if these come off too...' as I tugged gently on his blue plaid boxers."

Wet Miranda

2005-02-07T11:09:00.000-08:00

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This certainly looks like a contrived blog to get people to click on porn but... I was amused to think what if I was offered the same experience. Would I give up the Superbowl for some sexual excitement? I love football but you better damn well believe it.
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Wet Miranda: "For Super bowl 2005, my boyfriend Tom happened to be away on a business tip in Seattle all week. I thought I would have the house to myself, and not have to deal with sports on T.V. whatsoever. At 2:00 he called me, and asked if his friends could come over and watch the Super bowl at our house even though he would not be home.

What? You mean you want your friends to come over to our house and watch that damn football game all day while you won�t even be home? Oh no. Please, can�t they watch it at their own houses?� I said angrily.

Super Bowl is Over and I'm Horny

2005-02-06T23:42:00.000-08:00

Nothing new to my being horny. Pretty much a regular occurence. Had a party for some friends and had a great time. One of my friends scored a projector from his work and we had the game up on an 8 ft screen! It was great. I think the cheerleader (I don't even remember which team she was on I was so focused) did me in when the camera came in for a medium-close shot of her and her breasts were bouncin this way and that. Nice rack on that blond girl and I'll probably be dreaming about her in a few minutes. With luck I'll be slamming her from behind and actually get to finish my orgasm before I end up rolling off the bed only to find I'm falling off the roof of a 12 story building to my death. (Dreams never make sense and I often end up falling in them eventually.)

I just hate it when the death fall comes before lovin is finshed.

Close but I wasn't playing horseshoes

2005-02-05T23:08:00.000-08:00

So, I have a person I see fairly regularly. The two of us went to a birthday party for her cousin and much drinking began. I played quite a bit of pool and had a good time whilst the girl and her family danced. (And worked on becoming trashed I might add.) At one point I did go out on the dance floor- unusual for me- and as the dance ended "M" who is the wife of another cousin of "the girl" flirted with me by grabbing my butt. I told "the girl" that she should invite "M" home with us if she could get away from her husband. Since he works early mornings it was actually a possibility but...I admit it wasn't a good idea. Never good to invite complications to family.

"M" who is very sexual (while her husband is not) spoke approvingly of the idea but when it got down to leaving she chickened out. I still think it's possible I will see her and "the girl" embracing whilst I fuck the hell out of one or the other of them.

Regardless, it didn't happen- much to my chagrin- but I was still left to deal with a raging erection from thoughts of "the girl" and "M" this morning. Damn- why can't things work out like I want them to?

Cyber Porn

2005-02-04T19:02:00.000-08:00

I was surfing the internet last night and made my way to several blogs that I hadn't visited yet. Partly due to some of the content I was reading I found myself eventually surfing over to some cyberporn. What I find funny is that "no-one" goes to look at cyberporn and yet it's a huge business. Apparently there is a couple of guys somewhere in Amsterdam keeping the whole industry afloat. haha

While on my porn surf I found a site called "Joe Pornstar" Apparently it's like a reality show for porn. They take several guys who want to be porn stars and put them through the paces to see how they can do. The "episode" (they have weekly episodes) I watched paired one of the "Joes" up with this girl. She is a very cute girl with a great love for sex. What's bad about that combination?

Since there is more than one Joe I just grabbed some photos of her to show you. If you want to see more you can click on her photos and you will be taken to a free gallery showing more photos of her time with Joe. Enjoy!

Is Being a Sex Addict Counter Productive?

2005-02-03T22:22:00.000-08:00

Maybe that title seems like an obvious "duh" but it is a serious question. I think about sex a lot. To the point that several people have asked if I am addicted o sex. I'm not sure how to make that determination really. I will have sex as much as I am able but I have also gone several days to weeks without giving it a lot of thought or even relieving myself of any sexual tension. I am naturally attracted to high stimulation and there are few things that are as "stimulating" as sex. So, if I have something I'm really focused on such as a work project or an upcoming trip I may not even think about sex but if not...

It's easy to read many of the sex blogs out there and get this impression they have been able to completely surround their life with sex. I find myself getting jealous at times. Some people admit that they are married or have kids etc... but many do not share that. I guess the question it raises for me is this: If I want to have those things in my life can I really be the sex-aholic I wish to be. Maybe others know better than I having tried it but I worry I will have to choose between "life - normal life" and the "full on sex life" I wish for.

Comments?

Ice Princess: Office-ial Pleasures

2005-02-02T23:45:00.000-08:00

Ice Princess: Office-ial Pleasures

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I'm adding the Ice Princess to my list of places to visit regularly. She's a hell of a lot of fun for someone from the icy north. (Just a joke about the cold - nothing against canadians.)
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What is it about the office that just sparks a need to be naughty? The one place where I'm focused, geared up and ready to do my job as best as I can, is also the place where I find myself needing to excuse myself to the washroom to relieve the tension.

The office is business casual so I'm normally decked out in a nice skirt or trousers with a comfortable sweater or t-shirt. I start off well. My clothes are pressed, my hair is knotted back and my hose are straightened. Somewhere in the morning while going through my reports it hits me. I start to shift in my seat, feeling a tightness between my legs, almost a pulsing feeling.

Whatever material my shirt is made of suddenly seems to be the softest of cashmeres rubbing up against my breasts. The seat seems to be pressing up against my legs, urging between them, making them part.

The phone rings and I'm imagining the man on the other end is saying other words, dirty and erotic whispers to keep me on the edge. By the end of the call, my cheeks are flushed, my hair is slipping from the knot from where I've been stroking it...I'm flustered.

Damn It Damn It Damn It

2005-02-02T23:20:00.000-08:00

Get wine.

Come back to computer.

Spill wine all the fuck over the desk!

I'm pissed. Not so much over the alcohol abuse as the fact that I just poured wine onto my new wireless keyboard that I love so much. Damn it Damn it Damn it.

10 minutes of cleaning up and I think I can get back to surfing for sex.

Arrrrghhhh

Penile Cleanliness is next to Godliness

2005-02-01T21:01:00.000-08:00

Penile Cleanliness is next to Godliness

A very good point to be made here. Even if you, like me, don't need to worry about your foreskin anymore you need to make sure your thang is in good clean condition.

Out came the wet wipes, as I asked the usual question:

“Will it hurt if I roll this back?”

He confirmed it wouldn’t so I duly performed that flourish with the hand that brings the foreskin off the head and down the shaft.

An Itch to Scratch

2005-01-31T18:27:00.000-08:00

I've been amazed by looking around at various diary/sexblogs at how much cool stuff is out there. Some of these people have amazing experiences while others are just as funny as hell. My favorite links list will be growing very fast. Reading some of these blogs challenged me to try and make sure that there is stuff of interest for those who wander through as well as to come up with a site design that is different from about 300,000 other blogs hosted on blogger. (I'm sure that I am vastly underestimating that number!)

Today I spent some time over at Ken and Ariel
and was rolling over a some of the writing and stories. Jump over there and take a look at the January 26 post "I'm your ice cream man". I'm pretty sure you'll find it a funny read.

Hotwife Allie - Gift Idea for your special someone or...

2005-01-30T20:44:00.000-08:00

Hotwife Allie: "We've added another t-shirt design to the Hotwife Allie store. Buy one for the wife today. C'mon guys...Valentine's Day is just around the corner."

The page for the shirt is here: Jerk-Off Material

I saw this and was pretty amused. If you don't have someone special to give it to just consider buying one to give to a hottie you see on the street. Then write me to let me know if you got slapped or you got laid.

Take a look at the sites I've added links to

2005-01-29T23:39:00.000-08:00

If you haven't already been there (or even if you have) please take a minute to drop by the sites that I linked to today. They are very interesting and more than once I found myself adjusting my jeans so that I was more comfortable. I'll be sharing more soon. Tired now - off to bed.

Submissive Reflections

2005-01-28T09:43:00.000-08:00

Submissive Reflections

-I found this very erotic and thought I would share. Sarah lets us glimpse into her submissive life-

For the most part, I am an intelligent woman. I am an adult. I am capable of making sensible decisions that clearly improve the quality of my life. I have a lot of tolerance. I can easily overlook stupidity from people. I can forgive thoughtlessness. I can shut my mouth and walk away from overly opinionated people without feeling the need to get into a fight even if I feel I am right. I am very good at avoiding conflict and as Mac often puts it, arguing with me is like being attacked by a slaughtered lamb. I try to remain clear, calm and concise.

Unless I happen to be ovulating.

At that particular time of the month I am very likely to want to rip off your arrogant-ass head and use it to beat your body to a bloody pulp. I can't stand frauds. I can't handle weaknesses. I become so very frustrated by everything and everyone. Stupidity angers me. Thoughtlessness sends me into a rage and you had better bloody listen to me because everything you say and do, everything you believe is wrong. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Now you would think, being that I am an intelligent woman, that I would understand that it is hormonal and that would give me some control over my attitude and my temper and if you do think that, then you are sadly mistaken. I am completely out of control. I know why, I understand it, but I just don't give enough of a damn to let it stop me from doing what I want to do. I am too frustrated to care and too ready to fight to know when it is a good idea to shut up. Now you would also think, being that I am an intelligent woman capable of sensible decisions, that I would realise after all this time, that it is never a good idea to try and dominate Mac. I mean we have been together for two and a bit years, I have known Him forever and never once have I come off best. He always wins. He always seizes control and perhaps that is really what I want anyway. (Perhaps. Rolls eyes.)

So last night when Mac got home from the office, I was in a mood. I had been stomping around and throwing things all day. Nothing had gotten done fast enough or correctly because I wanted everything finished before I had started it. I swore at the computer, I swore at the canvas, I swore at the palette with all the wrong colours on it and I swore at Pickle as I tried to wash the green paint out of his fur. (Why is Pickle the only one that wants to help me paint?) I swear a lot when there is no one else around. I had tried to meditate, to clear my mind and release my frustrations but found that my mind kept wondering off to thoughts of being gang raped by a group of rough men with exceptionally large uh, um, biceps and that didn't help my frustration at all. I tried self-relief with thoughts of Brad Pitt's Achilles, Russel Crowe's Gladiator and an ex of mine that only used me for sex. I had even managed an orgasm or five and still my mood could be described as somewhat bad.

So Mac came home and I was standing in the hall, hands clenched by my side. If I had been thinking clearly, or even thinking at all, I would have used seduction to get what I wanted, but obviously I wasn't in a seducing frame of mind.

"Fuck me." I said and it wasn't so much a question as a demand.
"Sarah, we really have to do something about you not being able to tell me what you want." He chuckled.
"Fuck me now." I ordered. I was not about to muck around with Him.

Of course Mac just walked straight past me to the liquor cabinet and poured Himself a large JD over ice. I was still standing in the hallway. I had only turned to watch.

"You seem to be a little tense." He said as He took a sip of His drink. He was looking at me over the top of the glass. My hands were still clenched into fists at my side, my jaw rigidly set. "Want to talk about it?"
"No." I answered. "I want to fuck."
"Well," He said calmly, "I am going to have this drink and watch some television and we can discuss this further after dinner. If I feel like it."

Now an intelligent woman would realise that this approach was not working, that Mac was going to be stubborn about this. And as I am an intelligent woman, I tried something different.

"You are a selfish arrogant bastard." I said. He smiled at me sweetly and made His way to the couch and remote control.
"I expect dinner to be ready in about 30 minutes Sarah." He said.

And of course I went to prepare dinner mainly because I felt like having a knife in my hand. I chopped and I cut and I sliced and I peeled the skin back off things and I imagined the poor vegetables screaming as I stabbed them and boiled them and mashed them up.

When I called Him to the table at the 30-minute mark, He smiled as He walked towards me. I scowled at Him in return. As He passed me He grabbed me and spun me around, pressing me against the wall. With one hand on my waist and the other in my hair I was pretty much His captive. I didn't try and struggle. He kissed my cheek very softly.

"Sarah," He whispered in His most seductive voice, "behave now. I want to eat dinner with my good girl." He let me go and it wasn't until I took a breath that I realised I had been holding it in.

It worked. I settled down even though I was disappointed that He had stopped. It felt like there had been the promise of something more to come and if I behaved I might get to find out what it was. My mood changed and I thought it was because of the adrenaline rush I had received, or the anticipation. I was able to laugh with Him and explain the green spot on Pickle's back and I felt calm and more in control than I had all day. By the time dinner was over, I declined Mac's offer of help with the clearing away and suggested that He go and do His nightly check of work emails. He smiled at me and told me that I seemed to be feeling much better and I smiled back at Him because I was. I watched Him leave to go upstairs then I cleared away the dishes and quickly did the washing up so that I could have the evening to finish off many of the things I had failed to do all day.

I was not expecting it. I had not heard Him come back downstairs. I didn't see Him moving behind me. I guess my mind was busy on other things. I suddenly found myself pinned facing the wall again. This time the seduction was gone as was the gentleness, He was rough, He was terse and He was mean. And even though one of His hands held tightly in my hair and the other was pushing up my skirt, I was grinding my ass back against Him.

"Fuck me?" I begged. "Please fuck me?" He bruised me as He pulled my panties down. "I need You in my cunt. Please? Oh god, Please?"

He pulled my hips out from the wall so that I was bent over and I reached between my legs to help guide Him into me but I wasn't quick enough. He had already shoved His way inside. My fingers touched His cock as He pulled back out of me and I moaned at how hot and wet it felt. He grabbed a hold of my outer thighs to give Him more leverage and I had to use both hands against the wall to stop myself from being pushed into it. He fucked me brutally and no matter how hard and how deep He thrust, I couldn't help but ask for more. And I asked and begged and pleaded, I didn't dare demand, I am not the boss around here. He came without a care about my own orgasm. This was not about sex, it was about control and I had just been reminded how much of it I have. Demands do not get me very far.

When His cock had emptied and He had withdrawn He pulled me up and back against Him. He kissed my neck and my ear and murmured to me what a good girl I was. Then He told me He still had work to do.

I followed Him upstairs and marvelled at just how easy I could make the paint brush do exactly what I wanted it to do and how the colours fit together just right. I marvelled at how my frustration had just gone away. I gave it a lot of thought, but didn't want to discuss it with Mac because I knew what He would say.

He hadn't given in to the foot stomping, pouting little girl that stood in the entryway because I didn't need to be fucked. Even when He had fucked me, that had not been what had relieved the tension that I had felt. It had been when He took control away from me. It wasn't because of the promise of more to come or the adrenaline rush, it was because He had proven that He was not going to put up with my little tantrum. If it had been another man that pushed me up against the wall, I know I would have fought back, but with Mac there was no need to. I was just making sure that He was going to put me back in my place.

It may be wrong of me to put Him through these little tests, even if I do not always realise that is what I am doing. But I am a female and it is my baby making time and I guess my instinct is just to make sure that it is a strong Male that I am mating with. Mac says He understands what it is I do and why and instead of it turning Him away from me, He finds it very feminine and it turns Him on to see me acting in such a female way. Besides, He believes He is strong enough to pass any test that I come up with. He knows He is stronger than me and is not about to give in. So He came back downstairs and fucked me simply because it was what He wanted to do. What I wanted had not been on His mind.

Of course He scowls at me when I pout and He glares when I stomp my foot, but when I readily submit as soon as He points to my place at His side, He finds that so very alluring that it makes His cock throb in a way that only I can relieve. He doesn't hide that from me. He believes it is good for me to know that my submission affects Him in that way. I believe it is good for me to know it too. It takes away any fear I could feel in submitting to Him.

This morning I woke Him with soft kisses. He turned to His side and held me close.

"You know," I said as I snuggled into His chest, "You are a selfish arrogant bastard, but I love You anyway."
He laughed. "Babe, you love me because I am a selfish arrogant bastard, not in spite of it. You still need someone around that is not afraid of saying no to you."
I sighed heavily at the truth of it then I laughed because He was right again.

I may not always get what I want when I want it, but more often than not, what I need is what He wants so with very little effort, He takes care of me.

For some reason, it seems that is the way it should be. Little effort, both fulfilled.

Yes, that seems just perfect to me.

ADVERTISE ON MY CLEAVAGE, GLASGOW, FOR 15 DAYS

2005-01-27T10:35:00.000-08:00

eBay item 5951626613 - ADVERTISE ON MY CLEAVAGE, GLASGOW, FOR 15 DAYS

I'm not saying you want to look at this cleavage but it did amuse me a bit.

Mistress Matisse's Journal

2005-01-22T01:21:00.000-08:00

Mistress Matisse's Journal: "Whatever man first said, 'It's better to get pissed off than pissed on,' and thought himself ever-so-witty, had clearly never met some of the guys that call me.

Ring ring!

Me: Hello?
Caller: How much do you charge for golden showers?"

I think this guy has mistaken me for an a la carte menu. In fact, I have a feeling he's hoping he's at McDonalds. He's wrong on both counts.

Me: I do not charge per activity. I charge a per-hour fee for my professional time, regardless of what kind of scene I'm doing.
Caller: Oh. Well, what's your fee per hour?
Me: Two hundred and fifty dollars.
Caller: Oooo. That's kinda steep, isn't it?

It's not – it's exactly the same as everyone in town has been charging for some time. (Although I did notice lately that there's a newcomer charging three hundred. More power to her, if she's getting it.) Of course, he might also just mean "steep" relative to his discretionary income, which would be a not-my-dog situation. Either way, one always wonders how guys who say this think I might respond to such a remark. "Oh, do you think so? Tell me, dear man, how much would you like to pay me?" Surely, surely not. So I just say…

Me: Did you have any other questions I can answer for you?
Caller: Do you do fifteen-minute sessions?

Oh man. I get requests for half-hour sessions, and that's bad enough. But fifteen minutes? What the fuck does he think this is, a chair massage at an airport?

Me: No.
Caller: No?
Me: No.
Caller: But, I mean – you can't really pee for a whole hour, anyway. Can you?

I swear to god that's what he said. And there was the faintest little breath of crazy, I-know-it-can't-really-be-true-but-I'll-ask-anyway kind of hope in those final two words. I was so incredibly tempted to say "Oh, yeah! Sure I can." Just because then the little piss slut would be jerking off in a frenzy for the rest of his life, thinking about a woman who an hour-long bladder. A woman, I might add, that he'd never, ever get to meet. The torture of it!

But he'd never stop calling me. So instead I say…

Me: I think we're through talking now. Goodbye….
Click.

Piss off, indeed…

Handjobs are nice - part 2

2005-01-20T16:39:00.000-08:00

When we got there I opened the passenger door and as “S” started to get in I stopped her and kissed her softly but with passion. We continued this for a moment and then I forced myself away from her as I felt her shiver from the cold. Once I was inside the car she described where she was staying and then asked that I move the seat back as far as I could while still being able to safely drive. “S” began once again to rub my penis through my jeans. This time she watched me intently. She seemed to be soaking up my pleasure which had the effect of fueling her own passion. She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and then asked me to pull them down a bit without killing us in an accident. When I was done I turned to see that she had loosened her own pants some light cotton ones that were much easier to undo. She leaned over and took me into her mouth moving up and down a few times covering my penis with saliva. Next she shifted in her seat so she more or less faced me and leaned her right hand over and cupped my balls first then slid her hand up the shaft and grasped the upper portion putting particular pressure on the sensitive spot where the head and the shaft meet. She ran her hand up and down my penis changing tempo and technique every little bit - keeping me on the edge of an orgasm but not allowing me to have one. She would look at my penis in her hand to my face and back again to watch the effect she was having on me. I didn't notice until I heard her inhale quickly that she had brought her talented fingers to bear on her pussy as well. Shortly after that her body began to shake, she moaned loudly and grasped my cock tightly as she let herself go into an orgasm. She paused for a moment while the orgasm washed over her and tensed suddenly as she pulled her hand out of her pants.

Quickly “S” took her hand away from me and re-adjusted her clothes. Turning back she put one hand on my balls and the other began pumping the shaft again. She kneaded my balls and even tickled the area beneath them with her fingernails continuing to rubbing me deliciously. As I approached the point of no return I reached my hand over her shoulders and pulled her closer to me so I could feel contact with her body as well. The next thing I knew her left hand grabbed a handkerchief I didn't remember either of us having and her right hand went about the task of finishing me. I was tensing and trying to pull her ever closer when she whispered in my ear, "I want you to cum for me now. Please cum for me, please!" I erupted right into the handkerchief that she was holding just over my penis. As I came she began to rub slower and slower and then made sure that I completely cleaned up. Done with that she held onto my penis and leaned her head against my shoulder for another few minutes until we got near our destination. She reluctantly released my penis and I got my pants back up without running us off the road. (It's not easy in jeans.) After that she leaned against me as she gave the final directions, the whole time resting her hand on my crotch.

When we arrived she turned to me and said she had enjoyed her time with me. I asked if I could see her again and was told the chances were slim. “S” had only been here for her grandfathers funeral and would leave torommow. I told her I was sorry about her grandfather but she and she thanked me. You helped me get my mind off of it she said.
She gave me a final kiss and then turned to go.

I asked her if she wanted the handkerchief and she grinned, "no, I think you can keep it."

"I didn't even see you get it from your purse." I said.

“S” grinned even more broadly, "Yeah, I know, you were a little distracted." And then she was gone.

Aside from being slightly surreal what was astounding about this experience was how remarkable the handjob was she had given. She really liked giving me a handjob and being able to watch and experience it all. Handjobs are always nice - but they are amazing when given by someone who really likes to share pleasure.

Handjobs are nice

2005-01-19T14:45:00.000-08:00

I went to a club where the music was too loud and danced and drank with whoever seemed interesting. Nothing had really clicked with anyone and I was about ready to head home and call it a cyberporn night when a woman approached the bar I was standing at and yelled to the bartender she needed another drink. (I did say the music was too loud, didn't I?) As she waited for the drink to arrive she looked me over and I returned the favor. Neither of us was model material but we were both attractive, young and slender. When the bartender brought her drink I had him put it on my tab which made him grin. (Bastard thought I was gonna strike out.) She nodded to me in appreciation and slowly sipped her drink. Like most clubs the lights were low and there were enough people crowded around that you really couldn't see much below about waist level. That was why I was startled when I felt something near my crotch - Who The Fuck was that?

The answer didn't take long to determine as I looked up and to my left and caught the gaze of the woman I had just purchased a drink for. She was turned partially away from the bar holding her drink in her right had and with her left she was caressing my upper thigh. Having caught my gaze and giving me a "just shut the fuck up and enjoy" look she turned her head towards the dance floor and continued lightly moving her hand towards my package. I became very quiet and even half closed my eyes as I enjoyed the sensations she was creating. I glanced at the bartender who was busily taking orders and cussed him for a fool for doubting me. (Admittadly my money would have been with him in the same situation.)

She continued sipping her drink and started to trace my growing erection with her fingers. She would stop every so often causing me to wince (lack of pleasure is it's own pain) but she would begin again sometimes scratching her nails across my member. The tension she was creating was unbelievable particularly as we were standing in a rooom with probably about 5-700 people who were all unaware of what this woman was able to do to me with rosie palm and her five sisters.

This continued for probably about five minutes until she finished her drink. Taking her hand away from me she turned back to the bar and placed her drink down on the table and then faced me. She brought her hand up in front of her face and guestured with her finger for me to come near(er) which I did willingly. She opened her arms (as much as she could with all of the peoople) intending for me to embrace her. I did so and felt her left hand snake between us and return to it's former playground. I bent slightly down and brought my face to hers so that my mouth was near her ear and her mouth near mine. My arousal was so intense that I felt as though my entire body was radiating pleasure - what I sometimes call being "drunk with lust".

She whispered in my ear that she wanted to get some air outside and squeezed my penis for un-needed emphasis. Like I wouldn't follow her in the state I was in? We forced our way through the crowd and once outside (where we could hear each other) she told me her name was “S”, she was ready to head home and wanted to know if I would give her a ride? Before I could even nod my head up and down (I don't think I could speak.) “S” added that I couldn't come in with her but that she would make the ride enjoyable for me if I was willing. I grabbed her hand and walked toward the car.

One Of My Favorite Things

2005-01-17T13:40:00.000-08:00

You may have noticed already from some of the things that I have posted but one of my favorite pastimes is to venture out and about into sex blogs and hear what it is that other people are doing. Porn is cool and fun but there is nothing that excites me more than hearing what real people do or how they have done it. I feel like my sexual life has been fairly interesting off and on in my life sometimes it's been fucking great. But I bow to some of you folk out there that create your life so that sex is always available to you - even the center of your existence. I've read some wild shit lately and even though a fair share of it is defintely outside my comfort zone I never tired of hearing how a particular act aroused the person. Even if the act seems horrific to me the fact that they were brought to a sexual plateau by it intrigues me - gets me hard.

I'll try to post some more stories sometime soon - either stuff that is/has happened to me or things that I have found out there.

The Red Sneaker Diaries

2005-01-15T14:31:00.000-08:00

The Red Sneaker Diaries

I thought this was a great experience and wanted to share it with anyone who hadn't already seen it.

Revelations on a Saturday Morning Jun 3rd, 2004 2:05 pm EST
So it all came out. The lies, the confessions. We talked and talked and talked and talked. And we listened.

It was a Friday, we had made loose plans to spend the evening together after his practice. I stayed at the Kid's place and watched TV. When he was done practice, I was falling asleep all over the couch. He wanted to go to a party - I encouraged him to go without me. The next thing I knew it was 6am and I was asleep on the couch. I stumbled to bed and fell asleep till 10am. When I woke up, he was still not there, and I started listening to my deeper fears. A half hour later I called his friend who had a cell, and found out he was OK and on his way home.

He came in the door, looked at me and was beaming, smiling. We walked into the kitchen, and we chit chatted about the party. And then he revealed something I was definitely not expecting. He had had a threesome with his friend Terrier and this girl, Sparrow. It was a blow, yes. I struggled to maintain my composure. I wanted to be happy for him, as I had been contently been encouraging him to sleep with other people during our separation, but I still struggled over some specific details. Nevertheless, the thought of a MMF threesome is very erotic, and knowing he had come home to me to cuddle with and be with me helped me to suppress the innate jealousy I felt.

He told me some of the details, like how he took her from behind, doggy style, and from the side, while she sucked on Terrier. Like how he and Terrier made her come again and again and again by taking turns going down on her. Like how my orgasms are much more intense and exciting than hers, worth "like five of her's". Like how her blowjob technique was inferior to mine. Like how he only came once, from the whole experience, and how it wasn't that good. Hearing him reveal all this made me excited, hot and wet. When I kissed him, this lingering, distinct spell of aroused pussy tickled my nose. It aroused me both consciously and subconsciously.

In my fantasy MMF threesome, I am the center of attention. My threesome partners would go down on me for and hour or two, taking turns, both of them touching and licking me at times, sometimes only one while the other watches. Feeling the sensations of being stroked all over my body by four hands. The feeling of two mouths on me at the same time, sucking simultaneously. They would fulfill many of my fantasies, both filling me at the same time, in any conceivable combination...And they would leave me, spent, shaky legged and satisfied.

So as he toldme of his experience, I decided to remind him of why he was happy coming home to me, and how turned on I could get him. As we were talking I started to caress him, fondling him ever so gently as he told me the details. He was so tired, not having slept at all - still, he became aroused, responding to my dancing fingertips. Finally, I could not resist the lure any longer, and I took him into my mouth, sucking him in gently at first. I stopped and went to caress his balls with my tongue, gently drawing them into my mouth gently, one at a time, gently scraping my teeth on them, slurping up loose skin and tugging back gently on it. The tasted sweet from the lube he had used during his threesome, and they smelt faintly of latex. By the time I was finished and resumed the blow job, he was so turned on it took very little time before he came in my mouth - long, drawn out and intense.

Aside - thank you British cosmo for "the trumpet", a powerful and simple technique.

And then we talked some more, chit chatted and giggled and talked and listened. We were still being very sensual, and presently, he started to get aroused. We played and giggled on the couch for a bit, and I teased him, getting him excited about the prospect of fucking me and then letting him know it was my time of the month. I continued to tease him, letting it build up and build up, until I finally suggested what he was hoping I would. In the bedroom, he lubbed me up and teased my anus, before sinking himself in, slowly, down to the hilt, as I whispered - go slowly...shhhh...slowly...shhh...stop...shhh...more....ooooh. Finally, as I relaxed fully, he was able to stroke, in and out, slow at first, then rougher, more aggressive. I was tossing my head back while bucking into him when he grabbed onto my loose ponytail and pulled back my hair (not too) roughly, and spanked me as he fucked me in the ass, hard and fast. Suddenly, he stopped and flipped me over, propping up my hips on a pillow. He reentered and started stroking me, while I played with myself. I came before him, his cock stroking in and out of my ass intensifying the firey explosion. Then he came, once again, hard, with his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

We cuddled in bed but he was struggling to stay awake. I kissed him and tucked him in and left him to nap. I knew that now when he thought of his threesome, he would remember the mind blowing sex that he'd had with me barely three hours after.

2005-01-14T13:11:00.000-08:00

Today as I drove through the downtown area I caught a glimpse of a woman standing, waiting to cross an intersection. It was just a passing glimpse but I was very struck by her. In a movie it would have been one of those slow-motion scenes where you can feel the importance of what the character is seeing or feeling. I can't tell you why I was so struck by her exactly. I have certainly known women that were more beautiful that didn't strike me this way. Perhaps it's the fact that I don't know her - don't know her troubles and foibles that made her more attractive.

Visually I was aroused to see her wearing a shortish skirt with a professional looking button down shirt- all white. (I have several fantasies that involve women in skirts and/or "professional" women.) She had shoulder length hair that was brown and I could swear she had a knowing grin on her face as I passed. I have no idea how she would have been able to see me and notice that mentally I had her in the doorway of a nearby office building pinned up against the wall but she seemed to. More importantly, she seemed pleased by the knowledge.

I was late for work and so there was no chance of stopping to meet her and in fact I wouldn't have known what to say.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help noticing you as I drove by and thought you might like to let me have my way with you here on a public street?"

Not sure that would have worked. I suppose if I hadn't been so powerfully aroused by her I could have come up with something glib but as they say as the little head wakes up the big head takes a nap.

Work was hard. And I do mean rock hard. Several times I had to get up from my desk and was forced to think up an excuse to carry some folders in front of me. By the time I got home I was in danger of getting blue balls! That was quickly taken care of while replaying the scene of her standing at the intersection several times with different erotic endings for each.

Damn- I can't remember the last time I came that much in one orgasm or if I ever have. I can assure you that I will be trying to make sure I drive by that corner near the same time for awhile!

Diary of a Nympho

2005-01-13T23:10:00.000-08:00

Diary of a Nympho:

"Joelle is 'dying to know' what the infamous Monroe massage is.

Joelle, I'm glad you asked. It could quite possibly be one of the best moves in a woman's sexual repertoire.

I can't take full credit for this particular act, as I actually got it out of a book years ago. To this day, however, I've never found anyone that's done it or had it done.

The Monroe Massage
This is purportedly named after Miss Marilyn Monroe herself, who, as rumor has it, was the first to make this an actual 'act'.

To get the mood right, first light some candles all around the room so that they are your only light. You should have on hand a good bottle of warming massage lotion, preferably one made for sexual acts as it's going to be getting in delicate places, ladies.

Strip naked, don your robe, and invite your man in for a relaxing, candlelit, oil massage. Give him the best massage you can, kneading deeply. It really doesn't matter how good you are at massages, once this is over he won't remember your hands on him at all. The important thing here is to oil up his back as well as you can. Get it nice and slippery.

Once you achieved this, don't say a word - just slip off the robe and straddle his back. Massage him with your whole body, gliding up down and his back using the oil.

Here comes the good part. As your sliding around on him, found a good rubbing spot for your pussy. If you work around enough you'll be able to find just the right spot that will get you where you want to be - once found, move however you need to to create the right friction. That's right, girls, I want you to ride your man's back and get yourself off on him.

Trust me, once he hears you screaming out, "I'm going to cum" he's yours forever. Men love the idea of a woman using their body to get themselves off, without their having to do any of the usual hard work.

My little addendum to this is to roll off of him and say, "Now it's your turn." It won't take him long to get off once he's inside of you. You can do this doggy-style, if that's what he prefers, but him getting on top is nice too since he can glide nicely on top of you using the slick oil.

And that, my friends, is a Monroe Massage.

I'd *love* to hear how this worked out for anyone who has or is going to try it. In fact, if you send me your stories, I'll *post* them (anon if you prefer)! Let me know..

Fairfield County Weekly: GOP = Grumpy Old Pornographers

2005-01-12T22:59:00.000-08:00

Fairfield County Weekly: GOP = Grumpy Old Pornographers:

"GOP = Grumpy Old Pornographers"

The last presidential election, we were told ad nauseum, was decided on 'moral values.' But what about the GOP's porn connection. As the Washington Post's Terry Neal recently wrote, 'corporate leaders at companies as diverse as News Corp., Marriott International and Time Warner can profit by selling red-state consumers the very material that red-state culture is supposed to despise. Those elites then funnel the proceeds to the GOP, which in turn has used the money to successfully convince red-state voters that the other political party is solely responsible for the decline of the civilization.' Neal cites two court cases involving so-called pornographic films--in Utah and Ohio--that have revealed in two of the 'reddest' areas in America, the 'community standards' included a huge consumption of porn, even among Mormons.
Timothy Egan, in an earlier piece for The New York Times, wrote, 'The General Motors Corporation, the world's largest company, now sells more graphic sex films every year than Larry Flynt, owner of the Hustler empire. The 8.7 million Americans who subscribe to DirecTV, a General Motors subsidiary, buy nearly $200 million a year in pay-per-view sex films from satellite providers.' Also, Rupert Murdoch--owner of Fox News and an ardent pro-Bush conservative--'makes more money selling graphic adult films through its satellite subsidiary [EchoStar] than Playboy, the oldest and best-known company in the sex business, does with its magazine, cable and Internet businesses combined.'
Finally, AT&T, once the nation's largest communications company, offers a hardcore sex channel [Hot Network] and owns a company that"

Dating, Sex & The Single Girl......

2005-01-11T22:35:00.000-08:00

Dating, Sex & The Single Girl......: "Guys Who Won't Go Down on Women

Hi Moxie,

I recently began sleeping with a guy I've known for a few years. We've hooked up only a few times. The sex is great, but he never goes down on me. But I always go down on him. He's always trying to get me to take his penis in my mouth when we fool around, but he never reciprocates.

What does this mean?

I just got this e-mail this morning. The only time I've ever had a guy NOT go down on me is when he's been insecure about his abilities OR he ultimately just didn't care about my pleasure and was totally into himself. Honestly? It's a sign that 'he's just not that into you.' Or he's intentionally withholding for some reason, which sounds equally fucked up.

Your thoughts?

WL writes:

Hes's being a selfish prick. Keep your mouth above
the waistline till he gets the point. If he has a
problem, TELL him. He does.

As for me, I adore the taste of an excited woman.
And getting her off on the tip of my tongue makes
a guy feel rather like Superman. And entering her
while she is still quivering, takes a lot of the
performance pressure off, and shes more likely to
have another quickly...

and another and another and another...

Poor clueless bastard. He's missing out.

To me, there are two reasons why a guy won't go down on a woman:

1. He doesn't care for/like her or isn't attracted to her.
2. He's trying to intentionally hurt her. "

Sex talk leads to a lawsuit

2005-01-10T22:11:00.000-08:00

Backpage Article Display:

"Sex talk leads to lawsuit

New York - A woman who says she is a former girlfriend of KISS rocker Gene Simmons is suing him for slander, saying the bass guitarist made her sound like a 'sex-addicted nymphomaniac' during a 'rockumentary' on VH-1 television.
Georgeann Walsh Ward, 53, of Chester, New York, says in court papers that a photo of her appeared 11 times during the report on KISS, shown on the network several times in July and August, while Simmons claimed to have had sexual encounters with 4 600 women.
In the documentary, When KISS Ruled The World, Simmons commented that 'there wasn't a girl that was off limits, and I enjoyed every one of them', court papers say.
Ward's papers say that because a photo of her with Simmons was shown during remarks about his sexual adventures, she was in effect portrayed as 'wild' and 'unchaste'.
'The implication was that (Ward) was a prostitute and/or solicited prostitutes, and/or (she was) a sexually loose woman,' court papers say.
Ward, married with a 21-year-old son, said she met Simmons at a concert in October 1972 when she was 21. For the next three years through fall of 1975, she says in court papers, they were in what she believed was 'an exclusive, monogamous, romantic relationship'.
During much of the time they were together, Ward's court papers say, Simmons was a college student and then a sixth-grade teacher 'until the success of KISS propelled him out of the classroom and out of the plaintiff's life'.
Ward's lawsuit, filed on Thursday, asks for unspecified damages from Simmons and from Viacom, VH-1's parent company, for alleged defamation and invasion of privacy.
Laura Nelso"

Did I Mention a Story? Part 2

2005-01-09T21:24:00.000-08:00

"D" took her mouth away from my erection but before I could protest she brazenly pulled her pants completely down, stepped one foot out from them and straddled my legs. She grasped my penis and guided it inside her. Inch by inch she let herself down with a look on her face that suggested she wasn't even aware I was there.

I wish I could tell you a story that involved hours of athletic sex on each and every piece of playground equiptment. I simply can't. This first experience with sex outdoors combined with the the way that "D" was completley lost within her lust pushed me over the edge sooner than I wanted. After a few minutes of watching her have her way with me I reached out and grabbed "D's" ass, pulled her down onto me and held her there while I erupted inside of her. Once I had regained my ability to speak I asked (whispered) to "D" if she had been able to finish as well. (hey- it was college- I wasn't smooth yet.) She nodded her head while slowly rocking on my lap. We sat for another moment or two until I began to go limp. She lifted herself off of me and re-clothed herself far more gracefully than I did. Hell, I could hardly stand and walk my knees were so weak let alone seem graceful pulling my pant up.

A few weeks later she told me that she wouldn't be calling me anymore and unfortunately she was telling the truth. Looking back I doubt that she actually achieved an orgasm yet I think she still enjoyed herself. That's not some male bravado talking it's an understanding that I gained about "D" after some time. "D" loved being a slut, but she didn't trust herself to really be one openly. She felt that she could trust me not to speak badly about her all over campus and she was right. For "D" sex was about the feeling of giving up her fears of being respectful and just reveling in the flesh as much as it was about having an orgasm.

A part of me has always loved "D" for what she shared with me. I hope she thinks fondly of me as well.

Did I Mention a Story?

2005-01-08T20:24:00.000-08:00

She was sort of dating someone else. I was not dating anyone and wished she was with me. And oddly even though we were attending a very small college she would call me from time to time for us to go "walk" which was always a wonderful experience. I say oddly because it was such a small enviornment that it would have been easy for someone to get word back to her boyfriend that we were out literally walking the streets near the college. Yet for a time she called me and I never said no. She was the first asian girl that I had ever been "involved" with and I found her very exciting. One particular night we ended up walking to the playground of a nearby elementary school. She went to a swingset and sat down in one of the swings. It put her at just the right level for me kneel down and be able to easily kiss her. So of course I did. Kissing turned into tounging which progressed to my sneaking a hand inside her light jacket and running a finger around her nipple which was already straining against her shirt. She had smallish breasts but they fit her body well and I loved how responsive she was when I focused on her nipples.

I stood up and took her hand leading her towards the school building. It was night time and the area was shadowed from the little moonlight that was out. We walked towards some steps that led up to a back classroom entrance. I may have been the one to start the petting but once she was aroused "D" was very capable of dictating action. She pushed me gently making it clear I was to sit on the steps. She unbuttoned my pants and with my help was able to pull them (and my underwear) down to about my knees. Carefully - frustratingly slowly - she ran her fingers up one side my penis and down the other side. With a gleam in her eye she bent her head down and lightly licked my head which caused a groan to escape my lips. The groan made me feel nervous that maybe someone would happen by and see/hear what was happening but as I scanned the area "D" suddenly engulfed my penis with her mouth and held me there while she fondled my balls with her hand. I forgot anyone else existed and was barely able to keep from screaming in delight!

Sexkitten: ON ALL FOURS

2005-01-07T19:40:00.000-08:00

Sexkitten: ON ALL FOURS:

"ON ALL FOURS

I went to see B this evening at his home. He was in his office when I arrived. The door was open. He called for me to come up to his office. I stood in the doorway and watched him for a moment. He was sitting behind his desk, his reading glasses lodged on the tip of his nose. He wore a blue shirt that complimented his complexion nicely.
I wanted him immediately. My attraction for him has grown with my liking. Whenever I see him--whenever I'm around him, I throb. I grow wet--I feel and become naughty. I yearn to get closer to him, to taste and smell him.
�How�s my favorite girl,� he said smiling broadly at me.
�I�m wonderful,� I said.
�I know that you�re wonderful. And fine as hell too. Look at you. Did you take off your coat in public in that top?�
�I sure did,� I said running my fingers over my nips which were strained severely against the thin cloth.
�Bring your little ass over here so I can put you over my knees and spank you,� he said.
I took my spanking like a good girl. I even lifted my skirt for him.
Slap!
'You�ve been�
Slap!
A very bad�
Slap!
bad�
Slap!
girl...
�I want more,� I said, though my ass felt on fire.
Slap!
Now get off my lap and thank me for the punishment.
I fell to my knees and took him into my mouth. He gasped and shuddered. I really love pleasuring him. I brought him close to orgasm, stopping just in time to torture him.
He begged to be inside me and I mounted and wrapped my legs around his waist; my hands clasped on the back of his neck and just kept thrusting. He grabbed my cheeks and helped me ride his dick while teasing and torturing my tits with his teeth. I was so turned on that it didn�t take long for me to erupt all "

Bared in Boston

2005-01-06T19:19:00.000-08:00

Bared in Boston

Bared in Boston
Editor of Campus Sex Magazine Hopes to Put the Harvard Competition to Shame

By Libby Copeland
Washington Post Staff Writer
Saturday, January 8, 2005; Page C01

BOSTON

Alecia Oleyourryk is a fast-talking, jumpy senior at Boston University. When she's really concentrating, like now, she picks at her cuticles with a thumbtack.

"Desperately grasping his damp skin," she says, picking away and reading aloud from a computer screen. She is editing her new campus sex magazine, called Boink, due out in February. The idea is to beat the Harvard students who last year published a campus sex magazine called H Bomb with references to Freud, French structuralism and Lacanian psychoanalysis, along with skin shots such as a naked guy in an Einstein wig.

Alecia Oleyourryk and Christopher Anderson are co-founders of Boink, the new sex magazine featuring Boston University students.

Desperately grasping . . .

She doesn't like the "grasping."

"What would you use -- 'cling'?" asks Christopher Anderson, 38, her co-founder. He is not a BU student but he is a man fond of photographing young people who wear no clothes.

They're reading an account of sex in a Fenway Park bathroom during a Red Sox game. The piece is tentatively titled "Heading for Home" and includes the phrase "forcefully pushing me against the baby-changing station." It's supposed to be true, but it reminds you of those letters to the editor that start, "Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me, but . . ."

Oleyourryk and Anderson promise more nudity than Harvard delivered -- naughty bits and everything. Faces, too. (Many of the models in Harvard's magazine didn't want their faces shown. Something about wanting careers.) The Harvard editor says her magazine isn't porn, that it serves as "a rebellion against all of our porn-saturated popular culture." Boink has a different ethos.

"It is porn," Oleyourryk says. "There's nothing wrong with porn. Porn has such a negative connotation."

Oleyourryk is skinny but takes up a lot of space. She pulls her wavy blond hair into a messy ponytail. Her closet is a technicolor chaos of shoes, metallic blue pumps and metallic pink pumps with extremely high heels. What appears to be a red thong dangles from a pull on her bureau, and her bra lies on the couch in the living room of her off-campus apartment.

There have been sex magazines at Vassar, Oberlin and Swarthmore, a Sex Week panel at Yale and S&M parties at Bard. As far back as the '70s, University of Chicago students held a "lascivious costume ball," to which students showed up in various states of undress. But Boink is mostly focused on outdoing Harvard. Oleyourryk exhibits an intercollegiate competitiveness that most students reserve for football rankings and U.S. News & World Report scores.

Unlike H Bomb, she says, Boink will not have "artsy" sex, which is to say "sex that's okay." There will be fewer avant-garde photographs of girls covered in gold paint or slimy hair, or guys with their nether regions tastefully obscured by shadow. There will instead be a well-lit close-up of a guy's nether region, and a review of a sex toy called the BedBuddy, and photographs of guys kissing, and a heavily tattooed woman clothed only by a huge snake. While H Bomb has university approval and was given a $2,000 grant from the student government, Boink has been shunned by the BU administration and is beholden to no one.

"We can do whatever we want," Oleyourryk says.

Oleyourryk, 21, felt it would be hypocritical for her not to pose for Boink while asking others to, so she did two photo shoots with a 20-year-old student named Erica Blom. She and Blom didn't know each other before they started working on the magazine, but during the first photo shoot they got to know each other more via a kissing session. Oleyourryk says it felt weird and she tried to imagine Blom as a boy.

"I've kissed my friends before but not passionately," she says. "Just like, 'Hey, we're drunk and betcha if we kiss, he'll give us a free beer.' "

The magazine's prospective cover came out of the women's second photo session, when they'd apparently gotten to know each other even better. In it, Oleyourryk is wearing only a pair of frilly red panties and her hand is wandering down Blom's torso.

Alecia Oleyourryk and Christopher Anderson are co-founders of Boink, the new sex magazine featuring Boston University students.

Go BU! Beat Harvard.

The Natural Order

In BU's student union recently, a table of mostly female students who've been reading about Boink in the campus newspaper regard the magazine with mild interest, as though it's no more unusual than a new Taco Bell in the food court. Two of them volunteer that they'd pose for it. Then the conversation devolves into talk of off-campus events like the " '80s Porn Party" and the "Anything-But-Clothes Party," and Boink starts to seem less shocking and more like the natural order of things.

Pity today's college students. It's tough to be transgressive these days; all the good stuff's been done. Nudity is about as exciting as it gets, and even nudity isn't such a big deal. If you believe the spring break lore, everyone has already been naked at the tiki bar.

College can seem like Las Vegas -- a place where debauchery is tried on like a tight outfit, where no one keeps score of misdeeds. A BU sophomore named Yianni, who doesn't want his last name known because he's posing nude for Boink, says he probably wouldn't pursue nude modeling after graduation. It's "fun" so long as he's in college, he says. "But in the real world, it's not like that."

Still, Oleyourryk had to draw the line somewhere. Boink will not depict sex acts, mostly because she isn't sure about the legality of them. Eight printing companies that Anderson approached turned him down, six of them because of Boink's adult content. He finally found a printer in Quebec.

Boink's one-upsmanship does not impress the editor of Harvard's H Bomb, whose first issue included a piece called "ART vs. PORN: the polemics of desire."

"I find it kind of depressing, to be honest," says Katharina Cieplak-von Baldegg, a junior. "The focus of theirs really is nudity in a way that it never was for us." Cieplak-von Baldegg says in creating H Bomb, she was conscious of "the male gaze and the objectification of women." H Bomb, a nonprofit, is distributed to Harvard students free, while Boink, a commercial venture, will cost $7.95 per issue. Cieplak-von Baldegg feels that charging for nude photographs is "perpetuating the status quo" of commercial porn.

Oleyourryk has no such compunctions. She doesn't talk about "the male gaze." There is something like integrity in her refusal to offer high-minded justifications for Boink. She's starting a magazine that she knows people will pay attention to, and that's reason enough.

Oleyourryk is an unlikely rebel. She describes herself as having had a "sheltered" upbringing in Oswego, N.Y. Her mom does clerical work, she says, and her dad works for a power company and keeps beef cows on the side. Neither went to college. Oleyourryk describes them as "a bit old-fashioned." They wanted her to go to state school in Oswego, she says, but she demurred: "I'd rather blow off my own leg."

She says she has tried to explain Boink to her mom, who thinks it's nice but doesn't seem to grasp the totality of the project.

Oleyourryk is a magazine journalism major, but unlike her classmates she does not hope to be a writer for the New Yorker. "I picture a 40-year-old man with bifocals and a pipe," she says. In her heart of hearts, Oleyourryk confesses, she wants to be a Hollywood actress.

--There was more to this story but nothing really exciting so it's edited for space--

Got a Sex Strory

2005-01-05T18:58:00.000-08:00

Everyone has one or two stories fromt their own sex life that they think rank up their in the "I can't believe I did that". (Or was allowed to if you're a real pervert!) I'd happily take selections from anyone that was willing to share and they can be anonymous. That doesn't mean I'm looking for the "penthouse letters- I pulled out my modest 10 inch cock..." kind of thing. I'm talking about a real experience of your own sexual history. It doesn't have to be something as bold as a threesome with the Principal's wife and his secretary in the high school gym, modest sexual exploits are happily accepted as well. (Hell- I just love reading about sex!)

I'll be posting one of my own here in the next day or two watch for it. Meanwhile think about what you could email me- that's true.

Condom testing reveals best brands

2005-01-04T17:50:00.000-08:00

Condom testing reveals best brands:
"Condom testing reveals best brands - Planned Parenthood condom performs worst

(Reuters) -- The consumers group best known for rating cars and washing machines has turned its testing prowess to condoms to find out which ones measure up best and how other birth control methods compare.

The nonprofit Consumers Union says in a new guide to contraception that the seven top types of condom they studied did not burst despite vigorous testing, and all models met international standards.

But results showed that the top brand, able to take the most punishment, was the Durex Extra Sensitive Lubricated Latex, according to the report.
Other top-performers include the Durex Performax Lubricated, Lifestyles Classic Collection Ultra Sensitive Lubricated and TheyFit Lubricated. A melon-colored model distributed by Planned Parenthood performed the worst, bursting during a test in which the latex condoms were filled with air.

The group says its review of contraceptives was not politically motivated, although there is an intense debate among health professionals and advocacy groups about the focus on abstinence-only education by the Bush administration.

'We plan our testing programs quite a while in advance. This is purely accidental,' said senior editor Nancy Metcalf.

Consumers Union uses standardized tests to rate the products it examines, which for latex condoms involves filling them with air. There is no accepted method to test silicon or non-latex condoms.

"You end up with a balloon 3 feet tall and a foot wide. They can really stretch an amazing amount," Metcalf said in a telephone interview.

The New York-based organization, which publishes the Consumer Reports magazine, also tested 16 other contraceptive choices.

"Condoms remain the only family planning and pregnancy prevention method that can help prevent sexually transmitted diseases, including HIV, which causes AIDS," the group, which has issued similar reports on condoms periodically since 1979, said in a statement.

"Condoms have improved since the mid-nineties because industry manufacturing standards have become more universally used and more effective," added Edward Kippel, who led the condom test project.

Intrauterine devices or IUDs have also become safer than in previous years, as have birth control pills, including so-called emergency contraception, the group said.

While abstinence has a 0 percent failure rate, doing nothing to prevent pregnancy has an 85 percent failure rate, the group found.

A U.S. government report published last month shows 98 percent of all U.S. women who have had sex have used birth control.

Man Wanting Sex With Boss' Wife Breaks Into Wrong House

2005-01-03T17:45:00.000-08:00

Man Wanting Sex With Boss' Wife Breaks Into Wrong House

SAN DIEGO -- A man admitted Monday in a Vista, Calif., courtroom that he broke into a home -- allegedly to have sex with his boss' wife.

Adan Morales, 24, pleaded guilty to burglary of an occupied dwelling, which is a felony. He faces up to a year in jail as a result of the plea agreement, reported KNSD-TV in San Diego.

Morales was accused of breaking into an Encinitas, Calif., home in hopes of having sex with the woman, only to discover he was in the wrong house. He was caught by sheriff's deputy Leslee Hall on the morning of Nov. 13, shortly after the break-in was reported.

Morales went to the home looking for a woman named Estella "and said that he was going into the house to talk to her and maybe something more," Hall testified in the preliminary hearing.

When asked to clarify "something more," Morales responded that "he was hoping to have sex with her," Hall said.

The defendant said Estella was his boss' wife, and he had seen her at the house but had no relationship with her, Hall said.

A resident of the home, Jose Ochoa, testified that the defendant rang the doorbell to the house around 11:30 p.m., asked for Estella, and insisted several times that the woman lived there.

Ochoa, who shares the house with his wife, his parents and his two daughters, said he told Morales three times there was no Estella in the house or the neighborhood.

Ochoa said he heard the knob to his bedroom door being turned around 2 a.m.

After warning his father that someone was in the house, he conducted a quick search of the interior and exterior of the house, but saw no one, Ochoa said.

Ochoa said he then got into his truck and saw Morales on another street, shortly before he was arrested.

While neither Ochoa nor his wife -- the only other resident to testify -- actually saw the defendant inside the house, Morales later acknowledged he was inside, realized he had made a mistake, got scared and left, Hall said.

The defendant also said a pair of men's shoes outside an open kitchen window were his.

The prosecution presented no evidence of what crime the defendant intended to commit while inside the residence -- a key component of the burglary charge.

There was no evidence that Morales intended to commit a theft, defense attorney Dan Segura said.

His client's actions were "bizarre and a trespass, not a burglary," Segura said.

However, Judge Amalia Meza cited discrepancies by Morales in explanations given to sheriff's deputies as being enough to meet the relatively low evidence standard of the hearing.

"This [case] is awfully weird," Meza said.

Morales is scheduled for sentencing on Feb. 1.

Morning Wood

2005-01-02T16:58:00.000-08:00

There are a lot of things you can call it but I've tended to refer to it the way a buddy of mine always did. Men (usually) wake up in the morning ready to go. Maybe it's a hold over from cave-man days. With all the dinosaurs and dangerous crap if the poor cave-guy didn't get a cave-girl impregnated pretty often the species would have died out. So nature said - I know, I'll just make him wake up horny and ready to lay wood right from the get go everyday.

Well it's great when you wake that way with a willing and well rested partner in crime. (Sex ain't no crime!) But when you wake up from dreaming about the "just out of college" hottie teacher you had in high school and you're alone it's enough to love_sex to tears.

Nuff bout that now.

I guess some sort of welcome is in order.

2005-01-01T16:42:00.000-08:00

Howdy, I realize that no one knows about this blog yet so I'm really just welcoming myself to my own blog. Still, it seems traditional to have a welcome article and so- Welcome! The plan is to have a little bit of anything and everything here. Some personal stuff, sex in the news, whatever happens to catch my fancy at the moment. If you enjoy it drop back by. If not, well there's a ton of other people out there who want you to read their blogs- go make them happy.