Friday, October 21, 2011

Trying on hats

I've always wished I were a dominatrix.  I think I'd love the power of ordering someone around, having him/her get satisfaction from pleasing and serving me.  I fantasize about being a dominatrix with a really hot submissive man who worships me.  I imagine having him feed me, shave me, tying him up and teasing/torturing him in some way that makes eventual the eventual climax that much better.  The power sounds delicious in theory.  I even think it'd be great to go by Mistress Lexi.  But it's just not me.
Whenever I've actually been placed in the dom role I end up worrying I'm actually hurting the guy, wishing he'd just tell me what to do or not being patient enough to tease him to the breaking point.
I'm good at being a sub though.  I've been embracing this more and more recently.  I think it took me a long time to realize that some degree of S&M are present in most relationships, inside the limits of what the individuals define as "safe, sane and consensual" (cornerstones of the practice).  Realizing that power dynamics are natural in a relationship and accepting that I'm a bottom (sub) really helped me to embrace and enjoy that role.
I used that think being a sub meant doing demeaning things.  Now I know just where to set my boundaries and discuss it beforehand with any partner.  I am finding that I happily serve and obey my master in sexual play when I'm comfortable.  In the right situation it is highly enjoyable to be tied up, blindfolded, spanked, teased, objectified or leashed.  I am happy to give up control when I'm sure that my partner won't abuse it.  In relinquishing of control and experiencing good pain, anticipation builds and I find myself aroused and satisfied.

Monday, October 17, 2011

What's sexy

I frequently wonder what makes something sexy.  I find that each of my senses has the ability to detect sexy.  And the stimuli can change depending on my mood or the environment.  When something is sexually appealing my heart flutters and my breath gets caught in my throat for a moment, sometimes I feel lightheaded and other times I just smile.
One of the more recent sexy things I encountered was a woman's skin.  This particular woman has the most amazingly soft skin - as smooth as butter or silk, with no imperfections to be found.  Is she real?  I think so. I spent a whole evening kissing her.  The crazy thing is that I was at a sex club and instead of finding men to play with (I identify as a 1 on the Kinsey Scale) I only made out with her.  But she was what appealed to my senses on that night.  Kissing her was heaven - ridiculously soft lips, great tasting and flirty.  Caressing her body and enjoying the connection was all I really wanted to do.
I had met her once before, but previously she had played more with my husband and I with her boyfriend.  I believe this is because we fell into the traditional roles of straight couples at a sex club.  But at our second encounter, her boyfriend was away for the weekend so I wasn't distracted by him.  And thank goodness.  The gentle play between our two bodies felt sweet and uncomplicated.  We were comfortable and aroused.  But since we are both straight women our sexual tension never reached the level where we wanted to devour each other with passion or wondered whether this would become something more.
I wish that I weren't so fickle when it comes to what I define as sexy.   One day someone or something can be neutral in my mind and then suddenly a switch will flip and I'll be extremely turned on by whatever my brain or body has deemed desirous.  It might be lips one day, muscles, hair, a laugh, or conversation another day.  There's definitely a pattern to what I find appealing but there are also the outliers that give me an unexpected warm and tingly feeling.  It's likely the outliers that lift my mood the most and invigorate me.  Those experiences remind me of my teenage years.  Sadly, they seem to disappear as people pair up and mate for life.  In part, my ability to act upon some of these wild and crazy passionate feelings helps keep me so happy to be in my semi-open marriage.
The only guarantee I have is that I'll experience something sensually enjoyable in every day.  And I find it pretty awesome that my senses are able to give me that much pleasure and titillation.  I just wish I knew what would delight me each time so I could seek it out.  But then I think part of the excitement is the surprise.

Saturday, May 28, 2011


I saw the beautiful Je Joue Ami while shopping at Good Vibrations and could not resist taking it home with me. I have to admit that I'm a bit of an exercise fanatic and perhaps that's in part why a vaginal toning device appeals to me. Having something that encourages me to exercise my pubococcygeus muscles is good motivation to actually do the work that leads to more enjoyable sex, stronger orgasms, and decreased incontinence.
I had never heard of the company Je Joue but am now thoroughly impressed with them, based on this product and touching their others at the store. They are new to the sex toy scene, having started with their first high end vibrator in 2008. The Ami, along with their 3 other offerings are all beautifully packaged, wonderfully luxurious feeling toys made from body safe silicone and ABS plastic. They are phthalate and latex free and designed with careful precision.
I love how each of the "exercisers" is carefully crafted to make this a successful incremental exercise program. The Ami 1 (1.65 ounces, 1.5" in diameter) is a single lightweight ball. It is the largest of the three and the easiest to keep in during Kegals (or housework for a more ambitious and multi-tasking approach). The Ami 2 and 3 are double ball toners that progress in weight while decreasing in size (2.75 ounces, 1.25" in diameter and 3" long, and 3.73 ounces, 1" in diameter and 2.75" long, respectively).  The balls inside the silicone casing move slightly, making for a very mild teasing "jingling" sensation if you move around while exercising.  I do wish the movement of the balls were more intense (perhaps smaller balls to allow for more movement) as it's not actually that noticeable or arousing.
There are countless ways to use these balls.  The most basic is to just do Kegals while they are inserted.  But each one also has a cord attached for simple removal, or resistance training.  A change in position or keeping them in during your day can also increase the challenge.
With few drops of lubricant on the Ami, I find that it's both easier to put in and provides more of a workout, since it has an easier time slipping out. I personally found the Ami 1 to be too large and light to be much in the way of exercise, though it does feel pretty good inside.  I find that I prefer the Ami 2 most of the time since it's heavier, and but still somewhat girthy which is pleasurable, while remaining a challenge. The Ami 3 and I are just getting to be friends - at times I still find it frustrating (and muscularly fatiguing) to use for more than a few minutes at a time.
I recently asked my husband if he could feel the results of my 2-3 times a week of vaginal workouts.  He gave me an uncertain look and said that sex recently had felt really good.  But, whether or not he's feeling the difference, I can certainly tell that the increased intensity of my PC muscle contractions during orgasm are providing me with more pleasure.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Paint, lick and repeat

The box of Kama Sutra Lover's Body Paint from Bliss Connection sat on my dresser for a long while.  I looked at the jar of milk chocolate and the little included paint brush, thinking that there wouldn't be any way this product would do anything for me and my sex-life.  My husband and I finally tried it a few weeks ago, quickly realizing that I had been mistaken.  Surely it was no orgasm in a box, but wherever my husband or I put it on each other we were guaranteed to do a thorough job licking, sucking or kissing it off.  The tender ritual that the use of this edible and delicious body paint created was quite enjoyable.
We started by placing the paint on breasts, necks, fingers and stomachs.  We were both smiling and laughing throughout.  After about 15 minutes I came to the realization that we were genuinely having fun, no longer just testing out the body paint because I felt obliged.  And who wouldn't have fun when chocolate and loving caresses are combined.  In fact it seems like the perfect addition to any truth or dare game.  Anyone wanna host a game?  I'll provide the body paint :)
The only downsides I found with regard to this product were that the chocolate is very thick, so when I tried to make specific designs with it, I was left a bit frustrated.  But I know that's not it's main purpose so I'll forgive this flaw.  The other problem is that we were left a bit sticky even if it was licked completely off, so a shower afterwards is essential.  Luckily showers are a great opportunity for continued passionate adventures - the only thing I need now is more time in which to have these romantic encounters.  Good thing I have this product staring me down and begging me to toss aside the tedium of everyday life and use it.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Cock whenever I want it

My newest toy lets me to get fucked practically anywhere.  It sticks to most surfaces, allowing for versatility in position.  I'm talking about the Basix 7.5 inch Suction Cup Dong from Pipedream.  Bliss Connection sent me this toy which I now affectionately refer to as Mr. Black.
This phthalate and latex-free, rubber toy is made in the USA.  The insertable part is 7.5 inches, but the toy is actually 8 inches all told since it contains the base of the penis with balls and a suction cup.  It is very thick at the head and tapers down a bit toward the base, allowing for maximal stimulation with penetration.  It was a little stinky when I pulled it from its functional but un-aesthetically pleasing packaging. Thankfully, I was able to quickly wash away the smell by bathing it for a few minutes.  Which is a good strategy for getting rid of the smell on any man's junk, right?
With a jelly-like texture, this toy feels and looks fairly lifelike which is both a turn-on and a little creepy.  The fact that it's a floating penis allows me to shut my eyes and fantasize about the guy it could be attached to, while not actually cheating on my husband or risking disease or pregnancy.  At the same time I might just as well have toys that don't look like dismembered body parts.  Also, if this were a real penis I were to have sex with, I'd hope it were a bit more perky.  I find that unless it's well lubricated, the penetration doesn't go so smoothly because it's slightly flaccid.  Also, what's up with the word dong?  I hate it - cock, dildo, and phallus are all much better options.  Dong just sounds goofy.  Think Long Duck Dong.
Aside from those complaints I have had some fun times.  I like how I can stick it to the bed-frame, shower wall, door, or floor and be the one in control.  I can do doggystyle, sitting, standing or lying down, depending on my mood.  I can start and stop when I want, taking pauses for clitoral stimulation with other toys while keeping this dong inside, without it going completely limp.  Using this girthy toy on the inside while achieving a blended orgasm (clitoral stimulation simultaneously) pleases me in an intense way.  While having sex I usually have a hard time keeping my clitoral toys in the right place to maintain the thrusting or movement that pleases my husband.  With this toy it's all about my needs while somehow still feeling more like the real deal than just a toy.
It is harness attachable so I could use it as a strap-on, though probably only vaginally because of it's girth.  I'll let you know how it goes if that situation arises.  For now I'll keep using it on myself, pretending I'm banging Denzel Washington, and wishing he were just slightly more turned on by our relations.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Tricks of the trade

Unfortunately, I wouldn't call myself a penis pleasing goddess.  I do know a thing or two and enjoy playing around and seeing what makes different guys moan, but all my learning, up until now, has been based on real life penis-ing.  I'm not saying that can't get the job done, but there's not a whole lot of variation in what I do.
A few months ago I purchased the book Tickle His Pickle by Dr. Sadie Allison.  It's touted as the how to guide for penis pleasing, both for oral sex and hand jobs.  The first time I heard this book mentioned in conversation, I didn't think much of it.  I had never had a problem making guys cum - it always happened one way or another.
But when a friend of mine purchased Tickle His Pickle and a few weeks later told me that her boyfriend (not one to hand out compliments easily) said she'd given the best blow job he'd ever received, I decided I just might need the book after all.  My friend's boyfriend hadn't even known she'd purchased such a book, and had always previously said an ex-girlfriend gave far superior head.  I know you may think that's harsh, but that's just how honest he is.
After reading through this fairly short (144 page) book, I am proud to say that I learned several new techniques.  Not only is the book clear and concise (there are drawings to go along with the text) but Dr. Allison does not shy away from any topics either, she's as up front and direct talking about anal play, safe sex practices, odors and lube as she is with ways to be sensual and techniques for providing mind blowing orgasms.  And while a book by a woman about penis pleasing may seem counterintuitive, she clearly states that she got help and advise from men.  She also repeatedly mentions that while the tips and techniques may bring new excitement and orgasmic bliss to the man, none of it will happen without good communication and setting the mood as a foundation.
The one other great thing this book provides is humor.  Dr. Allison makes it clear that while giving a man physical pleasure is a serious topic in terms of forming or maintaining a sexual relationship, it's also something that is natural, fun and funny at times.  The humor makes it both an easy read and leaves you feeling less like you've just been taught the one official way to please your man - after all, each man is unique and this book just gives lots of options, some of which will probably be for now and others that may be for another time or another man.
I'm planning to continue work on my deep throating technique now that I know laying back over the bed works best.  Also, I'm going talk dirty more of the time and use my natural oral sex lubricant (saliva) much more freely - especially since I was made with way more than my fair share of the world's saliva resources.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

A dust anyone can love

Well I have a dust allergy, so typically I stay as far away from any type of dust as possible.  The Kama Sutra Honey Dust however breaks this rule.  I find myself reevaluating the name "Honey Dust," and want to call it "Honey Powder," which sounds more refined to me anyway. This product is a sensual powder to put on skin for a nice smell as well as for removing with the mouth during sexual play.
I purchased this product from Bliss Connection after trying it at a Pleasure Party I hosted.  I love the way I can lightly apply it and smell sweet for hours.  It's made from real spun honey  and corn starch so I was happy to know that what I was putting on my skin was natural.  Is it sticky, you ask.  Nope.  In large quantities maybe, but if you apply a light dusting of it with the real rooster feather applicator that is included, it just smells and tastes divine.  The packaging is beautiful, along with the rooster feather duster, the tin is nicely decorated and the honey dust itself is in a satin bag.  The generous quantity in one container seems like enough to last for years.
While I purchased Honeysuckle, there are also Raspberries, Chocolate, and Strawberries & Champaign flavors.  I have smelled and tasted each of the flavors and enjoy the unique, mild and accurate tastes of each one.  It's a fun way to tickle and tease and then lovingly lick the spot that maybe got a little too tickled.
I've also taken to putting it on after a shower, in order to dry off quicker, keep my skin soft and smell good.  And then that got me thinking - if I like it after a shower, would my children as well?  And yes, they do.  It leaves their skin smooth and dry and smelling like honey.
One of the uses that I haven't yet tried is cleaning up a wet spot.  But apparently it does a great job quickly drying unwanted wet spots if you pour a little on, leave it for a minute or two and then clean it up with a tissue or  hand vacuum.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

It's a Cinch

I don't have too much experience with cock rings. So far I've tried the little crappy vibrating jelly ones, one much more robust rubber one Lexi won at the Folsom Street Fair, and the Leather Cinch, generously provided by Bliss Connection. So far the Cinch is the only one that I would consider using at all regularly, though of course each of the kinds mentioned have their own benefits and detriments:

The little vibrating ones, like the Screaming Orgasm, are the easiest to put on, since they're super stretchy. The problem is that their stretchiness means they don't do one of the main jobs of a cock ring, which of course is basically to cut off the blood flow coming out of the penis. Also, they vibrate. I'm sure some people love that, but I've never really liked vibration (at least in that area). And since the vibrator stays right at the base of the penis, if there's any in-and-out action at all it doesn't really do much for Lexi except frustrate her.

The big rubber one doesn't vibrate (which is good for me), and does restrict blood flow quite effectively. But mostly, it's really a pain in the ass (or pain in the dick, I guess), to put on. I had to try several times over a few days before I finally could. I guess there's a technique to it, and probably some lube would have helped, but I guess it's not something I'm into enough to be willing to have it be a huge production every time.

The Cinch, on the other hand, is easy to put on and take off, since it's basically just a leather strap with a snap on it, and since it's adjustable it can fit pretty much anyone. Unfortunately, the snap and cinch mechanism are also the cause of one of the Cinch's biggest problems, namely that they have some little corners that feel sort of pokey and uncomfortable. And since it is so easy to adjust and put on and take off, it gives a very beginner/amateurish feel, but, then again, I am a beginner in this area, so that makes sense.

I have to say, though, that I guess I'm not a big fan of the feeling of a circulation-restricted penis in general. To me it feels like it becomes both more sensitive and less sensitive at the same time. Since it becomes larger and more veiny it rubs more, but for me somehow it feels like it also has some kind of desensitizing coating on it, almost like wearing a condom.

On the other hand, it looks good. At least, if you like super hard, veiny cocks. And really, who doesn't?

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Masturbation scavenger hunt

One summer in college I went to live with my grandparents. I told my previous boyfriend (who I still on occasion fooled around with) that I was worried it would be a sexually frustrating summer. I happened to be very wrong about that prediction, but out of the kindness of his heart, and enjoyment of getting to have a hand in my sexual exploits, he made a game for me. The game consisted of 13 different places or ways I was to masturbate. If successfully able to accomplish 10 of them, he would give me a prize.
That summer ended up being filled with wild sex on the beach, in cars, bedrooms, hot-tubs and pools. I actually barely having time to cross off items on the list, what with my 8-10 hours of anatomy class in the daytime and my "anatomy classes" at night. I don't think I can recall all of the details about what each task entailed, but there certainly were some memorable ones.
I think the first item that I was able to accomplish was masturbating while driving. I'd never thought of doing it before, but quickly found it to be a pleasurable distraction while I was stopped at red lights. For the first time I was begging the lights to stay red just a little longer.
It wasn't long before I figured out how to cross off another item on the list - masturbating in class. Our chairs were barstool style and at the beginning of a test I placed an eraser on the chair, under my crotch and slowly rocked on it. This did not help my speed with completing the test, but it did make it more enjoyable.
Scanning the list of options, I remember thinking that the idea of using a non-sexual object for masturbating sounded like a good challenge. Sure I'd heard of vegetables for that purpose, but what if my grandma saw me sneaking my used cucumber out of the house, to the garbage and asked if she could put it in the salad that night. I decided against food. I grabbed 6 pencils from my backpack and put them inside a condom. It actually felt pretty good after being on a sex hiatus for about 4 months.
That break from sex was soon to end though and with it I was able to check off another item - masturbating with another person present. I rekindled a friendship with a childhood buddy during that summer and one night we went out for a drive to the coast. As we sat in his truck overlooking the moonlight ocean, sexual tension that had been building peaked and our lips met. Our hands eagerly groped. When his fingers started moving down my pants, I stopped him and said "let me show you what I like."
I unzipped my pants, interlaced our fingers and started playing with myself. It wasn't long before his fingers joined in. We took turns me leading with the tempo, position and pressure and him continuing when my fingers got tired. It was the easiest times I've ever had reaching orgasm with external digital stimulation alone.
The final memorable task was public masturbation to orgasm. I interpreted this to mean anywhere where someone might see me. And sure I'd done that already, but I tried to think of somewhere that would be somewhat embarrassing if I were caught. I decided on the bench on my grandparents' front porch. I sat there with a book on my lap and put one hand down my pants. Not more than a few minutes after starting the mailman walked up to deliver the mail on the porch. I stopped, said hi, fairly certain he hadn't seen anything. After he left I went back to the task and reached orgasm before anyone else came up to the porch, though several people did walk by on the sidewalk on both sides of the street. I'm pretty sure it would have been hard to tell what I was doing.
After completing items on the list and recounting the incidents to my ex-boyfriend he gave me the prize - a lovely CD (OK by Talvin Singh) that I still have and listen to from time to time.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

On the Ball

Sex on an exercise ball?
Sounds like something the yoga, pilates and fitness nuts out there have probably tried. But I never dreamed that a sex specific variation of such balls existed. So when I opened the box from Bliss Connection and saw the Fetish Fantasy Inflatable Bondage Ball by Pipedream I thought it was just another gimmicky product.
The ball is black and made of plastic, rather than the rubber material of your typical exercise ball, feeling more like a pool raft. On each side there is a handle.
We followed the instructions and inflated it, at first trying by mouth, but soon gave up and used a hand pump. Unfortunately it fails my aesthetics test, as the ideal amount of air leaves the ball looking like a somewhat shriveled raisin. And sadly, it sat in our room unused for just over a month (admittedly, I was gone in Hawaii for three of those weeks).
I was also slightly scared of the ball for several reasons. The idea of placing my naked body on a cold plastic surface in winter was not appealing. I didn't really see how this ball was going to make sex any more enjoyable. I was scared that if we were both placing our weight on the ball it would suddenly pop and the fun of sex would be ruined by a broken tailbone. And what did the whole Bondage part of the name mean? Was I supposed to be tied to the handles? That seemed too athletic a feat even for me.
Now, after finally getting up the courage to play around on the ball, I'm just annoyed I didn't buck up and try it sooner. Let me tell you folks, this ball helps provide quite an amazing, wild ride.
Once I sat on the ball I realized it warmed right up. The buoyant and fluid movement it provided, rolling easily in all directions was really fun and relaxing. It allowed me to have lazy but very fulfilling sex, with more of my attention focused on my own pleasure. I do have to admit that there were one or two moments when I briefly lost my balance, but I was provided with the opportunity to get a slight abdominal workout with no real fear as I was fairly close to the floor. And yes, the ball could accommodate all of our body weight without popping (so far, at least). I still haven't figured out the bondage part of this toy, but I do like holding onto the handles and would be willing to to tied to them in a doggy-style position.
I found myself orgasming even more easily than usual while on this ball, which is saying something. Perhaps it's because I was more relaxed, or the angle was better or the rolling of the ball helped better synchronize my pelvic movements with my husband's. Whatever the reason, the ball made sex even fun and satisfying.
The variety in positions (lying on my back, sitting up, doggy-style over the ball) that are possible while on the ball was another pleasant surprise. I enjoyed the versatility, and being slightly ADD, liked that I could easily and quickly roll from one position to another. My husband however didn't have quite as much ability to vary his position and ended up with sore knees after the first go-round. A pillow for the male partner nicely complements this spicy piece of equipment.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Let's Make Love

A sensual massage is supposed to be just that - appealing to the senses. And while I feel like an advertisement saying this, I highly recommend the Making Love Massage Oil.  It will certainly help set the mood for giving and getting more frequent massages, and may lead to some good nookie.  I purchased this product from Bliss Connection after tasting each of the flavors at a Bliss pleasure party that I hosted. It feels, smells, and tastes great.  Containing vegetable oils, ginseng and vitamin E, this product is not too thick or greasy.  It remains slick throughout long massages which is wonderful and seeps nicely into the skin for a pleasant post massage feel.   It comes in Kiwi Pineapple, Vanilla and Strawberry & Champagne, so licking it off your partner can be as much fun as rubbing it in.  I found each flavor to taste more like the real thing than I had expected, not the artificial fruity flavors in medicines or at the dentist's office.  Being a huge fan of vanilla I ended up selecting that flavor.  I find that the oil reminds me of vanilla/sugar cookies.
My only problem is that like all oils, while it feels good on the skin, it does tend to leave grease stains on the sheets if we go straight into the main event without showering - though showers certainly can be part of the foreplay.  It's just sometimes hard to carve out that much time on an average night, so for us this massage oil has remained a spicy treat when used for whole body massage.  Another idea for simple, everyday use of this product is during oral sex, as a fun form of lubrication with a great taste that makes you want to keep on licking that lollipop.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Key Party

This is the continuation of Keys, last month's fictional story.

Amy sent the email invitation that night and checked frequently for responses. With the party date set for slightly over 2 weeks out she didn't have to wait long for all but Mike and Katie's reply. Three days before the party she got a call from Mike asking if it was too late to respond and explaining that they'd been on a Doctors Without Borders trip to Peru. Amy quickly assured them that they could come, glad that the absence of a response wasn't a lack of interest as she had feared, and feeling her heart race slightly with her schoolgirl crush.
Saturday evening finally came and couples began arriving around 7:30pm. Amy had coffee based drinks and desserts set out on the table. Even though everyone was there by 8:10, she gave them a few more minutes of casual mingling before asking if they could gather in the living room. She watched as the couples sat down, most of them next to the person with whom they had come, with a few notable exceptions. Liza sat down next to Keith, and Erin squeezed onto the edge of the couch next to Mike who had his arm around his wife, Katie. Dan was seated alone on the floor with his back against the couch, beneath his wife, Liza.
"Ok" Amy started, "we all know this is a key party and as such I have placed nine keys, one engraved with each man's name, in this pillowcase. We'll have each woman draw a key out of the pillowcase and you'll go home with that guy. You must return your date home tomorrow between 10am and 11am. There will be no questions, no exceptions and no exchanges. You are here because you are okay with any outcome, though I'm sure many of us are hoping for a particular one."
Everyone smiled, some nervously.
Amy started passing the pillowcase in a clockwise direction.
Raven took a key and sat silently, giving the pillowcase to Annette. All was quiet until Erin (the fourth woman) took her key.
"Well I'm ready," she stated and squeezed Mike's knee. He shot her a smile and everyone laughed.
The silence had seemed weighty and Amy was nervous that it meant people were unsatisfied with the key they had gotten or unsure of how to proceed. With this lightening of the mood, she took the opportunity to explain that everyone could hang out and get some more food and drinks until 9pm, at which point everyone was to have found their partner and left.
Amy drew her key last. Dan's name was on the key, and while she was relieved it wasn't Keith or Jim, she was a little sad that it also wasn't Rob or Mike.
Conversations started up again as people coupled up or asked whose key the women had gotten. By 8:50 most couples for the night had left. Ashley and Jon, Annette and Tim, and Amy and Dan were the only ones still talking in the kitchen.
"You don't have to play hostess anymore" Tim teased Amy, "I think I've got it covered."
"I'm sure you do" she responded, her mouth curling into a smile as she raised one eyebrow, "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Amy grasped Dan's awaiting hand and were followed out the door by Ashley and Jon.
"Have a good night" Jon called as he and Ashley crossed the street to his car.
Dan's first generation Prius drove them smoothly and quietly the 4-5 miles to his house. They occasionally smiled at each other or made chit-chat, but it quickly fizzled out after brief answers.
Walking toward the house, Amy wondered whether Dan was shy, nervous or lacking interest in her. She hoped this would be more fun than awkward.
Dan and Liza's place was modest, a two bedroom condo, one room appeared to be primarily Liza's office with a smaller desk on one side that might have been Dan's workspace. The interior looked fairly new, but from the look of the complex, Amy thought it must have been a remodel.
"Would you like something to eat or drink?" Dan offered.
"I think I'm fine" Amy responded, "but I would like to use your bathroom. Where is it?"
"It's right here" Dan motioned, walking her through the bedroom.
When Amy returned, Dan was sitting on the bed.
"We've never done this before" he said looking at the ground, "and to be honest, I'd always thought myself to be a conventional one woman kinda guy."
"Oh?" said Amy feeling this great idea might not work out after all.
"Yeah" Dan responded nodding his head. "But Liza and I have been together since our freshman year of college, fifteen years ago, and we both need a change to our regular old routine, something to spark our sexuality again."
"So does this still seem like something you want to do?" Amy asked, making sure that it was going to be fun and not forced.
"I think so. I mean damn, what guy wouldn't want to fuck you." Dan responded, looking Amy in the eye and smiling. He really did have a winning smile and Amy couldn't wait to run her fingers through his longish hair. She leaned forward and rubbed his arm lightly. The signal worked and he responded, leaning in, their lips met for a long first kiss. By the time they separated the remains of tension in the air were gone.
Dan slowly opened the small buttons on the front of Amy's blouse, as if he was savoring every second. The anticipation was building, and with it Amy was becoming rapidly wetter. As they kissed again, her hands exploring the unfamiliar features of his body. She smiled mid-kiss as her hand brushed the swollen mass in his pants.
"What's that smile for?" Dan whispered.
"You're big" Amy responded. "Bet you've heard that before."
"Perhaps" Dan chuckled.
Amy ran her fingers along the outline of his cock and watched it throb, as if trying to escape from his pants. She shook off the sleeves of her shirt and as it fell to the ground behind her, she slithered off the edge of the bed, her chest now rubbing against him. She unzipped his fly and reached in, pulling out his eager cock. He was large, and the tip was glistening with drips of excitement. She rubbed her hand along it and then put her finger to her mouth, tasting his juices.
He moaned with exquisite and burning anticipation. She leaned forward and breathed on his cock, teasing him. He reached down, unable to contain himself. Grabbing under her arms, he picked Amy up and placed her on her back on the bed. He straddled her and reaching down unfastened her bra. Moments later, they were both naked, having frantically removed each other's remaining clothing.
Dan slid his fingers inside Amy as their lips met and she caressed his silky hair. Never before would she have thought him her type, but as spasms of ecstasy raced through her body, she found herself pleasantly surprised. He definitely knew a thing or two about pussy pleasing.
"Ok" Amy said in gasps as she gently pushed Dan onto his back, "now it's your turn."
She took as much of his engorged member in her mouth as possible and realized that she'd have to keep one hand around the base to deal with the bottom third. Soon saliva was dripped down, wetting him completely. His hips began trusting rhythmically. Amy could tell he was close.
"Do you wanna cum on my breasts?" she asked smiling.
"Oh. Yes" he moaned, as cum started shooting out, hitting her supple and perky C cup breasts. Amy couldn't help but lick his cock as he finished and cum dripped down. She found there to be something so wonderful about that degree of intimacy. She looked at him and grinned.
"Damn, I thought we were supposed to go all the way tonight" Dan said sitting up.
"Well it's only 11:30" Amy replied, looking at the clock on the bedside table. "You can cum again in the next 11 hours, right?"
"Yeah. This will just increase the amount of time we can have sex for" Dan smiled, already getting visibly hard again.
Amy could tell from his mischievous and horny grin that there would be very little sleeping that night.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Hardcore sexting

[Ed. Please let me introduce Catalyst, a guest blogger and friend who is sharing her most private and juicy texts with us. This is the kind of stuff we've all secretly fantasized about writing and receiving. Lucky for her, this is from her real life. -Lexi]

K: Sorry, hope I’m not killing your mood by texting you so much. I’m just up at SMBT in the crazy weather thinking about being naked with you playing with your entire body.
K: What are you up to today?
C: Hanging out with my brother- tomorrow let’s fuck!
K: Ok, you down for sure?
K: You gotta check this out! I want to do this with you!
C: Hey- what time do you want to come over tomorrow?
K: 12 or 12:30. cool?
C: Yeah
K: Cool. You into this?
C: I haven’t checked out the website yet- I will tonight.
K: It’s hot. I want to do it with you!!
C: That shit is pretty crazy- I liked the last one where the chick straight up farts on the dude’s face- I didn’t know dudes like to swallow their own cum.
K: Yeah it’s kinda crazy. I’ll definitely lick cum off of you though. I am so excited to fuck you for hours!!! No rush or worries, just playing and fucking hard!!!

More juicy stuff after the break

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Life is short. Have a what?

The first time I visited the Ashley Madison website, I couldn't believe that was their tagline - Life is short. Have an affair.
I had heard about the service before and thus wasn't shocked by it's existence, but I was amazed that they would actively flaunt and sell their service as something that married people need. I have no problem with non-monogamous relationships, but I just don't fancy the dishonesty that having an affair implies.
For research purposes (to more thoroughly understand what Ashley Madison is like) my husband and I decided we would join the website and were soon get winked at, given virtual gifts, provided with keys to private photo showcases and emailed constantly (mostly by people we would never want to hook up with even if it was all out in the open).
The crazy thing about the service is that people pay a significant amount of money looking for someone with whom to have an affair - they charge credits to do almost anything. In order to possibly find someone, or even to get a basic response you have to send out lots of requests, each of which costs money. The service appears to give women the upper-hand, with men needing to sow more email seeds to get anywhere.
I have had fun browsing through the profiles, looking at some naughty private showcases and watching fleeting fantasies about a few of the guys drift through my head. I guess it's just the eHarmony,, or OkCupid of the cheating world. Once upon a time in college I had fun fantasizing my way through online dating profiles as well, but for me that kind of connection feels distant and slightly creepy. Also, I feel slightly nervous that I'll end up seeing a profile for some married man I know. And then what?
I know tons of people have met through online dating sites and made wonderful and fulfilling connections, and I'm sure Ashley Madison is no different. I, however think I'll stick to the real world and have my extra-marital relations with people who are open and honest in their relationships and the boundaries they and their partners have set together.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Sex across the country

A goal of mine several years ago was to have sex in 10 states. I've now passed that and am at 11. I guess it's time for a road trip to see just how many states (not dates) I can pick up along the way.

States I have:
New York
Rhode Island

And for good measure I'll put the countries I have: