Whacking Off?

I'm a big fan of masturbation. I have been since I as a horny teenager who saw her first "accidental" glimpse of pornography. From then, right up until today.
I can't understand why people are so offended by the thought that their partner masturbates. They take it as an affront against their own sexual prowess. As if they are not pleasing their partner appropriately.
It's got nothing to do with that. The reality is, masturbation can be an expression of many things. It is a good stress release and this can be physicologically proven. The endorphins an orgasm releases, whether alone or with someone, helps to relax the person. It can be used as a tool (by poeple who are of this belief) on the path to spiritual enlightenment and self discovery. You can use it to get in touch with yourself, and find out what really turns you on, and what doesn't. Whacking off isn't just about whacking off, you know.
And of course sex toys come into the frame as well. Or otherwise known as "marital aids", to those who wish to hide their experimentation under a flimsy shroud of what they consdier to be "decency".
I have found that men in particular are afraid of these harmless battery operated tools. Men who have garages full of hardware that they never use. Men who whine about their women not being adventurous enough in the bedroom (or other rooms as the case may be). Suggest to him that you want to spice things up a little, and he pants like a dog. Pull out a great big vibrating dildo, and his manhood shrinks in fear; all lust for excitement replaced by a faceless tugging in the pit of his stomach that somehow he hasn't been good enough.
So ladies, what to do? We know that we're secure. If he pulled out a vibrating butt-plug we wouldn't automatically think that we weren't doing a good job and he had decided that men were really the way to go. Of course not! We need a solution to this fear. And that solution is control.
"I want you to do naughty things to me," whispered coarsely in his ear. Let him tie you up. Let him be empowered by the experience. make it sound as if the vibrator isn't anywhere near as good as he is. Tell him to torment you with it before he allows you to have him inside you. Make it a game where he is the inevitable conquerer over this terrifying 7-inch long toy.

And soon enough, he won't feel quite so bad when he find out you've been doing this alone at home while he is working...

Going Bald?

In this day and age of modern conveniences and miracle cures, there is almost no excuse for someone to go bald. Of course, you will always see the typical aging man trying to flick his hair over his bald spot. The man with the brown old-man trousers and the belly stretching at his buttons on his blue plaid shirt.
But for people who are really serious about keeping their hair, there are a huge variety of products available for them. From Kerastase, to Rogain, and one called BioSphere Hair Co. I've only seen that once and have never seen it since. Perhaps a hair anomaly...?
Anywa, a full head of hair, when maintained appropriately look delicious. Hair is nice. Hair is good.
However, every so often someone comes along who suits not having hair at all. One tasty speciman for example would be the truly delicious Vin Diesel.
























Not a single scrap of hair on the boy. At all. And it looks hot.

So perhaps this explains a bit of the male minds preoccupation with bald women. You know what I mean. The hairless genital region. A shaved pussy.
Doing a bit of exploration, I think I have come to find that I agree somewhat with these men. They look nice. Groomed. Tidy. Sexy.

























So I did it. And when M saw it, he went wild. Amazing sex. All night. Just because one little patch of fur is no longer present. It looks nice, I have to admit. But I just can't understand what turned him on so much. I don't think it's because of the typical feminist view - that men want to pretend they are shagging prepubescent girls. I know why it turns me on... because it is so much more sensitive. I feel everything. And the look in his eyes when I see him getting hot because of it makes me wet.
But what is he getting out of it? What makes it so erotic for him?

Foot in Mouth Syndrome....

Ever had an occasion where you feel as though you have really said something to put your foot in your mouth? Me too. Rather frequently, in fact. I owe that in part to my naturally audacious personality. And the rest to the fact that sometimes I just don't think. I just blurt out whatever comes to mind while others look on in stunned and somewhat amused silence.

Another question. Have you ever been in a situation where you ahev put someone else's foot in your mouth? You know what I'm talking about. Foot fetishes. Toe licking. Shoe worship.

Shoe worship.

A completely different foot fetish. A category of its own. I've licked my partners toes. I'm not proud of it. He's licked mine. Neither occasion did anything for either of us, if I'm going to be completely honest. For me it just tickled a bit. I mean... they're feet.

But Shoes.... Shoes.... It's a compeltely selfish fetish of mine. I don't wear them while I'm having sex or anything, but a new pair of high heels... it just does something to me. It turns me on. M knows that any day I buy new shoes is a day he's going to have amazing sex.

I mean, what self respecting woman wouldn't die for a pair like these?

















They're gorgeous. Really. And for the flirt in me, I just would not be able to resist this pair.
















For those who don't know me, pink is my all time favourite colour. And in shoes it is just irresistable.
Now, for a nice bit of fetish shoe wear for the dominatrice hiding in every woman...

Now, who couldn't imagine spanking a nice young man (or woman) strutting baout in a sexy pair such as these?















And of course, my all time favourie... "come fuck me" boots.







































These are my all time favourite pair, and I have a pair very similar.
Right, now that I'm all worked up, I think it's time to go and find my lover....

Shadows and Light

In my recent perusals of erotic art on the Web, I have come across a new photography artist. Well, new to me at any rate. I encourage you to view his work, as not only is it creative, sensual and earthy, but it is original. Which is more than I can say for a vast majority of people who call themselves "artists" out there.



























Above you are seeing a woman. With light cast over her in a fashion that reflects the feminine contours of her body. There's no way anyone could call this mere pornography. Because it's not. This is from this artists gallery called "Light and Shadow". You can see why.



























And now you can see a womans breast peeking out of the shadows. But it's not the faint suggestion of a nipple that catches the attention. No. It's the line of her body disappearing each way into darkness. The stretch of her muscles as she holds herself at this peculiar angle.

The ever so slight hint of goose bumps.

Is she cold?
Excited?
Nervous...?





























And this last one I am showing you is from his gallery "The Body as a Canvas" Works in this gallery are done either with body art or the act of reflecting light off a human body.

Magnificent.

You can find his complete works here at The Living Canvas.

A Girl For Every Occasion

Courtesy of garvgraphx.com.
I think his stuff is cute. Adorable. Naughty. And damn well sexy. The curves, the contours. Yum. And he really does have a girl for every occasion. Whether it's a school girl sprawled across the teachers desk with an apple in hand, or a dominating policewoman, he has created them all. I just wish they were real girls to touch and play with.
I talk a lot about girls, don't I? I'm only bi curious. I'm not actually a lesbian. Some people think I am, but I have a healthy relationship with a male partner. I just like looking at girls. I say bi-curious, because I haven't actually had sex with a girl yet, so I don't know whether to classify myself as bisexual or not. What if I say I'm bi, then have sex with another girl and not like it? Then I would be changing my mind again. So for now I'm sticking with bi-curious. That way I can fence-sit, and still perve at all the sexy girls, too.

A Wet Spot

Well, this little wet spot here, is certainly quite a delicious one. That tan is gorgeous, unlike some women who go over board and end up looking like an obscenity. I mean, really! I've seen yellow women, orange women, muddy brown women, and it has nothing to do with their ethnicity. These are the women that as the summer months faded, they clung to the tan they had religiously sought after by slthering on fake tanning lotion, creating these incredible colour effects on their skin that just should not be seen in such quantities. I would understand if they had a skin disease that made them look like that, but they do it to themselves on purpose.



But that's not what I'm posting this for. I'm posting this not because she's tanned, but because she is wet. She's soaking. That top is clinging to her perky little nipples and she's completely drenched, sitting in that water. She's in a very wet spot.

But I'm not.

I have never been the one to lie in a wet spot. You know the kind of wet spot I'm talking about. The one everyone complains about. The one that surreptitiously leaks out after sex. It's not that my partner lies in it. He doesn't. It's not that we use condoms, hence cutting emission down to a minimum. Perhaps I'm just completely daft, but after having never slept in one, I want to sleep in a wet spot.

It certainly isn't lack of ardour in our fornication. Nor is it a lack of orgasmic bliss. Do I have such a thick skin that I merely do not feel these spots? I doubt that. Tickling me very lightly will have me in hysterics, and if my washing is even slightly damp... I know.

Are wet spots really a myth? Or are we the lucky possessors of a magically absorbant mattress?

A Couple of Male Chickens

Other wise known as cocks. Yes, two cocks. Erect, being pressed against each other, with a woman's mouth sucking, licking, nibbling... he hands carressing, rubbing, stroking. God, I'm jealous of her.



The problem here is, I'm almost too jealous of her. I want to be her. I would like nothing more right now, than to hold two firm cocks in my hands and suck on them. The softness of the skin, juxtaposed with the firm hardness of engorged tissue beneath it. The soft, almost silky head of the penis, slightly salty with the taste of precum. Yummy.

What more could a girl want? My partner, let's call him M, seems open to it - when I'm playing with his cock and he's horny at the time. Other times he's more like "Well, I don't know". I guess I don't blame him. It's a big ask of a completely heterosexual man. On the other hand, if I had a woman on hand for a three some he would jump at the chance. So what's a girl to do?

So we've come to an agreement. If I can find either a male or a female who is willing to participate, off we go into threesome land. He doesn't thinkI will find anyone. However I have one in mind for each. How devious am I? I'm sure he'll get into it when the time comes...


Up to the 'hilt' in pleasure...

We all know that Paris hilton isn't going to be the next brain surgeon. We also know that sometimes her taste is fashion is horrific. However, that doesn't stop her from being completely hot. What I wouldn't give to slip off that sheer shirt and run my tongue over her nipples. If I were a man, I would want to bury myself in her and thrust mindlessly, eventually spilling my seed...



As it is, I am still female... and I certainly wouldn't argue about licking her out.

An Artist of Fantasies

Louis Royo. An artist who captures passion, depair, torment, innocence and lust - sometimes all simutaneously. Here's one peice...



A Photo taken of a woman bending over like this often appears tarty and crude. But the breast just peeking from behind her leg, and slight flash of labia hidden mostly in shadow titillates and teases rather than just throwing it all in someone's face. Royo is a genius. I'm sure more of his work will appear from time to time on my blog.

Skin Like Butter...

Have you ever heard that saying? 'She has skin like butter'. I love how women look. I love how they feel. When I hear this saying, I think of pale creamy skin, that is soft to touch and delicious to taste - and for some reaon, I can never quite picture a man who has skin like butter. My mate has smooth skin, even soft skin. A small patch on his inner thigh is like silk. But it's still not like butter. So I was browsing, appreciating the delicious flesh of the feminine, and I came across a few delicacies...



Okay, so maybe her skin isn't quite like butter, but perhaps (if we're staying with food analogies) like Maple Syrup, being poured from a bottle onto steaming pankcakes. Her skin looks as though your hand would just slide over it's hot surface, melting as it goes...



Now this is definitely edible. I can practically feel my teeth digging deeper and deeper into her delicious skin... As I said; Flesh like butter...


Not My First Time

After my foray in the xanga world, I have decided to get serious in my efforts, and start writing for people who may actually appreciate it, instead of people who think leaving semen in people's drinks is a fun way to pass the time, because they're utter rejects.

This is my blog and I'll talk about what I want. I know there are sex blogs out there that harp on about being alternative, and edgy. About being open to new experiences. Good on them. Maybe I'm a prude, maybe I'm old fashioned. I've tried BDSM and I just don't really like it all that much. You won't find it on my site, unless I find something that is informative, classy and/or erotic (to me, anyway). I don't expect you to like what I post. I expect me to like what I post.

It's not going to just be sex, either. Anything that revolves around beauty, lust, sensuality, magick and sometimes darkness. Perhaps I'll write about a myth. Or post up a few beauty tips. Or a gorgeous recipe. I don't know yet. I do know that because this is my little space to create and control, that it will be things I enjoy, and hopefully you will too.