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When I was first approached about reviewing Best Sex Writing 2012 and doing a give away, I was all, yeah. I have a two year old and a twitter habit and the last actual book I read was when I was pregnant. And really, with the amount of time I have for actual sex these days, the LAST thing I wanted was to be forced to read about a bunch of people who do, get wound up, then return to doing competitive laundry folding. I was assured that this book was different and that I should give it a chance. I figured that if nothing else, you people needed a chance at free smut, so here I am.
Thing is, I really like this book. It is different. It’s not what you think of when you think “Sex Writing” because even as you read that, you are thinking about big cock, rippling muscles and bouncing titties aren’t you. It’s cool. So was I.
This is a guest post from Kasey G. If you would like to be part of my The Other Women series and write about your sexual identity, contact me! Your story can be silly, sexy or sad. There is no normal and all points of view are invited to join.
i lost my virginity when i was 12 to an 11 year old boy. we both thought we were cool having sex and that everbody would think so too. we were wrong. where he got praise i got called a slut amoungst other very hurtful names. needless to say sex at such a young age was not cool or sensible. ive only slept with 3 others since then. well 2 and a half really. i doubt the next one counts. i was 13 and this boy had liked me for a long time. he finally talked my knikers off but when it came to it he just rubbed himself up against my pubic bone. turns out he was too scared off getting me pregnant to actually put it in. his words “does it have to go in?”
This is a guest post from The Hipster Homemaker. If you would like to be part of my The Other Women series and write about your sexual identity, contact me! Your story can be silly, sexy or sad. There is no normal and all points of view are invited to join.
From the outside looking in, I seem every bit the “good girl.” I always got good grades, never got in trouble, and never got caught with my panties down. In high school, I had a good number of boyfriends, all of which I refused to sleep with. I am far from religious, and certainly not put off by sexuality, but as a young girl in high school, sex seemed to have too many negative consequences for me to want to do it. Sure, there were times I wanted to, but I always held back. Looking back, I also really got off on the power of telling these guys “no” when they wanted to move things along. Nope, I’m not going to fuck you. Too bad, dude, move on.
This is a guest post from Melinda. If you would like to be part of my The Other Women series and write about your sexual identity, contact me! Your story can be silly, sexy or sad. There is no normal and all points of view are invited to join.
My early life was one long lesson in not trusting men. I’m the daughter of a single mother who quit dating once she found out I was on the way. I sat through the beatings from my grandfather and watched him do the same to my cousins. Watched as my uncles beat my aunts and cousins. Watched as my friends’ dads beat them. I was molested in day care for a year. I used to spend the night at my best friend’s house solely because her dad didn’t have the guts to molest her or her sisters as long as I was there. That same friend and I later narrowly escaped an attempt at gang rape and murder. And the only reason I, unlike many of my friends, didn’t barter my body to the neighborhood pedophile was because I knew I’d never be able to come up with a good lie to tell my mom about where I got the Nintendo he was going to give me for services rendered.
The name makes me think of leprechauns. My wee little helpers in the bedroom, making shoes and granting wishes. Not mom’s most popular wishes of “I wish I had the bed to myself once in a while so I could make daddy do nasty things to me” or the second most popular wish of “I wish I had more time to myself to do nasty things to myself” but it does grant some other wishes.
*cough* *Cough* Momgina *cough*
The We Vibe is a ground breaking sex toy. It’s like nothing you’ve ever used before. To quote my husband “Wait. What? Are we using this right?”
It clips on like a giant clip – but with very little pressure. There is a vibrator against your clit- as well as one against your g-spot.
I know! How freaking cool is that?
It arrived in the mail about 45 minutes before we were supposed to leave the house for date night. You are supposed to charge the rechargable battery for 24 hours before your first use. We went with 40 minutes and we were fine.
When I was 13 and just spent the most amazing year of my life hiding in my bedroom masturbating, my mom, who was a labor and delivery nurse, was sent to a special class on how to deliver babies to women who had been …. circumcised.
As in female circumcision, Female Genital Mutilation or FGM for short. See. It’s got a cool nick name so we can distance ourselves from the horrible reality!
Uhg. My legs cross tightly as I write it. I got a bit nauseous getting the wikipedia link. Seriously. I may need to lay down before I can finish this post.
Female Genital Mutilation is practiced in many parts of Africa, the Middle East and parts of Africa. Even the African states in which it is illegal, it is still practiced underground. It was only outlawed in the United States in 1996. Yup. Our American history of falling well behind other developed nations in health care has a long and (dis)honorable past. UK? Outlawed in 1985. Sweden? 1982. New Zealand? 1995. You can read the history of other nations FGM laws and prevalence here.
I think I had just turned 12 when I discovered the joys of self abuse. 7th grade. Ridiculously young now that I think about it. I got a funny, funny feeling in my tummy when I read the inside cover of my mom’s bodice rippers. I think there was one I liked to read more then the others, but really, aren’t they all the same.
Woman, who had previously been minding her own business, sees strong mans broad chest, he wants her, she fights it, passion overwhelms, bosom heaving, in the end, she loves it, bodice, at some point, gets ripped. Turns out he’s a wealthy prince and takes her away from … all this.
Not that I ever read that far. I usually just needed that opening paragraph.
Even at that age, having no idea what I was doing, I felt the guilt. It’s like it was ingrained. Not that it stopped me! I’m pretty sure I was at it every night, most mornings, and any time I was left alone in the house like an energizer bunny.
From Formspring: I have sparked a lot of debate with the whole mechanics of double penetration We cannot figure out how it physically works if it is all below the belt.
Well, if PORN would have you believe anything, all you have to do is get the girl warmed up by fucking her really hard in the pussy, then taking it out, spit on it, and jamming it into the back door, leaving the front door open for your friend who just happened to stop by for a beer and a bang.
Please do not believe anything Porno has to tell you.
Most of MY double penetration has involves my using a strap-on on a guy’s butt while I also use a sound or catheter on his penis hole (um, yes, it is possible and some men like it enough to search it out)… or? myself, a fellow Domme, two strap-ons and a client in the roll of chinese hangcuff…. but I’ve been around enough to know the usual girl/boy/boy mechanics of this do NOT involve A.) Spit, B.) a beer can or C.) any chickens.
I’m going to be heading to Vegas at the end of the week for the Adult Entertainment Expo. A while back I posted a poll asking about your feelings about porn and was pleasantly surprised to see that my readers are a little dirtier then your average reader! Yay! Of course, if you are reading the secret diary of a Dominatrix, I guess you should be a little more curious then the average girl. (Was also happy not to get any hate mail, but I know that will come.)
So, what do you want to see in porn? What makes you sit up (or, um, lay down) and take notice? Do you more identify with the woman? Or are you looking at the guy of your dreams? Do you have a favorite actor or actress? Or do you have a favorite position or topic? Or do you just watch what ever is available? And? How do you find it? Stumble across it? Do you like the chees…. I mean award winning acting? Or would you prefer less?
EDITED TO ADD: This is not something I do as a Professional Dominatrix and NOT something you should ask your Professional Dominatrix to do. It’s knowledge that I had from working for so many years as a sex worker. This is a twist on something I do Professionally, but a bit more intimate for The Home Game.
Carry on then.
Yesterday I saw a client of mine who is transitioning from slut, to service slave. He has a prostate issue and the meds he takes for it completely wipe out his sex drive. He is unable achieve erection or to orgasm. This makes even thinking about sex incredibly, non-consensually frustrating.
I say non-consensually because before this health issue popped up, most of our play revolved around slut training and orgasm control. Yup. He came to see me to be professionally sexually frustrated. But now that it is 24/7 reality, it is, apparently, much less fun.