Sunday, February 27, 2011

Seven Deadly Sins

From Sunday Stealing.

Pride. Seven great things about yourself.
Hard to limit it to just seven. Let's just say my humility, and leave it at that. ;-)

Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.
1. Time (too much is spent on the treadmill of busyness.)
2. Gift of gab (I cannot and have never been able to make small talk.)
3. Katy Perry? (Or maybe that goes in another category....)
I really can't think of anything else.

Wrath. Seven things that piss you off.
1. Being made to wait
2. Ingratitude
3. Disrespect
4. Dishonesty
5. Narrowmindedness
6. People who take advantage of others' trust
7. Bad drivers

Sloth. Seven things you neglect to do.
1. Organize my desk
2. Stay on top of paperwork
3. Eat better
4-99. Various house projects (oops, that's more than seven....)

Greed. Seven worldly material desires.
Very few. I have no interest in keeping up with the Jones', and would prefer to get rid of a whole lot of material goods in favor of a much simpler lifestyle. But that's a few years away. That said, there are a few guitars that I can't deny having my eye on (as the Sensual Goddess rolls her eyes. That's a sign of affection...right?)

Gluttony. Seven guilty pleasures.
1. Ice cream
2. Blogging: writing
3. Blogging: reading
4. Facebook
5. Coffee
6. Chocolate
7. YouTube

Lust. Seven love secrets.
Not sure what they're asking here. Things I've done? (Not enough.) Things I want to do? (*laughs evilly*.) Since this is Sunday Stealing, I'll steal France's answer - I don't see lust as a sin. For the same reason I don't see hunger or thirst as sins - they're part of being human.

Friday, February 25, 2011

FFF: Starfleet

"Commander, I'm asking you a direct question. Did you engage in sexual intercourse with the alien female?"

These fucking admirals. What kind of question is that? Everyone in Starfleet knows that one of the perks of exploratory missions is the "exploratory missions" with the locals. Yes, it was against regulations, but what did they expect?

And in this toes curled thinking of the memories. The planet was a paradise where the locals had no sexual hang-ups or taboos. The mission anthropologist had never seen anything like it. This girl, you could see that the curiosity grew in her until one night she approached me lustily. Once you got past the green skin...well, let's just say that there were delights that no one back on Earth had ever experienced. The first time she showed me what she could do with her three tongues, I just about went out of my mind. We fucked every way I knew of, and some that were brand new.

"Yes, Admiral, I fucked her every which way to Sunday."

I had heard rumors of how they reproduced, but when she was ushered in, all I could do was the Admiral glared at me.

Many thanks to Lexi for filling this week. Even though she really is a stinker - exactly 200 words *and* a required phrase? :-) Well, count away, this is exactly 200 words, and contains the required phrase (however awkwardly shoe-horned in.) Thanks again, Lexi!

The challenge this week was exactly 200 words.
The phrase "...[A FEELING] grew in her..." must be used.
Go see Naughty Lexi to see who else is participating!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

On Eating Pussy

I was reading Lola's Monday Memory of her first cunnilingus experience, and I tried to remember my first time. I know approximately when it had to have been, and I know who it was with, but I can't honestly remember the details of the first time.

It had to have been with my first steady sexual partner, who became my wife. In hindsight (and veering *way* off-topic,) this is a classic mistake, and I would seriously discourage anyone from marrying their first sexual partner - you just don't know what else is out there.

But back to the subject at hand - I was in my twenties, and had had some isolated sexual experiences, but was still quite inexperienced. I was eager to eat pussy (or experience pussy in *any* way, truth be told,) but the experiences I'd had weren't really loving and intimate and didn't lend themselves to it.

So when I finally achieved the Holy Grail, the serious girlfriend and regular sexual partner, I was ready and willing. I had seen it done enough times in porn (ah, the days of VHS cassette rentals) that I had a pretty good idea of what to do. As I say, I can't remember the details of the first time, but I remember the feelings involved from the early forays.

Suffice it to say that I loved everything about it. I loved the smell...the taste...the close-up view of the Great Unknown. I loved the intimacy and the connection...being aware of my partner's response to the things I did...and the variety of what I could do using my lips, tongue, fingers. I loved being able to vary the intensity and bring her to edge...deciding if and when I would let her go over the edge.

And you know what? I still love all these things.

The feedback I've gotten over the years on my oral skills has been pretty much glowing, and I don't mean that as a boast. Eating pussy just isn't that complicated. If you're paying attention and want to bring your partner pleasure, how can you go wrong? Stay present - does she enjoy when you do this or that with your tongue? Remember that. And variety is important - vary the pressure, use just your tongue, then just your lips...bring your fingers into play...then continue with no fingers. Remember what she likes or doesn't like.

I'm a sensual beast - I love the smell and the taste and the touch of a woman...all the sensual experiences and pleasures. I guess there are people who don't find that arousing, and I feel sorry for them and their partners. They don't know what they're missing.

Monday, February 21, 2011

e[lust] #23

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Roadmaps of Consent - I fucking love consent. I love safewords. I can be much more cruel, and push much harder, if I trust my partner to tell me when I go too far.

Staying Safe - One cock, from one man, missing one condom, ultimately led to my brother’s death. And that sucks.

Flying the Friendly Skies - One button on her sweater was undone, there was a rip in her hose, scratches on her boots, and her hair was carelessly pinned back with stray wisps of hair escaping. There was a curious flavor of soiling about her, something a bit dirty and unkempt.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Labels and my thoughts... - In the past year and a half I have gone from being someone that was lost, without identity that fit, rattling around inside myself to someone that has names for what they are.

~ e[lust] Editress: Dangerous Lilly

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Kink & Fetish

5 Kinky Toys from the Dollar Store
Alive in my Skin
Digitalized for Posterity
He ripped a string of orgasms from me, and then ramped it up
Manual Dexterity
Nadia's Surprise
Orgasms, Spoons Rests, and Fishnets! (The Play Party)
Punishment, humiliation and bondage
Schoolgirl in Saturday Detention
Steeling The Show
Water torture

Erotic Writing

A Little Night Music
Afternoon darkness
Crisp White Linens
dancing with (& then kinkily fucking) the dj
In the Mirror
Morning Sex
My First Anal Sex
September 1935
Schoolgirl Part 1
Teenage Bukkake
You're Gonna Keep My Soul

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A Doggie Kind of Love
Ashamed?! Are You Kidding Me?
Giggles, Groans and Panting
I Can Imagine How You Feel
Sex As Love
6 Moves Men Need to Be Sex Gods in the Bedroom
Terminology Fundamentalism
The COME HITHER QUIVER -or- How To Squirt
This Love
What I Want

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Kink Network Announces the Opening of Their Adult Blog Host
Porn, degradation, and Khan Tusion
Women With Two Vaginas
Kink, virginity and big-tittied whores

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

So Damn Good

Here's a sampling of some sounds the Sensual Goddess pulled out of me last night. I was trying to be quiet, but the pleasure was so exquisite that I couldn't help myself.
God, yes....


Oh yeah, just like that....

Please don't stop....

That feels *amazing*!

So damn good....
I'm not sure if everyone reacts to a good back scratch as enthusiastically as I do, but I consider it one of life's greatest pleasures. And we realized with a laugh that someone listening in might think that...other things...were going on.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Bucket List

I've seen this on a number of blogs over the past day or so, and I thought I'd play along too.

1. Kiss a girl - Uh, hello? I guess this is a question meant for the ladies. If I should answer as if the question was "Kiss a guy", the answer is No.
2. Have anal - On the giving side, yes. Love it.
3. Have a threesome - A phone sex threesome (see here.) Not exactly what they're asking, but it was *amazing*!
4. Engage in group sex - No, but would love to under the right circumstances.
5. Have phone sex - Yes, I *love* phone sex!
6. Masturbate - Seriously? Does anyone not???
7. Use a vibrator - No.
8. Use a sex toy on someone else - No, but would be happy to try.
9. Be tied up - No.
10. Tie someone up - No, but I've fantasized about it.
11. Have sex in a public space - Parked car on a public street.
12. Be a voyeur and watch others having sex (live, porn does not count) - Yes! Our times at the sex club. (See my posts tagged "The Club".) I miss the club terribly, and hope there will be more opportunities for voyeurism.
13. Sex in a car - Yes. Also received a blowjob while driving - I'll blog about that at some point.
14. Sex at a drive-in - Not many drive-ins around...actually none that I can think of.
15. Mile-high club - No, and I wonder how this can really be done in those tiny bathrooms? I've never taken a very long-distance (i.e., trans-ocean) flight - maybe those big planes have bigger bathrooms.
16. Sex with a stranger - No, and it's one of my lasting regrets that I've never had spontaneous go-with-the-moment, no-strings-attached sex.
17. One-night stand - No (same as above.)
18. Married sex (the best kind, in my opinion) - Yes, and it's consistently amazing.
19. Sex on a boat - No.
20. Sex in a body of water - No.
21. Light spanking - Yes, I love it.
22. Read erotica - Yes, I love it. And that's what made me think I could write it too.
23. Play strip poker/Monopoly/card game - No.
24. Sex in the shower - Yes, love it.
25. Sex standing up against a wall - Yes, love it.
26. Sex with no kissing - Only if someone is sick. I adore kissing.
27. Sex in the pitch black - Yes.
28. Sex in the broad daylight - Yes.
29. Making out with no sex long after you're no longer a virgin - No, but it's a great idea, I adore the slow, unhurried makeout session.
30. Sex in a tent in the wilderness - No. My times in the wilderness have been guys-only outings.
31. Watch porn together - Yes.
32. Watch porn alone - Yes.
33. Learn to give yourself multiple orgasms - I wish.
34. Sex on the beach - No.
35. Blindfolds - No.
36. Using ice sexually - No.
37. Sexual role play - Yes, nothing too exotic.
38. Whipped cream - No.
39. La Perla lingerie sex - Since I don't know what that is, I guess the answer is no.
40. Frederick's of Hollywood lingerie sex - Yes.
41. Sex with someone much older - Sadly, no. This was my recurring fantasy as a young man - that an older experienced woman would show me the ropes. It's still a fantasy that resonates strongly.
42. Sex with someone younger (legal!) - Not more than a couple years younger.
43. Sex in a foreign country, possibly with a foreigner - No. (Okay, this is technically "Yes", but Canada just doesn't seem like a foreign country from the U.S.)
44. A quickie in a skirt - No.
45. A longie in the rain - No.
46. Sex in the ocean while people swim all around you - No.
47. Feather ticklers - Haven't given or received. I'm ticklish and this would drive me bananas. I would wield one if asked.
48. Sex while "altered" whether by alcohol or something else - Mildly altered.
49. Learn to orgasm in less than five minutes from intercourse alone - No, it takes longer than that, unless I'm really worked up to start with.
50. Silent sex in a full house - Yes, which is both frustrating and kind of enjoyable.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Massage Parlor Memory (Postscript)

(Continued from here)

Comparing notes on the drive back to the French Quarter, it turned out that three of us had opted for the $40 blowjob. My other buddy, when asked if he wanted anything else, pointed at his cock and asked if she would massage that. She did, and brought him off with her hands for no extra charge. One of my friends, always noted for his cheapness, was outraged that he paid the extra $40 when he could have had a free handjob. I just laughed at him, as I considered it the best money I had ever spent.

The Sensual Goddess notes with amusement that if we set the market price for a blowjob at $40, then I owe her approximately $18 million. I'm a bit skeptical, and figure it can't be a penny over $14 million.

I've since heard that Oriental massage parlors are run by organized crime, and that the girls are basically sex slaves. I don't feel good about that, but I can't honestly say that I regret my one visit to a massage parlor. It was a wonderful experience, and one I won't ever forget.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Massage Parlor Memory (Part 3)

(Continued from here)

Heaven. Absolute heaven. I think I heard a choir of angels sing out. I had experienced the pleasures of the blowjob before, but not often and not in a while. I could still hardly believe that such exquisite pleasures existed in the world.

She sucked me in...swirling her tongue around my head...bobbing up and down...licking and sucking. I watched in the mirror, my toes curling in ecstasy as I watched my cock slide between her lips and into her mouth. And then I closed my eyes, to just *feel* everything...every sensation, every movement. I wanted to burn it into my memory forever.

I opened my eyes again and watched her suck me. I was badly torn. I wanted to watch everything - this was the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life (yes, I've always been a visual beast.) But it was too much, and I knew watching would make me cum much faster than if I kept my eyes closed. And even more than I wanted to watch, I wanted it to last as long as it possibly could. So I closed my eyes and *felt*.

I snuck occasional peeks, but it was like looking at the sun - too dangerous to stare at it wide-eyed.

All too soon, I felt the welling-up at the base of my balls, and I knew I couldn't hold out any longer. So I opened my eyes and feasted on the vision. She knew I was close and hurried me along (damn her!), bobbing her head up and down, and jacking with her hand what she couldn't get in her mouth. I looked in the mirror, and felt like an all-powerful sex god.

And I came. Did I ever cum. It felt like some kind of minor miracle that I didn't blow her head completely off. She kept me in her mouth while I shot spurt after spurt of cum. She didn't move until I was completely spent, then she came off me and discreetly spat my load into a towel. Then she brought out a warm washcloth and gently wiped me clean. She left and told me I could get dressed, and I did.

I felt like a new the sun was shining and all was right with the world. Back in the lobby, I was pleased to see that all my buddies were already done. We all had shit-eating grins, and the girls saw us out and asked us to stop by again. We never did, and I can't remember why. In hindsight, I'm sure we were the easiest clients they ever had - young, clean, eager, flush with cash, and ever so grateful for the touch of a woman.

(Continued here.)

Friday, February 11, 2011

Massage Parlor Memory (Part 2)

(Continued from here)

Gulp. The moment of truth. It made sense - she couldn't solicit, I had to ask. So what *did* I want? And more importantly, did I have the nerve to ask for it? As agonizing as saying the words seemed, the thought of getting dressed and walking out with just a massage was even more unbearable. I croaked out the words.

"A blowjob?"

She smiled. "Forty dollars."

A wave of relief washed over me. This was what I thought it was. She didn't slap my face, and the vice squad didn't burst through the door. Thank goodness. I reached for my pants and pulled two twenties out of my wallet.

She took the money, left for a minute, then came back and closed the door. She removed my towel and put me face down on the massage table. The wall to my side was a full mirror, so if I turned my head that way, I could watch if I wanted.

She massaged my back and my ass cheeks. She shed her robe and climbed on top of me...straddling my back, then laying down on top of me. Her soft skin pressed into my back felt wonderful, and she moved her body sensually on mine. I could feel her soft breasts, and the wiry hair of her bush.

As good as this felt, I realized with horror that my ever-present erection was MIA. A new set of fears...would I not be able to get it up? The potential humiliation was too much to contemplate.

It turned out not to be a problem. She had tricks that I hadn't dreamed of. She spread my ass cheeks and pressed hard in the space between my balls and asshole. In an instant, I had a full-blown erection. I was both shocked and relieved. It felt like a magic trick - like she had pulled a rabbit out of a hat. I had an erection and didn't know how it had happened.

She told me to turn over onto my back, and I was about bursting with anticipation. My cock was raging, and I looked over in the mirror and saw it bobbing with a life of its own. She spread my legs and knelt on the table between them. She took my cock in her hands, bent down, and took me in her mouth....

(Continued here.)

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Massage Parlor Memory (Part 1)

I was in my early 20's, and on vacation in New Orleans with three buddies. We were all young, single, inexperienced, and desperately horny. We couldn't help but notice all the ads in the paper for Oriental massage parlors. We were pretty sure we knew what really went on in those places, and we wanted to find out.

We got a map of the city and saw that many were located in a cluster a short drive from the French Quarter. So the next night we got ready and went. I remember the tension in the car as we drove there as palpable...nervous silences instead of the usual boisterous banter. At that point in my life, I had had a few fumbling encounters, and technically wasn't a virgin, but I was very inexperienced, and sexually *starving.*

We found the Okinawa Massage Parlor with no trouble, and we were all quaking in our boots when we walked in. The place was empty, and the girls were delighted to see us. It was $40 for a half hour massage, $60 for an hour. We each chose the half hour. They took our cash and whisked us off to individual rooms.

I admit I was a little disappointed in my masseuse. I thought we might get our choice of girls, but we didn't, and mine was older than I had hoped (in hindsight, probably in her early 30's) and frankly plain looking with a bit of a thick-set body. But it really didn't matter that much.

I was equally parts excited and scared. How was this going to happen? I had never paid for sex before. Was she going to come right out and ask if I wanted sex? Of course I did (and desperately,) but would I have the nerve to actually ask? Taking the initiative in matters of sex was decidedly *not* my strong point in those days. Maybe this was a legitimate massage parlor and she would be offended. Or maybe she was an undercover cop, and I would be handcuffed and thrown in jail.

She told me to take off my clothes and lay down on the table. I did (leaving my tighty whities on...too nervous to take them off,) and she started the massage. I relaxed into the table, and it felt wonderful. She made friendly small talk, and I was enjoying it. But my mind was racing a mile a minute...fear and anticipation.

She asked if I wanted a shower. I wasn't sure if I did or not...hesitated...and finally said yes. She wrapped a towel around my waist and took me down the hall into a bathroom/shower. She ran the water, took off my towel and briefs, and guided me into the shower. She used a hand-held shower massage, and it felt glorious as she washed me gently but thoroughly from head to toe.

She toweled me off, led me back to the massage room, laid me back down, and finished the massage. There hadn't been anything remotely sexual so far, and the tension in my mind was almost unbearable. Was this going to happen? And if so, how?

She walked to the side of the table, and said the massage was over. Then looked at me. And asked if there was anything else I wanted?

(Continued here.)

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Brigitte Lahaie and Thoughts on Porn

For a while, I thought I had totally lost interest in porn. Happily, I discovered that wasn't true - it turns out that what I've lost interest in is *today's* porn. What I see today is usually too young, too thin, too surgically-enhanced, too shaved, too tattooed/pierced, etc. There's nothing I like more than seeing a sexy woman. But to my eyes, today's porn star looks more like a neglected child or a circus freak-show than a sexy woman. For the most part, it doesn't do anything for me.

I found that I just had to use the keywords "vintage" or "retro." That takes me back to the glorious 70's and early 80's. I just love the way the women look - natural and sexy. The acting is often laughable, and the lighting sometimes atrocious, but they often have a "soul" that I just don't see today. Or maybe I'm on my way to being a grumpy old man. "Let me tell you kids what it was like back in my day...."

Anyway, let me present Brigitte Lahaie for your viewing pleasure. I recently found her, and I'm not sure it gets any better than this (in my humble opinion.) Beautiful face, *perfect* all-natural body. And does she ever know how to use it.

Here's a 10-minute clip of Brigitte. And here's a full-length movie of Brigitte as the headmistress of a girls' boarding school. My poor understanding of French doesn't prevent me from enjoying this movie in the slightest. I could watch her all day and all night.

Friday, February 4, 2011

FFF: Double Dose

Looking back, my summer with her was the most decadent time of my life. She was a little older than me, and what a wildcat. I savored the time we spent at her Hamptons estate: golfing, tennis, sailing. Oh, and every place and position we could think of.

One day we lounged beside the tennis court. She was steaming that I had beaten her in straight sets. I heard a rustle behind me, and she smirked.

"Max, you haven’t met my daughters. Meet Mandy and Brandy. Perhaps you’d like to play them. Doubles?"

My eyes surveyed one, then the other...a double dose of lean tanned flesh. I rose with a confident smile.

Perhaps I would.

The challenge this week was: 68-134 words.
The phrase "...a double dose..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Teenage Discoveries (and Guilt)

Reading Sexie Sadie's book excerpt this morning brought back a lot of memories. If I recall correctly, I discovered the joys of masturbation in the summer between eighth and ninth grades.

How wonderful, to be able to bring myself off whenever I wanted. Before that, I was in an almost-perpetual state of frustration...desperate for a release, but with no idea of how to achieve that release. It sounds silly to say now, but I simply didn't know how. I remember laying in bed at night literally aching, humping the bed, *needing* something to happen. And nothing did.

Finally, at long last, I figured it out. In the shower. A scoop of shampoo lather in my hand, a few thrusts into the slippery tunnel of my fingers and palm, and Hallelujah! It couldn't have felt more wonderful. From that point on, the shower was my favorite place in the world. All summer long I sprayed the shower wall with violent bursts of teenage cum.

I had to be the cleanest guy around, showering morning, noon, and night. I would decide at the drop of a hat that I really needed a shower. If my parents noticed my changed habits, hopefully they attributed it to a new-found teenage obsession with cleanliness.

But, as with Sadie, feelings of guilt and shame were mixed in with the wonderful feelings of joyful release. I would rather have died a thousand deaths than have anyone know what I was doing in the shower. I was very thankfully spared the misfortune of being taught to be ashamed of my body or sexuality - my parents were relatively enlightened, and we didn't go to a church that taught guilt and shame. But somehow I had the idea that this was something to be ashamed of.

And also, like Sadie, I had the idea that deceased relatives could see what I was doing. The thought wasn't enough to make me stop (wild horses couldn't have done that,) but it was disconcerting.

I also came up with the thought that as long as I had done it fewer than 100 times, that it wasn't really that bad. Of course I got around that by very consciously never doing the math. I was surely over 100 times after six weeks, but I reassured myself for months and months - telling myself that it couldn't possibly be over 100. Then I just stopped thinking about it.

It probaby took more than ten years for the guilt to go away competely, but I had crossed a bridge into a new world.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

High Leather Boots

I discovered something new about myself today. I had to go to the Big City for a day of meetings. While walking around the snow-covered city, I noticed that high leather boots are in style (in heights ranging from calf-high, to just below the knee, and even the occasional above-the-knee boot.) I had never thought about this one way or the other, but I realized that I like that look. A lot.

I don't mean in a foot-fetish way - I don't have the desire to lick them or cum on them or be stomped on by them, or whatever it is that foot fetishists like. And the ones I saw didn't have outrageous heels (which don't do anything for me anyway.)

I just find high leather boots a very sexy look for a woman.