Anal Lies

October 17th, 2009 § 2

I used to work with this girl, who talked about how her and her boyfriend (who was a manager at another store) would have anal sex all the time. I was intrigued by this, partially because I thought she was crazy, but also assumed that she was fairly vanilla in bed. The two of them had nearly a decade in age between them, and she ALWAYS had some story about a fight. I had the “pleasure” of meeting this guy once, on a triple date, it was awkward, and he spent most of his time making a point not to talk to anyone else. Needless to say, I decided, anal sex or not, I didn’t like the man.

Fast forward almost 2 years and I met him again. It was a chance meeting, a flirty exchange, and a quick goodbye. He ended up getting my number from a mutual friend, and he asked me on our first date.

I wanted to fuck him right away, after all, I had heard the man lived for anal sex, and I was a big fan of anal sex. We waited for about a month before we crossed that line, and when we did it was good sex, but not even some anal play. I came to the conclusion that “Can I put it in your ass?” wasn’t exactly a question you ask the first time you have sex. I also realized that I was making excuses as to why a man hadn’t fucked me in the ass, which brought a little smile to my face.

After a few months of dating, and no anal sex, I casually brought up the story that his ex used to tell me, about their anal adventures. At first he just looked at me, and then he said “Oh wait, you’re serious, I’ve never been into anal, in fact, I’ve only had anal sex once and it wasn’t with her.”

I found myself being both very bummed out, and then mad. Part of my attraction to him was the idea that he was into anal, now all he had was his personality, the okay sex, and the fact that he was physically cute. Sadly I have to say my desire for him slowly faded over the next few months, until one day it just wasn’t there. I still think the man is very nice, but I have no desire to touch him ever again.

Is it bad to “unlike” someone when you find out they don’t like something you do? Or is it bad to base your desire on someone based on what you’ve heard?

Double Teamed by One Man

October 7th, 2009 § 0

While I was at work one day recently a chat popped up on my screen: “Pick: long/skinny, short/fat, medium/ribbed.” I was stuck staring at my screen, feeling my whole body getting warmer, the real question, was I more flushed with arousal or with embarrassment?

I made my decision but was given no more details, no matter how much I pleaded, begged, or threatened (I said I was going to withhold blow jobs).  He wouldn’t even give me a hint of which hole was going to benefit from this rash decision. I began thinking about the possibilities, I had hoped it was something for my ass, my lover knew I had been working on stretching it out to make room for his huge cock.

About a week later I felt a buzz on my phone, an email, from him, it’s subject “Look What I Found in the Mail.” I felt a jolt of pure pleasure run down my back, arching it a little, which was out of my control and oh so good. I looked around, making sure I would have a private moment to enjoy the picture that was sure to be in the email, thankful suddenly for technology and instant gratification. When the picture finally loaded the jolt turned into full arousal, it was a cockring dildo, double penetration was all I could think about.

@sexhero and toy

He hung on to the toy for a couple of weeks, waiting for the perfect time to use it. Knowing he had this toy in his possession, but wouldn’t let me play with it only made me more frustrated. He told me I had to be good, I had to stretch out my ass and earn the right to play with the toy.

Last weekend we planned on taking the whole weekend, no plans, other than to fill my ass. I hoped that the work I’d been doing would earn me the right to get the double fill, and wouldn’t you know, it did.

The toy was a great addition to our weekend of fuck. He filled my pussy with his hard cock, kept rock solid by the dildo cock ring, and filled my ass with the nice sized ribbed dildo (by the way, I picked the medium/ribbed toy).

We did have some trouble getting the dildo to stay in my ass then I was on top, but it was easy for me to hold it in there an bounce. When he flipped me around and fucked me from behind the dildo slid in and out with ease. I could feel every inch of him inside me, making every hair on my head stand on end.

This toy was worth the wait, and the work.

New Site, New Bra!

September 29th, 2009 § 2

I have officially migrated my blog to a new URL, on my own hosting!! This is exciting because I no longer have to worry about others thinking my pictures are too “racy” or that my content is too “adult.” So welcome.

This site is dedicated to my sexual thoughts, writings, reviews, and musings. I’m very interested in what others think of sex, so please don’t hesitate to answer posed questions, or post your own.

Now, in addition to my new site I got a new bra last weekend, and here’s why…

New Bra!I had this favorite black bra, I wore it all the time, and loved it, called it my own, kept it close to my heart. One day I was at work and felt a sharp stabbing pain right under my breast, YIKES! Upon further investigation I realized it was a broken under wire (BUMMER). If you’re a person who wears a bra often you know how hard it is to find that perfect one, and it takes a little while before you will know if it’s the right one or not because a bra must settle; needless to say I was bummed.

The good news however is a found a comfortable, supportive, non-nipple-popping bra! It was a quick band-aid purchase from Target, but it has quickly filled the shoes of my former tit supporter.

So thank you Target, and Dreamhost for all the new tools in my life!

Robot Lovin'

September 21st, 2009 § 0

Photo by: xkcd

Photo by: xkcd

I’m a fan of my vibrator, but it will never take the place of a real man. Do you think there will ever be a time when robots will be optional lovers? Think about it…never tired, always available, wont leave you for another man/woman. I’m a fan of glass toys, metal isn’t a far stretch for me…

Could you someday go into a store and buy a robot lover? I’d probably opt for the custom made-to-order kind, but then again I’m a little picky when it comes to my toys.

What do you think?

Birthday Sex

September 18th, 2009 § 0

“Don’t need candles and cake
Just need your body to make…
Birthday sex… Birthday sex ooh
(It’s the best day of the year girl)
Birthday sex… Birthday sex ooh
(G-spot g-spot let me hit that g-spot g-spot girl)”

“Birthday Sex” – Jeremih

My room mate and I celebrate birthday weeks, and since our birthdays are within 2 weeks of each other we tend to have a birthday month. This year we were living together again, and both having a lucky streak with men, so we were both excited to have our own birthday sex experience. Who doesn’t want a smooth talking man to hit that g-spot on your birthday?!

My birthday came, and I got drunk, real drunk, like dancing on the stage to Prince’s Pussy Control drunk (lucky for me my lover was dancing along with me). While dancing I wanted to ravage him on stage, in front of the few other drunks left in the bar at closing time. I wanted to remember my birthday sex, I wanted everyone to remember my birthday sex, but I also didn’t want my room mate to lose her job, at the bar I was dancing on stage at. In the end, all I can really remember about that dance was the battle in my head over wanting to ravage my lover’s sweaty body, and the voice saying, keep it PG.

Arriving home that night I instantly regretted my decision to drink as much as I had, I looked damn good, I wanted to have damn good sex. In the final moments of the birthday night all I could do was fall asleep, and pray my man would start my new birth year off right (and he did, but that’s not part of birthday sex).

The next week was my room mate’s chance at birthday sex. She started the week off a little rough, with a drunk-n-tumble walk home (I recruited my ex to help me get her and the bikes home), ended with a no-so-graceful ass first dive off our stoop. Having put her to bed though I was left with my ex at my house, and I thought why not? Someone should get laid tonight.

Roomie continued her birthday streak, inviting a guy back to our house a few days later, only to have passed out cold by the time he got there. The night of her actual birthday she brought a manager from her work home. Drunk, she busts into my room, requesting a condom, all I had were Magnums (yes, my most consistent lover needs these). I handed one over, praying this would not be intimidating to the man in her bed. Next morning she comes crawling into my bed, explaining it was like a tube sock on a baby’s foot. OOPS!

Needless to say, neither of us had the birthday sex we anticipated, or expected, but at the end of it all, we have the story of the “sock on the baby’s foot” and an endless supply of free drinks in exchange for our silence.

Buying a Dildo Is Now a Public Concern

September 15th, 2009 § 2

Flickr Image by: Miss--K

Flickr Image by: Miss--K

Apparently buying a dildo is now a public concern, but you are encouraged to use it privately in your home in Alabama. Love Stuff, a store still selling the apparently “publicly unmoral” devices tried to challenge the State’s ruling against the sale of these items, and came up with a loss today.

“The Alabama Supreme Court on Friday upheld the state’s ban on the sale of sex toys, but Love Stuff, the Hoover store that filed the challenge, has no plans to stop selling the devices.

While people have the right to use the devices in private, the Legislature has the right to ban public distribution of those products, the court majority ruled in a 7-2 decision.

“As the 11th Circuit pithily and somewhat coarsely stated: `There is nothing `private’ or `consensual’ about the advertising and sale of a dildo,’” the majority opinion said.“

If you ask me this is a step in the wrong direction for our sexual freedoms. Not to mention the right to walk into a comfortable surrounding store, look at a wall of dildos, as for help, and find the perfect toy for you. This is a bummer for sure.

I started on my road to my sexual freedom working in an adult store where I got great pleasure out of helping people find something to help open their minds to sex. It’s not dirty, it’s not for people with no morals, it’s for you, your neighbor, your banker, even your 3rd grade teacher, and if there’s not a place in your town where you can ask questions where are you going to get your advice?

What do you think?


I Heart Hairy Men

September 14th, 2009 § 0

I Love Hairy Men!

I Love Hairy Men!

After my last post @sexhero and I did some more talking about hairy men, I also got some feedback from other men out there on their manscaping habits. I still think hairy men are hot, but I can appreciate the man who will do some trimming on the parts that count (I’m not a fan of a mouth full of hair).

The general rule I’ve found is that is a woman asks for it, men are generally okay with doing it. @mguerre says, “Absolutely. Got to make it pleasurable for my lover. It’s only fair if I ask her to do so.” Agreed. I think it’s more sexy that a man would do it because I wanted it, versus, it just being something that he does (though I wont be mad if they do just do it).

So to all the hairy men out there, embrace it, love it, trim it if you want to, and buy your girl this shirt!

Hair, Hair, Everywhere

September 11th, 2009 § 0

SexHero - Hairy

Photo of @sexhero

Okay everyone, we’ve all got hair. As American women we are taught at an early age that removing, shaving, waxing, and plucking were all the ways to control our “hair problem,” even many men are trimming, shaving, and removing their body hair. In nature the hairiest man gets the lady, we’re animals, so what makes us different?

I grew up with a very hairy step-father. I remember wondering why the hair on his head connected to the hair on his back. I also remember my mom, friends, and family making fun of this. I would never eat anything that would “put hair on your chest” for fear of ending up ridiculed for a hairy body.

When I started dating I found myself very attracted to facial hair, but not to body hair. Most of the guys I slept with had very little body hair, or went the wrestling route and shaved it all off (something about less friction for their opponent to hang on to).

Recently I began dating/fucking a new man. Before we slept together I’d seen him naked in a music video. He was hot, HUGE package, very confident, and then he turned around, and I was floored. I had never seen such a hairy back since my step-dad. I was not repulsed by this, or necessarily turned off, I didn’t know what I would think of him in person. I was a little worried, not going to lie.

The first time we fucked was a little bit of a blur, drinks had been involved, and I just really wanted to get laid. The next time I remember noticing his hair, but only briefly, the man was amazing in bed. As time has progressed I find myself not even noticing the hair until someone jokes about it, and even then I find myself wondering if he’s really that hairy.

At this point all I know is I love nothing more than having him fuck me to near unconsciousness, then falling asleep in his warm, sweaty, sex stained hairy chest.

How do you like your men?

Book Review: Open for Business

September 10th, 2009 § 0

Open for Business by Alison Tyler

Alison Tyler was gracious enough to send me a copy of her book Open for Business, I’m very glad she did.

This book was exactly what I expected, and all that I wanted. I have a fantasy associated with office escapades so it was great to read stories written by other people who have the same idea. One of my favorite stories was about a temp and a window washer, how hot would that be to show a stranger parts of you, through a window on the 30th floor? No touching, just looking with your eyes, controlling the situation, knowing you’re driving the bulge under his jeans…

Since I work in and office it was easy to put myself into many of the situations, which is something I like about erotic books. In this book there were some stories that I could only wish would have been me sitting bare-ass on the desk. The stories are easy to read, so take a lunch break, or a smoke break and get yourself off with one of these stories.

Making Art: A Photo Shoot Story

September 8th, 2009 § 0

Saturday night I had the pleasure of co-staring in a @sexhero photo shoot, he told me I eventually stole the show, sorry about that. The photos were shot by the talented and equally as sexy @shelikesithot, with his cat-man assistant Ryan (he was dressed in a skin tight cat-suit).

I will admit I was a little nervous while trying to be sexy in front of a camera, I don’t think I’m the most photogenic person I know, and I think @sexhero is. I found quickly though that given some good music, tequila, and everyone in their underwear, all nerves go out the window…

I will hopefully have some of these pictures up for everyone to see soon, we also took some fun shots for indieundies.com, I’ll hook up a link once that is up too!

Spoiler: if you like biking, bananas, safaris, or military helmets you will want to check these out!

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