The handjob is one of those topics I’ve been putting off.
I’m about to confess something that no self-professed sex writer should ever confess. Giving a handjob feels really fucking weird sometimes. There, I said it. Yep. It’s how I feel, people. Deal with it.
Wanna know something? I’m not alone. I’ve chatted with more than a few chicks “in real life” who’ve expressed the same sentiment.
I’ve been trying to figure out what’s so “weird” about it, too. Let’s face it, aspects of feminine masturbation are really quite delicate. Into clit orgasms? (Me! Me!) All a gal needs to do is lie there and do some 1-2” finger rotations, and whomp, there it is. Hell, I’ve masturbated in public places and never got noticed. (But let’s not talk about that.) It’s just that simple as a chick. Whatever we do, it tends to look pretty sophisticated and subtle, and it gets us off.
When a girlie needs to stroke a boy, though, it’s so utterly foreign to us. Worse yet, it’s so obvious and so clumsy. Most of the time, it can leave us feeling useless. Up and down, up and down – oops! I did it again! I just slipped my hand right off your cock again! Oh, MY.
It takes a while to get used to giving handjobs, for sure. If you’re gonna tug one out, it’s best to have a user’s guide, first.
I’ve been working on technique – enough said, thank you very kindly – and believe I have a couple suggestions for things to be done a little differently.
First, though, let’s address the girls’ concerns. “Why bother masturbating him when he’s so much better at it?” Well, because he knows what to expect if he’s gonna get himself off. He knows when he’ll change paces, he knows what the next move is, and he even knows the exact point he’ll stop. You, though, girlie-girl, you’re the mystery factor. You doing it is like he’s being taken for a drive blindfolded. He knows he’ll get there, but the route’s gonna be one hell of a different experience without a direction to be aware of.
Guys go through their teen years praying they’ll get a handjob at the end of the night. And while, as a grown-up, the money-shot’s really in a good blowjob, going for manual stimulation’s never too much of a disappointment. Except when her awkwardness and insecurities are too obvious, that is.
Have a chat with your guy, let him know you’re a little awkward driving stick. Tell him to let you know if you’re grinding the gears or shifting in all the right ways. Ask him to tell you when he’s enjoying a specific technique, or if he can’t speak at the time and it’s real, real good, to bite his lower lips and close his eyes.
Watch his face. Study him. Learn what he’s loving. This, unlike giving head, is basically a two-way experience, because you can soak up so much useful information as to what gets your man off. Is it the nib under the tip? Ringing the base? Stroking gently with just a finger up the top of his shaft? Maybe it’s the old knob-polishing routine that’s too under-used? Giving head, you can’t really follow his reactions as much, so use this for what it is, a learning experience, and an opportunity to give him a nice orgasm.
Always, always, always make mental notes about what your lover enjoys, I don’t care who you are or what you think you know. Bodies aren’t one-size fits all, and not every trick works on every dick. You’re on your own, mostly, sister. I’m only trying to make it a little less daunting, is all.
But right now, coffee beckons, plus a few other things. I’ll write more on hand-jobs in the coming days/week, since it’s not done yet (eeps) but I’m curious if there’s other women out there who can share their feelings about giving a handjob, whether they too have felt odd performing them previously, or if guys want to volunteer things they’ve enjoyed having done to them in the past.
*Honestly, I mean, giving head’s great, but if you’re like me and you’ve been in a half-dozen vehicle accidents or so, the neck strain can be a killer sometimes, despite my fondness for impromptu oral. Something like a handjob is a great way to do something really nice for your guy with a minimum of exertion, comparatively. So, yes, there are very good reasons to give handjobs, and more on that very soon. This photo’s from Pornoperv.com. Doesn’t look like that inspired of a handjob on either side, though, does it? Hmm.
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"Mommy, what's a blowjob?"
One of the all-time fave sex conversations I had with my mother transpired when I was about eight years old.
We were watching a video of Steve Martin’s “The Jerk” one day, and there was a joke about a blowjob. Mom howled with laughter, wiping tears from her eyes. She was a sucker for Steve. I didn’t get the joke. I furrowed my little blond brows and turned to scrutinize her.
“Mom, what’s a blowjob?”
“Hmm?”
“A blowjob, what is it?”
“Oh, that’s when a woman sucks on a man’s penis, dear.”
“Ew! Why would she want to do that?”
She shrugged and said, “Ah, you got me, sweetie. You got me.”
This casual dismissal of blowjobs made me think they were insane. “She sucks on his pee-pee?” was the thought running through my head. “How icky. EW.”
She rewound the segment, played the joke again, and this time I giggled, too, with a hint of revulsion.
I was more of a Fudgsicle girl way back when.
Sugasm #30
The best of the sex blogs by the bloggers who blog them.
NSFW Pics
Solo Girl
Eloise Shot by Abby Winters (iloveabbywinters.com)
FTV Girls Chloe Extreme Masturbation with Candles (sensualarousalblog.com)
Ginger Jolie Nude (eroticandy.blogspot.com)
My Homegrown Video Work (seska4lovers.com)
Lesbian
Lesbian Sex in the Kitchen (simply-sapphicerotica.com)
Hardcore
Bookworm Bitches Review (internetisforporn.com)
Personal Porn
HNT (spiritsex.blogspot.com)
Tara Checks into the Silver Spruce Motel (taratainton.com)
Thoughts on Sex: Sex Commentary, Sex News, Sexual Politics
Carmen Electra rides into trouble (tgp.com)
Head (jundercovers.blogspot.com)
Kissing (gentlygently.blogspot.com)
Pubes are Personal (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)
RANT: The Dumbing-Down of the Modern Femme (cuntinglinguist.blogspot.com)
Reflectrospective IV: Realizations (emergingontheotherside.blogspot.com)
Funny
In Glasses (janeluvsdick.com)
Sinking (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)
Ten Things to Thank Porn For (sugarbank.com)
Erotic Writing
Assignment # 2 for Ginger Man (pleasinglydebauched.blogspot.com)
Hadley’s Hedonism (theholidaylife.blogspot.com)
Hello, My Name is Cockwhore (bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com)
Lazy Sunday (herknees.com)
My Way, Your Way, Three Way (nyc-urban-gypsy.blogspot.com)
The Perfect Blow Job (secretsofadirtygirl.blogspot.com)
Restful Nights, Exciting Mornings, And The O.J. Conclusion (thetastetester.com)
Sexual Incoherency (damnjezebel.com)
So I Raped Him… (stilettodiaries.blogspot.com)
When You Work (barbiebaby09.livejournal.com)
Sex Toy Reviews / Sex Advice
Ah yes… Semenex… (vagueboy.com)
How Tall Are You Really? (tinastrangeworld.blogspot.com)
Je Joue (sin.typepad.com/shauna_by_night)
Sex Tip – Kegels & Arousal (seskuality.com)
BDSM and Fetish
Control and Balance (masterenigma.blogspot.com)
Fiction- Absolution (erotiterrorist.blogspot.com)
Half Nekkid Thursday (ropegirl.blogspot.com)
HNT – Insomnophilia (sabrinainstockings.com)
Happy Anniversary Master! (darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
In the Bedroom (tangysweet.blogspot.com)
Milking a Man (drtycplinva.blogspot.com)
Sjambok Stripes (adelehaze.com)
Tickle Fetish (radicalvixen.com)
Tiny Dick Losers Convention (spoiledebonyprincess.com)
What I Am (everythingoze.blogspot.com)
Sugasm #29 (and a few words from le me)
I try to write daily. In fact, it’s pretty much guaranteed that if the sun is still being orbited by Planet Earth, that this lil’ scribe has indeed jotted some words down. Posting daily, though, that’s a goal, too, and it isn’t always met.
Today, I’ve started no fewer than three different writings, and thus far, they’re all beneath my standards. Sigh. There’s a wasted 90 minutes or so. I’ll try something again, but, but, but… I need — fortification. Yes. This calls for homemade blueberry muffins, my friends. Indeed. Cinnamon-oatmeal-blueberry muffins. Blueberry goodness. Yep.
(You have no idea how good my muffins are, man. None. Oh, ho. Don’t you wish you did? Second generation muffin mastery, right here. Back when I was a kid, we went on vacation, and neighbourhood kids broke in [the ladder being next to the window when we returned was evidence] and stole muffins from our freezer — Mom’s muffins — and sat down at our living room table, and ate them with all the butter we had left. They even had the audacity to leave the dishes out. Mom was “known” for muffins.)
So, yes. I shall make muffins and do my housecleaning. I’m sure a mood will strike. Won’t it? Later today, I expect to have somethin’ new. Check back tonight, I guess, and keep yer fingies crossed. Meanwhile, here’s some good shit to read elsewhere. Perhaps you should find yourself a muffin and indulge.
The best of the sex blogs by the bloggers who blog them.
Sex Toy Reviews / Sex Advice
Featured Article – Hit Me With Your Best Shot (part 2) (seskuality.com)
How To Ejaculate – For Women (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)
XTC Pleasure Curve (sin.typepad.com/shauna_by_night)
NSFW Pics
Solo Girl
The Incomparable Beauty Of Marketa Belonoha By The Sea (thesexblog.com)
Kele Ward Sexy Cowgirl (eroticandy.blogspot.com)
Kyla shot by Abby Winters (iloveabbywinters.com)
Oh My – What has Annie done (sensualarousalblog.com)
Lesbian
Bridgete, Darlene and a strap-on on Sapphic Erotica (simply-sapphicerotica.com)
Hardcore
She Got Pimped Review (internetisforporn.com)
Personal Porn
HNT – Damn Good Weekend (sabrinainstockings.com)
Performing (sexyukgirl.blogspot.com)
Where Did the Weekend Go? (drtycplinva.blogspot.com)
Sex Toy Reviews / Sex Advice
Featured Article – Hit Me With Your Best Shot (part 2) (seskuality.com)
How To Ejaculate – For Women (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)
XTC Pleasure Curve (sin.typepad.com/shauna_by_night)
Sex Work
Happy Blogaversary (I’m Baaack…) (talkingdirtyblog.com)
Top Ten Lies Strippers Tell (tinastrangeworld.blogspot.com)
Erotic Writing
Cum Machine (Part 1) (rendezvous-romance.blogspot.com)
The Floor, the Fireplace, and the Fuck (taratainton.com)
Fruition (mydreams02.livejournal.com)
It’s Been Seven Years (bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com)
Just A Quickie (stilettodiaries.blogspot.com)
Lost in the moment (gentlygently.blogspot.com)
Retreat. (domequeen.blogspot.com)
Thoughts on Sex: Sex Commentary, Sex News, Sexual Politics
All That You Can’t Leave Behind (sexeteria.blogspot.com)
Disgraceful, Disturbing, and Plain Bad Form (vagueboy.com)
Don’t shit in my mouth and call it a sundae (ethnorotica.com)
The Passion of the Artist (And the Lover) (cuntinglinguist.blogspot.com)
Room 11 (theholidaylife.blogspot.com)
State of Sex (erotiterrorist.blogspot.com)
This isn’t supposed to happen at Duke, is it? (tgp.com)
V for Vendetta (sugarpit.com)
Violent Porn – Three Perspectives (sugarbank.com)
Women can be sick fucks, too
BDSM and Fetish
BDSM
Complexities of relationships – Choices 6 (masterenigma.blogspot.com)
Enjoying a Spanking Shoot (adelehaze.com)
Half-Nekkid Homemade Flogger (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)
HNT (spiritsex.blogspot.com)
My New Toys (radicalvixen.com)
Naughty in Florida (thoughtsformymaster.blogspot.com)
Stress Relief (darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
Yummy (angelbrat454.blogspot.com)
Fetish
Strange?
(v-boat.blogspot.com)
The Whisper of Nylon (easilyaroused.co.uk)
Funny
Though he tries to be quiet… (janeluvsdick.com)
You Want to Play With My Laffy Taffy? (4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com)
Experiences
Feeding the Soul at a Porn Conference (seska4lovers.com)
My Story (thetastetester.com)
Perverts Saloon (nyc-urban-gypsy.blogspot.com)
Tiny Sadists (thegooseandgander.blogspot.com)
Ultimatum (aliferestarted.blogspot.com)
Erectile Problems: Bent Outta Shape When Not Takin' Shape
I have long been a believer that men have far too much pressure on them when it comes to sex. It’s why I started writing about how to become a vixen (such as this and this, which I must continue, and will) and it’s why I’m constantly saying that I feel women need to initiate sex as often as men, if not more.
God knows I try to.
There is one thing people are eternally guilty of, and that is believing the notion that sex is about orgasms, not intimacy. As a result, we have a market flooded with Cialis, Viagra, and other miracle-cures for the Minute Man.
It enrages me when I hear about women whining that a man couldn’t get it up. It happens, honey. Get the fuck over yourself.
The reasons why a man might not get it up are many – from a too-long bike ride to an allergic reaction to his meal to too much alcohol to too much job stress to a woman who can’t keep her mouth shut about certain topics during foreplay. I’ve had guys tell me they couldn’t get it up because a photo of her mother was right there. Who the fuck knows what’s causing it? All that matters is, it happens, and more than the media and women want to accept. Tough. Get over it.
The common penis doesn’t come with a helium pump for inflation purposes. There is no “on” switch. Trust me, if there were, I’d have fucking nailed the technique by now. When it comes to sheer instinct on the male body, I’m certainly near the head of the class. When it comes to technique and attentiveness, again, I know I’m there.
Yet, nonetheless, the Guy had difficulties with maintenance during an otherwise great Saturday night. Neither of us realized at the time that the copious Tylenol 3s he’d been needing to take all week for his horrendously broken leg (on which he had surgery on Tuesday afternoon to insert two Titanium plates and countless metal screws around and in both his tibia and fibula, for a total of three through-and-through breaks, which was then wrapped in a too-vulnerable soft cast that kept getting knocked by Miss Butterfingers here) came with a side-effect of erectile dysfunction and decreased libido.
Well, the libido? Trust me, not a problem. It wasn’t that he couldn’t get it up, he sure as hell could – far too many times. It just didn’t want to maintain long enough for follow-through. Thus, frustrations understandably ensued – not from me, but from him. He was bitter and maybe even a little unnecessarily angry at himself, because his track record was anything but that of inconsistency.
But, you know, we talked, we made it through the night in relatively good spirits, and in the morning, with a sponge bath by yours truly and a start-up blow-job, everything worked out quite nicely. Enough that I had to cancel my evening plans to recoup, honestly.
A little research later and suddenly the light came on: Drugs will fuck you up. C’est la vie.
(And for all the guys out there cringing and thinking, “Oh, my god, how could she do this to him and tell this story?” Well, I told the Guy I’d write something and pretend a reader sent in a letter, and he said not to bother, it was cool. Now THERE is a man comfortable with his sexuality, people. And rightfully so.)
Here’s the deal. Erectile dysfunction happens. It’s not the end of the fucking world. When guys get bent out of shape because they’re not taking shape, it’s really unattractive. A little frustration is understandable, but getting pissed off about it, walking out, anything like that, it’s childish, unattractive, and shouldn’t happen. Guys, get over yourselves.
But is it that simple? No. The media and women are most of the problem on the shame-over-“failure” front, sadly.
Chicks who take it personally, who the hell do you think you are? Get over yourselves. Most of the time, it’s not about you. Most of the time, it’s any one of a hundred little things that can transpire to blow a mood… Or maybe it’s major surgery with insertion of too much Titanium four days previous and a hellishly fucked limb.
Any which way, when a guy can’t do what guys are supposed to be able to do, it’s a crushing damned blow, and not one they’re wanting to have to face – OBVIOUSLY. For you to escalate it by doing the whole, “What’s wrong? Is it me? Well, what can I do to help? Maybe we can try again later?” 20-questions, woe-is-me, I-must-not-be-sexy crap is about as lame a thing as you can lay on a man – a man who really doesn’t need your shit at that moment.
Kiss him, tell him it’s cool, slide your hand tenderly up and down him, tell him you’re thrilled to feel his warm, sweaty skin next to you as it is. Ask him if there’s anything he’d like to do instead. If he wants to give you oral and get you off that way, then that’s something you should encourage. If spooning’s his bag, great. Whatever you do, don’t make it about you. Even if it IS about you, don’t get hung up on that.
Any chick who’s really baffled about the mechanics of the cock (or guys, for that matter) – and it’s not as simple as it looks – could read Dick: A User’s Guide in order to get exposed to the basics about penisology. For something more in-depth, focusing on psychology of the cock and all that, I’m not sure what to suggest, since I’ve not happened upon something that fits that bill. (Although Paul Johannides’ Guide to Getting It On is about as complete a sexyclopedia as you’ll ever find, and it takes the psych-side of cock quite well, plus all the other need-to-know sex basics that every lover should pore over.)
Let’s face it. Guys tend to be pretty non-communicative. That’s typically how they work. Stress can impact performance, and you putting a negative spin on it’s really fucking uncool.
I know I didn’t. And I wouldn’t. Sex isn’t just about orgasms for me, it’s about intimacy, and if things aren’t working, I’m more than happy to be entertained in other ways. It’s about the closeness, which I fucking love.
It helps that I understood somewhat the world of pain the Guy’s been in this past week, having spent about 20 weeks in a single year on crutches myself a couple years back, so I had pretty low expectations going into things. I was pleasantly surprised on Sunday and in the end had a pretty wicked time of things. It was a “gee, I could really go to church and do confession now” kind of weekend despite mechanical difficulties on Saturday. Now, the guy’s prematurely weaning himself off the drugs, in a conscious decision that he’d rather endure pain so he can enjoy the pleasure in between. I secretly don’t mind. 😉 I know a couple pain-negating moves, I assure ya, Guy.
I’d like to think the Guy finds me hotter and cooler now that he knows I’m not going to be a bitch in a moment like that. I’m not looking for brownie points, that’s just the kind of chick I am. I get this shit, and you should, too.
One of the worst things to ever happen to sex, in my point of view, is the whole Viagra thing. Yes, lasting’s awesome. Yes, orgasms rock. Yes, being hard’s much more fun than soft. But it ain’t all about that, and when it comes to the little blue pill, that sometimes gets forgotten. Sex should be about remembering what the point was in the first place: Getting close, experiencing the person from head to toe, travelling the terrain of their body, exploring all they have to offer. It’s not just about getting hard and getting off. It’s time to take the ego out of sex, before the ego kills the fun.
Sugasm #28
The best of the sex blogs by the bloggers who blog them.
Thoughts on Sex: Sex Commentary, Sex Advice, Blogging
All About Oral: Odor, Etiquette, and Why Some Women Don’t Want It (cuntinglinguist.blogspot.com)
Anatomy Lessons Part 2 (swelteringcelt.com)
And it Burns, Burns, Burns… (sexeteria.blogspot.com)
Classic S Spot – More on Masturbation (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)
Damn Leeches! (anawtymouz.blogspot.com)
His Addiction (onaniajournal.blogspot.com)
Love Conquers Some But Not All (realadultsex.com)
Pussy on the Loose (taratainton.com)
Funny / Sex News / Grab Bag
10 Lies Pornographers Tell (sugarbank.com)
Angelina Puts Collagen Rumors to Bed (tgp.com)
I Bet You Didn’t Know the Ancient Greeks Had Strap-ons… (tirepaddle.com)
Last Night Dick Slipped… (janeluvsdick.com)
Sex in the News – Celebrity Sex Tales (seskuality.com)
Shit Week (nakedloftparty.com)
Reviews and Interviews
Interview with Sophia (chillivanilla.com/blg/)
Sugarjoy Review: Xervious Anime Labs (sugarjoy.com)
BDSM and Fetish
Always Ready… (seanandmel.blogspot.com)
Bath Time (ropegirl.blogspot.com)
Daddy’s Little Girl (redvelvetropeburn.blogspot.com)
Edging (sheenv.blogspot.com)
Shop's Closed fer Schtuppin'
So, as you know, I’ve been sick, sick, sick. And not just in the head. 😉
Not anymore, though. Well, still sick in the head, but hey, you like that sort of thing. I’m not only well, but I have (gasp) endurance.
Anyhow, given the choice of writing or, as a certain someone has stated, being “ridden like a government mule,” what do you think my choice’ll be? So, I’m closing up shop, back on Monday.
Like my sign? But I’d just like to say that I know a certain contingent of my readers consider me the “Singles Poster Girl,” judging from some emails I’ve gotten of late, and while I regret to inform you of the decision to no longer be single for the foreseeable future — (freaky shit’s going down, like making plans not only for two weeks from now, but two months from now… quite strange to my inner-commitmentphobe, really, but I blame him) — I promise, this will not turn into one of those nauseating “how do I love thee” bullshit blogs, nor will I ever be part of a couple’s blog, despite the fact that he’s a quality writer in his own right.
Not to slam couples’ blogs at all, it’s just not my bag. Whatever would I do without my soapbox?
Anyhow, here’s hoping y’all get lucky, too. But unfortunately for you, you don’t get to eat my cookin’ before you do. The Guy’s getting laid, and fed, both exceedingly well. God, I’m a cheap date.
(BTW, the sign’s one I made in Illustrator. Ah, desktop publishing. How fun.)
The Blogger's Code, A Reminder
A few of us sexy bloggers have had our work stolen of late, republished by others, who are claiming our work as their own.
I could be nice about this, but why bother? The deal is, we bust our asses to try and create unique content as often as we’re able. I try to post, for instance, almost daily, and it takes a good deal of time to do, when I’m doing it well. I’m proud of what I create, and make no mistake about it — I own this content. If you reprint entire pieces without giving us credit, then you’re doing a very, very shitty thing. Smarten the hell up. Common sense my ass. It’s rare sense, apparently.
If you like what you read, there is a code you should follow. You print excerpts, not entire content. You link to both the site and then to the post, separately. That’s just the way it goes. I’m always grateful to be quoted/excerpted. That’s flattering. Thank you. Imitation, when it comes to intellectual theft, is not the sincerest form of flattery, whatever the cliches may have you believing. It’s simply theft. Plain, old, unimaginative theft.
Please, respect what we all do, and play by the code. We do.
And if you should ever recognize my work elsewhere, please inform me. I’ll always be grateful.
Sugasm #27
The best of the sex blogs by the bloggers who blog them, courtesy of Sugarbank.
BDSM/Fetish
HNT #4 – Assume the Position (avaadora.blogspot.com)
I Don’t Mind it Rough (tangysweet.blogspot.com)
Kneeling (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)
Making Love in the Rain Revisited (redvelvetropeburn.blogspot.com)
Monde Imaginaire (theninthwave.typepad.com)
The Notorious Bettie Page (sugarbank.com)
Sadist Taking What is His (theheronclan.blogspot.com)
Spanking Site Review: Bars and Stripes (adelehaze.com)
Thigh High Boots (video) (thebootcam.com)
Training and Surrender (aliferestarted.blogspot.com)
Choices – Part Five (masterenigma.blogspot.com)
D/s Correspondence (barbiebaby09.livejournal.com)
Erotica/Erotic Experiences
In Three Minds (orpheusmind.blogspot.com)
My Ultimate Fantasy (gentlygently.blogspot.com)
The Slow Fuck (secretsofadirtygirl.blogspot.com)
Teen Lesbians Brittney and Avril on Sapphic Erotica (simply-sapphicerotica.com)
The Vixxen Chronicles – Walking Funny, Pt. 3 (unfetteredcravings.blogspot.com)
Welcome To My Fantasy (herknees.org)
Coach T… Ch. 5 (whatsexmaycome.blogspot.com)
Dear Pussy (secretbrain.blogspot.com)
Sex Work
I am now a sex worker (lumpesse.com)
Half-Nekkid: Topless and Thinking (sabrinainstockings.com)
Mothers and Prostitutes Don’t Mix (taratainton.com)
Experiences
Going Home (theholidaylife.blogspot.com)
Single Double (damnjezebel.com)
Women Aren’t the Only Complex Creatures (seanandmel.blogspot.com)
Caught Kissing in the Copier Room (anawtymouz.blogspot.com)
Announcements
Save the Date! NYC Perverts’ Saloon – Monday, April 3rd (viviane212.blogspot.com)
Twilight + Thebes Podcast Discusses Paddles + Devil Girl Sushi Table (tirepaddle.com)
NSFW Pics
Gracie on Abby Winters (iloveabbywinters.com)
My Sister’s Best Friend Review (internetisforporn.com)
I Feel Myself – The Art of Orgasm (sensualarousalblog.com)
Oops, I forgot. The word of the day is “moisture” (realadultsex.com)
Sincerely LaRue (eroticandy.blogspot.com)
S Spot Hentai Links (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)
Thoughts on Sex: Sex Commentary, Sex Advice, Blogging
Faking (v-boat.blogspot.com)
Fingering (sexyukgirl.blogspot.com)
Long Ass POST! (alphadominablog.com)
Twats and Knives: Together at Last (cuntinglinguist.blogspot.com)
Variety Act (seska4lovers.com)
Advice – Tasting Yourself (seskuality.com)
Anatomy Lessons Part 1 (swelteringcelt.com)
Come (sexeteria.blogspot.com)
Sex News / Grab Bag
For the Youthful-Looking Cooter You Deserve (tgp.com)
Mardi Gras Spanking (auntyagony.net)
Profaning the sacred (sexblo.gs)
They’ve Went and Bottled the Pussy! (suburbansexpot.blogs.com)
Tom Cruise’s Cock (sugarpit.com)
Charges Dropped in Teacher Sex Scandal (spiritsex.blogspot.com)
Dress Up Britney Spears (sugarjoy.com)
Funny
Killing An Erection (radicalvixen.com)
after a few shots… (janeluvsdick.com)
Some thoughts at 3:30 AM
The Guy is a foodie, which I quite like, since I’m a foodie too. There’s nothing like cooking for someone who *gets* what the effort is, and who appreciates the subtleties of a well-designed meal. I’m hatching a scheme for a really nice meal I’d like to cook for him, now that I know I can afford to eat and be merry a little bit. He cooked me dinner last week, so it’s my turn…
…Trouble is, I’m sick, so our meal plans will have to wait a week or so. But The Guy is being a total sweetie and making me a batch of homemade chicken soup made from scratch (from the carcass of the bird that gave its life for our tasty meal last weekend, to boot), since I’m a sickie again. He’s bringing it by on Saturday. This will be date the fourth, such as cuddling and feeding-sickie can be called a date, and it’s safe to say it looks like this might be Something Good. It doesn’t feel like just the fourth date, though. The comfort factor’s far higher than I’d have expected it to be this soon.
What’s really cool about this thing is that we both have brains. It’s pretty tiresome always being the smartest person in relationships (I don’t mean that to sound as arrogant as it does, but trust me, I used to read a couple books a week — good, smart books — for years and years, and I’ve essentially been paid on the job to learn for the last nine years of my life, so I certainly have some book smarts, and street smarts, too).
A relationship with someone with at least as much smarts as me, if not smarter, is a real turn-on these days, and something I’ve craved for a long while. Like, a long, long while.
And hey. He does soup.
Now, if he gives his consent, I’ll share the oddly When Harry Met Sally-ish freaky-deaky way in which we met, but that’s his call. I know he’ll read this, so I’ll just wait for him to clue me in. It’s a pretty wicked story, though.
(My fever’s finally broken. Whew! Thank goodness. 🙂