Wanton You

Not dead!

2007-05-05T07:23:00.000-07:00

It's a bit embarrassing to see how long it's been since our last post. I can't say I have anything very sexy to post at the moment, so instead I'm going to write about why that is.

Todd and I started this blog while temporarily separated due to travel. Being away from home always sparks my libido, and it seems to be accentuated if Todd isn't with me - absence makes the heart grow fonder, and all that. Unfortunately, most of the time, my libido is nowhere near as strong as I'd like it to be.

It's kind of a difficult thing to come to terms with, because I used to think of myself as a very sexual person - as a teenager and then college student, I rarely lacked for desire (or partners). It was a great time, very exploratory and really just lots of fun. But over the last several years (I'm now in my mid-twenties) my baseline libido has been much lower, albeit with some excellent high points like the first 6-12 months of my relationship with Todd. So I really feel like I've lost something that used to be part of me. I know what I'm missing!

There's no shortage of possible explanations for this - stress, lack of novelty, medication, reaction to painful sex (long story), whatever. Lately I've been thinking that this is actually my real baseline, and the reason I used to be so much more sexual was the hormone storm of adolescence. But maybe I'm wrong.

This has been the subject of much thought, so I have a lot to say. More in future posts.

Bookstore, Part 2

2006-12-04T09:26:00.000-08:00

We reach the car, you smirking and me trying to touch as much of you
as I can while walking. You open my door, since I'm not making any
moves in that direction, and instruct me to get inside.

As I sit down, I can feel the dildo sliding inside me. It's getting
awfully slippery down there. The pressure on the walls of my pussy is
very distracting; I can hardly think of anything besides you touching
me.

You get in and start the car. As you begin to drive, I lean over to
you and put one arm behind your neck, stroking your thigh with the
other hand. You feel so good... I slide my hand up your thigh,
brushing against your package. I can tell you're hard.

Suddenly you slap my hand away. "You need to learn to be more
patient," you say. "Besides, you don't want to make me crash."

I move my hand back to my own lap. Just as I start to brush my fingers
against my crotch, you grab my wrist. Hard. "No touching yourself,
either," you order me. I moan and arrange my hands on my knees, far
away from any of the parts I'd really like to touch. I look over at
you, admiring your chiseled face and sensuous lips, currently fighting
a grin. My gaze slides down, checking out your masculine chest and the
hint of softness at your belly. Lower, now, to the bulge in your
pants. I imagine opening them and pulling down your briefs, allowing
your cock to spring free.

I squirm in my seat, feeling the pressure of the dildo inside me. I
close my eyes and imagine that it's not plastic, but flesh - your hard
cock, warm and unyielding, filling me up and stretching my pussy to
its limits. My legs fall open and I move my hips involuntarily as I
fantasize about being fucked by you. It's so hard to keep from
touching myself, but I obey your instructions.

Soon we pull into the bookstore parking lot. As we walk inside, you
remind me: "Be good. You wouldn't want everyone in the store to know
what a dirty girl you are, would you?" I shake my head, but the motion
of walking is making me very aware of my wet, swollen pussy. I begin
to think that I won't care who sees us, as long as I get to fuck you
soon. The industrial carpeting on the floor is starting to look
awfully comfortable - I wouldn't mind a few rug burns.

We reach the smut section, and you seat yourself on a stepstool to
read. I try to crouch on the floor, but that narrows my pussy so that
the sensation is almost unbearable. I stand up instead, turn my back
on you, and choose a book randomly. I flip through it, trying to read,
but I can't concentrate. I pick another book, which turns out to be a
Kama Sutra full of pictures. That's more my speed, and I slowly turn
the pages, mesmerized by the hot couples doing all the things I want
to do right now.

I move closer to you, so that my ass is just brushing your shoulder.
You don't respond, so I do it a little more while enjoying a
particularly hot picture. I'm suddenly shocked when you clamp your
left arm around my hips and use your right arm to pinch my ass, hard
enough to hurt. "I thought I told you to be good," you whisper,
keeping me pinned until I promise to behave myself.

You release me, but then whisper "come here." I move around to your
side, and you show me the book you're reading. "How does this look?"
you ask. It's very hot, and I say so. Of course, in my current
condition, anything would sound good, but I keep that to myself.

"What do you have?" you ask me, and I show you my book. "Mmm," you
say, flipping through a few pages. "I think we're all set. Ready to
go?" I bite my lip and nod enthusiastically.

You put your arm around me, steering me to the front of the store. One
finger slyly brushes the underside of my breast, and I melt against
you. I try to maintain decorum as you pay for our books, but I'm
pretty sure everyone in the store can see the hungry way I'm looking
at you.

As soon as we get into the car, I pounce on you. I pin your shoulders
back against the seat and kiss you greedily. "I want you. Right now!"
I insist, fumbling with your fly.

You push me away and start the car. "We're going home," you inform me.
I must look awfully disappointed. "But I will allow you to get started
now," you say, pulling your penis out from your briefs. I reach for it
immediately, stroking up and down the shaft, twirling my finger around
the head, and rubbing the pre-come up and down that really sensitive
spot.

Now it's your turn to moan and squirm. I bend down and lick the tip. I
can tell you're about to tell me not to do that, so I suddenly take
the whole shaft into my mouth. You moan and move your hips, making
sure that I have free access.

Luckily it's a short drive home, because I don't think we could make
it much longer. You slam the car into Park and we both rush inside. As
soon as we get inside the door, we start ripping each other's clothes
off. I try to remove my panties, but you make me keep them on.
"Wouldn't want your dildo to come out yet!"

I start to get down on my knees to continue sucking your cock, but you
pick me up and carry me into the bedroom. You lie on your back and
pull me on top of you in the 69 position. I'm happy with this, and
immediately go back to licking and sucking your cock. I can taste the
pre-come.

You slip my panties to the side and lick my clit. I almost fall over,
but you hold me up. You push on the base of the dildo, making it move
inside me. I moan with your cock in my mouth, and that makes you moan
too. Pretty soon, you push me back onto the bed and kneel in front of
me. You rip off my panties and grab the dildo. Just to tease me, you
give it a few last thrusts before sliding it out of me.

Suddenly I feel empty and bereft. I clutch at you, begging you to fuck
me. Instead, you casually rub my clit with your thumb while stroking
your own cock. I lie there whimpering with helpless desire, thrusting
my hips and twisting my hands in the sheets. "Please, honey, please, I
need you inside me," I beg. You give your cock a few more strokes -
just to make me wait - then enter me all at once.

I scream with pleasure. The fake cock kept me horny all evening, but
the real one feels so much better. I love having you inside me, and I
babble incoherent endearments as I clutch at your back and shoulders.
Oh god, it feels so good. I don't think I can wait very long to come.

The pleasure overtakes me, and I abandon myself to it. I'm dimly aware
that my head is buzzing and I can barely feel my fingers, but all I
care about is the feeling of your body slamming into mine. I dig my
fingers into your back as my orgasm starts to build. Suddenly you
start fucking me even harder, grunting with effort and desire. We
explode at the same time, our cries mixing in the quiet evening air.
You collapse on top of me, and I'm the happiest girl on earth.

Bookstore, Part 1

2006-11-23T09:56:00.000-08:00

"Let's go to the bookstore tonight," I suggest. "I want to have a sexy
book to read while you're away on your trip."

"I like that idea," you respond. "But are you sure you're in the right mood?"

I look at you quizzically. I'm pretty damned horny, as you are fully
aware. You stare at me intently, then take my hand and lead me into my
bedroom. "I want to make sure you won't get distracted while we're
there."

You sit on the edge of the bed, leaving me standing in front of you.

"Take off your shoes and socks." I do.
"Now your shirt." Again, I follow orders.
"I want to watch you touch yourself."

I slip my fingers into the cup of my bra, brushing them against my
sensitive nipples. Mmm, that feels good. I reach back and unhook the
bra, letting it drop to the floor. Now I have easy access to my
breasts. I cup them in my hands, lifting them and feeling their
weight. I circle one nipple with a finger, then roll it between a
finger and thumb. I'm beginning to breathe heavily.

"Good girl. Take off your pants."

I do as I'm told, then resume touching my nipples with one hand, while
the other slips into my panties and strokes my clit. It's getting hard
to stand up.

You pull me onto the bed, push me down, and slip off my panties. You
slide your hand over my pussy. "You're very wet." I moan.

You lean over and kiss me, stroking my clit at the same time. I'm
getting very turned on, arching my hips toward you and making little
noises.

"Would you like something inside you?" you ask.
"Oh god, yes, please fuck me!"
"I didn't say I was going to fuck you, greedy girl. I want you to stay
turned on while we're out."

I had forgotten about the plan to go out. And I really want to be
fucked. "Please," I beg.

You open the nightstand drawer and pull out a soft dildo. You pour a
little lube on it and stroke it to spread the lube around. I watch,
fascinated.

Then you slowly, teasingly, slip the dildo inside me. It feels so good
to be full (though not as good as it would feel to be fucked). I moan
and squirm.

I realize you're no longer touching me. You're picking my panties up
off the floor and sliding them onto me. "Get dressed," you order me.
"With it still inside?" I ask.
"Yes. That's how I'm going to make sure you're suitably turned on
while we're out."

I dress clumsily. Every move I make lets me feel the dildo pressing
against the walls of my pussy. I don't think I'm going to make it very
long.

You take my hand and lead me to the car.

...to be continued...

Sugasm!

2006-11-16T07:05:00.000-08:00

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Fun in the Bahamas

2006-11-04T20:34:00.000-08:00

"Race you!" I shout, standing up and sprinting toward the water. Giggling, Alison gets up too and gamely chases after me. I careen into the water, running until I'm waist-deep and then diving in head first. Alison follows behind me more gingerly, wading in gradually and testing the water with each step.

Fortunately, the Carribean water is warm, and she's soon in up to her waist. I swim back toward her and begin splashing her teasingly. She splashes back gamely. Soon her bikini top is soaking wet, cleavage glistening with water droplets.

She slides gracefully into the water and swims out toward deeper water. I follow. Once we're both too far out to touch the bottom, she begins treading water and turns around to face me. Glancing mischievously back at the shore, she grabs me around the waist and kisses me hungrily.

The bobbing of the waves makes a prolonged make-out session difficult. Soon she takes a breath and slides under the water. I can feel the fabric of her bikini top brushing against my stomach as she slides down my body, planting little kisses on my chest and abs.

Alison brushes her fingers against the bulge that has appeared on the front of my swimsuit. Then, grabbing the front firmly, she pulls it out and down, exposing my now-erect member. She has just enough time to wrap her lips around it briefly before she has to come up for air.

She bobs up to the surface with a wicked smile. She kisses me hungrily, takes a deep breath, and goes back underwater. This time she goes a little bit lower. She grabs my penis with one hand and begin stroking it lightly. With the other hand, she grabs my swim trunks and slides them further down my legs. When I realize what she's doing, I try to kick her away, but it's too late. She emerges triumphantly a few feet away from me with my swimsuit in her hand.

Irritated, I lunge in her direction, but Alison is a better swimmer than me, and she easily evades my pursuit by heading further out to sea.

Admitting defeat, I stop and begin treading water again. Noticing that the trunks float, Alison smirks and tosses them a bit further out in the ocean, where they drift lazily on the surface, well out of reach.

"Hey," I complain. "I'm not going back to the shore naked!"

"Then you'll have to do as you're told," she retorts. "Be a good boy and roll over onto your back."

I glance back at the shore and see that we're far enough out that no one is likely to see what we're doing. So roll over onto my back, with my cock standing to attention several inches out of the water. Alison swims up beside me, grasping under my ass with one arm and grabbing my cock in the other hand. She begins tracing delicate fingers around the head.

I've spent the last two days admiring her scantily clad body, and those of other hot girls vacationing on the beach, so I'm very horny. I groan appreciatively as she begins stroking faster.

Glancing down, I see that she's lying partially on her back, tits peeking up from above the water. While she's concentrating on the job at hand, I sneak my hand behind her, and before she can react, I unfasten her bikini top. After a brief struggle, I pull it away entirely, leaving her breasts gloriously exposed. Her nipples stand to attention in the breeze.

I pull her toward me and begin sucking hungrily on one nipple. Her whole body shudders from the sensation. I squeeze the other nipple between thumb and forefinger. She clutches onto me as her body shudders with the sensation.

But soon, determined not to be distracted, she reaches down to my still-erect cock, which is now under water, and begins jerking me off again. As the pace of my nipple-sucking slows, she grabs my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to float on my back again. Once again my cock is exposed to the air, although this time it's more fair: her boobs are peeking above the water too.

Drinking in the sight of her half-naked body bobbing above the surface of the water, I feel a familiar tingling sensation spreading from my balls. Seconds later, I explode, spilling strings of thick white liquid across my chest and stomach.

Still wearing that mischievous grin, Alison pulls herself toward my head and give me a long kiss. Then she turns around and slips into the water to grab my swim trunks, now a few meters away. I get a tantalizing view of her ass before she disappears below the water's surface.

"tangled up"

2006-11-04T15:26:00.000-08:00

Lumpesse is one of my very favorite sex blogs. Today I happened to look back at the archives and found this post which I liked very much.

With each looping of the rope around my ankles or wrists, my heart beat faster and I felt myself getting wetter.

There was something delicious and utterly terrifying about what was going on. With my legs and arms finally bound I felt I had no outlet at all for my sexual energy. I felt like no more than a bundle of nerves and warm flesh at the mercy of J. I longed for him to touch me but I didn't dare to ask - in fact I apparently remained silent the entire encounter. I could swear I said a few things but J claims I just stared at his face the entire time.

It gets better.

Bonus: also getting to read about it from J's point of view.

Strip 500, Part 3

2006-10-31T19:38:00.000-08:00

Continued from part 1 and part 2.

We'd never been with another couple before, but Alison didn't give me any time for reflection as she pulled me toward the bed. She backed me into the bed, pushed me down, and crawled on top of me, pressing her chest against mine and devouring my lips with hers. If I had any second thoughts about what we might do with Jason and Melanie, they didn't last very long. It's very difficult to think clearly when a gorgeous woman is pressing her naked body against you. She worked her way down my body, planting kisses my neck, my shoulders, and my chest. Her breasts brushed softly against my stomach and thighs.

When I recovered from this sensory overload sufficiently to notice my surroundings, I saw a naked Jason straddling Melanie's stomach and pulling her bra down to reveal a breast. She gasped every time his tongue flicked at her nipple. Melanie's voice is a little bit lower and throatier than Alison's, and I loved hearing her moan and whine under Jason's teasing.

Jason reached under her and unclasped the bra, pulling it off and throwing it on the floor. I couldn't resist reaching over to grasp her breast, rubbing the nipple lightly between my thumb and forefinger. Melanie's breasts are not as sensitive as Alison's, but I was still able to elicit an appreciative groan as I kneaded her nipple with my fingertips.

My attention was jerked back to the girl on top of me as I felt Alison's lips engulf the head of my cock. She lightly brushed my balls with her fingers and I could feel her hair tickle my thighs as she licked me. I was dimly aware that Jason had worked his way down Melanie's body and was rubbing her clit through her panties, but it was awfully hard to concentrate on anything but the intense sensations between my legs.

I was dimly aware of Jason whispering conspiratorially in Melanie's ear. She looked uncertain and whispered back. Jason glanced over at me, hugged her reassuringly, and whispered again. Melanie's nervous expression became slightly mischievous as she rolled over toward me and planted a kiss on my lips. I responded in kind, and she became bolder, pressing her body against me and grasping my face with her hands.

Jason, meanwhile, was intently examining Alison's body, which he'd been lusting after all evening. Alison was on all fours by my crotch, her hips in the air and her legs slightly spread. I felt Alison's body shudder as Jason reached between Alison's legs and brushed her clit. After a few more seconds of attention from Jason, Alison's attentions to my cock became sporadic and shuddering, as she succumbed to the intense stimulation between her own legs. Soon she collapsed into my arms and spread her legs further, giving Jason more convenient access. He took full advantage of the opportunity, slipping two fingers deep inside of her while his thumb strummed her clit. All the stimulation had already gotten her extremely wet, so it only took a couple of minutes for Jason to bring her to climax, all the while she was cradled in my arms, clutching at me as if for dear life.

In the meantime, Melanie and I were still kissing, and I was hesitantly exploring Melanie's body. She still seemed a bit uncomfortable, so I started off slow, touching her upper body and occasionally squeezing her breasts. When she didn't object, I worked my way down her body, touching her stomach and inner thighs, and occasionally brushing my finger tips against her outer lips. But as Jason brought Alison to climax, it became clear that she wanted more as she pressed her body against me and spread her legs wider.

I began to explore her body more aggressively, eliciting more of her throaty moans as I rubbed her clit and felt her body shudder with every movement of my fingers. As I brought her closer to the edge, she stopped kissing me and lay on her side, clutching at me and enjoying the ride. As Alison lay on my chest, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, I brought Melanie to a shuddering, screaming climax. I was amazed to hear such big noises come from such a small and ordinarily demure girl.

Alison whispered in my ear to ask if I minded her sucking Jason's cock, and I nodded my assent. Alison turned around, grabbed Jason's shoulders, and pushed him onto his back. Alison gives amazing blow jobs, but I am, alas, almost never able to come from oral stimulation. Jason didn't seem to have that problem. I watched in fascination as she teased and tortured Jason with her lips and tongue. He whined and begged when she slowed the pace of her efforts, but was reduced to incoherent gasping when she pulled him deeper into her mouth and sucked on him harder. His groans became more frequent and more guttural until he came in her mouth. Alison took all of his cum into her mouth and swallowed it.

I decided I had waited long enough. With Jason lying in a daze, I grabbed Alison, flipped her onto her back, and nudged her legs apart with my knees. Oblivious to our audience, I pushed myself deep inside her, eliciting groans and whimpers. As Alison has written, she's definitely a vaginally orgasmic woman, and we were so turned on that it only took a couple of minutes before we came together, in a shuddering, groaning climax.

It was only after I had collapsed on top of her, basking in afterglow, that I remembered that Jason and Melanie were still beside us. They were staring intently at us, and Jason had a nakedly lustful expression on his face. Too bad for him, I thought, that I'm the only guy who gets to fuck Alison.

With a Couple

2006-10-24T21:31:00.000-07:00

Someday I hope I can write like this:

“So you've never been with a couple before, Catherine?”

The question surprises him. Laura is rarely this direct when it comes to sex. The question seems to catch Catherine off guard too. She places her glass down slowly, buying time, and then says, "No." She smiles, pushing the puzzlement aside. "I've wanted to, for a very long time. I seems like I've been waiting forever. But I never met the right people, or the timing was never right, and-"

Laura gets up and takes the empty seat on the sofa. "But now you've met the right people, haven't you? Now the timing's right?"

Catherine's smile cools at the hint of rancour in Laura's voice. It's subtle, but it's there. For a moment, he thinks of interceding, then stops himself. There would be no point. It would have been better if this had happened earlier, but if Laura was going to blow, nothing in this room would prevent her.

He sits back, mentally wincing, his belly crawling with fear and uncertainty.

Catherine shifts awkwardly in her seat, as though struggling against the urge to withdraw. "Yes."

Laura tilts her head. "And why is that?"

"Honestly?"

"There's not much point in anything else."

Catherine looks to her left, directly at him, and then turns her gaze back to Laura. "Because of him. The timing's right now because of him."

"My husband?"

"Yes."

Laura looks at him herself. "Why? Are you in love him?"

Catherine's laugh is brief, sharp. There's no smile to marry up with the laughter though. Laura's eyes become flinty.

"Are you mocking me, Catherine?"

"Of course not."

"Then why laugh?"

"Because you thought I was in love with your husband."

"And you're not?"

"No. I'm in love with my own husband."

Laura shakes her head. "Then why are you here?"

Catherine smiles again, a warm, gentle smile this time. "Because I want to experience; to touch and to taste and to know the desires of others. Because my husband doesn't want any of those things. And because talking with your husband helped me accept that for some of us, there's too much adventure in the world to sit watching it pass by."

Laura picks up her glass and drains most of its contents in a single draught. "And now you want him?"

"No." Catherine leans forward, softly puts her hand on Laura's bare knee. She slides closer on the sofa. Now there's little more than a foot of space between them. He's spellbound, aware that the rawness in his midriff is easing, that the bitter tang of defeat in his mouth is fading away.

Catherine leans forward until her mouth is only inches from Laura's. "Now I want you both."

Their first kiss is patient, delicate. Their lips do little more than brush together in languid sweeps. He feels himself beginning to rise already.

How quickly things change.

The women pause, draw back fractionally from one another; he sees the hint of surprise in Laura's liquid green eyes. For a few seconds, they regard one other in silence, and then Laura leans forward, instigating a second kiss. This time the connection is deeper, more thorough. His wife strokes Catherine's hair back from her face, lets her hand fall to the other woman's shoulder, fingers trailing down the outside of her arm. Catherine shivers, inches closer, deepening the connection.

Oh, it gets better...

Strip 500, Part 2

2006-10-23T21:39:00.000-07:00

Continued from last week's post

With so few clothes remaining on either team, we began to play the game with more intensity. While Jason and I both stole glances at the gorgeous women on either side of us, we also paid close attention to our cards, and the hand seemed to take a lot longer. Finally, I raked in the last hand triumphantly, and all eyes turned to Alison. She smiled sheepishly and stood up to puil off her tight-fitting jeans. She slipped them off to reveal a plain thong.

Jason dealt and we played another close hand. Alison teased us that we were likely to be naked long before the girls were. Sure enough, the boys lost. With a slight smirk on his face, Jason slipped off his boxers. Alison feigned indifference, but I saw her glancing over at Jason's crotch.

It was Alison's turn to deal, but she got up to visit the ladies room. Jason and I both followed her ass appreciatively with our eyes as she walked across the room. When she emerged again, our eyes were glued to her full, swaying breasts. Alison has full breasts that point slightly away from each other, with large nipples. Alison noticed my attention and walked over behind me, brushing her breasts softly against my back and shoulders as she planted a light kiss on my neck. Jason's eyes drank it in.

Alison dealt and the hand began to go badly for us. Alison taunted us that we'd both be naked. Giggling, Melanie reached over and squeezed Jason's erection, asking if he was excited to see his partner naked. Jason grumbled good naturedly. But despite early setbacks, we won the hand. Melanie sighed and pulled off her skirt, leaving her in her bra and panties. Her panties matched the black color of the bra, but it was not, alas, as sheer.

I knew either Alison or I would be naked after the next hand. I dealt, and was pleased to see I'd dealt myself an extremely strong hand. We easily won the hand and it was Alison's turn to take her thong off. She showed visible hesitation on her face, but I nodded reassuringly and she lifted her butt off the seat to slip them over her hips and down her thighs. With a smirk, she reached over and dropped them directly atop Jason's erect member.

At this point, the game ceased to be of much interest to anyone at the table. I had grown tired of my briefs cramping my erection, and had adjusted things so that the tip of my cock was peeking out from the top of my underwear. Jason was far more interested in stealing glances at Alison's body than in winning the next hand. And although Melanie still looked a little bit nervous, I could see that she was also discreetly checking all three of us out.

The guys lost and the girls squealed with victory. "Would you like to do the honors?" I asked Alison as I stood up. With a big grin on her face she reached over and slid the briefs down my legs.

"Is this my prize?" she asked with a smirk as she grasped the head of my cock and began stroking it softly. It was all I could do to remain standing. Jason stared in envy as Alison began to lightly lick my the engorged head. "Hey, I got a prize too!" Melanie exclaimed, reaching over and grasping Jason's erection.

Even though it made me extremely self-conscious, I couldn't totally suppress a soft moan as Alison gently stroked me. I was enthralled to see Melanie bent over Jason, her head in his lap. His head was leaning back with a look of slightly dazed ecstasy on his face.

"This would be a lot easier on a bed!" Alison exclaimed after about 30 seconds of teasing. I didn't resist as she grabbed my hand and dragged me to Jason and Melanie's bedroom. As we entered, I could see Jason and Melanie exchange glances before making their way after us.

To be continued...

News flash: vaginas matter too

2006-10-18T07:56:00.000-07:00

Climactic research leads to seminal moment

The vaginally orgasmic women Freud saw as the epitome of sexual maturity came to be seen as aberrant. And those seeking advice about climaxing during coitus were told it wasn't likely to happen. Think clitoris, the therapists said, suggesting vaginal orgasm was a myth detracting women from the true source of their pleasure.

But now the vagina is making a comeback, with the fascinating discovery that some women with severed spinal cords still experience orgasm despite losing the clitoris-brain nervous connection. This led Rutgers, New Jersey, professors Barry Komisaruk and Beverly Whipple to spend the past few years tracking brain activity during sexual stimulation.

[...]

Sure, direct clitoral attention will remain the surest route to quick bliss for most women. But the new research shows the vagina is far from dead wood, but rather richly innovated and capable of detecting vibration, touch and pressure changes, particularly deep pressure.

As a vaginally orgasmic woman, this research doesn't surprise me. Clitoral and vaginal orgasms feel different to me, with the vaginal variety being more intense and visceral. It's difficult for me to have one alone due to reach and coordination issues, so masturbation is usually about the clitoris. On the other hand, it's very rare for a partner to be able to bring me to orgasm with clitoral stimulation alone; I guess my clitoris is picky. So my vaginal orgasms are very important to me! (And it is definitely nice to be lucky enough to climax during intercourse.)

Every woman's different, and I think this new discovery (news to scientists, not to many women) shows that we should explore and enjoy our own bodies, whether they do the "usual" or scientifically-supported things or not.

Sugasm #50

2006-10-16T17:42:00.000-07:00

This celebrates a major milestone: Sugasm 50.

The best of the sex blogs this week by the bloggers who blog them. Spotlighting the top three posts voted by Sugasmer participants.

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This Week’s Picks
Dear Diary - Part One (http://wetbeyondbelief.blogspot.com)
The Lure of Darkness (http://www.easilyaroused.co.uk)
Flash (http://gentlygently.blogspot.com)

Mr. Sugasm Himself
50 Simultaneous Bloggasm’s… (http://sugarbank.com)

Editors’ Choice
Let go, just let go (http://sugarbutch.blogspot.com)

Sex News and Sexy Reviews
Anastasia Probes the Pornos of Michael Ninn (http://blog.johnqafterhours.com)
Doc Johnson Dick Rambone Cock (http://www.orgasmarmy.com)
Free whores of warcraft video (http://sultry.naughtyblog.net)
How to invent a sex toy - week 4 (http://sextoysinsider.com)
The Secret Porn History of Mahna Mahna (http://www.quirkysex.com/blog)

NSFW Pics
Cum Shot HNT (http://stilettodiaries.blogspot.com)
Crazy Bitch HNT!!! (http://texasspitfire.blogspot.com)
Half-Nekkid Hottie (http://www.tarasnaughtyshop.com)
HNT 31 - Are You Paying Me For Sex Edition? (http://everythingoze.blogspot.com)
Lingerie Battle (http://myhotbox.blogspot.com)
Nora Marlo Nude (http://eroticandy.blogspot.com)
Pornstar Legends (http://www.internetisforporn.com)
Thick booty with a wedgie (http://phatbootysolos.ilovejulienight.com)
Valia - Vision (http://hotboxbabe.thumblogger.com)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
50 Ways To Leave Your Lover (http://saphirsatya.blogspot.com)
The “backdoor”, I went in. (http://wanklog.blogspot.com)
Big Dicks (http://www.model-chat.com)
Celebrity Sex Tapes (http://www.teen-porn-site.com)
Cock size & male ego size… a balancing act? (http://faltenin.blogspot.com)
Cocktoberfest - Day 9 (http://shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)
From Working The Fields To Working The Streets (http://virtual-sex-tourist.com/index.php)
The Girl Inside the Steff (http://smutandsteff.com)
Longing for a Woman’s Touch Part II (http://www.taratainton.com)
The next best thing to hotel sex… (http://hard-and-fast.blogspot.com)
Of fluffers and cake frosting (http://www.jessicagoldharalson.com)
Perfect Porn Part (http://alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)
Sexual Thoughts–I’m “Coping!” (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)
Somebody not too bright but sweet and kind… (http://lumpesse.com)
Wrap Around (http://www.seskuality.com)
You Say Pain, They Say Play (http://cuntinglinguist.blogspot.com)

BDSM and Fetish
Are you sure? (http://www.blog.sex-mad-witch.com)
Boris called me this morning (http://thediaryofanenglishrose.blogspot.com)
Darth Vader spanking (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
How does that ass feel after Me raping you??? (http://www.caramelvixen.com)
I Need A Spanking! (http://accidentalmistress.blogspot.com)
The Importance of Correct Attire (http://adelehaze.com)
Knots (http://ourdreaming.blogspot.com)
Mecca-Streisand of Traffic (http://spankingkatiespades.blogspot.com)
My Tiny Dick Poll Question (http://www.spoiledebonyprincess.com)
Next day (http://bratmaster.blogspot.com)
Nothing Says Innocence Like…… (http://aliceinawonderbra.blogspot.com)

Sex Work
L.A. Trip Part 2- Mismatched Whores (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
Stimulating me…..the right way (http://www.justcalllauren.com)
A Whore By Any Other Name … (http://lipstickexplosion.com)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Actually wanking outside (http://orgasmcurious.blogspot.com)
Almost in real time… (http://dontwakethekids.blogspot.com)
Beachside encounter (http://skyoto.blogspot.com/)
The Beauty of the Beast (http://principles-of-lust.blogspot.com)
Birthday Gift (http://confessions112.blogspot.com)
Claiming A Friend’s Pussy (http://dirtydetails.blogspot.com)
Cowboy Cocksucker (http://theholidaylife.blogspot.com)
Desperate (http://pick-up-pieces.blogspot.com)
Goose Bumps (http://masterenigma.blogspot.com)
Home cooking, part 1 (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)
Island Love (http://mandyseroticlife.blogspot.com)
Mr Henry is a voyeur (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)
My First Taste (http://talktovanessa.com)
Nature Hike (http://wantonyou.blogspot.com)
Sugar Stick (http://makemycopcome.blogspot.com)
There’s Something About Tristan (and Dana) (http://lustylady.blogspot.com)
Who I Wished It Was (http://nyc-urban-gypsy.blogspot.com)

Strip 500

2006-10-15T21:56:00.000-07:00

Alison and I spent this evening visiting her high school friends Melanie and Jason. After dinner, we headed back to their place to hang out. We gathered around the dining room table and began playing cards, gossiping about mutual friends and trash talking about each other. The game we were playing is called 500, and it is played with partners. We played boys against girls--Jason and I were partners, seated across from each other, and Melanie and Alison were on either side of us. We had opened a bottle of wine--and it was just enough to get us all a bit tipsy.

Alison looked gorgeous. She was wearing a clingy brown top that hugged her hourglass figure and showed just a hint of cleavage. She had a blazer and a pear of tight jeans. At one point, I caught Jason glancing furtively at her chest.

During a hand which the girls were destined to lose badly, Jason jokingly suggested that we make it the game "strip 500." Melanie swatted at him in mock outrage. The girls lost. Part way through the next hand, Melanie pulled off her sweatshirt, complaining that drinking alcohol raised her body temperature. I commented with a chuckle that perhaps the game was strip 500 after all. Alison pretended to scowl at me.

Melanie broke out the second bottle of wine and refilled our glasses. The guys won a hand, and then the girls won another hand. Shortly before the end of the hand, Alison shrugged off her blazer, complaining that it was hot. "I see you're conceding this hand already!" Jason said. "You wish," Alison retorted.

We lost the next hand, and Jason pulled off his shirt with a big smirk on his face. "What are you doing?" Melanie asked. "Fair is fair," Jason said, "we lost this hand so we have to take an item of clothes off!" Another guy loss, and Jason looked at me demandingly. I smiled when I noticed I still had my shoes on. I bent down to take one off. I caught Alison glancing at Jason's now bare chest, with an expression that showed curiosity and perhaps a bit more.

The girls lost the next round, and Jason looked at Melanie expectantly. Melanie stared back, not moving. I could see a hint of nervousness on her face. Feeling adventurous, I reached over toward Alison and gave her top an upward tug. After a few seconds of hesitation, Alison got a devious look on her face. "Fine, I'll take one for the team," she said, as she pulled the top over her head.

That got Jason's attention. He's never been very good at hiding his interest in Alison. Now his gaze was riveted to her breasts, which were held in an unpretentious flesh-colored bra. Most of her chest was still covered, but Jason clearly liked what he saw. Alison passed the cards to me and gestured for me to start dealing. I complied.

Two more guy losses, and I lost my other shoe and Jason lost a sock. Another girl loss and Alison lost a sock of her own. Jason and I each lost another sock, and then the girls lost again. "Melanie, it's your turn," Jason said. "Don't pressure her," Alison said. "Melanie, we'll stop if this is making you uncomfortable."

"No, it's OK," Melanie said after a few seconds of silence. She reached down and took off one of her socks.

More hands, and the girls lost their remaining socks. I lost my shirt. Jason and I were sitting bare-chested, Alison had only a bra, and Melanie was still fully clothed. Another hand concluded with a victory for the male gender. It was Alison's turn. She glanced at me with uncertainty on her face, but I nodded reassuringly. Very slowly, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall into her lap. I heard a faint intake of breath from Jason's side of the table.

Jason was extremely distracted during the next hand, barely trying to hide his lustful glances in Alison's direction. We lost the hand, and Jason took off his jeans, leaving him in only his boxers. I couldn't see his boxers from where I was sitting, but Alison could, and I gathered from her expression that there was a significant bulge in them. Come to think of it, my pants were getting a little bit tight too.

Our concentration was even worse in the next hand, and so we lost again. Off came my pants. I caught Melanie staring at the bulge that had developed in my briefs. My erection was pressing awkwardly against the thin cotton fabric. I slouched down in my chair to get the bulge out of sight from the others, and reached down to re-position things so it would be a little bit less constraining.

Determined not to end up completely naked before Melanie had even taken her shirt off, we won the next hand and all eyes turned toward the still fully clothed Melanie. Melanie is a petite, curvy girl with dark brown hair and glasses. Her round, soft face often has a wide smile, but now it showed a mixture of nervousness and curiosity. Melanie and Alison have long been attracted to one another, and on a couple of recent occasions, they've spent time alone together, cuddling and making out.

Melanie glanced shyly at the three shirtless people looking expectantly at her. Jason reached over and squeezed her leg reassuringly. She then slowly reached down and pulled her shirt over her head. It was my turn to gasp softly, as I saw the sheer, lacy bra that held her breasts. I could see the outline of her nipple through the fabric, and the tops of her breasts were pushed together to make delightful cleavage. I felt a wet spot begin to form at the point where my cock pressed against the fabric of my underwear.

To be continued...

Evening Out

2006-10-05T18:40:00.000-07:00

I take one last look in the mirror before leaving to pick up my friend Molly for a girls' night out. She is, tragically, straight, but thinking about going out with her always motivates me to dress well. Tonight I've chosen a black skirt that hugs the curves of my hips before flipping out around my knees, a soft and drapey pink top - not low cut, but clingy, and black stiletto pumps. I run my fingers through my hair and check the back view - excellent. Molly won't fully appreciate it, but I'll enjoy looking hot anyway.

As I dash out the door - running late as usual - my cell phone rings. It's Todd.

"Hey sweetie, what's up? I'm on my way to get Molly," I say as I juggle my phone, purse, and keys to open the car door.

"I thought you'd be out carousing already, you naughty girl. You're coming over here afterwards, right?"

"Yeah, I was planning to spend the night at your place since it's close. Do you mind getting a drunk girl delivery?"

"Will it be a drunk horny girl?" I can hear the smile in Todd's voice.

"Might be. Would you like that?"

"Mmm... I think you'd better make sure to be horny, because I'm going to have something for you to take care of," Todd says.

"I'll see what I can do about that," I say. "Now I have to drive. Enjoy your evening!"

"Have a good time," he says. "And don't be TOO naughty."

I smirk and hang up. The evening is certainly guaranteed to end well, if nothing else.

When I arrive at Molly's, she's waiting outside for me. She waves, and I quickly park the car and join her. She looks hot, in a little blue dress and heels. This evening might prove frustrating for me - good thing I have my personal sex slave waiting for me afterwards!

"Any idea where you want to go?" I ask her.

"Well, actually... Remember Pete from the party last month? He said he was going to be hanging out at the place down the street tonight. I was wondering if we could go there."

I'd been looking forward to girls' night, but I can never turn down matchmaking. I love seeing people get together. So I agree, and we head over.

When we get to the bar, Molly spots Pete immediately and makes a beeline in that direction. I follow along a bit more slowly, looking around to see if there's anybody I know so I don't have to be a third wheel already. I don't see anybody, unfortunately. They're already talking by the time I get there, so I offer to go pick up some drinks.

I'm standing at the bar waiting to order, and I gradually become aware that someone is watching me. I glance to my left and see a dark-haired guy looking in my direction. I smile politely and catch the bartender's attention so I can order. When I get my drinks, I turn around counterclockwise so I can see the guy again - he's still watching. And he's kind of hot. He looks like he's deep in thought, and yet I'm sure he's looking at me.

Whatever. I head back to my friends and pass out their drinks. We all stand around and chat, but around the time I finish my drink it's become obvious that I'm a third wheel. I'm feeling kind of playful so I decide to go see if Mr. Dark and Handsome has found anybody else to stare at yet.

I slowly wend my way back towards the bar, thinking about what I'll say if I get up the courage to talk to him. But I can't see him. I look around, but nobody interesting. He must have left. I'm a bit disappointed, but it was probably a stupid idea to go talking to strange men anyway.

Finally I see someone I recognize - not the guy I was looking for, but a couple of acquaintances from work. Excellent, people to talk to without getting in the way of any budding romance. I go up and say hey, and we start chatting. The bar has gotten pretty crowded, but in the press of people I suddenly realize that someone is behind me, pressed gently up against my back. The person feels warm and solid, and I can smell his cologne. I'm such a sucker for a good-smelling man.

I can't resist turning around to see who it is. Oh god - it's the guy who was watching me. He asks, "I'm sorry, am I in your way?"

"Oh no, you're fine," I say. He winks at me and I turn back to my conversation. Gradually he moves closer to me until once again his back is pressed against mine. My world shrinks. All I can focus on is the sensation of him against me. I have to ask my friends to repeat themselves.

I shift my weight so that my ass brushes his - in my heels, I'm not much shorter than he is. A thrill runs through my lower body. I can feel the blood rushing between my legs. It's heavy there, and throbbing. I shift again, and feel the folds of my skin slide against each other, lubricated by the growing wetness.

I feel a touch against my left shoulder blade. Mr. Dark and Handsome has crossed his arms so that he can reach behind him with the tips of his fingers and stroke my back. He touches very gently, but I'm completely focused on it. I feel one finger run up and down my bra strap. He shifts to the right so that he can stroke around the side of my ribcage, an inch from the edge of my breast. I'm breathing heavily now.

My coworker is asking me something. "What? Sorry, I didn't get that," I say.

"Are you OK? You look kind of out of it," she says. I assure her that I'm fine - great, in fact - and she continues, "We're supposed to meet our husbands at another bar, so we have to get moving. You want to come along?"

The pressure against my back deepens.

"No thanks," I say. "I'm kind of tired, so I think I'll get going soon too. I'm going to Todd's after this."

They wish me a good night. Once they've left, I turn around. Those eyes stare into mine. I feel like he knows me. I have no idea what to say. I enjoyed - delighted in - the contact, but I can't go home with him. I start to speak, and he cuts me off with a "shh," bending forward to look into my eyes. I think he understands.

"Before you go," he asks, "may I have your panties?"

This could be ridiculous, but from him it's one of the sexiest things I've ever heard. With an effort, I keep my knees steady. I nod, and walk to the bathroom.

As I walk back, I'm intensely aware of my exposure under my skirt - with no panties, the dripping-wet folds slide back and forth against each other, teasing me with thoughts of touches I won't get.

I walk up to him and slip the panties into his hand. "Thank you," he says, and I turn and go.

...

Outside, I call Todd. "Are you on your way already?" he asks.

"Yes, and guess what?"

"What?"

"I have nothing on underneath my skirt. Be naked and ready for me."

Nature Hike

2006-10-01T20:18:00.000-07:00

It was unusually warm for January in Kentucky. Alison was wearing a pink sweater over a white tank top, but after a few minutes of walking she took the sweater off and tied it around her waist. We were hiking in a state park, climbing up a bluff overlooking rolling farmland. We passed several people during our ascent.

We had been dating only a couple of months at this point, so we had trouble keeping our hands off each other. We stopped at a park bench and began kissing. I was seated partially behind her, leaning over her right shoulder to kiss her, with my arms gripped around her middle. Glancing quickly to make sure no one was watching, I began tracing lines under her tank top. When I reached the bottom curve of her breast, she protested playfully but did not push my hand away.

I continued to kiss her and my hands became bolder, grasping the undersides of her breasts more firmly through the fabric of her bra. My thumb brushed against a nipple, and she shuddered involuntarily, her body slumping against mine. I turned her more toward me and began kissing her more urgently, my hands now kneading her breasts.

Alison came up for air and looked around nervously. There was no one in sight, but anyone could come walking down the path at any minute. I tried to resume making out with her, but she resisted, gesturing toward the path. I relented, and we cuddled for a couple of minutes before getting up.

We were now fairly high up on a gently sloping, grassy hill. Down at the base of the hill, several hundred yards below us, was the parking lot and then farmland, before the land rose up to the next bluff. Smirking mischievously, I grabbed Alison's hand and pulled her off the path toward a tree a few hundred feet from the path. There was nothing but grass between the tree and the path, but the ground was depressed such that the tree was not visible from the park or the parking lot.

Alison protested but didn't resist as I led her over to the tree and then tackled her playfully, pulling her onto the grass and attacking her mouth with my own. My hands began to roam over her body, feeling her curves that are soft in all the right places. I pulled her body close to mine, wrapping my arms around her middle as I continued to kiss her.

My hand began to explore lower down her body, until it reached the waist of her jeans. When I began sneaking my hand inside her pants, she looked around nervously, afraid someone would see us. I relented, contenting myself with kissing her and exploring her gorgeous body through her clothes. But as she continued to get more excited, I again began to brush my fingers under her pants, and her protests subsided.

Soon my hand was all the way in her pants, my fingers brushing lightly against her mound. She became completely distracted, her kissing becoming less urgent as her mind wandered toward the growing emptiness between her legs. Her legs drifted apart involuntarily as my finger dipped inside her panties to find moisture between her legs.

I brushed her clit for a few minutes, eliciting little gasps and moans. As I touched her, she became less inhibited, more needy, spreading her legs and rocking her pelvis up toward me, urging me to touch her more. I unzipped her jeans for better access and began to dip one finger inside of her.

Unfortunately, her jeans were too tight for me to give her a proper finger fucking. So after a couple of minutes I grasped the sides of her jeans with my free hands and began working it down her hips. She looked terrified that someone would come along and see her with her pants around her ankles. I assured her that I'd only slide them down a few inches--just enough to give her soaking pussy the relief it needed. If we heard anyone coming, I told her, she could quickly pull them back up and act like nothing had happened.

She relented, and I pulled her pants down a few more inches, allowing me to slip a finger all the way inside of her. She moaned and bucked her pussy in response, losing herself in the sensations between her legs. She clutched me and rocked her hips in time with my fingers' thrusts.

Yet her pants still got in the way. I could reach all the way inside of her now, but I had to hold my hand at an unnatural angle to manage it. After a few minutes, my wrist began to cramp up and my finger slowed.

She whined and thrust her pussy toward me, demanding that I finish the job. She could no longer bear the exquisite torture of my cramped caresses, and she wanted to come good and hard around my fingers, and nothing but a good hard, unobstructed finger-fucking would get the job done. Not caring who saw, she reached down and pushed her pants down to her ankles. Her knees flew apart and she arched her pussy toward me. I was happy to comply. Shifting my body for the best leverage, I began thrusting two fingers deep inside her. In about thirty seconds, her body was convulsing around my fingers. As wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body, she twisted sideways to grab onto my arm.

I lay down beside her, and she lay in my arms for a couple of minutes, her pants down by her ankles. Soon modesty reasserted herself and--a little bit sheepishly--she pulled her pants back on. She then lay in the grass with a gloriously contended expression on her face, luxuriating in sunlight and endorphins.

The morning hornies

2006-09-24T13:40:00.000-07:00

Todd came over last night for pumpkin pie. I wasn't in a very good mood, so we just watched TV and cuddled, then went to bed.

This morning I woke up enough to move over and drape myself across Todd's body, pillowing my head on his shoulder. I quickly went back to sleep. Apparently the skin-on-skin contact (I always sleep naked, and so does he when we're together) got my subconscious mind going, and I had sexy dreams. We didn't get to consummate in the dreams, just flirted and touched (it was one of those dreams where your intentions are being thwarted).

So I was very happy when I woke up again and remembered that my naked body was pressed against Todd's.

He felt me stirring and told me, "You slept on my shoulder for 45 minutes!"

"I was dreaming about you. Sex dreams."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, but we didn't get to fuck in the dream. So I want to have sex now."

In between kisses I told him how we'd been touching in my dream, and how hot his body is and how excited I was to have it. Soon he flipped me onto my back so that he could suck one nipple while fondling the other. It felt incredible - I was moaning and begging him not to stop. Some day I wear I'm going to come just from having my nipples touched.

"So I hear you were dreaming about being fucked from behind," Todd said. I rolled eagerly onto my front, not sure what he'd do.

He slipped one finger slowly into my pussy, sliding it back and forth to stimulate all the sensitive spots. I whimpered and clutched the edge of the mattress. "I'm doing this with just one finger," he reminded me. He likes me to remember how little he has to work to drive me crazy with desire.

Soon he let another finger drag across my clit, and I yelled "please, please!" He finger-fucked me harder and faster, one finger inside my pussy and the other rubbing my clit. My world was spinning. I had to hang on to the bed; surely I'd float away otherwise.

He leaned over and bit the top of my shoulder, and my orgasm exploded. I tried to muffle my screams in the pillow as my body thrashed with waves of pleasure.

As soon as it was over, I felt an overwhelming need to have him close. I reached frantically behind me, and he helped me roll over so he could lie on top of me. The calm didn't last long. Soon I was nipping at his shoulders and insisting that he bite me again. He complied, and started to finger me again as well. It felt awfully nice, but I really wanted his cock.

I pulled his hand away and insisted that we fuck right now. He teased me a little, but soon his cock was fully inside me, stretching my pussy in every direction and filling me completely. It felt like I was about to orgasm again immediately, but I held on to that feeling for delicious minutes before I came again.

In the few seconds of full-contact cuddling before Todd started thrusting again, I remarked how nice it was to have my own sex slave. "I wake up horny, and I get to demand sex right away. Maybe I should keep you here all the time."

As he started to move in me again, Todd asked what I'd do besides insist on morning sex.

"I'd keep you tied to the bed so I could come in and bite you whenever I wanted," I replied between gasps. "Maybe I would tie your hands above your head, then strip in front of you. You'd have to watch me fondle my nipples and stroke my pussy, without getting off yourself. If you were good, I might let you masturbate afterwards.

"And once in awhile, I'd bring in a friend. You're so good, I have to share." That's what made him explode in my arms.

Green Panties

2006-08-27T08:39:00.000-07:00

"Here! Take this!" She leaned across the passenger seat and held something out to him, a tiny white card. He took it from her, barely brushing her fingertips. She immediately retreated into her car and rolled up the window.

He turned the card, it was a business card, over in his fingers a few times. The front held the name of some web design firm. The back had a scrawled number. He glanced at the BMW, then at the long line of Santas and picked up his cellular phone. He'd probably get her answering machine or her boyfriend, but hell, you never knew.

"Hello?" The voice was a huskier version of the one that had yelled at . He went from a nice semi to fully erect in .04 seconds. He looked over at her again; she was on her cell

...

"Your panties. What color are they?"

"Green."

"I'd pictured you in blue, but green is good too." His heart raced, did he have the balls to do it? She did start it, so it wasn't exactly sexual harassment. What the hell. "What kind of panties?"

"Kind?"

"Your panties."

"They're french cut."

"French cut? What do those look like?" He watched some of her fingers slide under her skirt, his hand went back to front of his jeans.

"They're high cut in the hips."

"Cotton?"

"Nylon, like green satin."

"Wet?"

"Yes." She sucked in a breath, as if just realizing what she'd admitted to.

"I can see your hand. Well, part of it, the rest of it is under your skirt."

"Oh my god," she murmured. Her hand froze; he could see it quiver. Would she pull it away from herself?

It gets a lot better. And it has a surprise ending, too!

The Big O

2006-08-26T21:36:00.000-07:00

Via Sexoteric, brain scans show that women and men have different kinds of orgasms:

The first brain scans of men and women having sex and reaching orgasm have revealed striking differences in the way each experiences sexual pleasure. While male brains focus heavily on the physical stimulation involved in sexual contact, this is just one part of a much more complex picture for women, scientists in the Netherlands have found.

The key to female arousal seems rather to be deep relaxation and a lack of anxiety, with direct sensory input from the genitals playing a less critical role.

The scans show that during sexual activity, the parts of the female brain responsible for processing fear, anxiety and emotion start to relax and reduce in activity. This reaches a peak at orgasm, when the female brain’s emotion centres are effectively closed down to produce an almost trance-like state.

The male brain was harder to study during orgasm, because of its shorter duration in men, but the scans nonetheless revealed important differences. Emotion centres were deactivated, though apparently less intensely than in women, and men also appear to concentrate more on the sensations transmitted from the genitals to the brain.

Watching a woman tense her body, clutch at the sheets, and stifle a scream as waves of sensation rip through her make me wonder what we guys are missing. Don't get me wrong: I love orgasms, but it sure seems like we get the short end of the stick.

Impatience

2006-08-21T15:36:00.000-07:00

One of the difficult things about dating a fox like Alison is the need for delayed gratification when we're out in public. This is a story about a time I let my impatience get the better of me.

We'd gone out to dinner one spring evening, and my thoughts kept wandering in a carnal direction. It wasn't a fancy restaurant, and she wasn't particularly dressed up--she was wearing jeans and a soft, slinky tank top--but I couldn't keep my eyes off her body.

When we'd finished eating, I paid hastily and we walked back to the car. I pulled her toward me and kissed her before we got in the car. I let me fingers graze her breast, eliciting an involuntary sigh and causing her to pull me closer. She wanted me too.

The problem was that home was 15 agonizing minutes away. I didn't know if I could wait that long. And I knew I didn't want to.

Fortunately, my office was only a couple of minutes down the road. It was late enough that hardly anyone would be around. I figured we could get a bit of privacy there. Alison looked at me quizzically as we pulled into the parking lot, but she didn't protest when I walked to the passenger door and helped her out of the car. We squeezed each others hands tightly as we walked up to the front door and I used my key card to let us in.

We went up to my fifth floor office and I closed the door. She shoved me against the wall and kissed me hard, one hand gripping my face, the other running through my hair. I kissed her back with equal urgency.

I was dying to take her clothes off, but I couldn't do it here. My office had a big window next to the door; should one of my co-workers walk by, there'd be no way we to avoid being seen. After some more kissing and a bit of groping, I grabbed Alison's hand and pulled her along to the stairwell. She looked puzzled as I led her up the stairs.

We passed the sixth and seventh floors. And climbed two more flights of stairs to reach the door to the roof. I led her closer to the edge and we held each other and looked do. The view was stunning. Downtown was less than a mile away--just far enough that no one would be likely to see us up here.

Soon we were kissing again. I got a little bit bolder, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples through her shirt. She moaned softly. I reached under her shirt and pulled it and her bra up and out of the way, exposing her beautiful breasts to the chilly night air. She sucked in her breath, stepped back, and pulled the shirt down. Her face showed shock. I pulled her toward me and held her tight, stroking her hair and kissing her lightly on the top of her head.

We began kissing again, more tentatively this time. Over time our kisses intensified, and I once again began to explore her body with my hands, carefully avoiding her breasts. But her modesty didn't last long. She began pushing her chest into me and clutching me harder, her fingers digging into my back and shoulders as she kissed me harder. Soon she lifted her shirt with one hand while she grabbed my head by the hair with the other, bringing my face to her chest. I knelt down and began flicking a soft, swollen nipple with my tongue. She moaned and melted into me, her concerns about modesty evaporated.

I stood up and glanced around. It wasn't likely that anyone would come up here this late in the evening, but it would be pretty awkward if they did. I walked back toward the door and she followed, making no move to cover her breasts again. When we reached the door I spun her around with her back to it, and I again went down on one knee to take a perky breast in my mouth. With one hand I began brushing lightly between her legs; I could feel the jolt of electricity shoot through her body each time I put a bit of pressure on her clit.

I reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. There was an expression of surprise on her face, but she didn't try to stop me. I pulled them down a couple of inches, enough for me to reach inside of them and explore the soft folds between her legs. They were warm and slick. As my fingers found her clit and brushed against it lightly, she put her hands on my shoulders and leaned against me, her knees apparently too weak to hold her upright.

I continued touching her clit, but she grew impatient. She pushed her pants down toward her ankles and straightened up, reaching toward the top of my pants. She reached into my pants with one hand, causing my cock to jump, while with her other hand she pulled down my zipper and unbuttoned the pants. Soon my pants, too, were around my ankles.

I grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her against the door. As my cock found its place, she wrapped her legs around me and clutched me tightly. We didn't last long. I felt myself going over the edge, and the throbbing sensations pushed her over the edge as well.

I lowered her back onto her feet, and we held each other, panting. After a minute or so, we re-positioned our clothes and strolled non-chalantly back down the stairs to the elevator. Fortunately, no one was around to notice our rumpled clothes or the big smirks on our faces.

The Basement

2006-08-14T19:46:00.000-07:00

Alison arrived at my door at 7:30 sharp, exactly as instructed. I could feel the bite of the chilly October air as she brushed past me and slipped out of her jacket. I could tell the lurid email I'd sent her at lunch had had the desired effect: she was wearing a push-up bra and an exceedingly low-cut top--the sort of top she'd never wear if she expected anyone but me to see it. And she was carrying her riding crop, just like I told her to.

I gave her a long kiss, while I guided her backwards, until her back was pressed against the door. I reached over to grab the handcuffs I'd stashed next to the door and slipped them onto her wrists. I slipped a blindfold over her eyes. Taking her hand, I led her across the living room.

The email had hinted that I'd be taking charge tonight, so Alison showed little surprise and offered no resistance. I led her across the dining room and through the kitchen to the stairs. Carefully, I guided her down the stairs to the basement, and led her to the far side of the room. I kissed her urgently, while I slipped off her shirt and her bra. Getting the shirt off required removing the handcuffs, but once the shirt was out of the way, I jerked her arms toward the ceiling, from which was suspended a second pair of handcuffs. She let out a little gasp of surprise as she found herself suddenly exposed and helpless.

I stepped back to admire my handiwork. I'd lit a dozen candles around the periphery of the room to give the basement a dungeon-like atmosphere, and the candlelight accentuated the pale color of her breasts. She looked deliciously vulnerable, her nipples hardening in the cool basement air, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. She knew I would hurt her, and she knew she would enjoy it too much to object.

I began to tease her. Lightly caressing her shoulders and back with my fingertips and my lips. I began planting firmer kisses on her body, working my way down her back, then around to her front and back up again. I nibbled the undersides of her breasts lightly, eliciting a soft moan, but then worked my way up between her breasts without touching her nipples.

When I got to her mouth, she kissed me hungrily. The handcuffs prevented her from clutching at me, but the urgency of her kisses made it clear that she wanted me to get on with it. I indulged her for a few seconds and then drew away, leaving her leaning toward me needily.

I picked up the riding crop, and walked around behind her again, admiring the smooth, pale skin of her back. I began lightly brushing her back with the riding crop, watching as her body jumped slightly with each touch. Then I began striking her lightly with it, eliciting a soft moan with each stroke.

As I gradually increased the force of the blows, Alison's moans became lounder, and I began to hear a note of pain in her cries. She began squirming to evade the blows, but with her hands tethered above her head and her blindfold firmly attached, she could neither predict when the next blow would fall nor evade it.

As I continued to strike her, the moans began to resemble sobs. She began squirming in earnest, her back arched and twisted to one side. Each stroke was leaving an angry red mark on her back now. The smooth, pale skin had been transformed into a patchwork of red lines. Finally, when it seemed like she'd reached the limits of her endurance, I let the riding crop fall to the floor.

I walked around to her front and took her trembling body in my arms. Alison pressed into me, and her knees seemed to buckle--part of her weight was supported by the 2-by-4s on the ceilling, the rest by me. Her lips found mine and she kissed me desperately.

As I held her tight, I whispered into her ear that she was a good girl. Good girls deserve to be rewarded, I said, and I intended to reward her by making her body feel good all over. She moaned her approval as I sank to my knees and took a nipple into my mouth.

Intentions

2006-08-13T22:22:00.000-07:00

I must be more of an exhibitionist than I thought. Thoughts of what to do with our new sex blog are arousing and exciting me as I lie here far away from my sexy boy, missing him and yearning to feel his body again.

I like the idea of publishing the stories I write for Todd. I put enough thought into them; I'd like to let other people enjoy them as well. Perhaps writing with an audience will bring to mind fresh ideas, make the writing more exciting with the possibility of unknown reactions.

And though I pretend to be writing for faceless readers, maybe subconsciously (or not so subconsciously) I'll slip in fantasies I'm too nervous to share with Todd directly. Is that a form of manipulation, to deliberately write erotic stories incorporating things I suspect he might not like yet, in the hopes that the ideas will take root?

I want to be exposed to others, too. I want to write only-slightly-sanitized descriptions of real events. I want people to be aroused by our explorations. I wouldn't mind a little envy either.

And I think I want to be exposed in a more physical sense as well. To have Todd pose me and photograph me and post pictures on the web for the world to see. Display me. Show me off. Exhibit me.

What do you want, darling?

Dirty Dancing

2006-08-13T21:53:00.000-07:00

When I first met Alison, she had a long-distance boyfriend. There was a spark between us from the start, but she was already taken, so we were "just friends." We began to hang out on a regular basis.

Over time, the flirting became more and more overt. There were chatty emails. Long hugs. Furtive, lingering glances. After a couple of months of this, I asked her to go ballroom dancing with me. She readily agreed. When I picked her up, she was wearing an outfit that accentuated her hourglass figure: a tight, knee-length skirt with diagonal black and white stripes, and a stretchy black shirt. It didn't show much skin, but that didn't make it any less distracting.

We were "just friends," which only intensified the first-date-like awkwardness of the first few dances. Alison had hardly ever been ballroom dancing before, so I had to show her the steps. It didn't help that we were now physically closer to each other than we'd ever been before. My hand was on her back, and our faces were just inches apart. Every once in a while, her chest would brush against mine. If I were speaking at that moment, it would be a struggle not to lose my train of thought and mumble incoherently.

Over the course of the evening, our contact became more brazen. My right hand began to wander from its proper position on the small of her back, drifting upward to feel the straps of her bra, and downward to brush against the top curve of her ass. We held each other a little bit tighter, and she seemed to lean in towards me more, her chest brushing against me more frequently.

Then suddenly, Alison stumbled and fell forward. I caught her and held her in my arms. And instead of immediately straightening herself up, she stayed there, collapsed in my arms. Her arms gripped tightly around my neck. Her chest pressed up against mine. My arms around her back, holding her up. After a couple of seconds, she regained her composure, stood up, and mumbled an apology. I assured her that no harm had been done.

We resumed dancing, but the character of the dancing had changed subtly. We stood a bit closer, gripping each other more tightly. A few minutes later, she stumbled again. This time, she melted into me further, not bothering to hide the fact that she was letting me support her full weight. As her breasts pressed against mine, I could feel her ragged breath rise and fall in her chest. Her hands, wrapped tightly around my neck, caressed my hair softly. After what seemed an eternity, but was probably only about 10 seconds, she again straightened herself up and we resumed dancing.

But now any pretense was gone. As we moved around the dance floor, we stopped trying to hide our lust for each other. We danced too close together, our hands brushed softly against each others' backs, and we stared more openly into each others' eyes. All evening, I'd been struggling to keep sexual fantasies about how this evening might end at bay; now I stopped trying. I leaned in toward her, smelling the faint perfume on her neck and shoulders. I glanced down further, imagining how her breasts would look as I pulled her shirt over her head. I clutched her more tightly, thinking about how badly I wanted to take her home and deposit those gloriously snug-fitting clothes on my floor.

The next few songs--I couldn't have told you how many there were--flew by in a blur, as we were more interested in each other than in making sure we were doing the right steps for each song. Before too long, we agreed that we were tired and had had enough dancing for one evening. We walked back to the car nearly touching one another. The ride home dripped with sexual tension. We made tentative small talk and stole furtive glances at each other. At one point, Alison reached over as if to take my hand, and then thought better of it.

I pulled up outside her apartment and put the car in park, turning towards her. We sat in silence for several seconds. I told her I had a great time and would like to do it again sometime. She nodded, and leaned in toward me. My lips brushed against hers. I reached up and grabbed the back of her head, kissing her more urgently.

After a few seconds, she pulled away slightly and we embraced. "We can't do this," she said. "I know," I replied, "I'm really sorr"--but she gave me another quick kiss. "Don't be," she said. And with a final lingering glance, she slipped out of the car and walked into her apartment, her ass swaying gently with every step.