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Sexy Security Blanket

It’s not the sex


It’s the closeness I feel

When you fill me up completely

It’s the security I feel

When you’re buried deep inside

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Drink Lots of Water and Don’t Forget to Wear Your Socks

Awesome and hilarious!

Happy Friday!


Get Off to Get Fit

I’m horny this week. Can you tell? Maybe it’s this new “Female Rejuvenator” I’ve been taking from Swanson Vitamins — Shatavari Root. I have been trying to holistically ‘cure’ a few of my minor aging symptoms and been practicing some Ayurvedic treatments and herbs — it seems to be working! Either for real or as a placebo effect, I don’t give a crap – I’m feeling better.

Also, I find some really cool articles and stories about sex when I am looking for blog content.

Here are just a few of the things I just learned in the article: Flex While you Sex. Get Off and Get the Fat Off

  1. “Kissing can burn anywhere from 120-325 calories an hour,” say Sex experts Celeste Hirschman, MA and Danielle Harrell, PhD
  2. Giving a massage can burn up to 80 calories an hour. If you’re the one giving the massage, you can burn off at least one Jameson shot. I’m sure you took a lot more than one, but hey it’s a start. (ROFLMFAO!!)
  3. If you can incorporate yoga into your oral sex (without hurting yourself), you can burn close to 75 calories per hour.
  4. The average experience of intercourse can burn anywhere between 50 and 100 calories. The average sex session last 10-20 minutes. So, let’s say you have 2 sex sessions in an hour, that’s anywhere between 100-200 calories burned in 60 minutes, just for sex. Screw it all. Go have a sex marathon!


And now for something new to try…

Lap Limbo

Lap Limbo

(I did not write this article, but I wish I had!)
YUM It is Lap Limbo time y’all!!!! Get it in bitches!

Your guy sits back in a roomy chair with a pillow placed under his knees to elevate them. Now you straddle him, lower yourself into the triangle of his lap, and lean back so you’re resting against his raised thighs. Bend your knees and put your ankles over his shoulders so they rest on the back of the chair. He grasps your hips as he enters you, and you set the rocking in motion by pushing your feet against the top of the chair as he thrusts by pulling your hips toward him.

The payoff of this racy recliner move starts with pure visual pleasure. With you in his lap, legs open, he’s got an up-close-and-intimate view of you, plus easy access to touch your breasts, your tummy, and between your legs. All that tender stroking will intensify the sensual, super slow buildup brought on by his minimal movements.

Since you’re in full control of the angle and depth of your stud’s penetration in this position, you can aim his penis toward your navel to hit the G-spot. Be his tawdry tour guide and tilt your bod just the right way so he shares the feel-good sensations.

OMFG! I LOVE this one. Even with her tummy being a lil extra, she still has fun doing this one. She just lets go and let it cum… hehehe It is a fun one cause you just throw the head back, titties are bouncing left and right and things are just super duper… HA! He can grab your ass and make you go faster, slower, harder… You control it but he can help the control…. Whew. Mama needs some dick! Who is stepping up to the plate? ;-)

Written by: Rinna Escamilla


Loverman’s Birthday…

…wasn’t very special.

Or maybe it was…


Every year, Loverman tells me that he’s not going to celebrate his birthday. He says that he’s going to drive off into the sunset and ignore everyone and everything for that full day. I think he says it because he likes watching me get all worked up about it. He knows that I really like celebrating his birthday with him.

I think there is only one time when we actually got to spend his actual birthday day together. Not that it really matters. No matter what, I always try to be the first one to wish him a happy day (I really try to be that person every day…). This year, I got him (us, really 😉 ) a two-night stay in Estes Park at the “Historic Crags Lodge(I *heart* Groupon!).

However, that is not where we went last night. Last night was just a lovely stay up in Blackhawk at one of our favorite casinos (favorite = they send him free night coupons). We went to the bar where we usually hang out to see “our” bartender, but he wasn’t working. In fact, he hasn’t been working the last couple of times we were there. But that’s off-topic…

Last night was sweet and awesome. Loverman has been sick since last Friday and he was losing his voice, so I knew that there would be little-to-no chance of hanky panky. That was okay, though, it was his birthday celebration and he has always maintained that we don’t have to have sex every night we’re together.

For the record, I like having sex with him and we don’t get to do it very often. That’s why I want to do it so much when we are together!! This morning I explained to him that I like the extra-special closeness I feel when he’s inside of me. It’s like rolling out the red carpet. His response was, “More like the wet carpet!!!” He’s so silly…

I went into last night with no expectations of anything (except fun). For a while, during our drive up, he was a little ornery. But, he had just talked to one of his older brothers before he picked me up. Once he “settled down”, things went very nicely and after having a couple cocktails we were both ready to climb into bed and fall asleep together.

And that’s all we did…

Sleeping Couple by Ivan Koulakov - 2007

Sleeping Couple
by Ivan Koulakov – 2007

…and it was perfect.


Revenge Sex

I hate it when you do this to me. It’s so very stupid. You are only pushing me away; making me want to give up on us.

Ignoring me is probably not how you should choose to deal with any dissatisfaction that I might have with you. Do you like having me around, or am I expendable? Because if that’s how you treat me or how you feel about me, I know I deserve better! That is definitely not how I want my best friend to treat me!

I’m sick of forgiving the same things over and over again. I’ve done that for Mr. Doom-n-Gloom for 20+ years. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life doing the same thing, just with another man.

It’s really only lateness and then ignoring me during a moody spell. But, to me, those are my two biggest irritation triggers!! And, to do them over and over again knowing how much they irk me (seemingly JUST to irk me!!!) and then not apologize for being an ass-hat! Even once!…???

That’s just stupid and ridiculous! And extremely selfish and insensitive!!!

Just like revenge sex!

Which is something I have the opportunity to do right now!!! Tonight. Something I am contemplating because I can. Because it’s something I can do that you will never know about — but, I will always have it for me.

You act so proud to have me when other men stare at my breasts or take a second look at me. You even point it out to me so I notice. But, if I get something free because of them, that guy is my “boyfriend”.

Maybe I should take advantage of that attractiveness and find someone who treats me the way I feel I should be treated. You used to. What happened?

Is it because I have told you time and time again that I am not going anywhere? Has that made you so comfortable that you are just not even trying to keep me any more? Because you see how that worked out for Mr. Gloom-n-Doom!

I would like for you to treat me the way that I treat you; I would like for you to think about how your actions will affect me; I would like for you to get over this awesomely stupid teenage behavior of ignoring people when you feel guilty for hurting them.

I want you to grow the fuck up!!!


No Sex in the Morning

That is some good shit, man!!!!

This morning when we woke up I didn’t get my morning ab/cardio workout with Loverman so he bought me donuts! Not the same, but definitely a decent substitution. (I hope to have more time after today to write my “taking pictures” story and maybe tell you about last night. It was heavenly!)

And now for something you’ll really like:

It’s In The Morning
by Robin Thicke feat. Snoop Dogg

I’m in the mood for lovin’
We’ll be touchin, We’ll be huggin
I’m in the mood for lovin’
We’ll get into…
It’s in the morning I wanna touch
It’s in the morning I wanna love you
It’s in the morning no interruptions
It’s in the morning, Sex in the morning
It’s in the morning I wanna touch
It’s in the morning I wanna love you
It’s in the morning no interruptions
Sex in the morning, Sex in the morning
You know I love it first thing
Cuz you just let it marinate, let it marinate
I’ll wait for you to open your eyes
Look at me and smile
You know what I want do
You slowly pull down the sheets to reveal what you keeping wide
I can’t push sleeping anymore and you got the hottest body
I got the hottest hottie
Let me put some cream in your coffee
Spin this, bubble like a chemist
Baby said she been a menace, like Dennis
So I’m up in this, rack-et like a tennis
Don’t interrupt me baby boo cuz I ain’t finished
Real spendin, feel how I’m gettin’ it
You girlfriends is jealous cuz Boss Dogg ain’t hittin’ it
¬Early in the morning makin breakfast in the kit-nen
After ya finished you bout to get the din-nen
I’m in the mood for lovin we’ll get into
It’s in the morning-
Handle ya business
Physical with the fitness
Can I get a witness?
Tremendous, splendid
Ya hittin it, and bitten it
Done that, been there
Out that, In there Yea
Your sex in the morning, it feels so good
Your sex in the morning, it feels so good
And I’m so horny for your body girl
Wrap your legs around my back
Get it get it yup yup, you got it girl

Ladies, Put Those Fake Orgasms “Out of Business”!

This lovely article was posted back in October of 2011, but I found it a few months ago and stowed it away for future reading and reflection (and I really love the Wizard of Oz connection at the end).


He Doesn’t Deserve Your Validation: Putting The Fake Orgasm Out of Business
by Yashar Ali

It’s great to be a man in our society, the perks seem to be endless. Everything is built with the intention of accommodating our needs. It’s fantastic, really. We men are constantly validated.

And the bedroom is one place where we receive consistent validation. I’m talking about women faking orgasms and giving us the sense that we’re the greatest lovers that have ever lived.

What a terrific arrangement for men. We get all the sexual pleasure and the feeling that we have satisfied the woman we’re sleeping with, without actually having done so.

A woman faking an orgasm is now sort of, just part of the deal, isn’t it? You just do it; it’s almost like something that’s passed down from generation to generation, like makeup tips or a recipe. It’s a gift women give to men, because it’ll just keep him satisfied and calm.

I couldn’t disagree more.

I think it’s a major offense to women and their sexual selves. And it shouldn’t be casual water cooler conversation nor should it be reserved for women’s magazines like Cosmopolitan.

The fake orgasm should be examined as a systemic problem in our society.

A Temple University study, featured in the CBS News column, “Study: Most Women Fake Orgasms—But Why?” shows around 60 percent of women have faked an orgasm.

This all comes down to conditioning. From a very early age, women taught to satisfy the fiery male ego. The fake orgasm is just another moment in which a woman sacrifices for a man without receiving anything in return and worse, it leaves them feeling sexually unfulfilled.

Today, when we see the female orgasm covered in the main stream, it’s dealt with in a comedic way. We see Meg Ryan’s character in When Harry Met Sally screaming at the top of her lungs (in a diner) or we see an Herbal Essences commercial with a woman having a massive orgasm over fabulous shampoo. We find the sound of a woman faking an orgasm to be funny.

It’s not. It’s the sound of an unsatisfied woman working to satisfy the already exploding male ego.

We don’t talk publicly about the orgasm gap in the mainstream—but that doesn’t surprise me. Our male-dominated society would never want to expose that women are faking orgasms, that men really aren’t satisfying women in droves.

However, the numbers reveal something more clarifying. According to the ABC News article, “Female Orgasm May Be Tied to ‘Rule of Thumb,’” 15 percent of surveyed women have NEVER had an orgasm (I wonder if its much higher in reality). And the same surveys show that 75 percent of women don’t reach orgasm during intercourse—that’s right, gentleman.

So why do women fake it?

Two major reasons stick out as I spoke with many women over the past two months: feeding the male ego and time.

“It just makes him happy, it feels more complete,” said one friend.

“But does it leaving YOU feeling complete?” I asked.

“No, it leaves me feeling like I am just a tool for his orgasm.”

That comment reminded me of what my friend D’Andra’s grandmother used to tell her, “Sex is for men, sex is for their benefit.”

Imagine growing up with that ideology…

Many women fake their orgasms as a means to end an un-pleasurable sexual process.

“I don’t have time. I can’t sit here while he plows away like a jack rabbit, it’s not fun for me when it’s like that.”

A woman writer I know mentioned that a man should never ask a woman if she fakes it.

I disagree. The male ego has been coddled for way too long. Enough is enough. We have to blow the cover off the secret world women are living and in this case, it’s a world where we get everything we want and they usually get nothing. And we teach women that it’s just the way things are and always have been.

This is how I see it: the fake orgasm is not compartmentalized from the rest of what women have to do. It sits at the core of a larger dismissal of a woman’s needs and desires, extrapolating across all parts of their lives, work, life, home. Women are not simply a tool for our sexual pleasure, they are ultimately a tool for making every part of our lives easier.

Many of the women I’ve talked with see faking an orgasm as a little gift, a favor for the man they’re with. That makes no sense to me. Faking an orgasm is not like making him a snack after he comes home from work or remembering what kind of beer he likes to drink.

It’s not that having an orgasm is critical during every sexual juncture; it’s that faking it takes women away from themselves. Faking it with any regularity generally leads to a path of a lifetime of sexual dissatisfaction, and dissatisfaction in general.

But too many women treat sex as an activity left in the bedroom—they see it as an isolated activity. I disagree. Sex is important and if the man displays a lack of care in the bedroom, is he thoughtful in other areas of a woman’s life?

As I’ve noted in previous columns, we condition men to maintain women, to keep them satisfied on a periodic basis. We don’t condition them to think about their day-to-day needs—the same basic needs women think about with regard to the men in their life.

Most women have yet to discover their true sexual power—not power over others—but the power they can feel within themselves. So when men maintain women by doing a little here and there in the bedroom, and women fake it, it just leads to a diminishing of female power.

What I find to be remarkable is the lengths to which this culture will go to ensure men are sexually satisfied. We spend billions of dollars to produce drugs, like Viagra and Cialis, for erectile dysfunction, providing seventy-year-old men with the possibility of a thirty-six hour erection. But discussion about the millions of women who don’t have orgasms or are sexually dissatisfied is shoved into the fringes.

Most of the women I spoke to saw porn, and the men who watch it regularly, as a root cause for this need to fake orgasms. For the record, I don’t fundamentally see a problem with porn. Rather, my issue is with the kind of porn that is defined as mainstream and is made specifically for men. An entire generation of porn watching men (thanks to the internet), now have this idea that women climax by instantly screaming at the top of their lungs as soon as they see a penis…give me a break.

My friend Nina Hartley, feminist, registered nurse, and porn icon, has a take on porn that may come as unexpected, given her vocation, “Well, if any person is watching porn to get an idea of how actual people have sex, then they need their heads examined. Porn is FANTASY, like a live-action cartoon, and shouldn’t be taken seriously as sex ed.”

But there seems to be a bigger issue here: how our society sees women and their needs.

“Women are so complicated,” one of my guy friends said, when I asked him about women’s sexual needs.

No, actually they’re not. While certain women may need more concentration, effort, or focus to reach orgasm, I don’t think that makes them complicated.

We persist in this illusion that women are sexually and emotional complicated so we don’t have to show them the care and affection they need. We can put it on them. It’s really easy to say, “Oh, she’s so complicated,” as if a woman is a labyrinth that only three men in the world can solve.

As a result, we can justify why we don’t or can’t give her what she needs, because it’s just too hard to figure her out.

There’s a pretty simple formula here: women want what we men want.

Don’t be a jerk. Ask her what she wants, and when she tells you, see it as a fantastic opportunity to please her. Don’t think it’s a personal assault on your manhood. Basically, do what she does for you.

For most men, sex is carnal; it’s about the raw pleasure. But for too many women, sex is often a cerebral process. One in which they have to think and plan when to fake an orgasm, when to make everything perfect for the man in their lives. They are pleasing our massive egos, instead of pleasing themselves.

I’m tired of the fake orgasm being treated by women’s magazines like the newest lipstick color or the season’s best handbag. We treat a woman faking an orgasm so casually. It is a BIG deal. It should no longer be seen as an act of convenience or consideration, but rather, an act of submission: submission to the male ego and submission to our screwed up rules about women and sexuality. We condition and encourage women to submit across the board, and in the case of sex, it is the most fundamental part of a woman’s identity, whether they know it or not. And by her sexual identity, I am not necessarily saying that it’s about sex with others, I am referring to her sexual self.

So how does this all boil down in terms of the role men have to play? I think in terms of our perception of sex, women see it as an experience and men are conditioned to see it as a performance. We see it as a one-man performance, one in which we are the star, the director, the producer—it’s how we condition men to exist in life with respect to the way in which they relate to women.

It’s like the Wizard of Oz. On the surface, you see a lot pomp and circumstance, but if you peek behind the curtain, there’s a scared little man who has not only been taught to focus on himself, but has also been taught that focusing and pleasing a woman, on her terms, is an act of submission and weakness.

I try to avoid being and sounding prescriptive in my writing, but in this case I am begging women to put the fake orgasm out of business. Men don’t need or deserve more validation—we get it every day, in many different ways.

It’s time for women to seek the sexual (and all other types of) pleasure that has been, for too long, absent or lost in their lives.

And it’s time for men to stop automatically assuming that they are fantastic in bed.

Frankly, it’s time for men to assume we aren’t that great in bed, until we are told otherwise…and not by a fake orgasm.

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The husband seems very much like the man in the article that said, “Women are too complicated.” He used to finger me until I told him he was hurting me, then he would climb on top and ‘assume the position’. The foreplay always hurt because he applied way too much pressure with the heel of his hand on my pelvis (I would feel tender like a bruise for days, and not in the good way), and he would never in a million years kiss me down there (I stopped giving him blow jobs a long, long time ago because of it)! Then, he would slip his dick in me and, 4-10 thrusts later he would be done and regaling his fantasticness to me: “That was the awesome! That was the best sex we ever had. Was it good for you?” He stopped fucking me when I stopped saying Yes. I just got sick of gratifying his ego when I was left unsatisfied and uncomfortable.

A perfect example:
The very last time we had sex it was in the afternoon, (about 3 years ago) he did the finger-bang thing to me (literally), stuck his dick in me three times (I am NOT kidding), came inside of me, slumped his 315-pound body down onto mine in a huff and told me over and over again how awesome it was (like the more he said it the better it would be for me. Also, he was making it last longer by cuddling smothering being with me.). He asked, “Did you come?” Under his massive weight I managed to squeeze out the words, “No. I didn’t.” He peeled his body away from mine (yay, I could breathe again!), huffed at me, slammed the bathroom door and took a shower by himself. After that he didn’t speak to me for 2 days. No Shit! No wonder I faked orgasms for this guy! I could give a shit if he felt complete because I sure as hell didn’t, and I was sick of it! I was just “a tool for his orgasm” and I had my own tools for orgasms in my dresser… Also, I had Loverman…

That is the day I started sleeping on the couch.

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Maybe I had to have experience with an exponentially-shitty lover so I can be ever-so-much more thankful for Loverman! I am so glad that he has shown me that my body is a wonderland. He has caused me to realize a sexuality inside of myself I never knew existed!

He loves to love my body as I love to love his. Every time we are together it’s like exploring new territory — even after we’ve already covered so much! And I can now feel the female sexual power coursing throughout me — something the husband was unwilling (or too lazy, or too cowardly, or too selfish) to help me discover.

Watch out boys, because this girl has stopped faking it forever!


In Sickness…

EM_of_influenza_virusLast week both of my daughters stayed home sick from school and the husband was sick, too.

As of last Friday, I had not caught the bug yet, but I knew I would get it sooner than later. Not that I wanted to be sick and broken, but my apartment was swimming in germs and it’s nigh-impossible to sanitize everything. Not to mention that when the husband sneezes, gale force winds come shooting out of his lungs at such supersonic speed that it actually creates a sonic boom! And he does not have the common decency to cover his mouth. I am not exaggerating! I have heard his own father admonish him for it multiple times! In fact, when I ask him to cover his mouth he tells me that it hurts him! (I’m not asking him to hold it in, just to cover it up!)

So it happened… Saturday morning when I woke up I had a tickle in the back of my throat and some of those tell-tale sneezes. I knew it would be bad but I thought I could make it through my night with Loverman and be sick Sunday after I got home from our awesome night together.

As usual, I picked him up and we went to McDonald’s. Except this time we got the buy-a-McRib-meal-and-get-the-2nd-McRib-sandwich-free instead of our normal cheeseburgers. Then we checked into our lovely (Motel 6 — gotta love ’em) room and ate our bar-b-cue-y sandwiches and I rubbed out his kinky back until it was time to leave for skating. Of course the back rub involved that I undo his belt and then unbutton and unzip his pants (and lower them, just a little bit…) because I wanted to work out some of the lower back pain he was telling me he’d been having.


When it was time to leave, I kissed him on the back of the neck, stood up and started putting on my jacket so we could go to the rink. While I’m doing this, Loverman looks at me curiously and asks, “What are you doing?”

ME: Ummmm… I’m getting ready to go?

LM: Are you sure? (eyes twinkling madly)

ME: Yep, looks like I’m sure. (I love teasing him…)

He stood up and walked over to me, put his arms around my shoulders and slid my jacket off of me onto what would end up being the “later” bed 😉 then spun me around so my back was against his chest so I was facing the “now” bed. Skillfully from behind, his fingers unbuttoned, unzipped and lowered my pants (just enough…) and then he tossed me onto the bed, face first, and had his way with me!

I still mostly had my pants on; my legs practically touching. There wasn’t much room for his swollen shaft, but I was so wet. So ready… I heard him, “Mm mm mm,” as he deliberately slid his thickness inside me. It was exquisite! Feeling his hard cock enter me from behind while I laid below him… That was all I needed for immediate release. I could hear him, “Yeah, baby, are you gonna cum again all over that dick?” as he was slowly gliding his stiffness into and out of me, waiting for my body to tell him that I would have another orgasm. He always knows right before I cum and his body, pressed hotly up against mine, was eagerly ready to respond to my next tremor of ecstasy. But he held back as my body began to quiver and shake again. Again he slowed his rhythm, and he began kissing my earlobes and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I could sense the eagerness within him seconds before he exploded inside of me! His release plunged deeply into me. I felt his body arch above mine as he buried his face in the side of my neck. It was only moments before his body relaxed and he slumped onto me. For a few moments we laid there reveling in the afterglow. Oh…. That was nice. Him laying on top of me like a blanket… Even with our clothes still on I could get used to that feeling of closeness.

We pulled up our pants. I sorted out my hair. And we both got our jackets on this time. While I was hopping my way out to the car, Loverman walked past me and said, “Wait till I show you what the ‘later’ bed is for.” He made this sexy grunt that he does when he wants me, then he winked at me and opened up my car door to let me in.


As you know from (if you read it) yesterday’s post, he had a lovely time skating and I enjoyed a little reunion with my buddies.

couple-sleeping-in-bedAfter he finished skating and everyone was done checking out my cool “owie”, we went back to our hotel room. I was completely beat. I guess he was too, because we both got each other undressed and climbed into bed. I curled up into a ball next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. As I was falling asleep I remember saying, “I really like sleeping with you, Baby” and his response, accompanied by a loving kiss on the forehead, was “I really like sleeping with you, too”.

But, it wasn’t long before I woke up again. Sick. Really sick. Coughing, nose running. I could feel that I had a temperature… The whole nine yards. I was up and down for the rest of the night — each time that I had to get out of bed, hoping that I wasn’t bothering my sexy Loverman.

Of course it was inevitable that I would wake him up, but when I did he was so sweet! He told me that I wasn’t bothering him and every time I crawled back into bed after that, he made sure that my body was exactly the right temperature. If I was laying there and I felt too warm, he would remove a cover. If it seemed like I was starting to get cold again, he covered me back up. I’m telling you, this man is totally awesome! I don’t know how I got so lucky! I even told him that a couple of times he was pampering me.

Because I was so restless, at about 7AM I decided to just get up and start doing my physical therapy. I could stretch and exercise my ankle in the chair and he could get some better sleep (well, about 30 minutes of it anyway 😉 ). I finished up and looked over at his naked back gloriously laid out on the bed, the thin white sheet just barely above his waist as if it was teasing me to look beneath it. I couldn’t resist his sexy peacefulness and returned to my place in the bed next to him.

I took a few strands of my long hair and, while he laid there in total serenity, I traced those few hairs up and down his back and arms just to see him squirm. He squirmed. I smiled. But he wasn’t awake yet. I knew that I could do this to him for quite a while without waking him up. He would just make pleasant sounds and shiver every now and again when I hit the exact right spot. After awakening all the flesh on his back (I could see the goosebumps! Oh, the power!!! This must be how he feels!) I whispered, “Roll over, sweetie.” He drowsily complied, but when he rolled over, that pesky sheet stayed right there, just barely in the way! Oh well, that will not be there for long, I thought.

Art AppreciationI proceeded to molest his chest the same way I had his back, but this time I got a reaction. Someone was waking up. Lucky me! I do so love to give him a good blow job! Especially in the morning! A man’s penis is like a work of art to me (if an ice cream cone was a work of art!) and I enjoy showing my lover how much I appreciate his art… Plus, I just recently picked up some tips on what I can do to better appreciate his art, and I was looking forward to seeing if he liked them.

Ohhhh…. He liked those new tips all right! Moaning and groaning all the way (go me!)! After a few skilled kisses on his tender frenulum, my tongue languidly drew a line down the length of his magnificent design. I lovingly massaged his rock hard dick with my right hand while I took each of his balls into my mouth to cradle them, one at a time. Acknowledging each of them and their glory, I could feel their skin tightening and loosening in my mouth. My left hand reached below and I began stroking his g-spot — something that I have severely neglected in the past because I didn’t know… My Loverman couldn’t keep quiet. I was so proud! I could tell he was holding back.

My Loverman is not a person to make much noise. When he does, it’s mostly just grunts. But what he does very well is talk dirty. I can’t do that (surprising, huh?), but what I can do is bring him to nigh-climax with everything except my pussy. Then slow down, start over, and do it all over again. However, I can only do that for so long before my body needs to feel him inside. And, with all of his moaning and squirming while I worshipped his artful cock, I definitely needed to feel him deep inside of me. I sat up with my back facing him and mounted him in the Reverse Cowgirl position and rode that horse for all it was worth!

This is my favorite position on top — especially when I’m sick (because, remember, he doesn’t like sharing sick germs, ewwww. So, NO KISSING! LOL!). He can penetrate me so deeply and I can control each thrust to make it deep, or tease the tip… He was back in his groove of dirty talk, “Baby, let me see you cum again,” smacking my ass more than ever before. He must have really enjoyed the art appreciation session earlier!

When he finally climaxed (and it was a big one!), I plopped myself down onto the bed next to him, completely satisfied, spent, sweaty and very, very thirsty! He dozed back off to sleep and the two of us cuddled together in post-coital bliss until it was time to take our shower and go home.


Sick ManI didn’t actually get to see what the “later” bed was for. But I’m not really disappointed about it.
And I think that I will probably get to find out soon enough 😉

Ultimately, Loverman got sick too. Not even 12 hours after I dropped him off Sunday… I feel a bit guilty because I know that I am the one who made him sick, but at least my messing around with him on Saturday wasn’t what did it… I had already shared my germiness with him last Thursday evening when I surprised him at bowling.

All day yesterday I thought about how much I wish I could have gone home to Loverman and make him some warm chicken soup and crawl into a nice warm bed with him and watch whatever movie on his little computer that he wanted to. As it was, I am sure he was fine being left alone… After all, he is sick!

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Why ‘Getting Some’ Gets You Healthy

I found this article yesterday by mistake and I thought it was so good I wanted to share it with everyone.
So, here is me, sharing these 20 salubrious reasons with all of my readers (ooh, snap! I should have waited and that could’ve been a word of the day…)!twig page separator

Why ‘Getting Some’ Gets You Healthy

Article re-posted from Original post by Head Health Nutter on 07/07/2009

Sex is a natural instinct. Sure, we can live without it, just like we can also technically survive without much exercise or whole foods. But when you start fulfilling these basic needs for your body, you quickly discover why healthy living is worth the effort.

Whether you are flying solo or with a partner, here are a few of the health benefits of regular sex from The Hormone Diet by Dr. Natasha Turner:

Note: most of the following arise from increasing and/or balancing sex hormones (testosterone and estrogen) or from the general benefits of exercise. To reduce repetition, benefits without further explanation are attributed to these factors.

  1. Enhances libido. Our sex drive naturally lowers as we age. But if we keep using it, like lean muscle mass, we won’t lose it!
  2. Adds fire to sexual desire.
  3. Gives us more sex appeal.
  4. Improves mood, motivation and memory.
  5. Increases fat burning, bone density, muscle mass and strength.
  6. Indirectly supports fat loss and can prevent abdominal fat.
  7. Depending on your effort in the session, improves the fitness of the heart.
  8. Curbs appetite and food cravings. “Apparently, the dopamine pathways in the brain involved in stimulating desire for both sex and food are shut down by the hormones released immediately after we have an orgasm.”
  9. Improves skin tone. Dr. Turner says some research suggests that sex 3 times a week can prevent wrinkling around the eyes!
  10. Reduces stress. Not only is sex a stress-buster, it also combats the harmful effects of the stress hormone, cortisol.
  11. Makes us feel calmer and more relaxed. A great orgasm encourages the release of oxytocin, a hormone and feel-good neurotransmitter.
  12. Can lower blood pressure. Another effect of oxytocin.
  13. Slows the aging process. Orgasms also spark a huge surge of DHEA (dehydroepiandrosterone), a natural steroid which has anti-aging effects.
  14. Improves sleep.
  15. Reduces the risk of depression.
  16. Helps ease pain and boosts immunity. Sex causes the release of endorphins, our bodies’ natural opiates.
  17. Prostate protection for men.
  18. Sharpens our competitive edge.
  19. Strengthens the bond between partners. Here’s good ol’ oytocin at work again.
  20. Hormonal balance. When our sex drive plummets, it’s a good indication of a hormonal imbalance. The cure to this is… sex! Try to muster up a little somethin-somethin even if you don’t feel like it, and you might be surprised to feel yourself getting a little randier. *wink* *wink*

The above are considered basic biological facts. But, for a more interesting reason to have good sex, Dr. Turner also mentions a theory of Sam Graci, author of The Path to Phenomenal Health, “that Mother Nature may start selecting against us when our sex engines cool, simply because of the basic laws of evolution or survival of the fittest”.

So as you can see, staying active in the bedroom is an important addition to your healthy lifestyle. Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s get busy!

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Go out there and get healthy, people!!!


The first time…

I wrote this a few years ago and found it last night when I was going through and cleaning up my files.

At 11:30 AM the anticipation was killing me. It took everything in my power not to just scream at him through the phone to GET HERE NOW! We only had so much time and there were so many things I wanted to do to him. I’d been waiting for weeks for this rendezvous – it already seemed like forever. But, apparently he needed to shower and get cleaned up because I did – aargh! Like I really cared, I was just going to get him all dirty again anyway.

After what seemed like hours, he finally drove up. I was waiting for him, naked, expecting that he’d stop by the front desk to get his key. No such luck. So, when he knocked I quickly slipped on my leather jacket and opened the door. It wasn’t even a minute after it closed behind him before I had slipped off our jackets and was pulling his gray t-shirt up over his chest. “Damn girl. You sure don’t waste any time at all, do you?”

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