Sex Toys and Adult Toys: The Bad List

So busy discussing what sex toys and adult toys are good that some of us forget to make lists of those vibrators, dildos, and other sex toys we should avoid. This is a financial thing, a performance thing, and a general dislike thing. Yes, it is a thing, the wrench in myism.

Here are the top ten toys that made my Shameful Sex Toys List:

Starting from the best of the worst …

10. Vibro-Pod

Preface: Yes, I know some of you love the Dickens out of this vibrating egg sex toy. So for some of you: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times …” We all have different preferences, but the harder I tried to find something positive to say about the Vibro-Pod, the more I came to dislike this sex toy. I love my iPod as much as I love a wonderful sex toy. Why not merge the two industries for a little fun – some music to aid my masturbation. Yeah, right. If it only worked out that way.
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Two Sexy Announcements

Life is one evolving series of announcements. In keeping with the spirit of life, and hoping to keep you in tune with the latest sex-related news, I have some interesting news to share with you.

1. VibeReview, as was announced in the previous post, has several articles and reviews featured on DivineCaroline. Much like Digg and other social networking sites, DivineCaroline relies heavily on reader votes to place articles and reviews in advantageous situations for additional exposure. Put simply: The more readers hit the “I Liked It” avatar at the bottom of articles, the more exposure the article will receive.

Since many of you are VibeReview affiliates and/or reviewers, your support would be appreciated. Though your altruistic nature might be hibernating at the moment, you might also consider that each of you will benefit either directly or, more likely, indirectly by helping to promote these articles. After all, VibeReview enjoys sharing its success with affiliates and reviewers – and in a lot of different ways that may or may not go unnoticed.

Here are the articles currently on the site:

Beginner’s Sex Toy Guide
Introduction Guide to the G-Spot
Pearl Thunder Review

Please take 5-10 minutes to check out DivineCaroline and vote for all VibeReview’s content. The more popular these articles are, the more aggressive VibeReview can be with making decisions about future writers, reviewers, and so much more. We have plans, big plans for the future.

Additionally, if any of you use StumbleUpon, please take a minute to add VibeReview to your favorites page and write a 1-2 sentence review of the site. Every little bit helps.

2. Please check out and support The New York City Sex Bloggers 2009 Calendar Project. Some of the industry’s best writers and most recognized names are participating in the project, which is an extension of Sex Work 101, created by the everywhere-all-the-time, talented Audacia Ray. This exciting project aims to do away with the stigma associated with sex work while simultaneously promoting rights for sex workers.

Here is a breakdown of how you can support the project:

We’d like to offer everyone, readers and fellow bloggers, the opportunity to join in the fun and excitement, as well as promote your own blog if you have one. That means for $30 you can buy a day in our calendar and personalize it. If you’re a blogger you can have your blog url on your day, or if you’re a reader, any personal message – you can wish us luck or send a greeting to your favorite blogger or celebrate your birthday or anniversary – up to 80 characters will be printed on your day. That $30 includes one pre-ordered calendar (shipping is extra) with all funds in excess of our expenses going directly to Sex Work Awareness. You can purchase as many additional days as you like depending upon availability for $10 each. Since this is a 2009 calendar, we are on an extremely tight schedule and can only sell days through October 1st, 2008. We hope you will consider this a fun and creative way to promote your blog or just as a way to share in the pleasure and excitement this project has been bringing us in our effort to make our community and world a better, more sex-positive place to live.

So, yes. Please support this worthy cause by purchasing a calendar, writing a short post about the project and/or spreading the word to your sexy friends.

Thanks to all!

-Heather

DivineCaroline: Networking and Socializing for Women

Anyone else visit iVillage.com frequently? I used to spend hours and hours reading the pro-woman content posted on iVillage. However, in the last two or three months I realized that I was spending more and more time, trying to find an article or editorial bit that appealed to me. I don’t have enough time in my life trudge through a bunch of frogs to find the prince (or princess!).

Task. Journey. Search.

To find a new source of information. To find a community of female writers, professionals, sexual enthusiasts, intelligence, class, and maturity …

The Holy Grail of Pro-Woman Content: DivineCaroline
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not dead yet

So apparently there’s been an epidemic of STDs going around retirement communities and nursing homes. Speculation has led to two sources: availability of Viagra; and a lack of sexual education, namely post-menopausal women thinking they don’t need to use protection.

More.

Sex and Violence

Is sex itself an act of violence?  Not the kind of violent violence, the kind seen in action movies – but something more archaic, basic, and elemental.  An appealing sort of violence.  The idea of anything penetrating something else is – well, you know, violent.  Especially as it pertains to a first sexual encounter, when two bodies share sacred space for the first time.  (Both in terms of being literally a “virgin” or two sexually experienced individuals sharing one another for the first time – both situations are violent in so much as any new experience is sort of violent, kinda chaotic.)

Of course, my more exploratory friends who adhere to a strict BDSM lifestyle might have a different perspective on this issue, primarily focusing on the battle between control and submission.  I’m not an expert on BDSM-anything, so I’ll let the experienced women and men fill in the blanks for me.  Is BDSM a violent lifestyle, based on destroying and then re-creating an individual?  How much does sex have to do with it?

All I know is that everytime I have sex (with a man or woman or multiple partners), I get this fleeting-returning-fleeting feeling that this gorgeous act of violence is transforming me – either for better or worse.  I admit that entertaining this realization excites me.  I recently admitted the feeling to myself as I orgasmed, and it ended up being one of the most emotionally charged climaxes I’ve ever experienced.  Drenched in sweat, experiencing slight vaginal soreness mixing with post-orgasmic shivers and shakes, I knew my perception of sex had changed – probably for the better.  I smiled, pleased with myself – pleased with my partner (technique and size do matter, fellas).  Penetrated, pleased, and partnered.  Yes, a violent act creating a new me.

Baby Oil

Want a massage?

He led her to his bedroom, gently removing her clothes, leaving her bare with only her lace panties on. Placing both hands on her shoulders he motioned for her to lie on her stomach, while he gently applied a generous dosage of baby oil all over her body.

His hands wandered around her shoulders, kneading them gently, and as his hands travelled down her spine she gradually relaxed and was soon turned on by his bare hands against her bare skin, aware of the fact that he was going over her butt, which was only covered by the sheer lace of her panties.

But that came off soon after. She was vulnerable, and she subconsciously found herself spreading her legs slightly when his hand caressed her buttcheek and down to the back of her thighs. Giving it both a good rub, he slipped a finger between the folds of her pussy. The cool air from the air conditioning, together with the anticipation from the massage had left it wet, much to his delight.

She moaned slightly, lifting her hips off the bed to give him better access.

As his fingers massaged her clit, she felt him getting on top of her, and was pleasantly surprised to feel his bare skin on hers, and his already hard cock pressed against her butt. She reached behind and caressed it gently, the action causing him to quicken his fingers and illiciting a moan from them both.

You’re so wet.

He turned her over, coming face to face with her for the first time that night at such distance. He gently swept the hair away from her face and kissed her gently on her eyes, closed in ecstasy. His fingers had by then slipped into her pussy and was fingering her slowly.

He wanted to savour every inch of her.

His lips, caressing her skin, found her nipples and sucked on them gently, increasing the pace of each thrust of his fingers.

Let me blow you.

No, let me fuck you.

She didn’t resist, he got on top of her again, and without warning, thrusted his hard cock into her.

Fuck you’re so tight.

It was his first fuck in ages and he was hungry. She welcomed that with her hips matching his every thrusting motion.

Her arms and legs were now wrapped around him, her head tilted backwards in ecstasy, his face buried between her breasts.

And they fucked each other til both could cum no more.

As he lay beside her after, he propped himself up on one arm and looked at her peacefully sleeping face. With one finger he trailed her skin, laced with the scent of baby oil, silently wondering when he’d see her next.

One.

I press the doorbell and the door opens within seconds. You see me and grin.

You’re 15 minutes late.

I’ll make it up to you.

Before you say anything else I push you into the room, kissing you fiercely on the lips. Soon we’re on the bed, and our hands are all over each other, clothes all over the floor. I straddle you as you lean back against the headboard, panting slightly.

Missed me?

My lips found your ears, and I’m nibbling them, licking, my tongue flicking in and out of your earlobes, blowing gentle air onto them. You moan slightly as your hands find my breasts, caressing them gently, kneading them, rolling my nipples between your fingers.

The tension and anticipation is killing us both, we’re grinding our hips against each other hungrily, wanting more.

But we both know better.

You slip a finger in between my legs and I gasp. You always know when to hit the spot and with how much pressure. With each thrust of your fingers I’m pressing myself against you, my breasts up against your face and you take the chance to lick them and nibble on my nipples.

By this time, sheer lust has taken over. We ignore all previous agreements about taking things slow.

You tell me to lie on my stomach. I spread my knees wide, waiting.

You plunge into me and we both moan. My ass is rubbing against your balls each time you thrust, and while I’m rubbing my clit, occasionally reaching behind to stroke your balls, your hands are on my breasts, squeezing them gently.

Our moans get louder by the thrust, and as the thrusts get more furious, I’m grabbing the sheets, the pillows, your hands, anything I can find.

Within minutes we’re both lying side by side on the bed, your cum trickling down my breasts.

Let’s get you cleaned up, and ready for Round 2.

81.

Her phone buzzed shortly. It was a text message from him, informing her of the room number. Making sure that no one would see her, she breezed into the hotel lobby, walking in with the I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude that she has learned and honed over time.

He opened the door and peered suspiciously out, making sure he wasn’t seen. When he recognized the figure standing in the door way, he smiled.

Come in.

They didn’t waste time. He planted his lips on her, hands wrapped around her waist. Soon fingers were desperately trying to look for buttons to loosen and buckles to undo. Breaking away from the hungry kisses he spun her around and pressed her up against the wall.

You like this, don’t you. He whispered oh-so-seductively into her ears as his hands found their way in front, massaging her breasts, and then disappearing down in between her legs. A soft moan of pleasure escaped from her lips.

You’re so wet.

He pushed her gently on the bed, and a grin forms across her face. Licking her lips, she took his already hard cock in her hands, her tongue finding its way up and down his shaft. It was his turn to moan softly.

Oh yes.

Slowly, she wrapped her lips around it and started doing what he loved for her to do best. In that moment both were soaking in pleasure, of being blown, of being fingered.

But he wasn’t done. Pushing her down back onto the bed, he spread her legs slowly.

It’s been awhile. And he pushed himself slowly into her.

From missionary, to doggy, and back. In that hour the couple knew no one else but themselves, taking time to explore every single inch of each other’s body.

Suck me til I cum.

She needed no other forms of urging.

Modus Operandi.

Are you really as good as I think you are? He teased while playfully stroking her cheek.

You’re welcome to try, she grinned.

With that invitation, he hesitated no furthur, but took his time.

I like to please my women first.

It was slow and sensual, he took his time in removing her clothes, plating soft kisses on her face, ears, neck, down her breasts and slowly, spreading her legs and going in between.

But this time doesn’t belong to her. It was his.

My turn, she placed a hand on the top of his head to stop him.

Lean back, she whispered.

As he settled comfortable on the pillows, she hovered over him.

Be careful of what you wish for, she traced a line down his torso, stopping just above his crotch.

You might just get it.

She leaned in for a kiss. As his kisses turned hungry, she broke away, and chuckled at the look of shock on his face. Planting a kiss on his cheek, her tongue found his ear. As she alternated between nibbling, sucking, and licking, she moved slowly down to his neck, taking her time around his nipples, travelling down his torso, retracing the steps her finger took, only this time, she went much furthur south.

Deliberately ignoring his crotch area, she went down to his thighs, taking her time on the insides, slowly heading back up. When he felt her hot breath on his balls, he moaned in delight when she started licking and sucking on them.

Suck me, he begged.

Her tongue slowly found its way up his shaft, teasing it slowly, going up in a circular motion. When her tongue found its head, she teased him further, moving it around in slow circular motions.

Suck me please.

Her lips slowly wrapped around him, she took her time, alternating between sucking and licking, all the while teasing with her tongue.

As his breathing grew heavier, her strokes began to quicken. And she took more and more of him, sending waves and waves of pleasure over him.

And as he grabbed her hair, his head leaned back, he exploded into her mouth.

Recovering, he sat up and grinned, wiping the last drips of his cum from her lips, and winked.

You’re no disappointment.

Spills

I remember during my earlier school days, in the council room (yes I was in the Students’ Council) we had a sofa set. A very old sofa set. And because it was so old and beat up and seasoned, it was the favourite lounge spot.

But being old also meant it smelled. And when the others would fight for space on the sofa set, someone would always quip, “you don’t know what’s been on it man”.

Now, this not only applies to old and beat up sofa sets which smell funny, but many other things in which many people would have laid hands on it. An example? A rented car.

I say this because I encountered it personally.

Many years ago, I was involved with this a guy who had returned to Singapore on vacation from school. Since he would be here for a relatively long period of time (for a vacation), he rented a car. Wasn’t an old one, pretty decent, all-American brand. Good enough to get around.

Before I met him for a particular date though, he did warn that he hasn’t been getting any for awhile. Me, being the very innocent (relatively) me then, didn’t think much of it.

Of course, I wasn’t expecting a 10-inch schlong (no kidding). So what happens when you get a 10 incher who hasn’t had any in a while?

A whole lot of mess.

So we were in the back seat, me doing my thing, and he just, exploded.

All over the seats, the back of the front seat, and the door handle.

And I was quite sure that in the dark, cleaning up efficiently was not possible.

And I was doubly sure that he didn’t bother to clean up properly even when he got home.

I wonder if the friend who sat in that exact seat the next day felt anything sticky when he tried to open the door.

Acquiescence

The bathroom door swung open without warning. With a grin, he placed his clothes on the countertop and hung his towel next to hers. In between him locking the door and taking off her clothes, she had no time to react. The only way out of this was acquiescence.

And acquiesce she did.

When he came to taking off her panties, he made a show of doing it slowly, his fingers lightly brushing against her skin, both bare and covered. By the time he led her into the shower, they were both panting with anticipation.

With deft, light strokes, he lathered the soap onto her body, his soaped fingers exploring every inch of her bare skin, enjoying the smoothness and softness of it all. He took his time, lingering around her breasts, stopping to give her nipples a light pinch and her breasts a soft squeeze, illiciting soft moans.

And as his fingers journeyed lower, she let out a slight gasp as his fingers found their way to her pussy, already wet with the excitement.

She took it as a cue to start lathering him up, paying special attention to his sensitive areas.

As he guided her hands lower downwards, both of them engaged into a tiny rhythmn only lovers could enjoy and understand, and the tiny, constricted space in the shower was filled with the sound of rushing water and of two people enjoying each other’s touches.

He led her out of the shower and made her bend over the counter, his lips found the skin on her shoulders, worshipping her like his fingers had done before, entering her from behind, just the way they both liked it.

And for that minute or two, the steam that had clouded the mirror before them surrended, and the image of the couple having sharing their unbridled, wanton lust for each other surfaced.

Just before he was about to cum, she took her cue and got on her knees in front of him, wrapping her lips around his cock, glistening with her juices.

Within minutes he came, dripping onto her bare chest.

As she cleaned up the mess she had smeared all over herself, she grinned and winked mischieviously.

“Just the way you like it.”

Baaad Sex.

It has happened to everyone. Hey, the good times always come with the bad. Although for anyone’s sake, I hope it doesn’t happen too often. I don’t know how often people get bad sex, but for me it doesn’t occur too frequently, and I thank my lucky stars for that. But for entertainment value, how many bad sex situations can one find themselves in?

1. Smegma AKA Penis Cheese.
Whenever I meet someone new, my biggest worry is Penis Cheese. I mean, imagine getting all hot and heavy with the person, you start to tear his clothes off, take his pants off, and prepare to give him a glorious night when you ask yourself, “What’s that white stuff over there?” People, penis cheese IS real, and it has happened to a couple of my friends. Of course there really isn’t a right thing to do in these situations, you either decide to not go ahead with it, or you just take it all in. Either way, the lesson to be learnt is this, please do take care of your personal hygiene “down there”. This includes both men and women. Yes, women get cheese too!

2. Dental (nasal) floss.
Nobody likes going down on someone and having to find their way through the thick jungle. Would you pass me a torchlight, darling? Nothing is worse than trying to give someone a good time, at the same time having to fight with bits of your foliage getting stuff in between the teeth. If you don’t want to shave, at least please trim. I’ve got a sensitive nose, so if your bits start getting in my nose and I start sneezing halfway through, its not my fault.

3. Pee
Anyone who has done oral sex would be pretty familair with this. Its when your partner decides not to wash/clean up after themselves after they pee. Can you imagine giving someone head and then having to fight with the smell of pee? Now add the smell of cum. Yes. The smell of cum and the smell of pee. Not very pretty. So guys, if you are ever on a date with a girl and you expect some kind of sexual activity going on after, please clean up after you visit the washroom. This does not entail only washing your hands. An ex would wipe with toilet paper after he was done if he was expecting a blowjob after that. Another would actually take a bath before sex, but that was provided he was doing it in a proper room with shower facilities. And girls, if you think wiping from back to front after you pee is enough, think again.

4. Other unwanted body hair.
This was from an incident related to me by a friend, whose friend was at a girl’s place after a great night out. You don’t need a very active imagination to figure out what happens next. So when all clothes were off, friend’s friend (a guy) stared in shock at the girl’s underarms. She wasn’t shaved, nor plucked, nor waxed. To top it all off, she raised them proudly and asked, “Don’t you find it sexy?” Well, some of us just don’t appreciate body hair like you do.

5. Body fat
I have nothing against fat people, and I have nothing against body fat. Everyone is a little chubby here and there, but if you know you have a bulging tummy, please do not attempt to get your girl to give you a blowjob when you’re standing up. Chances are, your tummy will submit to the forces of gravity, and the girl would have to actually use one hand to prop UP your bulging tummy before she can actually FIND Mr Happy. Not very pleasureable now, is it?

You gotta be kidding.

This has gotta be one of my most overused phrases. Not because I like using it so much, but because I think life just has a warped sense of humour, and I think it happens to alot of people. Just when you think everything is fine and dandy, or when you’ve got over something, it just comes right back into your life.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned this, but awhile ago I had a supposed one night stand with this guy. I wouldn’t say it was memorable, but it wasn’t forgettable either. And apparently at that point he thought I was amazing. When we parted ways he hinted that he would like to hook up again.

Obviously, for a while that didn’t happen. I harped on it (like every other girl) for a couple of days, and then decided to just let it go. I mean, why bother, right? So I deleted his contacts on my handphone and my MSN, convinced that he was just what he was, a one night stand.

That was last December.

Four months later, guess who popped up on my MSN?

Apparently, he still remembered who I was, and wanted to hook up. Unfortunately I wasn’t available then. Well, I could always say it was a case of “you had your chance and now it’s gone”. But really, its just sex, isn’t it? So who’s to say that if he ever pops up again, I won’t say yes?

The Cute Sex Monologues.

Seeing as to how I haven’t been getting any action for awhile, there have been no stories of late. But thanks to the good fortune of a friend, D, here’s one just for laughs.

To begin with, I suppose you could say that she was pretty much the ideal fuck. Not that I was given any information about her looks, but I suppose you’d have to look fairly decent. I trust D’s taste in girls. But CSG didn’t like condoms (woohoo to those of you who don’t like fucking with condoms – safe sex alert!), and apparently, she swallows.

Sounds the perfect fuck, no?

Wrong.

The list of complaints included speaking in chinese. Not that it was a big problem, but my friend here isn’t just that kinda person to speak chinese with you on a regular basis. In his words, she was “fuckin’ ching-chong cheena”.

Of course, the biggest problem here for him, at least up until then, was that she “squeals way too much” and kept saying “kiss me”, hence the Cute Sex title given to her, plus all the cute smiles and squealing and everything.

I don’t really get how “cute” sex can be. But seriously, CUTE SEX? I don’t know about anyone else reading this but really, unless you’re 20 and below and just beginning to understand the carnal pleasures of sex, how could anyone tolerate acting cute during sex? Ok, this thought is making me sick.

To top it all off, she started bugging him for a day or two after. I doubt anyone reading this here likes post-sex clingy girls, so an acting cute-post sex-clingy girl was a nightmare. I’m sure you can imagine.

Did I also mention that, she apparently tastes sour down there as well?

Hot Sex.

What is it about Hot Sex?

The primal urge in wanting someone, craving for someone, and eventually having him?

The moment where all pretences are off, the clothes come off, and all there’s left in between you and him is raw desire and hunger.

Where each and every touch tingles all over, sending waves of excitement and anticipation.

Is it the pleasure of making him wait, of teasing him, of letting him see what he can’t have, a way of telling him, this is what you’re getting, but you’re not getting it now.

Anticipation, either you love it, or you hate it. Either way, it sends you into throes of pleasure.

And when you finally give in to your animalistic tendencies, you can’t wait to devour him whole, to take in every single inch of him, and lose yourself in the sea of satin sheets and flesh.

Hot, sweaty, glistening.

And as you lie next to him, exhausted, glowing from what just transpired, your fingers tracing his strong, masculine outline, an idea hits you, a grin spreads across your face and you take his hand, leading him out of the bed, and into the showers.

What’s hot sex to you?

Hmm.

I think I’m suffering from a block of some kind. Every other post I churn out doesn’t seem to make the standard, and I end up deleteing them. So I’ll stick to familair territory and I’ll say only this;

I am fed up of having fuck buddies whom I only see when they/I am horny and we both need a fuck. I am sick of snooping around late at night, doing the dirty, and then leaving.

I want a friend-with-benefits. Someone whom I can hang out with, have decent conversation with, and then if we both feel like it, we end up in bed together. Isn’t it wonderful?

Ok, now that I’ve said it, you can slap me now for being unrealistic and greedy.

Double Lives.

This may/may not be fiction, but it’s so true.

http://scandaloustrysts.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-east.html

How many of us have been the guy? Just needing a quick fix even though you know it’s wrong. Even though you know that after you’re done you will return into the loving arms of another who will, you hope, never ever find out what you’ve did, what you may have been doing.

How many of us have been the girl? The agent provocateur, the one who is just there to satisfy your own needs and his. Who may, or may not know that he has someone out there waiting for him.

How many of us have been both on separate occassions?

But, what makes it so wrong? That there is someone out there waiting for you, oblivious to your thoughts? That’s the obvious.

But just because there is a need that makes it so right, does it make it justifiable?

Some things we don’t think about, especially when we’re blinded by all the needs, wants and desires. But when it all dies down, when leading a double life takes its toll on you, then what gives?

Just because it’s so wrong, does it make it so right?

What would you do?

Let’s imagine that you are a not-so-good-looking person. Make it, less than average. You undergo plastic surgery and now you are a little less flabby on the spots that matter, your face is more sculpted, your features sharper. Basically, you  now look, average.

Ok fine, depending on who you talk to, somewhere between average and above average. Relativity’s a bitch.

Ok, so you’re average looking. And you meet this really good looking, successful, and single man.

You drop a hint. He takes it up. He asks you to meet him at his place tonight at 9am.  You appear. He wants you to put on something more comfortable, and he’s left it on his bed.

You walk in to find a paperbag.  Yes, a paperbag.  He wants you to put it over your head while he fucks you.

Your one chance to hook up with someone hot, rich and successful. Save for the paperbag over your head.

Would you?

I’m Celibate

No, it’s not a joke, although several people I’ve spoken to are still in shock I reckon. I had two indecent proposals the night before and when I told them I’m celibate they just went “You’re KIDDING!”.

No, not really.

Don’t ask why though, I just figured I needed a break from all these, “nonsense”. I think it’s partly because I’m just too lazy to venture out on my own to destination X in the middle of the night. Please don’t talk to me about staying over and yadda yadda yadda because I don’t do stayovers. I mean, what’s the point right, I’m  not gonna cuddle with you. Urgh. Post-coital cuddles are reserved for Boyfriends.

Seriously, the only reason why I’ve not been having random sex is because I have too many things going on right now and sex is really the last thing on my mind. And also, I never thought I’d ever say this but this is the kinda time where you don’t want to have done certain things which would have negative repurcussions and end up coming back to haunt.

Yes, by golly! I have a conscience!

No, seriously. It’s not the conscience speaking, but well sometimes, you just need a break. And the perfect time for one is now.

How long would the break be? I don’t know.  One year? A month? Three weeks?

I really don’t know. But don’t worry, I still have an entire treasure trove of stories waiting to be recounted.

Ugh.

I think I’m turning frigid.

Not because of any other problems of the sexual nature though, but it’s just that things have been changing and are still in the process of changing.

I think, maybe, just maybe, that I may be falling, all over again.

Don’t know if its a good thing, but hey, it’s about enjoying what the present brings that’s important right?

And so I will.

The intellectual attraction is just far  more desirable than the physical or sexual attraction right now. So much that I’ve found myself turning down many other (indecent) proposals for nothing more than pleasure provided by the mind through nothing less than words.

Desire is a dangerous thing.

 

Abyss

Sex is overrated.

I’m not kidding. And no, it’s not that I’m declaring a state of monogamy.

I think, alot of people are poisoned by the entire idea of sex. That what truly counts is the “wham, bam, thank you ma’am”. If you think you can send her into wave after wave of ecstasy, then you’re a sex god.

You’re wrong.

Sex is more than just the act in itself, it is a skill which you either have or you don’t. I’m not kidding. Some men just don’t get it, some don’t need alot of nudging to do. It is not just about getting each other naked and banging each other like there’s no tomorrow.

It’s the art of seduction, how you play it such that you get each other hooked without even having to remove a single stitch.

It’s outsmarting each other at your own game, each time gaining a higher advantage over one another.

And when the time comes, it’s about the exchange of chemistry that results in an elaborate show of teasing on both sides, a competition between two people to bring each other to the edge without falling over.

Eventually, the end doesn’t matter. Because it is the process that counts.

Sex, is not just sex anymore, is it?

Good sex. Bad sex.

There’s good sex, and there’s bad sex. We all know that.

The thing is, how do you define good sex & bad sex? Must there always be orgasm to define good sex?

This has got the be the most shocking revelation ever on my blog;
I can’t have orgasms. Or rather, I have difficulty achieving them. I’d probably only had one or two in my entire life.

So what defines good sex for people like me then?

If good sex = orgasm, then must it necessarily mean I’ve never had good sex in my life (save for that couple of times)?

I think, good sex is not just about getting an orgasm. It’s about doing it at the right place, the right time, with the right person. It doesn’t have to last over an hour, or 15 minutes. It’s not about the length of time.

It’s about being comfortable with that person, knowing exactly what makes each other feel good. Doing the right thing, at the right time.

Isn’t that what good sex should be?