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For me, writing this blog is, at times, like treading a fine line.
I feel like I can’t post too frequently (or mostly) sexy pictures and hot fucking stories or my blog will arrive at a place where I will be subjugated or not ‘taken seriously’… Sometimes I think this stuff is all in my head, but to be honest, on the whole I think that the aforementioned perception of me would be accurate if I didn’t have anything else to talk about here but sex and posting rude photos.
This kinda pisses me off. It mostly pisses me off that I even consider this stuff full stop and that if I critically appraise myself then I very probably actually buy into this notion. ‘If all I submit to a space is content that titilates I will not be respected or considered intelligent, I may be considered without personal morals or self respect… especially by other women’
Is this sort of perception genuinely real, or am I just supremely twitchy/paranoid about being judged negatively? Well… if quite a number of people I know, good people, every day people, friends, aquaintances, family, folk from all over the world that I’ve talked to about this, those that I eavesdrop on, men and women of all cultural backgrounds, ethnicities and sexual orientations that I talk to and work with in my job are anything to judge by, then, yes, it is most certainly a common perception.
Putting shots of my pussy here, pimping adult sites I’m on and being proud and happy of the porn I’ve made, graphic descriptions of sex and my masturbation sessions… admitting to aspirations of being fucked in the ass by a big hard cock, according to one rather righteous female, asserting the ‘feminist prerogative’ (cos there’s only one you know!) to me, “disempowers and subjugates women everywhere”.
You know what I say? Fuck. That. Shit.
Anyone that tries to dictate to me, or to anyone else (let alone an entire gender, religion, class, sexual orientation etc etc) what you can and cannot derive pleasure, happiness or fulfilment from disempowers and subjugates the human race as a fucking whole. By attempting to impose your personal sense of right and wrong as an absolute to me, you’ve just demonstrated your narrow mindedness and hyprocrisy to me so much so that I can gaurantee your sermon will most certainly fail to shame me, let alone actually change me.
So pull your head in, or better still, push it outside the square enough to acknowledge everyone needs to live their own truth and just because yours is right for you or the group you identify with, it’s not what *every* female, male, gay, straight, young, old, christian, catholic, jew, australian, american or WHATEVER needs, wants or will choose.
Now. I am going to do my damndest to stop my perpetuation of the notion that my porn, fucks, body and desires need to be matched with non-sexual, serious, wordy and ‘intelligent’ musings in order for me to be considered a smart, well rounded, happy, proud, self respecting, feminist, empowered and worthwile woman.
I finally fucking did it.
In the almost-daylight early hours of Sunday morning, having not slept and winding down from party-time me and the boy crawled into bed for some lovin’. This had been drawn out over an afternoon and evening of trashiness at a friend’s birthday party. At one stage he and I snuck out to the car and had a mutual feel up and love-in session. So many wonderful chats, a few confessions and a whole lot of mutual love going on… Telling each other why we love each other, the things we each do that turn us on so much, how we are so dementedly happy it’s obscene – you get the idea.
We had both been wanting each other so badly, for so long, by the time I was laid back on the pillows, having shed my clothing, his hands were on my pussy and I was dripping wet. He kissed me on my mouth, on my breasts, my tummy and my thighs and had a bright light in his eyes every time he looked up at me. I don’t know if I have ever felt this amount of love for another human being in all of my life. Our arousal, our love and our bodies connected took me to a place I can only describe as higher sex.
He ate my pussy for such a long time, I moaned and thrashed and just totally lost myself in pleasure and sensation. I asked for him to put his hands inside me, he complied and as my pleasure grew and grew I needed more and more fingers. Partway through he had 4 fingers inside me, whilst mentally this was hot, it was a tight fit and he wasn’t able to rub me inside the way I wanted and he went back to 2, at this point I was about ready to explode… I was rubbing my clit furiously, which had become fucking huge and the rough rubs over my engorged clitorus and his fingers fucking me felt so incredibly good. I wanted to feel a big, full, dirty orgasm and decided to add my new butt toy to the mix.
It is by far the largest thing that has ever gone in my ass and after lubing it up, he slid it into me so easily I began to consider asking him to fuck my ass. I was pondering this idea, running this little fantasy over in my mind with a blue bumpy silicone toy in my ass, his fingers in my pussy and my hand roughly rubbing over my clit.
I came all over. It is the only way I can describe the orgasm. It was intense, but not too much so, no involuntary jerking, flailing or twitching just big, beautiful rolls of orgasm sweeping down and through me. I think I came for quite a bit longer than I usually do. As I came I pushed the butt toy out of me, but as is our mutually enjoyable preference he kept his fingers in me as I came and in my afterglow he slowly slid them out to taste me.
He was kneeling on all fours over me and kissing me when I realised I felt a pent up fluid feeling in my vagina. I knew that if I could make myself come again I would be able to expel that fluid. So I began rubbing down my clit, rhythmically rubbing over and over, the feeling of pent up fluid grew and grew, there were a few times when this feeling was ‘i need to pee-like’ but on the whole it was intensely pleasurable. He was still hovering over me, I was lightly grasping his forearm.
I believe this wank was somewhat short and when I did come I ejaculated. I squirted a whole fuck load of fluid out of me.
He exclaimed and dropped back to watch, I kept rubbing my clit and would let the fluid build up and with a squeeze I’d squirt again and holy fucking shit every time I expelled ejaculate it felt like a big squelchy orgasm. I kept going, rubbing my clit and touching the fluid coming out of me, rubbing it over my clit and squirting more. He was lowering his face to my pussy and I was squirting on his face, he opened his mouth and ate my cum.
Every time I thought I had nothing left to squirt, I would be able to keep on going.
He wanted to fuck, so we pulled off his clothes and he lay back. I straddled him and slid his cock inside me and I fucked him with total abandon, only stopping when I once again orgasmed and ejaculated all over his cock, my fluid pooling on his belly. I squirted multiple times on him, before switching to being on all fours with him fucking me from behind. I asked him to come in me, he fucked me harder and faster til he came, I promptly orgasmed again and squirted his and my cum all over him and my bed.
I sat up on my knees and rubbing my clit pushed big, wet drops out of me and down onto my bed. It sounded like rain on my taunt bedsheets.
After this I lay down exhausted, finally spent of all my liquid.
I could of cried I felt so fucking happy.
Me and my boy lay in my big puddle and held each other.
On Sunday night I achieved an orgasm lying on my tummy. 10 points awarded to me for excellentness!
This is the first time I have ever been able to come in this position! I often masturbate on my stomach because it feels good, but I can wank for as long as I like because I generally can’t come like that.
Albeit, this particular orgasm was somewhat assisted…
After a lazy day of reading, eating and several rounds of sexual adventure with my man, I settled in to watch porn on my laptop and drink vodka. I was lying on my tummy on his bed, laptop in front of me and egg vibe in my trousers. For some period of time I enjoyed working myself into a lather, watching vids, exploring kink.com a bit and going back to touching myself.
There was an offer of assitance that I gladly accepted. He had been playing with my ass throughout the day, teasing me, but there was no penetration as his index fingernail was quite sharp. Nails had now been trimmed and the sensation and desire to be penetrated had been building all day. Whilst I was furiously grinding down on my egg vibe, a slippery warm finger was inserted into me. Slowly and gently and I swear to Babs nothing going into my butt has ever felt that good before. It was the most pleasurable and phenomonal feeling.
I’m pretty sure I was a gibbering mess by then, I do know that by that point I was fully naked and being quite demanding. I wanted more fingers in more places.
I reached my absolute pinnacle with 3 fingers in my pussy, 1 in my ass and a egg vibe, turned up all the way, on my clit.
One long, large, glorious orgasm was had. My hips were bucking down into the bed involuntarily and so I ended up a little closer to the bedhead than when I started but no injuries thankfully.
Tummy orgasm ftw.
The ABC documentary on how censorship is making a generation of women cut off their lady bits.
Warning: this is totally fucked. You should watch it, but it may emotionally scar you irrevocably .
The video clip might interest you
me: I have no audio on my work pc
Andrew: Definately worth watching
Discussing whether censorship rules in Australia are distorting people’s view of waht ‘normal’ female gentalia is
Leading to an increase in labiaplasty
Actually includes some detail of the procedure too…
me: Ahhh, yes I’ve seen that
It was featured on BeautifulAgony.com overkill blog
But thank you
Has always bothered me
I used to occasionally buy the m15 and r versions of the same edition of penthouse to put them side by side
me: Censorship is fucked. Let alone censorship that makes young girls think their genitals are abnormal to the point of surgical alteration
Really really boils my blood
I think it also distorts men’s view as well
me: Oh course it does! But at the same time if you are exposed to enough real womens vulvas guys get an opportunity to see different types.
Women in general, don’t get exposed to a heap of vag’s, except in pron
Andrew: Gerneally though, prono is stylised to be what you’re supposed to think is attractive:
and a featureless cleft
I remember for a while there it was hard to find anything other than a blonde in porno
Definately make you wonder if likeing brunettes better is strange
me: Laf. That’s why brunettes and esp gingers make a killing when they get into making films. The market was starving, for a long time, for something different.
speaking of censorship, the woman who does the ‘show us your tits’ project (world acclaimed art project) had breast feeding images censored by facebook
she went on abc radio to talk about it and now it’s gone worldwide
cop that facecrack!
I really wish western society would get over this whole boobs/vag/penis/sex is bad thing
Voilence is bad but we can watch that on TV all day
When did we get all victorian?
There was a teensy bit of liberation for a while there
But the churchies dealt with that
we are adults ffs
I resent my government deciding what I am allowed to watch, download and what I show my kids
Andrew: I just watched a doco on donkey fucking in northern columbia
I’m pretty sure that kind of thing wouldn’t be allowed through the new filter
But it deals with something that I’m pretty sure happens here
Andrew: And everywhere there are men and animals
me: Don’t give people information, it will give them ‘ideas’ or corrupt children. It’s happening anyways! Why not bring it out in the open!
Andrew: (Incidentally, someone sent me the link after discussing ass vs donkey and tapping ass)
Andrew: Interesting 15 minutes
I now know more about it than I really needed to maybe but at least I’m informed now
Has changed my view
So maybe that was a good thing
me: That’s just it! You should have the right to access information and make YOUR mind up about it
Andrew: preeching to the choir
me: I know
I just get really passionate about this stuff…
It’s why I mentioned it
(originally, way, way up there ^)
me: You know me well.