There has always been something sexy about a man in uniform. For my generation, that thigh-clenching response was firmly embedded in our sexual subconsicous from the moment Richard Gere strode up to Debra Winger dressed in full navy dress, swung her up in his arms and carried her away. The way his strong shoulders looked in those whites, the way they hugged his cute little butt… but I...
Finally, after a loooong dry spell, I’ve added two new stories to the site. The first, Naughty Note, was just a little bit of fluff, partly written nearly a year ago when exchanging some naughty emails with a nice gentleman who also writes erotica. No, that’s not his email… it was completely made up. But the rest of the story is pretty similar to my response to him. You’ll...
It’s a very cool word. Rubenesque. According to Mirriam-Webster, it means: suggestive of the painter Rubens or his works – plump or rounded usually in a pleasing or attractive way (a Rubenesque figure). What it all boils down to is that women didn’t always have to be stick figures to be considered sensual and attractive. For those of us with a few extra curves, this bit of...
After all the erotica I’ve read (my shelves are full to bursting with the stuff) you’d think I wouldn’t run across anything that titillated and surprised me. Arouse, sure – these books are wonderful mind candy. But to run across something, particularly of the vanilla variety, that I’d never read, that made my thighs clench over and over and the slit in between weep...
I’m starting to like The Position more and more. They’ve got some good stuff there. And in my never-ending quest for literate and intelligent sex writing on the web, that’s a Good Thing. Case in point: this month’s Dick-tionary. Reminds me an awful lot of The Book of the Penis by Maggie Paley that I’ve been reading recently. Fun facts for those who love (and love to...
I warned her. That’s all I can say. Months ago, Bast (at my never-ending encouragement – ok, some might call it harassing) picked up the very same little silver bullet that rocked my world. And when my little bullet bit the dust (overuse, you say? Bah! no such thing) I warned her the same thing would happen to her. As you might recall, I went out and promptly picked up the Space...
Of all the places in the world I’ve wanted to go, of all the events I’ve wanted to see, being in Rio during Carnival has always been one of the most pervasive. I’d love to see Egypt, sure, for the pyramids. Ditto to Rome for the Coliseum. But Carnival – it’s for the sex and the music and the sex and the dancing and the sex and the freedom and the sex. Nothing seems...
For the first time in quite a while, I ran across something of interest at Salon. It’s tough, I know, to come up with something fascinating every single day about sex. Some days there’s just nothing new to say. But I digress. This article is about lube. The fun of lube, the importance of lube. It recommends using it every time you have sex. I have to admit, even with my love of lubes...
Contraception. Maybe it’s because it’s such an awful, long, ugly word. Or maybe it’s because it can bring the whole gamut of human reality into play – life, death, sickness, health. Whatever the reason, people hate to think about contraception. They hate to deal with it. They hate discussing it. And all this hate and fear and discomfort often leads to avoidance, taking...
Most of the people who know me in life assume that if I were to get “into” (their emphasis, not mine) BDSM that I would be a dominant. It’s a reasonable enough thesis – I tend to be fairly (ahem) assertive in my day-to-day life. I’ve been at least an equal if not the stronger person in each of my major relationships throughout my life – with my parents...