I’ve received several letters lately wondering where the Muse has gone. Those of you who’ve been reading my diary for a while might remember that the Muse used to make cameo appearances here in the diary (and in the stories) from time to time. Frankly, I was a little amazed that anyone paid enough attention… Continue reading The muse is gone
I mentioned a while back that about 3% of men (according to an article on The Position‘s web site) can suck their own cock, but I’d never seen it, except in one photo that I swear was manipulated digitally to make it appear so. Browsing through some of the offerings at Jane’s Guide this morning, I ran across… Continue reading Can you suck yourself?
For days now, I’ve been thinking about the concept of denial. Sometimes we deny ourselves things, deliberately or by chance. Sometimes other people deny us things, deliberately or by chance. And sometimes it’s chance itself that denies us. It’s been a big denial week for me.1. I’ve been (deliberately) denying myself my bullets, masturbating only… Continue reading Why orgasm denial can be good
Ananova reported a while ago that a sex shop in Switzerland will be closed to male customers one day a week, to allow their female visitors the chance to shop for their sex toys in relative privacy without having to endure the glances and drool (read: sturm und drang) of men. Not a bad idea, I’ve gotta… Continue reading Sex shops for women
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… Continue reading Men in uniform
I remember with misty fondness the year I discovered the web, more than five years ago. I gorged myself on the offerings of the meagre web, spending hundreds of hours online, determined to see each and every web site there was to see. Yahoo (still housed on Standford’s servers) was a staple of my life.Over… Continue reading I’m in love
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… Continue reading Rubenesque women
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… Continue reading Important penis facts
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… Continue reading Victim of the vaginal wars
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… Continue reading 3 lubes for fun from behind
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