The official word is out, and it’s heartening to behold. The caloric content of semen is something I’ve joked around with my girlfriends for years. Somewhere along the line I got it in my head that it was around 75 calories. I thought this was A Good Thing. After all, what’s 75 calories in the… Continue reading How many calories does semen have?
I’m not a tease, per se, but I do love teasing. A “tease” is someone who promises one thing but doesn’t deliver. Teasing, to me, just means building anticipation until its reaches a peak, then delivering on your promises. I think it’s a highly underrated sexual technique; it’s really an excellent method that “travels well”… Continue reading Why I am a cock-tease
You know, when I run across something that has a potential to infuriate me and fill me with righteous indignation, I should know better than to read it. I should click a link, do a search, walk away from the computer altogether. But I can’t. Just like anti-porn activists seem to be helplessly drawn to pornography again… Continue reading Why porn is good!
We were friends, business associates. Nothing more. I’d never thought of you this way before tonight. Suddenly, I couldn’t meet your eyes across the table and not think of you in this new, incredibly exciting way. I looked across the table at you and smiled to myself. You looked so stuffy. Your tie, perfectly knotted… Continue reading The subway
Your voice came through the phone at me and touched me like a lover. “I’ve left something special for you in your desk drawer – a little gift.” I never intended to have an affair. It was never my intention at all. But here I was, a married woman, being unfaithful to my husband in… Continue reading Lovers, part one: the gift
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 war
Naked, kneeling, wrists bound behind my back, I rub my cheek against him. He is so hard. I catch the slightest whiff of scent – that wonderful scent that all men exude – and I begin to salivate. I can feel the wetness between my open thighs as I turn my head and slide my… Continue reading The first time I submitted to a man (Part 3)
No news to anyone who’s been reading this diary for a while that I love fingers. Love isn’t even really the right word – I worship it. It is, bar none, the sexiest thing ever invented (to me) and it can be done in so many different ways and places that it’s just… ummmm. 🙂… Continue reading The 101 of fingering
I found an older article on Salon called I Wanna Hold Your Hand. My confession, then: I have gone to bed with men, in part, for the beauty or agility or originality of their hands. Some women fall for the curve of a thigh, the slope of a shoulder, the broad welcoming plane of a chest.… Continue reading Handy men
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… Continue reading Circling the clit the right way
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