I'm taking a little time off...and that gives me an opportunity to direct you to other worthy reading sites, like Liz Weber's blog.
Liz is head bartender at my favorite hang-out bar Maxie's Grill and a terrific writer. I love her travel stories, her posts on Hunkmania and everything on her blog.
Catch up with Liz.
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[For a suggestion on how to use those pearls, see "Is He Blow Job Worthy?"]
LIPS TO STICK
Brown Sugar kisses from your Forehead to the middle of your SoulNatural color to the complexion of your skin
Caramel he looks tasty & I waiting for that moment for him to taste me
A Stick that looks ohhhhhhhh so Beautiful
Imaging the Love behind the Essence of the Joy Stick
The Joy, I'd love to smear my Lipstick & Rock with it
Cinnamon Stick, brown sugar Love
Imaging our burning desire that meets Heat
Passion be the Love from Our lips of a passionate Kiss
Working your mind overtime to a place where my Lips stick & kisses meets the Beauty shot of your Sticky spot
Ohhh, I nuture your imagnation as I speed the strokes
Mind Blowing, slow slow slowwww it down
My Lipstick smeared, feel the Energy in the Air
Charge the battery its your turn to return the love
Loving your Lips when you make it Stickyyyy
Numbers appear as we blow each others minds to ecstasy
Craving to Ride the Joy of your Cinnamon Stick & sprinkle Brown Sugar Love
On Top of it
Backshots speed up
Let's not waste no more time
Continue but go Slow
My other lips want to Squeeze & breath
To inhale & exhale
Intimacy, sexually
I crave you as you crave me
Explosions, I am explodingggg
Eyes rolling
Overloading & you continue to move your lips & stick them in a place where your face is familiar
Let me face the mirror
I see a shadow of you as I turn your mind upside down
Your stick has my mind spinning around, pouring rain love goes smack while ur inside & out
Grab my Hair, guide my hips
Lips to Lips, he silenced me wit a kiss
ohhhhhhhh, Lips to Stick
----SjoThePoet
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.......from Kimmie, Lindsey (our amazing IT babe), Mary (SexyPrime's godmother and first true fan), everyone at Quiver Books and ME--the merriest of holidays, however you celebrate them.
I've been getting to know some of you this year through your emails and Facebook messages and participation in the surveys--and I love you! Keep reading, keep writing. I have the best readers in blogdom. If you haven't befriended me (and Quiver Books) on Facebook, please do.
Don't forget to listen to me on Playboy radio at 1 (repeated at 6) this afternoon!
And Babeland is still celebrating the 12 Days of Christmas, with a special each day.
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Wednesday, I will be a guest on Chip Rowe's interview show. He's the Playboy Advisor--and one of the most sexually well-informed people on the planet. Check out his blog on Playboy.com for more info.
The interview is already taped--so I can tell you with confidence that it's a good one.
Photo Credit: "Sexy Legs" by Stacey
A lot of questions this week on Christmas gifts! My best advice: Buy my books and go to Babeland for sex toys. If you haven't visited the site lately, you've missed some new luxury vibes. So, shop.
Q. "I broke up with a great guy a few years ago because I thought I was in love with someone else. It didn't work out. I keep thinking about this guy and all the special things he did to my body. He had this move with his tongue, swirling and then reverse swirling. I masturbate thinking about it. I hear he is dating someone, but it's okay to call him isn't it, as long as he's not married?" Christina, 31.
A. Ah, yes, the ex always seem better in retrospect. My pal Dave Bergen has a name for this syndrome: Boomerang Love. He says that several ex-girlfriends have come back after breaking up with him for other men. "It doesn't last long and is never as intense as the first time around," he reports. Dave is exactly the kind of guy that women would remember fondly: sexy, killer blue eyes, funny, sweet. He's the manager at Angelo & Maxies (Park Ave and 19th). Look him up. Or look for someone like him. Leave the ex alone.
Q. Why is holiday sex so disappointing? We've been married four years and generally the sex is good to great. But it always sucks over the holidays, including New Year's Eve. What's up with that? How can we fix it?" Jennie and Michael, mid-thirties.
A. Drink less? Eat less? Spend less time with your families? Everything that defines the holidays also inhibits sexual expression among the married. But New Year's Eve should be a sexy night if you reign in the alcohol consumption. Otherwise, happy January 2nd. And isn't everything about the holidays ultimately disappointing when you think about it?
Q. I am dating a man who meets all my criteria for a husband. He is handsome, tall, successful, well-mannered and he loves his mother, but not too much. The sex is boring! I don't like the way he kisses or performs cunnilingus--and that is just for starters. Can you teach a man to be a better lover?" Amy, 37.
A. Yes, if he wants to learn. Telling him he needs lessons may not make him amenable to taking them. Suggest that the two of you try some new sex positions and techniques. Bring home a copy of The Sex Bible for Women and share it with him. There are directions for cunnilingus and fellatio (including The Basic Black Dress of Blow Jobs), the basic sex positions with variations--and much more. Always ask for what you want, rather than criticizing what he does.
Take charge of the sex in ways that "teach" him. See directions for The Red Heels Kiss. Instead of telling him, "You don't kiss me the way I like"--take his face in your hands and show him how to do it.
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I should have told you sooner: Babeland has a special deal for each of the twelve days of Christmas. Each deal only lasts one day.
Today: free shipping.
I hated to see The Perfect Storm conclude--but it is a great ending. Give yourself a treat. Go back to Part One and read each chapter again. I've done it. Twice. Okay, three times....
The Perfect Storm - The Conclusion
She had so many memories from so many nights. And now here they were, months later, at six in the morning, tangled in the sheets, bruises slowly gaining color. The sun was already peeking in through the edges of the window shades. She could see in the dim light that his chest had several raw red marks that probably came from her fingernails, and there was water dripping from the bedside table onto the floor where they’d knocked over a glass. Condom wrappers were scattered all over the floor and her hair was a rat nest on the back of her head. Their wine glasses and two empty bottles were tossed into a pile of towels in the corner.
She leaned back against the wall. What a night. She rubbed her neck absently, suddenly jerking her hand back as her fingers ran over a sore spot. She gently reached back again. It felt hot, too. She smiled to herself. That was likely from all the knawing on her neck that he’d been doing. She was probably black and blue from her hairline down to her shoulders, or would be soon. He did love to chew on her. She ran her hand around to the nape of her neck. Yup, it was tender. She ran her nails lightly back and forth over the raw skin, remembering him there.
She stretched her legs out straight, exhaling at how stiff her knees felt. She grinned. She’d spent quite a bit of time on her knees in the past hours. She looked down at his sleeping body, sprawled over most of the bed, flat on his stomach, one leg bent up. She could just see the tip of his cock peeking out from under his thigh. She reached out and patted it. He had such a nice body. She ran her hand up and down his leg and over his ass. He stirred a little, so she stopped. No need to wake him. He’d been a busy man since she arrived.
She grabbed the fitted sheet off the floor and stretched out next to him, pulling it over her. His body was radiating heat. She snuggled in next to him, picking his arm up and draping it over her chest. His hand reflexively tightened around her breast for a moment, then relaxed. She lay there on her back, watching his face as he slept. She lifted one hand to brush the hair off his face and his hand tightened again. She felt a rush of blood and heat head downwards. Good grief, she thought to her body. Really? After the night we just had, you still want more? Greedy bitch. She lifted the sheet and moved slightly so that his fingertips we touching her bare nipple. Nice. Her glutton of a crotch was still swelling. She shook her head. No way. It was ridiculous. There was no way she could want more. She should be worn out. They had been fucking for hours. Hours, she repeated to her body. It surged in response.
She gave up. One hand sneaked its way down between her legs. She watched his face closely. Scenes from the past few hours ran through her mind. She moved gently and slowly, careful to not wake him. God, what a night. She closed her eyes, remembering the feel of him on her, against her, in her. She remembered his hands, his fingers, his tongue, his cock. She saw pictures in her mind of her ass in the air, being on her knees, having her ankles behind her head. Her body remembered with her.
Then there was another hand with hers. She opened her eyes to see his face right next to hers, his eyes still closed, a small smile on his lips. He grabbed one hip and pulled her in closer to him. He took her hand and wrapped it around his hardening cock, then moved his own back to her. She leaned her face foward and kissed him. He smiled and whispered, “Lay back.” She smiled, too, and settled into the pillow, closing her eyes.
Softy, gently, quietly, they loved each other. He could be so beautifully ferocious, and so amazingly tender. His hands, which had made parts of her red and swollen the night before, were now using the lightest touch on her most sensitive parts, making her breath come long and deep. Each gentle stroke of his fingers ran shivers down her arms.
He took her hand off him and put it back between her legs, leaving his own hand over hers, their fingers entwined. She took up where he left off, loving the weight and feel of his hand touching hers. Together they finished what she’d started, sending gentle, calming waves of bliss through her body, allowing it settle and relax.
He hugged her to him and burrowed into her neck, smiling as he fell back asleep. She smiled sleepily, finally calm, finally restful. He was so warm and the bed was so soft and she was so tired. What a wonderful man this was wrapped around her. She tucked one hand in between his thighs and closed her eyes, her mind empty, her body done for now. All she could think was sleep, and it was so good. There would be more between them another time. Oh yes, there would be more.
The Sex Bible for Women is out in paperback—and it is gorgeous!
Once again, I thank everyone at Quiver Books for the love and care that they put into producing these amazing books. Nobody does elegant, erotic and sophisticated sex books like Quiver. My Quiver titles are my legacy.
Inspired by the huge popularity of The Basic Black Dress of Blow Jobs, I'm creating a series of Essential Sexual Skills, comparing the techniques to the essentials of a woman's wardrobe. See #1, the BBDBJ, I’ve adapted the kissing techniques in SBW to create:
THE RED HEELS KISS
Put on your stilettos and take charge of the kiss.
Hold his face in your hands and kiss him the way you want to be kissed.
Outline his lips with the tip of your tongue.
Explore the tip and the edges of his tongue with the tip of your tongue.
If he tries to push his tongue into your mouth, gently but firmly push his face back.
Circle the tip of his tongue with the tip of yours.
Repeat the above moves—and repeat again.
When you are aroused, thrust the tip of your tongue in and out of his mouth in a rhythmic, stabbing movement. Your lips are passionately locked, but your tongues are not wrestling for control of the shared space. It’s yours.
If he’s a fast learner, he will pick up the movement and give it right back to you.
Take one hand off his face and caress his neck.
Let your hand run up and down his body as the kissing heats up.
Take his face in your hands again and run the tip of your tongue in circles just inside his lips. Tease those lips again and again with the circling tip of your tongue—the way you tease the head of his penis in the silken swirl.
Suck his lips gently, one at a time.
Now melt into his arms and let him do you.
I apologize for posting this so late. Busy weekend that somehow spilled over into Monday. And then there was the wine with Dave last night....
Q. "I have had the most disappointing sex with new lovers lately. Three of them. Sexy, hot guys. But the sex was boring, including my part in it. I am much better than that! What's wrong? Am I losing my edge? Have I lost the ability to make good choices?" Jennie, 33.
A. You are ignoring the importance of sexual chemistry. We've all done that. The man is hot; and you are horny--and those numbers should add up. But if you aren't very attracted to him, they don't. Pay closer attention to the signals your body is sending. If it's not telling you, Yes, I want this guy now--then you don't. You're trying to make him fit. Read about Nerve Zero in The Sex Bible for Women. It's an olfactory nerve that goes straight into the brain. Not every hot guy tickles your nerve.
Q. "I had sex with a guy in the women's room of a restaurant this weekend. It was after hours; he's the manager. I work in the neighborhood. Today, I heard that he was bragging about the episode and identifying me as 'some waitress in the neighborhood.' I feel disrespected. What do you think?" Lena, 29.
A. I think that alcohol or drugs were involved. Right?
If you got what you wanted from the encounter and you used a condom--who cares whether he respected you the next day or not? And maybe he said 'some waitress in the neighborhood' to protect your privacy. Generally speaking, such encounteres don't have a lot to do with respect.
I only have sex in a restaurant bathroom with a lover who is picking up the dinner check--and would book a hotel suite if I asked for that.
Q. "I have occasional sex with an old girlfriend who likes it rough. She's submissive with me though she says she is sometimes dominant with other men. I'd like her to be a little dominant with me. How do I get that to happen?" John, 37.
A. I put your question to a woman who is generally submissive but can switch. She says: Speak up. If she accidentally bumps or hits you, say, "I like some of that." Otherwise, tell her: "I'd like you to be more aggressive too."
She gets her boyfriend to be aggressive with her by pinching. slapping, biting him.
"I go after him and then he gives it back," she says.
Tell your woman that you want to role play this little game.
