SexyPrime, a blog by Susan Crain Bakos

THE RETURN OF GREEN PORNO, Or, What's Not To Like About Isabella Rossellini Surrounded By Six Foot Paper Penises?

"Green Porno" starring Isabella Rossellini returns to the SundanceChannel.com on April 1st.

I never had any interest in the details of earthworm (or fly or snail or whatever) copulation until Isabella dressed up in costumes and demonstrated.  A highlight of the forthcoming second season:  Surrounded by 22 paper penises,ranging up to six feet in length, she reads her own poem, a Darwinian ode to the animal vagina.

An excerpt:

"...Different penises

"All trying to get as close as possible to my eggs.

"I will develop a tunnel and it will be a labyrinth.

"It will be species-specific

"So I am not screwed by a bear..."

You don't want to miss that.

THE POWER CAT: The Cougar's Female Superior Position

"Men love that she’s sexy, in control and secure with herself. They’re drawn to her confidence, sexual experience, and sex appeal. They are aroused by the fact that she’s less inhibited and more sexually mature than women their own age. She knows what she wants and likes in bed, and she’s not afraid to show him." - Dr. Yvonne K. Fulbright, sex educator, author and funder of Sexality Source Inc. on the appeal of the Cougar for younger men.

My pal Steve Otero at Sexy Spirits sent me Dr. Fulbright's article on Cougars.  She came to the U.S. from Iceland; and her Scandanavian sensibility--an openness about sexuality--is obvious in her writing.  I like her!  And she inspired me to create a new version of the female superior position.  (You don't have to be a Cougar to do it.)

Don't just make love to him.  Consume him.

THE POWER CAT

If you can pull this off without feeling silly, hold your hands up in front of you like cat’s paws, claw the air and purr. Tease him by flashing your genitals at him before you undress slowly.  Let him see you strap on a little sweetheart vibe.

If he isn't hard, suck his cock long enough to get him there.  

Push your man down on his back and straddle him, assuming a prowling stance—kneeling on all fours over him with your knees near his hips.

Use your claws lightly and sparingly on his chest and thighs.

Lower your face and breasts to his chest, grazing his nipples with yours.

Purr while you lick and gently bite his chest, neck and finally his lips. Circle your tongue around his as you continue to hold him down.

Spread your legs wider so your hips are near his, and your vagina touches his penis.

Move your hips back and forth, rubbing your labia on his shaft to arouse him and to stimulate your clitoris.

Guide his penis into your vagina with one hand.  Keep the other on his shoulder, holding him down.

After a few moments of intercourse, climb off him, leaving him begging for more.

Lie beside him and tease him by rubbing your body against his.

Then pounce on him again and resume intercourse. (By interrupting your lovemaking with more cat play, you help him delay ejaculation, making his orgasm feel stronger.)

THE KINKY DECADE: Alex Zola Reflects On His Thirties And Figures Out Why He's Not Married At 40

Photo Credit:  Alex throws down three card monte in Manhattan by Karen Sterling.

Other men have told me similar stories about dating in the city, but only Alex is bold enough to go on record. Here he is in our fourth interview which may be the nadir of his sex life. (Soon I will be asking for donations to the Buy Alex A Date fund.) Alex Zola, writer/bartender and blogger (The Zola System), is one of those guys some girl would have married a decade ago back in the Midwest—had he not been mired in increasingly frustrating dating in Manhattan.

When he came to the city as an 18 year old freshman, New York University, he reveled in “a target rich environment, beautiful girls everywhere, why choose one?” In the past decade, he’s had one relationship with the potential for marriage. She broke up with his voice mail two days after breaking their date for New Year’s Eve. (While he was at work, she picked up the things she’d left in his apartment, including some Christmas gifts to him, and dropped off the keys with the doorman—all a fait accompli as she left the voice message.)

Other than that one foray into “serious relationship”, he’s been a provider of kinky acts for the women who love them. Yes, women ask to be spanked, whipped, paddled, choked, fisted, tied up—in one case, she begged him to chain her to the radiator in his apartment room and leave. Women control the sex scene in the city. We go after what (and whom) we want; and a lot of women are at least a little bit kinky.

But my first question to Alex is:

Why is that what you have attracted for a decade? There are still women out there who want to have oral sex and intercourse, with perhaps an occasional slap to the ass.

Alex: I honestly don’t know. I tried having the “Into Kink” tattoo removed from my forehead. Apparently that didn’t work. About that girl and the radiator: It was May, not heating season. And she was on Real Sex 28. She was hot, an erotic performance artist.

Susan: Not gonna’ let you get off with that “I don’t know how the kinky girls find me” explanation!

Alex: It could be the energy that people radiate. I must give off a vibe.

Susan: Yes, I think so. You’re a little bit misogynist. Women who want to be disciplined tap into that. On the other hand, women like the one you briefly considered marrying don’t pick up that vibe. She was a dom. I remember that she left you with a memorable 112 item Honey-Do List.

Alex: She used to tell me that she was thinking of making a life with me but things had to change. So I once said to her: Choose three or four things that you want me to fix in my apartment. I’ll see if I can get them done before you come down next weekend. She gave me a Honey Do list of 112 things. Two full pages, back and front. A few small points: Change brands of toothpaste, toilet paper and soap and categorize loose change by denomination instead of throwing altogether in jar. Jesus. I was thinking I could paint and clear out one of the closets for her.

Susan: You were the odd couple, both trying to force a relationship. Frankly, I thought you were behaving like a woman, trying to make something out of clearly nothing. I remember meeting the two of you for dinner; and you had your head down most of the meal, looking miserable, while she talked about all the changes you had to make in that apartment.

Alex: I even bought some skirts, not for me, mind you. Now I wonder what the fuck I was thinking. Maybe I was afraid of ending up alone. I don’t know. There was no humor in her; and that was probably the worst thing.

Susan: After she dumped you, there’s only been the spanking girl, right?

Alex: Yes, the spanking girl and some sloppy wedding sex with a bridesmaid and a post dinner-date kiss or two. That was the Sex Life of Alex Zola, 2008.

Susan: A lot of people commented on the spanking story in an interview I did with you posted on my blog, SexyPrime. You never had “sex” with her, just a few spanking dates, one lasting two hours. Ouch!

Alex: She said, Spank me. Spank me harder. Keep spanking me. What else could I do? I’m a gentleman. I spanked her. She told me that she gets nauseous when she gets close to somebody.

Susan: Ah, ha! There’s an obvious disconnect between two people if the entirety of their sexual expression is spanking (or any other single kinky act.) Her acknowledgement of nausea is telling. Did you ever make her throw up?

Alex: She threw up once; and she hadn’t been drinking that much. We made out for an hour and a half, I spanked her for two hours and as I tried to undress the rest of her—she got up, went into the bathroom and vomited. I thought: Boy, I have to hit the gym if I’m having this effect on women.

Susan: She threw up when you took off your clothes?

Alex: No. But it did make me think about what her gag reflex might be like.

Susan: No BJs? [Alex shakes his head: No.] Did you ever get to see her breasts?

Alex: Yes, I did.

Susan: Was that the last time you saw her?

Alex: Yes. As I left she said, “I’m going to be mean to you now.” It’s sad that she can’t make a human connection beyond having someone whack her rear end.

Susan: Oh, my, Alex, when did you get into this pattern of being a kink provider for women?

Alex: The Real Sex girl. She was into whipping. I used a belt. She gave me a paddle once. She called it “getting a beating.” One time after a wedding, we were in a cab and she said, “Alex, I need a beating. Do it here.”

Susan: A lot of guys would have paid the cab driver and gotten out. What did you do?

Alex: I spanked her. When she asked, “Why am I bad?” I said, “Jesus, you’re bad because if you wanted me to do this in a cab, you could have worn a skirt not jeans.” The poor cabbie was from Pakistan or India and dumbfounded.

Susan: So. The experience left you hungry for more kinky women?

Alex: When I was younger, I thought I was being open to the experience. I thought I was having adventures. Now, I wonder if there is more, a different kind of adventure out there.

Susan: The culture supports these kinky, limited activity hook ups. They seem deadening. On the other hand, the culture also supports endless yammering about soul mate intimacy—and I find that stultifying.

Alex: The new technological age is supposed to keep us closer in touch, but it has dehumanized us more, put more walls up. Instead of sitting down and really getting to know somebody, you choose an act, advertise, meet someone interested in same act, have a drink, commit said act and leave.

Susan: Exclusively limiting your sex life to one activity—intercourse missionary style or spanking—is not adventurous. The missionary folk consider themselves more righteous than the rest of us while the spankers think they are edgy. They’re all playing it safe, as they define “safe.” No risk-takers here.

Alex: I would agree with that. The kink-as-sex-life strategy backfires if you are interested in meeting somebody. You’ve become addicted to a singular act. That act is what you’re looking for, which limits your partner options.

Susan: The big sex trends of the last decade and more: Kink and heterosexual anal intercourse. (Well, there’s Cougars and Bi Girls, but we’ll save your thoughts on that for another day.) Is anal one of your fantasies/fetishes?

Alex: No. If Tucker Max has taught us anything, it’s that people really don’t know about anal sex. The way that most people commit the act—no preparation and after wining and dining, no less!—they run the risk of causing damage to her rectum and their sheets.

Susan: Yes, I periodically run my anal sex preparedness lecture on the blog. It seems to me that men (and women) Gen X and younger are more limited in their sexual expression than previous generations. Kink and anal.

Alex: As you have pointed out, sexuality in the city is highly feminized. The scene is run by women.

Susan: So don’t blame men? Maybe women’s responses developed, in part, as a reaction to male sexuality. What about the impact of 24 porn on the male sensibility? Men watch porn and think that they can “just slip it into” her anal opening as easily as her vaginal opening—and, she loves it! And the cock comes out clean!

Alex: Maybe women are influenced by porn too. Story: Recently in a bar, a girl came up to me and asked, “Can I confide in you?” I thought: She must know I’m a bartender and she wants to tell me her break up story. We chatted a bit. She said, “I’m a practicing auto-erotic.” I was gun shy to do anything else with her. I didn’t want to end up like Robert Chambers.

Susan: (LOL) Do you have any interest in vanilla sex now?

Alex: In the past decade, it’s all been very kinky. Women have one kinky act that they want practiced upon them. I play the facilitator, the blank canvas on which they paint. I did meet one normal woman and brought her back home from a date with me. She peed on the floor of my lobby; we didn’t make it upstairs. I asked her to clean up her mess and put her in a cab and sent her home.

Susan: Ah, dating in the city. Is this what happens to men who’ve remained single too long? Years ago, I told you that you were behind the curve, that you should have been in your starter marriage, having your first affair. When people wait too long to get married, they grow rigid. And odd. And cranky. And neurotic. It doesn’t matter if the marriage lasts or not. The marriage inoculates you against becoming a curmudgeonly, misogynistic old bachelor.

Alex: I should be married. When I was feeling depressed about being dumped at New Year’s, I made the mistake of Googling my first love Amanda, now an attorney working for a firm in Midtown. Well, it turns out that Amanda had gone off and gotten herself married back in 2005. It was a really nasty knock, the kind that leaves you winded with your stomach in knots wondering if therapy might be in order. I tried to be rational. We hadn't talked in 14 years or seen each other in 10. Why should I be upset? But I was. I felt like a car that had been blown into a mobile home by a tornado that came out of nowhere. I soldiered on, figuring the whole thing would blow over in a few days.

Susan: And it’s still a sore spot? [He nods in the affirmative.] I guess that surprises me because you haven’t had more close marriage calls. What’s up with that?

Alex: In this bartender’s opinion, I blame the internet. Or Cosmo. A lot of things started going wrong for me when I picked up an issue of Cosmo.

For more commentary on why men aren’t getting laid and what’s wrong with New York City, read The Zola Interviews on SexyPrime.

Part One:

http://sexyprime.typepad.com/sexyprime/2009/03/the-zola-interview-alex-explains-why-the-new-angry-white-male-is-just-a-little-bit-angry-why-women-w.html

Part Two:

http://sexyprime.typepad.com/sexyprime/2009/03/the-zola-interview-part-two-alex-explains-why-he-walks-the-city-at-nightand-tells-us-what-he-finds-o.html

Part Three:

http://sexyprime.typepad.com/sexyprime/2009/03/the-zola-interview-alex-explains-the-greatest-undiscovered-fuckups-of-his-generation.html   

CLAIMING PLEASURE: How Women Are Re-Inventing Themselves Through Sex

In the past months, I have heard from women who experienced first orgasms at 35, 40, 50 and beyond--women who discovered their inner doms or subs after years, sometimes decades, of vanilla sex--women having affairs or leaving their husbands for younger men or other women--women taking off in any number of new sexual directions, including masturbating with vibes.

As young as 25, as old as 65, they are re-inventing themselves through sex.

Traditionally, women have explored self re-invention through cosmetic surgery, exercise, a new career path, adult education, spirituality/religiosity, the pursuit of travel or immersion in the arts--while men got a new car and a hot new, younger babe to put in it.  (Or, begged their wives to go to swing parties.)  The male path to self re-invention:  Recapture youth.

Sexuality has long been a somewhat acceptable vehicle for self re-invention—as long as the "self" was a man.  Now the midlife man leaving his wife for a much younger woman, for example, is a cultural cliché.  The big story is women leaving men for other women.  (I wrote about O magazine in "So....That Bi-Girl Things Is More Than A Phase".)  Women are, in fact, pushing the relationship envelope in many ways.

Swingers, the polyamorous, adulterous lovers, BDSM players, men and women who leave their long-term marriages—they are all in search of a more intensely realized self through sexuality.  Increasingly, women are the catalysts of this change in long-term monogamous relationships. She's the one with nipple clamps in hand saying, "Hey, let's try something new."

Why search for the sexual "new?"

Sex is that important.  Many people don't acknowledge that it is in this sex-negative culture where the quest for "hot monogamy"inevitably leads to disappointment--and too often eventually to the Prude Attitude.  (You know that attitude:  "I'm not enjoying sex so I don't see why anyone should.")  

The hardest task is re-inventing yourself in a long-term monogamous marriage.  That dynamic has been our paradigm, the ideal of Western and Eastern societies, hyped to the extreme in books like Hot Monogamy.  (Lifetime hot monogamy is a lie.  If you can't accept that lust will wax and wane, you're doomed to unhappiness.)  Therapist/authors deal with reality in an unreal way by exhorting us to “get emotionally naked” in our "intimacy."  Oh, yeah, yammer on endlessly about your feelings.  Strip away every vestige of mystery.  That will turn up the heat in the bedroom.

Our sexuality is intrinsic to our identity and not just a youthful pleasure.  Sexual adventurers know that.  They push the envelope, one way or another.

They claim pleasure as if their lives depended on it--because, really, they do.

Tell me your stories about claiming pleasure.  I know that your sharing them will inspire and encourage other women.

Here's a story to start:

Married at 21, a mother at 23, Patti, now 30, has been thinking about divorce since she brought her baby home from the hospital.

"The marriage was a mistake, not one of those big, awful 'He beats me' mistakes, but a small, quiet one.  Once the lust subsided, we were strangers ill-suited to one another, about to become parents together.  I looked at my parents and his parents and realized they must have started out like we did and that's how they ended up being such sexless, boring people old before their time."

Patti went back to school last year to finish her bachelors degree in psychology--and ended up in bed with one of her professors, twenty years her senior and long married.

"Omigiod, the sex was transformational!"  she says.  "Nobody had ever gone down on me like that.  His mouth and tongue did things I didn't know could be done.  I had my first oral orgasm lying on my back in a cheap hotel in Philly.  A thousand butterflies swarmed my clit and I came and came and came."

Briefly, she thought she was in love with him, he thought he was in love with her, they talked about leaving their spouses for one another.

"That didn't happen, of course.  He came to his senses first; and I cried for a few days.  My best friend talked me back to reality.  But the sex changed my life.  I bought vibes; I masturbate.  Sex with my husband is better because I keep pushing for more.

"I don't know what will happen to us but I have found my orgasm power."

A little note on Patti's story:

While I have no intention of offering "advice" at the end of these stories, I do want to point out that the lack of desire she experienced a few years into the relationship with her husband happens to all of us.  Read about The Desire Curve in The Sex Bible for Women:  Desire spikes in new relationships, remains high for 18 months to three years, then goes back down.

Babes, that is life.  You can learn how to manipulate The Desire Curve (read the book and the posts under "Sexual Desire")--but you can't live on a permanent life-time high.

LILITH RISING: PEARL NECKLACES

A little musing:

Your hands are on my shoulders

Kneading them firmly as

I sink further into the mattress

My thighs already quivering

As your skin brushes mine

 Should have known though

That the massage was just a pretense

To have me lay down

And be at your complete ravishment

However you want to play me

 Drizzling the flower scented oil

From center of my spine

Down down down

Streams running through my parted legs

To be lapped by your tongue

 And it twirls and darts

Flickering at every hot spot

Your body slides against mine

Pressing harder

Making me sweat

 Suddenly you’re in me

Strong and rough

Every thrust of your penis

Driving me further

Blissful sweet abandon

 Where else can I

Grip the bed?

Grasp the pillows

To drive me up for you to plunge?

 And so we roll

Grasping my ass

To keep pounding

Our bodies drenched in

The rousing scents of each other

 You shudder 

Matching the countless waves

I’ve already had

Moaning into my ear

Readying me

 Flipping me

Onto my back

Pulling out

Coating me

In pearl necklaces

A SHOUT-OUT TO JAMIE BUFALINO, TONY SEX COLUMNIST

A big story in the local New York City news this week highlights the risks inherent in finding your sex partners online.  WABC newsman George Weber was brutally murdered by a crazy teen who answered his craigslist ad for "rough sex."  Jamie Bufalino's sex advice column in Time Out New York went to press before the incident--but couldn't be more timely.  His answer to a young woman asking if she should go on Craigslist to find a man who would dominate her (because she is too shy to share with a man she knows) begins with:

"Okay, let's think about this for a second: You're telling me that you'd feel better about meeting a complete (possibly homicidal) stranger for some dom-sub fun than telling someone you're close to about your (perfectly unshocking) fantasies? That's some bad decision making...."

I am a big fan of Jamie's.  His answers to a variety of sex questions every week are smart, witty--and practical.  Nobody does it better.

While reassuring her that she is "not a freak," he tells the wanna-be sub how to explore her fantasies safely, in part by using Craigslist.  Email the guy whose post turns you on, he says, and get into a little online dialogue.  Make it clear you aren't looking for a hook-up.  (Pretend to be married.)  Use that same MO to initiate dialogues with other BDSM posters.

And he concludes with:

"...if you want to get a feel for how many other folks out there think like you do, keep cruising the Craigslist posts and talk to whoever will give you the time of day. Not only will this exercise provide you with tons of masturbation material, it will eventually give you enough confidence about your place in a fairly mainstream sexual community. Then you'll be able to finally fess up to a nonanonymous someone who can actually make your fantasy come true."

Jamie, this is not only good advice, but it could potentially save a life.   Love you, Babe.  Keep up the good work.

READER IN BRA, WRITING ABOUT SEX: Another New Kimmie Adventure!

Kimmie is back with new erotica!  Many people tell me that they now consider Wednesday "Kimmie Day."  I am delighted to present her once again.  She is one of the hottest writers I've read in years.  In this one, she hits a female sexual nerve:  the fantasy of having/doing two men at once.

And now:  here's Kimmie.

She was on her way to the ladies room on the other side of the bar. The tingly feel of someone looking at her made her look up suddenly. Two men were standing against the wall by the bar, looking directly at her. They all met eyes and both men smiled. She smiled back and decided to interrupt her bathroom break to stop and chat. 

 

Both men were tall and quite handsome. Andrew was lanky with light hair, wearing a sweater over dress slacks, probably having just come from work. David was shaped more like a body builder, with thick wide shoulders and a strong masculine jaw and dark hair with light eyes, like her own. His shirt stretched nicely over Rocky-like pecs and biceps. They were by far the most interesting people she'd met all night, and nice to look at, too. Conversation flowed easily and they made her laugh a lot, which she appreciated almost more than anything. Often in social situations, she found herself having to carry the conversation, but these two just relaxed right into it, like they'd all known each other forever.

 

The talk came around to sex, as it often does when pretty people meet up in bars and appreciate each other. The guys mentioned that they’d had threesomes before, with the two of them and a girl. More than once. It came from the non-compete clause in their friendship, they joked. No reason for either one to win the girl when they could BOTH win. It started with a girl who drunkenly confessed at the end of the night that she couldn’t decide which one of them to sleep with – so they gave her the option of not having to chose, which she promptly took them up on. They quickly stated for the record that they didn’t touch each other, it wasn’t like that. Of course not, she teased. It never is, is it? David looked straight into her eyes and told her that if he had her in his bed, he would have no need to touch anyone else. Her insides flipped and she felt her pulse start to beat between her legs. Damn his eyes!

 

They talked for what seemed like minutes but must have been at least a couple of hours. She’d seen some of her original group go back and forth on their ways to and from the restroom, but she made no move to rejoin them. They were new friends anyway. She didn't feel any particular obligation to them. These guys were interesting and really cute. Much better amusement than sitting at a table listening to stories about people she didn't know and probably never would. 

 

The men asked her for her own crazy stories. She laughed. With guys like these, crazy took on a whole new definition. So she told them a few of her tamer stories, which they enjoyed, but they wanted more. She noted the time – almost 2 – and informed them that it was time to wrap it up and head home. She needed to get some sleep before her daily duties demanded her attention in the morning. Andrew leaned in to kiss her goodbye, and she let him. She was pleased and, as always, somewhat surprised to find a man who could really kiss. His lips were soft but firm and gentle and promised more. She smiled and broke the contact. When she turned around to say goodbye to David, he was kissing her, too, and it was every bit as sweet and wonderful as Andrew’s had been.

 

Rational thought did not even have time to get a foothold.

 

She pulled back, looked from one to the other and mentally shrugged, laughing in her head. Here was an amazing opportunity. These guys were hot, she was intrigued and had no one to answer to. She smiled to herself. Why not? She stared at them, smile still on her face. "Alright, gentlemen. Shall we do this?" She started laughing out loud – at herself, at the serendipity of the situation and in pure delight that something so wonderful could come about so perfectly. She found them both very attractive, and they were so much fun. And they could both kiss! Indeed, why not? The two men laughed with her, wrapped their arms around her waist and all three headed to the door to catch a cab.

 

She passed her group on the way out and gave them all hugs and kept walking, answering none of their shouted questions behind her. They were no longer part of her reality that night. As she burst out the door and the cold night air slapped her face, she laughed again, just so pleased at all the fantastic things life had to offer. David walked up behind her and took her arm and they started down the street. A minute later a cab stopped next to them and the door opened to reveal Andrew. They climbed in. 

 

As the door closed, her new reality became kissing and rubbing and hands and tongues and fingers and trying not to lose her purse… it was a lot to keep track of. She closed her eyes in the moment and just felt. The warmth of four strong hands circling and cupping her breasts. Two sets of lips on her neck and arms. The constant gentle flow of hands running up and down her legs and across her stomach. The wonderful back and forth between them, kissing one, and as his lips left hers to kiss her collarbone or to suck gently at her wrist, she would turn and the other was there . They were perpetual motion, the three of them, smooth, soft and insistent. And sexy. Oh god, how sexy. She felt like silk.

 

The cabbie tried not to look, but it must have been difficult. This wasn’t the usual late-night bar-whore rut he was probably used to. This was something something beautiful. She felt like she was shining from the inside out.

 

They stopped and got out. She had no idea where she was, but the ride hadn’t seemed long from the bar, and the bar wasn’t a long walk from where her friends were. She went with the moment and followed David up the stairs with Andrew close behind her. The warmth from their two bodies and her own heat were radiating until she was sure they were glowing.

 

Inside, it all became a blur. She ran to the restroom to pee and thought momentarily, what the hell are you doing, girl? And then she started laughing again, because it was too late to worry now. She opened the door and walked out, and one of them grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the big black bed where the other was waiting. They quickly began to undress her and she managed to get out a cry for condoms and a warning that she squirts before they had her spread out on the bed, laughing delightedly at her willingness and warning all at the same time. She was nude, and they were still running their hands over her lovingly, but much more intimately now, with fingers tracing the crack of her ass, pinching her nipples and still more perfect kisses.

 

Then David was inside her, filling her, and Andrew was in her mouth and they were both talking in low voices, telling her how beautiful she was, how gorgeous she looked with both of them inside her, describing how good she felt, how her pussy was so wet and warm, how her mouth and tongue felt so good. She was almost overwhelmed with feeling, having these two large handsome men making her feel so good, touching her and talking to her and letting her know how incredible she was. She was the Goddess, the Mother Earth, the Giver of Life. She was Love.

 

She wished she could see what she looked like, spread nude on the bed with the men fucking her. She looked down the length of her naked body. Andrew's gorgeous long fingers were wrapped around her breasts, her nipples pinched between his thumb and forefinger. She watched as he relased them, then opened his hands and ran them up underneath each breast again. The skin of his hands against her torso, gently sliding over that soft sensitive area that so many men ignored, was divine. He circled each breast with his fingertips, making teasing loops around each one, getting closer and closer to the nipple, but stopping just short. She arched up toward his fingers, aching now to have them pinched and twisted, to have him take control of those nipples and give her the sweet pain that would connect her breasts to her pussy. Almost as if he read her mind, he suddenly clamped down on them, making her cry out. She pulled back, away from his pinch, but he didn't let go. Her nipples stretched out long and mean-looking. The pleasure-pain was intense and she panted against it, her mouth still stuffed with his dick, half wishing he'd stop, but so happy that he didn't. Electricity was shooting from his fingers to her pussy.

 

She looked further down. David's strong hands were gripping tightly to her hips, his fingers digging hard into her soft flesh as he used her body to get deeper into her. His dick was the perfect size to slam into that special lovely spot, deep down inside of her, that made her pussy push itself out to meet him. Over and over he filled her, then left her empty as he pulled completely out again. He moved his thumbs to either side of her clit and pushed down gently. She gasped. She was so wet, so ready and wanting that her body was doing everything it could to make sure these men knew she wanted them.

 

She threw her head back and gave in to their ministrations. There were four hands, two mouths and twenty fingers moving over her skin. There were two dicks fucking her inside out. She was electric. Not an inch of her wasn't on fire. Her pussy and her mouth opened and received in unison, filled both by the bodies and the admiration of these two amazing men. David changed his grip so his fingers were now fanned over the length of her pussy and his thumbs were pushing into her sitbones, just teasing the outside of her asshole. Involuntarily, her head went back and Andrew shoved even further to the back of her throat. She was stuck, impaled on these men, barely able to breathe but even less able to stop.

 

Then Andrew was asking if he could come on her face. David groaned and came inside her as he watched Andrew come all over her face and chest. And yet it wasn’t over. They had never stopped touching her, their hands were still all over her. David laid down beside her and put his fingers deeply into her, rubbing her clit each time her went in and out, and Andrew was kissing her again, wiping his seed off her face and then celebrating her lips with his kisses, his fingers again clamped around her nipples, twisting them cruelly and wonderfully. David thrust his fingers in and out and with all the hands and lips and fingers making her skin electric, she felt the energy drawing into her and gathering for a huge release and she yelled, involuntary and primal, as she came so hard her entire body convulsed, sending her forward and then back, over and over and she soaked the bed and the men and they laughed and they loved it and kissed her and thanked her for sharing her orgasm with them and then David was inside her again and he was kissing her and fucking her and they were both so keyed up it was only moments before they both came again, beautifully and violently and together.

 

He called less than a week later. She didn’t recognize the number – or the name. She’d forgotten it. The message he left sounded like he said his name was Dick, but even that didn’t jog her memory. She forgot that, too, until he called again a week later. Dave, not Dick. It was all coming back to her now. At one point in their romp, he’d asked for her phone number. Her mind had let go of that extraneous detail. All she wanted to hold on to was the feeling of the hands and lips and bodies together, the creation of that one perfect moment in time.

 

She smiled and kept walking.

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SEXYPRIME IS READ IN 99 COUNTRIES!

I asked my blog's godmother, Mary Aarons, Director of Direct Sales and E-Marketing at Quayside Publishers, who publish the gorgeous Quiver books (including five of mine!):  

In how many countries is SexyPrime read now?

She replied:

"99 countries since you started!! Pretty cool.

The US is #1 but after that:

Canada

UK

Germany

Australia

Denmark

France

Iceland

India

Sweden…..and then on and on after that…just about every country you’ve ever heard of…Asian, Arab, European etc…."

Yes, very cool.

Hello, out there!  I love you.  Thank you for reading.

SO....THAT BI-GIRL THING IS MORE THAN A "PHASE"?

My guy pals have been telling me for years that young urban women who play with other women on the side are "going through a bi phase" but will "outgrow" it.  (Or they assume the girls are just doing it to tittilate them.) According to Alex Zola, familiar to my readers: "These girls will end up married in Scarsdale [upscale New York City suburb] hoping the kids don't figure out what was going on with that girl in the photos, the one hugging Mommy."  Uh huh.  You hold that thought, Babe.

The Bi-Girl may move to Scarsdale with a husband and have some kids, but that's not neccessarily going to be the "end up" of her life story.

Women are leaving men for women--and some of the bolters are long-married women.  The trend is so significant that O (Oprah) magazine has an article on the subject in the current issue.  This publication is not known for cutting edge sex journalism.  If O is onto the L Word, it's not news, it's part of the cultural zeitgeist. 

Mary A Fisher writes in O:

"Cynthia Nixon did it. Lindsay Lohan's doing it. TV shows are based on it. Is it our imaginations, or are wives and girlfriends ditching their men and falling in love with other women? New science says that sexuality is more fluid than we thought."

Yes, women's sexuality is more fluid than men's.  Publicized studies on homosexuality in the 1990s focused on men and concluded that sexual preference was hard-wired.  Then researchers began looking at women.

A landmark 2004 study at Northwestern University in Chicago, Illinois, found that female students, straight and gay, were aroused by both heterosexual and lesbian erotica.  That introduced a new phrase into the lexicon:  sexual fuidity.  More studies followed.  Five years later, mainstream women's magazines are using the term.

Mary Fisher's article is a well-written, entertaining and comprehensive look at a newly possible sexual lifestyle.  Choices!  Women have so many of them now; and let's celebrate that.

SEX TIPS FOR THE GUYS (OR BI GIRLS): GET YOURS WHILE GIVING HERS

Many men consider cunnilingus the way to give her an orgasm before intercourse--when they get theirs.  That philosophy, popularized by the Boomers--our greatest contribution to society--led Dr. Ian Kerner to write two excellent books, She Comes First and He Comes Next.  But even a steady diet of steak and lobster would be a rut.  This is a sexual rut.

Two quick routes out:

• Consider using cunnilingus as extreme foreplay--and withdrawing your tongue before she comes.  Give her that orgasm during intercourse, when you have yours.  Either use your hand or a finger vibe to stimulate her clitoris as you thrust.

       

• Another way to look at cunnilingus:  You come too--while you're performing it.  Put a vibrating bullet inside your pants or insert a vibrating butt plug--or both.  Pay attention to her responses as you lick and suck her.  As her flesh pulsates and throbs in your mouth, imagine those sensations traveling throughout your body.  Feel her moans and signs of pleasure deep inside your cock.  Let her arousal ignite your own.  Give yourself a few strokes--and you will come too.