Monthly Archives: October 2010

Hot Sex

hot brunetteI think I brought more than a few sex toys back with me from Venus and eroFame.  Both Alex and myself have been feeling run down for the past few days.  Nothing we could put our finger on but we just didn’t feel our normal selves.

Well today it hit, we both have fevers, sniffles and sneezes.  So it’s official we have a cold.

Furthermore I think I know where we got it.  On the plane returning home.  I had this guy sat directly in front of me on the way back and he was coughing and sneezing.

So if you see him give him a kick from we will you.  Now back to my large glass of red wine and a naughty DVD.  Having a cold doesn’t stop me feeling randy.  😉

Bewitching Babe

sexy witchI couldn’t resist doing a search for sexy witch for Halloween, just wouldn’t be the same without some themed naughtiness around here.  😉

Fucking Someone Else`s Girl

I’ve never thought of myself as a thrill-seeker. I’ve never gravitated towards dangerous sports or deliberately sought out risky situations. At least I used to think that.

Thinking back now I believe I have identified four occasions where I deliberately put myself in risky situations. The common theme is that they all involved women. Two of those were where the respective girl’s father’s didn’t approve, in both instances not because of my reputation – sadly I didn’t have one LOL – but for other less valid reasons.

The other two cases were because the girls I went after were already involved. There may have been more but I don’t remember them. What I do remember was that around the same time as my pursuit of the girl I’m going to write about another girl was absolutely throwing herself at me and I really wasn’t interested. More fool me, because she was a very nice girl. Perhaps I just wasn’t attracted to nice girls.

And that is why I’ve titled this post “Fucking His Girlfriend”. One final thing, I’ve just remembered a third occasion where I went after someone else’s girlfriend … Ooh I’m a bad boy.

It was late summer, early autumn. We were both in the upper sixth and her name was Mandy. Well it is for the purposes of this account. I went to school in a large village. The comprehensive school I attended still felt like a grammar school despite the influx of new and idealistic teachers. It had a large catchment so you tended to mix with girls from villages that you’d never meet otherwise, from villages miles away.

Mandy and I were out after school. We’d been rehearsing for a school production and were walking home together in a round-about way. We enjoyed each other’s company but as friends. I thought that was all she wanted, though I had different ideas. Not surprising, teenage boy, bright, bubbly, friendly girl with a lose perm and nice tits. There’s only one place my mind headed every time I thought about her …

Because I thought she wasn’t interested and knew she was already involved I kept things at a platonic level. Except I hadn’t. It was probably a combination of the lingering looks I kept giving her the pregnant pauses that seemed to become increasingly apparent in our conversations as things were left unsaid and the occasional joking sexual remarks I made that made it plain to her I was horny as hell for her.

It happened when we were sitting on the dry stone wall behind the church. She caught me staring at her and for once I didn’t pretend I hadn’t been. I kept looking at her grey eyes. She put her hand on top of mine and leant forward, eyes shut, lips expectant. It was very, very innocent.

I hesitated. This wasn’t supposed to happen, she was already with someone, she had never been interested in me. Yes I admit it I was naïve she had been thinking about me for a long time but not likely to deliberately two-time her boyfriend. Quite how long she had thought about me or how much she had wanted me I never found out because despite of what happened next we never talked about it. And until this post the only person I ever told about it was Suze.

The kiss told me all I needed to know about her feelings. We slid off the wall and hidden from view got involved in a long and grope-filled clinch. She didn’t mind my wandering hands, in fact she seemed to welcome them. Maybe it was the waiting that made both of us abandon caution.

Before I knew it she was struggling to sit up and removed her bra, which she did in that magic, without talking her sweater off sort of way that men find so amazing. She slid it out of the left arm of her grey pullover and dropped it on the ground. She lay back down beside me where I resumed my fondling of her breast, unhindered.

Her nipples where hard, almost as hard as my cock. She held it through the black denim of my jeans, gently rubbing, her nails scrapping against the fabric.

Her fingers started to scrabble at the button on my waistband. I helped her out, it was after all the gentlemanly thing to do. Then, in a very un-ladylike fashion she yanked at my trousers and underwear until they were round my ankles.

“Please screw me.” She asked. I smiled, not at the thought of the totally unexpected and much longed-for shag, but the fact she referred to it as screwing. She always did refer to sex as screwing, not sex, or shagging, or fucking. Screwing.

I helped her peel back her tight blue jeans and pink panties. She removed them both completely. Then she straddled me. She rubbed herself along the length of my cock, not to arouse me but in an effort to guide me into her pussy. I was incredibly aroused, but inexperience on both our parts meant the angle was wrong and she had to reach down and guide me inside her.

Mandy bounced up and down for a few minutes, enjoying my hands cupping and squeezing her breasts under her sweater. We both wanted to feel me fucking her, that was obvious, glorious though it was with her riding my cock, curly hair catching the late afternoon sunshine. We both needed to feel me fucking her.

We rolled over, managing to keep my cock inside her, just. The screwing began in earnest. Until I started to think about this I had forgotten how innocent it was. Almost devoid of technique but full of enthusiasm I pumped away, encouraged by the appreciative moans and squeals she emitted. I remember her hair spread behind her head on the grass, eyes closed, mouth open.

I felt her pussy tighten on me and simultaneously become suddenly wet. Her moans got louder, had I not been approaching orgasm myself I would have probably worried about someone hearing us. But I was cumming and did so with a sense of such immense satisfaction that I was probably grinning from ear to ear as I rolled onto the grass beside her.

About a week later I was stopped in the street by three guys, all around my age. They blocked my way on the pavement and made it plain they had something to tell me. I can’t remember the words they used but the meaning was “Stay away from Mandy. Or else!”. She had obviously hadn’t told her boyfriend exactly what had happened, but must have mentioned me a little too often. I brushed them off with a “Yeah whatever” type of attitude, which seemed to disarm the situation more than perhaps a flat denial of any wrong-doing would have done.

Looking back it could have gone a lot worse, or maybe a lot better. I wonder what she’s doing now?

Horny Halloween

WitchOooooh! It’s Halloween! Well almost.

It’s always a danger when manufacturers produce products that can only be sensibly sold at one time of year, take the Christmas themed Rub My Duckie from big Teaze Toys.

Of course around Halloween sex toy manufacturers try the same thing. We have done a few sex toy reviews around Valentines day sex toys but nothing specifically around Halloween. The nearest is a set of glow in the dark bondage restraints over on SexToysBuzz.com.

What I did pick up recently (from eroFame in Berlin) was a glow in the dark Nexus prostate massager.  I suppose that counts as Halloween themed.

Girls Like a Big Cock, Do They Not?

Domme Strap-onMake Mine A Large Cock Please!

I know I shouldn’t laugh at others misfortunes but sometimes you just have to.  While taking a break from writing for the site I found a story about a guy who was talked in to having a tattoo done.

He elected to have a yin and yang symbol and some dragons but what the Aussie got wasn’t quite what he expected.

His “friend” and I use the term loosely because I wouldn’t think that a friend would do this, actually tattooed a large cock on his back.

You can read the full story over here.

Could have been worse it could have been a sex toy!

Giving Her A Bone Part 2

In my dimly lit room, surrounded by my collection of super-cool and super-tatty clothing and a stack of vinyl LPS we lay down on my single bed, still fully clothed. The coffees I had made in the shared kitchen on our way in sat cold and forgotten on my bedside cabinet while we explore the possibilities of prolonged groping until we both felt the need to expose more skin.

We both sat up and removed our T-shirts. My chest was a little less impressive than hers, my body has never been quite as muscular as I would have liked, but she seemed to approve. I wasn’t complaining either, pert B-cup breasts in a smooth cupped black bra.

She unhooked herself and tossed the bra across to the chair next to the door, smiling impishly. Both or us now naked from the waist up I wasted no time in investigating her enticing breasts. The nibbling and sucking I gave her stiff, pink nipples eliciting moans and a grinding of her pelvis against me.

I couldn’t wait any longer, my cock was painfully hard in my jeans and wet with precum. I began to fumble with her jeans.

“No.” She said.

“What?”

“I don’t, not on a first date.” She sounded disappointed. Not as disappointed as I was, but dejected enough to ensure I didn’t feel I had been led on.

“Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?” She asked. “It’s too late to get home.”

I looked at my battered alarm clock. The fluorescent hands showed it to be almost five in the morning. Time flies when your having fun.

“Of course you can stay.”

I found her a clean T-shirt to wear, it was too big for her small frame and made me even hornier, especially when she slid off her jeans and I watched her pad off to the bathroom in a pair or white cotton socks.

Jess slid under the covers with me. We spooned my hand reaching round and resting on her breast, my cock eventually succumbing and becoming flaccid before we drifted off to sleep.

~~~

I was awoken by the sounds of a tray being placed at the side of the bed. Light crept in through the cracks in the badly hung curtains allowing me to make out Jess, still looking sexy in my Motorhead T-shirt sitting next to me on the bed.

“Last night was nice.”

“Nice?” I was a little hurt.

“Yes, most guys would have got pissed off and told me to leave.”

“I’m not most guys.”

Her hand slipped under the covers and came to rest on my crotch. I was already hard, having woken with a healthy dose of morning wood. She slipped back the sheets and pulled down my briefs.

Her fingers curled round my shaft and slowly stroked it. I watched her studying my foreskin hide and reveal the tip of my cock.

“What was all that about first dates?”

“I’m calling this date number two.” She grinned.

I lay on my back, enjoying the unexpected hand job. My eyes closed, laying on my back I began to wonder if I was about to wake up and find I was having a wet dream and had shot my load up Jess’s back.

Her hand disappeared. When I opened my eyes she was standing at the side of my bed, removing her panties. I caught a flash of pubic hair as she straddled me. Her hands reached down and guided my cock into her. She was wet and warm, obviously as much in need of a fuck as I was.

She bounced up and down, quite slowly and ever so sexily. Her pussy gripped my cock, the sensation enhanced by the slow rolling of her pelvis and grinding of her mons into my pubis.

My hands rested on her thighs, my hips bucking, wanting to thrust but not wanting to spoil the experience of Jess fucking me. Fucking me wearing my Motorhead T-shirt. Now that was making me horny. What is it about girls wearing your clothes … ?

Jess leant forward and steadied herself by placing her hands either side of my chest. Her hair fell forward and covered my face. She rocked up and down, obviously bringing herself off on my throbbing penis. She gasped and I felt her wetness increase. I couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to hold back. I dug my heels into the bed and oblivious to the creaks and squeaks of the ancient bedframe I thrust into her pussy. Cumming felt like the rush of the wind in your hair when you stick your head out of a car window at 70 mph. Try it you’ll know what I mean.

She collapsed in the sort of sweaty, satisfied heap that only come after a really good shag and we drifted off to sleep with my still inside her and two more cups of coffee going cold on the tray beside the bed.

Giving Her A Bone Part 1

Shake up at the disco
And I think I’ve got a pull
I ask her lots of questions
And she hangs on to the wall
I kiss her for the first time
And then I take her home
I’m invited in for coffee
And I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos
But she’s never on her own
I said Ill see you later
And I give her some old chat
But it’s not like that on the TV
When its cool for cats
Its cool for cats
Squeeze, Cool For Cats

I washed away the taste of the smoke from my mouth with a swig of bitter, but my eye’s were still stinging from the DJ’s attempt at Halloween atmosphere. Difford and Tilbrook wafted out into the side street and beckoned me back in to risk rejection from the tight-jeaned leather-jacketted girl with the long permed hair who I’d noticed over an hour ago.

I reached into my jacket pocket for the soft packet of Gallois. I extracted a slightly bent cigarette and straightened it by gently stroking it’s length between three fingers, careful not to rip the paper as it was one of only three left in the packet. I placed it in my mouth and fished out a box of Swan matches. The bright flair and sulphurous bite of the ignition speared my retinas and nostrils moments before the nicotine and asphalt grade tar hit my mouth and rolled down the back of my throat.

The carefully trained receptors in my brain lit up like the warning lights at Three Mile Island and made me feel like a hero. They gave me the determination to seek her out when I went back inside and make a move on her. The cigarette crackled with each deep breath I inhaled through the shredded nicotiana leaves, the sickly smell of the smoke generator replaced by the smell of French bars and an all too brief visit to Paris.

After drawing my last lungful of deadly particulates I flicked the butt into the gutter where its glowing cherry fizzed into darkness and turned towards the fire door. I pulled it open to find her silhouetted in the red light from the dance floor.

“I wondered where you’d gone.” She said, “Got a light?”

I fumbled with the matches and offered her a flame in cupped hands. She drew on her menthol vine, illuminating her face with a golden glow. She exhaled, wreathing me in smoke. “What’s your name?” She asked.

“Alex”

“Alex … Alexander?” She giggled.

“Hmmm? What’s funny?” I asked.

“Nothing, a bit posh isn’t it?”

“Do I sound posh?” I enquired.

“No. I’m Jess.”

Small talk ensued. Music, clothes, TV, films, music again. At 19 your conversation can be a little limited. There was an attraction there that we both wanted to explore. I took a step closer to her, she didn’t back away. I slid my arm around her back, and she moved toward me. I bent down to kiss her and her face turned upward offering pouting lips.

They tasted of cherry lip balm.

Her ass felt soft through the denim of her jeans. She pressed into me, the fullness of her chest making itself known against me. Her tongue was at first hesitant when mine challenged it, then with growing enthusiasm contended with mine first in her own mouth then in mine.

Her hair smelled of patchouli oil and smoke, her mouth tasted of larger and black, and her lips where the softest, vivacious, yielding skin I’d ever felt against my own.

We parted mouths after several minutes.

“Want a dance?” I ventured.

“Not really …” The look in her eyes said she had something else in mind.

“How about a coffee at mine?” My voice was a little shaky, I didn’t want her to say no. “I live about half a mile away.”

“That would be nice.” Her smile was warm, the tone of her voice told me the invitation was what she’d been waiting for.

~~~

We held hands for the 800 yards back to my digs. I enjoyed the sensation of her hand in mine and the second-hand smoke that she exhaled.

The house I had was shared, four bedrooms, one bathroom, one living room, one kitchen. I had the upper rear bedroom, which was handy for the loo in the middle of the night. A lighter sleeper would have objected to my housemates late night bathroom antics, but especially after a few beers I have always slept the sleep of the dead.

Banging Hard In Berlin

Latex Ass MirrorI posted the other day about our noisy neighbour at the hotel, you can read it here if you missed it.  Since then I’ve had several emails and enquiries at to what happened with them.

Well the first night I couldn’t hear anything other than continual banging and loud footfalls above.  There were no voices, television or other sounds…most peculiar.

The following night around the same time we heard the loud footsteps as someone ran heavily upstairs.  Then footsteps stopped and the door banged in the casing as it closed.  This was quickly followed by some screaming and loud giggling.  So we knew there was a girl up there.

That evening we were watching a DVD on the laptop and maybe they heard us and realised that there was someone listening to their antics.  Since that moment the noise level upstairs slowly dissipated, much to our relief as we could finally get a good nights sleep.

We never did find out who was up there and what they were up to, with no accompanying headboard banging on the wall it’s anyone’s guess exactly what was going on.  I just settled for the relief of being able to recharge after a hard day’s work at the office watching naked girls pole dancing and other naughtiness.

Fuck My Face

Gob JobI’m the kind of girl that you really can’t pigeon hole. I’m not in to hotwifing or cuckolding but I can be a kinky bitch when in the mood. I would like to think that is exactly why Alex and I have been together so long, the variety, passion and non pretentious relationship we have. We don’t aspire to be anything other than a loving sexual partner to each other. 😉

I’m a person of whim. If it feels good and I want to do it, I go with it. After all isn’t that the best way to indulge in sex, not strained or pretentious, just natural and instinctive?

Well, this evening. Or if you are reading it on Thursday, last night. I felt in the mood to be in control and before Alex had chance to suggest anything I took total control. I asked him to put some of our new porn in the DVD drive (multi tasking because we need to review it lol) and pushed him back on to the mattress when he returned to the bed.

He knows me well by now and that I like him to totally submit to me. Don’t bother trying to play with my tits or kiss me, I want to do things to you that will make your toes curl and a smile play on your face.

His cock was semi hard when I took a firm grip of him with my left hand, not my normal choice but I was leaning towards him on my right arm. He responded well to me capturing his cock, I could fell his cells becoming turgid and responsive to my touch. A feeling I like, one which makes me feel in control. I can make him hard…

Within minute he was pulsing in my hand as I started to pull back his foreskin and slowly work his cock. I felt the tension drain from his body as he surrendere to me. The Domme in me sometimes takes over and I want to bite deep in to his turgid flesh or drag my nails over him but sensibility takes over and I know he doesn’t want that, least not now.

I lower my head over him and take the very tip in to my mouth, letting him feel the warmth of my mouth. He sighs. In contrast I’m now blowing cool air over his bulging tip and he moans. He adjusts his body shuffling slightly and I go down on him.

Too eager he grounds in the back of my throat, I cough and lift off him slightly until composure is regained. I’m feeling naughty and enclose my teeth around his crown and slowly but carefully graze the tip of his cock and he love it, yes he loves it.

Then something posses me and I lower my head enclosing lips around his cock, bracing him firmly and press my tongue directly under his sensitive frenulum. He twitches under me and then without warning starts to fuck my mouth.

His hips rise and fall in rapid succession as he fucks my mouth. Hand embrace my head and secure my position as he fucks and fuck and…

A dribble of saliva escapes the right corner of my mouth and runs uninhibited down my chin and neck, to where I don’t care, he is fucking me and I want him to. I want to feel him explode inside my mouth.

He momentarily withdraws from my warm moist orifice and I take the opportunity to regain my breath. Then he’s there, holding down my ears against my skull and pounding in to me. I feel dirty, used but empowered. I can stop him at any time but I don’t want to. Let me taste your bitter sweet seed as it pumps in to my open throat.

Resistance is futile and I start to fuck him, bobbing my head up and down on his hard cock, I’m going with the flow. My pussy is swollen and throbbing now. My hand slips between my legs and my fingers deftly find their way to my engorged clit. I start to rub and he starts to come in to my mouth.

He makes me cough with the first round of cum, which is quickly followed by another and another I hurriedly swallow to capture his warm issue. I’m coming now, the moment being so intense that I just couldn’t hold it back.

Alex pulls free of my throat and leans in to kiss me. He accepts my tongue, coated in his come and moans as he tastes himself on me…

Naked And Hard

Leather Whip GirlBare concrete has to be the most unforgiving surface imaginable. It’s not physics of the material but because there are harder substances and tougher ones which withstand wear better. I always feel concrete is associated in my mind with memories of my upbringing in the industrial north of England.

I didn’t have an unhappy childhood and adolescence as some people I know did. It was Spartan from time to time, occasionally tough and turbulent at times but I wasn’t hard done to. I am however left with the feeling of an unyielding concrete time in my life where it was easy to get metaphorically grazed and if I wasn’t careful crash into a hard carapace of unyielding artificial barriers set up by those around me.

I wasn’t unique. At the time the country was going through a period of austerity like the one we are about to experience. I was chatting to Suze about it today and I don’t think that we will descend to the levels that we did then, but for those who weren’t born in the 1970s it will feel just as hard. The higher you are the further you have to fall.

In a way I welcome this because it’s times of hardship that really define the character of a generation. When you ask a kid of today about the 1980s they will tell you about yuppies and booming stock markets (they may also mention Audi Quattros thanks to Ashes to Ashes). But what defined that era like every other was the market crashes, the increased disparity between rich and poor and the sense of resentment many young people felt towards figures of authority, official bodies and the government. There was something to rebel against, a cause to rally too, something which is missing in any time of prosperity.

So what does this have to do with a sex blog? Well, a lot.

People feel things more acutely when they are under pressure. I’ve never felt more alive than when I’ve been on the edge and that’s when I feel the most sexually alive too. Everyone should feel like that and while I’m not suggesting that sexual awakenings are a justification for the deliberate inducement of an economic slump I think everyone has to know what it feels like to be outside the cosy care-free world of financial security before they truly know the value of a good relationship.

I would argue that if you listen to the music of the late 1970s and early eighties you can feel the tension.

Sexy Poledancing Can Get You In To So Much Trouble

Blurry Pole DancerI wrote way back in June this year about a guy who was injured during a poledancing routine.   You can find the original post here.

Normally with stories like these you don’t get to hear what the outcome of the court case is.  In this case you do, I have just read the follow up story here the guy was awarded some very good compensation for his injuries.

That reminds me, I still haven’t been to a lapdancing club…perhaps when we are over in Berlin next week.  😉

All Day Sex

Leather LadyWhat do other people do with their days?

I work and when I’m not doing the day job I think about sex, sex toys and porn. That’s when I’m not having sex. I just realised that this isn’t a normal state of affairs.

Although I’m not what you’d call sex-obsessed the nature of what we do means that I think about these sort of things all the time. The slightly different outlook on sex and sexuality that this gives me makes interactions in my everyday life a little peculiar at times. In fact contrary to what you might think when I’m talking to people outside the industry I am probably a little reserved when talking about sexual matters.

The reason is obvious, I’m wary of crossing the line and getting an odd look from someone, or worse still offending someone by saying something that in the wider world is simply unacceptable – whereas in adult it’s just part of the job.

It does make for some interesting situations. I’ve lost count of the number of occasions where I’ve had to act dumb and pretend that when someone mentions a porn star, sexual practice or a swingers club I have to act surprised and innocent. They often feel like they are educating me and probably wonder what stone I have been hiding under not to know what rimming is for example.

Well, I’d rather be seen as innocent and a little out of touch than arouse too much suspicion about what we actually get up to online and in the physical world of adult entertainment.

LOL, in fact as far as everyone is concerned we were both off on a boring business trip last week. It was business, but its definitely not boring. 🙂

Breasts To Die For

Silly BoobsI’ve boosted my boobs in many ways over the years, the earliest of these was the folded up tissues in the base of the cup, adding those vital inches and pushing them up even more.

Then came the Wonder Bra with its boob boosting pads which inserted in to a small pocket in the base of the cup.  I’ve a story to tell about that, I’ll have to remember to resurrect it. It’s very funny.  🙂

Next came the foam fillets, I recall buying a pack of those some years ago, they were basically like the ones in the wonder bra but plumper and they had a habit of making a bid for freedom.

Gel filled bras which gave a softer more natural uplift and plumping effect are more recent and very effective but I found the added weight isn’t so good.  So it’s a good job that my breasts don’t really need enhancement these days, they are finally a size I am happy with.

One thing I have never done with my bra’s is to use them as a purse.  I’ve seen women retrieve money from them and other items just like a magician.  But I bet they never used it to store liquid sedatives to drug men and enable you to take their wallets like this woman did.  That takes some front…sorry couldn’t resist that.  🙂

Sex You Want When You Know It Is Wrong

Humanity is fascinated by the forbidden. Sometimes attracted, sometimes repulsed, but always fascinated by anything that is out of reach, or denied to an individual or culture. Whether the question is “Why can’t I … ?” or “Why would I want to … ?” the fascination is still as strong.

In the area of sexuality taboos have always been used as a means of control. Some are sensible, based on good logical reasoning, take for instance the prohibition of incest in pretty much every culture that has ever existed. Avoiding close family members procreating produces a genetically more diverse population, less susceptible to disease, less prone to genetic abnormalities.

Manipulation of the genetic diversity and restriction of the gene pool has always been the province of dubious ideology. Take the common practice of close family procreation in the ancient Egyptian royal family, or the eugenics and attempted racial “purifications” of the last century. Both the product of extreme and misguided thinking, flawed science and despotic regimes.

And yet I receive spam email containing the promise of pictures of oedipal couplings, or discover stories on websites about “kissing cousins”. Why? Well some people must find it a turn-on. Unless the writer of the story is writing simply to titillate and attract a specific section of the readers on the web, the author themselves must find the subject stimulating in some way.

I’ll just say here that I’ve never seen such a story on an adult blog. They occasionally appear on sites holding “collections” of work, both free-to-view and pay sites.

If these were explorations of the psyche of the protagonists and the interplay between them, society and their family circumstances then I could see a reason for their creation and consumption, but as they are invariably written to arouse they have no discernable appeal.

This isn’t a post about the rights and wrongs of a particular narrow genre of writing though. It’s more about the concept of the attraction of that which we cannot have. Does someone else’s partner seem more attractive, just because they are with someone else? Does the though of introducing something into your sex play seem more exciting because it’s generally thought to be unconventional, or even elicit. I’d venture that it does.

Porn in general is more widely accepted for what it is, titillation, stimulation, material to awaken the sexual beast within. However when does the consumption of porn become acceptable to society at large? It varies from country to country but 18 years of age (as in the UK) is not untypical as the legally defined age where porn becomes available to the individual. OK, so let’s ignore the fact that you can have sex at 16 but not watch a sexually explicit movie until you’re 18.

What actually kicked this post off (now he gets to the point I hear you cry) is a recent news item about the high proportion of teenagers (predominantly boys) looking at online porn. Some of those being “addicted” to it. This doesn’t surprise me, though the figures quoted seemed a little hyperbolic.

What fired me up was an audio clip I heard on the radio. In it a boy said “If I didn’t have a job I’d spend all day [looking at porn on the Internet] … I enjoy it … It’s educational.”

No it bloody isn’t!

I never thought I’d be the one to say it but viewing porn on the Internet especially on commercial sites exposes you to one facet of the gloriously varied universe that is sexuality. I suppose it’s like much of the “information” that we gather from the net, of dubious provenance.

It got me wondering just how widespread that sort of thinking is; i.e. that sex is a series of airbrushed stills where all women enjoy being viewed by men and often penetrated in every orifice, simultaneously. Will we end up with a generation dehumanised by images of sex and a narrow view of what sex is?

If you read a blog you will hopefully learn something, about the author, about relationships, about sex. But even on the best written blogs that can only ever be part of the picture and only in relation to the author(s) of that blog. There’s a real world out there full of people with feelings that do not translate into what one commenter writing on this blog about certain types of pornography referred to as “suck and fuck” stories.

So if you are a teenager and have taken the time to read this piece please take away one thing. Read widely, drink deep from the well of knowledge that is the Internet, but use your intelligence and maintain a healthy scepticism. And above all, get a real life, a real partner, and when you’re really ready for it some real (safe) sex.

Teenage Sex

There are times in your life that seem to be preserved as if frozen and fixed forever. They revolve around key moments in your existence, fixed and almost immutable, unchanging except perhaps for the small matter of that golden glow that descends over all treasured memories. It expunges the nasty negative taints and leaves you longing for times past and the perceived simplicity and perfection that they acquire.

It’s called nostalgia or as I heard it once described, longing for a time that never was. LOL

And the title – you know what I’m thinking about …

Hence the music video.

Classy Orgasms

Zini DonutThere weren’t many toy manufacturers at Venus this year, they were all over at Potsdam’s eroFame trade show.  But one company I was eager to see were Zini, the imaginative Korean company.

They were releasing several new products including a vibrating male/female toy called the Donut.  The split silicone ring is designed to be comfortable during use with the soft and flexing design which expands if required.

The concept behind the Donut is that one size fits all and is cleverly held in place with a soft silicone band when worn by the male.  Or alternatively, the female can use both ends of the toy to stimulate the vaginal entrance and possibly the anus at the same time.  A very interesting toy and one I can’t wait to get my hands on one.

Zini appear to be the one to watch and I personally am looking forward to the coming hours of pleasure…

Plenty Of Pussy On Show

Pussy FlashAs I mentioned earlier the fetish hall at Venus this year contained only a few stands displaying clothing, DVD’s and a stand which was selling well made dungeon equipment.  I think they were there last year.

For me the event should embrace all kinks and desires and without a strong presence of the BDSM element it felt that there was something missing.  Last year the human ponies pulling the public round the event in a cart were wonderful but this year there was nothing notable about the event.

The main public hall had its usual pole dancing and erotic performance stands which obviously attracted a lot of attention from the predominantly male audience.

A welcome addition this year were the number of curvy girls on stands, some of them even fitted in to the BBW category.  It was nice to see them in contrast to the usual stick thin models who adorned most of the prominent positions.

And for me the highlight of the day was getting the gorgeous Peaches to pose for a picture.  We had been trying to attract her attention for a while as she posed with fans and eventually managed to get a great shot of her.

The girls were very patient with the fans, some had the cheek to not just put their arms around the models but to also grab a hand full of tit too.  If it had been me they would have got a slap.  Lol