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So Jack said something funny enough in the comments on one of my links posts that I had to highlight it for all to read. It was in regards to this article about a really bad idea. Apparently there is a government study that says that televised intimacy is a really good way to talk to your kids about sexuality. The headline? “Government report: ‘Use steamy TV soap scenes to talk to your kids about sex’”. Jack’s thoughts on this?

Now Billy, sometimes when a man and woman love each other very much they hug each other very tightly and then that man’s illegitimate twin brother who was raised by Maori tribesmen catches them. Then the woman’s sister’s husband will involve them in a complex scheme to dethrone the prince of a small monarchy outside Belgium.

And then the woman will fall down the stairs and lose her baby.

And that’s called making love.

• Government report: ‘Use steamy TV soap scenes to talk to your children about sex’ | Mail Online
  What? Really? I’m not sure about this. . .
  (tags: sex education)
• Creative Loafing Sarasota | News | Cover Story | A missus, a mister and their mistress
  “In the mainstream, monogamy has been a cultural assumption on par with monotheism, air conditioning and covered sex parts.”
  (tags: polyamory)
• let them eat pro-sm feminist safe spaces: Queering BDSM subcultures
  “So, while BDSM in the UK is certainly deviant, we’re missing that defiance”
• BELOW THE BELT: Machismo and its Discontents
  “Shame and guilt factor heavily in bringing out the macho in anyone”
  (tags: masculinity)
• $pread Blog » The Case Of The Anonymous Escort Blogger
  “All these claims that Belle’s not “real” are founded in the assertion that she’s simply too intelligent or too capable to be a prostitute, a ludicrous idea that’s made all the more insulting by the fact Belle does not come across as being all that brilliant.”
  (tags: blogging sexwork)

• Letters from Johns: I Was Smitten
  “when I started my next relationship, I would long for and expect the sexual competence and freedom that prostitutes often provided.”
• Pornocracy / I Need a Seat Cushion For Posts Like This
  “he invited me to explore the phenomenon further by getting caned while he tickled me”
• roughwords: Fiction – The Strand
  “And then there were the glasses. Oh… the glasses. Dark brown swirls of tortoise shell.”
  (tags: fiction, erotica)
• Junkbuzzed: FUN NEW SEXUAL TRENDS: Tailgayting the Hags Left Behind
  Do not proceed without a sense of humor.
  (tags: humor)

We met for drinks a few months ago and then schedules got tight and new jobs were started and we lost touch. Carmine found me again a few weeks ago, telling me that he wanted to see me.

So we met for drinks and talked about school and teaching and the law. We also talked about lubes and blogging and the joys of rope and electro-sex. I’m attracted to Carmine but the conversation wasn’t sexy, it wasn’t flirtatious, it just was.

He asked me back to his place so I texted Jay to make sure it was alright. It was. I knew that something might happen but I wasn’t expecting it. Carmine is sweet and self-effacing. He has a slight Boston accent that makes my pussy twinge when he says words like “car”. I couldn’t, for the life of me see him making the first move.

He did. Standing in his living room he grabs me and kisses me. He leads me to the bedroom and begins taking off my clothes. We tumbled around on the bed for awhile kissing and groping. At one point he paused, excusing himself to go to the bathroom. I posed myself so that I would look effortlessly sexy when he came back in the room. On my stomach, legs bent and crossed at the ankles with feet in the air. He came back in the room and slid on top of me, caressing my back with his body and kissing the top of my head. I felt his cock pressing against my ass and I wiggled a bit as I looked over my shoulder at him.

“You have a baseball bat next to your bed.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you afraid of intruders?”

“No, it helps me think.”

I look at him quizzically.

“It is a guy thing,” he explains, “it is phallic.”

I smirk and decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. He is grinding against me and kissing my shoulders. He asks me what I want and I shoot the question back at him. So, he tells me he wants to fuck me and spanks my ass. Too softly.

I tell him I want to fuck him too but he’s going to have to hit harder. He does.

So we fuck.

Yeah, I know, I always skip that part. Here, let me give you some highlights. He slides into me and his cock is thick and hard and I squeeze him. His eyes widen a bit and so do mine. He pins my hands beside my head. He squeezes my wrists hard and it hurts and I really love it. I scream, a lot. Obscenities, sacrilegious prayers, and incomprehensible things. Throughout it all, Carmine retains a placid and contemplative look on his face. I smile and he smiles back but he is already smiling. I wonder if there is some joke that I am missing. And as his cock slams me, sometimes too hard and too deep. So aggressively that I have to remind him that my cervix is there, he still smiles. I wonder if this has something to do with the baseball bat.

So, we finish and I bite my lip and steal a quick glance at him. I giggle a bit. I’m not being myself so much as an approximation of myself. It is okay, he might know this or it might be too complex for the moment or he might not even care. I ask him to explain the baseball bat again. He picks it up and shows me. He is laying on his back next to a puddle of ejaculate with a baseball bat in his hands and my naked body slung partially over his. He looks a bit like he owns the world. He holds the bat like he is expecting a pitch and moves it back and forth a bit. I duck and giggle. He explains that he’s never even played baseball on a team and he isn’t that big of a fan. It just works. He tousles my hair and asks if I want a cigarette.

I tell him that I’ve never had a cigarette after sex before. Maybe it is too much of a cliche. He gives me an incredulous look. Law students are apt to smoking and Carmine knows that when I’m having a drink, I’m prone to a cigarette or two. I tell him that I’ve probably fucked smokers before but the cigarette never came up. He tells me it can’t be beat.

We slide back into our clothes and walk out on the porch and talk about evolutionary biology and have a smoke. He isn’t lying, it is a really good cigarette. The night is hot and exceedingly Southern he tells me that he hopes that now that we’ve gotten the preliminaries out of the way, we can get more adventurous next time.

Oh, thats right I left out some details. I met Carmine because he likes cross dressing and taking it in the ass from girls with strap-ons. He is also perfectly capable of spanking me and pinning me to the bed while he fucks me hard. Interesting how people and their sexualities aren’t just one thing. My life and relationships would be much too boring if that were true.

• Uncool: The value of erotic blogging
  “erotic blogs [...] exist to boost the autor’s self-esteem at the expense of the reader. I don’t think these types of blog have much longevity, and whilst numerous they are not terribly popular or memorable.”
  (tags: blogging sexblogs)
• village voice sex naked city – Five Terrible Substitutes for Lube
  “If you’re going to use spit with a partner, you might want to feel out their opinions on it before you hock a loogey on him or her. Some folks are into it, while others will kick your ass out of bed.”
  I am one of those people – NO SPITTING ON ME!
  (tags: advice, sex, lubes)
• Is Cybersex Cheating? / Violet Blue investigates the outer limits of cybersex and monogamy
  Violet interviewed me for this article and has some handy quotes in it.
  (tags: cybersex, non-monogamy, cheating, interviews)
• Pornocracy / Bath Time
  Hot man in a bath with candles. That works for me.
• Junkbuzzed: sex, lies, and .jpgs
  “When it comes to sex, the two-minute warning is signaled by the shoulder-tap. The shoulder-tap is a two-pat tap, performed in quick succession. This tapping means that it’s time to wrap this fucking thing up – you’ve got two minutes; make good use
  (tags: funny sex)

The South is my adopted home but I don’t always get along with Southerners. Most of my friends here are other Northern transplants, but I know my fair share of people born and bred in the dirty dirty. Ian is one of those people. He has a mild twang in his voice, he is exceedingly polite, and he is a tall drink of water. He is also bisexual, has a very nice cock, and is one kinky bastard.

Jay and I have been fooling around with Ian lately and he has me thinking about how purely joyful and fun sex can be. See, Ian is hilarious, he likes to laugh and he likes to make his partners laugh and the fact that he may be fucking someone is immaterial to him deciding whether or not to tell a joke. In fact, he pointed out that my pussy gets extra tight when I laugh, this all might be very intentional!

The sex we have been having with Ian isn’t sensual, poetic sex. It also isn’t rough, aggressive sex. In short, it isn’t sex blogger sex. But I love laughing in bed, it is the most natural thing in the world for me. (Listeners of Bedroom Radio know that I giggle after most orgasms.) Something that falls by the wayside in erotica is just how hilarious sex is. Just by itself, inherently, it is prone to serious laughs. You have naked people, genitals, bodily fluids, and tricky maneuvering. When God is in the mood for some slapstick comedy, he peers down on everyone fucking. And smiles.

In many ways, Ian is the perfect third for Jay and I. He matches our silly and playful attitudes. I don’t have to affect some fort of sex kitten persona with him. I get to sarcastic, bold, and forthright. I ask for what I want unabashedly with no coy or seductive pretenses.

Last night when Jay filled his hand with lube and spilled most of it on the bed, we all laughed. When Ian pointed out that it looks like snot, we laugh some more. When I slip and nearly hit the floor stepping over the spot where Jay spilled the lube, we all completely lost it. And it is okay. Nothing is missing. The genitals all remain and the adventurous spirit keeps hold. I’ve never believed in the idea that a “moment” can be lost but even if that is true, a moment given over to laughter with friends hardly feels like a sacrifice.

The sweating and grunting? The screaming and whimpering? The pleasure that takes us over? They are important too, and they have their own moments. But they aren’t what make this sexy and fun – I don’t know if they are even the goal.

[Curious about that picture at the top? Well this is what happens when I hand Jay a marker and tell him that he can write on me. We later discovered that I left a stamped impression of fireworks on the bed sheets. What can I say, it was the 4th of July.]

• Pornocracy / Quickie Blog Prompt From FetLife
  Elizabeth presents a really unique perspective on the relationship between her S&M activities and her faith. We don’t often see Christianity and flogging mentioned in the same sentence. Especially not on a sex blog.
  (tags: religion, flogging, bdsm, theory)
• Mommy Has A Headache: Telling the truth about sex
  “What’s your policy? If you sleep with someone who bangs you like a cheap gong do you give a blow by blow criticism of everything he/she did wrong or do you say it was wonderful or do you just leave in the middle of the night and hope s/he doesn’t know why?”
  (tags: dating sex blogging truth)