Welcome back!

. . . About phone sex! I would love to see what would have happened if Em and Lo and pulled me aside to ask:

I think that the last woman sums things up pretty well. It isn’t for everyone but when it is right, it is just right. I’d assert that there are definitely times it can be as intense as the real thing.

It is interesting, because I had heard of Brooke Marks before seeing this video. I thought she was probably a run-of-the-mill cute blonde with a website. Nothing more, nothing less. Then I saw this video of her lampooning the cam girl craze and I thought, “This chicky has a wicked sense of humor.” In the tradition of loving and lusting after people that are sexy enough not to take themselves to seriously, check out this video:

I think she is cute as a button and the “Babe Seger” part almost killed me! If you want to see more of her (being a bit more serious) here is a great free gallery of her pictures but her whole site is really worth the price of admission! She has several more hysterical videos – maybe I’ll post those another day ;)

I’ll admit to being a bit out of touch with pop culture lately. I decided awhile ago to stop paying attention to music and just listen to old things that I haven’t discovered yet.

Recently, I’ve been reading gossip blogs every day and have noticed a lot of blah blah blah about Amy Winehouse. She seems like a real train wreck and I had to Google her to figure out if I’d heard her stuff before. Yeah, I have and it turns out that she is backed by the Dap Kings. So, I give to you a really good Sharon Jones song. No, Sharon Jones isn’t a strung out, skinny, white girl with only mildly convincing breast implants. But she has a damn good voice. And I think this song is a lot sexier than anything I’ve heard from Winehouse.

This band has been in my listening rotation for awhile and I think that anyone that manages to make giant piles of licorice allsorts sexy deserves some props.

I don’t think I need to understand Japanese to “get” this.

Chris Cocker is a genius. He has managed to capture me exactly as I sound when I’m on the phone. Brilliant! ;)

Tell me I’m better than my momma, boys!

Thanks to Madeline for turning me onto Porkolt. Want to get together and roll some cigars, sugar?

Download Bedroom Radio #11 (28MB Video)

This past Memorial Day was one of the best days I’ve had all summer. J and I woke up, processed the fact that we were completely broke and endeavored to find a way to have an awesome day anyway. We scrounged up various cash and change from around the house, put a tank of gas in the car and drove to the beach. We packed a cooler and a pair of books to read. The beach is in the same city that my best friend from undergrad lives in. I hadn’t talked to her in over a year because she stopped returning my phone calls one day (and each of the subsequent days after that.) As we were arriving on the coast, I decided to call her on a whim and actually got through. I almost cried when I heard her voice. We decided to meet up after J and I were through at the beach. With this exciting and cheerful turn of events in mind, we trudged through the sand and found a gorgeous spot.

After a quick dip we enjoyed a pleasant lunch and poked around making sand castles for awhile. On a similar whim, I decided to make a quick home movie and then decided to record Bedroom Radio 11 with my digital camera. When I got home I didn’t like it and never posted it. Today I changed my mind. I know the video is horrible and that the mic is picking up tons of wind. If you’re not sure about downloading it, you’ve been warned.

After my quick and dirty podcasting, we went back in the water and had equally quick and dirty sex.

I’m realizing that there is something about being outdoors and feeling comfortable that is very erotic for me. I guess it comes as no shock that I am an exhibitionist but I never imagined myself to get such a rush from public sex. It didn’t hurt that as we swam, J was running his hands all over my body and holding me close to him. Before I knew it kisses had turned to gropes and my breasts had been let free from my swimsuit top. I pressed closer to him, knowing that he could feel my hard nipples against his chest.

J grabbed my ass, pulling my hips towards him and I wrapped my legs around his torso as he slid his a few fingers into my swimsuit bottoms. I could feel how hard he was against me and how slippery our bodies were in the water. He shuddered when his fingers found my slit and groaned appreciation for my wetness. I was soon begging him to fuck me.

A lot of people have told me that sex in the water is terrible, never as good as one expects it to be. Those people must have been doing something wrong because I couldn’t have enjoyed it more. Feeling the waves gently rock us and assist our thrusting, the cool water on my naked body, the sensation of near weighlessness in the water. I was rendered nearly speechless and came in a matter of minutes. My orgasm washed over my gently – I rested my head against J’s chest, nibbling on his neck and tasting the salty water on my lips. I felt invigorated and satiated all at once.

It seems like a good time to plan another trip to the beach.