Monthly Archives: September 2008
Kissing Chronicles – After the Drought
Kissing is one of my favorite things to do. It’s funny, I was in a long relationship where kissing was not really a focus. It was a brief bit of foreplay before sex or a once in a while affirmation of affection, but it was never an activity unto itself. It wasn’t until after that relationship that I really rediscovered making out, how much I love it and how good I am at it!
I’d just reentered the dating scene. I was awkward, nervous, unsure of the rules. Looking back, how stupid was I? I was on a business trip and she was showing me around town. It was nice and friendly and sweet, but we had talked a little about attraction. We had admitted desire and now she was in my hotel room, and it was late. Were we were going to just play Scrabble?
I have been told I have good hands. I have thick fingers. I know what to do when fingering a girl and I love doing it. It can be a whole body experience, not just sitting on the couch with your hand awkwardly shoved down her pants (though that’s fun, too). You can get into it, have her on her back with her leg on your shoulder as you drive your fingers into her. Throw her on her hands and knees while you pump her and spank her from behind while pulling her hair.
A bend of the fingers towards her pubic bone and you can hunt for that little bean, that textured spot, the elusive g-spot, the one that makes a girl go from breathing hard to moaning and begging. Lovely.
Last night at In the Flesh we listened to Rachel Kramer Bussel read a short little story that was not part of, but was inspired by Ellen Sussman’s new anthology Dirty Words: A Literary Encyclopedia of Sex.
I thought it was really interesting and I’m glad she posted it today.
In other news I join the plethora of people posting about the New York City Sex Bloggers Calendar, which I am co-designing with Sinclair. It’s been pretty fun going to lunches and meetings with the girls and getting emailed that start “Dear Ladies and Jack.” I’m trying to weasel my way into the photo shoot. We will see.
Here’s the thing, kids… being a straight guy and putting things in your butt is a weird and touchy thing. I’m a sensitive guy, in touch with my feminine side, dare I say even heteroflexible? I’ve just never really been into my butt, literally or figuratively. I could get into a whole thing about overarching gender role confusion and body image weirdness, embarrassment and so on, but in the end I am hedonist and I heard it can be pleasurable, so why not?
I’ve read things, I tend to read a lot about any sexual matter. The prostate, the milking of said gland. All the positives. I have certainly seen women take pleasure when having their bums played with and penetrated and they are sans prostate.
I sort of have other outlets to talk about the serious non sex and relationship stuff, but since I write here I suppose I should address something that is kind of rocking my world right now.
I have a weird pantheon of writing heroes and lovers. I don’t write in the same vein as I read, if that makes any sense. I grew up on Dickens and Mark Twain, a lot of Sherlock Holmes and classics. In high school I started my lifelong obsessed with Henry Miller and Anaïs Nin, while also reading Stein, Hemingway, Faulkner and the like just to hate them with some foundation of proof. I read a lot of beat writers too but disliked the majority of them, Burroughs being the exception. I dabbled in this and that.
I like eating pussy. I would say it vies for top position in my list of favorite things to do, but I’m a bit capricious these and have trouble picking favorites in any category.
The thing about oral sex with a woman is that it is far more difficult to write about than a blow job, on my opinion. Just think of watching each of them. A blow job is an iconic act that is very simple to understand. You suck on the long hard thing until it squirts. Cunnalingis is a little more mysterious. Open legs with a head in front of it. You can’t see exactly what is going on, but it certainly is causing a commotion (hopefully).
Something a little different and a little silly. Geeks feel lust too.
I really love this story. I have lots of notes for more about this character, but I don’t know if I have the knowledge or the ambition to really write it all out. No sex, but some fun. See when you figure out the twist.
So I’m at Pleasure Salon with a variety of people. I got this little paddle delivered to my office so it was sitting in my messenger back and I couldn’t help but take it out and show it off. There is something wonderfully playful and serious about the Fetish Double Slapper. It’s a lovely jet black faux leather with a studded handle, so it is kind of bad ass. Still, it has a heart cut out, which shows a playful side. If I were a sex toy I think I would be the Fetish Double Slapper Paddle by Topco.
I’m pretty happy, because I am so new to this game. I was voted #71 in the 2008 Sexy Bloggers poll. Fun.
The top five are all awesome people, by the way. Congratulations to them all, especially Sinclair and Ellie!
Don’t worry kids, the angsty self analysis will be short lived and Mister McIntyre’s Secret Part 9 is on it’s way.
I’ve been on this wild dating and sexing roller coaster for about 14 months now. Roughly since the day I ended the six year relationship I was in from 25-31 with… let’s call her The Girl Professor. Not that before that relationship I was a prude by any means, I had some interesting times and I got around, but you know something is different when in the last year you have slept with as many women as all the years before combined. I’d say that’s a change in the status quo.
Subway intimacies are wonderful little amusements when you are living a life that is amplified. The little accidental meetings of eyes or occidental faux pas. Reading each others newspapers or coming face to face with ample cleavage. The bump and grind of start and stop trains and the forced sardine meetings of strangers. Innocent intimacies must go unacknowledged by most but not to me.
I am helpless to record the ceremonial reactions of the morning after couple in the little two seat bench at the end of the car. She is slightly embarrassed by her somewhat messy hair. He is both proud of himself and sort of straining to get away. Still his hand finds her knee and her eyes close briefly.
I am looking for ideas for erotic short stories. If you have a senario, a situation, a character, a kink, a scene or just a concept or image you would like me to write about then please either comment here or send me an email.