Real Tales of Sex and the City

You’ve read my side of the (hot, steamy, orgasmic) erotic adventure I had in NYC with Eric Amaranth in Parts IV and V of Cupcakes and Sex.   Now you can read about that same night from his point of view.  I’ve always wondered what it’s like from the other side.  What was he thinking as we flirted over cupcakes?  Was his lingering hug intentional? Does he always send such bold texts to women he’s just met? How does my recollection of our sex compare with his?  The answers to these and other burning questions are found in Part I of Eric’s Matching Entry on his blog on DodsonandRoss.com.

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I think I mentioned in a post on CatalinaSays.com that I got really pretty bracelets from a friend who traveled to Rahasthan.  This is one of them.

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The Ethical Slut is an old standard that I find on many of my friends’  bookshelves.  For nearly ten years it has offered practical advice on navigating the waters of sexual liberation.   Society’s relationship with sexuality has changed since the book was first published in 1997 and so the authors, Dossie Easton and Janet W. Hardy, have updated and expanded on their original ideas with The Ethical Slut 2nd Edition.

The new version provides contemporary strategies, and advice to “expand your circle of lovers and partners, balance your family and personal life, and discover romance and friendship beyond your dreams.”   Notably, the new edition contains practical exercises that require interaction with the reader(s).  Also remarkable is that the authors have consciously included those sluts who are traditionally underrepresented, if not invisible.  There are no assumptions that the reader of this book is a heterosexual, educated, white, suburban woman.  All are welcome to engage with the text.  The language of the book sets a tone of respect for all sexual beings, regardless of labels and identities.

I was particularly interested in reading this book because at times I feel as though I am judged as a person based on a slice of my humanity.  I am openly sexual, I enjoy sex (with men and women).  I write about sex, and I don’t live a traditional monogamous lifestyle.  I am a slut.  If I say it aloud, many women are taken aback, as though I’ve degraded myself and most men see it as an invitation to skip dinner and the date and go straight to bed.

Slut has been in my vocabulary as long as I can remember.  I’ve always been fascinated by the double standard that I recognized at a very young age.  In high school I thought it was interesting that boys were encouraged to get laid as much and as often as possible, but the girls they fucked were easy, loose, sluts.  The other girls, if they didn’t put out were teases.  Just who were these boys supposed to be screwing if good girls don’t have sex before marriage?  Only popular girls went out with boys, so does that mean in order to be popular you have to put out?  That seemed totally illogical.    The fine balance of putting out just enough to be popular but not enough to be a slut is something they don’t teach you in sex ed.  I attempted to educate myself.  The first summer I spent in Costa Rica I went wild.  I fucked half of the soccer team.  It seemed safe - after all, even if they did think I was a slut, I wouldn’t be there to hear about it.  Yes, I was very popular among the boys, but very few girls made friends with me.  I was judged more harshly by my female counterparts than the boys.  Even now, among contemporary women, there is question as to whether or not sleeping with a man on the first date means you’re a slut.

The authors define a slut as, “a term of approval, even endearment.  [...] A person of any gender who celebrates sexuality according to the radical proposition that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you.”  I think it’s safe to say that I fall under the umbrella of the definition.  It reminds me of the saying that “Feminism is the radical notion that women are people, too.”  I am of a generation that takes feminism and sexual freedom for granted to some degree.   I grew up knowing that I could access birth control even as a teenager at the health department, though my Mom always encouraged me to go to her gynecologist and “do it the right way.”

I imprinted at a young age on the dangers of being labeled a slut.  I can remember listening in as my mother sat around the table with three of her friends talking about what it was like to come of age in the 60’s, when women who became pregnant as teens were sent away and returned with a bad reputation; they were forever labeled a slut.  As a young adult I was friends with a slut.   Though birth control was easily available in our community, her slutty behavior was discovered when she became a single mother.  She was a socially acceptable slut though. As the pastor’s daughter, she asked for forgiveness of her sin and was forgiven, provided that she abstain from sex until married in the church .  Reclaiming the word slut is as powerful to women as reclaiming the word queer has been to the LGBT community.

Call me a slut, go ahead.  It doesn’t carry the same power it did when I was a young girl.  In fact, if said by the right person it might even turn me on.  I proudly enjoy a hearty sex life.  It is a new way of identifying.  In fact, Sluts, Cunts, and Whores is a group on FetLife with 11,048 members as of today.  The description of their group reads, “This is the group for those men and women who not only can understand and appreciate sluts, cunts, and whores, but for those who infinitely recognize themselves, their sexuality, and revel in it.”  It seems I’m not alone in considering myself a slut, but what does it mean to be an ethical slut and how does one go about it?

The book outlines the path. It is clear that the advice on setting boundaries and limits, communicating with lovers and partners, and safer sex is both personal, as well as professional.  These two women have dedicated their lives to living and loving openly and consciously.  Their advice is akin to having a trusted auntie who is passing along precious information that our mothers would never dare give us, for fear it would somehow make us promiscuous little sluts.   Ultimately, Easton and Hardy teach us that to be an ethical slut means to take control of your sexuality, to be honest with others who have a stake in the relationship, to be compassionate, and to form the relationships we want through conscious choice and reflection.

Expanded in this edition is a chapter dealing about jealous feelings.  I think jealousy is probably in the top of most people’s mental list of reasons to rule out nonmonogamy (or polyamory as the authors call it).  I’ve read a lot about the topic - Tristan Taormino’s book, Opening Up, comes to mind.  She also addressed the conflicts that can arise from jealous feelings.  What I like about The Ethical Slut is that they not only offer solutions and techniques to work through jealous feelings, but they also offer some explanations as to why people have these feelings to begin with that resonated with me.  I think once you can understand from where the emotional impulse stems, you can more approach it with  logical (rather than emotional) reasoning.

Other practical approaches to the book are tips on flirting and dating, negotiating a new relationship, opening up an existing relationship, and embracing conflict.  And don’t forget that being a slut doesn’t mean you are incapable of love.  The last section of the book is devoted to Sluts In Love.  How does love and committed relationships fit into the life of a slut?  Does love implicitly require devotion, loyalty, Monogamy?  These are choppy waters and without some kind of map, you are likely to hit a rock and sink your love boat.

Aside from the obvious splash created when women harness their sexual power and take ownership of their desires there are the ripples that are quietly created - what happens when a self-professed slut becomes a mom?  That changes everything!  The authors are wise women who temper openness with a realistic view of the legal implications that can be involved for sluts who share too much of their personal life with the wrong people.  They are not afraid to say that sometimes it’s best to keep your sex life very private.

I took from this book a sense of strong feminist ideas that still are relevant today.  Since I have just finished reading Sex for One and Orgasms for Two, I read this book with Betty Dodson’s groundbreaking sexual liberation movement fresh in my memory.  Just how far have we come?  Women who have harnessed their sexual power and are firmly in control of their desires are still a threat to our pseudopuriticanical society.  While women are no longer expected to stay in the kitchen in their aprons and pearls baking pineapple upside down cake, there are still clear expectations for our role in “normal”  society.  It’s okay to sell Girls Gone Wild videos of drunken college girls being slutty for their male audience, but God forbid that same girl engage in that kind of behavior for her own pleasure or thrill.  Gone are the days when you had to be a virgin to wear a white wedding gown, but still with us is the ideal.  Interestingly, while I was in NYC last time I had coffee with a (very attractive) man who is a life partner dating coach - his job is to help people find their life partner - and he said to me that the key for women is to not sleep with a man she wants to have a relationship with until married because he will never respect her enough to have a relationship with her.  I wonder if that is true.  Your comments are welcome on that one.

My daughter volunteers her opinion that, “Sluts have no discretion, it doesn’t matter which guy you date.  It doesn’t matter if they’re nice or mean or anything like that.  She doesn’t have high standards.  She will just take whatever guy will have her.”   She recommends that to protect your reputation you should, “Have high standards and don’t wear provocative clothing, don’t wear bubby shirts or bootie shorts.  You leave something up to the imagination.”

Buy it, read it, pass it along to fellow slut.  The existence of books like this is proof positive that while we may have come a long way, baby, there is still a long way to go.  You can buy The Ethical Slut at my favorite bookstore, Powell’s Books.  You will also find it at Barnes and Noble, Amazon.com, and many other independent and feminist bookstores near you.  I think Dorothy Allison is correct in her assertion that, “…this is the book for those of us still brave enough to make the ethically complex choices.”  That’s probably you, since you are reading my blog :-)

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Kama Sutra Lover's Paintbox from VibeReview.com

Ingredients for a fun and romantic night:

1. Sheets you don’t mind staining
2. Wet washcloth
3. Two (or more) people
4. Kama Sutra Lover’s Paintbox

Directions:

1. Apply chocolate.
2. Lick.
3. Repeat.

For less than you would spend on dinner and a movie, you could spend a very memorable night in - dessert is on you, literally.  It’s nearly impossible to play around with these chocolate body paints without getting turned on.  Painting is as pleasurable as being the canvas.  I dipped my fingers into the chocolate and she sucked them clean, one by one.  I dipped her fingers in white chocolate and licked them, swirling my tongue around the tips of each perfectly manicured fingernail.  I dipped my fingers in dark chocolate and smeared it all over her neck, licking and sucking it clean.  I especially enjoyed painting the milk chocolate onto her nipples and licking it off of them. I painted an arrow down to her pubic bone and licked my way to the tip.  By this time she was writhing and begging for me to dip my tongue into her sweetness, which is exactly what I did, licking her until she begged me to stop.

My turn is next.  I got a series of texts today from her:

I will be home at 6:00.  Let yourself in.
Put on an apron, stockings, and heels.
Make some whipped cream (there is cream in the fridge)
The champagne is chilling.  Rinse and prep the strawberries.
Meet me at the door with everything, ready to welcome me home.

Sex and chocolate go together like strawberries and champagne.  Sex is said to be the only thing better than chocolate, at least to those who are self-professed chocoholics, even science dedicates itself to finding a connection between chocolate and women’s sexual health.  Somehow over time sex and chocolate have gotten intrinsically linked.  Kama Sutra recognized this and created edible chocolate body paints.  Now you can have your chocolate and eat it too!

There are three sensuous flavors in the Kama Sutra Lover’s Paintbox - white chocolate, silky milk chocolate, and dark chocolate.  My favorite flavor is easily the white chocolate.  They taste remarkably good.  Usually I’m opposed to flavored goop, it all tastes like chemicals to me, but this really is just like a very rich icing.

A couple of tips for this product:

• Throw down some towels or a sheet you don’t mind getting stained.  You can relax and cut loose a little bit knowing that it doesn’t matter if you spill on the sheets.
• Incorporate a nice sensual shower into your evening.  It’s nice to start with a clean palette.
• Grab a few different kinds of (clean) paintbrushes.  The paintbrush that is included is fairly stiff and not very sensual.  Don’t forget that finger painting is an art form!
• Keep a wet washcloth nearby to wipe up what your tongue left behind.  I hate sticky body parts.  Also, because yeast feed on sugar, introducing anything sugary near your vagina is a good way to end up with a yeast infection.
• Let your imagination run wild!

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I’m going to keep this very simple.  It is unjust for parental rights to be restricted only because you work in the sex industry.  I don’t want to get into the politics of the past - this is all about Mz Berlin.   Today, instead of reading my words, please read her blog post, “Help a Mother Who Has To Fight To See Her Child.”

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"In My Bed Lie the Souls of All Redheads" by American Primitive

My cosmic friend shared this poem and painting, for which I was the inspiration.  I am honored and flattered to be immortalized on canvas and to inspire an artist to create something where there was nothing before.  After this painting hangs at an art show in September it will come to live at my house.  I have something to look forward to!

In my bed

in my bed

lie the souls

of all redheads

in my bed

lie the hearts

of all poets

in my bed

in the middle of the night

lie the alabaster and the caramel

and the ebony and the freckled

after hours of gin

and hours of bourbon

egg creams,

stout and Steam

with a promise of coffee in the morning

and a promise

of hands, rope

and mouth throughout the night

and all of this in the name of the word

and all of this so that I may write

of the glory of wars

and the passion of whores

and the fear of impotency

overcome by your grace

in my bed

i see the back of your head

and I stroke your face

and I think of the next day to come

when you are gone

and I find another one.

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Happy 2nd Birthday to my friends at Sex In The Public Square.  SITPS is much more than a sex blog.  There are member blogs, forums, polls, news stories, announcements, reviews, calls for action, and resource lists.  It is a site where you are invited to do more than just read - whether that be engaging in a discussion or spreading the word about new legislation that is proposed - Sex In The Public Square is a gathering place of smart, sexy minds.  Drop by and wish them a Happy Birthday today, and if you’re so inclined, you can add @ElizabethSITPS to your Twitter feed and share with her your birthday wish: “What sex-related social change do you want to see in the next year?”

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I love do not disturb door hangers. I want these!

I’ve had some seriously hot hotel sex lately and so I feel inspired to write about a book on my shelf that is edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel and published by Cleis Press, called Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories.  The anthology includes a short-story written by my good friend, Tess.  In fact, my last trip to NYC was purposefully planned by Diva and I to coincide with her reading at In The Flesh from this very book.   Even the book trailer that accompanies the book is hot!  Take a look and listen to Rachel Kramer Bussel’s sultry introduction to (what I consider to be) her hottest book yet:

The only thing common to the book is the theme: Hot Hotel Sex.  There are 20 erotic tales told by 20 different authors from 20 different backgrounds - from sleazy no-tell motels to 5-star getaways, these short stories describe adventures that could be going on right next to you as you snooze the night away.  The variety of writers makes for a nice variety of erotica.  Who would guess that in the room next to you there is a woman tied up, naked, waiting for her Dom and a stranger to fuck her.  Do you ever wonder as you see a couple walking through the lobby if the woman attached to that man’s arm is not his wife nor his daughter?  Have you ever thought about how many people are seeing a call girl in a hotel room right now?  (The number is staggering, I think the hotel industry should actually back any sex workers rights initiatives in their area - no doubt the sex industry is responsible for a decent slice of the pie chart.)  Nobody can deny that there is something inherently hot about hotel rooms.  The escape from normal life allows you to do things you might never otherwise do.

One thing that you can always count on in an anthology edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel is quality erotic writing by a variety of great writers.  I always see names I recognize in her books among names I’ve never seen before, opening my horizons further.  I inevitably find a new favorite writer.  In this case, I had to play favorites and say that Tess’ story is my favorite in the book - but I’ve not only read the story and found myself lost in the fantasy, but I’ve listened to her read it aloud, which was hot in a whole different way.

I always recommend to couples that find themselves feeling a little bored in bed that they should take the time to read a story to each other.  The obvious benefit is setting a sexual tone in the bedroom, but a less obvious benefit may be simply the time spent together reading and being attentive to each other.   Of course, I think single men and women both will enjoy this book, as well, especially if you’ve got a thing for hotels like I do!

The summertime is perfect for grabbing a couple of Rachel Kramer Bussel’s books and heading outside to read.  “They are the perfect books to take with you to the beach”, according to Diva, who has a stack of them sitting nearby just for that purpose!  I think they are perfect for taking on a trip - whether it’s a short trip on the train to upstate NY or a cross-country flight because you can read just one story and put the book down until next time or you can read the entire thing.

For more information about the book and to explore your new obsession with hotel sex, take a look at the Do Not Disturb: Hot Hotel Sex blog.  Aside from just learning more about the book, I noticed that there are posts that are written for people like me who get off on the idea of sex in a hotel (it’s really an interesting blog!).  I can’t say that it’s a fetish for me, I don’t think it’s a necessary component for my sexual satisfaction, but I love hotel sex and everything to do with it and I love reading these stories and falling into their fantasies.

You can find Do Not Disturb: Hot Hotel Sex, and other books by Rachel Kramer Bussel, at Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, and Powell’s.  I have a soft spot for Powell’s, being a girl from Oregon, so I recommend doing all of your book shopping with them.

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As much as I love a luxury item like a Lelo or something romantic like the Kama Sutra sweet celebration box,  there are practical things that every self-proclaimed sexpert has: Good lubes and anti-bacterial toy cleaners.  As I pawed through the “help yourself shelf” of goodies presented to me on my last visit to VibeReview.com, I gravitated towards some of these items.  I had never bought specific anal lubricant - would there be any difference to it?  What makes it special?  I grabbed a bottle.  The same company makes an antibacterial toy cleaner, so I grabbed a bottle.  Considering I do use my toys sometimes with other people, it is imperative that they are cleaned properly, even with the use of a condom on them.

The Climax Bursts Anal Lube is water-based, which makes me smile because I can use it with all of my toys.  But I questioned it’s ability to stand up as an anal lube because when I think of anal lube, I don’t think water-based, I think of a thicker silicone-based lube.  Unless you’re looking for a masochistic experience, the last thing you want during anal sex or masturbation is painful friction.  Good lubricant can make the difference between your bum being really sore the next day and not.   The trick up their sleeve is to combine a water-based lube with vitamin E enriched beads that burst on contact, making the lube a little slicker and a little thicker than you might normally expect.   I’ve tried it out and I’m a converted believer.  This is an ultraslick and ultrathick anal lube that gets my approval.   It meets two important requirements - it lasts without needing to continuously reapply and it doesn’t get gummy and sticky.  Incidentally, because it is water-based and not silicone-based, it is remarkably easy to wash off with soap and water in the shower.  Extra points for the pop top cap that doesn’t leak and and is not a bitch to use with slippery hands.

Climax Bursts also makes the toy cleaner that I have been using for a couple of weeks.  Even if you use a condom on a sex toy, it is still a must to use a good antibacterial toy cleaner. The active ingredient in this toy cleaner is Triclosan, a common ingredient found in antimicrobial and antibacterial handsoaps.  I can’t honestly say what the bursting beads are about.  It says on the bottle, “Water-based toy cleaner with bursting beads Vitamin E enriched for skin protection.”  It kind of seems to me that Climax Bursts felt compelled to include bursting beads because it just is part of their product image.  All of their lubricants have some kind of bursting beads - like the Climax Burst Warming Lube, Cooling Lube, Tingling Lube, and aforementioned Anal Lube.  I think they just threw them in the toy cleaner for branding consistency.  No harm, no foul, just probably not any benefit to them.  Nonetheless, a good antibacterial toy cleaner is one of those practical things that you probably haven’t thought of buying lately, but should.

So take a minute to think about the practical things you need.  Lubes and toy cleaner are two things you probably need.  I’m glad I grabbed these while I had the chance - thanks again to VibeReview.com for letting me pick and choose off the goodie shelf!

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Photography by Altered Aperture

I’m writing this as I wait at the hotel for him, he and I have seen each other once since returning from NYC.  I think we both felt rushed because I was expected to be somewhere else in just over an hour, yet we still took some time to reconnect and touch base.  He gave me amazing oral sex that left my legs shaking and then fucked me like a 19-year-old.  He is more than just a lover to me.  This is another nonrelationship relationship that is outside of traditional poly-speak, another reason I move further away from considering myself polyamorous, but better described as nonmonogamous.  We have clear boundaries, but within those boundaries there is an intimacy that is the result of months and months of these occasions.

He has apparently been keeping up with my blog, because he noted the experience I had with Eric Amaranth and texted me asking me if I would enjoy anal sex.  I asked for clarification - did he want me to fuck him in the ass or the other way around?  In my world, both are distinct possibilities.  I hoped the answer back would be that he wanted to fuck me in the ass - I actually yearned for more after last time.  I got my answer back and it was exactly as I had hoped.

Always thoughtful, he stopped by and left a key for me so that I could enjoy a little solitude before he slips away from his life to join me.  I am going to take advantage of the opportunity to take a kid-free shower, sit alone listening to Radiohead in headphones, and write. What you are reading today (assuming you are reading this the day it was published) is what is about to happen to me tonight (last night to you).  I sit here, anticipating him playing with my body, fucking me in every way with dildos, and finally thrusting his cock into my ass.  I brought the anal lubricant that I managed to grab while at VibeReview.com.  I suppose after tonight, I’ll be able to tell you if there is something special about it or it is just specially labeled.

Now into the shower - you know how it ends - I have to get clean to get dirty.  I’ll write the details tomorrow.

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I have no idea who took this picture. Do you?

I have a weak spot for glass dildos, so when GlassDildoz.com asked me if I’d like to try out any of their RubyGlass21 collection, I selected the Cupcake.  It’s kind of funny, in light of the recent Cupcakes (and sex!) series that this new dildo is named Cupcake.  Pure coincidence, actually.  Have you ever wondered how I choose the toys that I test?  In this case, I chose this dildo because it seemed to me that this was the one I would buy if I were to buy one.   I like to think I’m a pretty savvy toy shopper, and this dildo seemed like the best product for the price.  Most people think that good glass dildos are way out of their budget, but I think The Pleasure Swirl, the Cyberglass Felicity, and the Cupcake are three good examples of really reasonably priced high quality glass dildos.

More often than not I try out new toys with a partner, but this time I spent some quality alone time with The Cupcake, some lube, and my Hitachi Magic Wand.  I poured some lube into my hand and twirled the pretty glass piece around and around in it, warming it gently.  I rubbed the rest directly onto my clit and made my smoothly shaven lips slick.  I thought about past lovers as I slid the glass cock in and out of my pussy, deliberately slowly and concentrated.  I not only wanted to be able to write about it, but I was genuinely turned on at this point and excited by the feeling of this dildo.  It has a little heft to it, and the head is sculped just a little bit, but that small difference is noteworthy.

I sexted a friend of mine that I like to tease, “I have a new glass dildo and I’m trying it out right now.   I have to say, it feels so good.”   I return to fucking myself, slowly, quickly, gently, and hard.  It is the first time that I’ve masturbated with a dildo in a long time.  Though I use sex toys all the time with partners, my habit has become masturbating with my magic wand, intense and fast and done.   This time, I take my time and enjoy all the pleasure that masturbation can bring.  My clit is begging for attention, but I ignore the pleas and continue to fuck myself with the glass cock.

My phone vibrated on my chest with a text back that said, “I wish I could see for myself.”  Of course he does, I think to myself.  Watching a woman masturbate is one of the sexiest things in the world, it’s hot to watch a woman enjoy her own body.  I lie there for a moment, fucking myself, imagining that he’s somehow managed to peek through the doorway and is watching.   I allow myself to indulge in fantasy, which is again different from the way I normally masturbate.  Normally I tend to think about past experiences, re-living them in my mind.  In my fantasy I catch him peeping.  I am stern with him and give him quite a lecture about respecting people’s privacy.   As I delve further into my fantasy of punishing him, I grab for my magic wand.

I imagine spanking him, making him confess his darkest sexual fantasies, teasing him with my pussy but never letting him touch nor taste me.  With my right hand I was fucking myself with the glass cock and with my left, holding the wand on my clit.  I like the way the combination of having the fake cock in my pussy and the vibrating wand on my clit feels.  I came, thinking about having him at my feet, watching him stroke his cock at my instruction and under my scrutiny, as part of his punishment for invading my privacy.   I threw down the Hitachi and pulled the cock out, panting a bit.

“Wow, that’s the best fucking I ever gave myself,” I thought.   I texted him back, “I just got myself off imagining what I would do to you if I ever caught you watching me.”  I smiled, knowing that this would be his new fantasy the next time he jerked off.  After the sex fog cleared, I hopped up and washed off Cupcake with the new anti-bacterial toy cleaner I am also testing. One of the nice things about glass dildos is that they are so easy to keep clean and sanitary.  The cleaner gets an A+ for leaving the dildo squeaky clean and the dildo gets a gold star, for its shape, design, quality, and price.

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For quite some time I have had a perfect nonrelationship relationship with my Mr. F.  I think the first time I met him it was the summer of 2007 and the first time I sucked his cock it was November, 2007.   What makes our nonrelationship relationship so perfect?  It’s nothing but pure joy and fun.  He brings absolutely no pressure or drama to my life and every moment I spend with him is ecstasy.  We leave life out of the equation.  There is no stress.  Of course it doesn’t hurt that he is ungodly attractive!  When it works out that we are both free on the same night at the same time and in the same place (more or less) it works out.  Last week I wanted to see him after returning from NYC, but I ended up staying home to be responsible.  Yesterday it didn’t work out because of something on his end.  Tonight the sun, moon, and stars aligned.

I planned to go to Amelie’s to sit alone and write for a while.  It is really the first time I’ve gone anywhere since returning from NYC.   Amelie’s is close to where he lives, which is quite convenient, because as it turned out we would actually be free on the same night at the same time and in the same place (more or less).   I’ve missed his cock.  I think about him often, remembering the way he filmed me last time, as I watched myself on the tv sucking him off.  My pussy remembers his cock sliding in, completely filling me up.  I think about him pouring his come into my mouth as I get off, feeding every drop to my open and eager lips.  After several texts I was headed to his apartment, the last text from me read, “I am so wet just thinking about your cock.”

I went to his apartment, it’s become so second nature that I can’t remember the names of the streets, just how to get there.  There is a familiarity to the routine.  I slip off my heels and we sneak up the stairs like teenagers past his roommates’ rooms all the way to the top floor and I close the door behind me.  I open up my bottle of orange juice and take a few sips.  (Here’s a Catalina sex tip:  the acid in orange juice causes your saliva to be thick and abundant which makes for great blow jobs!)

There is no need for talk.  One look at me and he could tell that I was ravenous.  Without conversation he was naked and I was on my knees in front of him with his cock in my mouth.  I swallowed him and stroked him with my tongue.  I found myself overenthusiastic.  He grabbed my head and slowed me down.  He has a way of controlling me without saying a word - just a touch and I respond.  I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth to see him looking down at me with that look on his face that I love to see.

I played around with my tongue, swirling it around his shaft, licking his cock from the base to the very tip of it, again swallowing him.  Again, I look up at him.  Though he’s never said it, I know that he likes to look down at me looking up at him with his cock in my mouth.  He doesn’t say much, but it’s the way he says it, kind of a quiet moaning, “Oh fuck, yes.”

It is to my delight that his orgasm builds and builds for quite some time as I stroke, lick, and suck his magnificent cock (and yes, it really is magnificent).  I look up to see the familiar look of his face just before he comes.  I milk his cock with my hand and slurp the cum out, every little bit of it, and then take his cock back in my mouth and let his cum spill all over his cock, only to lick it up again.

I think he knew when he saw my face that I was hungry for more.  He left me there, lapping at his cock and gently sucking him hard again.  He laid out on the bed and I devoured his body with my mouth.  I stopped and looked at his face.  I was begging with my eyes.  I didn’t take my lips off his cock as I pulled off my panties.  Without interruption my pussy replaced my mouth and that magnificent cock, rock hard again for a second round, felt exactly perfect.  I pressed my hips down harder, taking more of him in.  My clit rubbed against him as his cock filled my body and very soon I was biting my hand trying not to make more noise while coming than I was already making.  I rested my head for a minute on his chest.

What he did next he’s done once before.  With his hard cock still inside my quivering cunt, he picked me up with one arm and threw me down on the bed.  I think this is his signature move, I’ve never been with anybody else who does this.  And then he continued to fuck me, and fuck me, and fuck me… I begged him to fuck me harder.  He did.  He absolutely fucked me silly.   When he came in me he gently collapsed, panting.  I laid there for a minute, appreciating the contrast of his dark skin on top of my porcelain white body.

As we put on clothes, we casually spoke about weather and New York.  He walked me downstairs and we stood outside for a minute, waiting for the downpour to turn back into rain, talking about places we’d like to live.  A kiss on the cheek, and I was on my way.  My panties were soaked as I sat at Amelie’s the rest of the evening with a smile on my face that only someone who has just had great sex would have.  I had that freshly fucked look to me, my hair just a little off, my eye make up just a little smeared, no lipstick left.  I never felt more beautiful.

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This goes with the pic found in part III - Click to see

Let’s not waste any time.  This post is purely about sex with Eric Amaranth.  You can read the other sections and catch up or just dive in right here.

I completely left myself in his hands, feeling like it was a unique opportunity to feel completely safe and comfortable with a new lover.  I inherently trusted him.  Though he was clearly in control the entire time, there was not a D/s power exchange.  I felt like I was trusting him to lead, knowing that he would actually get me off better if I followed his directions.

He positioned me on my tummy with my legs spread somewhat, instructing me to play with my clit with my fingers, but assuring me that I could ask for the wand at any time.  We had spoken openly while we were on our long walk about things that maybe you wouldn’t normally discuss openly with a new lover.  I felt like he already had a sense of my body and certainly my preferences in general before he ever touched me.

He very gently, slowly, and methodically began to play with my ass to open me up and relax me completely.  As he poured a little lube onto his fingers, he poured some onto mine, and I began to rub my clit slowly.   He touched me as expertly as I had hoped he would, knowing exactly where to massage and precisely how to open my body up to him.  What built was an orgasm that built from his fingers in my ass that ended in my clit between my fingers.

I recall sensing him behind me, watching me, commenting on the way my face looked as I was at the peak of ecstasy.  I was ready for more.  I wanted whatever he had to offer.  I craved more sex for the first time in a long time.  When he asked me if I wanted to see what I had coming, I of course nodded with enthusiasm, as he took off his underwear.  He laid on the bed, completely naked and utterly flawless.  His cock was impressive - we discussed it actually, the size of his cock and the way his cock reacts to certain touches.  I have to say it was difficult for me to a) keep my right hand away from his cock, since it had just been rubbing my clit and b) keep his unprotected cock out of my mouth.  I didn’t say a word, but he knew it from the look in my eyes, and he actually said, “Nuh uh uh… you can’t, as much as you want to.”   One added perk to fucking (or being fucked by, maybe I should say) someone who has made a career out of sex education is that safe sex is a must.  He even taught me a condom trick, because I can never roll them on easily the right way the first time.  I’ve since taught everyone I know.

Another tip from a pro: Don’t use the liquid that comes in the little Fleet disposable enemas.  Instead, just use warmish water.  Another one of those things that we had discussed during our long walk was the enema that he brought along with him.  Obviously I didn’t wake up in the morning anticipating an amazing night of anal sex, but when he told me to trust him and that he would take care of everything, I absolutely did just that and this was just another one of those things that I felt was oddly comfortable and not embarrassing or humiliating.  It was really just more a matter of good form and technique and all about better penetration and ultimately a better orgasm for both of us.  It was later, after thinking about this that I mentioned to Tess that it was like having sex with a non-civilian.  That either makes sense to you or it doesn’t.

He carefully and gently gave me the enema, the entire time checking in and rubbing my back, and left the bathroom to give me privacy.  We went through this not once, but twice, before proceeding.

After dealing with the practicalities of (awesome) anal sex, I returned and he positioned me perfectly and spent time to make sure my ass was ready for his cock and then he showed me his nifty condom trick, and fucked me oh so well.  His physical strength was obviously to his advantage, as his motion was perfectly controlled.  I felt every millimeter of his cock slowly sliding into me as deeply as I could take him and I felt every millimeter of his cock slowly withdrawing almost removing him from my body.  I felt my hips react, reaching toward him, wanting to keep him inside of me.  It was an involuntary movement, a pure pleasure reaction.  For a time, I completely ignored my clit and got lost in the anal pleasure.  He outlined the profile of my body with his fingers, and for the first time, I did not pull away from the touch, disgusted with my own body.

I positioned the wand on my clit, rubbing into it harder and harder as he fucked me harder and harder.  I knew that I would come.   I am not sure where one wave of orgasm began and the other ended.  I felt pleasure, seemingly endless pleasure and continued to climb to the next level of orgasm as I felt his orgasm build.  As his orgasm built and I was out of my mind with pleasure, he fucked me harder and harder.  I responded with even louder moans, begging him to fuck me hard.  I was still coming when he came, and his freely and loudly expressed roar of energy was released, feeding my frenzy until finally I felt him fall onto me and I turned off the wand.

Hours had passed and we found ourselves hunting for towels for a shower.  I laugh and tell Eric that I cannot figure out how the shower works, and I think I told him the shower story from yesterday.  He instantly figured it out, and I did feel stupid.  Whatever, it’s just a funny story already, and we jumped in the shower and I recognized that this is my last opportunity to touch his body.  I ran my soapy hands all over his body, purposefully noting not only the visual memory but the kinetic memory as well.

We left D’s apartment exactly as we had found it, except for the enema and condom wrapper in the garbage.  I walked him down the stairs to the street where we kissed goodbye one last time and then went upstairs (until it just started to suck) where I walked in and immediately texted Tess like a teenaged girl and said, “Are you still up?”  to which she replied, “Yes, call…”

By the time D came home, Eric had long since left.  In fact, the sun was coming up and D and I were both still awake.  I explained to him that I would wash the load of towels on the washer tomorrow.    We reflected about how odd and yet strangely normal it is that I had sex in his apartment and then we decided we should try to get some sleep since I had to meet my girl friends at Grand Central Station at something like 2 pm to catch the train to Tess’ Memorial Day BBQ sleepover.

The remaining four days were delicious and full of adventure.  It was a truly fantastic getaway.  I keep the perfect weekend nearby as a mental cupcake.

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The View From D's Perfect Apartment

When I left off in Catalina loves Cupcakes (and sex!) Part III, I had just ended one adventure with my friend from Charlotte and was about to embark on another adventure.  I was sitting in the Bowery waiting for a couple of hours before leaving for a cupcake date at Penelope. I was going to meet someone that I knew of, but had never met, and I was really excited not only because I felt like we had a lot to talk about, but because I was really attracted to him (or at least what I’d seen of him in digital form).

I had plans with my friend, D, to stay the night on his couch, which was just a few blocks away from Penelope, so he said he would come by and drop off keys at Penelope and show me how to get “home”.    It must be noted that part of what makes this night/weekend so perfect is that D lived in a fantastic apartment from where you could sit and see the Empire State Building out the window.  It is a small apartment, but it is an amazing place.  It is in a nice neighborhood and it’s a walk-up, so I smile to remember D saying to me, “You’ll know when you’re at my apartment because just when it starts to suck, you’re here!”   And it was true.   Just a couple of more floors up and we were on the roof taking pictures.   He and I have a unique friendship and I don’t think that what happened Saturday night would have ever happened had I not been staying at his place.  He is a key part of what made the perfect weekend so perfect.

So I hop out of the subway station on 28th, seemingly completely cool and confident, knowing exactly where I was going, but in reality I was nervous to meet Eric Amaranth in person.  Every insecurity a person has when they go on a date popped up.  This rarely happens to me though.  I note it as a unique experience, that there is something different about this unofficial cupcake date than the myriad unofficial coffee/cupcake dates before it.  I chalked it up to fangirl anxiety and I walked in and we hugged and said hello.  It was not a normal hug though.  It lasted just a tad bit longer than a normal hug and was just a little tighter.  I tingled.

We sat at the bar in the corner and split a chocolate cupcake.  It was the most delicious chocolate cupcake I have ever eaten.  I don’t remember what it tasted like, to be honest, but I can remember exactly what he was wearing and exactly how I was sitting and exactly the moment he touched my bare leg casually.  We ended up grabbing a bite to eat because neither of us had eaten and it was by now about 2:30 in the afternoon.  We talked about our obvious common interest in sexuality and his work with Betty Dodson.

It was then that D showed up with the keys and sat down with us to talk for a bit.    I suck at directions, so I needed D to actually meet me at Penelope and show me the way “home” or I would have ended up in Brooklyn.  We talked over brunch.  I only remember parts of the conversation, but I do remember having discussed my affection for the Njoy Eleven as part of a bigger discussion about sex.  I also remember the second time that Eric touched my bare leg as we were wrapping up our brunch.  It was time to say goodbye and we stood on the street for a moment, as if there were more to be said that hadn’t been said, and hugged goodbye.  I again noted that there was an electrical zap when our bodies touched.  I appreciated feeling the muscles of his back as I rubbed it gently.  I was entirely aroused and giddy like a school girl.  The thought of him fucking me was almost overwhelming as I imagined his naked body.  It wasn’t merely a physical attraction, but the idea of someone who has studied sex and made it his life’s work fucking me was in itself a turn on.   Knowing that he would be masterful in bed was hot to me.

So D and I walk back to his apartment and hang out for a while.  It’s nice to catch up.  I’d never been at his place before and I was awestruck by the view from the rooftop!   There were a couple of text messages back and forth between Eric and I - something along the lines of it was nice to meet you and you give great hugs.  In the meanwhile, I was chilling out with D, who had a great apartment and I was messing around on my laptop while he was making plans to go out with his friends for the evening.  I was seriously already so content just having had such a wonderful day up to that point and then something happened that has never happened before: I got a sexy text message from Eric that had me absolutely speechless and turned on.  I showed it to D.  He remarked that this must happen all the time to me, and he’s right to some degree - I do get a lot of interesting texts and emails, but never the kind that stop me in my tracks like this did.  It said:

Okay, my cock tingled when you said you love big toys.  Want to take my nimbus tonight after some quality vaginal opening time and you with your favorite clit play?

I wrote back something.  I’m not sure what it said to be honest, but it elicited this response:

It will obviously be a greater pleasure to know you once I’ve heard your well-spoken voice’s sounds while coming hard all over my fat, well-driven, midnight black cock, now won’t it?

I was pacing all over D’s apartment, my mind was racing, my heart was pounding, my clit was throbbing.  I wrote back to him something along the lines of his idea being perfect, but my timing was not as perfect.  I had just started my period.  I felt oddly comfortable even mentioning my period knowing that he knows women’s bodies better than some women know their own.  My reaction to his response is actually quite funny in retrospect.  He responded:

Imagine the man who co-invented how to fuck…well…with the magic wand.  Have you ever taken gently curving thick cock gliding sloooowly, perfectly, in your ass while making your clit take the wand’s power till she can’t anymore and has to make you come, and the orgasm feelings mix down into the clenching walls of your relaxed and blissed rectum?  I’ve heard that can be a suitable alternative to your cunt in times like these.  Although the poor thing may drool crimson and slickness from her pretty closed lips.

My reaction:  Imagine me walking all over D’s apartment saying to myself, “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.”   That went on for a while.  I tried to respond a dozen times, everything I started to say sounded wrong.  I called my friend, Tess, and I said, “You have to help me!  I don’t know what I’m going to do here!!”  and Tess said, “I don’t get it, you like him and he likes you and what’s to figure out?  Fuck him.”    It’s kind of cute to reflect upon, seeing myself as this confident and sexually powerful person turn into a babbling idiot.

After a little while I came up with some response along the lines of, “Yes, please”.  By this time D had left for the evening, leaving his apartment for us if we needed it, which was extraordinarily nice of him.  I suppose if we didn’t have such an unusual friendship to begin with it would be unusual, but it really wasn’t.  Even D noted that he would not have ordinarily been okay with it and I acknowledged that if it weren’t his place, I wouldn’t have even considered it, but I guess in light of our bizarre relationship and connection it just seemed to be okay for real.  Still, we planned to meet back at Penelope and actually go somewhere else entirely.  I had just half an hour to get ready and I wanted to take a quick shower, but I couldn’t actually figure out how to make the shower work.  I’m really not stupid, I swear.  I just couldn’t figure it out, so I sat down in the bathtub and washed myself.  It was exactly that moment that I realized D had come back home for a little bit - because I had left the bathroom door partway open intentionally for the dogs.  I was actually kind of mortified, like Oh My God I think D just saw me naked in the tub.  This is especially ridiculous since he’s seen pretty much all of my Lever 2000 body parts in pictures.  I was so embarrassed, that being the totally cool guy that he is, he just split for like 10 minutes to let me get out of the apartment.  I’ll have to ask him about that now that some time has passed.  It seems funny now, but then I was truly just so out of my head at the time that I reacted as though he’s never seen me naked or read my blog.

I grabbed my things and headed to Penelope to meet Eric for our erotic adventure.  I sizzled with sex.  I wore a wrap around dress without panties or a bra, so with one tug I would be completely naked.   I met him there, on the corner where we had left off before, and kissed and he kissed so great.  And he grabbed my hand and we started walking.  I was uncharacteristically shy.  As we walked down the street I was odd and awkward, like it was my first time.  He asked me questions about my experiences in the past with anal sex.  Clearly he didn’t know how much I love to be fucked in the ass.  I looked down at the sidewalk and didn’t say much.  I was completely in my head and thoroughly aware of my body, every move, every touch of his fingers, and every word he said were recorded to memory.

We got to where we were going only to realize that we did not have the right keys to get in the building.  After several failed attempts to figure out a way in, we admitted our defeat.   But there was no way in hell I was letting this opportunity slip through my fingers because of logistics.  I called D and I said, “So you know how earlier you offered your apartment to me…?”   He said he’d call when he was on his way home from the party.  (See, I told you he was instrumental in this night!)

On our walk back toward D’s apartment we found ourselves with a half an hour to kill and again at Penelope.  I thought it was really cute that Eric was eating for extra energy like a runner would carb load before a marathon.  I had yet more cupcake, but this time vanilla with buttercream frosting, my favorite.  I still felt a little awkward and silly, but I liked that feeling - it doesn’t happen often.  I was clearly out of my normal comfort zone, but outside of my comfort zone is where I like to be sometimes.  I kept reminding myself that my body doesn’t have to be perfect, even if his is.   I reassured myself that I would relax and let myself enjoy it.  I talked myself through several mini-panic attacks, all while he ate and we talked about something.

When we returned to D’s apartment, I opened the door and found the apartment dimmed and quiet.  Feeling as though I was in the hands of an expert, I let the expert lead.  We stood in D’s room and said very few words.  He let me take his clothes off and I ran my hands down his chest and stomach, over his ass, down his thighs and to his calves feeling like he was flesh over steel.   My dress opened, revealing my body entirely, and I stood there confidently stating that this is me.  The combination of mental attraction and physical attraction was truly intoxicating.

What happened next was sensational.  I couldn’t even tell you how many times I came.  Time has a way of becoming distorted in sex, so it seems like I came for minute after minute again and again.  It is at least my reality.  It will be interesting to see what Eric writes about the experience from his reality.  As for the details?  I’m going to hold out on that until tomorrow.  I have to try to reconstruct it mentally to write about it, oh woe is me.  Obviously, it is with open consent that he and I are sharing this experience in our blogs.  I encourage you to read his.  At some point, I expect you’ll read about this experience from the other side and that will be very interesting!

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I love the pics I took this time in NYC. This is from a bar around the corner from my temporary NYC home.

You can catch Part I and Part II before reading this part if you’d like to catch up, but in summary I’ve had a flawless weekend that began on Thursday and really, didn’t end until I left NYC.  Now we are at the point where it’s Friday night and I’ve already been fucked and had a great dinner out.   We took a cab back to the hotel and sat outside for a bit, watching and judging people as they walked by.  Oh come on, you know you do it, too!  I just admit it.

We returned to our suite and while he was in the bathroom, I got naked and slid between the sheets.  What a sexy vision to return to, a women naked in your bed waiting for you, right?  So he climbed into bed with me and we curled up together to watch a movie.  I couldn’t tell you the name of the movie, I don’t really even know what the plot was, but I did enjoy just lying there next to him with his hand on my back, taking a moment to breathe and relax.   Soon we were kissing, and kissing led to making out, and making out led to sex.  He rolled me onto my back and we had plain old fashioned, good old vanilla sex, missionary position and all.  I cradled his head as he fucked me, to keep him from sustaining a concussion on the headboard.  I met his every move, matched his every thrust with my own hips.   I kissed his neck and licked his ear and quietly whispered, “Come.  Don’t worry about me, just come.  I can tell you want to,” and he did.  I felt completely and utterly satisfied.  I don’t even remember drifting off to sleep.   My day had been very fulfilling and falling asleep effortlessly with a smile was the perfect way to end it.

I woke up in the morning, not because I normally awake in the morning, but because he woke me up.  I was lying on my left side and he was snuggled up against my back, his cock awake and ready, nudging me awake.  He knows I’m not a morning person, we’ve had this discussion more than once, but I love morning sex that I don’t have to wake up for.  I don’t know if that makes sense, but I woke up enough to say, “There is some lube in my bag there if you want to hand it to me.”  He handed me the bag and I handed him the lube.  He slid into me from behind, I moaned and pushed back against him.   In my semi-conscious state I moaned with pleasure but didn’t feel any desire to orgasm myself.  I simply savored the feeling of his cock, knowing that this half-asleep fuck was exciting for him - I think it gives him the freedom to use my body for his own pleasure without feeling guilty, knowing that I really don’t want to wake up enough to come myself.  I moan in pleasure, feeling him pulling my hips closer and harder and faster.  He comes and lies next to me, rubbing my back as I fell back to sleep.

A few hours later, he wakes me up.  It is almost noon and it’s time to go.  Our time together is over and it’s time for him to fly back to Charlotte to spend the rest of Memorial Day Weekend with his family and friends.   We part ways back in the East Village, as he goes out of his way to drop me off at Bowery Poetry in the cab he is taking to the airport, and we kiss each other goodbye.  The next time we will see each other it will be in Charlotte, but our one night together in NYC was magical.

This is where one adventure ends and another begins.  From the East Village I will take the 6 train back up to 28th street, where I am planning to meet Eric for cupcakes at Penelope.   At least I thought I was just going to have cupcakes.  As it turned out, the night was unexpectedly more delicious than the cupcake we shared.  And here is a good place to pick up tomorrow:  at Penelope’s, sharing a  cupcake with Eric and waiting on a friend who is bringing me the keys to my home for the night on his place on the couch.

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Photography by Pastclien

I left off in Part I of this tale about my epic weekend in NYC in Midtown Hilton with a special friend who flew in to NYC for a night with me.  I got a little ahead of myself, talking about dinner already, since before we had dinner, we had sex!  Oh yes, I told you there was sex involved!

We settled in our suite and sat together for a while catching up on life, work, family.  Soon we were literally miles from home in our own little world, kissing and being kissed.  It was not long before I had his cock out of his pants and into my mouth.  I love sucking his cock not only because he has a wonderful cock, but also because I love the sight of someone who truly enjoys it and you can tell enjoys it.  I love to make him moan and scream.  His pleasure gets me off.  It isn’t that I don’t want my own orgasm, but I can totally enjoy sex by feeling satisfied that I’ve been the best fuck he has ever had.

I bring him to the brink of orgasm, I know because we’ve been in this place before, his cock is not foreign to me.  I suck and lick his cock with my tongue until I’m no longer sucking his cock and replace it with my pussy, lowering myself onto him and fucking him, taking in every bit of him that I could.  I ground my hips into his, rubbing my clit with my fingers, my head thrown back - my back arched in such a way that I can remember my hair hitting my ass as I fucked him.   As I rode him, I could hear the bed banging into the wall and it turned me on more knowing that our “neighbors” knew exactly what was happening on the other side of the wall.  Doesn’t matter if they really existed or not, in my mind they were there and they were listening.

And when I was ready to give in, when I felt like he couldn’t hold back any longer, I stopped and flopped onto my tummy, stretching my hands out for his hands to grasp as he lay on top of me, fucking me.  His cock, in particular, is perfectly shaped so that when he fucks me this way he always hits my G-spot.  It’s a unique fit, like two puzzle pieces, but every single time he fucks me like this, our hands grasp tighter and tighter as my pussy grasps tighter and tighter and I beg him to come.

Moments later he is lying on top of me, and as always, I whisper, “You can relax, I like the weight of your body on mine.”  We stayed there, in a state of phantasmagorical post-coital bliss for a few minutes before bringing ourselves back.  As always, I jump up and grab a warm washcloth, wiping him down and drying him off with a towel.  I return from the bathroom ready for dinner, my hair only looks better as a result of being fucked.

We leave the hotel for dinner with that sex vibe and energy.  I feel like the whole world can tell that we just fucked.  Perhaps that’s just wishful thinking.  This is a good place to leave off though, so tomorrow I’ll write about the sex we had after dinner and in the morning.  The best part about this?  I haven’t even gotten to the cupcakes yet and there is more sex still to come!

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Some of my favorites that I took on my trip with me

I don’t want to put off New Toy Tuesday just because I’m writing about my epic weekend, so you get two posts today!  (Wild applause is noted, thank you)

Every time I go to New York, I spend time with the owner of VibeReview.com.  It’s no secret that VibeReview.com is my favorite online toy store and that I’m loyal to them.  It’s not just because they are a great company, it’s also because I know the owner of the company and I know how much energy and time he puts into making his business the best business he can.  He’s kind of like one of us, a dreamer who wants to work to live, not live to work.   I consider him a personal friend.

So I’m hanging out with the owner of VibeReview.com looking at the shelf of products that are available for me to take with me and try out, and I ended up getting things that I think I maybe wouldn’t normally think about.  For example, I took a bottle of antibacterial toy cleaner, a new product line I believe, and I’ve already used it.  I am not sure how I feel about it yet, to be honest with you, and I think I may have broken the cap.  I also took some anal lubricant.  What makes it special anal lubricant?  We’ll find out, now won’t we?!

I grabbed a pink dildo that is kind of like the Curve in that it has a little “handle” at the end, however, unlike the curve it has a bullet to slide into the notch so that it is a vibrating dildo.  I love the Curve, it’s no secret.  Ask any of my friends and they can attest to my insistence that they have one for themselves!  If it is like the Curve and vibrates, then wahoo!  I’ll let you know.

Finally, because I didn’t want my luggage to weigh too much, I took one more thing - Kama Sutra Chocolate Body Paints.  I love Kama Sutra products.  I have massage oils, powders, and now body paints.  If they are as awesome as the rest of the Kama Sutra line, then I have no doubt that they will not only be fun, but yummy!  I’ve been told that they are essentially a very high fat chocolate icing, so you can lick and lick and lick and keep licking.  I think it will be worth the extra time on the treadmill for a night of chocolate and sex.  What a decadent duo.

Thanks again, to VibeReview.com for the goodies!  It’s good to be Catalina :-)

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Can you guess which toes belong to which girl?

This story is too good for one blog post, so for the next few days I am going to write about my epic weekend in NYC.  What makes it so perfect?  It’s just that every single detail of every single day worked out in my favor (and it didn’t hurt that it was fleet week either!).  We’re going to fast forward to my second week in NYC.

My epic weekend began on Thursday evening when I walked from where I was staying in the East Village to the Lower East Side to meet up with my friends, Tess, Diva, Mina Meow, and Dharma at Fontana’s for drinks and a little bit to eat from Vanessa’s across the street.   Tess has green glitter eyeliner and puts some on me.  It’s these little details that make me smile to reflect upon.  We had a couple of drinks, ate our snack, and headed to the Happy Ending Lounge for In The Flesh NY, an erotic reading series hosted by my friend Rachel Kramer Bussel.   There, I got to meet Calico for the first time after hearing so much about her from Lochai and I sat with my friend Twanna, who I just adore!  I left at intermission because I was going to stay with Audacia Ray for the evening and I wanted to get there relatively early.  Audacia’s place was perfect because a) it’s a great apartment full of really interesting books that I perused through and b) it is calm and peaceful.  I had my own room and my laptop and I was absolutely content enjoying the slower pace.

Friday went even better!  My Friday had been planned for weeks in advance, as a good friend of mine was flying in for the night to spend the evening and night with me.  As it turned out, he put us in a beautiful suite at the Hilton in midtown and we went to dinner at Buddakan.  It may have well been the best meal I’ve ever had - the entire experience was perfection.  We had drinks at the bar while we waited for a table and it is a really nice area, very hip and trendy and the use of hip and trendy shows how unhip and untrendy I am normally.  It was definitely a step out of my usual life and I enjoyed it!  We had amazing food and incredible dessert.  It was an extra treat to take a cab in NYC and not go somewhere on the subway, too (see, it’s these little things that make the weekend so memorable!)

Wait, back up… I’m already leaving out details.  So I go on the subway from Dacia’s to midtown with an entire weekend’s worth of stuff with me and my laptop and my handbag.  I found my metro card without a struggle and swiped it and as I walked through the turnstile, the train pulled up and I jumped on.  I mean every single moment of this weekend just worked out perfectly.  So I get to midtown and usually I get off the subway and walk the wrong direction, but this time I actually came out on the right side of the street and walked in the right direction!  On my way I saw a street vendor who was selling earrings.  Earrings were my teenager’s only request from NYC and I hadn’t found any yet, so I stopped and bought a pair of earrings for her that she actually (gasp) liked!

I walked into the Hilton and he was there waiting for me.  How flattering that he would fly into NYC for a night just to see me.  It still amazes me.

“I hope you are ready to be spoiled,” he said.

This is a good stopping point.  I’ll write about Friday night after dinner and Saturday morning when we said goodbye to each other tomorrow.  We’re really just getting to the best part!  So far there has been no sex nor cupcakes, but just you wait and see!

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I couldn't say it better myself!

How appropriate.  As I was leaving yesterday to return to Charlotte, I saw this out of the cab window.  At least for now, moving is simply not feasible.  There are a number of reasons - one of them is the apartments that we could afford are not in places I would want to raise my children.  Let us not forget that the M in MILF is Mom.

I had an amazing time in New York, as always.  Every trip actually is better than the previous.  This trip was amazing in so many ways, my head is still spinning.  I am looking forward to writing about some of my experiences and crazy adventures, but for now I thought I’d just announce that I’m back home in Charlotte and New York will remain (at least for now) my little getaway.  Flights leave CLT for LGA every two hours. I’ll be back!

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Check out this picture I took of a mannequin in a window display in NYC.  It was too good to not share.

I’m getting ready to head out for drinks with my sex(y) blogger buddies and then we’re going to In The Flesh.

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So I am again in NYC and this time I have two weeks to bum around and find trouble.  Oddly, I haven’t found all that much trouble.  It has been a very mellow trip.  I was stood up once.  I went out a few times for coffee with various people.  I have met some blogger friends that I hadn’t met in real life before.  I have walked all over the city, mastered the subway (ha!), and spent some time with the ladies and aside from that I’ve been very mellow.

I came to NYC thinking I might find a job and move here, but the more I think about it the more I think it’s a bad idea.  NYC is my getaway.  It’s a place to escape to and have adventures.  I don’t think it’s the place for me to live though.  I can’t even imagine the logistics of moving - how the hell does anybody move in this city?!  It seems unreasonable.  I know people do it all the time and if I *really* wanted it, I’m sure I could, but I’ve decided that now is probably not the time for it.  Perhaps when my little one is a bit bigger and my big one is off in college.

I’ve got no good sex to report.  I’ve had no sex.  NONE.  In weeks!!  I know, right?!

But I am starting to write again and I think for me this post is all about diving back in the water.  I’m going to take back more control on BestSexBloggers.com and make some changes to it - I’ve neglected it way too long and Diva has done a great job of filling in for me, but it is my baby and I want to take better care of it.  So here I am - SPLASH.

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Photography by Andrei Petrosyan

Thanks to Rogue Angel, who is giving me the day off today and providing you with a sexy tale at the same time.

The doorbell rang and I went to go see who it was when I saw Him on the other side of the door. I looked into the mirror to make sure I looked alright when I answered.

“Hey! You’re right on time. It’s amazing,” I laughed.

“Ready?”

“Yup, just let me get my shoes on.”

I went into my room to get my heels and brought them out to the living room to put them on. I slipped my feet into the 6inch black heels, and bent over to buckle them when I felt air on the lower half of my ass. I forgot how short my skirt was and hoped Sir didn’t see my black lace thong. I quickly buckled my heels and stood up and turned around to see you looking away. I took a step towards Him when I felt the strap of one heel slip, so I bent over again to fix it.

I felt His eyes on my ass when I decided to wiggle my ass a little bit and all of a sudden I felt a hand rubbing my ass, and a smack. I squeaked a little bit and wiggled more. Another smack was rained down on my ass, and I almost purred. I started to straighten up when I felt a hand on the back of my neck holding me in place. Another smack on the ass, just a little harder had tears coming into my eyes.

“I didn’t tell you, you could move did I?”

“No, Sir you didn’t.”

“You thought to tease me didn’t you?”

“I was just playing. I didn’t think you were paying attention.”

A few spanks landed on my ass quickly and hard enough to have me brace myself on the couch. My ass started getting a light blush going when all of a sudden I felt something cold slide into my ass. I moved a little bit getting used to the sensation and moaned slightly. Sir knew how much I loved my butt plug and the sensations it brought to me. I moaned softly while I squirmed to get the feel through out my body.

I felt Sir’s hands grip my hair and start to twist and pull it and me up with it. I moaned and tried not to look Him in the eyes so He wouldn’t see how excited I was.

“Look at me,” Sir commanded.

I tried to shake my head no, when Sir commanded again and I still wouldn’t when I felt a slap across my face. I then looked up at Him and He could tell I was slipping away into space. He slapped me across the face again while pulling my hair and I started to float.

Sir brought me to the couch and sat down and put me across His lap and started spanking me. With each blow I started to get wetter and wetter, while the feeling of the spanks and the butt plug started to make me squirm in pain and pleasure. The  pale ivory of my ass was getting redder and redder with each slap. It was so hot to the touch that I felt the heat radiating off of it. The tears started running down my cheeks, from the pain of the spanks hitting my ass, making the red marks turn into black and blue.

“Please Sir, I can’t take anymore,” I begged.

He ignored my begging and kept spanking me.  I started to beg some more, when I felt the first thud of a flogger instead of a hand on my ass.  Instead of begging for Him to stop I was begging Him to use the flogger instead.  At my begging He decided to go back to spanking again.  I started to beg for Him to stop again, and knew that He wouldn’t stop until He wanted to.

Sir decided to finally stop spanking me after ten minutes when He removed the butt plug only to replace it with Himself. I screamed at the pain and then the pain quickly turned to pleasure as He slammed into my ass harder and harder. I started to orgasm from the feeling, and I felt a squirting orgasm building. I tried holding it back but the longer I tried the harder He pushed until I finally let it go, and screamed with the pleasure. As soon as I let go He came in my ass and from the feeling of it I orgasmed again.

I decided to clean Him up and took Him all the way into my mouth, and licked and sucked until I felt Sir harden again. I purred deep in my throat and knew He could feel it by the way His hand in my hair gripped harder. I started to deep throat Sir and I started to gag, so I pulled my mouth away. He yanked my head back down forcing me to take it all again in my mouth. I started moaning and groaning trying to pull back again, but the more I tried the harder He forced me. Tears of pain and fear started to fall when I kept on gagging. I looked up at Sir, my eyes pleading trying to get Him to understand, but He kept going. The tears started falling harder and faster, until I felt Sir cum again down my throat. He kept my head there until He was done and I cleaned Him up again.

When Sir were satisfied that I did a good job He let go of my head. I moved away and started to curl into a ball when Sir grabbed me and held me. Sir took me in His arms and held me tight, and whispered how good and wonderful I was. I cried until I fell asleep in His arms, knowing that I did a good job and that He got what He needed and wanted.

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I have always been a very vocal fan of the Hitachi Magic Wand.  It’s always plugged in next to my bed and I grab it all the time and use it.  I don’t think I’ll ever stop recommending the Hitachi Magic Wand, but I’m old school.  This is basically the Hitachi Magic Wand 2.0 - the Ideal.

I’m actually lucky enough to have the Hitachi Magic Wand, the Aphrodite (the vibrator Oprah recommended), and the Ideal.  I think it’s fair to say I’ve put in my share of product testing on these three vibrators and to be 100% honest, my favorite is still the Hitachi Magic Wand, I won’t lie.  It is so dependable, innocuous, and even quiet enough that under the blankets I don’t wake my sleeping husband next to me.

The Aphrodite is also nice, I like the infrared heat as it adds an extra rush of blood straight to my clit, but the problem is that I just can’t get over the 3 different heads.  I feel like it’s overkill.  I just want the head of the Hitachi with the technology of the Aphrodite.  The Ideal beats out the Aphrodite in the simple design of an updated magic wand that is rechargeable.

Still, the Aphrodite is fun and it is cordless and it is quieter than the Ideal, which is the loudest of all three.  It really is my only complaint about the Ideal - the head of it vibrates really loudly.  The first time I used it, I stopped to make sure that the head was tightly screwed in (so to speak) because it seemed like it was messed up, but as I read reviews I learned that this is just a common complaint that people have. People seem to either abandon the Ideal because it is too noisy for them, or they explain to the neighbors that they are remodeling their bedroom for the convenience of the really simple controls and the ergonomically designed handle.

Ideal really did think of almost everything.

• It is rechargeable, it lasts a long time on one charge
• It’s chic and cute, it’s definitely prettier than the Hitachi Magic Wand and I prefer it visually to the Aphrodite.
• The handle design easily beats both the Magic Wand and the Aphrodite.  A girl could get spoiled with that handle.  I know a woman designed the Ideal because of the handle.  There is no man that would have come up with this design.

However, they dropped the ball in one very important area for massage vibrators and that is, they broke the sound barrier!  This is a deal breaker for me.  I (almost) love the Ideal.  It is not quite ideal for me, it’s a little too loud.

For bang for your buck, I’d still recommend the Hitachi Magic Wand (and the G Spot Attachment, for Christ’s sake!) to every man and woman in the world.  I think it should be in neighborhood welcome wagon packages, there would be less crime and violence in the neighborhood, I bet!  Try it out, stimulate the economy and make your neighborhood a safer place at the same time.  There’s a good excuse for you right there!  If that weren’t enough, here’s a good reason:  My first g-spot multiple orgasm experience was with this combination.

Thanks to VibeReview.com for sending me great sex toys to try out and review on New Toy Tuesday.  As you can see, my review isn’t always shiny and bright, but at least I’ll try to steer you in the direction of something I like.  Stick with me kids, you can’t go wrong when it comes to sex toys.  I will be your beacon in the sea of online sextoys.

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This is what I look like without sleep

I haven’t been sleeping well.  I think it’s all the excitement about my upcoming trip to NYC.  Anyway Marky snapped this picture after I’d been up for some ridiculous number of hours at Amélie’s.  I am a super hyper person naturally.  It’s not a drug induced insomnia, I just get hyperfocused and don’t sleep and if I try to, I just lie there in bed and think of all the things I should be doing.  So instead I just get up and work.  Sometimes I think it’s better to just get up and make productive use of that time.  So this is one of those moments - it’s 5:52 am and I haven’t gone to sleep yet even though I’ve been in bed all night at home.   I really haven’t slept well since I quit smoking cigarettes.  I honestly wonder if that has anything to do with it.  Anyway, it works out in my favor today because I am awake and it is Monday and that’s the perfect time to write about my interview with The Oh Team!  I’m also thinking of getting up and going running.

I keep forgetting to post about it, but I was recently interviewed by The Oh Team, a group of Canadian pervs who broadcast on Lifestyle radio on Monday nights, which is why I’m posting this today - so it will be fresh in your mind to listen to them tonight!  I try to never miss them if I can help it.  Some of my favorite people have already been interviewed and some of my favorite people are being interviewed this evening.  You can download previous shows on the Oh Team Radio website and you can listen from 7:00 pm to 10 pm on Lifestyle Radio.

It is a really nice way to end a Monday and also makes for interesting listening on your ipod.  I actually really kind of get off on reading dirty books on the subway (I am doing it only because I have to review them of course).  Similarly it’s great to get a naughty text while you’re sitting there waiting or to listen to a podcast of pervs while surrounded by people who look at me and assume I’m smiling because Chris Martin has again sung his lovely songs to me, when really I’m laughing at Lochai talk about making women come again and again for his job at Hogtied.com.  Try downloading a podcast like this and see how much better your next workout is!

Now enough said.  Go and check it out, listen tonight, download it and listen to it.  You know what to do. :)

Tags: BDSM, Hogtied.com, Images of Catalina, Interviews, Lochai, Marky D. Sade, Stuff // 3 Comments »

This image was taken long ago on travels far away.  I saw it again for the first time last night and decided it would be the inspiration for today’s Sunday Smut, which has now become an official tradition.  It is such a perfect picture.  It’s a beautiful hotel bed and beautiful hotel beds should be used for hot hotel sex.  Even now as I look at it, I can picture myself there in that bed and the possibilities become infinite.

This is a problem.  I sat for the entire day thinking about my adventures and fantasies with potential, present, and past lovers.  That’s quite a problem to have, isn’t it?  It’s just that nothing I thought of paired perfectly with the image, but I am married to the idea of using the image.  Turning a negative into a positive, I’ve decided then, that today’s Sunday Smut is nothing but a collection of these thoughts, memories, and fantasies that I’ve been thinking about all day.

With my mind firmly focused on New York I started with the idea of sex with a total stranger.  Well, kind of a total stranger.  He’s actually a professional acquaintance of a good friend of mine.  What would he be like in bed?  Why should I sleep with him over all the other men that have offered their beds to me while I’m in NYC?  Is this like pennies from heaven for a man?  The idea of sex with a stranger is really hot and knowing that he’s actually a straight up, professional, single, heterosexual male who isn’t likely to kill you doesn’t hurt.   It would be nice to sleep in his bed, I bet, but I can’t imagine his bed looking like this from outside.   Oh and did I mention he’s younger?  30, I believe.

I thought about the last time I stayed with a lover in a hotel in Charlotte.  We could have just as easily gone to his place - it’s nice there.  Still, we went to a hotel  for the hotel experience and the sheer and utter luxury of doing nothing for a few hours was divine.  Room service was perfect.  The long, hot bath was really nice.  By the time we slipped into the crisp sheets we had completely forget the outside world.  Charlotte’s just big enough that you can still get away with going to a hotel in uptown and not be recognized.  The anonymity of it all, that as I walk through the lobby of the hotel I look like any other woman staying at the hotel and they really have no idea that we’ve made plans to meet there and have amazing sex turns me on.  As I walk out, they’ll be none the wiser, and none of our friends are either.

My dirty mind wandered to a friend’s apartment in Manhattan - close to the Empire State Building.  I’d love to stay with him for a couple of days.  So there’s nothing inherently dirty about that except that I think to myself, I could just stay under the premise of sleeping on his couch.  We’d of course go out and have a few drinks, smoke a bit, and being the natural sexual people that we both are, if things happened to end up in his bed…  it would be hot!  Mental note to check and see if I can stay on his couch.

Two of my friends from Charlotte will be in NY when I am there.  I have plans to see both of them while I’m there, but I don’t know exactly what that means.  Have the rules of engagement changed?  What are they expecting of me while we are there?  What am I expecting of them?  I’m not a passive-aggressive person - I would just ask them - but I think that part of the fun is the mystery and I don’t want to know the answer yet.  It’s like opening a present early.  Either you got an ipod or an iphone.  Which is it?  Either way I like you can’t go wrong and they can either go great separately or together as a gift.  My only real concern is not having something elegant enough to be seen in NY with either of them. I’m a pretty plain jane chick.  I wear my running pants and sex nerds t-shirt more than I should admit to.

I thought about the last trip to New York, leading me to think about them and her.  I don’t expect to see them, but I do expect to see her, and I am really looking forward to that.  I feel like every conversation with her is charged with static electricity that is building as the time ticks away between then and now.  There are many girl kisses to be had in NYC on my next trip.  There is no such thing as too much girl kissing, in my opinion.  I could kiss girls all day long.  Next!

I thought about the unexpected sex in New York long after the Sex Blogger Calendar party was over at the Thompson LES.  It only made it hotter that a number of people had keys to our suite and could have walked in at any time.  God knows I stood there and watched held Tess down as her Dom whipped her ass with his belt on that very bed hours earlier.  Oh lighten up, she wanted it.  Still, even then I didn’t expect to be in bed with someone I had just met and I was pleasantly surprised to find the njoy eleven available to me to try out.  It was a great time.

I spent all my day thinking about sex because of that one picture.  Then I wrote this post once and Wordpress ate it.  This is now the second time I’ve written it, so I’ve literally spent my entire day thinking about sex.  Now it’s time to have some!  Enjoy Sunday Night.  Start the week off with a bang :)

Tags: Lesbian/Bi, Men, Women, And Bloggers I'd Like To Fuck, NYC, Njoy, Photography, Polyamory, Sunday Smut, Travel // 4 Comments »