Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Orgasms, Spontaneous

This is the last of my "Orgasm" posts, the others are:

1) Clitoral
2) Vaginal
3) Anal
4) Breasts

This fifth and final post explores the most unconventional ways I orgasm: spontaneously and through the power of thought.

The key element is that the orgasms happen without touching any genitalia (including my boobs). When these orgasms happen they are occasionally strong but usually more of a little “pop” something to get me gagging for more, or something to scratch an itch of frustration. They either happen without any notice, with a bit of a build-up, or because I have deliberately “thought” them into action. Here are some examples where I have had “spontaneous” orgasms followed by my description of how I think myself to orgasm. Maybe try it yourself?
  • Listening to a guy speak with a very deep voice (I encouraged that one, so I could have easily stopped it)
  • Being scratched on the back at a gig (I literally had an itch, nothing sexual, I was gobsmacked when I had an orgasm)
  • Being gently spanked while leaning against hubby on his chair (no control)
  • Sitting in a hotel lobby exchanging sexy emails (I totally could have stopped that, but didn't want to)
  • Spooning in bed with someone I had been flirting with for hours (no control)
So, then, how do I make myself orgasm? This is my handy guide to coming in six seconds (give or take a few).
I clench the muscles about four inches above my clit, (roughly where the G-Spot is supposed to be, although Lord only knows if this is what I am squeezing).

This makes my breath hitch round about my diaphragm and lower lungs (seriously, I suck at anatomy, this could all be wrong).
I alternate between squeezing the internal muscles and catching my breath.
When the squeezing and breath loss coincide, after about three switches or so, I have an orgasm. It releases mainly through the face but also creates a “pop” in the area where I clenched my muscles. I’ve tried to create a spontaneous clitoral and anal orgasm but so far I have had no luck in that area. They are fun to do, especially as a potential taboo in public. They can be great to do in restaurants or on trains when I am with someone who knows what I look like when I orgasm because, no matter how much control I may have, my face and chest always go bright red when I orgasm – even from a short little “pop” like the spontaneous ones.

Fun times!


This was posted as part of the "Wicked Wednesday" meme. The prompt this week was:

I'm not meant to be tamed, so when I can't run wild with another, I run wild by myself *grin*

Clickety click for more Wicked posts.

Sunday, 18 November 2012

What a Crack!

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To see other saucy (and downright filthy pics - yey!) clickety click

Sinful Sunday

Friday, 16 November 2012

Sex blogging extravaganza (e[lust])

So, I decided to joing the e[lust] circuit this month. It is a newsletter that includes links to a massive variety of sex bloggers, all of whom have suggested a specific post for distribution. This is the latest newsletter.


e[lust] #41

Welcome to e[lust] - The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at e[lust]. Want to be included in e[lust] #42? Start with the newly updated rules, come back December 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~
The 2 weeks of my sex life I lost to Zoloft“My G-spot felt non-existent. My clit felt numb. The masturbation didn’t hold my interest, and my mind wandered.”

Baby Girl“You fill me with a desire to learn so that I can teach you. I push you to trust yourself as I trust you.”

Denial - ““Not yet,” he says, pulling both of my arms back, leaving my clit screaming for attention.”

~ e[lust] Editress ~
Dangerous Lilly

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~
Thoughts: Contractual Considerations

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
Challenging Sexy
Open Me Up
How this blog started
Speaking of NRE

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor
How to Pack for a Con
Rape Culture Rant
The Female Orgasm: A Brief History, Part 1

Kink & Fetish
Ball Gag Safety For Beginners
Choose one word to describe yourself
Drawing out hurt
Dirty, Nasty, Perfect
Evolution of a new fetish: veiling erotic
It was always a trap…
The Panty Loan
Watersports: Not As Easy As It Sounds

Erotic Writing
A Writing Challenge – Blindfold
about to be devoured
Blow Me Away
Girls’ Night Out
Hot Girls with Gay Bodyguards
Leaving You Wasted!
Lolita Twenty-Twelve, Part Sexeh and Sexbee
Vampire girl #14

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

Orgasms, Breasts

Periodically, I hear people gasp in bewilderment when they discover that some women have boobie orgasms. This is often accompanied by total disbelief. "I don't have them, therefore nobody else must be able to." I dislike such assumptions. I have breast orgasms.

Or, to be more factual, I have right breast orgasms with the very occasional left breast joy (it is also the right side of my clitoris that is the most exciting. Coincidence?)

So, how does it happen? Well, my right mammary gland has a direct line from my nipple to my clitoris. Tweeking it, pulling it, sucking it, tugging it, nibbling it, while I masturbate my clit brings the most intense full body orgasm.

But, I hear you cry, this is not a boobie orgasm! Aha, well, if I have just my right nipple (and very rarely my left) played with I can have a delicious orgasm. My body will jerk and writhe and my breath will hitch. After this happens my nipples are hyper sensitive and can't be touched. Luckily, I have lots of holes and a clit to play with. Huzzah!

There is one more way in which I can have a breast orgasm, this is soft and gentle and more related to the whole breast, not the nipple, it is also more likely to happen from each breast, not just the right one. This is when the whole breast is caressed, very very gently but not enough to tickle. It can even happen through clothes (while in public, much to my partner's amusement). This creates a warm soft orgasm, the only way to describe it is like a comforting hug. I can have one of these without becoming more aroused or needing anything else. 

I consider myself very lucky!


This post was part of Wicked Wednesday. This week's prompt was "Sexuality," specifically the "bisexual umbrella." I covered that in my explanation of my heteroflexibility, hence my boobie orgasm post. To see the other Wicked Wednesday entries for this week clickety click:

Wicked Wednesday

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

The internet is for PORN!

Hubby is still away on his trip, and I am still having to wank. Alas, I don't have much time this week for kinky masturbation, or to play with someone online *sniff* 

I have had to find the quickest way to jerk off. This means PORN! I love porn.

So, yesterday, I finally bit the bullet and rather than using my favorite inspiration for a quickie (watching the snippets on the pissing subsite of Kink.com), I actually paid for online porn. This is a novel experience for me. Sure I watch porn all the time, but this is the first time I have paid for porn so it is traceable to me. Strangely, this was super sexy to do!

The porn? Well, i'll let the trailer speak for itself.

Gentleman Handling Showreel 2012 from Aven Frey on Vimeo.

This post meets the "Thirty Days of Kink" prompt "Day 8: Post a kinky image you find erotic."

Friday, 9 November 2012

Multi-Tasking Masturbation

Hubby is on holiday and seeing as I have no other partners in my life, this means masturbation. Lots of it. On the night of the US Presidential Election I was in bed reading male/male porn involving a werewolf and 16 year old human (it’s a thing), and half listening to the election commentary on the radio. It was a surprisingly heady combination. I was idly, half-heartedly playing with my clit and occasionally fingering my arse and my cunt. At some point I read a particularly delicious piece of porn and decided to call it a night and let my thoughts wander.

For reasons unbeknownst to me, I started fantasizing about pissing in the bowl of lemon mousse I had made for myself. This image was interspersed with brief shots of a person ordering me to kneel on the floor and lick the piss-soaked mousse like a dog. This person was telling me to do this via Skype. Somehow I knew this person had a partner who didn’t know about me. All the while in “real life” I was listening to the radio.

In my fantasy I started smearing the piss-soaked mousse over my breasts and cunt, using the sticky mess to masturbate with. I knew, as you do in dreams, that I had been told to do this over Skype. I also knew that the partner was overhearing our conversation and our sexual gratification. I knew an explosive row was about to happen but I never got to picture it. Instead my mind wandered back to the mousse, while my physical self listened to the radio. 

I had one incredibly powerful “thunderbolts” orgasm, and the thing that set me over the edge? The radio broadcaster saying “it is over” (Obama had won). How fascinating! 

A combination of dubious werewolf porn, American politics, piss-play, getting caught, getting someone else in trouble, and food-play was an unexpected, bizarre and convoluted collection of images, events, and ideas to masturbate to. It is absolutely worth it though, letting your own mind wander and enjoying the random sounds, experiences and thoughts influencing your pleasure. When we fantasize we should embrace the direction our mind and body takes us because trying to control our fantasies is surely a repressive act. I can’t wait to find out what the next unusual collection of things are that set me down the path to wonderland.

But, first, I really need to make me some more lemon mousse because really? Pissing in it, licking it, and wanking with it? Hot.As.Hell!


This posts meets the Thirty Days of Kink prompt: "Day 27: Do your non-kink interests ever find their way into your kinky activities? If so, how?"

I'm a hobby cook, addicted to politics (especially US politics), and my main hobby in life is reading, watching, and talking about "fantasy" (hence the werewolf porn).

Monday, 5 November 2012

Orgasms, Anal





Really, what more in life is there? Not a great deal if you are me. Ok, that is a horrid exaggeration but ye gads I love things up my bum hole.

Unlike with my vagina and clitoris, I orgasm anally without any effort at all. If something is big enough and long enough, or shaped in a curved fashion (like my hairbrush handle), or just a bit kinky (I have a parsnip in the kitchen awaiting my attention), all it has to do is be inside me and I come.

When only my arse is being played with the orgasm will be very strong and will be all-encompassing throughout my whole body. Generally I only have one anal orgasm at a time (not multiple orgasms as with my vagina), but I can have them over and over again with ease (unlike with my clitoris).

If my vagina is filled or my clitoris is being played with at the same time as my arse is filled then the orgasms blur into one giant feeling of bliss. I won’t really be able to differentiate the sources of the feelings but everything will feel that much more intense.

Sometimes after I have had a decent amount of arse-play, or even just a lot of penis-in-vagina sex, I orgasm when I’m having a poo. I have never met anyone else who admits this, but I did read about someone having the same experiences in a book once. I wonder whether this is why I have a bit of a scat fetish? Perhaps. Or perhaps the scat is a way to manage my arse adoration when my arse is neglected because not everyone loves anal as much as I do. Oh gosh do I love it so.

Sunday, 4 November 2012

The Ripper

This came third in the Halloween competition for Sinful Sunday, to see other winners clickety click