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30.11.07

20 Different Ways to Moan

Do you think moaning during sex is essential to add flavour and to spice up something very primal? Do women moan during sex? I know I do. What about men? Well, I think if the sex is good enough, abso-bloody-lutely!

Okay, guys…let’s do this. I found this clip at YouTube and I was laughing so hard, I almost peed myself. This clip was taken from THE VAGINA MONOLOGUES which unfortunately I didn’t get to see when it showed over here. According to this clip, there are different ways to moan. Uh-huh. 20 ways in fact. "How Many?" Hmmm. I know, well I thought that too!

But I guess when you think about all of the sighs and moans and groans and ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhhs’ that take place when you’re getting it on, it’s not surprising really is it? There’s probably more than 20! I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned before in the Making Sex Funny blog, that I’m pretty vocal in the bedroom. I’m not shy, that’s for certain. So, looking at these ladies, whilst I may not be quite as exaggerated as they are (bloody hell I hope not!), I’m pretty sure there are some of those strange animal noises coming out of my mouth at that glorious pinacle!! LOL


Now it starts to dawn on me that maybe all those times when I had a large hand shoved over my mouth so as not to 'wake the neighbours', becomes a little clearer. Of course, you never care about the bloody neighbours whilst you're at it hammer and tong do you? Hmmm, been there a few times. Luckily most of the walls in my house are pretty thick.

So, onwards and forwards - the moans:

  1. The Clit Moan
  2. The Vagina Moan
  3. The Combo Clit-Vagina Moan
  4. The “Almost” Moan
  5. The “Right-on-it” Moan
  6. The Elegant Moan
  7. The Great Slick oan
  8. The “Lost” Moan
  9. The Jewish Moan
  10. The African Moan
  11. The Irish Catholic Moan
  12. The Mountain Top Moan
  13. The Baby Moan
  14. The Doggie Moan
  15. The Uninhibited Militant Bisexual Moan
  16. The Machine Gun Moan
  17. The Tortured Zen Moan
  18. The Diva Moan
  19. The College Moan
  20. The Surprise Triple Orgasm Moan

So, be honest ladies, how many have you done?

(You can also see more on the Vagina Monologues here & here. Have fun!)

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Izzy Cummin

28.11.07

Betty’s husband has a hung schlong…

*schlong - A penis which is a fairly good length. As opposed to a schlort, or a schledium.

Betty’s husband has a huge schlong…okay, so who is Betty and why do I need to know this? While I am sure that Betty is no doubt thrilled with the huge schlong in her life, is it something she needs to email complete strangers about? I am happy for this woman but it’s too much information. So back off Betty. Quit emailing me.

Of late I have been getting a lot of emails about penis enlargement. I don’t have a penis. I checked. One visits but it’s just fine. So is it just me that is being inundated with emails extolling the need to have a ‘mountainous member’ or a ‘cock that would stop traffic?” And why exactly would a man be exposing himself in traffic anyway? Is it pride at the size of it or is he drunk? Probably both. So what’s with the influx of emails?

Take your chance and enjoy a bigger cock”

“A real man should have a real cock.”

“You’ll surprised with your bigger cock.”

“Tremendous cock for Iris.”

I think the theme here is either someone wants me to get a rooster or they want me to worry about an issue which to me is a non-issue.

I also get organ emails…

“Get an outsized erectile organ.”

“A magnificent organ could be yours.”

Is that a piano or a harpsichord do you think? I am not sure I have space in the house for it. I can’t play the piano anyway. I supposed I could take up lessons.

Whatever the reason, my email has doubled and clearly this is a big issue. I am getting offered lotions for strengthening, meditation for enlargement, pills for “guaranteed volume” and weird ring things that promise to lengthen a penis in a matter of weeks. Seriously? Who believes this crap?

And what is this need to have tight penile tissue? To be honest I have never really thought about the need to lessen wrinkles and slack skin on a penis. I mean it’s not like it’s your face or neck. Not everyone is going to or wants to see whether a penis is wrinkled or smooth. Can you imagine the television commercial for it? It would be a cross between the L’Oreal “Because you’re worth it” advert and Foster’s lager ad – sensitive yet blokey.

I also get a lot of emails about Viagra. One bit of trivia for you, I have noticed with these emails that Viagra escalates alarming in price as it comes to the weekend. The pills can range from $29.95 on a Monday to $69.95 on a Friday. Logic would suggest you buy them on a Monday and hold out for the weekend to use them. Or here’s a thought, go to a registered doctor instead an email pill pusher.

A study by Lifestyles Condom Co. shows that the average length of a male sex organ is 5.877 inches — which might comfort men who previously thought they were less than average.

"The Kinsey Sex Report and other penis size surveys have indicated that the length of the penis is 6.2 to 6.4 inches," says Simon Joseph, a spokesman for Lifestyles. "Our results show that about three-quarters of men fall under the average quoted by Kinsey."

"A half-inch or less might not have anything to do with how you perform sexually, but it might make a difference in how you feel about yourself."

According to the survey, about two-thirds of the 300 college-aged men ranged from between 5.1 and 6.2 inches.

For those of you who don't like to deal in raw numbers, at 5.877 inches, the average penis is about the size of a Nestle Butterfinger candy bar (unwrapped) or a grande (medium) cup of coffee at Starbucks (with the sip lid). Most men vary in size between a Twix bar and a Peter Paul Mounds (with the wrapper extended).

So there you go. If in doubt, a man can measure himself against a Starbucks coffee (maybe not when you are actually there) or Twix bar. I think is a comforting yet practical way to go. Worried about the size of your man? Whip out a Twix bar.
You can eat it later…er, the chocolate bar that is.

I know what you’re thinking. Amarinda has penis envy. The desire for power, independence and liberation from the perceived sexual stereotypes enforced on women. Nup, I don’t have penis envy. Why? Because I am already strong and independent and none of my current clothes would fit if I had a penis down there anyway. Not to mention that would look weird and no woman is going to wear something that looks so odd. Well it does.

So who actually responds to these emails anyway? Sure there are a lot of insecure people out there who think Betty is actually a real person who wants to help them and that’s sad. Why are we so caught up in appearances or perceptions? Are we that damn superficial? Are you really going to love someone less because of length? Is a man any less of a man because of a perception, a stereotype? Of course not. You love someone for who they are and what they bring into your life no matter what the size. Yes, yes, I know all about the catch-cry of bigger being better but I also believe in that quality will always outlast quantity and the man is more important than the size. Yep, I’m old fashioned. A great, sensual and thoughtful lover beats a huge schlong and no sensuality everyday. What do you think?

Amarinda Jones
Amarinda Jones

Latest release from Amarinda Jones - now available at Total-e-Bound

Book two in the Goddess Grind Series

Zipporah Scott is due to spend the weekend camping with her niece. Zipporah hates camping. The only thing that could make it worse is the gorgeous guy who has been following her. He is a ghost. So he says. And apparently she is the only one that can help him. Uh huh. Why is it that the sexiest men are always the craziest? And how can one cranky working goddess change fate?

Rian Carmichael is a man that is trapped between worlds. Only Zipporah can see him. What he sees of Zipporah he instantly likes. That he is a ghost does not bother her. That he craves the taste of her does. Rian needs to convince her that only by her love can he live again. However the lady herself is not so sure and it’s going to take a lot of hot persuasion to make her think otherwise.

Despite the uncertainty of their situation, Zipporah wants to believe that she can have a future with Rian. The touch and taste of him is real enough but can he break through the barrier between worlds and be with her forever or are they doomed to be parted?

hot, hot excerpt!

Zipporah gulped. She knew she should be horrified that this complete stranger was coming on to her in such a way but she wasn’t. She was horny as hell. She could not think of anything but the hot, hard, male body against hers.

“I’m special?” Or maybe I’m just desperate and nuts. She was turned on by a ghost for God sake.

“Yeah you are,” Rian said as his hands slid to her waist and pulled her close. “I want to kiss you.”

Oh boy. Those lips against mine? Yes, please. Rationality and sanity are overrated anyway.

“Can a ghost do that?” As freaked out as Zipporah was, she wanted to taste that mouth.

“Can you feel me?” Rian whispered a breath away from her mouth.

“Yeah but…” Zipporah licked her lips in open invitation.

“What?’”

“I don’t know…” And before she could say another word his mouth was on hers and nothing else mattered. Ghost or not, this kiss was the softest, sweetest and most earth shattering she had ever tasted. Zipporah opened her mouth willingly under his as her hands slid up his chest to rest on Rian’s broad shoulders. “Oh Rian…” she gasped breathlessly as his mouth left hers. This was as wrong as it was right and for the life of her she knew she should run away screaming but she did not want to.

“I know baby, I feel it too.” Rian’s hands slid down to cup the cheeks of her arse.

The feel of his hard cock against her was only too obvious. This was no ghost…but then what was he? This was a man only she could see. A man that a car had driven through. Was any of this real? As Rian’s hands pulled her skirt up and touched the flesh beneath, Zipporah’s knees wobbled and she knew this was very real.

“I, ah, don’t think we should do this.” That sounded half-arsed to Zipporah’s own ears. She was wet and ready after one kiss.

“Baby, I have a feeling neither of us can stop this.” Rian’s hand slid in and under the front of her knickers. His eyes locked with hers. “You are so beautifully wet.”

Zipporah whimpered as his fingers slid up the cleft of her pussy and found her clit.

“Someone will see us…I mean …” What am I doing contemplating sex with a stranger? Zipporah felt hot just thinking about the fantasy of it. But it was everything girls were warned not to do. However she was a woman and therein lay the difference. She had the life experience to make dumb mistakes on her own. “Fuck I don’t know what I mean.” This was sweet madness.

“Do you want me, baby?” Rian’s voice was low and husky.

“Well…uh, yeah…” If it was indeed true that no one could see him and the evidence certainly pointed that way, how crazy would it look with her thrashing in passion against a wall all by herself? Though at that moment, truth to tell, Zipporah did not particularly care as his fingers massaged her clit slowly and with the intent to thrill and satisfy. Did she go for the orgasm or worry about how people perceived her? Didn’t a working goddess deserve a moment or two of pleasure? It had been so long since any man had made her feel so hot and needy. With those fingers working their magic there was only one logical answer—orgasm.

“There is only you and me and no one else matters.” Rian kept one hand on her arse and the other inside her knickers. “Undo your blouse.”

The low, husky way he said it sent a thrill through her body. A stranger, and certainly one stranger than most, was asking her to give herself to him and the only response she had was to reach down and hurriedly pull at the buttons. Did she care if someone saw? No. It actually excited her, ghost or no ghost. Time to be a bad girl.

Rian dropped his head down and licked the exposed cleavage.

“Unsnap your bra. I need to taste you.”

Oh how she wanted to be tasted. The feel of his tongue on her flesh and his fingers on her clit was enough incentive to make her want to rip all her clothes off. She reached behind and undid her bra, pushing the fabric of her blouse from her full breasts.

“You are beautiful,” Rian murmured just before he licked one pink nipple.

“Oh…” Zipporah moaned as the lick became a hard, possessive suck and she clasped his head to her breast. She did not care what he was, only that he was Rian and she wanted him. Between the sucking and the massage of her clit she wanted to come then and there but she needed the hot, hard fullness of a cock inside her to make it perfect. “I need you now.”

“Baby, you can have me.” Rian quickly pulled her knickers down and reached for his zipper.

Zipporah kicked the knickers away to free her ankles. She wanted to wrap herself around this man and feel every inch of his body against hers. She looked down as his large, hard cock jumped free of his trousers. Oh this man is so not dead. Zipporah licked her lips and looked into his eyes.

“I will look after you,” he murmured in promise against her lips as he slid his hands under her arse and lifted her up against the wall.

Thoughts of her white shirt getting dirty against the bricks or someone seeing her with her skirt up around her waist all disappeared as Rian eased his cock slowly inside her body.

Zipporah sucked in her breath at the full, stretched, hot feeling of his shaft as it plunged into her. She grabbed on tight to him not wanting him to leave her for a second. From stranger to lover in one brief glorious moment. He held her still as they grew accustomed to the feel of each other.

26.11.07

Releases

“On a sultry southern night, beneath the full moon, the Demon Wind blows.”

It is said that on the night of a Demon Wind, Southern belles who don't stay inside will find themselves compromised, or even pregnant, with little memory of how they got to be in that state.

Jayden’s beloved, yet overly superstitious grandmother hit her with that one about the time she reached puberty. As a result, Jayden wasn’t at all surprised when she received a call from her grandmother warning to stay inside because the night was ripe for the Demon Wind to blow.

The Demon Wind was nothing more than an obscure local legend, and Jayden Parrish was rooted securely in reason and logic. She didn’t believe in superstitions...

...until she awoke the following morning to find sand in her bed. Sand, and the memory of the most erotic dream she’d ever experienced. A dream in which she had made uninhibited, passionate love on the beach with a man who had come to her from the sea.

Was it a dream? A figment of her imagination? Or was it something else?

Hot, hot excerpt!

He walked from the moonlit surf like the god Poseidon come to earth in human form. At first she thought he was nude, then she realised that he was wearing brief, flesh-coloured, swim trunks.

Her body refused to obey her brain’s command that she turn and run back to the safety of her cottage. Instead, she stood there waiting…for him.

Just as she’d felt when she first woke up, Jayden was overcome with the sensation of being disconnected. She was there, yet not there.

Standing before her, bathed in the glow from the full moon, Jayden thought no mortal man could possibly be so irresistibly compelling, so beautiful. Yet his features were strong, finely etched for the most erotic effect. Once again, she likened him to the god Poseidon. His deeply tanned body actually resembled the bronze sculpture she’d once seen of the mythical god. The well defined muscles of his nearly nude, powerful physique could easily have been sculpted by the loving hands of a sexually frustrated female artist intent upon creating her fantasy lover.

He opened his arms for her. Jayden walked into them without hesitation. He held her close for a moment as if savouring the closeness to someone long lost and deeply cherished. Her cheek and ear resting against the hard contours of his chest, she could hear his erratic heartbeats echoing the tempo of her own.

With a reluctant sigh he relaxed his hold on her and took a marginal step back, a small distance which gave his intensely blue eyes free reign to explore all the delicate curves of Jayden’s petite body. His hungry gaze felt like the blue flame from a torch, setting her flesh on fire. Barely recognising her own voice, Jayden was shocked by the impassioned whimper that escaped her parted lips…a sound which acted as a catalyst to banish all inhibition and uncertainty.

Sliding one hand to her hip and the other to the small of her back, he once again moulded her to him, making her befuddled thoughts forget where he ended and she began. Lowering his head, he touched his lips to hers, not tentative as she expected, but with the purposeful expertise of a man confident of the response he’d receive. Jayden didn’t disappoint him.

Accepting that her body refused to respond to the dictates of her mind, Jayden gave up and relinquished what little control she had left. In truth, she’d been lost the moment he walked from the surf toward her. She could smell the intoxicating scent of the sea on his flesh, taste the salt on his lips, and feel the heat and hardness of his body. And dear God, was he ever hard. The rigid length of the erection branding itself into her abdomen was unmistakable.

The damnable cool wind continued to inflict a strange, almost electrical sensation against her flesh, like she was holding onto a shorted-out light switch and was unable to let go. Was it the wind, or her reaction to the man whose lips continued to demand, then tease, whose teeth nipped her lower lip then soothed with the tip of his tongue? Did it matter? Her body felt as if she were coming apart. Her flesh tingled, every muscle in her body had grown taut. Her blood flowed hot and furious through her veins, and every sensation flowed unerringly downward, pooling into a nearly unbearable ache between her legs.

This time when he gently nipped at her lower lip she was ready for him. When his tongue snaked out to soothe the spot, she closed her lips on his tongue and gently sucked.

He went rigid and groaned. Jayden didn’t know whether he was surprised or pleased. She soon found out. He forced his tongue more deeply into her mouth to mate with hers and when he withdrew, like lovers holding hands, her tongue followed where his led. His lips clamped down and he began to suck gently, just as she’d done with his, creating a corresponding tugging sensation between her legs.

The hand on her hip moved up her side and around until his fingers closed around her breast. He gently massaged the firm mound before he latched onto her hard nipple. He rolled it between his fingers then tugged until pleasure became near unbearable. The hand at the small of her back slid to her waist, his strong forearm supporting her as he leaned forward, an act which made her lean back and forced her to wrap her arms around his neck for balance. Jayden was unable to resist a moan of protest as his lips left hers to kiss along her jaw-line, down the side of her neck, and as he’d done with her lips, he kissed, nipped, then soothed with his tongue, continuing down her chest until…


Book two in the Goddess Grind Series

Zipporah Scott is due to spend the weekend camping with her niece. Zipporah hates camping. The only thing that could make it worse is the gorgeous guy who has been following her. He is a ghost. So he says. And apparently she is the only one that can help him. Uh huh. Why is it that the sexiest men are always the craziest? And how can one cranky working goddess change fate?

Rian Carmichael is a man that is trapped between worlds. Only Zipporah can see him. What he sees of Zipporah he instantly likes. That he is a ghost does not bother her. That he craves the taste of her does. Rian needs to convince her that only by her love can he live again. However the lady herself is not so sure and it’s going to take a lot of hot persuasion to make her think otherwise.

Despite the uncertainty of their situation, Zipporah wants to believe that she can have a future with Rian. The touch and taste of him is real enough but can he break through the barrier between worlds and be with her forever or are they doomed to be parted?

Hot, hot excerpt!

Zipporah gulped. She knew she should be horrified that this complete stranger was coming on to her in such a way but she wasn’t. She was horny as hell. She could not think of anything but the hot, hard, male body against hers.

“I’m special?” Or maybe I’m just desperate and nuts. She was turned on by a ghost for God sake.

“Yeah you are,” Rian said as his hands slid to her waist and pulled her close. “I want to kiss you.”

Oh boy. Those lips against mine? Yes, please. Rationality and sanity are overrated anyway.

“Can a ghost do that?” As freaked out as Zipporah was, she wanted to taste that mouth.

“Can you feel me?” Rian whispered a breath away from her mouth.

“Yeah but…” Zipporah licked her lips in open invitation.

“What?’”

“I don’t know…” And before she could say another word his mouth was on hers and nothing else mattered. Ghost or not, this kiss was the softest, sweetest and most earth shattering she had ever tasted. Zipporah opened her mouth willingly under his as her hands slid up his chest to rest on Rian’s broad shoulders. “Oh Rian…” she gasped breathlessly as his mouth left hers. This was as wrong as it was right and for the life of her she knew she should run away screaming but she did not want to.

“I know baby, I feel it too.” Rian’s hands slid down to cup the cheeks of her arse.

The feel of his hard cock against her was only too obvious. This was no ghost…but then what was he? This was a man only she could see. A man that a car had driven through. Was any of this real? As Rian’s hands pulled her skirt up and touched the flesh beneath, Zipporah’s knees wobbled and she knew this was very real.

“I, ah, don’t think we should do this.” That sounded half-arsed to Zipporah’s own ears. She was wet and ready after one kiss.

“Baby, I have a feeling neither of us can stop this.” Rian’s hand slid in and under the front of her knickers. His eyes locked with hers. “You are so beautifully wet.”

Zipporah whimpered as his fingers slid up the cleft of her pussy and found her clit.

“Someone will see us…I mean …” What am I doing contemplating sex with a stranger? Zipporah felt hot just thinking about the fantasy of it. But it was everything girls were warned not to do. However she was a woman and therein lay the difference. She had the life experience to make dumb mistakes on her own. “Fuck I don’t know what I mean.” This was sweet madness.

“Do you want me, baby?” Rian’s voice was low and husky.

“Well…uh, yeah…” If it was indeed true that no one could see him and the evidence certainly pointed that way, how crazy would it look with her thrashing in passion against a wall all by herself? Though at that moment, truth to tell, Zipporah did not particularly care as his fingers massaged her clit slowly and with the intent to thrill and satisfy. Did she go for the orgasm or worry about how people perceived her? Didn’t a working goddess deserve a moment or two of pleasure? It had been so long since any man had made her feel so hot and needy. With those fingers working their magic there was only one logical answer—orgasm.

“There is only you and me and no one else matters.” Rian kept one hand on her arse and the other inside her knickers. “Undo your blouse.”

The low, husky way he said it sent a thrill through her body. A stranger, and certainly one stranger than most, was asking her to give herself to him and the only response she had was to reach down and hurriedly pull at the buttons. Did she care if someone saw? No. It actually excited her, ghost or no ghost. Time to be a bad girl.

Rian dropped his head down and licked the exposed cleavage.

“Unsnap your bra. I need to taste you.”

Oh how she wanted to be tasted. The feel of his tongue on her flesh and his fingers on her clit was enough incentive to make her want to rip all her clothes off. She reached behind and undid her bra, pushing the fabric of her blouse from her full breasts.

“You are beautiful,” Rian murmured just before he licked one pink nipple.

“Oh…” Zipporah moaned as the lick became a hard, possessive suck and she clasped his head to her breast. She did not care what he was, only that he was Rian and she wanted him. Between the sucking and the massage of her clit she wanted to come then and there but she needed the hot, hard fullness of a cock inside her to make it perfect. “I need you now.”

“Baby, you can have me.” Rian quickly pulled her knickers down and reached for his zipper.

Zipporah kicked the knickers away to free her ankles. She wanted to wrap herself around this man and feel every inch of his body against hers. She looked down as his large, hard cock jumped free of his trousers. Oh this man is so not dead. Zipporah licked her lips and looked into his eyes.

“I will look after you,” he murmured in promise against her lips as he slid his hands under her arse and lifted her up against the wall.

Thoughts of her white shirt getting dirty against the bricks or someone seeing her with her skirt up around her waist all disappeared as Rian eased his cock slowly inside her body.

Zipporah sucked in her breath at the full, stretched, hot feeling of his shaft as it plunged into her. She grabbed on tight to him not wanting him to leave her for a second. From stranger to lover in one brief glorious moment. He held her still as they grew accustomed to the feel of each other.

23.11.07

BDSM... Brynn style

BDSM

It’s all about being tied up, right?
by Brynn Paulin

No, it’s not.

After writing several BDSM books and including aspects of BDSM in all my others, I’ve gotten to learn a few things. The lifestyle, whether scene-by-scene or 24/7, isn’t all about being tied. In fact, these can play a very small role in a D/s relationship. What is D/s you ask? Let’s start with a few terms.

D/s: this is Domination and submission. It can also be used to signify Dominant and submissive.

Dominant: The man or woman in charge. He or she is also called the Master/Mistress, Dom/Domme, or Top.

Submissive: The man or woman not in charge. He or she is also called slave, sub, or bottom.
BDSM: this is an overlapping acronym that stands for Bondage Discipline (BD) Domination Submission (DS) Sadomasochism (SM)

Power exchange: Power exchange is when a submissive willing surrenders their control to a dominant during sexual encounters. They may also surrender their partial or full control over their daily life.

Scene: An episode of BDSM. ‘The Scene’ is one way to refer to life within the BDSM community/lifestyle.

SSE: Safe, Sane and Consensual. These are the three tenets of BDSM. This signifies that those practicing BDSM are doing so by their own choice and practicing it safely.

Vanilla: Relationships or scenes with no BDSM aspects.

Safe, Sane and Consensual

Most people who start into BDSM do so because they want to add spice to their current ‘vanilla’ lifestyle. They want something more. This can be very confusing since society teaches us that were all equal. It can even leave a person feeling guilty since it is so different from what we’re taught growing up. Who really wants to do these things?

Lots of people. So where should someone start? Number one is communication. Partners should be open about what they’re feeling and what they want. They need to respect each other’s needs and trust one another. This leads naturally into safe, sane and consensual. Anything that is done in BDSM should be done with the consent—primarily of the submissive since he or she is the one who will generally be on the receiving end in a scene. The Dom and the sub should discuss personal likes and dislikes as they enter into a relationship. What’s okay? What will need further discussion? What is absolutely off limits? What will the safe word be if a limit as reached and/or the sub is scared or hurt?

I cannot stress enough that discussion of these things is needed at the onset of a pairing—with clear heads and clothes on. Going over a checklist such as the one at BDSM Education site. Trust me, there are things you’ve never even thought of… Whatever you do, keep safety in mind. No one wants to harm their partner.


Lifestyle v. Scene

One of the arguments about BDSM is what is true BDSM. Is it a 24/7 relationship and are those who only practice it in the bedroom playing? Is one better than the other? It’s different by relationship. None is better than the other. There is no set amount that suddenly validates it.

There are essentially three levels of BDSM. Bedroom, D/s and Master/slave. I find that most people fall into the first category. That’s where they feel safe and it satisfies their needs. The second, D/s, stands for Dominant/submissive. They live in a somewhat 24/7 relationship where there is a power exchange between partners outside the bedroom. This power exchange encompasses more than sex. It gives one person decision making power to one person—it’s not always overt but each person knows their place (personally, I know plenty of married couples who follow this tenet but would be outraged if their relationship was ever compared to a D/s partnership). Finally the Master/slave relationship. This is perhaps the most difficult to understand. In it, the slave gives over total power to the Master. Often in this the slave sets no limits and does not have a safe word. The master is given complete power over the salves life, from sex to eating to sleeping to behaviours. Those involved in this type of relationship have an innate need to serve or be served. Strangely, this is one of the most written about BDSM interactions, yet it is the most rare.

In any case, there is no competition. Each person should find the level comfortable to them.

Pain

Why would anyone want to introduce pain into sex? Ever tried it? Pain can be quite arousing and freeing. There is a point where it stops being pain and morphs to pleasure. A spank, a pinch, an abrasion of nails heightens nerve receptors. You’ve heard of the endorphins that kick in when exercising? They kick in here too. They take away the pain of exercise and make you feel good. Same concept here. Spanking, whipping, etc. are used for both discipline and pleasure in BDSM. I’ll focus on the pleasure.

Floggers, whips, paddles and crops: Oh my! These come in as many varieties as there people in the world.

Floggers are multi-tailed whips and come in different weights from light to heavy weight. A light weight flogger feels soft and caressing across the skin. It can warm the flesh with out any real pain. Light floggers are often comprised of light leather, deerskin, silk or velvet. These can be used all over the body because they don’t easily leave marks. Care should still be used in delicate areas. Medium weight floggers have more of a bite. They can leave a mark or leave a bruise or even a welt, depending on the strength of the strokes. These can be found in leather, nylon, rubber and knotted rope. Heavy floggers have a sharp sting. They are primarily made of heavy leather with thin tails. These can easily leave marks or bruises and even cut the skin. Many people never use heavy floggers because they do not want that level of pain and this type of whip takes great skill to wield.

Like heavy floggers single tailed whips or bullwhips require a great deal of skill and are often avoided in the scene. They can easily injure the recipient.

Paddles also come in many varieties—all in different shapes, sizes and materials. They are used solely on the thighs and buttocks because these areas are more padded than other parts of the body. This is necessary because the paddle has a heavier weight than the flogger and strike harder. Paddles are usually made of wood, leather, plastic or metal. Some are smooth, some have holes in them, some have studs or raised edges.

Crops come in different sizes, too. The head of the crop is what is used to strike the skin and has a tip often called a slapper. These tips can be wide or pointed, floppy or stiff, and are generally made of leather or plastic. A square head will inflict less pain than a pointed head. A crop can be used in most parts of the body, but how hard the blows will be should be taken into account. Harder blows should be confined to buttocks, calves, thighs and feet.


Screw The Roses, Send Me The Thorns: The Romance and Sexual Sorcery of Sadomasochism by Philip Miller and Molly Devon, has a diagram of the body and shows the proper places to strike. It also shows the marks made by different toys on the skin.

Spanking

Almost everyone is familiar with spanking, but most people leave it behind with childhood. They see spanking from only a disciplinary standpoint. However, it can he highly erotic—with no extra equipment involved. Spanking can be done with the hand, a paddle, a strap, etc. and is done in a variety of positions.
The most popular position is over the knee. In this position the sub to lay across the Dom’s lap with his or her hips on the side of the Dom’s stronger hand. The Dom’s other hand is over the waist of the sub to keep them from falling and keep them in place. Another position which is similar places the sub between the Dom’s legs. The sub bends over one thigh while the Dom closes his legs to trap the sub between them. This will keep the one being spanked from kinking or interfering with the spanking.
Other positions to consider: Laying flat with hips elevated. Bent over, grasping ankles. Bent over a table or chair or other piece of furniture.
The sting from a spanking can last after the session, but it is not the strength of the blows which dictates this, it is the duration. Light strokes for a long period of time actually have a longer effect than a heavier, shorter session. Also, for more sting, fingers should be spread for more airflow. Remember for safety, only spank the thighs and buttocks.
One reason that spanking is erotic is because like in flogging, endorphins kick in taking the one getting spanked to a lovely high. Also, the heat from the spanking spreads into the pelvic area, arousing the recipient. Of course there’s the naughty feeling afterward when the one spanked squirms in their chair, remembering what happened hours earlier.

Bondage

Bondage is used by a Dominant to immobilize or restrict the movement of his sub. It can be a time of punishment, training, teasing or pleasure but leaves the sub in a vulnerable position that can be dangerous. The Dom must always be vigilant, because he has complete control over his sub and her safety is fully in his hands. It’s a good idea to always have scissors nearby.
A variety of restraints are easily available through a local adult bookstore, the internet and even in-home sex toy parties. Any restraint should be comfortable but restrictive. There should never be restricted blood flow since there is never a need to bind the sub in such a way that body parts ‘goes to sleep’. If this happens, loosen the restraint. Whatever you do, keep in mind that you should be able to remove the binding within one minute if need be. Beginners should never play with anything around the neck, even the stereotypical collar and leash.

A good way to begin in bondage is gentle play. For this wide, soft findings should be used. Try a spread eagle position on the bed. The softer material will protect the skin from abrasion and are less apt to dig into the bound area. Anything soft will create an erotic sensation while still pleasantly restricting movement.

Common restraints used in bondage are:

Ropes. These are the most common items used and would include stockings, neckties, and scarves. They are used to bind hands together, behind the back or over the head. Feet can be bound together and apart. Ropes can also be used to bind a submissive to a piece of furniture or anything else that will keep them secure. Similar to ropes are straps which are usually nylon or leather with leather being the more comfortable. They are more difficult for the sub to escape than ropes and more restrictive.

Cuffs and shackles. Cuffs are for wrists and arms. Shackles are for legs and ankles. Like ropes, these can be used to bind a sub’s hands or feet together or bind them to other objects. Cuffs and shackles are usually made of leather, metal or nylon with Velcro closures. When thinking of cuffs and shackles chains often come into play. Chains should be used only in conjunction with cuffs and aren’t generally directly placed against the skin because they can cause injury. And thinking of chains leads to collars and leashes. Collars for bondage (and not symbols of ownership) are made of nylon or leather like the cuffs. They can be used with chains to restrict arms and legs. As I mentioned before beginners should never experiment with collars or anything around the neck.

Bars are used to spread the arms or legs. They are usually 2-3 feet long. They ends of the bar are attached to cuffs or shackles. A bar, like other bindings, restricts movement but bars also give the Dom great access his sub’s body.

For more on bindings, toys, and floggers check out TEB’s earlier post on this subject.

Aftercare

When participating in any BDSM scene, aftercare is the last step. The worst thing a Dom could do is take their sub to the edge of their limits and then roll over and go to sleep. Cuddling, stroking, compliment and discussion of what’s just happened will go a long way to build intimacy and strengthen trust and respect. It’s not uncommon for the Dom to apply soothing lotion or to bathe their sub. A good Dom treats his sub as a treasure not as a disposable item which is discarded after use or easily replaced. Even in the most tame of relationships where BDSM is only spice added to otherwise vanilla activity, partners need to engage in this aftercare. If aftercare is done well, it will increase the impact of what has already taken place. Don’t allow the real world to return until aftercare is complete.

Anything I’ve mentioned can be brought to a light level for beginners. When starting out, focus on pleasure and arousal. Slowly introduce new activities. As I’ve said, always always always discuss what you’re going to do before you do it. Know what kind of relationship/interaction you want and make sure your partner knows it too. Communicate. Before and after. Find out what your partner liked of didn’t like. Make a note of what to repeat and what to try next time. If the Dominant or submissive wants more they must say so. Both parties must be honest for this to work. Partners can make a BDSM that works for them. Be safe. Be sane. Have fun!

See you next time ~ Brynn










Brynn Paulin

21.11.07

An interview with Keegan Fallon

Interview with Keegan McFallon, the ghostly hero of Bobbie Russell’s first book with TEB,

The Twelfth of Never


  1. Tell me a bit about yourself, Keegan, and how you wound up as a ghost.

I was once a mighty Knight and leader of clan McFallon in Ireland. I had a liaison with Fiona, whom most thought an herb woman, but she was really a sorceress. When I told her I could not marry her, for I had to marry to enhance my lands and forge alliances to help my people prosper, she cast a spell on me – to wander in the spirit world until I had an orgasm on the twelfth of never!

  1. How about the other characters with whom you share this story? Bobbie Russell obviously has a dark side if she’s created you! Anything in particular about the others that you’d care to mention?

Bobbie didn’t create me; she helped Zoe find me. Without the two of them working together to solve the riddle, I am doomed to wander that realm between life and death forever. While Bobbie is a wonderful story spinner, it is Zoe who is in my world. Zoe whom I can caress and bring to a fever pitch of orgasm. It is Zoe who is most determined to help me.

  1. What do you think of the women who put you into this predicament—the sorceress and author?

The sorceress, Fiona, was beautiful, until she got greedy. She received her just reward, to be sure. I may just possibly owe my life to the wonderful, sensuous author, Bobbie Russell, for in telling my story, perhaps I can once again claim the land of my birth.

  1. What was most interesting about collaborating with Bobbie?

I delighted in the way she portrayed me and in her openness about my behavior. I will admit it – I love sex – and Bobbie wasn’t afraid of telling about it. In addition, I am not vain, yet it is nice to know that fair lady finds me sexy and handsome.

  1. Would you share a passage from the book with me? Maybe something that lets me see how you interact with the love of your life?

She spun at the sound of his voice, a deep Irish brogue that raised goose bumps on her skin. He stood on the other side of her bed, a tall man with golden hair that reached his shoulders. Shoulders that were massive, and bare. Her gaze swept downward. He had the most magnificent hard on, his cock jutting out of a nest of darker blonde hair like a sword. Muscles rippled across his chest and arms. His thighs were sprinkled with darker hair, their muscles cording the length of his legs.

“I am Keegan McFallon, knight and lord. You are the one come to save me.”

“Why me?”

“You haven’t run away.”

“I have nowhere to go. Besides, who in their right mind would run after being given multiple orgasms every night?”

“Would you like another?” A sexy grin cut across his features, softening the hard planes of his face…

His hand came up and covered her breast, the rough palm abrading her nipple until it peaked, hard and aching. His fingers squeezed lightly and she suddenly knew.

“It has been you.” Although she had never seen him before in her life, and she hadn’t known who he was, she still knew him. His touch had made her come in glorious spasms of orgasm. And tonight he was here in the flesh.

  1. Now, tell me, from a ghost’s perspective…what scares you?

If you were not a friend of Bobbie’s, I would have your head for asking a knight and warrior such a question! In battle, I was always brave and strong, leading my knights rather than watching from the hill top. But alas, since becoming a spirit, ‘tis that which scares me most. That I shall always remain thus.

  1. How about Bobbie? *evil grin* What scares her?

She often wonders if she will have another story idea. However, since she remains so open to lost souls such as myself, I am sure she will have no trouble finding another character whose plight needs portrayed in the eloquent way she has with words.

  1. You’ll have some of the women reading this who’ll want to know more intimate details. What are you wearing right now? Are you drinking anything?

I do not wish to give Bobbie’s story away, however when Fiona cast her spell upon me, I had not yet pulled on my clothes after making love to her. So…I wander around quite naked. T’were I not a spirit, perhaps I could take a photograph for all your lovely readers. As a spirit, I have need for neither drink nor food.

  1. What, if anything, makes you eager to get up of a morning?

I am a creature of the night – you will not perceive me in attendance during the day. But tis Zoe who keeps me eager for the coming night. I long to caress her and watch her come to completion, even if I can not always follow her into that sublime sphere.

  1. How about Bobbie? Does she have any special interests that charge her emotional and physical batteries?

From what she has told me, writing stories such as mine help her tremendously. She loves the unlimited physical portrayals that Total-e-Bound allows her, so she does not have to “talk nice”.

  1. Thank you, Keegan, for letting me get to know you better. To wrap this up, is there anything else you’d like your audience to know about you or your creator before we say goodnight?

‘Tis hoped that your readers can help solve the riddle and return me to mortal form. Bobbie has told me she asks the question “When Is the Twelfth of Never?” on her website. Look to the contest page. But please hurry – there is little time left!!

19.11.07

New Releases

It started as a game, but they are both playing to win.

Tina meets Shaun at a gaming weekend, a monthly meeting of eccentric game players in a British manor house. Shaun is a loner, highly competitive, and devastatingly sexy. When he challenges Tina to a sexual relationship, she can't resist.


The atmosphere of competition extends into their more intimate moments, as they pursue a fiery affair. It starts as a game, but both players soon realise they have to play their way carefully, to win the real prize. In a relationship brimming with challenge and conflict, how will the players get their opponent to reveal their true hand?


Hot, hot excerpt!

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, drawing her back. “No.” His tone was controlling. “You’re not going anywhere. I haven’t finished with you yet.”

She tried to tug her hand from his grasp, but he held tight.

She gave a dismissive laugh. “And who are you to decide?”

She let him hold her hand aloft though. There was something immensely satisfying about the way he held her wrist so tightly.

His eyes were alight with desire, she could see it plainly now and the knowledge of it led a dark thrill through her entire body. He didn’t reply to her question, but traced his free hand up the line of her arm, to rest on her shoulder.

Her breathing was constricted. His sharp masculine scent was already chasing itself inside her body, seducing her senses.

“We’re going to drive each other up the wall,” he whispered, low and suddenly soft. “You know it’s true.”

His eyes rested on her breasts, knowingly.

She could feel her nipples tugging on the silk of her shirt, and knew that he could see it too. “What makes you think that?”

His eyes glittered in the faint landing light. “Because you want me.”

His knowing look annoyed her, and she reacted. She pulled free, then pushed him back against the wall, swiftly, her hands locked around his upper arms.

“And I want you too,” he murmured.

His remark shocked at the core, melting her there. She was so startled that she lost her grip on him. He took his chance and had her back in his control instantly. He backed her up against the opposite wall, their bodies ricocheting together. Before she knew what was happening, they were kissing. She had wanted to hit the arrogant beast for his attitude, and yet there she was, kissing him.

“Your room or mine,” he asked, while they caught their breath.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs behind them, forcing the issue.

The door to her room was right there. She wanted more, and that need overruled any objection that logical thought might have put forth in that moment. She swung the door to her room open and stepped inside. She wanted him, oh yes. There was no denying it now.

He closed the door quietly and carefully, and walked over to where she stood between the door and the exotically dressed bed.

Her heart beat fast, her body pounding with need. She tilted her head back, giving him a provocative glance. “So...give me a challenge, if you think that’s what I need.”

He grabbed her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue probing inside her mouth, demandingly.

She slid one hand up to his neck, the other pressed flat against his chest. Her hips moved against him, pressing into his body. Her fingernails plucked at the back of his neck. She gasped for air, her fingers entwined in his hair. There was that lean smile of his again. God it made her cream for him.

In silent agreement, they moved together, across the room and towards the bed. Her hands were already clawing at his belt and hips.

“I knew you’d be like this.” He gave a sly chuckle.

She raked her nails over the surface of his chest, drawing a gasp from him. “Shut up or I’ll slap you,” she replied, but she couldn’t help smiling. He had offered her a challenge, but she was going to make him prove himself, too. She pulled open his belt, whipped it out from its place and threw it across the room.

His glance flickered over to the place where his belt had hit the floor, his eyes narrowing as if he wanted to take back that move, and replay it. Male power poured out of him, power that she wanted to experience, physically. For some reason, the way he looked—so intense, so male—sent a shiver of arousal down her spine. She tugged on his buttons until she freed his cock from his jeans.



Book one in the Cattle Valley Series

When a three man partnership becomes too much for their small Texas town, Ryan Blackfeather knows it’s time to head for greener pastures. With a new job awaiting him in Cattle Valley, Wyoming, he convinces his men, Nate and Rio to make the move.

A community built on tolerance, Cattle Valley’s one of the few places in the country where the residents won’t bat an eyelash at the threesomes relationship. Nate, Rio and Ryan fit right in. However, with Ryan busy in his new job as town Sheriff, Rio and Nate are left to wonder how they’re supposed to make a living. What use are a highly trained mercenary and a private detective in a peaceful community the size of Cattle Valley?

Hot, hot excerpt!

Digging for the key card, Ryan grunted. “I swear, if the two of you come without me, I’m gonna kick some ass.” Ryan opened the door and pulled them both inside.

Rio carried him over to the big king-sized bed and fell down on top of him, never breaking their lip lock. “Shit,” Nate heard Ryan say. He felt someone taking off his shoes and socks before hands felt their way up his cock to the snap of his jeans.

Ryan’s hands tried to unfasten his pants, but with Rio grinding and humping against him, it didn’t leave Ryan enough room. “Okay, stop, just fucking let me get the two of you naked.”

Finally breaking apart, Rio fell to the side of Nate. He was breathing heavily as he tried to take off his clothes. Ryan, Nate noticed was already naked as he attacked the rest of Nate’s clothes. By the time he was naked, Rio was too and the three of them moved as one to the centre of the bed.

“Wait, I need the condoms out of my front pocket.”

Rio retrieved Nate’s jeans and pulled out the strip of rubbers. He looked at them and then at Nate. “I don’t even want to think about the reason these are in here.” He tossed the condoms onto the bed and pulled Nate into his arms.

“You don’t need those. From now on, it’s just the three of us, no more cruising the clubs.” He punctuated his statement with a bite mark to Nate’s pierced nipple.

Nate looked at the two men. “You mean it? This isn’t just a one off?”

Ryan shook his head, flicking the other nipple ring. “That’s why we didn’t approach you before. I knew Rio’s feelings went deep, but until mine matched his, I wasn’t willing to risk my relationship with him.”

Swallowing, Nate arched his back as Rio continued to lick and suck his already sensitive nubs. “And do they? Go deep I mean?”

Leaning over, Ryan kissed him. His first taste of the heavily tattooed stud sent Nate’s libido into overdrive. Reaching for the strip of condoms he held them up. “Please, someone make love to me.”

“We’re clean. We don’t need those between us.” Ryan tried to take the condoms out of Nate’s hand but he shook his head.

“No, I’ve always worn protection, but I haven’t been tested in almost a year, and until I can get to a clinic, we use these.”

Ryan looked into his eyes and finally nodded his consent. Taking the strip, Nate tore off one of the rubbers and passed it to him. “Lube?” Ryan asked.

“Suitcase, side pocket,” Nate replied, flipping over onto his stomach. Rio scrambled for the lube and Ryan ran his hands over Nate’s ass.

“I don’t want to make love to you this way the first time. I wanna look into your eyes when I make you come.”

Nate froze. In all the years he’d been a businessman’s bottom-boy, not once had anyone asked to make love to him face to face. Nate closed his eyes and said a quick prayer of thanks.

“Hey,” Rio said, turning him over. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never made love in this position. It just kinda threw me for a second.” He could feel a blush creep up his face and turned his head away.

“Oh, baby,” Ryan said, turning Nate’s head. “Evidently, no ones ever made love to you. A fast fuck’s fine when the time is right, but there’s nothing like being made love to.”

Ryan handed the lube to Rio, who slicked his fingers and touched Nate’s rosette. He felt himself tense at the intimacy of the moment. He felt like a damn virgin which was funnier than hell, but he sure didn’t feel like laughing.

Spreading his legs, he allowed Rio’s fingers to work their magic on his body. Ryan took the opportunity to map every ridge and hollow of his lean frame. “So sexy,” Ryan whispered against his throat. He moved down Nate’s torso licking and kissing. Nate was going out of his mind with want, trying to reach enough of his men’s skin to stroke and pet.

Rio shook his head, “Tonight’s all about you, relax and enjoy.”

16.11.07

NAVY WIFE


I am a Navy wife. And I must tell you, I’ve met lots of different people, some I miss, some…not so much. Anyway, this is a story that I remember with amusement.

It was homecoming. The ship had been gone for over six months. A few of us wives met early that morning in the Commons to get some coffee and walk to the pier together. The day was cold, it was winter and windy.

One of my friends was wearing a “surprise” for her husband. Despite the cold weather, under her trench coat she wore nothing more than a dark pink/black satin corset with matching panties. Pink hearts had been applied to where her nipples were. Add in her heels and she was ready for him, not to mention freezing.

I had been told she was going to do it, but I didn’t think she would actually go through with it. Man was I wrong. So we head down to the pier where we are going to be waiting for over an hour for the ship to pull in and get tied.

Before we can get onto the pier itself, we have to go through metal detectors. All of us get through but one. The one of us in lingerie. She sets off the detector.

There are three guards standing there. Two with M-16’s and one with a sidearm. All young men with a very serious look on their face. I guess it didn’t help that we were laughing so hard on the other side, because we knew she was going to have to open her jacket.

She keeps trying to tell them what she has on under her jacket, as opposed to actually showing them, but each time she steps near one of them, they step back. Frustrated she opens her trench coat and shows each of them what she was wearing.

They may have been serious men, but even they reacted to her outfit. All jaws dropped and faces grew red with embarrassment. While, all of us were still laughing (I admit it, we could have handled it better on our end, but it was funny to watch).

The first guard to recover used a wand on her and finally let her pass. When she got through we asked her what it was that had set it off. She glared and said the fasteners holding on the hearts. She had made sure everything else was plastic but apparently that she forgot about.

We all learned a valuable lesson. One, if it’s cold out, don’t wear next to nothing no matter how long our husbands have been away. And two, if you do, make sure nothing will set off the metal detectors.

When I left that command, I know they were still using her “incident” with the guards as an example for other new spouses of things one should really think hard about doing at homecoming…although her husband was pleased.

Well, the only other thing I can say is, if you are a military spouse that we are a part of an exceptional group of people. Share your experiences with others, help new spouses get settled in at their new duty stations. And never forget that what we do here at home is also important to our spouses no matter where they are in the world.

www.militaryonesource.com is a great site for anything military. I hope that families utilize the services offered to us. Go to your Morale Welfare Relief and ask them what fun activities are happening near by for you and your family. There is support around and please, don’t be afraid to look for it.

Go to the meetings they have for pre-deployment and pre-homecoming. No matter how trite you may think they are, there is always a good point to be found; perhaps a question another person asks that reminds you of another thing that needs to be squared away before your spouse leaves.

If you aren’t a military spouse, but know people in the services, I hope you don’t forget that it isn’t an easy life for us. Yes, we chose it, but it doesn’t mean it’s easy. And that just because certain things are going on in the world doesn’t mean we are in agreement with them all. Despite being married to the military we are still individuals and have our own views and opinions on everything.

I have been verbally attacked and physically threatened because of the DOD stickers on my vehicle. People came after me, because I was military, they never once asked me what I thought. So don’t lump everyone into a section.

There are days that we will be angry, depressed, and you may or may not understand but if you are there for us, we will be forever grateful.

I’ve heard it many times that the spouse has the hardest job in the military, for we don’t only marry our husband/wife but those they serve with and of course whatever branch they are in. Many times our lives are put on hold as we go where our spouse goes, sometimes at a moments notice, we pack, and we leave behind friends and family. We are expected to be the one who holds it together. The only schedule that is set in stone is the one that says they can be told to leave at anytime.

Regardless of the difficulties, I am proud to be a Navy wife.



Navy Wife
Navy Wife