Let's start with masturbation

{Written by: Francesca}

It's as good a place as any.

You might expect us dirty-minded sex-obsessed bloggers to say Everybody Does It, and if you say you don't we know You're Lying. However, I am evidence of the contrary.

When I was younger, I was a complete dud at masturbation. Frankly, I didn't even try, because it required a degree of coordination I did not possess. Get worked up and bothered? Yes. Once I tried to continue past that point, it was simply an exercise in frustration. So why get bothered?

As a sexually active adult, I learned to reach down and help things out if I sensed my partner wasn't going to last long enough; a little manual stimulation and I could prevent frustration most of the time.

[Shit. I'm talking like an intellectual instead of
a dirty girl who wants to grab Tila every time she sees that picture...
Let me try that last paragraph again.]

So, once I started having regular sex (woohoo!), I found that sometimes the guy was a little too quick to finish. So I reached down and FLICKED IT! before he ran out of juice (which REALLY can be taken multiple ways), and usually got off before it was too late. But that's as far as it ever went.

Until the OM entered the picture. Oh, my God, I drool over him. He's hot, hard, ready to go, thinks I'm sexy, and will talk dirty to me any time I ask.

[Unless he's home with the wife and kids. ]

He can go all night, and if I ever get REAL sex with him again, neither of us will walk properly for a week. Will you pray to the Goddess with me that this happens SOON?

Ahem. Let me try not to get my desk chair TOO sloppy this early in the day.

So this is how it all happened: Once upon a time, I met this guy. He was H-O-T hot. Just about perfect for me. We spent the summer thinking about it and TWO DAYS in hot sex - on the floor, on the ceiling, continuous, fabulous, shaking-just-remembering-it sex.

But the timing was wrong. We went our separate ways geographically after the summer. We talked on the phone a lot, but surprisingly, not about sex; we became better friends. I met DH. Time passed. We talked less. He had some really wild times with many women, and eventually got married. And we each have 3 kids.

Almost 20 years passed. About 6 months ago I sent him a friend request on facebook.

[Please, no anti-facebook comments. Facebook facilitates
the immoral activities of many; it is NOT the CAUSE!]

And we talked, and caught up.

And one day, in the chat box, we talked about memories. And what-if's. And went farther than we probably should, but who can regret? We talked about what we WOULD do now, and I had the best orgasm I'd had in years.

In a chat box. Yes, like IM. Not even with voice involved. In a CHAT BOX.

[There was considerable hands-on action, too.]

I never knew that "masturbation" had a different flavor orgasm from intercourse and real-sex orgasms. But even THAT is getting me hot and bothered.

[And you wondered why it took me so long to write this post.]

Where did we go from there? Well, we're farther apart than ever geographically. We have had Chat-Box sex. Then we started phone sex. Oh, my God, I can climax just thinking about his voice. And what he says to me. How he's going to fuck me harder than I've ever been... In the right situation, it's amazing.

The dumb-ass hubs is INCAPABLE of talking dirty. I've asked him to, he can't. He can't have sex if he's talking at all. I pretty much never stop talking. I've done without for years, and it's so much better, if that's what you want, to GET WHAT YOU WANT.

This post is long enough. I'll get more detailed next time in what phone sex is and is not, and how it works for me. That's what we ponies do - TMI is the rule here!

So. Neither of us is happy in our marriage. Both of us are reluctant to leave because we have 6 children whose lives would be uprooted. Not ruined, but not easy. Neither of us is willing to hurt the ones we love most (our kids), or to be away from them for any length of time.

He's my fucking soul mate, and I can't have him.

ps: This post both made me extremely horny AND made me cry. I hope it fulfills the promises I've made! Because I don't think I can write it again.

I may be unique in the Orgasm world..

{Written by Kat}

Before I get to my post...

Dear 10 Followers,

So SORRY for neglecting you.

We do love you!
We are busy and have lives

but it doesn't mean we love you less!

Personally I only blog when inspired like tonight...

so here is my blog>>>

I was reading MormonBachPad the guilty pleasure that it is and in the comments of this post was a line that well I guess inspired? me...

"You can't orgasm from a persons sweet personality."

I do find this to be true. One must have a naughty personality!

BUT for me, personally, I cannot rarely orgasm without trust.

This could be what Carrie meant when she wrote:

"sorry Kat you may want to stop reading.." in this post.

I think she wrote that because if you read that post, you would be well educated on that woman's orgasm history. And God blessed her. I promise I am not jealous
but in that same post she said:

"But by then I had learned how to unattach emotionally and just enjoy sex for what it is"

I have never been able to do that. Not when it comes (tehehe, #clearlyiamverymature) to cumming or orgasming.

To date only 2 men have been able to bring me to the full Niagara release complete with after-pleasure-shock-waves a totally of 3 times. Ever.

For me it all leads to a point of LETTING GO so that I can Let Go.
When I am getting rev'd up by a man and it begins the climax to a climax, I won't, unless I consciously decide to. And what is the magic conscious decision maker for me?

trust

It actually effects me when I am having Kat-time with my bean too..
I have to get myself to that same point and then decide to Let Go. I don't know if it is necessarily trust there too (like trust in myself or something) but what ever it is, I always have to decide to Let Go to get out of my head.

It sucks. But then there are times where I surprise myself. Or rather there have been 2 times.

The first surprise was with my first love Kevin. (yes, his real name)

And actually it is how I figured out he was my first true love.

It was the night we celebrated our 1yr together (a few days after since I was home visiting from my freshman year at college) We held out playing computer games for about 45mins until his mom left and then he had me pinned up against the wall a mere foot away with my pants down so FAST. I'm getting the Tingles below just thinking about it. It was so kinky and nerdy and intimate and primal all rolled into one, it took me by surprise, I didn't have time to put the mental blockers up. (Normal mental blockers say GRAB A CONDOM! Mine say GRAB A CONDOM and DO YOU TRUST HIM?)
And the craziest part, it was via hand. Another reason my blockers weren't up. I had no idea then that one could be brought to full fledged orgasm via bean-flicking! SURPRISE!
It was an hour later after he carried me to the bed for more fun, less clothes and great sex...

that he gave me my first claddagh ring and I realized I loved him.

I still wear that ring to this day, only on my right ring finger.

The second surprise has less fun, more naughty and was

last night with my Endless Pleasure!

[There is a reason that Bitten Usagi and I are such good friends! ;o) No we aren't lesbian lovahs! I bet her hubs would LOOOOVE that!! haha no she is my supplier! Good times!]
Anywho...
Last night I couldn't sleep much like tonight and I decided it was some Kat-time.
I found a little visual stimulation and well SURPRISE!

Which brings me to my question(s)

Have you ever watched porn?
& why or why not?

xoxo Kat

Oh, Charlie

{Written by Francesca}

The photo below got me thinking. Sounds like Charlie Sheen is being a bad boy again. Jesus wept.

I didn't care when it came out he was a BIG John client of Heidi Fleiss. I didn't care when Denise Richards (the spoiled chick who REDUCED her breast implants. please.) and he broke up - sounded like it was both their faults. I didn't care WHAT he did, I adored him.

Now his current baby mama (wife, whatev) says he's pulled what, a knife on her? and it's hard to maintain my disbelief and keep loving Charlie.

Who am I kidding? It isn't just love and affection that keeps me believing the best of Charlie. It's that he's just so hot. It isn't his smokin' bod (he's got an average physique, right?), it's WHO HE IS that makes him sexy. And I would totally do him. I know he wouldn't hurt ME.

I hate when I have doubts about my matinee idols. (I also choose to believe Michael Jackson was innocent, in more ways than one.) I'd much rather think about them while flicking it than worry about whether they're abusers.

Come home to Francesca, Charlie Darling. I'll take GOOD care of you. Promise. Kisses.

Birthday Suit

{written by: Jurassica}

Twenty-One
Doesn't feel any different, except for the 3 new zits I found on my face this morning, I don't look any different either.. My ex was happy to burst my youthful bubble by reminding me that I no longer have any birthdays to look forward to.. Thanks Asshole, I appreciate it.
So I couldn't sleep last night... Thankfully I was bound and determined to get my room a little more organized before Carrie gets here so I had something to keep me preoccupied. I decided that I would stay up at least until midnight cleaning so that I could sing Happy Birthday to myself... Wasn't as fun as I was anticipating, but it was productive none the less.. As the hours past by and midnight came and went (that's what she said) I could NOT turn my brain off, thoughts kept drifting to the past, good times, when my papa was still here and how special he would make all of my birthdays.. those are the times I will cherish for the rest of my life..
Anyways enough of that, here's what I'm getting at...
This morning started early, I ended up getting 3 whole hours of sleep.. it was rough and annoying to not be able to fall asleep, even with my warm toasty electric blanket cranked up I could not for the life of me turn my brain off! What do I do?! You know you've been there ladies AND gents.. (Again this reminds me of Weeds, Season 5 when Andy is jerking off while Nancy is in bed right next to him.. haha best show of all time!) NATURE'S SLEEPING PILL! Nothing like flicking your bean to fall asleep, be honest and let me know if you've done this, this was not the first time I have flicked it to fall asleep, and let me tell you something, IT WORKS! And there is nothing like a little Birthday Bean Flicking, it was a great way to start/end the day.. I just hope I don't have too many nights like that, I hate laying there for hours with nothing to do and no one to talk to.. Except Flipper of course! ;)

(forgot to post this yesterday)

New Years Resolution Numero Uno!

{written by: Jurassica}

Join a blog-

Done & Done.

Well first of all I might as well let the other 2 bloggers, in this now blogging square, know who I am... Jurassica, or Jessica and I am NOT anonymous, though I probably should be as well. I live in Colorado and Carrie B. is one of my besties.. and soon to be roomie.

Though I have been lacking in the blogging world, I love to do it and I figured what the hell Jessica, you have 3 failed blog attempts, yet you never fail to read Carries, go for it, you can do it! Besides that I like to write PLUS my life is like a really sick and twisted movie, and I figure people might want to read about it... AND I need the therapeutic benefits of writing, so I accepted the invite from my beloved Carrie.

Did I mention I like to "Flick my bean", newly divorced and sexually active for nearly 8 years it has become routine for me... his name is Flipper, and our relationship has been pretty solid for the past 6 months.. he doesn't argue with me and I only curse at him when he forgets to change his batteries.. A small chore that I don't mind doing for him, if only he'd warn me.. there's nothing like being hot and ready only to discover that the batteries are dead.. (Side note for any "Weeds" fans out there, ever see that episode right after Judah died and Nancy tried to "Flick her bean" and the batteries were dead?! haha HILARIOUS crosses my mind every time I find myself in the situation) Anyways life is great, and though I am having a bitch fest of a day I have every intention of ending this day on a positive note. Tonight I have a date with my cute 10 year old cousin Anna, we share the same birth week and we are having a celebratory dinner/shopping date! Then tomorrow I wake up 21, that's right tomorrow is the big 2-1! Gonna party like a Rock? Star? Well maybe not but 2 days after that I sure am! Carrie will be here and will begin her adventure in Colorado! I cannot wait the anticipation is KILLING me! Things are looking up at this point at 2010 should prove to be an interesting and prosperous year! The adventures of Carrie & Jurassica will prove to be interesting, this is a promise.

Well I look forward to sharing this blog with the 3 of you and I think that we can all accomplish great things here! Go flick your bean bitches! Adios!

Jurassica