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Introduction / Summary (2018): Hello and welcome to our Sexuality pages. While this is not a pornographic site, it is provocative - founded upon what people search on the Internet (which is very interesting!). We then relate this to our biological and cultural evolution.
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"It is not enough to conquer; one must learn to seduce." (Voltaire) - "Desire is the essence of a man." (Spinoza)

Erotic Stories & Sex Blogs

Sexy Story: Housewyfe & Caveman

Pandora's Box

Women's Breasts spilling over CorsetI should have guessed that once I started using sex toys I'd want more. I have a Rabbit, another vibrator, a dong, and an anal plug. Love them all. Want more.

First on my new wish list is a bigger dong. Something much bigger and somewhat harder than the one I've got which is silicone and about 6.5". It has a good feel but I'd like the next one to be something that screams major penetration. When I was watching the penis show last night, they showed a dildo designer. He mentioned how extensive the testing process is to get just the right shape and size for look and feel for all the various preferences people have.

I'd like to be a tester: keep trying those suckers until I find my prince. Although I suspect I'll end up having several I like. A harem of dildos. Sex has so many moods. I think it's good to have a different dildo for every occasion. Last night was solo period sex. It requires some good firm action--a really wild orgasm to tame those cramps. I just managed to skimp by with the toys on hand. Twice I thought I heard Caveman coming upstairs to join me. He didn't but I darn near got off at the thought of it. It was his cock I was really wanting.

Vintage Lady wearing Stockings and BootsAnal play is definitely a mood thing for me. I'm just a babe in Anal Land so far and have much more to experience, but right now when I feel like having something in there for an orgasm, good heavens it's the greatest feeling. I love the how the feeling doesn't vary: it just hums along at the Damn, this feels good level.

I know I'll want an anal vibrator eventually because it's both the fullness and the gentle movement that really gets me. I can't believe I went this long without even thinking of trying anything anal. Where have I been all my life?

But I also went this long loving blowjobs but never thinking to go for the balls with my mouth! How incomplete is that? On the topic of blowjobs, according to the History of the Orgasm book, the word blowjob probably came from 'below job'. I always wondered about that. As a young woman I could never figure out where the actual 'blow' part fit in and worried that I was missing as a step! Now I know, it's below jobs I love.

At the checkout stand at the grocery store today I noticed more magazine covers mentioning anal sex. This month on the cover of Cosmo it says, "the male G-spot (your sexiest search ever!)". Some of those readers may be very surprised to learn where that search leads them. I have no idea if I'm noticing it mentioned everywhere lately because I'm interested in it, or if it's been there all along just waiting for me to pay attention? Either way, I'd love to think that sexual newbies are actually getting complete information about the health and safety of it so that can really go for it and enjoy.

On the penis show, a few sex toy shop owners were interviewed. Each one said that straight couples with the woman doing anal penetration on the man is the big toy seller right now. Women come in and buy strap-ons and vibes and dildos to use on their men. That's very erotic to me. I hope that's in our future. I constantly have fantasies about being the guy or getting to do the guy things in sex. Perhaps this could be one small taste of that.

I've had a few emails from people telling me they love female penetration of the guy. (Is there a proper name for it besides anal penetration when it's a female doing it for/to a male?) I'd love to hear more if anyone wants to comment about it. Men have you tried it? Hate it? Love it? Want to try again? Any women who do this for their men? What do you use? Details. I love details.

Erotic Story: Another Afternoon in Paradise

There was a lot of yard work to be done. I did a lot of digging and heavy lifting but I didn't want to overdo it knowing that we'd have the house to ourselves for sex last night. God help me if I ever have to say I'm too tired. Sleep is never the same without an orgasm or more first. In fact, let me fall asleep or die having sex, if there's a choice.

The afternoon sun was very hot and I was thirsty. I put down the shovel and went inside. I scrubbed my grubby hands clean (how do they get so dirty with gloves on?) and got a cold bottle of water. Might as well cool off and read some blogs. I was still too hot. I went upstairs to change out of my sweaty clothes. I wanted a cool shower but there wasn't enough time.

I removed my clothes and got the hand mirror to look at my pussy under the guise of checking my IUD. I've been wondering if its doing alright in there. I finger myself but I can't tell. I'll have to see the doctor soon to check it out.

My fingers are still very cold from the water bottle and they feel good. And I like looking as I touch. It's like it's someone else.

Photograph of Topless Woman Masturbating under her SkirtI turn on the electric vibrator and place it beside the mirror on the floor and kneel over them. Now that I shave, I like looking at myself. There's a lot more to see without any hair in the way. I can't believe I was so hesitant to do it. I never thought about going down on a woman until I saw myself shaved. Now I can imagine myself doing that, making a woman slowly squirm and moan and gush and scream the way the Caveman does me.

To get an orgasm from the vibrator this way (kneeling over it, hands free), I have to stay absolutely still in one position, no matter how weak or strong the feeling is. The vibrator isn't going to follow me around like a penis or a hand to finish the job. It just stays there, happily buzzing on the floor. The thought of having to stay still when I want to escape the intensity gets me turned on. I am going to be taken by a vibrator.

The one I used many years ago had a photo of a 1950's housewife on the box. She stood there with her 18" waist, apron tied tightly over her dress, tenderly placing the vibrator on her poor sore neck while stirring a pot on the stove. I always imagined her going to town on herself when the photo shoot was done. Maybe the photographer helped too.

I pause for a moment wondering if the Caveman could hear the buzzing sound from downstairs. No matter. I have to do this. I have tingles all over my body.

I close my eyes and lower my pussy onto my little buzzing friend, as if fucking on top but it's just me and the vibrator. I wish I had a dildo to sit on. A flexible, vibrating dildo. The little tip of the vibrator enters my vagina. I feel another rush of wetness run down. I want something big to fuck me. And a penis in front of my mouth to suck on. But the persistent vibration draws all my attention to one central location.

I swell with fullness.

Time to brace myself. I settle in with the vibe just below the clit hood, pressing myself onto it. My hips are almost to the floor, down between my bent legs. My mouth falls open, wanting to kiss. My nipples harden, sending a sharp grabbing feeling through both breasts. I am completely aroused. I cannot move. I want to move. I stay still.

I'm breathing much faster, dying to rock back and forth; have something fuck me really hard. I could bail out now with a good level of pleasure but I want to see how long I can stand it.

I'm breathing much faster, dying to rock back and forth; have something fuck me really hard. I could bail out now with a good level of pleasure but I want to see how long I can stand it.I'm desperate to move; to pick up the vibrator and press it right into myself. Oh, where is a dildo when you need one? It's way too intense, staying right there, keeping the feeling all in one place. It's like I've mentally tied myself up and had my way with me. I feel another gush of wetness. My legs are trembling. I start moaning. I keep my hips steady and close my mouth to keep from screaming. I'm trembling so hard, I lose my position for a moment and the vibrator tips over. I cannot be stopped. I quickly put it back in place.

The moment I get on it again, I cum really hard. I watch in the mirror to see the pussy muscles pressing downward, all the light pink bits glimmering with thick wetness. Without waiting, I close my eyes and lower myself harder onto the vibrator. The fresh intensity makes me moan louder. There's the feeling of teeth gently biting the whole length of the clit. I get chills up the side of my face. I cum again.

That is bliss.

My heart is racing.

I lean back against the bed and stretch my legs. I pick up the vibrator to run it along the lips for some post-orgasmic tickling. My clit is rock hard and too tender to touch. I run it along the inner labia: that sweet little runway to the vagina. I think of the Caveman running his hands down the whole length of my body after I cum with him. A new orgasm throws itself at me again in waves and my hips jerk up and down from the floor. It's my turn to control the vibrator. I still feel my pussy pushing down, as if a cock had just sprayed its cum in there and the pussy wants to grab it back and have it again. I think of the Caveman's spent cock sliding out of me.

I hold the mirror with my thighs and pull back my pussy lips for one more bit of vibrating penetration. The last rush of wetness tickles my ass.

I'm not cooled off but definitely refreshed.

Saturday, June 04, 2005

Validation and Pornography

Vintage Woman in Stockings and Short SkirtI usually sit down and write here early in the morning before everyone wakes up and that morning shuffle begins.

I like to take some time to think over how things are going. I think the biggest change the Caveman and I have gone through in recent months is openness. I'm a shy person (yes, I'm longwinded in my writing, but I am actually very shy and socially phobic as well). I realize now that I've held much of myself back from him (and from life in general), fearing rejection.

Now I feel so outlandishly sexual and strong, that holding back is not an option. I want what I want. And I don't want to spend any more years stuffing those feelings down, ignoring my desires. Between my times with him, and sex toys (not yet purchased!), I'll get what I want and need. There is no other way.

When I got the idea to do a erotic blog, I didn't actually know there was such a thing, and once I found some, it took a while to find any I could relate to. Once I found people describing similar situations, it gave me the encouragement to start this one. I just wanted a place to work out everything we've been going through. Somewhere where I could talk about sex, our sex life, the changes I'm going through, without worrying about anyone's reaction or judgement. I was so confused by my raging sex drive that I really needed some sort of validation that I wasn't going nuts.

It embarrasses me a bit to admit I was that far from just being able to accept and rejoice in what I was and am going through, but it's true. It really helps when someone leaves a 'me too!' message. This onslaught of lust and desire has been intriguing but startling at times. I had no idea a person could really feel this way. And six months ago I would have never ever imagined I would feel this way. Be this way.

When it comes to validation, porn doesn't help. Or what I'll call Hollywood Porn. I'm not into the Playboy looks and the fantasy scenes. And it all seems so devoid of tenderness and proper lubrication. I've never worn lingerie. Never wanted lingerie. I don't even like to shop and we don't spend money we don't have (which is why I haven't purchased the sex toys yet). Not to say any of that isn't normal or good for others, but it's just not me. And getting really knitty gritty sexual and free means doing exactly what I want to do. Not what some producer has decided is a turn on.

I don't find anything sexy in the 'ram it into the whore's ass' kind of talk. I know it works for others, but it's just not me. And I am underwhelmed by how our culture acknowledges female sexuality: that horrific and unfair gap between modesty and slutdom. Here I find myself with this huge, relentless sex drive and I don't know any woman in my life I can talk with about it.

There's got to be other women like me in my daily life, but we all keep this stuff to ourselves as if it's wrong or bad or obscene. We don't give each other any signals to say, I love sex and it's ok: want to talk about it? At the playground each day, we watch the kids run around and we talk about everything but the things that are really on our minds. I know there must be women who do talk about this stuff, I mean, I hear about sex toy and lingerie parties now and then, but it just hasn't been a part of my world so far.

Yesterday I was looking at the movie previews at Comstock Films. The footage of Matt and Khym is just like the Caveman and I. That's how we have sex. Want to see what our sex is like? Well, there you go. What a treat! What a relief to see real people having real sex. It was another happy pitstop on my quest for validation. And so refreshing. It's the kind of thing I'd want my kids to see when they're young adults developing their own sexual styles. I want to give them the message that sex is normal and wonderful and good, and don't let stupid things hold you back like I did. Look at this and see what two people who love each other can share together. And don't settle for less.

But the most validating part of all has been my own experience. The more I surrender to the sensuality of the Caveman, the more pleasure I have. The more I write about our sex, the more everyday normal it seems. What I used to judge from afar, now I try and judge for myself. And many of the sexual fantasies I wrote about in earlier posts have faded out, replaced by the real stuff we do together.

I'm not saying I'm at ease with feeling the desire for sex 24/7 (it's very distracting), but I am feeling much better about myself. Me, a fortysomething woman with a huge capacity for pleasure, finally ready to get what I need.

Noisy sex planned for tonight -- kids will be out. I'm counting the minutes ....

Erotic Stories: Easy Cum

Lady stimulating her Nipples with a Pearl NecklaceHello, my name is Housewyfe and I used to be a premature ejaculator. Until this year, Caveman and I had a basic routine for sex that we never really deviated from. Oral for him, he'd cum. Hand job for me. I'd cum. Done.

Because I do love blowjobs, and I'm in the mood for details, I shall indulge here. And of course, describe my female version of premature ejaculation or really, getting off way too fast.

This is how it was (before 2005):
I would go down on him while he lay on his back, massaging his nipples. (He's got great nipple stimulationability.)

I love taking him in my mouth. Even as I write this, I can feel that feeling in my mouth that makes me want it. It is not unlike the urgent feeling I get in the pussy when it's time for screwing. It's a desperate, sensual pulling feeling, like something has to be sucked right now. And without it, something is missing. I get the same feelings about kissing.

So, I'd run my tongue all over his penis with lots of saliva for lube, keeping one hand at the base, playing with his balls. My long hair was constantly a nuisance. Sometimes I'd have to stop and put it in a ponytail before continuing. I'd want to take him right in my mouth and suck and roll my tongue around the tender spots, but he seemed to get off better if I kept to the tongue action around the shaft and head. Admittedly, the whole thing is a turn on for me, and not being able to have him deep in my mouth just cranked me up a little more.

I have an ongoing fantasy of gentle mouth fucking, steering clear of the teeth, but him going deep into my mouth and me alternating between sucking strongly and softly and swirling my tongue around. I use that one all the time during masturbation.

I'd listen to his breathing becoming more rapid. I'd watch for the cues. I love it, LOVE IT, when his balls go really hard right as he's going to cum. There's a racing feeling that goes clear up his dick as the sperm shoots out. I LOVE THAT. He seemed to always want me to stop licking right then. I'd desperately want to put my whole mouth over him at that moment. I can orgasm just watching that. I never licked or swallowed his cum. Insert shocking gasping sounds here. That's definitely on my to-do list now.

This whole episode would take maybe ten or fifteen minutes tops. I'm not sure. I could have gone about an hour for how pleasurable I found it. But Caveman would say he'd get too sore if we go too long. And I suppose it's good to remember that I'm not just doing it for my own pleasure but for his too.

After he's exploded and cleaned up (he's subtle with his orgasms as opposed to me, groaning and yelping), I'd lay beside him for him to play with me. If I had gone first, I probably wouldn't have been nearly as enthusiastic about the oral on him. I liked to save my orgasm for last in those days.

When it was my turn, I would be completely worked up. He used to joke, Here's the best ten seconds you'll have all day. But really, it was no joke. Between the stimulation of having my mouth on his penis and then seeing him cum, there was no way I was going to be touched without having an instant o. Like a snake jumping out of a can. My pussy would be really swollen, the clit double in size. I'd feel my breasts. The anticipation was crazy.

Sure enough, he'd just do a little fast rubbing near the clit, and bam, done. Once he just blew a little air on my clit from a few inches away and I came. It was that easy. Too easy. Great orgasm but so sad to be done so soon.

I'd try playing that popular mental game known as, I'm Not Going to Let Myself Cum, and of course, the mere thought of not allowing those big man hands to get me off, would totally get me off. There was no anal stimulation, minimal fingering if any: just a few flits of the clit, and goosh, woosh. I'd have a really strong orgasm.

I don't know if it was the fact that I was younger or what, but I'd always cum that fast. I can't say if it would be the same from intercourse because we rarely screwed all those years. We fell into the blowjob for him, handgasm for me pattern and just did that. And not very often.

For some reason now that I'm a sex maniac with a relentless libido, I have better control over the orgasms. As I mentioned before, it never even occurred to me to try for another one in the old days! But also, the clit would be so sensitive to any touch after one, that I'd be the only one who could even venture down there again to investigate. Direct touch would be painful. Massaging the vulva and a bit of fingering, not so bad.

But now, it's all different. I can build up the orgasms, cripes, how I love that climbing feeling, fend off the weaker ones who want to try and steal the show and hold out for the big guns. I can have several medium ones all in a row, within seconds of each other, like firecrackers going off. And I get to linger a good long time in the complete erotic pleasure of the build-up (usually while he's rapidly pressing on my g-spot, flirting with the clit).

Lately Caveman has masterful control of the whole orchestra (stimulating the clit, vulva, vagina (and that mysterious new-found o-spot in there), the anus, breasts, nipples....) the so I get the Grand Finale O at the end. That's the erotic screamer. Lately Caveman has masterful control of the whole orchestra (stimulating the clit, vulva, vagina (and that mysterious new-found o-spot in there), the anus, breasts, nipples ....) the so I get the Grand Finale O at the end. That's a screamer. A completely breathless screamer. The one that makes me say ridiculously funny things with swear words mixed in and blurs my vision with stars and lights. While different than the powerful instant o's of days gone by, I really like this much better. Those were compact models. Now I ride in the stretch lim-o.

Hello, my name is Housewyfe and I'm no longer a premature ejaculator.
(Many thanks to Housewyfe Wendy for the use of her Blog.)

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