Spent some time today trolling the Sexual Records web site. Interesting stuff. Kind of like the Guiness Book of World Records for sex. status orgasmus According to the site, this means prolonged orgasm. The longest ever recorded? One woman orgasmed for 43 seconds. That’s 25 successive contractions. Talk about a wild ride. I can’t even imagine the recuperation time needed after that...
The official word is out, and it’s heartening to behold. The caloric content of semen is something I’ve joked around with my girlfriends for years. Somewhere along the line I got it in my head that it was around 75 calories. I thought this was A Good Thing. After all, what’s 75 calories in the whole grand scheme of things? If anything, I used this small caloric content over the...
My inaugural posting to this diary! Seems like I should thank a person or three here, before I get on to the goodies: Jeannie: For teaching me new Photoshop and Illustrator tricks, and sitting with me poring over nudie pictures for hours without once getting embarassed while we searched for the definitive herdesires picture. I think I shocked her a bit with the final choice, but it was so...
It's hilarious. Moving. Touching. Discomforting. There were times I laughed so hard my sides hurt, and other times the stories moved me to tears. Some of the sad facts peppered throughout the monologues left the entire audience still, in silent acceptance that the world we live in is not always a sex-positive and friendly place to be.
This thing VIBRATES. Imagine sliding the silicone sheath off your existing vibrator and applying that small, vibrating metal part directly to your body. That's what the silver bullet feels like. It's a very intense vibration that is guaranteed to send you into hours of bucking and moaning pleasure. If you find orgasms difficult to reach, this thing could be a godsend.
It was warm, one of the first really warm days of the summer. The heat made the breeze warm and silky against my skin, brushing over me like a lover's hand. It made for a lazy Saturday afternoon, the kind that makes you want to lay naked against crisp cool sheets while the sun filters gently through the blinds.
Every day begins the same; his scent, lightly musky, a little spicy, filling my senses. Watching the short hairs at the nape of his neck start to curl when it's humid outside. We share the elevator together every single morning, and for those ten minutes I can let my fantasies run free.
I ran across this passage in a women's erotica book I purchased recently: “Sacred and magical little organ! Praise be to it, she thought. Temples should be built in its honour, ceremonies inaugurated. There was no other part of the human body fashioned exclusively for enjoyment. Only the vibrant clitoris, instantly responsive to stimulation.”
In my dream, we were alone. It was late at night, and a lone car remained in the parking garage. It was deadly quiet, and our conversation had lulled into silence. I had no idea why you'd grown quiet, but I knew all too well why I had. My imagination was running wild again, and it made me ache and shake a little as I looked at you.
You know that I dream of sliding your cock between my lips. Giving pleasure to my lover is something that transcends arousal, for me - it's everything. There is nothing more erotic, more satisfying, more unbelievable than giving untold pleasure to your partner and watch the pleasure ride them until everything breaks loose and they jump and shudder and moan.