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9 Best Sites For Free Erotica
We want to send a very BIG THANK YOU to Emma McGowan for including us on her short list of “9 Best Sites for Free Erotica, Because Porn Doesn’t Cut It For Some of Us“!!!!
Lo and I were away for a long weekend (new steamy stories will be posted at a later date) and when we got back we found, to our great surprise, a spike in our daily hits. When looking over the stats, we discovered why – because we were in this article from Bustle.com.
We had not heard of Bustle before, but we sure will be checking it out.
We also want to congratulate the other great blogs listed – some of whom we’ve followed for years. Congrats to:
and
Greta of Filled and Fooled
In addition to these long-time friends, there are three new authors for us to discover as well as one of Lo’s favorite places for masturbatory indulgences:
Lastly, we would greatly appreciate it if you would take the time to vote for us as one of 2015’s Best Sex Blogs over at Kinkly.com Here’s the link to vote in one simple click! They say you only have until October 8.
And if you could nominate us for Rori’s Between My Sheets Top Sex Bloggers for 2015 as well, we’d really appreciate it!
Thanks so much.
Below is a pic of Lo getting off to literotica.com. No, it doesn’t make me jealous to see her jillin’ it to some other person’s words. No, not at all. What gives you that idea?
Banned Book Week 2015
It’s Banned Book Week – as a victim of censorship (on WordPress, PayPal, and other sex-unfriendly places) we invite you to spread. . . the word!
Better Late than Never Boob-Day Repost
If you haven’t seen Hy’s Dissolute Life, then get on it!
In the meantime, enjoy this from last Friday:
Protected: Homecumming
Protected: Edging to the Break of Day
Protected: The Bare Essentials
Protected: Insatiable Appetite
Guest Post – Squirting, Masturbating, Sex
[A big thank you to Laura from The School of Squirt for her short and sweet submission.)
What Did I Just Do? Am I Okay?
I was eighteen years old, full of hormones, and still a virgin. I was all but
desperate to experience my first orgasm, and that weekend, it was going to happen!
I had been dating a guy for a couple of months and had finally decided I
was “ready”. We had planned on hanging out that weekend, and though I hadn’t told
him yet that I was ready, he made it very clear that he was willing as soon as I gave
the word. I hadn’t actually told him I was a virgin though. I just kept telling him I
thought we should know each other really well first. Now that I was ready, I was
terrified that I wasn’t going to be able to handle the “pain” of losing my virginity, and
I didn’t want my guy to realize I hadn’t been honest with him. So I concocted a plan.
I would lose my virginity to a dildo.
I had a plan, now I needed the dildo. I hopped in the car and drove to the nearest
adult store. I thought I was incredibly cool and daring. Once I got there, I walked in
on a mission and grabbed the prettiest vibrating dildo I could find, it was pink with a
pearl finish. I had decided it was probably a good idea to pick out an adult film to go
with my ridiculously clever plan. Once I found a movie, I was ready, I was going to
go home and have my way with myself.
I was so excited when I walked into my apartment that my panties were soaked.
I sat everything down, put batteries in the vibrator, popped the movie in, took off all
of my clothes, sat on the couch, and spread my legs wide. My clit was swollen. I was
As the movie played I turned the vibrator on and went to work. So many feelings
and thoughts were running through my mind, and then it happened. Not only did my
cherry pop that day but out of nowhere the most intense, amazing, and satisfying
orgasm I would ever had came shooting out of my pussy. I had squirted everywhere
as my body shook and clenched. The orgasm itself had lasted a couple of minutes
straight and was nothing like anything I had ever heard of. I was immediately scared.
Once my body finally relaxed and I was capable of standing, I went to the
bathroom to examine myself. I didn’t know what to think. I had never heard of
anything like that before, and I had certainly never seen anything like it. I asked
myself, “What did I do? Am I okay?”. I had to talk to someone, but I didn’t want
anyone to know what I had been doing. I called my boyfriend and asked if he would
come over. I told him it was really important and that I absolutely needed to talk to
him. He was on his way.
Once he arrived I explained everything. I told him about my plan, the dildo, the
porn I was watching, about the liquid that had shot out of me, how good it felt, and
how scared I was. Of course, unlike me, he knew exactly what had happened and
wanted nothing more than to see it for himself.
He said, “you’re going to be fine, it was a squirting orgasm. You should feel
pretty happy, most women can’t do that”. Whew, I was okay. But now I wanted
more! Neither one of us could fight it, we were ready, I was ready.
He grabbed me by the hair, pulled me to the bedroom, threw me down and nearly
tore my clothes off. His dick was rock hard and a lot bigger than the dildo. He
climbed on top of me, shoved his cock in and fucked me. Hard and fast, never
stopping, until finally my pussy was ready to explode. My body clenched so hard I
pushed his dick out and then I erupted all over his stomach. As I lay there shaking he
shoved his dick back in until it was his turn and he exploded all over me.
In the thirteen years that have passed since that day, I have never had an orgasm
that intense, that erotic, that amazing. I lost my virginity to a dildo, learned I could
squirt, and had sex for the first time all in the same day. They often say, “you never
forget your first time”, oh how true that is.
Two Stars Revolving About One Centre
[Dear Lovely Readers, we’ve been saving this post for Valentine’s Day. Let’s make it Valentine’s week. Love to all of you!]
In the past, Lo has made reference to Richard Dreyfuss’ character from Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Roy Neary. She compared her obsession with the newly discovered world of sex to Roy Neary’s obsession with aliens and Devils Tower. Recently, we watched the classic 1977 film together. Neither of us had seen it in at least a decade. Upon watching it again – all these years later – for me the film is less about extraterrestrials and more about love, compatibility, and artistic passion.
After Roy is “touched” by the light (of inspiration?), he becomes fascinated, tantalized, and maniacally preoccupied with his vision. His wife Ronnie, as well as his children and neighbors, cannot understand him or his bizarre behavior and he grows increasingly estranged from those around him. Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Jillian Guiler is also privy to a glimmer of insight and her son is literally captivated by it. Independently of each other through most of the movie, Jillian and Roy try to realize their vision, but find that their attempts are not good enough. They are mysteriously drawn to something they don’t understand, yet are not free to disregard. They move toward the attraction and, unknowingly, toward each other.
These are two people who share a powerful vision and, while in the orbit of that vision, they find each other. Because they share a passion that is greater than either of them individually, they find that they have a bond, an understanding, a connection with each other that they have both been longing for and that they’ve never experienced with anyone else before. To put it simply, they fall in love in the heavenly aura of this alien presence.
The great mystery of the film is: What is this alien presence? But that question goes unanswered because, ultimately, it can only be answered by you. What is the vision that attracts you and which you share with your partner? – The vision that drew you together and that motivates you, moves you, inspires you, and nourishes your abounding love? For some it might be the love they feel for their children and family. For others it may be a shared passion for travel. For other still, it may be their interest in skydiving. I don’t know.
But for Lo and me, that mysterious tertium quid was felt right from the start. I hesitate to say it’s sex or sexuality. I hesitate to say that it’s a shared passion for porn or the possibilities of the body. I hesitate to name it at all because it is so much more than any one thing. It includes a shared intellectual pursuit, artistic appreciation, deep discussion, quiet moments. Or rather, perhaps its presence is felt in all those things, but it is still something beyond any of them. It is an undiscovered country to which we both are citizens and owe allegiance. It unites us in its mystical power and keeps us in its spell. Maybe, what I’m describing is what others simply call “love,” but whatever it is, I know I’ve never felt it with any other person and with Lo it is all I feel and all I know.
* Title taken from the poem of Henry David Thoreau:
We two that planets erst had been
Are now a double star,
And in the heavens may be seen,
Where that we fixed are.
Yet whirled with subtle power along,
Into new space we enter,
And evermore with spheral song
Revolve about one centre.