Best sex bloggers of 2009
Yes, I know 2009 still has a few weeks left, but Between my Sheets has compiled a list of the best sex bloggers:
http://www.betweenmysheets.com/index.php/top-100-sex-bloggers-of-2009
Alas, I am not listed. But I advice you to go check it out, as the list is the creme de la creme of the sex blogging world!
LS ponders…
Is there any place or person that accepts donations of unwanted sex toys?
Moving house has meant I needed to sort through a lot of things, and it came to my attention that some toys in my goodie drawer just don’t get a look-in anymore. And it seems such a waste for them to sit there, unused and unwanted, taking up precious space in my new house.
But changing the subject of donating none-sex toys, is anyone willing to accept donations of the following:
- One copy of Sex 365
- One copy of SuperSex card deck by Tracey Cox
- One copy of Wicked Words 4?
I will return with juicy tales of illicit encounters, and cautious tales, to make you think. I have an idea which ones will be more enticing.
Sex tips
I’ve been incredibly absent of late, but I’ve been ill 
boohoo! This is made worse by the fact I have an immune system similar to that of a jelly baby.
But before I become ill, me and William had quite a fun night, which I would like to share with you all….
This month’s issue of Glamour (the one that has the delicious Beyonce on the front cover) has, like most women’s magazines, sex tips. These sex tips usually claim to improve your sex life one hundred fold, and promise to ensure you’ll never have boring sex again. I usually read these and think ‘yawn’ to them, as I’ve either tried them or they seem too complex to try: I would rather have fun during sex than think ‘are we doing this particular technique correctly?’
Most of the tips in this issue were ones I’ve read before, but there was one that seemed worth trying: under the section ‘How to have an orgasm every time’ was a method recommend by Laura Berman, expert in sex. She said to ‘put one pillow under your hips, and one under your head. Then make sure he stays close to you during sex, moving up and down so your pelvises stay in contact.’
Sounded like what we do pretty much every time we have sex, just to start us off, but this time, there were pillows involved! I’d read about this before, but hadn’t mentioned it to any previous lover for fear of making them think I was unhappy about our sex life.
William, however, seems quite open to trying new things, so I shoved the magazine under his nose for his to read. He seemed quite keen.
Off went our clothes, and he positioned me so I had a pillow under my bum, and one under my head, making sure I was comfy. Then, to business.
I felt a bit lazy, just lying there, him doing all the movements up and down. But then I felt it: the first twinges of an orgasm deep inside. These twinges gave way to waves of pleasure, building up and up. The power in them was immense: they carried on much longer than they would normally, and when I finally came, it was, quite possibly, the most powerful one I’ve had. Ever.
And I was completely relaxed afterwards. I lay there on his bed, naked and uncovered, and I was quite content. He, however, was not, as he’d been concentrating ‘on his performance’, as he put it, so wanted to go again. Same position? Why not.
And it didn’t fail second time round, for either of us. For me, being so relaxed after the first orgasm perhaps influenced how I came so easily, and quickly, second time round. I like this position. Well done, Glamour!
LS recommends…
You try out a new blog.
Some of you may have already come across Silver Archeress’ Sanctum but for those of you who haven’t, go have a look. She’s putting us all to shame by updating every day, often more than once!
So at the risk of sounding like some tv advert, go try out something new today! I especially like the ’swapping clothes’ post.
February
Looking at which positions me and William tried out this month, I have to say…it seems quite boring! I haven’t seen very well (I may write a post about it when I get a final outcome on what it actually is, as it’s something that’s an interest of mine), so that has knocked two weeks here and there last month out of our possible-sex-time. So the theme for this month seems to be variations on the missionary position: who’d have thought you could have variations on it? Well, here’s a few.
The half-pounder: good for him as he can thrust hard, and chances are he will come before you. But the higher the woman’s knees, the more pleasurable it is for her. Although I found, as lithe as I am, I couldn’t hold my knees up high (see picture below) for long!
This is the ‘You’ve Pulled!’ move, as with the woman’s legs wrapped around the man’s hips, she can pull him in closer. It’s a nice move, as it provides more contact of his body onto your clit, but my hips didn’t like this move and had to go back to the following move:
The Easy-Peasy: this is the original missionary position! An old favourite, one could say, as it is usually guaranteed to get you off. Although, I found that after a few mintues, I wanted to go back to something more adventurous:
The Hangover Cure: I don’t know why it’s called that but hey, this is a good move! Not particularly great for intimacy, as you feel like you’re pushig him away with your legs, but it does allow deep thrusting. And it’s a excellent position for anal sex, too.
William pointed out the other night that we haven’t had much ‘variety’ this month, and I have to agree with him. But flicking through my bible that is the book of sex moves, I can think of a few that are definitely adventurous for tonight!
11 days to go – what are your plans?
It’s the time of year that singletons loathe, loved-up couples splash out on their other halves to show them how much they love them/care about them/want to fuck their brains out (delete as appropriate) and secret admirers can admit their affections.
Personally, I think all the hype cooked up is ridiculous. Sure, you can celebrate your love for one another, but you can do that any day (and probably should too). There is too much pressure on men to remember to book that romantic meal for two and get the big bouquet of flowers that all thought of originality goes out the window. There is too much pressure on woman to receive gifts too: I’m sure you’ve all heard of women in the workplace buying themselves flowers, to be delivered, and then act all surprised when they turn up, pretending them to be from some secret admirer. Give it a rest!
I do like celebrating Valentine’s day, I really do. Perhaps it’s being a student, or maybe my thrifty upbringing, but I’d rather have a handmade card and a mixed tape of all the songs that remind my significant other of myself, than a big bouquet of flowers that will eventually die, and can’t be kept. This year I’ve got a do-it-yourself mindset for William: Scarlet has come up with some call cards with sexual favours in them. So when I make him my card (yes, I am artistic) I can put my favourite one in there! I’m thinking the ’slave’ card will be sure to grab his attention, as he does like to be dominant. Ingenious, yet inherently simple.
Hopefully this year’s Valentine’s Day will be better than last year’s, when I was taken out by Barry for a nice romantic meal, only to be criticised not only for my outfit (big no-no) and the way I eat. As a former eating disorder sufferer, this was enough to make me get up and walk out.
Previous years have brought happier Valentine’s Days: I experienced my first multiple orgasm on Valentine’s Day a few years ago. This may be entirely independent from the fact it occured on this day, but maybe it was the feeling of love in the air? Maybe not….
What are your plans for the 14th February this year? Are you going all out to impress the one you love? Maybe bypassing it completely and spending it with the friends that you love? Or are you taking my favoured route (and probably a credit-crunch friendly route) of originality and do-it-yourself?
Position Generator
William found my secret stash of goodies in the box under the bed. Among the sex toys, handcuffs, lube and blindfolds, he found the ‘Sex 365′ book, with a position for every day of the year.
On a tangent here, on the back cover it says: ‘You’ll never have sex the same way twice’. I find this a very bold statement, as surely you will get through the book eventually, perhaps not in a year, but in two or three depending on how often you have sex/use the book. Then you’ll have to start again…..using the same positions.
Back to the curve now: William decided we should try out some of the moves. So I’ve listed some of the moves we’ve been trying the past few weeks, along with whether they are worth you trying out
The Cosmopolitan: Found this quite good for shallow strokes, but not great for intimacy – it feels like you’re pushing him away with your legs.
Oasis: Shave your legs beforehand! Better for deeper strokes than the previous, but again, not great if you like the whole intimacy/closeness deal during sex.
Ai no corrida: I highly recommend this one. Very intimate, it’s an excellent position for letting him kiss and touch. Works best when you both rock in sync.
Hot on your heel: I like this one A LOT. The angle at which he’s penetrating provides a different kind of stimulation to a normal missionary, plus you get to cop an eyefull of his buttocks 
But perhaps should only be tried if you like your feet being kissed.
Sharp shooter: Now, we tried a slight variation on this, where I was bent over (the sofa, actually), but I had one leg in the air, as shown, and he had one foot on the arm of the sofa. Allows for VERY deep strokes. Which is nice, as long as it’s not too deep.
Digital generation: sometimes the names are a bit lame. But this position most definitely is not! I’m pretty sure most people would have tried this though. But I love it, hence the mention. What’s even more brilliant is if he lies down, he can wrap one arm around you to fondle your breast, while the other rubs your clit. Or he can stay in the position in the picture, and can lean down into a kiss.
Girl with a one track mind
My friend J who I have mentioned previously have patched up our friendship of late, and seem to be back to the way things were when she was an independent woman and not under the thumb of her controlling, possessive, jealous ogre of a boyfriend. Ok, so she’s still with him, but nobody’s perfect. Anywho, she gave me the book of the above title the other day. Now being a student with hardly any time to myself I doubted I’d have chance to read it, but I can’t put it down! It’s pretty damn good. I may review it when I’ve read it, even though the majority of the U.K. population have probably read it already!
Onto MEN. Yes, real men, not boys. Well, boys are included in this topic, only to point out how inferior they are to MEN.
Guy is being….well, a guy. After bumping into him purely accidentally at the weekend, he suggested we be friends, start at the beginning and see how it goes. I was dubious to be honest. Friends is fine, I hate making enemies out of something as trivial as a break-up, but what if we discovered AGAIN that we are incompatible? Anywho, he invited me out to lunch earlier this week. It went fine (I turned up late. I recommend this trick to any woman, as the man will look relieved when you turn up to find you haven’t stood him up, even if you are just ‘friends’), and at the end I casually said that we should do lunch again some time, expecting him to just reply with a half-hearted ‘yeah, ok’. Nope, instead he said ‘how about Friday?’ Wow. Unexpected. But not jumping ahead of myself here, just because he said he wanted to see me so soon afterwards means nothing at all in a man’s/boy’s mind.
Progress on the Spaniad front is slow. I have seen him every day this week, and every day i have swooned and gone jelloid and blushed like a schoolgirl I expect.
It’s been a while…I shouldn’t have left you..
Apologises! I have been enjoying Freshers week once more, and of course, the flu that come with it (perhaps not enjoying that so much!) But I have returned to you (on a brand new shiny computer, no less) with an offering that i hope you will all enjoy, and forgive me for being away
I have that little black dress on that you like so much, as it shows of every curve of my body, and you have been looking at me with lust in your eyes all night. When another man came up to talk to me at the bar, you made it very clear I belonged to you: you didn’t hold back, as you twirled me round to face you and placed a deep, lingering kiss on my mouth. I wasn’t interested in the other man, but that streak of jealousy seemed to create a sense of urgency in us both, to re-affirm the fact that we belonged to each other. We made our excuses and left to get a taxi home.
You helped me into the taxi, like a proper gentleman, and followed me to sit down beside me. We decided on my place, as it is nearer. I gave the driver the address and he pulled away suddenly, the jolt causing you to lurch towards me. Your hand brushed across my breast. You went to pull yourself away, but our eyes locked and I felt a hot surge through my body. I reached out to stop you moving and pulled you closer. Our lips met and a soft kiss soon melted into something more passionate.
You suck on my lower lip, bringing the blood to the surface. As you release my lip, it tingles, and I lick it with the tip of my tongue to ease the sensitivity. My lips now glistens, tempting you to lean in once more and taste my mouth, parting my lips with your tongue, to delve into my warm and inviting mouth, to entwine your tongue with mine. Now it is my turn to play with you, and as I finish the kiss I nibble on your bottom lip. You bring your hand up to you mouth to touch where my mouth was just, but there is not a look of shock in your eyes: the look of lust is still there. You give a quick glance at the driver, who seems to have taken an added interest on the road ahead, rather than his rear-view mirror.
You stroke your fingertips over my full lips, red the attention you gave them. I enclose your hand in mine and gently kiss the tip of your fore finger. I take a little more of it into my mouth, sucking on the tip gently. Then you push the entire length of your finger into my mouth. You gasp as you do so, as I look at you through the lengths of my eyelashes, you are transfixed on my mouth, as it works my magic on you: I swirl my tongue around the base of your finger, and move my mouth up to your knuckles, pausing at each one to give another swirl of my tongue.
Your breathing has quickened, as I know you are thinking about how that will feel on your cock when we get home.
‘Tell me that you’re mine’ you ask, as part my lips with your thumb, your mouth inches away from mine, ‘say it’.
‘I’m yours, my love’. I barely finish the sentence and your mouth is pressed against mine, your hand gripping the base of my head, and the other snaking up my leg towards the hemline of my dress.
The finger that I was paying so much attention to earlier find its way to the edge of my lingerie. You push it to one side, and run your finger up the length of my opening, discovering just how wet I am. I shudder at your touch, for it has been so long since anyone has touched me intimately, as I belong only to you.
Your fingertips circle my clit slowly, causing my breathing to quicken.
‘My love, you are teasing me. Please, please, make me come’ I whisper.
‘Not yet, I want to make you so wet that you are dripping’
‘Oh, no, please, make me come!’
You answer my request by plunging two fingers into my pussy, with your thumb remaining on my clit, circling as you push your fingers deeper into my pussy. I try not to scream, burying my head in your shoulder as I buck against your hand. You bite into my neck, leaving your mark on me. I come, with wave after wave of pleasure, gripping your fingers inside of me, dripping down your hand.
You withdraw and bring your fingers up to my mouth.
‘Lick it’ you request. I oblige. I lick every inch of you, and make sure I get over bit of me in the process. Again, my mouth mesmerizes you, and the promise of what is to come.
We arrive at my house, as you help me out of the car. You pay the driver generously, who hardly utters a word and avoids eye contact. I lead you inside, as the evening is only just beginning…
Thinking of me, thinking of you
I’ve been lucky enough to speak to Johnny every day since he left the U.K. even if is only for a short time each time. Time differences mean that as I’m getting up in the morning, it’s the afternoon there. He’s now off exploring in remote regions so I’m not sure when I’ll hear from him again. But I’ll be strong! It’s the little snippets of conversation we have that I replay in my head that keeps me going when I have weak moments.
I would put a link to his blog on here, but then he’d know that I am LS, and maybe he wouldn’t like it :s but take it from me, the latest entry made me cry! He misses me, and has been thinking about me whilst he’s over there. Which is good now all he has to do is to think about me for the next 10 months!
Fantasising about next summer already, but not enough to form a proper story yet. Give it a few more days/weeks
