20 posts tagged “sex”
Is it any wonder the scuttle-butt surrounding the sexuality of the average British male focusses on their desires for material things other than a good bonk?!
This story just about says it all! Clearly, these guys who prefer a flashy car over a down-and-dirty, grab-those-legs-and-spread-'em, jolly good rollicking fuck either haven't ever had one - a jolly good fuck, that is - or haven't realised that the thing between their legs can do more than pee. Let's be frank. You can drive a car anytime. Really good sex comes along as often as Christmas. Maybe.
Frankly, I blame Top Gear. Too many cars, too few bums & boobs.
No, not just gratuitous pornographic meanderings from yours truly. This is a serious article. Reading through, it's clear that Italian research has proven the existence of the long fabled 'G' or Grafenberg Spot within the female anatomy. That supposedly mythical part of the anterior wall of the vagina which reputedly gives those who have it a rocket ride into sexual orbit.
Actually, I've known of the existence of the G spot for a long time. Almost ten years. You see, Rabble has one. It's easy to find and does present quite prominently if one knows just where to seek it. I won't go into details right now, but would urge all men, and those women who don't know if they have this magic area of nerve endings, to read the article, the comments below it, and indulge in some exploration of their own.
I speak from experience when I say that while most of us would realise that it's not the size of what you have, but what you do with it that counts, you - as in males - only become convinced of the fact once you've had sex with a woman who has this highly erogenous part of her body.
Okay, here we go again. It's been quite a while since I ventured a question regarding the most sacred of subjects. But I feel it's time to venture out once again.
ANAL SEX!
There.....I've written it. A supposedly taboo subject, but something which 99% of human beings - male and female - have experienced at some stage in their adult lives. Being the afficionado of adult non-violent erotica - that's porn for you more base types - that I am, I'm fascinated by the increasing prevalence of anal sex in both the choreographed and amateur forms. Is anal penetration really all that thrilling an experience for both genders?
From what I've read, it seems that having your anal sphincter expanded by an engorged penis is a pleasurable experience, yet from personal experience - rather, judging from Rabble's reaction - it's anything but. I'm led to believe that for many, it's not a spur-of-the-moment happening, but a well prepared for event. Lots of foreplay - as any good sexual experience should have - a pre-event enema, shares in Johnson & Johnson and fluffy towels for afterwards seem to be the order of the day.
So, from your own experiences, I'd be interested to know what the general consensus is on the subject. Is it, or isn't it something to indulge in? If it's a hoot, what makes it so. If it's a 'fuck-off-with-that-thing' type of deal, why is it so?
Who says entrepreneurialism is an American speciality, or that Queenslanders still live in the dark ages?
Check this out, all you non-believers. Let's see.......$875 plus taxi fares to & from Redcliffe......
I'm not one for promoting YouTube, or half the silly nonsense found there, but this quick flick is for a product which the whole world needs from a variety of perspectives.
The concept was devised - appropriately - in South Africa.
There comes a point in the ageing process when the urge for sexual gratification takes second place to other pursuits in life. Like taking in the motor racing, or Tarot Mornings with the girls. Rabble is 48 this year. I'm 49. Middle age? Hmmm.....I guess so. Depends on your definition of what 'middle age' happens to be. Rabble is entering, or in the throes of what is euphemistically termed 'the change'. Menopause. When the female body decides it's had enough of this procreation gig and goes into a gradual shutdown phase. She sweats at a moments notice, gets moody immediately before and during her period, which is running slightly longer these days, and decidedly horny immediately after. The weeks between 'immediately after' and 'decidely horny' being a mix of "Oh, if I have to or yeh, alright"
We've both decided that we're growing old. You know what the indicator is? Having the desire for a damn good, hard fuck, but not the energy or the will to undertake the foreplay. It's not just a male thing either, I'm pleased to relate. Rabble feels the same. Take right now, for instance. She'd love a good solid fucking, which I'm quite capable of delivering, but seriously, I have other things to do. She'd happily forgo the juice-loosening foreplay, the cunt-eating, the touchy-feely stuff, if she could get her hole filled solidly, but quite understands that I just can't be bothered right now.
It works both ways, I'm happy to relate. I'll probably get randy much more often than Rabble will, but if the hole's not there to fill or the will evident to have it filled, why bother persisting and making a pest of one's self? I'll bugger off and watch a bit of porn, jerk off and the feeling goes away. Not as fulfilling as 'sinking the pink' but hey......it' does the job. I think this is what's called, consideration. Consideration for your life-partner. Taking into account another's needs, wants and desires as opposed to allowing ones own to dominate.
It's easy to tell I'm growing old as these feelings hold more and more sway now than they did, say, ten or twenty years ago. In 1986, for example, if I couldn't get a fuck when I wanted it, the hormones would not let me go. The frustration was tremendous . The moods likewise. As I've stated previously, I'm a dyed-in-the-wool believer in the ideal of sex being a lynch-pin of a solid relationship. Another story entirely, but I'm not at all surprised in hindsight that my first marriage failed. I was demanding and inconsiderate, and she was inconsiderate and not at all interested.
Enough said. I think it's enlightening. Age shows me the person I've become and it's nothing different to the people most are, so it seems. Let's face it folks. Sex is NOT the be all and end all. It's a nice diversion from the mundanity of everyday life when there's nothing better to do, but in the interests of furtherment of the species, sex is really a second-run event.
You disagree? Then tell me. What is it you'd rather do than mount a receptive cunt or hump a willing cock? How much energy does it cost you and how satisfied are you when the end comes, as it must? I'm deadly serious in this query. I expect you to be equally serious in your replies.
While performing some rudimentary research for the previous post, I came across this. Pleasure comes in many forms. As far as the human body is concerned, all pleasure comes back to hormones, or if you will, drugs and the effect these substances have on the chemistry of the brain. We males are forever being castigated by the female gender for our sex drives, the relative urgency or our desires and the apparent lack of thought put into the immediate post-sex act togetherness. Read the link, ladies. It might just help you to understand us that little bit better. I'm especially enamoured by this passage:
I would like to recommend to women reading this that they allow their male lovers a nice 3-5 minute pause after sex to enjoy this high. Don't talk. Don't kiss. Don't distract. Simply hold each other and let him enjoy the bliss for a few minutes. After that time, the high will pass and then, if you feel like talking, talk away.
Do you remember your first flight? Where did you go? Why?
Submitted by Laurel.
How could I ever forget. The year was 1975, the destination a tin-pot town in central Queensland called Monto. Calling the place 'tin-pot' might be unfair, but trust me - in 1975 it was truly the arsehole of the earth. I was working for one of the 'Big Four' banks at the time and on relief staff. My stay in Monto was four weeks. That four weeks encompassed the Easter, Anzac Day and Labour Day long weekends of that year. Really thrilling shit when you're stuck in the Earth's bum, no car and fuck all money. Still......when old school friends came to visit on the second last weekend I did get to experience my very first menage a trois. *SIGH* Another time......
The plane was a twin-engined Cessna 401 belonging to a now long defunct regional airline. I'd never flown before in my life and was shit-scared while being highly excited at the same time. I distinctly remember burrowing my finger tips deep into the arm of the seat as this seemingly rubber-band powered aircraft hurtled down a runway at near lightspeed before leaping into the air for what seemed like a five hour session of gut-swooping dips and bumps. In actuality, the flight was probably around just over an hour and I distinctly remember the day as bright, cloudless and fine. However, having never flown before, I was shocked to find that once airborne, it wasn't as smooth as glass up there. Still, the experience is one that has stuck with me and in hindsight, was an enjoyable one, even if a little frightening and cold. Oh yes.....we never went above 10,000' as the plane wasn't pressurised and I remember wondering if my feet were going to thaw out on landing.
I'd do it all again tomorrow. Especially the menage a trois bit.
We've finally done it!! $700 later we've acquired a new mattress. Rabble went out yesterday arvo with the 'herd' under express instructions to check out a new bedding store I'd noticed on the outskirts of the main shopping centre locally. She came back with glowing praise for some of the product and the prices. We both went to see the 'equipment' this morning and I must say, the mattress she'd selected is a very, very comfortable piece of gear. Plus, no movement transfer. By that I mean that one partner can't feel the other as they move on the mattress. I was sitting on the edge and Rabble, in her usual fashion, flopped onto the bed. Apart from realising she'd laid down, I didn't feel the mattress transit the usual wave of motion that our current bed does. Bloody marvellous!
We paid for it on the spot! It's delivered Tuesday, but sadly, we'll have to wait about a week to break it in. The flag is due to go up on Wednesday, so I'd reckon it'll happen Monday. Nup, I don't fuck during the flow. I'm not normally shy of blood, but when it's all over my equipment, my sensibilities tend to shudder.
Still.....in the meantime I'm hoping to rack up some deep and meaning sleeps.
Save it be damned! Sex.....fucking. That's the best way to spend a rainy day. In bed, doona on, clothes off. Only getting out of bed to pee, get something to eat or maybe have a shower to freshen up if you wind up making a mess of yourselves. Then back to bed.
What else could be better?
