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  • Convicted Love

    Convicted Love

    Twice in 2012 and once in 2013 I was falsely arrested, questioned, sent court and ended up in Altcourse Prison in Liverpool. The charges were stalking and harassment. So hello, how could I be talking about convicted love?

    Now, I am given a restraining order saying that, I cannot mention the so called victim, her boyfriend or their families or else I could be arrested and sent to prison. This restraining order extends to my family, my friends and any third person acting for or against me. And yet her friend in the Daily Post North Wales got the story published in every tabloid rag in the UK. Sometimes twice or more times. And even on BBC Wales.

    This might sound bit strong and some will say far-fetched, but seeing as the victim has friends in North Wales Police Force, it was not surprising that many I have met said they were victims of North Wales Farce. Ooops. Force. Actually prison was not too bad. The judges, magistrates, police and prison officers and politicians pays for the food, water work, education and health care. In fact each service pays for itself; from tax of cause.

    However, what I really mean by not too bad is, I met several gorgeous young men, aged between 18 and 30, all who seemed found me attractive. I think they need glasses, or was it a put up. An attempt to get me in trouble or to get my hopes up just to have them dashed.

    One chap was with his mates in the showers after football practice. As I walked past, he dropped the soap. So I said “Ooops, don’t drop the soap in the showers, Matty”. At which he smiled ran out of the showers, bent over and stretched his cheeks to show his sweet ass hole. And in front of everyone he said “I’m yours. Fill me.” Basically declaring his feelings. If we hadn’t of been in prison with everyone watching, I might have.

    When I was leaving the prison at the end of my first sentence, an 18 year old cute guy said to me, “If you come back, I’ll get you in bed!” That was a definite sexual threat/promise. Another time, a lad wanted to see what films were on that night but had no TV guided. So I told him could look at mine. As he pushed my wheelchair back to the pad, that’s the name many give their cell, he said “And what else will we do to each other whilst we are there?” He was 19 and hot as hell but again I had to hold back.

    In fact, there has always been a dispute over the right age of consent. Once I was told the age of consent is 16 but then again I told that by a 16 year old. Anyways by law, anyone 18 and above is an adult. And technically, an adult should be with other adults. Not 16 and 17 year olds. Oddly by the same law, anyone in prison aged from 18 to 21 is called a young offender. Which is the term used to describe someone below 18 outside of prison. So are they adults or not?

    So how can I call it love when nothing happened? Well, for many, it was not for lack of trying. Though I could have said yes, to any and all offers. Was a quick fling worth the hassle? I was in prison only for about two months at any one time.

    And yet if I had been able to meet any or all, under different circumstances, it very well could have led to love. Yes, I am still single. And there have been the odd times, when I have given and received the odd suck. Maybe, it seems I am neither fuck-able or worth a fuck. Maybe, I can only get love if it is convicted love?

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  • Reminiscences of an Ex-Dominatrix (Part II)

    Reminiscences of an Ex-Dominatrix (Part II)

    My first customer who ever booked me was very honest with me from the beginning (almost which we will get to in a bit) and I was very happy with that. He explained to me as he was 6 when he was raped by his cross-dressing uncle. Since then it has been branded in his brain and he only somehow gets the full enjoyment of pleasure by going through the scenario again and again (where I came into play). He wanted the women to put on a gigantic strap on in shiny bright color latex suits and while he was tied up, taking as hard as possible from behind without any mercy, stretching or loob. He was married, talked only positive about his wife and children and how much he loves them and he could never have a life without them (even showing me pictures, a very very uncommon thing to do). But the fact that this “demon” as he called it, was stuck inside and he couldn’t handle but to go for a session at least once a month just to get really off and go back to normal life. It was at that moment that I realized what all those men and women who were dominatrixes were telling me all along. This is when I got the gift of really listening. Not only what they are saying, but all the details too.

    After emailing back and forth, we met up a month later in a hotel in Trier. My rule was first 15‒20 minutes of natural time, meaning to discuss the do’s and dont’s again in person (“personal limits”). How this was going to go down step-by-step exactly. I would then get dressed, have my glass of champagne to calm me for I was really really nervous. And then just like that, the show began. I wore a purple cat suit with a huge gigantic black and pink decorated strap-on which I had borrowed from a friend and proceeded to tie him up on the bed in a doggy-style position and did what he had asked for; said the things he exactly wanted to hear. And everything was going so well and smoothly and as I was thinking about this, I looked down and saw a huge bloodstain. I jumped up in total panic— because he was bleeding out of his bottom—ran to the phone and called an ambulance. He was so embarrassed and just kept on saying “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t worry, you won’t be in trouble for anything. I’m sorry.” I couldn’t help but started crying, thinking that I was going to go to jail and ended being deported back (for hurting him). But as the people arrived, I was still in shock, sitting in my outfit with the strap-on on me and as they walked in and noticed me asking, “What happ … Oh! Okay. I see. Let me have a look …” I rushed into the bathroom embarrassed to the max, taking everything off upon hearing what they were saying. Suddenly, my client who was still outside said, “I know why it happened, I have inner hemorrhoids.” I burst out of the bathroom half naked and angry as a lion shouting, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME !?”

    As I left the hotel that night to get on a 2 hour train ride back home, I had plenty of time to think about everything that happened that night: a) i had to kinda evaluate my clients before sessions on the “why, how, what” of sexuality; digging as deep as possible into their sexuality in order to best understand their needs and wants. b) YOU WANT ANAL, GOTTA BRING A NOTE FROM THE DOC …

    And hence throughout that whole year, I met men and women from different walks of life but all with the same need: the need for help with their sexuality. This ultimately led me to me joking with my friends about how my role has evolved to that of a sex therapist. I not only helped these individuals to understand their own needs better, they were also comforted (I know the whole thing is a bit ironic considering the fact that we are talking about BDSM, just bear with me), had a understanding and judgmental free zone to express themselves. They got exactly what they needed from me not in a proper and none “profit mode” manner but in a helping manner. I’m not saying everyone of my clients was raped as a child like my first ever customer back then. However, a lot of them—if you just ask about their sexual history and how everything became clear to them—the stories and way things happen is so unique in every case. Many a time, these individuals simply cannot explain why they like it but the ones who can, oh boy! they sure have a lot to tell and are truly entertaining—no need for popcorn or anything. I cannot list each and every one of them, but if only they knew …

    The only problem I had with this was with my own sexuality after 9 months of doing this for my sexual appetite started to suffer. I didn’t enjoy sex and even lost all interest and lust at one point in time. Hence after a while, I had to make the decision to love my own vagina and my love for lust. However, even after quitting this, something weird happened. I never dropped my analyzing. To this day, I continue to analyze everyone I meet. Why do they act in this way, why do they handle things in that way? It is almost as I have become a hobby psychoanalyzer (funny given that I was never in school for it), but the thing is, i actually enjoy doing it and it has definitely helped me to help others with their stuff be it making right decisions or handling situations; making them stronger to take on their daily battles etc. In a sense, I learned how to help others in a proper way even though it was achieved through whipping and tying people up. However, if you are able to read between the lines and really get a deeper understanding of people, it’s quite remarkable to see how easy it is to help people without having the drama and fights.

    And I honestly don’t think I would have learned this anytime soon if it wasn’t for my crazy roller-coaster life and i will never forget the people who have helped me in understanding this so much better in this world; through the conversations I had with clients and other SW’s in the BDSM industry. Each and every one of them will be forever remembered (yes, even the very first client I have had because without him, everything would have not turned out the way they did).

    And so what do I do these days you ask? Well, I modeled for a long time in Germany (and throughout Europe) and when I became pregnant, I stopped and let life be put on hold for a while. I got married, moved back home to Washington State, and got back into 2 long loved passions: politics & erotica photography.420Photography has became a huge and new factor to the Creativity Closet. I do a lot of smokeography and films. I have also been modelling for Godsgirls since Spring 2014 and am blessed with all the love I receive on social media for my work, be it Instagram,Tumblr or GG. I don’t think I’ll be done working in the world of sex anytime soon (whether its occasional caming, making my erotica photoart, or even short videography clips on Youtube). I feel like I have so much more to say and do. My main mission is to change our views on not only nudity but overall sexuality. We shouldn’t be demonized for what we love for as long as what we love does not hurt others, we should be encouraged to embrace our passion.

    So go out and spread sex positivity and together, lets change the world one step at a time!

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  • Reminiscences of an Ex-Dominatrix (Part I)

    Reminiscences of an Ex-Dominatrix (Part I)

    When I was younger, I had no idea what I wanted to do in life. Sometimes, I would say a family law attorney (because I grew up witnessing the horrible divorce of my parents and I wanted to help; I felt the need to do so). There was a time I would think that I would become a physiotherapist and help people with injuries to get them back on their feet, or I would imagine myself being an anthropologist and going out to explore the world of humanity and its cultures etc, or maybe help countries with political issues … you know what I mean. In case, you have noticed there is a similarity to all these aspirations: the dream to help. Why? To be honest, I have no idea and I simply feel this strong calling through my whole life to help others. But if you would have asked me about my life-long career and told me that my first steps in the adult industry would be in Germany at the age of 18 as a Dominatrix, my response would have been, “What is a Dominatrix?”

    I had a rollercoaster lifestyle until I had my daughter and two years after finally figuring out what I would do or let’s say, what my heart had the most passion for. I did not end up being a full-time dominatrix for the rest of my life, but the brief period of my life in the world of BDSM has not only truly changed my view, but also the way the humans work. I was a dominatrix for about a year when I turned 18. I was living in Germany as a civilian then, attending school there and working on becoming a hairdresser. Sounds all pretty normal right? Except for the fact that I was a full blown punk (sex pistols style), politically active on the Left Wing movement and its many many protests throughout Germany, and had a deep passion for gothic electronic music dance parties while working as a part-time amateur model. Now, because I was active in the gothic scene at parties, this opened a different drawer in the creativity closet for me as many of the guests at such parties would wear tons of latex, PVC etc. It was not just any regular latex stuff you can get in your next door porn shop. No, we are talking about actual high quality dresses and suits (long before Miss Gaga and Katy Perry made it a thing in the pop industry). In addition, there would often be attendees and scenes such as older BDSM couples, women taking on the mistress role, hubby on the leach in short and very tight latex shorts, not to mention the very short shorts …

    A friend of mine whose name I shall not mention but let’s just call her W. W was a model and dominatrix, and boy! she was one of a kind. So when life as usual every now and then takes a drastic turn, I quit my job as a hairdresser (due to major bullying within the company) and lost my apartment (because if there is something more horrible then standing 30 in line at a grocery store it’s dealing with government stuff in Germany like social help etc. That’s a major bitch and will take you forever. And so because of this, I ended up losing my apartment, job and a lot of my friends to move to Trier to stay with her for a while and figure out what I was going to do). Since I was making a bit of money but not enough to survive as a model, I decided that I needed a fresh start with everything. And that’s when W opened a whole new world to me.

    She taught me everything I needed to know and just like that, I into the big world, moved all the way to Kaiserslautern and started anew with absolutely no physical experience. In a city that’s not only huge, but with a soccer stadium, multiple army bases and a lot of international tourism all going on all that town—I saw nothing but profit. And boy was I happy because I turned out to be the only dominatrix (even though prostitution is legal in Germany and trust me, there are more brothels out there then bakeries, and that in Germany trust me, has to say something). At night, I would work at a Table Dancer club and made a ton of money just for being American and being able to speak with all the soldiers who were looking for some fun. During the day, I would either model or offer SM sessions. As the session requests started flowing in like spam mail on MSN, I started to realize very quick how high the demand actually was. And armed with the W’s knowledge, I decided to use the internet and sign up to a very well-known BDSM community website in Germany BDSM community website. I interacted with other dominatrixes on tips and advice (don’t get me wrong; not many were willing to help a young fellow girl who was once in their shoes), but those who did seemed like the nicest people on earth. One thing every dominatrix has told me is that if you are not a lil familiar with psychology, you will have problems on becoming a successful dominatrix. I had no fuc*ing clue what they meant with this. So there I was on a Friday evening with some European spliffs, a few beers and Google (my best friend in the world) and started to dig much deeper into this whole BDSM thing. And the more I dug, the more I found out how much psychology has to do with our everyday life, especially sexually …

    Stay tuned to tomorrow’s post for Mary Jane’s virgin dominatrix experience!

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  • Swingers Lifestyle Revealed: Our Unusual Relationship

    Swingers Lifestyle Revealed: Our Unusual Relationship

    Our relationship is a strange one. When people ask us what we like to do, we often need to take more thought than a “normal” couple would and censor the answer just a bit. We do enjoy things like drinking, dancing, going to movies, etc. But in the whole scheme of things, we are often bored by those normal activities. We found a lifestyle that better suits us. A lifestyle that allows us me meet fun, like-minded people, and to explore limitations within ourselves. We have an open relationship, or as some call us: swingers.

    My wife and I met when I was deployed to Germany for Operation Enduring Freedom. I am 12 years older than she is, and when we met she was only 18. She had only had one sexual experience to that point and it was not a good one. She had written off sex as something that people do, but that she would never enjoy. Once our relationship developed to that point, she realized that there was a lot of fun to be had that she had never tapped into, and I realized that I had awakened a side of her that she had never seen. I decided that I wanted her to be able to explore this new sexual fondness, so then began the conversations about whether to make this fantasy into a reality.

    Our first experience was with a single male. As awkward as it was, it made both of us realize that this is a lifestyle that we can both really enjoy. From that first experience, it has grown into an open relationship in which we both are able to play with couples or singles, alone or together. And even as most people do not understand it, after being in this lifestyle for over 8 years, we are closer than ever with one another. We love the new opportunities and adventures that this has given to us, but even more than that we cherish the new friendships that we have been able to make.

    Probably the most common question that we are asked is “how do you two make such an alternative lifestyle work?”. Our answer is actually the most obvious: honesty. We always tell each other what we are going, and make sure that the other is good with it. We help each other fulfill fantasies, and always share our experiences with one another. Rules have to be in place, always followed, and understanding that different situations can bring about different rules at any time. We have had a few bumps in the road, but overall we have had great experiences and wouldn’t want to live our lives any other way.

    Scott and Rachael

    Rachael is 27 and bi. Scott is 39 and straight. We have been married for a little over 6 years. We are on SLS at ohiocpl23 and Rachael has her Twitter https://twitter.com/sharedwife23

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  • 10 Sexual Fantasies to Try Tonight

    10 Sexual Fantasies to Try Tonight

    1. Sex with a Stranger

    You’re on the packed subway during rush hour and pressed tightly against you is a tall, red-haired stunner. You feel your bodies rocking together in tandem with the motion of the train. Then suddenly, your object of desire starts to move away. Oh no, you’re not getting off at the same stop! However, your beauty looks back at you with bedroom eyes and smiles. Be it the sexy stranger you spotted on the subway, the waiter at the restaurant when you’re out with your spouse, the shy woman who lives in the next apartment, or simply a person you conjure up in your imagination, the common fantasy of sex with a stranger allows you to have the thrill of anonymous sex, without the risks.

    2. Threesome or Group Sex

    There certainly is a lot to imagine if you think about a threesome, also called ménage à trois, or group sex.  Imagine one mouth on your mouth, one mouth on your genitals, and another on your nipple, while six hands caress your body simultaneously. Maybe you’ve done it before, and the sheer excitement of remembering that time really turns you on. Or perhaps you hope to try it someday, and let the thoughts of what you’ll do fuel your fantasy.

    3. Sex with a Celebrity

    Maybe someday you’ll meet Jennifer Lawrence or Matt Bomer in person, and you’ll finally get to have mad, passionate sex with him or her. However, chances are pretty silm and so in the mean time, make do with fantasizing about your favorite celebrities. Sometimes it’s the fantasy of having sex with someone powerful that gets people on during these celeb fantasies. Other times, it’s just the fact that we all share a common pool of sexy celebs, whose images we can easily tap into our fantasies. Whether it’s Angelina Jolie making love to you in a hot tub, or Kim Kardashian fondling you when you’re romping in her bed, it can be great fun to fantasize about celebrities. Unless you do run with the rich and famous, these fantasies will usually never become reality. And that’s a good thing—otherwise, Pamela Anderson would be mighty sore from all the guys she’s had to have sex with in real life.

    4. Sex with a Co-worker or Someone You Have a Crush On

    Each morning when you walk past her desk at work, the smell of her perfume triggers your endless stream of fantasies. You don’t think you should ask her out, because you work together. But it sure is great to have her in your fantasies each night. You’ve know him for almost a year, and even though both of you are “just friends,” and you only remotely attracted to him, it’s still fun to include him in your fantasies when you masturbate. The only problem is that sometimes when you’re together, he catches you looking at him funny or the smirk on your face when you suddenly recall the position that you imagined him in the night before! It is so common to fantasize about the people in our lives. You see them and think about them all the time anyway, so why not add them to your fantasies?

    5. Sex with Someone of the Same Gender

    Your breasts rubbing against hers. Or your penis in your left hand, and his in your right palm. Sounds like a fun fantasy? Whether you are gay, straight, or bi, fantasizing about someone of the same gender is natural and normal. It can be interesting to imagine a type of sex that you may never have, or to fantasize about a sexual alternative that you already enjoy or might be keen on trying. Either way, you can experience novel ideas and new sensations when you fantasize about someone of the same gender.

    6. Force Fantasies and BDSM

    Would you ever want someone you barely know to rip your shirt off, grab you by the hair, throw you down on the floor and have sex with you? Most people have no desire to be forced into sex, or to force someone to have sex in real life; however, force fantasies are extremely common. These are fantasies that should never be acted out. (Unless you have your partner’s complete consent!) However, it’s perfectly fine to imagine force fantasies. If you fantasize about forcing someone to have sex with you, then it could mean that you feel like you have no control in your real life and hence the change of role in your fantasy. Or if you like to fantasize about relinquishing control, then maybe you hold much power in real life and yearn to give it up in your fantasies. Would you ever want your lover to tie your hands behind your back and then put you over his or her knee for a good spanking? People who fantasize about being tied up often crave a “guilt-free” sexual encounter and that they can’t resist the sex, because they are tied up and in a compromised situation. Those who fantasize about being spanked might be into BDSM in real life. Sometimes it makes them feel as if they are bad and need to be punished, and for them, being bad feels so good.

    7. Sex While Someone Is Watching

    You unbutton your shirt slowly and feel a certain thrill, because you know that you are really showing off. You touch your chest, slide your hand down your body, and, as you grow more excited, you begin to masturbate. For some people, being an exhibitionist can be very exciting, at least in their fantasy. You can pretend you are a sexual performer, showing off for the observer and turning the observer on, too. You could fantasize that you are having sex with a stranger and your partner is watching, or that you are having sex with your partner and your neighbor is watching. In reality, you might find it embarrassing to actually have someone watch, but it could work great for a fantasy!

    8. Sex in Public

    Can you imagine that you are having sex from behind, bent over the bar at your favorite club, or having sex while on the dance floor of a crowded nightclub, doing it while rolling around on a crowded beach, or doing it sitting on the highway divider during rush hour? Sex in public is risky in real life. Yet in fantasy, you don’t have to worry about being arrested for indecent exposure. You can go for whatever thoughts turn you on. No one can catch you in public if it’s only in your mind.

    9. Sex in an Exotic Location

    Some have conquer the Grand Canyon simply to give a blowjob to their lover, while others just fantasize about it. You may never be able to go down  give a hand job on the top of the Empire State Building, or do it with a UPS guy in the back of his truck, but those are easy fantasies to conjure up. Your fantasies of sex in exotic locations can take you places you’ve never been. Or they can transport you back to places you’ve already been or plan to visit. If you’ve had sex in your backyard, you can fantasize about gallivanting in the geraniums anytime, without ever having to go outside. If you plan to make love on the beach during your vacation to Cancun, you can fantasize about that even before the plane has taken off. Maybe there’s some place where you’d never have the nerve to have sex, like on a roller coaster. Your imagination can put you there, and you won’t even have to wait in line for the first seat! Wherever your mind takes you, it is safe and fun to put yourself in exotic locations in your fantasies.

    10. Sex with an Ex

    If you’ve had the most exciting sex of your life with your ex, why not let him or her into your fantasies? Some people simply cannot imagine fantasizing about an ex because after their orgasm, they get depressed about the breakup, or grossed out by the fact that the ex was around, even in a fantasy. But for others, sex-with-the-ex-fantasies are easy to call on anytime. It’s sex that you can remember, and you know what it felt like. You are just calling on your past to get off in the present.

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  • When I Squirted for the First Time

    When I Squirted for the First Time

    When I was 11 years old, I read in one of those “What to Expect from Puberty” books that a woman could ejaculate enough to soak through seven towels. Seven.

    That number stuck with me my whole life, and I spent my pubescent years in terror of orgasming and soaking up the bed. Even before my first time, I would sit and play out scenarios of how to prepare for that situation. Would I ask for seven towels to be lain under me before sex? Or eight? That seemed like it would pile me pretty high; would sex be possible in that position?

    Then came the times in high school when I would wake up with my pajama pants and blankets soaked, confused because it just didn’t seem like pee. I was sure it would be me; I would definitely be the woman who ejaculated enough to soak through seven towels, and I would shrivel up and die of embarrassment and dehydration right after.

    Then I actually started having sex. Awkward, quick, adolescent sex that felt kind of weird and left me feeling sore and unsure of whether I had any business of actually doing it. Needless to say, I did not ejaculate enough to soak through seven towels, and my mind was at ease.

    Now all this while, in my teen years, I considered myself something of a sexual revolutionist (as much as one can be when one’s mom still does one’s laundry). I was open about the fact that I masturbated; I owned a vibrator (purchased from Spencer Gifts with money that I made working at Old Navy). I carried around books titled Slut! right along with my history and math books, for everyone in the halls of my high school to see.

    I wanted to be sexually free. I worked at my sexuality, chipping at liberation piece by piece. I sensed that there was something just over the tide, that if I could just let myself be carried over the waves of pleasure that came to me when I was in my bed alone, that something enormous would be waiting for me on the other side.

    But I always stopped myself. I just couldn’t surrender myself to that pleasurable feeling because as much as I wanted it, I was also afraid of what it might do to me.

    Through all of my encounters with sex in my teen years, I never came enough to soak through seven towels, but I was right to assume it would happen to me. When I was 20, I was in my first long-term relationship with a guy who only had three things going for him: great weed, great art (he was unreal with a tablet and a vector program), and great sex.

    Although we already had great sex, we were young and wanted to take more risks. I had just moved out of my mom’s house, and she was letting me use her commuter car while mine was in the shop. One night, the (now) ex and I found ourselves in that car, in my mom’s neighborhood. We had parked in front of someone’s expensive suburban home and began to go at it inside the car—one of my rebellious fantasies. It was a summer night and it was soon way too hot to continue in the car, so we got out. He turned me around so that I was facing the passenger side of the car and got behind me, then he pushed me up against the car door and we started having sex again. Like before, I approached the point of no return, but this time I couldn’t stop myself from riding over that wave’s crest and as I splashed down into the pleasure, something wet began to pour out of me.

    Now, half-delirious with the strength of the orgasm I’d just experienced, I crouched behind the car, mortified that I was peeing on myself in front of him (I thought it was pee at the time and spent the next few years of my life working to convince myself that “female ejaculate” and “pee” were not the same thing). But it was high tide and each wave of pleasure caused a new spasm of liquid to literally squirt out of me, and so I stayed crouched, naked from the waist down, dripping liquid until it was done.

    I expected him to be as disgusted as anyone would be when someone just peed on them in the middle of sex, but instead he was delighted. Although I didn’t understand what squirting was in that situation, he did, and his ego basked in the fact that he had made his girlfriend bust her first nut.

    So I was right, even at 11, to assume that I would be the one who came enough to soak through seven towels. But I was wrong to assume it was a bad thing.

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  • Sex Under the Influence of Jack Daniels Vs. Sex Under the Influence of Mary Jane

    Sex Under the Influence of Jack Daniels Vs. Sex Under the Influence of Mary Jane

    First off, this article was written for the sole purpose of scientific inquiry. We understand that cannabis use has not yet made that leap towards international legalization, and while that’s a shame, we discourage use of illicit substances. Having said that, let’s move forward to the heart and soul of the article. I have my own share of experiences having sex after a night of heavy drinking and a few nights making love under the influence of cannabis. Sex alone, no matter how lousy, is a magical experience. How wonderful can it get if I was to add a substance to enhance the experience?

    Complex Intellectual Functioning

    In my experience of smoking pot and in my experience of drinking alcohol near my level of tolerance, I noticed that higher levels of brain functioning was no longer available. In both experiences, I could not think straight, I wasn’t very rational, and I lost the ability to think ahead. Nonetheless, who needs rational thinking when you’re about to have sex?

    Anxiety

    Personally, I experience a bit of a performance anxiety when having sex with someone for the first time. At the back of my head, I know my performance today might affect my chances with other girls in the future because girls talk a lot, and they talk about everything. Alcohol made sure those nasty thoughts in my head were gone. Likewise, anxious thoughts had no space in my cannabinoid-surging brain. In both experiences, my tendency to be anxious was addressed.

    Extended Plateau Phase

    One magical thing I noticed under the influence of either alcohol or marijuana was the extended plateau phase. I was less excited by visual cues such as a woman’s full breasts, curvy body, toned midsection, and flawless skin among others when tipsy. I was able to last longer and enjoy the experience rather than thinking of disgusting things just to hold it a little longer. The same was true when I smoked weed prior to sex; I was living in the moment. Thinking of nothing else and fully taking in every stimulus presented by each moment led to a fascinating experience. Under the influence of marijuana, paradoxically, I felt like I was letting go and letting the experience come yet I felt like I was in complete control. Being in this state of mind gave me the pleasure of extending the plateau phase for as long as I wanted.

    Motivation

    The motivation behind wanting to have sex under the influence of alcohol was different from my motivation when I smoked pot. After consuming a few beers or a few shots and I was with someone, my desire to take her clothes off and do unspeakable things would usually consume me. With my heightened libido, I could not wait until my woman and I were behind closed doors and closed lights so that I could get the bed rocking and creaking. In retrospect, I was motivated to have sex to satisfy my need for pleasure and release. On the other hand, the motivation to be with someone under the influence of cannabis was to be able to touch and feel a woman’s body. I wasn’t burning with desire; however, my skin wanted to feel the skin of the woman I’m with. I found intense pleasure in pressing my body against my lover’s body. As opposed to using a woman’s body to gratify my sexual desires, my main motivation under the influence of weed was to enjoy and share my body with my lover. There’s a huge difference in terms of experience when I was out to get something versus when I was out to share something.

    Sensual Acuity

    Under the influence of alcohol, I noticed I was less sensitive as if my entire body was covered by a huge condom. I was still able to enjoy a woman’s soft and delicate body, and I could still feel her warm and lubricating lady parts but it was not as intense as compared to when I’m sober. The loss of sensitivity can also be a factor in extending the plateau phase of the encounter. On the contrary, a sexual experience enhanced by marijuana can be strong, passionate, and intense. It’s as if every part of my body was coming to life. I was extra sensitive, but I wasn’t too excited. My attention was not confined to my manhood; I was aware of every sensation from my hair down to my toes. Words fail to completely describe the beautiful experience.

    Partner in Crime

    Having sex sober can also be a mind-blowing experience. However, if my partner was a little tipsy or has elected to take a hit or two, the tryst can drastically change for the better. After sharing a few drinks with my woman, the approach to sex took a different form. Instead of the usual slow and calculated movements along with an incredible amount of gentle foreplay, tipsy sex can be rough, beastly, and desecrating. Both of us couldn’t wait to tear each other’s clothes apart. Once the clothes were on the floor, every action was directed by impulse. Hickies and scratches were unavoidable because of the irresistible urge to follow basic instincts. On the other hand, having sex when my partner and I smoked pot was the epitome of lovemaking. The need to have our bodies close and pressed against each other was insatiable. I couldn’t get enough of kissing her, and she couldn’t get enough kissing me. I wanted to lick and suck every inch of her skin, and she wanted to do the same to me. It may sound like spiritual mumbo-jumbo but once I was inside of her, I experienced the hallucinogenic property of marijuana. It felt like I was making love to every woman and all women in the world at the same time. The encounter was transcendental as I was able to go beyond my body, and her body acted as a conduit to a greater experience. I have no idea if she felt the same. I hope she did.

    Like I said before, sex alone is a magical experience. Add a substance and the experience can go to another level or take a different form. Sex under the influence of alcohol is amazing and the wonderful thing about it is that consumption of alcohol is legal everywhere. I can’t say the same thing about weed because only a few states have allowed its recreational use. If you are lucky enough to be living in this state, what’s stopping you from taking advantage of its effects?

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  • Getaway Sex

    Getaway Sex

    It’s 1 a.m. I lay beside a sleeping man, my boyfriend. He’s sprawled out on his back, deep in slumber.

    I’m horny.

    Now maybe normally, if we were at home, I’d just make myself go to sleep. We’d both have long days to face ahead of us—him, with his work running a hostel and me with mine of teaching English to elementary kids. We’d need our energy, which means we’d need our sleep.

    But this isn’t normally. We’re on day two of a four-day holiday, and that means we can use our energy and how we choose to. Either tomorrow … or tonight.

    So I start to give him head.

    I remember years ago, a boyfriend I had asked me why I never woke him up for sex. The thought had genuinely never occurred to me before, and while I could see where he was coming from, I didn’t see its appeal.

    “I wouldn’t want him waking me up for sex,” I thought. So I just did what I do in those situations and agreed with him while simultaneously shoving that in the “things I’ll never do” mental file.

    But tonight, some nine years later, I pick up that thought and move it to my “good ideas” file. Yes, this is excellent. And I can tell by the way he’s moving under me that he agrees.

    I haven’t had a lot of serious boyfriends in my life and over the years, I’ve become really stingy with how I spend my time. I often make it a priority to share any special moments (like holidays, birthdays, or trips), with friends and not guys I’m seeing so that later, those memories are about times I spent with friends—not about how Johnny X came/didn’t come through.

    So this is the first time in years and years that I’m spending a getaway with a boyfriend. I was apprehensive at first—I know travelling with a significant other can sometimes result in Richter-scale level fights, and I just assumed those fights would find me and him.

    But this trip has been nothing like that. Instead, getting away and getting out of the context of our normal lives has shown me how well we reinforce each other. He’s been like my backbone and mind reader this trip. We travelled to Samcheok, a beach in Korea 3 hours east of Seoul, with 2 other couples, and he and I have never been more in tune. When someone suggests something we’re not into, we only need to look at each other—and then he speaks up.

    These are my friends, so he’s agreed to take the loss and be the disagreeable one so I can keep the group harmony (and I didn’t even have to ask).

    And we spend the entire day with him whispering in my ear “I want to fuck you right now,” which means that the sex on our trip has been some of the best sex we’ve had since we first got together.

    Going on a mini-vacation together showed me that I picked a partner who is well-suited to me and we flow well as a couple. It not only spiced up our sex, but also reinforced our mental and emotional connection. For couples who are considering traveling together or experiencing a little bit of a lag, I definitely recommend a mini-vacation as a way to spice things up/see your relationship more clearly.

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  • Fan Submissions: Leases and Lust

    Fan Submissions: Leases and Lust

    I was looking for an apartment and having no luck, and time was running out. The real estate agents just weren’t showing me what I needed. After going through three brokers, a friend of mine introduced me to a very professional-looking agent who seemed to know her stuff. She wasn’t hard on the eyes, either; she had long hair, an athletic figure, enormous tits, and wore a business suit and glasses. We had a good chat and set up an appointment for some viewings, and she said she’d pick me up in her car.

    I was annoyed on the day of the viewings when she texted me and said she was “so hung over” and needed a few more hours to get ready. I wanted to get this over with in the morning, as I had a busy day. Anyway, there wasn’t much I could do, so I just waited. She showed up with all apologies, and an outfit to match. Her tits were popping out and from her hair to the high heels she looked sexy as hell. I started to feel less pissed off pretty quickly.

    The apartments she showed me were good, and it didn’t take much time. She was also a bit of a flirt and kept asking if I thought the bed would be big enough. As she was driving me back, we approached the intersection to my street and she turned the wrong way.

    “Um, I think you made a wrong turn,” I said.

    She replied, “You have to go back so soon?”

    “Well, I guess I have time for a drink.”

    “I was hoping for more than that,” she said.

    I was a bit confused here, but she gave me a leading look with her eyes. I figured it was best to let her drive and see what happens.

    After a few turns, we ended up at the first apartment we’d looked at, and she coolly motioned me out of the car and to the front door. She opened it with her key and we walked inside.

    I started to say “Didn’t we just —,” but she spun around and put one finger over her lips to say “Shhh”. Before I could react, she grabbed me by the shirt and put her soft tongue in my mouth while pressing her hard body up to mine. I’d had a massive hard-on since the conversation in the car, and she unzipped my pants with one hand and began stroking my cock. I unbuttoned her shirt and began sucking the nipples on those huge tits, while she threw off her glasses and pulled me to the bed. “I want you to lick my pussy,” she said. This was definitely a woman who knew what she wanted.

    It took a few seconds to get her clothes off, and I was playing with her tits when she pushed my head down to her waist and then to her pussy. It was shaved in a landing-strip style and looked very inviting. “Kiss my pussy, baby” she whispered. I didn’t hesitate, but put my head between her legs and began licking her clit and her pink, juicy pussy lips. I could feel her rolling her head from side to side and her hands in my hair, begging my tongue to go deeper. After a few minutes she pulled off the rest of my clothes and we settled into a reverse 69. I really wanted to put my cock between those firm, bulging breasts, but I wanted to wait. Her pussy tasted good and I wanted to see if my cock liked it too.

    She was writhing and moaning, and I didn’t wait for her to say “Fuck me”. I switched around and spread her legs wider. With a smaller girl, I’d have started slow, but with her I just thrust my cock into her dripping pussy and began fucking her hard and fast. She was making a deep moaning sound and I gave her my finger to suck on. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and I was going in deeper and deeper.

    I could tell that she was a girl who liked to be on top, so I slid out and laid down. She gladly accepted the invitation, and sat down on my cock while keeping her feet flat on the bed. I played with her tits as she pounded downwards, taking in my whole shaft. She came at least once, but this was a girl who did not get tired, so I just laid back, enjoyed, and kept it hard.

    The bedroom had two large mirrors on the walls, and I wanted to see myself fucking her from behind, so I switched places with her and turned her around. She arched her back and gave me the tightest, juiciest looking ass I’ve ever seen. I grabbed each ass-cheek and shoved my cock into her pussy again. I soon moved one of my hands up to her hair and pulled it back, while wetting the other finger in her mouth and sticking it in her asshole. “Do it,” she said. “Do it”. So I took my cock out of that tight, smooth pussy and stuck it into an even tighter hole, holding her slim waist as she rocked back and forth to take me all the way inside.

    I finally had to cum, and I hadn’t forgotten those tits. I laid her down and put my cock between her sweating breasts while she licked the head, thrusting back and forth. When she said “Cum on my face,” I couldn’t resist.

    My friend who introduced us called me later that day. “Did she show you anything nice?” he asked.

    “And then some,” I said with a smile.

    “Have you signed anything?”

    “Yes,” I replied. And I knew just where I’d left my signature.

     

    Andrew Slade is a thirty-something expat who divides his time between China and SouthEast Asia and the West. He’s a man’s man who generally knows what he wants, though he doesn’t mind being surprised. When not working, he enjoys a good glass of whisky and the company of a lady of interest.

     

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  • Fan Submissions – Sweet Little Sister

    Fan Submissions – Sweet Little Sister

    I was travelling between a few cities on business, and fortunately one of the stops was where a good friend from university lived.  He invited me to crash at his place for a few days, where he was living with a new girlfriend.  I needed to save some money on hotels, so I gladly said yes.  The girlfriend’s sister was staying with them for summer holidays, so I slept on the sofa.

    We all went out and got drunk on the first night, and as my friend and his girl worked during the day, I was home alone with the sister.  Her name was Sandy, and she was about 19 or 20 and spoke in a soft whisper.  Her hair was long, straight, and black, and she had a slim, tight body.  I’d been given strict orders by Jim and his gf not to try anything with her, especially as they saw us getting along “a little too well” when we went out boozing.  I took Sandy out to lunch on the first day, and we watched DVDs together on the second.  We were flirting a lot and I seriously was trying hard to keep my hands off her, especially with what she wore around the house.

    By the third morning, I couldn’t control myself any longer.  After Jim and his girl left, I was sitting in the living room and Sandy walked in, wearing a tight tank-top that showed her slim waist and little shorts that barely covered her ass.  I wondered what was underneath.  We’d been flirting a lot and it was time to see if she was just being playful.  She sat across from me on the other couch, Indian style with her shoes off, and started the small-talk, but I got up and walked over to her.

    I stroked her knee and her hair.  She smiled and said, “What are you doing?”  I didn’t reply, but went to give her a kiss.  She gently turned her head, so I began kissing her smooth, young neck.  After about a minute she said, “But what if they come back?”  “They won’t,” I said. “Don’t worry.”

    Sandy acted like a nun around her sister, but I could tell that she was dirtier.  Her nipples were getting harder as I sucked them, and I could feel her pussy getting wetter as I rubbed it from outside.  As I’d hoped, she wasn’t wearing any panties.  Just as I was taking off her shorts, I couldn’t resist asking, “Are you a virgin?”  She gave me a smile that told me she wasn’t.  “No,” she said, “I’ve been f**ked before.”  As I slid off her shorts, I saw a young and neatly shaved pussy.  Evidently, she had made sure to be prepared.  I wasted no time but darted my tongue onto her clit, gently fingering her at the same time.  She moaned so loud that I was afraid her sister would hear it, wherever she was.  I was hard as a rock, just hearing her moan and pant as I put two fingers into her tight, juicy pussy.

    I soon felt her body contract, as she screamed and gushed forth her hot pussy juice onto my mouth and fingers.  I was glad that she came, but worried that she might now be too tired, being on the petite side.  Fortunately I was wrong.  As she got her breath back, she sat up with a smile and a determined look in her eye, and in one fell swoop pulled down my underwear.  She took my raging hard-on into her mouth and began sucking on it with passion and gratitude.  I was standing up and she had got down on her knees, cupping my balls with one hand while stroking my shaft with the other.  Part of me wanted to cum, but part of me wanted to be inside that slim and quivering body.

    I gently pushed her head away from my cock and, not saying a word, laid her down on the sofa.  I had to give my cock a few moments to calm down, so I flicked her clit and warmed up her pussy lips.  “Put yourself inside me,” she said pleadingly.  I picked up both her legs, holding them by the ankles, and slid my cock into her inviting pussy.

    I started slow.  Sandy was young, and I wanted her tight cunt to get used to me.  I put a pillow under her ass for a better angle, and began to thrust more strongly.  It was hot in the room – we hadn’t bothered to put on the air-con – and both our bodies were dripping with sweat.

    I’d been standing for a while, and my back needed a break, so I pulled out and laid down, motioning Sandy to get on top.  She gave me a shy smile to say that she wasn’t so good at this, but I didn’t mind giving her a try.  She climbed on top and took a few seconds to put me inside her, and when she did, she let out a gasp of shock-pleasure.  At first, she only went down an inch or two, just feeling my throbbing head, but after a few minutes she started to go down all the way, squeezing her tight pussy around my cock.  I was reaching an amazing climax, but her eyes told me that she wanted to cum again.  Soon enough, she shot her head back and gave a long, loud moan, got off my cock and put her dripping snatch on my face.  She gyrated a few times and put her face up to mine.  “Here, let me taste myself,” she said as she kissed and licked my lips and her pussy juice.

    Now I really had to cum.  She stroked my cock and I stood up, as she went down on her knees again.  Taking me full-on into her mouth, she sucked my cock like mad.  I finally just exploded in her mouth, and she sucked every last drop out of me.

    We f**ked again after breakfast, and again in the late afternoon.  When Jim and his lady got home, they were surprised at how tired Sandy and I looked after a day of “just sitting around”!

    Andrew Slade is a thirty-something expat who divides his time between China and SouthEast Asia and the West. He’s a man’s man who generally knows what he wants, though he doesn’t mind being surprised. When not working, he enjoys a good glass of whisky and the company of a lady of interest.

     

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