G at Can I Help You Sir wrote a post about working out recently which has spurred me to write this one. It’s been in my head for a while but now it’s time to get it out.
I’ve been working out, for a couple of months now, weights every other day, at home.
I’ve never exercised, ever, in more than 40 years. I’ve never had the desire or inclination. Even at school, anything sporty was just boring, I hated netball, hockey, gymnastics etc and cross country running meant a nice walk and a sly smoke. Exercise just wasn’t on the agenda and why would it be?
Several months ago my wife started running, I eventually joined in but never really caught the bug in the same way she did. Running isn’t really for me but while I was running I would think about the weights we had at home. The ones we’d used for a short while over a year ago. The ones I’d never enjoyed using but bizarrely now seemed to be calling out to me while I was running (struggling) round the park at 6am.
My body had woken up and suddenly weight lifting was something I needed to do. Not to get fit although that should have been the obvious reason, after all I’m not getting any younger and I smoked for over 20 years so I would certainly benefit from being fitter but actually that’s just a side effect.
The real reason is simple, I want to be bigger. I want to have muscles. I want to flex my muscles. I want to feel like my shoulders are broad and my legs are solid. I want to be strong. I need to be bigger.
I’ve spent a lot of my life making myself smaller, blending into the background so I don’t get noticed but I’m not doing that anymore. Now I’m claiming my space and pushing against the physical boundaries of my own body. It feels like my body is crying out for this change but I know that it’s fueled by what has and is going on in my head. It’s a physical side effect of improved self awareness.
The idea of being more physically powerful is very appealing, it adds “muscle” to the butch/masculine aura that I try to exude and I’m pretty sure my wife is enjoying my improving body. But this isn’t about anyone except me, I’m doing this just for me, moulding the body I already have into a more acceptable form. A form I can live with and accept, maybe even enjoy and be proud of instead of pretending it doesn’t actually belong to me.
Last week I added in squats, sit ups and press ups on the non weight days (don’t ask how many I can do because I’ve only just started!). This has caused a certain amount of hilarity due to my complete lack of body awareness (if you ignore your body for long enough it’s hard to get back in touch with it) but I’m getting better. And I just love it. I’m fascinated by the changes in my body, I can see definition where once there was loose flesh. I can feel my muscles growing, I’m aware of them as part of me and it feels good. It feels very good.
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Saturday, 29 August 2009
Review - Hey Diddle Diddle
What do you get if you take an old nursery rhyme, add sprinkles of humour, mix in clever little twists and top with naughtiness? Answer – “Hey Diddle Diddle – a naughty delight for lesbians and other grown ups” by Marie Davis (available from Amazon).
Marie sent me a copy of her audio book Hey Diddle Diddle recently. You may have heard of Marie or seen her cartoons, if not you should check out her website waywardpencils. With Hey Diddle Diddle Marie has created an audio cartoon but with heaps of extra zing.
I have to admit I was very curious and not really sure what to expect. Not only had I never listened to an audio book before but I’d also never come across a nursery rhyme turned into a lesbian tale. I’m glad to say once I started to listen I soon realized it’s a great idea which Marie has turned into a great reality.
I don’t want to give too much of the story away but remind yourself of the nursery rhyme and you’ll get a rough outline. After that anything is possible in this story and there are also a few surprises. The interesting and unusual characters include a lactose intolerant cow, a lesbian handywoman, a fiddle playing cat and a love sick spoon. There are also some great minor characters such as the fireflies and the toast pieces.
The story is read beautifully by Marie herself and this charming tale lends itself so well to being heard. The fabulous imagery she has created rolls easily off her tongue and soothes the ears. Marie has very skillfully taken the nursery rhyme and created a witty tale full of absolutely lovely descriptions of the characters and their surroundings. And yes there are some amusing and very entertaining “naughty” bits.
If you have the chance to listen to “Hey Diddle Diddle” you should, I enjoyed it so much I’ve already listened to it twice.
Monday, 24 August 2009
Sugasm #171
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #172? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
“Back at school a stolen glance across the corridor shows me you haven’t forgotten either.”
Review: Babeland’s Under The Bed Restraints
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
How to Properly Finger a Woman
How Much Dick Would A Dick Cock Cock if A Dick Cock Could Suck Cock?
Out With The Old
5 schoolgirls spanked and caned
HNT ~ Dana Lends a Hand. Or Two.
HNT: Strawberry Season - Part 2
Jenny McClain
Kim Kardashian Fucking Sexy Wallpapers
La Petite Mort
Salacious ~HNT
Cock Love
Confessional: Her Husband
Friday Night Plans: Faith
Fuck
A Hot Summer’s Night Dream
Looks So Nasty in Those Khakis
The Package
The Tale of the Hot Blond Sex Machine (real story)
Wet Dream
This Week’s Picks
Kiss Me If You Can
“I love the buildup, the discovery.”
“Back at school a stolen glance across the corridor shows me you haven’t forgotten either.”
On Critics and Criticism
“But is it fair? Is it right?”
Review: Babeland’s Under The Bed Restraints
Editor’s Choice
Building
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Big, Beautiful Women
The Ghost of Sex Toys Future (Part Three of Three)
Play with Gigi and Iris
How to Properly Finger a Woman
BDSM & Fetish
And It Rained
A bedtime story
Caning Galleries
Forgiven
Inspiration, pain, subspace and bliss in the afternoon
The Spanking TOP 5 – Delivery #4
Time for a Shower
Tongue & Cheek–Medical Fetish Photo Story
How Much Dick Would A Dick Cock Cock if A Dick Cock Could Suck Cock?
Out With The Old
Aural Sex Contest
Electrogasm coolness!
Flexi Felix
Jimmyjane Form 6 review
Top Five Tuesday - Judging a Porn By Its Cover
5 schoolgirls spanked and caned
HNT ~ Dana Lends a Hand. Or Two.
HNT: Strawberry Season - Part 2
Jenny McClain
Kim Kardashian Fucking Sexy Wallpapers
La Petite Mort
Salacious ~HNT
Sex Poetry
Late In The Game
Cock Love
Confessional: Her Husband
Friday Night Plans: Faith
Fuck
A Hot Summer’s Night Dream
Looks So Nasty in Those Khakis
The Package
The Tale of the Hot Blond Sex Machine (real story)
Wet Dream
Monday, 10 August 2009
Building
There are times when everything I do is about building. Constructing subtle sensations and enthralling impressions to assemble a teetering form. Delicately balanced and cemented with passionate pain, a tenuous structure and a solid, durable state.
Power induced architecture.
Strip the ground back to its natural naked self, unsown and bare. Remove the debris of clothing to reveal unending, fallow beauty. Verbally sketched plans; digging foundations with leather and earthy rope. Pile driven chains and tormented brick work, tainted fabricated steel.
Deviant design.
Building upward, slapping brick on brick, a dark towering structure, paddled, spanked and flogged into being. Beaten floors and thrashed walls; smacked ceilings covered with robust submission. Shadowy stairwells shackled to corridors flowing with crazed delight. Doors unlocked and gaping, rooms crammed with shivering welcome. Smarting, stinging windows permanently glazed and blissfully bolted. Wild garden, spread wide, open, exposed and brimming with burgeoning lust.
Proud immoral erection.
Every twisted conscious move overloaded with gratuitous pleasure but always building towards the inevitable critical end. Deep inside you rhythmically throbbing and verbally goading, edging closer to the apex. Marking the changes in your body, your breath and the eyes of your soul for the moment. That split second in time when keenly observed you hit the edge. And I can press and thrust and ride your orgasm, quicker and faster and harder and deeper. Crash against it, over it, under it, fighting fiercely through it; pitching us both headlong over the edge.
Demolition.
Power induced architecture.
Strip the ground back to its natural naked self, unsown and bare. Remove the debris of clothing to reveal unending, fallow beauty. Verbally sketched plans; digging foundations with leather and earthy rope. Pile driven chains and tormented brick work, tainted fabricated steel.
Deviant design.
Building upward, slapping brick on brick, a dark towering structure, paddled, spanked and flogged into being. Beaten floors and thrashed walls; smacked ceilings covered with robust submission. Shadowy stairwells shackled to corridors flowing with crazed delight. Doors unlocked and gaping, rooms crammed with shivering welcome. Smarting, stinging windows permanently glazed and blissfully bolted. Wild garden, spread wide, open, exposed and brimming with burgeoning lust.
Proud immoral erection.
Every twisted conscious move overloaded with gratuitous pleasure but always building towards the inevitable critical end. Deep inside you rhythmically throbbing and verbally goading, edging closer to the apex. Marking the changes in your body, your breath and the eyes of your soul for the moment. That split second in time when keenly observed you hit the edge. And I can press and thrust and ride your orgasm, quicker and faster and harder and deeper. Crash against it, over it, under it, fighting fiercely through it; pitching us both headlong over the edge.
Demolition.
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Pleasurists #39
via yimmyayo
Pleasurists is a round-up of the adult product and sex toy reviews that came out in the last seven days from bloggers all around the sex blogosphere. Did you miss Pleasurists #38? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #40? Submit it here before Sunday August 2nd at 11:59pm PDT. Please re-post this list on your own blog if listed.
Want to win some free swag? All you’ve got to do is enter.
- Glass Dildos Galore! Deadline: July 31, 2009 at 11:59 p.m. PDT.
- Tantus Giveaway! Deadline: August 8th at 11:59 pm PDT.
- Steal our Blog and win $100 Deadline: August 28th.
- Hello Kitty Vibe photo contest Deadline: September 1, 2009.
Scarlet Lotus St. Syr
On to the reviews…
Editor’s Pick- JimmyJane Form 6 by Joan Price
What makes a vibrator worth $185? Granted, that’s a lot of money for a vibrator. The Jimmyjane Form 6 Waterproof Rechargeable Vibrating Massager is a luxury item, a sexy gift for the sensual woman in your life (maybe yourself!), and it gives a lot back for that price.
Editor’s Note: As I was informed of in the additional message when this review was submitted: “Joan Price’s blog celebrates sex after 60. Her reviews reflect the perspective of sex-positive seniors and elders.” How could I not highlight a great review and a blog whose subject matter is wonderful albeit somewhat unusual to see?
Vibrators
- Gallant by Beautiful Dreamer
- Boss Lady by Ms M.
- Waterproof Rabbit by Bad Bad Girl
- Fantasy Fire by Laurel
- Ideal & G-Plus by Beautiful Dreamer
- Emotional Bliss Womolia Heat by Sexorcism
- King of Victory by Amorous Rocker
- Icegasm by Domina Doll
- Siena Symphony by Bad Bad Girl
- Icegasm Kit by Adriana
- Womolia by Coy Pink
- FemBlossom by Domina Doll
Dildos
- Tantus Curve by Scarlet Lotus St. Syr
- Mr. Bendy by Marla Singer St. Syr
- Ride On by Beautiful Dreamer
- Mr. Bendy by Holden
- Cherries Jubilee by Sexorcism
- Tantus Delta by Beautiful Dreamer
- Tantus Goliath by Alpine Subdreams
- Fun Factory Marble Magnum by Sleeping Dreamer
- Raspberry Chunk by Beautiful Dreamer
- RubyGlass21 Princess by Sexorcism
Anal Toys
Toys for Cocks
Lube, Massage Oil, Bath Stuff, & etc.
- Babeland Body Massage Cube by Marla Singer St. Syr
- Boy Butter by HotMoviesForHer Sex Toy Crew
- JimmyJane Beyond by HotMoviesForHer Sex Toy Crew
- Classic Erotica Sensual Products by Domina Doll
BDSM/Fetish
- Japanese Drip Candles by Marla Singer St. Syr
- Over-the-Door Cuffs by Athena Bradford
- Tantus Silicone Cock Gag by Alpine Subdreams
- Ruff Doggie Styles Serpent’s Tongue Whip by Sleeping Dreamer
Adult Books
- Down and Dirty Sex Secrets by The Duchess
- The Human Pony by Alpine Subdreams
- Best Lesbian Erotica 2009 by Essin’ Em
Adult Movies/Porn
- Tristan Taormino’s Expert Guide to Anal Pleasure for Men by Champagne and Benzedrine
- At Your Service by The Porn Librarian
- Taboo by FrzKey
- Big Abner by The Porn Librarian
- Belladonna’s Toy Box – Disc 1 by J.D. Bauchery
- Stood Up by FrzKey
- This Aint Star Trek XXX by Domina Doll
- The Opening of Misty Beethoven by Sexorcism
Storage
Sex Furniture
- Liberator Scoop & Wedge by Beautiful Dreamer
- Liberator Escape by Essin’ Em
- Liberator Ramp/Wedge Combo by Bad Bad Girl
Miscellaneous
- Bijoux Indiscrets Regard Indiscret by Beautiful Dreamer
- Commando Harness by Ansley Agnello
- Silky Sheets (Vanilla Fields) by True Pleasures
- Bend Over Beginner Kit by Miss KissThis
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
Rope Begins
About a year ago my wife bought some lovely rope, a long length of silky black bondage rope. It was early in our experimentation with BDSM and while the idea of rope bondage excited me preliminary investigations into techniques also scared me. It is such a beautiful art and I felt daunted by the prospect of beginning to learn even the basics. I loved the idea of creating well crafted and intricate knots but I didn’t want to start learning when everything else to do with BDSM was still so new.
So the rope sat almost unwrapped in the locked chest by the bed, not forgotten but unused. Occasionally I took it out, thought about how good it would be to use it, imagined spending time binding my wife and enhancing her exquisitely beautiful body with rope adornment. Except I knew I would only start to experiment with the rope when I was ready to learn how to use it properly.
Then the other day we were wandering around some second hand shops when I spotted a small kit called “Five knots every boy should know”. A boy scout kind of kit with five instruction cards for the different knots and a piece of rope to practice with. I splashed out (50p) to buy it and it was the trigger I needed to start exploring rope bondage. So far I’ve done some research, learned a few ties and seen lots I want to learn, thanks mainly to Two Knotty Boys. We’ve experimented a little and my very patient wife has been very encouraging while I fumbled around with the lovely silky black rope.
I’ve sat in the car at lunchtime and practiced the knots I’ve learned, book at the ready and one eye open for anyone coming too close. I haven’t quite worked out an explanation for sitting alone tying knots with what some might consider a questionable book by my side. A long shoe lace is usually somewhere about my person ready for the odd moments when I can quickly practice a knot, waiting for the kettle to boil for example. I’ve also discovered that shoe laces tied in certain ways can make very entertaining cat toys!
The little I’ve learned so far has really excited me and I think enhanced our already wonderful sex life. There is something so very sensual about wrapping rope around bare skin, much more so than I imagined, particularly if you’ve just patiently and gleefully stripped that same skin. I’m thrilled at the prospect of learning more about rope bondage, the idea of building up to more intricate and stunning pieces gives me a sense of elation. I suspect a year from now there may be a vast array of rope waiting patiently in that locked chest.
So the rope sat almost unwrapped in the locked chest by the bed, not forgotten but unused. Occasionally I took it out, thought about how good it would be to use it, imagined spending time binding my wife and enhancing her exquisitely beautiful body with rope adornment. Except I knew I would only start to experiment with the rope when I was ready to learn how to use it properly.
Then the other day we were wandering around some second hand shops when I spotted a small kit called “Five knots every boy should know”. A boy scout kind of kit with five instruction cards for the different knots and a piece of rope to practice with. I splashed out (50p) to buy it and it was the trigger I needed to start exploring rope bondage. So far I’ve done some research, learned a few ties and seen lots I want to learn, thanks mainly to Two Knotty Boys. We’ve experimented a little and my very patient wife has been very encouraging while I fumbled around with the lovely silky black rope.
I’ve sat in the car at lunchtime and practiced the knots I’ve learned, book at the ready and one eye open for anyone coming too close. I haven’t quite worked out an explanation for sitting alone tying knots with what some might consider a questionable book by my side. A long shoe lace is usually somewhere about my person ready for the odd moments when I can quickly practice a knot, waiting for the kettle to boil for example. I’ve also discovered that shoe laces tied in certain ways can make very entertaining cat toys!
The little I’ve learned so far has really excited me and I think enhanced our already wonderful sex life. There is something so very sensual about wrapping rope around bare skin, much more so than I imagined, particularly if you’ve just patiently and gleefully stripped that same skin. I’m thrilled at the prospect of learning more about rope bondage, the idea of building up to more intricate and stunning pieces gives me a sense of elation. I suspect a year from now there may be a vast array of rope waiting patiently in that locked chest.
Review - Champion
I was very happy to have the opportunity to review the film Champion sent by Babeland as I’d seen a lot of good reviews of it on the internet. Champion is from Pink and White productions, directed by Shine Louise Houston. Made in 2008 it features Syd Blakovich, Madison Young, Jiz Lee, Dylan Ryan, all very sexy on screen.
The story centres around Jessie Eaton (Syd Blakovich) a fighter who is having problems letting go of Cathy, her ex girlfriend (Jiz Lee). Jessie’s career is on the up when Bobby Malone (Javier) starts to blackmail her into throwing a fight. Her opponent in the fight is Violet Vahn (Dallas) who Jessie finds herself very attracted to.
You might find this hard to believe but I’m a bit of a porn virgin, I have seen porn but watching it is not a regular occurrence maybe because I haven’t really had access to good lesbian porn. So when Champion arrived we made time to settle down and watch it when we wouldn’t be disturbed. I wasn’t disappointed; Champion is packed with hot sex. The characters are believable and their interactions work well which contributes greatly to making the sex scenes so good. The sex scenes are also very well shot, nice camera angles and mood music throughout.
This is certainly a great porn film and I would recommend it. My only criticism is that I would have liked a few more scenes outside the bedroom to add to the sexual tension inside it.
So if you’re looking for raunchy lesbian sex Champion could be for you, get it from Babeland.
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