Sex by surprise

Secretary of State Hilary Clinton, a woman twice betrayed, once (at least) by her husband and again by some as-yet-undiscovered leaker in State, is going to have some pertinent comments to make about rape and surprise leaks and failures of protective barriers. I look forward to hearing them, confidential or not!

Aye, Calypso!

Calypso captured me with her dazzling smile and won me with her fine trim body. Excellent choice for the preview pic – and all those shots with her legs tucked up are my favourites in this set. Actually liked what the stills did for Calypso more than the video this time. Didn’t get too far with the French lessons in the video but I did find her Mauritius French accent a delight. I’m not always a fan of glasses but I think these definitely suit her.

Sex and other drugs

“My character in this movie obviously has a lot of sex, so I had to practise a lot,” male lead Jake Gyllenhaal said. “That was very important.”

Rude Gulliver

That which gave me most uneasiness among these maids … was, to see them use me without any manner of ceremony, like a creature who had no sort of consequence: for they would strip themselves to the skin, and put on their smocks in my presence, while I was placed on their toilet, directly before their naked bodies, which I am sure to me was very far from being a tempting sight, or from giving me any other emotions than those of horror and disgust.

Laying it on the line: Chatsex

Grl: *kissing down your shoulder, down to your nipple, down, down, down*

Guy: *nibbling Grl’s nipples, circling them with tongue strokes*

Grl: oh god

Guy: Funny, I was thinking the same thing… Don’t you love the way that in chat, there’s no awkwardness as hands, mouths, tongues, bodies writhe and move into impossible positions?

Sex in the Bay

God, but I love old bookstores! Shakespeare and Co in Paris, The Strand in New York City, Alice’s Bookshop in Carlton, and Larry McMurtry’s awe-dropping Booked Up in Archer City, where two girls and a cat run four huge stores spread over three blocks. But you don’t have to travel the world to find good bookstores. City Lights is proof of that. And Book Bay at Fort Mason underscores the fact.

Wide open

A smiling, happy woman, proud of her body, glad to show it off. Is there anything more sexy than this?

Usually there is. The model begins to caress herself, stroke here and there, becoming more and more focused, moving inexorably downwards, sliding a finger in, rubbing herself with increasing urgency… Sometimes toys are involved. But always the eyes close in bliss and the back arches and the hands slow from their frenzy.

Two women

My two women are both beautiful, intelligent, funny and loving. I love them both deeply, and somehow they love me back. I sometimes think I’m the luckiest man in the world.

“Read My Hips” by Eve Marx

The book started out well enough, giving me reasons to flirt, but as I kept reading, I kept cringing, thinking, please, don’t let people really believe that acting like this will attract a boy/girl. I don’t like this book. While I agree with some of what it’s saying, it comes across as being really condescending. I know it says at the beginning that you can flirt for a number of reasons – not just to attract a guy, but while reading it, it seems to place an extraordinary amount of emphasis on attracting guys.

“Diary of a Sex Fiend” by Abby Lee

Unmistakably Abby Lee. There is no getting away from the constant rumble of sex thoughts through her mind and out into her blog. She glances at a guy and she’s imagining him stripped, erect, inches from her face. Or her pussy. And then she’s feeling him inside, and we’re along for the ride, while her fingers are busy down below.

This woman masturbates at the drop of a hat. She’s always ducking into the bathroom for a quick rub. Or working at herself under the table. Or on a train or a plane.

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