Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Wednesday October 08, 2003  

How often do you think of vibrations? I don't mean vibrators. Get your head out of the pussy. Just for a minute, take a breathing break.

Music, speech, sound in general, it's all vibrations. You can feel vibrations with your ears. You can feel vibrations with your fingertips and all over your bare skin. No wonder vibrations make sex so much more sensual.

Think about all the vibrations going on during sex. Not the main ones during the act itself even. Breathing gets harsher sounding, faster and shorter. Breath fans your sweaty skin, moving all the little teeny hairs all over your body. If you speak you cause ripples of sound which start in your own body and caress the body of your lover. When you physically touch your lover you create waves. You know how you can feel someone's touch even before there is real skin on skin contact. Then, the real touch which sends tremors over your skin and deeply through your body.

Have you ever made love to music? I haven't. Unless you count a radio in the background. I wasn't even aware of it at the time. But, on some level you are, of course. I'd like to try sex with a cassette of our choosing on, rather than the random music of the radio.

Would it feel greatly different to have sex to classical music over big band? Would you get a bigger charge out of sex if you listened to hard rock or something more mellow like country music? Then there's that whole new age, natural sounds stuff. Would you feel like you were making love in the middle of a forest if you hear birds chirping and babbling brooks? It would be interesting. Very sexy, I think.

How would it be to make love in the shower while listening to a tape of the ocean?

Would you make love in the car with a car crash/ demolition tape playing?

I think vibrations are a key element in sex. They can set the mood, change the tempo and in the end, an orgasm is just one intense pulsing vibration.

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Sunday September 28, 2003  

Would you spy on your lover, husband or significant other? How in depth would you want to get? Watch them picking their nose in the parking lot? Read all their email? Put a tracking device on their car and map everywhere they go? Video tape them when they think they are alone?

It sounds crazy to me. Yet, there are a lot of spams coming through my email advertising spy services and gadgets. Someone must be buying these things. Not me. I think it's just a bit too crazy.

If you have to cling that much it will never work out. People need some time to be private, some secrets and some mystery. Not everyone is a cheater but if you insist on labelling them eventually your wish will come true in one way or another.

Turn it around. What if you were the one being spied on? How would you feel? Some of you might feel turned on, protected, or like you're putting on a show. Others might feel really put out.

Do you really want to share everything, every thought, every action and every idea? Not me. I want some mystery, something to explore and discover and now and then I'd like to be surprised with something new (hopefully good).

I don't want a cheating partner. I also don't want a lap dog. You have to find a balance. You have to learn to give space and take space in return.

Now... I spy with my little eye... something that is... You!

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Wednesday September 17, 2003  

His hands were like manacles, grabbing at her, pulling her back towards his muscular manly chest. In her ear he whispered, "Isn't this the start of a cheesy romance?"

Yes, it could be. But, I've saved you! Don't you feel pleased if not pleasured?

Why did I even write the above, is there any point to it? Not especially. I was just thinking of men's bodies and the parts I like best. The different things men can do with those parts and how I'd like them to do them.

Back to reality, out of the cheesy romance mode. Sigh What a waste of a perfectly good cheesy romance type fantasy.

Are you really still here? Maybe you're just curious to know what men's body parts I was thinking of?

Hands, chests, arms (lower and upper) mainly. I've recently realized I prefer chests that aren't too hairy. I always thought I had no preference and then some guy came into the store without a shirt and I got all turned on by his nice smooth chest. I took a mental picture to play around with later. No, later, not right now.

I love a deep, manly voice. I'm sure I've typed that in here at least once before. (It's almost like ordering from a catalogue). Dark hair, maybe blonde if it's not that silly fake looking blonde. Well, OK, I guess I'd even give a redhead a second glance or three. So, hair colour doesn't seem all that important. Of course, it's nice if he has some hair but I can get over that if I like the rest of him.

If I wasn't so tired tonight I'd probably be getting more into this and back to the cheesy romance.

Well, I can always get back to that. I just have to post something here and go to bed. All by myself, just me and my magical little clit button.

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday September 05, 2003  

What if I told you...

I'm wearing a lace and silk nightie, standing at the open window looking out into the night.

I'm leaning back in my chair, pulling off my panties, putting them on my bed, on top of my folded up nightie.

I'm sitting here naked, teasing my nipples while I read someone's erotica.

I'm planning to go pantie and braless tomorrow at work.

I'm thinking of how I will take my underwear off at work, in the car, tomorrow.

I'm thinking of a thick, long, bumpy vibrator I saw in the adult store.

I'm writing an erotic story and it's making me...

I'm biting my lip while I give myself a really long, drawn out, delicious, shuddering orgasm.

I'm licking my fingers, one by one, sucking on the tips.

I'm tasting my own wet pussy.

I'm wearing nothing but a saucy little smile.

I'm thinking about something really naughty I read in Cosmo magazine.

I'm doing something really naughty I read about in a sex blog, tonight.

I'm typing with one hand...

It's not easy typing with one hand. Guess I'll just go to bed.

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday August 16, 2003  

Women as drapery. I'm sure you've seen them, women draped along the car in the flashy magazine ad. Women draped over some guy drinking from the right beer bottle. Women draped over or under or alongside something or other being promoted as sexy, desirable and necessary for any guy wanting to be a chick magnet.

At this point I'm not even sure why I started writing about this. I know I had a good idea in here somewhere.

Do women look sexy as drapery? Is it our roundness, our curviness that sells us? I don't see women drapery as selling the product in the ad, I see it as selling women. Making women sexy, making them sellable, making them kind of cheap, easy and glamourous.

They look so lazy in those glossy pictures. As if they have nothing to do but mold their bodies to their environment. Are they waiting for something or is this just how they choose to spend their days? Are they bored? Do they care?

Are they necessary? I don't think so. But, they catch the eye. Whether you are male or female you do check out that babe in the ad. Not for the same reasons. I tend to look at their clothes, how red their lipstick is and how sensual their hair seems. Men, likely think along different lines.

I have no real point. Just something pointless I thought of tonight. Kind of like draped women, no point, just a gimmick to make you look.