Drunk

Went out tonight with some friends 'just to drink'. One of the guys had this fancy camera with the most enormous enormous phallic lens possible. That led to a discussion as one of the other guys suggested that while the length might be impressive, the width was clearly on the 'ohmigod, ow!' scale. To which I reply, 'girth is good'. To which he replies that its somewhat irrelevant as a tongue is more effective in that respect than a cock anyway.

Which some hours later led to a demonstration, about which I can only say, ooooohhh, sooo good, But he was equally skilled in both areas.

Anticipation and reality

It is always hard, I find, for the reality of a date to match the anticipation.

Got home from work early today at 5pm, date picked me up at 7:30pm, dinner 8pm, sex 11pm, he leaves (work tomorrow) 11:45.

The sex was good, he was passionate, caring, creative. But out of seven hours, six anticipation, less then one participation. And that for what we both understood to be a booty-call.

Blogwebs

Deep thought of the day: blogging is harder than I thought. Its one thing to produce a couple of posts but quite a different matter to keep up with it, or for that matter actually bear to read them afterwards.

Blogging makes you look so fucking self-absorbed.

Which I guess is the point really. If there is a point that is.

Toys : nJoy : Pure Wand

I paid $90 plus shipping at Liberator after reading a review by Nina Akoi.

Like the rest of the Pure range the Wand is made from solid stainless steel and it is heavy.

It comes in a substantial black case. There are no instructions, just this sleek metal object sitting on a pink cushion.

Its very smooth and very sensual and nicely angled so that you can lie flat on your back while using it on yourself. Its so smooth that like Nina says, it just slips in without lubrication.

All that metal mass means that it can be somewhat cold at first but it soon warms up. I usually warm it up using some warm water in the sink first but some reviews suggest going the opposite way and chilling it.

The lack of moving parts and the fact that it needs no lubrication makes it an ideal toy for using in the bath.

Nina has a pretty comprehensive explanation of how it is meant to work. But the short version is this, the vagina is not quite the simple tube it appears in anatomical drawings.

The first inch and a bit of the vagina has muscles that pull it tight around the penis. Gripping the penis tightly means more pleasure for him and more semen to fertilize her (evolution is sexist, get over it). In most women, the g-spot that you have heard so much about is just behind the muscular sheath.

So now the clever design of the Pure wand: Behind the large, 1 1/2" head it tapers gently. Net result, slide it part way inside you and at a certain point its like your vagina grabs hold of it, pulls it in and if you are lucky (like me!) sliding right past your g-spot. Then you pull it out a little and it slides back again.

Using the Wand gives a woman a wonderful feeling of being full and satisfied. But the wand also has a smaller end that is 'equal opportunity'. More on that later.

Bad sex ruined my marriage

If a man plays golf, the chances are that he spends more time and effort thinking about his golf technique than his sex technique.

Think about that for a moment girls.

I wish I had. Dave was the perfect husband in every way. He was charming, handsome, intelligent and good at pretty much everything he did. I married him at 21 and stayed married for five years.

There was only one thing he was no good at: Sex.

In seven years living with him, I only had three orgasms during sex and only one of those was with Dave. We had been married three years. Until then, sex had been strictly missionary style with only cursory foreplay after going to bed.

It was a night in August, without air conditioning. We had thrown off our nightclothes but still couldn't sleep.

I suggested sex, but Dave wasn't interested - too hot. I stroked is cock to see if I could get him interested. Soon he was hard, but he still wasn't interested. I kissed the tip of his cock, now he was interested but still no response. This encouraged me to go further, I began kissing and licking his whole shaft.

I wanted him inside me so I straddled him: Now I was in control. I wanted long and slow.

I came - how can I describe it?

Afterwards I wanted more. But soon we were back to the same old missionary position quickie. Even when I went on top, it just didn't connect.

The marriage went downhill rapidly from there. I became more frustrated, the rows became more frequent. Pretty soon we were arguing about everything.

By the time we started looking for help it was too late.

If I knew then what I know now, we could have saved that marriage. Or ended it earlier.