Not long ago, I made a decision to finally invest into this site, and into my own writing, and bought a domain for my blog. I made the decision after mulling it over the last few days. I thought to myself, I don’t exactly have a large following, nor do I post as often as many other bloggers do. I’ve looked at a few other blogs, from writers who have been doing this much longer than I have, and tried to see what’s working for them. Things I may not be doing myself.
I received a request some time ago for a story involving a Daddy Dom, and his little. At first, I didn’t think it would be too hard to do, as I’ve seen Daddy dom/little relationships in the past. As I began doing some research into this particular BDSM lifestyle, I found that this lifestyle is actually far more complex than I initially though. In my prior experiences, I had only ever seen the sex side of the relationship. At the time, I assumed that’s all there was: two consenting adults enjoying sex with each other, and each roleplaying their part as the sweet, innocent girl, and the protective, dominant male. In reality, there is far more to it than that.
Sunset had already passed over the horizon as an older-looking Mazda pulls up in front of a cheap apartment building. As it sputtered to a stop, the driver set the parking brake, and exits, with high-heeled shoes hanging from her feminine fingers. The brunette woman closes the door behind her, and unfastens the two buttons of her medium blue blazer. She hated wearing it, but it was practically required to be worn at a job she recently just started. Hiding just underneath of it was her white blouse, and a knee-high skirt which matched the blazer in color. She walked barefoot to her apartment, careful not to step on any rocks along the way.
Recently, I’ve been reading several posts from other bloggers, friends on Facebook, and on several other websites, about the topic of bisexuality. In almost all of these cases, there seems to be a huge conundrum over whether or not these men and women feel like they always have to validate themselves to the people around them. Saddest of all, is the struggle to feel accepted, both with friends and family, and within their own group. It breaks my heart to see so many people have to deal with those who say bisexuality doesn’t exist, leading them to question their own identity.
What is it about watching someone masturbate that appeals to us so much? It is, by far, my biggest turn on to watch a woman masturbate before my eyes. More than big breasts, more than redheads, more than any other kink or fetish, nothing makes me more aroused than watching as a woman touches, teases, and pleases herself into a writhing orgasm that is decadent to the eyes. But why is watching masturbation even more erotic than sex? Why is it so much more exciting to watch people find pleasure on their own, than as a couple?
Everyone, from those who raise us at early boyhood, to the women we pursue, all play a part in our behaviors, and yes, our egos. Of course, we’re becoming much more aware of the cultural stigma of boys being taught to always ‘man up’ and not to show emotion, but it’s more than just our upbringing, it’s those around us during adulthood who play a role as well. If you think back, there has probably been several instances where you, or someone you know, has made some dramatic exclamation about the opposite sex. Whether it be a guy who rolls his eyes, muttering, “Women, huh?” or a lady groaning in frustration, shouting, “Ugh, MEN!!!” What this does is further build up the stigma of every person of the opposite sex only ever behaving in a particular fashion. “He can’t help it, he’s a guy” or, “What more can you expect from a man?” they all play a role in creating this image of what a man is supposed to be like.
Hello, sexy people. It’s been a while since I wrote anything new, and I do apologize for that. It hasn’t been easy lately, with the dreary weather, my landlord only just now getting around to renovating my floors, and work being especially hard lately. Depending on what you believe, you could also blame planets going…
As I was going through my feed, I come across something posted by a friend of mine. A new service called “Sexy Liberation” has come into the light to provide a path into the sexual revolution. At first, I was skeptical, of course. But I went ahead and checked out their selection, as well as how and why they can provide a service that gives the public access to sex toys for free. That’s right, I said ‘free’. As in, you pay nothing for these quality sex toys.
As I was doing some research for an upcoming story involving cuckoldry, I realized there was much more to this fetish than first meets the eye. As a writer of erotica, I like to understand why people take part in certain fetishes, and what appeals to them to commit to it. In turn, I like to share what I find with you, so readers can understand more about what arouses them, and writers can use the knowledge for their own work as well. It’s simple enough to proclaim that some people are just weak-willed, or easily manipulated because they’ll never do any better. But there’s much more to it than meets the eye. Cuckoldry is actually far more psychological than it is sociological, and is not at all limited to less than average-looking men. Nor is it limited to just men.
Now here’s a subject I’ve been getting excited about for a while. The topic of lingerie has been hotly debated for years and years, from both men and women alike, regarding whether or not paying hundreds of dollars for something that will come off within thirty seconds is really worth it. Much of the time, the argument is broken down into topics of comfort, durability(does it tear easily?), accessibility, and of course, the cost. All of these things are good things to consider when getting lingerie for yourself, or for your lover. But, is that all there really is to it?