Primal Rhythm
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Posted:Mar 23, 2005 7:47 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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I find it interesting that sex requires motion by at least one body. Some element of change is inherent in the process. Typically this change has a repetitive quality; a primal rhythm or beat. Tongue lapping at the quivering clit, head bobbing gently as the mouth sucks the swollen cock, breasts bouncing like jello as the erect penis thrusts repeatedly into the warm, moist vagina or anus. Drumming, dancing, the beating of a heart, the panting labor of ecstasy. The hotter the fuck, the more unconscious all this rhythm becomes. Though the participants become lost in seizures of pure pleasure and fantasy, the rhythm is nonetheless there. Pulsating patterns of pressure on the most delicate and sensitive body parts; friction, resistance, leading to waves of muscular contractions that ought to hurt like hell but which ‒ due natural selection’s tricky neural wiring ‒ becomes a joyful madness.
Sex is an echo emanating from the very core of Being. Existence itself is an interplay of static and dynamic elements; the changeless and the forever changing. Sex is a sort of cosmic role-play. A ritual re-enactment of the original intercourse between Yin and Yang, the Goddess and the God, the immovable object and the irresistible force. Each individual performance is different, and yet the same. Sex, in all its crazy varieties, is proof that the universe likes to play with itself. Collectively we are the right hand of God. No wonder He/She loves us. We are the gift that keeps on giving.
copyright Gaylenwoof 2005
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Housewarming Party - Part II
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Posted:Mar 23, 2005 8:31 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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[Continued from previous post]
Stan and Sarah have a big house with several bedrooms and bathrooms. As I said, Linda ran into one of the bathrooms and locked the door. Stan, Sarah, and the other couple were minimally dressed, but Jane and I were still fully dressed (although for Jane, “fully dressed” is somewhat minimal anyway. She had this incredibly sexy, very low-cut medieval top that reviled her wonderfully deep cleavage.
Anyway, in case any of you are concerned about Linda, let me point out that she was not in any serious distress. Jane checked on her. She was joking with us through the bathroom door. She was not seriously traumatized. But she did spend over an hour in the bathroom. When she finally emerged, she explained that her cell phone battery had died, and she would be locking herself back in as soon as it was charged up again. We were actually having a very good time just talking, drinking, and laughing hysterically at various crazy things ‒ more or less like normal people at a normal party. Unfortunately, Stan was just about to show Mary their pet bird. I don’t know much about birds, but it was some sort of brightly-color tropical bird. Anyways, as soon as Linda saw it she screamed “Oh my god! A bird!” and ran back into the bathroom. I don’t know if she was afraid of birds, or if she thought that something too disgustingly kinky to imagine was about to happen, but in any case she would not come back out until we assured her that the creature was safely locked back into its cage. When she came out again, she sat on the arm of the couch, not far from the bathroom door, explaining that she was ready to escape back to safety if necessary.
Eventually I started playing with Mary on the couch. She was beautiful, and before long I slipped her warm, soft breasts out of her bra. She had large brown areole ‒ the sight of which made my dick swell. I also loved the feeling of her big nipples growing huge and hard in my mouth as I sucked on them and tongued her piercings. The others (including Linda, who I heard at one point say “Hey, he’s taking her pants off!” were gathered around a laptop looking at some website with grotesque sound effects and horror music ‒ which made for a very strange ambiance as I was sliding my tongue toward Mary’s beautiful pink clit. A few minutes later her husband pointed out that Mary was having orgasms. I didn’t even know it. “She’s always real quiet,” he said, helpfully. “And she’ll have a ton of them.” Which was certainly true. I eventually learned to recognize when she was having them, and was able to count half a dozen. I have no idea how many she had during the hour or so that I licked her.
At some point everyone else disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Mary and I alone and naked on couch. I remember hearing Linda walk by, saying “Can you guys let me know if my phone rings? I’m expecting a call.” Eventually Mary’s husband joined us again, and she sucked his cock while I continued to lick her clit. I believe she was genuinely insatiable, which I find is not uncommon for female swingers, and probably explains a lot about why they are swingers in the first place.
After Mary and her husband when home, I joined Stan, Sarah, and Jane on the bed. Stan and Sarah had discovered that Jane was a squirter, and were having great fun with that. She had already squirted twice. Sarah had taken a mouth full and said it was sweat. Stan was licking and fingering Jane’s shaved pussy hoping to sample a mouthful for himself. Meanwhile Linda sat in a corner of the room offering running commentary and pretending to be a porn director, occasionally arguing with Jane about random stuff. I sucked on Sarah’s large, swollen clit for a long time. I brought her close to orgasm several times, but couldn’t make her cum. Jane licked her too, but eventually Stan had to finish her off. Sarah sucked on my dick for a while but by this time it was almost 4am and I was too tired to cum, so I just snuggled with Jane. The four of us lay naked on the bed. Linda ‒ true to her word ‒ had kept her clothes on the whole time, but seemed to enjoy herself. At one point she said “Hey, this is great! Live porn for free!”
To keep this entry as short as possible, I’ve left out a lot of the details, but this should give a pretty good feel for how the evening went. My writing style was a bit more like documentary than porn, but if I were to fudge on a few of the facts (like having Linda finally get naked and play with Mary and Sarah!), I think this could be a great little porn story.
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Housewarming Party
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Posted:Mar 22, 2005 6:38 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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This week my blog postings will focus mostly on stuff I’ve done over the past few months. You know how certain TV shows (e.g., Star Trek) sometimes have multi-part episodes? And if you tune in to an episode in the middle of the series they start by showing brief clips from previous episodes? Well, my blogs this week will be sorta like this.
Previously on Slut Trek...hmmm…there’s an idea for a TV series. By the way, I use the term ‘slut’ as a title of honor, and I apply it equally to men and women. The negative connotations of the traditional term stem from the oppression of women, and from the oppression of erotic life generally, so I am joining those who want to re-define these useless old derogatory terms for the benefit of more erotically liberal world-views. So I am a slut, and proud of it.
Recently we went to a housewarming party hosted by some members of our group. Carme (my wife) had a boyfriend staying with us for the weekend and they had plans to be busy, so Carme would not be going to the party. Also, her girlfriend Tina (keep I mind I will be making up fake names for everyone), was bringing a date to our house for the evening (our house often serves as a place for erotic rendezvous for friends who need a place to play). Bottom line: If I didn’t have a date, I would have to go to the housewarming party as a single male, which is something I prefer not to do if I can avoid it. Luckily I have numerous ways to avoid this fate.
On this particular evening my friend Jane was looking for something to do so we went to the party together. Now I should mention that Jane is a flaming bisexual. Parties really tend to light up when Jane appears on the scene. When I told Jane about the party, she asked if she could bring along a girlfriend who was not a swinger, but was curious about swinging. I checked with the hosts and they said yes. I had planned to get to the party by nine, but the gals didn’t pick me up until after 10:30. (I was going to be the designated driver.)
By the way, the hosts (Stan and Sarah) had asked me to bring some games or something for ice breakers. This was their first house party and they were counting on my supposed expertise to get everyone naked and having fun. Well, as it turns out, no ice breakers or expertise was needed. When we rang the doorbell, Sarah came to the door totally naked.
But wait, I forgot to mention: Just as we were pulling into Stan and Sarah’s driveway, I discovered that Jane’s friend, Linda, did not really understand what sort of house party this was. Jane insisted “I TOLD you it was a swinger’s party.” Linda said “No, you just said it was a housewarming party!” So suddenly Linda is panicking. “I’m NOT doing anything,” she insists, “and I’m not getting naked.” We assured her not to worry; she would have to do anything she didn’t want to do. Now, I know you’re not going to believe this cuz it sounds so fake ‒ like a cheap porn script ‒ but I need to mention that Linda was a cute, long-haired blonde who was just barely 21 and was rather naïve about life in general, even though as an active bisexual she had experienced more erotic diversity than most women her age. She had an interesting (tho not uncommon) view of “cheating.” She was monogamous with her boyfriend (who was a somewhat jealous type), but she didn’t consider eating pussy to be cheating cuz there’s no penetration. “What about sucking cock?” I asked, out of curiosity. “No, that would be cheating.” Still trying to be helpful I said: “Oh, and by the way, if you wanted to, you two could just play with each other.” (Non-swap, same-room sex is common at many parties). Linda didn’t think this was very helpful. “I’m NOT getting naked,” she repeated, like a comforting mantra.
Ok, so Sarah greets us naked at the door and Linda rolls her eyes with an “Oh shit, what have you guys gotten me into” sort of expression. Sarah apologizes for being naked, saying, “Sorry, I guess we got tired of waiting.” Sarah leads us to a bedroom where Stan and another couple were piled naked on a bed. I didn’t quite catch the conversation, but everyone was laughing. (I had not met this other couple before, but later found out the woman’s name was Mary.) Anyway, from what I could tell, Mary’s pussy had made some farting noises, and everyone was cracking up. And, on the subject of Mary’s pussy, I was happy to see a nice triangle of pubic hair. Now I’m not complaining, but most women in the swinging lifestyle shave their pussies. This is ok, of course, but I really appreciate variety, so I find the occasional hairy pussy to be a major turn-on.
Everyone was happy to see us, and welcomed us into the bedroom, etc., but the overall effect of our arrival was to interrupt the flow of the party. They said it was no problem because they needed a break anyway, so they all started getting dressed.
Linda asked where the bathroom was, then clutching her cell phone like a holy cross of protection, ran immediately ran inside and locked the door.
[To be continued…]
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Portal to Erotic Realms
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Posted:Mar 21, 2005 6:10 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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This is Gaylen and this will be mostly my blog, although Carme might add an entry if she feels the urge. Our lives are a complex web of diverse eroticism, philosophy, spirituality, and adventure-seeking, tempered for the moment by unfortunate economic hardships (Translation: We�re over-educated, underpaid, and horny as hell.) Quick note: some of you may have witnessed my moment of insanity when I posted this introductory blog to the Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating Magazine rather than here the blog section, cuz after I typed all this, I couldn�t find the fricken page to post blogs! As my wife knows all too well, I�m silly sometimes.)
This period of my life is dominated by four major elements: 1) School 2) Work 3) Sex/Social life 4) Home construction. Obviously in this Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating blog I will focus on the sex/social life cuz I know ya�ll wanna whack off to some juicy details. But just to provide a bit of context, I will devote a few very brief sentences to the other elements.
School: I am a graduate student in philosophy, with a special interest in philosophy of mind, which means I also study a lot of psychology, neuroscience, artificial intelligence research, quantum physics, cellular automata, and generally anything related to cognitive science. I�m also deeply interested in philosophy of sex and spirituality, so you may see a bit of those influences in my blogging.
Work: sucks.
Home construction: Mostly fun, but too time-consuming and expensive. We are doing it all ourselves, although one of our sexy friends has assigned a catch-phrase: The House that Eroticism Built! This will make more sense to ya�ll once I explain why I put sex/social life together in the same category.
And now the moment you�ve all been waiting for: If you�ve seen our profile, you know that Carme and I are not monogamous. We are swingers, and we are open to polyamory (i.e., not afraid of falling in love with our playmates, if the chemistry happens to work out that way). Carme is practically a nymphomaniac, and we are open to swinging separately, so if you know anything about sexy women on the internet, you can easily understand how she gets about 20 times more sex than I do.
But as readers of this blog, probably the most important thing you need to know is that we are owners of a very large, active, and popular adult group in NE Ohio. I won�t tell you the name of the group cuz Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating might count that as spam or something, but let�s just say that Carme and I are well-known by over a thousand sexually adventurous people in Ohio, and another thousand or so scattered around the world. I�ve had essays and stories on the internet for over five years, and seem to have a lot of readers there. My writings on sex and sexuality have been translated into other languages, used in classrooms, and who knows what else. I get lots of mail from couples seeking advice on how to move beyond monogamy, not to mention people asking how to introduce the idea of non-monogamy to their unsuspecting spouse. I SHOULD be making more money as a writer, but whenever it comes to doing what I need to do to turn myself into a money-making machine, I completely fall apart - I am a total idiot - I am the poster for procrastination, sloth, and gross incompetence. When it comes to making money or advancing in a career (yeah, as if I even have a career to advance) I do EVERYTHING wrong. Hence I wallow as a flunky in a mundane office job and can barely pay our bills. From where I am, I would aspire toward greatness just advancing to the rank of peon.
But when it come to erotic living, I�m on the cutting edge. You might say I�m the Santa Clause of Sex. Ok, I�m not fat, I seldom wear red, and I have no reindeer, so I�m probably stretching that metaphor a bit, but I do, so to speak, keep track of who�s naughty and nice. Of course in my world it�s the naughty ones who get the most treats!
Those of you who know me can rest assured that I always respect confidentiality. I won�t give real names, and I will be twisting facts just enough to protect the privacy of all concerned. But my goal is to bare my soul a bit, and along the way shed some light on what it is like to be me.
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