I Finally Got to Meet Felicia!
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Posted:May 3, 2005 6:06 am
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I finally got to meet Felicia! [last name deleted] And what a sweetheart she is! Ok, so now I have a total crush on her  Felicia is a well-known porn star and member of my group. She was born in Ohio and comes back here several times a year, but she is usually down in the southern part of the state. I've wanted to meet her, so when she suddenly announced that she was going to be a featured guest at the Karnival I made sure to go see her. Karnival is a science fiction & horror convention. In addition to porn, Felicia has also appeared in some horror movies, which is why she was invited to the Karnival.
Here's the story:
I arrived at the Karnival around 8pm. The event was supposed to go until 2am, but they were already winding down, so it only cost me $3 to get in. Many of the guests were packing up to leave. I found Felica deep in conversation with the actor who played "Nog" in the Star Trek Deep Space Nine series. Felicia was beautiful, of course, with a low-cut top that made me immediately want to bury my face in her wonderful cleavage ‒ obviously an urge I had to resist. But what really impressed me was how warm and friendly she was. She knew me instantly and introduced me to her manager, who promptly took a Polaroid photo of Felicia and I together. Felicia was so easy to be with that I felt immediately comfortable with her ‒ although I was still somewhat star-struck and got a bit tongued-tied. I was wishing my wife was with me cuz she is really good as smoothing over those awkward spots when I find myself speechless. We talked about the Sensuality Fair. Now more than ever I am hoping she will come to the fair. She seemed pretty interested and said she is free May 21, so who knows what might happen. Before I left, her manager gave me a video. I'd like to get a few more before the fair and have them playing in one of the rooms.
I also met some other sexy horror film stars ("Slavez of Horror Land", "Creepy Clips", "Goth Girls"). These are some beautiful and wonderful gals as well, and it turns out that they live here in NE Ohio! And guess what? I'm pretty sure they will be coming to the fair! Their movies are in the genre of "erotic horror"...hmmm…I sure liked their outfits They are associated with a movie-making company located here in NE Ohio.
I'm thinking it might be fun to audition for some minor role in one of their movies. Of course I have no talent as an actor, but I'd love to get bit by some sexy female vampire...
So that's how I spent my Saturday night.
-Gaylen
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Writers are Fuckers
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Posted:Apr 8, 2005 6:55 am
Last Updated:Jun 27, 2006 8:37 pm
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Writing is like fucking. Words penetrate. You, the reader, open your mind to me like a woman spreading her legs to receive the invading cock. If I’m good, my words caress you, excite you, and bring you great joy. My words slip into you, filling your mind like a cock fills your pussy. The stroke of a pen and the tap of a typing finger are like the thrusting of a penis; if I am good my rhythms lead us both through the gates of erotic bliss.
Ultimately I spew my essence into you ‒ the seeds of joy and potential new life. As my cock throbs and pulsates with waves of orgasm, I impregnate you from the core of my being. Like the genes from my gonads, the memes from my mind pass meaning from my life to yours. A part of that which was within me grows within you, and in the end you give birth to a new idea, a new emotion, a new memory, and possibly a whole of way of experiencing the world.
Writers are fuckers. The best make love; the worst simply .
Blessed be the good ones.
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Three Gawks and A Stoodle
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Posted:Apr 7, 2005 12:52 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Three Gawks and A Stoodle: A story about sex in the not too distant future...
Julian let out a long sigh. "It’s the moon," he said. "There's something about it ‒ the way is hangs there, so steady and silent. And what's really weird is that I'm sharing this ‒ this experience of moonness ‒ with billions of people throughout human history. Do you ever think about stuff like that? The ways we're connected across time and space with people we've never even met?"
Leah shrugged. "I mostly think how romantic it is ‒ the moon ‒ the way it looks and feels. But it also seems so lonely. I wish we were together right now. I want to touch you so bad." 
"Yeah, sweetie, I wanna be with you too. But v-space is so expensive."
Leah's eyes dropped away from the lens. She stared glumly into the emptiness before her." I hate being poor."
Julian smiled into the lens. "I love you so much."
“I love you too, sweetie. Why don't you tell me we’d you'd do if we were together?
Julian inhaled a beam of moonlight deep into his lungs. "Well, first I'd draw you close. "We'd press our bodies together really tight and I'd give you a long, deep, wet, kiss." 
"Mmmm...I'd like that a lot," Leah whispered. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be floating in space. "I'd slide my hands down to your butt," she continued, "and pull you in so close..."
"...you could feel the excitement of my body..."
"Yeah, that's a nice feeling." Suddenly Leah's eyes opened wide. "You know we've got company. Three gawks and a stoodle."
The sudden change in Leah's voice knocked Julian out of his trance. "So?"
"Well, the way I'm feeling now, if we fuck in v-space, I bet we'd get at least three more stoodles ‒ and who knows how many gawks. And I'm thinking they might be interested in contributing to our cause."
"Hmmm...I thought you didn't like to collect for sex."
"I know. But we can't afford to do it without their help."
"Well cool. Do you want to collect up-front?"
Julian watched as Leah closed her eyes and shook her head. "No," she said with a waiver in her voice. “That would ruin the atmosphere for me. I need to think of it as donations...appreciation for the joy we bring...contributions to the celebration."
"Like a pot-luck. We bring the sex, they bring the fruity Jello."
"That's the spirit!" Suddenly Julian's smile turned to a frown. "But the problem is: what if no one pitches in? We'd still have to pay the bill, and we just can't afford it."
Leah pursed her lips and thought for a moment. "Well, several of my stoodles are pretty consistent. When my hormones jump they always show up, if not in real time, then later in replay."
"That's cool. I can’t really trust my stoodles ‒ I only have a couple and I really don't know them that well."
Leah suddenly laughed. "One of my stoodles ‒ an old cyber of mine ‒ just sent me five credits. I think he's trying to encourage our little rendezvous." 
Julian's eyebrows went up. "Hmmm...How many others on line?"
"I've got a dozen."
"Wow! Already?"
Leah grinned. "I told you I was horny! Some of them have their beepers set real sensitive. So...should we go virtual?"
Julian took a deep breath. The moon was full; he was feeling crazy. “I'm in the mood for mountains in the moonlight. How about you?"
"Great! That little cabin in Glacier Park?"
Leah laughed. "I'm already there!"
Julian switch to virtual and his entire world dissolved ‒ all, that is, except for the moon. Silent and steady it gazed upon the shifting scene like the director of a play. Walls, glass and city traffic gave way to mountains, trees, and singing crickets. Julian was seated in a wooden porch swing on warm summer night. Leah sat beside him, hair and eyes sparkling in the velvety light. "Hi there," she said softly, and snuggled up closer to him.
Julian put his arm around her and kissed her lightly on the lips. This led to a barrage of long, deep, passionate kisses. When they were nearly out of breath, Leah buried her head in Julian's shoulder and panted.
"Fifty credits already," she whispered. "At this rate I'll get to play with you all night long!"
Julian ran his fingers though Leah’s hair and kissed the top of her head. "Mmmm...have you noticed that love is like a sort of cosmic currency? If you make love and you've got a hundred gawks, then from the perspective of the Cosmos you've multiplied joy a hundred times. And when the gawks send credits, then it's like cosmic compensation ‒ you've given something to the world, and the world gives something back."
Leah brought her head up and looked into Julian's eyes. "That's nice. I like the way you think. Of course you're making this into a pretty intellectual love scene, but hey, I'm up to sixty credits. So, tell us your deep thoughts on love in v-space."
Julian cleared his throat. "Ok, how’s this: Sometimes I really feel the love while I’m tuned in. The people I'm gawking are just like characters in a story. Their activities spark fantasies of love even though I don't love them. And these fantasies of love become a part of who I am, so in a way the Cosmos knows more love that it did before because two people making love have created a kind of ripple effect. Bottom line: the world becomes just a little better place because I gawked."
"Ah, I see. So gawking is a noble enterprise! Erotic love is a valuable resource in our cosmic economy ‒ not to mention that it can also be a form of spiritual growth ‒ so making money by making love becomes a noble venture. In fact, one can hardly imaging a more spiritually rewarding livelihood. We should write a book: The Economics of Erotic Joy."
"Say, that's a good idea! We could start our scholarly research right at this very moment. I'll unbutton your shirt and we'll monitor the income generated." Julian began unbuttoning Leah's blouse. Once the moonlight found Leah's beautiful cleavage, Julian leaned down, kissed her neck and shoulders, then slowly worked his way down to the warm, soft valley between her breasts."
After several tender moments, Julian came up for air. "Hey, I've got five credits so far. How are you doing?"
"Still at sixty," Leah said. “How about if we say that we'll add a new erotic element at every fifth credit? So like, at seventy we see your nipples, at seventy-five I get to lick them, and so on."
"Sounds fair enough to me. Oop...there's sixty-two...three...sixty-eight! ‒ go for it baby! Set them boobies free!"
Julian unhooked Leah's bra, tossed it aside, and cupped her breasts gently in his hands. Leah's nipples hardened, casting little shadows in the moonlight.
"Almost a hundred," Leah said. 
"Twenty from my folks."
Leah stood up and let Julian unbuckle her jeans. Kissing her belly, he let the denim fall to the floor, then kissed his way down to the wet spot that had formed in the crotch of her silky red panties. His cock grew hard and he tongued her panties, turning the tiny wet spot into a flood of saliva and pussy juice.
To be continued...
Now here is an exercise in blog economics. If you are all good little gawks and give me lots of comments, I will continue this story and let you all in on the really hot, wet action. You can even offer you own ideas on what you would like to see, or add a few elements to the story yourself. So speak up and let me know what you want!
copyright 2005 gaylenwoof
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Eros Battered and Abused
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Posted:Apr 1, 2005 10:54 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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And sometimes I rant:
Sexuality has deep spiritual significance, and I strongly believe that the anti-erotic attitudes that are so common in America have an unfortunate effect on the human spirit. To be fearful, ashamed, or embarrassed by our erotic desires leaves us disconnected from our own nature, and disempowered in various ways. We are, as it were, victims of a form of abuse.
I used the term "abuse" purposefully because I think the phenomena I'm talking about is intimately connected with domestic violence, abuse, and work-place bullying. It’s not so much that oppression of the erotic "causes" these sorts of abuse (although in some cases I suspect they might) but I'm thinking more in terms of common underlying psychological patterns that are manifest when abuse occurs. In other words, the kinds of psychological forces at work when an abuser hurts their victim are in some sense parallel to the forces at work when society subjects individuals to the sorts of abuse that I refer to as “oppression of the erotic.”
The classic elements of standard spousal abuse, abuse, and work-place bullying involve the undermining of a person's self-confidence, lying, manipulation, coercion, etc. and I see these same elements employed when society abuses our erotic nature. Society jabs at our most vulnerable psychic and spiritual points, holds us hostage, undermines our sense of self-worth, shames us, controls and manipulates us, and keeps us disempowered by telling us in a million subtle ways that our core desires are shameful, sinful, unnatural, displeasing to God, dangerous, dirty, unwholesome, and so on.
The key word is "subtle" because we are somewhat like the frog that gets boiled alive if the water temperature raises slowly enough. We've lived with this sort of oppression so long that it seems natural to us, and the impact runs so deep in our psychic lives that efforts to extract the poison make us deeply uncomfortable and can actually be traumatic.
Consider Janet Jackson’s infamous nipple. Yes, the stunt itself was a clumsy attempt to manipulate public sentiment, and stir up some cheap notoriety. An outcry over the inept, tabloid-headline nature of the whole thing might have been understandable. But no; the loudest outcry was over the supposed corrupting nature of the sexualized nipple. Sex as impurity; sex as contamination. How dare anyone corrupt the sanctity (pronounced: sanc-titty?) of the Superbowl by exposing a nipple! How dare anyone contaminate our hyped commercial violence with hyped commercial sex! The whole incident would have been hardly worth noticing, let alone worth talking about, if our societal erotiphobia had not blown the whole thing way out of proportion.
This is what abusers often do: they blow some trivial thing out of proportion as an excuse to punish the victim for their (the abuser’s) own inadequacies. Righteous punishment is a frequent theme of abuse. If we who live in alternative lifestyles "come out of the closet," we could lose our jobs, lose our , be shunned by our families, barred from our churches, and so on. We are, in effect, punished because society is jealous and insecure. Here we find the otherwise subtle coercive social techniques becoming more blatant. This runs parallel to the transition from psychological abuse to physical violence in a domestic situation. The abuse is there all along; it’s just less obvious in its psychological/emotional form.
Society actually has no right to shame us for non-monogamy, dictate who we can or cannot love, etc., but most alt-lifestyle folks are so completely caught up in the abuser’s web of insults that they hide their real names, cover their faces, protect their identities, and pray that none of their family or vanilla friends ever discovers their dirty little secrets.
“This is just how life is,” we tell ourselves, and dutifully take our beatings day after day.
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Google Your Blog
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Posted:Mar 31, 2005 9:23 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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A fellow blogger (Merry49) just discovered that Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating blog posts come up on internet searches. I did some experimentation and discovered that Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating profiles come up on Google searches as well. Another interesting note: sexually explicit photos on your profile pick might actually be better for your privacy than ordinary photos, since ordinary photos show up, but sexually explicit photos are hidden.
Here was my response to Merry49:
This is very interesting. I did a Google search on the phrase "MasterSlaveCard and a butt-load of imagination" (a phrase from my March 25 entry called "Precum in their underpants") and sure nuff up came my entire blog. I also noticed that the url was not Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating, but rather, passion.com, which relates to another of my blog posts in which I pointed out that Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating has many forms, like Xmatch.com, for example. So if you type passion.com or xmatch.com into your browser, you will go to sites that are basically Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating. You can log in using your Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating passwords.
Personally, I don't mind if my blogs are searchable; but I think Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating ought to have a "things you should know" page where they explain all this stuff in clear, simple terms.
Bottom line: Google your blogs and profiles and see what you find.
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WARNING! This will seriously soak your panties
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Posted:Mar 31, 2005 11:37 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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The sign over the door says “Erotic Photos”. In the photographer’s room you find a woman on a bed dressed in sexy lingerie. Her fingers slide slowly down between her legs as she teases the camera, and the audience, tugging gently at the lacy crotch of her little panties, giving you a glimpse of her pink pussy lips; pulling the fabric one way, and then the other. Then she pulls tight up the middle, allowing her panties to slip into moist folds of her labia. Her clit swells and her big brown nipple pop as her moistened fingers massage the delicate, flowering peddles of her womanhood.
Witnessing the spectacle, you can’t help but touch yourself. Discreetly at first, but soon you notice that others are touching themselves as well. Next to you a man has his hand in his wife’s panties; you catch a glimpse of her furry pubic triangle as his fingers work beneath the silky material. The woman notices you; she knows what you are looking at, and she knows what you are doing with your hand between your legs. She holds out her hand; an invitation to play. You look into her eyes. She smiles. You lean closer and expose yourself so that she can easily touch the place you want her to touch. Your body shudders as her fingers make contact, exploring the swollen, hot, sensitive flesh of your sex. “Who's next?” For a moment you had forgotten where you were. The woman winks, then drags her husband to the bed while the photographer readies his camera for the next session. She whispers in her husband’s ear, he nods, then she wiggles her finger; an invitation to join.
Are you dreaming? Yes, but it could be a dream cum true ‒ in Cleveland, of all places. At least, this is the dream I’m trying to make come true. Imagine that it’s May 21, 2005. Visualize yourself in a hotel. The entire hotel is filled to capacity with horny people of all shapes, sizes, and sexual interests. Even the hotel staff members are horny. Everyone you talk to is there because they love sex and sensuality and are open minded toward erotic diversity. Many people are wearing colored wrist bands that indicate their sexual preferences and interests. Red means “I’m looking for women.” Blue means “I’m looking for men.” Purple: “I’m looking for both men and women.” Black: “I like B&D”. White: “I like oral sex.” Pink: “I like cock in pussy.” Green: “I want to be touched, hugged and petted as much as possible.” And so on. You see colors for water sports, anal sex, group masturbation…
Most people are dressed in sexy clothes and costumes. Leather, lingerie, goth, and fetish fashions of all sorts. Some folks are simply naked. Some have their bodies painted. As you wander from room to room you see masseuses giving free massages, photographers doing sexy glamour shots, artists displaying erotic art, vendors selling sex toys, authors of erotica signing their books, dance instructors offering workshops on belly and hula dancing, women hosting gang bangs, pro doms demonstrating flogging, electric play, and bondage. With a bit of luck you might find a discussion and demonstration on squirting (female ejaculation), or see groups of people playing strip poker, naked Twister, and other adult games. In the lobby and conference rooms you find dancing, poetry reading, stand-up comedy acts, cabaret shows, sexy fashion shows. In the weight room you find body-building exhibitions, while nearby skinny-dippers splash in the pool or lounge in the hot tub. On a banquet table you will find sensual foods, many of which are sculpted into erotic shapes.
This is what the Sensuality Fair is all about. We have reserved the entire hotel and talked with the hotel management about our plans. We already have a lot of the talent lined up ‒ photographers, artists, writers, dance instructors, comedians, and more. People have begun booking rooms and buying raffle tickets. Life is good.
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Sarah
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Posted:Mar 30, 2005 8:47 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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In my earlier blog posts (Housewarming Party blog entries March 22 & 23) I introduced you to my friends Stan and Sarah, and Jane. This post takes you back a few months earlier to when I first met Stan and Sarah, and the first time Jane really became a swinger.
Our friends Jake and Sandy have been having hotel parties near Cleveland every month this winter. The hotel management blocks off an entire floor for them, which include the pool and hot tub. Carme and I and our friend Tina went to the first one. It was at this party that we first met Stan and Sarah. I was naked in the hot tub, along with about a dozen other people. I had a hard-on because I had just been licking my friend Lori’s pussy. Lori and I have been friends for about a year. Anywayz, Stan and Sarah introduced themselves to me. After a bit of preliminary chat (where we discover a shared interest in making adult movies), Stan informs me that Sarah has an amazingly big clit. Before long Sarah is still up on the side of the hot tub with her legs spread, showing me her clit. “Go ahead and suck on it,” Stan suggests. “It will fill your mouth.” And he was right. Her clit swelled up to the size of a golf ball in my mouth, and she loved to have it sucked hard. We didn’t fuck that night, but we did become friends.
A couple of months later my friend Jane wanted to go to Jake and Sandy’s hotel party. Jane was still new to swinging back at this time. She had been to a couple of our house parties, but had not yet gotten naked. She and I had kissed and snuggled a bit, but that was about all. She wanted to go to the party, but didn’t want to go alone. She asked if I would take her, and of course I said YES! Tina also wanted to go again, so the three of us drove together and got a room together. Tina has been well-known in the NE Ohio swinging communities for a couple of years, so shortly after our arrival she started flirting around with various men and soon disappeared in the rooms. Jane and I hung out in the private party room, which had a dance floor, DJ, and a bar. We danced, and I introduced her to about half of the partiers. Jane is young and beautiful, and at this time was completely unknown in the swinging community. Before long she had several men buying her drinks. Even the bartender was buying her drinks. Several women were happy to discover that Jane is bisexual, and soon there were some steamy kissing and fondling going on all around the bar, with Jane happily in the middle. Everyone loved her, and she loved all the attention.
I flirted around introducing myself to the people who didn’t already know me, and before long found an attractive couple who seemed interested in me. The wife was cute as hell. Her eyes were big and round and had a evoked a feeling of innocence that was amazingly exciting. When we kissed there as a beautiful chemistry between us that got us both excited. Jane eventually settled on a tall young man, and eventually the four of us went back to our room. The plan was to change into swim suits and go jump in the pool, but of course once we started getting undressed, we pretty much forgot about swimming. Jane and her new friend played on one bed while the couple and I played on the other. This was the first time I saw Jane naked, and I must say, she was a wonderful sight. After a couple of hours Tina came into the room and was very pleased to discover us all naked on the bed. Unfortunately the couple had to leave ‒ they had already been planning to leave when I first met them ‒ cuz they had a long drive ahead of them and needed to get up early the next morning. Jane’s friend also had to leave, so Jane went to another room where we had been invited earlier in the evening. Tina and I snuggled a bit, but she was tired, so I headed down to join Jane.
The party in the supposed party room did not live up to the rumors. There were about 6 people there, including Jane and I. Of course this is enough for a great room party, but unfortunately there was a guy there who no one knew, and he was making people uncomfortable. I didn’t understand this for quite a while because I assumed that the folks in the room knew him and had invited him. He didn’t seem like a bad guy, but he was making the women uncomfortable, and in any swinger’s setting, if the women are not comfortable, nothing happens. What really got annoying was that he would not take a hint. We tried various polite ways to get him to leave, but eventually had to simply ask him to leave. I felt sorry for him cuz he really did seem to be a nice guy, but he obviously didn’t have much experience with swingers, or understand swinging etiquette.
I should point out that the problem was not that he was a single guy. A couple of other single guys joined us with no problem. The problem was that he showed up uninvited (which is ok too, in many cases) but did not check to make sure if people where really ok with him being there. Hint to prospective swingers: If you show up uninvited somewhere, ASK if it is ok to stay, and offer to leave if anyone is uncomfortable with your presence. If they really want you to stay, they will probably say so fairly clearly. If they sound hesitant, or if they say thing like “Well, we really don’t know you…” then they probably don’t want you to stay, but are tying to be nice and they feel bad about simply asking you to leave. In an ideal world everyone could be bluntly honest and no one would get their feelings hurt. The real world is more messy. Anywayz, the guy finally understood and left on a fairly gracious and pleasant note.
About the time he was leaving, another couple showed up. They had been invited, but the woman was completely new to swinging. She asked if it was ok to just sit and watch, and we were all fine with that. Her boyfriend and I played with Jane and I got to lick Jane’s pussy for the first time. I was very happy about that! I left around 4am to go back and snuggle with Tina and go to sleep. So far as I know, the new woman never got naked, although she did start to get comfortable and join in the conversations. I’m not sure if she will ever really be a swinger, but she sure seemed to enjoy the show!
Jake and Sandy’s next hotel party is coming up on April 9th. Jane wants to split a room again, so I’m looking forward to a bunch more fun. I’ll let you know how that turns out.
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Brought to you by the letter
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Posted:Mar 28, 2005 8:07 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Believe it or not, my first five sexual experiences were all with women whose first names started with the letter ‘J’. I have no particular fetish for the letter J, it just worked out that way. In an infinite universe, supposedly, everything that can happen eventually will happen sooner or later, so I just happened to be the one who discovered the juicy Js. But wait, that’s not all. My first lover was Jackie and my second was Jill. They were best friends, and often had to tolerate dumb jokes from people who discovered ‒ as if they were the first person in the world to notice this ‒ that these lovely young ladies were actually Jack and Jill. (By the way, they were both 19 when I met them.) Now one has to presume that, being best friends for several years, they had almost certainly, at some point in their young lives, climbed a hill together, thus confirming in the minds of some that they were indeed the very same Jack and Jill of nursery rhyme fame. The fact that “Jack” was a beautiful woman (with tits so sexually enticing that even Jill juiced her panties whenever she saw them) was apparently no problem for our not-so-bright theoreticians who presumably imagined that a pail of water was, as a matter of historical fact, somehow involved with their hill-climbing escapade. I will tell you more about my steamy encounters with these lovely gals in some future entry, but at the moment the reason I thought of them was because someone just asked me “What is a Jack and Jill party?” (We will be having some Jack ‘n Jill parties at the Sensuality Fair ‒ which is a whole nuther thing to tell ya’ll about another time.) Anywayz, since I took the time to compose this helpful little explanation of the Jack ‘n Jill party, I thought I would share it with all of you fine folks, as a sample of my on-going devotion to servicing the public:
A Jack ‘n Jill party is a masturbation party with both men and women (the guys "jack-off & the girls "jill-off"). If you like to watch people play with themselves, or if you like others to watch you, then this is a great sort of party. It's also cool because it is essentially a safe-sex party, and it is a good sort of party for couples who are interested in expanded erotic play but who are uncomfortable with partner-swapping. Of course the rules don't have to be strict, so if some folks did want to engage in sex I doubt there would be any major complaints, but the main idea is that people can feel comfortable masturbating cuz they know others like it too.
So in honor of my dear friends Jackie and Jill, and as a tribute to the letter J, I propose a toast: Pants to the floor, skirts lifted high, rub your thingy’s till the juice runs down your thigh. (Ah…howz that for sheer poetic brilliance? No need to applaud. It’s all in a days work)
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Candy Cumquick with a Dildo in the Dinning Room
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Posted:Mar 27, 2005 9:02 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Since it was Easter and we had some family events going on, there were no sexy parties to tell you about this weekend, but I did have a moment of creative inspiration. I’m going to make a game ‒ not sure what to call it yet ‒ but the premise will be like the board game Clue, but instead of murder, the clues will lead to who has been having sex in the country cottage. You will solve this naughty who-done-it pretty much the same as you solve the murders in Clue, but instead of, say, “Mrs. White with a rope in the Conservatory” you will have something like “Fanny Fuksgood doing it doggie style in the Jacuzzi,” or maybe “Colonel Kuntlicker with a rope in the Dungeon.”
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Precum in their underpants
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Posted:Mar 25, 2005 11:10 pm
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Carme and I are planning to go to a lecture/panel discussion thingy sponsored by the University Philosophy department this Saturday. Three visiting professors (Don, Tina, and Thomas) will be presenting lectures on the topic of phenomenology. Following the lectures and panel discussion, the trio will engage in naked mud wrestling and perform an assortment of lewd sexual acts for the amusement of the audience, some of whom will no doubt stick their noses in the air and do the Church-Lady strut while their engorged naughty parts ooze puddles of precum in their underpants. Anyone wishing to witness this spectacle had better bring their MasterSlaveCard and a butt-load of imagination because according to the University motto, you need a lot of imagination if you expect to get an education here in the hallowed halls of this fine institution.
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Mystery Solved...
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Posted:Mar 25, 2005 1:10 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Those of you who read my very first blog post may recall that I was initially confused about the existence of blogs. I thought I saw a Blogs as an option on my Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating menu bar one day, but when I went back the next day, it was gone. I had also noticed other details changing from time to time, but I just thought Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating was experimenting with different formats for their website. Now I think I have a handle on things. There are at least 3 variations of Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating. (By the way, I already know about the Alt site, dating site, etc., but this is NOT about those). Depending upon how you get into the site, you can end up in one of 4 (or more) places: Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating, Swingers.Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating, passion.com or XMatch.com. They are all virtually identical except for the name, and the fact that Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating does NOT have “Blogs” as a standard menu option (Update: the day after I posted this blog, the Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating menu changed and now includes Blogs), whereas the Swingers and XMatch version do have Blogs in the standard menu (hense my initial confustion about Blogs). I am a gold member in Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating, and thus I am also a gold member in the Swinigers,XMatch, and Passion versions. All of my messages, friends, etc. are all identical in all versions, and any change to one version instantly translates as a change in the other versions, so it really doesn’t matter which of the versions you log into. Anywayz, I just thought I would share this discovery in case others were confused by the subtle shifting formats.
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Getting Naked for Spencer Tunick
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Posted:Mar 24, 2005 10:25 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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For those who don’t know, Spencer Tunick is a world-famous photographer known for shooting pictures of groups of naked people in public settings or natural settings. He was in Cleveland last summer and 2,700 people got naked for him, then in Buffalo in the fall where I think the count was around 1,200. My friend Kathy and I went to the Cleveland shoot, my wife Carme and I, along with another swinging couple, went to the Buffalo shoot. Both events were fantastic, and if Spencer ever does a shoot in this part of the world again, I will certain try to be there. I never saw the full art exhibit for either shoot, but some friends said I was right up front in several of the Cleveland photos. I suspect I will be clearly visible in some of the Buffalo photos as well.
Here is a little something I posted in my Erotic_Ohio group a few days after the Cleveland event:
I think I can safely say that the Cleveland photo shoot ranks on my top-ten list of the most awesome experiences of my life. Since I am a nudist and an organizer of erotic events, the mere fact of being naked in a group of naked people was not such a big deal to me (although it is always wonderful thing!). But the photo shoot was especially great for me because of the overall atmosphere and meaning of the event.
Most of the people there were not nudists, and most would probably not have been called "erotically adventurous" before this weekend. Most of them were artists, or supporters of the Museum of Contemporary Art (MOCA), or people who just thought "Hey, I wanna try that!" For these people, getting naked in a public setting and being in the midst of so many naked bodies was something they would have never dreamed was a possibility in their lives. Several people described it as a life-transforming experience. And THIS is what really got to me ‒ the overall atmosphere and energy made it a profound experience for me as well. It was an atmosphere of teamwork, community, togetherness, liberation ‒ and yes, sensual and erotic exhilaration. Everyone was openly fascinated by all the naked bodies, but with little or no apparent fear or discomfort, which made the experience into an interesting blend of “naughtiness” and “innocence.” It was a bit like being a again, and exploring the world of sensuality for the first time.
I think that for me, and for most people, the experience tapped into some very deep, powerful archetypes from childhood ‒ that sense of curiosity about seeing other people’s bodies, and the somewhat kinky-yet-innocent joy of being seen naked by others. Most Americans learn to repress this part of their personalities as they became adults. The wide-eyed innocence is replaced by embarrassment, shame, guilt, and disgust. Now, in the name of art, sponsored by a respectable major museum, while police directed traffic nearby, thousands of people were able to revisit the old feelings from childhood, but without the negative energies typically associated with adult experiences of non-traditional erotic sensuality.
For a few hours 2,700 people forgot about the whole prudish world and reconnected with a part of their erotic souls they’d buried many years earlier. It's that part of our souls where we can be naked, caught up in a feeling of erotic freedom, AND yet innocent (or at least relatively shameless) all at the same time. Thus art was able to do, on a massive scale, what truly great art should always do: let us see life from a new perspective, experience the world in a new way, and rediscover new sensual/emotional territory in our own lives.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that this was more than just getting naked in a group of people (which is a great deal of fun just in itself), but it was also a transformative event in the lives of a lot of people. My hope is that as Tunick is able to do this sort of thing in more cities around America, we will eventually hit some sort of "critical mass" and see transformation not only in individual lives, but in the culture as a whole. Of course this is exactly what certain entrenched forces in American culture want to avoid, so it will be interesting to see how things turn out.
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