All Day Love

We made love all day yesterday.

My first waking moments; your gentle fingers stroking my shoulders, my cheeks, down my back, the curves of my hips, the swell of my ass. Your warm, moist breath on my neck.

Good Morning.

The days routine was punctuated with passing strokes, stolen snuggles, tender kisses. A grazed breast, lightly, surreptitiously, in the market. Even mundane chores were electric with promise. You grew firm just by gazing in my eyes. Not yet.

I couldn’t wait much past lunch. I called to you. Yearning. You came to me. Eager.

Deft fingers brought me to my first peak. You didn’t realize then what a feat that was – many have tried, few have succeeded. Kudos. And, thank you.

We merged, finally. Embracing tightly, as though it would be our last. Limbs intertwined. Undulating, together, on a sea of tangled sheets.Crescendo.

As always, you cleansed me after. Diligently. Reverently. Nobody else has ever done that. Too sexy for words.

Dinner and a Rom-Com in each others arms on the sofa. Giggles. Tears. Sweet whispers. Then to bed.

Holding, caressing. Soft kisses. Tender words. Supposed to be getting sleepy.Not quite.

Once more. You were harder, bigger; impressive, considering the intensity of our earlier exchange. I had more to release as well. Not often the case, that many in one day. No less intense the second time. Bliss.

My last waking moments; your gentle fingers stroking my shoulders, my cheeks, down my back, the curves of my hips, the swell of my ass. Your warm, moist breath on my neck.

Good night.

Vegans Say Sex With Carnivores Stinks?

I wonder how much of New Zealand’s public money went into this study.

Vegans say sex with meat-eaters stinks

NEW YORK, Aug. 2 (UPI) Strict vegetarians known as vegans find sex with meat-eaters repulsive, or as one New York vegan described it, pungent and stinky.
New Zealand researcher Annie Potts, of the University of Canterbury’s Center for Human-Animal Studies, interviewed 157 vegans, 120 of whom were female, on their sexual preferences.
In an interview with ABC News in New York, Potts said all of the female vegans didn’t want to engage in intimate sex because of the smells and tastes of their body fluids. Full Story

Well, dear readers, Mr. Vanessa enjoys a vegan diet, while Vanessa chooses to be an omnivore. Mr. Vanessa says he hates when vegans make comments like this because it ruins it for the rest of us and makes all vegans look like elitist assholes.

And Mr. Vanessa has, to date, registered no complaints about the taste of Vanessa’s love honey.

This whole argument, however, makes one wonder whether vegans should be consuming any human bodily fluid in the first place though you wont hear me complaining.

Toy Review: The Eroscillator

Friends, lovers, playmates; in honor of May being Masturbation Month, I give you The Eroscillator.

**trumpet fanfare**

Let me start off by saying that its taken me six months to write this review. That’s not because I haven’t wanted to. Its because Ive been doing um extensive research. In the name of journalistic integrity, of course. In fact, the Eroscillator has been the most rigorously tested of any toy Ive reviewed.

Dr. Ruth has never endorsed another sensual aid, but she is the Eroscillator celebrity endorse-person. That got my attention. I had to try it. So, the Eroscillator 2 Top Deluxe Ultimate Combo was my Xmas prezzie.

Admittedly, when I saw this puppy my first thought was, dayyumm, that’s one expensive vibrator! Are the reviews true? Could it really be worth it?

Oh yes. Every freakin penny. Read on.

First of all, the Eroscillator is NOT a vibrator. A vibrator vibrates. A vibrator feels nice for a while, but eventually makes my clit numb. When my clit is numb, well, I’m done for the night. I might not want to be done but, Goodnight, Irene. I. Am. Finished.

Smart Oscillating Engine. The Eroscillator uses sophisticated Swiss engineering to oscillate back and forth inside the housing for powerful but gentle stimulation. It doesn’t vibrate. It doesn’t make my clit numb. That’s a big deal. Huge. Limitless-Orgasms-Huge. And, the head moves inside the housing, so the housing stays put. I’m stimulating my punani, not my hand.

Multiple Power Settings. One critical distinction is that the speeds don’t increase the frequency of the movement they increase the intensity. That means every speed is enjoyable. I cant say that about something like the Hitachi Magic Wand. (Actually, the HMW is just a half-step down from a belt sander. Not clit-friendly.) The Eroscillators three speeds are powered by a 14v motor (step-down converted so its safer for you) and 12-feet of cord. Yes, you read that right. 12 feet. It will reach to the chandeliers. Hell, I can plug this baby in and take it halfway to Marks & Spencer. What I’m trying to say is that the cord doesn’t get in the way when were gettin our freak on.

Whisper Quiet. Yeah, it really is. We were pleasantly surprised. No distracting lawnmower buzzing during the intimate moments. My apologies if you have a lawnmower fetish.

Watertight. Can be washed under running water so you’re ready to go for next time. I wouldn’t take it in the bath, though. (That’s why God created the WaterPik Shower Massage.)

So, on to my experience. Right out of the box, I had one of the fastest, most intense orgasms of my life. It took about 90 seconds, tops. My lips (on my face) were literally quivering. This was a whole different level of orgasm. Like a higher plane of consciousness. Incredible. Then I just kept on going er coming. Actually, I didn’t know whether I was coming OR going. One after another after another. For the first time in my life, I didn’t have to stop until I was spent. When it was over, I was but a whimper on a tangled heap of soaked sheets.

The next day, I threw my other vibrators out.

The Eroscillator comes in your choice of two versions and five packages. The Eroscillator 2 Plus packages come with some basic head attachments and a standard power appliance. The Top Deluxe model has extra power, for women like me who need a little boost, and more attachments. All attachments are available separately too. I was lucky enough to get the Ultimate Combo. Yep, I got the whole enchilada for my pink taco. Holy guacamole!!

My favorite attachment? The Ultra Soft Finger Tip (pictured below). Its a medical grade silicone elastomer just the right amount of squishiness to give a really lovely clit licking.

This is one toy that gets my unequivocal yes. Yes. GOD, YES!

If you own a clitoris, you simply must treat yourself. I cant stress this enough. If your partner has one, surprise her and make her decade. You wont regret it.

Oh, you can support this site by ordering it through my affiliate link below and Amazon will gimme some candy!

I’m hearing rumors about their companion product for men, the Ooh-la-la! Prostate Massager with the PowerPenis Bell. The Husband is interested in reviewing one, but I don’t know that the company is quite that generous.

I’m off to do some more research. If you play your cards right, youll get a taste before Masturbation Month is overstay tuned for a surprise or two.

And here’s to it always being May in your pants.

5 kinda cool things about living in England

  1. The mail service – Royal Mail (post it today, its there tomorrow)
  2. Cottage pie
  3. The age of consent is sixteen. Sixteen.
  4. Müller Rice – Vanilla Custard flavor. omigod.
  5. When you order tea with milk in a restaurant, the server will NOT return with either: a) a pitcher of half & half; b) a full glass of milk; c) packets of non-dairy creamer

Slogging Through The Summer Slush

Just a few headlines I found interesting today:

Thank You, Captain Obvious: Rock stars more likely to die prematurely

I was nowhere NEAR there, I swear! Crazy Fan Attacks Brad in Italy

And they said a little Shakespeare never hurt anyone: Three hurt as stray buffalo runs onto road

OMG i h8 u! u r sofa king unkewl! AT&T to let parents limit kids cell calls

If it were New York, theyd need the National Guard. But its London. So everyone just queued. Most of Londons subway shuts down

Unexpected Item In Bag: Man takes pry bar to self-check till Dude, I feel your pain

Rubbing Em The Right Way

I think I can infuse sexual innuendo into just about anything.

But there’s one thing I take seriously enough to keep sex out of it for all the right reasons.

I gave my first massage in a very long time and it felt good to give someone relief that wasn’t sexual. Ive missed my practice and my clients. It was a relief to be able to remember my training – some of the best, most intensive (and expensive) training in the country. It all came flooding back. I do know what the hell I’m talking about, and I AM good at what I do.

Strangely enough, massage therapy doesn’t appear to be regulated in any way in the UK. So, any idiot with a plinth (that’s massage table for the rest of us) can hang a shingle and start in on people. And possibly hurt them very badly. That scares me, because I KNOW what harm they can do without proper training.

I have a table. And some of the best training available. Just not sure if I’m ready yet.

Closed Due To Flooding?

How wet is too wet? Yes, we’ve been having lots of flooding here in the UK this month, but my topic today is about a more personal kind of wetness.

I am about to confess a small personal issue. One that many women, menopausal and otherwise, might actually envy.

I get wet. Specifically, I have a very juicy punani. In fact, I might admit to getting a bit too wet.

Too wet, you say? How can anyone possibly be too wet?

Well, too wet means slippery. Really slippery. And slippery-ness reduces friction. Friction is necessary for my partner to, well experience complete enjoyment. In fact, for the better part of 10 years or more, Ive been ejaculated ON far more than IN. (So much so that at times I felt like I was stuck in an endless money-shot loop.) I didn’t really consider it a problem until I realized that if I ever wanted to get pregnant it might present some difficulty if I never got any semen planted in my hoo-hoo.

Its not a size thing. I actually have a very tight pussy. Two-fingers tight. (No children and infrequent sex for years = tight). And as for the men – well, I mean, I haven’t ever fucked a zucchini (unlike a woman I watched on webcam once), but my partners have been more than adequate.

I cant believe I’m the only woman out there with this particular biology. I’m not really sure what to do about it. Most women searching for help are looking for the opposite – something to increase their natural moisture.

So seriously, what do I do?

Always Mind The Bollocks

I don’t know much about testicles. Sure, I remember sex-ed, anatomy, physiology, etc. But when Mr. Vanessa says my bollocks hurt I have no idea what that really means. Women arent born with a nut-pain reference scale. If its not pushing out a baby, how bad can it really be?

So, we have some lumps too, but they are painful to the touch. Now, in boobs, they say that painful lumps are not the bad lumps. I know about tits. I have a couple of those. But, like I said, I don’t know balls about testicles. I know of men who were blindsided by the bad lumps because they didn’t hurt. Can the bad lumps hurt?

For now, were resting. And were scheduled for an ultrasound. And were masturbating, trying to relieve some pressure/discomfort. (note: this didn’t relieve anything except horniness) And, if all that fails, we have painkillers. Basically, were trying to comfort the nuggets however possible.

I think it might be easier to comfort the giblets than the wife.

Gender Equity? Sounds Like A Lot Of Bull

As I write this, thousands of Spaniards are smack in the middle of the encierro, the annual running of the bulls in Pamplona.

Apparently some women there are clamoring for their own encierro, but with cows, instead of bulls.

Women demand female Pamplona bull run, with cows

MADRID (Reuters) – Women in the northern Spanish city of Pamplona, world-famous for its ferocious bull-running festival, are demanding their own version complete with cows instead of bulls. Read more

Now, I wont even get into what a completely pathetic, stupid and cruel idea the original event is. That’s a whole other discussion. What strikes me here is the idea of wanting equal time that isn’t really equal. Cows are not bulls. Any rancher will tell you that. Cows are lovely, gentle creatures lacking two critical pairs of features: balls and horns. Sure, you run the risk of getting trampled by a herd of cows, but you could get trampled by a herd of anything scared and moving quickly down a narrow alley. Turkeys, even. But cows and turkeys wont gore your sorry ass. (Or your upper thigh.)

But the request made me think of a larger issue: When it comes to gender equity, I believe we should demand it, and settle for nothing less. But cows are not gender equity.

 

I don’t believe in setting the bar lower simply because were the fairer sex. Equal means equal. I dont need special considerations. Don’t make allowances for me. If I choose to compete, it will be on a level playing field.

This year was the first year that the female singles winner at Wimbledon was awarded a cash prize equal to the male singles winner. The first year. Its freaking 2007, and this was the first year the pay was equal?

Very soon we will have the strongest opportunity we’ve ever had to decide whether we want a woman to lead our country. Ive maintained for years that we will see all colors and creeds of men in the white house before the people will choose a woman. And that’s in a country with a female majority. I’m just pessimistic that way. I hope I’m proven wrong – though I’m not saying I wish it were with Hilary – I’m not yet convinced that shes necessarily the best choice. I just don’t believe Ill see a woman president in my lifetime and I don’t know how to change that except insist that we stop asking for special consideration. We don’t need it. Were not inferior, weaker, less-than. Were female. And that shouldn’t matter.

Keep your cows, amigos. If I run, I run with balls.

Muchas gracias.

This Day In England

Well, you can learn quite a bit about England from just one days news. Here are a few tidbits I have learned today about the little place Ive been calling home for the past nine months

  1. If a fire breaks out, tough. Suck it up, Nancy!
  2. We got us some pervs. actually, these guys give pervs a bad name
  3. We have a teeny drinking problem. doh!
  4. Were all gonna die in a horrible flood. again, doh!
  5. Were all gonna die in a massive suicide bombing. Did the knighthood committee really think that through?
  6. If #4 & 5 dont happen, stay out of the hospital. Those places will kill you.
  7. The Druids need your vote.
  8. London is Better Than Moscow. (but only just)
  9. If the train doesnt go where youre going, they just make shit up.
  10. The BBC is biased. Just ask the BBC.