What is the world coming to, that someone needs to gun down a doctor that performed late-term abortions in fucking church!!! Does the perpetrator really think that this will win the war on abortion? That because he was "killing babies", that he was fair game.
Murdering Dr. Tiller is an atrocious, cruel, a deliberate act of pure evil. And if you claim to be Pro-Life, and think this is justified, you need to hang up that moniker RIGHT NOW!
What happened to those Pro-Life advocates who not only opposed of abortions, but also opposed the death penalty, and opposed war? Or did you pro-life idiots decided that they were not "pure" enough for your ideology?
Already, I see pro-life groups condemning the act and saying that they don't encourage this behavior. But you know....fuck you! I remember in high school, and a man and his son had a sign of an aborted fetus greet us students as we stepped out of the bus, handing out fliers, and espousing your message of murder. Even at my tender age, I know that what you were doing was inappropriate. Since then, I've seen reports of bombings, harassment of medical staff, closing of clinics (that not only provided abortions but dispense family planning help), and unfortunately, killing of doctors. I have seen your groups change perceptions about abortion, from one of a medical decision between adults to a political football used to gain power. All the while, dismantling meaningful women/family services.
No...I have no sympathy for a lot of you pro-lifers. For all I see coming from you is message of hate and shame, rarely from compassion. You have planted the seeds of hatred, you bare fruit for its consequences.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Why having a warning page on my blog is stupid
As of today, I decided to take the "warning" page off my blog.
In hindsight, I only put it there to make sure that some kids parent's don't accuse me of corrupting their squire's mind. Seriously, as if anyone that young would read this. Besides there's no naked pictures on this blog to titillate anyone, unless someone has a problem with me exposing my calves.
My "sex" posts make up, what...like 10% of my blog, if that.
I made a conscious decision that this blog was about my experiences with becoming a single woman, and sex was going to be part of what I was going to write about. But my life doesn't revolve around my sex life, even though sex is the reason why I'm here. The world is a bowl of cherries, sweet with alot of pits. And I don't want to be limited to what I want to discuss here.
So there!
In hindsight, I only put it there to make sure that some kids parent's don't accuse me of corrupting their squire's mind. Seriously, as if anyone that young would read this. Besides there's no naked pictures on this blog to titillate anyone, unless someone has a problem with me exposing my calves.
My "sex" posts make up, what...like 10% of my blog, if that.
I made a conscious decision that this blog was about my experiences with becoming a single woman, and sex was going to be part of what I was going to write about. But my life doesn't revolve around my sex life, even though sex is the reason why I'm here. The world is a bowl of cherries, sweet with alot of pits. And I don't want to be limited to what I want to discuss here.
So there!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Oral Sex
Finally a sex post. LOL.
What can I say, it helps to be getting some so that I can write about it. And well...I only get to see my man on the weekends.
I mentioned a few posts back how much I enjoy fellatio. Actually, "enjoy" is too mild of a term. I love giving head and sometimes crave it. I would be remiss as a lover to not pleasure him in this way.
I'm surprised that I enjoy it despite the fact the first person whom I gave head to was extremely opinionated and made such a horrible experience of it. Thank god I got passed that. I'm truly lucky that past and present lovers seems to enjoy what I have to offer.
Trying to pinpoint a single reason why I enjoy giving head so much was difficult, but in the end I love it because its so tactile. I find it so utterly fascinating that my tongue and my mouth (rather of my hands, although I do use my hands) are used to explore every fleshy inch of a man's penis. How the head of a penis invites my tongue to trace its shape, from the mushroom crown to the lip of the "cap" to the tip as I suck his pre-cum. Then slowly explore the width and length of his shaft, licking its smooth surface, kissing it, biting it as I travel south to his soft base. And it is here where I let my tongue get lost in his loose flesh, sucking at his balls, until I'm satisfied and start traveling northwards.
As much as I enjoy just licking it, I love having a hard cock in my mouth. Feeling the tip of his cock pounding the back of my throat, the roof of my jaw, as my tongue licks the underside of his shaft and the the tip, sucking it, letting his juices flow down.
And I can do this for hours, alternating from licking it outside my mouth, then forcefully taking him all in my mouth. His thrusts of his pelvis towards me, his moans of pleasure is all the encouragement I need.
Its always a challenge to see how deep I can get a cock into my mouth, but I'm not a porn star. I can't just magically swallow the full length of a man's penis in my throat. I'm a small woman, and I'm rather fond of breathing. But that doesn't stop me from trying. And when I get a cock as deep as I can get it, I like to stay there for a second, to savor his shape his taste.
Today was a good day for me. As I perform this act for M, I managed to get 2/3 of his hard cock in my mouth, and down my throat, without gagging too much. I saw M's blue eyes widen, drawing his pelvis closer to my mouth, and moaned my name - clearly he was enjoying this as much as I was.
Yes, giving head is such a huge turn on for me.
Truth to be told, I like to swallow. I find the act of swallowing his cum to be the epitome of intimacy and a source of pride for me. I give so much when I give oral, that I want his cock in my mouth to the end, if he so inclines.
It was hard to type for me because there's an air of sluttishness to that admission. But honestly, I hate facials. Actually, alot of women hate facials. Don't even get me started how some men just assume that a blow job ends with a facial.
Opps, almost spoiled this post with a bitch session.
Nevertheless, I love to give head, to take the time to explore my lover orally, to see him enjoy it.
What can I say, it helps to be getting some so that I can write about it. And well...I only get to see my man on the weekends.
I mentioned a few posts back how much I enjoy fellatio. Actually, "enjoy" is too mild of a term. I love giving head and sometimes crave it. I would be remiss as a lover to not pleasure him in this way.
I'm surprised that I enjoy it despite the fact the first person whom I gave head to was extremely opinionated and made such a horrible experience of it. Thank god I got passed that. I'm truly lucky that past and present lovers seems to enjoy what I have to offer.
Trying to pinpoint a single reason why I enjoy giving head so much was difficult, but in the end I love it because its so tactile. I find it so utterly fascinating that my tongue and my mouth (rather of my hands, although I do use my hands) are used to explore every fleshy inch of a man's penis. How the head of a penis invites my tongue to trace its shape, from the mushroom crown to the lip of the "cap" to the tip as I suck his pre-cum. Then slowly explore the width and length of his shaft, licking its smooth surface, kissing it, biting it as I travel south to his soft base. And it is here where I let my tongue get lost in his loose flesh, sucking at his balls, until I'm satisfied and start traveling northwards.
As much as I enjoy just licking it, I love having a hard cock in my mouth. Feeling the tip of his cock pounding the back of my throat, the roof of my jaw, as my tongue licks the underside of his shaft and the the tip, sucking it, letting his juices flow down.
And I can do this for hours, alternating from licking it outside my mouth, then forcefully taking him all in my mouth. His thrusts of his pelvis towards me, his moans of pleasure is all the encouragement I need.
Its always a challenge to see how deep I can get a cock into my mouth, but I'm not a porn star. I can't just magically swallow the full length of a man's penis in my throat. I'm a small woman, and I'm rather fond of breathing. But that doesn't stop me from trying. And when I get a cock as deep as I can get it, I like to stay there for a second, to savor his shape his taste.
Today was a good day for me. As I perform this act for M, I managed to get 2/3 of his hard cock in my mouth, and down my throat, without gagging too much. I saw M's blue eyes widen, drawing his pelvis closer to my mouth, and moaned my name - clearly he was enjoying this as much as I was.
Yes, giving head is such a huge turn on for me.
Truth to be told, I like to swallow. I find the act of swallowing his cum to be the epitome of intimacy and a source of pride for me. I give so much when I give oral, that I want his cock in my mouth to the end, if he so inclines.
It was hard to type for me because there's an air of sluttishness to that admission. But honestly, I hate facials. Actually, alot of women hate facials. Don't even get me started how some men just assume that a blow job ends with a facial.
Opps, almost spoiled this post with a bitch session.
Nevertheless, I love to give head, to take the time to explore my lover orally, to see him enjoy it.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The Post for the Lazy...List one.
I'm too exhausted to write anything sexy or interesting lately. But on the same token, my RSS feeds have given me some wonderful reading material.
So, until I come up with something original, here's my faves. Yes, there will be a quiz :D.
The Post for the lazy list:
Craigslist Makes World's Oldest Profession Safer
The Gals at Jezebel have words with Linda Hirshman
and finally....
Hugo's take on Hugh Hefner, the Pope, and why some men never grow up.
Enjoy!
So, until I come up with something original, here's my faves. Yes, there will be a quiz :D.
The Post for the lazy list:
Craigslist Makes World's Oldest Profession Safer
The Gals at Jezebel have words with Linda Hirshman
and finally....
Hugo's take on Hugh Hefner, the Pope, and why some men never grow up.
Enjoy!
Monday, May 4, 2009
Things learned
I wanted to take a moment away from writing about my sexual trysts with M, because this inspired me so much.
It all started with boingboing, linking it from here , to kottke.org (Remind me to spend some time there!), until I found the original source.
There's no doubt that Point #3 is best of them all. In order to grow, you have to avoid toxic people. But recognizing toxic people takes time, takes patience, and an awareness that often leaves us questioning ourselves. Even if you are no longer in the company of toxic people, it may take years for the realization that...maybe...they were bad for you. I love how how Mr. Glaser doesn't trot out a list of character traits that describe toxic people, it is up to you to understand who they are.
But lest not forget the other points on his list, I love point 8 (Doubt is better than certainty), point 9 (his take on aging) and 5 (less is not necessary more). As a matter of fact I'm stealing his quote for me "Just enough is more".
Who knows how many times Milton Glaser's things learned has been linked today because of its placement in boingboing since this morning!
But sharing is caring folks :D
It all started with boingboing, linking it from here , to kottke.org (Remind me to spend some time there!), until I found the original source.
There's no doubt that Point #3 is best of them all. In order to grow, you have to avoid toxic people. But recognizing toxic people takes time, takes patience, and an awareness that often leaves us questioning ourselves. Even if you are no longer in the company of toxic people, it may take years for the realization that...maybe...they were bad for you. I love how how Mr. Glaser doesn't trot out a list of character traits that describe toxic people, it is up to you to understand who they are.
But lest not forget the other points on his list, I love point 8 (Doubt is better than certainty), point 9 (his take on aging) and 5 (less is not necessary more). As a matter of fact I'm stealing his quote for me "Just enough is more".
Who knows how many times Milton Glaser's things learned has been linked today because of its placement in boingboing since this morning!
But sharing is caring folks :D
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Synergy
Its late Saturday/early Sunday. I spoke to M about 3 hours ago, and kissed him goodbye 7 hours prior to that. My body still feels is hands around me, his cock inside me. I am literally falling asleep, tempted to put the computer away; however I want to write about our last coupling, before it recedes to memory.
Yet, it was just our "normal" sex.
The thing is, is that M is unique to the other lovers I've had. It's not because he seems to be the only man who matches my stamina level, or that he can make me cum in waves and waves of mind-blowing orgasms [and please, I'm not complaining in the least]. But it took me months to figure out what was so different. Until one evening when I was on top of him, riding his cock as I felt a gush of my juices exit out of my pussy, another ripple of pleasure travels through my body. I gripped his body as my orgasm starts its descent, I yell out, "I've never had such a responsive lover."
It was so spontaneous, so concise, it was hard to tell if that revelation came from my post-coital body or my brain having a "Eureka" moment. But it was true and frankly, its the only descriptive that encapsulate him.
He fucks me as an engaged partner, observing my body for every sensation, toying with his cock inside me, and reacting to my pussy as I pull and squeeze his cock into submission. Although most of our sex play is extremely mundane on the face of it, his responsiveness transforms the normal sex into memorable sex, with me always wanting more.
Like this afternoon, I wanted him to fuck me earlier, missionary style since I usually tend to be the one on top. We both stayed in the living me room, with me laid out on the couch, my thighs spread wide, and one of my legs on his shoulder. He pounds his hard throbbing cock, repeatedly on one of my g spots, in constant rhythm, until I start feeling my pussy tightening around him. He changes the rhythm, knowing that fucking me faster at this point will make me cum hard. He knows this, he hears me scream louder, he feels my pussy pulsating until I can no longer hold on. And I lose myself, as I cum loudly, my juices drenching his cock, my pussy. We don't stop after that, he makes me cum again and again, with my legs up to my shoulder, my legs on his shoulder, changing positions. He tells me to cum for him at the precise moment when my body is about to give in. He holds me while I cum and watches me as the sensations ascent and descent, taking mental notes of what has transpired.
Sex with M inspires me to no end because I am not afraid to let go with him. And it made me realized that I only knew so little of what my body was capable of. It's not like my other lovers just laid there until they came, but for reasons known or unknown, I always felt either some resistance, or an unwillingness to share or fear. Yes, fear...in sex!
Is it any wonder why I fell for him? Why after all this time I still long for his body, still feel like there is still more to explore, then re-explore?
Yet, it was just our "normal" sex.
The thing is, is that M is unique to the other lovers I've had. It's not because he seems to be the only man who matches my stamina level, or that he can make me cum in waves and waves of mind-blowing orgasms [and please, I'm not complaining in the least]. But it took me months to figure out what was so different. Until one evening when I was on top of him, riding his cock as I felt a gush of my juices exit out of my pussy, another ripple of pleasure travels through my body. I gripped his body as my orgasm starts its descent, I yell out, "I've never had such a responsive lover."
It was so spontaneous, so concise, it was hard to tell if that revelation came from my post-coital body or my brain having a "Eureka" moment. But it was true and frankly, its the only descriptive that encapsulate him.
He fucks me as an engaged partner, observing my body for every sensation, toying with his cock inside me, and reacting to my pussy as I pull and squeeze his cock into submission. Although most of our sex play is extremely mundane on the face of it, his responsiveness transforms the normal sex into memorable sex, with me always wanting more.
Like this afternoon, I wanted him to fuck me earlier, missionary style since I usually tend to be the one on top. We both stayed in the living me room, with me laid out on the couch, my thighs spread wide, and one of my legs on his shoulder. He pounds his hard throbbing cock, repeatedly on one of my g spots, in constant rhythm, until I start feeling my pussy tightening around him. He changes the rhythm, knowing that fucking me faster at this point will make me cum hard. He knows this, he hears me scream louder, he feels my pussy pulsating until I can no longer hold on. And I lose myself, as I cum loudly, my juices drenching his cock, my pussy. We don't stop after that, he makes me cum again and again, with my legs up to my shoulder, my legs on his shoulder, changing positions. He tells me to cum for him at the precise moment when my body is about to give in. He holds me while I cum and watches me as the sensations ascent and descent, taking mental notes of what has transpired.
Sex with M inspires me to no end because I am not afraid to let go with him. And it made me realized that I only knew so little of what my body was capable of. It's not like my other lovers just laid there until they came, but for reasons known or unknown, I always felt either some resistance, or an unwillingness to share or fear. Yes, fear...in sex!
Is it any wonder why I fell for him? Why after all this time I still long for his body, still feel like there is still more to explore, then re-explore?
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