It’s was a gorgeous day yesterday here in the Uk, last night it stayed above 17 degrees all night. I’ve been off all this week having a bit of “me time”, so when our neighbours suggested that we might all wander down the local pub for a cider, Phil & I jumped at the chance.
We got back about 8:30 pm and their kids were watching the Daniel Craig version of Casino Royal, so we adults settled down to watch it too (I still think it was the best Bond film yet!). It got to the scene where Bond & Vesper Lynd are in the hotel in bed and she is about to betray him, she gets out of bed and pulls on a red dress. Our neighbour’s wife said: “look at that, she’s not wearing any knickers, what a tart!”
Hmmm….I saw Phil look at me & I knew exactly what he was thinking!!
Now why would the fact that a girl has not got any underwear on beneath her dress make her a Tart? The reason I ask that is because I have been known to go commando on occasions! (see: https://naturegirl1.wordpress.com/2010/10/06/and-another-thing-about-men/).
I realise that if a girl does that sort of thing she really should wear a suitably long dress or skirt and you obviously have to be careful about how you sit/get out of a car and things like that, but is it such a sin to want your bits to be free to breath?
I’m not advocating we should all try becoming Paris Hilton or Britney Spears, those girls did it for effect, but hey, it is quite nice to be out and about dressed appropriately knowing you don’t have underwear on.
…the world could really be like this all over…all the time!
I was wondering what I could write about to bring my number of posts here on WordPress up to 45. I thought about sex (always a good subject matter!), love, food and wine…then someone sent me this photo knowing that as a UNICEF breast feeding advisor I would find it interesting.
My breath was taken away by this photo, the beauty, the serenity, the the…words fail me! In an ideal world this sight would be commonplace, there would be no stigma, no disapproving looks or tutting remarks from ignorant people.
I will simply leave you with what is possibly one of the most striking images I have ever come across.
The answer is probably NO!
But it’s not quite as simple as that, is it? Let’s start be deciding what is truly Pornographic. My son had a DVD of one of the Saw movies, now I watched about 30 minutes of it and had to ask him to turn it off. I found it absolutely disgusting, the term torture porn has been applied to that series of films and I can see why. How can anyone get any sort of pleasure from watching people having to cut body parts off, even if it is make-believe? (even my son admitted he found it nasty)
So how about a film in which consenting adults do nice things to each other? Like having sex? I’ve watched my fair share of those types of films and I have yet to want to walk away because I found it too disturbing! Yet this kind of material is considered “pornographic”. Ok, I’m simplifying it a bit, there is a world of difference between a film like “last tango in Paris” which was fairly shocking in it’s heyday and the sexually explicit material that is now available at the click of a mouse! But the premise is the same, it’s only the fact that modern material shows penetration, ejaculation and equally intimate stuff that makes it an “adult” movie! As far as I’m concerned I’d prefer it if the legislators banned the movies that were gratuitously violent and relaxed the rules on movies with explicit sex!
But then what about scenes with BDSM? Or Golden Showers? Just because they are not to my personal taste doesn’t make them any less worthy. It’s a tricky question!
Then what about erotic writing? Truth be told I usually get far more turned on from reading the written word, probably because I can let my imagination do the work! Again, I prefer to avoid anything too violent and gratuitous, but I have undoubtedly masturbated to a good sexy book far more often than to a sexy film!
My Phil is a pretty average red blooded guy, he will watch an adult film at the drop of a hat, and if it gets him turned on then it’d be to both our advantage!! Ideally we would watch something together and BOTH get aroused, but there are times when I can quite happily leave him to his film and go and do a bit of paperwork or even a bit of ironing! Which suggests that men enjoy porn more than women if you think about it.
For the record, I prefer ” amateur” material, I would much rather see real people having sex than some silicone enhanced, cellulite-free bimbo with a hairless over endowed stud who can ejaculate coffee cup loads of semen all over the place!
Phil (my husband) suggested that I should mention something that happened a few weeks ago that could be of interest to some of you.
As you all know, I have a special interest in the subject of female ejaculation, I have mentioned it in several of my blogs and I have even written a whole piece about it in an attempt to explain what it is that makes me come the way I do. I am so passionate about it that back in 2002 I set up a Group on MSN called “the Wet Patch” that for a while was officially one of the top ten most read groups on MSN!It was aimed at both men as well as women and was deliberately not “adult” so that younger people could access it for guidance and information. In time it became too much for me to cope with so I took on an assistant manager who ultimately assumed full control of it when I decided to pull out. She took it in a different direction, which was a pity as I still think that there is a shortage of non-sensational information on that subject in the media.
Anyway, back to this piece, about a month ago I found a reply to my post about FE from someone who used to be a regular correspondent on the old Wet Patch. To cut a long story short, she had read my blog in which I talked about the time I attempted to “teach” my very close friends Jacky and her husband Garry how to achieve female ejaculation. She wondered if I would consider coaching her and her husband in a similar manner.
I have to say that the idea did appeal to me and I gave it a lot of thought and was on the verge of agreeing as she had generously offered to pay my expenses and even suggested that Phil should accompany me to act as a chaperone, however my very good cyber-friend Joy Nelson of Tantrachick pointed out that I had more than enough on my plate with all the other crap that was (and still is) going on in my life, so I put Christine and Paul off for the time being. But the option is still very much on the table, I think I would find it quite rewarding if it all worked.
I just need to invest in some surgical quality latex gloves!!
…so I thought i’d bring you all up to speed with what’s been happening in my life!
Back in December i mentioned that I had some family problems to deal with, well they are still problems but I am learning to deal with them in bite sized chunks. First, my Dad is suffering from Alzheimers and this has been getting progressively worse over the past 5 years, but to make things worse, he was diagnosed with cancer some 18 months ago, originally it was a slow growing tumour that needed six monthly checkups, but now it has become far more aggressive and he is now waiting to die. To add to my woes my 89 year old mum had a heart attack in February! This is the same month that Phil started to suffer from gall stones!!!!!
So you can see why I had to curb my activity here on WordPress.
Needless to say my sex life has not been very adventurous of late, so I have no sexy titbits to tempt you with! In fact, for a two week period in April I was sure my yoni was going to heal over as it was not getting any use at all!
However, some good has come from all this, my older sister and I have now become so much closer (for most of our teens we hated each other!), we now are inseparable when we can get together. There is now an intimacy (not in the physical sense!!) between us, we talk about and share so much more than we ever used to. It’s great!
So, dear readers, I am back for a while, maybe I can kick start my sex life again so that I can share some adventures with you.
I imagine those of you who have been following my ramblings here on wordpress will be wondering why I have been so quiet lately.
Well, the reason is that I have been so busy, with work and family issues that finding the time to write anything of interest has proved impossible.
I am going to be involved in a couple of new projects that will make even more demands on my time, so for the next few months this blog will be “dormant”.
I will still be keeping in touch with the few blogs I follow, posting comments etc. but you will all have to be patient if you want to read anything about my sexlife!!
This would be a good opportunity to wish you all a very merry Christmas and a prosperous 2012.
This year has been an interesting one from the perspective of how we approach certain things. Take Phil for example, last spring he was diagnosed with Peyronies disease (a build up of plaque in the erectile tissue of the penis which causes painful erections and ejaculations, curving of the penis, sometimes quite alarmingly and in some cases erectile dysfunction). Our family doctor is a woman, so I half expected Phil to say that he would much rather see a male doctor about such an intimate issue. But I was wrong! In fact he stated that he felt more comfortable talking to a woman doctor about this, not to mention undergo the examination!! It’s not that he is homophobic, but he feels that having his most treasured possession handled, even for medical reasons, is best undertaken by a member of the opposite sex. It is a comfort thing.
Me, on the other hand, I would much rather be seen/examined by a member of my own gender! I remember some years ago having to call out the emergency doctor after falling down stairs and landing on my coccyx, fracturing it in two places. That entailed a rather intimate exam, including a “fickle finger of fate” up the back passage! The male doctor who came out was not only young enough to be my son, but was also rather dishy! Not that I was in any state to notice too much at the time……
In May, I had a Tantric massage, including a yoni massage, all done expertly by a female therapist that I felt completely at ease with. I didn’t even feel embarrassed when I climaxed. I’m not so sure that I would have given myself so completely to a male therapist. Again, it is a comfort thing.
That same female therapist saw me and Phil on Monday evening. She taught me how to give a non sexual massage to his lingam (penis), she also showed me how to use the squeeze technique when he felt he was about to ejaculate, as well as teach him deep breathing techniques to help control his urges. It’s just as well he feels more comfortable with members of the opposite sex!! I think he rather enjoyed being fussed by two women like that!
If you have been reading my previous entries you will know that in my role as a community health professional I have special responsibility for breast feeding matters. What I also do is question new mums about their general state of mind, how they are coping with motherhood, monitor their babies and stuff like that. However, on Monday I was going through the “maternal mood” questionaire with a mum in her late 20s and on completion I asked if there was anything else she wanted to ask me about. What she asked me floored me for a few moments!
“before I fell pregnant with baby J I was able to ejaculate, there wasn’t much opportunity to have sex during pregnancy, but since giving birth I don’t seem to have had much success, will it come back?”
Hmm….you can imagine my dilemma! I had no reason to doubt her sincerity, but how could I answer that? I could have just fobbed her off with a suggestion that she speaks to her doctor, but knowing what I do about most GPs, I felt that was short changing her. So I grabbed the bull by the horns and asked her if she had been doing her pelvic floor exercises regularly as that was what helped me after my first baby. There, I had said it. The cat was out of the bag, someone now knew that I could “shejaculate”! OK, I know that all of you who read my blog will know that I can do it, but this was the first person, other than my close friends Jacky & Garry, who would now be aware of my capabilities. In a way it was quite liberating. I felt that I could now talk about it to people who could genuinely have a need for my input.
Maybe I should become a sex counsellor!
Anyway, I ran through the pelvic floor routines with her (her midwife should have done that), got her to try peeing and stopping mid-flow without leaking, and generally tried to reassure her that things would get back to normal soon.
I will enjoy monitoring her progress!
I think I would be stating the obvious if I said that guys like to watch their wives/girlfriends masturbate!! Hell, I admit that one of my favourite video sites is “I Feel Myself”. So that means that Ilike to watch other women masturbate. Who wouldn’t?!
I am quite happy to play with myself for Phil, as a rule I take longer to get going than he does so it makes sense for me to start before him. Also, it satisfies that exhibitionist streak in me.
But all this begs the question: do women like to watch their guys masturbate? Is there something slightly weird about watching your man wank himself for you?
When I start to touch myself I like to see that he is getting turned on. And I suppose that I find it quite sexy to see him start to touch himself, the sight of his penis getting hard is an important part of my own arousal. But after a few minutes I find that seeing him actually wanking gets much less interesting! Which is odd as I love to see him bring himself to orgasm. The sight of his semen spurting out, usually over my fingers and girly bits, is very satisfying and can speed up my own climaxes. It’s the part in between those two points that I find just a bit “seedy”!!
Am I alone in this?