Vagina Worship

Worship the Vagina. Really, go do it. 
 

Don't get me wrong, I'm not suggesting you build a shrine to the almighty vagina and spend time lighting incense and paying homage to this beautiful organ. Well, I mean, if you want to, sure, go ahead. You won't be the first and you won't be the last. But that's not quite what I mean here.

Every vagina should be worshiped. Seriously. Every. Vagina. Whether you worship your own vagina, worship a vagina, or even better--have someone worship yours, it's worthy of praise. 


One night as Mr and I were engaging in some sexy time in bed, he positioned himself to go down on me. As I opened before him, the sight, smell, and taste of my vagina was arousing him, he groaned. He loves my vagina. He thinks it's the most miraculous, beautiful thing that has ever been created. Now, this is not a new activity for us, but I was really attuned to his reaction to me. It was just as arousing for me to recognize how much he loved my vagina as it was for him to be there to pleasure me. I'm lucky, I have a partner who loves pleasuring me, just for the sake of pleasuring me... more than he wants pleasure himself.  There is rarely an experience where I'm not his focus. Even when I'm making him my focus, I'm still his. This is after ten years! I'm not lucky, I'm blessed!

It was the inspiration to write this post, really. I wanted to share that, in terms of who you choose to be intimate with, it should be someone who just loves your body. Whether it's for that moment, that day, that month, that year, or for a lifetime--shouldn't the lover you take think that your body is just incomprehensibly amazing?!

If you don't have a lover, worship your own vagina! Spend time with it. Explore what you like. Try new things. Try new toys, and lubes, and textures. If you don't have a vagina (or simply don't identify with it), but enjoy sex with women, consider the beauty of the vagina for just a brief moment. There are so many ways to bring pleasure to a woman via her vagina. The clitoris, the hood, the labia, the G-Spot, the A-Spot, the... the... the...

Don't worry about what your vagina looks like. Every vagina is different. Some women have large labia (majora or minora). Some women have a clitoris that is very large, and some women have a clitoris that hides under the hood. Don't look to pornography to tell you what your vagina (or your lover's vagina) should look like, please. This is akin to looking at fashion magazines to tell you what you should look like. It's unrealistic and detrimental to your psyche. I think what can be said about body image can easily be translated to your genitals, if you love them, others will love them too.

I was out with some friends recently and dating, lovers, sex... all of that came up in conversation. One said to me, quite enthusiastically I might add, "I don't want a girlfriend who only wants my vagina. I want a girlfriend who loves vagina. I want a girlfriend who looks at my body and loves all my parts!"

This is exactly true. Whether you're 120 pounds or 320 pounds, you should be with someone who loves your parts. Someone who wants to pleasure your parts. Someone who worships your vagina. I hope that anyone who's spending time in your garden, thinks it's amazing... if not, it's time to find a new gardener, if you get what I'm saying!

**Note to readers: I did not address the topic of those who do not wish to have their genitals touched because that is their preference. I would never suggest to someone that they engage in a sexual behavior that is undesirable to them. Same goes for those who are asexual and do not wish to engage in any sexual activity, regardless of their (or their partner's) gender and/or sex.**

Surviving a Near-Divorce

I mentioned in my post about my new goals for this blog that I was taking questions, and actually got one from a commenter that same night! I'm STOKED!

The question was: How did you survive a near divorce? Well, to make a long story short, communication.

Now, I'll elaborate. In this major low point of our marriage, there was no infidelity. I have been changing as an individual for the past couple of years. In a 8.5 year marriage, it's not unexpected for individuals to change; however, my husband felt, and still feels, that I changed very quickly. It felt like a slap in the face. Especially when so much of me was changing; and how I identified sexually was the biggest issue for him. (I'll save the explanation of my sexual orientation for another day, not that it needs to be addressed, unless inquiring minds want to know that badly!) The biggest issue, for me, was feeling like I wasn't being treated with respect.

There were huge fights. Threats of divorce. Threats of custody battles. Many threats. Many hurtful things were said. It came right down to the point where we both had to make the conscious choice to either stay and try as hard as we can to make it work, or cut our losses and start over. We decided to fight. Whether we chose it because we didn't want to lose each other, or whether we wanted to do this for the sake of our children, none of that mattered. Whatever our individual reasons were, we chose to try and make it work. (Bah! For the sake of full-disclosure, I'll admit that I chose mostly because I love him.)

That was the turning point. The choice. Making the decision to stay and fight allowed us to lower our defenses and actually communicate for the first time in months. Now that we knew that both of us were going to try and make this work, sharing our feelings and fears openly was less scary. We knew that the other was still going to be there even when all the issues were on the table.

You may be wondering why "we saw a counselor" isn't part of the scenario. (Since I want to be a therapist, I will say that you should be wondering that. Counseling is a huge piece of the puzzle for making a marriage in distress work.) The simple answer is that we did see a counselor, a few years ago, for other issues. We knew how to communicate. We knew the tools. It was simply a matter of being rededicated to making it work in order for us to access those tools. We did, also, see a counselor this time as well. Once. Finances kept us from returning, but even the first (and only) session helped us map out the issues we needed to address, and that was huge for us.

So, now... How do you survive a near divorce? Choice, Counseling, and Communication. Hm, the 3-Cs of repairing a marriage? Should I patent that?

Sexuality in General

The inspiration for this post is from a facebook status I read last night.

Why are we so afraid of sexuality? Not sexual orientation (though I don't understand that either), but sexuality in and of itself. Basically, I just want to know why it is that most people enjoy and love sex, but are afraid to talk about it, admit we enjoy it, admit we use vibrators and dildos, or that some of us enjoy a kinkier flavor of sex? I guess what I fail to understand is how, as a society, we call for the breakdown of conservative thinking, but still feel like sex is taboo?

Personally, I feel like it is something that has been ingrained from older, more traditional generations. But here's the catch, if we're trying to break away from that, isn't it our responsibility to break down those barriers? We  can't expect to raise up a generation that is free from the bondage (*snort* I don't mean that kind of bondage!) of the traditional mindset if we don't do it ourselves. I'm not suggesting that everyone disregard their filter. Goodness knows, a modicum of modesty is still appreciated by me. I simply don't see the point in slut-shaming your neighbor because you found out she likes to get a little freaky!

So, tell me what you think!

A New Goal(s)

I know, I know. I haven't been here in a very long time. I've been busy with roller derby, family, a near-divorce, and all kinds of other things! I did decide that I am going back to school, which means a couple of things:

1. That I will probably have less time for what I want to do here.
2. That I'm finally going to start doing what I want someday, which is to counsel survivors, couples, and individuals in sexual health and other issues. I'm a little scared.

What do I want to do here? Well, I want to start answering your questions! Any questions you may have about sex, toys, being a survivor, I want them and I will either answer them in a video or in a text post.

I'm really excited to start this endeavor and I'm looking even more forward to hearing what kinds of things are on your mind! I'll also be posting stories (<-- like that one) here. 

First Time (working title)--Open Topic (erotica)--NSFW

We've been dancing this dance for a while. A lot of flirting. A little kissing. It's all very well and good, but it's time to move on from this. The steps, while fun, are starting to get repetitious and I'm a little ADD.

I understand why it's awkward. My situation is not the socially-accepted convention, and it's hard to give in to something that seems so wrong. I notice a curiosity in your eyes and I wonder if you're not a little intrigued by the whole thing. How would this work?

I pull you aside, and in a room full of people, it's hard not to be heard. I look at you and, for once, you don't look away. “Tonight,” I say, low enough that only you can hear me, but loud enough that the jukebox doesn't drown me out. I needn't have worried because you were reading my lips. It seems like since the first time we kissed, you are always looking at my them. I sneak a kiss because you look so eager.

Desire burns through me as I touch your lips, and I can tell by the intake of breath that I'm not alone in my desires. I turn from you and start saying goodbye to my friends.

I go sit in my car for a few minutes and let it warm up. Within five minutes, you're sitting in the passenger seat. Finally, I have you completely alone. I never thought it'd happen.

“I can't take you home with me,” I say to you.

“We can go to my apartment. I have a roommate though. I don't know how you feel about that.”

“I'm okay with that. I like being discreet, but I'm not hiding anything. I'm not doing anything wrong,” I reply. Your shoulders tense up and I can see that you're still having trouble with this. I lean over and kiss you, really kiss you for the first time since this dance started. Your shoulders relax as you get lost in the kiss, and I pull away from you with my hand on the back of your sexy, slender neck. “You know we have an arrangement. This is not about my relationship with him. You're not taking me away from him. This is in addition to loving him, not in spite of...”

You're staring at me intensely, and for once, I can't read the look in your eyes. I know there's confusion and indecision, but there's something else too. You turn your body, and I have a moment of panic because I think you're leaving. Instead, you settle back in seat and say, “I don't live far from here.”

From there you give me directions to your apartment. We luck out and your roommate is already sleeping. We sit on the couch and you immediately stand up. “Would you like a glass of wine? I would like a glass of wine.” It's so cute how nervous you are. Truth be told, my insides are doing somersaults in my throat. “No. But if you have a beer, I'd be okay with that.”

You walk into the kitchen then with two beers.

“Are you sure you're okay with everything that's going on here?” I ask. “I know this is kind of intense. I'm not just married, but I've also never been with a woman. Are you sure this is something you can handle?”

You take a long draw from your beer and I get worried again. “Yeah. I think I can.” I look at you, our bodies are angled towards each other, our knees are touching and I am rubbing your legs with both of my hands, “Are you sure? I want to do this, but I need you to be sure.” You look nervous and shy, it's all very hot. The look in your eyes changes as you stare at me. I feel your eyes wander my body and you lean in and kiss me again. The butterflies in my stomach are going crazy.

The kissing intensifies, my hands are wandering, exploring under your shirt. I lay you back on the couch and have you pinned under my body. My hands can't get enough of your soft skin, your supple flesh.

I stand up abruptly and you arch your eyebrow at me. I hold out my hand for yours and you use it to stand up. “Your room?” I ask. Your roommate may be asleep, but she's still home and I'm in no mood for an audience. You're leading me back to your bedroom. I'm nervous and giddy. You walk into your room and I stop at the door, so you walk back over to me and put your hands on my sides, pressing yourself against me.

“Come in,” you say in a low, enchanting voice. My whole body shivers as you press your pelvis against mine. You pull away from me, your fingers in my belt loops, and pull me into your room and close the door behind me.

You take off your shirt, you're not wearing a bra, and your breasts are full and heavy. They seem to ache for touch. You're like a siren, calling to me, and I cannot resist you. I grab your waist and pull you closer to me. My hands are on your back. Your skin is warm and smooth. My hands glide all over your exposed flesh. I am caressing your breasts tenderly. Tentatively. I don't want to fumble. This part I've done before. I am crushing your mouth, then kissing your cheeks. I start to kiss, lick, and nibble your slender neck.

My hands are traveling down from your breasts, down your rib cage, tracing the hourglass shape of your body down to your hips. My hands pause at the top of your jeans. I pull back and look at you again, roaming your body with my eyes. My hands slide forward to the button of your pants and begin to fumble with the button. My heart is racing. This is where all my confidence flies away. My hands are trembling, and I can tell you want to help me, but you don't and I'm appreciative of your awareness of my needs.

I manage to get your jeans undone and slide them down your legs. You step out of them and kick them away from where we're standing. I awkwardly guide you to the bed and have you sit on the edge. I kneel in front of you and pull your knees apart, then slowly crawl into the space between them. I'm looking up at you, afraid. I feel like a young child, despite the fact that I'm older than you. You're staring at me, then you lean down to kiss me, reassuringly. I feel comforted by the act, and annoyed that I needed it so badly. I try to push my insecurity away as the kiss intensifies.

Once more, I'm at your breasts. I'm a little more at ease in this familiar territory. I take one of your nipples to my mouth. I'm caressing it with my tongue, and there's conviction in my movements. I'm tender and sensual, but firm with my tongue. I feel your nipple harden, letting me know you're aroused. I flick your nipple with my tongue. I tug gently with my teeth. My hand is kneading your other breast and mimicking the motions of my tongue with my fingers. I look up at you during this, and that is when I see your eyes closed and you're breathing heavily. I'm encouraged by my view and continue onto your other breast with my mouth, putting my warm hand where my mouth once was. You let a moan escape. It's barely audible to my ear, but I can feel it vibrate your chest. My pussy clenches.

After some time, I reluctantly remove my mouth from your breasts. Our eyes meet again, and all that's there is desire. We kiss again, but not for long. I want to feel the rest of you; taste the rest of you. I am kissing down your arms, your breasts, your ribs, your soft stomach. I back up a little on my knees and you stand up to remove your underwear. You're wearing these almost brief-looking boy shorts. I move your hands away from the waist band and take a long look at you. I start sliding them down your hips slowly. Kissing your hip bones as I expose them. I'm running my lips across the top of your pelvis where your pubic hair stops. Your underwear is down around your ankles now and the smell of your wetness is intoxicating.

I plunge my tongue into your bush in a clumsy attempt to find your clit. I feel your body shake a little from the giggle you let escape. I heard it, but it doesn't deter. I finally find your button and I hear your breath suck in. My hands are cupping your ass, supporting you as I tickle your clit with my tongue. Your hands are in my hair, hanging on, but not pulling or pushing my head. I stare up at you and you're starting to bring your head back up from where it had fallen back when I hit your center. You look down, our eyes meet, you smile, I push harder against your clit, your eyes widen.

I want more of you. I want to do more with you. I let go of your ass and pull away from you. I stand up and kiss you again. “Lie down, please,” I whisper. You start to oblige me, but stop. Instead you remember what I've completely forgotten, and that is that I am still completely clothed and you are seeking to change this. I am immediately anxious and start to pull away a little. You grab my hand, “Hey, I wouldn't be here with you if there was anything to be ashamed of.” I can't look you in the eyes, but I stop resisting. You lift my shirt over my head, then undo my jeans and slide them down. You sit me on the edge of the bed, take off my shoes, and complete the task. You kneel up in front of me, reaching your arms to my back and undo my bra.

You leave my panties be for the moment. “Sit against the wall.” You aren't asking. I oblige, if anything, out of curiosity. You straddle me and begin to kiss me. My arms go around your waist and I pull you close to me while we kiss. My left hand is roaming your body and stops on your thigh. I bring it down and start to finger you while we kiss. I tease your clit and slowly work my finger back to your pussy. I dip one, then two fingers into you and slowly search for your G-spot. I know I've found it when you pull out of the kiss and plant yourself down on my hand. I keep massaging your cunt and use my right thumb to start rubbing your clit.

You bring your feet under my thighs for support. You're moaning loudly now and I wonder if I'm actually going to make you cum. I'm a little surprised that you're enjoying this as much as you seem to be, but I'm not stopping to ask if you're okay. You're grabbing your breasts and rocking gently, but steadily against my fingers. My thumb is between your hood and your clit and I start to work my thumb faster to match your own speed, and use a touch more pressure. You're starting to sweat a little and all doubt I had as to your pleasure vanishes.

We continue on like this for another minute or two, when suddenly your cunt is gripping my fingers like a vice, and you crash down onto me. Your head is on my chest. You're moaning loudly. Your body is trembling. I'm in awe. With myself. With you. I commit those sounds, those feelings, to memory. I'm kissing your neck, your cheeks, your shoulders. I pull my hands away from you and hold you tight.

You've caught your breath and you're snuggled up against my chest, still straddling me, enjoying the aftermath of your orgasm. I'm caressing your back, hips, arms. You climb off of my lap and I lie down across your bed. I pull you down into my arms on top of me and start kissing you again. Your hand is getting adventurous, seeking all the little spots that will get me to moan, groan, or giggle from being tickled. I reach my hand to yours and hold it for a minute. I stop kissing you and just stare into your eyes.

“Is everything okay?” you ask. “Don't you want this?”

“Yeah, I do. Just.” I sigh. “I just wanted to say...”

“Say what? Whatever you have to say, it's okay.”

I pull you down for a quick hug, then admit something I feared. “It's just that I am nervous...”

“Uh-huh.” Oh, how I hate interjections.

I roll my eyes at you as the only signal of my irritation, “... and when I'm nervous it's not easy for me to have an orgasm, and um...”

You start to giggle. Now I'm embarrassed and defensive. I open my mouth to express my frustration, but I'm met with your lips. At first, the kiss is playful but it quickly deepens and becomes voracious. You move on top of me and are grinding up against me as you kiss me. I grab your shoulders and pull you off of me enough to make you take me seriously, and you slide off of me to left side and stare back at me. Your expression slightly annoyed and bemused.

“What...” I start. You interject. Have I mention how much I hate interjections? I am glaring a little.

“That, to me, was honest, and I took it as a challenge. I want you to lay back and let go. I want you to just feel this. Feel me.”

You're back on my mouth, kissing me. Your hands are on my breasts, kneading them. You're making your way down my body and put your fingers inside the elastic of my panties. You reach in and smile big at me.

“You're not shaved!”

“Um, no.”

“Do you know how many girls shave? I hate it.”

You dip your fingers into my pussy. You've found my clit and I groan. I try to relax, to feel you, as you asked, but you're looking into my eyes and it makes me nervous. You plunge two fingers into my cunt and plant your thumb firmly on my clit. It feels amazing and I finally succumb to the sensations and close my eyes. Maybe someday I can watch you watch me; but this night, my first time, is not the night. You continue to massage my breasts with one hand while you fuck me with the other. You're building up speed and I'm relishing the waves of pleasure that are washing over me, bringing me closer to orgasm. Then, you come to a stop. I come down off my pleasure high and open my eyes to see what's going on. I no sooner prop my head up than you have your face buried in my pussy. Your velvety tongue is soft and hot as it explores me. My head drops back onto the bed and I start to get lost in the sensations. You make your tongue flat and firm and start lapping at my clit. You've got your fingers caressing my labia and teasing me. I grind up against your fingers to let you know that I want you to fuck me again. After a few attempts, you start to get the picture, but you pull your hand away a bit.

“Hmm? What's that?” you ask, playfully. I groan and whimper a bit. “I don't understand what you want, you should ask me.”

I'm embarrassed that you're toying with me. Where did all the understanding we had earlier go? I don't give up control very easily and my ego is a little wounded at the moment, but I know you won't give me what I want unless I ask.

“Please, will you fuck me?” I finally ask, barely audible.

“I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. What do you want?”

I'm angry, but I'm aching for you. You're not touching me at all now, and so I grudgingly say a little louder, “Please. Fuck me.”

I think you get the hint that if you push me further, neither of us will get what we're looking for, so you don't demand my politeness, and I wonder to myself, how did we get here?

You push two fingers into me and start fucking me roughly. Your fingers, luckily enough, are not too long, so you're hitting all the right spots; they're also a little thick and make me feel fuller than I expected. I want you to put your mouth on me again, but I refuse to ask for anything again because my pride is still bruised. I try to forget what I am wanting and, instead, just focus on what's going on. I'm close to orgasm. I'm getting out of breath. My moaning is getting louder. A few choice words escape from under my breath, and with that, I hear you giggle again. You're watching me, I realize. I try to put it out of my mind, but it's so damn distracting. My face must be giving it away because, before I even have a chance to try and put it out of my mind, you're tongue hits my clit.

I am taken by surprise, “Aaaahhh---aaahh.” At least you know I'm distracted!

“Fuck, that feels good!” I blurt out. Your mouth is working vigorously while your fingers work on my G-spot. Waves of pleasure are crashing over me, repeatedly. I'm no longer aware of where I am, or my volume. I'm so close to orgasm that I finally let go of my inhibitions, and right then I finally come. I'm yelling, moaning, laughing... It's all good, I'm relaxed and feeling the aftershocks course through me.

You crawl up and lie down beside me. You are so smug, and I want to be irritated but it all feels too good right now to give in to that feeling.

We look at each other and both give in to the giggling that's been bubbling under the surface since the night started; we release our nervous energy. You're stroking my hair and kissing me. I'm caressing your shoulders and back, tracing the curves from your ribs to your hip and savoring the feel of your smooth supple skin.

After laying there for a short while, I get up and start to get dressed. “Going so soon?” I turn back to look at you. You look confused and a little dejected.

“Yeah, I need to get home.” The reality of our situation is dawning on us. Both of us know that there may never be more than this night.

You'll Want to Plant this Seed in your Garden

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Tickle Me... Wait! Spank Me!

As I explore my sub side more and more, I'm discovering that I like the rough more than the sensual side of role-playing.  Luckily, when I picked up the Starburst Tickler from Sportsheets at Babeland, I was able to use it for both.



This tickler is made of plastic and feathers.  The tag nor the Sportsheets or Babeland websites offer the specific type of feathers they are.  I presume they've been dyed into red and black.  Sportsheets offers them in six different colors; however, Babeland only stocks red at this time. The feathers are very soft and are glued in well.  Some firm, but gentle, tugging did not dislodge any of the feathers.  I wouldn't recommend trying too hard to get the feathers out, because I'm sure at some point you will succeed!  The handle is plastic with the Sportsheets logo molded onto the handle.  You only want to share this between fluid-bound partners as there is no way to actually sterilize this item.  If you're not fluid bound, you should both have your own if you both want to use this on genitals.

This beautiful tickler is great for exploring the sensual side of role-play.  It's easily used to tickle and tease any erogenous zone you have.  I particularly enjoyed being tickled on breasts, torso, and labia.  You can also use it for Maid scenes as a prop to "dust off the dirty furniture" of whatever you do during those scenes.  Personally, I'm not a good housekeeper, nor do I play one in the bedroom.

While these feathers feel awesome, as I said before, I'm much more into the rough part of kinky play, and I found that the shaft and handle of this tickler makes a decent short cane.  I'm no expert at caning, and don't even own a dedicated cane, but I really think I may have to invest, because the experience with this end of the tickler was very arousing!  The shaft is wonderfully sturdy but has a nice "whippy" quality that delivers a delicious sting to the ass, thighs, and genitals. 

If you're looking for something that can give you a variety of sensations, head over to Babeland and pick up the Starburst Tickler by Sportsheets!

Best Lesbian Erotica 2011--A Review

One of my latest picks from Babeland is Best Lesbian Erotica 2011,  which is edited by Kathleen Warnock.  It is introduced by Lea DeLaria, who also selected the installments.  This is a paperback book that is well-bound.  I had no problems with pages or the spine being anything short of perfect.  If you're looking for discretion in a book, something to carry with you, you might want to consider a book cover.  The sexy naked female bodies on the front, with one of their bare asses up in the air and the words: "BEST LESBIAN EROTICA" on the front cover is nothing, if not obvious. 

Best Lesbian Erotica 2011 features 20 erotic stories in varying degrees of sexual states.  From chance encounters, to pursuance of a sexy playmate, to hardcore humiliation, and everything else in between.  With submissions from well-known voices in the writing world such as Mr. Sinclair Sexsmith and D.L. King, this volume of erotica promises to bring you varied and delicious stories that will appeal to anyone with any sexual tastes.  There are also tales from lesser known and even foreign erotica writers.  I can't imagine how hard it must have been to select which entries made it into this volume!

Here's an excerpt from one of my favorite stories, "The Sweet Tooth Never Fades" by Erica Gimpelevich. 

I'm getting faster and faster.  It starts to feel frenzied, my screwing her.  She's saying " Oh, oh," over and over in different pitches, some high and some deep in her throat.  Her cunt feels like a handle, with my fingers curled to hit her G-spot, like I can use it to pick her up.  Without warning I pull out and wipe the lube off on her.  Her pubes are like steel wool, trimmed enough to scratch at my hand, but long enough to curl.

"Don't stop." She sounds desperate.

Just retyping this for you has my face flushing; and that's just a peek at the decadently erotic stories that await you in Best Lesbian Erotica 2011. 

There are several power-struggle submissions.  The roughest is "My Precious Whore," by Xan West.  In this story there is humiliation and a definite Master/Slave dynamic that is laid bare.  But another story that isn't nearly as hard is "Little Lou," by french author Gala Fur, which details an encounter at an art show that specializes in BDSM art. 

For those of you who appreciate the more sweet and romantic stories, I really enjoyed "Carried Away in Santa Fe," by Charlotte Dare; and "The Number 91," by Heidi Champa.  In "Carried Away in Santa Fe," two long time friends explore their feelings for each other.  It was a nice, and hot, story that made me want to believe in happy endings.  "The Number 91" is about a woman who sees another one every day on the train and then finally gets her chance.

Another story that I really enjoyed was "Painted Nails and Puppy Dog Tails," by Giselle Renard.  This story is all about one woman trying hard to impress the Rockabilly bombshell that works at a salon in the neighborhood.  She finally gets up the courage to make a play and it turns steamy.  How steamy? Well, maybe I'll let the author tell you:

She took my clit between her lips and sucked it like a cock.  She was incredible.  She made me sweat.  She made me whimper.  I could barely breathe as I looked down at her veiled head attacking my body.  I could feel her arousal as she pressed her ass against the far side of the footbath....

 Right?  Hot! 

If you like tales of female-bodied women, gender-bending, strap-on sex, and so on, pick this book up!  Hurry!  Babeland carries it at a great price with great customer service!  And maybe pick up a new toy to go with it!

Can I Crash Here Too?

While Babeland offers Sex Toys for a Passionate World, they also offer a variety of porn from the hetero-normative to queer, vanilla to kink, and everything in between.  So, when Babeland offered me a Crash Pad DVD to watch, I didn't know what to expect.  I don't watch a lot of porn, and I am completely new to the concept of "Queer" or "Feminist" porn.  In three short words:  I liked it.

Volume Six of this series is called "Wide Open", is produced by Pink and White Productions, and has five very different and highly erotic scenes.  The DVD also includes bonus materials.  There are interviews with the actors that include behind the scene footage of each scene.  These interviews were very interesting and entertaining.  I enjoyed hearing more about the different actors and their feelings on their work.  But enough about the behind the scenes, you want to know what happens, right?

The premise, or at least what I can gather about it, is that the Crash Pad is an apartment in San Francisco.  In the Crash Pad you are likely to engage in the most mind blowing sex you've ever experienced.  But, if you get to use the Crash Pad, there are some rules.  Though it's not covered in the Wide Open DVD, just a little research gave me the house rules.  Call first; the Pad is first come, first serve.  You must answer the phone or leave it off the hook.  You can only use the Pad seven times.  Once you've used it your seventh time, you must pass the key along to someone else.  Being that this is feminist, queer porn, I would assume that it would be another person of that category; however, one thing I'm learning more and more about the queer community is not to make assumptions.

As for Wide Open, it starts off with a scene with Jiz Lee and Dylan Ryan.  Both of them are fairly well-known in the world of pornography, especially in the Queer Porn genre.  In this scene, this couple has an extra rule.  They cannot kiss.  This proves to be a challenge for them because it is quite obvious that these two have a deeper connection than simply acting together on camera.  This scene is playful, erotic, and you can tell they are having fun together.  The highlight of this scene is the introduction of the Eleven, by NJoy.  This scene is what has sold me on my own desire to get this toy.  They not only use this toy on each other, but use it together in a particularly hot tribbing session.

The next scene is a hard core BDSM humiliation scene featuring Casey Grey and Tina Horn.  Casey is in complete control of the insolent, slutty, messy Tina, and Tina gets punished for her transgressions.  Legs tied up at the knees, an amazing strap-on cock, and spankings make up most of the scene; not to mention some forced orgasm play with a Hitachi Magic Wand.  Tina really should know better.

The third scene features two trans guys (FTM, for those who aren't aware), gorgeous Cyd Loverboy and James Darling.  Who wants their boots licked? That'd be Cyd, who takes control of James, who's tied up with nowhere to go.  If you like punching, cock sucking, and power play, this is the scene for you.  And to be sure, there is some amazing cock sucking going on in this scene.

Ever wonder what it would be like to pick up a sexy bad boi on the side of the road?  Carson and Ray show you what can happen.  Do you want to know what's hotter than a sexy queer with a strap on? Two.  This scene includes cock sucking at its best and then Carson takes Ray for a ride.  As performers who had never acted together before, this scene had a lot of chemistry.

The final scene rivals the first one as my favorite.  Featuring Shawn (aka Syd Blakovich) and Princess Donna.  While it could be considered the most "vanilla" scene in the bunch, there is a genuine tenderness and care that Shawn takes with the Princess.  This scene is primarily about the aftercare.  It starts off with Shawn undressing the Princess and it quickly turns even more erotic.  This scene defies all the other scenes with its lack of toys or apparatuses.  Tongues and fingers do all the work in this scene and it is beautiful and erotic.

Like I said, there are interviews as well.  I took great care to watch all of them and found them fascinating.  I simply didn't want them to end.  It was great to see these wonderful people interact with their costars after the fact.  There was a genuine respect and love in each one of the interviews; even with the only two who'd never been together prior, Carson and Ray.

To say that I enjoyed it more than I thought I would is an understatement.  As someone who is in a monogamous marriage with a man, queer sex is not a world that is opened up to me often.  This was a surprising foray into that and I am very aroused by it.  My very hetero-normative husband did not enjoy it nearly as much, so I usually only watch it for my own solo sessions.  If you enjoy feminist porn, or if you just like seeing real orgasms and great chemistry, definitely check out the Crash Pad series.  Pick it up at Babeland!

Tied in Black Satin

I had been toying with the idea of being tied for a little while now.  I know My Mr enjoys it, but for many reasons it's never been something I could come to grips with.  I have issues with having my choice, my will, taken from me.  I like to be the one to give the pain, not receive it.  Finally, I decided to give it a try, I had two conditions.  My first condition was that my wrists could be bound, and I could be blindfolded, but I MUST be able to move my arms.  I had to feel like I had a way to defend myself.  No, I wouldn't need to, but I needed to be able to feel like I could.  The second condition was that it would be a sensual experience with no spanking or any kind of implement-play involved.  Basically, anything that I normally found pleasurable would be okay, but I wouldn't be able to see it coming.  For a first time being tied up, I'm glad My Mr understands my fears and was willing to accommodate.  I'm so lucky!

So when I was searching sex toy stores for something to try, I came across Babeland's Satin Bondage Kit.  It looked so soft and smooth, I knew I wanted to try it.  For real satin, this was pretty reasonably priced and even better, was provided to me in exchange for my honest review!  It looked pretty non-threatening and that was key for me.

It arrived in a very discreet box that made no indication that I had received an item from a sex shop.  This is great for me because I live in a duplex and have VERY nosy neighbors.  When I opened the box to reveal my new find, I was met be a delicious black satin drawstring pouch.  It was so soft to touch.  Inside the pouch were my two 5-foot (Right?!) satin sashes and a satin blindfold that ties.  I was really impressed with the blindfold.  I've purchased blindfolds before that say they're satin and soft and end up being nylon and kind of rough.  They get the job done of course, but who wants to buy a product that isn't what it says? Not me!  That's not the case with Babeland's satin blindfold in this kit.  It's very luxurious.  It does have Babeland's logo on one side of it, so if you or your partner don't want to look at it in the middle of your bondage, just go ahead and turn it around, both sides are equally soft and satiny! 

After about 30 minutes of having my wrists bound together, my hands started falling asleep.  I really enjoyed my time, for the most part (details to come later) and will probably go ahead and engage in this more often.  We've also had fun thinking up creative ways we can use the sashes beyond tying me up.  As a doggy-style strap.  A cock-and-balls device. A ribbon for my hair.  A belt.  There are lots of things you can do with these, but for what they're designed to do, they do a great job too!  Pick some up at Babeland's website or in store if you're lucky enough to have a Babeland brick and mortar available to you!

Click This: A Review

One thing that has been a big part of my sexual rediscovery has been masturbation.  Alone time with myself, discovering what feels good, finding hidden treasures along my body has been exciting and freeing.  Discovering new textures of sex toys is a very fun experience as well.  I can't keep that discovery to myself.  So, being a good wife, have decided, from time-to-time, to pick up some things for My Mr.  I can't keep it all to myself, right?  Well, I guess I can but it's not very nice!

The last time I perused the Babeland website looking for something, I decided to get My Mr a Tenga Egg.  I've been eying these for some time and thought, "What a great thing for a quick fix!"  Tenga Eggs are designed to be a one-shot masturbation sleeve that comes in a variety of textures; however, if you are careful to be gentle with it and clean it appropriately, it could last longer but likely not more than 2-3 times.  When you order them in singles on Babeland, you never know what you'll get, as there's not a place for selecting your desired texture.  We received the "Clicker" texture which has cylindrical, hollow knobs that protrude from the inside of the egg.  Made of a squishy TPE (thermoplastic elastic or elastomer), the small egg can stretch over a quite a bit of length and girth.  Before My Mr tried it out, I decided to check it out and get my own textile reactions.  I was able to get it over my entire fist and even stretch out my fingers a little.  Very stretchy.  I was very impressed.

Due to illnesses and TOM running rampant throughout the household, it took us quite some time to actually get around testing this product out.  We eventually tried it out on a night when I was still a little too sick (i.e., hacking up several lungs... one might not have even been mine) but I really wanted to do something for My Mr.  I pulled out the egg, poured some of the provided lube (which feels silicone-based, but I could be wrong) into the egg and onto him, and set to work on his cock.  I was careful to make sure that he could feel the texture all along his manhood from the very tip to the base of his shaft.  He enjoyed the texture immensely while I was working it for him.  I did noticed that the lube did make the outside of the egg more tacky to the touch, but that helped me a little with gripping the egg.

We did switch off so that he could test it himself.  When My Mr masturbates he prefers a much tighter grip than when I'm pleasuring him.  He sets to work with one goal: orgasm, so it is a little difficult for him to take too much time dedicated to gentle work.  It's what I'm there for, right?  So, to get this tighter grip, he had to pull the egg down over him tighter and then all the "clicks" were not felt.  I think with a texture like the Spider or the Silky or the Wavy, this wouldn't have been as much of a problem and he would have continued to feel it all over even when pulled tight.

So, next time you're perusing Babeland for passionate play items, check out these delightful little treasures.  They're an inexpensive way to add a little change-up to your own man's routine.  A little side note too, if you own a wand-style massager like the Hitachi, you can also turn these inside out and use it as a textured attachment to add a little something to those deep vibrations.

Trying New Things

I haven't been around for quite some time due to illness and the children's illnesses.  JOY! 

There are a couple of things that My Mr and I have been working on in the bedroom.  One of them is fisting!  WHOA!  By no means are we there yet, but we're working on it.  We decided to try this after much reading on the subject.  One thing I noticed when reading testimonials is that aside from feeling really full and having the potential for amazing g-spot orgasms, they all claim a level of intimacy unlike anything they've ever known!  This was something we had to try.  We've been working on it slowly over the past month.  We are by no means there yet, but it is intense and very erotic if you take the time to maintain other play while trying this.  The level of intimacy was unlike what I expected.  It's so intense and we feel so close afterward.

The other thing we've been delving into is a bit of the bondage world.  To put it plainly, we've barely got a toe dipped into these deep waters, but it is something that we're exploring.  Mostly as myself as the domme.  I've got some pretty deep-seated issues about rape and control that stands as a barrier to allow me to be a sub, but it works out well because My Mr very much likes me to be in control during our sessions. 

I did allow My Mr to tie me up one time recently.  First time in our entire 9-years together.  I'm going to blog about it on the Eden Cafe, and I will be sure to let all of you know how all this turns out.

I don't plan to take such a long hiatus from blogging here again, unless of course children and I get sick again.

Who Smears Yumminess? Winner Announced

You all have made me feel so awesome with all the comments and tweets!  I was so worried that with my first giveaway, I'd only have one or two contestants!  I don't exactly have an established blog yet!

The great news is this will be to you in time for a sexy Valentine's Day if that's what you want to save it for, or you can use it right away!

I did this the only way I know how and used Random.org to use their random number generator! (Man I need to learn to number my comments!!)

And the winner is:  Venus!  Congratulations Venus!  You are the proud winner of a 1 oz jar of Babeland Toys' Body Chocolate!  Enjoy!

Not home today!

You won't actually find a post here from me today.  Today, you can find me at the Eden Cafe.  A place where Eden community members go and share a little bit about themselves.

Or in my case, A LOT about themselves!  Enjoy the post!  And please, comment on the Eden Cafe comments page, not here.  Thanks a lot!

If you're here for the contest, you'll want to go here.  Don't forget!  The contest ends next Thursday night and you must comment to earn your initial entry and you can retweet daily for extra entries, provided you comment!

Smears of Yum!

I started this blog to have a place where I can expound on my adventures in my sexual explorations and also to expand my reviews.  When I was researching companies to write reviews for, I was encouraged to check out Babeland Toys.

Babeland is a great place for anyone looking for toys or education on sex, but they excel at being very female oriented and friendly.  In a realm that is dominated by men and their preferences, it's very nice to find a place that have the ladies as their focus.

When I saw what was available to review at Babeland I was very impressed.  There were a variety of items available for review.  Sex toys, sensual aids, light bondage items, and even books!  Oh the decisions!  Eventually I decided on their Body Chocolate!

Link not working but there is a link above!

 

If being organic, vegan, or fair trade are concerns for you, this is a great product as it meets all three of these criteria.  Personally, it's not an issue for me, but it's so yummy and it's great to know I'm not putting any extra junk in my body.  Want to know what it's made of?  Of course you do!

Sucrose (Organic Sugar)
Theobroma cacao (Organic Cocoa)
Cocos nucifera (Organic Coconut) Oil
Vitis vinifera (Grape) Seed Oil
Vanilla planifolia (Vanilla) Extract
Tocopherol (Vitamin E)

On to the good part!  TESTING!!!!  I received the 1 oz jar in a plain brown box.  That was great because I like for my packages to be discreet as I share a front porch with a neighbor and I have kids.  When it arrived it was godawful cold here and so I had to let it sit for a couple hours before tasting it.  But a sniff-test proved that this was going to be rich and delicious.

Then began the planning.  When would I use this?  How would I use this?  Who will be using this?  Of course, once it melted a little, I realized that I would be the primary partaker.  I don't know if it was the jar I got, the fact that it had solidified in the arctic temperatures here in the Midwest, or if this is the standard taste, but it did have a definitive coconut taste.  Kind of like melted Mounds!  (All you dirty-minded people stop sniggering!)  I chalked it up to the coconut oil and the cold temperature.  I still loved the way that it tasted.  Rich and dark and chocolaty with a coconut taste mixed in!

We ended up using this during a passion filled night.  Probably our best night ever.  We drew on each other.  We wrote on each other.  We kissed and licked.  But by far, my favorite way to use this is to coat My Mr's package for oral sex!

So.  Do you want to try it?  Oh, you know you want to try it!  Well.  Here's your chance!  FOR FREE!  Babeland Toys is going to give one winner their very own 1 oz jar of their signature body chocolate!

How to enter:

• Leave a comment here on my blog telling me an experience you've had using chocolate in bed OR how you plan on using this.  You cannot just leave a generic comment!  This is an adult site so there's nothing to be ashamed of!  You must leave an initial comment.

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Contest closes at 11:59 on 1/13/11.... Winners to be announced on 1/14/11!  Good Luck!!!

From The Gods?

According to Greek mythology, Harmonia was the daughter of Ares, the god of war, and Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, love, and sexuality!  Granted, Harmonia's marriage to Cadmus was wrought with misfortune and grief, she is the goddess of harmony and concord, and her name alone evokes passion and loveliness. 

The Harmonia by Close2You, evokes much of the same feelings.  I read every review available on Eden Fantasys before deciding to purchase this lovely piece.  It seemed that everyone who had tried it had managed to find their g-spot and have orgasms with this and I needed a piece of that action!  Finally, I received my Holiday Coupon from Eden, converted my points, used all my accrued gift cards, and put it into the cart (along with a few other choice items).

Anxiously, I awaited my delivery.  I honestly don't think I'd ever been that excited for a package from Eden before.  Possibly for my Amethyst, but even still, I'm not sure.  When our package arrived, I opened it immediately.  I saw the beautiful box that Close2You's products come in and just about died.

Let me talk about this packaging for a minute, okay?  Beautiful white box that is nice, quality cardboard.  There are two drawers.  The first contains the Harmonia, which comes nestled in a sturdy foam inset.  The drawer below it is where all the accessories are.  It comes with a beautiful purple velvet bag; a sample of their water-based lube, Glissando (which EF does not carry); a purple silicone cock ring; batteries; and a toy wipe.  Yay!  Gifts with purchase!

We have tried everything except the toy wipe.  Their lube is very smooth, albeit a little runny.  Similar to Astroglide.  The cock ring was nice and stretchy and we were able to get it all the way around My Mr.'s package with very pleasing results.  The batteries ran out quickly; they basically lasted one use for me, but I also did not remove them from my toy after use, so I don't know if they would have lasted if I'd been more careful.                                                

This is such a nice toy.  It is made from a delightfully smooth silicone.  There is a seam in the center but you don't even notice it at all.  One of my favorite things about this toy is that there are two separate buttons.  One for "On/Off" and one to go through the vibrations and patterns.  This means if you're done, you don't have to cycle through, you can just turn it off.  There is no memory, however, so if you pass your pattern, you'll have to go cycle through it to get back to it.

One thing I should mention is that Close2You's idea behind these toys (others include the Opus, Sinfonia, Legamento, and Rhapsodia) is music.  So if you are at all musically adept or have studied any kind of music theory, you will hear music in the patterns.  Now I will go through the vibrations and patterns with you:

1. Low straight vibrations
2. Medium straight vibrations
3. High straight vibrations
4. Escalating vibrations with a short pause between cycles (do re miiii)
5. Short pulsing vibrations in a basic 4/4 time.  (do do do do)
6. Escalates upwards then three short pulses (think, do re mi fa fa fa), then cycles through
7. Six short pulses, then one long vibration, then cycles through (doo doo doo doo doo doo dooooooooooo)
8. Shorter steady vibration, then four shorter pulses and a longer steady vibration, then it pauses and starts again. (duuuuum dum dum dum dum duuuuummmmm)

For me, 4 and 7 are really good for warming up, 6 and 8 are the money patterns for me.  The rest are okay but don't really do much for me.  Although, to work on multiples, if I switch to the high setting after my first orgasm, I can achieve a couple more orgasms with some very light thrusting. And while the concept is musical, this toy is not very loud.  Under some covers and a closed door will make this silent to the outside world.

Since learning about my not-very-erectile g-spot, the design of this toy is kind of perfect for my body.  It's long enough to get to my sweet spot while still having enough of the handle to control the toy, and the large bulb really hits my g-spot nicely. And as a bigger woman, I have to say that it's very user-friendly.

Clean up is easy too.  Just a quick wash with your favorite toy cleaner (mine is Climax Bursts), or warm water and a mild soap, and you're good to go.  (If you're planning on sharing this, you can also spray it down with a 10% bleach solution and sterilize it.) It does collect a bit of lint, so you want to at least rinse it off before you use it.  Please, please only use water-based lubricants with this toy.  You do not want to damage such a lovely piece of orgasmic art.

Since music is the theme of this toy, I took the liberty of looking up the word "Harmony" on dictionary.com.  Yes, I already knew what the word meant, but I wanted to get a little technical.  The third definition is the most fitting.  Quite simply, it says "agreeable sounds."  Well, I think My Mr. can confirm that the noises I make when using this is quite agreeable indeed!

A Soft Coochy

I cannot begin to tell you how many times over the course of my marriage that My Mr. wished that I would shave my lady bits!  Often, I'd blow off the initial request.  It's time consuming and not an easy endeavor.  After about the 3rd request I usually will give in and take the hour to trim, then shave my girlie area.

Then.  Then the hair grows back.  The itching starts.  The bumps are painful.  And I tell My Mr.:  NEVER. AGAIN.  Until about 1 year goes by and I do it all over again.

So, at the beginning of this journey I was posed with the same question:  Please, will you shave for me?  I decided to go ahead and do it.  I had him trim me with a beard trimmer then took to the bathtub to shave it bare.  I managed to give myself a good shave and made the resolution that I would do this about every 2-3 days to avoid many of the problems that I encountered before. 

After about a month of maintaining I decided that I would try and find a product that is designed just for this purpose.  Since Eden is a shop that I really trust, along with the opinions of their community, I began searching Eden and came across Coochy, by Classic Erotica.  There are plenty of reviews for Coochy on the Eden website, so I got to reading and decided that this was the product I needed to try, along with the Protection Mist that is recommended.

Coochy is about the consistency of hair conditioner (and you can even use it as that if you would like).  I got it in the Green Tea scent and it smells almost exactly like Elizabeth Arden's Green Tea perfume.  It is a little strong, but still has a really soothing scent.

The Protection Mist has a much more pungent "herbal" scent, but once it dries it's gone and you are still left smelling like your Coochy Cream.  The purpose of this spray is that it will leave a smooth layer of protection between your freshly shaven skin and your clothing to avoid irritation.  I've found this even works on freshly shaven legs, which I decided to test since I have such terribly dry skin in the winter.  But, at the price, I do not do this every time I shave.

(For both of these products you will want to check out the ingredients on both items to make sure you are not allergic to anything before purchasing...these ingredients are available on the product pages linked throughout.)

I was really excited to try this out.  It came in the mail, in Eden's, usual discreet packaging, and I had it up in the bathroom within minutes.  I knew this was coming so I didn't shave for a couple of days.  I used a fresh razor, which is always important to avoid problems with nicks and razor burn.  I got a really smooth shave!  I was in love!  After showering and drying off, I used the Protection Mist, which has a 360-degree spray ability (which I think is really nice) and let it dry.  I got dressed and didn't even have the chafing that naturally happens to me when I put on panties after I shave.  (It's not usually bad, but I definitely can feel the material rubbing against the sensitive, exposed skin.)

After about 2 weeks of using this product I was having some difficulties with shaving.  More irritation than usual and not getting as close as I would like.  I did find that changing to the Venus disposable razors for sensitive skin did help and I also now do a preliminary shave with my body wash, then switch to the Coochy to get the closer shave.  This helped a lot and I got the closest, smoothest shave I've ever managed.

All in all, I would recommend this product to someone who wants to shave delicate skin, and I have already recommended it to friends.  The cream offers a nice layer of protection between your skin and the blade.  The mist offers protection from your clothing on freshly shaven skin.  Two solid wins for me!

A G-Spot Discovered!!!

"Mmmm.  Thank you God for the G-spot!"  I've been saying that for a few weeks now!

A little information about the G-spot.  It is erectile tissue that is located up above your pubic bone.  When you become aroused, the G-spot enlarges so that it is able to be stimulated during sex.  It feels like a nubbly sponge.  It's very textured and squishy.  How much tissue you have, how erect it becomes, how sensitive it is... well all that is individual to each woman.  So if you haven't found yours yet, take heart!  You are not alone and you are not dysfunctional.

This photo taken from http://www.disabled-world.com

(Well, maybe you are but that probably has nothing to do with your G-spot!  Then again, aren't we all a little dysfunctional??)

I am one of those women who never had an orgasm with intercourse.  My Mr. has always been very generous to make sure he gave me a clitoral orgasm, but I know that secretly (and sometimes not-so-secretly) he wondered if he was doing a good job since I couldn't orgasm.  Frankly, I think movies and TV are to blame for this misconception that sex feels amazing for women and orgasm every time they have sex.  Of course, after 9 years of having sex, he did finally realize that it's not him, it's really me.

I did, however, recently become obsessed with the idea of female ejaculation, which is sometimes called "squirting."  It's not that I don't like the term "squirt" but it's often a misconception to female ejaculation.  Not every woman who ejaculates will shoot her ejaculate across the room!  For some women it's slow and simply runs out of the paraurethral ducts that surround her urethra.  Anyway, this obsession has led me to scour the internet and have more exploratory play both solo and with my husband.

In my explorations with my husband of my G-spot I discovered that I needed a lot of pressure on my G-spot to get any sort of stimulation from it.  I also learned that the thrusting motion was not effective on my G-spot in order to achieve orgasm.  A massaging technique was necessary.  At first it was uncomfortable because I felt like I had to pee a lot even though I had just emptied my bladder.  Not to mention, my G-spot lies deep within my vaginal canal and does not erect very much so My Mr.'s fist up against my vulva with so much pressure just did not feel very good.

These results led to the acquisition of The Amethyst.

The Amethyst :)

I'm going to go on a little side bar and write a little love note to glass.  Mmmm, if you have not tried glass, you should give it a shot!  I'm not kidding, just thinking about a glass piece will make me aroused because it holds unspeakable pleasures.  If you make it cold you can experience the nice shocking sensation of deep temperature differences inside you.  (For those of you who have fantasies involving sparkly vampires, well... now you'll know how Bella felt on her honeymoon!) If you heat it up (aside for any Jacob fantasies...) it feels like having a hot stone massage inside your girlie bits, which is my favorite way to use glass.

Okay, back to The Amethyst.  *sheepishly lazy, satisfied grin*  The full details of my review, along with the video, are available if you follow the link.  However, I will say that the deep curve of this piece is excellent for someone discovering her G-spot.  It hooks right up behind your pubic bone and you're left with a nice handle that makes it easy to use.  I found that rocking The Amethyst along with light vibrations or gentle pressure on my clitoris yielded the best results for me!  This technique has yielded many G-spot orgasms and I finally was able to ejaculate!  It was the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me, sexually, other than My Mr.   (Without his desire to pleasure me, this discovery would never have been made, so truly he is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me sexually.)   Truly, it was the most freeing orgasm, the first time I had it, because I was able to finally let go of the frustrations and feelings of inadequacy that I had before I was able to do this.

Now, if you are one of those women, who like me, felt that you would never experience the wonder of a G-spot orgasm, my advice would be to relax, be patient, and have fun in the journey!

Happy Hunting!