Fourteen Ways Women Show Sexual Attraction

bigstock-young-couple-in-love-41478814Let’s start off right.  These observations about how women show sexual attraction apply only if both of you are over the age of 30.  Why?  Because under the age of 30 years, it seems that both men and women have trouble establishing and expressing sexual desires.

I hear so often, “Why don’t women come with traffic lights?”  

In truth, there are several ways that men can tell if a woman is sexually attracted to him…and while not a complete green light – at least it is a warm yellow light that says “proceed with cautions.”

IMHO – most women do not see a difference between lust, love, and sex because they are all apart of the same package – only stages of progression.  Of course, this means that the moral majority of women do not have sex without lust and love – and the rest only fool them into believing they can be “players” in the game.  So, be careful in your game – because you might be out for a causal drive and end up in a train wreck!

Fair warning.

There are no hard-and-fast rules to figuring out if women are ready to commit to getting naked and sweaty – mostly because women decide those things in a minute and execute in a lifetime – definitely not on the male timeline.

Yes – it would indeed be easier for men if they could read minds – but it could be very damaging to the ego, so let’s discuss the signs that most women give off when they shift gears.

Ask yourself these questions because these are the biggest indicators that the light has changed she is loading the truck to move you out of the friend zone:

Touchy Feely Questions:   Behavior Problems

  • Does she share her food / drink with you or ask to taste your food/drink? – Women tend to be selective about sharing body fluids.  From eating or drinking after someone to swapping spit (or other bodily juices), offer or receiving food /drink is a sign of acceptance and testing the waters.
  • Does she lightly touch or leave her hand on your face, arm, neck, hands, or knee? – Women love connection and touching, so gently touching her hand to your face, arm, neck, hands or knees become especially important if she leaves her hand there – even for a minute because it means she likes the way you feel next to her skin.
  • Does she seem to lose focus when you do something with your hands or fingers? – This probably goes all the way back to Darwin and the Origin of the Species.  Whether programming a computer or building a house, women love tactile men.  If she is watching your hands or how you handle a wine glass, then she is assessing how safe delicate things are in your hands and how dexterously you control your fingers.  It is all in the fine tuning – and she is watching to see how well you tune.
  • Does she lean toward you – as if sharing a secret – when you talk? – Personal space is vital and women know this better than anyone.  As a matter of fact, almost every man has experienced the pain of getting into a woman’s personal space too fast; however, if a woman leans toward you when you are talking to her, then she is making you the center of her focus and investigating the possibility of a close encounter.  Plus, leaning forward has the extra advantage of showing off her assets to the best possible light.
  • Does she have outbreaks of drama that melt away easily when she has your focus? – Men usually think that women walk around in a constant state of drama.  Nothing is further from the truth if a woman is sexually attracted to a man.  Attraction and anger are proof of passion – but slight outburst of drama stir the pot to a boil which is WHY they call it “MAKE-UP sex.”  Women do not get upset over things that do not matter and men are “known” to be casually cold, so small tussles can lead to deeper understandings and indicators of trust.  The exception to this rule are the Glen Close Fatal Attraction kind of woman whose drama does not go away quickly OR the high maintenance type of woman that constantly stirs drama so you can not focus on anything else.

The Sex Questions:  Let’s Talk About Sex

  • Does she talk about sex in general with you? – There is an old adage that “women do not talk about sex with men they do not want to engage in sex.”  This is true because the brain is the biggest sexual organ in the body and the first place sexual fantasies start to brew.  If she looks embarrassed or cold if you talk about sex, then she might be shy (if that fits into her personality) or she might just want to change the subject because you are not the star of her movies.  If she engages in a sexual discussion with you, then you might have wiggle room that shows interest.
  • Does she make comment or joke in a light humored way about the two of you sexually? – This is the active form of question #6.  Humor leaves the door open for discussion while still having plausible deniability if you are not interested.  Like men, women hate rejection, so she is leaving herself a retreat in case things do not go as expected while still letting you know that the subject is open for exploration.
  • Does she share information about herself with you like fantasies indication of her naked side? – And still a little deeper, the heart of every sexual encounter for women is intimacy.  When she shares information with you about her fantasizes, sexual preferences, favorite toys, and such…she is giving you a preview to the show – a golden ticket – if you prefer, while seeking sexual acceptance and gauging compatibility between the sheets.

Communications Questions:  Sex in Motion

  • Does she listen to you with her eyes as well as her ears? – Human nature studies show that people watch things that they find attractive.  Although men are more visually enticed than women, when a woman focuses on what you are saying with long looks into your eyes, she is assessing your honesty while you talk. She is trying to tell if your words match what she sees in your eyes.  Whether you are talking about football or boats, she is watching for the connection between your passions and your thoughts.
  • Do the two of you share a natural banter? – The ability to think and talk will be a dizzying combination – if it is a quality you share.  Mental and verbal wrestling matches infused with a sense of humor gives her the impression you can give as well as you get…and giving is the key in any sexual relationship.
  • Does she keep in contact through texts or phone calls? – Texts and phone calls have two purposes.  First, a text or a phone call can be a good form of communication to keep someone up-to-date on specific things.  On the other hand, a text or a phone call that does not convey a specific message besides that she is “thinking about you” is a clear message that you are playing on her mind….and she takes the extra effort to tell you.
  • Does she do things that attempt to extend the amount of time you have together? – Whether hanging out at a movie or at dinner, if a woman makes an effort to spend extra time with you it means she is interested in the connection.   Women move pretty fast away from men they don’t want around – so take it as a compliment.
  • Does she share private background information with you? – Most women, compared to men, over share.  Some studies estimate that the average woman says 13,000 words a day or three times as many words as men.  For most men, that is a nightmare.  The answer is not in the words, but what is she actually saying?  If a woman shares private information about her background – especially if it is a painful thing – it shows trust.
  • Does she laugh often around you? – No…not that giggly little Barbie laugh that she thinks makes her nose curl up in a cute way.  I mean, does she really laugh even at the risk of looking unattractive?  When she stops worrying about what will look sexy and engages in the pure pleasure of your company, silly little girl behaviors like hair twirling and giggling go away to be replaced by genuine time of enjoying your company.

Final Thoughts:

There is an important point about this checklist.  In each case, notice the question is aimed at behavior toward YOU.

If you find a woman that does these things with all men or a major of men around you – run for the hills!

Two explanations – She is either trying to make you jealous, which shows she in NOT interested in a sexual connection just an emotion response like anger, jealousy, or teasing.
Or, she easily shares herself sexually with many people.  Unless standing in line for used goods works, you might want to look in other places.

Nothing replaces a good solid YES and this is the only way to directly know for sure if she is fantasizing about a more physical relationship, but if you are checking these items off the list, it is worth asking the question!

Sexy Erotica: Best Man for the Job

Sexy Boy

Conversation got boring,
You said you’re going to bed soon,
So I snuck off to your bedroom,
And I thought I’d just wait there,
Until I heard you come up the stairs,
And I pretended I was sleeping,
I was hoping you would creep in.
You feel like performing,
With me in the bedroom,
Floor to the dresser,
Don’t want nothing less ,
Cause I’m sure you’re the best,
That’s how you show me love,
And I let you,
Because you put it down like it’s for both of us…

I can see that you are into women,” her eyes meeting mine with a glistening dance, her hand stroking lightly over the swells of my breasts over the tight restraints of my bulging top.

Hold that thought,” I whispered into the air between us, stalking my prey as you walk across the room toward me, massive shoulders outlined in the light, I step around her on the way to meet you.

You look like a woman with a secret,” your lips claiming mine without waiting for an answer, like a man accustomed to the prize, the taste of you filling up my senses with want, my pulse pounding painfully in each nipple pressed against your chest, my nipples pleading for your attention…your eyes doing what your mouth wont dare.

Encouraging…tempting… as voices surround us again.

“My secret is … I am completely naked inside of this dress,” my head spinning from the nearness of your body to mine, affecting me like too much whiskey way too fast.

Give me five minutes and you will be completely naked outside of that dress,” the smile fluttering over your lips inviting me to play.

Lead the way…” I return the challenge, watching your eyes catch fire with promise and intensity.

She is going to be so disappointed,” you look back toward the young woman I just left, your hands traveling slowly, possessively over the curves of my body, your fingers dancing briefly across my supple welcoming breasts leaving a wake of ache and need in their path.

She would have been disappointed anyway,” my finger stroking slowly down the front of your pants, urging your erection, pleased with an immediate response, my hand caressing the thickness of your masculinity, your eyes meet mine again with a slight moan of appreciation and I revel in the control…

She is not quite…equipped for the job,” my fingers slide down to massage your balls tight and firm from the attention, your breathing stops sharply as my nails lightly trace the length of your cock and I take you between my fingers again… as your body reacts instinctively to meet my hand with each easy stroke.

But you won’t be disappointed,” I whisper words of promise into your ear as memories of desire rip across my lower lip, throbbing to feel the weight of your cock, hard and thick in my mouth, each stroke teasing my orgasm with your deep moan of pleasure as I flick my warm, wet tongue over the head of your dick…sucking your balls into my mouth until your fingers fist tight in my hair…I suck you deeper into my mouth…

Lead the way…” your eyes again focused on mine, a hint of warning mixed with a measure of meaning, my eyes meeting yours with an explosion of heat melting down my body and between my thighs in soft warm cum as your hand travels up my arm to pull me tighter against you…”you won’t be disappointed either.”

Sexy Erotica: Deep End of the Pool


Hey, sexy boy, set me free,

Don’t be so shy, play with me,

My dirty boy, can’t you see,

That you belong next to me,

You are the one I need.

Got a sexy drive – Just push start!


“Want to make this interesting?” pouring a healthy dose of Jack over ice cubes floating in coke.

“I want a blow job – what do you want?  Shoes?,” your playful smile wavers slightly as you watch me stir your drink with my finger – slowly slipping my finger in and out between my lips sucking it dry – each sweet drop throbbing to life on my tongue.

“Shoes?  I won’t bet you what can buy for myself,” your eyes on mine now, sharp and focused, deciding that the truth was more effective than flirting – watching you slowly raise the glass to your lips, wanting to feel your lips demanding against mine, exploring each aching nipple pounding with need skipping along my pulse, cutting each nerve to shreds on a path of pleasure to the soft pink skin between my thighs throbbing as I slowly raise my skirt up my thighs to straddle your lap.

“Sex?” your voice dipping low, your interest growing, your eyes travel over my breasts, straining the lace edges of my top while I lean against you more than necessary.

“Winner take all…anything at all,” I add, a whisper against your ear, feeling a surge of victory as the ice cubes rattle loudly in the glass, your eyes catch mine in challenge and I take the drink from your hand, your hand on mine around the glass a moment too long, dipping the cold glass between my tits, nipples straining against the soft cloth, the cold drops from the glass disappearing smoothly between the mounds of flesh daring your tongue to follow.

“Ok,” your massive chest expanding as your voice hesitates, your breathing catching deep in your throat, your hands moving lightly up my thighs, exploring the boundaries of my body, so yielding under your touch…every curve surrendering to your expectations…my hands covering yours.

“You got to win that pleasure,” I purr with fake innocence, watching the emotions rage, your control slip a little – and then a little more as I roll my hips against your hardness, growing thicker with each movement, “do we have a bet?”

“Yes,” a moan of pleasure escapes from your lips on a stutter…once, twice, and again… I sample your mouth, the taste whiskey flooding my senses and need rising in my blood, my hands slipping between your legs massaging the bulge in front of your pants, your hips shift unconsciously toward me, encouraging my addiction…

“Let’s play,” your voice deep and sexy as I roll off your lap, silk garters inviting your participation peaking innocently out the hem of my skirt, I bend forward in front of you to reposition my skirt at mid-thigh and remind you of the prize.

“You break, I’ll rack…I like a tight rack,” I smile sweetly, rolling the triangle around in my hands, enjoying the feel of the rounded edges of the cool brass, riding so smooth against the luxurious blue felt under my fingers, the weight of each perfectly balanced ball.

”For luck,” I raise the 8 ball to my lips for a kiss to seal the bet before putting it into place….sharing visuals of my tongue, warm and wet, across your balls tight with pleasure …gently sucking each one…and then both into my mouth….teasing both of us into orgasm…watching you struggle between passion and control.

Stroking my cue between my fingers, the friction sending tingles of desire dancing through my body, the first crack of the cue ball like lightening striking on every pounding nerve instantly…recalling the sound of your balls against my ass with each drive deeper and deeper toward our mutual goal.

“Big balls…” your voice brings my mind back to the game, your quick easy smile a warning, as two striped balls spiral toward opposite pockets, slightly impressed with the balance of your hands, so thick and practiced in every measured movement, bringing back memories of earlier caresses, my body betraying me at your slightest command…wanton of your touch.

“I want you baby,” both confession and statement of fact, leaning forward over the pocket to allow the thin fabric my top to fall lower between the perfectly round mounds of warm cleavage punctuated by throbbing nipples, rewarded when your eyes leave the game to slowly caress each breast with appreciation, needing to feel the tight fit of your cock stiff between my tits…watching the ball bounce short of the pocket with amusement and triumph.

“Dirty pool huh?” your smile easy with a laugh of respect for my tactic and technique.

“Well, I never promised to play fair,” slowly masturbating the stick between my fingers in long steady strokes, like my hands tight around your erection, I can feel you watching me move around the table, admiring each shot, finessing each ball into the pocket, until the eight ball sits alone at the end.

“Double up the bet?  One last shot…winner take all,” your voice challenges me, humor dancing across those sexy lips, “how good are you?”

“Yes, double up,” sexual tension washing violently over me all at once, my eyes meeting yours across the table as I reach for the chalk, “enjoy the view.”

The look in your eyes turning predatory…there is no surrendering…any humor…only winners and losers…as I bend over the table in front of you, my skirt pulls dangerously high against my thighs, soft red panties cushioned by a delicate strip of amber hair promising pleasure

“Don’t choke baby,” your warm voice in my ear, like honey tempting me to taste your mouth again, strong hands on either side of my hips on the rail, your dick hard against my ass, your hard-on ready to pay or collect your debt…

”I never promised to play fair,“ your words echo mine as my breathing stumbles, your confident understanding of my desires sends tingles ripping across my bottom lip like a sharp knife with thoughts of your hardness deep in my mouth, your hands wrapped tight in my hair….my eyes on yours…watching your pleasure every stroke of my mouth….


Sexy Erotica: True North


“There’s nothing inherently dirty about sex, but if you try real hard and use your imagination you can overcome that.”


Walking toward you, your massive shoulders outlined the sunset in front of me.
“Guess who,” I leaned forward, covering your eyes gently with my fingers as the breeze off of the water bathed me in the masculine scent of your body.

“Give me a hint,” a smile danced around your lips as I leaned closer, pressing the warm skin of my exposed cleavage against the back of your neck.

“Four words…You…me…sweaty…nakkid…surface of your choice,” I purr in a soft voice against your ear.

“That is more than four words, sweetheart,” the tension in your neck relaxing slightly at the light banter.

“The last part was a prediction…not a hint,” I smile prettily, sliding smoothly into the chair next to you careful to cross my legs slowly so you could watch the short skirt float dangerously high on my thighs.

“Long day?” I smiled, dragging your eyes away from the light material snagged on my nipples and carefully draped between two small straps.

“Yes,” your eyes meet mine with full revelation of meaning. 

“Tell mamma what you need baby,” I whisper,  leaning forward to slowly run my hand up the inside of your thigh as I watch the waves of sexual tension pulse between us in the wake of my caress. 

“I need a blow job,” a slight smile lights your eyes as they meet mine in challenge and humor sending tingles like razor blades dancing across my bottom lip.
Aware of the bartender standing next to me, I reach two fingers down into my top and pull out a twenty to drop on the bar.

“I’ll take care of him from here,” I return the challenge without looking at her. 

“Where?” I smile, less the prey, more the hunter now. 

I follow your eyes toward the water, not at all surprised when your big thick hand reaches out to lead the way and I delicately slide my hand into yours feeling the instant shock of connection and anticipation.


Lifting me up off the bottom step, your strong hands around my waist as my hands travel down taut muscles in your arms, my body slowly melting against yours.

“Wait for me,” your voice commands, my senses spinning as the deck shifts slightly under my feet, the promise in your eyes ricocheting through my bloodstream sending sparks of need sizzling deep between my thighs.

Enjoying the deep tapping sound of my heels on the deck, I wander slowly over to the rail – pleased with the smooth cool brass shimmering in the setting sun under my touch – the heat of your body burning against me as your arm reaches around me with a glass of wine – colors of the sunset dancing off the amber liquid swirling around in the glass.

“I don’t want that,” turning in your arms, blocked against the railing, staring at your lips, fighting the urge to taste your mouth. 

“What do you want?” your easy grin dissolves into a moan of pleasure as I slide my hands down the front of your pants massaging your hardness …my hands moving to the top button on your shirt…sliding my fingers between the opening buttons flying in all directions and bouncing off the deck as I snatch the shirt apart.

Watching your eyes turn predatory in the dusk, I lean forward to rip loose the last remaining button with my teeth removing all inhabitations between us.  Rolling the button between my tongue and top lip, my thoughts burn with dazzling explosions like fireworks as I reach up to slowly remove the button from my mouth and deposit it between my breasts.

“Souvenir,” I smile innocently, pressing my pounding nipples against your bare chest. 

“I want you,” I stepped forward, pushing you back, feeling a little victory as you bobble the wine glasses, the amber liquid rolling dangerously close to the rim.  I remove the glasses from your hands and set them on the nearest table.

Resting my hands on either side of your hips and pushing you back against the railing, my breathing pulses between us as your hands grind my hips against you.

“Let me pleasure you baby,” I whine, the same need of release clawing at me, I sink to my knees in front of you, your eyes reflecting the storm of passion rising hard under my hand as you watch me, massaging your hard-on,  stiff between my fingers.

Playing with your zipper as I smile up at you seeing passion of each stroke in your eyes…I slip my hand into your pants to cup your balls…aching and firm from the attention…a slow deep moan of appreciation hangs in the air between us…your hands tighter on the railing…I listen to the stutter of your breathing…once, twice, again…

Part of me wanting to punish you for my sleepless hours of wrestling fantasies of your cock hard and throbbing in my mouth – part of me wanting to release both of us from the exquisite pain of the tidal wave of passion threatening to consume me … I tease my own orgasm with a first taste of the massage of my tongue over the head of your erection … sweet and pleasing to my soul like chocolate … greedily fighting the urge to suck you deep into my mouth and swallow…appreciating the thickness of your manhood, heavy on my tongue….raw adrenaline scrapping every available nerve…your fingers tangled in my hair…your hips rocking toward my mouth in the steady motion of the tide.

Like a small boat caught in a hurricane, I know I cannot battle nature … mine, yours…ours…I go down on you…sucking you deep into my mouth with astonishment at the immediate calm … in the center of the storm…our eyes meet as I take your dick all the way in my mouth…a wave of pleasure rising between my thighs and pounding in my nipples as I suck harder, deeper, faster…crashing together on the shore.

The laughter and music from the bar drifts slowing through the cool night air tickling my skin coated with a mixture of salt and sweat…as the stars shine above I wrap your shirt around me and sleep … for the first time in days…against your chest.

Sexy Erotica: Lead Me On

“Why do you bait me?” your question mixing humor with a slight overtone of annoyance.   I smiled wondering how you could miss my intentions so completely.

“Quite honestly, baiting you would just bore me.  I fully intend to deliver on every word,” watching your eyes sparkle to life with the reality of my promises.

“When I am this close to you,” leaning forward, electricity flooding my bloodstream as your eyes stroke slowly down my throat to my breasts, threatening the buttons of my shirt, encouraging your touch, “I want to taste your lips against mine…know the feeling of your mouth as it travels down the soft skin of my throat…your tongue teasing my nipples until passion throbs between my thighs from need for you.”

“When I am this close to you,” slowly skimming my fingernail over the back of your hand enjoying the sparks of sexual connection, “I want to run my hands down the front of your pants…massaging your erection to aching hardness between my fingers…toying with your zipper as I smile up at you seeing pleasure of each stroke in your eyes…as I slip my hand into your pants to cup your balls…aching and firm…waiting for my mouth.”

“When I am this close to you,” moving my hand up the inside your thigh, charged as you shift closer in your seat…spreading your legs apart as my fingers slip slowly down between your thighs…your breathing skipping once, twice, and again on a low moan of anticipation, “I want to show you all of my dirty little fantasies…me kneeling at your feet…your cock hard and deep in my mouth…each slow suck bringing me closer to the edge with your fingers tangled tight in my hair.”

“When I am this close to you,” your eyes on mine, reflecting the storm of passion rising hard under my hand, “I am inviting you.  I am seducing you.  I…” fighting the urge to slide between your thighs under the table, taking a deep breath I start again.
“When I am this close to you, I want to show you all of the ways I can make you glad you are a man, but…I am not baiting you lover.”

Sexy Erotica: Fighting Temptation

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Warning:  Explicit Sexual Content.  If you are under the age of 21, then this is not the place for you.

“You know what I think?” your voice low as you lean toward me, the scent of you rushing through my bloodstream like the sangria swirling around in my glass.

“When I want to know what you think of me,” I lean closer to enhance the exposure of my breasts as the front of my shirt dips dangerously low, “I will unzip your pants…stick your hard cock into my mouth…and suck you dry.”

“I think…I think,” you stutter as the visual slashes through you mind, your eyes on mine…the humor melting quickly into desire…I watch with amusement as you struggle for control. 

“Stutter for me baby, it makes me feel powerful,” I purr softly, electricity crackling from every slow stroke of my tongue over my bottom lip throbbing to wrap around your masculinity.

“I think that you are fighting temptation,” you manage finally with a whisper of thrill as my words hit home again.

“Perhaps I am just looking for the right temptation,” barely able to breathe from your eyes penetrating me with images of us wrapped naked in sweaty, cum soaked sheets.

“You have found him,” you flip your room card on the bar in front of me with a smug smile inviting me to taste your mouth, “I will be back in an hour.  Be there.”

“I believe you are right,” I whisper to myself watching your confident stride toward the elevator as I pick the keycard up and tuck it into my cleavage for safekeeping.


Sliding the keycard into the door, the silence of the corridor echoes the anticipating in my breathing as the light on the handle flickers from red to green.  Stepping in, the steam from the shower circulating the scent of your clean body mixed with your aftershave slides through my senses inviting me into your room.

Closing the door behind me, not in the mood for games anymore… flashes of desire pulse like an electrical storm through my body watching the hot water roll over your shoulders and down your chest…my mouth aches to follow the slippery path down your stomach to the catch the drops from your dick on my tongue.

Stepping into the bathroom, your eyes find me immediately through the clouds of hot mist coating my skin matching the creamy wetness pooling between my thighs.  Moving toward the shower, I slowly peel off my clothes to drop them in a trail ending at your feet…reveling in the excitement of your eyes flowing down my neck to rest on my bare breasts pushing against glass making circles with mounds of flesh as I lean forward to place a light kiss on the glass.

Sliding into the shower with you, a slight smile playing around my lips burning to touch your skin, “suck or fuck,” I whisper into the air between us.

“Yes,” your hands reach out to with force to pull me to you…the water pouring over my back and shoulders slightly colder than the sizzle of your body finally meeting mine…my nipples throbbing against your chest bringing tears of need flooding my eyes…as my nails sink deeply into your strong arms for support…my breathing stutters my willing surrender to your control.

Your hands search my body…every curve of soft skin giving to your exploration…your strong hands covered in thick sticky cum with every stoke of your thumb deep between my thighs.  Your eyes taking in every minute as my body shamelessly responds like strikes of lightning to the slightest move of your hand…I cling to you wantonly as your name escapes on a low moan that shakes my body as your sexy voice reaches inside of my bliss with the power that pushes me over the edge…“come for me baby.”

My head against your shoulder…my body still shaking…my hands start to wander over your arms wanting to touch and taste every inch of you all at once as another need bubbles quickly to the surface.  Wrapping my hand around the impressive weight of your manhood, I sink to my knees in front of you seeking the relief of a slow suck, like a swimmer seeking the relief of air after being under water too long. 

The relief comes, slowly at first, as a deep sigh stuttering through my breathing as I rub your hard cock against my face…over my eyes…and down my throat to nestle tight between my tits…my nipples hard in your fingers.  Flicking the tip of my tongue over the head of your dick with a teasing suck, your fingers tighten in my hair as your hips rock toward my mouth.

“Not yet,” I smile up at you, your eyes begging for release…my mouth wanders slowly down in a path of soft kisses against the inside your thigh to your balls tight from my attention…my tongue stroking your balls with small circles of pleasure to disrupt your breathing.  Sucking one…then the other, your breathing skips once…twice… again…as I pump your masculinity to painful hardness with my hand stopping just short of your orgasm and my own as the wave of sensation starts to pound deep in my thighs. 

“Look at me,” my voice and eyes command you to watch me indulge in your body as I suck you all the way into my mouth with an intense purr of fulfillment…want taking over with every stroke of your dick in my mouth…deeper and deeper until your body starts to shake with the effort to hold back…until I let your juices splatter all over my tits…until you are no longer fighting temptation…


Listening to your contented breathing, slow and satisfied in time with the vibration in the air, I fight the temptation to crawl back into bed with you to wrap my naked body in your pleasures.

“Happy Birthday lover…see you at home!,” I sign the note with a kiss to the top corner before leaving it snuggled next to you in the bed still damp with our passion.

Direct Clit: Vibrator Nation

sexuality, sex blogs, sex , erotica female, eroticaOver the past few months, I have struck stupid by the amount of misplaced items there are in the world.  I mean, there seems to be an overflow of things lately that do not fit into any given category for handling the situation.  This seems especially true of sex and sex toys.  If you live in a world where sexuality and sex toys are easily accepted as an understood portion of life, then when something comes up that does not melt into the reality of the world it seems disarming.

For example, during a recent trip to Dallas, I was caught in the midst of wonder that, in a state where you can easily purchase an AK-47 with several clips of live ammunition for “self protection,” it is still illegal to by a vibrator.  So, pain and death are legally acceptable consequences, but an orgasm is not.  I have never heard of anyone robbing a store with a vibrator!

Or, in a recent court case in the newspaper, when I found out that you can be arrested for public nudity in your own home if, even without any sexual connotation at all, you are viewable by people passing by.  So, if you have ever streaked in front of an open window to the clothes dryer for a clean pair of jeans, watch out for your neighbors because they CAN call the police.

More to the point, the moral implications of a court case of involving several 17 year old girls putting suggestive photos of themselves on their MySpace who have been suspended from school as punishment.  I mean, surely an unwise decision on the part of the girls and perhaps a matter for their parents (even though the law sees 17 years old as the age of consent for girls as they deemed adults), but why should their high school become involved in the issue? 

As I sat the other night staring at a vibrator that I don’t use anymore, I wondered at the best way to dispose of an old friend.  I mean, this is another instance in which society does not prepare for the result in a sexual situation…only punishes the action.  There are hundreds (if not millions) of vibrators sold every year.  What happens to them?

  • Are vibrators recyclable like my plastic bags?
  • Is there a trade up program or a new in two contract like with my cell phone?
  • Is there a special place at the dump full of vibrating sex toys that need to be disposed of in a special way like cardboard?
  • Is there a charity that takes them and refurbishes them for less fortunate women or school programs?

I know…I am being a smart ass, but really…what is a girl to do?  There is tons of technology, progress, and pleasure that go into this one little instrument.  Every little buzz of pleasure represents years of women struggling to feel and accept their own sexuality.   I would not throw out an old blender…so what to do?   ~~Dee