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  • feedwordpress 16:53:24 on 2016/12/31 Permalink
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    Interesting Times Are What We Create Not What We Live In 

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    Interesting times R Us. Interesting times are now.

    When we look back, we often remember events as interesting, even if they were boring at the time. The truth is, we don’t live in interesting times, but come to view them as interesting on reflection.

    Anaïs Nin

    When I was at university, my tutor consistently gave my essays harsh criticism. After the New Year break, he invited me out to dinner at a French restaurant with a wood burning fire on the edge of the River Cam. We drank too much. We talked about Camus, existentialism and the erotic novels of Anaïs Nin, whom I would one day try to emulate. I ended up that night in my tutor’s chambers in my tutor’s black iron bed.

    Before I started university, I worked the long hot summer as an estate agent within the sound of the cathedral bells in Canterbury. I was so keen to get the commission from a sale, when I took a photographer to see a big old country house, it took little persuasion for me  to strip from my clothes and dance naked in the August sunlight. We went to bed, of course, and I had my first orgasm.

    It was these two events that led me in my early twenties to haunt the champagne bars of Soho. Often I went home with strangers. It was always curious, exciting, full of surprises. At times sex with a stranger was romantic, exotic, beautiful. At others, it was brutal, violent, dangerous. Bullies with psychological problems called me a ‘little whore’ and sent me home with bruises to remember them by. Grist to the mill of the would be erotic writer. It was a period I had to go through and, looking back, they were interesting times.

    Interesting Times Curse

    Saying: May you live in interesting times is said to be a Chinese curse. But there is no evidence of this being recorded by the Chinese sages. Interesting Times is a novel in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series, and also the title of an autobiography by Eric Hobsbawm.

    image shows Donald Trump Interesting Times Are What We Create Not What We Live InWe will look back on 2016 and say they were interesting times because the old mould of politics appears to have been broken into a million pieces. We enter 2017 with a non-politician, Donald Trump, in the White House, and Britain having become an island again, as it always wanted to be, thanks to Brexit.

    Having broken up with Tom, the great love of me life, my 2016 ended up being tiempos interesantes living in Spain, studying Spanish and meeting Ramon, almost ten years younger than me. Young lovers come and go, but it’s the coming more than the going that makes it all worthwhile. They have energy, vigour, constant erections and provide a girl with interesting times.

    In order to live in interesting times, one has to be interesting. To be interesting, one has to be interested in new things, new people, expanding your horizons, reading more, learning more, travelling to new places. As 2017 looms, my plan, virtually a resolution, is to visit India. I have never been, but imagine it will be stimulating, motivating, eye-opening, and when I look back I am sure I will say, ah yes, 2017, I was living in interesting times.

    Have a Happy New Year. Be yourself and try to be happy. But most important be brave and be yourself.

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  • feedwordpress 18:18:09 on 2016/12/01 Permalink
    Tags: Blogs, male desires, , virgin sacrifice, younger lover   

    Male Desires and All The Men I Have Slept With 

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    Male desires come in every shape, just like their penises, more shades than the rainbow, more mysterious than you can imagine. More mysterious than you can imagine.

    Ramon – bless him – would wake with an erection and I gulped down a mouthful of protein before starting my hectic day. At night, after he had come, he would stay hard and fall asleep inside me as he softened. There is nothing like the male desires of a younger lover.

    Male desires are often brutal. Their caveman genes demand obedience, domination, a heavy hand. I remember the stranger I met in a champagne bar in Soho where I often went with Lizzie, sometimes alone. He held my wrist all the way back to my flat as if I were a bird that might take wing and fly through the taxi window.

    ‘Take your clothes off,’ he said, the moment I closed the door and I did. ‘Have you been a naughty girl?’image shows girl being spanked

    ‘Yes,’ I replied in all honesty.

    ‘Then come here.’

    I stretched over his knee and he gave my ass a good tanning, warming all the coils and spirals about my bottom until lines of fire stretched through me and I was wet with lust long before penetration, a casual disappointment.

    Male Desires & DNA

    There were others who were truly brutal. They call you a slag and a slut. They hit you and take you by force, their male desires fed by their own failings and lack of self-worth. It’s always a danger going home with strangers met randomly in bars and on dance floors, but it shakes you from the luke warm bath of our quotidian existence. A life without danger is a life that has never been lived. I had a boyfriend once who jumped with a parachute into the Amazon jungle and took twenty days to walk out. He was a considerate lover. 

    Not all male desires are brutal. They can be timid, unrealised, misunderstood. They love women without knowing what a woman wants and what a woman wants is to feel their weight on top of them. They want to be filled to the rim and drilled deep as if in your core is an undiscovered seam of gold.

    I remember the man who never took off his socks. The matador I met in Andalusia who dressed in his suit of lights and teased me, swirling and turning with his flesh-coloured cape as we chased about the hotel room. There was one who snored and one who got out of bed immediately to wash my salt-sea smell from his genitals. I recall the man whose cock was too big and another whose cock was so small it felt like a feather tickling my insides and I had to force away the laughter bubbling up inside me.

    Male desires are a mystery to women, an enigma. They are complex, pumped up with ego, and often turn liquid. They lick, they dribble, they come over your face, they piss on you. There is some renegade gene, some kink in the DNA, that makes men both worship and want to destroy beauty. It was always the most beautiful girl in the tribe chosen for sacrifice, a virgin, the fantasy of every elder who knows he will never have her. Better to send her to the flames than watching some young stud take the prize.

    Male desires grow romantic after ejaculation and they want to marry you. They want to know when you lost your virginity. They want to know how many men you have slept with. They want you to be as pure as the driven snow when you appear on their arm and a skilled courtesan between their bedsheets. 

    Men may imagine they are the hunters but they are only one half of the matrix and women like magnets are hunting to connect. Men thrive on male delusions and women flourish on male desires.

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  • feedwordpress 12:18:41 on 2016/11/24 Permalink
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    Why Regular Blowjobs Fight Depression and You Sleep Better 

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    Regular blowjobs are the crucial ray of sunshine a girl needs to brighten the long cold night of winter. Blowjobs are healthy and life-affirming. And research shows that regular blowjobs fight depression far better than champagne highs and all those little two-tone pills that come in bottles .

    Scientists at New York State University compared the sex lives of nearly 300 women and showed that semen contains a mind-altering drug that makes you feel happier, helps you sleep better and is generally good for your health.girls giving head later I am shocked the scientists didn’t already know that. Regular blowjobs have been a regular part of my diet since the summer I left the convent in Kent and was seduced by an older man with a camera. I love the tang, that salty mozzarella with a squeeze of lemon aftertaste that clings to the insides of your teeth until you awake in the morning with sex on your taste buds and a desire for more.

    Semen is an anti-toxin health drink with a twist of cortisol, a chemical that increases affection; oxytocin, a mood relish; melatonin, for sweet-dreaming sleep, and the antidepressant serotonin to combat the blues. There’s other good stuff in the stuff as well, but if giving head gives you all that, it would be downright greedy to ask for more.

    The study, published in the Archives of Sexual Behaviors, also reported something else I had already become aware of: sex without condoms makes women feel happier than those who use them and those who have taken the pledge and don’t have sex at all. I should add, to be careful with unprotected sex and, if in doubt, give him a BJ.

    Regular Blowjobs Lost

    I broke up recently with Ramon, my young Spanish lover. It is the regular blowjobs I miss most. We always had sex before going to sleep at night and he always woke with an erection, providing my daily dose of the good stuff before I went off to teach English. As you do in the early days of new love, sometimes when we were in a bar we’d slip off to the loo together to have a quickie up against the wall. This isn’t only sexy, it has a healthy dash of daring and indecency about it. Do your girlfriends notice when you come back to the table? Oh, yes, sure they do. And if they have any sense, they’ll pop off with their lover and do the same. 

    One thing the new survey didn’t say and I would like to add this important point for them: regular blowjobs are the elixir of life. Giving head and receiving head isn’t only healthy, it is rejuvenating. The more semen you swallow the younger you feel and the younger you feel the younger you become. As Katie remarks in my novel Katie in Love – “The best way to get over one man is to go down on another.”

    So very true. There is nothing more feminine than giving a stranger a blowjob, some guy with his masterpiece jutting from his Levi’s, you balanced on your heels in a dark alley with the fizz of red neon humming in the dank sky. It makes me wet just tapping out the words. Regular blowjobs are life. Everything else is just waiting.

    Life and love with Ramon. Read on:

    Better Sex With A Younger Man



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  • feedwordpress 15:52:34 on 2016/11/10 Permalink
    Tags: bad girls, bad girls do it well, Blogs, one night only, one-night-stand, sex with strangers   

    One Night Only Hits The Spot – Bad Girls Do It Well 

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    One night only. It’s a phrase the girls threw out nonchalantly when I was at school and it now sounds so dated. That’s why I love it.

    Going with someone for one night only is a teenage thing – at least it was when I was a teen, and reviving it makes you feel young again. I needed it.

    I broke up with Ramon, my beautiful younger man. It was inevitable. All good things must pass. I shed my tears. I bought a new pair of shoes and went to a party down the coast in Sitges where the entire basement was a photographer’s studio turned into a disco with flashing green lights that made the dancers look like ghosts as they weaved and bobbed and swayed to the music, sort of flamenco rock, not that good but danceable.

    The ghost imitating my movements made me wonder at first if I was seeing my own shadow. But the lights flashed across his face and I recognised the photographer who owned the house and had invited me. His wife was a model, quite well known. She was in Paris. I was alone. He was rather good looking. Perfect for one night only.

    We drank cava – so much better than champagne, you must try it – and wandered up the curving staircase to the floor above which had struck me as strange for a photographer when I first arrived. There were no photographs. No paintings. Just some rust-coloured sculptures of birds that seemed to be flying out of the wall. It was stagey, sexy, vaguely surreal.

    One Night Only Silence

    I must say I love it when there is no need to speak. We climbed another flight of stairs to a large bedroom with a circular bed and black sheets – just as old-fashioned as a one night only fling, I thought.

    It was cool outside. Warm in the bedroom with its view across a long garden with a narrow pool, the lights around the side making the water the same brilliant shade of blue as his eyes. I have always had a weakness for dark hair and blue eyes. 

    We kissed. It was functional, unemotional. It was what I needed. I adore the feel of a man taking the bottom of my shirt and easing it over my head, struggling with the hooks at the back of my bra, searching for the zip to remove my skirt. They work with patient impatience. It’s a sort of foreplay being stripped down to your panties, hopping from foot to foot as you  take them off. I was born naked and always feel relieved to get back to that state.

    His clothes slipped away and we shot into the circular bed with its black silk cover like two arrows hitting a bullseye. I had never grown tired of sex with Ramon, my young lover. He was energetic, passionate, pure as a fresh glass of water. The first time we met he was reading Homage to Catalonia in Spanish. Everything was adorable. He will stay on any mind and his smell on my skin for a long time.

    And yet, and yet there is nothing like one night only with someone new, a fresh body with all its mysteries and delights.

    After hurrying through the hooks and zips that bound me, he scissored up quickly between my legs and we raced to an early climax. Not perfect, but there were are. I was back in the one night only world of casual sex with casual partners. You take it as it comes.

    We dressed and ambled back down the two flights of stairs to the basement. Everyone was dancing to Jamiroquai singing Bad Girls. Live fast, die young. Bad girls do it well. I had no idea what that meant exactly, but the lyrics to dance music hardly matter. 

    I danced until I dropped and dreamed that night in my empty bed of Ramon. We were on a long beach and he was walking away from me, slowly, slowly, vanishing into the distance. I have a new life now and I intend to enjoy it.

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  • feedwordpress 15:19:22 on 2016/11/03 Permalink
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    Eight Small European Towns Perfect for a Romantic Getaway 

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    For a romantic getaway, European cities may be beautiful, but European towns are even more charming. Some of them offer a harmonious mix of architecture and natural landscapes while others impress you with their old castles and spirit of history and romance.

    If you’ve visited most of the major European destinations, you will be charmed by those small hidden places off the beaten track. Here is a list of small towns in Europe prepared by the Ukrainian dating Site Jump4love.com you will fall in love with at first sight.

    Hallstatt, Austriaimage shows romantic getaway in austria

    Located near a spectacular mountain lake, Hallstatt is an idyllic village that attracts tourists from all over the world. The Chinese tourists were so impressed by the beauty of this town that they made an exact copy of it in China. Among the attractions in Hallstatt are the 15th century church, the Market Square, and a nearby salt mine.

    Cesky Krumlov, Czech Republic

    The medieval core of the town complemented with Renaissance architecture will take you on a trip through the centuries. The main attraction of the old town is the Český Krumlov Castle with its numerous spectacular buildings. Take a walk down the old streets and look at the houses . You’ll notice that most buildings are decorated with frescos. If you’re an art lover, then visiting the Egon Schiele Art Centrum is a must.

    Bruges, Belgium

    If you’ve been looking for a cozy town to wander about, Bruges is just what you need. Due to its compact size, you can explore the entire city on foot. Narrow streets, beautiful architecture, and a network of canals make it an ideal destination for a romantic getaway and a day trip you’ll never forget.

    Kotor, Montenegro

    There are a lot of places to be explored by tourists in Eastern Europe. One of them is the Montenegrin city of Kotor. It is old town is surrounded by the fortress walls and you can get there through one of the three gates. You can also enjoy the views of the city from the top of the walls. The surrounding scenery resembles Norwegian fjords: mountains, emerald water, canyons, and cruise liners.

    Mostar, Bosnia & Herzegovina

    Most of those people who travel to the city of Mostar go there to see its main attraction – the 16th-century Ottoman bridge. There is also a pretty mosque from the top of which you get a stunning view of the Old Bridge. Just a forty  kilometres from Mostar is the stunning Kravice Waterfalls.

    Goreme, Turkey

    Goreme is located in the Cappadocia region famous for its natural rock formations nicknamed “fairy chimneys”. The town, or rather a village, is an example of how man and nature harmoniously co-exist. Locals still live in the rock houses. Carved and sculpted naturally by erosion, the landscape is one-of-a-kind. Apart from rock dwellings, there are rock restaurants where you can have a romantic dinner.

    Reine, Norway

    This Norwegian fishing village is a paradise for those who want to escape from the hustle and bustle and spend a few days close to nature. Reine is located on one of the islands in the Lofoten archipelago. Keen travelers are not scared of its remote location andthousands of tourists come here annually to enjoy the pectacular landscape and view the northern lights.

    Positano, Italyomantic getaways in gorgeous_positano

    Positano offers everything for the romantic getaway. This cliffside town is one of the most beautiful towns of the Italian Amalfi Coast. Positano is a colorful cascade of streets and buildings facing the sea. Numerous stairs lead you up and down this truly picturesque paradise. Relax on the beaches, go on a ferry trip to Capri to see the Blue Grotto, and taste all kinds of local food. John Steinbeck described Positano as “a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone”.

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  • feedwordpress 16:48:57 on 2016/10/27 Permalink
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    Sex Addict Cure Will Never Be Found – and who wants to? 

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    Sex addict. I said this to myself as I gazed into the mirror. Then I said it again. Sex addict.

    It is a dependence I have tried to fight – not always that hard – since I was eighteen and stripped naked for a photographer three times my age and had my first orgasm with long shadows chasing across the room and a movie camera filming the event.

    I was an instant sex addict, an eager sex addict. I went through a shameful if blissful period of sex with strangers randomly met inkatie-boyd-in-spain bars, in elevators, once on the London Underground when I allowed an unknown man to slide his hands into my knickers and his fingers into my sex. He made me sopping wet between Sloane Square and Blackfriars before stepping out of the carriage licking his fingers at Monument.

    It is generally thought that a sex addict suffers the disorder because they are never satisfied. This is a misconception. A myth. The sex addict is an athlete, orgasm the objective, sex your training regime. The relentless quest for sex is life on the highwire. Everything else is a safety net. Life without sex becomes a treadmill that takes you laboriously through one thing after another – waking, working, walking, eating, sleeping, buying shoes – forever waiting for the next gut-wrenching, heart-stopping moment of orgasmic climax.

    Sex Addict Prism

    For me there is nothing more feminine than being on my knees giving head or down on my knees taking a new man into one of my moist openings. We are animals born to breed. Sex is our birth right.

    Being a sex addict makes it hard on relationships, as Michael Douglas discovered when he admitted his addiction, upsetting his wife Catherine Zeta-Jones. But, sadly, or happily, depending on your point of view, it is one addiction that has no cure.

    A sex addict sees everything through the prism of sex. A stranger across the room is instantly judged, measured, weighed up. Will he – or she – be good in the sack? Does that twinkle in his eye say he is looking back across the room and measuring you up for a potential pas de dieux between the sheets? Like the drug addict craving their next fix, the sex addict waits breathlessly for their next orgasm, that moment when the body melts and the soul becomes one with the universe.

    Sex isn’t the forbidden fruit, it is the forbidden happiness we don’t allow ourselves to enjoy. As Bella says in The Secret Life of Girls: People take sex far too seriously. It’s only sex.

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  • feedwordpress 14:00:56 on 2016/08/18 Permalink
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    Tasting Semen is the Taste of Life Unique & Unforgettable 

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    Tasting semen for the first time is like eating fruit from an unknown planet. It is the cocktail of love, the essence of passion, your initiation into the mystery of fellatio.

    My first time tasting semen overwhelmed me like a revelation. The back of my throat felt as if it had been splashed with snake oil, weird, lingering, unfathomable; not unpleasant. I swallowed it down like a drug I knew, somehow I knew, was good for me.

    Suddenly, everything that was cloudy became clear. My chemical makeup, my individuality, had been incomplete. Now, I was the me I was supposed to be.

    Male jism is the glue that holds everything together. It binds and stains. It sticks to your teeth. It stays on your taste buds like caviar, like durian, like bird’s nest soup. Tasting semen is like drinking from the begging bowl of the Buddha; like devouring the flesh of an extinct animal.

    Semen is the life force, the seeds of our own awakening, a reminder of our eternal past. Tasting semen is a girl’s right of passage. We study and struggle, achieve and suffer. But, the horrible truth is we are only here to procreate and giving head is a small pleasure in the vast sea of absurdity that is existence.

    Tasting Semen Début

    I remember tasting semen the first time in the garden with a boy named Simon, his shorts down around his ankles while I knelt between his spread legs like a serving maid at the altar of the male phallus, tall and proud and pink and inviting.

    Just as a fish in the sea knows how to swim, I knew what to do. It is a reflex, an instinct. I spontaneously licked every part of his cock as if my tongue were a memory machine that would hold this shape inside me forever. There was music in my head. I moved up and down, finding rhythm. I wanted to bite him, chew him up, swallow him down. It was like a mediation. Your mind empties of all thoughts. You live in the present, in the moment.girl tasting semen

    I heard the milling of his breath, the quickening beat of his heart. He put his hand on the back of my head: Swallow don’t spit, he said, as if it were a prayer or a mantra, not that it would have occurred to me to do anything else. He grew tense and his sperm bathing my throat was warm and fruity, a hint of the sea, a hint of mystery.

    Tasting Semen Obsessive

    Tasting semen this way, in the garden, with the sun on my back, the trees moving like dancers, was like a button had been pushed on a console and my life’s mission was suddenly clear.

    Some girls are born to give head and, once tasting semen becomes addictive, you get high from the rush of oxytocin, serotonin and melatonin, a blend of chemicals that gives you more energy and, conversely, aids sleep – a blessing for the insomniac.

    Semen is good for your health. It contains protein and studies show that the sticky stuff improves memory, mental alertness, lessens pain, slows aging and, with its soupçon of zinc, is an antioxidant that keeps the body system clean. So do cloves and prunes, but so what!

    One more thing, it’s nice to share. When he jizzes fully into your mouth, hold it there and let it slip from your mouth to his mouth when you kiss.

    How do give a great blow job? It’s like tennis and chess and aerobics and cooking bouillabaisse. Practise makes perfect.

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  • feedwordpress 13:41:35 on 2016/08/11 Permalink
    Tags: Blogs, erotic movie, home porn, kinky, kinky porn sex, kinky sex, teen porn addiction, teen prostitutes   

    Home Porn – Addictive, Easy to Make, on the Web FOREVER 

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    Home porn puts gas in the empty tank of a faltering relationship and gives couples a new lease of sexual life. It’s fun, too.

    Home porn is easy to make. In fact it’s never been easier to shoot, light and edit your own erotic movie and show it life-size on the bedroom wall while you re-enact every kiss, lick, suck and manoeuvre. Like shadows. Or avatars. Or twins separated in some fantastical myth.

    Just as it is seductive, if perverse, watching others make love, it is downright kinky watching yourself. You feel proud and ashamed at the same time. Proud that you are playing out your animal instincts, your innate role. Yet embarrassed by all the sweating and groaning captured live and filling the screen.

    The camera is an aphrodisiac. Inside us all there is a performer as well as a voyeur. When someone focuses their smart-phone on you, you automatically turn a hip sideways, look over one shoulder and pucker your lips like Scarlett Johansson. The video camera has the same effect multiplied a pixi-million times. You are the star in your own red hot picture show and feel compelled to give an Oscar-winning performance.

    Home Porn Survey

    Couples get so turned on making home porn movies they are sending them off to a to a plethora of websites to share their lust with the world. Men’s faces – though not other parts – are often hidden or blurred, so it’s obvious who’s doing the sending.

    I had never given much thought to home porn until my old school-friend Gemma sent me a movie-selfie. I was both shocked and aroused watching the girl I used to share a room with at boarding school on her hands and knees with her boyfriend like a robot drilling into the lakes of her precious essence. You could see the top of the Eiffel Tower out the window, adding a frisson of oo là là. Typical Gemma.

    I did my usual research survey with 10 girls I trust and have known for a long time: 3 have shot their own home porn, 2 said they now wanted to try it; 5 said no way, not in this lifetime. They were the 50% who probably voted Brexit.

    There you have it. Home porn has entered the zeitgeist like student prostitution and teen porn addiction. And remember this, if you share your home porn on the web it is there for future boyfriends, employers and parents FOREVER!

    Teen Nubile Sluts & Porn Addiction

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  • feedwordpress 15:06:25 on 2016/07/20 Permalink
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    Orgy – One Way To Find Out Who You Really Are 

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    Orgy is such a gorgeous word it’s like a mantra and sometimes I find myself saying it over and over again as I walk down the street – orgy, orgy, orgy.

    People look at me as if I am really sad (or entirely mad) but we all have an orgy fantasy and mumbling my mantra probably does a lot more good than harm – it reminds people of their subliminal desires, their antediluvian instincts.

    People tend to think of an orgy as a swingers’ party where exactly what gets inserted into whom is less important than the daring of being there nakedly doing the inserting or receiving the insertions like a letter box with junk mail.

    The lucky dip (more often unlucky dip) of dropping car keys in a pot for an accidental night of wife swapping is as passé in cyber times as writing thank you notes and personal letters, although I still do when Mother deigns to give me a gift.

    Orgy Happens

    If we travel back down the human highway to Ancient Athens, the orgia was about sex; yes, of course, it’s always about sex, but practitioners liked to think of it more as a fertility rite, a pleasant way of realizing ecstatic union with the divine. There were many cults known as Hellenistic mystery religions. The most famous of these were followers of Cybele, where nocturnal orgies ended with the initiated in a feverish trance and the priests being castrated. They knew how to party back then.

    The Romans – more bourgeois than we would like to think – invented the Bacchanal – an orgy with lashings of good wine. Drunk sodden sessions where servants ended up inserting themselves in the masters’ wives got so out of hand the Senate set about trying to suppress the revels, something not achieved until the Christian era when God replaced the gods and man, made in God’s image, felt obliged to take on God’s doubts, inhibitions and imagined rules. And of course, when there are rules man (and woman) feel obliged to break them.

    The best orgies are unplanned. They happen. At least, that is my experience. You go to a party. You see your boyfriend kissing another girl and immediately have a desire to kiss her too. His hand runs under her skirt and you find a stranger’s busy fingers undoing your blouse. You’ve had two glasses of champagne and a cocktail containing who knows what; Spanish Fly, I imagine.

    Music throbs like a heartbeat. The room is lit by flickering candles. Shadows waltz about the walls. Your blouse is off and you are still kissing the unknown girl while your boyfriend, soon to be ex-boyfriend, runs her panties down her legs. He bends her over the arm of the sofa. Your lips part and the unknown man fills your mouth with his insert. Decadence is an aphrodisiac.

    Orgy Instincts

    As the music changes tempo, you move on like Pavlov’s dog, shedding more clothes and discovering who you really are and what you really want. You are a human animal. You were born to breed, our only real function. You like sex. You like a lot of sex. You like variety. And you like girls just as much and maybe more than you thought you did.

    It’s easy to understand why the Romans introduced the grape to the saturnalia. It lowers your reserves, your hang-ups, our body image obsession. In the twilit world of the candles, with the curtain sound of the music, with our boundless capacity for dissolution and betrayal, the orgy is the most normal of all human instincts.

    “Orgy” illustration by Sattu Rodrigues

    image shows cover The Secret Life of GirlsBella in The Secret Life of Girls wants to be a pop star and will do anything to reach her dream – YES, ANYTHING! 

    5***** “This is a rare book in the erotic market, really well written, good strong story with believable characters, and a main subject in Bella who is amazing, adventurous and sexually confidant. She is like ‘Candy’ on speed. Chloe Thurlow is in my view top of the tree in this genre.” Anthony on Amazon

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    Summer Sex Ways To Lose Weight and Look Younger 

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    Summer sex is easy and slow, drenched in warm sweat and the scent of hot bodies. Summer sex burns calories, you sleep better and wake up feeling years younger.

    Sex at any time is great, but summer sex with open windows and starry skies gets you in touch with your cave girl instincts. Go to the beach, swim naked and howl at the moon on all fours to the drumbeat of the moving tide with the man in your life gripping your hips bones like they’re the wheel on a Ferrari. What girl doesn’t adore the rush of a multiple-orgasm? Doggie style is the way to get one.

    The experts say we burn about 150 calories making love. That’s one-and-a-half chocolate biscuits. At that rate, to burn off the 3,500 calories it takes to lose one pound of body weight, you’d have to have sex 25 times. You can do that. Course you can. But can he?Summer Sex Ways To Lose Weight and Look Younger

    What the so-called experts don’t take into account is, after you make love, you don’t rush down to the kitchen and hit the cookie jar. That happens after smoking pot. On the contrary, you stretch and cuddle and make love again. You skip meals and, as you feel the weight dropping off, you fall in love with the svelte new thinner you.

    Summer Sex Passion

    Summer sex means summer dresses, summer sandals, summer tops, summer undies – easy to wash and easy to exit. Summer sex means bare legs and bare shoulders, summer lusts and summer longings. Summer sex means finding the fun you lost in the cold chills of winter.

    When the sun burns on a scorching sky, girls feel a Dionysian need to go around half-naked. You want to look great and feel great with acres of flesh bronzing in the killer rays. Summer sex is the logical consequence of desire meeting passion.

    Sex is good for you as exercise because it increases the heart rate, aids sleep and pumps estrogen and hormones into the blood stream. Unlike most work outs, sex is never boring. If you have pains of any type, headache, backache, cramps, anxiety, before reaching for the paracetamol, an orgasm is a far better cure.

    Every time you have sex, that hour between the sheets is added like a bonus to the end of your life, cheating time and helping you to sleep better, feel better even smell better. There are 25,000 reasons to have sex every day. I’m not kidding. Click and see for yourself

    Here’s my tip about summer sex, sex at any time: if in doubt, do it. Regret is a terrible thing and we regret most what we didn’t do and should have done than what we did do and probably shouldn’t have done. 

    summer sex and Love Bends and Making Love Is Not Love But It May Be The Beginning of LoveKatie, my avatar from Katie in Love, loves summer sex.

    Get your copy from your local Amazon today.

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