Thursday, April 10, 2008

Unbelievably Exhausted

I miss my husband. He's been getting home around midnight. I haven't been able to stay awake to see him or have sex!!! It's been 2 days of NO SEX and I'm feeling very sexually deprived. Last night, I made it a mission to stay awake. I sent hubby sexy text messages about what we would do at night. I took a shower and got all gussied up. I watched a documentary on female orgasms (I love all things about sex) and passed out around 10:30 pm. I mean passed out on the couch cold. I woke up at 6:45 am after I snoozed a million times. I thought about calling out sick from work b/c I am so fuckin' tired. I'm currently drinking black coffee. I need to stay awake tonight, I want to get laid.

I don't know if I'm feeling this way from the HCG trigger shot or from actual pregnancy. I felt this way last month, when i was pregnant for about 2 days. It's probably the trigger shot. But this sucks. I hate being so low energy, especially when it impacts my sex life. I NEED TO HAVE SEX TONIGHT.

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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The Swan Dive

Monday night was exciting, as expected. I had a brand new shiny bare puss puss. But last night blew my mind away. I feel like my body is still recovering from soul-shaking orgasms. My cha-cha is still spasming right now. The sex started at 9. I think I came 10+ 20+ times. It was unreal. I don't even have words for it. All I know is that I kept waking up to orgasms. WAKING UP TO ORGASMS. I have never screamed so loud. Our bodies would find each other in our sleep. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I would die. I lost all control. This went on until 2 or 3 am when I passed out from exhaustion.

Holy shit. Talk about an adventure. I was doing things I couldn't really dream of. I'm kind of in awe. Man, do I love this guys. Anyone who can tickle me like that is someone very special.

Life is pretty fuggin good right now... My sex life went from absolutely mind-blowing to soul shaking.

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Monday, August 27, 2007

Butter Up Your Yoni Flower


Yeah good stuff. I own this stuff and it's great to play with solo or with a partner.

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Thursday, August 16, 2007

Trimming My Bush

I thought it was a fabulous idea to give Connie, my muffin, a haircut before my first date with hubby, then boyfriend obviously. I was a slut and put out on the first date. We didn't sleep all night. I am proud to say that hubby dearest limped home from sheer exhaustion. What wasn't so cool were the rug burns Connie gave Mr. P, hubby's lingam. Connie's hairs were short and prickly. Oops -- I suppose I got carried away with the trimming.

I really like my bush. I do! Luckily hubby loves the bush -- I found a good man. But there is so much self-guilt for not trimming my bush. I certainly don't want hubby to have a mouth full of hair! Trimming alway makes Connie all itchy for a few days. And then the hairs poke out through my panties. *Sigh*

I love the idea of getting a Brazilian. The pain terrifies me. The realization that the hair will certainly grow back and stubbly irritates me. I am so not into stubble . Hence, I don't shave. I trim with scissors. I am a fan of the close trim. [Pic below.] No crazy hearts or lightning rods cut out in my pubes.
I'm so boring. I don't appreciate my pubes. My pubes can be art! Don't believe me? Check out the pubic hair fashion show video. Enjoy. I'm off to trim my bush.


Pubic Hair Fashion Show - For more funny videos, click here

Uhm.. nothing that crazy though.

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Thursday, August 2, 2007

Sexsomnia


Oh SHIT I fell asleep during sex. How did that happen? Hmm.. well
this feels good. I could have sworn we both came already. [Drifting back to sleep]

[Conversation with hubby the next day]
Hubby: Do you remember us having sex in our sleep last night?
Me: Huh?
Hubby: We made love once. We fell asleep. And then I woke up and I was inside of you.
Me: Hmmm.. Now it all makes sense.
[Conversation with best friend]

Me: Oh Dilly we had sex again in our sleep.
Dilly: Which is why I can't ever crash on your floor.
Me: Oh come now.
Dilly: Uhm.. remember the time that we were all sleeping over Doc's place? We were watching a movie and all of a sudden your hubby tried to mount you in his sleep. Gross.
Diagnosis: Sexsomnia. So instead of sleepwalking we engage in sleepfucking -- I don't mind it at all;)

Maybe all of the times I thought I was having vivid dreams about cumming were real and hubster and I were getting it on...

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Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Spilled Spermies

According to baby-making sex, unfortunately, missionary style is the best position to conceive. The problem is I cum from being on top. I need to be on top so that I control the friction of the dickens inside by gyrating my hips. Sure I've cum from missionary or doggie style, but me on top is guaranteed mind-blowing orgasm. The sacrifices I make for tubby.

Yesterday was a shit-fest of a day. I needed a release. When hubby came home I climbed on top of him. I needed to O from a dickens! Luckily I came at the same time hubby came. Generally hubby is great at holding off on ejaculating, but I've become a sperm-nazi. He's not allowed to masturbate. He no longer gets head. All baby batter must be inside of me. Trust me, if I could pregnant by giving head, I'd have TMJ by now.

So I slowly slid off hubby squeezing my vagina as tightly as I could (to not lose spermies). I elevated my hips and then passed out. As soon as I got out of bed this morning, all of the cum ran down my legs. When we have morning sex in the missionary position, I lay down for 30 minutes to let the spermies get to the desired location and I hop out of bed. I barely lose any spermies. Not like the gush this freaking morning -- sperm flood.

What the fuck? Aren't the orgasms supposed to contract my vaginal walls and suck up the sperm? This kid isn't even born yet and s/he's already ruining my sex life!

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Thursday, May 24, 2007

Lights On!

I'm generally a fan of sex with the lights off. A nice orgasm helps me sleep better. But this is not about O'ing, this is all about getting the baby batter into the oven. Hubby's schedule has just gone crazy again. He's coming home at all hours of the night. I'm passed out cold by the time he gets home. I simply can not stay awake for him until the wee hours of the morning. Plus, hubby's exhausted when he gets home. I need fresh batter!

The new plan is having a quicky in the morning the nights hubby gets home mad late (which will be Monday-Friday). Here's how the week played out thus far -- I set my alarm for 6:15 AM. Took my temperature. Ran to the bathroom to pee. Woke up hubby with seductive kisses. Got the batter into the oven. Kept hips elevated until 6:45 AM. Got dressed (pantyliner to catch excess gism) and ran out the door by 7 AM praying that hubby's swimmers reached their goal. A hectic morning for sure. But starting the day with a dickens inside ain't bad.

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Monday, May 14, 2007

Sex, Drugs & Masturbation

I think I'm still high from Sunday's pill party.

Sunday morning started the best way possible. Hubby and I slept in. The few weekends hubby has free from work are usually enjoyed by a sex-romp fest. We were able to enjoy round 1 of the sex-romp fest before the crackberry summoned my hubby to the office.

Let me first say I did nothing illegal. I have a prescription for Vicodin and Valium. My wisdom teeth "holes" started hurting as the sex endorphins were gone. I decided to pop a dash of Vicodin, pinch of Valium and a cup full of vino. I felt like I was looking at the world through BluBlockers -- a hazy shade of sunny Summer.

Soon I started to feel turned on. I started to gently rub my legs together. It felt good. I didn't want a small tremor of an orgasm, I wanted an explosion. My vibrator was no where to be found. How someone loses a vibrator is a story for another time. As I have mentioned before I am not well-versed in tickling myself with my own fingers. The three V's (Vicodin, Valium, Vino) filled me with desire, sexual adventure and courage. With one hand cupping my breast and one hand on my vagina -- I came. Hard. Alone. Sans mechanical devices. Sticky fingers. Sweet nectar. Delicious. I liked it so much that I did it a few more times, I know I'm a show-off.

So today I sit here sipping my detox tea. No more pills for me. As my friend C told me, "I want to come back as a pill in my next life."

The lesson learned: Sexual enjoyment is everywhere, even in wisdom teeth removal.

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Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Sex: Ongoing Edumucation


There’s no reason why a sex life should stagnate. I have learned so much from your comments to my post below. Hell, reading a lot of those comments got me incredibly turned on. I encourage you all to read the comments and comment yourself; you’ll find true gems of sexual wisdom.

The lessons learned are (1) always use the lightest touch when touching a clit (she can always ask you to add more pressure – LIGHT LIGHT LIGHT) (2) communicate with your partner (3) trust your partner (4) know your own turn on and body (5) remember that everyone has a different turn on.

Some girls like... (just to name a few)
  • romance/sensual touches
  • rough sex
  • watching porno
  • anal sex
  • a finger in the ass
  • linear or circular strokes on the clit OR no clit touching
  • spanking
  • the shocker
  • dirty talk
  • toe f*cking
  • wants their guy to cum on them (breasts, ass, stomach, yoni or even face)
  • clit sucking
  • fisting
  • nipple rubbing or light biting
  • role playing fantasies
There is no right way to be turned on, have sex or climax. Make up the rules as you go. Don’t be embarrassed or shy about what you like. I’ll admit it, I love the the shocker or just a finger in my ass as I’m about to climax. I get turned on by porno. I like it when my husband talks dirty to me. Somedays all I want to do is suck my husband’s cock dry. I get turned on by him cumming on me, especially on my yoni. What I’m trying to say is all women are different. Don't be shy about your desire, manifest your desire. Have fun learning about one another.

Love your body. Love your turn on. Anything and everything goes as long as it’s consensual.

***All of you who posted comments, you’re all ROCKSTARS in my book. Mad love.

P.S. Never put anything in a woman's anus w/o permission:)
P.P.S. Post all comments about sex on the previous post... which is why I have closed comments on this post. I am re-directing you.

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Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Blessed Art Thou Orgasm

Participation (Please): I know I have readers out there, I’ve got stat counter. If you’re shy, that’s fine, post anonymously; I want all of your tips/advice about sex and orgasms. What turns you on? What gets you off? Be raunchy, I don’t care (that’s actually more fun). I want this post to be educational.

If I could do it all over again, I would have become a sex therapist. Sex is my passion. Helping others achieve an “O” gives me a high. This comment prompted this post:

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Rubbery Pickle":

Hi BC. Do you have to orgasm every time you have sex? My GF doesn't do it all the time and I always feel like I'm not doing my job.

Anon in the middle ofthe USA!


Anon, this one’s for you! Yes, as Samantha said, “when I RSVP to a party, I always cum.”

Mood

A woman’s body is very delicate and she may not be feeling as amorous as her partner likes AND it has nothing to do with the partner. I have to unclutter my mind before I am ready to orgasm. If my mind is somewhere else and not fully present in my body there is no way I can cum. It’s not just about pushing the right buttons or nubbin.

What helps me personally? Yoga/Exercise. Vino. Sensual massage. Sensual buffet. Laughing. Playing together and being silly. Lying in bed and connecting with my husband. We have a ritual every night where we lie in bed and snuggle and talk about our day. That connection helps to unclutter my mind and bring back my turn on.

And honestly, it’s okay to not always be in the mood. Honor your body. Touching, kissing, nibbling, caressing and playing can all be just as rewarding as Oing.

Does She Feel Sexy?

Many women have body issues. Hell, I’m a size zero and I sometimes feel fat. I do. I admit it. Sometimes I’m really bloated and I feel like a whale. I don’t feel sexy. I got over it. It’s important to love my body as is, because if I can’t love it, how can a man love my body?

Here’s how I got over my body issues: I was in a women’s circle, in San Francisco of course, where all of the ladies got naked. I remember being so nervous and scared. I was insecure about my body. I got up slowly, faced a roomful of women and took off all of my clothes until I was down to my birthday suit. I hadn’t even trimmed my bush and was slightly embarrassed. The rest of the girls took turns telling me the beauty they saw in my body. I felt my body being cocooned in love. I then turned around, faced a mirror and really looked at myself. I remember being so surprised, for the first time I saw a beautiful, womanly body in front of me. It was so overwhelming that I fought to hold back tears. I’ll never forget the experience… being naked with other women and just loving our bodies. I finally got over (most) of my body issues.

Obviously that kind of experience is not for everyone. I encourage all women to take off their clothes and look at themselves. Touch yourselves with your fingers or a soft silk scarf (experiment with different materials and textures), anything you like. Feel the softness of your skin. Close your eyes and trace your fingers over every portion of your skin. What feels good? What turns you on? Find your turn on. If you’re feeling adventurous, invite a friend to help you explore your body male or female:)

Can She Get Herself Off?

I believe this with every fiber of my being, know your yoni. Every woman needs to know how to cum. I remember being 8 years old and learning that if I rubbed my legs together I could cum, a small tremor of an orgasm, but still an orgasm. I am ashamed to admit that I can’t make myself cum from rubbing my clit with my own fingers. I need a mechanical device. My vibrator of choice is the Hitachi magic wand, it plugs into an outlet. I’ve killed one too many battery operated vibrators. What's your favorite vibrator?

Take a mirror and really look at your pussy, alone or with a partner. Explore every fold of your pussy. Name her. Own her. She is beautiful. Lighting and music, at least for me, is important. Make your environment sexy. Have a field day with your vibrator or your fingers. Be patient. The orgasm will come.

Technique/Patience

Men, listen up, a vagina is delicate. This is a great book, Satisfaction: The Art of the Female Orgasm (Hardcover) by Kim Cattrall. Rough sex can be great if the partner wants it. But the clit is super sensitive. LIGHT TOUCHES. Learn how to get your woman off manually, with your fingers and your tongue. My husband wrote a great post about this, but unfortunately for trolls, I had to take it down. Here’s a gist of what he wrote: FOREPLAY. FOREPLAY. FOREPLAY. In other words, don’t attack her pussy with your fingers, tongue or penis, okay? Engage the woman’s entire body first. Everything on her body should be turned on from head to toe before you go near the va-ja-ja.

What works for me? Light strokes on the clit. I like his fingers slowly touching the outside of Connie (my pussy’s name is Connie My Punnanie). His fingers slowly working their way to my yoni lips. At this point I am usually quite moist, if not, Astroglide is my lubricant of choice. I like light short strokes on my clit. With time I like the strokes to be fast, really fast until climax.

I don’t always cum in a matter of minutes. Sometimes I need lots of time to orgasm. There are times when it’s a lot of work for hubby, a lot of work. His fingers, penis and tongue can get very tired. If my body is taking a long time to cum, hubby usually stops focusing on the yoni and tries to engage the rest of my body. That always works for me. I don’t usually cum from every position through only penile penetration and no manual clitoral stimulation. I always cum from the pure penis pleasure when I’m on top, riding him (my position of choice).

Conclusion

There’s so much I want to say but this post has gotten way to long. Just be patient. Keep trying to always make sex fun. It should be fun. Love your body. Connect with your partner. Communicate during sex. I tell hubby exactly what I want and need. Tell him if you want a finger in your ass. Don’t be shy. Your partner isn’t a mind reader.

Now go forwards and f*ck your brains out.

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Monday, April 30, 2007

Rubbery Pickle


I am usually pretty siked when I ovulate, but not this cycle when I am trying not to conceive. Here's the problem, I get super horny when I ovulate, it's hard to believe but I get more horned up than usual. I have egg-white juices flowing, while that may not seem appetizing, keep in mind that makes for a very lubricated yoni, lots of juice for the pickle.

Here is where the problem lies, I like my pickle o'naturale and not rubbery. I hate the damn condom and I don't care if that's politically incorrect. I hate the way they smell. I hate the way they feel. I hate the fact they dry me out. I hate they way the pickle tastes after the rubber is off. AND I hate my beautiful pickle looking like a stuffed sausage. I usually just risk the pull-out method, but with an upcoming oral surgery (all 4 wisdom teeth removal), I didn't want to risk being knocked up (ha ha laughing bitterly -- as if I could get knocked up so easily) and inadvertently feeding my unborn baby general anesthesia.

Hubby got home at 6 am from work on Sunday morning. Of course I was horny. We fooled around and did everything but the "deed" b/c of my hatred for the condom. I spooned hubster. His naked ass was up against my yoni and I felt so turned on that I thought I was going to explode. That's the thing with ovulation time, I just need to be f*cked. Sometimes a girl just needs a dick in the box. At this point it was close to 7 am and I started nibbling on hubby. That man is a trooper, after working 17+ hours, he could sense my turn on and was happy to oblige.

It's been so long since I've had a rubbery pickle.. and honestly it was all good. I didn't even notice. I came fast and hard. I could go for a pickle right now. Gots to love those female hormones.

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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

An Interesting Lick of Ice Cream

I encountered a girl (aka suitable girl) that hubby had gone on one date with a few months before he met me. She is like hubby in many ways: Ivy-league educated, Punjabi, Sikh, and from the Bay (she would have made my in-laws cream). I'm public school educated, Bengali, Catholic and from Patheticut (PT). I asked him why he never called suitable girl for a second date.

Hubby replied, "She was crazy."

He gave me a few examples of this chic's craziness -- nothing was crazy, she was completely normal. I reminded hubby that none of the examples of suitable girl's craziness compared to my craziness. I gently reminded hubby that I sent him a questionnaire, when I didn't really know him, asking things like 1.) have you ever bitten off your toe nails with your teeth 2.) has anyone wrapped their lips around your Punjabi penis 3.) [use your imagination as the questions got much more interesting.] For a second I was upset, did hubby not believe that I am a crazy Bengali chick bubbling with quirks and eccentricities? Hubby quickly assured me that he has never encountered anyone quite as interesting as me. Good.

So I asked hubby, "So obviously it wasn't the fact that this chic was crazy. Damnit you know you like crazy. You married crazy and you f*cking love that sh*t. Why did I tickle your fancy? Why did you pursue a relationship with me and never call suitable girl for a second date?"

Hubby said to me, "You're unbelievably hot and she's not. Bottom line."

I'm not denying the fact that I'm a hot brownie, I clean up purdy good. This just doesn't sit well with me. Are men that shallow? Did hubby want to get to know me b/c he thought I was hot? Suitable girl is not ugly, she's a 6.5-7 on the looks-meter. Does hotness make that much of a difference?

I don't think so. Here's my theory -- Hubby pursued me b/c he found himself a bowl of crazy and he wanted to double dip as much as possible. How do I say this... my husband appears from the outside to like vanilla ice cream but he secretly wants bubble-gum, pistachio, fig, cherry garcia, mocha, mango, chunky monkey, cake batter and chubby hubby flavor ice-cream all in one attractively packaged container. I gots those flavors.

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Monday, April 9, 2007

Sex for Sex


Sex for sex's sake is deliciously orgasmic. This month we are off the ttc (trying to conceive) bandwagon as I must get my wisdom teeth pulled. Anesthesia and tubby don't mix well. It is so much easier to cum (4 times yesterday morning might I add) when I don't have to worry if my legs are propped back far enough, I'm in the best position to hold sperm, whether my cervical fluid is egg white consistency or decipher my temperature. It's honestly glorious. Liberating. Fun.

There's also no mystery sex with baby-making. Everything is planned, planned and planned. I had to catch my egg! Even when I planned to be laid back and not plan sex, that's bullsh*t, I still calculated my chances of pregnancy secretly. I would call poor hubby and scream, "You need to get home NOW. I NEED SPERM." Not very romantic, luckily hubby never seemed to mind. I analyzed everything hubby did and would say things like "don't do that - that won't make a baby" or "STOP - is that safe for tubby" or hubby's least favorite "no you're not getting head d*amnit, that's a waste of sperm." Mystery sex if far more appetizing especially with a little vino.*** I don't know where hubby is or what he's doing with his appendages, I just get to relax and enjoy the rolling orgasms. After mystery sex, I say things like, "I sure as hell don't know what you were doing and I don't care if it's legal, unf*ckingbelievable! Do it again! Do it again! Do me again!"

With all the fun I'm having, I'm not sure when I'll be ready for ttc sex, maybe never. Baby-making sex can go suck an egg, if it can ever catch one.

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A Bengali Chick public service announcement: Inebriation and sex are not a good thing, unless you're with a committed partner that you trust.

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Friday, March 2, 2007

Naughty Things

I'm horny. I've been visualizing a baby constantly, it's only normal that my body is sending mad sex hormones. The bad part is that my husband just got pulled on a huge new deal. Wednesday night I tried to stay up for him, but passed out around 2 am. Last night I was determined on staying up; hence, I didn't go to bed until 4 am and unfortunately had to be at the office at 7:30 am. I'm an effing trooper.

I think it's important to set the sexy tone throughout the day and not just wait until bedtime. When I had a camera phone, upgraded to a pda recently, I would take a couple shots of a peak-a-boo breast or a va-ja-ja shot and send them to hubby with a sultry message. Now that I don't have a camera phone I'm left to text messages and gmail chat. A little text foreplay is a great way of getting things hot. It doesn't have to be elaborate, sometimes I'll send a simple message on chat:

I need you. Do me. NOW.

Yes, I know, pushy. I think it's okay to pushy about certain things, like this, in a marriage. I've already masturbated multiple times today, I swear to you this is the effect of the law of attraction and mediation. My challenge is going FANTASTIC.

WARNING: Sex is one of my favorite topics.

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