Erotica – the male of the species

I was out drinking… and eating… and talking…

The subject of erotica came up. I know big surprise. The surprise was when one of my party made the comment that women write better erotica than men.

Before I could stop myself I blurted out, “Then you can’t have read Jeremy Edwards!”

Oh yes, that started the fun… discussing the difference between how men and women view sex, view porn, and what makes porn different from erotica. Everyone had their own opinion… usually degrading pornography and elevating erotica.

Interesting… especially when you consider that the general sense was porn was for men and erotica for women. Another thing that seemed to arise that indicated a dividing line between porn and erotic was story. Erotica told a story, or a more complex story than boy meets girl for sex.

So I went surfing and found some delightful definitions of porn and erotica…

Pornography: creative activity (writing or pictures or film etc.) of no literary or artistic value other than to stimulate sexual desire.

Hmmm…. So, this would include all those “man walks into x and sees woman (or women) and commences to have sex”. Or alternatively “man opens door and sees woman (or women) and commences to have sex”.

Erotica: works of art, including literature, photography, film, sculpture and painting, that deal substantively with erotically stimulating or sexually arousing descriptions.

So really… the difference between erotica and porn is in the eye of the beholder. What did Justice Stewart write regarding an obscenity trial in 1964? “…I know it when I see it.” The funny thing is, that was 1964. In 1969 Midnight Cowboy received an X rating for its portrayals of sex and drugs. I just watched it and there is more nudity and drugs in the average teen flick these days let alone Sex and the City.

But back to Jeremy Edwards.

For anyone who thinks that women write better erotica – please check out Mr. Edwards. One of his latest short pieces is in the archives at Clean Sheets and his blog is here.

Enjoy!

Licks!

Emma’s Erotic Sketches Penultimate Moments – Part I

Penultimate Moments – Part I

He chuckled, “what’s your seat number?”

“13D.”

“I’m starting too like that number. It isn’t that unlucky, you always do get here eventually…. Remember hitting the room that one night in Memphis? My plane was late; you arrived on a different flight?”

“Yes…” she remembered, when she had entered the room with the key that he had hid behind the garbage can on the 13th floor, he had surprised her.

The room was lit by dozens of candles. Soft music played in the background and before she had a chance to take it all in he came out of the bedroom and without a saying a word, picked her up and kissed her. She always hated being picked up, and yet she couldn’t imagine anything more romantic than being held in his arms. When he put her down, he had gone down on his knees and laid his head against her tummy.

Lifting her shirt, he began kissing it over and over again. She felt drunk, and again he had melted all of the travel stress away.

“I kissed your tummy, and then your nipples…. Remember?”

“Yes…. But not here…” she pleaded, the memory of his hand moving behind her back, pushing her breast closer to him, and watching him take her nipple into his mouth. She opened her eyes wide and focused on the plane, her fellow travelers, anything to stop the throbbing between her legs. Her nipples contracted hard and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her body struggling with the memory of his mouth on hers, she wanted to give in, and yet she was in a plane full of people. Granted most of those people were too engrossed in their own thoughts and frustrations to notice. Still Meg wanted not to flush, not to give anything away, but his words had done their work, and Meg was warm, moist and afraid that at any moment she would start dripping down her thigh.

“Not now…” she pleaded.

“Why not?” He teased her. “Remember the feel of my mouth on your breast, my tongue licking your nipple until it stood out hard?”

“Yes… how can I forget?”

“I picked you up in my arms and took you to bed.”

She sighed with the memory and closed her eyes hoping no one was looking at her. Her face always betrayed her when he did this. These naughty phone calls had become a regular part of their existence. Once, when she was traveling with family, she had tried to find someplace to talk in the hotel without being overheard. It hadn’t worked very well. The hotel was full of families and even the staircase was no escape. There she was, weak, flushed and wet, and mothers with their pre-teen daughters were walking past. The stench of their disapproval had sent her back to the bar. There she could listen, even if she couldn’t participate.

“You picked me up like I weighted nothing.” She remembered.

“Twenty pounds, not an ounce more.”

“Philip, we’re moving.”

He whooped, “I’ll meet you at baggage claim.”

Dreaming…

I woke up this morning dreaming of oral sex.

Of lips, tongue, fingers… on me, inside me.

It was a delightful dream – ever changing. A kaleidoscope of images, memories of sensations, fantasies of situations yet to come all with the same theme. A lovers head between my thighs, their tongue tracing every ridge until they found the sweet spot, until my body convulsed. Then, as I slickened, fingers found their way inside me – filling me. While their lips played with my clit…teasing it…sucking it….

We were in my bed, on the dining table, the plane bathroom….

And each time I was pushed to the edge and beyond – given an orgasm – with no expectation of having to return the gift of oblivion in bliss.

Dreams are lovely.

They tie us to our past and help us invent the future.

Licks!

Love…

I have always had a theory – that you couldn’t love someone who didn’t love you back.

Don’t get me wrong – I’ve had my share of infatuations and lusts. But love… love is a rare thing and something that doesn’t come along much… if ever.

My lover is gone.

And I am left alone with memories of what was and what might have been and the wish that our moment could have lasted longer.

There are so many songs – of love gone wrong. We all have our favorites to comfort us when love leaves and we are left in that moment between…

Breathe.

In that moment between each breath that catches us and pains us and in that pause, between breaths, we wonder if we will ever breathe again.

Tomorrow will be a new day – with new opportunities – new doors that will open on different lands…places of surcease…places where I will find again the bliss that I once felt with you.

Licks!

The Kiss

Kissing is an art.

It is the opening act.

I remember, with gentle amusement, my first kiss. It was a sloppy, open mouth, face devouring, kiss. The kind that strips your makeup off (it was the 80’s and we were young) and made you wonder why people liked kissing.

Luckily – later attempts were better. But it was years before I experienced a transcendent kiss – and that was a kiss! An open door, that when walked through, took me to lands of desire and bliss.

In that kiss I realized all of the dreams of what a kiss should be. How it warms you, sending tendrils of longing through your body. A good kiss pulls you in allowing you to leave the world behind. Narrows your focus and builds – moment upon moment – on itself.

I had a lover who I adored kissing. Our kisses would start out gently – tentative – almost chaste. Then move to demanding. Our bodies rippling together as our lips and tongue danced.

The interesting thing was, when I mentioned to him, how much I adored kissing him, he told me that I had a funny way of kissing. I didn’t open to him soon enough – I believe was the message – I kept him tantalized but not satisfied.

Why am I not sorry?
(Too bad I can’t show you the wicked grin or the raised eye brow this memory brings.)

A kiss, like a touch, begins things. There are as many different ways to kiss as there are combinations of people and moods. Sometimes I bite, sometimes I play with my tongue against their teeth, sometimes I devour drinking in their lips and tongue.

And sometimes…I kiss the corner of their mouth, feather my lips across theirs and then wait. Stroking the embers of a fire that started with a look or a touch and waiting to see where my lover will take me.

Tantalizing….

Licks!

The Longest Night of the Year

Tonight darkness will fall early and stay late. Time best spent reveling in the darkness. In the in-between places.

Enjoying the cover of night that brings lovers together, knowing that dawn will be held back.

It is a perfect night to while away the hours. Slowly unpeeling layer after layer – until each is revealed, shameless, vulnerable and naked.

Drifting in the darkness, caresses flickering as the candlelight cast pools of shadow.

Moments pile against moments – the slow long kiss that begins chastely and moves to demanding, devouring breath.

Hands, familiar and knowing, seek the tender places. Places of delight and ecstasy. There is no rush – dawn is very far away.

We rush to the finish, then back away, delaying yet again our fulfillment. Knowing as we do that each retreat moves us that much further to the ultimate surrender of self.

…and we have all night for the journey.

Licks!

New Addition – Emma’s Erotic Sketches

WARNING! Erotic Fiction below!

I’ve been thinking that it would be fun to add some more Eros to my posts. So from time to time I’ll be posting flash fiction for your enjoyment. And please let me know if you do enjoy it.

Licks!

The Spanking

He pulled her across his lap. “You have been a very bad girl.” He growled as he spanked her, her buttocks shaking from the impact. She gasp, more surprised than hurt, no one had ever spanked her before.

“Did you like that?”

She said nothing, so he spanked her again watching as her butt cheeks tensed in anticipation of the next strike. His hand stung from hitting muscle rather than the relaxed flesh. Then he leaned over her, and bit her… just where the curve of her ass met the downward sweep of her leg. She yelped at the suddenness of it and felt her body flush warm.

He played his finger up and down between her cheeks – feeling the moisture pouring from her, he inserted a finger. And slowly began to play with her, pushing it in and pulling it out until she began to rock against his hand. She lifted her hips, begging for him to put something larger inside her. He took his finger out and placed in on her lips.

“Suck it,” he commanded. She wouldn’t take it into her mouth. He smeared her cum over her lips and forced his finger inside. “Suck… suck it clean,” he demanded of her. She tasted the salty sweetness that was her, and sucked.

With his other hand he reached for a dildo and began to stroke the tip of it against her clit. It was large, and she felt a moment of fear as he inserted it into her. It stretched her, and the rigidness of it felt different than having a cock inside her. Slowly he pushed it farther inside her, warming her up, getting her used to the feel of it inside her.

“Fuck it…” he whispered softly in her ear, “I want to see you fuck the dildo.”

She raised her hips, pulling away from the thing inside her, and then rocked them back taking more of it inside her. His gasp of surprise egged her on.

“I want to see your body go crazy…” he matched her rhythm and pushed it in deeper and deeper until she felt impaled on it. She rocked against it, pushing, feeling it fill her. He forced it farther in her as she bucked against it. Pulling it out and then pushing it deep inside her.

The finger she had sucked clean of her own cum, now moved and began teasing one nipple until it stood out hard. He tweaked it as she screamed, consumed by the desire to find release against the hard thing inside her, her body writhing on his lap, begging for more.

Quickly he altered his strategy… he pulled the dildo nearly out, keeping it barely inside her, not letting her have what she so desperately wanted.

By Emma Greer

Oh my, What Not To Do…

…the first time you have sex with someone. (Warning – this is a bit of a rant)

I was dishing it with the girls again and I have to say what were we thinking? Hell, what were you thinking?

I know that there can be angst around the first time you have sex with someone even if it is a one night stand. But really now – everyone get a grip.

First off –

Sex should be fun and not riddled with angst and insecurity. If someone likes you enough to get naked with you assume that they want to be with you. Step into the moment and enjoy – leave the baggage at the door.

Second – talk!

Decide the rules beforehand.

Which means – what flavor of safe-sex are you going to have and is there anything that is completely off limits.

If you’ve been flirting for weeks you may have a pretty good idea what turns your partner on – but depending on what you want (i.e. if you want the possibility of something more long term) let things unfold at a rate that is comfortable for both parties.

And more talking...

Let things unfold – some of us prefer to get to know someone before being bound, having oral or anal sex. Don’t push. If you are meeting for something specific – a fetish or a specific flavor of sex – talk about boundaries and expectations before you get started (yes I said that before but it is worth repeating!).

Communication is the key – although notice I say communication not stage direction. We are not dolls so don’t tell anyone what to do and where to go. Talk to us – we’ll talk to you. We’ll tell you what feels good, what we enjoy and you can tell us. This way each of us can work our way through our desires and boundaries.

If you find something nice about your partner – say it. You like the feel of their skin, or the way their nipples wink at you, or the taste of them. Everyone likes complements that are sincere – so when the thought comes express it.

Next step – listen!

Listen to the change in breathing, for catch in their breath, what makes them moan, purr, or cry out. Check in to see if they are reacting to pain or pleasure – or a bit of both. If they tell you something listen, be sweet about it, be considerate, be there and nowhere else.

And save the experiments for someone you know.

I would have had a much better week, several years ago, if the man I had sex with had asked me if I’d like a regular condom or one with “warming pleasure”. I would have opted out of the lovely warm sensations that made for the most uncomfortable sex I’ve ever had. Let alone the rash that took days to heal and itched like a bitch.

It is a common myth that everyone is have more – (choose your word here) better, kinkier, outrageous, orgasmic – sex than you are. If you are thinking about that, worrying about that, I doubt very much that you are really paying attention.

When you are having great sex – you are with your partner and there is nothing else in the world that exists.

Grab the moment – talk, listen, and enjoy!

Licks!

Good Morning!

It is a rainy gray day in my lovely little city. The kind of day that makes me want to curl up with my lover in front of the fireplace.

Today I have a fireplace, but no lover.

So…

I love books. I love words. I love the images that bloom in my head when I read.

The internet is lovely – but I still prefer the feel of a book in my hands, the dusty smell that rises as I turn the pages, the feel of the paper under my fingertips.

Then there are the words.

This morning when I woke I reached for the book I was reading last night – an old friend. In fact – it was the first erotica I’d ever read. Delta of Venus by Anais Nin. I have worn out my copy with reading and rereading.

Nin’s lyrical descriptions of sex fed my imagination. Passages like:

“His lips followed his hands; his nose, too, buried in the odors of her body, seeking oblivion, seeking the drug that emanated from her body.”

“His mouth grew more and more avid, as if it had become a sex organ in itself, capable of so enjoying her that if he continued to fondle her flesh with his tongue he would reach some absolutely unknown pleasure.”

Hmmmm….

I think that I shall spend the day reading of Paris and sex, before the fireplace, sipping coffee and then later wine. Between stories I will daydream of my lover’s hands on me – of the times when we would lie together in bed and I would read my stories to him.

At times we’d drown in words, he and I. Lyrical, evocative, erotic words wrapped around us heightening sensations titillating our minds.

If any of the daydreams strike my fancy – I’ll write them down.

Licks!

No Sex…

My lover is leaving for awhile.

Which means my bed will be cold. But it doesn’t exactly mean that I won’t be having sex. We’ve found a lovely answer to the distance issue. Thank you Alexander Graham Bell!

Now – you might think that phone sex is phone sex – Ha! Some have got it, some don’t and my love is amazing. When we are apart the sound of his voice is enough to make me wet. Then there is what he says and how he says it. The honeyed words of love and lust that drip from his mouth are food and drink in the desert.

He tells me what he will do to me…and how he will do it.

How he will kiss me, take me to bed. Suck my nipples through my shirt before stripping me and worshiping my breasts. Turn me over so he can bite my ass then run his cock between my cheeks.

He tells me how he will torment me, tease me, waiting for me to contract around nothing in despair… waiting for him to fill me. How he will take my legs, wrapping them around his body, pulling me close and pressing inside me – until I am right on the edge of coming. Then he will taste me, us, him – licking and probing with his tongue until beg him to stop.

But he doesn’t stop.

He keeps going licking, sucking, and fingering me until I start to gush – filling his mouth with my honey – feeding him until he is sated.

His words bring to life his hands, mouth and cock – and I am no longer alone in my bed.

The memory of what has been and the knowledge of what will be when we are together again wraps around me warming me and comforting me.

Licks!

Oral fixation…

I have a bit of an oral fixation.

I like things in my mouth.

It isn’t something that I can help and nothing is better than a lover who appreciates it. Although I’ve had my share of embarrassing situations, believe me. One lover had a thing about saliva and wouldn’t let me touch him with my tongue – let alone put my mouth on anything.

Then I really put myself on the line – I was seducing a man and told him that I was amazing, the best he would ever have, at oral sex. Well… I was wrong. Nothing I did worked for him. What a blow to the ego!

Things might be different if I met him now, I learned something new.

I do learn new things all the time. Or I relearn old things. When I was younger I didn’t have a gag reflex – now I do – so things are a bit more complicated. But I’ll take age and wisdom over youth and enthusiasm any day.

But I learned something new – which is strange considering my obsession with oral sex – but what I’ve found is that every man is different.

Most lovers are just excited to have their cock in a mouth. Others like suction, others are turned on by how deep you can take them in, some by the occasional grazing of teeth, some by how you play your tongue against the glands, down the sides, or slipping in the fissure. Hands on the cock, the balls, below the balls where the cock continues down to the pelvis, fingers in around or in the ass – all add more to the fun.

What I’ve never had was a lover that was enjoying himself so much but wouldn’t come.

That is another thing I like – feeling my lover come in my mouth. The rippling of the muscles, the contractions, and shudders…. Mmmmm…. Usually my desire for unlimited time with their cock in my mouth is enough but the other night it wasn’t. In fact this lover had never come in my mouth – had never been brought to orgasm with my mouth and hands.

One of the joys of him is that we communicate! So when he explained that although my mouth was delectable as it crossed the glands – if I would add my hand to that… well bliss would ensue. So, I did – adding my hand as an extension of my lips and, some time later, in his words, he came. Harder than he had come in ages. For him, my lips just didn’t apply as much pressure as he needed.

So I learned something new, something I can’t wait to try again that satisfies my oral fixation and his lust.

Licks!

The Check really was in the Mail!

There are three parts of the writing business that always give me a lift.

• One: submitting a piece
• Two: having it accepted
• Three: getting paid

I just want to bask in the joy of part three! The check, small though it is, came. For brief moment of monetary validation. Not as great a high as good sex – but it has a thrill all its own.

Basking done… and now I’ll get back to work!

Licks!

Sex in the Afternoon

Sunday morning I got a visit from my lover at 8 am. We crawled back into bed and spent a glorious morning exploring each other. This morning as I lay in bed with my coffee I remembered when I was living with a man and we got into a bad habit.

Sex always came at the end of the evening. We were both night owls so our evenings ended in the wee hours of the morning. As you can imagine the sex itself became very perfunctory – often we were too tired for anything else.

From midnight on all I really want to do is go to sleep. Granted, curling up with my lover is the best kind of sleep. And there is value to sleepy sex. The slow almost dream like sex you have when you are both aroused but tired from a good day. It unfolds gradually and never goes anywhere but has a satisfaction all its own.

A diet of too much of the same thing makes Emma a dull girl.

I remember trying to break the habit but it was strong and we never changed. It was one of the reasons our liaison ended. Our sexual life had become stale.

That was what I was thinking about this morning. How much I enjoy the unexpected in a lover and the value of changing times, places, and positions. The more variety the more we have to explore. And I for one, value that highly. I also value the joy of learning someone. Taking the time to get to know their body and for them to know mine finding new places, movements, sensations to exploit. When it is a mutual exploration it is a wondrous thing.

But I think we sometimes forget the value of time.

A quickie is fun and definitely adds spice but there is something sublime about the different hours of the day. Sex first thing – when you are just waking up. Sex later in the morning after you’ve showered and dressed for the day. A nooner – meeting for an illicit tryst. Sex in the afternoon – on a Saturday after teasing each other while running errands or coming home early from work just to be together. The random middle of the night wakeup call when you wake to your lover’s touch.

There are so many possibilities.

As the sun arcs through the sky and the moon follows. Bodies at rest and motion collide in different patters – none of them the same – like snowflakes – unique and ephemeral.

Licks!

Tipping Points

The geek in me is having a ball thinking about different tipping points to write about for Clean Sheets’ new erotica contest The Tipping Point of Lust.

But then, I just love Clean Sheets!

But tipping points… those moments when something moves from a like to a love, a want to a need, from dream to desire. What “tips”? What changes? In another post I talked about how desire doesn’t come out of nowhere – we have to see before we want.

So where is that moment?

Once I stood next to a man, watching an amazing thunderstorm that was trapped in the valley, and felt an emotional shift. We were co-workers, had been taking small steps to becoming friends, but in that moment – standing very close to each other, without touching, watching the lightning strike the city I knew. The shift had been made and we would become lovers. It was an almost tangible change in the air.

But what about smaller tips?

• The kiss that is just a whisper of what is possible that then drowns you – spiraling out from your lips and flames into lust.
• The moment when you find out your new lover has a nearly unquenchable oral fixation.
• What if your partner’s nipples are his/her tipping points? Those lovely “on” switches that when flipped can make them come.
• When the sound of his voice is all it takes to make you dripping wet.
• What about that point where we tip into orgasm. That breathless moment where sensations become unbearable and you push forward, not out of desire but out of blinding need.  

And…

I think I’ve found my story…. But there are more out there. More tipping points…events small and large that take us into new territory…what are yours?

Licks!

Emma’s Dating Disasters…

Remember how I mentioned that my friends like to out me as an erotica writer…So, I’m at a party and there is this delectably lovely man that interests me. Sexy, confident, successful, and fit. He has dark hair and even darker eyes and I notice that he is covertly following me as I make my way through the party. I’m talking, laughing, and sneaking glances his way and am in the process of deciding if he is just a casual admirer of my outfit or if he is interested in more. I find the hostess, my oldest and dearest friend, do some fishing to vet his creds and then move in. But then my friend opens her mouth and this is what comes out….

“Hi, have you met Emma yet? She writes erotica.”

And then the fun begins.

First off, it is such a surprising statement even in my oversexed city that there is always interest. Second, the interest isn’t always good.

Since I’ve started researching sex and writing erotica while still dating I’ve found the following reactions.

1. Voracious Interest. But this interest comes with an assumption that I am much more adventurous than I truly am – especially with strangers. I can talk about anything – I don’t judge – and I’m truly intrigued. But what I know, what I’ve seen, and what I’m willing to do either in public or private has nothing to do with what I write.

2. Interested Apprehension. This usually happens when I date someone. They have a certain amount of interest that is based more on what I write than who I am (I’m getting better at sussing this out thank god!) and things go the way they usually do. We end up in bed. But in that moment the interest turns to self consciousness and the encounter goes down the tubes. I have theories but I’ve never gotten anyone to tell me what is going on in their heads so they remain theories. They range from – we just talked about all these weird things, does she want me to do them? Will she be judging me? Am I as good, worse, better, than the other sex she’s had? Oh, god! am I going to end up in her next story?

3. Horrific Fascination! This is always a fun one. They run. They run so fast that you have no choice but to let them go. An absolutely beautiful man was trying to connect with me at the gym – for weeks. When we finally spoke he asked me what I did and that was the last time we conversed. The next time I saw him he wouldn’t even meet my eyes. Oh well, his loss.

Those are the main ones. They keep replaying in my life like a broken record. But luckily sometimes you get interest that is really intellectual, and someone who is intrigued by some other aspect of me that draws them more than the erotica.

My friends still love to tell people what I do. They find the reactions amusing and illuminating. I guess I shouldn’t take their fun away but there are times when I feel like a chess piece being moved into a position of vulnerability just to see how the other side will respond.

And then every once in awhile I get introduced to someone and they’re job is more salacious than mine, this is Portland after all.

Licks!

What is good sex?

I’ve been thinking about that since last night as I struggled over an orgasm passage in a new story. I couldn’t seem to get it right – the words, feelings, movements of my characters were escaping me. Fractured moments would find their way on the page, phrases, words, but that isn’t usually the best writing – the best writing flows… kind of like the best sex.

There are so many different flavors of sex –

And there are so many sexual things that I’m not convinced are sex. It’s like I need another category for them or maybe sex is the broad net and I need to define the pieces. More questions than answers… but we were talking about flavors of sex.

As I’ve been exploring the different flavors – kind of like being at Baskin-Robbins except there are more than 31 – I’ve discovered that my definition of sex has expanded as has my personal repertoire. And I’ve been having better sex. But am I having better sex because I’m more adventurous, found better partners, or…something else? Is variety the spice of life?

If you type in “types of sex” into Google you will even get lists, pages and pages of them… 

• The Frisky has 24 Types of Sex including one-night-stands, pity sex, and morning sex.
• Ask Men has the 6 Types of Sex Women Enjoy Including Seductive Sex, Romantic Sex, Animalistic Sex, and Kinky Sex.
• NYNerd lists 7 Types of Sex including Smurf Sex – “having sex until you are both blue in the face”.
• Cambridge University Students’ Union has different types of sex listed and even includes the risks to your health. The first type is “Touching, holding & kissing” the last is Fisting.

I could go on for pages… but I won’t because none of these lists do anything for me. They are describing types, acts, circumstances but not what is good.

Now I admit – what is good is often based on who, with what, where, and why. For Example: Prof. Plum, with the vibrator, in the Library, because I could *grin*. So as I was sweating the details of my literary orgasm last night I started to wonder…what, for me, defined good sex? So I came up with my own list…

First and foremost – I’ll be focusing on you so you damn well better be focusing on me! That means be present and in the moment. I won’t do you while you are watching porn. (Just a personal issue – if you are having sex with me then I better be the most important thing in the room.)

Second – Don’t be apologetic or worried that you should have spent more time at the gym – If you got into my bed then I like you the way you are. So strip off those clothes and get in here with me.

Third – Have fun! I really mean that. Sex is more fun when you are having fun. Have a sense of humor – see the silly side of things – when you get right down to it sex if rather ludicrous. I put what where? And it does what to you? I mean think about it.

The fourth rule is something I’ve added just for myself – enjoy the magic. Sometimes you meet someone and the chemistry is… well… Wow! Enjoy it, bask in it, and let it pull you where ever it takes you. Chemistry like that is a gift from the gods. Simply thank them and curl back up with your lover.

So… those are my thoughts… what are yours? What is the best sex you’ve ever had and why was it the best? Something made that moment magical… what was it?

Licks!

YeeHaw! Another one out…

Publishing is a bitch – but I’ve got another erotic short story out there. “An Accidental Moment” is now available on Mainstream Erotica – a new site that I’m sure we will all be watching since they pay!!!!

If you happen to wander over and log onto the website (subscription is free) you can vote for your favorite story - and yes I am hopeful it will be mine *grin*.

Link to Mainstream Erotica
Link to An Accidental Moment
Link to Contest Rules – for anyone else who wants to join in the fun!
Licks!

Talking about Sex…

I received the strangest complement on Tuesday. The gal who comes to clean my house told me that she had just texted her boyfriend to let him know she was here. Apparently he likes it when she cleans my place. I have to admit I was perplexed… but the answer was rather simple. When she comes over we talk about sex. Orgasms, toys, different experiences, things we like – things we are amused by. But every time she leaves she is horny…

Glad I could help.

Of course I spend a great deal of my time thinking, researching, and talking about sex (and as much time as possible enjoying it) but I’d never thought about the impact my habit was having on the people around me.

It is funny – but with everything out there that is available to us: porn, toy shops, how-to videos, chats, blogs, and erotica sites. Everything out there to join: swingers clubs, fetish clubs, sex clubs and BDSM clubs. Yet we may be feeding our mind with this stuff – but I get the impression that most of us aren’t talking about it to the people in our lives.

Apparently that is where I come in.

My friends love to say to complete strangers at parties – “Hi, this is my friend Emma, she writes Erotica.” At first it was for the shock value – but now it is more about the conversations that come out of it. Sex, like politics and religion, is something a lot of us were raised not to speak of. My sense was that this is a way to prevent friction in relationships yet there is no better way to build a relationship than to share, agree, disagree and agree to disagree. We can’t learn or change our understanding about topics or issues if we don’t talk about them.

OK – down off my high horse and back to sex.

I look more like Marion the Librarian than Jenna Jamison – which apparently makes it okay for people to tell me all sorts of things. They also assume I’ve been places and done things that are not a part of my universe of sex – but that assumption gives them the freedom to talk.

The conversations usually start off with a bang – someone drops something wild, everyone giggles, then once the ice is broken we move forward to the serious discussion.

At one party we talked about the sex clubs in town, at another we got down and dirty about orgasms, at a third we discussed different levels of bondage. One party the girls and I decided we needed to go out to Castle Superstore and go shopping – the recession happened and we all cut back our spending. Sex is free – toys cost.

I live in Portland, OR – which if you don’t know has become quite the sex destination. We still hold fast to our pioneer heritage which stated simply means – you can take it all off because I don’t have to look. Our strippers take it all off and we don’t care what you do as long as we have a choice of whether or not to join in. We also have a right-to-die bill and the legalization of marijuana has come up multiple times but never passed – but we are still working on that.

Club Sesso – a swingers club endorsed by Ron Jeremy, just opened up near one of our favorite bars. Discussion has raged about what “type” of people it will bring into the area – something I find amusing considering the Portland scene – you can find anything here including…

Angles Social Club, Steam – A Gay Bathhouse, Rose City Discussion Club – for those interested in BDSM, fetish and adult alternative sexuality, Nightshift-NW – swingers club, Roughly Every Six Weeks – fetishes and BDSM… and the list goes on and on…I didn’t even think to mention The Ace of Hearts with its sub-club the Ace Gang Bang Crew....

By comparison Club Sesso seemed rather run of the mill to me – but it was the first one to go mainstream with its advertising. The club even offers tours for the curious. I’m not sure what the worry is. Swinging appears to be an expensive lifestyle when you consider the number of travel and tour companies devoted to their interests. Those companies wouldn’t exist if there wasn’t the demand and the money to back it.

Amazing time we are living in - lines are blurring and what was once fringe is becoming mainstream.

Who would have thought that sex – and talking about it – would become a staple of my existence. Nice to know that I can write erotica and help people have sex… well at least the gal that cleans for me. Wonder if, when I finally get to Club Sesso, I’ll find any of the people I’ve talked to exploring their sexuality…

Licks!