Archive for visual stimulation

Porn

Posted in Nonfiction with tags , , , on July 8, 2009 by scarlettbottom

I like to watch porn. Porn is highly underrated and should be higher quality and more readily available. Women should also be encouraged to watch more porn. Again, the idea that women are not visually stimulated is, frankly, ridiculous.

Sure, there are many things to hate about porn. For example, as much as I enjoy giving oral sex, I can’t stand to watch a porn star give someone head. It looks silly, and there’s far too much spitting. No one does that in real life because it’s not sexy. And I really dislike lesbian porn because it looks too fake. There have been some excellent lesbian sex scenes filmed for full length films (Bound, for instance, mmm), but lesbian porn looks like those girls are getting paid a lot of money. You can’t properly finger a lady with nails that long.

My favorite porn is highly explicit, preferably involving a woman and one or more men. It doesn’t matter much what the actors look like, except that they should all be relatively fit. I came across a lovely video of a couple’s… the only proper thing to say here would be “love making”. It was obviously an amateur movie, homemade, but the girl was cute, they clearly had strong feelings for each other, and they were using one of my favorite positions: doggy style.

But rather than watch movies, I prefer to watch myself and my partner in a mirror. It more about negative space. And watching yourself in a mirror can sort of make it actually less personal. I’m looking at the shape of the space between our bodies, the shape of my breast and belly and hip. This physical sense of space is something you could never get from a movie.

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Perspective

Posted in Nonfiction with tags , , , on June 28, 2009 by scarlettbottom

I started the day off right today with morning sex. Morning sex has lots going for it, including, but not limited to, the daze that comes with that kind of dopamine early in the day. Lucky for me, today is Sunday, and I have nothing to do. I’m enjoying my quietude.

I wandered home early this afternoon, made breakfast in the nude, and then stepped into a nice cool shower. Showering after sex can be particularly refreshing. I just stood there, enjoying the water, and letting the stickiness covering my thighs first reconstitute (rub fingers between thighs, remember his hands there) and then rinse away. I added soap (a beautiful lubricant) and slipping fingers between outer and inner labia rubbed gently, feeling the swollen tissue.

This morning I slipped my hands between our bodies. Women are at a particular disadvantage when it comes to visual stimulation during sex. To counter that, I occasionally “see” what’s going on with my hands.¬†Gently pinching my clit between two fingers and wrapping a third around the base of his cock inside me, is as close as I can get to actually seeing, without the use of complicated mirror systems. Hands are remarkably sensitive, especially the spaces between fingers. I like erogenous zones that can be stimulated in public: intense hand-holding, toys for the mouth, the back of the neck, the scalp, the inside of the elbow. They’re like inside jokes for lovers.