The Oldest Profession

I have never sought for, nor paid for a prostitute or "escort" in the real world, nor do I ever plan too.

However, the fantasy of  buying a high class "Professional' has provided me with a countless number of self induced orgasms.  It's not about the sex per se, it's about the danger and preliminary activities that precede the sex.  The idea that a simple exchange of money will provide fulfillment of a fantasy without judgment or question from the 'service provider'.  There's dominant / submissive relationship there and as a professional there is the expectation of a high skill level in pleasuring.

With all of the naughty explorations my wife and I have tried, I'm amazed we haven't done more role playing.  

The idea goes something like this.  A weekend suite at a nice hotel is booked.  My wife picks out some sexy  black lingerie to wear "underneath" that includes the classic- garter, stockings and heels.

And then picks out a classy dress to wear over it...something red would be nice

So a business associate gives me the contact info for a very expensive and high class "Madam".  I call this madam, who's part is played by my wife.  And I describe to her  exactly what I'm looking for and what the cost will be.  She gives me instructions on where to go and who to meet....perhaps in a park or someplace near the hotel.  She informs me that kissing her on the mouth is not allowed.  (adds a little tension to the roleplaying and is different because after all, she's not my wife.) I place the "money" in a large envelope and go meet this "mystery women".  (The money might be something that will make her blush, or get tingly when she sees it.)  I sit on the bench next to her and place the envelope between us.  She casually looks at it's contents =) and then leaves me the instructions on where to meet my "date" and what she looks like.

I put on a nice suit and tie...

and meet her for dinner, perhaps at the Hotel or someplace nearby.

We eat, small talk, she asks about my wife  =)

I slip her my room key and tell her that I'll meet her there in about 30-40 minutes.  She heads off to the room to prepare, as I sit at the bar and have a couple drinks.

I enter the room and as per my instructions, she has removed the dress and is wearing the lingerie.  We're on an upper floor, and the curtains are open and she is seated in a comfy chair....masturbating (with her lacy panties still on and soft gloves) as I walk in.  I remove my shoes and find a comfy spot on the bed to watch her.  She has to bring herself to orgasm as I watch...perhaps take a few photos...as she gets closer I undo my fly and perhaps I begin stroking my erect cock.  After she cums, she gets up and prepares me a drink...something in a large martini glass.  I stand up as she approaches.  She hands me my drink and I notice that the panties she was wearing are there..in my drink and it is a full glass.   She immediately drops down to her knees, removes my pants, and engulfs my cock in her mouth.  I have to carefully sip my drink and refrain from spilling as she is giving me a divinely inspired blow job.

After a nice long round of fucking and orgasms we retire to the hot tub.  As a reward for treating me so well, I offer to bathe and massage her.  When we finally tire ourselves out, we go to bed.  I have to get up early for a business flight.  Leave her a tip and head out.  My wife transforms back to her normal self and we meet back at the house later and laugh like naughty teenagers that did something wild the night before.

Feel free to add any variation or scene to this scenario and perhaps it will get used sometime.

Legs, Stockings, and Garters...oh, my.

Unraveling the Mystery, pt. 5

By the time I was 16, jerking off was as much a routine for me as eating.
And I ate a lot.
I managed to get a hold of a few magazines that were more sacred to me than any scripture.
Playboy, Penthouse, Gallery, and High Society.  I had to constantly hide and shift my stash around my room, as my mom was always cleaning, and always snooping.  I surgically removed this felt lining under my bed, and glued opposing velcro strips so that I could open it and stash them up inside the bed frame out of site.

But I got cocky and sloppy {puns intended} and one day I inadvertently left my two Playboy's sitting under my bed.  My mom went vacum my room and found them while  I was at school.

I got home from school and noticed my mom seemed pissed.  She didn't say a word to me and went out to the garden to work.  After a while I looked under my bed and realized what was missing.  "Oh shit" crossed my mind just as I heard my dad get home from work.  I figured my mom had probably already called my dad, this made the wait and anxiety peak.  I figured there was nothing I could really do so I fired up some music and worked on homework until the bomb dropped.

I was 16 and never got "the talk", nor was anything taught at school, sexuality was never discussed in my household.  Masturbation was also a taboo topic those days...even at school it was never really discussed among other kids other than crude jokes.

So my dad entered the room with the proverbial "we need to talk about something" as he carried my magazines into the room.  What followed was a lame attempt at the sex talk intertwined with religion.  What he didn't know, was that I had learned about this 4 or 5 years previous on my own, not to mention that I had been on the periodic receiving end of oral sex for about three months.  Naturally I played dumb and placated him to get it over with.

Lesson learned.  Hide your porn stash better dumb ass!

Fishnet Stockings!

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Everybody's Gay

http://frisky916cpl.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-masturbate-this-guy-says-youre.html

Christian Right Wing Pastor Mark Driscoll Says Masturbation Is Form of Homosexuality

The Christian Right has much to say about homosexuality. Fred Phelpsl [sic] says God hates them and stages protests at the funerals of American soldiers to bring attention to his hatred. An anti-gay Christian Right wing activist recently said there wasn’t any proof that LBGT people exist. And most recently, a conservative crowd booed a gay soldier during a GOP Debate. Now a “pastor” on the Christian Right is saying that masturbation is a form of homosexuality.


“Pastor” Mark Driscoll says that men need to stop masturbating because it’s a kind of homosexuality. In a booklet titled Porn-Again Christian: A Frank Discussion on Pornography & Masturbation for God’s Men, Driscoll of the Seattle-based Mars Hill Church says, “First, masturbation can be a form of homosexuality because it is a sexual act that does not involve a woman. If a man were to masturbate while engaged in other forms of sexual intimacy with his wife then he would not be doing so in a homosexual way. However, any man who does so without his wife in the room is bordering on homosexual activity, particularly if he’s watching himself in a mirror and being turned on by his own male body.”


In sermons offered at this website, Driscoll also says that Christians should judge gay people like Jesus. “If you leave this church, you can go to another church and they will tell you if you are living together and not married, that's okay. They'll tell you if you're gay, that's okay. They'll tell you if you're married and you're into porno and wife-swapping and open marriages, that's okay. God is displeased with that conduct. …. Christians therefore must be judgmental like Jesus."


Driscoll is a poor excuse of a pastor. This supposed "man of God" should know that Jesus was not judgmental, and he certainly frowned upon Christians judging others. "Judge not lest ye be judged," Jesus said to a group of men who were judging an adulterer. "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." The Bible says that the only sexuality we should be concerned with is our own. I'm certain this "pastor" sins on a daily basis and has probably masturbated a couple times in his life. Interestingly enough, he isn't saying anything about female masturbation. He's probably okay with that.

Well, duh. Female masturbation is fucking hot.


For the record, there is no connection between masturbation and homosexuality. Sure, gays masturbate, but so do straight people and we can say this with 100% confidence because we're straight people and we masturbate. In fact, we are thinking of masturbating as soon as we post this. Mark Driscoll would probably claim that the fact that we masturbate means we are gay. Hey, that's great, Mark. But admit it, you've masturbated like one of those red-assed monkeys at the zoo being paid by the fluid ounce. Maybe you don't anymore; maybe the shame and the self-hatred you feel for having masturbated at one point in your life forced you to kick the habit. If that's the case, then we feel sorry for you, because masturbation is awesome. It's the one kind of sex that the most repulsive members of society can be assured of experiencing, and you should know. But if it makes you feel better to say that we're all gay, then that's fabulous.

The purity movement: birth of sex-positivity

Excellent article!
http://thebrunettesblog.wordpress.com/2011/04/06/the-purity-movement-birth-of-sex-positivity/

We all have our hot-button issues, and one of mine is the movement — usually linked to conservative religious groups — advocating feminine “modesty” and “purity.” (They usually stand for male “purity” as well, but the bulk of the talk is directed at women.) It’s hard for me to engage this issue directly, because aside from my philosophical problems with it, I have a very visceral response to its rhetoric: the same kind of response a former alcoholic sometimes has to scenes of people drinking. The modesty/purity movement once owned me, and it damaged me, and I hate it for reasons that have nothing to do with its philosophical or political merit. When I try to write about it, I can’t decide whether to write about my personal experiences, and the anger I feel about them and the fear I feel for people I love who still buy into it, or to try to put that aside and write objectively about the problems it has.
My anger comes mainly from this: there is a huge lie embedded in the conservative Christian culture I grew up in (though by no means exclusive to that culture.) The lie is that there is one context — lifelong, monogamous, heterosexual commitment — where sex is healthy and creative and life-bringing, and that in any other context sex is unhealthy and damaging. The lie is that sexuality outside of marriage is a dangerous, destructive force that needs to be controlled and subverted, but marriage transforms it into a beautiful affirmation of life and love and joy.
This lie was taught to me by people who loved me very much and genuinely wanted the best for my life. They taught it to me because they believed it, and their sincere belief and sincere caring for me made it almost impossible for me to question their teaching. So I spent the first twelve years of my sexual maturity fearing and avoiding sexuality, distrusting my body and my heart, feeling both resentful and guilty toward male sexual desire, and casting my own desires into ludicrous forms of romanticism instead of acknowledging them for what they were. I avoided making myself sexually attractive, because that’s what I was supposed to do, and I waited patiently for God to reward my obedience with a husband with whom I could live happily ever after.
Now, on the other side of my sexual renaissance, I see the world so differently that I can hardly articulate it. I know so much now that I didn’t see then. I know that lifelong heterosexual monogamy is not for everybody. I know that sexuality is not a pollutant of art, but probably its point of origin. I know that the sexual undercurrents that run beneath even “platonic” relationships are better acknowledged and enjoyed than denied. But foundationally, I know this: that the difference between destructive and life-giving sexuality is not made by what kind of relationship it occurs in. It is made by the presence or absence of joy and caring.
Whether there are one, or two, or several participants, a sex act is healthy if it is characterized by joy in the giving and receiving of pleasure, and by caring for the physical and emotional health of each person involved. That’s all. It’s not any more complicated than that. All other rules are created because somebody somewhere found a particular sexual relation damaging, and blamed the social circumstances rather than the individual ones. (Example: a woman who at 16 consented to sex she didn’t want because she craved closeness and affirmation, and concludes that teenage sex is always unhealthy.)
On a broader, systemic level, sex-negativity is based on fear and distrust of the body and human nature. But I’ve always been a staunch humanist, so the rhetoric of dirt and cleanliness never made a lot of sense to me. I never believed my sexuality was dirty or impure, just that it was dangerous.
Now, I don’t know how my life would have developed if I’d grown up without believing those lies. Plenty of people have sexual experiences, or even whole phases of life, that they regret, and I might have been one of those people. We can’t know how an alternative life path would have turned out. But I know for damn sure that I regret the twelve years of sexual repression that I subjected myself to, with the approval and encouragement of adults I trusted. I regret the experiences and relationships I missed out on, I regret relationships that were stunted or aborted because of my fear of sexuality, and I especially regret the disconnection with my own sexuality that my denial created, a disconnection I am still trying to repair.
In case anybody’s in doubt, it’s these experiences that make me passionate about becoming a sex educator. The abstinence-only message is founded on a false understanding of sex, its consequences, and its appropriate role in human life. Young people do need to be taught — indiscriminate sexual activity is often unhealthy too, and making smart, healthy sexual decisions in our culture does not come naturally. But they need to be taught about joy and caring, they need to be taught to discern their own needs and wants, they need to be taught communication and respect, they need to be taught what sex does and what it doesn’t do. They need to be taught about the varieties of sexual experience (apologies to William James) and given tools for creating a fulfilling sexual life, whatever that means for them. I’m grateful that I learned these things eventually; I want to help others learn them sooner.