Where once there was nothing on the shelves but KY, now there are a hundred different sex lubricants on the market, and they have features.
Most lubricants are water-based so that they may be used with latex condoms. Sensual and slippery, they offer vitamin E or an engineered resemblance to a fertile woman’s vaginal fluids. Not all features are welcome. When I’m fucking my mate, I want my lube to provide a slick ride. Fertility is not something I wish to consider.
Today when I woke up and started moving around, my upper thighs were sore. They felt exactly like my legs used to feel all the time from horseback riding, but there are no horses handy.
And then I remembered… Yeah. Lotus position. If it wasn’t so worth it, I’d give up trying.
In other news, I finally got new speakers for the bedroom and promptly broke local stereotype statutes by having sex to Enigma.
At long last I have completed The Sweater. I got held up because of RSI’s. Then I got held up further because I wanted to re-do the shoulders, and I couldn’t find the end to pull to unravel the sweater.
Finally I went to the LYS (local yarn shop) and asked for help pulling the end and some suggestions on finishing the collar.
And now I have pictures!
We’re moving!
Some time on Tuesday, April 20, this site will move to professional hosting. If all goes well you won’t notice a thing. If everything fails horribly, you still probably won’t notice a thing because we’ll put off the move until we fix everything. Comments that people post during this time may be lost, but comments happen so infrequently that I decided not to do anything about them. Continue reading »
Since I’m no longer too depressed to eat or to cook, I’ve been doing a fair amount of cooking. Some of the food was fairly elaborate, like the meal I cooked for a pair of dear friends. But the most satisfying dishes so far have been icecream. I can’t argue that it’s all that good for me, but my usual recipe uses somewhat less fat than Ben and Jerry recommend. And making icecream is one of the most satisfying activities evar.
Icecream made in 1Q maker lately:
Cinnamon-Port
Cherries Garcia
Modified, smoother Cherries Garcia
Burnt Caramel
Orange Creamsicle
Mint Chocolate Chip
This weekend I plan a pineapple rum experiment.
Pavlovian conditioning brings on twitchy, Manchurian Candidate-like reactions from some people, but it’s a useful technique in bed. I learned to enjoy giving fellatio by fooling my tongue with chocolate. How could I teach my mate to love the lash? Not tolerate it–as he had done in the past–but ask for it, like a treat for special occasions.
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I’m working on the sequel to Wishbone. It’s been slow going. I have only so much time per day awake and pain-free to write, and I seem to be spending all of it having revelations about things that will happen later.
Oh, and sex scenes. Well, I guess that counts.
Still. Less revelating and more writing.
Dear Sir,
You appear to have sent me this story by mistake. I am only reading for one anthology right now, and your story does not resemble the call for submissions in any way.
Do you love someone? Are you so hot for them that your hands go in your pants every time you think of them? Do you wear their clothes just to keep their smell close to you? If so you may acquire and intimate knowledge of his or her face, and there will be expressions of joy, pleasure, and lust you’ll do absolutely anything to see again.
I like whips.
I sleep in the king-sized bed. When I’m awake, take up my laptop and write there. Sometimes I knit or read. Since I’m a grown-up and can make my own rules, I eat in the bed. Having sex is one of many things I do, but it is special.
I have a little ceremony to prepare the bed for sex. First, anything that will be in the way–such as computers, knitting, books and back support pillows–gets put away. If there are cats on the bed at this time, they usually wake up from their naps and find somewhere else; they know that bedquakes are coming. We turn off the overhead lights and switch on the muted ones. I burn incense. Mostly the incense is a pleasant background sensation, but it serves another purpose. Some very nice bed games have not-so-nice smells, and incense obviates them. Then in acknowlegement that messy sex is fun sex, we get out a big, fluffy towel.
This time I had chocolate in hand.
Kneel to Me
Mate: And More Stories from the Erotic Edge of SF/Fantasy
Up for Grabs
Wired Hard 4
Wishbone