Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts

Friday, March 14, 2008

What turns us on?

This picture perhaps answers the question fairly graphically, but while that might be derogatory towards women, perhaps it makes us men just look simple! There are those that would say uncomplicated and mean it as a compliment. Others would see it as a positive because we don't have all that other 'shit' to deal with, and that would be true. What was that old joke about How To Turn On a Woman: that listed a whole lot of things like, dinner, manners, flowers, perfume, gifts, compliments (ad infinitum ad nauseum) whereas, How To Turn On a Man was "Turn up naked, bring beer (optional)"

We are different beasts, not just the obvious physical differences, but in the way we look at things. I know my ex bought me two ties and I put one on and all she could say was "Don't you like the other one?" and while that was a no win situation, they aren't all like that, but they are different from us men in the way they process information in general terms.

For instance: I was talking with my partner this morning about homophobia (as you do) and she was wondering why it's ok for us guys to find two women having sex arousing yet two guys having sex was revolting to us. She also wondered why most women didn't find two guys having sex arousing; somewhat of a duality she thought.

In my infinite(?) wisdom I explained that I thought it had to do with how men and women dealt with issues of sex and relationships. OK I can hear you all now cringing, worried for me that I had ventured down this track and mentioned the R word, and I thank you, but as Robinson Crusoe said on the island all by himself, "I can hold my own."

I ventured to her that men were visual creatures by our very upbringing, peeking under tent flaps, through key holes, in windows and that the magazines that men read create a desire to 'see' things of an arousing nature, so looking at two women fits neatly into a couple of categories. One is of course the certain taboo nature of it all, and the other is a little more base than that. If looking at two tits is good, then four are better. I am sure the psychoanalyst amongst any one reading this will argue on a deeper level, and perhaps they are right in a root cause (no pun intended) but the taboo and the 'watching' are strong drivers of our male sexuality.

On the other hand, women seem to be more emotional, and while the beautiful act of lovemaking is an expression of love for some guys, I would hazard that it is a strong factor in most women and is accompanied by a whole range of emotions to love, to hold, to give, to be given, to join, to be consumed, to mate, and to be so much more than just a shag. I admit there are women out there that don't feel that way, but it seems to me that those emotions run deeply within women and they might find it hard to split those emotions over more than one man.

I can hear the howling from the bleachers already about stereotyping, and many of you, including me, have experienced events that don't fit in with this theory; girls that want to hump just like guys, that want to have... what did they used to call it... "the zipless fuck!" and I am sure there are caring guys deep down that aren't gay that will shake there heads, but we are all formed by our genetics and our environment and that genetic make-up and environment give male and females different views and aspects to the reproduction/interaction/relationship process, and I have seen it continually displayed over the years.

To highlight the above let me give you an example. In the main, a girl's "virtue", her "cherry", her "hymen" has value to both sexes. To the girl, it is something that will be saved, saved for the right person, however she decides on what that 'right' is, be it the first real love, the first night of marriage etc. It has value for a guy, it is a scalp to wear on his belt, a notch on his gun, a story to share with all his mates. Tell me that isn't true!

As for the homophobia, as Dorrie Evans from No.96 used to say, "That's a horse of a different kettle of fish!"

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Cheese Sandwich


When I found this picture... all that I could think of was ...CHEESE SANDWICH!!!

WTF everyone must think.

Let me explain. My partner is a lovely woman, beautiful, sexy, adventurous, horny, just wonderful, but she doesn't like oral sex... giving or recieving.

Me?... I love it. And before the stereotyping kicks in, I have to admit to liking the giving more than the recieving. I have had a bit of experience and I am very thoughtful, and take directions excellently, and like to think of myself as well versed in all forms of foreplay and oral forms in particular...a sort of Cordon Bleu...a connosieur if you will, of pleasing partners. I am not trying to sound big-headed, but rather, painting a picture if you will.

My partner is all the things I have said and I love her, I really do, but she doesnt want foreplay... she wants COCK and she wants it now! It seems such a waste...here she has this Cordon Bleu Chef....and all she wants is a Cheese Sandwich. Hell... it's a great... no... fantastic Cheese Sandwich, but a cheese sandwich all the same. It's a good job no one adds cheese quite like me eh?

I admit to being selfish in wanting to give rather than recieve. I know that is a contradiction, but I get an awful lot of pleasure out of giving someone else pleasure. The feel of the movements beneath your finger tips or lips, the knowledge that they are getting aroused by you and what you're doing is immensly gratifying to me, hence the selfishness of giving.

Perhaps I should turn this into an opportunity. She always says that I should be happy, most guys in the world would be happy not to have to worry about foreplay and just stick it in, but I think an opportunity exists for some teaching, some experiencing, some education... :):)
But whose?

Everest and Other Mounts

When I came across this picture...welll.. .not actually "came" across it, if you know what I mean... I thought it would have made an excellent promotional image for the James Bond movie Octopussy... you know.... the one about the girl with the eight vaginas. Going by the smile on her face, perhaps she just likes having her nipples sucked...but this might be taking it a teensy bit too far I think.

Ian Fleming wrote all the Bond books and it always intrigued me how the human mind can come up with all the intricacies of the sheer number of all the books and stories that have been written. Sir Edmund Hilary replied when asked why he climbed Everest, "Because it was there..." and that makes me wonder...why do people write? ...Is that because it's NOT there?

I have been an avid reader for many years and learned an aweful lot from the process, but more and more I have been plagued with the urge to write. I got a similar urge about (ahem) years ago, and started on two books. I wrote about 12 chapters on one and just one chapter of the other and then lost interest. Then it struck me! I had always enjoyed books with a lot of sexual content, why not combine the two things that I like tgether...writing and sex....???? Loe and behold..there is a web site for people just like me...Literotica.!!!

And it seems I am not alone. The only problem is that I get a little disheartened. I have tried other forms of expression, like playing the guitar, painting, drawing, and while looking at/listening to other artist in those genres enspires me, it makes me realise my own meagre talents. Sure it makes me want to strive to be better, but that never seems to translate itself into "better" for me! And it's the same with writing. I enjoy reading the stories that others have written, and have always found written erotica...well... erotic, but when I read those other stories, they are written so much better than mine and I get disheartened. I have great ideas and and very active imagination and that 'sort of ' translates to the page, even to the point where four of the six stories I have written have made it to the top lists in their categories, but it just doesnt read as well as others that I have read.

I took a giant leap recently and wrote about a subject I know a lot about...me... and I have edited it and had it published for my children. It tells of my life and the things and people in it, the stories of my life... so that when I die, my stories wont be lost like my Father's stories were when he died. That's my own little Everest to conquer.... and I think I am still up on the mountain somewhere.