Saturday, November 7, 2009

New site and Revised E-Book Coming


So many exciting things here for the "sex nerd". First of all, sometime in early 2010 we'll be transforming into The InsideHer, a lesbian double agent of sorts, doling out advice and news and imagery and other goodies for lesbians and their admirers (aka everybody). The site will be professional and loads of fun!

The e-book, about halfway done, will tie in with the site and be Going InsideHer: Make Love to Your Woman Like a Woman Would. Should be juicy and full of great lessons for boys and girls alike!

The InsideHer recommends The SexIs column from Eden Fantasys, the best online sex shop out there. Written by The Bloggess, it is hysterical, well designed and provocative. Mostly just hysterical.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Sapphic Guide to Sex for Straight Men

My e-book is nearing completion! I hope to have it up and available for sale in the next 60 days...

Why write this book? Because women are leaving their husbands and male partners in droves for other women. Because a check of Craigslist or similar classifieds shows a plethora of "bi-curious" first-timers look for their first "girl on girl" experience-and often they don't want their husbands/boyfriends to know. Because most men (Urban Rogue notwithstanding) are perpetually confused by what a woman wants. Because women instinctively know that sex with a woman offers something, well, special...

BUT I believe men have the same capacity for sensuality and connection that women do. They just aren't taught!

Plus I want to bust the myth that girl-on-girl sex doesn't involve hardcore and hot FUCKING (guys really need to get a grip here).

So, in straight language (cough, sputter), I'm doing that. Covering topics like "Get to Know Her/Get to Know You", "Stop Believing Porn (But Keep Enjoying It!)", "Help Her Love Her Body"...along with the nitty gritty like "Going Down", "Toys", and "Her Nether Regions", this book will guide both single and committed men in how to make love to their woman like a woman would!

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Longing...






You came out of the bathroom, jeans unzipped, panties showing, careless. You always are. You never see what I see, never feel what I feel. We could call it lesbian bed death, but we never had lesbian bed life for real...just scatterings of blazing hot fires here and there, loads of oxygen, quick to light up, quick to burn out. We've discussed it so many times it is pointless to do it again. One of us has to give and it is generally me...giving up. I love you so deeply, you fill so many never before touched parts of my soul, that I cannot let you go. But I see and I long for...




You stretch out beside me to talk, jeans still unzipped, your oddly bronzed skin and slightly rounded belly. I am allowed to touch, chastely, and I do, whenever I can because I hunger for your skin. It is spectacular. You worry about your age, how you look, but your body is like that of someone twenty years younger...I know. I've seen them. Your breasts are firm, your skin taught and your ass. Oh baby.




My nights are driven by dreams of sensuality and hard-core sex. The need to let my adult child romp and play freely, to explore, to laugh, to be silly and intense. Well. It simply remains a need. In my heart I've vowed to love no other and so, in some way, must let go of this piece of myself.




Sitting beside my bed is the tin of honey dust I bought awhile back, the cellophane seal still intact. To be allowed to sweetly powder your whole bum with that tiny soft feather duster-may I please? Then may I softly lick it all back off, getting dangerously close to places you will not let me explore? Tease where your ass meets your thigh, that almost-fold. Bite as you know I love to do.




Is it fear? Is it the progression of age? Is it power? I no longer care the reason. I'm tired of pursuing loveless sex that turns out to be so much less than you and I have had in our purely vanilla and rare encounters. And yet the tears fall freely as I write this. I long for you so...to be allowed to love with all of me.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Fantasizing About a Taste of Youth...

What have you done to me? I do not lust indiscriminately (is this true? ok, I mean for "real" people I actually know). So few folks fire up my loins that this painful ongoing middle-aged (yes, I really am) wet need is all the more frustrating.

And then there was you. Unexpected. At first completely not on my radar. Then a flash of a grin, which is killer. A lean over here, a touch there and I realized, like hello?, I've got the hots for this young thing. Granted. You're not as young as others (thank God...that one sucked bad-no irony in this at all).

I digress. Suddenly you are sharing your naughty thoughts with me, how you'd like to take me for a spin, a roll in the hay, get to really know me. Oh shit. Days and days side by side, toying with the idea, culminating in a make out session in the rain in your steamy SUV.

Then you vanished. It's what you do. What you all do. Emotionally-poof...after professing ache and desire for me. After nights of naughty naughty text messages you created to keep me stirred up. Slipped right through my fingers, but I still have the photos, I've seen the art. You have the devil in your eye, my dear. A rare and valuable gift.

I would trace that ink with my fingertips, pull on the cold metal. I don't care where it's at. All I can see is you loose hair, face down, legs spread, me hungry, You let me bite. Hard. I don't have to hold back. Wrists pinned, the tip of my tongue prodding, finding yours, fighting for control. I know you want to control me. Don't you know? You already do. My panties are soaked.

Flipping you over, I'm sure there is some post 70's design mowed into your bush (but please, let there be at least the scantest tracing of hair). You are unafraid of my gaze, hold it until I give, crawl over you, tug at your full breasts, nipples delightfully pierced, ink all over you. The noises, the wrestling...can we please do it for days, weeks, on end? I need to burn this desire up and away so it can rest.

I spread you, what a firm pink bud. I just look. So long you start to squirm and thrash about, calling my name, getting nearly angry. I lick my finger and trace so lightly you can barely feel-but you quiet and I get your attention. Explore your opening, moist, with my finger, go barely inside, tease. You are so impatient. You flip me over, climb on top, punish my mouth with your kiss. Snarling, you pull my hair and reach down, fingers inside me, deep, curling, fucking me. You step away and come back wearing the most delightful equipment-like you were born with it. Full swagger. I'm not surprised. Climb on top baby. I need this.

And you give, fucking me full out, not holding back, not being kind. I grab the vibrator, urging you on, daring you. I'm such a fool. You are up to any challenge. The cock bangs my g-spot and then suddenly you are still, wedged deep, so you can watch me come. My back arches and you begin moving again, urging me on. I come so hard as you get off, simply from fucking me.

Soon, though, this tenderness I feel for you overcomes me and you are curled quietly in the soft light, telling me stories of your childhood, nestled into my arms. Thank you. You were just what I needed. (May I have you again?)

Friday, September 19, 2008

worshipping a rogue

ah, a man fantasy...they've been coming more frequently these days and now I have help.

I'm caught off guard. We've flirted incessantly lately, your stories of dappled bottoms and glimpses of your whiskers have remained in my thoughts more than I care to confess. We talk about the distance...having not met. We talk about power and love and sensuality, exploring from two completely different angles...I've loved women for so long now. But you talk of being inside a woman and I know exactly what you mean-from both sides. Intriguing, eh?

There is a knock at my door, which, save the postman, is rare. It's a Friday night and I've been out with a friend, sipping wine, bemoaning our sexless lives...so I expect her and there, in my tiny peephole (I know...sounds naughty in the context) are broad shoulders and short beard. My brain is confused and I feel things tilt, just a little. Realizing this is a defining moment, I open the door. "Rogue?". You've made quite the trip. Quite the trip. For me.

So many reasons to be cautious, to be afraid, but we've been writing so long and you have so many friends. You step inside and press me to the wall, and I inhale deeply as your cover my mouth, hard, tongue so alive inside. I love a man's beard, so much like pussy. The dichotomy is thrilling. You know too much, too much of what I like and want, grabbing my wrists hard at my sides as you continue to kiss, bite, lick at my mouth, moving down to my neck, again I feel your teeth...and then my knees buckle. You help me to the sofa, sitting and pulling me on you to straddle and face you. You smell so good, so much like "man", cologne, body...at some point my shirt is off (thank God the nice bra is on!) and you are at my breasts, handling them just rough enough, and then you stop and look deeply into my eyes-hold my gaze. Your hands are in my hair then, gently pulling and kissing me like you mean it...like you really want me and I believe you do.

I'm aware, now, of the hardness in your jeans and nature's need to grind takes over and I'm possessed. I unbutton your shirt, rub my hands through the hair (it feels so foreign) and lean down to bite your nipple. You snap my head back by the hair and tell me "wait". It is then I remember than you dominate, not me. I nod.

You stand and take your shirt off, and I am in bra and panties and then I am at your crotch, rubbing your hard cock, looking up at you for permission as I lean into bite through the thick cloth, bite what I remember. You moan, head thrown back, hair grazing your back. You pull me harder to you and I unzip, just a bit, afraid, unsure. The length of you is revealed and my mouth has a mind of its own and I've surrounded you and am devouring, teeth, lips, tongue. You push me back down and begin to bite my nipples, hard, through the lace of my bra, grabbing and pulling and I'm animal, need, pulling at you. You torture me, joyfully, forever and move your mouth to my panties, teasing with your hard tongue, pulling the panties aside (ah, yes, you know about this too) and exploring the best you can. I am swollen and heavy with need. Swollen and heavy.

You are inside me...one finger, two. Good God. You so know what you are doing! I've grown to underestimate men. Wrong of me. Suddenly, you pull me across your lap, face down. Oh No! I don't want to be spanked. I don't want that! You continue to explore inside me, finding and rubbing my g-spot so hard while your thumb rubs my clit and your hand massages my cheeks and firmly lands on them. Of course, you will spank. I know this. Again and again, and you rub my clit and spank and I'm small and overcome and in need and a small tear leaks...but unlike before, I am not sad. I'm relieved. To be the focus of your desire and mine. The spanking stops but you are so inside me, exploring, rubbing, pressing and I have a need and you know what it is.

Your jeans are off, I am on my knees on the sofa. You thankfully protect yourself (would I have even remembered at this point?) and worship my ass for a few more moments before I feel the head of your cock seeking entry. I move to help and you slide in, barely, and pull back out, barely in and back out, again and again and finally I beg, I plead in a hoarse voice "fuck me". You do. You do. Do you have any idea how long it has been? Years since I felt taken in this way, since I was. You fuck me so hard, you don't hold back, occasionally slapping my ass for good measure, hands on my hips pulling me onto you. I am so full and you reach around and rub my clit. Honestly I don't even care if I come. I don't care, this feels so good, but you are concentrating and working it just right and your cock head is on my g-spot and you are growling in the right ways and I can tell...I really. am. going. to. come. I really am. And I do. I come so hard, fucked that way and I feel you get ready as well. Thank you. I think. Come please. Your hands dig into my flesh and you give a low rumble as you get off.

Thank you sir. Thank for arriving, unexpectedly at my door. I know you were pleasured, but I know you know what I needed. We collapse, quietly for a few minutes and I reach up to touch your face and I laugh. I laugh so hard and with abandon.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

the bite

please, let me lay you face down on a cool sheet and feed on your flesh. you need never know who i am. let me tease your back with my finger tips, trace the curve of your cheek, run my tongue along your crevices. let me bite. please. i want to feel the meat of you between my teeth, not hard enough to leave lasting marks, but enough to make you squeal. i am aching, this now familiar longing consumes me and how can i appease this need? i want only to worship your body, to hold you down, gently but with conviction, and bite...there. your shoulder. there. your neck. there. your thigh. there. your ass. there. your calf. there. to your lip. you decide?

i didn't know this fire to explore would be so great. i know i can be frightening at times. but i am trustworthy. you can relax, face down. no work is required of you. i can touch myself from behind you, breathing hard in your ear, taking in the heat off your body, the smell of you. i can rub my swollen self, biting again, your back and feeling you, despite yourself, begin to breathe into me as i come. i bite again.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Unclean

Please don't wash. I don't want Ivory soap in my noise. I want pussy that smells like you, your scent. I want to lick you and get salt and sweat and juice intermingled. Why must you shower, always? Come roll with me, don't think so much. I want to pull you down on top of me and spread your ass cheeks enough that you spread in the front as well, barely. I want this to surprise you. You smell like my own private heaven, like something dark and secret but just for me. But this is what you are, right? There is a heaviness between my legs when you sleep softly beside me. I am not allowed to stir or wake you but you are candy (caramel) and your soft body is so close. Please let me roll you over and see the desire in your eyes again, so lost, as your hands tangle in my hair and your mouth engulfs mine. Do you remember that control, lost? Let me bite your ass, so hard that have you to control your squeal but so good that you don't stop me. Let me pull you up on all fours and bury my fingers inside you. I knew you'd be wet. Let me find the backside of your clit and rub baby. Pressing so deep while you move your whole body against those two fingers (you are so so tight), my thumb rubbing so lightly while you swell, my hands on your waist pulling you closer while you yell, "oh honey, fuck me". And I do. And you surge around me hand and I am so very lost to you.

Do you remember? Firelight, eyes locked, wrapped in white down. Will you come back or are you lost to me forever?