Sin's Secret Corner

My First Time :: A Question

2011-01-26T19:03:00.002-05:00

"KM. said...

What do you think about the first time? Is it really so special that you should only have sex for the first time with someone you're in love with? What if I had a good friend? I love him? As a friend? Haha. I feel like even if I do it the first time with a friend it won't make it any less special when I fall in love...but then I'm 17. Naive."

Hi there Kay!

I'm glad you stopped by the blog and hope you found something useful or interesting there! Sorry I haven't been posting in a long time. Real life has been getting in the way of my online life, and sexuality isn't at the top of my career paths anymore, so I'm trying to work things out before getting back to the blog.

Anyway, to your question. Bare in mind this is a little long and I tend to ramble a lot, so feel free to email be back with any questions, or completely ignore me if I don't make any sense.

To put it simply, your first time is VERY complicated. It is special, but it isn't the most important event of your life. For one thing, I definitely think that you shouldn't go into your first time lightly. If you're thinking about having sex, think hard. Even if it doesn't seem like it, it is a big decision that you will-- in one way or another-- remember forever. The thing is that this could be good or bad.

I'm not one of those people that thinks your virginity is sacred and should be held onto with an iron fist. Obviously, since I write this blog. But I do still think it's a big thing.

I think I'm going to start rambling, so let me tell you my story first. In high school, I dated a guy for about three years. I thought we were completely in love, and I spent pretty much all of my high school life with him. But our relationship was an extremely unhealthy one. He was controlling, and mean, and borderline physically abusive. For most of the relationship I was very unhappy-- even though I thought I was in love and we were good together. Every sexual activity we did was his idea, his desire, his pleasure. I convinced myself that I wanted to do things with him, but inside I was always really unhappy with myself and what we did. When we finally did have sex a little over two years into the relationship-- which, to be honest, is something I don't even remember, now that I'm thinking about it-- I was miserable with the whole experience. I tried to make it "special", and I thought it was what I wanted; what was right for the relationship and for our happiness, but it wasn't. Now, years later, I regret everything about that relationship, and often wish I'd never had to live through it.

But here's the opposite side of that coin; it doesn't really matter now. The fact that I had sex for the first time in the way I did doesn't actually affect my life all that much. I never think about it, and it doesn't bother me. In my particular situation, the relationship bothers me a lot, but the loss of my virginity doesn't at all.

So, having told my lame story, here's what I think you should consider the most; what do you want? Do you want your first time to be with someone you really love and care for? That's always a good thing to aspire to, but not always very practical-- especially since real love isn't easy to come by, and losing your virginity kind of tends to be a little disappointing for girls.

I think your point that "even if I do it the first time with a friend it won't make it any less special when I fall in love" is wonderful and shows that you are anything but naive. Having sex with anyone for the first time is special when you really care about each other, even if it's not your first time ever having sex, so this is a great point.

However, in this case I think you should ask yourself why you want to have sex at all. Is it because you feel pressure to lose your virginity? Or because you're curious? Or is it something your friend wants? Maybe you want to get the whole virginity thing out of the way so you don't feel the pressure later on? I can't really judge any of these reasons, no one can, but it's something you should think about. Are your reasons valid? Will you still feel the same way in a week? A month? When we're young we change a lot and very quickly. Hell, our whole lives we change a lot; I haven't stopped yet. But that makes big decisions like this risky. If your reason a strong and valid one that you'll still think is valid after you've taken the sexual plunge?

The key to your first time is trying to find a situation that you won't regret later. Unfortunately, we never know what we will or won't regret, so that is really really difficult.

If you feel that what you really want is to explore your sexuality with a (very) good friend, and are sure of your desire in this, then it's not wrong for you to go for it. But it has to be what youwant. What makes you happy.

Sexuality is stressful. It's weird and it's complicated and it seems to be everywhere we look and somehow be part of everything we do. What's important is to try to stay above the crazy, the cruel, the unhealthy. To not give into what other people want and other peoples reasons and excuses and assumptions and pressures.

So with this decision, take your time. You have the rest of your life to have sex with whoever you want, but once you've done it once you can't undo it. So make sure that when you do go for it, it's what you really want. Whether it's with a good friend or the love of your life isn't as important as how happy you are when you do it. It should be a positive experience, and letting it be anything less is what you're more likely to regret.

And, of course, the technical stuff; don't forget, when it does happen, to be safe. Nothing ruins your first time like something going horribly wrong (i.e. STDs, pregnancy, etc). Don't believe any silly excuses, like condoms dull the sensation, or he can pull out, or anything like that. My motto is to use a condom every time, every way, no matter what. Just saying.

I hope this has been at least a little bit helpful. Please feel free to contact me any time about stuff like this. I wish you the best of luck and love.

Play safe,

Sin

Moderating

2010-11-30T01:41:00.002-05:00

I took a moment to sift through the ridiculous amount of spam that piled up in my Comments.

I don't exactly have plans to start this blog back up right now ((my life isn't exactly sexy right now, everything just sort of status quo)) but I do still want it accessible and readable to anyone that stumbles by, and a crazy amount of spam in the comment fields can be a little intimidating.

For a while I was doing some volunteer work in teen sex education, which was interesting, but it seems like nowadays I'll mostly be looking for work, so not much time for a blog unrelated to my life. I am trying to get back into reviewing for EdenFantasys, but I doubt that's going to work right now. So it looks like I'm still going to be MIA for quite a while.

Everything is staying up, however, and all the blogs, stories, pics, etc are still available for everyone to look through if you're interested. And, as always, I'm still reachable for comments and questions at sinsekret@gmail.com ((Even if i don't check it as much.))

I finally checked my email, and a few people have mentioned doing guest posts here, which would be AWESOME, so if you're interested in that be sure to email me too.

Until next time,

Play safe,

Sin

Missing (You)

2010-01-22T17:32:00.002-05:00

As is obvious, this blog has essentially fallen into the sad place that blogs go when they aren't given enough attention.

Some time over the summer, with work and my ever changing home life (I now have puppies, dont-cha-know), writing took a back seat. And with many of my friends graduating or otherwise disappearing, it seemed I had less and less support from those around me. It didn't help that comments and the like had dwindled yet again, lowering motivation even further.

I started this blog with the hopes of encouraging safe sex practices while still showing how fun sex can be. And although it evolved into more of a focus on the fun than the safe, I had fun doing it.

I don't want to say this blog is over and done with, but it's definitely going to continue on it's long hibernation. Hopefully one day I'll feel like writing again, and perhaps I'll find someone to write for.

Have fun, Stay safe.
~Sin Secret

Wonders of Planned Parenthood

2009-05-27T17:42:00.000-04:00

So, I know I promised I was officially back, and then sort of disappeared again, but I promise I have been busy. For the most part. I mean, Plants Vs Zombies hasn't taken up all my time, I swear! I have actually done things!
I got my day-job back, am modeling for summer school in the mornings, and just did a new review! See? Progress.

On a random note, anyone notice how many new fairly hard-core BDSM things have just arrived on the EF site? It's crazy. From ball gags to hobbles to bridles to reins, it's crazy! And neat.

Tomorrow's HNT should be up around noon, but in the meantime, I just got back from my first visit to Planned Parenthood.
You'd think I would've gone sooner, being how much I support them and tout their greatness all the time, but I've always gone to doctors and clinics, and it never occurred to me to go somewhere different (I also kind of forgot we had one).

With many problems happening with my insurance, and a complete lack of birth control pills, I was desperate. The doctor at the clinic wouldn't prescribe more until I got an "annual", and I knew my insurance wouldn't pay for an annual, and though I took 2 from the pharmacy last month, my second has gone conveniently missing, so I was SOL.
I knew the Health Dept wouldn't book me immediately, and even if they did, I didn't want to wait four hours to be seen, then get a huge bill 6 months later when my insurance once again decides not to pay for it. So I asked one of the Twins at work how PP works for them, and she recommended I call.
People, this place is a life-saver! Use it!

Firstly, condoms. Condoms condoms condoms everywhere! Free for the snatching, grabbing, or shyly slipping into one's purse. Also, those "Just Wear It" stickers, I always wondered where people got them! Now I know, and Coal proudly sports one on his car. I think when I go back I'll pick up some more.

Secondly, it was fast. I called at one, I got an appointment at three. I filled out the paperwork, waited ten minutes, and got in. Sat for five minutes, had my stats taken, talked, got my pills, and went home. I've never had any kind of clinic visit go so fast.
A large part of this was because mine was a "HOPE" visit; one without any medical tests like pap smears or anything. As I said, insurance wont pay for it, so I might as well not do it until someone can.

Money wise, the visit cost $60, as a pay-now discount. If I'd tried to use insurance it would have cost almost twice as much, and I would have ended up with a giant bill in a few months when the insurance decided not to pay it. They claim my Dysmenorrhea (what I take BC for) is not a "medical" problem, so they wont pay for the consultation to get the pills to control it.
Whatever. Fuck them. I'm getting new insurance soon, hopefully, anyway.
So, I coughed up my last hundred and paid my discounted bill, along with the discounted price for my new pills. Not the exact ones I was on, but the name brand of them.
They weren't as cheap as the Health Dept ($21, where the HD has most for around $5), but still, I'm not complaining. I get the prescription (I think they called it a subscription) for a full year, which means no more finding doctors and clinics and ways to claim I'm getting a pap smear because of STD symptoms.

This place rocks, I love it. Please use it people!

I've rambled enough so I'm gonna go, but seriously, today was a good Birth Control day for me, and I feel a lot of relief about the future of my "family planning". Hurray for PP.

Have fun, Play Safe!
~Sin

The OverDue Review: Selene Pump

2009-05-22T12:56:00.000-04:00

Hello babes!

I'm extremely behind on everything I was supposed to do forever ago, so I'd like to go ahead and get caught up on what I can. First off, a new product review!

Today's product (which should have been ups WEEKS ago, I apology) is the Selene Vibrating Clitoral Pump.

This clitoral pump comes from Vibrator.com's sex toys. (I love how easy it is to navigate their site; some companies make it so difficult to find what you're looking for...)
It's in the clitoral stimulators section, along with all the rest of my favorites. ^-^

The idea behind it is that the suction-cup action increases blood flow to your intimate areas (specifically, your clit), allowing you to experience more sensitivity and pleasure.
How awesome is that?

The Selene Pump, a made by California Exotics, through their "doctor approved" Berman Center line, comes in a neat box with plenty of informational reading material.

The toy itself is very girly, with a light purple color, glittery areas, and hearts all over the hand pump. It comes with a cute sheer bag and two interchangeable suction heads (one with little tendrils, one without).

It works by, basically, pressing the suction-cup head around your clitoris (or your nipple, or any other part of you), squeezing the hand pump a few times, and letting the pressure clamp the thing around your skin. For me this wasn't particularly a good feeling, in fact, it really started to hurt after about 5 seconds. There's a heart-shaped release button on the bottom of the pump, and I used it quite a bit while experimenting with the toy.

The Selene also vibrates, but I'm not quite sure why. The vibrations on this thing probably aren't going to do much for you. The two AAA batteries it calls for don't supply nearly enough power, so unless you're already pretty sensitive in general, that part isn't likely to get you off.

Now, anyone who's read up on my reviews should know that I don't kiss ass for these things; if I don't like a toy, I don't like it. I try to point out its good spots yeah, but if it's not good for me I say that.
This toy is... one of those cases. I didn't like it for me, but I love the idea of it and what it's supposed to do.

And, actually, there are two reasons I don't blame this toy for the fact that it didn't work on me. One, is this extremely positive review from the wonderful Curvaceous Dee (watch out, NSFW). I remember her review being my inspiration for wanting to try it out, and it's really a shame it didn't work so well for me.
The other reason is my own anatomy.
I actually have a sort of...hidden clitoris, which doesn't ever come out. I mean ever. I blame a lot of my arousal and orgasm troubles on this problem, and while I hope to one day get it fixed, I really can't blame a clitoral pump for not getting more blood to my clitoris when it can't even find it.

I was really excited to try it out, but as soon as the plastic-y circle took hold of my flesh, failing to attach when I didn't pump it enough, and squeezing everything when I did, I was no longer aroused at all. I tried different positions, different numbers of pumps, different angles, pulling the skin this way and that, whatever I could think of. I also tried it on my breasts, but with similar results. Perhaps my skin is just too sensitive; all it did was sting.

So, all in all, the sensations it gave me weren't particularly pleasant, and the sensations that were left afterward (when I should have been incredibly aroused and ready to go), were equally not-pleasant.

But, as I said, I don't blame the toy for this, I mostly blame my own biology, and am actually more disappointed in my own body than I am with the toy. I still think it's a cool idea and worth experimenting with, if you're body's up for it, and you're willing to cough up the $30. Not too bad of a price if it works for you.

Have Fun, Play Safe!
~Sin

Color Me Sexy HNT #1

2009-05-21T15:12:00.004-04:00

So, my newest plan of non-laziness involves a string of HNT photo's I'd like to over the next few weeks.

This one's not particularly sexy, but is pretty, I think (Coal did a good job).

I love the feeling of ink, marker, and paint against my skin.
A wet, cold sensation that slides across the flesh, leaving behind a sleek, bright line of color, swirling into the leaves, folds, petals of an elegant flower...

Sexy HNT!
~Sin

$1000 Worth of Sex? Why, Yes, Please!

2009-05-17T16:37:00.007-04:00

So!
I stumbled onto a fantastic contest that I couldn't resist going for. It has taken me three days, two different calculators, and one sore-ass back, but I finally have in my "submission".
But really, it was worth it, what wouldn't you sacrifice for a chance at $1000 worth of sex toys!?!?!
Check out the rules here and do one yourself!

My wishlist is a mixture of quantity and quality. The things I have been dying for, some interesting tidbits, and those few things that I just have to try! It's long, I know, but my general lack of funds can sometimes make me a selfish girl...this took days to compile...

BWarm Soy Massage Candle, Fig - Something sensual to start off with, foreplay and romantic light all in one. I've heard amazing things about these and I'd love to have one!

Oralicious Pina Colada - I'm slightly ashamed to say oral isn't part of my general sex life, so I'd really like a few things to bring things up a bit.

Hitatchi Magic Wand - The ultimate toy that every woman should own, but I don't. How could I not include this???

Body Souffle; Strawberry Creme - Mmmm, sexual body luxuries. I have these little fantasies about having a dresser/vanity covered in pretty boxes, bottles, and containers full of tasty, sensual, sweet-smelling treats for my body.

Cleopatra's Secret Cream; Peaches & Cream - Another body item, but this one also works as a clitoral stimulater, and it's flavored. Can't say no to that!

Nea (White) - One of those high-priced, absolutely beautiful, luxury vibrators. One I set eyes on this sleek, classy little thing, I practically yearned for it.

Silicone Bunny Buddy - A cute little vibrator that's cheap but looks worth a try.

Clitoral Gel Gentle - I spend a whole lot of money on Clitoral gels, and this is one I would LOVE to try. No menthol!

Lockable Vibrator Case, Large, black - I have always always always wanted one of these nifty toy boxes!

Lockable Vibrator Case, Small, purple - As I said...I've always wanted one...two would be better...especially since this one's great for travel!

Lure for Him - The idea of pheromone colognes and sprays fascinates me, so I'd love to try these out with Coal...

Lure for Her - I could surprise Coal when he gets back from work, looking sexy, tasting sexy (see products above), and smelling oh so sexy. :)

Hopn Rabbitstroker - I've always wanted to try one of the "thrusting" rabbits!

I-Vibe Suction Cup Rabbit - From what I've seen, these rabbits don't run too strong, but I'm so intrigued by the use of the suction cup...mmm..riding away on it... I've always wanted to try it. :-D

GiGi, Deep Rose - I actually put back a few things so that I could add this, I just couldn't help it. The most expensive thing on here, this is an orgasm treat I would love to add to my tiny collection.

Trix for Chix - An interesting little cutie that I had to add. What a delight it would be with that little bitty tip!

Krystal's Strobing Bunny Vibrator - I'm not sure why I have so many Rabbit's on this list, because it's not uncommon for them to not work on me. They just appeal to me so much!

Heart Shaped Breast Massager - My nipples aren't generally sensitive unless I'm really really turned on. Maybe these can help...

Naughty Nano IPod Vibrator - The OhMiBod's sibling, I can't resist craving this thing too!

Pocket Rocket Plus - Yet another one of those toys that no girl should be without, so why don't I have one!! Especially with my clitoral problem, a toy this strong should definitely be in my purse at all times.

Playful Pleasures - Another cute little thing I'd love to try out!

Aphrodisiac Oil Exotic Fruit - Yet another small sexual luxury I'd love to have (and see- isn't it pretty?) on my dresser.

Sweet Surrender D & S Game - I don't usually go for sex-based games, but as someone highly interested in the "other side" of everyday sexuality, this caught my attention.

Astroglide 1 Ounce- Just a cheap add-on, to use with all the lovely products.

Afterglow Multi-pack Toy and Personal Tissues - Nifty little things for both your toys and yourself! To clean up afterwards...

And, lastly, the thing I want the absolute MOST!!

OhMiBod Music Driven Vibrator - Ever since this thing came out I've wanted this little baby so much I fantasize about it! I've heard mixed reviews abou it, but only an explicit lack of funds has kept me from it, and there's little else I want as much as!

If the calculation on my over-sized calculator is right, this all comes to $999.34
Hope they aren't including tax or shipping on that budget, I'm cutting it close! >.<

Busy Body HNT

2009-05-14T11:28:00.000-04:00

It feels so good to wear lace under anything...especially when it's something that buttons open, ready to reveal...

Nothing special today..sorry...
Sexy HNT!
~Sin

Sex in Stereo

2009-05-13T12:32:00.000-04:00

For your listening (and perhaps buying?) pleasure, here is a very basic (ie. not much thought put into it) list of my favorite sexy songs.
Hover over the titles to get my mini-opinion of it, I generally have my reasons for liking a song. Except maybe for the Katy Perry song...that's just....not really explainable...love/hate relationship and all.
Anyway.
It could use a little improving, and I'm totally up for suggestions (ie. leave comments and tell me yours), but I like this list. It makes me happy. In my pants, you know. :)

Amazon.com Widgets

Listen, Love, and Play Safe!
~Sin

3 Months and Quite A Few Orgasms Later...

2009-05-09T14:33:00.005-04:00

Here I am, attempting to be "back".
One final left to take, a bottle of Blood Orange Mimosa champagne to drink, and 8 orgasms under my belt in the last 24 hours.
Am I ready to chat?

Maybe.

The Phone Sex enterprise went okay for a while, but then suddenly dropped out horribly. I made a pleasant $600 in the first month, and a pathetic $20 (if even) in the last month. I'm not sure what happened, and I am planning to try to keep up with it a little, but it just stopped feeling worth it.
The days with no calls, then days with nothing but 1 minute hang-ups, just got to me too much and I stopped clocking in.
I really want it to work, I'm desperate, in fact, for it to work, and I still feel a sort of glamor and excitement in working in the sex industry, but I just can't seem to make it work. I still take the occasional call, when a mysterious guy requests one, but I rarely clock in for hours at a time like I used to. It just gets too depressing.

Next week I head back to my day job, so hopefully my world will be filled with mediocre paychecks, good books (just started Anthony Bourdain's Kitchen Confidential, am waiting on the 5th Obernewtyn book, and another Francesca Lia Block book, and plan to read the Vivid girl's How To Have An XXX Sex Life eventually- courtesy of G) and-hopefully- lots of exotic foods (went to Chapel Hill a while back and got fantastic(!) ethiopian food that I got to eat with my fingers!!!). And, with much luck and effort, Sin's Secret will be back up and running and more interesting and sexy and fun than ever.

That's my goal, anyway.
Will it work? Maybe. Maybe not.

In the future I may have some interesting stories from my phone sex exploits, a long overdue toy review for Vibrator.com, and many new sex positions. Next time I stop by the used book store, also, I'm planning on grabbing some sexual history books, and teaching you guys some dirty naughty facts. You can also look forward to a HNT every week, and possible some erotic stories about food. It is definitely my obsession at the moment....

In the meantime, I was hoping some people could send me submissions for a possible print and web-zine that I really want to put out. No pay, just coolness. This could be art or writing, and anything sexy, erotic, etc. I've been wanting to do this for a long time but only have like 3 friends that writer erotic works, so I need some extra content, and you guys would be perfect, I know it! So if anyone is interested, please email me. SinSekret AT Gmail DOT com, as usual.

Much Sexy Luv!
~Sin

A Little Story

2009-04-12T18:15:00.004-04:00

After spending weeks and weeks striving for a so-far-semi-successful job as a Phone Sex Worker, I've written a short story based off of my very first call experience.

I wouldn't so much call it erotic...at all...it's more like painfully humiliating...

Free Minutes

Jena sat quietly at her desk, waiting for one of the two phones beside her to ring. Needing it. Dreading it. She stared blankly at her laptop screen, scrunching her nose at Vikki, the half naked girl smiling up at her.
The two phones lay idly next to the computer. One was black; a think chunk of dented plastic with scratches etched into the cover. The other was pink; slim, shiny, and brand new. Beside them was a book of erotic fiction. Five hundred and eighty-two pages of the best, award-winning smut from the last year. Underneath it were piles of notebooks with stickers from various adult-product companies plastered across the covers.

Scattered across the dirty tan carpet floor around her chair were pages and pages of hand written unreadable script. Dialogues scribbled hastily in classes, meetings, and waiting rooms on crumpled lined paper.

Tired of scrutinizing the poor girl in her various poses, Jena leaned back in her chair, looking up at the pale pop-corned ceiling. The walls around her were painted that terrible off-white color that comes standard in so many apartments. Bland, ugly, and easily soiled, but legally protected by her lease.

Over these dreary walls were framed playbooks from Broadway shows, posters from romance movies, and monochrome photographs of naked women. Most of them standing in doorways, their silhouettes dressed in the light from the other side.

Jena’s light blue eyes followed the cracks in the ceiling for a moment before she kicked her legs gently against the floor. Her chair spun and she watched as the ceiling became a whirlpool of yellow and gray bumps. She closed her eyes and felt the world move around her.

The light tinkling noise that suddenly drifted from the tiny pink cell phone made Jena’s heart stop. She turned and looked down at the phone. She didn’t breath, she didn’t think. The hairs on the back of her neck tingled and she watched as the vibrations made the phone dance across the desk in small bursts.

The bell like ring tone continued for a few moments while Jena stared at it. After a deep breath she reached out suddenly, gripping the phone tight in her fist as she glanced at the Caller ID scrolling across the cover screen. An 800 number.

“Oh. Shit.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and flipped open the phone. She put the smooth plastic against her ear.
“He-”
“This is Starcalls Online. You have a new call. Please press one to accept it now.”

The voice on the other end was calm, bland, and very robotic. Jena choked on saliva built up in the back of her throat. She turned her head and looked at the shiny, flat new buttons and slid her thumb over the keys. She pressed firmly down on the “1”.

“Thank you. No, please introduce yourselves.”

The line was silent. Jena licked her lips.

“Hi!” She said, her tone soft and welcoming. “I’m Maria. What should I call you?”
There was a pause before a man cleared his throat. The reply that came sounded shaky, and very young.
“My name’s David.”

Jena wondered about his age for a moment, waiting for him to say something else. When she didn’t, she tried to create a conversation.

“Well hello, David.” She said.
“Hi.”

There was another pause. This time nobody spoke to fill the empty space stretching between them. Jena forced a soft giggle.

“Well, how are you David?”
“I’m good.”
“Are you having a good night?”
“Yeah.”

Jena paused. Her eyes scanned the room nervously.

“Good…” she said.

More silence. She forced another fake laugh.
She laid down carefully on the carpet, the pages scattered on the floor crinkling beneath her and scratching softly at her ankles.

“You sound nervous.” She said, trying to sound teasing and cute.

David laughed awkwardly, the way only a teenager can.

“Uh…yeah.” He said.
“Aw,” Jena cooed, “Don’t be. Is this your first time?”
“Um, no.” he replied, a little too quickly.
“Oooh, experienced huh?” She’d been hoping he’d say yes so she could confess to being new too.
“Yeah.”
“Well that’s good.”

Jena’s mind went blank. ‘Shit’, She thought, ‘he’s supposed to be talking…’

“So…” she began, “What would you like to know about me?”
“Well, um, what do you look like?”

Jena blinked, frowning. She cursed herself again and pushed herself off the ground.

“Well…” she started, falling back into her chair and faking another giggle to keep his attention. “I’ve got brown hair…”

She searched through her files for the pictures of Vikki. ‘Shit…’
“It’s pretty short…I just had it cut actually…”

She paused, her brows furrowing as she realized what a stupid thing she’d just said. She clicked a link and six shots of Vikki took over the screen. She scanned over them, trying to find a way to describe the flat, scrawny, barely legal model that was supposed to be her.

“I’ve got long legs, brown eyes…I’m very skinny…” She tugged at a broken belt loop on her jeans and mumbled under her breath, “A little too skinny…”
“What?”
“Oh! Nothing. I’ve..um…got a flat stomach, luscious pink lips, and soft, perky boobs.”
No sound.
“So…what about you?” she asked.
“Well,” David said, his voice still trembling, “I’m actually not wearing anything.”

Jena rolled her eyes.

“Mmmm, really? That’s good. I just got out of the bath, so I’m wrapped in my thick, fluffy robe. It feels so soft and warm against my skin.”

David made a bland, noncommittal noise and there was another silence.

“So, where are you David?”
“Oh, um, I’m in my room.”

The thought occurred to Jena that he’d said room, not bedroom. She wondered if it implied even more that he wasn’t fully of age. Having her own apartment made her sleeping room her bedroom, where in high school it was her only room. She tried to continue.

“On your bed?”
“Yeah.”
“What do your sheets feel like?”
“Soft. Smooth.”
“Mmmm, good. I love anything soft and silky against my skin.”

Another wordless sound.
Jena struggled to think of something to say. She sank down to the floor in front of her desk again.

“So,” she whispered, her voice husky and seductive, “What would you like me to do to you, David?”

Silence. No answer. Jena waited.

“David?”

There was a click and the line went dead.

Jena blinked, confused.

“This call lasted – Three Minutes. You have earned – Two Dollars – and – Ninety Three Cents. This amount has been credited to your account. Thank you.”

Jena stared at the phone. She thought about the three free minutes clients were offered when they joined the service. She thought about how young the guy sounded, and how he’d probably used his father’s credit card to join but didn’t want any charges put on it. ‘Damnit…’ she thought.

Then she thought about the fact that this was her first call, and all the things she’d been nervous about. How ridiculous and nonsensical the whole situation was, and how strange her new job was shaping up to be. Jena sighed, burying her head in the dingy carpet. She stood up slowly, leaned over her laptop, and checked the balance on her account. A whole three dollars. She scrolled down to her status, clicked “Away”, and went to make a pot of coffee.

Yet More HNTness

2009-04-10T11:56:00.002-04:00

I've never really understood the whole "innocent girl next door" fetish, not really.
But these socks, so smooth and high up...leaving that cool flesh between my short skirt and the colorful socks completely bare......
it does feel sexy.......

PS. I have a great story for you guys this weekend. Check back!

HNT baby!

2009-03-12T10:51:00.000-04:00

I may not be back quite yet, but I can still give you some awesome stuff to look at!

My body shivers as the woman paints my back with glitter. The smooth, wet brush sliding across my skin. The sensations are tender and cooling, but so sensual.

Days later, when I slip off my robe in a room full of apathetic students, a small thrill runs through me as I turn around, selecting a good position to stay in, watching their eyes linger on the sparkling flower on my back.

A Massive...Apology over my Obsession

2009-02-22T16:38:00.000-05:00

First off, let me start out by saying....

I'm Sorry!!!!

It's been a long road since my last post, and I do sincerely apologize.

I've been spreading my wings and diving into the Phone Sex industry, and have become, quite literally, obsessed!! I pretty much spend all my time looking up information, creating layouts, adjusting listings, creating games, wish lists, and other silly ways to make money and get things, and I just can't seem to stop!

I have an exam tomorrow, a paper due tomorrow night, and prospectus due last Thursday, and an online class I'm probably horribly behind in.
But today I made $150. See why I'm so obsessed????
I can't stop!! Money!

I'm treating Coal and I to dinner tonight, not sure what yet, but something tasty like sushi probably!
Then hopefully I can study and try to figure out what this ridiculous poetry is about. If anyone asks you why we don't study female renaissance writers, tell them it's because they SUCK!

Well, they don't suck of course, but I have absolutely no love for this shit. It's hard to read, mostly religious, and dull. Bleh.

Have fun, play safe (and wish me luck)
~Sin

Guest Post on PhoneSexLife

2009-02-10T11:25:00.000-05:00

Hey there!

Nothing too much to tell you today, except to check out my guest post on Phone Girl's site.
I'm working on starting a new and adventurous job (which is why i'm sort of MIA this week), and this lays out a fairly humorous side of the adventure.
Hope you're having a good week!

Have fun, Play safe.
~Sin

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Lacey Half Naked Thursday

2009-02-05T10:43:00.001-05:00

The lace feels scratchy but exotic against my skin. I follow the bumps and ridges up the curves of my stomach, roaming over the soft flesh of my breasts. My nails rake gently over my skin and a moan slips from my lips.

<3
~Sin

Lucid Dreaming ((A Review))

2009-02-03T09:37:00.001-05:00

I recently received a Lucid Dream #18 vibrator from the nifty sex toys store, Vibrator.com.

So, since they were nice enough to send it to me, I'm happy to talk about it.

The first thing I noticed about the Lucid Dream #18 was the color. Bright beautiful blue that makes me want to hang it in my window and show off the pretty colors to guests. I really like the color. The whole thing is attractive.

The toy itself arrived in one of those everyday US Postal packages, and I was pleasantly surprised to find and envelope of extra little goodies inside with it. Nothing much; a company flier, some Vibrator.com stickers (very cute and creative, I love them), a sample of Astroglide lubricant, and two sets of AA batteries (the toy only needs one set).
Hm, interesting.
And awesome, really.
The stickers and sample are a delightful little addition, especially with the extra batteries. I felt so special. It seems this little promotion package comes with every order, the sample product varying occasionally. That's very cool. Extra props to Vibrator.com for giving their service an extra little oomph. (Actually, that Hotels.com commercial with the two shampoos comes to mind. But hey, everyone loves free stuff! ^-^)

Now, the second thing I noticed about the Lucid Dream #18 was the smell. Eek! I opened the box and out wafes this uber-plastic seran wrap scent! I was opening it before bed and I actually had to put it on the other side of the room before I could fall asleep that night. It's pretty strong. But after the first use and first cleaning, the smell has died down fairly well, so now I can only smell it when it's actually right next to my nose.
Toys start out that way sometimes, it's no big deal.

Now let's talk basics.
#18 is a beautiful blue internal & external vibrator about a hand and a half long, made of a soft smooth jelly. It has four speeds, and attaches to a similarly blue controlling. Easy to insert batteries, easy to use, even easy to clean. It's also waterproof and very quiet.

Internally, this toy won't do that much for the average sex-toy user. But if you've never used an internal toy before, this really might be a good way to start out. It's so smooth that sliding it in is no problem. No discomfort or anything. It's not too thick and not too long, so if it's your first toy, it might be a good way to get yourself ready for a higher level dildo, if that's what you're looking for.

Externally, it actually works pretty well. It doesn't get very strong (which I'll talk about later), and if you hold onto the bullet base in the middle when you first turn it on, you'll barely be able to feel it, but somehow it sends the vibrations right up to the tip and keeps them there. The winning factor is that it actually did bring me to orgasm. It took a while, but it did, and I'm a pretty tough critic. I was surprised.

In the sensation department, I have to say this thing's no rocket. It's highest setting seems to resemble what the good stong vibrators start out on for the far lower settings. It's a medium-low sort of feeling. Never-the-less, I can't say I dislike this toy. And with how critical I usually am about low-powered toys, that is a bit surprising. I don't know why, I just like this one anyway.

I was a little confused about the size at first. Why have the handle on a jelly toy so big? But I've actually grown to like it; bending it to fit whatever position I feel like playing in.
I haven't tried it anally (not quite my thing) but supposedly it is anal-friendly too.
See? This things just neat all around.

You can also get more toys like the Lucid Dream #18 in the traditional vibrators category on the Vibrator.com site.

They were also nice enough to send me a small bottle of Moist Personal Lubricant. This comes in a cute clear pump bottle, is water based and condom-compatable, and does it's job nicely. I didn't need it too much with this toy, thanks to its thin smooth shape, but you can never have enough lubricant and I definitely appreciate it.
It does, however, leave a sticky residue afterwards. That was a bit of a bummer.

They have plenty of other water based lubricants though, if you want to check them out.

Overall I was very pleased with the entire package from Vibrator.com, and even though the toy isn't particularly strong, it's a good one.

Have fun, Play safe.
~Sin

Get Hot for V-Day! Part 1

2009-02-01T11:30:00.000-05:00

February has finally started, which means Valentine's Day is just around the corner!
No matter how you plan on spending the day- touring a romantic city with your partner, fucking the day away in bed, dancing with your friends, or curled up on the sofa with ice cream and movies- there's always a way to make it better.

So, as an early V-Day post, lets look at some of the toys and products you can buy to make your holiday just a little bit sexier. Pick your V-Day theme, check out the options, and

Romantic Day:
So you're spending the day with that special someone, how cute. Here's some stuff for you to treat each other extra special while you're out (and when you get back in ^o^).

Sensory Set M :: Nothings sexier in that soothing, romantic way than a well done massage. Give each other that sensual bliss with this Massage candle/oil kit from Babeland. If it's a little too pricey at $45, try one of these more affordable ones; Suntouched Massage Candles ($17), or the Bwarm Massage Candle ($22 and so beautiful).

Naughty Weekender Kit :: Add some spice to your Valentines night with a kit full of stuff just for you and your spouse. Massage Oil, Body Candy, Blindfolds, and a cute little Sex Game make the a little more special.

Silicone Lover's Enhancer :: This heart shaped "C-Ring" is the perfect little thing to add that extra oomph to sweet V-day love-making. At $17, it's nothing to pass up.

Sexy Adventures:
Whether you're with a long-time partner or a one-day stand, you're celebrating the day by having lots and lots of sex in all kinds of places, ways, and positions. So pack your stuff up in a cute little Sugar Sak and get out there for some sex!

The Cry Baby :: Take a break from the crazy love-making to go out for a bit. Try the movies or a good restaurant. Slip this baby in the girls pants (or whoever's going first) and have the other hold the wireless remote. Any time during the film, concert, or dinner, turn the baby on and listen to your girl cry with pleasure.

Love-You Vibes :: Wanna get something sexy and fun for your lady on V-Day, how about one of these cute heart-printed vibrators. Simple, affordable ($19), and lots of fun.

Satin Seduction Lingerie :: Surprise your lover with this sexy ensemble. Whether your buying it to wear or buying it for your spouse, this thing is sure to please. ($40)

Sexy Slave Kit :: And while you're dressed up, get yourself tied up with this set of cuffs, blindfolds, and the like. ($30) Or try the Lover's Prisoner Kit for an added whip and leash! ($35)

Later this week I'll search for some toys for the Single's Night Out group, and the Lonely Hearts club. Sexy outfits, penis-shaped candies, and the very best solo Vibrators are sure to be included, so check back soon!

And for an even better price, check out these discounts!
20% Off Couples Toys at Eden Fantasys
Winter Sale @ Adam & Eves

Have fun, Play Safe!
~Sin

Get Burned with Jenna Jameson. Wait, No, Don't.

2009-01-30T11:14:00.000-05:00

A porn review! Woot...or, no, not really.

I ordered my first porn flick from EF a few weeks back, and spent a whole lot of effort trying to enjoy and write about it.

Probably a wasted effort....

Jenna Jameson (great boobs and an absolute delight to watch when she actually speaks) stars in her first BDSM skin-flick adventure; BURN.

Seemed like a good idea at the time, I swear. Unfortunately, Vivid succeeded at only one thing; turning one of my favorite favorite favorite movies into a horridly acted, badly shot, story-less, and sexually uninteresting.

It's apparently supposed to be an "adult take" on The Secretary. One of my absolute favorite movies, and they ruined it.
I agree that I wanted a little more sex in that movie too, but this is just ridiculous.

The movie basically took a few scenes from the movie (Shy cutter Lee replaced with big breasted lesbian Erica who burns herself with cigarettes), tore them up and made them sexual, threw in a shitload of completely unrelated sex, and somehow managed to do that without having a single woman orgasm. (That last part really bothers me...)

Lots of cum shot oral scenes, a crazy amount of anal licking, and far too much moaning from the girls without moaning from the guys, mixed with a whole boatload of bad actors (Jenna was the only decent actor out of the lot).

In the BDSM club, not a single guy is tied up or being flogged. Not a single one. Whyyyy? That bugs me too.

During one oddly placed masturbation scene (mimicking Lee's bathroom scene), a woman basically gives her dildo a blowjob. When was the last time you did that, I mean, without someone watching?

Anyway. I hated it. Bleh.

You can see my full review HERE, and let me know what you think!

Half Naked Thursday!

2009-01-29T12:18:00.001-05:00

I leaned gently against the wall, waiting for the desperate look to appear in his eyes.
The look that came every time his body yearned for the delicate strips of leather resting against my body...

Another image from my little red dress shoot for advertising. There's something about this one I like....

Sexy HNT!
~Sin

Big Guy, Little Girl - Some Advice

2009-01-27T09:18:00.000-05:00

For those of you looking for my Conversation/Podcast-y thingy (thank you ^0^) You can find a recording of it in the widget to the right. And on the night of the shows you can listen directly from the widget, or click on the title on the widget, it'll take you straight to the site where you can join in.
We're not sure when the next show will be, probably next weekend (not a sunday again), and it'll probably be about Erotica (with a contest!). So make sure to check back for info. And if you plan on stopping by, let me know and I'll keep on the lookout for you!
<3

Sin,
I am a very short woman with an average build and my partner is a foot taller than I am and outweighs me by about 150 lbs. Can anyone recommend sexual positions that would minimize the awkwardness of our size differences? The more creative, the better.
Thanks!

I can think of just a few in particular that should really work for you. This also applies to most couples with height and weight differences.

1. Cowgirl (you on top). This should work regardless of the size of either of you (unless the girl is really big and the guy's really little, as said before). This gives you complete control and him the chance to relax and enjoy the view. And if you do it reverse (you facing his feet) you have lots of extra space around your pussy to use a vibrator (if the guys got a bit of a gut, using a clitoral vibe can be a bit tough).

2. Standing. The position works well with a shorter woman, when done right. Try standing up against a wall with something nearby to put a foot on. With him in front of you, have him lift you up and push you against the wall (using the stool/chair/whatever to help support you if you need it). Get high enough for him to enter you and wrap you leg/legs around him. Then go for it.
This takes some balance from you and some strength from him, but is great for those passionate, desperate love-making sessions.

3. You sitting, him standing. This is simply when you sit on a surface that's at a good height for him to enter you without having to bend his knees or stand on his toes too badly. Kitchen counters, dining room tables, and washing machines should all work pretty well.
It's good because height shouldn't really matter, and if he's a little too tall, he should be able to bend enough to enter you without too much trouble.

Doggy Style might work, but it depends on how different the height is as far as your legs go. It can be tough when your legs, thighs especially, are too close or too different in height. At least, that's how I see it.

I'm sure you're well acquainted with missionary, but if you have trouble with it because of height or size, try with your legs over his shoulders, or both legs and hips over to one side. Having your legs over the side of the bed (or anything else) might work as well. This is also true with Doggy Style, with you on your knees in front of the bed, or leaning over a table, your chest on the bed and him entering from behind.

Really, you just have to be creative. Buy a book on Sex Positions and experiment with what floats your sexy boat!

Good luck!
~Sin

That stuff that comes before sex....

2009-01-24T15:20:00.003-05:00

Tomorrow night at 7pm (EST), PhoneGirl and I will be hosting another TalkShoe conversation.
This... "episode" will be focused on Foreplay. You know; that stuff that's supposed to come before sex.

Personally, I'm not a big foreplay person. Having a distinct lack of physical arousal capabilities, foreplay just gets me bored. And despite the stereotype that women all love foreplay, many of my friends feel the same way.

Just the fact that I'm not really into foreplay will hopefully give us a good and diverse conversation. PhoneGirl and I would really love it if lots of you stopped by, leaving comments in the chat room, calling in (you don't need an account, you can call from anywhere in the world, and it's absolutely free!), or just listening in.

We want lots of opinions, questions, and suggestions from all our readers, and those who are just curious, so please stop by!

PS- did you hear, Obama repealed the Global Gag Rule; now allowing women and families around the world to get the health care and family planning information they really need!

Have fun, play safe!
~Sin

Half Naked Thursday

2009-01-22T11:24:00.000-05:00

There's something delightfully strong and sexy about wearing my boyfriends tighty-whitey underwear (even though they're like a million times too big for me...)

It's something like the thrill of not wearing panties when you go out. That shy excitement and sexy feeling of "I've got a secret...".
But it's different, of course.
Its the sensation of breaking some kind of taboo (I'm wearing the wrong genders clothes AND they're too big ^-^''), as well as the sexy contentment that seems to come from wearing your spouse's clothes. Don't you always feel warm, cozy, and sexy when you wear your boyfriend's (or girlfriend's) super-sized man/butch shirts?
I particularly like long sleeves and button ups.

It makes me consider stopping by the Boys Department of Wal-Mart and picking up some that actually fit me. But somehow I think that would take away from the sexiness...(not to mention, these things pick up stains like a bitch...).

Until next time.
Have a sexy Half-Naked-Thursday,

~Sin

(Late) Sunday Sex Position :: Running With Scissors

2009-01-19T10:04:00.001-05:00

Also known as: Spooning, Intersextion, Tribbing,

Disclaimer:: This article contains a bit of cartoon nudity, as well as graphic explanations and erotic text (nothing too good this week, unfortunately). Read at your own discretion.

Missionary just didn't leave enough room for my vibrator. A Double Bullet Egg Vibrator, it was strong like a rocket, but took up too much space for conventional positions. He lifted his hips, grabbed my side, and rolled me over, falling quickly behind me, his still-hard member resting snugly between my thighs. He entered me slowly, pushing his upper leg between mine and sliding his way inside. As my body adjusted, I twisted, my back flat against the bed while my thigh clenched around his side. He began a slow, steady rhythm, giving me time to get the vibrator started again, sliding it over my pubic hair, between my soft lips, to rest gently against my swollen clit. I moaned softly, my head falling back, watching the movement of our conjoined hips. As the vibrator sent shivers through my thighs, I worked on clenching my insides, using the muscles I'd built through daily kegel exercises to squeeze my muscles around the firmness inside me. He let out a sudden moan, surprised by the new sensation. As I pumped my body against his, rubbing the vibrator harder and harder agaisnt myself, I tried to squeeze harder, pressure building inside me in hot, sharp waves of tight pleasure, harder and harder, tighter and tighter, until I couldn't take it any more. My whole body bucked against his hips, my muscles clenching tight, a warm, trembling sensation found its way throughout my body. My thoughts disappeared, my breath caught deep in my chest as every muscle in my body spasmed, sending shockwaves of wonderful, hot pressure that made me cry out in pleasure, as he began to mimick my sounds, his body shuddering...releasing...relaxing...

For a while, when money was tight and jobs came first, Coal and I got pretty down and dull about sex. But now, by some miracle, we're back up and having fun again. With that fun comes lots of movement between the sheets. Missionary turns upside down, Doggy Fashion goes flat, and Cowgirl...kind of flips over.
One position we always come back to is a variation of the Scissors position.

Here, you lie next to each other, man behind woman, "spooning". Either simply entering from behind, her legs outward, or a little more comfy, with her lower leg between his, and her upper leg over his thigh, he enters from behind. Or with both of his legs in between hers. And despite the South Park "Scissors" joke, this is somewhat similar to what is commonly called Tribbing when done by two women.

We particularly love this position because it leaves lots and lots of space to use just about any clitoral vibrator, regardless of the sex of your partner (if everyone watches where their legs are going, that is).

Great to incorporate new toys, bring yourself to orgasm (him pumping with the vibe buzzing is fantastic, I swear) with your favorite vibe, or just enjoy the new sensations the change can give you.

Courtesy of SexInfo101.com.

Have fun, Play safe.
~Sin

Happy Anti-Abortion Day, duh.

2009-01-18T17:42:00.001-05:00

Oh, I almost forgot. You mustn't forget to celebrate National Sanctity of Human Life Day, which, according to almost-ex-Pres Bush, is today (to be fair, it wasn't his idea first).

Yes, how delightful, a day essentially condemning anyone who actually uses logic and supports female medical rights (especially those hell-condemned young heathens who've already had abortions!). It's funny, isn't it? That with all the economic, foreign, and other (actually important) problems the so-called leader could be dealing with, instead he's spent the last few weeks specifically pointing out and bashing women's health rights. For "God", of course.
Of course, the sanctity of life only matters if you haven't been born yet. If you have been, or you're foreign (that is, of a different religion), he doesn't give a damn. How sweet.

I wonder if he'll let all the troops he's shipped off have the day off. You know, to protect the sanctity of their lives.

So, in honor of this ridiculous day, I'd like to take this opportunity to list a whole bunchness of websites I can find that are about contraceptives, abortion, and women's health information.

Hurray for Anti-Abortion Day, now get informed, dammit.

Planned Parenthood (of course)
Abortion Clinics Online (wouldn't it be weird if abortion numbers doubled today? Not encouraging or anything, but it'd be ironic?)
Contraception Guide (because you should always know)
Let's Talk About Abortion (a great little manifesto about why abortion isn't wrong)
Healthy Women.Org (because it's all about women's health, really)
Scarleteen (sex education for the real-life teen)
AVERT Teen Contraceptives (Anti-AIDs site gives birth control info)
Trojan Condoms (Maybe you should save that sperm, it's life too, right?)
Durex (the condom brand that just keeps on growing...)
Women's Health Dept (branch of the US Dept of H&HS)
Eden Fantasys (reDiscover Sex, remember?)
One Healthy Lifestyle (Contraceptive information)
Population Council (Information on lifestyle choices, including EC)

Oh, and since I wanted to make sure to have this up, the first Sunday Sex Positions will be posted tomorrow morning, instead of today. Sorry >.<'
Have fun, Play safe, Keep your Choices.
~Sin

Happy Birthday Sin's Secret (on HNT!)

2009-01-15T17:40:00.001-05:00

I realized that today is the one year anniversary of my very first blog post. Woot!

For you guys, I've taken a few birthday HNT shots (nothing special).
I was really wanting to do a candle-between-the-boobs thing, but my BC has really been fucking with my cup size. I barely have cleavage anymore, I wouldn't have been able to hold a damned thing...

I could feel the flame, only centimeters above the soft skin of my back...

The sparks exploding behind me made soft, thrilling popping sounds, as tiny drops of hot light landed gently against by wrist and back....

Happy Birthday me!
Have fun, Play safe.
~Sin

Occasional Zen

2009-01-14T21:00:00.003-05:00

I wonder, sometimes, what life would be like without sex.
Would conflicts only be fought over gods, land, and money? Satisfaction only gained through religious rituals, bungee jumping, and video games? Reproduction fulfilled by some dull, solitary act of asexual mitosis? Would food not taste as good, lacking that inherently sensual, bodily response that accompanies every luscious bite of silky, hot soups and sweet red strawberries?

What about love?
Could love not exist without the heart-throbbing drive of passion and desire?
Tightly held hands and shy pecks on the cheek are only significant in their little steps towards a much greater, longer journey into the unknown.
To me love and sex go hand in hand. Love is not necessary for sex, but it makes it so much better. And while love can often just muddle things up in sex, more often it stokes the flames of desire, and makes it all the more worth-while.

Our lives are driven by so many different kinds of passion. Would those other flames be squelched if our bodies didn't know the thrills of sexual passion?

Or would they burn brighter, without the distractions of carnal pleasures.

"...from what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire." ~Robert Frost

Have fun, play safe.
~Sin Secret

A Delicious Talk and Hot Abs

2009-01-12T11:07:00.001-05:00

Last night's conversation with PhoneGirl went wonderfully.
It was great to finally hear PhoneGirl's voice (and yes, it is really sexy), and we spoke to a couple really great listeners, it was a blast.

The talk was only supposed to go on for 30 minutes, just as an introduction, but we didn't hang up until just before 8:00. See, fun ^-^
We got a lot of good reviews and we're definitely doing it again; Sunday after next, same time, same place; we're gonna talk about Foreplay! Yaaay....(*shrug* I'm not a big foreplay person, but I do love talking about it ^-^)

If you missed the show, here; have a listen. (I have got to speak louder next time!)

~~

In other news, I have got to tell you something awesome.
A few days ago I stumbled onto HypersexualGirl's blog, Love and Lust. Now one of my favorite blogs, Hyper had a post about nude photos she'd been sent of mens erections. She talked about how it made her so curious about these guys, wondering why they sent her pictures of themselves like that. She also posted a few of her favorites.
I was quick to comment as follows:

I've actually never had this happen to me...and I think it makes me a little sad.
I've been blogging for almost a year now and, though I've been hit on by guys on facebook, and get occasional IMs from one guy who wants me to know how much he "enjoys" my blog, I've never received an email like that.
I would be curious and intrigued too!

I mean, if someone just randomly sent my personal email erectile photos, i might be a little thrown off and iffy, but being that I am a sex-blogger, i'd be delighted to get these random, semi-anonymous images. It'd probably make my day! ^-^
<3>

The next morning, to my unparalleled delight, (a fuller version of) this image appeared in my inbox:
(I cropped out his face for privacy, and his penis for my preferred PG-13 rating ^-^)

I was ecstatic. (Coal was really pissed...) I replied, saying how sweet it was, but of course I never got a response. That's okay. :)
This morning, after mentioning the whole incident on the talk show, I got yet another picture, this time of just a penis. Pretty impressive, actually, but I have to say I adore this first guy's abs...aren't they fantastic?

I'm kind of diggin this. Although, some female nudes might be a bit more preferred....(^-^')

~~

After the post-less-ness of the past weekend (I was nervous about the show and couldn't write a damned thing), Wednesday will start back up with new articles and everything I've been wanting to do. New Sex Position comes on Sunday!

Have fun, Play safe.
~ Sin

Ways to Join the Conversation

2009-01-11T17:54:00.002-05:00

PhoneGirl and I will be hosting a TalkShoe conversation tonight at 7 (EST). That's in one hour so I thought I'd leave some info reminding you how you can participate (other than just listening, of course).

IM me on these programs-
AIM: SinSekret
Gmail: SinSekret
Meebo: SinSecret
Or you can use the new little chat room on the Sidebar of this page.

Email me (sinsekret@gmail.com) or PhoneGirl (phonesexlife@gmail.com) with questions, comments, advice questions, or whatever!

Or join in the conversation by phone or computer through the TalkShoe link below. There's no registration required, all you have to do is click. ^-^

<3
Talk to you soon!

Sexy Sounds This Sunday!

2009-01-10T15:17:00.002-05:00

Official Info, yay!

Fellow blogger, PhoneGirl (she's a phone sex operator, she's got to have a sexy voice, right?), and I are doing a TalkShoe conversation tomorrow (Sunday) at 7pm (EST). Please stop by to listen, chat, or ask questions.
It'll only be about half an hour, so you don't have to stay long.

So, don't forget to stop by, and if you have any questions you want us to answer, email them in or comment!

<3
Sin

Tune in, Turn off...

2009-01-09T17:17:00.004-05:00

Okay, so! Since I got a pretty decent response about the podcast idea, PhoneGirl and I are planning a TalkShoe live conversation this Sunday. More than likely in the late afternoon/evening (US Eastern Time).

Not sure about the details yet but it will be a live audio show that you can tune into on this site or PhoneGirl's site (or the TalkShoe site), call into from your phone/computer (I believe), and I'll be on the IM services and my email if you'd like to send me a message or question (also, if you have a question you want us to answer during the show, email one of us at sinsekret@gmail.com or phonesexlife@gmail.com). It'll be a short, introductory show to say hello, bring up some basics, give some advice, and see how everybody feels about it.

I'll let you know more tomorrow, but just don't forget to stop by Sunday night to check it out! ^-^

I'm also really considering this whole erotica reading thing....At first it was just something in passing I threw into what a podcast could do, but now I'm really considering the possibilities. Don't you think it would be sexy to hear erotic fiction read to you? Maybe not, but I'm thinking I'd like to give it a try. If you'd like to submit some writing for me to read, or would like to be part of the reading, let me know!

Have fun, Play safe!
<3
Sin

Half-Nekkid Thursday!

2009-01-08T14:39:00.006-05:00

For my very first Half-Nekkid Thursday, I thought I'd use this new banner Coal made for me last night, using a photo we took of me (yup, that's me and my little pink whip).
Next time it'll be an actual photo, not a banner, I promise (sort of) ^o^.

<3
Sin

Losing My Virginity @ 21 - An Advice Piece

2009-01-07T12:32:00.001-05:00

I'm 21 and still a virgin. My girlfriend (also a virgin) and I have been talking about having sex for the first time. What pointers could you give so that her first time can be an enjoyable one?

Most of all, I think making her comfortable and letting her know that you want her to enjoy everything is the biggest issue. Here are a few ways I'd suggest going about that.

1. Make a day of it. Spend the whole day doing things you both enjoy. Having sex when you're happy is a whole lot better (and easier) when you've had a day full of delight than a day full of everyday stresses. Go out to a simple dinner, see a movie with actors that you both like (nothing depressing, of course), or maybe do something fun and active like hiking, ice skating, or swimming (you can start the foreplay with a shower together). The physical ones are good because they get your heart pumping and your body moving (as well as releasing endorphins) which help get you in the mood.

These are all really optional though. If you just want to surprise her with a box of Thai take-out (don't opt for crappy Chinese-unless it's her favorite food- get something at least a little exotic), hot chocolate, and a DVD, go for that too. Some girls would even be happy with you just showing up with a bottle of wine and some roses.
It's whatever you feel would be the right beginning to your first night.

2. Take your time. You're both moving into uncharted territory, so move slowly and make sure you're communicating fully. Spend lots of time with foreplay to be sure that you're both completely ready to go (and go through with it). Don't just jump on her with the sudden need to go at it.
And remember, if you get half-way through foreplay and one of you decides its not quite the right time, don't worry about; it'll happen eventually.

3. Be prepared. Have everything you might need for the night. Excluding the every day needs of a romantic evening (bubble bath, champagne, candles, dinner, whatever), don't forget the sexual necessities; condoms (of course), lubricants (this is her first time, after all- lube is a must), maybe even a small, affordable vibrator just to be sure she has a total happy ending.

Most of all, communicate. Make sure this is what you both want and the time when you want it. If there's a certain place, day, or way that you (or she) wants, make sure to be aware.

Even if you don't just sit around and discuss it, make sure you both know that you can be open and honest about the situation and the things you want and don't want.

Good luck!

Have fun, play safe.

~Sin

**question originally answered by me on the Ask Dan & Jennifer Forum **

Quick Question...

2009-01-06T00:17:00.003-05:00

Hey there, just wondering, would you guys tune in if I had a "Podcast".

Coal keeps bringing it up, saying it'd be a cool way to answer advice questions (which, by the way, I don't get enough of, please send em on in!), talk about current event issues, and maybe even read some erotica (that one's my idea), but I feel like nobody would really listen. Really, I think he's been listening to Love Line too much, but the idea does spark my interest.

Oh and, did I ever mention that Coal and W are the same person? I remember PhoneGirl asking me about that once, but I don't think I ever cleared it up on here. I got tired of calling my lover by a letter, so he came up with the porn-name Coal Confidential. Odd, but cute.

~Sin

Bye Bye Entrecard

2009-01-03T12:41:00.001-05:00

No Top Droppers for this month, or any other month for that matter, because as it turns out Entrecard dropped me.

No idea why they suddenly decided that I was no longer "appropriate" for their "family friendly" site. I mean, I haven't posted any boobs lately, have I?

Either way, I am no longer able to access my account, so don't have my statistics or the nifty advertising opportunities.

Oh well, fuck you too Entrecard. Bite my sexy, inappropriate ass.

In other news, my last day at "the day job" is tomorrow, so starting Monday I'll have more time to do the psuedo-sexy stuff, with sexy things, that you love to hear about. At least, I hope you do.
Until around the 20th, I'll have no other job but this blog, so you'll probably be hearing from me a lot.

Hopeful pieces of interest this month include:

The comeback of the Positions of the Week. (although it might be every other week...also maybe an adult product of the week, but that's less likely) Yay! That seemed to be something popular that just dissipated as I got lazy...
More relationship advice, thanks to me attempting to jump-start a dating column for the paper.
An orgasm experiment! I'm considering the idea of seeing how many orgasms I can have in one day (or several days), while still actually getting things done.
The last few parts of the Something Sweet To Suck On experiment(hopefully), including garlic, sweet potato, chocolate, and cayenne pepper.
My full analysis of the Orgasm Loop, a book about achieving orgasms during sex, which EF sent me to review this past month.
A possible new article series about porn! Am currently looking for a porn rental site (if you know of any, drop me a line), for a new group of articles/reviews about porn- for women who don't like porn (and the men/women who love/fuck them).
More erotica for your personal enjoyment, if I can cough it up.

February should hopefully see some valentines day posts. Including sexy date ideas, what to have for dinner, and what toys, books, and videos you should have for bedtime. Hopefully February will also see the beginning and end of the series of posts I've been wanting to do about people in the sex industry. It seems like an appropriate time.

Well, that's all for now, see you soon!

Have fun, Play safe.
~Sin

2008-12-31T18:18:00.003-05:00

So...Happy New Year... and all that jazz...

This means I've been attempting to inform and entertain you guys for almost a full year.
I'm such a loser.

Anyways.

Drink lots of champagne, go party, have lots of orgasms, and, of course, be merry.

I'll see you next year.

Have Fun,
Play Safe.

~Sin

Salty, Slimy, Sexy?

2008-12-29T13:21:00.002-05:00

Today we have the (much much overdue) second article of Something Sweet To Suck On.

Aphrodisiac #2!
Oysters!!

While I've always been a fan of Oyster stew, fried oysters with fries, and the occasional snack canned smoked oysters on crackers (with champagne nowadays), I didn't really see any of those deep fried, thick, and oily foods turning me on in any way, shape, or form. Well, actually, food in general turns me on, but... not the point.

So, for this part of my aphrodisiac experiment, I decided to go out on a limb and try something new, exciting, and...a bit creepy. So W and I headed to an "oyster bar" in town, and ordered a nice (i.e. small but expensive) helping of Raw Oysters.

Yup, that's right, we tried our first raw oysters.

W. had actually never had any kind of oysters, so the whole meal was brand new to him, but while I've had plenty of oysters, the idea of eating them raw has always been pretty frightening.

That sunday night, my attitude was no different.

To keep our meal varied and try to get the most out of this "aphrodisiac" dish, I ordered a mixture of plates. I started with She-crab soup (ohmygodsofuckinggood), which I couldn't deny once I saw it (if they had oyster stew, I would have gotten it, but they didn't, which I think is kind of weird.). For the two of us, we ordered a half dozen raw oysters, and an interesting mix of Oysters Rockefeller, Buffalo Oysters, and... something else I don't remember.

Scientifically, there are no properties of oysters that say they should help your sex drive. They're good for you, yeah, but there's nothing in them that makes them make you sexy.

The idea is that it's all about the looks. Some people believe they look a bit like testes, some people say they remind them of the female sexual organs. Soft, silky, wet.
*shrug* Whatever.

On the way to the restaurant, W and I were both timid and nervous about eating something so slimy. But I will readily admit, once I felt that slick, slippery sensation on my tongue, I wanted more.

The taste of their raw oysters was...odd? The first slimy bite pretty much tastes like nothing but sea water. I assume better quality oysters taste better, but I could be wrong... They were served with cocktail sauce and lemons, and the others were topped with things like buffalo sauce and bacon & spinach. The topped ones kind of just tasted like whatever was on top.

So the taste, as far as these went (they didn't seem like the best of quality), was... meh, but the soft fluff sliding down my throat made me want more slippery things in my mouth. Don't know why, but I did love it.

W didn't quite agree, and I'm sure not everyone would.

We later tried another half dozen (cooked this time), and we also shared a salad and some dessert.

My analysis?
Well, I don't remember exactly how I felt for the rest of the night. I know we had sex, but I don't remember what led up to it or how it was. That's completely my fault for taking so long to write this up.
But what I do remember is that I felt extremely adventurous for the rest of the night. I mean, like a crazy high. I even considered sex behind the restaurant as we were leaving (and, for the sake of science, we probably should have tried).

I think that, for me and possibly for others, there's something crazy and adventurous and sexy about trying something so different, so strange, and so... unique.
If you ate raw oysters every night, you might not feel any effect of this slimy little aphrodisiac, but if you enjoy the sensations that come from going out on a limb and trying something new, this might be just the thing to give your night a boost into a little bit of a wildness.

Results:: Oysters might not be best for the squeamish (then of course there's that warning against children and pregnant women), but if you're one of those that like to be a little adventurous and love the thrill of strange new foods, you might be interested in adding a couple raw oysters to your date night, just to give it a special little kick-off.
I might have to do a little more experimenting to discover whether or not it works more regularly...mmm....

Have fun,
Play safe,
and Happy eatings.
~Sin

Related Posts:: Strawberry Sheets Forever

Sex in The News:: Revisited

2008-12-27T23:11:00.003-05:00

I don't read or watch the news very often, but I like to skim through the sex-related articles every not and then to see whats up.

Of course, the news typically sucks...with all those silly anti-sex people running around. Which introduces our first story...

New Rule Hurts Women:

"Bush's Last Word; Imposition sets back reproductive rights"

So, it seems Bush finally decided to make morals part of science. Fucker. This new..."imposition" basically says that any doctor, nurse, or medical worker can refuse to do just about anything when it comes to reproductive health. In any federally funded health center/hospital, any worker has the right to refuse to participate in any (sexual health related) act or distribution of information without any punishments or reciprocation.

Don't "believe" in the morning after pill? You don't have to give it to your crying patient (even if she's a rape victim!). You don't even have to tell her it exists. If she asks for it, you can just say no, because it's what you "believe in".
Then, when that patient gets pregnant because you denied her basic information, you can refuse to give her an abortion (because it's what you "believe in"), forcing her to find help elsewhere.

Think contraception, condoms, and birth control pills encourage promiscuity? You don't have to prescribe a single box, bottle, or pack, even if they're requested by your patient.

For those of you reading who don't care so much about contraceptive rights, well, how about HIV/AIDS?
The list of "potentially objectionable" procedures could even include treatments for, and information about, HIV/AIDS.
And I'm sure there are lots of homophobes and anti-sex assholes that would love to deny those dying their treatment. Because, as we all know, AIDS only happens to "the gays", and they're on their way to hell anyways. *insert rolly-eyed face here*

It's going to take Obama for-fricking-ever to fix this crap. Let's hope he really takes the time to do it.

Saudi women's group assails judge over 8-year-old's marriage

This one's interesting. And sad.
An 8-yr-old in Saudi Arabia was given to her father's friend as a wife, essentially, as payment to settle debts. Women's Rights activists fought to get the marriage annulled, but the judge ruled (partially) in favor of the father.
The ruling forbids the husband from consemating the marriage until the girl reaches puberty, at which time the girl will be allowed to appeal for divorce.
As if the husband actually would keep his hands off his little prize for the next five or more years. Oh wait, maybe that's really 2 or 3 years? When's puberty in Saudi Arabia?

At least the judge did something a little positive, but its doubtful the ruling will do a damned thing to really help the girl. Poor thing.

But this shit happens all the time, and at least someone's fighting for the girl, even if they didn't get it quite this time. There's more on this story here, and here.

Xmas Eve Greetings!

2008-12-24T14:32:00.003-05:00

Hey there.
Yeah, I've been pretty non-existent for the past week; I'm sorry.
The holidays (plus my period- no xxx-mas for me this year) have kept me in the shops and under the covers.

I'll hopefully be back up and writing by next week, especially since -starting the 5th- I'll no longer have a day job to steal my time.

Until next time:

Merry X-mas,
Blessed Yule,
Happy Kwanzaa,
Happy Hanukkah,
Have fun,
And Play Safe.
<3

Sin

Wordless Wednesday: Some Banners in Construction

2008-12-17T12:45:00.001-05:00

Sexy Holiday Gift Ideas!

2008-12-13T08:43:00.003-05:00

Inspired by Always Aroused Girl's recent post "Sexy Stocking Stuffers": I love the idea of giving sexy presents to friends and family members for christmas, so here are a few of my favorite (affordable) gift ideas from my favorite online sex stores!

Sex Toys at Babeland:

For just about everyone!
Come for a Cause Kit: An interesting kit with a nice looking vibrator and a few condoms. Sends donations to both Planned Parenthood and the Living Beyond Breast Cancer foundation. Seems like a good price for a cute gift and a good cause. Really good price. I like it.

For your best (female) friend:
OMiBod Naughty Nano Vibrator: I want one of these sooo bad! Not exactly affordable, but it's an awesomely unique vibrator that plugs into your MP3 player and pulses to your music. Making music twice as sexy! Great for any music lover on your list.

For your adult family members:
Hot Heart Massager: An interesting gift idea for someone you want to get something nice and sexy for, but not something blatantly dirty. This heart shaped massage pack heats up and comes with an oil to give you a deep heat massage. Also very affordable.

EdenFantasys:

For your guy friends:
Ultimate Jack-off Sleeve: Like a Fleshlight, only cheaper, this is for your lonely and/or adventurous guy friend (or boyfriend). This is a great gift to keep them from burning the skin off their palms. Just make sure to let them know your gift is completely sincere and not a mean joke. With the right attitude they really could have fun with this.

For the one you're sure is a closet kink:
Lover's Fantasy Kit: A cute, inexpensive little kit with handcuffs, a blindfold, and a small flogger. Great for beginners and couples who you think could use a little spice.

For the older couple:
Basket Of Love Kit: A simple basket of sensual sex products. Includes incense, warming oil, and massage lotion, and a bit more, all for a pretty low price. Good gift to put the spark into anyones long-lasting relationship. :)

For the Candle-Lover:
Faerie Lights Candles: Cute little square candles, in four different aromatherapy scents. I think their pretty, and the faerie idea makes me want them even more. Or maybe a better idea would be the Suntouched Edible Massaging Candles; nummy smelling candles with wax that melts into massage oil, and can be licked off afterward. ^-^

Amazon.com:

For the Pre-Orgasmic:
The Orgasm Loop: From what I've read, this is a great book with an interesting (and pretty effective, from what I tried) technique to help any girl reach an orgasm, alone or during sex. Definitely worth a read, and a greatly considerate gift.

For the Erotica Lover:
Sex Chronicles: Shattering the Myth: "African American" erotica-writer Zane shoots out a crapload of really interesting, often fantastic, short erotic stories. Well written, for the most part, and definitely sexy.

For the Lesbian:
The Lesbian Kama Sutra: An interesting book adapting the kama sutra for lesbian sex. The pictures range from crappy and stereotypical, to classic and sexy. They also have one for Gay Men.

Adam and Eve's

The Honeymooning Couple:
Lace Cami Set: A sweetly sexy lingerie set for any new couple still in their lovey-dovey excited and sexy phase. Also very affordable and adorable! Might go great with one of the erotic For Couples Only porn DVDs.

The Single Girl:
Adam & Eve's Massaging Vibrator: This seems like A&E's cheaper alternative to the much-loved and ever-wanted Hitachi vibrator (claimed to be the best and strongest hand-held vibrator ever). Some shoppers boast more than 8 orgasms at a time with this thing.

The Experienced BDSM Player:
Crave Collared Nipple Clamps: Not exactly cheap, and not for the newbie, but this clamp/collar combo certainly looks sexy and worth the price. Great for anyone you know into the lifestyle (if you like them enough to pay for it ^-^)

For the One with All the Sex Toys:
Sugar Sak: A great bag for all your favorite sex toys. Simple, affordable, pretty, and hygienic. I've always wanted one of these, and I bet anyone with a collection would love to get one. I know I would; they're so cute!

So if you haven't gotten all your Christmas gifts yet (or one for me >.<), definitely stop by these nifty gifts and see if they'd be right for someone on your list!
Happy Holidays!
^-^ Sin

Make My XxX-Mas Merry!

2008-12-12T12:28:00.000-05:00

I love the Holiday season, and adore celebrating my own atheist versions of both Christmas and Yule, as well as my newest holiday addition; xXx-Mas!

So, this holiday season, as well as hoping to have a new contest (for which I will buy all the prizes first, so I don't have the waiting problem I've had with the last contest), I started my own X-Mas Gift Registry on EF.
That means that you can buy me xxx-mas presents!!! ^-^

I've got a nice huge wishlist full of stuff, and added a nice bunch of stuff that's $15 or less, making it super easy to make me moan this holiday season. ^-^

I know, I know, no ones really going to send me anything, but I can try, right? ^-^

Want some sexy toys for christmas too? Make a EF Gift Registry for yourself with the banner on the right.

Merry XXX-Mas!

Have fun, Play safe!

<3>

Huzzah For..Tissues?

2008-12-11T06:27:00.000-05:00

I'm working on a couple of decent posts, and I'm sorry they aren't up yet, but I just HAD to show off my newest reviews about my new products from EF!!!

I was so excited to get them, and I was so happy when they came in, and I adore them. Click the links to see the products and my reviews ^-^

The first is a new Rabbit vibrator. I'm not usually big on Rabbit vibes, but I definitely love this one. The shaft doesn't twist like most do, it actually pulses upwards in waves. Plus it's cordless and really strong.
I love it. My Review is HERE.

The other, which I adore!, is called a ToiTissue. I was so confused when I first got the assignment, but when it came in I was thrilled! It's a storage container conveniently hidden inside a tissue box. ^-^
I've been wanting a storage container ever since I started my toy collection, and while this doesn't solve my storage problems, it is awesome anyway. It's so unique.

Plus, I think I did an awesome job with the review. W giggled a few times when reading it. ^-^
So, HERE's the review for the ToiTissue box.

Come back soon!
<3
Sin

Top Droppers

2008-12-09T12:15:00.000-05:00

I started Entrecard a few months ago after a recommendation, and while it's not really my cup of tea, I do like to think that a few of my readers stop by from there.
I mean, a lot of my new favorite blogs were found through there, so maybe some of them like me too ^-^'.

Anyway, I thought I'd go ahead and say thank you to those Entrecard users that diligently drop on me (even if they don't stick around to read anything...).

So, these are my Top Droppers for November. Thank you very much. ^-^

WTF Do You Blog About!?
Over a Cup of BARAKO
Denver Cereal - (this is a neat serial story blog- kinda sexy ^-^)
Niko's Blog
PJ's Prose
Over Forty And Loving It - fun to read :)
Lair of the Green Knight

The Last Straw :: By Kay

2008-12-07T10:21:00.004-05:00

I think this session very much describes Kay's true ideas about BDSM, ideas that she hasn't even really realized yet. But, read on, its interesting. ~Sin

The session that occurred the night after the party...I was in a very good mood and it was a rather light session because I was on my period. It was almost relaxing in a way.

The next session was only a few days later, but my happiness had obviously had time to dissipate. My slight feelings of unease about sessions were able to return and the ease with which I'd slid into submissive mode the previous time had disappeared by this time. I can't remember how the session started, but I remember how it ended. He was going to punish me for something. I can't remember what. But he asked me if I was spanked as a child. That was his first mistake. I told him I was. He continued talking for a minute and then told me he would place me over his knee and spank my bottom.

That was his second mistake. I cried out 'No!' and he said 'No?' in a tone that questioned why on earth I would possibly be questioning my Master. That was his third mistake. (And the list keeps getting longer) I said no with a little more determination before I broke down crying and he pulled me into his arms. I didn't want to be there, but I stayed. He'd reminded me of all the things my parents had ever done wrong in a position where I was most vulnerable and then he'd threatened to repeat them. That's why I was crying. But he will never know that. We moved on. He told me to get onto the table and we engaged in some sensation play.

He told me a submissive rarely got to choose what happened to her and so when he was finished doing as he pleased, he practically ordered me to choose something. I can't really think when I'm in submissive mode, so I chose the first thing that came to mind. The leather gloves. That was my mistake. He'd manhandled me a little earlier in the session. I simultaneously liked it

and hated it. I don't know why I chose the gloves. Again, my mistake. So he manhandled me. And I

writhed on the table. I can’t remember how we ended, but we were going to start Cool Down and he sat on the table and he hugged me. And I stayed for a second, staring into space before I shot off the table, telling him I wanted to go home. I ran to get my stuff, tugging my shirt on before my face dropped into my palms and I just cried. He didn’t know what to do, but at some point he pulled me into his arms and I just cried. He checked my pulse and apparently he told me I went into shock.

I stared at the wall. I didn’t know what else to do. I felt…violated. I can’t even explain it. And I looked at my cell phone. He found it appropriate to say “Time flies when you’re having fun.” If I’d had anything left in me, I would have choked him. Instead I said no and informed

him that I’d promised my roommate the house until midnight. There was some offer made to let me go to a room upstairs and continue cooling down. I rejected it for obvious reasons. He told me there were still people upstairs, but I squared my shoulders, composed myself, told him I didn’t care, that I could act, and I marched up the stairs. He was wrong, there was no one. And so he tried to keep me talking for a bit, but I didn’t respond and I finally left. I’m surprised I made it home. My eyes were blank as I drove and I even missed a turn at some point.

He called a few days later. I didn’t answer my phone.

My roommate and I went to see him about a week later. I’d refused to go alone. And I told him my sessions either needed to be continued with a Mistress, or not at all.

So they are on pause until further notice.

Do you think a female mistress would really be that different from a man? *shrug* maybe, maybe not. She might be worse...

Play safe! ~Sin

Simple and Clean - A Poem

2008-12-06T12:50:00.003-05:00

Simple.

Like hearts joined by chains of creative romance.
Bound together with silken red ribbons.
Wrists together, pulled tight against the bed.
Back stretched, ass taut, legs spread; ready, willing.

Clean.
Like slowly dripping sweat, salty on your lips.
Tingling streaks of thin, red, stinging lines down my back.
Bodies pressed together, thrust painfully, beautifully deep.
Muscles clenching, releasing, falling

into ecstasy.

ps: I finally got an affiliate account w/ Babeland! Yay!
I <3 them, and I bet you will too ^-^

Sexy Survey From Sin

2008-12-05T10:41:00.000-05:00

One of my favorite bloggers, PhoneGirl (who has been a bit MIA recently, and sadly, is considering shutting down her page) has a survey on her site for anyone and everyone to fill out about Phone Sex and Phone Sex Callers. A while back I filled it out, and have meant to post it for a while, but kept forgetting.

So here, for your mediocre interest, is my response to PhoneGirl's Phone Sex Survey ^-^

Name: Sin Sekret

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Have you ever had phone sex? Not really, no, but I’ve had Text Sex during classes.

If no, do you want to? Sometimes.

Has a significant other ever wanted to have phone sex? No…

If not, would you do it? Probably.

Did you both cum?. Not with the texting, no

What were they into? Were you shocked, explain During “Text Sex” everything was pretty standard. I haven’t found a guy that was into anything weird. I kind of wish I did, because then I wouldn’t feel awkward about the odd things I like.

Did/do you two have phone sex often? No.

Everyone has a secret fetish, what is yours? Don’t be shy… I looove being tied up, and have recently found a fascination with being hit hard on the back. A lot of Bondage and S/M stuff really interests me. Especially the idea of being owned.

Have you ever called a phone sex service? No, but I’ve wanted to.

If never, would you ever call? What would you want to talk about? I might, but not so much to get off. I think I’d mostly call just to see what it was like. But then again, that’s what I have you for ^-^ <3

Do you think you would ever call? Maybe one day when I’ve got enough cash and curiousity.

What is your ultimate fantasy, the one you are probably nervous about admitting to yourself, think hard I think being completely owned, and I mean completely- to the point of servitude and punishment- is a fantasy that nags at me a bit. I’m not sure if I could ever do it in reality, but the fantasy is nice. It’s so interesting and appealing; giving up all that freedom and being loved and punished and cared for.

Any comments or suggestions for my site? Not so far.
I assume you’re not allowed to record your phone sessions, but maybe when you get someone especially interesting you could write little conversations up based off of what actually happened. I think that’d be cool to read.

Until Next Time,

Have fun and play safe!

<3>

Sin

Random Sexiness?

2008-12-01T10:13:00.000-05:00

On a side note, a Yoga blog posted a link to my recent post on my job as a nude model. ^^

Not much is said about it at all, but I always feel special when people link to me ^-^
And because I was kind of proud of that particular story, I thought I'd share. Because I'm a media whore...

Check it.

I'm a little swamped with work and finals this week, so I probably won't have anything good up for a while.
So, until then, here's a sexy anime chick! I love me some sexy anime chicks!! ^-^

Until next time!
Have fun and play safe!
<3
Sin

Mini Rules :: by Kay

2008-11-30T10:07:00.002-05:00

Once again I'd like to point out a few things about Kay's writing. Specifically, her need to retain control in an environment typically meant for the opposite. I think it's interesting and points out more of her more contradictory thoughts. It's a kinda neat piece though. I'm not going to say anything at the end, so don't forget to check out Kay's blog, A Life Beneath. ~Sin

My mini rule book

By Kay

I have a session from Sunday that I still need to post about, but it was only like an hour and it wasn't very interesting, so my motivation for typing it up is not very high right now. I have another session tonight so I think I may just post them together...I'm hoping this one has more juicy details than Sunday's...

At any rate, some things were running through my head and I figured I should post them here to a) get them out and b) give you all a little insight into some of the things I think about when approaching sessions.

I still have a good 9 hours before mine tonight, but it's very obviously resting heavily on my thoughts. Why wouldn't it be? And I was already considering what I wanted to wear. I realize, now, that I have a certain set of ground rules. Granted, these only work on a Master without a dress code.

1) I always try and be as dressed as I can be at any given moment without being obvious. This keeps me in some amount of control. So I never go without a bra and underwear and I always wear jeans to keep my legs completely covered for as long as possible. Shirts aren't as big of a deal. I tend to just go with whatever I feel like wearing.

2) I always wear cute or sexy underwear. It's important to be proud of every piece of clothing you are wearing, especially as your Master will more than likely see it all. I've actually found some outlets that can carry really great lingerie if you hit them at the right times. And you'd be surprised what you can find in Wal-Mart. So trust me, there is no need to spend big. (Although I would recommend owning at least one thing from Victoria's Secret...you can't beat some of the stuff you find there.) However, as a general rule I don't do thongs, as pertains to the rule above.

3) I always dress in something that makes me feel confident. This way, I can stride into his house with a purpose. And you can never go wrong with a good pair of high heels.

4) I always make sure I wash my hair thoroughly because my Master likes to twist his hands through it and I can't have it getting oily quickly. As a general rule here, I never wear my hair up so that he can do as he pleases when I get down there.

5) If you shave...anywhere...shave well. I don't care how many times you have to examine your legs to find a single stray piece of hair. Just remember a Master will be very familiar with their submissive's body and you don't want to realize too late that you missed a patch on the back of your leg.

6) Lotion is a good idea. It makes the body smooth and sleek and takes away any ashyness or unsightly spots. And as is sometimes the case with me, it can ease razor burn if you attack your leg a bit too enthusiastically.

That's all for now.

2008-11-27T10:47:00.000-05:00

Happy Turkey Day everyone!!!

I love finding sexy chick pics online ^-^

Eat lots, use condiments!
<3
Sin

Not Quite the Sex Industry, But Maybe It's A Gateway Job?

2008-11-25T23:32:00.004-05:00

Finally! A post three months in the making!!

On my search to gain new experiences (and more money), I recently took on the job of a "life model" for the art classes at the local University.

I signed up a year ago, but they'd already filled the position. Over the summer, I received an email offering me the job for this semester.
I jumped at the opportunity without even thinking about it. $12 an hour; fuck yeah!

When I did start to think about it, I realized how absolutely terrified I was. Stripping down so that a class of people I didn't know could sit there and draw me suddenly loomed over me. Because that's what I'd be doing. I couldn't sleep, and I spent the three days up until my first class so nervous I was practically shaking.

The morning of my first class, I woke up early to be there by 10:55. I had my bag packed with my crappy, fuzzy, super short robe (courtesy of my mother far too long ago), my only pair of flip-flops, and a towel (someone recommended I bring one, but I'm still not sure why). I didn't have a lunch, anything to drink, or (what I found out later I'd need) any female accessories.

So I showed up, met the teacher, changed into my teeny tiny robe, and sat around as the class filed in.
I quickly realized two things about my current state. I was A) terrified, and B) cramping. Shit. I kept thinking about my new birth control pills (I had just started my third month of Seasonale), and when I was supposed to get my period. But, as I was trying to keep my sunny I-Think-I-Can disposition, I popped some pills and kept my mind off of it.

After shakily pulling off my robe- which is, I swear, the worst part- I was feeling pretty okay. My hair was twisted up in a pencil (I think it looks best that way), my stomach was flat and lean from not getting the chance to eat yet, and I didn't have a single thing on except some dark eye makeup (also something I feel sexy in).
Shit, even thinking about it now I feel nervous.

The first day actually went really well. That class was a good one to start with because she didn't have me hold many poses for too long. I had a little incident with my period, but not a single person noticed, and the girls in class were sympathetic and completely helpful.

Time went on and, well, things just fell into a sort of normalcy.

While my current teacher tells me I take great poses naturally (models switch classes every few weeks to give students a variety of forms to draw), I felt like an idiot during most of my early attempts. Luckily, however, that first class was a Life 1 class, and so most of the poses were short and simple, sometimes even as short as 3 to 5 minutes. It helped me get used to what the students needed and the teachers wanted.

Arms and legs out, bent, or turned in different ways to create a shape, back bent, slouched, twisted, or otherwise off-kilter to create a spinal curve, and (if standing) a tilt to the hips to bring out the center of balance, add more shape to the spine, and make the body a bit more "flowy".

It wasn't until later that I started having to hold poses for longer. In my current class I take a single pose for the entire class, taking a break every 15 to 20 minutes.

I must say that over time I've gotten a whole lot more comfortable with everything. Sure, there are mornings when I feel like I'd rather get the flu than go into class, but that's the way it is with any job at some point or other.

As I said, taking off the robe is always the worst part. Those few seconds of slipping it off can feel like eternity, even when you've been with the same class for weeks. It's just nerve wracking to be exposing yourself like that. But really, once it's off, the world is a different place. You sit back, relax, and chill out.
In a way, you can even enjoy the fact that you're sitting there completely naked without these people judging you. And believe me, they're probably not judging you at all, they really do get fucking focused.

I've actually gotten kind of fond of doing this, and wish I could make it a full time job and quite my real job. Right now I can only do one class at a time (hell, they probably only have enough Life Drawing classes for me to do one at a time), but if I could do more at once, I'd never ever have money problems.

I have this sickeningly sweet, uber-christian girl at work who, when I mentioned my side job, said she didn't understand why artists had to learn to draw naked people in the first place. Perhaps its my fairly liberal and very artistic upbringing, but I thought this was a ridiculous and sad question. How could you ever expect to really be able to draw a human body (clothed or unclothed) without ever seeing what the actual form was. There's so much to see and learn. It'd be like... trying to draw a cube without putting the lines around the edge to show what it actually is. It's just an outline of something obscure and unrealistic.
My friend Sammie, who I've recently (actually, it was over a month ago) commissioned to make my new Sin Secret logo, was always very timid about nudity, and -while she's a great artist- always said she didn't need to take live model classes. But then she took one, and fuck have I been able to tell the difference. Her drawings are so much better. The form is so much more proportional, accurate, and beautiful. Even clothed characters in her sketches look so much better because she has the basic knowledge of how the form itself is constructed.

Anyway.

Below I've listed the bad things about it, but also the good things.

The Awkwardnesses:

People joking about you being naked. (this doesn't happen very often, actually. I joke about it more than anyone else)
People touching you to put down tape (to mark your position. Not that bad, really, unless they're doing your thighs or back/stomach, or your standing and they have to end up right under your crotch...>.<)
Walking by really cute guys in the hall way (or worse, people you know) while in your teeny tiny robe
Anything involving bodily fluids (sweating a lot, feeling like you're getting ...wet, etc.) Having your period is an odd situation. Apparently some girls choose to wear bathing suits, but I either don't come in (the cramps take care of that problem) or I use a tampon and tuck it in nicely. That, however, is also an awkward factor. I spent a lot of my first class worrying about whether or not anyone could see it. >.<
Once again, bodily fluids. There's nothing worse than feel like your vagina's leaking when your sitting naked on a desk with people all around you so you can't check. Especially when you're wondering when your period is supposed to start. (This must go double for guys if there's a pretty girl in the room and you're not focusing really really hard. ....eeeeww...)
Hickeys, body acne, scratch marks, and ...well... whip welts. I love feeling the sensitive areas on my back, neck, etc. after a good nights play (although it's more often scratches and welts, I don't really do hickeys, and acne's not a big issue for me), and I don't mind showing off my "battle scars" when they're accidentally exposed, but when I pull off my robe and I've got lines down my back and hickeys all over my boobs, I get a bit nervous in front of everyone.
I don't do this, but apparently there are male models that will actually hit on female students while they're sitting there naked. I may make friends with the students in my classes, but that just seems...creepy, not to mention tacky and sleazy.
Teachers forgetting about your time. My current teacher has me time myself, but in that first class, the teacher forgot about my timing, and I wasn't facing a clock, so I had no idea what time it was. It was a standing pose and by the time I got the courage to ask if I could go ahead and break, it had be almost 45 minutes and I pretty much collapsed onto the floor, legs numb, hips tingling. Don't be afraid to ask for your break. Ever.

The 5 Worst Things about Modeling:

Taking off your robe. It's terrifying having to take of your robe the first few times in front of brand new, strange- sometimes old or creepy- people. Taking off the robe is really the worst part. Once it's off, all is cool.
The bad poses. Not only am I talking about the poses that hurt and make you twitch, shift, and move all the time while your legs, arms, and ass fall asleep, but also the poses that make you (me) look like total shit. Also, some poses are really hard for the students to draw, and then everything comes out looking bad and you feel like it's your fault.
The occasional awkwardnesses. See list above.
The fact that I only get one class at a time. If I could do two or even three classes a month, instead of just one class twice a week, I could quit my actual job and still pay all my bills, just for sitting naked for a few hours a day.
The cramps! Oh my god when you're doing a single pose, your body starts to hurt so much by your second or third break. Your arms start to tingle and fall asleep, your neck stiffens up, your shoulders too, your legs start to feel heavy, numb, or hurt like fuck, and even your ass and genitals fall asleep all the damn time. Sometimes all you want is to collapse completely and just curl up into a little ball.

The 5 Best Things about Modeling:

The simplicity. I love that I'm...not really working. Sure it can be painful to pose for so long, but the way I see it, I'm building muscle mass through a sort of resistance training. And if I were in shape it wouldn't be nearly as bad, so it gives me a reason to take up Yoga.
The reliability. I get paid even if the teacher spends half the class lecturing and I barely pose. That's pretty damn cool.
Did I mention I get paid $12/hr? The fact that I make more in three hours there than I do in a full shift at work...that rocks.
The ego trip. There's always those days when you spend the entire three hours in a horribly unflattering pose that makes you look lumpy, slouched, and pissed off, but every now and then there are those days when you look oh-so sexy, slim, and adorable. Talk about walking out on Sexy Little Cloud 9. It's also very freeing, and even makes you feel better and more confident about your body no matter what you look like.
The pictures. Like above, many pictures aren't all that great, but when you get someone with a picture that makes you sing with arrogant glee, it's not taboo to ask for it. You might have to wait for the end of the semester, but more often than not they're more than happy to give it to you when they can. Come December, my apartment is going to be filled with framed drawings of naked little me.

So...is it a gateway job? Will I soon be off to nude photo shoots for porn sites, stripping at bars and, eventually, selling myself on the streets? My mother certainly seemed to think so. She tried to pay me NOT to do it.

But....*shrug* I've certainly thought about it, being as much more comfortable with my body as I've become. But still there is that very basic difference. These sessions are not, in the least, about sex. Any of those jobs would be. I'm comfortable with this, but I probably wouldn't be with any sex-based job. So no, I don't think so.

But overall, I like the job. In fact, I could almost say I love it. If I had more hours I could pay my whole rent just for sitting in one spot for 3-6 hours a couple of times a week. Until I can, however, this serves as a great side job, and I definitely plan on keeping it up until they kick me out ^-^

PS: None of the pictures posted here are of me. I have requested some of the sketches students have done, but I haven't gotten any yet because they need them for portfolios. Once I have some, I'll try to put one or two up. But, fyi, none of these are them. ^-^

Have fun and play safe!
<3
Sin

A Party (Pt 2) :: By Kay

2008-11-23T12:00:00.000-05:00

At a random break, she took my purse from me, dropping it to the floor, informing me that I was not leaving, before she kissed me again.

Over and over, biting, clawing, kissing, her teeth randomly tugging at my lower lip. My neck throbbed with each of her bites, her lips always finding the same spot on my skin, I knew I’d have a hickey and I really didn’t care.

I would like to take the time to point out that we never touched each other in blatantly sexual zones, except the couple of times clutching each other’s asses, drawing our bodies closer together. And still, I found myself moaning, panting, whimpering into her mouth.

It was around this time, after we’d already spent forever entwined in each other, that they declared it was time for the birthday girl to get her birthday whippings. Twenty-six for her age, to be delivered by the people of the party, the twenty-seventh by the master himself for growth.

The girl and I were separated at this point, finding room to stand near the table where the birthday girl was strapped. I was rather disappointed, but I preferred not to look desperate and reserved myself to stand beside the stairs near a guy who began to eye me rather openly. He ended up standing behind me and, having been a voyeur to the show upstairs and possibly a participant I never saw, began to dig his nails into my back, clawing me.

My Master tried to pass the whip around, but people were wary to take it. Some people finally took turns and by about number 16, I believe, I took mine (only with the urging of the guy now rather intent upon me) and I laid one across her thigh, the thudding sound hitting my ears. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it as she shrieked on the table, but others soon took my place and I moved back to stand by the stairs.

A different guy, the one who had mixed my drinks, came over and placed ice cubes in my hand, telling me I should make a new friend. I gazed at him for a moment as he walked back across the room, unsure exactly what I was supposed to do and I let the ice melt for a long moment before I finally turned to the guy beside me, the one that had taken an interest in me, and ran them over his neck, to which he responded by clutching my back tightly, digging his nails in.

Drink Guy came back over and continued to stock me up with ice and at some point, I called The Girl back over and ran the ice over her neck as well, watching happily as her eyes fluttered shut. Her Boy walked by and I asked him if he would like some ice and I ran the remainder over his neck, trailing my cold fingers over his skin after it melted, playing with his skin momentarily before I was snatched back by Drink Guy and the other guy again.

By this time, they had found one of those tubey popsicles…it was pressed against my skin and they played with temperature for a short amount of time. Drink Guy pressed it against a place on my back and when he removed it, the two of them instantly placed their lips there, biting down, the warmth combining with the actual bite to make it seem that much worse than it was. I must say it was one of the craziest things I’ve ever felt and their lips felt so…warm…

Another guy came into the party a little while later and they invited him to bite me…apparently everyone was allowed to take a turn if they so chose, and at this point I was really beyond caring anyway. This guy was a gentler biter, nibbling more so, but still making sure to clamp hard enough to elicit and gasp and make it feel oh so good.

If I counted correctly, five people bit me on Saturday night, although I do not remember correctly. I had definitely slipped into a certain manner of subspace by this point and my time sequence and relative awareness of events was long gone, although never to the point where I was unsafe, of that I am definitely certain. I was fully aware that I could have said no, I just found that I didn’t want to. I felt so…sexy…for the first time in a long time, and really the sexiest I had ever actually felt.

My roommate and I went home a bit later and she counted my hickeys/bite marks. There were nine. Nine markings scattered over my neck and back. And The Girl was the only one that had touched a particular spot on my neck, so I know exactly which one is hers. Yes, know, because it is still there and my neck is still sore where she bit, a long, narrow bruise running about half the length of the left side of my neck.

And my lip is still a little swollen.

Weekly Surveys Anyone?

2008-11-22T14:00:00.000-05:00

So, I'm hoping in the near future to have a series of articles interviewing sex workers. Not necessarily just prostitutes, but everyone and anyone who works in some area of sexual industries.
(While I'm on the subject, if you just happen to work in some sexual area - from street walking, professional submissive, to working in a porn shop, I'm open for everyone- please feel free to email me to be included in the series! I'd love to talk to you ^-^ sinsekret@gmail.com)

But, my main problem is that I'm really bad at interviewing. You wouldn't think so, after a year and a half of writing news. But really, I am.

So as practice, and for a bit of fun, I've decided that every week, perhaps Monday to follow the weekend Submission post, or Friday to give you the weekend to remember, I will post a short short themed sex survey for you to fill out!
Yay!
The surveys will be short questionnaires with 3-6 questions about a certain sexual theme.

Just fill it out in a comment and post it to the entry, or email it to me, or even post it on your own blog, forum, or website somewhere! (Just link back to me if you do, por favor).

I love hearing from readers, whether your just stopping by from a link, check by every week, or visit every day! It'll only take a minute so get to it!

So, to get you started, here's a sort of preview survey to get you ready!

What would you like to be called?
What is your gender?
What sex are you attracted to?
When did you lose your virginity?

I'll give you my answers if you'll send me yours!!!
~ I'm Sin!
~ Female
~ Anything sexy :)
~ Around 15 :(

See? Simple, quick, easy! And sometimes it might even be fun!

Until next time,
Have fun and play safe!
<3
Sin

Strip Baby Strip

2008-11-17T11:30:00.006-05:00

So, the Twins (Kee and Neesh) convinced me to go out last Sunday night.
A somewhat new club in town - Rain- has weekend events with male exotic dancers. Last night was Ladies Appreciation Night.
After a bit of convincing, and W calling to let me know he'd be closing at work, I decided to go see me some strippers.

We arrived at the place a bit before nine, when it was supposed to start. There was no line, and the little bunches of cars in the lot all had people sitting inside them, waiting for some sign that it was time to get started. The nervous pussies we are, we sat in our car until a line of a few people had started, but still ended up waiting outside for a good 20 minutes. Even once inside and eventually seated, the show didn't start until almost 11.
(I realized at some point when inside that I'd been there before- at the time it was called The Flying Anvil, and I was there to see Of Montreal)

When they finally started, we were all bored out of our minds, and I was way past wondering whether it was worth the $20 or not (which I ended up not having to pay anyway, thank god).

The announcer, a tall semi-dark, semi-cute guy named Sixxx Nine, was fun and worth listening to, and introduced the dancers before getting the show started, finally.

Now, on a side note, at first, all the picture's Iput up here are with white or lightly mixed race men.
The dancers that night were all black. But do you have any idea how hard it is to find a picture online of a black male stripper? I mean, outside of porn stars? Shit, I couldn't find a damn thing. For some reason, when I searched "black male exotic dancer" I found a whole lot more than with "black male stripper". Hm....

Anyway.
The first dancer was an extremely large man who wasn't particularly sexy (for fairly obvious reasons) but was fun to watch, and Kee dropped him one of my singles.

The next, was one of my favorites. I don't entirely remember his name, but I think they called him Allure, and alluring he was.
He came out in a black outfit something like a cowboy outfit torn to straps, with chains around his neck, leather thongs of fabric around his arms and legs, and, of course, a tasseled pouch holding in his... jewels.
This guy was fine.
Smooth skin and smooth moves, he slinked his way through the small crowd, and I adored it. I had to give him money.

I think it's important to mention how extraordinary it was to give out my first dollar (well, second, technically Kee gave my first). He was strutting past, slow and sexy, and slowed down near our table. I knew exactly where I wanted to put my sad, lonely dollar. Not his chest or his g-string, but one of those sexy straps around his thighs.
So I reached out my hand, sliding my fingers slowly and intentionally down the slick skin of his thigh, and slid the folded bill between this leather strip and that soft, muscular leg.
It was wonderful.
I haven't managed to get to a regular strip club yet, but I down plopping a single in the string of a hot female stripper doesn't compare to the sensuality of my first time giving a male one money.
It was hot.

After that the dances went up and down. I can honestly say that I felt they were all way too long. The dancers didn't dance to just one song, they danced to a couple mixes of songs. While I appreciated the fact that there was a limited number of dancers, they could have at least done them bit by bit, instead of all at once.

Also, the costumes, while some were really neat and hot, seemed lacking in sexuality. While some did wear full outfits that they actually stripped out of, many just came out in their g-stringed pouch and straps.

But, apart from the massive waiting time, the fact that it went on for-fucking-ever, and the little gender/race problem I have (explained lower down, if you're interested), I did have a really good time.

A few decent dancers, a couple "bleh" ones, five bucks, four or five soft kisses on my neck, cheek, and head by randomly passing and groping dancers, not to mention several sexy lap dances later, the twins and I were exhausted and ready to get the hell home.

I did love the mini private dances though. They weren't overtly vulgar or dirty (except that one guy that slapped my thigh a couple times with his ridiculously long pouched penis, asking "Have you been a bad girl?", to which I really had no idea what to say), and were actually really sensual.
One of the first ones to touch us came up behind the three of us, rubbing and grinding against our backs, one at a time, while sliding his hands up our backs.

My favorite, if I remember right, started behind me and worked his way forward. Grinding against my back before coming around to my front, pulling my hips forward, his hands around my waist, and grinding against my crotch. It wasn't too bad, and I couldn't help but pulse a little in time, my hands awkwardly behind my back so I wouldn't touch him. He whispered in my ear, something about me being so sexy (which, if it had any merit, was probably because my blouse was buttoned really low), and I believe he kissed my neck softly.

The best part was his hands sliding up and down my legs and stomach, and finally groping my boob, soft and gentle, but firm. I practically cried out. I was glad to slide a dollar where ever I could.

I think I was completely unprepared for the eroticism I felt. Being with W for so long, and not having any real sort of contact with any other man, I was overwhelmed by the sensuality and desire I felt through most of the night.

Yes, I was turned on. Yes, I enjoyed it. Yes, W was a bit weird about it when I got home, but the way I explained it, me being turned on happens rarely enough as it is. If I can get turned on at all, I should be able to appreciate and enjoy it. I mean, shit, he watches porn, and that turns him on, but I don't mind.
The way I see it, desire is amazing, and any time we can feel it, as long as our actions are still ... pur? loyal?, we should be able to acknowledge each others desires and enjoy them when and where we can get them. No cheating required (or allowed).

Here's a bit of Race/Gender theory, maybe a bit boring, your welcome to skim or skip:
I've never been to an everyday male strip club, so I don't have anything to compare this group to, but I definitely saw a lack of acceptance for the role of a stripper. That probably sounds a bit chauvinistic for a feminist sex writer, but let me explain.

I do think that the role of a stripper is objectifying, I do. But in the context of the job, I don't see that as a problem.
The job of a stripper is to become an object of desire. This should go for male and female strippers. Your job isn't to do things, it is to make the audience feel like they can do things to you. While you obviously play the dominant role (i.e. the audience isn't allowed to touch you), you are meant to create the illusion of the bottom. Something the audience can use.
This group fulfilled that now and again, but not nearly as well or often as they should've. It far far more often that the dancers would take a girl onstage and get them (more or less push them) to do things like sucking a dildo against his crotch (making it look, to the audience, like she was actually licking his penis), or sucking a banana, and even pulling them up by their hair or thrusting against them hard enough to make their bodies bounce.
The flips and dives they did with the girls were amazing, but these much more vulgar acts would have been entertaining if they'd just been part of a concensual show, but just weren't sexy for women. At least not for me.
They were much more like what a female stripper would do for a guy she pulled on stage; licking a banana near his crotch or pretending to blow him.
To me, a stripper making an audience member to do something to him hisn't sexy, its switching the roles and objectifying the girl he's brought up, switching the sexual power play, and making the whole idea... moot and unsexy.

I could write pages and pages about the gender and race implications that were involved in all of that, but since it'd be no fun, I think I'll save it for my WGS thesis ^-^'

So, that was my first experience with a strip show; Ladies Night at a club with male exotic dancers. Fun, a bit slow, but overall interesting and worth...the freeness. I would've been pissed if I had to wait that long for a $20 show.

But really, thank you to Kee and Neesh for dragging me along, and yes, maybe I will go back with you some time ^-^

Until next time,
Have fun and play safe!
<3
Sin

A Party (Pt 1) :: By Kay

2008-11-16T12:32:00.002-05:00

Yet another uber long post by Kay. It's much more positive than the last, and a bit more fun too ^-^ Will have the second part up next week. Kay writes too damned much.

~Sin

"Oh Look! Balloons! It Really Is A Party"
My first large BDSM gathering...
By Kay

Saturday was a birthday party for a fellow submissive, the huggy, happy one I mentioned in the prior post. She studies under a different Master, but she has regular playdates with my Master and so he hosted her birthday. And of course that meant the basement was used.

My roommate and I got there probably about an hour into it or so and people still had not really made it into the basement, which, to be perfectly honest, was fine by me.

There was a rather awkward moment when I came across two old friends of mine from a couple years back that I hadn’t spoken to in a while. It turned out they were there merely because they were close friends of hers in the geek community, but were not into the BDSM scene, which is fine and dandy by me, for if they had stuck around for later activities I do believe I would not have had as much fun. As it was, it was slightly awkward with them there anyways while I discussed things with my Master that I would really have preferred they did not hear, but of which I was not going to deter myself from speaking.

A girl that I had a slight crush on showed up a little while later, but she had a boy with her that she was treating as a boyfriend (even now, I have no idea what their relationship is). I found myself rather disappointed as I had my heart set on flirting with her. There were so many couples present that I began to find myself overwhelmed and I set out to get plastered. So I mentioned to a friend (and a few other people that were around and listening) that I would like to drink, but that I did not wish to take any of the hard stuff unmixed. And so a rather nice guy mixed me up a really great drink which I found myself rather content with for the time being.

I chatted with a few more people and when I finished the drink, I made a point to declare that I could still see properly and so they guy inquired as to whether or not I was referring to my empty glass. He refilled it, this time making the alcohol content rather higher in proportion to the mix and I can safely say that after that one I could not see properly at all. Yes, I am a lightweight. Make fun all you want, but it is my theory that it is a rather good thing because it takes less money to get me drunk and on a college budget, that’s great. Besides, if I pace myself, I find I can hold alcohol rather nicely…it’s when I chug that I have issues.

And so I was happily drunk, flirting with anyone and everyone.

And then came the point in time when I decided I wanted to snuggle with a girl so I found my roommate’s sister and was prepared to hug her, but against my wishes, my Master found the girl I was flirting with and brought her to me. He has issues with boundaries. I pulled him aside and asked what he said to her and he declared that he told her I wished to “sex her.” I wanted to hit him.

But regardless, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me with so much force and thus began the most insane, most erotic night.

People don’t really believe me, but I sobered up rather quickly and soon our hands were all over each other, pulling our bodies closer together. Mind you, there was still a room full of people but no one cared and that kind of behavior is rather expected at these parties. At least at my Master’s house. People are kinky. It’s great.

So we stood kissing for a bit, some people watching us. I was totally not caring at this point because my god she was a good kisser and her lips knew just what I wanted. Limited tongue, and surprisingly, close-mouthed. It was intense. She kissed me with so much force some of the time that she bent me back in the process, keeping our lips together.

If we ever really pulled apart for a certain extended time, my Master would come over and do something that forced our bodies, our lips back together again. At one point dug his nails into our backs, causing us to arch into each other.

At some point, the topic of biting came up and she asked if I liked it. I, of course, said yes and she bit down on my neck, pulling at the skin, sucking on it, teasing it between her teeth. I whimpered softly, no longer caring who heard. I’ve only ever been nibbled before. This was a whole new thing, fulfilling so many of my vampire fantasies in one go.

She pulled back momentarily, rather proud of herself I think and each time she went back to bite, she made sure to focus on the same spot, increasing the intensity of each bite and the rush it sent through me. At some point, the boy came over and she asked him if he wished to have a side of my neck, which he readily accepted and the two bit down on my neck at the same time. His bite was gentler than hers. I believe he was probably not sure about biting me hard since he barely knew me. But either way, it felt harder when it was coupled with hers.

And so that is how the boy joined in the fun and he played with each of us in turn. At one point, he made out with her and I proceeded to nibble on her neck, flicking my tongue over her skin, acting out things I’d never dreamed I’d actually be able to do.

At some point, we made our way to the couch and sat for a bit, my leg over her lap. She caressed it gently and we sat and socialized for a while with other people who were rather friendlier towards us after our little show.

But it wasn’t long before the socializing idea rather died and she motioned for me to straddle her and we again made out, our bodies grinding together. The boy spoke up from beside us at some break in the making out and said that we were hot. I found that rather amusing.

I find it so easy to lose track of the sequence of events at this place and at some point my roommate decided we should go. So I rose to go but I only made it so far as to get my purse before the girl was giving me a kiss goodbye and we were making out again, better, more intense than before. Her hands were clawing at my back and at some point, the boy’s were too. And I do believe a couple other people may have joined. I didn’t know whose hands were on my back and I didn’t care. The only pair I cared about was hers and they were clutching me tighter, digging into my skin.

to be continued...

What Your Heart Tells You to Do?

2008-11-14T23:05:00.004-05:00

Because this needs to be seen.

Thank you to Sugarbutch for posting it, and giving me the chance to see such a passionate, wonderful speech.

All you need is love.
<3
Sin

A New (mini) Toy Review!

2008-11-13T22:25:00.001-05:00

I realized the other day that I haven't put up a toy review in a really friggin long time.
Now, if you've noticed, I have still been doing them. I mean, I'm up to double digits on EF as far as reviews go, but I haven't been posting them here. (I also noticed, fyi, that I haven't done a position of the week in months, so I'm hoping to do another of those soon, so stay tuned.)

So, I decided to go ahead and put up a little mini review for my most recent toy.

EVOLved's Diamond Princess

This is a very basic, fairly average toy by the company EVOLved (which I've never heard of before, but I like it's name).

The presentation is nice, pretty hard-rock-ish with a black, red, and silver tin case and the toy nestled in black and red foam.
The toy itself is black with little crystal rhinestones circling the bottom.

Buzz-wise, the thing doesn't get all that wonderful. It'd be good for someone who's not used to vibrators, or someone with a very sensitive clit.
It is, by the way mostly for clitoral situation. Insertion is okay, but its really slim, so unless your nice and sensitive, it might not do too much for you.
Anally, of course, it's a no-no. It doesn't have any sort of piece on the end to keep it from sliding in and staying there. Not a good idea.

Anyway.
The main idea of the review is that the toy is cute, pretty, and okay, but not anything all that great. It's not that strong, and doesn't have anything particularly unique that sets it apart from the many other mediocre vibrators.

So; "nice, but nothing special".

You can read my full review here: Diamond Princess - Traditional vibrators | Review by Sin Secret

Until next time!
Have fun and play safe!
<3 Sin

Mindless Rambling and Email :: By Kay

2008-11-09T12:00:00.003-05:00

I think it's very important to see how Kay's attitudes towards her sessions and master have changed over the past few entries, and in upcoming ones too. I think it says a lot about the way people look at BDSM and, in a way, idealize it without really realizing what it means for different people and whether or not its actually something you want or just a passing (or even shock-value) interest you have. Not that I've mentioned that to Kay, but I don't think she even reads my site any more >.<
~Sin

Another Email from the Master and some mindless ramblings...

By Kay

K-
I have five relatively easy tasks for you.
1. Find one girl that you find attractive. Think about the things that makes you most attracted to her.
2. Think about how you would describe "submissiveness" or "submission" to someone who has no knowledge of it. I would recommend writing it down because I am going to ask you how you see submission.
3. I want you to think about the thing that makes you the most happy about being a submissive. What need does it fill? How does it fill that need? How does it make you feel?
4. Read the explanation of goals here: http://bestslavetraining.com/Goals.htm and think of a goal for yourself.
5. Think up your name. If you can't think of one, I will get Jewels to give you one. She's inventive like that. If you would like more input on your name, I would recommend talking with her first, so that the two of you can come up with one together that you both like.
I will see you at noon on Sunday. I have a meeting at 3pm, so if you want a longer session, we could postpone until 4pm and then go late.
Thank you,

M-----

*************

We WERE supposed to have a session last Saturday, but I started my period...and since he's a fan of nudity, well, you know.

Is it just me or does the whole nudity part make you question his motives? I mean we have set down before that we don't plan to have sex....ever...I just don't understand the importance of complete nudity. Granted, I have found myself more comfortable with my own body since we began this, but at the same time, there were other ways for me to go about gaining that confidence...if I felt like it. I don't know...

I'm ashamed of my collar, the one I bought to wear everywhere. I wore it twice. And then after a while I just began to feel like a dog and it was degrading. If I find someone that actually wants to collar me, then I might wear it, but as of right now, I just feel weird wearing it. Or looking at it.

And as for the email above, the fact that he makes me think SO MUCH about FEELINGS makes me feel like I'm in a regular therapy session. I already have a therapist. I don't need another one. A therapist, I might add, that I haven't even figured out how to tell about all this stuff. If the session posts weren't so graphic, I believe I would just bring them in to her. But I think I would end up forcing my therapist to get a therapist herself. Ah well...

The joys of being a person that is beyond messed up...

See what I mean? Anyway, check out Kay's blog at A Life Beneath, and stop by next Sunday to see if she shapes up, or continues her negative emotions..
Have fun and play safe!
~Sin

My First Movie Review: "Zack and Miri"

2008-11-06T12:40:00.001-05:00

For my very first movie review, I'm very glad to have the new Kevin Smith movie; Zack and Miri Make a Porno.

W. introduced me to Kevin Smith not long after we started dating. For those who don't recognize the name, Smith is the writer/creator of the infamous movies Clerks, Clerks II, Mallrats, Chasing Amy, and Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, as well as the wonderful movies Dogma and Jersey Girl (can you tell they're my favorites?). We definitely love Kevin Smith, and Zack and Miri didn't hamper that adoration.

First, lets talk about who's in it.
The main stars are Seth Rogan (made famous by Superbad, Knocked-Up, and The 40-yr-old Virgin) and Elizabeth Banks (previously in The 40-yr-Virgin, Spider-man, and the upcoming movie Role Models). I'm not that big on Rogan, but I do think Banks is pretty hot, and it's not the first time we've seen her in his movies.
With them (the porno cast) was Jason Mewes (previously the infamous Jay of Jay and Silent Bob), Jeff Anderson (from the Clerks movies), and Craig Robinson (from Daddy's Little Girls, Pineapple Express, and a small part in Knocked Up) among some other sexy bodies.

Also popping up in the film is Justin Long, and a delightfully surprising Brandon Routh (Clark Kent from Superman Returns).

I was, however, dissapointed that Smith himself didn't show up at any point for a cameo, but I didn't really expect it anyway.

The basic premise is that Zack and Miri - best friends since childhood- are living together and desperate for money. While escaping their heatless apartment at a local bar, Zack comes up with the idea to create a porno to make some money. After some debating and deciding, they set out to find a cast and crew, and try to make a porno.
They quickly come into trouble with money, locations, and who-does-what-when. Not to mention the obvious and unavoidable romantic troubles between Zack and Miri.

When it came to sex, this movie was chock full of it. Kevin Smith movies have always been steeped in sexual innuendos and jokes, but I was fairly surprised (although I shouldn't have been) at the amount of blatant sex. At the first shot of nudity (a full female frontal), I was shocked and delighted, probably thinking something along the lines of "Yay, there are boobs in the movie!!"
And boobs there were.

I'm ecstatic that there was no attempt to lower the rating of this movie to reach a bigger audience, or cut down on the nudity and blatant sex. I mean, you can't make a movie about making a porno without actually showing the making of the porno. So hurray for you, Kevin Smith, for not pussy-ing out on the much-needed nudity.

W and I agree that there were a lot of places where you could see Seth Rogen's influence on the film. I'm not too fond of him myself (I like Knocked-Up, but can't get into his others), but I think the movie came out great.

I can't think of any real problems with it right off the bat. It uses a lot of the type of movie style Kevin Smith is famous for (specifically, a movie that revolves around people and conversations), and I really like that.

Overall I think they did great job with the storyline. It starts simply, has a single main story, and even uses some autobiographical events based on Smith's work in the movie biz. I was slightly disappointed with the ending, and if you see it you'll probably see why (if not, you're welcome to ask, but I write no spoilers >.<), but I did enjoy it anyway.

It was a really fun movie and I definitely recommend it.

(Speaking of Porn, why not stop by and get some? ^-^)

"I Don't Know If I Hate Him Enough to Wake Up This Early"

2008-11-04T09:02:00.003-05:00

So here I am, November 4th, at 8:30 in the morning, ready to go vote. UUUUGGGHHH. I'm totally not happy about it.
Idiot me worked through most of the Early Voting sessions, so I have to wake up early, wait in line, and then march my ass to class, then to work. I hate full days >.< I've already made my stance on the election clear, but I won't go into that again. Isn't it weird how so many people (more-so companies) are being so careful about this election? Everyone's afraid they'll get in trouble for making it look like they promote one candidate or another. Anyway. I've already stated my views so I won't do it again here. Just remember, if I can wait two hours in line (which I'll probably end up doing) to vote for who's gonna fuck up our country next, so can you. So get your ass out there and vote for somebody, anybody!

Happy voting

<3
Sin

Edit:: Actually, I was in and out of voting within 15 minutes. And on the way home, I was serenaded by a guy with a guitar playing "Something" by the Beatles.
I had a good morning ^-^

My Into to Double Submission :: By Kay

2008-11-02T11:01:00.009-05:00

Finally! A Kay piece! It doesn't look like these will be continuing for too much longer, so enjoy while you can!

~Sin

My Double Sub
By Kay

Wednesday’s session was extremely out of the ordinary.

I’d asked him before about double submissive scenes, expressing a great interest in doing some if he would allow it. He told me I needed to learn the basics first, but once I had a grasp on those, he would definitely bring someone in.

He called me up around ten and asked if I still wished to play. He informed me that there was currently a group gathered at his house, but if I wished to play I could still head over. So my roommate and I went down there and there was indeed a rather large group gathered. I met another one of his submissives, a really sweet girl full of lots of energy and hugs.

I got hugs from a few more people, people I’d met the night I had my first session but hadn’t seen since. They’re amazing people really. Once you’re in, you’re in for life. Again though, this is just the people I’ve met, most of whom are college students just trying to find a place in the world.

We chatted casually for a bit before deciding to head to the dungeon, at which point he informed me that another girl there wished to nibble on a girl and he inquired as to whether or not I was up for that. You can bet your ass I was.

Until we got down to the dungeon.

She was quick to enter subspace so he sat her on a bench at the back while he worked me towards it.

Again I was finding it immensely difficult. He had me down in the first/submissive position and just as I was about to slip into subspace, just as he was calming me, guess what he says? “Undress.”

You know that part where you’re not supposed to look at your Master? That went out the window in about two seconds. My head snapped up so fast and I just stared at him, eyes wide, mouth open. I’m sure I looked like a deer in the headlights.

This got me a stern “Why are you looking at me?”

I believe at this point all I managed to do was blink.

“You’re still looking at me.”

I blinked again before I finally shot up from the floor, grabbing his arm, I said something along the lines of “Um, can we talk?” And I led him to the far end of the dungeon and I believe I just blinked at him some more.

He gazed into my eyes and somehow he calmed me down, telling me that everything would be okay. I think I was still so close to the edge of subspace that he was able to easily get me into it and he finally told me that he would have her undress with me so I wasn’t doing it alone. For some odd reason, I was okay with that.

So needless to say, we undressed, handing our clothes to our Master. He realized that I was still not in subspace and he thus set about helping me to enter it. He allowed me to pick any manner of flogger/whip that I wished to play with and he had me bend over the table, setting fifteen strokes on my back, rather gentler than he normally would, as I was not in subspace and it would have hurt immensely if he’d used his usual force.

I finally managed to slip into subspace and the two of us were then informed that we would be suspended together. WOW. Just WOW.

He told us, then, that we were allowed to make-out, but only if he was whipping one of us. If he stopped, we had to stop, otherwise we would be punished.

He walked around us, swishing the whip menacingly before he laid it on us. A few strokes on one, a few strokes on the other. Man, she’s a really good kisser.

Our bodies pressed harder together as we arched into each other, away from the pain. The more intense the pain, the more our bodies pressed together and the harder it was to make-out.

At some point, he told us that we were now allowed to make out whenever we wished so it pretty much became make-out time when we weren’t whipped because we were panting too heavily whenever the whip fell on us to really do much of anything.

On one of his rounds around our bodies, I accidentally looked at him. Normally, I am very good about not looking at him, but for some odd reason it was hard this time. I think it may have had something to do with the fact that I had boobs pressed in my face and I wasn’t too keen on staring am them the whole time. So I looked to the side just as he happened to walk by. I didn’t even mean to look at him. I didn’t even want to. I just didn’t want to look at boobs.

Regardless, he stepped behind me, pulling my hair aside, murmuring in my ear. He told me that while he could not punish me for looking at him earlier because we had not discussed some things, I’d looked at him just now.

And he stated that he would give me twenty-five flogs for it. He started with nine, but my hands were beginning to feel numb so I cried out and told him as much. He adjusted them, adding a length of chain to the hook so I had more to hold on to and a little bit more leeway.

He then began his rounds around us again, stating that in his dungeon, we were to share punishments equally, so for looking at him, my sister (When speaking to one of us, he referred to the other as our ‘sister submissive’ or ‘sister.’) would also receive her twenty-five. I immediately proclaimed that he should not punish her for what I did and that I would take her share. I couldn’t even begin to tell you why I blurted that, but I did. No joke. He asked, then, if it meant that I would take fifty. I told him yes, but then after a brief pause, I stated that I would take her punishment, but only if she wished it. He asked her if she would take her share and she said yes. So I was let off the hook. Thank God.

Well he seemed to forget (thought probably not on accident) that I had already received nine, and thus he started on me again. He did the same crisscross motion that he has done during previous lessons, meaning four times the impacts. He gave me ten strokes, then moved around and gave her ten. I don’t quite remember how he laid the rest of the strokes, but I do know that at some point, he was beside us, whipping us both at the same time.

When he finished that again, I realized my hands were once again going numb and instead of fixing it, he decided to end our suspension time. He unhooked my arms and I nearly felt like I was going to fall off the tire. I’m terrified of heights so even though it was only a foot off the ground, I started hyperventilating.

He grabbed me from behind and held me, telling me I was safe, that he wouldn’t let me fall. He told me to wrap my arms around my sister’s waist and then he proceeded to let go, at which point I freaked out again. He unhooked one of her arms so that she was able to hold me and she kissed my head and whispered that it was going to be okay.

He unhooked her other arm and she wrapped it around me, continuing to whisper as he unhooked our legs. He lifted me off of the tire and set me on the ground where I regained my balance and calmed.

I was surprised to find myself very…wet (for lack of a better, more pristine term) as I stood in the middle of the floor, waiting for instruction.

And this is where things got super fun. It was time for sensation play! My favorite!

I asked him how he wished me to lay on the table and he told me to choose. I said I wished to lay on my stomach as I rather like things being done to my back, at which point he informed me that if I laid on my back, he would allow my sister to play with my nipples. So I lay on my back.

He brought out the blindfold, the one that blocks out any manner of light and keeps your eyes shut. After it was secured, he then informed me that he was proud of me today and that he would now allow me to be collared. He also said that because he was so proud of me, I would be allowed to wear the collar whenever I entered his dungeon. I love that damn collar.

It’s like a regular dog collar, only heavier and when I’m in subspace, the clasp feels so cold against my skin. It’s amazing.

At this point he pulled out various implements, allowing my sister to use some as well. There were moments in time when I was unable to tell who was doing what. The only very obvious one was when he used the leather gloves, manhandling my body.

And he was definitely using the satin scarf because she would definitely not have wrapped it over my mouth the way he did. I don’t know why I find it so erotic to be unable to speak, to have my moans muffled.

At some point, he gave her permission to begin teasing my nipples and she leaned down, suckling on them gently, grazing her teeth over them.

He asked me if I liked watching a girl orgasm and I told him very truthfully that I didn’t know, as I had never seen it (I’ve only ever had one serious girlfriend and the sex was, well, bland.). He then asked if I wished to watch it and for reasons I don’t even know, I said “I guess.”

He left to set up the Sybian, the giant vibrator that I believe he said is somewhere around 18 horsepower. I know it was in the teens.

My sister was allowed to continue playing with me and let me tell you, she’s damn good at using some of those implements. I believe at this point, the only one she used was the tiny hammer with the five pins in the head.

And the most erotic part? It got to the point where my breaths became dependent on the hammer’s contact with my skin. I let out a quiet pant each time it fell, becoming still as soon as it lifted. And these were nothing more than quick taps each.

When he finished setting it up, he gave her instructions as to how she was to sit on it. As they weren’t directed at me, I was barely paying attention. What I do know is that he put her on the one that’s mean specifically for stimulating the clit.

I was to position myself on my knees behind her, doing what I could to help her orgasm as she rode the Sybian (It literally is riding. It’s a large hump on the ground that you straddle and then it vibrates with you on it. It’s really freaky.). Basically this consisted of sitting behind her, planting kisses on her back, my arms wrapped around her torso, my hands playing with her nipples.

I can safely tell you that I was out of subspace by this point and frankly I was feeling nothing whatsoever. I don’t think my Master realized I was no longer in subspace, but he should realize that any talk of orgasm or sexual activity immediately snaps me out of it. My mind has some sort of trigger words or something, little mental red flags that tell me I need to be on my guard, something highly impossible if still in subspace.

So the thought of being naked, pressed against her, no longer turned me on because in the real world (a.k.a. outside subspace) this girl just doesn’t turn me on. It’s nothing against her, it’s just a fact of life. And I’m actually almost positive I don’t turn her on either. Which begs the question why I agreed to this in the first place?

For some odd reason, I was compelled to allow this activity to continue. She was still in subspace and I mean I decided to just play along. It wouldn’t really have been fair to her to cut it short. Though I’m not so sure it was fair to continue in such a disinterested manner either.

So she rode it to orgasm (Although he would not allow her to orgasm until she asked him and if she merely said ‘please’ he promised that he would shut the machine off and not let her orgasm at all.). Then I was told to move around the front and the process was repeated.

The third time, he told me I was to determine when she was allowed to orgasm and she had to look me in the eyes while she did. Let me just say that it was VERY hard not to look at HIM at this point. I thought this was rather ridiculous, but I played along, although not for very long. I made her wait like a minute before I let her orgasm, stating merely “Cum for me” in a hushed voice as she rode it out.

And then I held her and kissed her when she finished. It just seemed appropriate.

Don't forget, for full, unedited posts, stop by Kay's blog; A Life Beneath. Until next time, have fun and play safe! <3

~Sin

Advice for the Pre-Orgasmic

2008-11-01T10:00:00.001-04:00

Problems with orgasms is one of the most frequent sexual problems in women. I've been there (and am there), and know how much it sucks. So here's an advice piece I hope some of you can find some use and help in.

Help!
so, i have a girlfriend who is a virgin. and every time we are intimate, i always get her to the brink of orgasming, however, she doesnt know how to let go of her self. she says that she feels like she has to pee quite often, and she gets really wet down there, and she pants, moans etc...all the signs of her almost having an orgasm...but she doesnt know how to let go of her self.

we've been together for about 8 months now, and active for about 6 months now, and i've only been able to give her 3 orgasms, and once was while our session ended, she hit an orgasm while she was peeing...:S and the other time i was just kissing her, and not even near her vagina...so a fluke on my end?

i'm guessing that she has to pee, or pretend she has to in order to orgasm, but i dont know. and shes a bit more clueless about her body than i am. she wouldnt dare masturbate to explore her self, so i dont know...

so my question is primarily for women, what do you(you as in you personally) have to do in order to climax? sure, clear your mind, relax, breath deep, enjoy the feeling...then what?

and she also complains about cramps afterwards, and according to my research, women getting cramps afterwards being intimate(and without an orgasm) is the female version of 'blue-ball'. and in the long run, can end up dangerous due to leading to cervical cancer and other weird things...

so, anyone..help? please? i really want my girlfriend to orgasm, but i dont know what to do...and sex isnt really an option for me.

Hi there.
I spent a long time not being able to orgasm, and I've worked really hard to get where I am now, and I still can't do it often. Definitely try what has been recommended. Communication and fantasies are very important to bring out a persons sexuality. But beyond that, here's what I'd recommend, as far as what I've learned.

First off, let her know it would be okay to pee. Not pleasant, of course, unless you're into that, but acceptable. Now, it might not actually be urine, because some women do actually ejaculate. I'm one of them, and it's only occasionally urine, but that does happen sometime.. I'm not going to tell you it's not pee, because you guys would know best, but be aware that it might not always be. But either way, make sure she knows it's okay to let it out. The sensation that comes with orgasming can make you feel like your going to piss all over the place, and it keeps you from letting your muscles release, which might be one of her problems. Just because she feels like she will doesn't mean she's going to, and vice-versa. Urine's sterile anyway, and it's not impossible to clean up, so if nothing else, lay down a towel or plastic mat/sheet, and tell her to go for it (as long as it's not your mouth down there ^^').

Second, have her look up Kegel stretches. It's a type of exercise for the muscles around the vagina. Doing them daily increases your vaginal strength and sometimes your ability to orgasm. Plus I've found, quite recently, that when I'm working towards an orgasm, a few well placed (or one continuous) Kegel squeeze can bring it all together and push me over the edge. So it might be worth her giving it a try. It just takes practice.

Third, how about trying some hardware?
I tend to recommend long term couples with orgasmic problems to look for a toy to help them get where they're going. Something small and gentle, and probably made for the clitoris, since a lot of first time orgasms come from there. Try shopping together at your local adult novelty store such as Adam & Eve, Priscillas, etc (if you're over 18 and can get in). Or check out online stores like EdenFantasys.com Also, condom company Durex has come out with some simple (sometimes disposable) vibrators that you can occasionally get in the condom/"family planning" aisle of stores like Wal-Mart and drug stores.
Toys aren't a must, but a good, simple vibrator might help push things over the edge and out of the frustrated zone.

But you should also remember that it is (supposedly) rare for young females to really be able to orgasm before certain ages. I spent years trying to get myself to orgasm, and it took a long time to get vibrators to work (and be comfortable for me), and only recently have I managed to orgasm more easily (still only with a vibrator, and in the right position). But make sure she knows that there's more than likely nothing wrong with her, it just takes time, communication, and a bit of work and patience.

Another thing you can try, is some reading material. Have her check out books like The Elusive Orgasm, The Orgasm Bible (the "O Loop" detailed here worked especially well for me a couple times), the Good Orgasm Guide, or even How to Have an Orgasm . . . As Often As You Want, and see if it helps her out.

That's all for now, but no, as far as I know, female "blue balls" doesn't cause any type of cancer or future problems. If it did, I'd be pretty fucked. I used to cramp up all the time after foreplay, thanks to my own problems. I will look into it more though, and get back to you if i find anything saying otherwise.

Good luck and Play Safe!
<3
~Sin

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

2008-10-31T10:49:00.003-04:00

Hey everyone! I just got done posting an Advice piece, but then I realized what I'd forgotten all morning; it's Halloween!!!

So, instead I'm going to put up the advice piece tomorrow, and just let you chill out and have a great Halloween! ^-^

Have fun tonight!
Send me pictures!

<3
~Little Red Sin

And The Winners Are....

2008-10-26T23:38:00.011-04:00

Early this month (or maybe it was last) I called upon readers to send me some super sexy Post-It Notes! Now they're in, the votes have been counted, and we're ready to declare a winner! (Or two...)

Before I reveal them, let me explain how prizes will go. There will be a 1st, 2nd, and 3rd winner from each category (Popular vote and My faves), and the 1st place winners from each will be our main 1st Prize winners. The 2nd Place winners from each will get 2nd Prize, and the 3rd place winners get a great big pat on the back and an honorable mention, and maybe some sex candy if they so wish it. ^-^. I only have so much money...
I will also, FYI, include who wrote what post it, just so we're all finally on the same page.

If you didn't get to read them, stop by the Sexy Post-It Contest Entries back there and check them out!

Popular Vote!

1st Place: Entry 6~ MPD by ...Jenny D
2nd Place: Entry 2~ Finally Alone by ...RK. Marie
3rd Place: Entry 3~ Senseless by ...Kay

My Favorites!

1st Place: Entry 8~ Fingertips by ...PhoneGirl
2nd Place: Entry 3~ Senseless by ...Kay
3rd Place: Entry 4~ Remember by ...W.G.

That means...

1st Prize goes to ~~
Jenny D. and
Phone Girl!
2nd Prize goes to ~~
RK Marie and
Kay!
And a big wonderful hug goes to W.G. for his super sweet and sexy one that I <3

So, winners. Please choose one of the available prizes below in your placement, and email me with your choice, preferences, and address. ^-^

I know, a bit run down and dull this time around, but it's my first contest, so I expect to be a bit lacking... ^-^'''

First Prize:
Choice of:
A best-selling book of erotica of my choosing (but negotiable. I mean, I'm not going to send you a book you already have or would never read.)

~~or~~
A mini sex kit
(i.e.: BDSM kit might contain handcuffs, blindfold, warming oil, Basic kit might contain condoms, flavored lubricant, mini-vibrator, Massage kit might contain mini bottles of massage oil, candles, or oils, ETC. Kit type would depend on the content of your entry, or simply your preference.)

Second Prize:
A small book of erotica (once again, of my choosing but negotiable.)
~~or~~

A bag of sex-inspired candies. (You know those penis candy necklaces and boob lollipops? Yeah, a bunch of those.)

Until next time! Thanks for playing! Have fun and play safe!!
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I Lied.

2008-10-26T11:01:00.006-04:00

Sorry, I lied. I went out of town Friday night and didn't have time to post up the winners. I WILL, however, do it tonight. I pprrrrroooomissseeee. No lies. Promise Promise.

In the meantime, how about some light reading from Kushiel's Justice? Check it out...

"Shame." I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Shame is a spice, my lord," Mignon said softly. "Why have you come
here if you do not understand this?"
"Because," I said, "Alyssum starts with an 'A'."
"Then I will have to show you."
It was not, I think, the way assignations usually went in Alyssum
House; or mayhap it was common. I do not know. Mignon sat on my lap and stroked my face, her fingers quivering. She rained soft kisses on me, her breath quickening, and pressed herself against me. Her body trembled in truth, and yet she radiated heat and the tips of her rounded breasts were taut with desire as they rubbed against my chest. She whispered in my ear, telling me in a broken voice all the things she wished me to do to her, until I groaned aloud.
I understood.
~Jacqueline Carey
Kushiel's Legacy, Book 5

Disappearededed

2008-10-24T10:05:00.000-04:00

Okay, so, the past two weeks have come and gone without a single peep from me.
Sooorrrryyyy >.<
I got really busy and lazy (the two tend to go together), and just couldn't get myself to sit down and actually write something.
But hey, it's not like any of you missed me any way :-P

While normally I'd give you a little list of what's coming up soon, I think I'll skip that because I never ever really follow it. Something gets in the way.

Instead, I'll just tell you that the winners of the Post-it contest will be up tonight.
I'd go ahead and put them here, but I think they deserve their own post.
Let me go ahead and say thank you to everyone who submitted one, they were all awesome and I lovzes you all.

So, until this afternoon.

~Sin

An Email From My Master :: By Kay

2008-10-13T14:08:00.007-04:00

Hey all! I really hope Mondays don't become the new Sunday when it comes to Sub-B-Kay (my cute little nickname for the series ^-^). I've just been really busy with work, and Kay doesn't bother to do this stuff herself. I don't think she really cares about us that much *sob*. Anyway. Hopefully I'll have something new up by Wednesday. Until then, don't forget to VOTE!! ~Sin

An E-mail From My Master
Part 5 of the series Submission By Kay

Kay --

So when you are doing positions, the goal is to be thinking about what you are displaying. The general concept of the position doesn't change: Knees at least shoulder width apart, straight back, and hands either at the small of the back or behind the head with the exception of presenting your ass.

Standing at attention:
Feet shoulder width apart
Hands behind your head
Eyes forward and head held high

Presentation of Submission:
Kneeling with knees shoulder width apart
Hands behind your head
head down

Presentation of Mouth:
Kneeling with knees shoulder width apart
Hands behind your head
Mouth wide open with tongue out
Head up

Presentation of Breasts
Kneeling with knees shoulder width apart
Hands behind your back
Chest pushed forward and up
head down

Presentation of Ass:
Kneeling with knees shoulder width apart
Hands with fingers laced together just in front of you on the ground
Forehead on top of hands

Presentation of Crotch:
Lying down, face up
Hands behind your head
knees spread almost touching the ground
feet flat against on another
back arched a little pushing your breasts forward

These are your Positions. I will only ever ask you to remember the number of the submission position (your first position).

Assignments: (a few extra since you're going a full week)
Submissives should feel attractive all the time. One day this week, your choice of which day. You will go the entire day without panties. You should also wear something conservative. This should be something that make you look a little reserved. Think about how this relates to your inner submissive in public. Remember how you wanted to shout to the word that you were kinky? You are sexy and kinky while presenting a strong powerful independent female outside of the dungeon.

Remember at least 2 things you should be punished for this week. I also would like you to choose something that you feel guilty about. Something that has made you feel guilty every time you think about it. This will be for your third punishment.

Your submissive name. You should have a name that you are proud of. This should be a name that I can call you to let you know that you are in the scene. It can also become a pen name if you write about your submission.

Watching. watch both of the training of O videos on your own time. I will ask you what you did, and didn't like about them. I will try to have the day 5 videos of those two girls next Saturday so you can see that they actually progressed.

Exploring yourself. You should be trying to regularly explore your vagina. I talked with a few other masters (not using your name of course) and I've placed an order for a toy that I believe will assist you. It's very small and doesn't touch you above the ankles, but it's supposed to assist you with orgasm.

Things that turn you on. You will think of your three biggest turn ons. What are the three things (in or out of the dungeon) that make you instantly wet.

Your Schedule or next week as of now:
Greeting
Positions
Shibari
Flogging
Cupping
Spanking
Sensation play
Flogging
Orgasm investigation
decompression

This is what you have to look forward to.
Your loving dominant,
M----

Don't forget to come by next Sunday (or maybe Monday) to see if Kay succeeded at finishing all her homework! And what happened if she didn't ;) Or head by her full, unedited blog; A Life Beneath.
Play safe!
~Sin

Voting Time!

2008-10-09T23:21:00.009-04:00

This is a few days late, but I have to put it up tonight because I work 25 hours this weekend, and have a "Personality Profile" to interview people for and write by Monday (*rolls eyes*) so I wanted to get this up.

Here are the entries for the Sexy Post-it Contest!!! Yay!!! Come on, cheer.
Pick your favorite, and if you'd like you can leave a comment stating your second favorite. (If the poll doesn't work, you're welcome to simply state your favorites in a comment or email it to me. It's all good.) You've got about a week.

If you entered a submission, voting for yourself is most definitely not allowed; it wouldn't be fair at all. And everyone only gets ONE vote, but can state a second favorite. The Poll is on the bottom, don't forget it. ^-^'

Good Luck!!

Entry 1 - A Good Lover

Entry 3 - Senseless

Entry 2 - Finally Alone

Entry 5 - Special

Entry 4 - Remember

Entry 6 - MPD

Entry 8 - Fingertips

Entry 7 - Better

Entry - Good Time Doll

Now Vote!!!

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Collar Me :: By Kay

2008-10-06T16:17:00.002-04:00

Sorry this is late guys. Worked all day every day this weekend, so was too exhausted to do anything online other than space out. Anyway. Here's a short little piece by Kay, to give you a break from all her crazy long posts. Tomorrow I'll have up my second aphrodisiac post, Wednesday I'll post all the Post-It submissions for you to vote on, and by next monday we'll have a winner. Enjoy! <3>

Collar
by Kay

I bought a collar yesterday. At PetSmart. I know that's not very official or anything, but I needed one I could afford and I can wear it with anything. I didn't know if I was allowed to wear it, or if I had to officially wait for my Master to collar me.

I believe if he had given me the collar himself, it would be wise to wait to wear it until he officially put it on me. As I purchased it with my own money, for my own comfort and for my own reasons, I believe that it is okay for me to wear it. I will, however, remove it before I enter his dungeon next session. I think wearing it down there would be a bit presumptuous to say the least. Plus, I really don't know if I am allowed to wear it down there...like ever.

At any rate, I was slightly wary about getting a collar without a significant other. I mean I feel a significant other should be the one to collar you. But then I realized I could go through a million different collars and there would be no comfort or familiarity in any of them because they'd most likely be temporary.

So I have decided to have my permanent collar, and people will add the charms to it. I figure I'll give them about a month into the relationship to add their charm to it. I believe a month is long enough for them to figure out if they plan to spend a significantly longer amount of time with me. If they can't, well then I believe a month would be a good time for us to part ways. I know, I know, they may not be into the whole claiming thing, but the basic idea is very similar to wearing someone's charm on your charm bracelet, except with the tags, they can personalize the inscription and I can essentially wear their name around my neck. Or whatever it is that they decide to put on a tag.

Oh and by the way, I will definitely be keeping the tags even after a breakup. Totally awesome souvenir if you ask me and a good way to remember relationships with some manner of decent memories.

Come back next Sunday for Kay's next piece; an e-mail from her Master. Or stop by her full, un-edited blog at A Life Beneath.

Related Articles in the Submission By Kay series: Beginning a Journey, My First Lesson, The Session Pt 1 & Part 2

Strawberry Sheets Forever

2008-10-01T18:45:00.008-04:00

Currently Reading: Kushiel's Scion (Kushiel's Legacy)

Currently Watching: Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Aphrodisiac #1; Strawberries!!!!

For the first day of my aphrodisiac experiment, I decided to start with something simple; Strawberries.

I love fruit. So so so much. So starting with strawberries was my way of slipping into the tests easily. It helps that Harris Teeter was having a sale.

I didn't feel like finding something intricate was necessary for these, so I decided to go with what we had. Strawberries, Whipped Cream, and a bottle of Champagne. No need to complicate things, right?

We started the night with the champagne and strawberries, with a ring of whipped cream around the bowl. While watching House (oh, yeah, so sexy), we drank glass after glass of champagne and indulged in the strawberries (most of the champagne went to me, and most of the strawberries went to him).

After getting slightly tipsy, I pushed him into the bedroom. I must say I was pretty ready for action, but it's very likely that was all thanks to too much champagne. It was probably a bad idea to have them both at the same time.

Either way, I was definitely in the mood. The mixed flavors of sweet strawberries and bitter alcohol in my mouth made some things easier to do, and the champagne made my head spin and release my inhibition.

The following is a (erotic) account of how the night went: (read at your own discretion)

Three glasses later I pushed Coal up against the couch where he was sitting. We both stumbled, grasping each other to keep from falling over. I hadn't realized how long it had been since I'd had a decent amount to drink, and my mind spun as I pushed my lips against him.
For a moment I was afraid I'd be too rough, pushed into clumsiness by the champagne. I wasn't looking for drunken sex.

But it didn't go badly. I kissed him again and fell to my hands and knees. Walking didn't seem like a good idea, so I crawl slowly towards the bedroom. Coal followed, crawling behind me into the bedroom. I got to the bed, collapsing onto it, my head spinning.
"Oh no you don't" Coal said roughly, most of his clothes already off "Back on the floor". Mine came off easily as he pushed me against the carpet.
He was too dry to enter me from behind, so he slid his fingers in instead, it didn't work enough so he sat up, looking around for a lubricant. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I didn't feel like waiting.

"You need more practice" I said quietly, turning around and slipping the tip of his penis into my mouth.
"What are you...oh god" He moaned, surprised but completely willing.
I didn't stay for long, just swirled my tongue around him and pulled back. Normally I'd cringe at the taste, but all I could taste was the leftover burn of champagne.
I turned back around, leaning on my elbows and lifting my ass, presenting myself once more.
He slid in more easily then, filling me slowly, then moving to thrust, deep and sure.

He lasted so long, all on his own, my body tingled with the pounding sensations. After a few more labored moans, he moved to the bed, grabbing a condom and slipping it on before pushing me onto the bed entering me. He took by breasts into his mouth, one by one, his tongue sliding against my skin while he continued to thrust into my body.

He pushed harder, in small bursts of speed that made my breath catch in my throat, moans escaping my mouth desperately. When he slowed again, he left me gasping for air, only for a few moments before he'd speed up again. I couldn't keep up with the thrust, but reveled in the sensations until finally his voice rose, his body shuddering in tight spasms gradually, thrusting lazily until he was spent.

We lay for a while, our breathing quick and deep, grasping each other from across the bed where we had collapsed separately. Once we had caught our breath, Coal lifted himself out of the bed, cleaning himself off and coming back to where I lay on the bed, this time with our brand new pink whip in hand. I had moved up on the bed by then, back exposed to the air, my hair strewn across the pillows.

Afterwards W tried out our new Pinkline Leather Whip from EF. There's a further account of it at my review for it here, but simply said, I enjoyed it.

I can't say that the strawberries worked at actually turning me on, and W can be turned on by anything, so he wasn't very useful as a subject.
I can say, however, that I was a little more willing than usual, and W lasted longer than he has in a long time.

All together, I definitely enjoyed our Strawberry excursion. I can't say the strawberries worked as far as aphrodisiac properties go, but it was definitely fun to try them out.

As for a recipe for the evening, here's how it went:

One case of perfect strawberries, rinsed
On small can of Whipped Cream
One bottle of Champagne (or maybe wine)
One movie of your choice (perhaps a high-budget porn?)

Arrange the strawberries on a platter or bowl, and spray the whipped cream around the edge of the plate, ready for the berries. Make sure you save some of both, in case you want to use it for more intimate activities later on.

Set a mood and watch or listen to something that makes you both feel relaxed and sexy. Eat up, drink up, and have some fun.

Our next experiment will hopefully be a little more in depth and helpful, but for now at least this was fun. For us at least ^-^'

Have fun and play safe!!!
~Sin

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Don't forget! The Sexy Post-It contest ends this Saturday, so make sure to read the rules HERE and send your post-it my way ASAP! ^-^

The Second Session Part 2 :: By Kay

2008-09-28T23:20:00.003-04:00

Don't forget to read Part 1!

He pulled out various things and this is where my memory goes slightly fuzzy. I do know that the first thing he used was a small bundle of wooden rods, running the ends along my skin, the rough, sandpaper-y feel itching just slightly. He ran the smooth, rounded sides over my waist, my stomach, before lifting it and slapping it down gently over my skin, the smoothness combining now with a slight stinging sensation. He slapped it across my breasts, my crotch, causing my body to jerk slightly, causing me to shiver. He pulled out a few other things, the order of which I do not remember. I do know that he used a long piece of satin that, as soon as he pulled it out, the first thing he did was wrap it around my face, smothering me momentarily, surprising me, before dragging it down, tugging it gently around my neck before trailing it down along the rest of my body. There was another implement, a small hammer-type thing that had five delicate pins in it. He tapped it along my skin. There is really no way to describe that. I mean, it was sharp, pointy things hitting my body repeatedly. I’m sure he could have hit harder, but I believe it was more about the actual feel of cool metal and the gentle sting, and not an intense pain, focusing more on the sensual experience. If you tap a needle over your skin, you won’t really feel the same thing. Actually you’ll feel more of what I felt the first day he tried it on me as he introduced me to the various objects. It’s pretty much nothing. However, after being whipped and having all manner of other things of your body, it begins to have a bit of a…kick…to it, if you will.

And then the frontal flogging.

It began. He started full force. At least I believe he did. It sure felt like it. And at twenty-five, or around there, he again began the double flogging. I do know that by about fifteen, my voice was barely audible, my lips barely able to form words as I cried steadily, my body writhing beneath the whip. A part of me wanted to cry out the safe-word. But I knew it wasn’t because the pain was unbearable. The pain was fine, it was the disappointment, the humiliation that came with being punished, naked and throbbing on a table as I had to count each stroke, knowing when it would end, yet still feeling like there were an infinite amount of strokes to come. He promised that he would always give a number, believing it unfair, the pain too much for the submissive to handle if she didn’t know the number, the feeling of infinity multiplied considerably.

By the time he finished I was sobbing nearly uncontrollably, my body shaking against the restraints. He lay on me, embracing me, comforting me before he removed the blindfold, allowing me to wipe my nose, my eyes, helping me calm down.

It took a moment, but I soon relaxed, feeling almost like a child as he released me from the table. He removed my cuffs, asking me if I wished to try to achieve orgasm this session. I told him that I did wish it and I was allowed to stand from the table and make my way to the giant vibrator that they have. I honestly don’t remember its name and I am not sure I really want to as the thing was rather frightening in many respects of the word and I believe its name would only serve to give me nightmares. He had attachments for it, internal and external. While the external merely vibrated, the internal ones rotated around so as to press into the g-spot, the beloved and nearly unidentifiable part of the female anatomy. This vibrator is so powerful, mind you that it is measured in horsepower. It is a giant lump of a thing that you straddle. And if the Master is in an extremely devious mood, it is something that you can be bound to, unable to wriggle from the vibrating sensation pulsating against your clit. *shivers*

I have mentioned before that while in subspace, you are only supposed to think of the here and now, the past and the future do not exist. But I found that as I walked towards the vibrator, naked and shivering, subspace began to disappear, thought returned almost as quickly as it had left and I found myself terrified of it, terrified of the sensations, the feelings that the damn thing could cause to rise up in me and before I knew it I was sobbing. And my Master clutched me to him and I cried, telling him I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t make thought disappear when it came to this, that I couldn’t explain why but I was suddenly entering the realm of thought and no matter how much he held me, no matter how much he reassured me, the moments without thought were only temporary, the calm moments lasting shorter and shorter spans of time. And he could tell when I was thinking again because my body would go rigid and I would just be a girl, standing naked in his arms.

And I hated it. And I hated myself. And I tried to explain to him that I wasn’t strong enough to sit on that vibrator, to have him watch me orgasm. It was too weird, too mortifying a concept and I wasn’t strong enough to handle it. And he explained to me that he was there to help me bear burdens, to be strong enough for me when I couldn’t be strong enough on my own. But I just couldn’t bring myself to face that vibrator and it sounds so silly and so stupid, but I mean I have reservations about using handheld vibrators, so with something a thousand times that size, you can pretty much guess that my inhibitions were increased drastically, were brought up in intensity.

I feel this calls for a bit of honesty on my part. I have masturbated very few times. I do not enjoy it. In fact the concept of touching myself rather frightens me for reasons I cannot even begin to explain and to be perfectly honest I would rather have someone else’s hands on me or none at all than to have to pleasure myself. I have used the small ‘bullet’ vibrator that I own on two separate occasions. I have never been brought to climax, by myself or anyone else, so you can see my fears about climbing on a giant vibrator in front of my Master and trying for God knows how long to achieve something I don’t even know if I am physically capable of.

He wanted me to get on the thing, to just try, to push myself over that limit, but I couldn’t. And that is when he came to the conclusion that I had let my sexuality, my ability to orgasm, become a hard limit.

You can see the problem with orgasms being a hard limit. By a rule, he should really not be forcing it, but I am sure you see the necessity to force the issue. He said that he could whip me again, press me back into subspace to make the transition easier, but it was too late and I found myself murmuring ‘No’ over and over again into his chest as tears ran down my cheeks and he decided it was time to call the session quits.

And so we entered the Cool Down time. He asked if I wished to add orgasming to the list of things to work on in his dungeon and I told him I was not comfortable with that idea. So my homework is to become more familiar with my anatomy, to figure out where and how I like to be touched and to try and find the few things that turn me on the quickest, the things that make me wet with little or no thought. I told him I would almost be willing to go through life without ever orgasming, just sitting with a dull ache and a slight moisture and absorbing what little pleasure I could from that without ever doing anything about it. For his dungeon however, the inability to orgasm is not something that is generally accepted.

He is giving me a week to work on it. If after the week, I need more time, he will grant me one more week, after which time, we will begin work on things in the dungeon to get me to that point.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I was predicting a blissfully ignorant life of fake orgasms and I was perfectly content to survive that way. Sex has never been a huge thing for me. While I love and appreciate nudity, lying naked in a lover’s arms, the sexual act has never been of importance to me. Maybe it is because some part of me is terrified to orgasm, maybe it is because of the few times I was sexually abused by people I cared about. I don’t really know. I know people who were raped and didn’t lose their sexuality. I find I just may be a very nonsexual being. I’ve seen it on television. It seems a perfectly acceptable lifestyle to me but to the rest of the world, it is some manner of blasphemy.

I started this venture thinking that this side of me was associated with my sexuality, would reveal to me why I hadn’t been able to orgasm under normal circumstances. Now I believe this side of me still isn’t connected with my sexuality and I still haven’t found the side of me that is.

At any rate, the basement suddenly felt extremely cold as I came out of my zone and I realized that I had a point when I could tell if I was in or out of subspace.

In subspace, the room was my dungeon, an infinite room of all manner of devices to bring me pain and pleasure, things I wouldn’t imagine in my wildest dreams. Out of subspace, it is nothing more than a dingy basement with a table and some shelves and a few nifty looking implements that, under normal circumstances, I would pick up and play with for the hell of it because they just look FUN.

Stop by next Sunday for a (much shorter, I promise) piece on Kay's situation with collars. Til then, don't forget to stop by her blog for full, unedited posts, and much more at A Life Beneath.

Giving You Something Sweet to Suck On: An Experiment

2008-09-24T14:56:00.002-04:00

I love food. Really, I do.
And we all know I love sex.
(Even though sometimes I tend to love food more than sex...)

So, today, lets talk about food, and lets talk about sex.
Let's talk about aphrodisiacs.

An aphrodisiac is any food, drink, herb, or whatever digestible item you please, that is said to boost the libido or "get you in the mood".

Let start with a quick list. These are the most popular.

Asparagus
Oysters
Avocado
Chocolate
Pomegranate
Sweet Potato
Chili Powder/Cayenne Pepper
Basil Bananas
Figs
Garlic (woot!)
Strawberries

**Educational Note: The supposedly super sexifying liquid called "Spanish Fly" is not a good thing to go for. The store bought kind you get is really just chili powder and sugar water. Actual Spanish Fly is a mixture made from a certain kind of ground up beetle, and it is LETHAL. The idea behind it was once that these beetles released a kind of toxin that, when urinated later on, irritated the urethra, sometimes causing a tingling sensation or stimulation in the surrounding area. But this shit is deadly, so don't waste your money on the crap at the store, and don't waste your health on the real shit.**

Now, it's been debated back and forth whether or not aphrodisiac foods actually work, so instead of telling you they do, I decided to conduct an experiment.

Let's try them out.

It's obvious that just downing a shitload of mashed sweet potatoes isn't going to make me feel like a sex goddess, so lets take them a few of them one by one and see what we can do.

Twice a week over the next two weeks (starting next week) I'm going to head to the store and grab one of these foods. That day I'll take it home, find a recipe for it, set a sexy mood around the house, and see if eating a meal focused on that food gets me a little more in the mood than usual.
In my post I'll explain the food, it's tastes and uses, along with the recipes I used, and how the night went afterward.

Sound boring? Not for me. :-D And I'll do my best to make it worth your while.

Like the idea of mixing dinner with pleasure? Then tune in later on in mid-october for a post focused on just that! "Eating In While Eating Out" (entitled by Bell), is my next food-based project, so make sure to come back next month!

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Don't forget to send me you're Sexy Post-Its! Read the rules HERE and send them to me ASAP at SinSekret at Gmail dot Com for you're chance to win some nifty prizes!!

Here's another one of the awesome entries I've gotten! (I decided to keep them anonymous, for when voting time comes along.)

Keep 'em coming!!!

The Second Session Part 1 :: By Kay

2008-09-21T10:52:00.010-04:00

Part 3 of Submission By Kay

The strap of my bag pressed against my over-sensitized chest is a delicious reminder of the events that occurred in the dungeon.

Let me just say, from the start, I was terrified. But he didn’t punish me for not remembering my lessons because he did not specifically give me the assignment of remembering my positions. For that understanding, I was very grateful.

Of course I don’t remember the exact conversation, because as soon as I step into that dungeon, I begin to head off into subspace, but this is the gist of it:

“You’re uncomfortable being naked, correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

"Then we’re going to get you naked.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

Of course I was shaking. I went with the easiest things first, the things he had already seen off, my shirt and my bra. I folded them neatly and handed them to him. My jeans went next, a part that was rather easier than I thought it would be. But as I clutched the elastic of my underwear, my hands were practically shaking. And still I took them off and handed them over.

A new position came up: Standing at attention, hands clasped on elbows, head up, eyes staring straight ahead, feet shoulder width apart.

The first lesson of the day: Rope Bondage. He used multiple pieces of rope, the first to tie my arms securely behind my back, my hands clutching my elbows. No matter how hard I wiggled, I was unable to move. Next, a rope around my breasts, squeezing them tightly, partially blocking circulation, just enough to make them more sensitive, not enough to cut off circulation entirely and make them numb. I’m not quite sure how many ropes there were total, I just know that the rope also crossed over my stomach and tied around my neck. And finally, one ran between my legs, pressing against my clit, riding into my ass like a thong. I’m not quite a fan of things dealing with my ass and well, stuff being in it, but since the rope was completely between my legs, I found it surprisingly erotic.

All the pieces of rope were connected together in some intricate pattern so that if I moved any part of my body with a rope around it, it would tug on the rest of the ropes, causing them to tug at whatever zones they were attached to. So basically, I couldn’t move. However, my Master could tug on a piece of rope and instantly cause my head to arch back as the rope rode up between my legs.

And so, all tied up, I now had to get back in the submissive position. Let me just say it was very difficult as it required a lot of maneuvering and thus a lot of things riding up where the sun don’t shine. And every rope definitely tugged at the places it was supposed to tug.

He whipped me slightly with the horse-hair whip, nothing more than a gentle stinging really and one I rather enjoyed.

He introduced me to gags, the pacifier, the ring gag, and the ball gag each of which I will explain as they are used. The first was the pacifier, a small rubbery thing that really did look like a giant pacifier. It strapped into my mouth and I was able to roll my tongue around it or bite down on it as I pleased. It wasn’t very long, maybe an inch or two, but it was rather wide, my mouth open rather largely around it. It was rather fun to suck on, but then again I do have a pretty bad oral fixation.

It was then that he introduced me to the Violet Wand (named because of the giant violet light bulb at the end), a.k.a. shock play. He started out on a low setting, the feeling nothing more than static electricity, you know that fun tickly sensation, the kind I got a huge kick out of as a kid. The wand is not supposed to touch the skin. If it does, you hear nothing but a very loud buzzing, and you get no shock whatsoever, neither of which is very fun. He switched the attachment to a five-pronged thing that looked rather like a rake except, well, stubbier and glowing bright orange (I have never seen a glowing rake. If you have, send me a picture!). It had the same concept as the large bulb, except that it was able to hit a wider radius and well, five separate spots at once. That one gave me a pretty row of five circular marks but they faded in less than a day. The attachment was then switched to something called The Bell. He explained to me that it wasn’t very bell-shaped but the sparks that it made could very well appear to be a bell. This he said, was specifically made for the breasts and of course he paid very much attention to them.

He finished after the brief introductions to the various settings and attachments over various parts of my body and had me stand up. As I was so extremely tied up that I could not stand easily, he helped me up. And guess which rope he chose to tug. He yanked at the rope secured around my waist, tugging rather firmly on the one positioned between my legs, so my neck arched back as I rose from the ground, my eyes clenching shut before I had to spread my legs and stand at attention once again. It was now time for the fun of rope bondage to come to an end. The first he untied was, of course, the one between my legs. Apparently it is always the last tied on and the first removed so that you spend the least amount of time with the most pleasurable part of the experience.

I loved the feel of the rope running over my skin. It was almost like fingers caressing it, except not as soft or as gentle. I would have expected it to give me, well, rope burn, but it didn’t. It felt surprisingly silky, in fact.

He got a kick out of the fact that I enjoyed the removal as much as the wearing of the rope.

Then came another form of bondage, suspension. He taught me how to put on my own handcuffs. A good submissive should always know how to cuff herself. This way, the Master can work on the ankle cuffs at the same time and it cuts down on the time spent cuffing. He does, however, have to be the one to choose where to finally set the strap so that it is neither too tight or too loose. It is an art to get it just right. Too tight and it could cut off circulation, too loose and you can move. It also has to have just enough leeway so that when you are hooked to something and it tightens a little more, it does not tighten to the point that it does actually begin to cut off circulation.

Next was the introduction to the actual area where I would be suspended. He has a giant tire in the middle of the room with hooks around the outside to attach the ankles to. From the ceiling there hung more hooks which the handcuffs would be connected to. I had to straddle the tire, my feet spread about as far as they could go to stretch across the entire thing. My hands were connected to the ceiling. I was certainly not tall enough to reach from the tire to the ceiling so he attached bars to the hooks to close the distance. Apparently short people can consider themselves lucky. While being whipped, average or tall people can only clamp their hands around the ceiling hooks, which are rather hard to really latch on to. Short people can wrap our hands around the bars and cling on tight.

He told me to think of something I felt bad for, something I should be punished for from the past week. I thought hard, but I couldn’t really think of anything, so I mentioned the fact that I hadn’t bought the books for my classes yet. He asked how many classes. I told him five and instantly he started adding numbers together. Five classes=five strokes. Say two books for each class, multiply two by five=ten strokes. I let down five teachers=five strokes. I let myself down five times=five strokes. Add them all together=twenty-five strokes. My body felt like the wind should have been knocked out of me, but it wasn’t, strangely enough. I feel that if I hadn’t been in subspace, it may have been, but because I was in that zone, the pain level was completely different, as were the bodily reactions. I felt myself already beginning to cry, but strangely not because it hurt. I mean it did hurt. It hurt like a bitch. But that’s not why I was crying. I couldn’t even begin to understand why I was crying. I just was. With the next five, he introduced a new form of whipping, using two whips that hit a total of four times, as he crisscrossed them over my body. However, each set of four only counts as one hit. Hooooly Shit. Two hits fall together and right after, the other two hits fall. It takes a very skilled master and very even whips to get them to fall at the exact same time.

By the end I was sobbing, my body wanting to collapse, but unable to as I remained strung from the ceiling. My Master wrapped his arms around me and told me not to be afraid of tears in his dungeon and he unhooked me and allowed me to cry until I calmed down and he led me to the table for the next round of training.

This part was my favorite, as in fact, he had predicted it would be. I am a huge fan of sensation play, i.e. my obsession with knife play and wax play- subforms of sensation play. Sensation play is just like it sounds, working with how various things feel against the skin, not necessarily painful. He blindfolded me, stating that it would be best not to know what is coming next, to only know the material through the feel of it along my skin. I was cuffed to the table,

this time laying on my back, my head positioned so that I would be staring at the ceiling if the blindfold

weren’t there.

My Master put on his leather gloves, running his hands up and down my body, squeezing my breasts, pressing his palm against my crotch, never touching the actual clit, merely putting pressure on it. A part of me felt embarrassed because I was already starting to feel wet and the more he played, the wetter I got and with my legs spread, I’m certain he could tell.

To be continued...

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Two Wonderful Entries and A Cute Giggle

2008-09-19T20:34:00.006-04:00

[20:32] Sin: so, you sent the pics to the wrong email address, but haven't bothered to resend it to the right address?

[20:32] Kay: nuh-uh
[20:32] Kay: thats the address you gave tardo
[20:32] Sin: sinsekret@gmail.com?
[20:32] Kay: i think so...i just copied and pasted from your blog
[20:32] Sin: well it's not there
[20:33] Kay: ugh
[20:33] Sin: oh
[20:33] Sin: never mind
[20:33] Sin: hahahahahahahaha
[20:33] Sin: you're spam
[20:35] Sin:
[20:35] Kay: haha
[20:35] Kay: wow
[20:36] Sin: spam spam spam
[20:36] Sin:
[20:36] Kay: shut up XD
[20:37] Sin: I always knew you were trash...
[20:37] Kay: you are such a whore XD
[20:37] Sin: >.< Just a random and odd conversation between Kay and I. And two of the wonderful Post-it submissions ^-^ The first, up at the top, is from my wonderful reader, D Man, and the second is from lovely Kay herself.

I'm being lazy again, and I'm sorry, but please don't forget to stop by Sunday for Kay's guest post, and don't forget to send me your Post-Its!!!

Some Sexy Post-Its Contest!!!

2008-09-15T14:22:00.006-04:00

Note Contest Details

Okay. I'm a little nervous, I've never done a contest before. But here goes.

Idea: I'm looking for Sexy "Post-it" notes.
Use a Note Generator (like this one, or this one), a Sharpie marker and post-it, a camera, or photo shop to write a simple, sexy, sentence on a Post-It Note. It can be cute, sexy, erotic, witty, funny, dirty, whatever! It can be true or fiction, and could even include a little image!
It can be as long as you want, technically, as long as it fits on one post-it.

Yet another example from me over here, so you get a taste of what I mean.

I've already gotten three submissions, and I hope to get lots lots more before the week is up.

Rules:
*No more than two entries per person.
* Send all submissions to me at SinSekret@gmail.com
*Make sure to include the following information
- Name (doesn't have to be your real name, but I need to call you something)
- E-mail address ( or however i can contact you)
- Permission for me to use your image on Sin's Secret posts, etc.
- Any requests from you (If you'd like me to keep your name or submission off of the site and out of the interwebs eyes, let me know)

Entries must be in by Saturday, September 27th. That's a lot of time, so I expect to get lots of entries!

Judging:
I haven't yet decided on how entries will be judged. I'm thinking I'll post up all the entries in a post, have readers vote on which they like the best, and if it's my favorite as well, it'll get first place. If it's not, the most popular entry will get second place, and my personal favorite will get first.
If anyone prefers it a different way, let me know.

Prizes:
I'm still debating a prize. I don't know how so many sex bloggers manage to get sex toy companies to give them prizes to send out, but if anyone else knows, let me in on the secret!
Either way, this is what I'm thinking I'll go out and get and send out (but I'm open to suggestions):

First Prize:
Choice of:
A best-selling book of erotica (being that this is a writing based contest, i thought it seemed fitting)
~~or~~
A mini sex kit (i.e.: BDSM kit might contain handcuffs, blindfold, warming oil, Basic kit might contain condoms, flavored lubricant, mini-vibrator, Massage kit might contain mini bottles of massage oil, candles, or oils, ETC. Kit type would depend on the content of your entry.)
Second Prize:
A small book of erotica
~~or~~
A bag of sex-inspired candies. (You know those penis candy necklaces and boob lollipops? Yeah, a bunch of those.)

Prizes will eventually have to be sent by mail, so be prepared to send me a mailing address (only if you win).

Prizes are up for debate and ideas. Let me know if you have any better suggestions.

That's all for now! Start sending those Post-Its and let me know if you have any questions!!!

<3
~Sin