tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10768266046892655242024-03-05T17:51:49.273-05:00Sex with Ida VirginIda Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-65813808156337891882012-11-09T14:42:00.001-05:002012-11-09T14:42:14.617-05:00Oh, Hello!Sometime between then and now, my links have been wiped from the sidebar. I think I may have had a background, too, but I can't remember.<br />
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You probably thought that this blog was completely abandoned, didn't you?<br />
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A perfectly logical assumption that I made myself (and I'm the Writer!) but I find that I can't quite give it up, even after all this time.<br />
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However, I may be moving. I've a new penname - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_pop_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Salilabelle%20McLeod&search-alias=digital-text" target="_blank">Salilabelle McLeod</a> - and a few books on Amazon and I'd like to merge the two identities :-)<br />
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Anyway, heads up that a few changes are coming this way, with new content! Also, my latest ebook will be free next Monday through Thursday (November 12-15). It's called '<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bare-Soul-Bated-Breath-ebook/dp/B00A3YATNG/sageandchoc0c-20" target="_blank">Bare My Soul with Bated Breath Volume One : Love</a>' and is a compilation of poemical thoughts that have entered my head through the years. I'd love it if you bought it, of course, but in this day and age, freebies are certainly great, so don't miss it while it doesn't cost you a cent!Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-67848413193717073362012-02-08T18:38:00.005-05:002012-02-08T22:34:33.766-05:00Til Sated Contentment<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKvwASV-iDJOS3iDclucX9V7BkcYCAympUw9rth99Izv5WMUCCUBIUTyuUmp3j2YzmlSpYOZ6A7QdChXZuIyepoDoTWolvpjAQzZ4C0pVy1DeL2hqLC25YvGf65FwOkY5jHZzG2FZqR1g/s1600/coupling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKvwASV-iDJOS3iDclucX9V7BkcYCAympUw9rth99Izv5WMUCCUBIUTyuUmp3j2YzmlSpYOZ6A7QdChXZuIyepoDoTWolvpjAQzZ4C0pVy1DeL2hqLC25YvGf65FwOkY5jHZzG2FZqR1g/s400/coupling.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">You’ve told me before that you’re the kinky one. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I don’t think so. I need it more than you do. Need to be overcome. To be tamed on a daily basis. Need to drop my shell of quiet submission, or to enhance it – variably, of course – and to be your pet.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">You know it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s been only days since you’ve spanked me, holding my demons at bay for a little while, but weeks since our last bedroom romp – and further still for something beyond the vanilla.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I’m yearning. Aching. Hungering. Thirsting.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Chafing. Stomping at the bit. Pulling at my proverbial leash.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My concentration has long since been shot. My irritability often barely held in check – I’ve got it under strict orders not to peek out. I’m so close to begging, but that would be…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A tidal wave of more frustration. I couldn’t bear to be sweetly turned away. And – I’m like all women. I don’t like to ask for something that should be so obvious. If I ask, it is somehow less than.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But you know this. You know what your girl needs and beckon me to partake.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The room is dark but sensual. The glow from the candlelight makes me sigh internally with relief – bodies – my body – looks better in their faint and warm glow. Their honeyed scent swirls around me and I inhale deeply. Mmm. It’s the fulfillment of my romantic fantasy. You’ve turned the bed down as well – the covers neatly folded back at the end, with the best pillows gracing the top. I blush.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">You’ve led me by my hands and now you speak. “You may strip. Then – on the bed. Hands and knees. You’re not to speak, you hear? You may moan and whine and make all sorts of noises, but no speaking.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I comply, shaking my head in my understanding. You move behind me. The blindfold is loose, but snug enough, when you finish tying it. Your hands ghost along my body – searching my back, the sides of my breasts, the rounded curve of the stomach I fret over, my ass. You chuckle at my whimpers and purrs, then strike without warning. Aahh – a spanking. I smile slightly before the next smack hits and then you rain them down – six on each side. I can almost feel the chuckles you hold back at my whimpers.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">They were firm, but not too hard, and when you’re finished, you caress my flesh slowly for a moment before ordering me again. “Turn over.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When I’m in position, you tie my hands to each other. The fabric is smooth and I shiver as one end brushes against my arm as you weave them over and around my wrists. It must be the black scarf. I do love it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When they’re secure, you brush both hands along my chest, traveling up to my arms until you position them above my head. “Don’t move them,” you warn me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Then my legs. You push them apart roughly, but your touch is gentle as you tie each one to the rope you’ve strung through the bars of the headboard until I’m well and truly spread for your pleasure.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Beautiful,” you moan, and I smile.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">You kiss me – starting with my lips. Hungry kisses as our tongues meld and explore, but I whimper as your mouth wanders elsewhere. I keen as you lick the shell of my ear, and whisper in it, “I’m going to make you beg, kitten. You are mine. I’m going to kiss every inch of your gorgeous body, and then I’m going to lick your pretty pussy until you hurt to come – and only then will you ask me. Then, when you’re sated and fulfilled, I’m going to do it all over again before I drive my cock home and make you scream.” You tap my nipple idly, rolling it between your fingers. “Who do you belong to, pet?” you ask. “You may answer.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“You, Sir,” I whimper breathlessly.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“And I’m not going to let you forget it, my pretty little slut,” you say, and I whimper.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And then that’s what you do. You make your way down my body slowly, carefully, caressing my skin with your fingertips and tracing patterns with your tongue. You roll your tongue around each nipple, biting them and sucking harshly before applying the nipple cups that I both love and loathe. I must make a face; you chuckle and tap me lightly on the nose.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">By the time you make your way to my pussy, I’m panting. “Remember,” you warn me harshly. “You don’t come without my permission.” You haven’t yet given me leave to speak except to beg; I whine my permission.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">With my legs spread wide, it’s easy for you to dive straight in, and I let out a short scream as the first lick pulls from bottom to top – just the way I like it. You’re slow and methodical; cupping your hands, under me, you pull up my ass to bring me further to your face.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Those lips. That tongue. I’m wailing and moaning and whining and whimpering as you suck one lip into your mouth, and then the other, and then back to those slow, possessive licks from bottom to top, delving into my pussy and nibbling sweetly at my clit.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s too much. It’s too much and I beg, words spilling from lips in a tidal wave. “Please Sir, please let me come. I need – I need to come Sir please let me!” I shudder and stutter over my words, forcing them out with need but barely coherent.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I can feel your chuckle against my flesh before you finally answer me, nearly muffled by my own body, “Come for me, slut!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And I do. Deeply and screamingly and with a final heaving sigh and I must look like the cat who got the cream because this time you laugh robustly and pull the suction off my nipples without warning.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Don’t think I’m done with you so soon, pet,” you remind me, wiping your face on the sheet before attacking my mouth with your own.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I’ve never much liked my own taste, but I love kissing you so much it barely occurs to me and I match your ferocity with my own. Oh yes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I’m gasping for breath by the time you pull back.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And then, suddenly, you’re gone.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It isn’t long – maybe three minutes, but to me it feels like hours and I whimper. I realize that you must be giving me a time to cool off, only to work me back up, but I don’t like it and just as I’m about to disobey and call out for you, you’re there again, pressing a piece of fruit against my lips.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s tasty and juicy and damned if I even remember what it is at this point. “Clean my fingers,” you tell me, and I suck off the remaining juices. I smile when I’m able to make you moan. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Then the onslaught begins again. Your teeth find a nipple and tug at it lightly, your hands wandering down again between my legs as you cautiously feel my slit – still soaking. I smile and know that you’ve been listening when I tell you that I need to be wet enough before anything gets poked inside.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And then you poke me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">One finger, massaging inside me, quickly joined by another and every now and again, a tweak of your thumb against my clit.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">You work me over more quickly this time, eager to seek your own pleasure as well and I relish in the feel of your fingers stretching me and your mouth hard against my breasts, my neck, my lips. You’ve brushed your teeth while you were up and the flavor of the mint drives me even more insane – you know I’m gaga over it and I enjoy the strange symmetry of your fingers inside me as I suck your tongue inside my own mouth and moan.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“No noises!” you order me sharply and I pout, but then you tell me that I can come when I’m ready and then your fingers are gone but your cock is</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Pushing in to me and all I want to do is moan. I bite my lip between my teeth and hear your chuckle as you move a finger up to undo it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And then it’s pleasure – sheer, unadulterated pleasure as your cock pounds into me, gently at first and then roughly, and then gently again, and I hear your laughs as you see me trying to be a good girl – trying desperately not to cry out.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A whine escapes me and you smack my breasts roughly, putting the suction back on as pain-pleasure-punishment.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It takes barely minutes and again I’m coming with a straining, soundless cry and you loosen the blindfold. Blinking, I stare into your face and smile at your look of concentration, clenching my inner muscles around you to see the changes reflected on your face.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I love it, and I love you, and I desperately want to speak.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">You know it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">You give me permission and the words pour out – “I love you Sir – oh Sir – mmmmm – my Sir – I love you!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And then you’re coming into me and I feel the hot spurts and you collapse for a moment and I relish in the feel of your warm weight before you roll off of me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s not long until you untie me, and I am boneless, basking in the glow that comes of being controlled, commanded, sated, <i>loved</i>. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">{Photo found <a href="http://aestheticallynude.tumblr.com/post/17258751401" target="_blank">here</a>}</span></div>Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-73442268585927209732011-05-18T17:40:00.000-04:002011-05-18T17:42:36.798-04:00Wanton, Wicked Wednesday...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I need to feel the rough touch against <br />
My sensitive skin, the hot breath <br />
Against my neck and the harsh whisper<br />
Filling my ear with delight<br />
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I need to curl up on a bed with a soft mattress,<br />
Be unfurled slowly, carefully, as if I were<br />
Some precious hothouse flower, delicate even in<br />
My midst of warm-tongued passion.<br />
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I need to feel the wet kiss down, across my<br />
Throbbing breasts and under my rounded <br />
Stomach, creeping over my thighs and someplace--<br />
Deeper.<br />
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I need to gasp in sheer pleasure, moan in adulterated<br />
Abandon, and bring you<br />
Down to rest upon my body.<br />
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"I couldn’t see much through the darkness of the night, but I crept along the walls, certain I had seen her go this way. The way she was dressed, she must have been meeting a lover. <br />
I stopped short when I saw her enter the tiger’s cage and shed her outer coat. Zambee’s yellow eyes blinked – mine did too. <br />
“Hello lover,” she murmured, reaching down to stroke him. <br />
I didn’t think I wanted to see any more."Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-33444718006220122102011-05-13T09:58:00.004-04:002011-05-13T14:08:36.225-04:00Flash Fiction FridayWell, it's been awhile, hasn't it? <br />
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I've decided to shift the focus of this blog into something a little more defined... of course, I would be unsure what that means precisely, but I'm nearly positive that it will involve erotic fiction and poetry and reviews of the like. <br />
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So in order to get myself back in the game, so to speak (though I doubt I have any readers left!) I've decided to participate in this week's <a href="http://eroticflashfiction.blogspot.com/2011/05/flash-fiction-friday-challenge-for-5-13.html">Erotic Flash Fiction Friday</a>. My original entry wasn't explicit, but hinted at bestiality. To make sure I'm adhering to the rules, I rewrote the last couple sentences and will post the original version tomorrow, unlinked to the rest of the entries. This week's challenge needed to have the words "yellow eyes blinked" and be between 60-99 words. <br />
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I couldn’t see much through the darkness of the night, but I crept along the walls, certain I had seen her go this way. The way she was dressed, she must have been meeting another man. <br />
I stopped short when I saw her enter the tiger’s cage and shed her outer coat. Zambee’s yellow eyes blinked – mine did too. <br />
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“Hello lover,” she murmured, reaching down to stroke him. “I know you’re there,” she called a little louder. <br />
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I stepped forward. <br />
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“Wanna be trained like the tiger?”Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-46933330609405221202011-01-22T23:34:00.000-05:002011-01-22T23:34:30.187-05:00Dirty Latin (part two)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3snHz739jnsdk37wH-ydnMLfT4lNbsC8V0OZUNxDg5c1a65X4YARsS74pN0c62gPVo-5C4ImEB59uktKY6AkeQQdQU5Jl6tpELAVTiMSL2I6tzWjAx9t6Fm6Bk7c9ztiM4X-qFRq_4XY/s1600/fondle+ass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3snHz739jnsdk37wH-ydnMLfT4lNbsC8V0OZUNxDg5c1a65X4YARsS74pN0c62gPVo-5C4ImEB59uktKY6AkeQQdQU5Jl6tpELAVTiMSL2I6tzWjAx9t6Fm6Bk7c9ztiM4X-qFRq_4XY/s320/fondle+ass.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Happy January everyone! Today's Dirty Latin selection is from Ovid (he's the guy who wrote the Metamorphoses -- you may remember him from high school or college English!) He also wrote many other works, including the Ars Amatoria, or The Art of Love, where he instructs men and women on how to woo or be wooed. (Funnily enough, he also wrote Remedia Amoris, or The Cures for Love, where he tells you how to get rid of a lover as well!) <br />
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This passage is from the end of Book II of the Ars Amatoria (Part XIX):<br />
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"See, the knowing bed receives two lovers:<br />
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halt, Muse, at the closed doors of the room.<br />
Flowing words will be said, by themselves, without you:<br />
and that left hand won’t lie idle on the bed.<br />
Fingers will find what will arouse those parts,<br />
where love’s dart is dipped in secrecy.<br />
Hector did it once with vigour, for Andromache,<br />
and wasn’t only useful in the wars.<br />
And great Achilles did it for his captive maid,<br />
when he lay in his sweet bed, weary from the fight.<br />
You let yourself be touched by hands, Briseis,<br />
that were still dyed with Trojan blood.<br />
And was that what overjoyed you, lascivious girl,<br />
those conquering fingers approaching your body?<br />
Trust me, love’s pleasure’s not to be hurried,<br />
but to be felt enticingly with lingering delays.<br />
When you’ve reached the place, where a girl loves to be touched,<br />
don’t let modesty prevent you touching her.<br />
You’ll see her eyes flickering with tremulous brightness,<br />
as sunlight often flashes from running water.<br />
Moans and loving murmurs will arise,<br />
and sweet sighs, and playful and fitting words.<br />
But don’t desert your mistress by cramming on more sail,<br />
or let her overtake you in your race:<br />
hasten to the goal together: that’s the fullness of pleasure,<br />
when man and woman lie there equally spent.<br />
This is the pace you should indulge in, when you’re given<br />
time for leisure, and fear does not urge on the secret work.<br />
When delay’s not safe, lean usefully on the oar,<br />
and plunge your spur into the galloping horse.<br />
While strength and years allow, sustain the work:<br />
bent age comes soon enough on silent feet.<br />
Plough the earth with the blade, the sea with oars,<br />
take a cruel weapon in your warring hands,<br />
or spend your body, and strength, and time, on girls:<br />
this is warlike service too, this too earns plenty."<br />
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This translation is thanks to <a href="http://www.poetryintranslation.com/#Latin:">A.S. Kline</a>.<br />
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Photo found <a href="http://orgiasticfeast.tumblr.com/page/2">here.</a> Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-10313287315151526782011-01-18T22:55:00.000-05:002011-01-18T22:55:32.705-05:00Miss Me Yet?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2WR1Xn5kEjwSVyJxakahd4mslczi6sx_7W2KVSpxGoyyFKuyvgzrI6Ki-vGn7N9VARhzLKc1sKiVMt-I6ppN83UyMJK9mW3v18o814M8XT8O2-B69qi9UIehMyuD4TajuL5CIaWgMDY/s1600/pearls+naked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2WR1Xn5kEjwSVyJxakahd4mslczi6sx_7W2KVSpxGoyyFKuyvgzrI6Ki-vGn7N9VARhzLKc1sKiVMt-I6ppN83UyMJK9mW3v18o814M8XT8O2-B69qi9UIehMyuD4TajuL5CIaWgMDY/s320/pearls+naked.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br />
I'm back! My computer is fixed, I'm getting into my groove, and I'm definitely going to get back into maintaining this blog (I've got lots to say, now all I have to do is type it up!) I'll have the rest of my Dirty Latin series up by the end of this week :-)<br />
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Oh yeah, and I found the photo <a href="http://lordschuft.tumblr.com/post/2800054611">here. </a>Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-19447854539672574382010-12-17T13:35:00.000-05:002010-12-17T13:35:11.176-05:00Bum Computer!Hey everyone!<br />
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I haven't abandoned my blog, I promise! <br />
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My computer is experiencing issues at the moment. As in, probably going to have to send it off somewhere to have it fixed, it was giving me the blue screen of death type of issues :-( <br />
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My updates will be sporadic until it's fixed but I'm going to try to keep them coming :-)<br />
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Love, <br />
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Ida VIda Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-56712960222228434302010-12-09T00:00:00.001-05:002010-12-09T00:05:06.916-05:00Dirty Latin, part one<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLYDXzXvyzz7j2n7LRWpSsRosSK0RerdmuUKClABtaXdROGrtYq4QXGmXzjwgU1J09CY5ysIDSNTiTsrN4_c_TCW4k48PLu8OUMqxUBSSjvSdqg7SSEeHHtd4c-cVt0P3dJttLiwdrZU/s1600/lesbia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLYDXzXvyzz7j2n7LRWpSsRosSK0RerdmuUKClABtaXdROGrtYq4QXGmXzjwgU1J09CY5ysIDSNTiTsrN4_c_TCW4k48PLu8OUMqxUBSSjvSdqg7SSEeHHtd4c-cVt0P3dJttLiwdrZU/s200/lesbia.jpg" width="151" /></a></div>In high school, my favorite class was Latin. It was definitely one of the toughest -- we moved fast with none of those wishy washy let's-color-the-clothing worksheets a la Spanish or French -- but also the most fun and stimulating class I enjoyed. Where my English teachers would ignore Shakespeare's bawdy jokes, my Latin teacher would encourage discussion and facilitate understanding of raunchy bits of classicism. <br />
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One of my favorite poets (and my all time favorite Latin poet) is a fellow by the name of Catullus. (Pronounced cah-TULL-us, for you language geeks like me out there!) He lived from about 84 to 54 BC and was presumed to have died around the age of thirty. <a href="http://www.bookrags.com/biography/gaius-valerius-catullus/">Here are some more details about him.</a> His biography isn't important for our purposes; just the fact that he had a tumultous affair with a wealthy man's wife, Clodia, whom he referred to in many more well known poems as "Lesbia." <br />
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Catullus 2 and 3 are what I like to call the "Sparrow" poems... and he's not necessarily talking about a sparrow. Here's the translation to Catullus 3: "Lugete, O Veneres Cupidinesque", with an assignment I wrote my senior year. It's not quite a rebuttal to this poem in particular, but parts of it could be read thusly....<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lugete, O Veneres Cupidinesque: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mourn, O Venuses and Cupids!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And as much of you as love beauty:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My girl's sparrow is dead...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sparrow, the delight of my girl,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Which she loved more than her own eyes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For he was honey-sweet and knew</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her as well as the girl her own mother, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nor did he move himself from her lap, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But hopping now here, now there</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He chirped continuously for his mistress alone. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now he goes through the dark journey </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From where they deny any return. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But curse upon you! Cursed darkness of</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pluto, swallowing all beautiful things:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You have taken my beautiful sparrow. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O wretched deed! O miserable sparrow!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's your fault my girl's little eyes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Are swollen and red from weeping. </span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lesbia's Reply: (click the link to view it larger; I couldn't get the fonts to work out correctly to place it strictly in blogger) I have to warn you that I'm never this mean and nasty! I was trying to channel Lesbia when I was writing it :-) I know many men suffer from ED and it's not a pleasant thing. </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The photo I found <a href="http://heckyesdecadence.tumblr.com/post/789869497/sir-edward-john-poynter-lesbia-and-her-sparrow">here</a> via Tumblr!</div>Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-10098841457670918872010-12-07T16:54:00.001-05:002010-12-07T16:57:07.080-05:00Sheri Winston and the Intimate Arts<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjopSZ3Oci8ADfBFFO_uxuv3m4VUFYV6hs5yzWf4iVbjy_kKEWqcpiaOrGHDIHau5pne3Ai-XLFslH_0yPpO7xXvioxqtG9WRlZsEDjDhkCs_00XadC3yIMsC2AdUCmk03qJwrsenu2wYo/s1600/tumblr_lchdl4AIyP1qz7ltxo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjopSZ3Oci8ADfBFFO_uxuv3m4VUFYV6hs5yzWf4iVbjy_kKEWqcpiaOrGHDIHau5pne3Ai-XLFslH_0yPpO7xXvioxqtG9WRlZsEDjDhkCs_00XadC3yIMsC2AdUCmk03qJwrsenu2wYo/s320/tumblr_lchdl4AIyP1qz7ltxo1_500.jpg" width="216" /></a></div>Do you have a sex hero?<br />
Because I do. Sheri Winston used to be a midwife. It turns out that paying close attention to the fruit of sexual encounters teaches you a lot about sexuality itself.... and man does she know about sex!<br />
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A few months ago I was lucky enough to attend a class with her in Asheville, NC. It had the catchy title of “Getting Off on Going Down and Giving Head” and was about how you could make yourself feel good right along with pleasuring your partner. She really emphasizes that although sex is natural, it's also a skill that can be learned through such things as using your breath and sounds in particular ways. And since she can make herself orgasm after only taking three breaths... well... I think she knows what she's talking about. (As a side note, I was texting my cousin on the way to class and told her where I was going. She wanted to know why in the blazes I would go take a class on <em>that</em>! I wanted to know why shouldn't <em>wouldn't</em> want to learn how to make herself feel better :-)<br />
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I know that following some of the techniques I learned in her class and her book have really made a difference in my own sexplorations, both with myself and a partner (although my partner play with them has been limited, I'm pretty sure that practice will make perfect on this one!) I also learned a lot of things about my own anatomy that really surprised me. I mean, I've been interested in sex since I was too young to know what it was, and frankly, I've always considered myself to be scientifically well educated about my own body – but how many of you know about the female erectile network? She's an engaging speaker and writer and really manages to make things feel fun and juicy and not awkward at all. <br />
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In the interest of fairness, I have to say that I did sign up to be an affiliate for her.... but after I'd already written this post. I'm just tweaking it now :-) One of the things I love about <a href="http://www.1shoppingcart.com/app/?af=1280066">her website</a> is that she offers a few things for free so that you can wet your feet and see kind of what she has to offer. As for her classes, she offers several of them online that you can listen to at your leisure (and I believe she's running a Christmas special right now.) These run the gamut from teaching you female ejaculation to focusing on orgasmic abundance or even drawing the connections linking birth and sexuality. If I had more money, I would definitely buy all of them as Christmas presents to myself. As it is, I think her classes or book would be fabulous gifts to enjoy with your partner or to promote positive sexuality among your friends, etc. If you do nothing else, at least <a href="http://www.1shoppingcart.com/app/?af=1280066">go check out her freebies!</a><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Today I had either my final or second to last session with my current counselor. While I don't deny that she has been helpful to an extent, I think I will best serve myself by switching shrinks when classes resume in January. The reason? Her obvious disapproval with my lifestyle choices. If I wanted to feel withdrawal and anger from someone I chose to confide in, I have several female relatives who would fit the bill. (Not only do I plan to switch counselors, but I'd rather switch to a male one -- I'm rather more at ease around men in general.)</div><br />
I give you this introduction because I've been thinking (off and on) for the last few months about submission and psychology. This close to exams, my thoughts are in a bit of a jumble, so I'll give you some bulleted points instead :-)<br />
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* While bondage and the like in the bedroom still has a definite stigma to it, it is becoming a bit more mainstream in the media/daily life. I've talked in general terms with several different people who had no real thoughts on it one way or the other and certainly weren't horrified by it. If I had changed the conversation to talk about submission in relationships in general, I can guarantee some of those people would have flipped their lid. <br />
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* I remember the author of the blog Persephone in Love (she's made her blog private a few months back) writing about BDSM as self therapy. I believe she said something about how we each have our certain issues and how we deal with them can be either helpful or harmful. I think the example she used was a couple who had control issues expressed through money issues, which led to fights, secrecy, and generally unhealthy behavior, but it was... socially acceptable unhealthy behavior. She then talked about having those same control issues but dealing with them through D/s in order to turn them into pleasurable experiences which didn't allow the psychological bullshit to negatively impact daily life. I wish I had a copy of the essay she wrote on the topic. <br />
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* I can't find hardly anything in the academic psychological sphere about D/s (or DD, or any other "unbalanced power sort of" relationships. What I've found is negative in view and I think is more predisposed to talking about submissive males (I don't have a problem with this but I'm more interested in learning about sexual and traditional gender roles where the female is the submissive one and the male is the dominant one). Does anyone else have any resources to point me to? I believe my aunt told me that all of "this stuff" is still classified under Abnormal Psychology. <br />
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* From an evolutionary standpoint, traditional gender roles make sense to me. Men and women typically (but not always, of course) have different skill sets which lend to the idea of women being the "weaker sex". However, I also think that women are quite powerful. (I love reveling in my womanhood, personally... and when I take the time to do so I personally feel more powerful *shrug*) In fact, just as I often think it takes a strong man to let himself cry when necessary and appropriate, I think it takes a strong woman to willingly submit to another but not subdue her own sense of self and worth. <br />
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* As well, I also think that whether you are a man or a woman, for you to know yourself and allow yourself to fully experience your own desires and needs signifies a certain kind of strength. I mean, as long as your desires aren't doing bad things to children or anything like that. I guess what I'm trying to say is that allowing yourself to fully live, with all of what that means within and without of the sexual arena is a good thing. (Although I certainly have fantasies that I would never act on... I also have those that I do which aid me in knowing myself, healing, and giving me pleasure.)<br />
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Just a few thoughts that have been jumbling through my head recently. I'm sure I have more, but this is quite enough for now :-) I'd love to have a conversation going in the comments about all of this!<br />
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A Modern Lament:<br />
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I want wit in my wordplay—<br />
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the sharp-cutting directness of a <br />
Shakespearean barbed jibe, and the <br />
debauched baseness of a broken sparrow. <br />
I want debate and liveliness and scholastic <br />
wooing with spirited seriousness and an <br />
underlying sincerity of playful emotion. <br />
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I want it all. <br />
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I want artful posturing and deep seated realness. <br />
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I want life, love, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness<br />
with a man completely lovable in his intelligence and <br />
willingness to get down with me in the dirt. <br />
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I want a babe in my belly and a ring on my finger--<br />
knowing that All is Well that Ends Well. <br />
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I know, big deal, right? Well.... it kinda is. It will only be my second time in a bar, for starters, and the fact that I've a bit of an anxiety and shyness problem doesn't really help me at all. <br />
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My solution? Spend oodles of time today making myself feel absolutely beautiful, sensual, and sexy before I even hop in the car. <strong>If I've spent all day making myself feel amazing, then that positive mindset will help me kick it into gear when it matters</strong> :-<br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>) So in no particular order, here's my list of the top things that I do when I need to make myself feel more sexy, confident, and alluring:<br />
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1. <strong>I get enough sleep.</strong> Or try to, at any rate. Even though I sometimes have a bit of insomnia, I attempt eight hours of sleep as much as possible. If I'm well rested, I feel better in nearly every situation. <br />
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2. <strong>I heighten my senses.</strong> Senses aren't only good for sexual situations... I try to focus in on small things such as the exact taste of my midday soup or the rich aroma of the beeswax I melt in a crockpot or the feel of the silverware in my hand as I wash my spoons and forks and put them to rest in their drawer. <br />
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3. <strong>I exercise.</strong> You know how those endorphins kick in when you have great sex? (Or some chocolate!) They kick in when you exercise, too. Plus it helps you stay healthy and being healthy is definitely a turn on. Personally the whole idea of exercising irritates me though and I normally stick to walking with my Ipod somewhere with nice scenery.<br />
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4. <strong>I pamper myself.</strong> It's nice to take a candlelit bath, drink a little expensive wine, and have a few chocolates. I haven't managed to fall into a steady skin care regime, but when I'm going for decadent I always tie some oats up in a little cloth bag and wash my face (and the rest of me) with it. The oatmeal is moisturizing and can be slightly exfoliating and leaves a fresh scent behind. <br />
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5. <strong>I enjoy being naked.</strong> Why cover myself up when I can do simple things sans clothing? Checking email and folding laundry doesn't require clothes on to do a good job. When I'm naked, I feel more aware of myself and consciously in my body. <br />
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6. <strong>I say my affirmations.</strong> On my mirror I've written "I am a sexy, smart, successful, confident, beautiful, magnificent woman" above the place where I usually stand and would see the reflection of my face. Yes, it's cheesy, but it really does work. Oh, and this is one that works great naked!<br />
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7. <strong>I dance.</strong> Sometimes naked for this one, too ;-) I know I could have included it in with the exercise, but dancing is just.... sensuality unleashed. No one has to watch you. Just move to the music and feel it entrancing your senses, ushering you along with it. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yVWmeFM3-Y&feature=related">Belly dance music</a> is really great at getting me into a sensual mood. <br />
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8. Speaking of moving, <strong>I walk confidently.</strong> Being aware of your body really does help you to feel good about it. Take note of your posture. Are you slumped over? Work on sitting or standing up straight. That one is definitely one that I'm working on. Do your hips have a bit of a sexy sway when you walk? If they don't, why not? Maybe you need to slow your pace down so you can feel like you own the room. <br />
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9. <strong>I dress for it.</strong> I put a lot of emphasis on my knickers (or lack thereof!) in this one ;-) Occassionally I'll want to feel a bit of a tease and go without my panties. Other times I'll want to wear the most gorgeous pair I own as my own little delicious secret under my clothing. When I want to feel sexy, I don't wear anything baggy and loose -- properly fitted garments (preferably in a softer fabric with a bit of a feminine cut) make me feel beautiful here. <br />
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10. <strong>I do some kegels.</strong> When women work their pelvic floor muscles, they are stimulating the female erectile tissue. This can lead to easier and earlier arousal as well. <br />
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11. <strong> I think about sex.</strong> If I want to feel sexy, it only makes sense that I would think about sex, right? I might read an erotic story or play with myself -- or both. If I'm able to reach orgasm before I have to go anywhere stressful, it has the added benefit of calming me down a bit :-) <br />
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Those are my top eleven. What do you do to make yourself feel sexy?<br />
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Actually, it was this article (<a href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/heidi_250/254_dating_girl.html">5 Reasons Not to Sleep with a Virgin</a>) that sort of pushed me over the edge and into writing this blog post. The five reasons that the author writes of are that there's extra prep work, there's freak out potential, she'll likely get attached, she lacks skills, and it could get messy. <br />
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I think you can guess that the article kind of pissed me off.... but I'm still sorting my thoughts out effectively as to why. I guess my primary reason is that if a man hasn't already thought of these things after he knows the woman he wants to bed is a virgin, then he's not the sort of man worth losing your virginity to in the first place. Now, I suppose exceptions can be made in some cases for men who are virgins too. If they do know alot about sex, however, even maintaining their own virgin status, then why haven't they thought of at least three of these on their own?<br />
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Now, I want to say from the onset that I don't want to get anyone's dander up. I'm certainly in no position to judge anyone else (I know, that's kind of what I'm doing though, isn't it?) and I generally go by the attitude that your personal life is your personal life. It's none of my business. And even if something isn't necessarily for me, that doesn't mean I don't fantasize about it or appreciate it if it's something for you. <br />
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The truth is, though, that I believe sex is sacred. Another day I'll start my series on Sex and Religion (it's definitely in the works!) and go all indepth on why I believe certain things, etc. Honestly, I'm a Christian and if I lived the way that I think I need to live, I would be celibate. <br />
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The truth is though, that I'm not. But that doesn't mean that I still don't view sex and my sexuality as spiritual. Obviously I know that a rough fucking and a gentle lovemaking are different in their emotional composition, but still... for me, I need a connection. I can't do one night stands. That would cheapen it for me nearly as much as a virgin who discovered she was just another notch on some playboys belt. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Phote found via <a href="http://lordschuft.tumblr.com/">Lordschuft's</a> photostream. </div>Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-10740278062070518392010-11-25T11:00:00.001-05:002010-11-25T11:00:04.533-05:00Need a Sore Bottom? Ride a Horse!<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNlMzXyr2roAlbfFPB_dKiDmEhF-p-k_i96j2VddJfIJi6iRywk9weT8lBFInU9pcMYyXqJr4zapc2a8bdExSyrMmqZKOFIlwTpzpgrXfyiCYw7l8XPKCylS7D5R3_8jr-K6zwQmOSbQ/s1600/tumblr_l666pvZHXp1qbsep0o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNlMzXyr2roAlbfFPB_dKiDmEhF-p-k_i96j2VddJfIJi6iRywk9weT8lBFInU9pcMYyXqJr4zapc2a8bdExSyrMmqZKOFIlwTpzpgrXfyiCYw7l8XPKCylS7D5R3_8jr-K6zwQmOSbQ/s320/tumblr_l666pvZHXp1qbsep0o1_400.jpg" width="247" /></a></div>Yesterday, I went horseback riding for the first time in years. Nothing special -- no wild and crazy moves. I spent most of the time at a walk lazing around an arena. It was awesome, by the way... I absolutely love horses. (And I've always wanted to pull a Lady Godiva and go horseback riding naked. Preferably bareback. I know that the potential of having my girly bits splayed open across a horse's back is a bit unsanitary, but it seems like it would be such a decadent experience, don't you think?)<br />
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Of course, by the time bedtime rolled around, I noticed that my ass was sore. Not precisely the same soreness that you'd get from a spanking, but near enough that it put this post in my head! <br />
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Come to think of it, I'm still sore this morning :-) So here is my suggestion -- if you're a spankee without a spanker, and you'd like to feel an echo of a spanking, why not go find your local stables? You can spend a pleasant afternoon in the saddle communing with nature, and also feel a bit of burn on your bottom later. Win-win, right?<br />
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You draw me to my feet and nestle your hand at the small of my back as you usher me across the room, back into the place where the lights are dim and the music plays, just a brush across the eardrums. The bedroom. I smile; a toothy grin would not be right with the solemnity of the occasion, and so I temper it, a demure upturning of my lips to signify that I find your attentions most welcome. <br />
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I know it's wrong. I know that we should not be doing this. My husband is a bastard and your wife is a shrew and both of them are with their respective lovers, doing God-knows-what in who-knows-where. And really, why should I care? You are here and so am I and I know that it is a vague, undefined thing we have—I know I love you. <br />
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Do you love me?<br />
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I don't dare to hope because both of us are fucked, you know. <br />
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But here, in your smile and bathed with the the warmth of your eyes, I feel beautiful. I'm moaning even before you can slip the satin off my shoulders, low breathy noises that he's never inspired me to make before. Can you fault me? Your ministrations are so firm, but delicate; I feel like I'm the most precious orchid, spreading my petals within the safety of your embrace. <br />
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I can feel you straining against the fabric of your trousers—boldly, I reach a hand in order to stroke against you. My dress is off; I'm standing in only my knickers—black, lacey things—and my bra—specially bought for you, but that's a secret—and I feel like you're a bit overdressed, darling. You hiss as I slip down the zipper and unfasten you. I smile, pressed against you as I move for the buttons—such interminable buttons!--on your shirt and seek to feel all of you bare against my own bare skin. <br />
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You tease me as you draw patterns on me, never once touching the places I want you to. You chuckle as I make sounds of frustrations and catch my bottom lip with my teeth in a frown. Then you're lifting my feet from under me and placing me oh so delicately on the sumptuous coverlet, and I'm patting the place beside me even as I wantonly splay my legs for your perusal. <br />
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You don't disappoint. The time for niceties and gentleness is over and I can feel my lips bruising as you all but attack them and I pull you down, closer, closer. Did we still have clothes on? They're gone now and I'm glad of it—needing skin to skin, lips to lips, hips to <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Ooohh.... You slide home and I lock my legs around you, ruefully surprised at your lack of foreplay but not regretful that you've not waited. I need you, feeling the strength of your manhood in the welcoming acquiescence of my of feminine folds. You're slow tonight, but strong—nearly brutal and I dimly realize that I've never known quite this combination before when you take every thought out of my head as you speak, your voice hard and velvety as you tell me, </div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">“Take all of me, you dirty little girl,” and I nearly come undone but you pull out at just the last possible second--</div><br />
and then you're inside of me again, riding me and groaning and I can hear my own cries join with yours until at last we are <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I've started several posts over the past few days, but I haven't liked any of them. But of course, I'd rather not leave this blog to sit for too long! I wrote this short little piece a few months ago; I hope you like it! (And if you do, why not <a href="http://feedburner.google.com/fb/a/mailverify?uri=SexWithIdaVirgin&loc=en_US">click here</a> and have blog updates sent to your email address?)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Photo found <a href="http://championmess.tumblr.com/post/1272625128">here</a> via Tumblr. </div>Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-80722949253508655842010-11-19T19:37:00.000-05:002010-11-19T19:37:36.089-05:00Severus Snape.... and Hermione Granger?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZ540Hh_s-R6W1RzmoPCETBsHgbjCHUdrfKGjfhKUWOhrUBPWen-LKuBAWz34lhyYllxzcvXDgTLCjIL47wlktVkr6URwy13PANYgbsyToKj_rhzKk5ehH53ZqXrWpo42LYWJcvqgq2w/s1600/Severus-and-Hermione-hermione-and-severus-8733280-1024-768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZ540Hh_s-R6W1RzmoPCETBsHgbjCHUdrfKGjfhKUWOhrUBPWen-LKuBAWz34lhyYllxzcvXDgTLCjIL47wlktVkr6URwy13PANYgbsyToKj_rhzKk5ehH53ZqXrWpo42LYWJcvqgq2w/s400/Severus-and-Hermione-hermione-and-severus-8733280-1024-768.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>(Because I love men who are snarky, sarcastic, sadistic, strong, powerful, tortured, intelligent, angry, angsty, brave, amazing, controlled, falling apart, and unavailable.)<br />
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I had just decided not to post anything today when this popped into my head...<br />
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For starters, I am a huuge Harry Potter fan. As the first part of the final movie came out today, it's been on my mind :-)<br />
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Secondly, I love fanfiction. Particularly when that fanfiction involves Severus Snape in a romantic relationship with Hermione Granger. (I'll give you one guess who I identify with the most there!) So as a pick me up, I decided that I'd read a little fanfiction today and cheer myself up...<br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4814128/1/">For the Potion Master's Amusement</a> by snape.submiss is my all time favorite BDSM story and my all time favorite Harry Potter fanfiction. It is completed, so you won't have to waste any time waiting for updates. It's long, but you can space it out if you don't get hooked straight through. It gets dark in places, angsty... but it's one of the best love stories I've ever read. If you decide to try it, shoot me a comment and let me know!<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">Let’s all be honest, showers are quite possibly the most sensual things we do alone. Even if you’re just hopping in for a quick five-minute cleanup, you still feel a rush of sensual pleasure when the warm water hits your bare skin. How often has the pleasure of the warm water turned your idea of a five-minute utilitarian washing into a half-hour or more time of just standing there and letting the water run over you? It’s happened to me more times than I’d care to admit. There’s something very soothing about sticking your head under the water and placing your hands over your ears, only listening to the sound of the water rushing joyfully over your head. You’re reading this because it’s on a sex blog, so why keep such a sensual event to yourself? Why not take some extra time to make this already pleasurable time even more special for your partner?</div><br />
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A good shower for yourself and your partner, like good sex, needs to begin before you’ve got the water running. You need to know what exactly your partner does to clean him or herself in the shower, and what soaps or shampoos they use. You should make sure to have towels laid out for both of you, and candles can’t hurt either. <br />
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Once you’ve got all of the things you’ll need for the shower ready, the first step is to get rid of the clothing. Don’t just rip all of the clothing off and say “Ok, let’s go!”; you want to make this a more sensual and very memorable experience for your partner, and unless your partner is a quadriplegic, they can typically do that by themselves. Start slowly, deliberately, taking the time to massage and kiss every inch of the skin under each piece of clothing you remove. Make the undressing last longer than you thought possible, the longer the better, as taking longer (within reason of course) will result in building anticipation. After both of you are naked, do something your partner doesn’t expect: if you’re a man, pick her up and carry her to the shower, and if you’re a woman, tell him to close his eyes and trust you to lead him there. <br />
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The next important step is getting the water running at the proper temperature that you will both enjoy. The best way to do this is to start it running and get it warm but not hot. You can take some extra time while the water is running to massage your partner some more. Once the water is warm and you’re confident that it won’t get any warmer unless adjusted, help your partner into the shower (especially if their eyes are still closed, which in the interest of not getting soap in the eyes isn’t a bad idea). Ask them if they would like the water any warmer, and if so, adjust it SLOWLY until they say that the temperature is right. <br />
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Once you’re both in the shower with the water running, get whatever soap they usually use, and lather them up, massaging the lather into their skin as you do. You can invite them to let their hands wander over your body while you’re washing them. Make sure to be as careful when you’re lathering up your partner as you would be on yourself: take care around wounds and other sensitive areas. Tease them occasionally, but not too much; the sensation of this will be multiplied if they have their eyes closed. Wash every inch of their body, even areas you would normally shy from (feet are a big one that’s usually avoided by many couples because they’re dirty, but honestly, right now you’re in the shower using soap!), giving more care to their bodies than they would give to themselves. <br />
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When their body is clean, then it’s on to the hair. Take extra time to massage your partner’s shampoo into their scalp, as this area has more nerve endings than most other places on the body, and has the potential to feel amazing if you do it properly. Massage your partner’s head lightly, and take extra care around the temples, making sure the pressure you apply on them is nearly nonexistent. Also be careful with the hair; while running your fingers through your partner’s hair can be a pleasing experience for both of you, running your fingers through knots or tangles in their hair is anything but, and can ruin the mood quite quickly. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Now that your partner is quite clean, it’s time to hop out, right? Not quite! You haven’t been washed yet yourself! There are two major ways to accomplish this: you can either invite your partner to bathe you, or you can have them watch while you make a sensual show of doing it yourself. No matter how you accomplish it, you’re both clean and ready to get out of the shower. This is a good time to have your partner open their eyes, as wet things tend to be slippery and we don’t want them slipping and falling on their way out of the shower!</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Drying is yet another chance to massage your partner and run your hands all over their body. Again, take your time with this part. Once you’ve dried yourselves off, your partner might just want to do some things with you that would make you both need another shower! Whether you use your shared shower as a type of foreplay or not, your partner will feel how much you care for them through it, and they will appreciate the care you’ve shown to them. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><ul><li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I didn’t mention this in the article itself because I would have had to retype it in every paragraph if I did. The single most important thing to remember is to communicate through the entire event, about what’s going on (this is a time for relaxation together, not a “so how was your day?” time). Ask your partner how what your doing feels, tell them how they look, describe to them the naughty things you want to do with them after they’re clean, etc. This doesn’t need to be constant chatter like you’re reading a book, but it shouldn’t be quiet either.</li>
<li>Use your imagination! You know your partner better than I do, and chances are you know of things that you could add or should subtract from your shower time to make them appreciate it more. This is a gift from you to them, not from me to them, so personalize it.</li>
</ul>PS. I'm not sure who to attribute the photo to. If it's yours, and you want it taken down, let me know!Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-37275396164959151252010-11-17T11:20:00.000-05:002010-11-17T11:20:46.670-05:00Love Yourself... Shower Edition<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQujBj0lWXcBXniT7Mic3i1f2lTLye573me__4i7VOPZa1yz4qhojBFyw2yujR9czrYVt_OgT7190bi5WYZxcSO_ar88PHgrveuhYMlqY76-27MEj7XsU6rPVT_oinBdp-VsJSTxfZY4/s1600/imagesCA5Q3T9Q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQujBj0lWXcBXniT7Mic3i1f2lTLye573me__4i7VOPZa1yz4qhojBFyw2yujR9czrYVt_OgT7190bi5WYZxcSO_ar88PHgrveuhYMlqY76-27MEj7XsU6rPVT_oinBdp-VsJSTxfZY4/s1600/imagesCA5Q3T9Q.jpg" /></a></div>I was planning to write about the G Spot today, but I think I should probably push it to the back burner because something else is far more important. <br />
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I'm depressed. It's been a rough year for me, and even though I'm pulling myself up out of most of the pain, it still lingers and surfaces daily – some days are worse than others. Yesterday was definitely one of those days...<br />
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There are a ton of actions that a depressed person (chronic or situational; I can point to specific things that depress me and once they're remedied I'm sure I'll feel better – it's just taking a helluva long time) can take and seeing how this is a sex blog, I'm not going to go into details on things that can't be related to sensuality and sexuality. (I'll be writing a few more pick me up posts over the next few days.) If you want more info or just a sounding board, feel free to email me (<a href="mailto:ida.virgin@yahoo.com">ida.virgin@yahoo.com</a>). <br />
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When I'm down, it's often helpful to focus on the small things. Really tiny things. People tell you to take it a day at a time, but sometimes I'd rather take it hour by hour. And as soon as I write this, I'm going to go and take a shower. Not just any shower though. My shower is going to be a whole sensual event by itself. Why don't you take some time and try it out with me?<br />
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We'll start in the bedroom, laying out our clothes. Something nice, something that makes you feel good when you wear it. Something sexy. Nothing too confining or itchy or needing to be adjusted often, but something that makes you feel like a million bucks. Don't forget the underthings. Pick out your favorite bra and panties (if you're a woman, of course). Lay them out carefully, maybe on your bed or a across a chair. <br />
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Next, find your candles. Light one near your clothing, a bit of a welcoming flame for when you're ready for them. Put more candles in your bathroom; maybe when you step into the shower you won't need to turn on the lights. I won't. There's something about the dark, hazy glow of candlelight that is so comforting. <br />
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Turn on the water and adjust it to suit your need for temperature. I want mine to be plenty hot – not scorching, but the kind of heat that settles into your body when you're cold and refuses to let you stay that way. <br />
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While the water is warming, pull off your clothing little by little. Take it slow, easing your shirt off your head or inching down your pants bit by bit. Focus on the sensation it gives your skin. Is it soft? Scratchy? Silky? <br />
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When you finally step into the water, close your eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out. Feel the spray as it hits your back or your side or your chest or your face. Does it sting or soothe? What sensations grab you? Lather up your body, running your hands up and over your own skin. Massage yourself, relish in the fact that you're alive. Maybe you want to tease yourself – I might. Touch every inch of yourself, slowly, taking the time to smooth your fingers over every crevice and imperfection and area that you want to hide when you're not alone. Own your body. Whisper messages of love and comfort to yourself – “I am beautiful. I am perfect. Life is wonderful.” <br />
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Maybe you're keeping it platonic. Just the sensual glide of your fingers over slick terrain with no building arousal to distract you. If you're not, stop. Move on to your hair. Feel that cool shampoo drop to rest on your hand as you squeeze it from it's bottle. Rub your palms together until that silkeness becomes foam and then bring them to your head; massage your scalp. Work from the top to the bottom or the bottom to the top, but move slowly and deliberately, a centimeter at a time until your head is so relaxed you're not sure you can keep it steady. Then rinse, letting the shampoo run in rivulets down your belly and between the crack of your ass and smile when you realize that this means you need to touch yourself again.<br />
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Let your fingers dance their way down you until all the soap is gone and all that's left is to feel the warmth of spray delighting your senses and the scent of your bath products in the air. I hope you have something decadent. <br />
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Finish off however you choose... probing your own depths until you release your body's tension in a cry of ecstasy... or stand calmly, hugging your arms around yourself in the heat until the water runs cool and forces you to move. <br />
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Either way, as you bring towel to your dampness (slowly, remember – a languid exploration!) look in the mirror and smile to yourself. You are beautiful. You are special. And today is a wonderful day. <br />
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I'm not sure who to attribute the photo to. If it's yours and you'd like it taken down, just let me know.Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-32334505915847350702010-11-15T12:30:00.003-05:002010-11-15T12:37:53.438-05:00G Spots Unite!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdTSpWgNAgX-JpvbKhXtSr-5C9QKXUFVv_gM3YXzcx15qvCzxs-3MPQuePxyo2YTMMz9e3B6udh1cZEf9wrcUPawbpZoafpqC7ApPT-_ZF7z6fO9Xbc6m1ZEZVX2K62yH70WvCO9ehEQ/s1600/1604041073_36538bf3be_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdTSpWgNAgX-JpvbKhXtSr-5C9QKXUFVv_gM3YXzcx15qvCzxs-3MPQuePxyo2YTMMz9e3B6udh1cZEf9wrcUPawbpZoafpqC7ApPT-_ZF7z6fO9Xbc6m1ZEZVX2K62yH70WvCO9ehEQ/s320/1604041073_36538bf3be_o.jpg" width="201" /></a>Good afternoon, everyone! Today launches the first day of G Spot week... do you know how little information there is out there on the topic? </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Anyway, I wrote today's post as an essay for a Woman's Studies course I took a few years back and figured I'd share. It's not the most well written thing in the world (I think I spend maybe five minutes to type and print it right before class :-) but maybe it will be amusing enough to give a smile to your day. </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">My name is G Spot A34J92SK9048R. G Spot, for short. I have many sisters and cousins, spread out all over the globe -- we all abbreviate our name the same way: G Spot. Sort of odd, isn't it?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We're all kind of odd, too. We live inside women's bodies, right under the bladder and inside the vagina. We really should change our name to G Curve; some of my cousins have already started to do that. I decided not to -- tradition is a good thing, right? Besides, I like my name because it means that everyone knows who I am. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I get really pissed off sometimes though, because a lot of people don't believe that I exist. Are they stupid? I mean come on -- I'm talking to you right now. That's proof enough, isn't it? I work really well in my woman's body. Hehe. I give her the most amazing pleasure when her man finds me. He's pretty talented at that. I hear my woman telling her man that the orgasms she gets when he touches me are the most amazing ones she ever has. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's not always like that, though. One of my cousins, G Spot, makes her woman really, really have to pee when her man touches her with his dick. Or his fingers, too, come to think of it. Her woman doesn't like this at all because it always interrupts her time in bed with her boyfriend. Personally, I think that maybe the boyfriend needs to be experiment with the pressure he uses and the woman needs to just give it a shot and work through the sensations, but that's just me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I have another cousin, G Spot, whose woman can't feel her at all. This cousin isn't very sensitive to touch. The few times she is, though, her woman thinks it's a fluke and doesn't even realize that G Spot is working for her! It's kind of sad, actually. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I really wish that more people would believe that we existed and try to find us. It gets very depressing; we all feel quite lonely. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Will you help spread the word?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Miss any of last week's posts? I think my <a href="http://idavirgin.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-to-spank-my-bottom.html">How To Spank</a> was the best one. Click on the title to read it :-)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Like this post? Want to read more? Click <a href="http://feedburner.google.com/fb/a/mailverify?uri=SexWithIdaVirgin&loc=en_US">here</a> to receive free updates directly to your inbox! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Picture found <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/damiaosantana/1604041073/sizes/o/in/photostream/">here. </a></span></div>Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-60428911801970931132010-11-12T14:45:00.000-05:002010-11-12T14:45:48.350-05:00Reflections on a Sore Bottom<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKc5_ovd_hUz-WHvvvUGfih-aYecr8Li6L_86imCp8NcOjraDkMD6NlJZ1kOOFwIAhrV5ygYWNqptz4EUE83gF3bmFpiISBbIO_EIv9KW14LTkVTRCj5MTol8fQmeMPJqR8MTr90gRpvg/s1600/3743759459_0a03280343_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKc5_ovd_hUz-WHvvvUGfih-aYecr8Li6L_86imCp8NcOjraDkMD6NlJZ1kOOFwIAhrV5ygYWNqptz4EUE83gF3bmFpiISBbIO_EIv9KW14LTkVTRCj5MTol8fQmeMPJqR8MTr90gRpvg/s200/3743759459_0a03280343_o.jpg" width="200" /></a>You could have warned me it was going to sting so much. After all, we both knew you were the more experienced of us. The one who'd taken a woman there before... that place where you took me today. That whimpering, stingy, struggling, gushy, painful happy place which centered around my ass, my pussy, and your hard as iron hand. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">For some reason, I wasn't expecting a sting. More of a thud, really, is how I thought it would be -- painful, but not abrupt. Not like a wasp, but more of like a toe stub. Thunder, not lightning. I don't know what I was thinking. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">You were gentle with me -- I know that now, as I sit (okay, not really -- as I recline) upon my bed, fingers creeping backwards every now and then to test the ever so slight soreness that you said would be gone before the night. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Except, I don't want it to be. Gone, that is -- I want the soreness to remain and remind me of the intoxicating futility of my struggles until the next time you pull me over your lap. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">Just a quick prose piece that came to my mind this morning :-) The pretty paddle picture was found <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rachelkramerbusseldotcom/3743759459/">here</a>.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
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or, Spanking Tips for Beginners<br />
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Although many of these tips may also be applicable to discipline type spankings, this list is more of a how to guide for the novice spanker and spankee who want to use a spanking session as a pleasurable accessory to their other bedroom activities. <br />
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1. <strong>Make sure that both of you are okay with a little spanking.</strong> This can be done in several ways. The most direct way is, of course, to ask. However, if you're shy or unsure, you don't always have to be so blunt about it. When you're sitting on the couch and she needs to get up for something, try a little slap on the ass to see how she responds. If she's grinning, chances are she likes it. You can feel her out for a few days this way by watching her reactions to see how she responds.<br />
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2. Next up, where is the spanking going to take place? If you're both newbies to it, <strong>try to make sure that the spanking takes place during something or somewhere that you're both already comfortable being at</strong>. My personal favorite spanking position is over his knees, on the couch. This way, my entire body is supported, and you can include things like pillows under her head. Also, especially if she's a little unsure, she can feel the connection to your body which will be reassuring. One of the big things that you need to keep in mind is confidence. <strong>If you project confidence even when you don't feel it, she is more likely to relax.</strong> This means her muscles won't be so tense and both of you will enjoy the session a lot more. <br />
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3. When you start to spank, choose which hand you're going to use first and make sure that it has free range of movement. You don't want to hit the wrong place or hit your hand on something else when you bring it up in the air. Also, <strong>keep your hand straight and flat, and don't think that you have to raise it too high in order to make an impact. </strong><br />
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4. <strong>Start off slow.</strong> There is definitely a difference between spanking and hitting, and a pleasure spanking isn't about inflicting pain. Spank her lightly at first, and spread it out. Don't keep striking the same place every time – remember, you have two cheeks to cover, and that can be a pretty big space! One important thing to remember is to only <strong>spank one ass cheek at a time</strong>, though – bringing your hand down on both can hurt both you and your woman. As for the area to strike, make sure you <strong>focus on the meaty area of her buttocks</strong>. Too high and you hit the tailbone – possibly causing permanent damage. Don't do that. Too low and you hit the thighs, and while advanced spankers can definitely work this area a little bit, for the beginner, it's best to focus on the area that gets you the most bang for your buck and heals quickly. After each or every few strikes, massage her buttocks for a few seconds to smooth out the sting. This has the added benefit of reassuring her that you're being careful and caring and not some maniac who likes to hit women. <br />
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5. <strong>Watch for her reactions.</strong> I understand that you may not always be able to see her face, but you will be able to see other parts of her body as well as hear her reactions. If she's moaning or whimpering in pleasure, you're doing a good job. If she's crying or screaming in pain or starts to make comments about how rough it is, you probably need to either slow down or back off entirely. One way to make this process easier is to use safe words, such as asking her to say, “yellow” when she needs you to slow down or “red” when she needs you to cease and desist immediately. <strong>Safe words don't take the place of good observational skills, but they can be another tool to help you out.</strong><br />
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6. Understand that <strong>every couple and every individual is different</strong>. It's okay to explore the world of spanking over a long period of time and get used to the dynamics as you go.<br />
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7. <strong>After the spanking, do something loving.</strong> I really cannot emphasize this enough. Yes, frequently this will involve sex or sexual activities, but it doesn't always have to. Cuddling, kissing, and reassuring words can also go a long way to reinforcing the bond between you and your partner. A better bond equals better sex and better life in general. Take the time to be caring. <br />
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<strong>More Tips:</strong><br />
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* While many people automatically think of bare bottoms when they think of spanking, you can certainly try it for the first time or two while clothed. Just make it something not too thick, with nothing in the clothing that will dig into the skin and cause harm.<br />
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* As the spanker, you are in charge of your spankee for the duration of the session. If you keep to a repeated pattern of strokes, she may start to anticipate it. By changing it up throughout the session, you not only keep it fresh but remind her that you're in control. <br />
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* Try pausing in the middle of the spanking to tease her. After taking a moment to rub her buttocks and possibly her thighs, dip your hand or a few fingers between her legs and tease her pussy for a moment before resuming strikes.<br />
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* Talking to her while you're spanking can definitely make the experience more erotic and enjoyable. Teasing her by giving her details about how beautiful she looks across your lap with her red bottom and what you want to do with her when you've finished spanking can heighten her sensitivity and awareness even more. And remember, the more turned on your woman is, the better the sex between you will be!<br />
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Continuing on in our Spanking Week, today's feature is a review of the 2002 movie Secretary, starring Maggie Gyllenhaal and James Spader. And of course, that's the movie trailer :-)<br />
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I love this movie. The first time I watched it, I started it about 12:30 at night. I only intended to watch a few minutes before I went to bed. I ended up watching until I literally could not keep my eyes open anymore and fell asleep. When I got up in the morning, I started it again from the beginning so I could make sure that I got the whole story :-)<br />
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Secretary is the story of Lee Holloway, a younger child from a dysfunctional family whose just been released from a mental institution. As she tries to find her way in the world, she is able to take a job as a secretary in a lawyer's office -- the lawyer is Mr. Grey. <br />
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Both of the main characters start the movie off as "weak", screwed up people, although sympathetic. Lee is a cutter; Mr. Grey is a bit of an oddball who is revolted by his own sexual arousal at Lee's submissive behavior.<br />
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During the course of their working relationship, Lee and Mr. Grey begin a BDSM-esque sort of relationship. It seems to be benefitting them both (and definitely Lee, as Mr. Grey is able to cure her of cutting herself) when Mr. Grey suddenly stops. Cold turkey. Through her unwavering love and submission, Lee is at length able to convince him that a 24x7 BDSM relationship is, in fact, for them, and the final scenes depict their married life. <br />
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I've tried not to give too much content away, since I really believe you ought to rent the movie or look it up online and try it out for yourself. In keeping with Spanking Week, there are several spanking scenes in it (and personally, I can relate to the one in which Lee tries to spank herself -- it just doesn't work!) that can turn you on :-)<br />
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I also have to say that I've noticed a few reviews in blogosphere that found it to be a bit offensive that the main characters were such flawed people. The biggest part of that opinion seemed to be that it still implies that people who indulge in or need kink aren't normal, everyday folks. My personal take on this is that if the movie had been made with "normal" people, it wouldn't have been as dramatic and probably wouldn't have been made. It's a movie.... and on film many things seem to be exaggerated. Plus, I like how it can show the healing power of kink -- because that certainly is part of the kinky dynamic that can be explored by many people with real problems. <br />
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Happy viewing!Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-60060139856449571702010-11-08T17:04:00.001-05:002010-11-08T17:10:14.765-05:00Spanking Week 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz02mlEH3ulEQUBbVHLXS18y6dMjOq5exOHz3_SbahpI4o1hayH5x-jnezj11jgQQP8cF0jIPZtswfhJ0BNhxpGuwAHczGVXoYq-vCdJtcriymo-8NLDpaWXZrS5JhEtPh45BCeYq4B38/s1600/ad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz02mlEH3ulEQUBbVHLXS18y6dMjOq5exOHz3_SbahpI4o1hayH5x-jnezj11jgQQP8cF0jIPZtswfhJ0BNhxpGuwAHczGVXoYq-vCdJtcriymo-8NLDpaWXZrS5JhEtPh45BCeYq4B38/s320/ad.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><br />
Welcome to Spanking Week 2010!<br />
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I've been thinking about how I'm going to organize my postings. Especially when I get really into thinking about something, there's a lot more than I can say in one post. (Heck, I am definitely a spanko – there's more than I could say in a year of postings, let alone a week!) So I'm going to use a themed week sort of system and see how it goes. <br />
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Obviously this week's theme is Spanking; next week I'm going to focus on the G-Spot. If you have any topics you'd like to see me cover, lemme know in the comments and I'll see what I can do :-)<br />
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In my mind, for all intents and purposes, there are three kinds of spankings: pleasure spankings, punishment spankings, and punishment spankings you'd give a child. I'm not going into the third option here; for anyone interested in the politics of it I'll put a link in at the bottom. <br />
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Pleasure spankings are just that – pleasurable. All sorts of people can enjoy them, whether you're into any sort of kinky stuff or not. I read recently that as many as 40% of Americans embrace spanking in some shape or form... I'm guessing that this spans the scale of what qualifies as spanking, from the occasional little “love tap” to the rear to a hardcore domestic discipline or BDSM type scenario. The ass is definitely an erogenous zone for many people, so the combined slaps and rubs (or one or the other) can often really work for you in getting your partner aroused and ready for more. I'll feature a how to spank later this week for pleasure spankings :-) <br />
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Punishment spankings aren't directly pleasurable in and of themselves, although they can certainly arouse pleasure or lead to a pleasurable outcome. This is where the waters get muddied! Usually these are seen when there is some sort of more formal arrangement, and both parties have agreed to the spanking. Even though I definitely understand how some people would think that this is abuse, the truth is, for many people it can be a very healing experience. <br />
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Take myself, for instance. (I didn't create this blog to play show and tell with my private life... most of my “myself, for instances” will be pretty generic to illustrate a point...) Everyone tends to have moments in their lives when they feel like they're spiraling out of control, right? When I feel this way, a good spanking helps to set me back on the right track. It can be cathartic... you feel the pain or other emotion that you're carrying around with you rise to the surface and get released. It works the same with tears, if you're spanked hard enough to cry. Afterward, when you feel utterly empty and surrendered and safe and calm, the spankee receives aftercare from the spanker – and although there are many ways to play this scenario out, it could possibly consist of rubbing some sort of lotion or salve into the bottom, being held and comforted, or even loving, devoted sex. <br />
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What about you? Have you incorporated spanking in a big or small way into your sexual activities? Let me know in the comments! <br />
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If you're interested in a few links, here you go:<br />
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<a href="http://kids.lovetoknow.com/wiki/Spanking_Children">Pros and Cons for Parents</a> (about corporal punishment for their children)<br />
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<a href="http://bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/">My Bottom Smarts </a> (a wonderful spanking blog I just found yesterday - and full of links to others)<br />
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PS- This post kinda sucks. Sorry about that... but I can't put up the rest until I have some sort of intro written, right? I may end up rewriting it :-) Oh! And I found the picture <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deathcube9/256070256/">here</a>.Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076826604689265524.post-19106025555278126892010-11-06T08:00:00.000-04:002010-11-06T08:00:06.389-04:00Dictionary: SnowblowingWelcome to the new feature (well, they're all new features, aren't they?) on Sex with Ida Virgin: a sex dictionary! Every week I'm going to take a lesser known sexual term and define it. Suggestions are welcome, since I honestly have no clue which definition I'll be posting next :-)<br />
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I heard this week's term from the movie “Stepmom”.<br />
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Me and my cousin used to watch it all the time when we were little; it was definitely one of our favorite movies. There's a scene in which Julia Roberts is comforting her stepdaughter about being picked on by boys at school. She coaches Anna on what to say to the guy, mentioning the term “snowblowing” briefly in passing. The term is never explained in the movie, and it used to drive me and my cousin absolutely up the wall that we didn't know what it meant. <br />
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Now that I know, it's not such a big deal. Personally, I don't see the appeal...but to each their own, right? <br />
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Snowblowing : When a person gives oral sex to a man until he ejaculates in his/her mouth. After ejaculation, the man and the person kiss, sharing the ejaculate between their mouths. <br />
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Another definition is when a man or a woman snorts cocaine off of a man's penis and then gives him oral sex. <br />
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This term is also called snowballing.Ida Virginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14888025365178408948noreply@blogger.com0