Erotophoria

I have a confession for you.

My neck is sore, and not from studying! Last night I got tied up and tossed around like a rag doll by a cute little Asian woman with very skillful hands. Over and again, I aimed blows at her face with my battle hardened fists, yet I couldn’t land one. She’d dodge my quick strikes, wrap herself around me, and drop me face first onto the floor. And, as if my attempts to break her body with the force of my own wasn’t enough, she’d encircle her arms around my neck, causing asphyxiation, like a python squeezing the life from its prey before a feast.

Don’t think I’m complaining. I enjoyed every moment. Even though I hurt now, it was worth it.

Its finals week for this California, college hippie, and during hectic times like these I relish in consensual, aggressive fun with people I trust. And pleasurable pain through practicing martial arts is my chosen way to release tensions.

I’m sure this is one more reason why my friends often describe me as a tad bit “unusual” but I enjoy the abuse. There’s a certain intimacy that develops between people who knowingly give and receive pain to one another in a way that’s both respectful and desired. We can tie each other up with our limbs, force each other into submissive postures, wail on muscle hardened flesh and otherwise do things to each other we couldn’t get away with on the streets - and all with the feeling that we’re helping one another.

I especially enjoy aggressive play with this sexy and petite Asian chick. When she wraps her arms around me, presses her petite breasts into my back and squeezes my neck between her arms until I’m forced into submission, I often get aroused. I can’t help it. It’s an exhilarating feeling to be in such a vulnerable position, yet still trust her with my life. Even though we’re fighting, and so I’m supposed to resist until I’ve been beaten, I enjoy getting lost in the moment by giving up complete control of my breath to this skillful young woman.

It’s not all fun though. I do have one problem with this often arousing relationship - this misleadingly small bodied woman, with iron hands and a vice-like grip, is an outspoken lesbian. And her often aggressive reactions to my flirtatious personality don’t help my awkward attraction.

Even though she’s not a character in my recent, and just slightly exaggerated, little piece of auto-biographical eroticism, my lesbian bitch sex story, she is the reason I felt compelled to share. It was because of her forceful hands, which are skillfully adept at giving me pleasurable pain, that I was inspired by nostalgic feelings.

While discussing my recent lesbian bitch sex story with Simon, owner of The XLog, an adult blog I like to frequent, I mentioned my appreciation for asphyxiation. The dark lord of fetish sex agreed that my not-so-innocent little kink is an especially flavorful one, and being the connoisseur of painful pleasures, he turned me onto an article about erotic asphyxiation.

If you didn’t catch the link before, and you’re considering breathe play, Click Here to read more about safer practices when performing erotic asphyxiation. This is not a request. Erotic asphyxiation should not be done without a few guidelines.

For those of you who already know the pleasures of breathe control play, here’s a tasty little treat for you: some pics of a boss lady rough handling her submissive gal.

Also, if you wonder why I describe Simon as the Dark Lord of Fetish Sex, it’s because he always seems to know about every kind of kink you can find at places like The Fetish Club.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to rub a peppermint aroma, herbal balm into my neck before I scamper off to bed, perform another kind of relieving rub, and fantasize about an angry lesbian bitch.

Pleasant erotic dreamings,

~Virgohippy

I’m working on a sex story. I thought I’d share it with you, my lovelies. Though it may seem purely an erotic fantasy spurned on by imaginative desire it is inspired by a true story.

Will you read it for me?

She always wore a black leather jacket, tight pants, and a hard ass expression on her face that could make a seasoned war veteran cringe. She was one of those bull dyke lesbian chicks, complete with short cropped hair, a nose and brow piercing, a thin metal chain dangling about her wide goddess hips, and an attitude towards men that screamed, “Don’t even think about it, bitch.” She was completely hands off to anyone with a penis. But I didn’t care. I lusted after her something fierce, all the same.

I’d try to hide my unrelenting desire to ravish her naked body in plain site by flirting with her like I would everything that walked on two legs. Which basically meant I’d push things as far as I could get away with… then I’d push just a tiny bit more.

Don’t get me wrong, I always believed her when she said she was exclusive to pussy… I’d seen her kiss and grope other girls with a genuine passion too many times not to. She just didn’t seem to mind my outrageous and superficial advances.

“What are you doing?” she mocked, almost indicating a shock response as my dexterous hands quickly wrapped themselves around her plump breasts.

“Oh, don’t mind me. I seem to have lost my boobs, and I noticed yours look very familiar. They’re just so beautiful I had to make sure they weren’t mine.”

“Uh… I’m pretty fucking sure…”

“Shh… I’m concentrating,” I whispered, eyes closed, while my thumb and index fingers searched for her nipples – which became much easier when they decided to peak through her shirt, nice and erect.

“Oh, no… these aren’t mine. When your erect nipples come to attention they’re far more pretty then mine. Sorry for the mix up.” I smiled sweet, pulled my hands away, and patted her on the butt.

“Thank you?” she said, with one poignantly thin eye-brow raised.

“Any time,” I said, before I winked at her, and continued to talk about whatever non-sense was on my mind at the time.

They really were beautiful breasts. I can’t think of a more delicious pair of big juggies then the busty fun bags on my hardcore bull dyke. Especially when she wore low-cut white under-shirts, without a bra, that let her bosom practically fall out. Her’s were breasts worth fantasizing about – worthy of lazy afternoons filled with lotion covered hands and an active erotic imagination. But then, the forbidden fruit always does seem tastier then what’s in the picnic basket, eh?

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Tags: bitch, desire, dyke, erotic fantasy, lesbian, oral sex, orgasm, sex story

What better way to promote peace then with the ultimate in good vibrations? The Global Day of Orgasm is on December 22. How will you celebrate? I know how I will: multiple times.

I couldn’t help but giggle in delight when I first heard the news about this new sex movement, it was so perfectly aligned with my own personal interests. A few weeks ago I was listening to my favorite public radio station, probably working with some arousing erotica images, when I heard about a bunch of peace-nicks organizing a global outreach unlike anything I’d ever known before - a rally of a truly unique nature, harkening back to Lennon’s week in bed with Yoko and a more recent movement in social sexual activism in which a group of women revealed their naked bodies, laid down on a sandy beach and spelled out the word “Peace.”

The idea behind this soon to be sexual revolution is simple: rather then gather together and form a group-self-ass-making-session at some noisy and potentially destructive rally these brilliant folks want to remind us that peace must come from the heart. And to strengthen those tranquil feelings, necessary in oneself to bring about significant change, we should all resonate together in one massive, orgasmic sensation.

I love the idea, personally. I can’t think of a better way to superficially solve all the world’s problems then to participate in the largest orgy ever imagined. I can’t wait to help strengthen my own resolve to keep peace then with positive reinforcement, and experience waves of pleasure right beside each and every person on this one planet, the same gift of Gaia that we all share.

Confession time: I can’t claim to be original in sharing this information with all you lovelies. In my daily obligations as a business hippie I almost forgot about this soon to be favorite holiday of mine. I’ve been neglecting my outreaching skills, and for that I apologize. If any of you are already readers of Simon’s often informative eros blog, The XLog, then you should already know about this epic event. Thanks for the reminder Simon - you saved this hippy’s soul.

I already know how I’m going to celebrate, although I’m still not sure exactly who I’m going to invite to this intimate little festivity I’m planning. I’m certainly glad I have such a noteworthy reason to apply my most cherished skills.

My only question is this: if I give and recieve many, many orgasms on the Global Orgasm Day, will that make me a better peace activist?

Much love to all of you,

And blessings on your many orgasms,

~Virgohippy

Laughter is good for you. It boosts the immune system, increases oxygen levels in the blood, raises energy levels, promotes good health, and most importantly, laughter is sexy! I don’t know ’bout ya’ll, but I just love being around people who are cheerful and playful. In fact, flirtation and laughter are probably the surest ways to get into my pants… aside from quick fingers, of course.

I love a woman who’s not afraid to let herself go and proclaim to the universe that she’s completely uninhibited with some infectious guffaws. Similarly, I can never get enough of funny men who can bring tears to my eyes with elaborate jokes, and who are confident enough to humiliate themselves in public. When I hear someone become completely absorbed in the humor of a moment it’s easy for me to imagine them being equally expressive in the bedroom.

But it’s a shame so few of us find the time to let loose with belly clenching guffaws. Check out this statistic:

“By the time a child reaches nursery school, he or she will laugh about 300 times a day. Adults laugh an average of 17 times a day.” “Science of Laughter” Discovery Health

It’s tough to find the time to laugh. With all my daily obligations to fulfill, and dealing with assholes… it’s hard to find a reason to laugh! And I know I’m not alone in this.

So, in an effort to make all you even more sexy people, I’m on a hunt for humorous adult stuff. I’ll start with this funny Asian style porn blooper I found over at a friends blog. It’s both sexy, and belly clenchingly entertaining.

Ya’ll are more then welcome to help the cause too. If you’ve got something funny to share, by all means, please do! I know I always laugh harder when the fun is shared.

~Virgohippy