Erotophoria

I recently got a Netflix subscription, and I must say I’m very pleased. I immediately rented my three favorite movies and got them in two days. Already my list of future arrivals is longer then my list of recent outdoor sex sessions - they just kept reading my mind, showing me exactly what I wanted to see. It wasn’t until I had watched more then a handful of flicks in a little over a week that I got a sudden burst of inspiration.

I’m sure you know where I’m going with this:

Sadly, I was sorely disappointed when all I could find was sex documentaries and commentaries on the social effects and history of pornography. So it was with a heavy heart that I added them to my list, downtrodden by the failure of my newest personal fad because of “family values” run amok.

Remember the days when good, old-fashioned home grown, mom and pop video rental stores used to have all kinds of obscure titles? Remember the closeted sections in the back? That secret vault of sin hidden behind the shaded door? I sure as hell do!

Like many small businesses today, those small houses filled with lots of interesting wonders have been squashed out by big corporations with deep pockets and a “catch all” blind understanding of the consumer’s wants and needs.

Now it seems the only redemption for us true appreciators of high quality porn movies is the internet. Not that I mind having such a wide variety of high quality porn movies websites - my personal favorite is Upper Class Video - I just miss knowing who to turn to for advice on quality porn video viewing!

Okay, I’m rambling a bit here, but the bottom line is this: with companies like Blockbuster editing our movies to meet conservative values - values which don’t help me live my live any better - we need a company that can cater to an adult audience, an audience who’s not afraid of sex, an audience who likes to rent erotic DVDs!

Blockbuster, you are not the company for me!

Netflix, I love you, your video rating/suggestion system is wicked awesome, and you can read my mind better then any lover I’ve ever had, but shit, man, you’ve already got my credit card number! You know I’m a legal fucking adult! Can’t you hear the needy whispers in my mind? Do you not understand that I’m telling you I want porn!

Give me porn movies!

If you don’t give me what I want… well… I’ll still love you anyway.

Grr…

I guess I’ll just have to continue to enjoy porn on my computer…

I really shouldn’t go on rants about porn like this.

Pleasant erotic dreamings,

~Virgohippy

Follow Up: DVD Rentals for Us Adults

I’d like to share with you how I’ve learned to achieve more powerful orgasms with a few masturbation techniques and a Fleshlight.

Sounds tempting, eh?

I haven’t posted lately, and at the request of a few lovelies, I figured I’d illuminate a bit about one of my favorite subjects after I give my poor excuse for not posting.

As is a common Virgo habit, I’ve given myself too much work this winter break - I’m hoping to get a lot done before school starts up again but in the meantime I’ve had little time for fun… well, except for exploring masturbation techniques and enjoying the necessary orgasms I experience with my Fleshlight. But once the semester starts I should have interesting thoughts and experiences to share. With school comes social networking and with social networking cums… you get the idea, I’m sure.

Before I begin, if you don’t know what the Fleshlight craze is all about Click Here. (Link opens in a new window) When you’ve got a basic understanding, come back here and I’ll reveal a few nifty masturbation techniques.

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Do you have any idea how hard it is to get in a full session of self-appreciation when family is around every bend? I’m not talking about quick masturbation, devoid of all the rich pleasures that foreplay enhances, that’s easy enough to get in daily showers before anyone else is awake. I’m talking about languid episodes of slow waxing arousal, rich with vivid fantasies, gentle caresses, and throaty moans unconsciously coupled to the deepest orgasm sensations.

Under normal circumstances, I pride myself on my ability to experience earth shattering convulsions of pleasure multiple times a day with tantric infused masturbation techniques. It’s easy with my careful conservation of youthful vigor through exercise and wholesome foods. But what good is the ability to give myself many powerful orgasms if I’m unable to do it!

Over the past few weeks I almost feel as though I’ve been in a constant state of torture! If I wasn’t with so many loved ones, it might have been torture. With the constant buzzing about to and from various family members’ houses during this past holiday season - if it wasn’t my parents, then it was the grandparents’, or the other grandparents’, or the uncle’s, or the aunt’s (OI) - it’s been difficult for this otherwise ravenous hippy to experience enough orgasms.

I won’t even get into how hard it was not to flirt like crazy with all the young, beautiful women who regularly enter into my family members’ lives under the auspices of being a “family friends.”

Although, I have to admit, a bit of half-serious flirtation really does wonders to help make people feel welcome… did I say half? Maybe seven eighths would have been better.

Anyway… now that I’m home my pretty little pecker and I have been quite the busy little pair. Seems my Fleshlight hasn’t spent a dry moment yet. (Pst - I strongly suggest the pink lady with the wonder wave texture - she’s a real treat. ) Maybe I should share some of my masturbation techniques that I’ve discovered with my soft, squishy, insatiable little pink orgasm delight?

And now that my rant is over, I’d like to apologize for my absence lately, my lovelies. But, believe me, I have been punished. If you don’t feel so then you try going for weeks on end with an orgasm deficit!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of catching up to do. I’ve been neglecting my friends’ erotic blogs too. Maybe to make amends for my lack of posting during the holiday season I should sift out the finest posts on my friends’ blogs and present them for you… just in case you’ve been as busy as me lately.

Pleasant erotic dreamings,

~Virgohippy

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

Whatever happened to the natural woman, complete with pubic hair? She’s a myth, that’s what! A figment of my Hippie Goddess starved erotic imagination! When I first started licking pussy, the furry beaver was already an endangered species, and now they’re nearly extinct.

I heard talk from one of those people who actually knew what sex was back in the 80’s (I was still ditching my diapers, running around naked in the backyard back then) that pink pubes were quite the secret fad. He calls himself Simon, runs a blog called The XLog… anyway… he asked, “What Color Are Your Pubes?”

Did I miss something here? Women actually have pubic hair?

Okay, granted, a few natural wonders out there aren’t afraid to let their pubic hair grow, and embrace Gaia’s blessings with the natural hirsute style, like Isobel or Justine, but they’re too few and far between. I can count the number of hairy pussies I’ve licked on one hand! I feel like I’m missing out on something… the hippie in me doesn’t know whether to weep, or cry out!

If we’re not careful we may lose the endagered species, the wild furry beaver, forever! We need to organize ourselves, stage protests, stop the razors, or something!

Maybe I’m nuts, but in this crazy world where teeth bleaching, pill popping, and inner-city SUV driving have all become acceptable practices I can’t help but hold firm to one bastion of Gaia’s promises: when women become sexually mature they grow hair!

Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore a woman who entices me with the promise of letting me lick her pussy, but what’s a little hair between lovers? Hell, anything’s better then stubble burns! Honestly, how can I call myself a lover and expect a woman to grind a sharp object across her most sensitive of holy places, yank her nerve laden feelers from her flesh, or spread some poisonous cream over her delicious skin, just so she can feel worthy of my lapping?

I’m sorry ladies, but those commercial advertisements that assault you with solutions to “unwanted” body hair have got it all wrong. It’s not a privilege for you that I should relish in your slippery folds, and tasty juices. It’s a privilege to me, that you should allow me to worship on your altar of Venus, and only hope that the jubilant prayers of my lips and tongue might earn me equal devotion!

To be perfectly honest, when those soft fuzzies of yours get all wet and slippery they have a nice texture to them. And I don’t mind a few stray hairs in my teeth: I don’t floss enough anyway.

Bring back the perfect fur triangles from the 70’s Playboy mags. For God’s sake, I wasn’t there to live it the first time! Don’t let this depraved, young hippie grow up in a world where the furry beaver has become extinct in southern California, and I have to resort to looking at naked women at Hippie Goddess to feed my imagination.

Ladies, in the name of all things naturally sexy, follow Ponygirl’s Season of Naturalness lead: let your body be what it’s meant to be… if you do, I’ll gadly worship you.

~Virgohippy

I’m not sure where to start, so I’ll start in the past. She wasn’t my girlfriend, and though I just met her that didn’t keep me from silently wishing to lick her. Think of this as a taste of my commonly erotic whimsy:

“cute girl… la la la.” - that’s what you are. i can’t deny it. i have to say it.

you are cute, yes you are.

except you don’t like oral sex. and i feel sorrow, for some reason.

don’t tell me that you’ve already got a boyfriend, and that you enjoy sex with him without being feasted upon, i don’t care about that part, and i don’t want to hear it.

but you wouldn’t enjoy the flickering softness of a devoted mouth? the worship of your body with my lips and tongue? i don’t understand. i mean, i know there are people out there who don’t like being consumed… but… why? i feel like crying, like relishing in the pain of knowing that out of all the beauty in this world which can be appreciated this one simple pleasure… you don’t enjoy it?

i am crying. perhaps it’s just wishful thinking. perhaps i simply enjoy the rapturous pleasure of consuming my partner far too much to even consider what it must be like to be with someone who wouldn’t enjoy it…

but i’ve been in relationships with people like this before. maybe that’s why i feel sore inside. maybe i’m reminded of a powerfully passionate desire allowed to fester, burning and blistering inside, tearing away into some gaping void while i yearned for the pleasure of a moan… with a taste.

a sweet softness of flesh flowing with appreciation, lovingly tickled by the unspeaking voice of my animalistice desire for your pleasure.

you would deny me this? you would leave me feeling broken inside, with the knowledge that you wouldn’t want to wrap your legs around my buried face, beg with your rocking hips, and demand from me that i not stop until you say so?

these are not false tears. they are real.

i will never understand you.

will you cry with me? or will you consider me odd… and wonder at my peculiar desire to be so consumed by a feast.

~Virgohippy