Erotophoria

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