Erotophoria

Ladies, I have something to confess: when you roll in the sheets with me for the first time I am not the ultra-confident, sexually enlightened being I like to present to most people. I rarely orgasm with other people.

I shake and quiver with nervous excitement, and my hands frequently change their mind. I can become so completely absorbed in feeling every inch of you from the inside I might forget to orgasm… and I won’t be free enough to help give you one either. And worst of all, once inside, I’m prone to forget my length and breadth. To be completely honest, I might cause you lingering pain by knocking on your back wall more then a few times.

I’m shy and akward, but not every time. I’m a virgo. I need to be a virgin lover with you at least once. It’s my way. Some of you have told me I’m pathetic. Others, a very few others, have been around long enough to say it’s sweet.

Either way, it doesn’t matter, it’s misleading.

I’m still like a boy now with a new lover. But unlike the boy I used to be, with a woman I know, a woman with whom I am confident, I am a man.

Sweet dreams,

~Virgohippy

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

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