Bearing in mind the discomfort I have been in from my kidney infection as a result of some over-enthusiastic sexual relations, the pictures of what sex looks like helped to explain quite a lot, especially about the relationship between the clitoris, the gspot, and the urethra.

But watching that interaction, the way that penis slides purposefully into its groove, I realised how much I missed that sensation. The feeling of having my man inside me, completing me.

I could come to terms with my fear of penetration because I wanted him more than I feared the pain. He has taken no ‘in sickness and in health’ vows but he has been so patient in nursing me back to health. Giving me space when I needed it and tending to me when I required tlc.

The concern on his face when he commented on how much better I look made me understand just how ill I had been. He has seen me at my worst and still wants to be with me. And, more than that, throughout the teething problems of my fledgeling business, he has been there – supporting and helping and just being my partner.

We have been together almost continually over the last six weeks and we knew that it was always going to be make or break. Really testing whether what we have can survive in the real world and the thought of going back to the reality of our separation next week fills me with dread. The thought of not having him in the same room. His absence and the empty space beside me. I just don’t want to think about it. And neither does he.

We have established a connection that is so much a part of both of us and the ability to verbalise it to each other without embarrassment or fear of rejection is something that I have never experienced before. Sure, it’s not all roses, there are moments of grumpiness but these are so outnumbered by expressions of affection that they can be expunged as unimportant.

The knowledge that I feel for this man equally as strongly as he loves me makes me walk around with a permanent smile on my face.

Sliding into bed and snuggling up to his warm body, I squeezed his hip with my palm and released the cataclysm of his need. The rolling waves of his passion engulfed me in hot breath and the panting frothiness of returned desire.

The sound of my own shrill gasping echoing around my head as he satisfied several weeks of repressed lust, a vocal reflection of the certain knowledge that this man is going to be in my life for better, for worse and forever.

Then, when my climax triggered his own orgasm, we collapsed into each other, holding tight onto the last vestiges of that interaction as our breathing returned to normal. Whispering sweet nothings, stroking and just revelling in the closeness.

I’m not quite sure what I was doing for the previous three decades but this really is intimacy.

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This post, In Sickness and In Health Vows, originally appeared on Having My Cake and Eating It Too on September 6, 2010.

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

The Rules – She squirmed in her chair as if impaled there by my finger slowly pushing in and out. “But I can tell you that on our third date, I want something a lot bigger than your finger in me.”

Consensual Nonconsent - He told me he was going to do whatever he wanted to me, and he wanted me to not give consent. He wanted to take it from me. He wanted me to say no, and the less l liked something the harder it would make him.

Love and light – So I move on, not as a submissive, but as the smart mature strong woman that I know that I am.  I will credit him with changing me.  Changing the way I see myself.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Confessional: Annual Reminder – In the dark, in the car, in the parking lot of a somewhat posh store, he got a fantastic blowjob as uptight conservatives drove past us.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

What’s Been Eating Emmy - A yearly test is good for most, but if you find you are playing with a larger than usual number of people, go get retested.  Put yourself and your future partners mind at ease.

See also: Pleasurists #92 and #93 for all your sex toy review needs.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationship

Adventures in Buttsex
Beginner Anal Positions
Clever Slut
Ever Changing
Jane Says: Take A2M Precautions
The Big Poly Secret – The Kreplit Famine
The P-Spot is the New Male Orgasm
Vaginal Cosmetic Surgery
What is Love?

Erotic Writing

“…is Hard to Do”
Bathroom Blowjobs
Dance of The Veil(Erotic Fiction Writing)
Erotica: A “Break In” – Fantasy pt1
Foreplay – An Erotic Beginning
Her Birthday
In Plain Sight…
Just a Friend
Loki At Play
Lydia and the Wrong Stockings
my turn
Mike & Jenny In The Bookstore
Need
On Fucking Jesus
Poem
School Detention
Trust Me
The Ordeal (Part Three)
The Heat of the Moment
The Closet
The Lioness
The Belt
The Brazilian
The Show
Voyeur ISO….

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

A New Day
Interview with Athena Hollow of Geek Girls Online
KSL’s 2nd Anniversary
My Evening Out
What Happened?

Kink & Fetish

A Drink and A Smoke
Begging, Pleading
Basement
Dangerous Rope
Day 1- Define Your Kinky Self
How To Find A Mistress
I’m Here, I’m Queer???
Kissing, is all
Leash
Punishment and an Ominous Chain
The Maid and the Jewels
Temple
the 2nd night with the Farmer
Total orgasmic destruction
What FetLife Has Done

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This post, e[lust] #19, originally appeared on Having My Cake and Eating It Too on September 5, 2010.

The first thing you notice is the beautiful presentation. In a hinged black case emblazoned with ‘NJoy’, it looks like an expensive jewellery box, and opens to reveal a shocking pink satin lining that sets off the silver toy embedded within. It looks magnificent and when you withdraw it from its nest, the feel of it in your palm is just divine. Cool and weighty. A harbinger of the delights to follow.

Both wands are both beautifully crafted pieces of kit in 316 grade shiny polished stainless steel with the Fun Wand being lighter than the Pure at 340g, although it’s heavy enough that you really would not want to drop it on your foot.

The ball at the head of the 8.5 inch long ‘S’ is an inch in diameter and three inches in circumference, specifically designed to hit either the G Spot or the P Spot. At the other end, the three graduated, slightly pointed balls range from three-quarters of an inch at the tip to one inch further into the curve, specifically designed to help it slip in and out of the sphincter muscle with exquisite ease.

The steel can be heated in warm water or cooled in the fridge for an extra edge to the sensation but we are advised not to put it in the freezer.

Keeping the tool clean after the fun stuff is a doddle because the steel is so smooth and non-porous and can be fully submerged in warm water but, again, there is a special proviso about not using abrasives as these will scratch the beautiful shine.

I think the thing I remember most is the way it can be used in conjunction with cunnilingus. My lover’s lips and tongue licking away at my sweet nothings whilst his hand used the Wand to beat a tattoo on my G Spot that had me reeling and squealing to a climax in no time.

And then turning me over to apply the other end to my pert derriere. Taking his time over the insertion of each little ball – the point of the tip facilitating the initial entry, through the medium sized slightly elongated ball and then the piece de resistance of the largest, roundest knobble.

The nJoy Fun Wand may be expensive, but it’s worth every penny to be on the receiving end of such a beautifully designed and effortlessly efficient device.

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This post, nJoy Wand, originally appeared on Having My Cake and Eating It Too on September 4, 2010.

For myself, inevitably, underneath my regular clothes, there would be some nice underwear – a basque with matching thong or his favourite holdups – and I would let his attention dwell on that, rather than any pouting or preening on my part. I’m just not really a natural performer, especially when sober.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the silky feel of lingerie on my skin, particularly when it has been unfastened and is sliding off. The problem with basques is that getting those hooks undone when they’re round the back doesn’t always look particularly sexy. It’s a bit of an uncomfortable twist to undo those.

It’s always nice to watch the reaction of the man on the screen or bed as you hide all your best bits, before revealing them a little flash at a time. Teasing, tempting and taunting. Guaranteed to elicit an obvious response in your audience, no matter how inexperienced your stripping skills.

Ruf is more of a poser. He gives good pout as he slides down the elastic of his boxers, flirting as he almost exposes and then withdraws.

I was reminded of him when I saw this video… until it got to the end.

A strip gone wrong.

Enjoy!

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This post, Strip Gone Wrong, originally appeared on Having My Cake and Eating It Too on September 3, 2010.

If you look at a steak, you can see the white connective tissue adhering to the red meat. That’s fascia. It connects and weaves in and around the entire skeleton and sometimes it just gets really tight due to trauma, inflammatory responses, surgical procedures, overuse, or inactivity creating Myofascial restrictions which can put huge pressure on the organs/muscles underneath, creating further tension. It’s easier to understand if you imagine surgery and then the formation of the scar. When the fascia has been cut, it needs to heal and, being such an elastic tissue, it doesn’t always just knit together cleanly. Sometimes it can start adhering to the underneath of the scar tissue of the skin above, causing a puckering which can be felt in other connected parts of the body. So, for me, the fascia that was caught behind my caesarean scar had a sort of tethering effect and was actually pulling my shoulders forwards and down and I needed to start massaging it regularly to try to release the tension.

Myofascial release is the application of gentle pressure on the area until it relaxes. It’s a bit like sports massage where the practitioner sticks his elbow or thumb directly into the tight part of the muscle until the brain is persuaded to relax the tension.

Rather than get massaged every day, the physio recommended using a foam roller, both to stretch out my out out-of-shape torso and apply gentle pressure to the tight areas.

Lying with the roller horizontally under my shoulder blades I had to put my palms behind my head and then push back to try to touch my elbows to the ground – but without arching my back. It took a long time to be able to get anywhere near the ground. Then I could roll it up and down my back to release the tension around my shoulder blades.

It’s also great for stretching out and releasing the fascia behind tight calf and thigh muscles which are impeding the work of the hamstrings. Just put your legs across it and start rolling it backwards and forwards up and down your legs. It works anywhere that there is tension. You can lie on it on your side to work the top of your thigh and the glutes that lie beside gluteus maximus (I think it’s gluteus medius) and are responsible for the rotation of the hip joint. Hurts like hell but does wonders for loosening off any tightness.

And, if you have back problems, you can just lie with it up your spine – as illustrated – and listen to the clunks as your back realigns. Bliss!

I’ve had a pretty difficult few weeks with illness. I did drag myself to one gentle yoga class but it was really hard work and I decided to allow myself more time to recuperate. Sadly, three gentle couplings with Ruf spread over two days and I found myself with cystitis symptoms again, even though I had only just finished a course of antibiotics. So, I have an appointment booked with the doctor and I’m going to ask to get my wee tested for candida to see if it is that little organism which is causing these recurring infections.

I’ve been on the special diet for nine months now and I did have things under control. Well, until I spent three entire weeks with Ruf and we were at it almost every day. Clearly, my girlie bits just can’t cope with repeated regular poundings and maybe we will have to rethink our lovemaking to take account of this.

It seems so unfair that I discover the effectiveness of my G Spot, only to see the possibility of using it diminish.

I hate being punished for taking my pleasure.

If only I could use my foam roller to get some myofascial release on my bladder!

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This post, HNT: Foam Roller Myofascial Release, originally appeared on Having My Cake and Eating It Too on September 2, 2010.

Wikipedia also listed some ‘incidents’.

The Sinead O’Connor Saturday Night Live protest against child abuse within the Catholic Church. In the rehearsal she held up a picture of an African child but, live, decided to be a little more contentious. There is a three minute version of the full song but, despite being a fabulous singer, her a capella version of ‘War’ is still a bit harsh on the ear, so I have reproduced just the ending to allow you to see what actually happened.

Wikipedia also mentions the famous Ashlee Simpson Saturday Night Live gaffe where she appeared to sing ‘Pieces of Me’ live but when she started to perform her second song, a pre-recorded track of ‘Pieces of Me’ began to play. She looked uncomfortable and unsure of what to do as they band played on. She jigged about nervously for a bit and then sort of meandered off the stage. And, at the end of the show, attempted to explain herself – with Jude Law’s help.

There is also talk about an incident between Rage Against The Machine and Steve Forbes but the only video evidence seems to have some legal issues attached so, discretion being the better part of valour, I shall not reproduce that here.

In the UK, we did have our own versions of both Saturday Live Friday Night Live – the former following the SNL format of guest hosts, the latter compered solely by Ben Elton – and featuring the best of British comedy.

From those shows emerged a wealth of budding talent – Harry Enfield’s ‘Stavros’ and ‘LoadsAMoney’ spring immediately to mind. He went on to get his own show and the movie spin-offs from those were the hideous but hysterical teenagers, Kevin and Perry. As the parent of such a male specimen, I appreciate these films far more these days.

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This post, Movie Clip Wednesday: Sinead O’Connor Saturday Night Live, originally appeared on Having My Cake and Eating It Too on September 1, 2010.

So many parents just don’t want to take responsibility for raising their kids. Some people seem to expect the schools to keep their progeny in line and ensure that they get good grades without the grown ups closest to them actually having to put in any effort at home. To make a child sit down and complete homework or actually get out of bed to attend class in the first place requires a certain amount of confrontation and enforcement.

Too many adults just don’t want to have to deal with any of the more unpleasant activities associated with parenting and it’s far easier to kick up a stink at the school’s ineptitude than actually remonstrate with their own offspring.

Some schools are fighting back… and more power to them.

You can play it without sound as there are subtitles.

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This post, School Answering Machine Message, originally appeared on Having My Cake and Eating It Too on August 31, 2010.