Erotic City (34 page)
Practice a sexy walk, buy a new fragrance, do some floor exercises that involve rolling your pelvis, lifting your lower back off the floor. That’s very sexy. I heard even yoga can help your sex life. It all allows you to move your hips. Heck, take a stripper class.
Then, how about talking sexy? Get over the fact that saying the words
penis
or
pussy
makes you blush. Blush on. Then think about where that came from. And why can’t we talk dirty in bed? Who said we can’t? Good girls don’t what? Well, who wants to be a good girl in bed, or on top of the kitchen counter? Silence is not golden. And please don’t be shy about telling him to move a quarter of an inch to the left. We can tell him everything else, like how to drive, and then we shut our mouths in bed. No more silent sex.
Get yourself a sex symbol voice. You don’t have to be a bimbo to sound sexy. You must have bad girl vocabulary skills. Don’t panic, I’m not saying talk like that in the office or within earshot of your kids. I’m talking about with your lover. Be able to say the right words at the right time. Tell him to take all the pussy he needs or ask him to fuck you like he’s mad at somebody. And if you don’t curse, tell him to stick his tongue so far up you that he can taste your cervix.
Cervix
is not a bad word, is it? It is? Oh, you’re gonna take some work. And why not use foreign accents in bed? Try a Hispanic voice. If you can’t speak it, speak fake Spanish. He won’t know the difference. Be different people. Fantasize, ladies, and have fun. You can even learn to breathe sexy. That can help to intensify your orgasm.
And then there’s masturbating. Did you know that most adult films are made mainly for purposes of masturbation? People please themselves through visual stimulation all the time. So, yes, rent a movie for you and your mate. Triple X-rated movies facilitate our need for fantasy, that’s why we show them on the wide screen at Erotic City. It’s healthy when used in the right way. They’re meant to be instructional. Some men watch porn flicks so they can learn from them. And some men need to learn, so please do let him watch. And I’m not talking about the movies that end just because the man shot cum. What about us? We want our pussies eaten just as much as they want their dicks sucked. Don’t we?
Now, as far as knowing what your pussy looks like, have you ever taken a hand mirror to your vagina? You have these beautiful outer lips called labia majora, and inner lips called labia minora, that protect the vaginal opening. The vagina looks like a flower, like an orchid, it’s really very pretty. Go to the hood and pull back that retractable skin that protects your own beautiful clitoris. It’s pretty in pink and the focal point of pleasure. Actually, its function is solely to induce sexual pleasure. It is your most sensitive spot. We all know we have a G-spot but I call the clit the X-spot. I love my happy clit. When it’s aroused, the clit engorges with blood and extends beyond the hood, some way beyond, like a little penis. How about the urethra? It’s below the clit and it’s the opening that we pee from. And of course we know our vaginal hole, right? It has glands called Bartholin’s that produce lubrication. And we have a portion of skin that’s between the bottom of the vulva and the anus called the perineum. It’s a smooth stretch of skin and for some it’s very sensitive. Take a minute and look at it and visualize what it looks like. Touch it and see what that feels like. Not to mention the anus. Call it an asshole, but it’s an erogenous zone. Take a minute to look at it, too. Slip an ice cube in there. Whether you want it to be an exit only is up to you. But, it’s yours.
Touch yourself, ladies. Become a sexpert in the bed, but an expert on you. You should be the biggest fan of your vagina. We’ve been taught to be ashamed of our vaginas and I, for one, love my pussy. Learn to love your body, including your pussy.
The vagina secretes a scent near the outer lips that is a sexual stimulant. It’s a true aphrodisiac. Be happy about the fact that you have your own scent. Don’t be ashamed of it. Now I’m not saying don’t keep it clean. Don’t have him come running to me if you don’t wash it. But washing it together can be a great part of foreplay. Maybe you can even let him shave
her
for you. And that’s another thing. Name her. Call her Juicy Janet or Hello Kitty. Own it like that because she belongs to you and the good thing about it is, you don’t need to have a man to enjoy her.
And let’s not forget when we plan to have sex that we can make a home-cooked meal, and light a candle, and put on sexy cucumber melon body butter, buy lavender incense, play romantic music, or put on a hot movie. Get him, or her for that matter, whatever floats your boat, and you in the mood. Watch a football game with him while wearing his favorite team jersey and no panties, with the rule that he can’t touch you until the game’s over. And pick a team. He’ll get turned on if you determine a reward for the winner. That’ll do it. Basically, don’t be afraid of your erotic fantasies. Shatter the myth. Are we ready to be more erotic? Women have wet dreams, too, you know. I’ll be back for more next time. Until then remember, condoms are a girl’s best friend. Now get going and name that sweet pussy. Ciao.
P.S. And as far as Big Booty Trudy’s intense waterworks skills go, or shall I say, Trudy’s art of female ejaculation, only 10 to 20 percent of women actually have a squirting pussy, having actually experienced the erupting expulsion that, some say, can cause you to cry, just from the sheer, intense, erotic pleasure it brings. It really does feel like you’re going to pee on yourself, but making yourself comfortable, free from stress, and having a listening and patient partner, all help in learning to get past the urge to hold back, so you can let it flow. And it’s not urine. Most times it’s clear and odorless. It is a female ejaculate. If you’d like to read up on it, you can check out
http://www.the-clitoris.com/f_html/ejacula.htm
. There you can learn how to first masturbate while in the bathtub. Let me know how it goes, or cums.
LIVE YOUR SEXY DREAMS!
PYNK
PREVIEW CHAPTER
by Pynk
October 2009
1
This Is My Confession
M
y name is Miki Summers and I’m a sexaholic.”
“Hi, Miki,” the warm, smiling support group members sang in unison. The walls of the east hall meeting room of the outpatient treatment facility in Santa Monica, California, were lined with framed twelve-step traditions and Sexaholics Anonymous posters.
Cocoa brown Miki looked down at the chair as she took her seat at the same time that her best friend, Valencia, stood.
“My name is Valencia Hooks and I’m a sexaholic.”
“Hi, Valencia.”
Valencia nodded and sat, crossing her legs and clasping her sweaty hands.
A woman from the other side of the circle stood and spoke. “My name is Teela Raye and I’m a sexaholic.”
The group again gave their standard cheery reply. “Hi, Teela.”
She took her seat.
A petite, dark-skinned woman sprang to her feet. Her voice was melodic. “Hello there, everyone. I’m happy to be here.” She flashed her capped teeth. “My name is Brandi Williams and I’m a sexaholic and an alcoholic.”
“Hi, Brandi.”
Brandi bowed and then scooted her backside back into the chair, nodding her head and eyeing each member. She rocked back and forth and crossed her arms, embracing herself tightly.
The tall, redheaded support group leader spoke from her seat. “Thank you very much, newcomers. Anyone else?” She looked around along with others who scanned the room, giving time for anyone who was left out. “No? Okay.” She hugged a clipboard and a small dark blue notebook to her chest. “Welcome to Sexaholics Anonymous, or better known as SA. We at SA welcome you and appreciate the fact that you have shared a little bit of yourselves with the group. We want you to consider this group your extended family.” Dr. Rachel Cummings, the Sexaholics Anonymous counselor, crossed her thirty-four-inch legs and flashed a Colgate smile, securing a retractable pencil over her ear.
“The focus of tonight’s meeting is to familiarize you with the promise of recovery. So, first of all, right off the bat, I think it would be healthy and necessary for the new members to go ahead and get your biggest sexual act out of the way now. There has to be an admission in order to have victory over any addiction, and I know it’s scary. But, if you wouldn’t mind, please tell us the wildest thing you’ve ever done sexually. Preferably, the wildest act would not only be the one that possibly shamed you the most, but also one that you may have enjoyed the most. So, let’s think back and speak in truth without fear of judgment, shame, embarrassment, or shock. It’s time to confess. And remember, we are your new recovery family.”
The older members of the group of ten looked around at the newer ones, flashing encouraging, nudging smiles. The newer members checked each other out as if hoping someone else would step up as the first guinea pig of the night but no one budged.
Dr. Cummings spoke encouragingly, giving eyes just as friendly as her voice. “Does anyone care to go first? How about you, Miki, since you gave the first introduction? Would you please?” Dr. Cummings motioned her hands upward, encouraging a standing position.
Curly-headed Miki began to speak at the same time she stood. She hung her hands at her sides and shifted her weight to her right leg. She placed her hand on her shapely hip as her mind traveled.
“It was all about me. I didn’t care about anything else. I remember the creaking sound of footsteps in the hallway but our animalistic moans seemed to drown them out. He was tall and big and heavy, and his bulging belly needed to be lifted up to find his penis. I’d already sucked his huge dick for about thirty minutes but he didn’t ejaculate. The taste and smell of his precum stuck to my tongue while he literally pounded my flesh. I remember wishing I had a stick of gum.” A woman sitting on one side of Miki put her hand on Miki’s slender arm for comfort as Miki gave a nervous giggle along with the group. Miki paused and swallowed audibly and closed her eyes. She continued.
“As much as his body repulsed me and the smell of his sweat that dripped onto my titties was musty smelling, my vagina throbbed rapidly and took him in like I was getting away with a crime. My pussy was wetter than it had been since I was in my teens. I was dripping slippery fluid and he was turned on to the point of having a heart attack. He breathed unsteadily. He kept grunting louder and louder, and he went deeper and deeper. I kept groaning and grinding faster and faster with an urgency I’d never known. I mean, my clit felt like it was about to burst. I felt the pressure of his powerful shooting cum deep inside of me just as the bedroom door flew open. I noticed someone standing there in broad daylight, but I didn’t care. Not even about the fact that it was Adore, my younger sister, who had just absorbed an eyeful of our carnal fucking. Not even the fact that the man who had just shot his sperm deep inside of me was paralyzed with fear. He froze. I didn’t care.
“I didn’t care enough to cease my panicky grind or downshift my pleasure-filled grunts. As I said, it was all about me . . . getting off. I spewed my cum while my clitoris clenched repeatedly until I slowed down to the stillness of busted reality.
“My baby sister said, ‘Not with my husband, Miki. Not with my Tommy.’ She yelled with watery eyes and shaky hands. I lay there almost giving her a look like she had the nerve to dare interrupt. I pulled the covers over my body and scooted back. She called me a bitch and a whore and ran out. He ran out after her, just as naked as he was when we lay down. I sat back and lay still. Maybe it was out of shame, but I ended up taking a one-hour nap and then went to work like nothing had ever happened.” Miki simply opened her eyes and stopped talking. Her brown skin was flushed. The members were silent as if maybe she wasn’t quite finished. It was like the video player in her mind simply stopped. She sat down. She flashed a glimmer of her right dimple and her chest rose and fell.
“Very good, Miki,” Dr. Cummings said. “That must weigh heavily on you for perhaps feeling as though you betrayed your sister. We’ll speak on that as we go along, and we’ll help you work through the feelings involved. Very good. Next.”
Tall and brown Valencia came to a stance, looking down at her friend Miki who’d managed a mini-smile, and then Valencia spoke while taking a mannequin-like pose. Only her pouty lips moved. She didn’t even blink.
“I push the limits. I have always pushed limits. I pushed them in middle school doing something as minor as ditching class, or as major as giving my math teacher a blow job for an A. I was only thirteen.
“I have always been bored with twosomes. I had my first threesome when I was fourteen. It was with my cousin and her boyfriend. In college I met a man who matched my freak level to a tee. We’d go online and look for adults who wanted to experience group sex with strangers, we’d fuck with another man, we’d fuck with another woman, we’d go to private house parties and end up on huge beds with ten people, just swapping and swallowing cum and eating pussy and taking it up the ass. Both of us. And I watched him suck dick. I got off on it. I’ll masturbate to an exercise video if necessary and he’ll masturbate right along with me. I love to fuck. I can’t think of the wildest time because it’s all been wild.” Valencia now flailed her hands about with urgency.
“I’ve fucked while smoking weed, I’ve tried ecstasy while giving head, and I’ve drunk seven shots of straight one-fifty-one rum and then had sex outside in a park in broad daylight. I love riming, I’ll screw a man in drag, I’ll lick pussy until it’s raw. All I know is that I can’t stop thinking of new ways to push my freak button. My man has threatened to leave me if I don’t stop. His curiosity has been more than satisfied. My mind is constantly racing to find new ways to get my rocks off. I have no limits. Piss on me, tie me up, choke me, make me bark, or slap me. Doing whatever it takes to get a rile out of me only makes me hotter. Today, I hate living like this. But when I’m in the middle of it, I love it.” She slowed her speech and her voice cracked with exhaustion and shame. She spoke at a low tone. “I’m here to break my addiction to sex. I’m a freak. I’ve had enough, but I can’t do it alone. And I don’t want to lose my man. Thank you.” She sat back down and Miki reached over to hug her. Valencia placed her head on her friend’s shoulder and wiped her left eye. A sniffle followed.
