Between the Sheets

There were a few men lingering outside when we walked in. They waited, presumably watching thru the heavily-tinted glass doors, to see if we were buying tickets. Inside, it felt like an abandoned movie theatre, suspended in time: tattered carpet, frameless posters hanging on the dingy colored walls, empty refreshment counter. I’d have liked to see some hand sanitizer, condoms, etc in those cabinets. But, that’s just me.

“Two tickets?” J asked. He offered the man behind the counter forty dollars, but the man gingerly plucked only one twenty dollar bill from J’s hand.

“She’s free,” he said under his breath, gesturing to me.

J held me close, his arm around my waist and ushered me into the theatre. He could already feel the eyes on us. And, I felt only slightly better with him there. I could count. I felt like at any moment we could get mobbed. I wasn’t comfortable. I’m not sure what I expected, having never been here before. But, it was the last week that this theatre would be open. The neighbors finally pressured the city into rezoning for condominiums. J and I wanted to at least say that we’d been there “back in the day.”

Two men standing at the door held back the vinyl-lined doors for us. The theatre was long, narrow and completely black save the girl-on-girl porn on screen. Thank god for the glaring white background behind the girls on screen. We could at least make out heads to find a seat several rows from the back. We’d have tucked ourselves into the back row, but it looked fairly occupied.

PART II will follow in the morning…

Palm Theatre, sex theatre, porn, public sex, masturbation

For those of us who have too many fantasies in our head to write a decent post this morning, have writer’s block, have spine-splitting cramps and feel completely asexual, or are just sucker’s for multiple choice quizzes that force us into a category (like polyamory or swingers).

NOTE: The article at Sexerati is truly worth reading. This quiz is more of a footnote on what is a terrific question about the nature of sex blogging. I actually stumbled into blogging about sex when I began a different blog. Writing about sex was a natural progression and evolution of the type of writing I was doing on the other blog. Plus, the “research” is MUCH more fun for this blog (”obsession,” says J).

I find the religious suggestive amusing in my result on this little quiz on Sexerati, though I would have added “my lover is my co-conspirator in helping me come up with experiences/ideas for posts.”

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“I walked out the door, saw a man standing there and almost puked.�?

Low Class Stripper? Classism and society’s view of adult entertainment (http://fullfrontalpolitics.com)
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I should have at least a three-part erotica for you about our evening with Paul last Saturday. But, it didn’t happen quite as I envisioned. I debated all this week about revealing everything, dismissing the thread altogether, or creating my own sultry version of what happened.

Ultimately, I will not reveal all because no matter how badly it went, I love Paul. I love his spirit, creativity and vulnerability juxtaposed with strength. I cannot dismiss the thread altogether, because it is a part of my collective experience with J. It will certainly fold itself into and help define future experiences. And, to distort that reality in a creative tale to you, only exemplifies the role that technology played in the demise of our encounter in the first place.

Looking back now, what led to the disappointment is that Paul and I had spoken so much via email and IM about each other and the anticipated experience that we scripted much of our hopes, fears and love before we even saw each other. We built a connection that revolved solely around our ability to write, connect and relate to one another in text. (more…)

When I started this blog in November, I remember opening with some virgin experiences. After all, I was a virgin sex blogger. The writing, and my sex life, has taken many turns since then.

Have you noticed that I’m a bit late in a lot of the things that I do? Well, this little New Year planning tidbit is no exception.

Here are some things in the works for your titillation, masturbation and arousal:

NEW SECTIONS
- Podcasts: Yes, gentle readers, you will get the opportunity to hear my naughty voice reading some of my favorite erotica, original work and other delicious soundbytes.
- Calendar: J and I are jumping back into swinging this year. I think J is slightly discontent with love interests outweighing the good sex for us. And, I think he’s right. So, when possible we’ll be broadcasting where we’ll be. Most of the time it will be local (San Fransicsco area), but there will be the occasional jaunt to Tahoe, Vegas, LA, Chicago, New York and Cabo.
- Reviews: There are myriad books on my shelves and toys in my drawers that merit mention. I’ll be working on those soon. I thank LoveHoney for my first official toy review and look forward to more.
- Newsletter: I’m exploring the idea of an email newsletter, complete with a summation of the latest posts, other fresh unpublished tidbits, and photos of me and our playmates that will not go live to the site. More info on that will follow soon…

NEWS
- There are a LOT (way too many, says J) of blogs that capture my attention. However, my blogroll only gets updated once a month (after the 16th). So, look for that list to expand after that. You’ll see where my naughty eyes roam, even if I rarely leave a comment. I frequent any site that I list on there.

If there’s an avenue that I didn’t mention that interests you, send me an email…

Between the Sheets, Lola David, sex blog

To read Part I, click HERE.

Do you remember having me bent over on the bed? I was already exhausted, thighs hurting having bounced on top of you quite a while. We were sweaty, breathing heavily. I could see you approach me from behind in the mirror. You grabbed a handful of my hair to arch my back. I tilted my hips up to you, so that your slippery cock would slide right into me. You let the tip of it run the length of my pussy, resting the whole of your erection on my wet lips. And, then you slipped into my ass. It burned and ached. Sweaty chills travelled up my spine. My clit felt like it was on fire. I could swear I felt the moisture dripping from me. You thrust again and again into me, using grip in my hair to increase the force of you within me. We both came in minutes. You rolled to my side, exhausted and spent. I collapsed on my stomach. We fell asleep. (more…)

Do you remember us sharing tiramisu on that park bench? The bench had a great view of a clifftop park just down from us and the beach below. If someone was looking our direction, they saw me in that brown silk skirt with my leg draped over your knee. If the coastal breeze was any indication, the art lovers in the park had an occasional perfect view of my shaved pussy.

Do you remember finishing our picnic quickly? We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Your face was freshly shaved, smooth and warm in the sun. And, your lips and tongue. Your lips were thinner than I was used to. I wondered how they would fit against my full lips. When they touched mine, I had chills even in the heat. The strength of your lips dominated mine, teased mine with their vitality. I imagined sex with you rough and fierce. Your plump, soft tongue was a surprise. There was a shocking and arousing delicacy when our tongues touched. I wanted to know what that supple, patient tongue felt like lapping over my clit. (more…)

I’ve been laid up with excrutiating back pain all week. If I tell you how it happened (no, not sex) you’ll think me old. Hell, I’LL think me old! So, just let it go…

Nonfunctioning, with a miserable back and high on some terrific drugs I’ve managed to accomplish only three things:

- lots and lots of play with my new iBuzz Two
- dissecting and analyzing (to no avail) what transpired with Paul on Saturday. I’m still working on it. Tom Paine’s post “Deconstructing Sex” added a new perspective and much appreciated sensitivity to it. I’ll say that it didn’t turn out as lusty and sensual as we anticipated, and there’s much to tell.
- and remembering a sweet love (but forgetting most of the love and focusing on the brief moments of lust).

~*~*~*~*~*~*

I miss him. I never see K anymore. We haven’t had sex in ages. The last intimate contact I remember is us clothed, lying on my sofa, making out like teenagers. He was holding my head on his chest. He wore jeans and a t-shirt; nothing that I could begin unbuttoning, I remember. We lay there, talking quietly to each other. I looked up to him and my nose brushed his cheek. I don’t recall our eyes meeting in some sappy romantic way. It was not “come hither” as Juno’s Look either. I remember just seeing his lips. And, I felt chills up and down my back when I remembered how incredibly they meshed with mine. (more…)

I am so pleased to announce my virginal toy review. Yes, I’m a little behind the eight ball on this one. I suggest you check out other fabulous reviews of the iBuzz Two by Radical Vixen and Tara Tainton.

Let me first say that LoveHoney (from whence my favorite little bunny and cock ring came) is incredible. Typically, I’m a leary one of ordering from anyplace outside the states, but LoveHoney shipped quickly and packed my lovely little sex accessory perfectly and anonymously. I will most certainly order from them again.

Here are the highlights, guys and dolls:

1. Simultaneous pleasure of both of us. The possibilities with two vibrating pieces to stimulate you and your partner are endless. The bunny’s ears are completely capable of stimulating your clit, while your partner wears the blue piece (Vixen called it the “bunny’s backpack”–hilarious). The nobs on the “backpack” are also arousing on your clit if your partner is deep within you while he wears it. The vibrating egg (wrapped in a condom, sans bunny and backpack) are terrific anally.

2. Good with a playlist or without. Varied speeds and pulses make it possible to use without an iPod, but as Vixen said, it works FAMOUSLY with Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode (love that song…). It also works beautifully with brazilian fado (my favorite sex music anyway) by Mariza. “Loucura” was what J began with when we played. There is great power and subtlty in her voice, making for a varied experience.

3. Lovely little light. It’s a little like Star Wars or a pantiless jazz club. Where do I hang out, you wonder?

4. Two sets of headphones plug right into it. (more…)

Finally, a reward bigger than many O’s for reading my erotica and other scintillating tidbits. The editors at 451 Press are sponsoring a contest that could put cash in your pocket…just for commenting on my blog!

Check out the details HERE.

Good luck, gentle readers! Let’s sponsor some terrific discussion here and get someone spending money for devilish toys.

EDIT: Even comments posted TODAY on OLD posts count in the contest. I say that because I’m all doped up on pain pills with a back problem yesterday and today. Too much sex? Bite your tongue at the thought! So, the new post will come this evening…

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As one of the many “strong, confident women” who read Tom Paine’s exaltations over the weekend, I sat a little straighter after reading the article. My mind raced back to my youth, when I hid beneath a preppy, intellectual, demure version of who I am today. But, in certain circles with men and women, I was something entirely different. And, living those two separate parts of my whole damn near drove me mad. By burying my sexual passion, I was distinctly unpassionate about all else in my life. It took a great deal of energy and a development of “internal checks and balances” to find my way out of what became some very self-destructive behavior–NOT because of my love of sex, but because I felt ashamed of my own budding sexuality.

I wondered why the sometimes married, always professional businessmen that I seduced could appear more virile after a romp with me. I, however, was left feeling as though I needed to clean up, comb my hair and hope no one noticed the smell of sex all over me when I returned from a long lunch.

I tried, unsuccessfully in my early twenties to start the Social Checklist: meet a guy, get married, get pregnant, focus on my children. But, in the corner of my eye was always the want to go down those slutty sexual avenues that were unexplored.

Turns out, I married the right guy. We’ve uncovered things about each other that we’ve never revealed to another. We see each other, very romantically, as human beings each capable of the sluttiest and most intellectual sophistications. There is a place for each one of our quirky, bizarre, deviant fetishes. And when J whispers in heated, fierce breath in my ear, “Are you my slut?” sometimes I’m not sure which comes first…my answer or me. (more…)

I adore being the hostess. Our G.O.D. celebration was absolutely perfect: charming guests, well stocked bar and refreshments, toys, candles, etc.

HOWEVER, hosting in your own home is another matter entirely. We don’t typically do it for a number of reasons:

1. Sometimes our playmates are just that. They’re not friends. We don’t see them as long-term friends. So, there’s no point in sharing our home address with them.

2. Typically our kids are around. So, when we CAN con someone into babysitting our brood, we leave the bunch there for easier bedtimes. (more…)

Some nights, it’s perfect. You feel like you’re deserving of an orchestra and a film crew following you around the house. You’re screwing so well and for so long that your partner is at the point of exhaustion. You flash back to your college days and think how this moment outshined even the best of those.

And then, other nights you feel like you’re 40, stuck in an 18 year old virgin’s head for a moment, fumbling your way thru laughter, awkward foreplay and bad jokes.

~*~*~*TAKE 1~*~*~*

“Why don’t you at least say something sexy in that voice…” (Smeagol’s voice from Lord of the Rings. I’m freakishly good at it.)

So I say, in full Andy Circus style, “Something sexy in that voice–”

“Oh, Christ, Lo…”

We laugh incessantly and then stop. We are one pitchfork away from a Hee Haw episode and nowhere NEAR the porno that we’ve been insinuating we wanted all day in our naughty little phone calls to each other.

~*~*~*~TAKE 2*~*~*~*

“It feels like I’ve been smoking pot! I can’t stop laughing.”

“Have you?”

“No!”

“What did you smoke then?”

“Nothing!” (more…)

At the New Year’s party, the sound on the air was Paul and the aroma was lust (as cliche as it sounds). Walking into Marc’s home and seeing Paul, dressed Cash black, eyes closed, serenading the blossoming crowd–I had to catch my breath. J’s hand pressed against the small of my back and pushed me into the room as he gave a hearty “hello” to our friends. J and I remained close. J told me later that I was the subject of his gaze all evening. He watched my breath cease when Paul came close, in conversation or in song.

After a few cocktails, I could stand it no more. I had no more space in me for the lust. I grabbed J, probably not as subtly as I should have, and led him to the master bath. I sat on the counter, lifted my skirts and pulled him into me…We didn’t speak.

After we came, in a sweaty, half drunk haze, he said, “Tell me at least that you didn’t wish I was Paul then.”

“I didn’t. I don’t. I–”

“I love you. I don’t know if this is right for us–if Paul is right for us. But, I know that I love you enough to try.”

I sat silent.

“I want to know that you love me enough to back out of it, of loving him, if I can’t stand it.”

“Yes.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Mr. Paine writes: “Is J. in pain from your “Core Ingrata?” C. said to me this PM “we’re closer than ever, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel pain at the thought of you being in love with another woman.�? Does J allow you your wanton ways, and even encourage them because he doesn’t dare oppose your restless spirit?”

From J: Tonight, I got home from quite a long day to find Lo waiting for me in the garage. Her naked body was illuminated by the headlights from my car as I pulled in. She had been on the back terrace, firepit blazing and her in nothing but a silk victorian robe but it was way too cold. She led me thru the gate and back out to the patio. We barely spoke. I nuzzled up to her, resting my head on her legs propped on the cafe table. Her skin was still warm. She confessed that she had been out there for a few minutes and was exhausted, but still horny. I knelt between her legs, licked and teased her clit and then her nipples. I carried her scent and moisture to her lips and kissed her deeply. I helped her to her feet and leaned her over the cafe table. I entered her. She laughed that the marble table was cold underneath her as I pushed my cock into her. We didn’t stop until I came. Lo was freezing. Her moment would be inside under the heavy comforter later. She shivered her acceptance of that. (more…)

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“But as sexually satisfied as he kept Kendall — or as satisfied as one man could — she was yearning for another kind of action.�?

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“I admire Rachel’s altruism, despite her saying it’s a practical matter of what it takes to get her wet.�?

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“The hands pressed into her lower back and she wanted to ask Him if He had felt them but her orgasm overtook her and she lost all conscious thought for a few moments.�?

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