I had been a nurse for just over a month when a young man came in unconscious from a motorcycle accident. He was under my care, and I worked quickly to get him settled in. I wanted to impress my superiors with my fast work and attention to detail, so I made sure everything was done properly.

I had been informed he had a couple of wounds on his upper thighs, so I started to attend to those, when I noticed he had a very large prick. It was standing right up at attention like he was dreaming of his girlfriend. It was such a handsome member that I caught myself staring at it for some time before I even realized it. Finally, I became daring, and ran the warm sponge down the silky smooth shaft.

I had been horny for a while, and since my boyfriend had left town I was alone. I drew the curtain, and turned back to my patient when I noticed his eyes were open. He smiled and stated, “I didn’t know nurses came so good looking.” He looked down at his uncovered hard on and continued, “And it seems you’ve taken a liking to me as well.”

I was frozen for a moment, unsure of how to continue, when I realized that he was pleased with what I had been doing. So I dipped the sponge back in the warm soapy water and continued washing his cock and balls. I held each one in my hand for a moment, rolling it around, reveling in the texture of it. He sighed and smiled at me, “This is the best care I’ve ever had in the hospital.”

It was enough encouragement to force me to put the sponge aside. I pulled my scrubs and panties down, before swinging one leg over him to slide down the length of his large shaft. I moaned with pleasure, as it had been a long time since I had felt a man inside of me. I felt full, and yearned for more at the same time. He reached under my shirt and bra to cup my small breasts. I rocked slowly, grinding my clit against him and enjoying the tension that I may be caught at any moment. The closer I came to orgasm the less I cared about being found on top of my patient.

He pinched my nipples and then closed his eyes and started to groan. I was afraid I was hurting him when hot cum shot inside of me. His shaft twitched with the release, and his muscles stiffened all over. This made me grow even closer, and I started moving faster and faster. The friction against my clit made me have a huge orgasm. As the waves of it passed over me, I felt the pressure of another building. So I rocked for a moment or two longer before I came, yet again.

Breathless, I sat for a moment before realizing he must be uncomfortable. When I got off of him he said with a smile, “I wouldn’t mind the rest of that sponge bath, if that’s okay.”

We all dread packing to move. In my neighborhood packing, or packing heat, has an entirely different meaning. If you’re a football fan, the word packers may bring to mind the Green Bay Packers.

Packing for the purposes of this WOTW has absolutely nothing to do with boxes, sports, or firearms. Although it may bring to mind socks. I am referring to packing a penis. Last week we talked about strap-ons, the hard-on versions of a detachable penis.

A packer is a prosthetic penis. The sex toy industry has surpassed the sock approach. I would say a packer is the flaccid strap-on. Men don’t walk around all day with an erect penis. The product options out there have brought about the ability to create a more realistic bulge. Choices in size, flesh tones, flexibility, and added features are boundless.

A harness is to a dildo what a packing strap is to a packing dildo. There are options of jock strap, brief style, and harness type straps to hold your package in place. The flexibility of a soft packing dildo allows the wearer to position it. The packing strap provides the security of holding it in place, and some are downright sexy. Even though most packers are not suitable for penetration, they provide a realism that a sock cannot compete with. Pairing the right packer and strap can create both a visual and touchable realism.

Innovations have provided an array of options, ranging from the ability to urinate while standing, to simulating ejaculation, and some specialty packers even have the ability to transform from a day to day packer into a play time penetrator.

I would like to learn more than just the definition and available options. A firsthand account providing insight from personal experience is what I am hoping to have the opportunity to provide my blog readers. I have been lucky enough to find a fellow blogger who will be writing a guest post at www.vanillafreesex.com to share some about how he identifies his gender and about products he uses.

I had a few too many drinks one night at the local tavern when I headed to the bathroom for a little relief. I was leaning against the wall, holding my prick with one hand, and pondering the last time he and I had a little fun, when the door burst open and two ladies came stumbling in. I jumped, tucking myself into my pants, and they started giggling and pointing to each other.

The first girl had red, curly hair and looked barely legal to drink. She had a plaid skirt that stopped mid-thigh, red heels, and a white tank top on. Her pale breasts pushed at the fabric and made me start to grow hard. She smacked the girl with dark hair behind her. Then to my surprise, she pinched her nipple through the silk blouse she was wearing. “You said you were taking me to the ladies’ room.” She said giggling.

“I thought I was.” Replied the dark haired girl, as her hand shot up to cover her nipples. “And don’t pinch my titties unless you want me to pinch yours.” She said smacking Red’s ass, and a sharp sound reverberated through the bathroom. The two were obviously drunk, and didn’t even seem to notice I was there as they started smacking and pinching each other.

Afraid of ruining a good moment, I turned the lock on the door so we wouldn’t be disturbed, and then watched the dark beauty grab the ringlets of the other lady to pull her head back and plant a passionate kiss on her parted lips. Dark red lip stick smeared over the two girls’ lips and face, as they made out with me watching.

Finally, Red pulled away for a moment and said, “Well…what are you standing there for? I thought every guy wanted something like this.” The other girl started laughing, as she pushed the girl onto a sink and lifted her skirt. I was amazed, as I watched her face disappear between creamy white thighs to eat Red’s pussy.

“Come on.” Red said breathlessly, “Fuck her in the ass while she eats me. She’ll love that.” I didn’t wait to be told a second time as I unzipped my pants and stepped behind the brunette’s plump ass. I lifted her skirt over her round tan cheeks to expose that she wore no panties. My cock throbbed, and I thought for a moment I may be dreaming. I wet my hand and rubbed it on my shaft before slowly pushing into her tight hole.

She moaned against the other girl’s pussy, and I watched her head bob back and forth with the motion of me riding her ass. I moaned as pressure started to build, and then again as Red clamped her knees around the other girl’s ears moaning with her orgasm. This drove the girl I was fucking to start bucking against me, forcefully driving her ass against my cock. Her muscles started spasming and clenching, until the two of us came within seconds of each other. The release over, the three of us looked at each other as we straightened our clothes. A knock at the door made us all burst into giggles. To this day it’s hard to pass a public bathroom without remembering those ladies.

Someone should have told us to elope. Someone should have told us to choose sandy beaches over bridal bouquets; hotel rooms instead of floor length gowns. Someone should have explained that no matter what you prepare for, you will never be truly ready for the ‘big day’. It doesn’t matter how many months you have planned, or how many details you have worked out in advance. It doesn’t even matter how many possible disaster scenarios you run through in your head while trying to fall asleep at night. You will not be ready for the wedding.

Yes. Someone should have told us these things, but we wouldn’t have listened. We would still have purchased our white and off-white gowns, still sorted through recipes for the perfect desserts, and read through book after book of well written wedding vows. We would still have debated venues and music, perused the store for the perfect color of ribbon. No one could have told us with enough certainty to convince us that we would, despite our trying so hard not to, break down in tears on at least one occasion.

It had been a hard last few days. All the things that could go wrong seemed to go wrong with such ease that I found myself, on more than one occasion, begging Bee to run away with me. Iowa is our Las Vegas, and we could have been married there legally, after a somewhat long road trip up North. But all the tears and commotion, all the bustling disaster and unexpected turmoil could not have prepared me for tonight.

Standing in front of the mirror at her parent’s that evening, my dress cinched and perfect, my hair pulled up in just the right way; I realized that it wasn’t really the dress that mattered. It wasn’t the hair. It wasn’t the earrings we’d bought, or the matching pearl necklace. As Bee came into the bedroom, her jaw dropped, her eyes lit up. I couldn’t help but grin as she told me I was beautiful.

And that was the moment I hadn’t expected.

Over the last few days, I’d forgotten, not only who I was, but who she was. I had forgotten that she is my best friend, the love of my life, the girl I want to spend the rest of my days and nights with. I had forgotten that she is girl I want to travel the world with, raise children with, and own too many cats with. She is my co-pilot, my co-conspirator, my partner in crime. She’s the reason I know how to drive, the reason I am able to laugh at myself, or stand in front of a mirror naked and unashamed. I had forgotten the way she could make me laugh, and how she makes adorable faces when she’s concentrating. I had forgotten those evenings we spent at the lake, or the way she used to show up to surprise me at my house in the middle of the night. I had forgotten our proposals, the first time we kissed, the way she holds my hand when she drives. I had forgotten the way she gets addicted to television shows with nerdy and superficial science fiction plots, and the way she bites my shoulder just because she can’t stop herself. I had forgotten all the things which made her my partner and all the things which had made our life so beautiful.

I had let myself become so caught up in what we had to do, and what hadn’t yet been done, that I had forgotten everything important had already been decided. I had chosen her a long time ago to be my wife. It wasn’t the ring that made her my beloved. It isn’t the fancy dress or flowers, or even the family and friends that would be watching us that coming Sunday afternoon. I was only sharing with them what I already know, what I already decided several year ago: this woman is my wife.

Anal Sex – Something that is talked about often when it comes to sexual play, but also something that is shunned by many due to fear and confusion. People often wonder whether anal sex is safe, and if it is, how to go about trying it for the first time. Here is my list of advice on proper anal sex, and how to practice this special pleasure safely and smartly.

1. Taking a bowel movement ahead of time. This is one of the most important things, as many people find that feces is often found leaking out or remaining on the end of their penises, fingers, and sex toys after play. This is completely normal, not something to be frowned upon, and can be avoided by making sure to have a good bowel movement some time that day.

Well, how do I know if I had a “good” bowel movement? A good bowel movement can be characterized by getting rid of a lot of feces. If you only got rid of little clumps, trying drinking some water and ingesting some fiber. It sounds a little icky to think about, but it is very important. Aside from worrying about anal sex, good bowel movements are important.

This will leave less feces behind inside of you, and you will have less reason to worry about remaining feces after, or during, anal play. This is a particularly easy step to take and probably the easiest on this entire list of tips.

2. Anal douching. Now, not all people believe that anal douching is healthy, or even appropriate, in order to have successful anal play. However, no studies have shown anal douching to be dangerous. Anal douching gets rid of any “leftovers” inside of your rectum, making for an extremely clean anal play session.

Anal douching kits can be found on EdenFantasys.com, so you don’t have to worry about looking far and wide. The great thing about the kits on EdenFantasys.com is that most are reusable and can last you a long time, rather than others that are throw-away. If you don’t have the cash to buy one from EdenFantasys, you can always buy a vaginal douching kit from the grocery store and use it anally. Just be sure to use warm water in place of the soapy liquids that often come with those kits.

The ingredients in those kits are sometimes harmful, so read the label carefully and ask your pharmacist if you have any questions. If it’s bad for your vagina, it’s most likely bad for your anus, as well. Many people prefer using these kits because the douching liquid is scented and makes your bum smell better. A big part of the ew-factor of anal play is the smell, so this is something to think about, and it is your own personal choice.

You are going to want to douche about an hour to an hour and a half ahead of time. So, if you plan to have anal sex, douche before you take a shower. Some people prefer to do this over the toilet, but I personally find it easiest in the shower since there is a possibility of making a mess on the floor.

3. Relaxation. Many people who complain about anal sex, complain that the thought or feeling of anal sex bothers them, and that they cannot relax enough to have a successful anal play session. You want to be sure to relax yourself fully before you even consider working your way into the anus, whether it is with a partner or not.

If you are the type of person who can relax only when music is playing, put on your favorite playlist in the background, and focus on the music while your partner does the playing. Dim the lights to avoid distractions, light a few candles with therapeutic aromas to relax your senses, and close your eyes and breathe in and out deeply.

This may sound a lot like what you hear in a psychiatrist’s office, but it’s true, and it really works. Relaxing the way you normally would outside of the bedroom is key. You will find that over time you develop different methods, and eventually you will find one that works for you.

My favorite method is massage. I dim the lights, light candles around my bedroom, and have my husband start out massaging my G-Spot with his fingers. That always relaxes me and gets me somewhat drowsy, yet at the same time extremely turned on and relaxed. He starts to use his other hand to massage my perineum and when he feels my vaginal muscles relaxed, he inserts a finger into my anus and massages the inside as well. That is just my personal warm up, but it works every time. Once we have successfully done that, we pull out the anal toys and begin our anal play session. Pain and worry free!

4. Mess control. There is always a possibility for a mess. Whether it be feces leaking during play, smelly lubricant dripping onto the carpet, or possibly blood (for those who don’t follow my next step). The best thing to do is to lay down a sheet or blanket on top of the area you plan to have anal play on. You want to really eliminate having to wash your entire set of sheets and blankets after sex, so this is an important step.

Don’t go sparingly with the lubricant. When it comes to anal sex, you have to really remember how delicate the anal tissue is. Even glass toys, as slippery as they are on their own, could easily tear up the anus without proper lubrication.

Load it up, and lather it on when it comes to using lubricant. You want to use a thick lubricant that is long lasting. My #1 recommended lubricant for anal sex would be Maximus. It’s thick, water based, prevents the spread of STD’s and germs, and absorbs/washes off easily. You don’t have to worry about stains, and your bum will feel good as new the next day.

5. Trim your fingernails. If you plan on having anal play using the hands, rather than the penis or sex toys, make sure that your finger nails are trimmed, filed, and buffed as short as you can. Like I said, the anus is delicate and the slightest jagged edge can put a person in tons of pain.

Don’t start out too big. If it’s someone’s first time with anal play, go for anal fingering or use a small anal plug/probe. You have to remember that a person still has to get used to feeling something large and unusual inside of them. Some plugs even come in sets of small, medium and large. You can work your way up slowly until the person feels comfortable with inserting a penis or dildo inside of themselves.

6. Use lubricated condoms, and always use new condoms when switching back and forth between partners, or from vaginal to anal. The spread of anal germs is very serious and one of the number one easiest ways to spread an STD. Mixing anal fluid with vaginal fluid is also an easy way to start a serious bacterial infection for a female. So be smart, use the correct type of condoms, and don’t avoid using a condom. It is, of course, a personal choice. However, for safety purposes, please contemplate the risks.

7. Practice on your own first. Whether you use your finger, a small plug, or anal probe, practice by yourself first, so you can be comfortable trying anal play on your own. Remember to still use lubricant, douche, and use the restroom before hand. Practice relaxation so that you can see what works for you. Chances are, if you don’t like having anal play on your own, you won’t like it with a partner.

I hope these tips can be of some help for you, and always be sure to be safe. Do your research and be prepared. Have a good lubricant, condoms, anal douche, etc. on standby. Forgetting one of these steps can result in an unpleasant and painful experience that can lead to you missing out on one of the most pleasureful sexual activities out there!

Once upon a time…

It was a dark and stormy night…

Some seriously weird shit was about to go down.

And that was the way she liked it.

They had been away from each other for too long. His first day back in town, he decided to plan a romantic evening for them: a walk on the beach, dinner at a fine restaurant, and then back home for some sensuous bow-chicka-bow-wow. She met him at the door wearing a flowing sun dress that accentuated her bodice and gently hugged her hips. His jaw dropped at the sight, and was momentarily befuddled, as he tried to stammer out compliments. For his part, he was wearing light, linen pants and a button-down shirt that bulged as his rippling pecs and biceps strained against the fabric.

It was all they could do to make their way out of the house without jumping each other. He watched her as she walked down the steps in front of him. He fixed his eyes on her posterior as she sauntered away. He loved to watch that ass jiggle and bounce – like two pit bulls fighting under a parachute.

The beach was not far away, and within minutes they were sinking their feet into the hot sand and heading towards the cool, crashing surf. Prior to getting there, they were nearly knocked over by a large, playful dog that was loping around the beach. At one point, it sat down and began licking its privates fervently.

“I bet you wish you could do that,” she said coyly.

He smiled. “I suppose I would,” he replied, “but you’ll have to hold him down for me.”

She wasn’t certain whether he was making a joke, and quickly decided to drop the subject. Instead, they strolled by the dog and reached the wet sand at the beach. For the next couple hours, they dipped their toes in the surf and caught up on what each other had missed while they were apart. As the sun began to get lower in the sky, they decided it was time to go to dinner.

The restaurant was on a pier that extended into the sea, and they made their way towards it. As they approached the restaurant, he quipped, “Is it low tide at the pier, or are you just happy to see me?”

She was amused by his question, and responded coyly, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

She stopped and turned to him, drawing him close. He hiked up the front of her skirt and gently kneaded the front of her soaking wet panties. After a few minutes of repeatedly bringing her to the brink of a rapturous orgasm, he pulled his fingers away and put them to his nose.

“Both, it would appear,” he remarked.

Thoroughly aroused now, she nearly forgot about the fact that she was hungry. Her mind began to play out scenarios for the rest of the evening, and scarcely even noticed as they reached the restaurant. He had called ahead for reservations, so there was no wait, and they were soon seated.

As they perused the menu, she teased him by seductively licking the rim of her water glass. Her tongue danced over its surface like a frog on a hotplate. For his part, he had kicked off his sandals, and was massaging the inside of her taut thigh with his foot.

“I’m trying to decide between the tacos, the fish pie, and these bearded clams. Any suggestions?” He asked mock-seriously.

“No,” she smiled back at him, “but I think either the sausage or some man chowder would match perfectly with whatever you choose.”

The sexual tension only built over the course of dinner, and once the bill was paid, they raced to the car. They were all over each other the moment the car doors closed. Their tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths, and their hands feverishly groped the other’s body. He had pitched a tent and yearned to add his log to her fire until she begged for s’more. However, as they were in a well-lit, busy parking lot, they dared not go any further, and relented only long enough to make the short drive home.

She fumbled with her keys in the lock, desperately wanting to get in the door. Finally her hands cooperated, the lock’s tumblers turned, and the door swung open. Wasting no time, they headed straight to the bedroom. They ravenously tore their clothes off, and before he had a chance to initiate anything, she went down on him like a hobo on a bottle of fortified wine. The moans and groans she heard echoing through the bedroom assured her that she was doing a fine job engulfing his giant meat lollipop.

As much as she loved foreplay, it had been far too long, and she desperately needed him inside her. She pushed him back onto the bed, and straddled him. In one smooth motion, she sank her whisker biscuit onto his groin ferret, moaning passionately as she did so. She took his full length, and began to slowly grind up and down on him. Her pace quickened as he tugged and twisted her nipples and made teasing circles with his thumb on her clit. She arched her back as a rapturous orgasm overtook her body, and then collapsed on the bed next to him.

That was merely the beginning of her orgasms that evening. Knowing she wasn’t done for the night, he got on his knees in front of her, and positioned her so her feet curled around his neck, so it looked like he was wearing her as a lobster bib. Then he eased forward and sailed his skin boat to tuna town.

She was totally into him right now (and vice versa, so to speak). If absence makes the heart grow fonder, she was having a hard time describing what it did to her salami garage. Suddenly, their romantic mood was interrupted by a sharp sound. Then another. And then another. Air was caught in her vagina, and with every thrust came another queef. She was both amused and embarrassed at the same time. Then she felt him break from his rhythm and began thrusting seemingly haphazardly, all the while the queefing continued. She looked at him and saw him smiling broadly, and it didn’t take long for her to understand why.

Incredulously, she sputtered, “The theme from Beverly Hills Cop! Seriously?”

“What can I say,” he beamed. “You inspire the artist in me.”

After a few head shakes from her, and a brief laugh from him, he pulled out so they could discover a new position that would put an end to their melody. He brought her up to her knees to enter her from behind. He rubbed his purple-headed yogurt slinger along her gully-hole, teasing her with it. Not to be outdone, she reached back and began to buff her clitoris. Another orgasm wracked her body as he entered her, and it took all her effort to remain on her knees. Her orgasm continued as he assaulted her pink velvet sausage wallet. As the last of her multiple orgasms ebbed, he pulled out again and nudged his meat thermometer at her anus.

She felt sheepish at first, but immediately realized he wasn’t horsing around. He was stubborn as a mule, as he had tried this many times before, but she was never ready for it. This time could be a first for them, and she resisted the urge to be a chicken. To assure him she wanted it this time, she reached back for his cock and began to pull it towards her waiting hole. At first he thought she was trying to kid him, but it wasn’t long that he realized she wasn’t full of bull. She steered him toward her ass and delicately eased it in. The initial sting passed quickly, and she was surprised at how wonderful it felt. Her fingers once again found her clit, and she was in hog heaven. As she felt another climax building, she began bucking her hips like a wild bronco. Another orgasm overcame her, and her body shuddered from her pussy to her calves. Her orgasm began to fade as his began to build, and despite being dog tired, she was happy as a pig in slop.

Wanting to shoot his load on her smooth buttocks, he had pulled out his custard launcher right before he came. However, his orgasm was so powerful that it overshot her ass, her back, and even her head, hitting the floor on the opposite side of the bed.

Jumping up with a pumping fist and exuberant victory cry, he got out the measuring tape to measure the distance. “80 inches,” he remarked proudly.

She wasn’t certain whether she should be impressed. “Well,” she thought, “at least it didn’t get in my hair.”

He got back into bed beside her and cradled her in his arms. And with that, she drifted off to sleep, sated…and anxious to see what they could do to top it tomorrow.

Stark, twisted and brutally shocking. – Alan Jones, Frightfest

Outstandingly brilliant, defining horror event of the year. – Gorezone

The first time I watched the original movie of “I spit on your grave”, I watched it because it said it was inspired by actual events. Now, I know this is not a porno. But it has been called one by critics and various other people. With the amount of nudity in this movie, and the rather long rape scene I can understand why, kind of. But I don’t care if it’s a porn movie or not. I am not doing this to discuss a porno. I am writing this to talk about the original and the remake.

When I first saw it, it was on VHS, and I hated this movie. I didn’t hate it for the long rape scene or how it made me feel. I hated it mostly because of the way the handicapped guy was portrayed. I found his acting to be so terrible that I wanted to find out where he lived and smash in his face. It was more like he was acting out a stereo type than what he was supposed to be playing. This was very much improved upon in the remake. I’ve worked with handicapped people, and been to school with a couple. I have never seen one that acted the way the guy in the first movie acted.

Since then, I have learned to like this movie, regardless of that actor. One thing that helped in this was renting the DVD and listening to commentary tracks. I now own a copy of this movie on blu-ray because of the commentary. But the things I have learned about this movie from those commentaries is fucking crazy. Like finding out that some people made the claim that this movie made men want to rape women. In the original there is no music to ease you into the rape. This is bound to make this more uncomfortable for various people. Plus, at no point could I say that rape looked like something fun to do because of this movie. I think if you watch this movie, and you have an urge to rape a woman, then chances are you had that desire before you watched it. Like if you showed this movie to a population of prison inmates who were rapists. Then this would probably excite them.

Another interesting thing is that this has been argued to be a feminist and anti-feminist film. This has even been argued from both sides by feminists. One side argues it is anti-feminist because they say the woman is powerless and degraded, or something like that. I tend to agree more with the other side of the argument. This is, that because at no point does she ever stop fighting. There is no time when she is being attacked that she gives in and lets the rape take place. She is always fighting or trying to get away. She is not exactly shown as weak. Even after the attack she is gutsy enough to sit out in plain view. She is defiant to the end with her attackers.

One big difference between the original and the remake, besides the technology, is the amount of time the rape takes. They shortened it a lot. After I think the leader raped her anally, they faded to black. I personally think this shows they didn’t have the guts to do what the original maker did. But maybe they also didn’t feel the need to put the girl through as much of the stress as the girl in the first movie went through.

One thing I want to address is something said in the ads of the original movie, and that is that no jury in the world would convict her for taking revenge. I disagree with this, when it comes to the original movie. I would convict her of the murder of the handicapped guy. Why would I do this? Not because he is handicapped. But because she lures him into the woods, has sex with him, and then hangs him. The way he was portrayed in the original movie, I don’t think he deserved to die, and it was rather twisted that she fucked him first. In the remake, the same character wasn’t so innocent. He was filled with rage, and at one point even started to strangle the girl.

I find it interesting that in both movies she cuts off one man’s dick. In the original she cuts off the dick in the bathtub, which would cause him to bleed out faster. In the remake, she has him hanging by his hands, and I think she stuffs his dick in his mouth. I would argue that this would also be more on the feminist side. Taking away her attacker’s manhood has got to be about the biggest thing that a feminist can do.

The ending for the remake was very different from the original. At the end of the first one, she kills two guys in the water and rides off in a boat. In the remake, she kills two guys with one shot. She shoved a gun in one guys ass and tied a string from the trigger to the handicapped guy. When the handicapped guy stood or moved, it pulled the trigger and killed both men. In the original, she clubbed one guy with a paddle, and the other guy got his stomach ripped out by the boat propeller.

One movie was certainly a lot more gory. Like when one guy gets his eye eaten by a crow or raven. One movie isn’t really any worse than the other one. There were more violent movies made, even at the time the first one was made. But for some reason, people have made a point of attacking this movie. I don’t know if the remake has received as much of an attack as the original. But I do not think that the original movie has deserved the attacks it has received, or at least not all of them.

Lately there have been a few posts on Eden Café about relationships, sex and religion. However, there have been even more posts on personal blogs about it. The BDSM, D/s, M/s lifestyle is always changing for those that live it 24/7, because it’s daily life, and daily life never stays the same for long. Mostly though, I’ve seen subs struggling with melding their life together. “Can I worship God and my Master?” “Is what I’m doing a sin?” “How can I follow the rule of harm none and still be a sadist?”

These are only a few of the questions and doubts I’ve seen flung around in the last few months. Sure, these questions can pop into your head as you go along in this lifestyle. More often than not (from what I have seen) though, one person questioning themselves has caused another person to question themselves on the topic, or one person questioning another about how they can believe one thing yet do another that seems to contradict the belief. I personally am not a believer in letting other people’s doubt and thoughts dictate how you live your life, and whether or not you’re comfortable in that life. I know several Pagans, Christians, and Catholics that live the lifestyle. Some of them I know can blend the two seamlessly; others struggle. They wonder if their God/gods/goddesses will approve of what they do, or they can’t bridge the gap in their minds between their beliefs and the way they live their lives, so they struggle. They try to choose one or the other, or they stress over one while they participate in the other. Some adopt the mindset of “The man leads”, or “I believe in goddess, so I follow the woman” from their religion and have learned to blend things under that umbrella. The thought and belief of “An ye harm none, do what ye will” can be tricky for some. There are those that believe BDSM goes against this, and then there are those that believe because it is consensual, it does not go against the vow. In more abundance, are those that have melded their two worlds very well, or have chosen to live them separately.

So which category do I fall into? Well, the latter. I’m pagan. That is the simplest term that I can come up with right now. What I believe is varied and eclectic across the board. A lot of beliefs are mainly spiritual. My lifestyle fits into that. There are those that mock paganism and spirituality, and don’t believe in gods and goddesses or spirit animals. There are those that do. Then there are those that don’t have a choice. I didn’t have a choice. If I don’t meditate for a long time, I’ll dream. Not just a normal dream, but a spiritually guided dream. The first time it happened it freaked me out because it was about my owner. Now I just accept it. Every dream, or meditation I’ve had a wolf with me. When I think about my owner and I, there is usually a visual in my head of wolves. Of an alpha with its teeth at a females neck, or a female offering her neck or belly to the alpha.

My sex life and my beliefs meld together very well. They feed off of one another. The deeper my connection with my owner, the more sexual I feel, the more spiritual and in tune I feel. I have a friend who is very connected to her beliefs and spends some of her time guiding other pagans with their problems. She told me when my owner and I first started getting close that I was meant to follow him, but I wasn’t ready for him, and he wouldn’t always be there. It freaked me out. I came to learn that she was right, I wasn’t ready to follow him and have him own me, and I learned that she meant he wouldn’t stay the same to me, his role would change, he would change. He has, we have.

I’ve never questioned my beliefs and how they may be at odds with my sex life. They’ve always flowed and grown together. As my submission to my owner deepened, as did my spirituality, my submission freed a part of me that let me open up to everything else I was being offered. I have trouble separating one from the other, because they are both large parts of what make up who I am. I don’t believe that one overrides the other, or that sex must always be at odds with religion. Sex brings life, and the earth is full of it. As a pagan, I worship the earth, the sun, the stars, god, goddess, and I embrace life. I embrace all that creates life, and all the every day bits of magic that we take for granted, and that includes sex. Yes I can be tied and beaten, whipped and flogged, but I can also walk out into a forest and be struck and affected just as deeply as I am with my owner. I value that. I love that I don’t have to fight to separate or meld parts of myself. I just, am.

When I discovered I was pregnant, one my fears was not being able to lose the baby weight relatively fast after giving birth. During my Ob visits, I often checked out the other pregnant ladies’ physiques. I knew early on that I did not want to have a C-Section, therefore elective C-section was not an option. Since I had made this decision I felt no need to read about C-sections on the various pregnancy books I often read. This section was simply skimmed through or skipped.

Boy was that not smart! After a twenty five hour failed inducement, I was taken into the operating room for a C-section. I am very happy to have a wonderful baby girl, and after having her, I feel like she is my world, and since she was born I put her needs ahead of mine. Now, being in a relationship with the addition of my baby has become challenging to keep that spark up. It’s difficult; since I find myself relying on my partner to do everyday house chores, baby care and personal care. During my first weeks after being discharged from the hospital, I relied on my mate to act as a caregiver rather than a romantic partner. After long working days for him, taking care of his two girls, plus sleep deprivation has left no room for romance. Being in this circumstance was beginning to put my young relationship in jeopardy.

Although, l have always believed that a relationship is based on love, care, and just being there for one another, sexuality should not be ignored. I started to comprehend why so many young couples became single mothers. I remembered a famous quote, “The mind is willing but the body is weak and bruised” from Futurama. My partner used to say that to me prior to my pregnancy. Now, I am the one needing to say it back to him – only it’s literal. My hospital’s discharge orders advised no vaginal intercourse until six weeks, and my doctor’s clinic discharge orders were the same.

Fortunately snoo snoo, isn’t the only thing on the menu. Ah the array the things to do on the book. I feel so empowered that from a young age I had a healthy view of my body, knew the importance of diet and exercise, and of course spa pampering does a body good. Sport’s illustrated‘s Swimsuit Issue is my inspiration. I was also equipped with knowledge about sex and the chemistry behind love. Cumming makes everyone happy and in love. And you know what? Even a post-partum woman, with a newborn and sleep deprivation can accomplish it. Ladies don’t forget there is such a thing as oral sex and erotic touch.

Changing things up, trying new things, and communication was the key to keeping my relationship strengthened. Although, I’ll admit I was a bit self-conscious about my stretch marks and my weak belly from the pregnancy — I didn’t let this stop me from enjoying my partner. I know that these things are temporary. There are treatments and exercises that will eventually make me look better, but in the meantime I’ll keep on nursing to not only help my baby but burn many calories. Actually, I am very happy with my body — not only did I lose the baby weight but some additional weight, as well.

Five weeks have passed by, and I feel delighted that the quote I wrote about earlier might just be reverting once again. I could not be happier.

“Well, I was thinking we could watch a movie…?” She asked, shyly, but persistent. There was no way I could really say no to her. She stood there in a towel, covering up as the apartment started to get cold from the air conditioning. I could see her hardened nipples through her towel, and it was driving me crazy.

“Of course we can. What kind of movie do you want to watch? Love story, comedy, thriller…?” She cut me off right there.

“I was thinking we could watch this little “love story,” Kristen said with a smirk on her face as she dropped her towel, pulling out a porno from her purse. The movie was about two girls realizing they had fallen in love with one another. Seemed a bit familiar?

After the movie started, she began to slip her fingers inside of me, one by one. Five minutes passed, and she had relaxed me enough to fit her entire fist in my pussy. It was my first time, and I loved it. She slowly moved her fist inside me, taking care not to hurt me. It did hurt a little, but the pleasure overpowered the pain. I thought to myself Kristen really is something else… No one would have ever been so brave… This was the most sexual passion I had ever experienced in my life.

I rolled over and got a few of my toys. The double headed dildo was my first choice, my glass fist was the second, and third was my large vibrating anal plug. As I laid each one on the bed, Kristen’s eyes started to sparkle. I could tell she was excited, but she didn’t say a word. I wondered what she was thinking. We looked back and forth from each other to the television, getting wetter and wetter each second.

I nudged her, and she knew just what to do. Getting in doggy-style position, Kristen laid her head on a pillow with her ass toward me, begging to be penetrated. I squirted a little lubricant on her, and slowly fingered it into her ass to get her ready for the plug. She moaned with pleasure, and I felt her anal muscles squeeze against my fingers.

I finally inserted the plug and turned it on. Kristen moaned with pleasure as I rubbed my pussy against the end of the anal vibe that was sticking out of her ass. I reached around her with my hands and started to cup and massage her breasts. After a while, she laid down, plug still in place, and she was ready for me to penetrate her in other ways. I pulled out the glass fist, and spread open her legs. I had never used the glass fist before.

As I spread Kristen’s legs open, I saw her pussy glistening from all the wetness. There was no need for lubricant because she was already wet enough. I took the cold glass fist and slowly pushed it inside of her. She started to moan as I rotated it inside of her. I had never seen her so excited and horny in my life.

I pushed and pushed, sliding the fist around and around in her wet pussy until she finally said “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”. Finally, she burst out in a screaming moan. Her nipples instantly hardened, and her breathing became long and deep. I knew she had had the orgasm of her life.

“Stefanie, let’s use the double headed dildo now.” She looked at the TV, where the two girls were ass to ass, fucking each other with a double headed dildo. “Let’s do it just like that.” I got in position, as she inserted the dildo into my pussy. It was so thick and the veins felt so realistic inside of me. I would have thought it was a man, but I wanted nothing but the girl next to me.

Kristen inserted the other end into herself, and she started to move, thrusting against me. We pushed and pushed, ass to ass. Both of us were moaning so loud that the people next door were banging on the wall. We didn’t care a bit.

Kristen stopped, and told me to roll over. She pulled out a mini vibe and grabbed the glass fist. She didn’t give me any warning, and started to thrust and thrust the glass fist into me over and over. I screamed and moaned with pleasure, and I was right on the tip of an orgasm. “Make me cum!” And she did, long and hard.

We both started to kiss, but we were so tired that we had fallen asleep somewhere in the midst of it all. The last thing I remember was telling Kristen how much I had missed her. She was no longer just a stranger in my shower – she was my lover.