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Hello folks!

I'm really embarrassed, actually...I hadn't posted here in so long because I had taken a break from blogging, but interestingly enough, kept getting occasional email notifications that comments were being added on here. I thought I deleted this blog! Obviously not ;)

Well, I'm back, and in a mind to blog again. Please come join me at my new digs, and a blog courtesy of WordPress. I have my own domain too!

exploreros.com

Join me (and Psyche!) at our cozy nest, and read our journal and diary!

The rest of the bells and whistles are being installed as we speak. This blog will continue to remain here for a while, for archival sake (I'm not bringing all this old luggage with me! Oof!).

Love and lust,

~EE

I Just Don't Know When To Leave

I have decided to keep this blog up and running for a while. It's hard to keep a writer down.

Sugasm #60

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Happy Holidays!

Here's hoping that all of you out there have a wonderful time with family and friends this holiday. And if your particular stocking gets stuffed, so much the better!

Happy Holidays!


EE

Sugasm #59

Sugasm #59

Mon 18th Dec, 06

The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasmer participants. Want in Sugasm #60? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
By Invitation Only (http://dirtylittlecockslut.blogspot.com)
“I was being watched by a room full of people, but all I could think about was his thick cock, pounding me, his balls slapping against my ass.”

Love that aural sex (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)
“…The lazy way your honeyed tones flow out, saying my name, or merely whispering “Is that good, baby? You like that?” as you slide a finger in and out of me, deliberately and slowly.”

What BDSM Can Tell Us All About Sex (part 1) (http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)
“That’s another form of power exchange: if I ‘let’ you have sex with someone else, it’s very different than if you sneak off and fuck that person without having permission.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Everyone Diggs Porn (http://sugarbank.com)

Editors’ Choice
Sandra Claus (http://secretbrain.blogspot.com)

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More Sugasm
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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
6 Weird Things About Me Sexually…I’ve Been Tagged! (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)
“F” is for fabulous… (http://blackbookgirls.com)
My Wacky Erotic Mind (http://www.seska4lovers.com)
Sex Toys - Your Next Erotic Frontier (http://sexdriver.blogspot.com)

NSFW Pics (& videos)
Cleanliness is Next to Horniness (http://kitchen-girls.blogspot.com)
Keeley Hazell Calendar 2007 (http://myhotbox.blogspot.com)
Mini-Documentary of me… (video)(http://duckydoo.livejournal.com)
Super hot nude girl from Ron Harris (http://eroticandy.blogspot.com)
Threesome Advice (part 3) (http://www.seskuality.com)

Sex Work
Amateur Porn “Penetration” - Part VI (http://blog.homegrownvideo.com)
Another One About Sex Work (http://sabrinainstockings.com)
Loud Sex (http://www.model-chat.com)
A Quickie (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)

Sexy Humor
10 Unintentionally Naughty and Terrible Domain Names (http://www.teen-porn-site.com)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Anonymous (http://lafillemariee.blogspot.com)
He Took off My Clothes (http://www.suzanneportnoy.com)
I wanted to lick her out so bad (http://thediaryofanenglishrose.blogspot.com)
My Addiction (http://randisexadpoetry.blogspot.com)
Office Heat - Part 1 (http://dirtytalk.wordpress.com)
Red Light Special (http://ellabeecoquette.blogspot.com)
Snowday Sex (http://mandyseroticlife.blogspot.com)
The Sportscar, Part 2 (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)
Such a Nice Girl (http://onlyamirage.blogspot.com)

Sex and Politics
Masturbation: How to Conquer the Corrupting Habit (http://www.taratainton.com)
Teacher fired for porn past (http://deliciously-naughty.typepad.com)

BDSM and Fetish
A Nawty Story: Jenny’s New Slave (http://anawtymouz.blogspot.com)
Dishonourable Discharge (http://assistantmistress.blogspot.com)
Leaving on a Jet Plane (http://naughtythoughtsinmymind.blogspot.com)
Morning masturbation (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
Naval floggings: the girls take their turn (http://www.spankingwriters.com/blog)
Playing at the W, Part III (http://www.betweensheets.net)
Split Penis, Anyone? (Editor’s note: Don’t say we didn’t warn you.) (http://pornster.blogspot.com)

Sex News & Reviews
Blue King Pleasure Scepter Glass Dildo Review (http://stilettodiaries.blogspot.com)
Shay’s Sexmas Gift Guide 2 (http://shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)

Festive fishnets and boots photo courtesy of Verbal Penetration.

New Feed In Place

I've just created a new feed via FeedBurner and posted it on the left side here. I have no readers yet, but hopefully some kind soul out there will take pity on me and sign up for the feed.

Thanks in advance for reading me...

EE

It's All Hydraulics, Really

It is a very simple procedure. Fill the corpora cavernosa with blood, and keep it there, and you produce an erection. However, the wonders of the body never cease to amaze me, and I am fascinated (not to mentioned turned on) every time this bit of magic occurs.

I have been to various body modification sites where all manner of rings, barbels, or other hardware is attached somehow to the penis. I must admit though, that this is not for me. I just find that this area of me is too sensitive to even consider having anything there pierced; I'd be chicken to have an ear done, so don't even suggest my cock.

Another self-modification that fascinates me (but again, I wouldn't attempt), is scrotal infusion, where most usually a saline solution (though other materials are sometimes used) is injected into the scrotal sac by use of a needle, and the result is that the scrotum swells to contain this liquid. After a certain time period, the liquid is absorbed into the body. However, some pictures I've seen show an incredible amount of growth, with the penis perched above a hugely swollen scrotum. I must admit, the idea of the sensation appeals to me, but my life situation gives me neither the alone time or medical skills necessary to attempt such a thing. If you've read any of my earlier stuff here, you'll know that a particular masturbatory scenario of mine is to surround my penis with warm water and pressure on it, producing a hands-free erection and orgasm. This is associated with my quick pregnancy/inflation/belly fetish, although one can argue that it's a chicken and egg issue, since I really don't know which precipitated the other. Scrotal infusion would be a very real way of seeing this happen in real life, though with my luck, something would go wrong, and I'd hit a blood vessel instead of the sac itself. But I do think about it. The idea of having this full, tight, swinging sensation between my legs and propping up my erect cock is an exciting one. But, one I'll get through other means right now, thanks.

Finally, there is the idea of penis pumps and cock rings in my personal experience. I have been thinking about getting a pump for a while now, though it would be more for the masturbatory experimentation and orgasm then any particular need for penetration. I have used rings off and on over the years, and their start for me came when I first found that using a rubber band when I hit puberty around the base of my cock took my erection to a whole new level. I had to find just the right size band, and took care to make sure only to leave it on for 30 minutes or less during a session. Once I learned the great life lesson that other guys actually enjoyed this too, and that there was something called a cock ring that I could buy to use in my fun, I moved up from my home-brew solution. But, I do admit, I have been know to revert back to my teen years when I find myself in a situation where I want to play, but no rings are to be found. Rubber bands are just so darn ubiquitous; there's always one around when you need it.

The rush of blood to the organ is always arousing, of course. When having a usual erection, the cock fills and stands up straight at attention. Orgasm occurs for me, then all goes back to normal. Using the band/ring, the situation is different. The blood fills, and then just keeps on packing it in. Whereas some blood will always leave a simple erection, using a ring keeps this blood in. As a result, my cock gets big(ger). OK, huge. So much so that it sometimes has a hard time pointing straight up, and falls over to one side or the other. Take my fetish preference, and here's a setup for fun. With myself swollen to huge proportions, I slip on a pair of bikini briefs, and pack myself in. There's only two directions to point myself -- straight up or straight down. I usually opt for up. The bulge is, of course, noticeable, but the confinement in the tight space is what drives my wild here. Often, pointing straight up like this, I simply have no room inside the brief for the tip, and my cock will end up sticking out of the waistband. Sometimes this can be used to advantage as well, as I can then pull down the waistband to the base of my cock, trapping a bit more blood, and allowing my cock to then sway down in front of me. The effect is quite fun to see. Move side to side, and my cock takes just a second or two more to make the journey. The full feeling as it slaps against first one thigh, and then the other, feels good as well.

Orgasm again is different between the methods used to achieve erection for me. A regular erection results in a full flow of semen as it leaves me; using a ring or band, the orgasmic feeling is more intense, but the flow is smaller, due to its being trapped to an extent by the band. To increase this volume, I can remove the band before the orgasm comes; sometimes time just doesn't allow it. After an erection without a band, recovery time is pretty quick. The swelling in my cock goes down, everything returns to normal. Using a ring, removing it after orgasm tends to (for me) leave more blood than normal in my cock, and so the erection is semi-hard for a longer period of time, sometimes for 20 - 30 minutes or so. This makes multiple sessions possible when I'm up for it.

As long as proper precautions are taken, this remains a wonderful release for me. I am always careful never to go too long on time with a band on. 30 minutes is the absolute limit. I don't want to have any blood vessels burst on me. But, in the long run, filling and refilling the penis this way does lead to a bit of lengthening, as new blood vessels are formed inside to handle the increased volume. I've noticed this over time.

And who said that working out had to be a pain?

Sexy Drive-By #2: The Office Party

Ah, the office party. Where we all get together outside of work to see everyone in all their partying glory. Alcohol is always involved, which makes everyone's personality that much more intense. As most of the group was playing poker, I was at a table in the back with one of my co-workers who normally has a bit of a low self-esteem problem. Not bad, but yet is always ready to put herself down when comparing her body or marriage or any other part of her life with someone else.

It was while we were making small talk that she asked me what I though of her outfit. She had a red velvet top on trimmed in white around the neckline, and a Santa hat. What was not to like? Especially the way the red velvet hugged her body. I told her she looked fine -- very festive, in fact. She leaned over and, in a lowered hush, told me "thanks...I lost 5 pounds recently and wanted to show it off a bit. I even considered going something tighter, to show off my tits, but I didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea."

Mmmm...let me think about that for a bit.

EE

Sugasm #58

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The One-Piece Suit

We had been living together for about two years when I approached her with the idea. She knew of my preferences, and we had some wonderful sex where she would talk about being heavily pregnant, but when I came up with the idea for her involving the one-piece bathing suit, she took right to it, like...well, like a fish to water, I suppose.

I told her my story of how I had used a plastic bag underneath a shirt (and sometimes tucked inside sweats as well) to simulate a pregnant belly, with the resulting warmth and pressure on my cock providing a mind-blowing orgasm. She was fascinated. She said it seemed a natural progression, from talking about it in bed to play-simulating it. She was open to just about anything when it came to different ways of getting us off. This one looked like it just might work.

When it comes to the building up the anticipation, nothing beats drawing out the planning stage. She waited until the weekend to ask if I wanted to go out with her clothes shopping, casually tossing out the nugget that, since she had really grown out of the last bathing suit she owned, that it would probably be a good idea to get a new one. Did I want to come? Of course, the joke here writes itself.

We got into the car and traveled out to the sports specialty shop. When we got to the Aquatics section, she made the effort to browse the swim goggles and fins, noting out of the corner of her eye my reactions as she seemed not the least interested in heading over to where the suits were sold. At last, possibly sensing my increasing agitation, she shot an "easy, boy" at me, and sauntered over to have a look. She took her time, tsk-tsking over the fact that a bikini might be nice as well, but not particularly practical for this application. She got to the one-piece racks, and looked for more than a few minutes. It was fun to see her put such an effort in to the purchase. And she saw me chuckling as she tested various suits, tugging the front of the material as if to test how far it might indeed stretch on her at the mid-section. Finally, with a wink, she picked up a blue number with a diagonal silver stripe coming from the left shoulder down to the right hip. We headed home, she taking particular pains to point out that maybe it wouldn't be big enough in the middle, maybe the seams wouldn't hold, and so on. I could barely get comfortable in my seat, as my erection seemed to keep getting in the way.

Once home, she took pity on me and expressed interest in trying out the new toy. She headed into the bedroom, me close on her heels, to change. I took the opportunity to get comfortably naked. Nude before me, we embraced, her whispering into my ear "honey, I have to admit, this is turning me on something awful", and she guided one of my hands down to her mound, and her fur was wet to the touch. I kissed her back hungrily, then she pulled out the suit, removed the tags, and slipped it on. Sure enough, there was a bit of a gap at the waist. "That's your area of expertise", she said simply. Then, before she led me off to the bathroom, she looked me deep in the eyes. "Fill me up". I promised to try.

She sat down on the side of the antique claw-footed tub, and I went and got a bag to use. Coming back, we tucked it inside the suit, with the open end of the bag gathered together just at the neck. We tested the water temperature by running the shower for a few seconds, getting it just to body temperature. Then she settled herself down into a lounging position, and rested her head against a folded towel behind her head. Finally, we removed the showerhead and its hose from its bracket, and tucked it inside the neck of the bag. Finally, she twisted the open end around the hose a few times, and I secured it with a twist-tie. She was ready to go. I pulled up a chair and scooted over right next to the side of the tub, giving her arm's-length access to my erect self. She asked if I wanted to do the honors, or should I. I told her to go ahead. She reached up and behind herself, and turned on the shower.

It took a second for the warm water to run the length of the hose and out the showerhead. Then it was in her, filling her. We could hear the water gurgling as it merrily ran down to the bottom of the bag, pooling at the bottom right between her legs. She smiled slowly. "I like it," she said. I could see where her wetness had already started soaking the material between her legs. I reached down with two fingers, inside of the suit, and rubbed her clit for a few seconds...she sighed in an approving way. Then more water started to fill her.

The lycra in the suit took her suddenly burgeoning middle in stride, and began to round her out. She spread out a bit to the sides, and she took her hands and held her new belly from below, smiling and giggling as it grew. She bounced it from below a few times, and the satisfying slosh it made was cute and sexy.

After a few minutes, the water had gotten to a point where it was now filling out the built-in bra cups. She said that the sensation of the warm water over her nipples was heaven. I reached over to run my fingers around them a bit, playing with them the way that she liked when we played. She moaned with pleasure. Her belly had now filled out quite a bit in the front, and she wanted to readjust her position in the tub. She leaned forward, and her belly filled out in front of her, almost reaching to her knees. She crossed her legs underneath her, and sitting this way, her belly floated all around her, covering over the sides of her hips and her bent knees. She was now all belly. I told her how close I was to coming, and she obligingly told me to turn off the shower, as she could not now reach it easily herself. I strained forward to reach it, then settled back. She masterfully stroked my cock back and forth, and leaned to the side enough so that she could take me into her mouth. As the explosion built inside me, she suddenly released her hold on me, and slowly pulled me out of her mouth. "Hold that thought, sugar. Haven't you always wanted to come on a pregnant woman's big ol' belly?" I nodded, and was ready to go, right now. "Hang on, can you? I want to do one last thing for you." I was on the verge, but took a minute or two, measuring my breathing, until the urge to come passed. I was still hard as a rock. "Ready baby?" she asked. Ready, I said. She held my cock again in her right hand, and snaked her left around her back and up above her, to grasp the faucet handle one more time.

She turned it on, then threw it all the way over to the strongest flow.

As the water roared inside her, filling her out so impossibly round that I thought that suit would burst every last seam right there in the tub, I heard the roaring in my ears as well. Her breasts were ballooning crazily, and she sat up with her back straightened, and watched herself expand to the point where her belly actually shuddered under the force of the water. She covered fully half the tub's length now. She stroked and pointed my cock right dead center at that belly.

"Now, lover. Now."


EE

Body Self-Image: Nudity at Home

One of my friends asked me a question recently in a conversation that I call the "Newlywed Game" question; "Name something about yourself that no one else knows." Well, my wife and I have gone back and forth on this one over the years, occasionally prepping ourselves with these little bits of internal trivia, as if we're readying ourselves should Bob Eubanks step out of the shadows and demand an answer.

I gave my friend a stock answer, which happens to be true: I love watching top-fuel drag racing on TV. Now, you don't know me, but if you did, you'd know this...I can't stand watching any other racing on TV. NASCAR, Indy, whatever...just tell me when they crash; that's exciting. But there's something about watching the explosive power of those dragsters sometimes literally exploding off the starting line that has always caught my attention.

I mention this because I read a post on a blog the other day (and I apologize because I can't think of the name of said blog right now -- I've been trying to educate myself here in the sexblogging arena, as I'm still new, y'all) on a game where you share something no one else knows about you, but in a sexblogger-style. The post I was reading shared an item that is similar to mine; that, when at home, and whenever possible, I'm more comfortable nearly naked.

Now how it got to this point is up for debate, but I've got a pretty good idea how it started. I'm a relatively big guy -- 6'3" tall, and until a few years ago, close to 300 lbs (I've lost a bunch since). But having that sort of metabolism just naturally stoked the internal heater in my body, and I noticed that I was always "the warm one" in any environment, be it at home, work, or out somewhere. So, to know me means that you'll almost never see me wearing a long-sleeved shirt. Sweaters? God no, though I have some nicely styled ones in my closet. And so, I think it must have started one day when I returned to the quiet confines of my own place and said, "Wow, it's warm in here; I'm gonna ditch this shirt". Of course, this is no big deal in the world of men; we get to shed shirts all the time, and society could care less. Personally, I think this courtesy should be extended to all womenfolk as well, but that's another post.

I also find that I'm efficient and lazy at the same time. Efficient, in that when I come home, I want to shed whatever pants or jeans I'm wearing to get them into the hamper for the next wash; lazy in that I look at changing into something new for the evening hours in my own home, and go "why bother?" I mean it's just for a few hours before I go to bed, right? So, I'll just stay with the undergarment du jour (switch to a cleaned pair, natch), and be able to relax and be comfortable.

I'm guessing that's how it started, many years ago. Today, it's de rigeur. My wife knows as soon as I come home from work, if we've got nothing going on outside of the house that evening, that my first stop is to the bedroom closet, where I'll me shedding the day's duds. Then I can relax. She doesn't complain or think it's odd (she loves to mention how the increased accessibility to my body has its own benefits), and so now I never think about it; it's just who I am.

Until I read that post. I thought about it in the context of comfort within your own skin, being able to be you without the outer armor, and be happy with where you are at the moment, whether too tall, too skinny, too fat, too short...whatever. I've often thought that I'd make a great naturalist, hanging out at the resorts with other people of the same mind. There just hasn't come a point in my life where the opportunity has presented itself. But I'd love to see how I'd do.

I bet I'd be a natural. And I bet I'd be cool at the same time ;)

EE

Discuss amongst yourselves: How comfy do you feel in your own skin? Given the nature of sexblogging, do you feel that we might naturally tend towards loving the skin we're in a little more, or less (we're more aware, and therefore, more critical)? Let's see those comments, compadres ;)

Body Lust 1: Belly

I had been marveling at her breasts ever since she had told me that she had nothing on but that sexy black bodysuit under her soft, red robe . She had undone the robe's sash, and let it slip off her shoulders and down to her waist. She had really filled out since I had seen her last, and the bodysuit hugged that very pregnant figure and its every developed curve.

We made our way to the bedroom, the robe now forgotten on the floor.

As we fell into each other as only long-time lovers can, she nibbled on my ear about mid-way through the festivities.

"I've got a new trick I can do for you," she cooed. "I knew it would drive you wild."

Anything you do drives me wild, sugar.

I was halfway through working the bodysuit off her, and I had it peeled down to just below her beautiful, wonderfully round pregnant belly. She scooted away from me then, and got up on her hands and knees on the bed.

"Look at what I can do!"

Her belly was swaying below her and barely -- just barely -- brushing the mattress. Actually, it was the popped-out belly button that was bumping against the sheets.

"You like? I know it had always been a little fantasy of yours, to see me grow so big that I could almost balance myself on the bed without having to lower myself."

I liked. I lusted, actually. She saw the signs in my eyes. She got off the bed and pointed at me with one curled finger.

"Lay yourself down right here, cowboy." She patted a spot near the head of the bed. I wasted no time sliding into the directed position. My fully erect cock bobbed as I scooted the last few inches into the right spot. She then climbed over the foot of the bed, and lowered herself between my legs, bumping and rubbing my cock with her solid mid-section, and smothered my face into her over-ripe breasts.

She always did like seeing me get off slipped inside that glorious cleavage of hers before she was pregnant. It turns out she liked me doing the same on that lovely, enormous belly. After the first that just couldn't wait, it was her turn, with me guiding her favorite vibe as she urged me on with her hands, exploring all over her mounds, both upper and lower. Returning to just flit casually around her clit, it wasn't long before she surrendered to herself. It was beautiful to see, and I always felt wonderful knowing that she was getting off on herself as much as I was.

The late news was now on. Both hot and tired, we left the sheets only half-on us both as we lay there in the flickering light.

We fell asleep later with me behind her, cupping one arm under her breasts, as she rested her right leg over my thigh.

It all started with that damned glorious black bodysuit.

EE

Sugasm #57

Sugasm #57

Mon 4th Dec, 06

This week’s best of the sex blogs from the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasmer participants. Want in Sugasm #58? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
The Other Side of Hotwifery (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)
“Since he had been so cavalier about it prior to my ever actually going through with such an event, I had given almost no thought to how it might affect him.”

The Blender (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
“You want to pick me? Did I win a contest?”

Meeting in a Car - part one (http://emergingontheotherside.blogspot.com)
“His tongue teased hers, and her lips teased his in retaliation”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Welcome to Googlestan! Google Purges Adult Content from Search Results (http://sugarbank.com)

Editors’ Choice
Desire so overwhelming I could do anything (http://sugarbutch.blogspot.com)

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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
A Way With Words: Aural Fixation (http://exploreros.blogspot.com)
Breaking the golden rule, Part I (http://www.betweensheets.net)
Confronting Things Head-On: How We Got Here (Part 1 of 2) (http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)
Sex Addict?! (http://www.model-chat.com)
Sex and the Movies (http://hard-and-fast.blogspot.com)
“Tossing the Salad” (http://sexeteria.net)

Sex & Politics
Anti-Anti-Pornography, Part III: A Concept (http://www.teen-porn-site.com/blog)

NSFW Pics (& videos)
First alone thanksgiving (http://stealthbombshell.blogspot.com)
Get a grip! (http://kitchen-girls.blogspot.com)
Half-Nekkid Sex Blogging (http://www.tarasnaughtyshop.com)
Happy HNT - Sexy Holiday Stockings (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
“I Like Men, Women, Angels…” (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)
MILF sucks on a cock (4) (video) (http://deepthroat.ilovejulienight.com)

BDSM and Fetish
A Nawty Story: Kitten’s Reward and Punishment (http://anawtymouz.blogspot.com)
On Loan, Finale (http://engrailed.com)

Sex Work
What Happened to Good Old Fashioned BDSM? (http://lipstickexplosion.com)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
A Break From The Dance (http://mandyseroticlife.blogspot.com)
Crush - Part II (http://lafillemariee.blogspot.com)
Eyes (http://designingintimacy.blogspot.com)
Guy #2: November 24, 2006 - The Swing (http://mysexualmisadventures.blogspot.com)
He Says (http://sexcakes.blogspot.com)
I am yours (http://wetbeyondbelief.blogspot.com)
Late Night Meeting (http://dirtylittlecockslut.blogspot.com)
Lori – Part II (http://masterenigma.blogspot.com)
My girlfriend the stripper, part 1 (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)
Phoenix Has a Long Night at The Office (http://dirtydetails.blogspot.com)
The School Camp (http://wanklog.blogspot.com)
Why I Love My Job… (http://stilettodiaries.blogspot.com)

Sex News & Reviews
Girls with Guns: There’s Nothing Sexier (http://www.taratainton.com)
Most Erotic Sex Movie Scene (http://ncnewcpl4u.blogspot.com)
Ray Spade Retro Collection (http://retrosexblog.com)
Welcome to “Sir Dirty Joke” by Sir Dirty Joke (http://sexblogwelcome.blogspot.com)
Why You Shouldn’t Spend Money On SkinVideo (http://ylovesporn.com)

Sexy Humor
What did Simon Cowell do before he was famous? (http://sextoysinsider.com)

Cute HNT pic courtesy of Texas Spitfire.

World of Warcraft Sucked Me In

I tried to resist; I really did. My addictive personality really didn't need this. But it happened. I saw too many ads for the "free 10 days of access" to World of Warcraft (WoW), a massive multiplayer online game, and I gave in. And, true to form, after day one of immersion into this superb online game, I was hooked. I upgraded my account, and now I'm in this fix but good.

OK, why is it that online gamers have to be so much like society in general? And don't give me this crap about how the online experience is just a little microcosm of our society IRL. I know that already. But somehow I saw this scenario developing: In WoW, I can be a fantasy character. I can use magic, I can perform great feats of strength. I can 'belong' to a bigger online group, a sense of online family, even. Everyone is free to have fun, and engage in online community-building.

So why are there so many jerks online?

I think that all that teen male testosterone has to go somewhere. And so hey, when you're young (real young) and hip, and know a bit about gaming, then you have to have a presence online, right? No matter what, you're going to have your opinion heard, and be just as rude and obnoxious online as you probably are to people offline. Yes, the internet has always provided the anonymity to be someone you're not, but sheesh...do the rude idiots have to be everywhere?

I choose to portray a female character online. Why? No, I'm not out looking to score with the babes. I find that there are already enough male characters online, and females are a challenge to play, and play well. Also, the few other female characters I've come across have been genuinely interested in the game and the role-playing (and yes, I'm aware that there are other males playing females online; as long as they're good at the role-playing, who am I to judge? The more, the merrier).

I started looking around to see if there were any all-female guilds. The only one I've seen with promise is based out of Australia, so they wouldn't necessarily be around at the times I would be online.

My best friends have always been female, my entire life. I get along with them well, I find them to be more entertaining and challenging to my own point of view, and quite frankly, I have male friends too, but I know how guys are. We get tiring after a while. I aspire for more quality in my friendships.

So...:sigh:...any female WoW players out there who want to team up and help a female level 7 mage move up the ranks a bit? If so, email me, and we'll talk.

If not, it's gonna be a long winter.

Now Is The Winter Of My Content

So now comes winter to this part of the States, even though officially it doesn't arrive for a few more weeks. Along with the colder months comes a time where we tend to hibernate a bit more in our homes and other cozy places. This month also sees a bunch of holiday gatherings happening at my workplace, and then the major family get-togethers at home. Two factors coming together at this time of year -- food, and warm winter clothing.

I think it's fairly well established now that I have a definite oral fixation. Anything curved on a woman's body has the potential to light me up if only it's a little more curved, a little more packed. As we tend to hibernate during the cold winter months, we also tend to eat just a little bit more. As a result, those cute little bellies of my female friends tend to fill out a bit, get a little rounder, get a little softer. We also switch to wearing bulkier clothing -- sweaters, shirts, coats -- so those wonderful parts can grow a bit more, secure in the knowledge that their owners are keeping them well-protected, warm, and dry.

I've spoken of my fascination for well-endowed bellies, breasts, hips, and butts before here. I've also noticed a change in myself over the years. Where I once would have categorized myself as an out-and-out BBW or SSBBW fan, where cups are overflowing everywhere, I see myself retreating a bit from that IRL. Now, as the "Skinny" video posted here recently models, I find myself attracted to women who still fall in the BBW realm, only not so over-the-top. (Wow, I still can't get that image out of my head of the BBW in the video with the beautiful breasts rolling to and fro across the top of that corset). But I digress.

I'm sure most of you have become very sexually stimulated during the day, and have looked for ways to relieve the tension. I am also interested, however, in sometimes *prolonging* the tension, to feel myself sexually stimulated during the day. Oh sure, women have all sorts of interesting options; Shay wrote about Ben Wa balls here. My version is to take an empty toy balloon, fill it with warm water to the point where it just begins to expand, and then tie it off. I then nestle it inside my briefs, resting it just under my shaft, nicely half-hard in anticipation. A little bit about me you do not know -- I use a wheelchair because of a disability, so I am sitting down all day. This is how I can pull it off and keep it in place all day. I can feel it down there between my legs, and my semi-erect to erect cock can bounce up and down upon it off and on during the day. The sensation is extraordinary. I once told a female college friend of mine that I knew well about it, and she at first asked if it wasn't similar to guys stuffing a sock down there to fill things out a bit in their jeans. Then she looked at me, and said, "But wait, we're talking YOU here -- oh, OK, that makes sense to me now." She promised to never punch me there without asking first, just to make sure. I thanked her for thinking of me and my body in such a caring fashion.

So, how about you? Do you do anything "extra" from time to time to get you off during the day, either at work or home? Shoot me a comment or email.

And, oh yes...I'm packing today. Shhhh...

EE

Working Up A Sweat

I wanted to call this post "Dealing with our preferences at home, at work, and in society in general", but then thought better of it. I was compelled to post after a situation that happened where I work yesterday.

My work team consists of a core of ten people, and because of the kind of work we do, we tend to have very close working relationships. We also meet once a week for a staff meeting. At this week's meeting, one of our team members announced that she was pregnant. This wasn't that unexpected -- we had all attended her wedding last year, and we knew she and her husband wanted children. But...then she said she was pregnant, about 8 weeks, and was due in July. That was reality. None of the other females on my team have been pregnant since I've worked here. As I took in the words she was saying, I knew my pupils were dilating. I shifted in my seat, as I suddenly became very aware that I was becoming excited at the image of her soon-to-be expanding curves. She's not even my type, I thought, but the subtle teasing of my id was not to be ignored.

I chastised myself. I mean, it's great self-knowledge to know what your triggers are, but for god's sake, you have to show a little self-restraint now and then, too. I went home and thought about how I should handle this (I know, this is all very egocentric. She's the one who's pregnant. Just focus here for a moment).

Well, there was a confluence of events that happened last night. I posted the video below this post of "Skinny", and those women were rattling around in my head. Very erotic. Then I saw another image on a blog relating to someone in a bikini. That got mixed in with the video. Then this news from my co-worker. I went to sleep with all this stimuli. Something had to give. I worked it out in a nice, warm shower the next morning.

I am at a point in my life where I refuse to not allow lust a way in to my brain. Lust makes anything possible. Lust is good.

This morning, I knew I needed to diffuse the tension between what I was feeling and my co-worker. I IM'ed her and told her congratulations again for the great news. I also told her that she was going to look so cute and sexy with a big, pregnant belly. She is about 6'1" or so, and has an athletic, slim build. She laughed it off, saying she was interested in what she would look like herself. I told her, in an off-hand way, that I'd have to watch myself, because I found pregnant bellies very attractive. She tool it in the spirit intended, laughed, and said "I love it when you stop by my office to chat...you always have a way of making me laugh." Ahh, off the hook.

It will be a fun seven months. And it made me wonder...we all have our little preferences or fetishes, if you prefer (if not, why are you reading this blog?). How do you deal with stimulating events that happen out of your comfort zone at home? For example, ever get so turned on at work that you had to get yourself off right then and there? I have. Thank goodness for the big, roomy, accessible stalls at work. How about you? Share a sexy story with me in the comments, or via email at: explore.eros@gmail.com

EE

Lo-rider: "Skinny"

OK, you want to really know what turns me on? Check out this video from a group called Lo-rider for their song "Skinny". They would have to use a few crowbars to pry me away from any of these women. I cannot stop watching it. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

*This* is celebrating yourself, this is celebrating curves, this is celebrating voluptuousness, this is being sexy as hell.

Wow, I need a shower now.

EE

An Open Post To The Feedees

Hi. You don't know me, and that's fine. However, you may find yourself a bit similar to me. If you have been searching Google or Technorati or some other engine for words like "feedee" or "belly", you may have come across this blog. Wonderful! Come on in; I've got very comfy places to sit.

The reason I called you by today is to give you a restful place. Looking around at all the Blogger and MySpace and LiveJournal pages out there, there is no shortage of men and women coming to realize that they have a singular fascination with themselves, their belly/bust/hips etc., and their weight. Only this is not a bad thing for you; this is something to celebrate. Wonderful! This space, ExplorEros, is safe space. If you look around a bit, you'll see a few stories I've written over the years, most posted on Dimensions Magazine's online repository; others I wrote for various private feeder/feedee newsletters. However, there was a reason I eventually got out of it, and it was the exploitation of the feedee that I saw around me. Well, on many of the online journal sites, I see it happening again, so I wanted to post about it, letting you know that I know it happens, and understand how you may feel.

Now this post is mainly for the younger folk who have recently decided to explore this fascination with themselves online. You may have felt for many years that you were crazy, that you were the only one in the world who felt this way about your belly, how it looks and feels to you, and how it feels when it's filled, or maybe when you put your clothes on around it. Well, you of course are not alone in this, and welcome to the online world! As many of you have found, there are many communities around the web that are there to help you feel a sense of connectedness to others who feel as you do. Bravo! You're on your way to really exploring this part of yourself.

But, the downsides are there as well. This part goes out to the women reading this. You will find that the feeder community will welcome you, and then some of the males will try to smother you. Being a female online is hard enough, with all the propositioning that you must endure from time to time. Add a particular focus on something a male feeder finds a fascination with -- your belly, or an interest in feeding it -- and things may get scary for you very quickly. You may be deluged with email from men who will hound you for photos of yourself (more specifically, your belly), ask you to go on your webcam with them, ask no other questions than how much you currently weigh -- and then remain silent when you want to engage in just friendly conversation outside of these areas.

Now, notice that I didn't say that any of this fascination about yourself is wrong, or that the increased communication is unwanted -- the sense of validation you receive when you become part of a shared experience is fantastic. I myself have a particular appreciation for enlargement fantasy; just look around this blog. However, I also want you to know that there are folks out there who exist solely to prey upon men and women (though much more on women)to accommodate their need to get off on this part of you, without necessarily caring about the *entire* you. This is exploitation. This is not fun. And I know it exists.

So, just as there are bad, manipulative folks out there, there are plenty of wondeful individuals who will encourage you to explore this part of yourself. And so, now that I've given my warning to you, what can you do here instead to celebrate this part of you?

Well, I'd like to feature you on these pages. For each person willing to share a bit about themselves, I'd love to have you send me an email, to explore.eros@gmail.com, and in it, tell me about how you first discovered this fascination with your body, your feelings at the time, and what excites you about it now. If you want to send along a photo to accompany the story, that's fine, or you can certainly leave it out. I also want to make all this safe for you by keeping it as anonymous as you'd like. If you don't wish me to share your online name, or email, just let me know. As I receive them, I'll post them as time permits. If you were asking me, I first discovered my belly fascination with a combination of pregnant relatives, and the realization that stuffing things down below felt really good; but you can read that elsewhere on this blog :) Tell me your favorite ways to feel full these days (they don't always have to be food!) ;) ...tell me whatever you'd like to share. And then see what happens when you realize that you are part of a larger community, and that some folks really are here to celebrate you, as they celebrate themselves.

I hope this post finds you well, in love (or lust), and looking to find out more about you while you share your story with others.

EE

Overheard At Lunch

As I was waiting in the cafeteria where I work to checkout, this conversation between two 20-something girls:

G1: So she's been back from the surgery for a while now, and she stopped by last night. Oh my god, she looks awesome now! You should see how they did the implants...you can hardly tell that there was any incision at all!

G2: Wow, that's great! So what do they look like? I can't imagine her bigger.

G1: Well, she let me see them *and* feel them (giggle). They aren't hard at all, they look and feel real!

G2: And how is ____ feeling about herself now?

G1: Oh man, it's like she's a different person! She says that she loves how they look and feel now. With them bigger, she feels like someone filled them up with liquid, and she's really packed now (sly laugh). She says she loves how she fills out her tops now.

G2: That's awesome. I'd so love to have bigger boobs!


Hmm, looks like even the 'normal folk' have inflation dreams now and then :)

EE

A Way With Words: Aural Fixation

In my wanderings around the online world over the years, I was fortunate enough to meet various women who did share, to a certain extent, the fantasies that I have. Reading through a story or two of mine, you'll notice that there is a definite touch of pregnancy fantasy, but that the wish fulfillment that the fantasy brings has nothing to do with the ultimate product, the baby. In mulling this over for many years (we psych grads are nothing if not introspective), I've come to the conclusion that in my fantasy, the climax comes at the thought of the body temporarily losing control of itself, to the point where the climax is inevitable. Curves that were merely pleasing or mildly erotic now become enhanced, pushed beyond their normal limits. The rapid progression of the pregnant belly and breasts become metaphors for the building orgasm inside me.

Once explored with other women, some realized that they had a part of that fantasy within themselves. The body is an amazing vehicle for our fantasies -- both other bodies as well as our own. It's well-documented the way that society sends messages about what is deemed 'acceptable' to women and men. It's up to us to determine how much sway that societal opinion is going to have in our own lives. And I'm not talking about how we interact with others, as we very deftly put on our suits of mental armor as we deal with others in our lives. I mean how we see ourselves...and this most definitely enters the arena of play and fantasy.

Those with differing body types may all see themselves as something quite different during self-play, from being the same body shape to something with less weight or defining curves, some more, some in a different gender, with the accompanying sexual body parts to play with.

But again, there is also a focus that occurs with the thought of 'losing control' of one's body for some...and in the little bit of research I've been able to do inside the realm of fetish within the anime and hentai community, the loss of control of one's body to forces outside oneself is a very powerful theme. With this loss of control, sometimes great powers emerge.

I will admit that this last thought, that of a bit of loss of control, as well as a temporary gender swap, lies within my fantasy play centering around an exaggerated pregnancy fantasy. Other women I have met over the years also claim a sense of exaggeration coming through their play, where bellies, breasts, and other parts of them become rounder, heavier, more curved, more filled. This sense, in part, of becoming a "mother earth" type of woman held a powerful sexual release for them. This blended well with my particular fantasy play, so a few of these women became very good online friends of mine.

We quickly realized that reading each others' erotica and chat logs in private room encounters was wonderful, however another sensation was missing -- that of the voice. There is something sexually delicious about hearing a particularly effective fantasy being expressed through the spoke word directly into your own ears. And so, a private phone club was developed over the years with myself and these women who shared body-manipulation fantasies. We called ourselves the "Aural Sex Club", and would setup times to call each other when the need arose for getting off in some private time.

We were all in different stages of relationships when this all started; I was single at the time, but beginning to see someone in college. Others were married, divorced, widowed, single, seeing someone -- all realms of possibility. Some friends needed to give up the circle for various reasons, but there continues to be a core group of us that have the most wonderful shared fantasies online and off via voice. Interestingly enough, using webcams has not yet entered the realm of what we've experienced.

But, polling the group over the years, we came up with certain words that triggered an erotic nerve in our fantasies. Naturally enough, they all have to do with body parts and their various stages of being. We're all quite happy with a designation of "orally fixated", as we definitely are.

Here's some words we enjoy, when used to describe erogenous zones on the body (mostly belly, breasts, hips, butt):

full (fuller, fullness), curve (curving, curvaceous), fill (filling, filled), burst (bursting), round (rounded, rounding, rounder), pop (popping, popped), grow (growing, grown), stretch (stretched, stretching), blow (blowing up), inflate (inflating, inflated), tight (tighter, tightest, tightening), tear (tearing, torn), excite (excited, exciting), engorge (engorged, engorging), hard (harder, hardest, hardening), wet (wetter, wettest), packed, push (pushed, pushing), roll (rolling)

...to name a few. We've all gotten very good over time at setting just the right mood and triggering the right reaction in the body to send someone over the edge with wonderful regularity. Need a quick release or a long one? Can do. And it's always a mind-blowing orgasm, as well.

I was in radio for a short time, and I've often wondered if there was a market for women calling men for sexual release. I don't know enough about the market to know if that need exists, but it'd be fun to give it a try. Finding out if this specific quick body-transformational fantasy is out there amongst women has been a long pursuit, but one I'm in no hurry to complete. As the old saying goes, if you think you're alone in what turns you on, just go online. Eventually, you'll find others that share the same fantasy.

I've found some, but I'm always looking for others...

Email me if you'd like to explore this for yourself.

EE