Creampies, Swallowing, Snow Balling, and Cum Play

creampieI’ve recently discovered the joys of creampies. Ok, not quite recently. I know what they are as I’ve seen them in a few porns. And to be honest, I thought it was pretty disgusting. But for those of you who aren’t aware of what a creampie is, lemme ‘splain. A cream pie is when a man ejaculates in a vagina and the semen seeps out. Similarly, an anal creampie is the same, only it comes out of her bootay. So when the semen comes out, it looks like, you guessed it, a creampie.

At first I really didn’t care for creampies. The 11-year-old me who just got through the mandatory Sex Ed week in grade school would to overthink it: “Oh my god, what if the porn star gets pregnant? Will she know which guy got her pregnant? How many guys will she have to do a paternity test for?” Yes, those were all thoughts that have actually gone through my mind as I jill off to creampie videos. Now, however, as a normal, everyday watcher of porn, it turns me on. I no longer see it as something perverted. And I definitely do not get worried about porn stars unintentionally becoming mothers. I still think of it as a random guy marking a nobody’s body as his territory, but now, creampies have a whole new different connotation.

And because I watch a lot of porn, I’ve become well-trained on how to spot a pre-emptive creampie. The guy will turn the chick so that she’s on all fours (because that’s the best camera angle to show a creampie). He will keep fucking her either in her ass of vagina, and will continue to do so until he cums. When he does, his balls will tighten up and his pace will quicken. He knows when he’s about to orgasm. Even though it feels the best to stick his dick all the way in her when he cums, he will refrain from doing this and cum as shallow as possible, even go so far as to pulling out all the way except for his head. This ensures that more of his semen will come out for the creampie. My favorite is when she pushes out the white ooze into a fancy little glass goblet (which the production assistant probably got from TJ Maxx because they’ve got fabulous deals; I don’t really care for the plastic ice cream bowls you get 4 for $1 at Wal-Mart during the summer months, that’s so tacky) and she drinks the semen. That takes swallowing to a whole new level and is up there with cum swapping, only you do it with yourself.

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How My Self-Stock Changes Over The Years (Part 1)

sexy_poker1When I was four-years-old, a classmate and I got in front in front of our kindergarten class and sang a song for everyone. I wish I can tell you it was “Billie Jean” and that it ended a moonwalk. I wish I can tell you that we brought puppets and put on a cute little show. And I really wish I had brought in a photo album with pictures of me as a flower girl at my uncle’s wedding. But that would not be very exciting. We rehearsed for hours in my tiny room in my tiny apartment a neat little number about boyfriends. One hand on our hips while the other raised an index finger to the audience as we sang in unison: “And I’m gonna find me a boyfriend…a boyfriend…a boyfriend. And I’m gonna find me a boyfriend…today!” We thought we were hot shit, she and I. The next day, my teacher, who was friends with my mom, had an impromptu parent-teacher conference in our kitchen. “Come on, V…sing the song again!”

“NO!!” I screamed and stormed out. Why must they make a mockery of my search for true love???

As silly as that story is, the point is this: when you’re young and naive to the world, all you know is that you want something. You don’t know why, but because you’re impressionable, your instinct is to desire something that make other people happy. Why? Because I want to be happy, too! I just learned to spell my whole name and already I wanted to have a boyfriend. Thanks, “Three’s Company” and Shasta Cola for making me envious of things that I had no business envying.

As a child, you’re very basic in terms of prioritizing your needs versus your wants. Water, air, food, and shelter are all things that were readily available to you. Except during the summer I turned 18 and I had to fend for me and my brother by depleting the cans of corned beef in the garage, a time I fondly recall as “The Unintentional Corned Beef Diet Incident.” But that’s neither here nor there. For the most part, you’re given the basic necessities of life and don’t even give it a second thought as to where it comes from and if you’ll get it tomorrow or the next day. You’re completely oblivious. For me, I wanted a boyfriend. I didn’t care if he picked his boogers in class, I didn’t care if he threw sand in my hair during recess, and I didn’t care if he just could not sit in my carpet square like a good boy. I just wanted a boy to like me, to smile at me, to share his crayons with me if mine broke. It was that simple.

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Everything Your Parents Didn’t Tell You About Sex

sex-educationBelow is a great list of sex education links to various websites.  We have decided to share them with our readers thinking maybe one of these will be useful.  If not, maybe your child accidentally seeing your history will lead him to this link, instead of to all the smut and porn sites you browse daily.  🙂

Enjoy the links!

How to put a condom on

Where to get free Birth Control

The hymen debunked

Cleaning your vibrators

How to avoid pressures

Signs you may be pregnant

Safe guide to anal sex

All about dental dams

Disabled sexual resources

What is HIV?

Feminist porn

Female ejaculation

Fisting 101

Communication during sex

Setting sexual boundaries

BDSM vs abuse

Lube during sex

The clitoris

Sex education games

Understanding gender

What to do if your nudes were leaked

Intersex

Sexual consent

All about masturbation

Choosing a sex toy

Tips for your first time

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Top 10 Movies So Bad, They’re Good

bad moviesThis is a list of my movies that are so bad they’re good. They’re my guilty pleasures, but I also

10. Fred: The Movie – The first time I watched this movie, I didn’t even think there was a story line. I was too busy wondering how they got his voice perfectly synchronized with his mouth. Best scene: Fred lipsynching to “Solid as a Rock.”

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9. Waterworld – I don’t think the world takes Kevin Costner seriously. Maybe because his acting is splotchy, unconvincing, and at times, downright shitty. I don’t recall him doing a movie where he’s had to raise his voice, cry, or do an accent. I bet you’re thinking of one now, aren’t you?

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8. The Postman – You really shouldn’t be surprised to see two Kevin Costner movies on this list. Actually, you should expect a third, but I don’t think I have room for “The Bodyguard.” There I said it.

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7. The Jerk – Watching this movie as a kid, I totally loved it. I couldn’t figure out why anyone would call the poor white kid adopted by a black family a jerk. Again, probably best to watch this movie drunk. At least twice.

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6. I Don’t Buy Kisses Anymore – This movie starred “Seinfeld” star Jason Alexander and one-hit wonder sensation Nia Peeples. This is like “Beauty and the Beast” if it were a LIfetime movie original re-make. And probably best to watch only once. And drunk.

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5. High School Musical – I actually liked this movie at first and even played the soundtrack in my car. How could anyone not love Zac Efron…he just wants to siiiiiiiiiing. I read an article where Zac Efron’s grandfather made the comment that he always knew Zac could (something along those lines). Then I found out that Zac Efron didn’t do any of the singing in HSM, but rather it was a singer/songwriter by the name of Drew Seely. What in holy crap. The movie was called “High School Musical”…and he didn’t even sing? What’s next – you gonna tell me Tom Cruise isn’t really a pilot and that the Dangerzone isn’t even real?

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4. Lost and Found – Remember that hot lady from Braveheart who got pregnant with Mel Gibson’s love child? She’s in this movie. And she falls for David Spade. You heard right – David Spade. Talk about falling off the wagon. Funny scene: Artie Lange (Wally) and David Spade are snuggling in bed in boxers. David Spade jumps up and looks at the matching boxers Wally is wearing. “Where did you get those?” he says and points at the stretched garter around his friend’s waist. “In the hamper. (smiley face) I had to dig a little.”

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3. Freaks – In its day, this was probably the only way people could see “freaks.” My favorite line: “I am a man! She loves me…for me!”

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2. The Human Centipede – If you were fortunate enough to watch this movie when it was on Netflix, you’re one of the lucky ones. This was the first of its kind that I’ve seen. The whole time I kept thinking, “Oh damn…this is NOT going to turn out good.”

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1. The Room – The dialogue here is probably the worse-written of all the movies I’ve ever seen…and I’ve seen a lot of movies. It’s as if the script had been written by an eight-year-old German boy, translated in Korean, then in Chinese, before finally being translated into English. Then imagine the eight-year-old boy’s story about his girlfriend cheating on him with his best friend is performed by his classmates. Ryan and I heard about this movie through forums and decided to buy it because we knew it would become an instant classic. To this day, my kid is compelled to show “The Room” to all her friends who spend the night at our house. And we let her…because it’s THAT BAD. worst movies ever

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His Mistress, Aka His Job

busy workingRyan and I talked recently about a shift in job responsibilities in his office. He told me that he would be taking on more of these responsibilities and because of that his pay would increase, as expected. After the first day I could sense that the adjustment was intense. He was tired, weary. He’d spent the regular 9 hours at work, but the hours in his day were more…full, like his day was a glass of ice and the additional work was getting slowly poured in like a pitcher of warm water. Eventually his day would be pure work, no time to message me throughout the day, to look at pictures I send him, or to jot down blog ideas.

I thought about the old me, the one who was constantly needy, the one who made a pouty face when she didn’t get her way, the one who always wanted to be around her man. Some of that hasn’t changed. I am very needy. In fact, I watch movies now and see couples who seem too trusting. I get upset at the woman and start screaming obscenities at her. “Why the FUCK would you let him go shopping with his ex-girlfriend?! Bitch, grow a pair and put your foot down.” My pouty face? I choose to avoid creating wrinkles on my smooth, supple skin, so I don’t pout anymore. Instead, I reason with Ryan, telling him to bond with his friends, build camaraderie, and get some cardio in, and in exchange, this upcoming weekend he’s helping me clean out my closet and playing video games with me. An even trade, in my opinion. As far as always wanting to be around my man? Unfortunately, this hasn’t changed. In fact, I have a confession to make. A few weeks, Ryan went to the gym and was gone for about four hours. It was mid-morning, he wasn’t clubbing, he wasn’t drinking, he wasn’t out having a good time without me, he didn’t have a delicious meal while I sucked on a packet of Splenda alone. When he came home, I felt relieved that he was with me again, as I always do. I don’t question him about what happened. I know what happened. He has earned his trust  with me and I know he’d love to blend his hobbies and his time with me into one big super mega funfest. That’s not always going to happen. But when he came home I was kind of blah-feeling, like something was missing. He was in a great mood, so it’s not like he plopped down and went to bed and asked me to wake him up when it was time for dinner. I soon realized that I feel this way because I feel like I’ve lost time with him, time I won’t get back. I feel a slight depression, and that depression quickly turns to anger. I get frustrated because I feel like that is my time, and only I have a right to it. In many ways, the old me still creeps in the shadows and pokes her ugly head out.

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