So, it's been a while since I've posted, and things have been very sad and difficult for me, my partner died a month ago and I am still very much in love with him and trying to remember that it's about getting through the moments and just breathing. As it happens with the loss of someone we love, your heart and mind are flooded with memories, things we hadn't thought of in ages are suddenly right there, everywhere you look there's a memory or reminder. I struggled with finding a topic, something to distract me, yet would actually be worth writing about. So, as I was perusing google for sex ideas, I saw numerous links for porn (including a dutch link that has teletubbys in the addy o_O).
I recalled a discussion my partner and I had over porn and erotica, it was very interesting, because we weren't discussing preferences but more of the internal reasoning for it. What is it about erotica and porn that makes it so appealing... is it the taboo label, is it about sexploration... or is it just basic human horniness?
Overall, the memory of that discussion made me curious, we generally associate porn with men, the whole masturbation to porn mags, films and pictures. But what about women? Well statistically speaking 28% of all women access porn. Now keep in mind these numbers reflect women who admit to it, not the closet porn peepers...
Women and Pornography | |
Women keeping their cyber activities secret | 70% |
Women struggling with pornography addiction | 17% |
Ratio of women to men favoring chat rooms | 2X |
Percentage of visitors to adult websites who are women | 1 in 3 visitors |
Women accessing adult websites each month | 9.4 million |
Women admitting to accessing pornography at work | 13% |
Women, far more than men, are likely to act out their behaviors in real life, such as having multiple partners, casual sex or affairs. | |
I find the numbers interesting, but can't help but wonder if they added in soft porn and women's genre romance novels (I like to call them smut books and I am an avid fan!) just how much higher those numbers are. I know there are probably thousands or millions of readers who will take offense to me calling romance novels soft porn, but come on have you read them lately? They could singe the eyebrows off the devil if he had any. Of course I am not including the Christian romance genre in this, but the straight up meet up, hook up, break up, make up books and then you have Erotic writers like Lora Leigh, Nina Bangs, Shayla Black and the list can go on..
My point is that we have been making porn out to be taboo for as long as it's been around, which is pretty much as long as humanity, the first documented religious icon the Willendorf Figurine has exaggerated sex organs explicitly depicted, along with Palaeolithic cave drawings. So let's face it, even though we censor it and we condemn it, we also profit from it and enjoy every aspect of it (even if we do it secretly).
So in the interest of discussion and dialogue I am adding a brief excerpt erotic short story ******WARNING CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, MILD BONDAGE AND COARSE LANGUAGE***** ok not so much the excerpt a little but the rest of the short story is :D
But the reason is this, women hide their relationship with porn, but proudly associate with erotica, because it's "not porn" I'm guessing because there aren't pretty pictures and you have to imagine it on your own?? You tell me ... is this porn or is it not?
The Dare
The man approached the professor as he was sitting on the patio of a local café. Looking up he saw that the man held an envelope with his name on it. Curious, he accepted it, slipping his thumbnail under the flap to break the wax seal; he withdrew a single sheet of paper. Opening it, he read the words written in flowing feminine script.
I’ve Come a Long Way to Meet You
Do You Dare Come to Me, Here, Now?
If This Invitation Intrigues You,
Meet Me At the Address Below, Room 309
Glancing up he saw the man who delivered it retreating, slowly he slipped his hand into the envelope, and pulling out something silky he looked down and saw it was a blind fold. The green silk felt cool against his skin and rereading the note he couldn’t suppress the shudder of desire that flooded him.
Standing abruptly, he tossed some cash on the table and left the café with determination lining his body. Striding quickly up the street he made his way to his car. Tossing the carefully written note onto the seat beside him, he slid into the driver’s side starting his car and swiftly pulling away from the curb he headed straight for the address.
It took the professor fifteen minutes to reach the place. Stepping from the car, he barely paused to toss his keys to the valet. Glancing neither left nor right he advancing through the lobby, he strode purposely to glass elevators. Impatiently waiting for the doors to glide open he again looked over the note, frowning he realized that the envelope held something else. Slipping his fingers inside the packet his fingers brushed something cool and silky. Unable to stop the rush of excitement as he tugged it out, he sucked in a sharp breath when he saw what tumbled loose to hang from his fingers… a silk tie in matching green.
Just then the elevator doors dinged signaling their opening, looking up he thought about what was waiting for him upstairs, waiting to be opened just like the elevator doors did, waiting for him to enter. The elevator rose silently, swiftly delivering him to the third floor. Exiting he looked at the numbers on the doors and rapidly made for the one marked 309. Reaching it, he raised his fist to knock; pausing momentarily, wondering what was going to occur when he crossed the threshold.
Abruptly knocking he was surprised when the door opened up underneath his hand. Swinging silently inwards it invited him into the depths of the room that was dimly lit with a scattering of candles flickering throughout the room. Walking inside he closed the door firmly, clicking the lock into place and continuing on to the center of the room. The king-sized bed was covered with a comforter that was a swirling mosaic of muted browns and cream. Following the line of the thick mattress, his eyes came to rest on the headboard that rose from the bed…and the matching silk tie dangling from the bedpost.
Drawn to the naked bedpost he reached to tie the one he held in his hand to it. As he did so, he felt a presence behind him, he started to turn but she stopped him with the touch of her soft hands on his shoulders. Freezing in place, he shuddered as he felt her hands slip along his shoulders stroking his collarbone and up his throat. Trailing her fingers across his cheeks, the woman stepped closer to him. The professor felt his cock harden as the scent of her sex wafted delicately over him. Need ripped through him and he started to turn around but the woman held him firmly. Slipping one hand down she plucked the blindfold from his hand, taking it she tied it over his eyes, covering his eyes and keeping him from knowing who the woman was.
Tugging his shirt, she maneuvered him towards the foot of the bed. For a moment, she took her hands from him and he was standing there just waiting. Just as he felt he couldn’t wait anymore he felt her hands on him unbuttoning his shirt. Feeling the air kiss his chest as it opened he started to speak, but she stopped him with a finger pressed against his mouth hushing him. Smiling against her finger, he nodded slowly understanding her desire for silence. Pulling his shirt out of his pants it was stripped and tossed aside.
Anticipating the feel of her hands on his skin, he jerked with surprise when it was the woman’s hot wet mouth tasting him. His hands came up grasping her arms in response, holding her for a moment, and then he slipped them around her trailing them over her back. He felt the same silky material as the blindfold and tie, stroking her through it he felt his senses indulging in the ambiance of the room, the soft strains of Etta James playing, the flickering shades of candles burning, the feel of this woman pressed against him. Inhaling her scent deeply his cock grew more rigid as he tasted her rapidly rising desire.
Feeling her peaked breasts brushing against his chest through the silk the professor felt his breathing grow more ragged. Bunching the material in his hands, he tugged it up over the woman’s head, letting it drop to the floor his hands returned to stroking her now naked body. He felt her shiver of delight with each stroke of his fingers up and down her spine, she leaned forward pressing kisses along his throat, sucking his skin, swirling her tongue across him.