This blog isn't about sex. It's about great sex! I set it up because you only live twice, once in your dreams.

This blog is a portal to the wonderful world of web-based erotic writing. It also serves as a filter: finding stories for you to enjoy without worrying. Use both the reviews and the labels to help you identify stories which will suit your tastes. If the idea of ‘oral’ makes your stomach churn, click on ‘romance’ in the label cloud. Use the rating system: from 0 for nonsexual to XXX for eyebrow raising. (Just your eyebrows will do, thank you, sheesh!)

And use the biggest sexual organ in your body: that’s your brain, dumbo! Which bit of you do you think processes the little messages from your nerve endings in a kiss and releases the endorphins that make you go Whoopdidoo! As you read the reviews and choose stories, as you follow up other stories from those outside of this site: Think before you Click. Come Home quickly if you’re not sure about what you find. Some stories out there are far out on the wild side because humans are inventive beings –not always in nice ways.

Remember too that these are fantasy erotic stories and so the sex is always sizzling. In another life, just being close to someone you have always liked is usually enough. They won’t need a 10“ wonger or GG breasts to turn you on.

Take care of your sweet self and enjoy your dreams.

Sunday, 20 December 2015

Serena Williams

Serena Williams in Vogue.
Serena Williams in 
the Pirelli calendar.

In the comments on my blogpost on calendars, someone said they think Serena Williams has 'too many overtly masculine features'. This has been a common comment on her muscular physique and was one of the reasons Annie Liebowitz asked her to pose for this year's Pirelli Calendar, which looks to question the very kind of photos of women for which Pirelli used to be famous. 

curl4ever is a keen admirer of muscular women (see my review of his writing), and he wrote these thoughts about that comment.

I am bothered by the (completely natural) shortcut of language we take so casually. A common tool of relationship counseling is to have the parties move from statements like “You are such a ...” to statements like “When you do … it makes me feel …” This might sound artificially long-winded, but it attempts to move the conversation from attacking the other person to attacking their behavior. Not only does this attempt to reduce the offense felt by the other party, it actually gets closer to the central truths of the conflict. 
In this case, one might hear: “Serena Williams is too muscular,” but what that person probably means and should say is that: “Compared with the range of images that excite my personal fetishes, Serena Williams is too muscular.” After all, if Ms. Williams were in the room with us, we probably wouldn't want to make her feel bad by expecting her to conform to whatever image of beauty is in our particular heads.

Second, I rather like fit and sexy women. For example, shapely legs are shapely due to their muscles, not bones. As an author, I have written stories of strong and muscular women whom I consider very sexy. So while Serena Williams might not fit within your range of visually interesting, she might be the very definition of my range of visually interesting. Whether muscular = attractive woman is a matter of personal taste.


Third, I am not very happy with our modern culture trying to impose the idea that there is an absolute standard of beauty that a woman matches, or “tough luck.” My heart breaks for young women (or men for that matter) who chase after a standard of physical perfection, or worse, consign themselves to despair. Unless your partner just happens to be a supermodel blessed with impossibly perpetual perfect health and fitness, they will not fit society’s ideal range of perfection forever. If you are a human, you need to be able to accept your partner as they gain weight, sag, and perhaps even lose central sexual attributes through a mastectomy or impotence.

Talking about other people conforming (or not) to individual standards of physical perfection is an activity that I hope will eventually fade away from human discourse.

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