December 2006

Best Chanukah Present Ever (The Gold Slut Standard)

by Viviane on 12/31/2006

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Let’s talk about fat girl sex. Not in the abstract, but about a fat girl who’s having lots of amazing sex and wants to share her stories with the world. That’s all I want to say as introduction at this time. I thought I’d start by telling you about the amazing weekend I had two weeks ago… what can only be described as the Best Chanukah Present Ever!

We sat in the living room rationally discussing how to begin; all three flushed with desire, but determined to get it right. We decided to start by restraining my arms with our under-the-bed restraints attached to big leather cuffs. I took off my clothes quickly and without much ceremony, since, as K pointed out, it would be difficult to remove them once I was restrained. Then I lay in the middle of the bed and stretched out my arms, exposing my naked curves to my two playmates. C attached one cuff to a restraint, while K got the other. My legs were free, but my arms were immobilized. (more…)

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I think my neighbor heard me having phone sex (Brooklyn Rake)

by Viviane on 12/31/2006

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… Then I get the call from Patricia and Marco. And she wants me to phone fuck her! My dick was out in seconds. I’m rubbing the tip, and it takes we about 20 seconds to get hard after she tells me about her wet pussy.

I start thinking about the heat of her pussy, and how it will feel when she first slides down on me. I fucking love that. Watching the labia part as the head pushes through, and my cock is sticking straight up. I like the image of woman-on-top as an oil-derrick, pumping and pumping and pumping. She gets really wet.

I asked her if she had her fingers on her pussy. She said yes. Do you want my cock in you? Do you? We are going to fuck next week, baby. We. Are. Going. To. Fuck.

I am completely jerking off by now, and my dick is Throbbing. I like the way that it feels in my hand, and how it gets bigger when I think about fucking her. I love dirty talk, so I pressed on.

My cock is so fuckin’ hard, baby. Fuck, yeah! I love your fuckin’ pussy. Come on girl, fuck me. Make me cum.

I’m still jerking off, pants around my ankles, thinking about this woman that I am going to fuck next week–with her husband no less–and all the other women that will be at the party.

What I loved about it was its ridiculousness. There I was, smackin’ my peter like some masturbatory maniac, while talking on the phone. Up and down. Up and down. My walls in my apartment are so thin, so I was whispering dirty little things the whole time. My dick was hard, my hard was thrown back, and my phone arm was beginning to hurt. So I switched hands. Precum everywhere.

Dear reader, don’t you want to borrow my phone? (more…)

Photo: Irina|Aventinia (Met-Art)

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Google’s Matt Cutts want to know more about sex. (Comstock Films)

by Viviane on 12/31/2006

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I hadn’t realized it until a couple of days ago, but Comstock Films had a celebrity visitor comment on my Will Google Kill Comstock Films post of a few days ago.

Matt Cutts is the head of Google’s webspam team, and if you spend any time surfing around the SEO-osphere, you’ll see his name come up rather frequently. Since that comment, Matt and I have had a bit of correspondence about sex on the internet. (more…)

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Counterpoint: Middle School Girls Gone Wild

by Viviane on 12/31/2006

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Sometimes I doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion (Feministing)
“At my seventh grade dance teachers almost lost their mind when we all started dancing to “I Want to Sex You Up” by Color Me Bad. (Don’t give me a hard time, it was a hot song back then.) There was much bumping and grinding and such going on–and it was a lot more innocent than the teachers thought. We were laughing and having fun, but seeing us all up on each other was enough to give adults fainting spells. And you know that teens back in the 50s were doing the same shit, just to different music.”

“Middle School Girls Gone Wild”… Really? I think the boys are wilder! (Sex in the Public Square)
I’m angry because we privilege boys for their physical performances of gender even when those performances depend on aggression and even violence. Yet we criticize girls for their physical performances of gender, especially when those involve overt displays of sexuality. In fact, I’m going to go out on a limb here and suggest that one of the reasons we are so fearful about our girls displaying their sexuality is because we fear what might happen to them at the hands of aggressive, out-of-control boys! Yet somehow it seems better to limit the girls’ personal expression than try to change the culture of violent masculinity.

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Middle School Girls Gone Wild (NYT)

by Viviane on 12/31/2006

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By LAWRENCE DOWNES

It’s hard to write this without sounding like a prig. But it’s just as hard to erase the images that planted the idea for this essay, so here goes. The scene is a middle school auditorium, where girls in teams of three or four are bopping to pop songs at a student talent show. Not bopping, actually, but doing elaborately choreographed re-creations of music videos, in tiny skirts or tight shorts, with bare bellies, rouged cheeks and glittery eyes.

They writhe and strut, shake their bottoms, splay their legs, thrust their chests out and in and out again. Some straddle empty chairs, like lap dancers without laps. They don’t smile much. Their faces are locked from grim exertion, from all that leaping up and lying down without poles to hold onto. “Don’t stop don’t stop,” sings Janet Jackson, all whispery. “Jerk it like you’re making it choke. …Ohh. I’m so stimulated. Feel so X-rated.” The girls spend a lot of time lying on the floor. They are in the sixth, seventh and eighth grades.

As each routine ends, parents and siblings cheer, whistle and applaud. I just sit there, not fully comprehending. It’s my first suburban Long Island middle school talent show. I’m with my daughter, who is 10 and hadn’t warned me. I’m not sure what I had expected, but it wasn’t this. It was something different. Something younger. Something that didn’t make the girls look so … one-dimensional. (more…)

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