The Friday Sex Blog [Exhibitionism/ Voyeurism]

¡Hola! Everybody…
Well it’s Friday New Year’s Eve! The last sex blog of the year. LOL I’ve been working on some blogs that… well suffice it to say I’m not taking any motherfuckin prisoners this coming year. Please be careful driving and have a wonderful New Year.

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-=[ Exhibitionism/ Voyeurism ]=-

The title is a little misleading, since this post, while addressing both fetishes, is about neither voyeurism nor exhibitionism, but a slight mixture of the two. I think the two are connected.

I love to screw and/ or watch people screw in public places. I know this sounds like a pure fabrication, but one of my greatest sexual experiences was fucking a woman I had just met on New Years Eve… at Times Square!

Mind you, I am neither a voyeur, nor an exhibitionist, but I enjoy fucking in public places and have fucked in almost every public place imaginable. An exhibitionist, or scopophile, by definition is someone who derives erotic pleasure from the display of genitals or other parts that are normally considered taboo. While exhibitionism is a common occurrence as foreplay, exhibitionists usually expose themselves without the consent of their audience, or with any intention of consummating the sex act.

There are many degrees of exhibitionism, some of them not very healthy, as with exhibitionists who derive pleasure from the horror created by their exposure. These individuals often expose themselves to younger victims or unsuspecting victims. To be fair, most American™ women are exhibitionists to some degree. This started happening when pre-arranged marriages ceased to exist in the United States and women were thrown into competition for husbands. You could see immediate changes in ads and the forms of dress women adopted. For the first time, women had some measure of power over men. I believe this is part of the erotic pleasure derived from exhibitionism.

One of the most erotic exhibitionists I ever saw was a young blonde woman who lived in a mostly Puerto Rican neighborhood. Everyday, at an appointed hour, she would undress in front of her window in her second-floor apartment that faced the street. It was like a TV show. Guys would rush home, buy beer and weed, sit by their windows, shoot the shit and wait for “Blondie” to do her thing. And she did her thing everyday, like clockwork. She was a petite, slim woman, very light-skinned and a real blonde. You could tell she knew people were watching and she was very meticulous in her manner of undressing. She obviously paid close attention to her use of undergarments and undressed slowly in front of her window. After she finished undressing, she would pull down her blinds and that was it. End of show. LOL

She would give no one any conversation. She had a Puerto Rican boyfriend who visited her now and then, but otherwise she kept to herself and interestingly enough, no one messed with her.

I was always curious as to the inner processes at work in this type of behavior. Later, as part of my studies, I would learn that, as with other forms of anticipated sex, there is a certain amount of arousal present. An exhibitionist will become stimulated as they plan what to wear, where to expose themselves, and to whom or what type of audience, they will expose themselves. Coordinating the right sequence of location and events adds to the tension that produces amounts of adrenaline and hormones that in some cases leads to genital orgasm.

As I stated before, I am not an exhibitionist in the strict sense of the word, but I have a huge fetish for fucking in public places. I was never happier, sexually speaking, than when I was in a relationship with a woman who shared my enthusiasm for public intercourse. We did it everywhere. Once she fellated me at a restaurant, swallowing me completely while on her knees under the table. People caught that one!

But one of the most mind-blowing sexual experiences I’ve ever had was at a Puerto Rican Day parade. My lover and I spent days planning and on the day of The Parade, she wore a short skit with no panties. I wore no underwear also and we got to the parade early, lining up against the police barriers. For those who are unaware, The Puerto Rican Day Parade is the largest outdoor event in the States -- millions of people attend. By noon, we were surrounded on all sides by a mass of humanity, crushed together literally. That’s when I reached in, pulled out my cock and slipped it underneath my lover’s short skirt where the head nestled itself between her cheeks. With the exception of one woman standing right next to us, no one seemed aware as I pushed a little until my cock was at the entrance of my lover’s anus. I kept it there for what seemed like a lifetime. There was much fondling and nibbling and eventually, my lover would spread her cheeks and invite me to push a little more. It took literally hours but eventually I would be able to insert the head of my cock into her ass. It took everything I had not to come inside her. By this time, I was fingering her clit with one hand, my cock inching deeper into her ass. At one point, a famous celebrity, I forget who, passed by on a float and this allowed my lover to jump up and down, in the process, impaling herself on my cock.

Gawd!

She was one of the greatest lovers I ever had. We would fuck everywhere: on subway trains, theaters, on a late-night plane trip to Puerto Rico, all kinds of autos. We screwed in alleyways, hallways, beaches, pools -- you name it, we probably fucked there. We would sit down and plan these sexual trysts in detail and that was half the fun. On many occasions, we were discovered or watched by strangers, and while this wasn’t the turn on, it did add to the excitement.

Then one day, I was watching out my window and noticed a couple in a parked car. I had a bird’s eye view of them and it was evident the woman was fellating the man. I realized that watching them was highly arousing. I had an erection just watching her go down on that cock. At one point, she saw me looking -- we actually made eye contact -- which made her stop. However, after a moment, she resumed sucking her man off and it was a huge turn on. The fact that she was sucking his dick in public and that she knew I was watching was extremely sexually arousing. When my lover became curious and saw what I was looking at, she scolded me, but she too became transfixed by the act. Eventually, I would take her from behind while the woman in the car continued sucking her lover’s cock. She would make eye contact with us while she bobbed her head on the cock and we made it clear that I was fucking my lover doggie style.

Whew!

Voyeurism involves the act of watching other people for the purpose of sexual arousal. Most often, a voyeur will station himself outside a window, what’s known as a Peeping Tom. Voyeurism seems to surface in many people when it involves celebrity. How many times has Paris Hilton’s skinny snatch been shown on the internet? Better yet, how many times have you looked at it?

::blank stare:

LOL

In our society, voyeurism is celebrated in many ways and rewarded handsomely. For example, a photographer lucky enough of taking a shot of Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, or Paris Hilton flashing their anorectic snatches will easily command six figures. This indicates that there are hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of quasi-voyeurs who derive pleasure from a glimpse of the forbidden or unattainable. The embarrassment of outrage of the victim makes it all the more appealing.

Love,

Eddie

The TGIF Sex Blog [Penetration]

¡Hola! Everybody...
I’m sitting here in pain. I started jumping rope (it’s brutal) and a recurring back problem resurfaced. I need to go see my Reiki girl.

It’s Friday so it’s all about S-E-X up in here! LOL

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-=[ Doing It ]=-

Or: Sticking it in...

Note: Because the vast majority of those who interact with me here (and elsewhere) are women, I find myself writing the Friday sex blog specifically addressing women.

As a wise Latina woman put it to me once, if God really wanted all straight sex to be in the missionary position, my dick would have come equipped with those little fluttering thingees you see on sex toys, or the clit would’ve been more strategically positioned inside the vagina (or throat. LOL!). Fortunately for all involved, we are instead confronted by the delicious challenge of figuring out how to be a good lover, or how to be good in bed as a couple.

I just want to put it out there that “sex,” or “doing it,” or “sticking it in” should be more broadly defined. However, our culture idealizes penis-in-vagina sex as the ultimate sex act. Of course this omits all kinds of other (i.e., gay and lesbian) sex, but for straight people sticking it in is the homerun. But sex is more than just inserting a penis into the vagina -- it’s more than penetration. I have met women who have helped disabuse me of such narrow definitions.

Which brings me to today’s topic...

Sex -- good sex -- means two people making each other feel so good that they become totally immersed in the moment. Ego boundaries crash down, and along with that the sense of separateness and smallness disappears into an exquisite sense of connection and spirituality. During this experience, it is impossible for you to think or even give a fuck (pun intended) about the freakin house monkey crying in the next room, what you need to get done in the office, or whether the color scheme of your bedroom walls really do match. When you’re fucking, if you’re engaging in superior sex, this isn’t the shit you’re thinking about. Sex is more than a gift, it is also an art that must be practiced.

When sex is good, it’s very good. There’s mutual pleasure, parts fitting together, an exquisite vulnerability. and maybe even that supposed gold standard of sex: simultaneous orgasms! LOL On the other hand, mediocre sex sucks. It can feel isolating or mechanical if it’s not with the right person at the right time. Still, sometimes you get that itch that only a good hard fucking can scratch.

In my “research” with women, I’ve learned that the following are important factors before doing the deed with Joe Kneckbone. Actually thinking about whether or not you’re ready (preferably before you’re naked in bed ladies) to have sex with an individual is a good idea. Here are some ways you might go about making this determination...

Ask yourself if you trust this person emotionally. In my limited experience, women seem to enjoy sex more when they feel like they’re in a safe place psychologically. Take note if this person has treated his past lovers with respect. One good indicator is how they talk about their exes. I used to have this fool on my friends list who always had something bad to say about his ex-wife: her pussy smelled rancid, she had a “loose” pussy, she was a horrible lover, etc. Eventually, I took him to task pointing out that talking about a former lover (in this instance the mother of his children) was fucked up and probably indicated at best some deep-seated issues and at worst a misogynist (a woman hater). Needless to say, almost every woman he dated was fodder for his blogs. You don’t want that kind of shit. And I used to be amazed that women would meet with, let alone date this asshole.

Then there is the issue of birth control and safe sex. Was your partner ready to enter the juncture of your soft thighs bareback? That ain’t cool. Even if you’re on the pill you certainly need a condom and at least some kind of discussion. I haven’t done a sex blog on safe sex practices yet, but I think I will real soon. You’d be surprised.

Finally, you have to know what it is you want emotionally out of the encounter. Some women want only “meaningful” full-course gourmet meals of sex. Ladies? Sometimes you need a good primal fucking. A quickie here or there with a casual lover or a hard row by your committed partner is necessary, especially when you’re walking around fuckin confused about everything. LOL! I’m kidding! But you get my drift.

If this is a one-night stand on a business trip, then the emotional stakes are pretty much low. However, if this a person you want as a girlfriend or boyfriend, you should consider whether sex will change things. Take a moment to think whether this will change the way the person treats you. Will they treat for better or worse? If you’re a breeder -- Ooops! I mean! -- if sex is a big deal to you, then it might be wise to proceed with caution. One woman put it to me this way: if you don’t feel comfortable calling the person the next day, maybe it’s too soon. Of course, I quickly countered that that never stopped me! LOL

Next week: the positions...

Lustfully Yours,

Eddie

The TGIF Sex Blog [Sex and Culture]

¡Hola! Everybody...
Yesterday was a bad day for democracy... Soon, our legislators will be wearing the logos of their corporate masters, much like athletes do.

However, today is Friday and that means we talk about sex...

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-=[ Cross-Cultural Sex Practices]=-

Until recently, you lived your whole life culturally isolated. Today, the world is a lot smaller -- technology allowing us access to information about different cultural practices. I am passionate about cultural studies and I’ve always been fascinated by the vast range cultural expression. Nowhere is this truer than in the realm of human sexuality. While many people in the West still think sex in something you do in the dark and only in one sexual position, even a cursory glance at the history of sex gives us a different picture.

We often mistake our cultural as the norm or of a higher moral standing when, in fact, they aren't. Moreover, those who are most rigid in their thinking are those who would be most rigid in any cultural upbringing. So it follows that if homophobic American men were raised in a culture in which engaging in recipient anal sex was considered manly, these very same men would be competing about who could take it up the ass best. LOL! I’m not joking. Think about it: if you’re narrow-minded and intolerant in one cultural context, why wouldn’t you behave in the same way in another cultural context?

Whatever muthafuckas...

When I first started seriously studying sex, I was fascinated by the broad range of sexual expression. I came across many different accounts from many different cultures. For example, in one Papuan tribe, young men are made into “boy brides” as part of a coming of age ritual. When boys reach their pre-teen years, they are taken away from the general population to live separately with older men. During that time, the boys are made to play passive roles, sometimes even performing homosexual acts with their “husbands.” When the boys are deemed ready (i.e., to become men), they are reintegrated with their tribe and married to the daughters of their “husbands.” The homosexuality has no bearing on the boys’ sexual orientation, nor is there any stigma associated with it.

Ever since the first reports of lush tropical paradises of the flesh inhabited by beautiful people, the South Seas have stirred the sexual imagination of the West. While the fantasy distorts the genuine sexual practices of that part of the world, it is true that many of the sexual practices found in the Pacific and the Americas differed greatly from the Christian/ Judeo sexual mindset.

Sexual promiscuity, for example, was tolerated. Native women would swim out to the boats naked delighting early explorers. However, further study shows that this sort of uninhibited sexuality was part of a strategy to keep the white foreigners peaceful. Only women who had a reputation for sexual looseness were allowed to participate in this particular form of sexual diplomacy.

A Tahitian society traveled about the Polynesian islands as singers, dancers, athletes, and sexual exhibitionists. They were permitted promiscuous relationships wherever they went. Early Westerners failed to grasp that this group represented a religious institution and much of their sexual behavior had a religious justification; after all, the society was based on a Goddess of fertility.

The Polynesian Islands is the area par excellence of public copulation, erotic festivals, and sex expeditions. While sex practices unfortunately disappeared with the onslaught of Western colonialization, ceremonies involving sexual license had been commonplace. Naked dances occurred on Easter Island and the Marquesas, for example. At the close of feasts, Marquesans would hold public group-sex displays. The women taking part would take pride in the number of men they serviced. One anthropologist recalls a nice old lady who boasted about having made the entire crew of a whaling boat happy.

Most of Asia had their unique sexual customs. In a previous post on cunnilingus, I wrote about a tradition reportedly started by the Tang Dynasty empress Wu Hu. It is said that she required, by royal decree, that all government officials and visiting dignitaries publicly perform cunnilingus on her. In Mongolia, among the Mongour, certain “fake” marriages occur. If a daughter is offered to a guest (as ritual hospitality sex) and she gets pregnant, she is married to a belt, which must be left behind by the guest. The belt is simply symbolic of the man, who may never return. Similarly, in Mongolia, if a woman becomes pregnant outside of sex hospitality, she is formally married to a prayer rug.

I guess what I’m trying to convey in what is a short (and inadequate) piece, is that sexual expression varies greatly across the human condition. And before you start giggling, or wagging the morality stick, please remember that someone from another culture would deem your own sexual practices just as funny and just as immoral.

Love,

Eddie

PS: Sex is good for you. Try it...

The TGIF Sex Blog [Sex Quiz]

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Today? A ::POP:: Quiz (pun intended!).

So you say you know your shit, right.? You’re sexually liberated, “been there, done that,” and my sex blogs are kindergarten bullshit, huh?

OKAY! I bet you some anal sex, y’all a bunch of wanna-be sexual ignoramuses!

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-=[ The Sexual Trivia Challenge ]=-

Repression is a poor substitute for morality...

How much do you really fuckin know?!! Are you just an ignorant breeder who never ventured past the once-a-week-grunt-and-groan-missionary-fuck? Or are you a sexpert? Let’s find out. Put your money where your ass is! LOL! Some of the following are common facts, while others are more difficult. No CHEATING!!

[Answers at the end]

1. The average length of the unerect flaccid penis is:

• 2.5 inches
• 4 inches
• 5.5 inches

2. The circumference of the erect penis is approximately:

• 2.5 Inches
• 4 inches
• 5.5 inches

3. How many calories are there in a teaspoon of semen?

• 5 calories
• 50 calories
• None

4. How many calories are burned during intercourse?

• 50 calories
• 100 calories
• 300 calories

5. Of the 400 to 600 million sperm that are present in a single ejaculation, how many will reach the site of fertilization in the fallopian tubes?

• 300
• 3,000
• 3,000,000

6. Which country has developed an oral contraceptive for men?

• The United States
• India
• China

7. “Passion purpura” is the medical term for:

• A fungal infection similar to “jock itch” that is spread by sexual contact.
• The red abrasions on wrists or ankles caused by bondage practices.
• A hickey

8. Phenylethylamine, a chemical produced by the brain and responsible for the ecstatic highs of love and sexual attraction, can be found in which food?

• Passion fruit
• Oysters
• Chocolate

9. Tincture of belladonna (meaning “fair lady”) was used by Italian renaissance women to make themselves more sexually attractive and to enhance what part of the body?

• Eyes
• Lips
• Breasts

10. The word “gymnasium” has its origin in the Greek term gymnos, which means:

• Whorehouse
• Women’s birthing place
• Naked

11. Another name for the French kiss during the nineteenth century was:

• Maraichinage
• Soul kiss
• Meal of tongues

12. What was the cost of the first issue of Playboy magazine, published in 1953?

• $.30
• $.50
• $1.00

13. During the reign of Pope Pius V in early sixteenth-century Europe, prostitutes were called:

• Nuns
• Sisters of venery
• She-devils

14. What were Gregory Pincus and John Rock inventors of?

• Tampons
• Silicone breast implants
• Oral contraceptives

15. Donatian Alphonse Francois was more familiarly known as:

• Casanova
• Marquis de Sade
• Rudolph Valentino

16. King Louis XV of France helped populate the settlement of New Orleans by:

• Holding a lottery for single marriageable females
• Paying 3,000 francs to each female who sailed to America
• Sending all the prostitutes and criminals interned at La Saltpetriere Women’s Prison

17. What do engaged couples in the rural Philippines sometimes exchange?

• Locks of hair
• Soiled clothes
• Ornately carved mirrors to be hung in the boudoir on their wedding night

18. Worldwide, the most common form of marriage is:

• Polygyny (a male with multiple wives)
• Monogamy
• Polyandry (a female with multiple husbands)

19. Which country has a sub-culture that has no word for adultery in its vocabulary, where the practice is socially acceptable?

• Brazil
• New Guinea
• India

20. Which country has an extremely sexually repressive sub-culture where the sexes are segregated throughout their lives, and intercourse, when it rarely occurs, is brief, perfunctionary, and for the sole purpose of procreation?

• Ireland
• Greenland
• France

21. People of the Amazonian Mundurucu tribe refer to intercourse as:

• “Eating penises”
• “Churning the cream”
• “Fertilizing the crops”

22. Poachers are paid handsomely by Chinese black marketers for what item?

• Rhinoceros horn
• ‘Black bear gall bladders
• Buffalo testicles

23. Who was the first president to be born in a hospitable?

• Millard Fillmore
• Franklin Delano Roosevelt
• Jimmy Carter

24. An Arab husband who is absent from home for long periods may require his wife to protect her honor and fidelity by:

• Locking her in the house and giving the key to his mother
• Hiring a live-in chaperon to police her virtue
• Infibulating (fastening) her genitals

25. A phylogynist is:

• A therapist who specializes in the treatment of female sexual psychosocial disorders
• A person that loves women
• A person that has a fetish for women’s undergarments

26. An Englishman accused of “knicker picking” has done what?

• Stolen women’s panties
• Pinched a female’s buttock
• Had sex with an underage female

27. Siamese twins Chang and Eng Bunker, born joined at the chest in 1843, married the Yates sisters of North Carolina and fathered how many children?

• None
• 2
• 22

28. Which state has the highest birthrate?

• Alaska
• California
• Utah

29. What year did condom commercials first appear on television?

• 1984
• 1987
• 1990

30. What per cent of U.S. babies are born to single or unmarried mothers?

• 15 per cent
• 19 per cent
• 25 per cent

31. What percent of U.S. babies are born by cesarean section?

• 10 per cent
• 25 per cent
• 25 per cent

32. Globally, what is the most prevalent mode of transmission of the AIDS virus?

• Heterosexual intercourse
• Intravenous drug use
• Homosexual intercourse

33. Which country legally permits homosexual or same sex marriage?

• Denmark
• Sweden
• Madagascar

34. Which has 60 percent of AIDS cases worldwide?

• The United States
• Africa
• India

35. Before divorcing, American couples are typically married:

• 3 years
• 7 years
• 10 years

36. Who were the 1960s “Plaster Casters”?

• Moral vigilantes who vandalized adult bookstores by throwing bibles encased in plaster through the windows
• Plaster reliefs made by naked participants of a “love-in”
• Rock groupies who cast their idols’ penises in plaster

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Answers to the Sex Trivia Challenge

How Did You Score?

0-9 correct: DANG! You should be ashamed of yourself and should seriously consider seeking some kind of treatment.

10-18 Correct: A little better! But you’re probably a repressed individual nonetheless.

19-27 correct: Not bad! If you scored more than 50 per cent correct, you did better than the 1,974 adults who took the 1989 Kinsey Institute test of basic sexual knowledge.

28-36 correct: SEXPERT! Now we know what you do with your spare time, you fucking sicko!

1. 4 inches

2. 4 inches

3. 5 calories (and the reason why “spitters are quitters!”)

4. 100 calories

5. 300 sperm

6. China: They have developed an oral contraceptive using Gossypol, a derivative of cottonseed oil, which is thought to be effective metabolic spermicide

7. A Hickey

8. Chocolate

9. Eyes: Tincture of belladonna was used as an eye drop to dilate the pupil, making the eyes darker and supposedly creating an attractive contrast to light skin.

10. Naked

11. Maraichinage is named for the Maraichins of Brittany, France, who customarily exchanged prolonged deep tongue kisses.

12. $.50

13. Nuns: This pope actually referred to a brothel as a “nunnery.”

14. Oral contraceptives

15. Marquis de Sade

16. King Louis XV shipped prostitutes and criminals from his women’s prison to New Orleans

17. B. soiled clothes that carry the scent of a loved one and can be sniffed when the wearer is absent (my female readers are encouraged to send me their slightly worn knickers)

18. Polygyny (a male with multiple wives)

19. India: The Toda society has no word for adultery in its vocabulary and extramarital lovers are permitted.

20. Ireland: the inhabitants of Inis Beag, off the Irish coast, are ignorant of even basic sexual physiology, and female orgasm is virtually unknown.

21. “Eating penises”

22. Rhinoceros horn, and B. Black bear gall bladder (If you guessed both, take an extra point)

23. Jimmy Carter: born 1924 at Wise Sanitarium in Plains, GA

24. Infibulating (suturing) her genitals. Sew that ma’fucca up!

25. A lover of women

26. Stolen women’s panties

27. 22 Those Yates were a horny pair! The Engs have a biography which is a fascinating read.

28. Alaska, and C. Utah (take an extra point if you guessed both)

29. 1987: Television station KRON of San Francisco aired the first condom commercial on January 16 of that year.

30. 25 per cent

31. 25 per cent

32. Heterosexual intercourse

33. Denmark: From 1989 to 1995, 700 legal same-sex marriages were performed.

34. Africa

35. 7 years

36. Rock groupies who made plaster molds of their idols’ penises.

The TGIF Sex Blog [The Kiss]

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I’m dealing with an emergency that had me up early this AM traveling to LI. I wrote this last night and I’m unleashing it via my mobile...

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-=[ The Kiss ]=-

She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips.
-- Ward Elliot Hour

Have I ever told you how much I love to kiss? My favorite part of the kiss is the moment just before. I can kiss for hours, it seems. I like all kinds of kisses, but the kisses I love most are those savored slowly... I would like to think I am a good kisser and I believe some women would agree. Whatever the case, I can honestly say my kisses never lacked for passion.

You should be passionate about your kisses, wherever, however, or with whomever...

Strange as it may seem to us, the contact of the lips in a kiss is a cultural, if inspired, development of the Western world. The kiss was unknown in many parts of the world until colonizers, explorers, travelers, and missionaries carried the custom to the remote parts of our planet. Even today it is not the preferred form of intimate expression of love or affectionate greeting among most peoples of Asia, Africa, the Eskimo domains, Polynesia and other distant lands where traditional customs still hold.

Science tells us that the impulse to kiss is not natural to humankind; that it developed gradually in relation to the erotic. Anthropologists believed that the love-kiss developed from the primitive maternal kiss and from the nursing of the infant at the mother’s breast, which are customary even in cultures where the erotic kiss is unknown. Out of these maternal caresses grew the kiss of love and affection, of devotion and reverence, that we know today.

As in many other cultural idiosyncrasies, the development of the kiss demonstrates a curious contradiction in the pattern of human actions. Kissing as a demonstration of affection is believed to have been a rather late development. There is no trace of it as a form of affection in ancient times. For example, I am told that there is no word for “kiss” in the Celtic tongues. The custom of kissing appears to have been acquired by the Celts long after it became a habit among most other Europeans. Homer scarcely knew of it, and the Greek poets, avid chroniclers of the customs of their time, seldom mentioned it.

Curiously, actions resembling the kiss are found among many animals. Birds use their bills as a form of caress. Even snails and certain insects caress. The dog who licks his master is physically expressing something close to a kiss. Dogs also lick one another as a form greeting. Our closest relations in the animal world, the apes, are apparently addicted to kissing.

Anatomically, the kiss is an ideal mode of expression of love and affection, as the lips are an extremely sensitive erogenous zone, especially vulnerable to erotic stimulation. I once knew a woman who claimed she could climax from kissing alone. Of course, in order for a kiss to be an effective incentive for love it must possess fire and strength of fervor. As Byron, no stranger to the erotic arts himself, once wrote:

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth and love,
And beauty, all concentrating like rays
Into one focus kindled from above;
Such kisses as belong to early days,
Where heart and soul and sense in concert move,
And the blood's lava, and the pulse ablaze,
Each kiss is a heart-quake -- for kiss's strength,
I think it must be reckoned by its length.

There is strong evidence that the kiss as we know it in the West has ancient Hebraic origins, where the kiss of love held some influence, as expressed in the Song of Songs: “Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth.” The kiss has special significance as a pledge of love -- a seal if you will. It has also been defined as a symbol of the union of souls. In the Eastern world, the kiss was associated with the sacred, accounting for its absence in the erotic sphere. The ancient Arabians, for example, made their devotions to the gods by a kiss.

Likewise, in ancient times the kiss indicated reverence and respect rather than love. The Romans, for whom the kiss had a sacramental meaning, influenced the early Christians. The kiss retains some of this meaning as evidenced by the practice of kissing the relics of saints, the foot of the Pope, and the hands of bishops. Kissing the hand or foot has been a mark of respect dating back from the earliest of times.

It is impossible to think of tender, consummate lovemaking without the rapture of the kiss. The kiss sets off the electrifying spark of sensation that reverberates to the innermost parts of our being. It is an essential part of love-play often leading to a sexual peak experience. However innocent a lover’s kiss, it is never truly without a sexual connotation and signifies the stage between desire and possession.

Surfaced by a tissue of full-blooded, sensitive membranes, moistened by dewy sweetness, shaped into a curvature that has been compared to Cupid’s bow, the lips appear to have been especially created by nature for their role as the gateway to labyrinths of love.

The kiss -- the incitement of the fruits of your lips -- is the most direct prelude to sexual fulfillment. It is for this reason (and many more) that I would caution restraint, for the real meaning and importance of the kiss is the sacredness of love’s passion. Its force may lure you unawares as a fly to a trap sticky-sweet with dew.

Love,

Eddie

The Friday Sex Blog [Power and Surrender]

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If you’re shopping today, then you’re fuckin’ crazy...

Period! LOL

I spent most of my Thanksgiving night running around with friends, visiting various homes and begging for food. Just to show you how much of an ingrate I am, I not only took food from one young lady, but I also attempted to seduce -- in the process expanding on the definition of “eating.” ::grin::

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-=[ S/M, Power and Surrender ]=-

“Woman’s destiny is to be wanton, like the bitch, the she-wolf; she must belong to all who claim her.”

-- Marquis de Sade

I once horrified a graduate school professor when I told him the story of how my mother would sometimes not only make me fetch the leather strap she beat me with, but would often make me smell it as a warning. Now, if you’re not from my culture, you may not understand this, but it was something that I saw with regularity in the Puerto Rican communities I was raised. In fact, that day, as I described this form of punishment during class, there was only one other person who understood -- she was giggling -- and she was a Boricua also, probably had been made to smell the leather too.

To my professor and classmates, I was describing child abuse (and I agree). However, everything must be taken within its cultural context. The funniest thing was that I was wearing all leather that day, as my professor astutely noted. LOL

I think many of readers don’t understand me. I don’t like to inflict pain -- I am not a sadist. I do, however, understand the connections between pain and pleasure and power. My major concern as a lover is to be concerned with giving my partner pleasure (and deriving some for myself, of course! LOL!).

Many of you, mindlessly seizing on an opportunity to yelp out an opinion, will quickly deny that you have never incorporated aspects of dominance and submission, but I think you’re full of shit. If you wear high heels, you’re willingly submitting to at least some uncomfortably in order to please -- pain/ pleasure. Women wear clothes that make no functional sense and are often uncomfortable -- who the fuck thinks it’s a good idea to put zippers where you can’t see them? The fact that you need the help of another to dress/ undress is itself a form of submission.

::blank stare::

But there are huge misconceptions about S/M or S&M, terms evolved from the word sadomasochism. The dictionary defines sadomasochism as the “perversion” of deriving sexual pleasure from either the infliction of the experience of pain. Most misconceptions about S/M originate from this unfortunate definition. Sadomasochism is often used to describe the nonsexual interchange between people involved in abusive behaviors. A bullying boss or battering husband is referred to as a “sadist,” while anyone physically or emotionally self-destructive is referred to as a “masochist.”

Add to this that Hollywood has done it best to advance stereotypes about S/M. How many movies have cast psychopathic transsexual or transvestite villains, or spice up their plots by involving murderous practitioners of “S/M”? Talk about having your cake and it eating, too! You’re invited to indulge in the sexually arousing images of spike-heeled dominatrixes or leather-clad masters, but by the end of the movie, you’re taken off the moral hook because all the evil sadists and pathetic masochists have been killed off, and the virgin (who’s usually delightfully tortured) gets to keep her virtue (and so do you).

SMDH

The fact is that S/M has nothing to do with coercion, either sexual or nonsexual. The common denominator in all S/M play is not a violent exchange of pain but a consensual exchange of power. That S/M is about eroticized power play is no small distinction. Understanding that S/M is not about physical or emotional abuse is crucial to understanding and demystifying the subject. Some people in the S/M community feel that sadomasochism is an inaccurate term to describe their experience, often preferring such terms as dominance and submission, sensuality and mutuality, or power and trust.

As the definition of S/M has broadened to include role-playing and heightening sensation, there has been a growing interest in the subject. In addition, with the growing awareness of the risks of STDs, many people are intrigued by the prospect of sexual play that is arousing yet doesn’t necessarily involve genital sex. Factor in the popularization of fetish items such as leather, lingerie, collars and corsets -- as seen in music videos and fashion magazines -- and what you have is the phenomenon some of us call “S/M lite” -- S/M imagery that has permeated mainstream culture.

Next week, I will attempt to introduce you to an erotic style enjoyed and articulated by a wide range of people from all walks of life. For those whose curiosity is sparked, I will offer a few starting points where participants can explore power play in a safe, structured environment.

Love,

Eddie

The Friday Sex Blog [Exhibitionism/ Voyeurism]

¡Hola! Everybody…
Well it’s Friday and after today, I’m off on vacation for two weeks!

Man! I need a break. I’m just about burnt out. And let me just state for the record that two weeks is not nearly enough. I think a month is just about right. All my Euro friends all get at least a month off mandatory! I’m not doing much; it’ll be a ghetto vacation for yours truly this year. But there’ll be enough to do here entertainment-wise and I’ll also be doing a home “mini” spiritual retreat.

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-=[ Exhibitionism/ Voyeurism ]=-

The title is a little misleading, since this post, while addressing both fetishes, is about neither voyeurism nor exhibitionism, but a slight mixture of the two. I think the two are connected.

I love to screw and/ or watch people screw in public places. Mind you, I am neither a voyeur, nor an exhibitionist, but I enjoy fucking in public places and have fucked in almost every public place you can think of. An exhibitionist, or scopophile, by definition is someone who derives erotic pleasure from the display of genitals or other parts that are normally considered taboo. While exhibitionism is a common occurrence as foreplay, exhibitionists usually expose themselves without the consent of their audience, or with any intention of consummating the sex act.

There are many degrees of exhibitionism, some of them not very healthy, as with exhibitionists who derive pleasure from the horror created by their exposure. These individuals expose themselves to younger victims or unsuspecting victims. To be fair, most American™ women are exhibitionists to some degree. This started happening when pre-arranged marriages ceased to exist in the United States and women were thrown into competition for husbands with one another. You could see immediate changes in ads and the forms of dress women adopted. For the first time, women had some measure of power over men. I believe this part of the erotic pleasure derived from exhibitionism.

One of the most erotic exhibitionists I ever saw was a young blonde woman who lived in a mostly Puerto Rican neighborhood. Everyday, at an appointed hour, she would undress in front of her window in her second-floor apartment that faced the street. It was like a TV show. Guys would rush home, buy beer and weed, sit by their windows, shoot the shit and wait for “Blondie” to do her thing. And she did her thing everyday, like clockwork. She was a petite, slim woman, very light-skinned and a real blonde. You could tell

she knew people were watching and she was very meticulous in her manner of undressing. She obviously paid close attention to her use of undergarments and undressed slowly in front of her window. After she finished undressing, she pull down her blinds and that was it. End of show. LOL

She would give no one any conversation. She had a Puerto Rican boyfriend who visited her now and then, but otherwise she kept to her self and interestingly enough, no one messed with her.

I was always curious as to the inner processes at work in this type of behavior. Later, as part of my studies, I would learn that, as with other forms of anticipated sex, there is a certain amount of arousal present. An exhibitionist will become stimulated as they plan what to wear, where to expose themselves, and to whom or what type of audience, they will expose themselves. Coordinating the right sequence of location and events adds to the tension that produces amounts of adrenaline and hormones that in some cases leads to genital orgasm.

As I stated before, I am not an exhibitionist in the strict sense of the word, but I have a huge fetish for fucking in public places. I was never happier, sexually speaking, than when I was in a relationship with a woman who shared my enthusiasm for public intercourse. We did it everywhere. Once she fellated me at a restaurant, swallowing me completely while on her knees under the table. People caught that one!

But one of the most mind-blowing sexual experiences I’ve ever experienced was at a Puerto Rican Day parade. My lover and I spent days planning and on the day of The Parade, she wore a short skit with no panties. I wore no underwear also and we got to the parade early, lining up against the police barriers. For those who are unaware, The Puerto Rican Day Parade is the largest outdoor event in the States – millions of people attend. By noon, we were surrounded on all sides by a mass of humanity, crushed together literally. That’s when I reached in, pulled out my cock and slipped it underneath my lover’s short skirt where the head nestled itself between her cheeks. With the exception of one woman standing right next to us, no one seemed aware as I pushed a little until my cock was at the entrance of my lover’s anus. I kept it there for what seemed like a lifetime. There was much fondling and nibbling and eventually, my lover would spread her cheeks and invite me to push a little more. It took literally hours but eventually I would be able to insert the head of my cock into her ass. It took everything I had not to come inside her. By this time, I was fingering her clit with one had, my cock inching deeper into her ass. At one point, a famous celebrity, I forget who, passed by on a float and this allowed my lover to jump up and down, in the process, impaling herself on my cock.

Gawd!

She was one of the greatest lovers I ever had. We would fuck everywhere: on subway trains, theaters, on a late-night plane trip to Puerto Rico, all kinds of autos. We screwed in alleyways, hallways, beaches, pools – you name it, we probably fucked there. We would sit down and plan these sexual trysts in detail and that was half the fun. On many occasions, we were discovered or watched by strangers, and while this wasn’t the turn on, it did add to the excitement.

Then one day, I was watching out my window and noticed a couple in a parked car. I had a bird’s eye view of them and it was evident the woman was fellating her man in the car. I realized that watching them was highly arousing. I had an erection just watching her go down on that cock. At one point, she saw me looking – we actually made eye contact – which made her stop. However, after a moment, she resumed sucking her man off and it was a huge turn on. The fact that she was sucking his dick in public and that she knew I was watching was extremely sexually arousing. When my lover became curious and saw what I was looking at, she scolded me, but she too became transfixed by the act. Eventually, I would take her from behind while the woman in the car continued sucking her lover’s cock. She would make eye contact with us while she bobbed her head on the cock and we made it clear that I was fucking my lover doggie style.

Whew!

Voyeurism involves the act of watching other people for the purpose of sexual arousal. Most often, a voyeur will station himself outside a window, what’s known as a Peeping Tom. Voyeurism seems to surface in many people when it involves celebrity. How many times has Paris Hilton’s skinny snatch been shown on the internet? Better yet, how many times have you looked at it?

::blank stare:

LOL

In our society, voyeurism is celebrated in many ways and rewarded handsomely. For example, a photographer lucky enough of taking a shot of Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, or Paris Hilton flashing their anorectic snatches will easily get six figures for such a photo. This indicates that there are hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of quasi-voyeurs who derive pleasure from a glimpse of the forbidden or unattainable. The embarrassment of outrage of the victim makes it all the more appealing.

Love,

Eddie

[un]Common Sense Sex Blog [Pregnancy and Sex]

¡Hola! Everybody…
Jesse Helms, racist U.S. senator is dead and thank your God for that. The world is a better place without the likes of him. Click here for documented instances of his blatant racism.

Here’s wishing everybody a safe and joyous holiday weekend! I'm off to a picnic and the fireworks display.

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-=[Pregnant Poosie ]=-

It’s an awesome feat of American Puritanism to convince us that sex and pregnancy do not mix. It’s the ultimate virgin/ whore distinction. For those nine months, please don’t mention how we got this way – we’re Mary now.
-- Susie Bright

This post was inspired in part by Alicia’s (Lee Lee) rant regarding pregnant women and men’s tendency to talk about how good pregnant poosie is (click here). To be clear, Lee Lee’s rant was more about how men tend to disrespect women in general and pregnant women in particular. I agree with that part. Guys don’t need to be telling women they barely know how much they like pregnant poosie. That’s just plain stupid.

However! There is something to be said about sex with a pregnant woman. I remember the first time I had sex with my son’s mother and how I was blown away by the whole experience. And it’s not just the fact that men are awed by the fact that a woman is carrying a life inside of her. That was part of it, but for me, it was a very small part. The fact was that my son’s mother’s pussy felt different, tasted different and her responsiveness was very different. Sex with my son’s mother while she was preggers was a totally different experience and I couldn’t get enough of her.

Of course, our relationship was so dysfunctional that eventually just looking at me was enough to send my son’s mother into an extreme state of agitation. I couldn’t be in the same room with my ex during the last three-four months of my son’s mother’s pregnancy.

But that’s another story.

My curiosity piqued by Lee Lee’s rant, I went, did some research, reviewed my notes, and I came up with some rather interesting findings…

First, I found that there’s precious little written about pregnancy and sex. It seems that our embedded cultural anti-sex bias demands that we keep sex separate from pregnancy. I don’t know about you, but for me the irony I sense whenever I see a pregnant woman is that it’s a walking/ talking advertisement that she fucked – and fucked hard. LOL! Everybody knows you fucked, sweetie! Can’t deny it. But back to my post: there’s very little written on sexuality during and after pregnancy and it’s a shame because women are kept in the dark.

What little information that is out there is so vague that it misses the opportunity to explain the dramatic changes in women’s sexual physiology and desires. A lot is written on how to cope with a husband's response to body image and the burden pregnancy puts on the normal sexual routine (one should never use the words “sex” and “routine” in the same sentence! LOL!). The most telling insight these books offer is: Sometimes she’s hot, sometimes she’s not.

Duh…

Fact one: your clit will grow. Yup. The Little Man in the Boat will grow and your pussy lips will become engorged with blood; your labia will grow fatter, your clitoris pushing out slightly out of its hood. This is not unusual, most women experience these changes.

Many women report feeling unusually amorous and sensual. This is not unusual since a pregnant woman's body is flooded with the neurochemcial respoinsbile for feelings of love and bonding, known as the "cuddle chemical." Conversely, some women find, later in their pregnancy, that they cannot successfully masturbate in the same way they have for years. The engorged clitoris feels different, sometimes too sensitive to touch in the usual way.

According to the “experts,” it’s a huge mystery why some women get more horny when they’re pregnant while others lose interest. I think that’s bullshit – part of a cultural bias in sex research. I don’t think anyone loses interest. What happens is that normal sexual patterns cease to work in the same way. Unless you and your lover make the adaptation to new ways of getting sexually aroused and reaching orgasm, you’re going to be extremely depressed about sex and probably start avoiding it all together.

It’s not even about sexual technique, either. Feeling both desirable and protected are essential to a pregnant woman, and if that feeling of safety is not there, she will build a fortress that will never be penetrated.

Personally, I don’t believe that some women don’t feel sexual during those nine long months. I believe many are frightened by the sexual changes their growing bodies demand. I have had many women tell me, “I was so horny; I just didn’t know how to explain it, or how to tell anyone.”

Contrary to Mary’s purported immaculate conception, your average woman goes through major sexual transformation. A pregnant woman’s vagina feels different because it is different. The lubrication increases; its smell and texture are different. Often in a state of a pregnancy-induced type “yeast infection,” her genitals smell sweet. Some say a pregnant woman’s genitals smell like a big cookie.

My ex would tell me that when we fucked during her pregnancy, her pussy felt more elastic. She was more passive sexually, and aside from passively receiving my cock, she didn’t seem to want to do much but float in sexual bliss. She did want to fuck a lot though, and that was OK by me.

There’s a lot of controversy about positions, but it’s a fabricated controversy. The truth is that you don’t get huge for at least five or six months. One commentator noted that sexual advice to pregnant women resembles a sports manual. This emphasis on sexual positions is bullshit. You can fuck on your back for a long time if you so desire, as long as your partner isn’t one of those slobs who likes to collapse upon you. I doubt that’s desirable even to non-pregnant women. Wanna fuck while flat on your belly? Go ahead. Of course, it may be impossible after, like, the fifth or six month, but what the fuck, go for it. You can spoon, if you like. It’s often recommended that women get on top, but I have to wonder how many pregnant women really feel up to that shit. Of course, I love pregnant poosie mostly because I get to hit it from behind, which is my favorite position anyway. Nothing like the strong smell of musk while getting a bird’s eye view of that ass while I slammin’ that pussy!

Most importantly, sex is a crucial way to prepare for childbirth. Start with the idea that birth will be the biggest sex act you will ever perform, and everything else will flow from that. If you’re smart and are taking childbirth preparation classes, you might learn a thing or two. For example, there’s the “perineal massage”: “Daddy” should massage and finger the vaginal opening until he could put more and more of his fingers inside, relaxing the vaginal muscles through such caresses (and hopefully some licking and sucking), until he might be able to insert part or even his whole hand into “Mommy’s” opening.

::blank stare::

Yup, “perineal massage” is just another name for fist fucking – and it really helps! LOL

Think about it: a hand going in is a lot like a baby’s head going out. You figure it out… Just imagine how much more confident you will be about giving birth knowing that you’ve practiced fisting!

Most sex experts are mum on using a vibrator on your clit to counteract contractions, but I have anecdotal evidence from at least one expert who matter-of-factly states, “I have a great photograph of me in the delivery room, dilated to six centimeters, with a blissful look on my face and my Hitachi Magic Wand nestled against my pubic bone.” LOL! According to her, she wasn't thinking of climaxing, but the pleasure of the rhythm on her clit was like icing on top of the deep, thick contractions in her womb.

There’s a lot more to discuss here, especially sex after childbirth, but this post is already way too many mouse scrolls. My message is that we are so utterly conditioned to not seeing birthing as a sexual act, that we are missing something important. You can’t separate sex from pregnancy, people. Everybody knows a pregnant woman fucked and was fucked and probably fucked good and hard.

Love,

Eddie

Monday Madness [Bleached Bums]

¡Hola! Everybody,
Okay, due to an expectation, I put some things on hold recently. Actually, it’s funny would term them “things,” when in actuality they’re really called relationships. LOL! Well, I recently put a couple of relationship “thingees” on pause recently, and you know relationship pauses are iffy in the best of circumstances. I call the one who lives near me and I get -- silence! Not the bewildered, stunned, or adoring type of silence, but the “You Belong in the Frozen Tundra of What’s Left of My Heart” silence. I’m not in the mood, so I mumble an awkward hello/ good-bye and hang up. Just then, the Ex from Boston, who’s been calling me steadily for over a month (with no response from yours truly), calls. She has the weirdest timing. About a month ago, when she started calling again, I was talking about her to another romantic interest and she called at that exact moment!

::shivers::

Ladies and gentlemen: I am now an officially certified psycho magnet...

Anyway, my rule of thumb is that Ex Sex is not a healthy thing. It brings up old wounds and resentments and someone usually gets hurt. Part of the reason the Ex-wife and I are on such good terms is that we've never violated that important boundary. Sex with the Ex-wife would be a huge mistake. Of course, sex with the Ex from Boston is the exception to the rule. Somehow, she’s managed to keep me in her radar for over seven years -- since my divorce.

Our relationship caused an uproar among my female friends because when I first met her, she was nineteen.

I am more than twice her age and she chased me (literally) for more than two years.

I will give her this much: she’s a very determined woman! LOL. We had a messy, short-lived, very intense, and extremely dysfunctional relationship, but she always keeps in touch. I might not hear from her for a year and she’ll call unexpectedly. Whenever she calls, it means one thing and one thing only (though she’ll make me play the game): sex. She claims that her first true orgasm was with yours truly, but I’ve been around the block too many times to fall for that one. I will cop only to the fact that I may have played part in the process of her sexual awakening, but I don’t know about all that “No one makes me come like you do, Papi” bullshit.

Anyway, since our break-up we still maintain contact. I think part of the attraction is that she feels she can trust me (after all, I was gentle, as I said I would be, when she sacrificed her virginal anus). Another part is that we both love to fuck each other. Yup, sex with this ex is sublime. It’s not that she’s sexually proficient, it’s that I take whatever I want, however I want and she loves to be ravished in that way.

We’re sexual jigsaw pieces that fit.

I haven’t had sex since last September (or was the end of August?). Look at that shit! I don’t remember when was the last time I had sex. I’m waaaaaay over due. The internet thingee (a sure thing in the past) hasn’t been working out lately (I don’t even know what’s real here anymore!). She calls one more time and imma get mines, as some of my clients put it. Slap some skin, make her smoke my cock, get busy, hide the salami, pork it, -- whatever you want to call it? She’s gonna get it! LOL

I’ll be sure to take notes and post pics (not!)

The other day, someone mentioned the following to me and I almost cracked a rib laughing about it. Then I find out that one of my fave “sexperts,” Tristan Taormino, wrote an entry on it (click here). I had to investigate...

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Bleacher Bums

As those of you who read my blog yesterday already know, I went and had streaks put in and cut my hair this past weekend. The stylist, a raging Queen with whom I shamelessly flirted (much to the delight of my ex-wife and the stylist), mentioned that apparently people all over the country are now flocking to salons to get their assholes bleached.

Me being the curious ma’fucca I am, I had to look into (no pun intended) this. It’s the equivalent of “BriteSmile for bungholes,” as Taormino cleverly puts it (she may have had her bum bleached, I didn’t, FYI).

Now, being a man with an admitted fetish for the female derrière (I liken it to an altar), I had to wonder if this is something that I would find appealing as I slowly and meticulously slip the head of my cock past the slightly resistant sphincter muscle of, say, the Ex from Boston. I don’t think it would look too good because her skin color is best described as trigueña -- as if her skin were lightly dusted with cinnamon. Pink asshole?!! Not on her!

So I guess there aren’t too many people of color getting their asses bleached, huh? On the other hand, maybe they bleach it so that skin tone is more uniform? I dunno.

According to Taormino, Pink Cheeks, a Sherman Oaks, CA salon specializing in all types of body waxing, perfected the ass whitening procedure. I’m simply overwhelmed by the fact that the salon offers seven different pussy-waxing options! From Brazilian bikini wax to the Playboy (bikini line, labia, and butt crack waxed with a thick or thin V of hair left on top -- something to graze while eating that poosie!). Whew!

Ass whitening begins with an ass wax first, followed by an application of anal bleaching cream. Pink Cheeks developed a product in which the active ingredient is a substance (hydroquinone) used to lighten dark skin. This substance is commonly found in products used by African Americans to even out skin tone. Apparently, people at Pink Cheeks tried it on a butthole and realized it worked. LMAOOO!

Now, how does one get to the level of thinking in the first place? Hey! Let me put some of this bleach on your ass and see what happens, ma'fucca!

Never mind...

The procedure can cost upwards of $75 and more (BTW, you can order the product over the phone: 818-906-8225 ).

I would like to go on record saying that I really don’t approve of bleached assholes. I fervently worship woman’s anus. I have been known to spontaneously drop down to my knees and pray to a woman’s asshole. I have been known to kiss and lick women’s assholes.

I love women’s assholes!

The asshole already has gotten a bum rap as it is. It’s taboo, it’s even against the law in some states for me to impale your anus with my penis! Now we’re gonna bleach the ma-fuccas?!!

Ladies! Please! Don’t bleach your asshole!

However, if you do bleach your asshole (c’mon, you know quite a few of you -- even some men! -- already dialed the number I provided above), please submit before/ after photos for my Friday Sex blog.

Love,

Eddie