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• From Real Sex for Real Women (2008)

  What happened? Jan, who had never looked at erotica before, found it very arousing. After a bit of research, she decided that the idea of anal touching no longer worried her. She also had some ideas of her own to try. She told Ian that she’d often imagined having sex on the desk in his office, and described her fantasy to him in detail, even down to her outfit and the sex position. Ian loved the idea and they decided to enact this sexy scenario at a time when they were sure they wouldn’t get caught. Jan and Ian were excited by their renewed sex life, and as part of their ongoing homework, they made sure that they spent time trying new positions and techniques. As a result, they both felt more able to share their fantasies and desires. They also went online and bought some sex toys, including a vibrator for Jan and a prostate gland stimulator for Ian. “If someone had told me I’d be buying stuff like this a month ago, I wouldn’t have believed them,” said Jan. “Our sex life has gotten a lot naughtier—and it’s great for both of us.” Keeping sex sexy If you always make love in the same way, or you don’t get as turned on as you used to, do something about it. Come up with some sexy ideas that you want to try, and present them playfully to your partner. It could revamp your relationship as well as your sex life. Chapter 8: FantasiesFemale Fantasies Male Fantasies Sharing Fantasies Dressing up Strip Show Submission and Domination On Location Fetishes Fantasies nourish your sex life and your relationship. Once you begin thinking about sex and fantasizing regularly, your libido will increase, as will your sexual response. Engaging in role-play is healthy and invites your inner vixen out to play. Fantasies can be as dirty, kinky, and wild as you want them to be. It doesn’t mean that you want to act them all out. Some are for your mind; others you would like to become a reality. Let your imagination run riot, and see where it leads you. [image file=image_rsrc3DD.jpg] Female FantasiesAre you confident in your fantasies, eager to achieve pleasure and revel in the joys of sex? Can you see yourself featuring in your favorite fantasies? By getting in touch with your secret sexual desires, you become more in tune with the woman you want to be, both inside and outside the bedroom. You will also have a lot of fun. Imagination and a few props are all you need for some of the most typical fantasies—escort girl and client, babysitter and parent, doctor and patient—to enter your bedroom.

• From Real Sex for Real Women (2008)

  Setting your mind freeThis is just as easy: all you have to do is let your mind have free rein to go wild. This means no inhibitions, no worries about your fantasies being “abnormal,” and no holding back. However, that can be easier said than done, especially if you have a million other things on your mind. In order to begin creating a fantasy life, try making time in your schedule to let your imagination quietly meander. Find a comfortable place to relax, then summon up an image of your ideal man. Picture him in detail. Is he tall? Well built? Rough around the edges? A smooth talker? Next, dream up a location—perhaps a deserted island or a cabin in the woods. What happens now is up to you. Once you begin thinking about sex and fantasizing regularly, your libido will increase, as will your sexual response, not to mention the liveliness of your lovemaking. Dress the partIf you are going to throw yourself into a fantasy role, you will need a sexy costume—the right clothes can transform your personality in seconds. Choose your favorite sexy character and work out what you need to look the part. Search for clothing and props online, in costume shops, or even at your local mall. If you have never worn latex, vinyl, or leather before, here’s your chance to reinvent yourself. Male FantasiesMale fantasies aren’t just about wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am with an attractive woman (well, not all the time). Your partner’s fantasies are probably as complex as your own. Men fantasize about being in charge, having sex with multiple partners, being tied up… some even fantasize about being spanked or spanking their partner. Responding to his fantasies—even if it’s just wearing a garter belt or having sex in the closet—will supercharge your sex life and strengthen emotional ties. Making fantasies come trueWhen it comes to an active fantasy life, men are the experts. Most men have a healthy enjoyment of pornography and erotica, which makes them pros at conjuring up sexual fantasies. There are a few favorites among male fantasies—such as watching you pleasure yourself—but they are still individual. Perhaps he has a secret fantasy about a certain dress you wear, or perhaps he is dying to see you in a pair of crotchless panties. You’ll never know unless you ask. Indulging his fantasiesHow can you make your partner’s fantasies come true? If he would like to be dominated, you could buy a pair of handcuffs, a tickling wand, and a blindfold. You could make domination part of your regular sex life or it could be an occasional treat.

• From Real Sex for Real Women (2008)

  [image file=image_rsrc3DJ.jpg] Submission and DominationWhen submission and domination are mentioned, most people visualize sado-masochism (S&M). However, S&D is not so extreme and is much less intimidating for couples wanting to dabble in power games. S&D is a wild, sexy-romp departure from traditional routine, and brings sex back to its most animalistic, instinctual form. It can still be light-hearted, fun, and even romantic, but S&D takes away the pressure of “lovemaking” because it is more about need-fulfillment. Most people enjoy a little bit of both worlds, so take turns giving and receiving pleasure or pain. There are lots of sexy scenarios—butler and mistress, au pair and parent, master and courtesan—so let your imagination go wild. Queen for a nightPlay the dominating diva for the night and have your love-slave do your sexual bidding. Choose a name that you would prefer to be called—such as “Queen”—and demand to be obeyed. Insist that he strip to his underpants, but reward him with a smile if you enjoy his sexy foot massage. Switch between being adoring and strict, if you want to keep him alert and obedient to your whims. [image file=image_rsrc3DK.jpg] Tantalize himS&D doesn’t have to involve pain, but you can choose to administer or receive punishment as part of your role. This might include tickling him with a feather, spanking, or using handcuffs or hot wax. Agree beforehand on acceptable treats and punishments. [image file=image_rsrc3DM.jpg] Submit to himActing the sexual submissive can be fun, too. The prospect of not having to take the initiative can be quite appealing to most people. Sexual submissives can act out their role painlessly through giving massage, watering the garden, cleaning the house in a maid’s uniform, or cooking dinner in the nude. If you are a good girl, your lover might reward you with oral sex—although a blindfold will remind you that he is still in charge. For misbehaving, he might “punish” you by insisting that you have sex with him, or by demanding fellatio or another sexual treat. You can get your own back when it is your turn—insist that your slave scrub the bathtub, and spank him if he gets impudent. On LocationSince most fantasies take place only in the mind of the fantasizer, the location tends to be as wild as the fantasy itself. From a beach in Belize to a balcony overlooking the Rhine, from a raft lost at sea to a Hollywood movie set, fantasy locations are not always easy to access in real life. However, there are many fun and sexy ways to recreate fantasy locations in your bedroom, and beyond. With a few props and some imagination, the scene of any fantasy location can be brought to life.

• From Real Sex for Real Women (2008)

  Stairway to heaven Believe it or not, the steamiest fantasy location could be the stairs. The next time your partner tries to slink off to bed early, ambush him on the stairs, rip his clothes off, and take him there and then. Whatever position you assume, the stairs will give his penetration a whole new angle. Add a little frisson of excitement: don’t use your home staircase—borrow someone else’s. Under canvas Camping is not most people’s idea of a dream date, but making out by the light of a campfire is definitely the stuff of fantasy locations. Prepare the scene with blankets—and, yes, insect repellent—then enjoy sex under canvas. You will have to be quiet because tents aren’t very private—or make as much noise as you want and annoy the neighbors. Use the opportunity to role-play—think caveman meets cave girl, or intrepid explorers lost and alone. Luxury places Who isn’t turned on by the idea of sex in a luxurious hotel room or on board a yacht or ocean liner? If it is within your budget, book yourselves into a five-star room for the night. Enjoy the smooth sensation of expensive sheets against your skin. If the room has a balcony, have sex on it while you enjoy the view. If pricey hotels are not an option, create similar luxury at home with soft lighting, candles, and a bottle of bubbly. Switch off the phone, send the children to stay with their grandparents and enjoy the luxury of one-on-one time with your lover. [image file=image_rsrc3DN.jpg] FetishesFetishism is a sexual attraction to objects or actions. The term comes from the word “charm,” and was originally used to refer to talismans and good-luck items. This definition still holds true—except that a sexual fetish is one in which a person believes that an object or material is infused with sexual attraction rather than good luck. Many people find that fetishes add spice and excitement to their sex lives. Some common examples include underwear, shoes, and items made of rubber or leather. Personal attractionsFetishism might bring to mind social deviance, but most of us have fetishes we are not aware of. A man may describe himself as a “breast man” or “bottom man.” Other people find that they are attracted to certain hair colors or lengths. Many objects have been infused with incredible sexual power by the media—the little black dress, stilettos, the tuxedo, red lipstick, chocolate, luxury cars, motorcycles, leather jackets, and champagne, for instance. These items are glamorized and sexualized, and are accepted as part of most of our fantasy lives. Common fetishesMany people are attracted to and aroused by different types of slippery and smooth materials, such as vinyl, leather, silk, or latex. The sensation of skin against satin or silk sheets is very erotic. Fetishes for vinyl or latex are suggestive of sexual deviance and are a popular part of S&M play.

• From The Fermata (1994)

  Over lunch, though I was quite keyed up, I gave nothing away. I casually discussed with my friend Tim what it would be like to be an agitator BB ball in a can of green spray paint, as if it were an ordinary day. We agreed that it would be fun to dig into the pigment at the bottom of the spray can and then fly up through the pressurized froth and clack around—better perhaps than descending in a spherical space vehicle into the chemical storms on Saturn. Tim contended that there were sometimes two agitator BBs in a single can of spray paint, and I disagreed, arguing that it only sounded as if there were two when you shook it fast. I had not expected anyone to notice the cord leading into my desk, since I was in the back corner, and nobody in fact did. I let half an hour go by, watching Miss Dobzhansky discuss a kind of slitted sunglasses that the Eskimos whittled from bone to avoid snow blindness. She began to write the old spelling of Eskimo , with a q , on the board in white chalk. My hands were deep in my desk; my fingertips touched the wrinkle-finish black paint and the smooth toggle switch. As she embarked on the letter m , her back to the class, I flipped the switch. She didn’t finish the m . She and the class were without sound or motion. I said, “Hey.” I said “Hey” again. Nobody turned toward me. Far from being eerie or disturbing, the silence was, I found, quite comfy. This acoustical coziness, which is a consistent feature of the Fold, is the result, I think, of the relative sluggishness of the air molecules that surround me. Sound diffuses outward only a few feet, as far as I can tell. I’m often reminded of a line in the first stanza of Keats’s “Eve of St. Agnes”: “And silent was the flock in woolly fold,” My Fold is woolly. Presently (“presently” is right!) I flipped the toggle back to the off position, deactivating the machine. At once everyone and everything took up where they had left off. The world expanded, sounding once again as if it were recorded in stereo. Miss Dobzhansky finished writing Esquimaux . She gave no indication that she was aware that anything out of the ordinary had just happened; and as far as she was concerned, of course, nothing had happened.

• From Tipping the Velvet (1998)

  It was that - only that, just then - which decided me. I took her hand, and climbed into the carriage.We sat together in the gloom. The brougham lurched forward with a muted creak, and started on its smooth, quiet, expensive way. Through the heavy lace of its windows the streets seemed changed, quite insubstantial. This, I realised, was how the rich saw the city all the time.I glanced at the woman at my side. She wore a dress or cloak of some sombre, heavy material, indistinguishable from the dark upholstery of the carriage’s interior; her face and gloved hands, illuminated by the regular gleam of passing street-lamps, their surface fantastically marbled by the shadow of the drapes, seemed to float, pale as water-lilies, in a pool of gloom. She was, as far as I could tell, handsome, and quite young - perhaps ten years older than myself.For a full half-minute neither of us spoke; then she tilted back her head, and looked me over. She said, ‘You are, perhaps, on your way home from a costume ball?’ Her voice had a new, slightly arrogant drawl to it.‘A ball?’ I answered. To my own surprise I sounded reedy, rather trembly.‘I thought - the uniform ...’ She gestured towards my suit. It, too, seemed to have lost some of its bravado, seemed to be bleeding its crimson into the shadows of the coach. I felt I was letting her down. I said, with an effort at music-hall sauce, ‘Oh, the uniform is my disguise for the streets, not a party. I find that a girl in skirts, on her own in the city, gets looked at, rather, in a way not always nice.’She nodded. ‘I see. And you don’t care for that? - being looked at, I mean. I should never have guessed it.’‘Well... It depends, of course, on who’s doing the looking.’I was getting back into my stride at last; and she, I could sense it, was also warming up. I felt for a second - what I had not felt, it seemed, for a hundred years - the thrill of performing with a partner at my side, someone who knew the songs, the steps, the patter, the pose ... The memory brought with it an old, dull ache of grief; but it was overlaid, in this new setting, with a keen, expectant pleasure. Here we were, this strange lady and I, on our way to I knew not what, playing whore and trick so well we might have been reciting a dialogue from some handbook of tartery! It made me giddy.Now she raised her hand to finger the braided collar of my coat. ‘What a little impostor you are!’ she said mildly. Then: ‘But you have a brother in the Guards, I think.

• From Real Sex for Real Women (2008)

  Instant gratificationIt’s not uncommon for men to be unaware of the different gender preferences when it comes to arousal. If your man wants to skip romance for a quickie or cut to the chase and miss out on foreplay, make a point of granting his requests from time to time. He can teach you a thing or two about letting go and enjoying sex in its most raw and natural form. He will also adore being seduced by you, so don’t always leave it to him to initiate sex. Next time you’re in the mood, don’t stifle your natural urges; instead, pay him the greatest compliment by telling him that you want him right then. Guide him to the bedroom—or your location of choice—and enjoy spur-of-the-moment, uninhibited sex. Spontaneous sex is a guaranteed way to keep him—and you—at an optimal arousal level. Erogenous zonesTry these fun and sexy experiments to entice, arouse, and excite your man. Put on some cheeky underwear and have him undress you bit by tantalizing bit. Stimulate his whole body with playful touches and soft caresses. Add another element by trying a new sensual location. Take charge and be creative—it won’t take long to get him in the mood. Get naked Indulge yourself with some sexy underwear, then invite your man to a private viewing. Dim the lamps, bare a shoulder, or show him some thigh. Tell him you’re feeling hot and ask him if he’d like to undress you. If you’ve been together a while, removing your clothes will reawaken the thrill of the first time. If you want to make it more exciting, tell him that he can only use his teeth. By the time he gets down to your sultry new undies he’ll appreciate your effort and be desperate to get his hands on all that skin. Use the whole body Lick his chest and massage his nipples—even a little playful nipping, biting, and scratching can be fun. Draping your naked body over his will awaken all kinds of sensations for both of you. You can also excite nerve endings by stimulating him with different types of touch. Try running a feather wand delicately down his back, or use your fingernails to lightly trace a trail down his abdomen. Alternating circular and linear motions will keep him guessing about what type of stimulation comes next. Add another element Touch feels different when it happens somewhere other than the usual location. Taking your man to the shower or hot tub will heighten his sexual pleasure when you massage his hot spots under water. Using different vibrations from the shower head can also be arousing. If you aren’t in the mood to get wet and wild, try a warming lubricant to create different sensations.

• From Worried about Everything Because I Pray about Nothing (2022)

  It’s kind of like wakeboarding. I could tell you how wakeboarding feels. I could try to explain the physics behind it. I could even show you videos of someone doing it. But you still won’t really know what wakeboarding is. You have to do it. You have to actually feel the sudden rush of water propel your board and your body out of the water and onto the surface. You have to discover the freedom of skipping across the waves under a power that is not your own. You have to get a feel for the way your shifting weight moves you across the wake, into the air, and back down. There is only one way to learn to wakeboard, and there is only one way to learn to pray: You have to do it. As you do, you’ll experience for yourself the myriad results of prayer. Pray your way to peace. Pray your way to purpose. Pray your way to premise. Pray your way to perspective. Pray your way to presence. Pray your way to process. Pray your way to perfection. Pray your way to power. SECTION 2 What everybody gets wrong about prayerWhen it comes to exercising regularly, there are two kinds of people: those who find something that works for them and do it for the next four decades, and those who try new things every four months. Both are awesome, in my opinion. Just do what works for you. Period. If you’re bored and want to do something different, go for it. Try mountain climbing. Or slacklining. Or fencing. Or synchronized swimming. Or whatever gets you and keeps you moving. If you’d rather do the same thing for forty years, that’s fine too. It will cost you less in exercise paraphernalia and closet space than changing it up multiple times a year, that’s for sure. The best exercise routine is the one you’ll actually follow. Not exercising is the real problem. The thing is, if you aren’t exercising, it’s not as easy as “just starting.” Anyone who has struggled to start a regular workout program has had to deal with the underlying reasons why they don’t exercise. Prayer works the same way. There are lots of ways to pray, e.g., routines and methods. We’ll look at some of them in the last section of this book. But before we address those, we need to look at some things that could undermine your prayer life before you even get going. These are things that, like bad habits in exercise, could actually hurt you if they aren’t adjusted. We’ll look at reasons you might not be praying, prayers that are a waste of time, prayers that give up too easily, using prayers as excuses, dealing with unanswered prayer, and more.

• From The Fermata (1994)

  At a certain point, she made a peculiar expression that was clearly pleasure and covertly reached down to feel between her legs to find out what was going on (nobody was sitting next to her): just before she would have felt the shape of the alien Butterfly with her hand, I stopped time and removed it. Satisfied that there was nothing there, Andrea sat back, and when I had reinstalled the machine and gradually accelerated its vibration with the thumb dial, as the train accelerated between Copley and Kenmore, she let herself feel good, her hands resting on the back of the seat in front of her, her head resting on the black glass of the window. She wanted to look as if she were having a long and complicated train of memories of something faintly sad and peaceful in the distant past, as if her thinking were accompanied by a soundtrack of Gregorian chant, but I could read through her veneer of inner peace to the sexual fizz that was definitely there. Very slowly her lips parted and her mouth opened, or almost opened: her lips were only in contact in the very middle, where there was a fuller part. By this time I had abandoned my book, unable to keep from looking directly at her. The train rhythm sounded like appetitive, appetitive, appetitive, appetitive . In a book called Love Cycles , about hormonal rhythms, parts of which I have read with great interest, Winnifred B. Cutler (Ph.D.) cites a study by Sullivan and Brender in a 1986 issue of Psychophysiology in which women were shown “sexually stimulating videotapes” while their faces were wired with electromyographic sensors. Consistently their zygomatic muscles (one of the several sets of smile muscles) contracted subtly as they watched the tapes, an effect which the researchers took as an indirect marker of arousal, like pupil dilation. Since reading around in this book (and I must point out in passing that Dr. Winnifred Cutler is photographed with a very slight Mona Lisa-esque zygomatic smile in her jacket photo, and that, according to the flap, the book’s publication date was October, the month, says Dr. Cutler, that male hormones reach their highest levels), I had been on the lookout for these secret zygosmiles, and had not noticed many—but I think that between Copley and Kenmore Andrea Apuleo was offering the world a stunning example of one right in the T.

• From The Fermata (1994)

  I haven’t seen it since and yet I remember it as the finest footage of soaped-up breasts I’ve ever seen, partly because it was so teasingly quick.” “Arno—the pain in your arm,” said Dr. Orowitz-Rudman. “What is its status?” “Sorry. I’m experiencing a little more pain just above my wrist, and a cold feeling in my hand. But it hurts good, it’s well worth it. I’m going to shift to the fist-fucking grip. Yeah, there we go. Yeah! To come for you here this evening, I think I’m going to adapt that scene in Zardoz: I’m going to think of a guy who is asked to masturbate inside a huge magnetic tunnel while three women superior beings observe his carpal tunnel. They are interested in determining with scientific certitude whether his masturbation contributes to his nervous inflammation. It almost certainly does, but they want to capture the images of the poor frail nerve leading to his hand getting squeezed and traumatized as he gives himself pleasure. They are trying out some brand-new fancy software that focuses the magnetic field in a new way. This software uses some tricks refined over at CERN, in fact. But this new software has a bug; it has a serious unintended side-effect on this masturbating man. They trim his pubic hair, they dot his dick in a tribal pattern, they shove him in the magnet, and they tell him to start jacking off, and then, as his hand is shuffling smoothly up and down on his penis, some kind of bizarre, anomalous micro-funnel develops in the universal core of time. A chronomaly. Within the magnet, time is sucked in on itself and twisted and compressed in such a way that the man’s nerve—which is where all the analytic strength of the resonating system is focused—his nerve acquires the ability to stop and start time’s progress at will. What happens is: the man’s arm heats up for a second, tingling, as if it’s in a microwave on defrost, and then he discovers that he can put humanity on hold every time he snaps his middle finger. He lets go of his dick and he tries it out. Like this: snap.” I snapped my fingers. At once I was lying in complete euphoric silence. My Fold-powers were back. I crawled out of the machine and walked naked into the control room, my weighty richard leading the way. Dr. Orowitz-Rudman was wearing headphones. She was leaning back in her chair, her hand resting thoughtfully on her mouth, frowning in concentration at a monitor that showed an image of me lying feet first, legs parted, with my hand clutching my erection. I’d never seen myself from that angle before. It was not a pretty sight.

• From Tipping the Velvet (1998)

  How many of them were like the gentleman whose parts I had just fingered? Even as I wondered it I saw one fellow gaze my way, deliberately - and then another.Perhaps there had been many such looks since I had returned to the world as a boy; but I had never noticed them or grasped their import. Now, however, I grasped it very well - and I trembled again, as I did so, with satisfaction and spite. I had first donned trousers to avoid men’s eyes; to feel myself the object of these men’s gazes, however, these men who thought I was like them, like that — well, that was not to be pestered; it was to be, in some queer way, revenged.For a week or two I continued to wander, and to watch, and to learn the ways and gestures of the world into which I had stumbled. Walking and watching, indeed, are that world’s keynotes: you walk, and let yourself be looked at; you watch, until you find a face or a figure that you fancy; there is a nod, a wink, a shake of the head, a purposeful stepping to an alley or a rooming-house ... At first, as I have said, I took no part in these exchanges, but only studied others at them, and received a thousand questing glances on my own account — some of which I held, rather teasingly, but most of which I turned aside, after a second, with a show of carelessness. But then, one afternoon, I was approached once again by a gentleman who, it seemed to me, bore some slight resemblance to Walter. He wanted my hand upon him, merely, and to have a string of lewd endearments whispered in his ears as I dubbed him off - it didn’t seem like much. If I hesitated, I don’t believe he saw. I named my terms - a sovereign, again - and led him to the nook where I had served his predecessor. His cock seemed rather small; again, however, I said how thick and fine it was.‘You’re a beautiful boy,’ he whispered to me afterwards. There was no trouble over the coin.Thus easily - as easily, and fatefully, as I had first begun my music-hall career - thus easily did I refine my new impersonations, and become a renter. Chapter 9 [image "013" file=wate_9781101078198_oeb_013_r1.jpg] It might seem a curious kind of leap to make, from music-hall masher to renter. In fact, the world of actors and artistes, and the gay world in which I now found myself working, are not so very different. Both have London as their proper country, the West End as their capital. Both are a curious mix of magic and necessity, glamour and sweat.

• From The Chronology of Water (2011)

  The environmental extremes in Lubbock are stockyard cow shit smell so pungent it makes your eyes water as well as causing a special gagging reflex, and hot wind orange dust storms so thick you can’t even see the hand in front of your face that also feel like you are being attacked by little Lubbock evil devil pins if you venture out. Avenue Q, Buddy Holly Plaza. Big bronze Buddy Holly statue. Google it. Buddy, he’s circled by a walk of fame including greats like Waylon Jennings and the venerable Mac Davis. Budfest takes place during the first week of September, Buddy Holly’s birthday. During Budfest, drunk West Texans dress up like Buddy and his woman and … holler. Prairie Dog town. Picture a very large dirt area contained by a cement fence in the middle of nowhere. A cement fence about knee-high. And inside the cement fence? A great many holes in the ground. And in the holes? Prairie dogs. So if you were drunk and high and sitting on the cement wall in the middle of the night, the thing to do would be shine a flashlight and then throw rocks at all the heads. Like a grown up whack-a-mole. What’s not to like? Yeah. And when I say flat? I mean if you jump you can see Dallas. Lubbock. Great place. Honestly you should save up. By day I went to swim practice at 5:30 a.m. and breakfast at 7:00 a.m. and classes 10:00 a.m. through 3:00 p.m. and weight training at 3:30 p.m. and swim practice at 4:30 p.m. and dinner at 7:00 p.m. every day but Sunday with a pack of hot swimmer women and then the nights were ours. All night. Every night. As much night as you could get in you before 5:30 a.m. I was in love or something like it with my roommate within a month of meeting her. Maybe it was her drinking ability, or her swearing ability, or her rock and roll or her Bose speakers and kick ass stereo or her being from Chicago and thinking West Texans were cretins or her butterfly stud shoulders or her big tits or her bandana or her torn up jeans or her one-hit pipe. Maybe it was just her name. Amy. Amy, what you wanna do. I think, I could fall for you, for awhile maybe longer if I do.

• From Real Sex for Real Women (2008)

  [image file=image_rsrc3CB.jpg] Sitting, Kneeling, and StandingAll of these positions will turn you on and are perfect for nonconventional sex—and combining one or two of them makes for an especially erotic lovemaking session. So when snuggling and kissing in front of the TV turns to naked passion, don’t let going to bed break the spell and spoil the moment. Have sex right where you are, sitting or kneeling on the living room floor. If you make it to the bedroom, the bounce of the mattress works with sitting positions to create mind-blowing friction. You will be on top, so let your inner vixen come out and play. Making love standing up is for those times when you have to have each other now—on the stairs, against a doorway, near the kitchen counter: see where lust leads. Friday-night sexThis is a great position for nights when there’s nothing on TV. Your partner sits on the floor with his legs bent and feet flat on the floor. Sit on his lap and lean back on your arms while he helps support your weight. You can place your feet on the floor or raise them akimbo to vary your clitoral sensations. This is a great position to show off your body and let him admire you. [image file=image_rsrc3CC.jpg] Sexy backStray from traditional in-and-out sex by sitting on your man’s lap facing him. Wrap your arms around each other and enjoy kissing and staring into each other’s eyes, while you gyrate and rock back and forth on his penis. This position is great for intimate, any-time sex. [image file=image_rsrc3CD.jpg] Sitting prettyThis classic position is very relaxing. Your man will love the view, while being able to caress your gyrating bottom. He can sit on a chair or, if he prefers, recline on the bed or a sofa. As you face away from him, lower yourself provocatively onto his penis. In this position, you can place your arms on either side of him for support, or lean forward and grip his knees. Your man can reach round and caress your breasts or your clitoris from this position. This is a great little move for stimulating your clitoris while putting you in control of the depth and speed of penetration. Your lover will enjoy all the different sensations you create as you rock, wiggle, and move up and down. [image file=image_rsrc3CE.jpg] Lip loversThis position is very intimate and allows you and your lover to kiss each other to climax. He will be able to stimulate your hot spots with his hands. Have your man kneel on the floor or bed, then lower yourself onto his penis. You will be in control of the thrust and depth of penetration, and he will love it when you squeeze his penis with your muscles.

• From Real Sex for Real Women (2008)

  It’s time to get creative now. Try out the techniques in this section and you’ll find it’s easy to unleash your inner sex goddess. Extend your boundaries with a sex toy, explore the world of erotica, or have an adrenalin-boosting adventure in a new location. Experiment with Coital Alignment Technique (CAT) for an orgasmic evening, or connect to the spiritual side of sex with Tantric lovemaking. All in all, get out of your comfort zone and enjoy some different moves. You’ll find new stimulation, intimacy, and, above all, breathtaking orgasms. [image file=image_rsrc3CM.jpg] Trying Something NewImplementing something new in the bedroom requires a little bravery. From positions that put us face to face with body-image issues to sex that makes us slow down, breathe, and concentrate, braving the unknown in the bedroom can feel a little overwhelming, but it can also be amazingly erotic. Sex is not just about orgasm, it’s about your connection with another sexual being. New positions, new techniques, and new sensations will enhance intimacy between you and keep your sex life hot. A renewed sex lifeWhy not just keep practicing the same old moves? In order to enjoy the fullness of the beauty of sex, we have to shed our usual habits and be willing to experience sex with all of our senses engaged and all of our inhibitions quieted. Learning about sex is a lifelong process, which some believe to be a spiritual quest. In the Kama Sutra, sex is respected as part of the beauty of life. Meditative, or spiritual, sex is found in the traditional arts of Tantric lovemaking. By practicing Tantric breathing, stroking, and gazing you can connect with your lover both spiritually and emotionally–vital for maintaining a good partnership over an extended time. When you release your sexuality and use your body to give and receive pleasure, you will build a stronger sex life and day-to-day relationship. The only problem: you may never be satisfied with making love in missionary with the lights off again! New positionsFresh positions for sex allow you to experience new sensations. Positions such as Coital Alignment Technique (CAT), in which you and your lover rock your way to an amazing orgasm, or V-neck, where your man uses his penis to stimulate your clitoris, can provide novelty and intensity. Anal sex feels naughty, but enhances intimacy in your relationship and teaches you how to extend pleasure boundaries. [image file=image_rsrc3CN.jpg] New techniquesYou can improve nearly all positions with a few erotic tools. Take your pick from blindfolds, sex toys, and feathers. Use pillows to prop up your pelvis, cushion your bum or your knees, and change the angle of penetration for a whole new sex experience. Use chairs to improve some positions, particularly doggy-style. Vibrators, or a cock ring for him, can heighten orgasmic pleasure for both of you. If you are feeling adventurous, use props, accessories, and toys to enhance oral sex, too.

• From Real Sex for Real Women (2008)

  New locationsMove out of the bedroom and try the shower, the kitchen counter, or a night under the stars to add an adrenalin boost to your sex life. New locations usually mean new positions because there are no covers to hide under. So try leaning against a wall, over an office desk, or sitting on a swing seat. Orgasm-enhancing PositionsMany couples delve into the Kama Sutra in search of orgasmic sex moves. These are not just about getting your body into the “correct” position; they also require you and your partner to be willing to open up your body to new sensations and to engage all of your senses. When that happens, these positions are especially likely to help you achieve orgasms that you will remember for weeks, months—maybe years to come. The most orgasm-friendly positions are those that allow for manual clitoral stimulation, and those that create pressure on the G-spot. Some of these moves can even lead to female ejaculation—a sight that’s sure to make your partner request a return to these positions again and again. Rising missionaryThis is the perfect position to achieve deeper intimacy and prime you both to reach mutual orgasm. Lie on your back and place your feet against your partner’s shoulders. Let him kneel in front of you so that he can enter you deeply. This is a very intimate position that allows your man to see your face while he strokes your thighs, rubs your clitoris, and stimulates your anal region. He can control the depth and speed of his thrusts, but you will still have the freedom to move your pelvis up and down or in figure-eight motions. He can change his rhythm and can tease you by almost pulling out and then thrusting deeply again. This will also build up pressure on your G-spot, while you lie back and concentrate on having all your genital hot spots pleasured. [image file=image_rsrc3CP.jpg] Cheers to thatThis position is for all those moments when you just have to get naked and have each other. A high bar stool or loft chair makes for the ideal prop, but the kitchen counter works just as well. Wiggle until your bottom is almost hanging off the edge of the seat, then let your partner support one of your legs so that he can enter you deeply. He will be able to caress your bottom as you hold his body close to yours. The base of his penis will be tight against your clitoris and he will be able to thrust deeply against you. When you get into the groove he can pull your bottom tight up against his pelvis to send you (quite literally) to the edge and beyond.

• From The Chronology of Water (2011)

  I don’t know how much you know about swimmer partying but, well, it’s formidable. College swimmers are nearly all on some kind of scholarship. That’s money. There were the two British twins with spikey bleached hair. There were endless Barbie Texans with hairspray and drawls. There was a fantastic senior dyke and an amazingly beautiful boy-bodied Asian woman and mystical. Romanian. Of those with peckers, there was a tall lanky tow head with hair as white as mine whose last name was Creamer that I fell for like a blond brick house, there was a surfer So Cal king of Bruce Springsteen and Elvis Costello and beer dude, there was a two-stepping horn dog from Dallas, there was a guy from Amy’s hometown who orchestrated the mandorm parties, and a whole pack of swimmer guys with rockets in their pockets and shaved skin in places regular guys didn’t know about. When I say we partied, I mean an epic poem. About halfway through the year my days became swim practice at 5:30 a.m. big melon headed hangover and skip godforsaken cafeteria shitty instant eggs breakfast at 7:00 a.m. and skip classes at 10:00 a.m. 11:00 a.m. 12 noon drink hair of the dog beer eat cold pizza and Haagen Dazs ice-cream and listen to Zeppelin get high take a test once every week or so and weight training at 3:30 p.m. and swim practice at 4:30 p.m. and fuck dorm dinners they taste like shit and you have to sit with a bunch of West Texan fuckwaddery lets go out early and drink lets hit the Rock-Z and dance and dance and dance and drink and barf and screw every day every night. I lost my scholarship the second year. I flunked out the third. Love Grenade I I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE THE KIND OF WOMAN JAMES Taylor would sing: I feel fine, anytime she’s around me now to. “Something in the Way She Moves.” You know that song. Don’t you wish someone wanted to sing that song to you? Alas, my song would be Blood on Her Skin, Dripping with Sin, Do it again, Living Dead Girl. Yeah. By Rob Zombie. Because in college I was a living dead girl. My first husband, beautiful boyman, reminded me of James Taylor. Of how exactly like his hands, exactly his voice, exactly his long lean body. Exactly his introverted acoustic guitar genius, exactly his artist eyes, exactly his ego underneath all that thin man. I shoulda been with Rob Zombie but I wasn’t. For a few years, in Lubbock, Texas, where I’d come on a swimming scholarship, I was with a JT man named Phillip. Me: Doc combat boots. Kohl-a LOT - racooning my eyes. Ripped to shit tights and plaid catholic girl skirt and black leather biker jacket. No hairspray, no fingernail polish, no purse. Utterly out of place in Lubbock, Texas.

• From Wild (2012)

  “So guess what I heard yesterday morning at the store?” asked Rex. He was stirring a pot of something over the flame of his stove, his face still pink from the day’s exertions. “Apparently there’s this thing called the Rainbow Gathering up ahead at Toad Lake.” “Toad Lake?” I asked, suddenly remembering the woman I’d met in the restroom at the Reno bus station. She’d been going there. “Yeah,” said Rex. “It’s only half a mile off the trail, about nine miles up ahead. I think we should go.” I clapped my hands in glee. “What’s the Rainbow Gathering?” asked Stacy. I explained it to them while we ate dinner—I’d gone a couple of summers before. The Rainbow Gathering is organized by the Rainbow Family of Living Light, a loose tribe of so-called freethinkers, who share a common goal of peace and love on earth. Every summer they set up an encampment on national forest land that attracts thousands in a celebration that culminates during the Fourth of July week, but simmers all summer long. “There are drum jams and bonfires and parties,” I explained to Rex and Stacy. “But best of all there are these amazing outdoor kitchens where people go and make all these breads and cook vegetables and stews and rice. All sorts of things that anyone can just go and eat.” “Anyone?” asked Rex in a pained voice. “Yep,” I said. “You just bring your own cup and spoon.” While we talked, I decided that I’d stay at the Rainbow Gathering for a few days, my hiking schedule be damned. I needed to let my feet heal and to get my head back in the game, to shake this spooky feeling that had blossomed inside me that I might be abducted by a mythical bipedal humanoid beast. And possibly, just perhaps, I might get myself laid by a hot hippy. Later, in my tent, I rummaged through my pack and found the condom I’d carried all this way—the one I’d rescued back in Kennedy Meadows, when Albert had purged the rest from my pack. It was still unspoiled in its little white packet. It seemed it was high time to put it to use. In the six weeks I’d been on the trail, I hadn’t even masturbated, too wrecked by the end of each day to do anything but read and too repulsed by my own sweaty stench for my mind to move in any direction but sleep. The next day I walked faster than ever, wincing with each step, the trail undulating between 6,500 and 7,300 feet as it offered up views of high pristine lakes below the trail and endless mountains in the near and far distance. It was noon when we started down the little trail that descended from the PCT to Toad Lake. “It doesn’t look like much so far,” said Rex as we gazed at the lake 350 feet below.

• From Tipping the Velvet (1998)

  Limes-men, if you will.’ He struck the table with his gavel - clack! - so that the candle-flame dipped. ‘I give you, the marvellous, the musical, the very, very merry, Merry’ - he struck the table again - ‘Randalls!’The curtain quivered, then rose. There was a seaside backdrop to the stage and, upon the boards themselves, real sand; and over this strolled four gay figures in holiday gear: two ladies - one dark, one fair - with parasols; and two tall gents, one with a ukulele on a strap. They sang ‘All the Girls are Lovely by the Seaside’, very nicely; then the ukulele player did a solo, and the ladies lifted their skirts for a spot of soft-shoe dancing on the sand. For a first turn, they were good. We cheered them; and Tricky thanked us very graciously for our appreciation.The next act was a comedian, the next a mentalist - a lady in evening dress and gloves, who stood blindfolded upon the stage while her husband moved among the audience with a slate, inviting people to write numbers and names upon it with a piece of chalk, for her to guess.‘Imagine the number floating through the air in flames of scarlet,’ said the man impressively, ‘and searing its way into my wife’s brain, through her brow.’ We frowned and squinted at the stage, and the lady staggered a little, and raised her hands to her temples.‘The Power,’ she said, ‘it is very strong tonight. Ah, I feel it burning!’After this there was an acrobatic troupe - three men in spangles who turned somersaults through hoops, and stood on one another’s shoulders. At the climax of their act they formed a kind of human loop, and rolled about the stage to a tune from the orchestra. We clapped at that; but it was too hot for acrobatics, and there was a general shuffling and whispering throughout this act, as boys were sent with orders to the bar, and returned with bottles and glasses and mugs that had to be handed, noisily, down the rows, past heads and laps and grasping fingers. I glanced at Alice: she had removed her hat and was fanning herself with it, and her cheeks were very red. I pushed my own little bonnet to the back of my head, leaned upon the rail before me with my chin upon my knuckles, and closed my eyes. I heard Tricky rise and call for silence with his gavel.‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ he cried, ‘a little treat for you now. A little bit of helegance and top-drawer style. If you’ve champagne in your glasses’ - there was an ironical cheering at this - ‘raise them now. If you’ve beer - why, beer’s got bubbles, don’t it?

• From The Fermata (1994)

  One of the associates was sitting at the other large monitor, which showed a long glowing thing that was apparently the nerve in my wrist done up in the usual intense greens and blues and oranges. The other woman, the Chinese woman, was standing behind Dr. Orowitz-Rudman, looking on. I knelt and opened Dr. Orowitz-Rudman’s lab coat and pulled her ribbed green turtleneck out of her pants. I bunched it up at her collarbone and pulled the cups of her bra down so her nipples popped out. They were erect, I was pleased to notice, and surprisingly dark, like two Raisinets. “I can’t help it—I need to suck your tits,” I said to her, and I did, tactfully, untheatrically. I wrote, “Thanks,” on a white Post-It note and stuck it on her left breast. Then I put her clothes back in order and went back in the scan room and climbed into the magnet and resumed my former position. I snapped my fingers again. The noise of the coolant started back up. Immediately I heard Dr. Orowitz-Rudman exclaim, “Whoops! Lost our fix. Arno, we lost our fix on you. What happened in there?” “I snapped my fingers.” “Okay, look, please don’t do that. There are limits to our tracking system. Just keep stroking your penis if you can.” “How much longer do you want me to continue?” I asked. I was jubilant at having my powers back. “How much pain are you in?” she asked. “Mmm, this is about as painful as it gets—tingling up my whole forearm,” I reported. “I think you should go ahead and climax soon. I think we’ve got enough now to generate quite a thorough neural conductivity profile.” “You want me to come for you?” The foul-patter urge was rising in me. “Yes,” she said neutrally. “You want it? You want to see it? Oh, God, I want to give it to you. This guy, this guy who’s in the MRI machine, he snaps his fingers and time stops. He understands what’s going on, he’s not freaked, because it happened once before when somebody put a sample of his blood in a centrifuge and spun it very fast and time was interrupted. So time is stopped, and he crawls out of the machine, naked, jerking on his big swollen dick-knob, and he scampers into the control room and he throws back the doctor’s lab coat and pulls up her shirt and brings her tits out and he laps at them. That’s what he’s wanted from the moment he saw her, he’s wanted to suckle. those hard little nipples with his mouth—oh, man, ma-ha-ha-ha-han—” “A little slower if you can, Arno,” said Dr.

• From The Fermata (1994)

  That made sense. She was probably in graduate school there. (The University of Chicago sticker on her rear windshield was above the Smith sticker, arguing for Smith’s temporal priority.) I wasn’t sure that I wanted to drive all the way to Chicago with her, but presumably she would have to stop somewhere for the night. And even if she hated my tape, she was still driving, and driving allows for a great deal of idle thought, and idle thought is the perfect medium for the accelerated transmutation of remembered distastefulness. By the time she turned into a motel that evening, some image off my cassette might be soaring through her sensibility, robed in urgency and fire. And regardless of how she felt about my tape, she would almost certainly come in her motel room, since what else is there to do in motel rooms? As I drove, I worked out an elaborate plan of how I would proceed if she did check into a motel. As soon as she entered the parking lot, I would stop time and pull in ahead of her and park in an out-of-the-way spot. I would restart time. She would park and go into the office for five minutes and then reappear and walk to a room, say room 23. As she was pointing her key at the doorknob, with a semi-blank set-mouthed face that no actress could duplicate because it was so wholly a product of the certainty of her unobseivedness, I would pause her, go back to the office and get the spare key for room 23 from the key drawer, and enter ahead of her. It wouldn’t be a bad room, a little on the brown side, but there would probably be no good place for me to hide to watch her undress. I would be deeply sleepy by this time. My yawns would be coming every thirty seconds. It would be about seven in the morning Strine-time, counting my lengthy on-the-road Foldout, but I would still be needing some moment of closeness with this total stranger, who had become my chosen traveling companion. I would notice that in her room there was a locked door that led to the adjacent room. This would suggest some possibilities to me. Still fully fermational, I would leave her standing at the door with her key out and I would walk out and “buy” (in the usual informal manner) fourteen dirty magazines from a newsstand a quarter of a mile down the road. I like wandering around newsstands in the Fold and looking at people looking at magazines. Sometimes it’s just as you would expect: the thirteen-year-old kid with a fine little mustache looking at a shelf-ful of gory horror-film mags, etc.