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Scandalouswomen would be remiss if we didn't warn you to regularly check the circulation in your lover's hand if they're secured above his head. Even though studies show lack of circulation for a short time do a lot of harm, prolonged lack of circulation is not a good idea. Watch for signs of a circulation problem like affected parts going cold and/or changing color (turning a purplish blue). No need for panic if this happens, but it shouldn't be ignored. Think of it as an opportunity to move him from the door to the bed. Playing safe is paramount.

As bondage play becomes more and more mainstream, look to Babeland for a female-friendly source to obtain the tools to take your power exchange games to the next level.

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Chapters address virtually every topic the beginning mistress needs, from "Entering the World of Dominance and Submission" to "Slave Training." Sections explore the sexual play topics of bondage, discipline, foot adoration and party games. The detail is extensive. One entire chapter describes slave positions that the male submissive should learn to adopt on command, almost as if this book were a dog-training manual.

The neophyte domina often wonders, How is it possible to impose my will on a man who is usually much bigger than me? Ms. Varrin maintains that size isn't relevant. Domination and control are exercised in the mind and through conditioning. A perfect performance by the submissive earns the compliant pet sexual release as his reward. Using Varrin's methods, even a diminutive woman can command with complete assurance of obedience.

Ms. Varrin concentrates on instruction at the novice level, emphasizing that all activities must be safe, sane and consensual. In describing activities best suited for experienced players, Varrin cautions the reader to be patient, gain proficiency with the basics and consult in person with experts before attempting advanced techniques.

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Vitamin B6

Think of this supplement as the protector of all that is good and right in the world. You see, B6 decreases the production of prolactin, a pesky, evil little hormone that reduces sex drive.

Vitamin B3

Feeling nostalgic for that newly deflowered post - orgasmic glow? Then chew a B3 which is a fast-acting aphrodisiac in pure form and produces a flush similar to the one you get after intercourse.

Vitamin C

This dynamo is essential for healthy, no-clumping sperm. Give a tab to your man if you like his love juice like we like our coffee - extra creamy.

Vitamin E

If the hormones you have are feeling a little over¬worked and need some company, swallow some E which plays a key role in the manufacturing of testosterone and estrogen.

Calcium

This little wonder is not just needed for strong teeth and bones, but for strong orgasms too! This mineral plays a crucial role in muscle contraction during your climactic moments.

Copper, Iodine, Iron, Manganese and Potassium

Too tired to have sex? Nonsense! Let your inner nympho shine by getting plenty of these minerals which will help fight fatigue and low sex drive.

Magnesium

This mineral serves up the full meal deal! Its like a sex¬ual smorgasbord, serving a three-course feast in the form of sexual sensitivity, ejaculation and orgasm. Yummy!

Phosporus

If either one of you is going limp due to extended foreplay followed by lack of results, then grab some phosphorous, which is necessary for maintaining sexual arousal.

Taken from Increase Your Sex Drive by Dr. Sarah Brewer

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Frannie came over with a pot of coffee to freshen my cup and take my order.

"So what can I get for you, Sara?" she asked, removing the pencil from behind her ear. Before I could answer, a loud thunderous roar rumbled through the restaurant.

"What's that?" I asked looking out the windows. About fifty motorcycles pulled up into the parking lot. The riders dismounted, flanked in leather pants and jackets. They

filtered in and filled all of the available tables while Frannie grabbed menus and handed them out to the hungry, somewhat intimidating patrons.

The last rider to come in didn't look anything like the rest. He was clean shaven and dressed in a crisp, white t-shirt and blue jeans. He removed his sunglasses and his dark

eyes searched for an available seat. I was alone in a booth and averted his gaze nervously. His heavy boots clomped on the floor as he approached my table.

"The diner appears to be full. Would you mind if I shared your table?" he asked.

Before I realized what I was doing, I asked him to take a seat. "I'm Ray," he said extending his hand.

"I'm Sara," I squeaked while slipping my hand into his. His touch thrilled me. He was a tall, dark stranger who looked like an attorney but rode a Harley. I was straight-laced

and prim and proper. Did I have a reckless wanton side? Was I inviting trouble? We talked and he told me he was an accountant but a weekend warrior who took these weekend rides

to get out of the city and relax. He had a marvelous sense of humor and was obviously very intelligent.

Frannie took our order. I asked for the usual, a bowl of granola with peaches. He had the same and smiled continuously throughout our conversation.

"You're so naturally beautiful," he said narrowing his gaze. I blushed from his complimentary words.

Was he serious? Was he as attracted to me as I was to him? My life had been a series of missed opportunities, few and far between. I wasn't going to miss this one.

"How about a ride?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow.

"You don't look like the kind of woman that belongs on the back of a bike."

"Really? Well you don't look like the kind of man that can handle power between his legs," I said, shocked at my own words. He stood up and tossed his leather jacket to me.

"Put that on and let's ride!"

He helped me onto his bike. I was wearing a thin, flowing spaghetti strap dress and I saw him take a glimpse as I swung my leg over the seat. He sat in front of me and wrapped

my arms firmly around his chest. I pretended I didn't know exactly how to hold him and rubbed my hands across his body, feeling his muscles. There was something liberating about

this behavior. The speed and the danger invigorated me and turned me on.

Suddenly, I slid my hand down his chest and over his bulging cock. His hard-on grew as I unzipped his fly and then he moved his hand to grip my ass.

"Pull over," I instructed and he quickly obliged. He turned off the highway and parked on a patch of grass.

"How was your first ride?" he asked smugly, expecting me to be shaken.

"Exhilarating, but I think the next ride will be more memorable."

He tucked his hand behind my knees and slid me down the leather seat. My dress bunched around my waist and his touch caused my cotton panties to dampen. He removed them and

swept his tongue along my legs, kissing my calves and knees. My legs tensed as his warm breath and eager lips climbed higher. He gently separated my lower lips and slipped his

tongue around the fleshy folds. It had been a long time since I experienced the euphoric sensation he was providing. He circled my tender bud as my body trembled from the

pleasure.

He peeled off his t-shirt revealing the soft hairs that circled his bellybutton and led into his jeans. I took off my dress and bra as he removed his pants. He stood before me

in a pair of tight bikini briefs. The tip of his prick peeked over the waistband. I hooked his underwear with my hand and pulled him close. Gently, I brushed my finger over the

head then wrapped my hands around his bulbous buns. I freed his manhood and gasped at its size. I then sat up and gathered it between my hands and rubbed it over my breasts.

My nipples turned rock hard as the heat from his cock passed over them. I pushed my mounds together as pre-cum trickled onto my chest. I massaged it in my skin as I felt the

moisture between my legs grow thick. He climbed on the bike facing me and rested his head on the gas tank. He looked like a finely tuned machine. I climbed over him, held the

handle bars and slowly lowered myself into the proper riding position. I had never done anything like this before. I circled my hips, cradling him inside of me as he rubbed

against my sugar walls.

Every couple of seconds, a tingle raged through my body and I knew the thrill of having all that horse power between my legs. He gently caressed my breasts as I guided him

through my fantasy.

"I want to be closer," he said sitting up and sweeping his tongue across my mouth. I sat up as he kissed down the length of my spine, setting my flesh ablaze.

"Lean forward," he instructed while sliding his hands the length of my arm. I gripped the sissy bar and raised my ass a few inches. He barely brushed his finger tips along my

inner thighs as he guided his cock within. His subtle touch released all of my pent-up desire.

"Faster," I instructed moving my body with his. He obliged and placed a finger on my engorged clit to heighten the intensity. We melded together as 1 fell deeper and deeper into

euphoria and climaxed. He did the same and released a few guttural moans.

While we both enjoyed our spent elation, he traced the silhouette of my body, moving his finger down my side, hips, and around my buttocks.

We soon dressed and climbed back on the bike. I buried my head in the center of his shoulder blades and wrapped my hands underneath his arms and over his shoulders.

When we returned to the cafe, the parking lot was empty.
Fran peered through the blinds of the large front window. Her eyes were wide and she looked astonished to see me climbing off the back of a Harley. I gave Ray his jacket and

thanked him for the ride. He reached into his pocket and handed me his business card. I walked into the cafe and Frannie greeted me with a suspicious smirk as he drove away.

"I didn't know you had a wild side," she stated.

"Neither did I," I replied.

The following Sunday, I went back to Fran's for breakfast.

"Can I get you the usual, Sara?" Frannie asked with pen poised.

"No, I'll have bacon and eggs."

"That doesn't sound very healthy," she said looking at me with motherly disdain.

"Life's too short to follow every rule."

I sat back and closed my eyes as Frannie shuffled behind the counter. The memory of last weekend vividly danced through my mind. It was a once in a life¬time experience and I

was so happy I had taken it. Fran placed my breakfast in front of me and a deep familiar voice spoke behind me.

"That can't be good for you," Ray teased, looking every inch as handsome as I recalled.

"Some people would say the same thing about you."

"Do you always listen to what other people say?"

"Not anymore," I purred.

He smiled and held out a leather jacket. "I picked this up for you, it should fit you perfectly."

Elated by Ray's return, I stood, put the jacket on and whispered, "Let's ride."

~ Sara, Santa Fe

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He’d asked to meet me again on Wednesday, but as I had some errands to attend to after work I told him I would meet him at his tube station around 8.30. I was leaving the office early, but thought I wouldn’t be home until after 7 and I wanted time to shower and change.

It seemed to take me much longer to do my make-up than I would normally spend, (I told myself it was because I was at home and not hurrying over the basin in the office washroom), and then even longer to choose what to wear. I wasn’t happy with any of my choices really but was running out of time as I had to get a bus and then tube . . . but as I was leaving J arrived home and said he’d run me to D’s station (after I’d explained exactly why I didn’t want D to come over and pick me up in “broad daylight”.) I got J to drop me at the turning before the station just in case D was already parked in the station car-park. J was laughing at my sillyness and the “role reversal” of a wife having to hide the fact from her lover that her husband was dropping her off. I giggled as I kissed him goodbye . . . he was right of course, but I thought it would be a bit off-putting for D if he had seen how I was arriving. I needn’t have worried, it was another 10 minutes before D’s car pulled into the car park.

We chatted as we drove to his house. I’m always a little self-conscious, as we turn into his drive, in case we should see my friend in next door’s house (especially as the evenings are still so light at the moment). But there was no sign. He poured me some wine in the kitchen and immediately started kissing and caressing me. “Shall we go upstairs?” he asked excitedly. I teased that he always used to invite me out for dinner and now he just couldn’t wait to get me into his bedroom. He stopped and pulled away with a worried look for a moment . . . until I kissed and bit gently on his ear “perhaps we can have nibbles afterwards”.

Just two weeks ago he would have been slow and nervous to undress me, and especially himself. Now as we rolled back onto the bed, his hands were already sliding up under my blouse. As we undressed each other in between kisses and caresses we slid ourselves more into the centre of the bed. He’d told me last weekend how much he loved my legs and started stroking my thighs up and down again. I’ve never had anyone remark so much about my legs before. I’ve had compliments about my bottom and breasts etc., but never really about my legs. (J has just reminded me that he’s always liked me “in short skirts, you used to wear mini-skirts a lot”. I reminded him back that, that, was a long long time ago!!!).

It was nice for D to be paying me so much attention there, especially as his kisses started sliding over to my tummy and lips. He’d loved it last week when I’d showed him where I love being kissed . . . and, then . . . licked. He’d told me his wife had never wanted to do that “either way”, even before her illness. I told him how much I liked it though, and it felt naughty, and arousing, to be showing him again. I was really beginning to enjoy the feelings when he pulled himself up on me though. I’d tried holding him on his hips last week to try make him slow down. (J had told me I should just tell him . . . and normally I would . . . but with D it doesn’t seem so easy, or somehow quite appropriate just yet, to be so forward).

Afterwards we lay together with him stroking my arms and kissing my neck and shoulders again. Telling me how wonderful I was, how beautiful, how soft . . . it is nice, and flattering, to hear his soft voice telling me these things. I can’t help myself, I do like it, it does make me feel special . . . especially as I know that, in this instance, he really does mean the things he is saying. It’s not just words from someone who feels he “has to” say those things because of the circumstances, with D I know, I can tell, that his words are sincere. (Sometimes with V for instance, I wonder . . .)

His stroking was beginning to make me sleepy, as it had last weekend, so I lifted myself up and excused myself to the bathroom. As I returned he sat up as though to roll me back down on my back again but I pushed him down instead and knelt over him and leant forward to let him kiss me. I rubbed my breasts over his chest and as our kiss became more passionate I could feel him twisting and squirming beneath me. I felt his erection brush against my knee as I shifted my leg to get myself more comfortable. He was gasping “God, god”. I pulled away to ask what was wrong. He said he’d never been able to get hard again before. I pushed him back by his shoulders and slid down over his tummy. He was gasping louder as I sucked over him. His hips were shaking and thrusting though so I pulled my mouth away. I knew I could always slow J down by sitting over him and rubbing down on his chest, so I lifted myself up further to try the same position with D. He was holding me around the waist as I rubbed myself over his tummy, leaning forward to kiss at him and flick my tongue into and out of his mouth. I could feel his erection against me as I slid my hips back. I lifted up and reached back with one hand to guide him in. I love looking down, seeing my breasts hanging and bobbing, and lifting my pussy up and down, watching it lift up off, and then slide back down, onto his cock. His hands were on my hips now and he was gasping loudly and pushing up with slapping thrusts. I knew this certainly wasn’t slowing him down . . . I lifted off him and then slid further down, rubbing my tummy over his willy. He came again, this time making much louder groans. I wiped my boobs down and up over him. Sliding back onto his chest and resting down on top of him in an embrace. We rolled onto our sides and he was whispering apologies for being “so quick again”. As we rocked gently back and forth I had to “ssshh” him from saying more silly things. We eventually stopped our rocking and lay cuddled side-by-side. Despite myself, I fell asleep. I’d had virtually nothing to drink, and nothing at all to eat, but just the warmth of our cuddling and his gentle, relaxing stroking on my back, and we both dozed off.

It wasn’t a deep sleep, and not for long, but I awoke to his kissing and whispers . . . and his hand sliding down between my legs. I pulled it gently away. “But you haven’t . . .” I stopped him with a quick, closed kiss. “I need to be getting home” I told him. He pointed out that it was still early, but I knew I’d lost my mood now. Not because of anything he’d done, or hadn’t done, just that feeling of uncomfortableness about being here in “their” bedroom again. I’d felt it on the weekend as well. It’s just strange, and different . . . and something not easy to explain. I used to have the same feelings with S when I first started seeing him. Being in his house, being in his bedroom, in his bed. And knowing his wife, even seeing her quite often at the school, or at the local shops. With D it should be different. He no longer has a wife . . . and yet every so often, I get these little bursts of her still being here. He has photographs of her everywhere of course. In the bedroom, the front room, even in the bathroom. But it’s not actually for that reason that I feel sudden rushes of unease. It’s something else, and not often before, or during, but afterwards . . . and I was feeling it now.

We dressed and went downstairs. He kept apologising and I could tell he thought I was upset, or worried, for a completely different reason. I was trying to explain that sometimes I just suddenly lose my mood and no longer feel like touching or kissing, or . . . I couldn’t actually bring myself to tell him what was really on my mind. I knew J would be waiting on the sofa at home, and here I was sitting in D’s kitchen drinking tea, and eating biscuits and it was gone midnight. But we talked, and talked . . . and talked more on the drive home. He is such a sweet and reserved person and I feel so happy now that he seems to understand the warmth and emotion and fulfilment that J and I have, and understands that we can all occasionally enjoy such pleasure and excitement and love for each other . . . I just hope that she can understand as well.

Best wishes – Edith

I bet you’re wondering, so how does all that relate to the usual topics of this blog?  It sparked a discussion with hubby on how these young whippersnappers think.  How they aren’t as hindered by the way their parents think and feel.  They don’t use their parents past to pave an exact path for their future.  I have always thought a little differently than the rest of my family, even if I wasn’t as verbally expressive about it as I think I should have been.  Growing up in the Bible Belt, you’re expected to think and feel a certain way.  Growing up in the South means you are redneck and intolerant of interracial relationships and even homosexuality. 

The world is constantly changing, as is the way that people think.  It seems that the “younger generation” is much more open in their ways of thinking than their parents and the generations prior to them.  They aren’t as quick to condemn someone for being a little different.  Because of their openness and willingness to explore things different from them, some of the “older generations” are starting to adopt that line of thinking and not be too quick to judge.   Some of the lifestyle choices that were frowned upon not even 20 years ago are so widely accepted now, no one gives them a second thought.   I saw a bumper sticker the other day that said “A mind is like a parachute. It doesn’t work if it isn’t open”.  Bumper sticker wisdom aside, it’s still true and more and more people are open minded not because they were taught to be, it’s just they never thought about being anything else.

I know I talk a lot about open mindedness but I think it’s an issue that can use as much publicity as possible. The world is so full of intolerance towards things that really don’t matter that much. Look at prop 8, Homosexuals wanted the right to get married, to be able to show their love for one another in a bond, get insurance breaks, have the next of kin they picked, enjoy a ceremony that probably costs way too much, get joint checking accounts, and for that matter make sure they get half on the off-chance the other person runs away with the UPS guy/girl. They weren’t asking for the right to go to your kid’s high school and attempt to convert them. The point is, what doesn’t hurt you – well, doesn’t hurt you. Everything happens a lot slower than you realize while you’re living it, but when you look back it really didn’t take that long. We have a black President. You can say almost anything short of the word “fuck” on television, and for that matter there’s almost any form of undress short of actual nudity. In most places interracial couples go about their business and no one cares or gives them a second look. That’s not to say that the world doesn’t have its share of prudes; there are still those so offended by nudity they feel they should impose their views on everyone because their way of thinking is the only right way. This is how it will always be; it’s their right to have those views. That doesn’t mean the rest of us should give up on how we feel.

Marriages are different now as well.  You rarely heard of swingers when I was growing up, and when you did it was in a negative light.  Now, I know quite a few of them, even ones I didn’t suspect were kinky! These days younger couples are more experienced with their sexuality and men and women alike are more open to try to push the limit of their sexual comfort zones, whether it be swinging, threesomes, cuckolding, role playing, and even homoeroticism. What can we all learn from this generation? (A generation that I should add is still producing lawyers, doctors, nurses, accountants, politicians, solders, business men and women, teachers, etc.) Just because these people have a different view on sex doesn’t mean their morals are corrupt or that they don’t have the ability to lead a company, or help others in need.

Sexuality has been a touchy subject for thousands of years; horny women were thought to be hysterical in Victorian times. During these times women cuckolded their husbands with their doctors, who would provide them with “medically” induced orgasms to “treat” them. Why did they? The same reason women still do today, because their husbands were either always busy, they weren’t able to satisfy them, or they wanted a little variety without the guilt.  

So let’s all do something, I know I don’t usually ask for reader response and I am curious as to how much I will actually get. I know I have lots of readers that aren’t necessarily into the cuckolding world, but are into some type of kink or fascinated with their sexual limits.

How is your life better or just different since you made the decision to let go of your sexual inhibitions? If you would please let me know your age range (in groups of 18-25, 26-25, 35-50, or 50 plus), your gender, and a little about yourself and your sexual lifestyle.

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