TOS'd....

Here's a photo I was TOS'd for on AOL.... see if you can figure out why. (Assume it doesn't have a lil' ol' xxxtamara.com copyright on it! No text at all, in fact.) I just came across this pic recently and was like... awwwwwwwwwwwww, my old TOS photo! LOL! :)

Men want blowjobs...

Look ladies. Men want blowjobs. Married men want blowjobs from their wives. Period. Why deny them of this? Most of us, me included, are too damn scared of rejection to ask. (SuburbanSexBlog)

Ok, I have to admit I find this a little bit... odd, sad, depressing. I know this is reality, but too scared of rejection to ask your wife for a blowjob? No wonder so many men are running around on their wives. No wonder so many marriages disintegrate into bitterness and rifts of anger. The problem here isn't the lack of blowjob per se in my mind, the problem here is this. If YOU are unhappy with your sex life, your WIFE is unhappy with your sex life. This is true I'd guess 99.9% of the time. Lots of men out there seem to like to kid themselves that their wife doesn't really "want" to talk about sex, or improve their sex life, or have orgasms all the time... well, that's much easier than actually taking the bull by the horns and sitting down and talking about it I guess.

I don't claim to know all the answers by any stretch of the imagination. But it seems like the one person in the world you should feel safe talking about sex with, is your spouse... the person you chose, out of everyone in the universe, the person you want to spend the rest of your life loving! I mean, if not her... who else????

One thing I have noticed, at 3+ years into my own relationship, is that sometimes couples fall into a pattern. You know, that pattern. The one where you go through the same little routine every night because you're both tired, it's late, and you're horny. This pattern, whatever your individual one may be, seems to be absolutely fine for most men. Women, on the other hand, get bored. It's not that your cock feels any different... and that is exactly the point, it's not that your cock is any different! For me, I need to have my head engaged some, I need the eroticism of it to overwhelm me, I need his passion to completely subdue me to his will sometimes. Yummmmmmmmmmmm!!!! Just same ol' same ol' sex doesn't do it for me... at least not EVERY single night. So if you're out there having a mediocre sex life and wondering how to make it better... shake things up a bit. You have to figure out the appropriate way to do that for *your* relationship, everyone is different. Maybe it means whispering dirty sweet nothings to her while you're out at dinner about what you want to do to her. Maybe it means buying some toys and making sure that her clit is well stimulated... screaming cumming crazy stimulated is good. Maybe it means doing what my honey did one night, after I thought he was asleep as I lie there reading my book... rising up like an incubus with a rock hard cock, grabbing me by the hair and shoving my face down to suck, then rolling me over and fucking the shit outta me. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm HMMMMMMMMMMMM that is my baby! :)

Anyways that blog is interesting... different to hear things from a male perspective. Check it out and enjoy!

How to comment....

I noticed a big OOPS tonight guys... that oops was that you had to be a registered member of blogger to post comments... which meant you actually had to create your own blog to comment... which makes no sense at all!!! So now I'm allowing comments from anonymous users. Have fun! ;) Click the "comments" link on each post to add your comment!

PFOX....

Leave it to a gay-bashing group to name themselves in such a way as to make everyone think of FAUX news. PFOX is Parents and Friends of Ex-Gays... and they've just won a lawsuit in Montgomery County, MD (my county). They filed this suit saying that the county sex ed curriculum, which was trying to promote tolerance for homosexuality and alternative lifestyle choices (tolerance, heaven forbid! throw rocks instead, that's the republican way!) , did not explain their view... which is that homosexuality is a lifestyle choice and causes, among other things, AID's and... *ahem*... gay bowel disease. Yes, that's what I said.... er, rather, what THEY said.

Y'know insofar as I'm concerned, if you want to hate any group of people arbitrarily... well, I might find it disgusting, but it is certainly your right to do so. You want to teach your children to follow in your hateful footsteps, I might find it even more disgusting, but... your prerogative.

But rip off my county schools for $36,000 while you spew and spitter and spatter about how you want to protect children???? Now that's really really above and beyond.

(BTW, does this mean I have... "bisexual pussy disease?" She (my pussy) looks fine to me... )

Red Rooster experiences...

This past January, while I was having my crazy week in Vegas... (gosh I love Vegas)... we spent a few nights at the Red Rooster there. It is really a unique swing club IMO... I wish it were less smoky, but they have a nifty hot tub. Some bizarre rules, but I guess anytime you have a club people start making rules just for the heck of it. Like, upstairs are couples only... but two girls cannot be a couple. (Huh?) And you can't go up with anyone but the person you came in with. (double huh? Are you keeping track?)

Well I did go up with someone I hadn't come up with. This very cute, kinda granola-y guy who is also a mac person (read, cute geek, which I love), who I started chatting with. He was just *sweet*, you know? He wasn't so hot, I mean he was average looking. But I decided, yep, I want him. So up we went, and apparently they did not notice we were being so naughty, but they did notice that everyone else was... so silly! I understand the couples rule, but the rest is just splitting hairs.

Anyways we went upstairs, into one of the rooms... you know, mattresses all over the floor, a dimly lit room, etc.. got onto one of the beds and started cuddling. He was kissing me, and we had really just started... but we were both naked already, having come straight from the hot tub, when all of a sudden he goes... "I am so sorry!" And I felt cum spurting into my hand where I just had barely barely started to touch him.

You know men have some odd hangups about sex... and a lot of them come from total bitches out there in the world who give them to them. This poor guy looked like a puppy who'd been kicked too many times and I just wanted to hug him and hug him at that moment! What on earth do you guys think is more complimentary to a woman than being completely unable to contain how hot she makes you??? Think about THAT for a minute.

I cuddled him more, told him NOT to worry about it, told him that it turned me on that I was turning HIM on so much... cleaned him off and went back to doing what we were doing. Within 5 minutes he was hard again and came again... that quick. And again, and again... this guy came 4 times in about a half hour, and never did fuck me... but by the end of it I was so turned on I thought I was going to go crazy!!!! Unfortunately we had to go... ACK!!!! But I will never forget making him cum so many times, so quickly, and how incredible it was.

I had to think about the woman who made him feel that way... did she think that being so mean would make it better? Make him less self-conscious about it? Or more??? To me the answer is obvious... had he been my man I would've done my very very best to make him feel like king of the world, and just... frickin'... PRACTICE. Practice does make perfect, after all, and what is more fun to practice I ask you????

I left hoping and hoping that I'd helped him be a little more confident... which hopefully would help him down the road. Such a cute, sweet guy, with so much to offer.

I have lots more Vegas stories... even from that night! LOL But that's enough for now.

Happy 4th, everyone.... :)

Well, I have lots of fireworks to talk about and none of them involve an actual incendiary device. ;) Thursday, my Charlie and I spent hours doing a photoshoot. I've had trouble with them lately, been feeling soooo insecure, and that always comes through in photos. This time, however, I got my groove on quite nicely... and it definitely worked as before I knew it my honey was hard as a rock and shoving me down on the bed hard, ramming his cock down my throat. *sigh* He's soooooooo romantic! At least, that's my idea of romance. :) He fucked me hard, then came all over me, giving me the prettiest gosh darned pearl necklace... don't worry, we got tons of photos, and even a video, if I can figure out how to make the video work online! xxxtamara.com is still very much under construction but I would like to get as many galleries up and functioning as quickly as possible so I can just... let people SEE. These pics are too frickin' hot not to share.

Friday we met with a couple for some sushi and private fun... they are just truly nice people and after watching Charlie fucking his beautiful redheaded wife, I gave the guy a very very erotic handjob and got even more cum all over me.

Saturday, it was off to a swing party... this was a busy busy weekend! Started off slow, but before I knew it I'd had two glasses of wine (I have *no* tolerance!) and was running around naked encouraging everyone else to do likewise. Next thing I knew I was crawling around on this beautiful brand new pool table having all kinds of dirty "The Accused" fantasies rolling around in my head while the very, very kind and patient host hollered, "Get a towel," in fear for his brand new pool table. Not to worry, I left the pool table unscathed, but not him... :) Nor he me, actually, my pussy was *sore* the next day. Of course it wasn't just him... there were two other men that night I think, plus I have images of the huge beautiful breasts floating in my mind... yummmmmmy!

I also got to cuddle up to some ponies and watch some chickens and see their eggs lying there right next to them. Which was, for me, a beautiful moment... I love animals! Of course I was sneezing the rest of the night... damned crappy allergies.

A weekend like that is worth remembering forever I think... and is just about powerful enough to take my mind off the uncertainty of losing Sandra Day O'Connor... truly a beautiful woman in every sense of the word, but Sandra, couldn't you hold out three more years??? Gosh I really might have to move... the implications if a right wing freakazoidal Christian conservative gets in there are too scary to really ponder in depth right now. Sooooooooo back to sex... and thinking of sex... which Charlie must not have gotten enough of, because he woke me up to snuggles and sex this morning, and another beautiful pearl necklace... :)

More on shaving...

I was recently reading and participating in an online discussion of the merits of shaving, when someone posted a blurb from the Vagina Monologues about how loving pussy requires loving hair. *Peeking at my pretty bald pussy and sending her some love!* Well, I shave, have for years, and I adore my pussy and many other pussies besides. So what's up with it?

I first started shaving years ago... I was talking to my then-future Master about serving him, and I was feeling walls inside me crumble and fall daily. Walls about what society told me I *should* be sexually were getting stomped on all over the place. So, one day, I just... decided to go ahead and do it.

I lay there afterwards touching my newly bald pussy. It did not in any way feel girlish to me... to me, it felt more like I was transforming myself into a sexually aware, sexually empowered, sexually mature woman. It was like opening my pussy up and discovering her. I could *see* her. I could *feel* her. She was so much more sensitive she practically started screaming at me... things like "spread 'em honey, I'm HORNY!" *sigh* it's just gone on from there.

My pussy is beautiful. I have tiny inner labia. I have a clit that when aroused stands straight up just like a tiny little cock. I like to put fingers in there and do kegels. Matter of fact, I just like to do kegels all the darned time. (one... two... three... mmmmm). I love it when I get so turned on that my pussy is dripping wet and I slip my hand down there and slide it all around feeling my very own silky smoothness. I love licking that sweet dripping goo off my fingers... gossssssssssssh it's the sweetest ever! I love the way my labia feel all shaven and clean and open to the world, open to the experiences coming my way, frank and unashamed.

I am not saying there is anything wrong with a woman loving her own hairy pussy. Just that there is never only *one* way to do anything. We are individuals and we all can love ourselves in our very own way.

I've never gone back... I have tried a few times to grow out some semblance of a "landing strip," but it's just never worked. It doesn't look right. "Right" for this pretty cunt is bare, bald, open, and exposed. Never girlish though... unless I'm wearing my cute lil' schoolgirl outfit.. hmmmm. :)

Hugs*
Tamara