Spread Your Thighs....

..... oblivious to my surroundings...

Have you ever watched yourself masturbate in front of the mirror? I once tried but I really wasn't into watching myself.  I felt as though I was performing for a viewer.  I believe masturbation in its purest form happens when you get lost in the action - completely oblivious to your surroundings and the world around you.  

Don't get me wrong - I don't think there is anything wrong with masturbating in front of a mirror  - especially for the exhibitionists among us.  All I am saying here is that it doesn't work for me.  The only time I spread my thighs in front of a mirror was to have a look at my lovely folds and admire the beauty of my womanhood.  

Unlike men, women don't have their genitals hanging outside for them to see whenever they are naked in front of the mirror.  To get a really good look we have to sit (or lie) back and spread our legs - w i d e. There is something thrilling about seeing your own naughty bits.  ;-) 

Here is what Emily* (someone in my inner circle of naughtiness) shares :"I have of course seen many erotic images in photos, in movies and in person.  I have also explored and given pleasure to one or two ladies in my time. Very enjoyable......

But there is nothing like looking at your own in the mirror and seeing your own fingers explore every crevice, every fold and the glossy shine of that most sacred of entrances.  When I see myself in the mirror, it does not make me want to masturbate, it makes me wish I was a man so I could feel what it is like to be able to push my hardness into that tight, warm and delicious passage of mine!" 

Narcissistic? Maybe. Raw honesty - definitely.

Emily goes on to explain..." Yes,  I have thought about what it must feel like to spread my own thighs and make love to myself. I love the taste of myself on the lips of another.... I revel in it!"

As for me, masturbation is mainly a cure for insomnia.  Works like a charm.  I use different methods depending on my mood.  It's good to have options. I sometimes read from one of my favorite erotic novels or short stories and use my skilled finger and sometimes a clitoral toy or two.  I very rarely penetrate myself with a toy as I prefer the real thing - however I don't mind if someone else uses a toy to penetrate me - but I digress. I do love my toys and will talk about them in another blog.  But yes, when I spread my thighs and choose to expertly take myself to that point of breathless, heart-pounding ecstasy - my pinnacle of personal eroticism that I gave to myself - there is nothing like it.

Emily continues... "I love to be able to give this pleasure to another woman - to be able to take her "there" many times, in new ways, with my hands, my mouth, my words and maybe using something from my toy bag.  To be able to bring about those powerful contractions and delicious nectar from between the thighs of another is truly a beautiful thing between two expressive and passionate people.  You see, I don't mind being your mirror and watching you spread your thighs.......   "

There is nothing more natural to help a woman relax than masturbation and every woman should  feel free to be able to give herself as much pleasure as she needs.  If you need to give yourself an excuse, tell yourself it's healthier than taking a pill, getting drunk or getting high - and of course it is safe sex!

* As always,  names have been changed.

In The Beginning....

I love to fantasize - especially at bedtime.  

I started when I was very young (oh come on... you did too)  and I would create these wonderfully sensual scenarios around the source of my current crush (movie star, boy next door,  cute older 2nd cousin twice removed, etc....).  There would be a story-line and a deliciously slow, smooth transition from before we kissed until after we kissed.  It was all about the kiss - then.... that first time you were close enough to sense the pheromones of your dream man... that intoxicating combination of his natural scent and his aftershave, lingering in the intimate air between you.... that wonderful moment when you are the most attractive being on earth and he is unable to live without taking you right there - but he restrains himself..... and so on and so forth!  

My point here is that, in my mind, as a young lady, I was able to release those very strong desires that encased me and float into a dreamy sleep whenever those hormones took a hold of my developing body.  This was my entry into the world of erotica, though I had no idea at the time.  

There is that place where our romantic notions develop into fantasies that invoke a spirit of sensuality and sybaritic release. It is a place where we, the sexual beings that we are created as, can in essence develop our own individuality in the realm of sensual pleasures in our mind.  A happy medium between reality and our dream world where truth and desire meet and give birth to a longing that is simultaneously quenched by the awareness that we are at once free!

Ok - I admit... that's a rather convoluted way of talking about Erotica but in doing so, I was stepping away from the theoretical notion of it and applying a practical example.  Let me explain....

I believe there is a need for an informative site  predominantly for the everyday woman who want to know more about her intimate desires but may be concerned with the idea that pornography is their only option. There IS a difference between erotica and pornography and hopefully by spending some time perusing this blog, it will become abundantly clear. 

It is 3:30 in the morning and (seriously) I just decided to create this site, a couple of hours ago. I did not have a plan on how I would structure it (don't worry, I will by tomorrow) but I knew that it had to be created.  Even though I am tired and I was suppose to close the laptop an hour ago and drag my snoring spouse off the couch and push him up the stairs, I decided to hover my hands over the keyboard and invoke the passion within to write a few lines.  So I thought ... "erotica.... erotica.... what does it mean to me right now?"  and then I began to type.

Reading back over what I have written just now, I see a combination of romance, fantasy, passion, desire and longing.  Interesting, methinks....  is this what erotica means to me?  We shall see.  Sweet dreams - I'm off to bed.