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She was leaning against the bar, half watching the game, idly playing on her phone. He’d been watching her all night–hell, all month if he’d be honest with himself. Every Sunday, Monday, and Thursday, she rolled in, ordered a 7 and 7, and pretended to watch whatever football game was on the big screen.
Most of the time she was alone, but obviously a regular. Men and women alike greeted her by name and she’d chit chat with the old timers on a regular basis.
But she was never receptive to men she didn’t know. Chase had watched time and time again as men would come up and offer her a drink, try to make small talk, but she’d never bite. And if a guy would linger too long, eventually she’d get a text or someone, typically the brunette behind the bar, would come and call her away. Every single time, like clockwork.
Chase swallowed his drink, trying to gain some liquid courage. Tonight, he was going to approach her. He’d caught her eyes on him a few times and maybe once even a smile, although he couldn’t be sure.
He watched and waited until her drink was almost empty, then walked up to the bar, pushing his empty bottle toward the edge.
“Hi,” he said, throwing her a smile.
She smiled back. “Hi.”
“It’s Chelsie, right?”
She nodded and he held out his hand.
The brunette barmaid walked over, “Another Yuengling?”
“Yeah. And get Chelsie another drink, too,” Chase paused. “A chip if she doesn’t want a drink now.”
The bartender glanced at Chelsie, her eyebrows raised in question.
Chelsie nodded to her friend behind the bar, “It’s okay. I’ll take another.” She finished off her glass and pushed it toward her.
She turned, facing Chase and looked at him.
He swallowed his nerves. “Listen, I’m not a douche. Or a creep.” He took a breath and looked her in the eyes. “So I’m going to be straight up with you.”
She chuckled. “I appreciate that.”
The bartender returned with their drinks and Chase threw a $20 on the bar.
“You good?” the bartender asked Chelsie before getting his change.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she said, looking at Chase and rolling her eyes.
She took a drink, then said, “You were being up front…”
It was his turn to laugh. “I see you in here, day after day, and you shoot down every guy who talks to you.”
“That’s because I’m not interested.”
“I’ve heard,” he said, tipping his beer back. “And that’s why I’m not trying to get your number.”
Chelsie smiled, “Is that so?”
“Sure is. See, the thing is, I think you’re beautiful, but I’m not interested in dating right now either.”
She leaned causally against the bar, playing with the straw in her drink. “And why’s that?”
“Well, there’s lots of reasons for that, but none that really matter. Let’s just say I’m enjoying some ‘me’ time. Without any drama.”
She nodded, “I get that.”
“But,” he said, lowering his voice and leaning in toward her, “that doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re beautiful.”
Her eyes met his and held, searching them to try to find out what his game was.
“And the thing is,” he paused, “I think I could make you feel very, very good.”
“And how is that?” She wasn’t smiling any more, but was leaning in towards him, waiting for his response.
Chase stammered. He’d not expected to still be standing her, let alone her to ask something like that.
“Well?” She started to pull back from him.
“Wait,” he reached out and laid his hand on hers. “Hear me out.”
She looked at him.
“You don’t know me. I don’t know you. Neither of us is interested in forming any type of relationship. We’ve got no history. No future. Just tonight.” He rolled her hand over in his, caressing it. Leaning forward, he whispered, “And I promise you, I can make you cum. Again and again.”
He heard her breath catch, but stayed there, leaning in against her. When she didn’t respond right away, he started to pull back. But she reached out and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back towards her. “But I don’t even know you,” she said, brushing her breasts against his chest.
Moving a hand to her waist, he leaned in a little more. Turning his head so his lips moved against her ear, he said, “You don’t need to,” his hand tightening on her side.
She pulled back and looked at him, studying him, eyes moving across his face. She’d never had someone just come up and be so arrogant, yet charming, up front, but somehow sweet. She moved back towards him, again pressing her breasts against him. Her lips moved close to his ear, “You’ve got 10 minutes.”
She stepped back and picked up her phone, typing something in. “Starting now.” Picking up her glass, she took a long swig. She looked at him and smiled, “Let’s see if you can convince me.”
Without a second though, Chase grabbed her and pulled her to the back of the bar, navigating through the crowd. Once out the back door, he spun around, moving against her until she was up against the wall.
He towered over her, watching her eyes, her lips, watching her breath quicken. He bent to the right, leaning in, and watched as her lips reached for his. He stopped, tilting to the left instead and bent down to kiss her.
Her lips opened under his and tongue met tongue. His lips moved over hers, tasting her, exploring her and his cock started to stir. His hands reached for her waist and pulled her to him.
His cock pressed against her and she moaned into his mouth.
Chase dropped one hand to Chelsie’s ass and gripped her flesh through her loose skirt. His hand lowered and pulled her thigh up towards his hip. Shifting his weight, he moved his leg forward, his thigh resting between her legs.
He moved, his mouth leaving hers to trail along her neck before he took her earlobe between his teeth, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His lips met hers again as he pulled her toward him and down, on to his thigh.
She moved on him, slow at first, hesitant, but as Chase’s hands started to roam, she gave into her body, letting it move at its own accord.
His mouth was all over her. On her lips, her cheeks, her collarbone. His lips, his tongue, and his teeth caressed her as his hand moved up her thigh, under her skirt, his fingertips playing across her flesh.
When his fingers ran over the fabric of her panties, she moaned aloud into his mouth. Her sounds encouraged him, and he thrust against her.
Reaching down, Chase picked up her other leg, took a step toward the wall, where he pinned her there with the weight of his body. Chelsie wrapped both legs around his waist and curled her fingers into his hair.
He shifted, re-positioned her so his cock was pressing against her, feeling her heat through her panties. He gave a little thrust, his cock hard against her clit. His fingers moved again to her panties, playing with her until the fabric was damp. He lifter her higher, and his mouth moved down her neck, until his lips covered her nipple.
He could feel it harden underneath her shirt and his teeth scrapped across it. Chelsie gasped and pulled his head closer to her body.
Chase’s fingers moved to the edge of her panties, slipping his fingers under the fabric. He groaned around her nipple when he found her lips wet and bare, his fingers gliding across the smooth, soft skin.
He couldn’t resist the feel of her pussy, and after running his fingers over her swollen clit, he pushed two fingers in to her.
Chelsie’s head feel back and she arched against him, trying to push harder, get his fingers deeper. Chase pushed a third finger into her wetness and bit down hard on her nipple.
Her fingers wrapped in to his hair, tugging and pulling and pushing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she panted. “Yes… That feels so fucking good.” Her hips bucked against him and he pushed his cock harder against her.
Pulling his mouth away from her nipple, his teeth scrapped her neck until he reached her ear.
“Can you cum for me, pretty girl?” he whispered, pushing his fingers deeper, curling them inside her.
“Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes, yes.” Chelsie pulled his head towards her, crushing her lips against his.
Chase could feel her pussy begin to clench, tightening on his fingers and it was almost as if he could feel it on his cock, feel her throbbing around him, squeezing him tight.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he said, placing kisses wherever he could reach flesh.
As Chelsie’s orgasm waned, she leaned her head back on the building and smiled.
Chase leaned in and kissed her and as he sat her down on her feet, her phone rang.
“Shit!” Chelsie burst into laughter. She scrambled around before answering with a quick, “Yeah. Thanks, I’m cool. Talk to you tomorrow,” and hung up without listening to a word the other person said.
“Well then,” she turned to look at Chase, smoothing her skirt and shirt.
“Well then,” he repeated, smiling at her.
“I’d say you convinced me,” she walked toward him and laid a hand on his chest, her thumb stroking his nipple through his t-shirt. “So, your place or mine?”
Let’s face it, masturbation is fun. And it’s a great activity to spend time doing when you’re bored.
So in lieu of erotica for this week’s Masturbation Monday, I’ve decided to give you a list of reasons to get your hands a little dirty and get yourself off.
Here’s Caitlyn’s 21 reasons to masturbate!
Masturbation Feels Good
Masturbation creates pleasure, and, therefore by its very nature, feels good. Whether it’s a massage, eating chocolate, or playing with your pecker or pussy, feeling good is a natural desire sought by mankind. Indulge yourself today!
It Makes You Feel Good
Masturbation increases oxytocin and dopamine output in the brain, both of which increase happiness and improve your mood. Both of these chemicals are responsible for the euphoric feeling you get post-orgasm, and make you feel oh-so-good. Oxytocin is also released by stimulating the pussy, so even if you don’t get off, you still reap the benefits.
Because you’re focused on one thing when you masturbate, primarily getting off, it gives you a sense of mindfulness that helps to calm the mind and relieve stress. The release of orgasm, both on your body and mind, also helps let go of the things that are weighing you down.
Masturbation Helps You Sleep Better
With a combination of physical exertion and neurotransmitter release, including oxytocin and vasopressin, masturbation can be as effective as a sleeping pill. If you find yourself suffering from insomnia, try getting off instead of counting sheep, you may be surprised by the ease that you drift off.
It Can Help You Lose Weight
With the increase in oxytocin, your craving for comfort foods are lessened. The surge in oxytocin creates an increase of CCK, which directly effects your appetite. So if those last few pounds are clinging to your hips, consider adding a daily dose of masturbation into your wellness routine.
A visit from Aunt Flo is no reason to forgo some self-love. As a matter of fact, masturbation can help with the aches and pains in multiple ways. The physical act of orgasming makes the uterus contract, which relieves cramps. And because cumming increases feel good chemicals, it reduces pain levels as well.
Masturbation Increases Circulation
When you masturbate, you sexual responses are engaged. When this happens, your heart beats harder and your blood pressure increases, increasing the blood flow throughout your body. This increase in circulation is good for all sorts of things, including circulatory issues.
It gives You a Glow
The hormone DHEA (dehydroepiandrosterone) is naturally produced in the brain and works hand in hand with our sexual functioning. When you orgasm, you experience a surge in DHEA, which often adds a glow to your skin and gives you a youthful appearance.
When you masturbate, a small amount of cortisol, aka the stress hormone, is released. The cortisol can give you a short-term boost in your immune system and help you fight off sickness.
Masturbation Helps With Digestion
Because masturbation calms the mind, it in turn calms the stomach. Symptoms such as cramping, indigestion, and bloating can be reduced due to the relaxation and calm that occurs post-orgasm because of the increase in oxytocin in the body.
It Lowers the Risk of Prostate Cancer
Research shows masturbation can lower the risk of prostate cancer. Believed to occur because it keeps things moving and fresh, cumming on a regular basis keeps your prostate working and your pipes clean.
It Can Lower the Risk of UTI and Cervical Infections
When ladies cum, the cervix tents. With the tenting and the uterine contractions, fluids are flushed through the lower body, removing bacteria and germs. That means if you want to keep your va-jay-jay as clean as possible, you better be touching it on a regular basis.
It Keeps Your Vagina Fit
Like many things in life, if you don’t use it, you lose it. And your vagina is no different. Without regular working out, your pelvic floor muscles begin to weaken. But masturbation can help. When you orgasm, your pelvic floor muscles contract, strengthening your vagina and grip.
It Helps You Learn Your Body
It’s your body, you should know it better than anybody else. And the only way to get to know it is to touch it and learn its responses. Learn what feels good and the different kinds of sensations that occur. That way you know how to make things happen, and you know how to show others how to do it too.
It Helps Your Partner, Too
When you know how to get yourself off, you can show someone else how to do it too. But if you don’t know, how in the hell are you going to coach someone through it? Well, when you masturbate, you know exactly what feels good. And if you have trouble explaining it to him–or her–than simply show him how it’s done.
Masturbation can improve your sex life in different ways. It not only gets you thinking about sex more, but it gives you a safe place to fantasize and try new things. If you’re only ever getting off with your partner, try it a few times on your own. You may find there are new things you do by yourself that you can incorporate into your partnered sex.
It Can Spice Things UP
Mutual masturbation is an easy and simple way to spruce up your sex life. Both men and women enjoy watching the act of masturbation, and who doesn’t like to see their partner feel good?
Masturbation Increases Your Libido
It’s well known that the more sex you have, the more sex you want. *Thank you limbic system!* So if you find that your libido has dropped, whether it’s from age, medication, or who knows what, make yourself masturbate. Even if you don’t feel like it, do it anyway. Soon, you’ll be back in the saddle.
Learning how your body orgasms in one of the first steps in orgasm control. Once you learn the specifics about what makes you cum, you can learn to hold off your orgasms to make them stronger, or how to induce one if you’re teetering on the edge.
It Can Lead to Multiple Orgasms
I don’t know the facts on this, but I’d be willing to wager that most women who experience multiple orgasms masturbate. We learn how to make them occur, and know what needs to happen to go from orgasm one to orgasm 15. If you’ve never been multi-orgasmic, spend a few hours alone in your room with your vibrator. Your sex life will never be the same.
Why the Fuck Not
Who the fuck needs a reason to masturbate? No one! Just do it.
And this morning, as I was deciding if I should join in, I was struggling with my thoughts.
Within the last year, I’ve lost 30 pounds. And from April to August, I dropped my body fat percentage by nearly 15 percent, putting me in the “athletic” category.
Five years ago, when I delivered my last child, I weighed 100 pounds more than I do today.
And I feel great. I’m healthy. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been. And for the first time in my life, I can do 50 “man” push-ups and run 5K.
But the weight loss, or more preciously the weight gain that caused me to need the weight loss, has wrecked havoc on my tits.
I was one of the first girls to have to start wearing a bra when I was in fifth grade. When I graduated high school, I was a size 5 and had D cups.
After having my babies, my boobs were huge. When I was breast feeding, they were nearly the size of basketballs.
As a girl who was known because of her big boobs, all I ever wanted my entire life was to have small tits.
Well, now I do. Little C cups. That are in the skin that used to hold DDD.
So to all those young women out there that don’t yet appreciate what nature gave you, take care of your bodies. You’ll be thankful once you’re a little older and realize you can never get back what you once had.
This review has been a long time coming, and since there are very–and I mean very–few of them available, I’m going to try and make it thorough. Which means this won’t be like some of my other toy reviews, where there’s a sexy story involved.
No, this review is going to tell you why the Vibra King is worth every penny you spend on it.
So first things first.
This is a Vibra King.
The Vibra King is a vintage personal massager that hit the porn scene a few years ago. If you tend to like watching girls masturbate, then there’s a chance you may have come across this beast before.
Vibra Kings are hard to find, really only available on e-Bay and at estate sales. But they’re a hot commodity, so be prepared to get into a bidding war over this baby. I got mine in March on e-Bay. I got a deal on it for about $100 (they normally go for around $150), because the seller didn’t know the market.
Mine was originally purchased in 1957 for $29.95.
If you’re lucky enough to get one in the original box, you’ll see it comes with four different head attachments, similar in style to every personal massager made from 1950 to 2000.
An original will not come with the white tip you see on porn. Repeat. It does NOT come with the plain white attachment the girls on porn use.
And honestly, I don’t recommend any of the attachments it comes with for masturbation purposes. You’ll want something similar to what the porns have, but I have yet to find it. We’ve tried a variety of things, from golf balls to rubber chair guards, and what’s worked best for us is the end of a silicone dildo.
Speaking of attachments, you can see that each one screws on, not snaps. That made the silicone really easy to deal with, as M just drilled a hole in it, and I can tighten it to where I want it.
The Vibra King is small, about the size of a compact blow dryer, and it has a similar shape. It’s heavier than more modern vibrators, but when compared to the Hitachi, it’s about the same. Maybe a few ounces heavier.
The design of the handle makes it easy to manipulate over your pussy, and you can easily change angles without having to bend your arm backwards.
The Vibra King doesn’t have any speed control, just an on and off switch, which you can see on the right side below. Basically, it’s either off, or rocking your socks off.
It plugs in, and the cord is rather long–thankfully–probably close to eight feet. It’s long enough that you don’t get stuck up next to the bed or have it accidentally unplug while you’re playing.
And because it plugs in, it keeps consistent and constant speed.
The vibrations are strong, but not thuddy, and do not radiate through the whole device, like with the Hitachi. This means that your hand’s not going to go numb if you’re playing for an extended time.
What makes this thing great, is that the vibrations are concentrated, unlike any other vibrator I’ve used (and I’ve used a lot). I can’t really compare it to anything, but imagine taking the power of an Hitachi, and compressing it into a half inch surface. Yeah. That’s sort of what it’s like. Pinpointed on wherever you place the little devil.
Now, from my experience with Vibra King porn, mine is pretty damn quiet. Extremely quiet as long as the silicone head is on it. Quiet enough to use even if there’s other people in the house. Now I will say that when you press down on it, it does get a little bit louder, but not even close to the majority of the vibrators I own, and definitely quieter than the Wand.
As far as use goes, with the Vibra King you can isolate the vibrations to get them right where you want them, whether it’s over the whole clit, on one side, on the top, or even under the hood.
I typically keep my panties on when I use it, simply because the vibrations are so strong on my clit. If M and I are playing, I go without, but when I’m just trying to get off, it works better with a layer of cloth between my clit and the vibrator.
This has quickly become one of my favorite toys. Now, I don’t use it exclusively, but I’d say the King makes its way to my pussy just as often as the Hitachi, if not a little more.
The day I took this picture, it made me cum so hard I had change my panties. I typically use it just as shown, right over my clit, and within only a few minutes, I’m gushing.
Now, I’ve always been a squirter, so I can’t promise that this thing will make you ejaculate if you never have, but I can tell you it’s the best shot you’ve got as far as vibrators go. While I can soak a sheet with the Hitachi, it’s never on the first orgasm and I typically need M watching to get me there. The King’s not like that. It can get me there within minutes, and keep me there for as long as I can stand it.
I’ve only got one complaint. If you’re playing for an extended period of time, say more than 30 minutes or so, the machine gets hot. Too hot. When this happens, you need to shut it down and let the motor cool.
So that’s it. All I can think of to report. Please feel free to post specific questions in the comments or email me for more information.
Oh. One last thing. It’s one of the best $100 I’ve ever spent and I’ve never regretted the purchase.
Well, let me say this whole Facebook thing is a god-damned joke. Or maybe it’s just that men are nuts. Or have ridiculously huge balls.
Within the month or so that I’ve been using fb, I have received an absurd amount of private messages. Weird, creepy, and sometimes indecent private messages.
Do you wear diapers?
Do I need to lick your butt?
I think it like you baby. You so sexy.
And a full blown, at least 700 word, erotica story, with a “That should get you ‘WET'” at the end.
Now, as far as what people prefer, I could give a shit, as long as it’s safe, sane, and consensual, and I’m not going to judge you if you like your women in dirty diapers just like I like mine in leather and chains. **That’s a lie. I’m so judging you.**
But what kind of right do your kinks give you that makes you think it’s okay to reach out to a stranger, and say whatever the fuck comes to mind?
And does that ever work for you? Because really. Come the fuck on.
Part of me gets it. I talk about sex. I admit to the fact that I like to get off. My profile pic is me in a pair of panties with wool above the knee socks.
And if you’d take a moment and look around, maybe check out something I’ve shared or read a fucking meme I’ve posted, you’d know that. But no. You just see a chick who likes sex and decide to toss your hook on the improbable chance I’d bite.
What is it about Facebook? I use Twitter. Instagram. I’ve been on numerous dating sites like AFF and OKC and I’ve never had to deal with such a plethora of fucking idiots.
Yes, I like sex. I talk about the things that turn me on. I write about things I find arousing.
And that, my friends, seems to be misinterpreted as I’m easy. Free. Available to anyone who wants a piece.
And why is that? Why does sex positive translate to people as slut? Why does the admittance of enjoying a good fuck mean that you’ll fuck anything? Because, as it is, even if I was into casual sex, I wouldn’t touch you with a 10 foot fucking pole. Because obviously you’re a douche.
And I’m not alone on this, of that I’m sure. I’m sure these trolls hit on everything and anything.
And it’s weird, because I run a fucking sex blog and have rarely had to deal with this kind of shit.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m just sending the wrong message.
But the way I figure is that unless my status says, “message me because I want to fuck someone who doesn’t know how to have a conversation or respect anything,” it’s never appropriate to start off with that.
*shaking my head*
Stupid, fucking, asshole people.
So, if you’ve messaged on Facebook, whether creepy or not, and I didn’t respond, this is why. I don’t even look at my messages anymore. It just pisses me off.
I have three kids. And my youngest just started Pre-K yesterday. It was a rough start for both of us. But M made it better, took me to breakfast, then golfing. By the time we were done, it was time to get my boy from school.
Today, after dropping him off at school, I found myself alone at home. A previously rare occurrence, I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I did the dishes. Some laundry. Finished up a job.
And then it hit me. I was alone. By myself.
And that meant there was no one around to interrupt me from anything I sat out to do.
I grabbed my phone and headed to the bedroom, pulling up my favorite porn site on my way.
I grabbed the Hitachi and gathered pillows behind my head. In typical fashion, I pulled my pants down to my knees, and started to move the wand against my panties.
And about 30 seconds in to my normal two and half minute masturbation session, I again had the realization that I was alone, that there were no children who were going to knock on the locked door, no husband home to wonder where I went.
I shut off the wand. I took of my pants. And my shirt.
Every once in awhile, I get an email from a reader looking for advice, and often times it’s about how to ask for D/s or add some BDSM to the bedroom. While I’m not necessarily an expert, I’ll offer my advice when I can.
And today I was thinking random thoughts, and I realized that if someone reached out to ask me a question, there’s probably 100 other readers who have the same question, problem, or issue, but never asked, and that I could share my responses with my readers.
This is from an email from close to two years ago, from a married woman who finally confessed to her husband that she wanted to add some D/s to their relationship. He was receptive. They played a bit. Then the D/s faded away until it was gone. She couldn’t help but wonder what she did wrong.
With M’s and my relationship, I think the D/s dynamic is way more significant to me than it is to him. I’ve struggled with this and at times I still do. And if it were completely up to me, it would manifest more and in many ways.
And yet I don’t ask for more. I should, but I don’t. Because I don’t what him doing anything he doesn’t want to do. And part of me is afraid if I open up and tell him something, and he doesn’t want it, then I fear I will be devastated.
But that’s not to say that I am unhappy with where we are. I’m not.
Because, when it comes down to it, I am submissive, and M is Dominate and that’s what matters.
Here’s a few things to remember…
You, I am assuming, have thought about D/s for some time before you mentioned it to your husband. If you are anything like me, you not only thought about it, but you played it out in your head, fantasized about it, and maybe even rubbed down a few to it. But your husband, he probably never thought about it until you brought it up. For us, this meant that M’s head and thoughts on the matter were way different than where mine were. And it took him awhile to become comfortable with certain things, things that I didn’t think twice about.
On that same note, give him some time. But don’t let it drift too far from his mind. Because it might… You said that you think he gave up on it; have you asked him? That’s where you should start. Because I doubt that’s the case. I would more likely think he just doesn’t know where to go with it, what to do. If it just drifted off, and you didn’t say anything, he probably hasn’t thought much about it. Ask. See where’s he’s at.
Being dominate isn’t easy. It’s a lofty task, and one that doesn’t come with an instruction manual. And the very idea of it conflicts with much of what men are taught to believe. So it’s not like there is a switch, where all the old things fall away and suddenly he’s cracking a whip, calling you a dirty whore, and spanking you when you mouth off too much.
When I started thinking about D/s seriously, I started trying to do submissive things. Things M probably never even noticed. But I’d do them, and I’d do them with pride. Simple things, like making his plate at dinner, serving him before I’d serve myself. My thoughts were that if I became submissive, he would become dominate. *shrugs* I can’t really say that it worked or not, but it made me feel submissive.
When M found out about my desire for submission, it was not under the best circumstances, and we had more than a few hurtles to overcome on our journey. But it also smacked him in the face. He had never read the blog before and had pages upon pages of my inner-most thoughts on the matter. In many ways, it made things easier, and in others, it made it much much harder.
And remember, it’s a journey. And it is often two steps forward and one back.
My advice… Don’t give up. Talk to him first and see where he’s at.
*hugs and kisses* ~caitlyn
So my fellow pervs, subs, and Doms, do you have any additional wisdom you could offer a woman in this predicament?
And you, dear readers, if you ever have any questions on D/s, BDSM, love, sex, marriage, or blogging, feel free to email me at email@example.com or comment below. I’ve removed the need to put in a name and email address, so you can now comment anonymously.