Standing in line at the post office yesterday, trying to avoid getting into an argument with the crotchety old guy behind me who kept breathing into my ear; my gaze wandered over the usual clutter of birthday cards, novelty gifts and stationery sets. It stopped abruptly when it noticed a shiny red carton containing a PVC mask and leather whip, wrapped up tightly in cellophane and winking at me from the shelf.

Halloween is long gone, and the mask was adult sized. So unless I’m very much mistaken, the good folk at the Post Office are now selling a little bondage gear on the side.

Strange how what was once a rather furtive little occupation kept strictly behind closed doors is now being marketed as a kinky bit of fun for a Tuesday afternoon. Perhaps in between filling out your tax return and renewing your driver’s license, the done thing is now to sneak off for a nice little whipping. This is all lovely and open minded, but, dear reader, I wonder: Where will it end?

I can picture estate agents including ‘bijou sex dungeon’ as a selling point for desirable apartments. Free ‘Beginner’s B/D Kits’ in the drawers of hotel rooms. Wedding lists held at Vibrator.com with the bride in a latex mini-skirt and the groom in a thong – hold it! In fact, that’s a great idea! Where do I sign up?

Nikki Magennis

I highly recommend this hard-hitting article about substandard birth control that the U. S. buys wholesale to sell to Third World countries. This is called “contraceptive dumping”. The birth control includes “unsafe IUDs, dangerous high-estrogen birth control pills and, most recently, Depo-Provera — an injectable contraceptive not approved for American use.” Women in Third World countries are dying from these contraceptives.

The article focuses on three types of birth control - the Dalkon Shield IUD, high-dose birth control pills, and Depo-Provera. The Dalkon Shield IUD, for instance, was banned in the U. S. in 1975. It has caused “pelvic inflammatory disease (an infection of the uterus that can require weeks of bed rest and antibiotic treatment), septicemia (blood poisoning), pregnancies resulting in spontaneous abortions, ectopic (tubal) pregnancies and perforations of the uterus. In a number of cases, the damage was so severe as to require a hysterectomy.” Despite these serious problems, the Shield was shipped overseas. All paid for by the U. S. government.

Women have been protesting the use of contraceptive dumps. This includes women in developed countries as well as the Third World women who are the targets of the dumps. Women around the world have been working together to put a stop to this practice. U. S. women, for instance, have access to information about specific companies that manufacture birth control that women in Third World countries do not have access to. Part of the means of stopping contraceptive dumping includes getting valuable information into the hands of Third World women so that they are informed, and may protect themselves.

It is very important that women around the world have access to adequate and safe birth control. Unsafe birth control is being shipping around the world to Third World countries as a means of population control that scarily reminds one of eugenics. The U. S. has a double standard regarding birth control. Pharamacists have refused to dispense legal birth control (such as birth control pills and emergency contraception) based on religious “conscience clauses”, yet the U. S. ships dangerous birth control overseas in order to make a profit. Women in developed countries are encouraged to bring more babies into the world, especially since birth rates in developed countries have been dropping for years. On the other hand, women in Third World countries are given unsafe birth control in order to keep population rates down. The political ramifications are obvious.

by Elizabeth Black

My sexy commrades,

Here we are, just two days away from the great American holiday of Thanksgiving. Aaaah, time to reflect. As we gather round the turkey table…let’s compile our list of thanks, both for what and for whom.

At the top of that list: thank yourself for a job well done! You are beautiful in every way…so go ahead and celebrate yourself…treat yourself to something your big heart has always desired. Go ahead and give yourself a great big Bear Hug…because you deserve one!

Next up, give some thanks for the ones you love to love. Wrap your arms around your lover…and give them a sensual massage. Welcome them into a Pleasure Garden they will never want to leave. (Just make sure the gesture is reciprocated!!)

Thanks to the family for just being there…and in an effort to keep it clean…give the family members the royal spa treatment they need to keep up with you.

True friends are hard to come by. (Talk about a sentence loaded with puns!) Are you lonesome tonight? Try hangin’ out with Big Joe tonight!! Looking for some non committed, no strings attached female companionship??? Felicia is your gal!

Most important, don’t forget to thank your ex…thanks for the lessons learned, the good times spent, the hot memories…but most of all… thanks for the STD…now go fuck a pig!

Gobble Gobble…

Sally

That’s it! I have had it and am ready to fly the coop! No offense to my lovely mom who was kind enough to take me in, but, I have decided that the fear of not knowing where rent will come from is a small price to pay for the freedom to do as I please without getting scolded (yes, I still get scolded in my thirties!).

Apartment hunting when you don’t have to worry about a budget is so much more fun than the Hell that I am facing now. As a freelance writer, I get paid well for my time, but not always so steadily, so I have had to lower my standards a tad. When I began looking around for a place a couple weeks back I was proud to say: “I don’t care how much I have to suffer for my craft! I’ll live in a shit hole if I have to as long as I can be on my own!

How exciting! I was reflecting yesterday on how much fun it is to start something sexual with someone new. The breathless anticipation of what lay beneath their clothes…the shivering of your body with every new kiss…wondering where this will lead. It is so much fun finding someone new to play with…so you may as well keep it fun. The best way to keep it fun is to keep is safe. You know what I’m talking about…CONDOMS…not just a concept folks…make them a reality. It is the only way to play it safe from those yucky STDs. Don’t know where to start? Let your imagination soar here because today there are a wide variety of condoms to choose from. Peruse then choose! Playing it safe is sooooo sexy!!!

Hugs and kisses…

Sally

Big changes are a-comin’…and with the help of our coupon featured in GLAMOUR, COSMOPOLITAN, JANE, REDBOOK, and CURVE magazines…you will be cumming too!!! Go grab yourself a copy to redeem your 10% off coupon on your next purchase.
Hugs and kisses…

Sally

SEX SEX SEX!!! I’ve got sex on the brain these days. I am keeping myself awake at night thinking about all of you my pretties. I had a fabulous idea…I thought I, Sally Rhyde, can do my part for world peace. It’s very simple; just bring everyone around this wonderful world the gift that disarms even the most volatile of temperaments…a big, rockin’ orgasm!!! It is with love in my heart and juice in my drawers that I introduce to you one of my favorite products to bring you closer to the big O. I present to you one of the newest members of Vibrator.com: the Rock Chick. Oh yeah…this bad boy will get you rockin’ alright. The lovely folks who designed this vibe took our female anatomy into consideration. The Rock Chick isn’t just ergonomically designed to stimulate the ever elusive G-spot…this lady purrrrrs high speed vibrations against your clit. Yummy! So what are you waiting for? Check out the Rock Chick and so much more….I can barely keep them in stock…so hurry up!

Hugs and Kisses…

Sally

I guess you could call this one of the job hazards related to being a sex writer, but, I am here to share with you one of the only woes of doing what I do: disturbing fan mail.

I wish I knew why it was that my male fans are incapable of writing me a fan letter without an ulterior motive. I am aware that my stories are all about sex. I understand that the people who read my work will often opt to go have sex after one of my stories as opposed to email me to sing my praises. Don’t get me wrong—I am very grateful to those who do take time out of their day to write to me—especially kind words about my work. It can just be… well, a little creepy sometimes!

When women write to me, it really is all about compliments, admiration and even thanks for what I do. When the men write though, it’s never that simple. They do all start off being that way, but usually by the second paragraph I have something much more impure on my hands! For instance, I had one man who sent me an email telling me how much he enjoyed my erotic fiction and my style of writing. So, after gushing over his compliments, I emailed him back telling him how much I appreciated what he wrote and, being the business woman that I need to be as a freelancer, I mentioned where he could find some of my upcoming work. Nice right? Wrong! This proved to be the fuel he needed to make his already burning fire into a raging inferno! He went on to email me daily for over a month with more praise, but mostly just a series of recounts of the many disgusting things he has dreamed of doing to me, with me and apparently for me! One thing I will say in his honor though is that while it freaked me out; it was all very eloquently written in spite of the stalker-like undertone.

I received another one yesterday which was once again very beautifully written and full of flattery, but alas, this one too ended in a manner so icky that I had no choice but to avoid responding and then pass it along to all of my friends for a chuckle! I wish I could post it for you so that you to can share in the sheer sickness of it all, but I am not quite that coldhearted. I think I may even feel a bit sorry for the man. You see, he went on to explain to me that he is still a virgin at almost thirty in spite of being certain that he would make an excellent and incredibly sensual lover. He also stated that he would like to have a relationship with me via the internet, if I would be so kind (he clearly has no clue!) He then went on to say that he “pities the women who have refused to be adored by him and to share his bed”. Is it just me, or does this sound to you like a man who may be a tad off his rocker?? I have to agree with him though; I also pity these women as it seems that they have ticked off a total nut. Caution ladies.

Cheers,

Adrie

PS- Please do not be put off by emailing me! I really do enjoy and appreciate sincere fan mail!� Please write to me at AdrieSantos@rogers.com

Yesterday I finally got a chance to use my Blue Dolphin. S bought it for me a while back, but so far, I had only had the pleasure of him using it on me, which is a blog entry in itself.

If you don’t know the Blue Dolphin, it’s similar to the Rabbit. There is a shaft that goes into the pussy and a dolphin on the top that stimulates the clit. There are separate controls for each of these functions.

The shaft is the best G-spot toy I’ve ever own. It’s just the right length and it rotates at two speeds. The dolphin head has four speeds and a fifth setting that pulses.

Yesterday I decided I wanted to experiment, so I locked the front door, turned off the ring on the phone, and put the cats out of my bedroom. As I always do in my special private time, I took off all of my clothes and ran my hands over my body a few minutes, caressing my breasts and nipples to help get myself into the mood.

Then I lay back with my Blue Dolphin in hand, spread my legs, and slowly inserted the shaft. Hmm. Just the shaft alone felt really good. It’s nice and thick, covered with a soft blue plastic with a very pleasant texture. I slid it in and out a few minutes, just enjoying it as it was. I wanted to take my time with this toy, so I didn’t want to do too much too soon.

After a while, though, I was too horny not to turn it on. I switched the shaft to the lowest setting. The shaft rotated inside me, pressing against my G-spot with a regular rhythm. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t resist turning it up to the second level. I felt my hips start to rock with the beat of the shaft.

With all that going on, of course, my clit began to demand attention. Since I didn’t want to orgasm too soon, I put the dolphin portion on the lowest setting. Wow. No searching for the right spot. It was right there. I let myself get to the verge of orgasm repeatedly before pulling the dolphin back a little and slowing down. In my case, the longer an orgasm is delayed, the more intense it is. I’ve learned to have enough self-discipline to take my time. But not for too long.

At last I couldn’t resist any longer. I turned the dolphin up two speeds. Within seconds I had my first orgasm, followed by a second and a third, all three of them so nerve shattering that after the third I was too tired to continue.

I cleaned my lovely toy and put it away. Next time I will explore the pulse function. Soon.

Katharine Tyler Brooks.