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Feeling (about) My Orgasm: Question Two for Bodysex
Posted by Marisa Black in body, bodylove, Bodysex, orgasm on November 22, 2011
photo by Eric Francis
[cross-posted here]
The second of the two questions in our Bodysex circle framed my answers to both. How do I feel about my orgasm? I hadn’t considered it before. At least not directly. Do I feel anything specifically about my orgasm? I asked myself. Or do I simply feel my orgasm?
Straddling the Saddle: My First Ride on the Sybian
Posted by Marisa Black in clit, masturbation, orgasm, penetration, toys on September 12, 2011
[cross-posted here]
Staying with a friend this weekend, I noticed the saddle vibrator set up in the corner.
“I’ve never played with a Sybian before,” I said. “Would you mind if I took that one for a ride?”
My gracious host agreed, and I eagerly pulled a condom over the dildo attachment. Using nitrile gloves, I fashioned barriers for the places my vulva would rub against the vibrator. Without ceremony or prelude, I lubed the dildo and settled myself onto the erection sprouting from the black half-moon.
From Cool and Heavy to Slick and Hot
Posted by Marisa Black in body, clit, masturbation, orgasm, penetration, sex on June 1, 2011
[cross-posted here]
Upon entering a sex shop, I usually head right to the glass and metal dildo displays. After running a fingertip along the length, I like to pick one up to feel the weight in my hand, imagining how it would feel inside me.
Drawn to sleekness and heft, I bought Betty Dodson’s Vaginal Barbell. This particular instrument has played a significant role in my ever-widening sexual universe.
The ways I experience sex have grown from a specifically-administered regimen that guaranteed orgasm to an array of options. After homo and hetero encounters expanded my solosex reality, I added varied sensations, powerplay and pain, anal stim, group sex, shared and witnessed masturbation.
But the most symbolic development to date is the latest: learning to orgasm with my legs open.
Being Responsible for My Own Pleasure
Posted by Marisa Black in body, masturbation, orgasm, sex on May 6, 2011
image via mezone
Self-pleasure is sacred to me. Despite early messages that what I was doing was wrong, or later experiences that taught me to keep it a closely-held secret, I have cherished masturbation for as long as I can remember.
Over many years devoted to the pressure+tension orgasm, I learned how to come while sitting up at a desk with my legs crossed. This method was handy when I was in law school. Sitting at my study carrel in the library, in broad view right next to the glass balcony, I would cross my legs and press, release, press, release, press, release, until the throbbing made my face red and splotchy, my breathing heavy, and beads of sweat graced my neckline.
Giving Up Gluten for Backdoor Sex
Posted by Marisa Black in anal, body, clit, oral, orgasm, penetration, queerness, sex on January 5, 2011
[Cross-posted here.]
“There’s no way I would have fucked you in the ass before I was good and ready. Even though you were begging me for it.”
The Summer of My Broken Pussy
Posted by Marisa Black in body, clit, masturbation, oral, orgasm, penetration, sex on October 11, 2010
[cross-posted here]
To say my pussy was broken this summer might be slightly overdramatic. It wasn’t actually broken. But it felt like it was.
The Laying On of Hands (My Evolving Sexstyles, Part Two)
Posted by Marisa Black in masturbation, Mormonism, orgasm, penetration, religion on June 9, 2010
(Cross-posted here.)
Rachel was solemn as her face hovered between my knees.
“I see it in there, really deep.”
“What should we do?” I asked, knitting my eyebrows together.
My worry was a charade. Though we clung to the pretense, there was definitely not a small insect burrowed deep in my vagina. Rachel was prodding my folds and depths out of necessity, we told ourselves gravely. She was saving me from an imaginary skin condition caused by a nonexistent bug that she eventually “found” nestled halfway to my cervix. We pretended we weren’t pretending. We were ten.
It Put Me to Sleep, Held in a Cradle of Pleasure (My Evolving Sexstyles, Part One)
Posted by Marisa Black in body, masturbation, Mormonism, orgasm, religion on June 2, 2010
(Cross-posted here.)
Her voice was shrill. “Dee! What are you doing?!”
My fingers, moving rhythmically under the bedspread, stilled at the sound of her voice.
“Show me your hands,” she ordered, sitting on my small bed. A Holly Hobby doll peered from behind an oversized bonnet.
I was in trouble.
Releasing Bodyshame
Posted by Marisa Black in body, masturbation, media, orgasm on May 14, 2010
(Cross-posted here.)
You know that May is Masturbation Month? I didn’t either, perhaps in part because I am personally dedicated to masturbation every week and month out of the year. Hence, I never noticed that self-pleasure had its own Official Month. But it does. May: the Month to Celebrate Masturbation. Good Vibrations apparently spearheaded this celebration in 1995 when Dr. Jocelyn Elders was ousted from her position as U.S. Surgeon General after daring to acknowledge that masturbation could be taught as an alternative to other types of sexual activity that may pose health risks absent in a masturbation-centered sexuality.
Through some ubiquitous social network or another, I saw a link to a Masturbation Song. The song is written by Stacy Bias, who prefers to call herself an “Anti-Shame Activist.” Not only is she a sex-positive advocate, but she also advocates for queer and fat issues, also known as body acceptance.
From her bio:
Operation Touch My Clit
Posted by Marisa Black in body, clit, oral, orgasm, penetration, sex on May 3, 2010
(Cross-posted here.)
I like to make a lot of noise when I have orgasms. It turns me on, the sounds of sex, not only grunts and moans and bossy directives, but especially the wet sloppy sounds that come from my pussy when I’m hot and wet and bothered. When circumstances require that I bite the inside of my cheek and keep quiet instead of making my usual racket, I will. But I always prefer to be loud.
When I’m making noise, words are related to ordering someone around, whether in my fantasy when I’m masturbating or to a lover when I’m having sex with someone else. “Lick me, eat it, get your face down in there, fuck me, that’s right, fuck me, get your hand in there, stick your finger in my ass.” The string of orders spews out of me, as I clutch a face against my engorged pussy lips (or imagine myself doing so when I’m in solo-orgasm-land), or squeeze my vaginal muscles around a finger or a fist or a dildo penetrating me.
The other night, I found myself telling her to suck my little cock. “That’s right, pretend that clit is a little penis. Suck it, just like I know you can. Give me a blow job. Suck it. Suck it like you sucked off those boys in junior high. Make me come in your mouth.” I thrust my hips against her mouth, my fingers pulling my labia apart, my swollen little nub protruding towards her tongue and lips.
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