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Bruises

Joan — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 02:06:24 +0000

“Souvenirs.” via CleanMoralPolite, 2012

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So, I’m reading Mary Roach’s Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex, because The Foster Kid’s review made it sound worthwhile. It is, but boy-howdy I’ve read a lot of information about pig orgasm now.

According to research, when you’re sexually excited your pain threshold goes up. Way up. People achieve pretty impressive and cringe-worthy feats when hopped up on sex hormones. Doctors have stories. Fetlife has pictures.

I’ve seen things, y’all.

The first time I attempted this sex blogging thing, I posted a picture of myself, specifically of my breasts, rather bruised. I got very concerned messages. Very concerned.

And I get it. I do. I think, there is an element of wanting to save the damsel in distress when you send that sort of missive through the tubes, but really, I believe them. It looks like it hurts. It does hurt. I’ve been pretty marked up. There’s that little voice, on say… day three? When the purple maxes out? That voice wonders, ‘Jesus, you perv, what the fuck? This is okay with you? Issues much?’

That little voice goes pretty much silent when you’re actually getting the bruises, though. You are busy, just then. Preoccupied.

Mixing in Pain

Joan — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 02:02:01 +0000

Thwack

If you haven’t been there, you don’t know.

Why does pain work?

It’s easy to look at rougher sex and think, “Holy crap that looks like it hurts. Why?”

Because blood rushes to the spot. (That’s why it goes all pink and red.)

Because your pleasure and pain neurons are pretty much on the same routes.

Because there’s an adrenaline rush, which is basically magic for the reproductive urge.

Really?

Because it forces you to pay attention. To stay in the moment. To stop thinking about minutia. It keeps you on your toes. It keeps you from making grocery lists in your head while you’re having sex.

Wankers and Spankers

Joan — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 16:11:15 +0000

I keep getting hits from spanking blogs. And last night’s writing session was a fairly creative one, including some spanking. So, it’s time for some inspiration.

It’s weird to be writing more about sex than actually having sex.

That kind of paddle sort of scares me. I think because that's what they used in school, when I was a kid. And, the damned things had *names*.

On the other hand, it does make the sex I do have a little more anticipated than usual.

She's got good balance. Or much better chairs than I do.

Good morning spankos.