sex education

I saw, like everyone else does, in my early observations of how sex works most often in our culture that a woman's menstrual cycle is a time of shunning women in one form or another, and definitely no sex. I saw the looks on women's faces, the sound in their voices. It was a mix on a spectrum of hurt from the treatment and coping by holding her menstrual time in as much contempt, if not more, than men around her did. Then there were other women who always said, "What's the big deal?" Like they were oblivious to the issue. Of course, we've heard lots of quips on PMS from men. The trauma most women go through as adolescents when their periods start. At every turn it's a negative. Something in me wanted to see if that could be reversed with different perspectives.

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a desire inside to "Want to do that. To feel that." To want to learn how to have better sex through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

Olivia and I didn't take long to get our clothes off. In fact, she was already in bed when I arrived at her place.

"Clothes! Off! Now!" she exclaimed gleefully.

I laughed and stripped. She threw back the covers to invite me in and to show off her curvy hourglass-carved perfection of a body. We made out. Heavy and light mixed, right there naked together in bed. She did have her pink see-through panties on though.... My hands and attention on her D cups, her slender waist, and broad hips with a tight and full ass behind her. One thing led to another and before long she started scooting down toward the foot of the bed. A man knows what that means. Knows where she's going.

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a desire inside to "Want to do that. To feel that." To want to learn how to have better sex through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

Olivia and I set the alarm clock for early the night before. Got to her place late, cleaned up, and snuggled down into bed together. Out went the lights. When that alarm clock rang, we woke up gradually, first me touching her cute small foot with mine, which she responded to. We curled around each other. Did all the getting up to use the bathroom stuff, then, get the towel (to cover the sheets) let's sex it!

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For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a desire inside to "Want to do that. To feel that." To want to learn how to have better sex through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

I just remembered that our humbly-titled original erotic sex education video, Condom Basics, has more hotness in it than just putting a condom on a penis. It also has a healthy portion of vaginal intercourse with clitoral stimulation provided by the man, and, great footage of his orgasm inside our woman-model.  Click here for the video!

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a desire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

As I was saying, Cassandra wouldn't break gaze up at me from my cock in her hand and small mouth. Those big doe eyes accented in dark mascara and shadow.

"I want you inside me."

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a desire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

Cassandra was tired of drunken sex. More accurately, drunken guys that she ended up having sex with. Why did she, or they, always have to go there for sex to be passably pleasurable, she once told me. We flirted over chat. Sent dripping-sexy texts to each other, of what we wanted to do to each other. Cassandra has long, perfectly straight shining mahogany hair. Fair strawberries and cream skin, and big, jade-green eyes. Made bigger by how she often does her makeup. Very cute, small face too.

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a desire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

I was blazing with turn-on. My supercurvy love pulled her knees up near her big round D cups and I scooted a pillow under her equally round hips. On my knees, I touched my precome-covered cockhead to the sensitive inside of her vulva and caressed.