Between the Sheets

I’ve had ten sexual partners. And I’d like to think that with each, I’ve grown a little. So, here are the ten things I’ve learned about sex. Thanks, guys. lol. Have you read number 1 yet?

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

My first “serious” boyfriend (and second guy I ever slept with) liked to be naked. In fact, you could say that he was fascinated by it. He still lived with his parents, but during the day, they were rarely upstairs in the townhouse, preferring to stay on the bottom level. So, he (and I) could be naked all we pleased. After all, we could here them coming long before we could see them. Or, more importantly, they could see us. His parents knew we were fucking, and it wasn’t that big of a deal, since they knew we were being safe. They even kept an urn of condoms on the mantle, just in case anyone in the household needed them. Weird, I know.

But no matter how comfortable they were with sex (and believe me, the noises coming from their bedroom told me that they were VERY comfortable with it…), I wasn’t about to let his mom see my rosy red behind by accident or let his horn-dog dad catch a glimpse of my nipples on the way to the bathroom. So, instead, I opted to keep my clothes on most of the time, just in case, unless the bedroom door was closed.

I have to say, though… Lounging around in nothing (or next to nothing) was amazing. He’d be sitting at his computer, playing guitar, and I’d be on the bed, naked, my skin pale and smooth, my hair still wet from a post-sex shower together. I could sit at his feet for hours listening to him play, my head resting on his bare leg, my fingertips slowly caressing his inner thighs until I could see that he wasn’t interested in the music anymore. We spent days like this, and I’d throw on only the necessary tank top and short shorts to run to the store to pick up lunch and condoms. It was a sexual paradise on the top floor of that town house.

I had my share of close calls, though. One time in particular, we were almost caught mid-naked-lounge by his sister and two-year-old nephew. God love his sister, but she was a big girl. I mean, size 28+ big. I’m no skinny mini, so I can dig a little extra weight, but she was grossly overweight, and didn’t take care of herself, sometimes going weeks without showering. She was missing a front tooth, and her hair was usually greasy and slicked back into a tight pony tail. Even if you’re into BBW, she was not a pretty girl.

Anyway, the kid, who was used to just opening whatever door he wanted to open, went for our door, and I heard her catch him just before he jiggled the knob open. Later, we laughed and told her how it was good he didn’t, because he would have gotten a full-on shot of my shaved pussy as I was giving my bf head. She laughed too and said that it was funny that we always hung out naked.

About a week later, I saw her car parked outside, so even though I knew my boyfriend wasn’t home from work yet, I headed inside, the door being unlocked and all. Her son was sleeping in the playpen in the living room, and I heard her upstairs in the office adjoining to my boyfriend’s bedroom, so I climbed up the stairs to say hello so I wouldn’t wake the baby.

She had to have heard me coming. It was a old house and the stairs creaked a lot!

Yet, as I rounded the corner, there she sat at the computer, completely naked. Nude. In the buff. All 5-foot-3 400 pounds of her. It was kind of like a car wreck. You just can’t look away. She smiled and said hello, like nothing was wrong. Later, she said that we had made it sound like so much fun that she thought she’d give nudity a try. I will have the image of her naked, her rolls suctioned to the leather office chair, in my mind for the rest of my life.

So, that day I learned an important lesson. If you’re going to be naked, lock the door. The door to your house or the door to your room. Because you know what? Even if you’re totally comfortable with your body, use nakedness with discretion. Please.

I’ve had ten sexual partners. And I’d like to think that with each, I’ve grown a little. So, here are the ten things I’ve learned about sex. Thanks, guys. lol.

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

At one point in my life, I lived with these two guys in a house on their campus. The situation was kind shady. Basically, I was getting kicked out of the place where I was supposed to live for the summer between school years at college, but my work had already been scheduled until the end of May. If I left while there was still days on my schedule, I wouldn’t get hired back…so I needed a place to stay, just for about three-four weeks. They went to a neighboring tech college and lived in a campus-owned townhouse. One of their roommates had recently graduated, so they had an extra bed for about a month. Perfect.

But I digress.

Life living with two boys was never dull. It was a little stinky, I’m not going to lie. However, the complex where they lived was like one big party, with nothing to really do but drink all night and sleep all day (while working occasionally of course). At a tech school, the girl-boy ratio is about 1 to 15, so things were looking good for me. I pretty much had my pick. Of course, my biggest admirer was the guy who had no two front teeth…but whatever. When the liquor was flowing, I didn’t have to look far to find someone who would buy me a drink.

One night, the guys next door decided to have a huge bash. I mean huge. We drank every night, but for this party, they were going to get a few kegs, as well as fill the washing machine with bottle of liquor on ice. By the end of the night, at least three or four of them were puking. There are pictures documenting that. Guys do all sorts of stupid shit when they’re drunk.

But on to my story. Sorry, I’m reliving old memories.

There was one guy at the party who was especially cute. I’ll withhold his name here, but let’s just call him K. About five minutes after I met K, I knew that I would be going home with him that night. We were awesome beer pong partners. He let me sip on his bottle of vodka. I sat on his lap and whispered drunken promises into his ear. While filling up my drinking, the only other girl at the party laughed and said that he had a California King bed in his house that he brought from home. I asked him if it was true, and he drunkenly smilled.

“Yeaaaaah…and it has mirrors above it…I just put them up…”

Um. Yeah. Mirrors above the bed. Riiiiiiight, I thought. I mean, it was campus housing - why would he go to the trouble

As the party was wrapping up, I asked if he’d walk me home. He said yes (I was living next door), but surprise, surprise - we just went to his house. He showed me to his room, and I sank into the red satin sheets (you can’t make this shit up) of his California King. I giggled. It was true. He had a huge fucking bed and there were mirrors above it. I heard him peeing in the bathroom, and I just cracked up, got naked, and slithered beneath the covers. I was drunk, he was worse, and this was going to be fun.

The lesson I learned that night is that you just aren’t supposed to be seen from some angles. Watching him on top of me was weird. I mean…weird. I watch porn occasionally, but being like, IN the porno is just downright strange. Plus, I wasn’t exactly getting a flattering angle. Then, he wanted me on top. I was self conscious because mirrors don’t lie. That lasted about five seconds. Finally, we settled on doggy…so neither of us could see the mirrors.

I’m secure with my body. I really am. But god, that was fucking weird.

Neither of us ever got off that night. He was too drunk to be good enough for me to get off and too drunk to get off himself. I curled up to go to sleep, and a few minutes later he goes “oh shit…” and runs out of bed. I fell asleep to him puking in the bathroom. Talk about a walk of shame when I woke up in the morning…

So, morale of the story - don’t put mirrors above your bed. If you really want to see yourself having sex, video tape it. But really - it’s just not a good idea.

As many of you know, I’ve been pretty ill the past few weeks, so it really made my day to see that when I am able to update, it is something you enjoy reading! Thanks for the votes that landed me in Sugam’s Top Three this week for “Masturbation on a Memory”!

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Happy Thanksgiving!

We’ve officially been talking about and voting on sexy celebrities for twelve weeks now. This week, instead of featuring someone new, I thought I’d do a little recap of the sexy celebrities we’ve already covered…and an update - are they still sexy? Or, have they fallen off the sexy radar? Here’s a little look at some of your favorite sex gods and goddesses:

1. David Beckham: The Becks are still going strong, but after David’s injuries, Victoria began to be the moneymaker in the house. Her reunion tour with the rest of the Spice Girls is one of the most popular events in the world, with tickets selling out faster than you can say “Holy shit, Mama Beckham is hot!” In any case, both of the Beckhams are still hot (even if David is a…neat freak?)

2. Vanessa Hudgens: First she was naked. Then she was fired. Now, we’ve learned that Vanessa Hudgens got an even bigger deal with Disney. Sex really does sell. Since her big scandal, though, Vanessa has only been back in the public eye a few times, but she’s gracefully stayed out of the news for the most part. Still sexy? Eh. She’s yesterday’s news.

3. Britney Spears: What a crazy train. I can’t keep track of whether Britney’s “coming back” or trying to stay out of the limelight. Is she trying to jump start her career or is she horribly neglecting her children? One thing is clear, though - I’m voting with Maxim. Britney is unsexy.

4. Katherine Heigl and 5. Eric Dane: The Grey’s Anatomy stars are still going strong, but I have to wonder - will the writer’s strike affect their airtime? Oh well, I guess they’re still sexy in reruns!!

6. Joss Stone and 7. Amanda Bynes:: Yep. Joss is still hot. So is Amanda. Unlike other unclassy, drug a addict, worthless tramps their age (because really, the cast majority of celebs around her age…well…are…)

8. Debra Messing: Luke-warm - that’s how I’d characterize Debra’s success with The Starter Wife. I mean, there was all this hype…and then…She’s still hot, but The Starter Wife is not.

9. Halle Berry: I love Halle Berry, and I’m especially happy to see all the awesome press she’s been getting with her baby bump. I think everyone agrees - she’ll always be HOT.

10. Tom Brady: I can’t get into pro football. But Tom Brady sure as hell can get into me. BOO YA! All jokes aside, this guy is about as hot as they come, and his team is one of the best in the NFL.

11. Katie Holmes: Katie was one of our most recent sexy celebs, so there’s not much new to report, but I will say this: She’ll remain sexy to the general public as long as she doesn’t “go crazy”. So many female celebs seem totally cool and then suddenly become really fucking weird. I think she’s safe though. If you can be married to Tom Cruise and still be considered fairly sane and sexy, that’s saying something.

12. Angelina Jolie: Bringing up the end of this list, our last sexy celeb of the week was Angie. Of course she’s still sexy. I’d argue that she’s one of the sexiest on this list, if not THE sexiest. I’m straight, but I’d go lesbian for her. She’s hot, any way you slice it.

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

It happens to everyone. You’re being all sexy, got on the red teddy or the crotchless panties. You’re giving your man (or woman) “the eyes). You’re grouping. You’re kissing. You’re longing. You’re giving the blow job of your life.

And then the unthinkable happens.

You fart.

It makes you a bit uncomfortable to even read this right now, doesn’t it. I’m not going to lie; it makes me a bit uncomfortable to write it.

Farts are going to happen. It’s just a fact of life. And after like, a few months in a new relationship, you’ll have farted. Maybe you owned it and let it rip. Or maybe you sneaked it out and you both pretended that it didn’t happen. Maybe you even blamed the smell on the dog. In any case, I’m sure it happened.

But farting in your everyday life is sooooooo different than farting in bed. Even if you’re comfortable with it in your everyday life, it’s probably one of the most uncomfortable things that can happen if you’re trying to get it on.

So how do you deal with it?

Well, I’m not trying to sound like an expert here. I mean, who wants to be an expert on gas. But, here is my opinion on how to deal with it. Really, you just need to overcoming the fart.

• If you’re prone to gas, stop eating gassy foods for dinner. No one likes to admit that they’re got a little tooting problem, but we all have weird/gross things about ourselves that we don’t like. If yours is farting, look to the foods you’re eating. You won’t have that problem in the bedroom if you just cut out certain foods before you go to bed.
• Carry on. I’m not usually one to pretend that nothing happened, but if you’re fucking your lover, it’s perfectly acceptable to just pretend that a fart didn’t happen. Weird noises in general, actually - just move on. If you laugh or comment, you’ll kill the mood.
• Excuse yourself. If you feel a “big one” coming on, excuse yourself and go to another room for a second. Yes, leaving in the middle of sex can be a bit of a mood killer, but not if you come back with something totally awesome. Fart, and then bring back some whipped cream from the kitchen or massage oil from the bathroom.

• What’s your advice on gassy situations in the bedroom?

It’s Thanksgiving. Who here is stuck at Mom and Dad’s house? *Raises hand*

Who here is horny?

…

*Raises hand*

If you’ve moved out of the ‘rents some time ago, chances are that you’ve got a few romps under your belt. However, when we travel back to Mom and Dad’s, it’s like traveling back in time. You’re once again that teenager that has to sneak around to get laid.

So sneak around.

If your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse/lover/etc is with you for the holidays, there’s no reason you can’t enjoy in some naughty nookie. That said, here are a few things to keep in mind:

• The shower is your friend. If your parents frown upon you having sex in their house, it can be hard to find a time and place when prying eyes won’t catch you. Use the excuse of showering to find some alone space.
• Be sensitive to the children in the house. Don’t corrupt anyone by screaming out “OH FUCK” as you’re getting nailed (or doing the nailing).
• Don’t have a holiday date? Take a moment for some self love.
• Change the sheets. If you aren’t going to play by mom and dad’s rules, at least have the decency to wash the smell of sex out of the sheets in the guest room before you leave.
• Don’t skip family activities to get it on. You’re with your family to spend time with them, not to spend time sneaking off to fuck. Come on, family time can be fun. That’s what the holidays are all about. Sex should be secondary.
• Go for a drive if you can’t find alone time. Romping at your old high school make out spot can be exciting.
• Having family over to your house? Invest in some bedroom door locks.
• Have sex because you want to have sex, not because you want to somehow “get back” at your parents’ strict rules. Sex is not about spite!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

Shopping for Thanksgiving was tough. Not tough because I had to buy lots of food, but tough because I simply didn’t know what to buy. My mom and grandmother corner the cooking market. If I bring one pie, they’ve baked ten. So, I wandered around the grocery store aimlessly, contemplating the dishes I could make and seriously considering just showing up empty handed. I usually took 3/4 of whatever I made home again, after all.

I’ve decided to stop all of this nonsense with J* and the girl next door. I mean, it really is wonderful, but a lot of nonsense too. I don’t like going home at the end of an amazing orgasmic night and lying in an empty bed while the two of them cuddle. I think that it must be terrible lonely to spend your entire life being “the other girl.”

Not that J* has ever treated me like I’m a mistress. We have our secrets, but really, I’m not stealing him away any time soon, and we both know it. What he has with his wife is comfortable love. I’m really just a cat toying with that relationship. Or rather…I think I may be the mouse.

Time to stop being the mouse, right?

As the mouse in a relationship, you’re at another person’s beck and call every moment of every day. And that may be fine if you’re in a BDSM relationship, but in any other sense, it just doesn’t work. I don’t like not knowing where I stand. I don’t like feeling pathetic. I don’t like that J* can call me and I come running, but I don’t dare call him. Nah, being the mouse is not for me. I have to be the cat.

Which is funny, because when I was little, my uncle called me “the cat”. It was my pet name.

Maybe I should get a rubber catsuit. Haha.

In any cause, being the mouse has gotten old. Is it strange that this is what ran through my mind as I was comparing prices at the supermarket? I think about sex too often and have it not often enough.

Masturbation called me to hurry home. Screw the pie crusts and filling. I bought a few cucumbers and jetted out of there. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have better Thanksgiving recipe inspiration.

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

She just might be the sexiest women alive. Seriously. I’ve been trying to spotlight other celebrities, dancing around the Brangelina (or whatever you call them) power couple, but then, this weekend, I went to see Beowulf. Angelina Jolie is sexy. Angelina Jolie naked is sexier. Angelina Jolie naked and in 3D? That’s off the charts, baby. The animation for her character was amazing, so you didn’t even notice that it wasn’t really her on the screen.

And damn, was she hot. In Beowulf, Angelina’s character doesn’t have a lot of on-screen time. She’s the mother of the monsters terrorizing the village, so the move is more about Beowulf fighting them, not her. However, the scenes where she does appear are all smoking. The basis of the movie is that she is this irresistibly sexy water demon…and you really couldn’t find someone better to play that role. She was perfect in every scene - definitely one of my favorite parts of the whole movie.

Of course, Angelina has been sexy for decades, long before her role in Beowulf every prompted me to write this post. She’s a master at sexiness, hitting all the spots we crave with her changing looks. There are so many different Jolie looks to think about…Remember her in…

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

Do you have a tramp stamp?

God, what a horrible term for a tattoo. Tatties are sensual and edgy and sexy…but not trampy! Well, at least they don’t have to be. I have seen some sluttastic tattoos in my day. I’ve also seen some “bad decisions” on the body. Drinks and tattoos never go together well…

Ok, enough babbling. Tattoos can be really, really hot. It depends on your personal tastes. BUT if you’re going to go for some ink, here are a few things to keep in mind:

• Tattoos are permanent. I think it’s a good policy to take your time deciding what you want and where you want it. Once you pick out a design, think about it for 3-6 months before you get it.
• Make sure you go to a clean tattoo parlor for your “stamp.” If not, you won’t just be a tramp - you’ll be a tramp with some nasty diseases you got from unsterilized needles and ink.
• It’s ok to tell the artist no. Any artist will have ideas about size, colors, designs, etc, but ultimate, it is your body and your money. Don’t let someone talk you into something your don’t want.
• If you’re getting something in Chinese symbols, have someone who speaks and writers Chinese well actually translate it for you. Don’t get it from the Internet, which is usually not accurate.
• Tattoos hurt. Some hurt more and some hurt less. If you’re sensitive to pain, test out the needle with just water to make sure you can handle it.
• Professionally, you may need to hide your tats, so think about that when talking about placement with the artist.

• And my one last bit of advice? Don’t get your husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend/lover’s name (or a representation of them) on your body. Couples break up, so even if it seems like forever now, it might not be forever. If you want to get a name - get your child’s name or your mom’s name. Stay away from a “Wino Forever” mistakes!

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

BtS readers, I’ve been sick. Not like, throwing up sick (thank goodness), but like tired-head-cold-congested-leaking-gross sick. I’ve been down and out. Sigh. So, my friend Lily has graciously agreed to write a guest post for me today, so you aren’t all chomping at the bit because I haven’t updated. Leave her some wonderful comments because she’s a fabulous female and I couldn’t be more grateful!

Erin tried not to pout – to no success.

“What a pretty pout,�? Alex said, bending down and kissing her bottom lip which jutted out slightly from her top lip.

She stuck out her bottom lip more and lifted her chin, waiting patiently as if the possibility of him not giving her another kiss didn’t exist. He granted her unspoken demand and kissed her again. She ‘mmmed’ softy and closed her eyes as he put one hand on her cheek.

“Now, my love,�? he said, pressing his forehead against hers briefly, “it’s time for bed.�?

“I just don’t see why she picked you,�? she said, letting down her hair and combing through it with her fingers. “You’re mine. She puts one hand where it’s not supposed to be, she and I are going to have a talk.�? She nodded to emphasize her words. “You’re part of a couple, thank you, and if she thinks she’s going to get you drunk and seduce you-�?

He laughed.

“-she has another thing coming, let me tell you.�? She stood up and started walked to the bathroom.

“She asked me to escort her to her daughter’s wedding a long time ago,�? Alex called, stretching.

She looked around the corner and said, gesturing with her toothbrush, “That’s right. Escort. Not date. Escort. Any hands below your belt and I take her head off.�? She let her gaze sweep over his body. “You know what? Any inappropriate touching above or below the belt, and there’s going to be a problem.�?

He chuckled softly as she disappeared back into the bathroom. Getting used to living with each other had come with its own ups and downs, but the ups, like her pouty protectiveness and liking for cuddling, far outweighed the downs.

Taking off his shirt, he yawned and sat down on the bed. Work had been filled with short trips to places for various tasks. He’d found none of them to be especially problematic, but all the travel on a Friday had left him feeling eager to get home to Erin.

Home to Erin. The phrase had yet to become settled in his mind. The unreality of it all had yet to go away even in moments like he was in now, listening to her hum as she brushed her teeth.

Erin scrunched her nose and looked at the bottle of mouthwash. “Citrus flavor, my ass.�?

She put it away and then smiled, delighting in the small moments reality came rushing in. They were finally together in person and her mouthwash was in his bathroom. Their bathroom. Ever so slowly, “Alex’s apartment�? was becoming “our apartment�? in her mind. She didn’t rush it, instead enjoying learning to take part in what would be their life together.

She hugged herself. A new life with someone who loved her for all she was, the true her instead of a projected image of the person anyone thought she should be.

By the time she came out of the bathroom, her fuzzy purple slippers scraping across the floor, he had already stripped and lay under the blankets. He smiled at her, completely relaxed with his hands behind his head.

Smiling, she came over to his side of the bed and crawled over him so she could straddle his abdomen.

“Going to wear your slippers to bed, sexy?�? he asked.

“Maybe,�? she said in all seriousness as she squirmed a little. Then a slight playfulness worked its way into her voice. “It is pretty cold.�?

“That’s because you’re on the blankets. Maybe you should join me under them.�? He grinned.

(more…)

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Some people think that she’s crazy. Some people think that she’s smart. Some people just think that she’s really lucky. But no one disputes the fact that she’s damn sexy. This week’s sexy celebrity of the week is the one and only Katie Holmes.

Katie was in the news recently for running in the New York Marathon, with hubby Tom Cruise and daughter Suri waiting at the finish line for her. There’s been talk that her entry into the marathon was a bit unfair, as she didn’t have to enter the lottery or adhere to deadlines…but you know what? VIP preference or not, Katie Holmes is still hot.

Those drooping puppy dog eyes…those amazing cheekbones…those soft, pouting lips…

And then you put Tom Cruise on her arm? Smoking. They may be a bit insane, but mental health aside, they are one of Hollywood’s strongest power couples.

Yeah, I’ve had a girl-crush on Katie Holmes since Dawson’s Creek. Who hasn’t? And the short hair - it looks fab. Really, the Holmes can do little wrong in my book. She is and always will be ultra sexy to me, no matter what the press says about her and her wacky husband.

So what do you think about Katie Holmes? Is she so sexy or would you pass? Leave a comment here to tell the whole world how much you love (or hate) this superstar couple!

And while you think about it, here are a few recent pictures of the starlet to make your choice a bit easier…

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Dear friend,

NO, I don’t want to make my penis bigger. I’m actually pretty fine with the size of my penis right now. That is to say, I don’t have one. What, does is look like I do? Maybe I shouldn’t wear my pants so baggy. Really though, have my d-cup girls now given you the hint that the only junk on my body is that which is in the trunk?

While we’re at it, my partner’s penis is fine too. Actually, how do you know that I even have a partner. What if I don’t? What if I just broke up with him like, yesterday? And you just reminded me of that. How do you feel now, asshole? Still want to make my penis bigger?

And you know what? If I did want to make my penis bigger, what makes you think I’d buy drugs from someone who spells it v!agra? Sure, that makes you sound like a reputable pharmacist. Or did you do that to look cool? Is that how the kids are spelling it these days? LOLROTFLMAO’ing. IMO. IDK. Let’s be BFFs while we’re at it.

I do want to thank you for alerting me about that lottery I won in Nigeria. I didn’t even know I had entered! What’s a BFF for, I guess? I can’t believe I won $10,000,000 (TEN MILLION DOLLARS). Maybe I can use that money to support your v!agra business. Who knows? I might even splurge for some c!alis.

Hugs and Kisses,
Rori

P.S. [email protected] just emailed me and there’s a problem with my PayPal account that I need to log in and fix immediately. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you?

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We all need to hear it once in awhile, don’t we? You are sexy. You are sooooo sexy. I want you.

From my bedroom window, I saw the girl next door prance down the walk and sling her purse into the car. She crawled in after it, her hair thrown up into a mess ponytail and her lightly tanned midriff peaking our under her light purple sweat suit. She had the sneakers. She had the ipod. She was definitely going to the gym. It wasn’t like she was all beautified to go to a part or even to work.

And yet, I had the urge to run out of my house, flag her down, get her to roll down the window, and whisper in her ear, “You are so sexy…”

I should have. We all need to hear it from time to time.

“Style” has nothing to do with it. Sexy isn’t about looks. It’s about that feeling, that burning, that I-want-to-fuck-you lust.

What is sexy to you, readers? When you see another woman or man, what makes you think “damnnnnn” ? When do your feel your sexiest?

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