Monday, February 20, 2017

Top 3 Things Couples Fight About; And How to Kiss & Make Up!

What are the top 3 things couples fight about? Judith Wright and Bob Wright, couple’s counselors and authors of the new book The Heart Of The Fight, A Couple’s Guide to Fifteen Common Fights, What They Really Mean, and How They Can Bring You Closer, have it figured out. The top three issues are 1.) “blaming each other” for stuff going wrong,” 2.) “domestic disputes” over the other person’ annoying habits around the house, (making them seem like an a-hole roommate rather than your spouse,) and 3.) fighting over money.

  1. Who is to Blame: The Blame Game 

Here the fight is over who is at fault “for a lousy vacation, a crummy restaurant choice, an obnoxious visitor overstaying their welcome, or the argument itself,” they say. “Getting caught in the Blame Game often results in endless loops of dissatisfaction with no real change,” as couples end up resenting and staying mad at each other over something that is kind of stupid.

  1. Domestic Disputes: Up and Down Toilet Seats, Household Chores…

Another common fight is “Petty squabbles such as disagreements about chores, toilet seats, and a range of domestic disputes from who’s washing the dishes, picking up the kids, making dinner, and doing the laundry to arguing over how chores should be done. These are often fights over the distribution of duties or demeaning each other’s domestic contributions.” In other words, whoever is the bigger slob or lazy ass has no idea that the other person is sort of low-grade mad at them — for fairly petty things that are negotiable and solvable.

  1. Dueling Over Dollars 

This is super common, they say. “Financial feuds—about making money, spending it, using it the way you want, and managing it are volatile topics for many couples. These fights range from “We can’t afford that.” to “You’re such a cheapskate.” Or, it may begin innocently enough, with one person saying “Why don’t you ask for a raise?” But concern can easily turn into anger when one person says to the other something like “You’re just not motivated to get ahead and make something of yourself.” Or even worse, “When are you going to a get a real job?” Ouch. A penis shrinker.

But the good news is that there are ways–or things to tell each other, they say, they that will help you make up. 

“Acknowledge the truth:” “Whatever the argument, acknowledge the truth in what the other person is saying. In the middle of a fight,  saying something like, “Yeah, but..” does not work, they say. “Try being quiet after you acknowledge what is true,” they advise and say something like “Yes, I agree that I didn’t do what you asked me to.” This one is hard for people to admit, and most people don’t want to submit and admit. Just acknowledging the truth of the situation could help solve the issue and help to do change it.

“Take 100% Responsibility for your own satisfaction:” “Too often, we are expecting the other person to read our mind or know what we need or really want,” they say. Instead, tell them directly what you want and need, not in a blaming kind of way. Identify what you want and say it straight rather than punishing them for not satisfying you.” Men especially don’t take hints well or read women’s minds. Tell your love what you want instead of just getting mad because you’re not getting what you want! Otherwise, he/she may never know!

“Fight for, not against: “Too often we keep arguing just to win the fight, not because we are going for anything,” they note. “Instead, stop and ask yourself what you are fighting for (rather than just resisting their point of view). Complaining is fighting against something, but when you can find and express what you really yearn and hope for, that will help take you where you want to go,” say the couple, who have been counseling couples for 30 years. Stop fighting, start kissing, and go make up.

The couple’s new book is now available on Amazon.

 

“Tempt The Ocean” by Agnès de Savigny – FREE Book Excerpt

This spicy page-turner from new author Angnès de Savigny has it all. Spine-tingling adventure, fun to follow characters, heart-racing romantic suspense – and let’s not beat around the bush here – incredibly hot sex.

Books usually sit on my nightstand for weeks on end, but I finished this juicy romp in just a few sittings because I had to know whether this rogue French sailor was a good guy or a bad guy and whether my heroine was going to make it out alive! And okay, the steamy scenes in between the political intrigue are also truly irresistible.

Imagine my delight when Ms. de Savigny said yes to posting an excerpt! Sneak this onto your lover’s kindle for Christmas and let the fireworks begin.

Synopsis

Tempt the Ocean‘s reluctant heroine is plucked from the self-isolation of her apartment and thrown into a harrowing sailing adventure down the west coast of Africa. She puts her life in the hands of Xavier, a handsome sailor with a mysterious past who battles his own demons. The heroine begins to question her trust of Xavier and the wisdom of her decision in the face of high seas pirates, slave traders, corrupt island magnates, jealous lovers, Canadian bureaucracy, and an evil nemesis with a hideous scar. Ultimately she must learn to trust her own wits and will to survive.

Excerpt from “Tempt The Ocean,” Courtesy of the Author

Tempt the OceanI could hear Xavier’s muffled voice coming from the cockpit above me. He was speaking rapid French. He was much more animated when speaking his native language than when he spoke English to me. I assumed he was talking on his mobile—he spoke on his phone whenever he had the time. I was surprised he could still get a signal even though we were only a hundred or so miles off the coast of Africa. But maybe it wasn’t a great signal, given that he was shouting, and saying ‘pardon?’ a lot. I heard him swear in exasperation and slam the phone down. Then it was quiet.

I never did get to sleep, and when Xavier came to get me for my watch I was already dressed in the rain gear. He had made the offer to sit with me in the cockpit for a bit at the start of all my shifts, since the night the radio traffic had spooked me. I looked forward to those moments when our duties overlapped, and we could let our minds wander in lackadaisical conversation. Xavier had other ideas this time. He was more tired than I was, and kept the talk sweet but brisk. I invited him into some easy exchange but he was more interested in finding a pillow. I let it go.

There were no mysterious voices during either of my watches that night. The excitement emerged instead as a drop-dead gorgeous sunrise at the end. The sky lightened and glowed pink as the stars faded. The early morning hue covered the distant clouds with a candy coating. As the sun itself began to poke up on the horizon, Xavier appeared at the doorway, hair disheveled like it was when I first met him. He rubbed his eyes and stubbly cheeks with his slender fingers. He was no longer wearing his rain gear—he stood completely nude. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, skeptical about the sight of me curled up on my side along the ivory bench seat, half asleep.

Through semi-closed eyes I watched his effortless steps cross the cockpit lounge, where he tucked himself into the space at the crook of my waist.

“You’re naked,” I mumbled, stating the obvious.

“And you are not,” he replied, playing with the voluminous fabric of my borrowed rain pants. “How’s the sailing?”

I could tell he was goading me. I twisted my shoulders flat to get a better look at him.

“Everything’s fine,” I promised, reaching to touch his naked leg in a gesture of assurance. I knew there were no boats anywhere around us—I’d just looked.

He sat back against me, surveying the horizon. He stretched one arm out across my legs as if they were the back of the bench seat. Without looking he picked up my assuring hand with his other one and kissed it warmly.

“Aren’t you hot in all this rain gear?” he challenged, his attention now on the heavy sleeve of my jacket.

“No,” I said, tightening the jacket around me. It was still early and the light morning wind had a chill to it. Never mind I was too sleepy to move much. I was also self-conscious about having nothing on underneath, despite the events of the previous afternoon.

Our eyes locked in an unspoken stand-off. He still had my hand in his and, as if not to startle me with any unexpected moves, lowered it slowly to the seat. He shifted his leg to pin my hand underneath his thigh. He took advantage of my dismay as a distraction and caught me completely off guard for his follow-up move. He grabbed my free hand, which had been casually resting across my waist, and held it against the back of the seat with a firm grip while his resting arm appeared from nowhere to pull down the zipper of my rain gear.

“No!” I shouted in surprise, although I was laughing. I easily slipped my pinned hand out from under his bare leg and grabbed at his wrist to stop him from completely unzipping me. He was already half way down by the time I got a good hold and though I made the unzipping more difficult for him, his strength made my effort virtually futile. By the time he had reached the buckle near the bottom of the inflatable life-jacket, I was merely holding on to enjoy the sensation of his muscles flexing under my fingers. I didn’t even notice him let go of my other hand when he needed both of his to undo the harness.

“Success!” he giggled at me, pushing back the lifejacket to get through the last of the jacket’s zipper. He folded back the front of the rain gear, peeling me like the soft ripening fruit I was.

“You are naked!” He imitated me. His hand generously caressed my freshly exposed belly. He grinned at me as his hand moved to warm each breast with a gentle knead. I returned his smile, allowing him his small victory.

He relaxed against my middle, stretching his arm back out across my hips. I rested my hand back on his bare leg, enjoying the sensation of his muscles working to counterbalance the boat’s constant motion.

“I must get to the business of sailing my boat,” he teased with a shrug, abandoning his initiation of my arousal. I could see when he stood up that he was abandoning his own as well. He indicated the console at the end of the cockpit. “I will be over there, if you care to get up and join me.”

I cursed his tight ass as he moved away from me.

I struggled upright with great difficulty, letting the jacket and harness slip off behind me. Goose bumps rose from my naked skin at the cool ocean breeze, pinching my bare nipples into upright perkiness. I knew, even though I did not look to confirm it, that he was watching my every move.

I attempted a graceful stagger to the console, bracing myself along the bench seat for balance. Xavier reached out to me with one hand when I came close enough, and pulled me into a tight embrace. The cold console wheel grazed the skin of my back, sending light shivers up my spine. I snuggled closer to Xav.

I wrapped myself around him, drawing heat against the morning breezes that caressed us from the sea. I tilted my head up and met his lips—warm, wet, and salty. We let our tongues play together in a pretense of devouring each other. I slid my hands down the hard lines of his back to the muscles of his ass and squeezed. His own hand caressed the small of my back before continuing across the dimple at the base of my spine. He paused a moment to snap the elastic waistband of the rain pants with a chuckle before sliding his hand under to curve over the arc of my bare ass beneath.

“What about those pants?” he taunted. He slipped his fingers between my legs and slid them up the middle as far as they would go.

“Stop it!” I squealed with a grin. My fingers dug into his taut butt cheeks. He eased his teasing and slid his hand out. I relaxed in the lull, fully aware of the wet heat that was left between my legs where his hand had been.

He pulled back, gazing at me with those ocean-deep eyes. He had a hard time breaking away to scan the horizon.

About The Author

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Agnès de Savigny has lived and worked in England, Canada, France, and Mexico.

She has travelled to every continent except Antarctica, and dipped her toes in every ocean except the Arctic.

Her casual adventures have taken her sailing across both the Atlantic and Indian oceans, horseback riding on the beach in New Zealand with a hot cowboy, salsa dancing in Granada with a hot Venezuelan instructor, and playing drums in Zanzibar with a group of hot musicians.

She has flirted around the globe.

When not gallivanting around the world or making up stories about tortured romantic souls, she can be found at home cuddling with kittens and/or her sweetheart.

Buy her book Tempt The Ocean on Amazon here.

Excerpt: Erotica for the Slightly Adventurous Man by Mandi James

Excerpt: Erotica for the Slightly Adventurous Man by Mandi James

Roger suffers from Everyman’s problem: how do I come across as a good guy just wanting some female companionship, and not a creep?

Enter Mandi, the answer to that centuries’ old question: good-looking, experimental, non-judgmental. A woman who knows what she wants—but what she doesn’t want right now is a relationship.

Just some quality time with the right man.

This six short-story collection introduces Mandi and Roger, a not-friends-with-benefits couple who see each other on a needs-only basis.


 

Excerpt (from the short story THE MEETING)

“My name is Mandi and I am addicted to public sex,” I say quietly, brushing my red-blonde hair from my eyes. I’m looking down, trying to appear demure, but already I’m beginning to feel the urge.

grab-cover“Hello Mandi,” the group replies. They look uncomfortable sitting on those dreadful 70s collapsible folding chairs. Weighty grey things scraping the floor as people straggle in with their coffee and tea. Quiet choruses of “excuse me” and “not a problem” intersperse with the din of shifting chairs and padded thunks of bottoms on seats, bags on floor. I’m so bored. I just want to fuck. Is that so much to ask?

I am at a Nympho Anonymous meeting. I am kidding, of course. There’s a more genteel moniker. But here is where I am this evening, looking for you. I don’t know who you are yet, but I will know you when I see you. I confess I’m not quite ready to reach sexual sobriety and am counting on you to be right there with me.

“I’m not exactly an exhibitionist,” I continue having paused while the shuffling died down. The room is now mine.

“I don’t need to be seen. In fact, I prefer not to be seen. I guess that’s the allure for me.” A few heads nod. People stir their coffee. We’re all nymphos here so nothing under the sun is new. I know it’s all in the telling. Presentation is where I shine. My looks don’t hurt either: tall, naturally strawberry blonde, dark green eyes. I am purposely dressed modestly: ankle-length skirt and long-sleeved blouse hide the lack of panties and the peek-a-boo bra. I call it my missionary costume.

At this point, you enter the room; I can see in a moment I am just the person you’re seeking. We don’t need to speak to communicate. We lock eyes but a nanosecond and the sizzle tells me we both feel it. I see a flash of lightning. It’s going to be a good meeting.

About the Author: Mandi James

I write erotica and romance, including: light BDSM, spankings, public sex, and casual encounters.

In my spare time I suffer greatly as an actuary, but manage to find time to take long hot bubble baths with my sexy, nubile girlfriends. We giggle, kiss, paddle each other’s bums and then I write about it.

Alright, I made that part up.

Social Media Links

Twitter | Website

Where to buy this short story collection:

Amazon US | Amazon CA | Amazon UK

“Orgasm” Authors Ask Women 9 Questions To Find Their Best Orgasm

When it comes to the female orgasm, there’s a lot of mystery, negativity, and wrong information surrounding it. You might have heard that they take a long time and are really hard to have. You also might have heard that they have to be mind-blowingly amazing and happen at the same time as your partner. Sure – all of these can be true and you might have experienced some. But it’s only part of the story.

Female orgasms comes in all different shapes, sizes, and strength.

There’s no one right way to orgasm. And what’s the best orgasm ever to one person might be the norm to someone else. As I wrote in a past post:

Not all orgasms are created equal. In fact they come in all different intensities, ranging from a quiet whisper to a full body, roll-over-and-pass-out-immediately, earth shattering release. Click here to read more.

The problem is as women we don’t really talk about our orgasms with other women. It’s so easy to assume that what gets you off also works for everyone. There definitely are some things that work for most (vibrators and oral sex I’m talking to you!). But no one thing works for everyone, every time. This also means that what you like, and what qualifies as the best orgasm to you, can change over time.

Part of what makes orgasms so fun is how much variety there is.

When you talk about your experiences and hear about others’ you realize there are so many different and awesome things that get people off. There are so many new things you can play with and explore. But you have to learn about them first!

This need to talk about the Big O more is exactly what inspired Linda Troeller and Marion Schneider to create Orgasm: Photographs and Interviews. In it, they interviewed 25 women of all different ages, nationalities, and social backgrounds about what turns them on and what gets them off. Here are a few of the things the women used to come:

  • Fingers
  • Fantasies
  • A vibrator
  • A shower head
  • Paint brushes
  • A hair brush handle

The women also talked about some things they needed in order to have their orgasm. These included:

  • A deep connection with their partner
  • Love
  • Sunshine
  • Water
  • Safety
  • Feeling relaxed
  • Feeling free

With both of these lists, you probably see some things that surprise you and others that are super familiar. Hopefully some of the surprising ones inspire new fantasies and sexy ideas! The bigger message, and the best thing about sex generally, is that there’s something for everyone.

The other thing they shared is which parts of their bodies were key to their orgasm. For some it was their clitoris or g-spot. Others, their breasts or booty.

Self-pleasure is important for orgasm.

The women knew all this because they spent their time exploring and playing with their pleasure. In fact, many had their first and/or strongest orgasm on their own. For some it was intentional: they decided to explore what felt good. For others, it was an oopsie – something felt good and they kept doing and then they came. Some of the women didn’t even recognize their first orgasm for what it was. Believe it or not, this is way more common than you’d think.

The common theme is that you have the power to create your orgasm. It’s something that comes from your body (and brain), not that someone or something else gives you. You create that pleasure. Pretty amazing huh?! To do this though, you need to know what you like and what you don’t. Self-pleasure is one part of that, especially if you already do it regularly. You might also feel more comfortable exploring with your partner. Or doing both.

What ultimately matters for creating a more intimate, adventurous, and satisfying sex life is that you know what brings you to orgasm, you play with and explore new things, and you practice what works, however many times each week is right for you.

9 Questions to Ask Yourself for the Best Orgasm

To learn about the woman’s orgasms, the book’s creators asked them a series of five questions. Writing down your answers to these is a fun way to figure out what you need to have your best orgasm.

1) What does the word orgasm mean to you?
2) Can you remember your first orgasm?
3) Can you remember your strongest orgasm?
4) Do you have fantasies when you create or experience an orgasm?
5) What is the future of orgasm in society/in the world?

Answering these is super helpful if you struggle to orgasm or want stronger, more regular climaxes. Questions 2-3 are extra important because they help you figure out what was happening when you came the first time and the best time. Here are some four more questions to answer as you describe your first and strongest orgasm.

Visit Kait for the last 4 questions!

“Woman On Fire” By Amy Jo Goddard – Book Review & Giveaway!

We are giving away this fabulous new book by Amy Jo Goddard – ENTERTOWIN this October!

Woman on Fire: 9 Elements to Wake Up Your Erotic Energy, Personal Power, and Sexual Intelligence

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by Amy Jo Goddard

Print Length: 317 pages

Amy Jo Goddard’s new book “Woman on Fire” is a Phoenix of sexual empowerment rising from the cultural ashes of sexual shame to allow women to claim their power and erotic energy so they can emerge as whole beings who are “not broken”.

Throughout Amy Jo Goddard’s career as a sex educator and sexual empowerment coach, she has met countless women who thought they were sexually “broken”. Her message to them is that they are “NOT broken” and this book offers them the resources, sex education, and skills they need to release shame and become empowered.

This is not just a book of sex tips. It is an entire philosophy intended to weave the tattered threads of our individual (and cultural) sexuality into a complete and beautiful tapestry of self-actualization and wholeness.

Goddard teaches a holistic approach to sexuality that encompasses all aspects of our erotic evolution from physical and emotional, to psychological and spiritual. She shows us how to release past guilt and shame, nurture self-love and body acceptance, find our sexual voice and authenticity, allow ourselves permission to enjoy pleasure and desire, as well as claiming our personal power and sexual confidence, so we can become more fulfilled as human beings and learn how to thrive, not only sexually, but in all ways.

Based on twenty years experience as a sex educator, Goddard has created 9 elements of sexual empowerment that people should master so they can “live vibrantly” and enjoy a sexually gratifying life. These make up the individual chapters in her book:

  1. Voice: Excavate and Rewrite Your Sexual Story
  2. Release: Make Space for the Sexual Self You’ve Been Waiting For
  3. Emotion: Show Up as Emotionally Powerful
  4. Body: Know and Radically Accept Your Body
  5. Desire: Activate Desire and Create a Sexual Practice
  6. Permission: Give Yourself Permission to Be Erotically Authentic
  7. Play: Develop Sexual Skills and Remember How to Play
  8. Home: Build Sexual Confidence and Come Home to You
  9. Fire: Use your Dynamic Sexual Energy to Live Vibrantly

Each chapter is like a key, unlocking the secret doors into sexual awakening, that before now have been hidden in silence, shadows, ignorance and shame. Throughout the book, Goddard guides us through these elements using personal stories from women and her years of experience and wisdom. She teaches us that sexual energy is the core power of our creativity that when properly harnessed can lead to awesome transformation, empowerment and the realization of our desires.

This book is like a flame in the darkness leading us to the light so we can all experience the joy of sexual enlightenment, become empowered, experience more pleasure, and have more fulfillment in our sexual relationships.

If you feel you are sexually “broken”, then this is the book for you. It will help you find the tools and resources you need to cultivate your sexual brilliance and learn to burn brightly like a “Woman on Fire”.

Woman on Fire: 9 Elements to Wake Up Your Erotic Energy, Personal Power, and Sexual Intelligence

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Amy Jo Goddard on Ted Talks: “Owning Your Sexual Power”

High Holiday Porn – FREE Excerpt From Eytan Bayme’s Memoir

We all have embarrassing stories from our youth, awkward moments when we were painfully figuring out who we were and who we were attracted to. With High Holiday Porn, Eytan Bayme’s hilarious new memoir, these moments never stop. It’s out of the frying pan into the fire for this young Orthodox Jewish kid from the Bronx struggling to fit in and get a girlfriend amidst the onslaught of male adolescence. He’s a good boy with his heart in the right place, but other parts of his anatomy have different ideas – and this central conflict creates plenty of laugh-out-loud moments.

Guaranteed to make you cringe while remembering your own self-discovery, you’ll be cheering for Eytan as he navigates the world from age six through his gut-wrenching teens. 

We’re thrilled to offer you a free excerpt below, to whet your appetite for the full monty. Enjoy!

High Holiday Porn Synopsis

High Holiday Porn is the story of an Orthodox boy in the Bronx who discovers masturbation during Passover dinner as a child, gets caught with porn on Yom Kippur, fantasizes about marrying his grade school classmate (if only he could get up the nerve to speak to her), and finally figures out that the way into a girl’s pants is through her heart. But maybe the heart is all that ever mattered anyway.

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Excerpt from High Holiday Porn – Chapter 16

HIGH HOLIDAY PORN Copyright © 2015 by Eytan Bayme & reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Press, LLC.

A few months later, during morning prayers, Jack told me something strange.

“Hannah told me that Tamar told her that she likes you,” “What the shit?” I said.

“I’m just repeating what I heard.”

Jack was in the academically rigorous classes, so I didn’t see him much during the day, but we sat next to each other at prayers and killed time by quoting lines from The Simpsons.

“That’s so stupid,” I said, feigning disgust. “You’re blushing.”

“No, I’m not.”

Aside from TV, telling jokes, and perhaps the effects of microwaving household objects, I didn’t want my male friends to think I cared about anything, especially not girls. My intense longing for physical contact, which had led me to hoard the lingerie pages from Caldor catalogs, were known only by me. Even the simple act of liking a girl didn’t fit into the cool persona I was trying to cultivate. I was a loner with a quick wit and a street sensibility, who tucked only the front of my oxford shirts into my pleated pants and slicked back my hair Pat Riley–style before covering it with a yarmulke. Needy women only held me back in my pursuit of being the coolest yeshiva high school student. So I let the subject of Tamar drop and moved onto Homer’s more memorable lines from the previous night’s Simpsons.

Secretly, though, I felt like there was magic in the air. An actual, physical girl was interested in me, a creepy public nose-picker, the former “rocker.” In my head I saw Julie Andrews spinning on the side of a lush green mountain in the Alps. “Wonder of Wonders,” the song that the lowly tailor in Fiddler on the Roof sings when Tevye grants him permission to marry his daughter, played on a loop in my mind.

Was Tamar desirable? Yes, of course. She was a cute girl with longish red hair who wore the same ankle-length black skirts that all the other girls in our grade wore. She was very pretty, but the point was that she liked me.

“What should I do?” I finally asked Jack after I felt as though enough time had passed to bring the matter up again.

“About what?”

“You know,” I said evasively, “that chick. Whatsherface.” “I don’t know? Talk to her, I guess.”

Easier said than done. Tamar belonged to a pool of girls in my class who I thought about often and in compromising situations. I had imagined us as a jungle-dwelling couple swinging together from trees wearing only loincloths, and I had wondered what it would feel like to be an old king suffer- ing from pneumonia with Tamar as a young maidservant warming me with her body heat. So vivid were these fantasies that I felt they might somehow leak out of my mind and into any conversation I attempted to have with her.

We should walk deep into a forest together, I might randomly blurt,

or, I want to die at the same exact moment that you die, could come out of my mouth and Tamar would swiftly erase any interest she originally entertained. Instead, I took a deep breath and tried to talk to her about less-graphic and more administrative, easier-to-navigate topics.

“Can I borrow a pen?” I asked her one afternoon after taking a seat next to her in English class.

“Yes,” she said and handed me an expensive-looking, fine- tipped implement with a window along the shaft displaying the ink inside. “Don’t steal it,” she added with a smile.

“I promise I’ll give it back,” I said soberly. “Thank you.”

I pulled off the cap and marveled at the continuous black lines that the pen left on a piece of loose-leaf paper I had picked up off the floor. I felt honored that Tamar trusted me with such a fine writing utensil and doubted that she would lend it to just any schmo classmate who asked her for one.

As we sat next to each other in silence, I thought about keeping her pen safe. I would give it back to her right after class, maybe even before it ended so she wouldn’t have to feel awkward asking for it. I wanted to make the transaction as easy as possible for her. In fact, since I barely ever took notes in class and spent my time sketching Smurf-like dwarves in- stead, I decided that I would save her ink and not draw any- thing. For the next forty-five minutes I would anticipate giving Tamar her pen back.

As I stared at it laying on my desk, Hannah, Tamar’s friend, turned around from her seat in front of me.

“You guys are so cute!” she whisper-squealed at the two of us.

Immediately, I froze up.

Why would she say that? What is cute about us? What is

“us”? I had barely ever spoken a word to Hannah, but now I wanted to scream at her. What are you trying to do! I’m just here borrowing a pen. I’m not some psycho who sits next to girls to look cute beside them!

“Shut up, Hannah,” Tamar said through her perfectly spaced teeth and plump red lips. She was upset, too, and I wondered why. Does she not think we are cute? Does she not want to be associated with me? Oh God, I thought, that would be even worse than being called cute. Perhaps Jack’s info was all wrong and Tamar didn’t like me at all and was disgusted by being referred to as “guys” with me.

Hannah made her mouth crooked in a look that said, Jesus, relax, before turning back around to face the teacher.

For the rest of the class, I sat silently staring ahead at the back of Hannah’s skinny neck, wondering if by sitting next to Tamar, I had made it too obvious that I was interested in her. Perhaps she had wanted to begin a secret love affair, and by sitting too close, I had come on stronger than she preferred and spoiled the mood.

Tamar and I had reached our end too soon. I imagined myself layered in the latest J. Crew designs near a New En- gland pond on a blustery gray day. I knelt down and touched the damp earth as I thought about the love that could have been. A crow with no capacity to show emotion landed next to me and flitted his wings, and I heaved my breath and com- mitted to attempting to go on with my solitary life.

I took the pen in my hand and held it as though I was going to take notes. If this was the end of Tamar liking me, I wanted to relish in the warmth of what her property meant in my possession. The pen had represented the closest attachment I had formed with a girl and it was a moment that I needed to remember vividly.

When the bell rang, Tamar turned to me. “Eytan?” she said.

“Yes?” I responded, feeling like a dog at an adoption center. Would she forgive the mess I had made, take me home, and make me hers? Or would she leave me here to get euthanized if nobody came around in the next week?

“Do you want to call me?” she asked.

It was like being asked if I wanted a winning lottery ticket. Yes, goddamnit. I do want to call you. Just tell me when. I could leave school early so the phone rings the moment you step inside your house. For fifteen years, girls had been interested in me only in my imagination. Over the years, I had married scores of classmates in my mind. I had fathered countless children with them, charmed each and every one of their parents, and weathered multiple complicated divorces. Sometimes, in bed with the lights out, I would live out two or three love affairs a night. It was a tumultuous and heart-wrenching era for me, and now I would finally be given a chance to live out a real, live relationship. I could barely speak.

“Okay,” I whispered almost inaudibly.

“You don’t have to,” she said, sounding hurt.

“No, no, I do!” I cried. “I just don’t have your phone number.”

Tamar put her hand out toward me and I hesitated a moment before slapping her five.

“The pen,” she said.

“Oh, sorry.” I had been clutching it so hard that it was slimy from my sweat, so I put it under my armpit and wiped it off on my shirt before presenting it to her in an open palm, like a ring on a pillow.

“Ew,” she said softly while clawing it between her thumb and forefinger and dropping it into her open knapsack.

“My bad,” I said.

Tamar took a second pen from her bag and scribbled her

phone number down on a scrap of paper. As I glanced over the magical ten digits, the first phone number a girl had ever given me, I imagined they were a secret pass code to a treasure chest of riches. All I had to do was type them into a phone and I had direct access to a chick who wanted to hear from me.

“I should call you tonight?”

“Whenever,” she said, before exiting the classroom.

High Holiday Porn is available now on Amazon.

Eytan Bayme Biography

Eytan Bayme’s hilariously honest memoir is the true story of how an anxious boy finally stops masturbating in public, gets the girl, grows up, and begrudgingly makes peace with the unfairness of life and love. It’s a heartwarming, fantasy-laden, usually embarrassing, sometimes raunchy and always outrageous look at coming of age. Bayme’s stories of young love, fitting in, and social pressure will resonate with anyone who ever felt awkward growing up.

Born in 1980 in New York City, EYTAN BAYME studied at yeshivas in New York and New Jersey until age eighteen. He spent a year in the West Bank before earning a bachelor’s degree in English from McGill University. His writing has been featured by College Humor, the Wassaic Art Project, and New York University. He currently lives in London. This is his first book.

 

Free Excerpt: “O Wow – Discovering Your Ultimate Orgasm” By Jenny Block

On the heels of National Orgasm Day this past Saturday, Jenny Block’s new book “O Wow” will be released tomorrow, Tuesday, August 11th, 2015, the follow up to her juicy Lambda award-winning first book Open: Love, Sex, and Life in as Open Marriage.

If you’ve read any of Ms. Block’s work on the Huffington Post, Playboy, AskMen and more, then you know her empowered female voice. Who better to clue us all in about exactly why we should be coming regularly for better health – mentally, emotionally and physically?

This book covers the ‘bread and butter’ clitoral orgasm, but also the A, U & G spots, anal orgasms and multiple orgasms. There’s also a chapter called ‘Mysterious Orgasms’ – you’re going to have to discover that one for yourself. Lucky for all of us, Sexpert.com has a sneak preview free excerpt below to whet your appetite for more!

O Wow by Jenny Block

Book Excerpt from “O Wow” by Jenny Block
Chapter One – Decoding Female orgasm

It’s time for a revolution of the orgasmic kind. It’s time for every woman to embark on a search for her ultimate orgasm. It’s going to be the most pleasurable and the most powerful revolution yet. Women who regularly experience ultimate orgasms have the power to change, well, everything. It’s the easiest, most delicious proposition ever. All we have to do is come.

The idea for this revolution came from a painful and entirely unscien-tific experiment: I came and then I didn’t. That is, I had sex and enjoyed orgasms—with a partner and without. And I refrained from having sex and denied myself orgasms—with a partner and with myself. Sounds simple, I know. But it’s bigger than it sounds, because it’s about coming, and yet it isn’t. It’s about denial and satisfaction, and it’s about what happens to our bodies, minds, and spirits when we withhold versus when we give in to release.

Without orgasm, I am tired and in pain. I am lethargic and unmoti-vated. My creativity is as a dried well. I am closed, quick to lose hope and even quicker to temper. With orgasm, well, it’s the opposite all around.

Women are overburdened, overstressed, overworked, and underpaid.

I wish we could turn all of that around in one day. Equal pay. Equal protection. Equal everything all around.

But I’m a realist, and I know that isn’t going to happen overnight. Gloria Steinem, Audre Lorde, Adrienne Rich, Camille Paglia, and so many others have been fighting the good fight and writing the right words for generations, and although we have come miraculously far, we are still woefully behind.

I have discovered a crack in the wall, though. I have uncovered one space where our inequality is evident and from which we can derive great power—female orgasm. It is both concrete and metaphorical. If we owned it and harnessed it and made it our own, we could almost certainly turn things around overnight.

Orgasm is the base of all female power. Detach from it and we literally repress ourselves, our power, and our ability to rise. Connect to it and we are a force to be reckoned with, the likes of which no one has ever seen.

To do that, we first must ask: Why has female orgasm been relegated to the shadows for so long?

1. It empowers women.

It’s a sad fact of life: Things that empower women often get quashed and squashed and stamped on and out. Voting. Revealing bathing suits. Abortion. Birth control. Need I go on? If women are in control of their orgasms, they don’t need men. They can still want them. But they don’t need them to “make” them come. Being in control of your own orgasm is liberation to the nth degree.

2. It involves admitting that the female body is equal to—or better than—a man’s.

If female orgasm is as important as male orgasm, then the female body is as good as the male body, which means—gasp—women themselves are just as important. Because women don’t generally orgasm from the act that causes procreation, women’s pleasure has taken a backseat to men’s and women, all too often, have taken a backseat to men. It’s time for us to be in the driver’s seat.

3. Men don’t understand it.

No matter how much you study or read or experiment in the field, if you can’t have a female orgasm, you can never truly understand female orgasm. You can learn the mechanics. You can hear the explanations. But only a woman can tell you how female orgasm feels—and even then, she can only tell you how it feels for her.

4. It’s not easy or instant or simple.

Female orgasm is not quick, and male orgasm often is. Female orgasm is not simple, and male orgasm often is. We live in a male-centric world. Ground zero is always the male experience. That is the problem when it comes to female orgasm: It’s judged against male orgasm, and that simply doesn’t make any sense. When it comes to female orgasm, the only ground zero is the woman having that orgasm.

5. It seems selfish to worry about it.

Women have been made to believe that female orgasm is superfluous. That it’s extra. That it’s a #firstworldproblem. Male orgasm is coddled and revered and covered by health insurance. Female orgasm is ridiculed and pooh-poohed. Women who care about it are selfish whores. Good girls lie back and say, “Thank you. That felt very nice.” And don’t tell their partners what it is that they actually desire.

6. It’s sexual and women aren’t supposed to be sexual—or, if they are, it has to be for men.

Women are sexual. Men are sexual and women are sexual. Women’s sexuality is not founded in or based on male sexuality. It does not exist for men. It exists very happily without men. Women can choose to share their sexuality with men, but they get to choose and define what that means and how that looks. Otherwise, what on earth is the point? If you’re not trying to make a baby, why have intercourse with a man who doesn’t make you come? If you want closeness, cuddle. If you want romance, have a candlelit dinner. If you want intimacy, take a long, hot bubble bath together. But why have intercourse so that he can come and you can lie in bed awake with blue box? That simply makes no sense, and it’s time for this nonsense to stop.

Pre-order your copy today – tomorrow it hits the shelves!

Jenny Block

Jenny Block is a writer and the author of O Wow: Discovering Your Ultimate Orgasm and the Lambda Award-Winning book Open: Love, Sex, and Life in as Open Marriage. Her writing appears in and on HuffingtonPost.com, Playboy.com, AsMen.com, Curve Magazine, Dallas Voice, Edge Media Network, and many others. You can find her at www.thejennyblock.com

It’s Time For Sixty Nine: Joyful Gay Sex

 

Here’s a hot coffee table book that will have your house guests ignoring you while they gawk at the steamy pics of yummy gay boy eye candy. The book Sixty Nine; Joyful Gay Sex Featuring Cockyboys celebrates gay sexuality in a new era. No shame, no apologies, just cute boys showing each other some love.

“Anything but a conventional photo book, Sixty Nine shows how joyful gay sex can be, in every situation and location,” says the book’s publisher. “The sweet boys showcase their favorite positions, accompanied with a passionate essay by CockyBoys masterminds Jake Jaxson & RJ Sebastian. Sixty Nine represents the feeling of a new generation.”

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A Couples Guide To Greater Sexual Intimacy By Dr. Dawn Michael – Interview With The Author

Dr. Dawn Michael‘s new book touches on a broad range of sexual issues that couples deal with in and out of the bedroom. We had the chance to interview her about the book and ask for some details on what she witnesses in her sexual therapy practice every day.

Dr. Michael holds a PhD in Human Sexuality from The Institute for Advanced Studies in Human Sexuality and is a certified member of the American College of Sexologists International. In addition to her private practice, she continues her interest in teaching, writing, lecturing and developing systems in the field of sexuality, psychology, communications and relationships.

Couples guide by Dawn Michael

INTERVIEW with Dr. Dawn Michael, author of A Couples Guide To Greater Sexual Intimacy

Q. Why do you think a guide to sexual intimacy is important for couples? 

As I always say to my clients, “Anyone can have sex, but not everyone can have intimate sex, the sex that connects people. It is not about intercourse.” My guide book is not just for couples who are experiencing sexual issues, but also for couples that want to spice up the relationship they’re in, or learn new things about each other’s bodies and fantasies. The bottom line is they should be having fun in the bedroom! I find with the ‘workbook’ format, couples really get results.

When doing the “homes” assignments, for example, we focus on pleasure, erotic fantasies, understanding boundaries and how to feel comfortable trying new things to make the connection deeper and more intimate.  Couples can talk for hours about a problem and never resolve it, yet with a few touch exercises it is amazing how these once big problems can be dealt with in a new way.      

Q. What sorts of issues are couples dealing with, in your experience with your practice? 

There are a number of issues that I deal with every day, and ones that repeat over and over again. Some couples have performance issues where they are not able to function sexually and need help physically and emotionally. I deal with couples with different levels of desire, so they need help figuring out where they can meet halfway and still have a rewarding sex life.  There are couples that have been through childbirth or that want to get pregnant, couples that are bored with sex.  Then there are plenty of cases involving the complexity of changing hormones and issues surrounding aging.  

Q. Can you give us an example of a practical piece of information that couples can take to the bedroom? 

When we do the intimacy exercises, it is about relaxing and letting go, not having to worry about performance.  The couples gets to know each other’s bodies and minds slowly again with out the pressure to have intercourse.   Also, the practice is about each person taking responsibility and taking turns initiating so that it is not always one person initiating or one person rejecting. These types of cycles get ingrained and must be changed.

Q. Is there work that couples do outside of the bedroom as well?

Yes, there are several exercises, like the loving exercise where the couple writes down how they want to be loved and then they exchange answers.  There is also a date night exercise, a kissing exercise, breathing and touching exercises.  Couples find all of these extremely helpful in getting to know each other again in a more intimate way.  This book is also a wonderful guide to new couples who are getting married to get to know each other better before marriage.

A Couples Guide To Greater Sexual Intimacy is available at Lulu.com for purchase.

Sin of Submission (Sin City Series Book 2) by Kellie Kamryn

UFC fighter, Megan Renard, is having a difficult time keeping her eye on the prize when she can’t keep her eyes off of her long-time trainer, Ryan Blake. But changing a relationship that works isn’t a sin she’s prepared to pay penance for.

Dom Ryan desires to experience Megan’s gift of submission, yet he knows taking their relationship to another level could have disastrous effects for her fighting career, not to mention their friendship. One kiss is all it takes to convince him that heaven in her arms is worth the devil’s wrath.

Determined to give her an edge in the ring before her next title fight, Ryan hires Sinclair Reed to train Megan in internal martial arts. When the FBI show up to question Sinclair on the disappearance of Megan’s opponent,  the couple get caught up in a world of underground mob clubs, and Ryan comes face to face with a Domme he’d long tried to forget. Now he fights to protect Megan not only from a lifestyle he chose to leave, but from her desire to please him at all costs.

When it’s a fight for your life, submission is a sin.


 

The tautness he kept on the leash made it easy for them to weave their way through the crowd as a unit. He led her down a dark hallway lit with overhead spotlights that created the effect of light pooling on the floor. Curtains partitioned off certain rooms, while doors marked others. An occasional slapping sound, loud groan, and a scream or two, reached her ears.

Sin_Of_Submission_500_800Perhaps she’d under-estimated her own inner strength. She’d been to clubs before, seen people having sex in dark corners, but this wasn’t like anything she’d ever imagined.

Ryan stopped at the bottom of a set of stairs, reining her in further. “I’m sorry about that,” he spoke into her ear.

“Do you mind telling me what that was all about, Sir?” She couldn’t keep the irritation out of her voice.

He dropped a kiss to the top of her head. “Remember anything I say or do is for our own good. I saw…” His voice trailed off and she followed his gaze to the top of the stairs. A blonde woman dressed as a Goth queen of the night made an imposing figure. On either side of her, were her slaves—a man and a woman, both naked save for their collars and leashes, crawled on hands and knees.

Ryan cleared his throat, and she straightened her spine, then dropped her chin, eyes trained on the floor. Judging by his reaction, Megan surmised that this must be the infamous Mistress Y, the very person who might have been one of the last people to see Denise before she disappeared.

Ryan stepped to the side, and she followed suit. A shiny pair of four-inch heeled leather boots appeared in her view. Mistress Y tugged on the leashes, and gave a one word command. “Stay.” Her pets heeled by her side.

“Well, well, Sir Blake. Never thought you’d grace the doors of my establishment again. Or at least that’s what you said the last time I saw you.” Mistress Y sniffed.

“Things change.” Ryan’s words were clipped when he spoke. Megan fought a shiver at the icy exchange. Unhelpful to her nerves, the heavy thump of the bass music they’d left behind, reverberated through the floor and into her feet.

“Perhaps your presence isn’t welcome.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Megan saw Ryan fold his arms over his chest. “I figured any patrons with money were welcome.”

“Perhaps you’ll run into…oh, what’s her name?” Mistress Yvonne waved a hand in a dismissive gesture. “She’s off performing services for me. I see you’ve found a replacement.”

Ryan bristled, and Megan longed to comfort him. Before further words were exchanged they were interrupted.

“Mistress Yvonne!”

They all turned at the sound of the new voice, which brought about a sharp tug on Megan’s leash. Bowing her head once more, she focused her gaze on the floor at her feet. Unused to being silenced or having to obey in this manner, her cheeks burned with anger both at her own folly and at Ryan’s admonishment.

“There is no need to shout.” At Mistress’s chastisement, the newcomer dropped to his knees in front of her, and placed kisses to the toes of her boots.

From her vantage-point, Megan witnessed Mistress Y procure a crop from an inner pocket of her cloak. Placing the tip under the young man’s chin, she commanded, “You may speak, and understand I won’t whip you here because I think you might have the news I’ve been waiting for.”

The slaved bowed down again. “My apologies, Mistress. Mr. da Silva is here.”

At the mention of the name, Megan’s ears perked up. Ryan stiffened beside her.

Mistress Yvonne slapped the crop into the palm of her hand. “Well, Mr. Blake—this has been an unexpected and short reunion. Pity.” From the tone of her voice, she didn’t appear sad at not having the chance to reminisce. Addressing the kneeling slave, she said, “Take these two to Dungeon Room Two. It should be unoccupied. We will be putting on a little show.”

“Perhaps you will permit me and my sub to watch your show,” Ryan cut in. “If I recall, you’re quite good with a whip.”

Megan’s eyes widened at Ryan’s suggestion. Why on earth would he suggest such a thing? Shouldn’t they be sending everyone on their way so they could follow Mistress Y to her meeting with da Silva?

When a reply wasn’t forthcoming, Ryan continued, indicating Megan. “To teach her a thing or two. All subs need a good lesson now and then. Wouldn’t you agree?”


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About the Author

Award-winning author and audio book narrator Kellie Kamryn is a retired elite gymnast and competitive coach. These days she is captain of her crew wearing many a hat: chauffeur, cook, maid, and arm chair psychologist. Even with her busy life, her sassy side comes out to play, writing stories and poetry that sweep readers away into other worlds.

Winner of the RONE (Reward of Novel Excellence) Award for Best Erotica 2012, Kellie is a workshop presenter, and motivational speaker. The Aquarian Online is where she keeps it real with her column ‘Keeping It Real with Kellie’. There you’ll find articles to assist individuals with facing life’s challenges and moving forward in order to create the story of their lives.

Readers are welcome to join her on Facebook in her Sweet & Sassy Divas and Dudes group or visit her at her website: www.kelliekamryn.com It’s the first place she mentions contests, articles and much, much more!