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Let’s Talk About Sex, Baby

It’s been quite tantalizing in the news lately, as far as lady bits are concerned. The Journal of Sexual Medicine recently confirmed lesbians experience the most orgasms, while Cosmo provided us with 28 mind-blowing lezzie sex positions. Whew! I’m getting hot already!

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The Numbers Are In…

Like we really needed science to tell us that we rule in bed. I suppose I can only speak from my own experience, but my lady can attest that I never leave her hanging. And, well, I always get mine as well. Often more than once.

According to the Journal of Sexual Medicine,

Researchers collected responses via a 2011 online questionnaire from 6,151 men and women between the ages of 21 and 65. They then only analyzed those responses of a smaller subsample of 2,850 singles — including 1,497 men and 1,353 women — who had sex within the past 12 months. Participants were asked to identify their gender, sexual orientation and percentage of time they orgasm with a familiar partner on a scale of zero to 100.

Although responses from the male participants did not vary much based on sexual orientation — heterosexual men reported an 85.5 percent orgasm rate, gay men 84.7 percent, and bisexual men 77.6 percent — responses from women showed notable variation. While heterosexual women reported orgasming 61.6 percent of the time and bisexual women reported 58 percent, lesbian women had the highest orgasm rate at 74.7 percent.

Of course the researchers examined possible reasons for their findings.

Self-identified lesbian women are more comfortable and familiar with the female body and thus, on average, are better able to induce orgasm in their female partners. Other reasonings include: length of the sexual encounter, attitude towards gender, sexual roles during intercourse and possible hormonal differences.

Perhaps these reasons are justified. Or we can just stroke our pink little egos and gloat our way into the warm, inviting -climaxing- world of our lovers.

 

Gee, Thanks Cosmo!

So, the classic celeb-gossip-ish, fashionista-ish, how-to-blow-your-man’s-mind-ish, shrink-your-chin-in-5-moves-ish, trash magazine took their eyes off the straight gal’s ass for a minute, and went diving into our world instead. Muff diving, that is. Cosmopolitan magazine produced a handy dandy guide entitled, 28 Mind-Blowing Lesbian Sex Positions, on the online version of their mag.

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The illustrations are nothing short of creative, and the positions are, well, intriguing at the very least. Upon reviewing the readers’ comments, some women disagree with how realistic some of the positions are. Others were just happy that this article even exists. Gotta say, I agree with the latter. I mean, when it comes to lesbian sex, how can you really go wrong?

 

When It All Began…A Tale From the Sexier Side

Skinny, tall, bathed in patchouly, she smiled as I approached. Little did I know she was wearing tiny, booty-bearing Calvin Klein panties under her boyish jeans. She wore them for me. She greeted me with a strong embrace. That dimpled smile gleamed with sexiness. Nervous as shit, I did not let on that I changed my outfit six times before I drove to her apartment.

She picked me up and twirled me around as she carried me into the door. Her apartment was clean and a candle flickered on a large glass coffee table. We got cozy on the couch and she went to turn on some music. Portishead. She seduced me with Portishead. The ambiance was sensational.

The hours flew by and the conversation flowed. My nerves never really calmed down, but I was careful to play it cool. I didn’t want her to know I’ve had a crush on her since high school. As the time went by, we crept closer to one another. I could not fathom that this girl actually might like me.

I was getting incredibly turned on and the heat was rising. I wanted her. It took everything in me to not tear her clothes off.
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Then in one smooth, yet swift motion, our lips collided. The heat overtook me now and her mouth was beyond delectable. Evidently this beautiful girl felt it too, because her hands were making their way beneath my shirt. The scent of passion filled the air, and we joined together like one hot lava-filled volcano. I think she tried to trick me by buckling her belt to the side, but I must have showed up her game because I got them off with one hand, while my other hand was removing her bra, unveiling two incredibly perky, small pink breasts. We somehow made our way to the bedroom, where the rest of the clothes hit the floor.

I’ll never forget that she made a point to have the light on. This was a new side of confidence that I can’t remember experiencing before. This also allowed me to experience the sight of the most delicious body I’ve ever laid my eyes on. This girl was simply breathtaking. This is also where I discovered the teeny tiny panties, and the way the bottom of her cheeks hung out just a little. An image I can never forget.

We were wild. We were intense. I was still nervous, and convinced that I was all over the place. She felt fucking amazing, and tasted even better. We moved in a harmonious rhythm, like we had done this before. Like we had invented it. It was fucking-yes- but also so much more. Lovemaking? Maybe. But that would sound too much like a dyke fairytale. It was more like an event. And we bought the only front row tickets. A sold out performance. I swear fireworks went off when she came. And she returned the favor, sending a million of my nerve endings into orbit. Was she real?

The next morning I woke up in her bed. I looked around. She was not in the room. Oh my god. I’m in her bed. The girl I had dreamed about for years. And we just had incredible sex, then held each other all night long. I was tripping. Then came the flood of self doubt. I was instantly convinced this was a one night stand and the girl of my dreams didn’t really like me.

As I was starting to get dressed and prepare to drown in my sorrows somewhere else, she came into the room with a fresh cup of coffee- and placed a sweet, long kiss on my mouth. Again, that smile. Those dimples. She said she had an amazing night, she thanked me for staying over, and she asked when she could see me again. I couldn’t believe it.

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Well believe it. That night was the first night I spent with my wife. The girl of my dreams. The girl who made me nervous and rocked my world. I write about this now because last week was the eight year anniversary of that magical night. I remember everything about it. She was adorable and sexy. She is even more adorable and sexy now. Still has the smile and the dimples. I love this woman more and more every day. Happy anniversary, Beautiful.

 

Happy Hump Day, Dolls!

Hello Lovelies! Hope this helps you get through the second half of your week. I’ll be back with fresh material soon. XO

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Skin On Fire, a sexy lil poem

She used her eyes like a weapon,
And her tongue just like a whip.

She set her skin on fire,
With the curve of her hip.

She caressed herself gradually,
Using just a fingertip.

Her breath was sweet and heavy,
As she slowly bit my lip.

I embrace her body underneath,
When she invites my hand to slip.

Insatiable thrusting swallowed me,
Wave of ecstasy tightened her grip.

As she trembled and glistened,
Succulent nectar I always sip.

We held each other in our arms,
With steamy flesh, our sweat did drip.

Soon enough she kissed my neck,
Whispered in my ear to “flip”.

It was my turn she said,
Our love making goes round trip.

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Queer Beauty Queen

A remarkable and groundbreaking event recently took place when former Miss America finalist, Djuan Trent, came out as ‘queer’. Although she wasn’t out during her reign as Miss Kentucky, her choice to come out at all is a first in the pageant’s history. She is the first known beauty pageant contestant to publicly announce being a lesbian.

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I don’t always talk about freshly out famous people. Mainly because it’s hard to keep up with all of the newbies due to so many taking that refreshing step of coming out. But this is more than just a celebrity outing, this is a step in history. This breaks the barriers created by stereotypes.

Djuan Trent was crowned Miss Kentucky in 2010 and competed in the 2011 Miss America competition, representing her home state. She recently wrote an entry on her blog, revealing her biggest secret.

“So…back to my initial thought. For months, I have been contemplating how I would write this post, how I would position it, when would be the right time to post it. Should I make it funny? Should I make it mysterious? Should I make it serious? Should I pick a special date to do it? Should I build some kind of anticipation around it? Hmmm…ain’t nobody got time for that. I have written and re-written and deleted and restarted this post more times than I care to share, and after all of that I have finally realized: “There ain’t nothin’ to it, but to do it.” So, here we go folks…

I am queer.”

Trent received a lot of backlash for her declaration, she also received a great deal of support. Her decision to come out started to enter her mind during Kentucky’s legal debate on equal rights for same sex couples.

Other pageant contestants have come out in the past, however Dejuan is the only one who has won her state title and participated in the national competition for Miss America.

I mentioned stereotypes above because when thinking of the ideal Miss America, one typically imagines a stunningly beautiful, feminine, glammed up, smiley, barbie doll type of woman. Not exactly the stereotypical ideals of a lesbian. Dyke Barbie? Not so much. But the truth is lesbians do not fit into such rigid parameters. We come in all shapes, sizes, dipsticks, and lipsticks. And evidently beauty pageants as well. Now, I don’t know much about beauty pageants, and I’m sure many of you think unfavorably of them, due to the patriarchal standards backing the pageant industry. But that is another topic for another time. I am now looking at equal opportunity institutions and giving these women the strength to be their very best. For my own lack of knowledge, I will assume these competitions offer that to the wonderful women who partake.

Frankly, I’m proud that Djuan Trent was comfortable enough to come out after being the center of such a feminine arena.  I remember living in the closet when I worked at an all female salon, terrified of the straight women viewing me as perverse or being afraid of me. It seems silly now, but that was a different time, and stereotypes often lead to prejudice so, I played it safe.

I think we can all learn something from Djuan Trent. She is a strong, brave woman, who had the courage to be her true self and share that with the world. I hope more girls can see her as a role model, as Miss Kentucky and as a queer woman.

Celebrate the Women in Your Life on March 8th

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She is My Heroin, a poem

I’m enticed by heavy petting,
By your sculpted neon light.
I know to what you’re getting,
Your flesh gripping me so tight.

I’m seduced by your reaction
To the wreckage I undress.
Your eyes watch only a fraction,
Of my deliberate finesse.

I’m lured to intoxication
Under the influence of your heart.
You slither with anticipation,
And you spread my heat apart.

I’m inhaling all your pores,
As you drink from my sweet well.
Your mouth pushes inside more,
My river eagerly expels.

I’m turned on by your confession,
While you made me arch my back.
Your love for me with proud concession,
I brush against your hungry track.

I’m learning each and every curve,
Your secretion fills my dream.
Glass-like eyes watching as I serve,
Breathing out a whispering scream.

I’m evolving from my fear within,
And the feelings in my soul.
You are indeed my heroin.
I crave your being as a whole.

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