This paper, by Wendy W Fok, includes part of the conversation she and I had back in this post about strap on culture. Here’s the result of her research:
Wendy did a great job of really explaining the penetrative space for women. Bravo!
xxx fsk
My life as a Tantra master –
Ecstatic journeys into the Core of my Being
One Day in my life as a Tantra master:
I woke up this morning feeling grateful that I am alive. Silently, I formulate words of gratefulness and my heart responds to them beating more enthusiastically. My mouth is shaping in a wonderful smile and my eyes open widely.
Then I take time to tune into the pleasurable current of energy that wakes up my whole body. I place one hand on my heart and the other on my belly, connecting love with power.
Then I gently place one hand on my throat and the other on my genitals to feel kinesthetically the wonderful connection between the communication center and the sex center.
As women we know how expressing pleasant thoughts and receiving communication that show we are seen by our lover opens our hearts. And once our heart is open the energy spirals easily to our sex center and back and forth increasing the energy, preparing us for the best lovemaking. (more…)
More great FSK Fan Tales coming in - this one from Michel Noir! xxx fsk
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She had to put her groceries down to put the key in the lock. The door creaked open. The cat was waiting there for her, as she always did, purring loudly. It was a typical New York studio - the type occupied by countless single women, in the city in search of something that seemed to be ever-elusive. It was in the hundreds on the west side, near Columbia where she worked part time, trying to complete her art history master’s thesis on a limited budget.
She had had these phases before - days of intense erotic arousal. Even at work, there were times when she felt like she’d explode, while poring over photographs of Greek sculpture or even handling a priceless vase. In those times, she was always wet. There were times when she felt tempted to go to the bathroom and masturbate. But she didn’t. She held it in and let it build up. At the end of the day, she would calmly walk out of the office like countless others, betraying nothing of her inner arousal, calmly pick up her groceries and then, feeling like there were just moments to spare, she would dash into the apartment, undo the top button of her jeans and plunge her fingers into her pussy, heaving with relief as she massaged and dug into the hole, pinched the clit in her fingers and with her free hand massaged her breast. (more…)
Relationship Challenges Showing up after the Holidays
This time of the year is the most challenging for relationships. We have the highest rate of marriages breaking up after the holidays, and it seems to be a time of stress for most families.
The number of couples that are coming to see me for help after the holidays is greater than during the rest of the year. Luckily, these are couples who put energy into make their relationship work. They notice when something is just not working, and they look for help.
The main reasons we usually give for this sad state of affairs are outer ones:
• disappointment about presents received that did not match expectations
• financial difficulties due to overspending on presents
However, those are surface concerns – they may actually be reflecting deeper reasons for these breakups, including:
• lack of quality time spent with each other
• lack of communication of real needs that are unfulfilled
• lack of expression of feelings
• being unable to reach compromises that take into consideration what is best for the relationship, instead of wanting to be ‘right’ and make the other ‘wrong’
• lack of gratefulness for who they are and what they already have
• lack of connection in lovemaking (more…)
More Fan Tales! This one is takes place at a wedding reception…enjoy! xxx fsk
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It was June. How fitting. Sun dress and summer suit weather. A fine day, and a fine wedding under the canopy of sprawling cottages and manicured lawns with the forest wrapping us all like a big green blanket.
The water crept up to the shore, almost peeking in at the hundred or so guests. We all were familiar with each other and the conversation and drinks flowed freely.
My date and I had reached that third or fourth date threshold with anticipation and the kind of giddiness reserved for teenagers. And we were beginners , really, both of us stung by pasts of failed relationships and the confusion of finding ourselves single and wide eyed once again.
We had yet to make love, but I had felt her body next to mine twice before on good night kisses that lasted a little too long, perhaps a little too short. Long enough for her to fell me too, growing with the promise of having more time. With the promise that the time might soon be right. We had a room at a little bed and breakfast and even though we had discussed sleeping arrangements before embarking; she flirted with me upon entering, “Where’s my bed?” (more…)
I get submissions sometimes from fans of the site (or of me). Here’s an interesting one by FSK Fan Ryan. He wrote this missive to me late at night, along with a couple of other stories. I think his work is promising and hot. What do you think? xx fsk
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He had been looking forward to this evening for months. The chairman of his company had invited him and his girlfriend to dinner with the other members of the board of directors, something reserved for a very few executives in the company. He smiled as he escorted his woman to the car as they headed to the restaurant. She looked amazing in a black cocktail dress clinging to her in just the right way, black stockings with a sophisticated yet sexy black hem running up the back, one strand of pearls he had given to her for her birthday, and her hair done perfectly highlighting her beautiful face and eyes.
He knew this was going to be a special evening and Deb could feel the excitement emanating from him as well and this made her quiver inside because she knew that when he was excited and pleased that he would manifest this by ravishing her and driving her wild. Just the thought of some of the things he had done to her in the past made her tingle inside and she felt herself beginning to get wet as her labia pressed against the front panel of her thong. (more…)
As I perch on a stool, you whisper in my ear “The pier”.
I laugh, long and loud, at your imaginative choice.
“We are 30 blocks away” I snicker, looking at the clock over the bar.
“C’mon” You grab my hand, my coat, my bag, and push your way through the crowd. Outside, you pause, holding out my coat for me, then pressing me against the wall, your arms block any escape. Your smile is all heat and hunger, wicked and confident.
“When we get there, you’ll do as I say, baby, and you’ll love it” Your English accent warm and clipped, more suggestive than menacing. I stick out my tongue, and you lick it with the tip of yours. I moan a little, you growl, and we kiss hard. Your arms wrap around me and I melt into your mouth with warm, wet, open kisses.
You pull my away from the building to the street and flag down a cab. Its late, almost 2 am, but you’re determined. And horny. I’ve teased you all night, starting with a phone call earlier in the day, where I told you I would do whatever you wanted in the location of your choice as long as you did it after 1 am and by 3 am. I promised you in this warm winter break no location was out of bounds, unless it was unsafe, too public and too bright. We pondered bridges and tunnels, subway cars and building rooftops. Parks and taxi cabs already had seen our eagerness to get at each other physically. We so enjoyed making out, touching, fucking, teasing each other, and the locations just made the jolt a little more intense, a private adventure you and I share.
A cab slows down. You open the door. “Pier 92″ (more…)