Is Sex a Cure?

I fell asleep a few hours ago wishing I had fallen asleep butt-ass-naked, sweaty and dozing in the remnants my lover and me left carelessly on the sheets.

I woke three hours later only to realize that if it had been my reality, not only would I still be asleep but I probably wouldn’t have heard my alarm go off, one hour from now.

So that leads me to my current thought…Is Sex a Cure?

It certainly seems to me that it could be…for a lot of things from insomnia to weightloss.

1- Can’t sleep? Have your lover, her lover or his lover rub you down from head to toe with hot oil then ‘fux the ish’ outta you! If this doesn’t put you to sleep… Something is wrong wit’cho ass! Call your physician immediately.

2- Need to lose 5-10 five pounds? Have a fux fest! Devote a minimum of 2 hours a day for 5 days to working that weight off! No less than 3 positions should be used and it helps if you crank the heat up. Sweat is not only a natural body coolant it’s also one of the body’s ways of detoxing; which helps with weightloss. (Note: in order for this to work you MUST eat in moderation. Sex should be the ONLY thing you’re over indulging in!)

3- Stressed? Is work, home, or life in general getting the best of you?
SEE #1

4- Your man or woman left you?
SEE #2

5- Is your brain foggy, thinking unclear, forgetful, irritable?
SEE #1 or #2 and if one doesn’t work try the other. If neither works call your physician.

If you know of any other symptoms that sex may be the cure for, please leave a comment and instructions below.

Always,
Sydni

I decide to go to FB from my phone last night and couldn’t get on!

I tried and tried, to no avail!

This morning I receive an e-mail stating that they were removing a picture that I had posted. Okay…

Come to find out THEY DELETED THE ENTIRE ACCOUNT!!!

I got excommunicated for…A PENIS CHAIR! (click to see chair I posted)

The chairs shown is not the chair I posted, but these chairs could really provide a “pick-me-up” for slow days. ijs

It is a sad & unfortunate soul
that walks aimlessly
insearch of happiness
and doesn’t realize his own riches!

(Note: to be rich does not always reference monitary holdings).

–SS

As a person that truly enjoys the act of sex, I try to get as much from it as I can. Experimenting sexually has become a big part of my adult life. I want to find out what works, what works really well and of course, what doesn’t.

I’ve been masterbating for as long as I can remember–I can admit it now, since I’m pretty sure I’m not harboring any suppressed past experience of molestation or incest. But I’ll never tell some of the things I’ve used. Smh at the thought. When sex is the topic of discussion, I will usually admit that I think I was “born horny“. I suppose it is because of my life long sexual curiosity that I find it just a bit baffling when I hear a woman say she doesn’t masterbate. I’ve found it to be extremely satisfying and especially educational and I’m sure that it is because of previously masterbating that I had an orgasm the very first time I had sexual intercourse.

Masterbating has taught me the technique to having multiple orgasms and how to control them (sometimes i can get carried away and attempt to have more than my heart can handle,not  lol’n) enjoying the ride and prolonging getting to the destination. (I know a few men that need to work on this technique, hint, hint, if you’re reading this). Sometimes I lie in bed totally nude and just rub, carress, fondle. These are things I’ve done for years and it is these things that has made me aware of my likes and dislikes. Penetrating my vagina with my finger/fingers, or an object suitable for the task at hand has made me more aware or cognizant of what feels good to me. Also, because I’m quite a horny individual I find myself taking Jack and/or Jack Jr. With me where ever I go. It actually works out quite well for me. I even DWM! Yes! I’m a pretty good driver and DWM is definitely a timesaver. I don’t have to worry about having to make it home during long late-night drives. I just do it in the car! I put the vehicle in cruise-control and do my thang. I have a “to-go bag” in my car (wipes & oil) Jr. stays in my purse at all times and I grab Big Jack as I’m walking out the door, usually.

And what’s better is that you can even skip an exercise session if done properly. Here’s a website I found that shows the amount of calories one can lose per situation or position.

http://calorielab.com/burned/

So, to all the women that claim “their not doing it“, I say…

GET BUTT NAKED
& PLAY WITH YOURSELF!!
as it could prove to be one of the BEST decissions you’ve ever made!

Sydni Sugar

We met one warm afternoon in the middle of summer. I thought he had beautiful eyes and was the height I preferred in a man. His skin was the color of coffee beans, clear of any signs of teenage acne he may have had and a musky scent that, along with the basketball he held, told of his afternoon activities.  We only spoke briefly then I continued on with my chore of cooking dinner.

The next time I saw him, no one was home but Charlie, my chocolate Labrador Retriever and me. I had just taken a shower and was drying off when the door bell rang. Quickly drying and grabbing my robe, I hurried for the door, thinking it may be the package I’d been waiting for. It was a package but it wasn’t the postman. It was Derek. I opened the door to allow him in and escorted him to the family room to wait until I dressed.

After standing naked in my closet for some time searching for something comfortable to throw on I’d finally settled for a simple aster blue strapless sun dress. As I turned to exit my closet, he was there, watching me. For how long, I can’t be sure. Our eyes met and spoke for us, he reached for my hand and I held it out allowing him to take hold and lead me. With the feel of my hand in his, I lost track of my senses, not thinking of the time or who might be home soon.

Our eyes never parted as he laid me back onto my bed, nor did they part as he lay beside me kissing my lips, ever so gently. I could feel his heart beating in his chest. His hands were soft as he rubbed my thigh, moving up and cupping my right breast. He took my bottom lip in his and sucked, through all this, our eyes remained locked on one another.  It wasn’t until he released my lip and ventured downward, taking my nipple into his mouth, that my heartbeat began to match his and until then my legs had remained closed. Upon feeling that feeling that always sent shock waves through me, I still had a fighting chance and a little bit of common sense to stop him. My senses flew out the window as I felt his soft lips wrapped around my areola and warm tongue tracing circles around my hardened nipples. As if on cue, my legs parted and my flower moistened. 

Still clothed, he moved on top of me, kissing my lips, my cheek, my ear. I felt his hardness through his shorts. Holding himself up with his arms, he stared deep into my eyes and I begin removing his shirt. Placing my hands at his waist, I slide his shirt upward as I gently caressed his skin, causing his eyes to close as the hairs stood up on his arms.  Slow yet determined I removed his shirt and toss it aside before reaching down to loosen the drawstring on his shorts. Raising my knees I place my toes inside the waistband to lower them. His erect penis was hot as it rested inside the parted lips of my pussy. Adjusting my position, my moistness allowed him to enter me slightly. There was no turning back. As I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed down on his lower back he didn’t resist. The sensation of him sliding inside me was almost overwhelming as it had been some time since last I felt human flesh enter my spot. It was a welcomed feeling, one that I had almost forgotten about. His penis was curved upward, which gave him a slight advantage as he was sure hit my spot with each stroke. Whether he knew of this advantage he had on me, I did not know nor did I care.

Once he was completely inside of me, I became voracious, losing all self-restraint. Grabbing the back of his head and forcing it down, I kissed him hard and long as my hands wandered across the curves and dips of his body. I pushed him forward gaining access to his chest, sucking his nipples; licking his chest, biting lightly. That was all it took before I felt, in myself a wave moving through me, at first causing me to pant and moan, softly at first then growing louder and longer between breaths. Clenching my pussy tighter as he exited, I held on to him, pressing him into me, mixing our perspiration that had settled in the center of my stomach.

As I opened my eyes, he was staring again like he had before, except this look was accompanied by a slight smirk, as if this deed had caused him to feel a bit cocky. Perhaps he felt this way because he had brought me to climax and had yet to reach one himself. I suppose he had reason but now it was my turn.

I slithered weak-legged from my bed and headed to the shower. Although his musky scent was a turn on, so was the water from my shower head.  I turned the shower on to heat up and went back into my bedroom to retrieve my new friend. Pulling him playfully from the bed I led him to the bathroom and into the shower, grabbing extra towels along the way. 

In the shower, standing face to chest I lathered the towel and began gliding it across his chest and stomach before wrapping the towel around his still hard cock. Stroking him with the towel briefly, I moved down his legs as water from the shower head trickled onto me. I slowly washed his lower body as I stroked him with my other hand. As I moved back up his body I handed him the towel before taking him into my mouth, still stroking with my hand. I licked down the shaft and sucked his sack; I licked his inner thighs and gently grazed his ass with my nails. Clearing an area on the shower seat, I guided him down as I went down onto my knees. I took his member into my mouth until I had engulfed every inch of him. He pulled my hair tilting my head until we made eye contact. Slow then faster, I stroked him with my mouth, slower then faster I could feel him moving his hips, as if helping me, do my job. Tightening my lips around him as I moved upward, then opening wide to take him all in, it didn’t take long before I felt his member begin to pulse and the grip on my hair tighten.

As his seed spewed out sliding down his member his shallow breathing and release of my hair let me know that we had both been satisfied. Standing up and turning my back to him I let the water hit my face before exiting. 

He’d stayed in the shower a few more minutes, I suppose to gain his composure and footing before I heard the shower turn off and the door open. ~~By the time he walked back in to my bedroom I was dressed and pinning my wet hair in to a clip. He re-dressed and after kissing me on the neck, we made our way into the family room.

As luck would have it, I heard the front door close and my son’s voice, “Hey ma” he said to me then, “Hey Derek, I thought that was your car outside, give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to go.” He said, already heading toward his bedroom.

“No problem, I just got here.” Derek said, looking directly at me. ~~The fact that this was my son’s college roommate, no longer mattered.

 (c) SydniSugar2010

I’m not sure if it was through chance or circumstance that I had never been very showy in expressing the pleasure I felt during sex but I wasn’t. Perhaps I felt it wasn’t very lady-like to go into screaming convulsions during sex, but whatever the case—I know now…and the knowing has definitely made each orgasm worth it.

Now, the second guy which I spoke of just had it. I don’t know if it was the smell of his cologne, the way he looked at me or the intensity of our kisses but he had me going even before the first orgasm. After the first orgasm…I would have committed a grand crime to have him do what he did again and again…and again.

Needless to say, that break-up was a devastating one! It had taken me all this time (my whole life) to find 1 person to “coerce” Flower into “opening up & letting go”, however would I find a replacement?! Drat’s! But it was then that I decided never to have just one orgasm—ever again!

So instead of searching for that next guy that I hoped and prayed would be able and willing to do what the last one did, I decided to…well…do it myself!

I practiced and practiced, like I was going to try out for the Sex Olympics or something. Lol. It was during this time that I’d remembered what an aunt had told me. She said, “Honey, if you can’t do it for yourself, how can you expect anyone else to?” I hadn’t thought too much of her comment until this very point and she was right!

Some guys just have it, some guys want to have it and study the art and others, unfortunately, have to be taught. So I prepared to teach the next one if I had to.

I turned one into two and three into four—each just as intense and satisfying as the last. Then I met him!

We met in the Bay Area of Northern California and he was just my type—smooth dark skin, nice build, nice height and really nice moves; a Johnny Gill-could-be-impersonator–it was love at first site!

He came into my life with a bag full of tricks, ready to work his magic…and work it he did! He had Flower singing opera all hours of the day and night–and in between she was sleeping soundly. But I digress…as usual—sorry, but I like to tell the whole story sometimes. With that said…

There are four major factors in obtaining multiple orgasms.

The intensity of the vibration, the loudness of your moans/noises, your G-Spot & timing!

Here’s what works for me and what may work for you…

Foreplay:

If pheromones are working in your favor then that’s less work for him–his presence will make you hot and bothered all on their own. If not, a massage is the biggest turn on for me! Rub my naked ass and Flower’s nectar starts to pour. Kiss—not gently either—be firm and direct. But again, I digress. For foreplay—you’re on your own (at least for now. I’ll have to discuss that some other time).

• The intensity of the vibration:

When I say the intensity of the vibration, I mean the pressure and speed of his tongue on your vagina. (This isn’t a prerequisite for me unless you don’t know how to get me going otherwise, but don’t get me wrong—I NEVER turn it down). Once he’s got you going with a few slow pressured sensual strokes he needs to speed it up! His tongue needs to be working like the Energizer Bunny on Speed! This action needs to be dead-on your clit, with periodic deep licks into your introitus or vaginal opening (. He can’t be lazy about it and must be steady and continual in his pursuit to bring you to orgasm. Which brings me to…

• Bull’s-eye:

The Bull’s-eye is of course the G-Spot. While he’s on the clit he needs to insert a finger into your vagina and position finger in the “come-here” motion firmly moving back and forth (NOT hard BUT FIRM yet gentle). What happens here is that the G-spot is like the inside Clitoris. It swells and becomes extremely sensitive to touch. Once you’ve found this spot it will be easier to find and stimulate it in the future. But don’t forget about your clit! You need her too! lol The combination of a stimulated G-spot AND clitoris are going to bring you to an orgasm that you have never felt before. Once you feel yourself cumming, don’t be shy! And this brings me to…

• Verbal Expression:

Things I’ve described above will make the feeling some-what intense but that’s what you want! When you feel the moans and yells and screams in the pit of your stomach…LET IT OUT and if you don’t want the neighbors knowing his name use a pillow to scream into (please note: the use of the pillow is temporary and should only be used in spurts to prevent suffication).

• Timing:

Like they say…timing is everything! The key to achieving the feeling previously felt is to go HARD! Once the first orgasm is achieved and the feeling of intensity is too strong to continue STOP! But only for a few seconds—approximately 3-10 seconds—but no more than that or you may lose it. Then he will need to go back at it—same speed and intensity as before. It won’t take long before you feel another orgasm brewing. *Repeat, again and again.

*Please note that having more than 20 orgasms in an hour can induce a coma!!! This information has not been verified but I wouldn’t take any chances.

Australian Reality Show to come to America! Las Vegas to be exact…

Only in America can you put on a show auctioning off pussy! Well not just ANY pussy. Virgin Pussy!

Read the whole story here

My Worst Date

Before I begin I must tell you that the following story is True. It was so bad that some of my friends refused to believe it but my date that night could confirm it.

This date was several years back before I was married. This woman was two years older than me. She was a big football fan, as I was, so I took her to an NFL game followed up by a very nice dinner. The city was about an hour from where we lived so we had a little bit of a drive back late that night. For some reason the food I ate that night did not sit well with my stomach. About half-way home I got hit with the worst case of “Explosive diarrhea” in my life. I instantly was in pain and had to get to a bathroom. The problem was we were on an interstate and I knew there weren’t gas stations for miles. Luckily I came to an exit soon. However, the only station on that exit was closed. At this point I am letting my date know I am not feeling well and if I have to pull over and “throw up” I dont want to do it on the side of the interstate. So I started driving back roads towards home hoping to find a place I can pull over and hide in the woods.

We finally passed over a bridge that ran of a river. I pulled the car over on the other side of the bridge. I told her I would be right back and ran onto the bridge far enough back she couldnt see me. I had no other choice, I stuck my rear off the side of the bridge and let it go.  (Pay attention, this is where it gets interesting). About 10-15 seconds into my relief I hear shouts of profanity coming from somewhere. At this point I cant stop what i’m doing so i look around to see if someone see’s me. It wasn’t for about 20 seconds into this that I discovered the source. The moon gave me enough lighting to see that below the bridge was a couple in a small boat having sex. This boat was postioned directly under me. I basically just crapped all over this guy’s back while he was on top of his lady-friend. When he moved, my “waste” then hit her head-on. (Let me re-iterate, this is a TRUE story.)

The date is not over yet. When I noticed what had happened, I quickly without thinking pulled my pants up and made a run for the car. I jumped inside only to hear and feel “squish”. You can imagine what I just sat in. At this point there is no hiding it. She know’s what’s going on and due to the smell we have to drive the rest of the way with the windows down and the air on at full blast. Until about 10 miles away from her place when I got a flat tire. THE DATE CONTINUES… Still on these back country roads, I pull over onto gravel out of the street. I get the spare out of the back and place it below me as I take off the flat. As I am taking the flat off, I don’t realize that my “waste” I had been sitting in was making its way down my leg onto the spare tire below me. When I reached down to pick it up to put it on I felt the waste all over my hands. I finish tightening the spare and tell my date to stand behind the car. I told her i am going to pull up, make sure the tire is on tight (I was making up an excuse so i could go clean my hands). After I cleaned my hands off, I attempted to pull up so she would think I was really there to do that. Unfortunately the accelerator of my old plymouth breeze tended to stick so i hit it extra hard. At that point the tire spun in the gravel kicking up rock and (you guessed it) “Waste” that was on the spare. And guess who was standing behind the car??? You guessed it again…my date!

There was nothing left to do. No recovery from this. I went back there, cleaned her off and took her home. That was truly the night from Hell.

The End

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Okay so I did it again!

I’ve come to the realization that when I “lay down horny, I wake up with orgasms”. That’s just the way it is. I don’t try to do this, it just happens and when it rains…I pour…so to speak. Lol

So here’s the latest…

I’m at a male friend’s house and it’s my birthday. So, for my birthday he’s promised me a massage—now anyone that knows me, knows I will do just about anything for a massage and will accept one from just about anyone, at any time, no matter where I am or who I’m with—for some reason, I lie down on the floor underneath a low glass table and remove my shirt. I pin my hair up so it doesn’t get in the way and I lay there happily awaiting my birthday massage.

Mind you, there are other fellas there and they had actually summonsed him for less favorable duties, that he ignored—I mean really, what would you prefer to do, hang with the guys or rub on a nay-kid Sydni Sugar? But I digress.

Now, because of my location, in order to massage my back he has to lay on top of me, with his face/head at about ass level, reaching up to my shoulders.

Oh yeah baby, it’s feeling good, I moan–as only I can–and enjoy this massage as the others are coming in and out back and forth through the living area where we lay. We can tell they’re a tad bit upset and not at the fact that he’s with me on the living room floor but that he’s not in the other room helping them with their current project, oh well. Lol

So anyway, as the massage goes on, I feel my jeans being pulled off. But I don’t mind, shit, a full body massage is better than an upper body massage, right? So my pants come off and because of our relationship I don’t think much of it—he’s like a little brother to me—until I feel something slide inside me and the massage goes…well, to straight S.E.X.!

I’m humping and grinding and truly enjoying myself as others walk in and out of the room. The whole time I think he’s fukking me and he was actually using an object! Lmao I never know what he used to give me my “internal massage” but it sure felt good!

…I’m gonna have to ask him about that.

Here’s a checklist to get the man you want in no time…

Always look & smell your best when you see him
Men are visual creatures and him seeing you looking good and smelling good will make him want to show you off to others.

Always wear a smile
No one likes a sour-puss! Even if there’s something going on, when you are around him—FAKE IT!

Show concern for him
Ask him how his day was or is going. You may be the only one to ask.

Cook for him
WARNING: THIS IS FOR COOKING WOMEN ONLY! If you CAN’T cook do not try anything out on him.

Like his pet
Once again this is another time that you may have to FAKE IT! If you’re afraid of his pet then pray about it and try.

Show interest in what he has going on
Sexual attraction is GREAT but there has to be more. If you actually are interested in his extra-curricular activities that’s even better. You will have something to talk about as you lay there basking in the fruit of your juices.

Kiss him deeply
Not everyone is a “kisser” but one thing that will definitely get his attention is a strong passionate kiss! As you kiss him try to memorize what he tastes like, how his tongue feels in your mouth—this is a great way to get his attention.

Touch him
Don’t be shy! Rub his hand, his cheek, the nape of his neck as you talk to him or as you sit watching TV or a movie.

Let him catch you looking at him
Him catching you looking at him tells him you like what you see and are possibly thinking dirty thoughts. Men like dirty thoughts!

Stare him straight in the eyes when you are speaking
One sign of sincerity is to look someone in the eye. If you do this he will usually believe everything you say…even if you don’t.

Hug him and don’t be the first to pull away
Once again men like to feel wanted and not being a rush to end the embrace will express that.

When you’ve kissed good night, ask for just one more
(See last answer)

Send him a cute thoughtful good morning text messages
(See last answer…again!)

Call him just to say hello
Sound excited to talk to him

Tell him you’ll call him “right back” but don’t
If you don’t call him, trust me…He will call you!

OK, here’s what not to do:

• DON’T—Do any of the above more than once.
• DON’T—Ask when u can c him
  He will think you don’t anything else to do…but him. Stay busy!
• DON’T—Ask what he does for a living
  He’ll think you just want him for his money. In due time he will tell you himself.
• DON’T—Answer the phone every time he calls
  He must think that you have other things to do. Men are carnal animals they like a good fight and if they believe someone else wants you or has some of your time THEY WILL WANT YOU EVEN MORE!
• DON’T—Reply quickly to text messages or emails
  PLEASE SEE LAST ANSWER
• DON’T—Say yes, right away. Get back to him when he asks you out. Leave him wondering who else is asking.
• NEVER—Talk longer than 10-15 minutes at a time
  If you don’t talk too much then there will always be things to talk about and you will also leave them wondering why.

PLEASE NOTE:

You want him to know what you can offer but just a tease will do.

Any more than that is a BIG TURN-OFF.

They like a chase. If you seem to be too free he won’t want you, so in other words, Stay busy!