Wednesday, June 26, 2002
Jake & Mimi
As I mentioned in the last post, I read Jake & Mimi a few weeks ago. I liked it. Yes, you would say I liked it because I’m a sex addict and this book has so many sex scenes. Well ... gee you are right!
Many people complained that the book waste too much time on the description of the sexual activities. And I ask: Isn’t it categorized as *Erotic Fiction*? What do you expect then? Without all that description it wouldn’t be erotic, it will be just plain fiction. Now, if that’s what you are looking for, I can tell you there are plenty of options. Just skip the Erotic Fiction isle!
The story involves also a mystery plot with murders included and all, which in my opinion is just the perfect link to close the circle and give the story a sense of reality. Otherwise this book could have got lost in the mist of erotic literature.
Now, let’s talk about the sex activity described here. Jake is obsessed with torturing women sexually by teasing them until the edge and then some more, until they beg for relief. And I find that extremely arousing. Because, realistically, few men would spend that much time trying to drive a woman sexually crazy before having intercourse. And I find the idea just perfect!
On other hands, Mimi plays the voyeur in me. Invited by Jake, she watches the tortures from a short distance, struggling with her own sexual desire and the fact that she craves adventurous sex but it’s condemned to have none with her conservative fiancé. The idea of getting some from Jake starts boiling in her head … and makes her stalker upset that she’s having impure thoughts. So what she will be having later is a confrontation with a murderer and a fight for her own life.
This novel was written by Frank Baldwin, who grew up in Japan. I wonder if he learned this sexual torture from some ancient Japanese ritual.
As I mentioned in the last post, I read Jake & Mimi a few weeks ago. I liked it. Yes, you would say I liked it because I’m a sex addict and this book has so many sex scenes. Well ... gee you are right!
Many people complained that the book waste too much time on the description of the sexual activities. And I ask: Isn’t it categorized as *Erotic Fiction*? What do you expect then? Without all that description it wouldn’t be erotic, it will be just plain fiction. Now, if that’s what you are looking for, I can tell you there are plenty of options. Just skip the Erotic Fiction isle!
The story involves also a mystery plot with murders included and all, which in my opinion is just the perfect link to close the circle and give the story a sense of reality. Otherwise this book could have got lost in the mist of erotic literature.
Now, let’s talk about the sex activity described here. Jake is obsessed with torturing women sexually by teasing them until the edge and then some more, until they beg for relief. And I find that extremely arousing. Because, realistically, few men would spend that much time trying to drive a woman sexually crazy before having intercourse. And I find the idea just perfect!
On other hands, Mimi plays the voyeur in me. Invited by Jake, she watches the tortures from a short distance, struggling with her own sexual desire and the fact that she craves adventurous sex but it’s condemned to have none with her conservative fiancé. The idea of getting some from Jake starts boiling in her head … and makes her stalker upset that she’s having impure thoughts. So what she will be having later is a confrontation with a murderer and a fight for her own life.
This novel was written by Frank Baldwin, who grew up in Japan. I wonder if he learned this sexual torture from some ancient Japanese ritual.
Tuesday, June 25, 2002
Reasoning sex?
My best friend’s girlfriend (let’s call her Mimi) and I continue to exchange ideas (see June 4th post) on what we would like to do one day if we can get together.
And I keep commenting our conversations with my husband. But I can feel he is somewhat reluctant to the idea. I have tried to picture just Mimi and me doing all kind of things for him, since I thought the idea of my friend (let’s call him Jake) would be what make him uncomfortable but he still argues things like “I wouldn’t know what to do with 2 women!” or “What if one of you get bored because I can’t give enough attention to both at the same time”.
Ok, so we re 2 very normal couples trying to reason on the idea of having sex together, not together on the sense of in the same room but in different beds, but in the sense of the 4 of us together.
He wants to make a “map” of how the events will be like; he is trying to structure the moment in steps, which will never work. Of course we won’t be having what we personally want every second, but we will most of the time. We have to be flexible, give a little and take a little. Somebody will be enjoying a moment and somebody else will be waiting for his/her turn. But those moments in the middle won’t bore anyone. It is just part of the game.
This kind of experiences should be oriented to share pleasure, to do things we fantasize about doing with more that one person, and to do things that please us without bothering the others. That is essential and surprisingly most people I have talked to don’t seem to understand this concept. It is about reaching a deep level of confidence and intimacy with people we care about and we know we won’t hurt or won’t hurt us back in any way. And not something to do with people we don’t trust or don’t care about us; in other words, not something to do with people that consider us “dismissable” or vice versa.
On that level I understand my husband; he doesn’t know Jake that much; but he, Mimi and I have spent lots of time together in past times. Plus the 3 of us have had some kind of similar experience in the past (not together), and although he had one experience too, it was based on what I think it shouldn’t be: he did not care much about how the others will feel after. He had nothing to loose because there was no women he cared about involved.
Note: I have picked the names Jake & Mimi from a novel I have read recently. Jake & Mimi, by Frank Baldwin.
My best friend’s girlfriend (let’s call her Mimi) and I continue to exchange ideas (see June 4th post) on what we would like to do one day if we can get together.
And I keep commenting our conversations with my husband. But I can feel he is somewhat reluctant to the idea. I have tried to picture just Mimi and me doing all kind of things for him, since I thought the idea of my friend (let’s call him Jake) would be what make him uncomfortable but he still argues things like “I wouldn’t know what to do with 2 women!” or “What if one of you get bored because I can’t give enough attention to both at the same time”.
Ok, so we re 2 very normal couples trying to reason on the idea of having sex together, not together on the sense of in the same room but in different beds, but in the sense of the 4 of us together.
He wants to make a “map” of how the events will be like; he is trying to structure the moment in steps, which will never work. Of course we won’t be having what we personally want every second, but we will most of the time. We have to be flexible, give a little and take a little. Somebody will be enjoying a moment and somebody else will be waiting for his/her turn. But those moments in the middle won’t bore anyone. It is just part of the game.
This kind of experiences should be oriented to share pleasure, to do things we fantasize about doing with more that one person, and to do things that please us without bothering the others. That is essential and surprisingly most people I have talked to don’t seem to understand this concept. It is about reaching a deep level of confidence and intimacy with people we care about and we know we won’t hurt or won’t hurt us back in any way. And not something to do with people we don’t trust or don’t care about us; in other words, not something to do with people that consider us “dismissable” or vice versa.
On that level I understand my husband; he doesn’t know Jake that much; but he, Mimi and I have spent lots of time together in past times. Plus the 3 of us have had some kind of similar experience in the past (not together), and although he had one experience too, it was based on what I think it shouldn’t be: he did not care much about how the others will feel after. He had nothing to loose because there was no women he cared about involved.
Note: I have picked the names Jake & Mimi from a novel I have read recently. Jake & Mimi, by Frank Baldwin.
Thursday, June 20, 2002
To kill or not to kill
Somebody has raised the topic and I feel the need to write about it. We love sex talks, right? Well, sex is good but brings along consequences. And if you like sex but you avoid by any means to be responsible about it then I definitely have some issues with that. But let’s start the story from the beginning.
I got pregnant when I was 18, and I had an abortion. I regret it, and I will regret it for the rest of my life. There is nothing that will make me change my mind. I have no excuse for what I did. I panicked because of “what people would say”, “what my parents would do”, “what my life will be like”, and things of the kind. I did not stop to think straight and I made a mistake that will always be in my conscience. And I’m not talking of the mistake of getting pregnant, I’m talking about the mistake of having an abortion. Getting pregnant was irresponsibility. And we have to be responsibly for our acts. Or assume the consequences. Are murderers forgiven when they kill somebody because “they didn’t mean to”? No, they are not. So why should we be? We created a life, and then we should live with it.
I also don’t believe the decision is all on the women side. Men don’t carry a life on their bodies for nine months, true, but nine months is nothing compared to a person’s life. And if a man wishes to save his son’s life, who are we to say no? Life should prevail. This is my reasoning. But to think the world would understand this would be a utopia.
In other hands, there are situation when abortion will be understandable: rape, sickness, life risk for the mother. On those cases, women should have the option to decide. Not that they will always decide not to have it, there are all kinds of souls in this world and I believe somebody could put the life of a person that had nothing to do with the decision of his/her own conception in front of the action of a rapist, the burden of raising a special child or even risking her own life.
But to have the choice when pregnancy comes from being stupid or irresponsible seems too selfish, too easy to get out of the problem. And worst of all, at the cost of an innocent life. I don’t like the term “pro-choice”, it looks to me we are using it to cover what it is not possible to cover, the fact we are asking for the option to kill, but legally..
But we have to be realistic. And the reality is abortions are performed we liked it or not. And because it is not legally sometimes they are performed in inhuman conditions, which lead to women’s deaths. So instead of saving one life we are causing two deaths.
I do not have a definite position on this. I can just say one thing for sure: I am pro-life.
Somebody has raised the topic and I feel the need to write about it. We love sex talks, right? Well, sex is good but brings along consequences. And if you like sex but you avoid by any means to be responsible about it then I definitely have some issues with that. But let’s start the story from the beginning.
I got pregnant when I was 18, and I had an abortion. I regret it, and I will regret it for the rest of my life. There is nothing that will make me change my mind. I have no excuse for what I did. I panicked because of “what people would say”, “what my parents would do”, “what my life will be like”, and things of the kind. I did not stop to think straight and I made a mistake that will always be in my conscience. And I’m not talking of the mistake of getting pregnant, I’m talking about the mistake of having an abortion. Getting pregnant was irresponsibility. And we have to be responsibly for our acts. Or assume the consequences. Are murderers forgiven when they kill somebody because “they didn’t mean to”? No, they are not. So why should we be? We created a life, and then we should live with it.
I also don’t believe the decision is all on the women side. Men don’t carry a life on their bodies for nine months, true, but nine months is nothing compared to a person’s life. And if a man wishes to save his son’s life, who are we to say no? Life should prevail. This is my reasoning. But to think the world would understand this would be a utopia.
In other hands, there are situation when abortion will be understandable: rape, sickness, life risk for the mother. On those cases, women should have the option to decide. Not that they will always decide not to have it, there are all kinds of souls in this world and I believe somebody could put the life of a person that had nothing to do with the decision of his/her own conception in front of the action of a rapist, the burden of raising a special child or even risking her own life.
But to have the choice when pregnancy comes from being stupid or irresponsible seems too selfish, too easy to get out of the problem. And worst of all, at the cost of an innocent life. I don’t like the term “pro-choice”, it looks to me we are using it to cover what it is not possible to cover, the fact we are asking for the option to kill, but legally..
But we have to be realistic. And the reality is abortions are performed we liked it or not. And because it is not legally sometimes they are performed in inhuman conditions, which lead to women’s deaths. So instead of saving one life we are causing two deaths.
I do not have a definite position on this. I can just say one thing for sure: I am pro-life.
Tuesday, June 04, 2002
It's all about them
No matter what they really think, whenever in a conversation I noticed most American women don’t answer truthfully, they answer what they think would make them the center of the attention or what would sound more impressive or intelligent that the rest of us. And if they can’t find anything of the kind then they deliver the typical “I don’t want to talk about it”. That also makes them look important and they get off easy of whatever they don’t know. Ops, just remembered, another good trick they love using? Dropping a line about something that sounds mysterious, like polygraph tests … and leaving it there for you to wonder how interesting persons they are. Never mind that the whole story about it is probably something that they have no real involvement with, something that happened to a friend’s wife’s neighbor’s second cousin … overseas, or something they saw on TV … as everybody else; they would make sure not to let you know that.
I also notice they behave different if men are present or not. There are 2 kinds of women when talking among other women: The ones that tend to agree with you and not give any extended opinion about anything. They also tend to act like they like you a lot and are on your side, like they share your point of view and opinions.
And the ones that are openly rude and don’t care showing the dark side: they don’t like you and when nobody that matters is present they don’t make any effort to hide it, and better, they make the point of showing it. These last ones are the worst, because when in the presence of people that matters, they are all charmed and laugh. They would go as far as pretending whatever conversation you may have with them alone … never happened.
America is a generous country. Feminists and most women claim to be treated equal. But they still want you to open the car’s door for them, expect you not to say dirty word on their presence or treat them as a precious crystal … and the law protects and encourages that. I think they should claim for “selective equality”, that would reflect much better their line of thoughts on the matter.
This is a generalization, I know. I’m looking at this topic from a cultural perspective. I’m sure there are American women out there that behave the same way all the time, without differentiate if they are around men or women, co-workers or bosses, and that understand the mean of the word “equal”. I just haven’t met any one of them yet.
No matter what they really think, whenever in a conversation I noticed most American women don’t answer truthfully, they answer what they think would make them the center of the attention or what would sound more impressive or intelligent that the rest of us. And if they can’t find anything of the kind then they deliver the typical “I don’t want to talk about it”. That also makes them look important and they get off easy of whatever they don’t know. Ops, just remembered, another good trick they love using? Dropping a line about something that sounds mysterious, like polygraph tests … and leaving it there for you to wonder how interesting persons they are. Never mind that the whole story about it is probably something that they have no real involvement with, something that happened to a friend’s wife’s neighbor’s second cousin … overseas, or something they saw on TV … as everybody else; they would make sure not to let you know that.
I also notice they behave different if men are present or not. There are 2 kinds of women when talking among other women: The ones that tend to agree with you and not give any extended opinion about anything. They also tend to act like they like you a lot and are on your side, like they share your point of view and opinions.
And the ones that are openly rude and don’t care showing the dark side: they don’t like you and when nobody that matters is present they don’t make any effort to hide it, and better, they make the point of showing it. These last ones are the worst, because when in the presence of people that matters, they are all charmed and laugh. They would go as far as pretending whatever conversation you may have with them alone … never happened.
America is a generous country. Feminists and most women claim to be treated equal. But they still want you to open the car’s door for them, expect you not to say dirty word on their presence or treat them as a precious crystal … and the law protects and encourages that. I think they should claim for “selective equality”, that would reflect much better their line of thoughts on the matter.
This is a generalization, I know. I’m looking at this topic from a cultural perspective. I’m sure there are American women out there that behave the same way all the time, without differentiate if they are around men or women, co-workers or bosses, and that understand the mean of the word “equal”. I just haven’t met any one of them yet.
Monday, June 03, 2002
Unexpected Dream
Something much unexpected happened. I got an e-mail from my best friend’s girlfriend (soon to be wife) a few weeks ago. She said she had a dream where we were with our boys making plans to go out and, to save time I asked her to take a shower together. She accepted and when in the shower the soap slipped to the floor and she bend over to get it, and right there I put my fingers in her pussy and started masturbating her. At first she was hesitant, but then she liked it and let me do it. Then she turned around and we start kissing madly and she touched my breasts. I kissed and sucked hers. And then went down on her until she had an orgasm. Then it was my turn.
Afterward we finish showering and went to dinner with the boys. We kept talking over dinner between us about how good it was and that if we know it was so good we would have done it when we were working together in Rio.
And that was her dream. But the part I like better is we started exchanging e-mails and confessed we wouldn’t mind trying something like that together. At first it was weird, telling somebody we know from a long time ago, somebody we worked with; went to lunch, dinner … somebody that was just that: somebody, and all the sudden this person becomes part of my fantasies and I become part of hers. Or should I say part of theirs? Because then my husband and his boyfriend got involved in our fantasies and conversations.
We are far away from each other, they are in Europe and we are in North America … but maybe we will get together some time...
Something much unexpected happened. I got an e-mail from my best friend’s girlfriend (soon to be wife) a few weeks ago. She said she had a dream where we were with our boys making plans to go out and, to save time I asked her to take a shower together. She accepted and when in the shower the soap slipped to the floor and she bend over to get it, and right there I put my fingers in her pussy and started masturbating her. At first she was hesitant, but then she liked it and let me do it. Then she turned around and we start kissing madly and she touched my breasts. I kissed and sucked hers. And then went down on her until she had an orgasm. Then it was my turn.
Afterward we finish showering and went to dinner with the boys. We kept talking over dinner between us about how good it was and that if we know it was so good we would have done it when we were working together in Rio.
And that was her dream. But the part I like better is we started exchanging e-mails and confessed we wouldn’t mind trying something like that together. At first it was weird, telling somebody we know from a long time ago, somebody we worked with; went to lunch, dinner … somebody that was just that: somebody, and all the sudden this person becomes part of my fantasies and I become part of hers. Or should I say part of theirs? Because then my husband and his boyfriend got involved in our fantasies and conversations.
We are far away from each other, they are in Europe and we are in North America … but maybe we will get together some time...
