by hannah
October 27th, 2011
photo: http://la-inspiration.tumblr.com/
From a response to my sister:
Having an orgasm?
It all comes down to figuring out what gets you off.
For me it started with romance novels, by accident. I was twelve, and I wanted more grown-up reading material. I had no idea romance novels were so…dirty. But reading all those prolonged, and usually illicit, love scenes got my body excited, even though I couldn’t quite figure out how.
At thirteen, to figure out the “how”, I decided to buy a Cosmopolitan magazine that promised to reveal all the secrets behind having an orgasm. To this day, just sitting back in a tub and letting the water run over my vagina, is good ol’ reliable. And vibrators, yes, but I didn’t have one for a very long time.
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by hannah
February 24th, 2011
It’s still fucking hot, me and Christian are back to the naked, and the cold beer, and cigarettes. Even after all the Deirdre drama of tonight, we still can’t sleep.
“Have you ever had a g-spot orgasm?” he asks putting another empty on my end table, and reaching into the cooler for a fresh one.
I light up a fresh cigarette, and start laughing and almost choking. I tell him the only time I had the Super Big O was at Ireland’s.
We were stoned, watching Californication, and salivating over David Duchovny, but really Hank Moody, because there was something very sexy about an emotionally fucked up, tortured artist; we women liked to “fix”.
Hours later, I still couldn’t sleep, and in my half-baked state I walked over to Ireland’s side of the bed, and opened up the top drawer of her end table, where most women keep their sex toys. Sure enough, she had a vibrating gadget that looked to be the size we all imagined black NBA player’s cocks to be, and I took it out. I then walked into her bathroom and locked the door.
by hannah
January 7th, 2011
December 22, 2010:
“Lick my pussy. No, read me some porn. No, I’ll do the reading, you do the vibrating,” I pass hubbie the Screaming O.
He turns it on, “holy shit, that’s a lot of rpm.”
He was right. The Screaming O Super Powered Bullet was small, yet very powerful. And within moments I was asking him to hand the Screaming O back to me, so I could control the pressure.
“Do you want me to do anything else?”
I tell him to play with himself, until I’m ready…
