Lascivious

Letter to My Beloved,

Why I Did Not Give You That Quickie In-Public-&-Under-the-Table Handjob the Other Day

I hope you don't think I was ignoring him or that I was simply refusing to give him any attention whatsoever. Both of you must think I dislike him, but nothing could be further from the truth. You must know that I am completely mesmerized by him!

You may just think that I'm reticent and apprehensive about doing it in public during our short visits - but it is much more than that! My first impulse is always to get my hands on him as soon as he makes an appearance. You have no idea. You see, he is simply god-like in my mind. It seems almost sacrilegious to go at him with anything but reverence and respect. To simply have quick and non-meticulous contact with him is akin to eating a communion wafer and wine as a snack with no pre-ritual! It is feeding caviar to your dog or pouring Dom Perignon out on the ground as soon as the cork is popped. It is taking something that should be sacred and revered and making it base and mundane. I don't feel right skimming over something I feel should be savored, studied, worshipped, and handled with respect.

When I see him, I am drawn to him like a moth to a light. I want to trace every contour of his being with my finger and then my tongue. I want to memorize every mark, every movement, every curve and twist of his body. I want to learn everything that pleases him, and to what degree he enjoys each of my endeavours. I want to know him; every nuance of his existence. So much so that I desire the time and ability to do just that - and to interact with him on any level less seems down right blasphemous.

You musn't ever think that I like to ignore him or that I enjoy teasing him. I want only to treat him as he truly deserves, and as I really want.

Always,
Bendis

Sexual Blather

Joanne Webb vs. Conservative Christians

I don't normally talk about newsworthy events on this blog, but this particular headline really caught my attention. I was outraged to read about the arrest of Joanne Webb, as I'm sure many of you were. All I've read on the subject, even comments from residents of Burleson, TX, is that this is not about Joanne breaking the law, but about her obvious comfortableness (and openness) about being a sexual and sexually-charged being. That's right, folks, Joanne Webb is in hot water not because she was selling sex toys, but because the ultra conservative town she lived in couldn't stand the thought of a true-blue nympho living in their midst. Joanne is one of us - she is like the many that read these sex-fueled blogs and those who, like myself, have such a passion for sex and all its trappings that we write about it, think about it, talk about it and make it a part of our everyday lives. She's a fellow nympho - and she's being condemned for it.

I found the most interesting reading on the entire scandal at Toyslut's Weblog. The comments from the Burlesonites were most enlightening (note that none of them left an email address or URL). Go on over there and take a gander at what they had to say.

You see, basically what I get out of all that is that Joanne Webb is comfortable being sexual, which means that she can't also be a good Christian. If she "flaunts" her sexuality - wearing sexy clothing or selling sex toys - she is a disgrace to the conservative town and to God himself. It's this kind of thinking that outrages me. There is nothing wrong with being a sexual person, or expressing that side of yourself! Attitudes like this are what causes millions of people to be uncomfortable with themselves and their sexual desires. These thought processes are what makes it "wrong" to be open about your sex life, "wrong" to be gay or bisexual or transexual or whatever-sexual you may be, "wrong" to be a nympho and proud of it. They turn the beautiful thing that is sex into something dark and immoral, something to be hidden away behind closed doors and never, ever talked about. If you like sex, you might as well throw out your Bible - you're going straight to hell. If you like to talk about sex, shop at sex stores, watch porn or dress sexily - you must be Satan's spawn.

Sex is an amazing, wonderful, silly, beautiful, mind-blowing, fun, awesome thing and I can't abide by anyone that smears it, trashes it, and makes it something disgusting and unholy. Fight 'em every step of the way, Joanne - this nympho's behind you.