See Through Shorts for Men

Some people may wonder why… I wonder why. Maybe for the shy/ modest guy at the nudist colony?

see through shorts

In see-through, sexy black fabric with a bright neon contrast drawstring, our brand new Clear Jogger Shorts are literally the most amazing things you will ever see. We dare you not to look sexy in this limited edition new pair. This naughty style is cut to show off everything. And you have absolutely no problem with that.

Source: Clear Jogger Shorts.

No One Actually Gets Flashing Right Any More

flashing girl

This photo came from a site with photos of women flashing for the camera. Out of all the photos I looked at on the main site, this is the only one which actually looked like flashing. (The expression on her face is great too. She looks happy and excited, about to flash out a boob).

Flashing should be quick and impulsive.

It should not take several minutes while she poses and does a strip tease. That is not a flash. It should not be a movie version with extra fetishes thrown in. A real flash is quick fun and flirty.

I’m not keen on seeing men flashing. It’s not so cute and fun then. But, I don’t really want to catch women flashing in public either. Anything sensual, kinky or fetish in nature should not be done in public because you can’t assume the consent of the general public. So don’t over expose yourself in that way either.

How to Become a Flashing Flirt

Try it when you’re just alone.

Next time you have time alone take a shower, give yourself some pampering and then leave the bathroom without a towel. Make the walk out of the bathroom, naked. See how that feels. It’s a safe way to get started and you don’t even have to look at yourself in the mirror if you don’t want to.

Take a nude selfie.

Don’t send it to anyone but imagine someone (someone charming and sexy) and take the photo for him/ her. Pose. Get arty and draw on your skin. Do a peep show if you don’t want to show all. If you get inspired to send the photo, take a break and leave it for the next day. Make sure you have no regrets.

If you’ve gone this far try actually flashing.

Be nude under a full length coat, dressing gown, something concealing which opens easily and quickly. Stand at a window, indoors. Not one where you know people will be watching, but a a view which takes a risk of being caught. Then, quickly open and close your coat. Don’t make it slow, don’t make sure someone has seen you and, no repeats.

Flashing is Flirting

Stick to the flash, don’t give them more than that. It’s the boldness of the flash which keeps it fun. It’s a quick risk for people who don’t want to expose themselves but enjoy that daring impulse to do something a bit naughty or taboo. You may get tempted to go to the next level and become a streaker. Don’t, unless you’re really sure you can face seeing that much of yourself exposed the next day and the next and when ever someone puts it up on YouTube.

Midget Man Love Doll

The little man is a turn on for me. Not being a midget, just little, tiny even. You can find a lot of macro fetish photos with giant women but what I like are tiny, little men. Tiny enough to fit into my pocket. So, this man love doll would be interesting but not small enough.

midget man love dollThey say BIG things come in small packages and Midget Man is no exception. Just add air and this pint size party animal will pump up his pleasurepole and rock y

Source: Midget Man Love Doll | the naughty boutique

If this were racist or sexist how many people would be protesting? Yet, is it a problem really? “Persons with disabilities” have sex too. Persons without visible disabilities are recreated as sex dolls. All those social issues and do-gooding get confusing at times.

Retro Internet: The 1500 Point Purity Test

Long ago, in the days of the Internet surfing highway, there was a purity test with over 1000 questions. I found a copy of it. Posted for your viewing (or take the test) pleasure.

THE UNISEX PURITY TEST

If you thought the millenial purity test was bad, well you ain’t see
nuttin’ yet!

This is the 1500 point Purity Test!

We felt that the 1000 point version lost a lot of the “fun” of the
earlier versions, so we re-wrote it, adding a few new sections, and
a shitload of questions. This test is guaranteed to be nosier that
your parents, more invasive than the census, and containing something
to offend everybody.

Also included is an answer form so that you can remember where in the
test you were, or show to a friend.

Continue reading Retro Internet: The 1500 Point Purity Test

For Naughty Boys Driving Around

When you go driving around in your car with your fetish wear, do you ever think about those cameras set up to catch people going through red lights?

They are always on. Whether you go through a red light or not – you are on candid camera. Think about that next time you are driving around. There are eyes watching you each time you cross through an intersection. Who knows what happens to that film…

I wonder if someone has hooked up a camera to their home computer just to catch naughty boys on film. What would they think to see you? Would they get turned on, or laugh or maybe just watch and not give away what they are thinking. Some of them might want to punish such a naughty boy.

Just something to think about… besides I’ll be smirking at the idea of you driving along and thinking twice at each traffic light. If I were in the car with you I’d just quietly say “red light” and you would know exactly why I was smiling.

I just posted this to a man I’ve begun talking to on Fetlife. I should have been posting all my little ideas from the start. Some of them are pretty clever and I enjoy them all.

Where Have all the Naughty Girls Gone?

These are called Naughty French Pin-Up girls on Zazzle, where I found them.

When I look at them I wonder about those women. Who were they and why did they pose? Did they think it was fun, an adventure? Were they doing it to play or tease a lover? Was it a dare, the fun of risking doing something “naughty”? Did some of them need money? Or maybe some attention? The chance to be noticed, desired even? There are so many reasons for women to pose for a photograph in her underwear, or lingerie or with her skirt flipped up, and so on.

These photos were taken about a hundred years ago. The reasons for those women might not even be something I would think about as a woman in this day and age. I wonder about them. I think about my Grandmother and her sisters. I used to wonder what they wore for underwear. I asked my Aunt Alice (my Great Aunt) and she told me about the garters and the stockings and how they stayed up with tight elastic. I always thought that must have been painful to wear.

My Grandmother and her sisters are all gone now. Gone for years. I doubt any of the women in the vintage photos I looked at on Zazzle are still around. No one even knows their names and that is really quite sad. Models are famous these days, whether they are fashion models or porn models, their names are made important. Even if just as part of the contract for the work, you could find their name if you wanted to. Not for these vintage ladies… their names are lost to history but we can still see them as they were – young and fresh forever. I hope they had happy lives, good or not, I hope at the end they could feel it was a job well done.

I Like Taking Myself to Bed

This is my contribution to #AdultSexEdMonth. This is personal and does contain mentions of taboo sexual fetishes and kinks. I don’t apologize for the contents of my sexual fantasies. 

I have a problem with sex. The problem happens when I involve anyone else with my enjoyment of sex. Masturbation is divine. You won’t catch me saying that to anyone, in person. But, masturbation is fully under my control, there is no feedback from cheap seats and I can do whatever I want to myself because I know what I like and how I like it. I explore self pleasuring – I’ve been doing it for a few decades and I’m just getting better at it all the time.

Why does sex have to be about more than one person? I think most people consider self pleasure to still be a selfish act. Or, something for only the lonely.

In actual fact, the best sex I have ever had (except for one very special situation) has been when I was alone in the room. Alone in the building even. In my thoughts I am sometimes alone on the planet even but for my trusty sex bot, or some weird space alien, or other creature from my imagination or readings of other people’s erotica. I do love a good story.

In my sexual fantasies nothing is taboo. I can masturbate my way to orgasm with fantasies of being abducted, alien men with extreme and unusually shaped cocks, age play (based on my own experience of being molested in a movie theatre – which does seem strange to me but nevertheless), sex with animals (the only time I like being near a dog) or anything else wild, dangerous and among the things I would never do in reality and would not even discuss or admit to anyone who knows me.

Having a great imagination and making use of it for your own pleasure does not make you a sexual deviant, it may make you a sexual oddity. But there is nothing law breaking about dreaming up assorted sexual situations while you lie in bed, sit at your desk or in the car… and give yourself a great orgasm.

I have learned to be quiet and fairly quick about it. I almost had my first orgasm when I was about 10. The sensations freaked me out so I stopped at the beginning of the build up. I had no idea why my body was reacting the way it was then. I hadn’t read anything about sex. Parents and sexual education in school didn’t talk about women having orgasms, how your body could flush with pleasure and then burst, all without breaking anything.

In those days I had fantasies about being looked after by a TV doctor, Dr. Kildare for those old enough to know or curious enough to look it up. Richard Chamberlain was the actor. I know this fantasy was based on my issues with my Father. I wanted that caring Daddy who would wrap me up in cotton balls, kiss me gently and make me feel good. I didn’t know about sex toys and had none. I used to bring things to bed with me and use them to play with myself. I won’t go into the assortment but, pens and pencils became my favourite bedtime pastime. Twirling a pencil over my clitoris was a good sensation.

My first orgasm came not from any understanding or knowledge about what I was doing. It was just an accident, on purpose. I was curious about the build up of sensations and finally became curious enough to keep going and see what happened next. I was a little frightened, maybe more than a little. Still, some part of my brain must have known it wasn’t unnatural, in spite of how unusual it seemed. After that first orgasm many more were to follow. By the time I was in my later twenties I was enjoying an orgasm daily. By myself.

I was a virgin, technically, until I was in my early thirties. That was the sex I mentioned earlier. We were both virgins, both the same age and both social misfits. We had been friends for years before sex came into it. We are friends again since the divorce too. So I am one of those old fashioned types who married the first man she slept with. By the way, having sex as a virgin, with a virgin was phenomenal. I doubt it would have been that amazing if we had both been younger. Without having the experience yourself I don’t think you can really ever know what it is like to have your body worshipped.

Anyway, back to the masturbation.

Masturbation can be done with nothing at all, this makes it very portable, mobile even. Sometimes I do like the feeling of something else touching me, something that does not return the feeling which I get from using my own fingers. I used to use the pencils and pens but I have since graduated to a vibrator. I don’t use batteries in it. For one thing, the noise is distracting and for another, I don’t need it to jump or shimmy or vibrate. I like it to penetrate me – but only the odd time. Mostly I like the vibrator (it’s a soft one, not hard plastic) to rub over my clitoris and push just inside the inner lips of my vagina.  I’ve read that vagina only has sensation, the ability to feel, for the first few inches. I have found it to be true. Although I can enjoy the fantasy of being penetrated by something huge, in fact, I enjoy the dip more than the fill up.

Our culture has so many taboos about women and sex, masturbation and virginity and there I was right in the cross-hairs of all three.  I haven’t slept around since the divorce and the marriage itself was light on the sex. But, I don’t feel deprived, anxious or abnormal. I love the orgasms I give myself. Men just seem to mess it all up.

My last actual boyfriend talked so much about how much sex we would have and then… he changed his mind. It ended up with me masturbating him and getting very little back from him. That just isn’t going to work out for me. It was ok for awhile but cock sucking is a double edged thing. I heard my brother and his friends call each other cock suckers and they didn’t mean it like it was a good thing. So, how can men expect women to become cock suckers if being a cock sucker is a bad thing? You can’t have it both ways. So, cock sucking makes me feel dirty, used and angry too.

So, sex with men has not really panned out for me. Men don’t really seem to get it. For one thing they focus on their own needs and when it comes to a woman they think of boobs and pussy, if that much. I want a man who knows I have a body, who discovers how aroused I can get by having my back stroked, lightly scratched and rubbed. I want a man who pats my bum and slips his finger into my pussy from behind. I want a man to explore sensual kinkiness and fetishes with me. I want a man who is masculine and knows what he wants but likes to have a woman in charge sexually. I want a man I can tie up, put in a cage and tease and torment and then laugh at him while he squirms. I want a man who can be a partner in my sexual fantasies and then add his own twist, or take over and become the Daddy who takes care of me but coaxes me to do bad things, naughty things…

I haven’t found that man. I think he might be available in years to come. Ordered online and shipped in a crate. I’d like mine to have a wind up key and an off button. It would be nice if he can also shrink in size for some of my fantasies about little men, like the tiny people from Gulliver’s Travels. I won’t go into details, just leave that for your own kinky, sensual imagination the next time you have some time to yourself and let your fingers do the walking.

Masturbation is very relaxing in the evening when you can’t sleep. (Just in case you didn’t already know).

Topless Women: The Right to Bare Breasts

I write for HubPages but have gotten tired of their prudish attitude to do with anything sexual or adult. So I am removing posts which I had written there or planned to write there. I don’t need to listen to anyone’s ideals of what is too adult here.

It’s all good until someone pokes a nipple out.

 

In July this year (2012) it will be twenty one years since Gwen Jacob fought for the right to bare breasts for women in Ontario, Canada.

There are so many issues connected to such a simple thing as bare chests.

  1. Breastfeeding in public and the exposing of the female breast in a public place.
  2. Male and female equality.
  3. Old ideas of women’s breasts as being sinful, dirty rather than natural.
  4. Our own feelings of having or wanting to hide our breasts.
  5. Nudity in general. Naturism, the right to full nudity anywhere.
  6. Violence against women. You may not think this is relevant, but it is.
  7. Dress codes – there are places where no one should be bare chested.
  8. Sex workers who get paid to remove clothing as a career.
  9. Nudity in art.
  10. Sex sells and it’s almost always a woman being sold for sexy ads.
  11. Virginity and being a good girl versus a ‘slut’.
  12. Feminism and the whole bra wearing versus bra burning thing.
  13. The lingerie and fashion industry.
  14. Breast cancer – are you still topless if your breasts aren’t there?
  15. Exposing breasts as an attention getting tactic during protests.

Gwen Jacob in the News

  • Women’s topless court victory 20 years later – CBC News
    When university student Gwen Jacob removed her top to cool off on a sweltering summer day in July 1991, she unwittingly spearheaded a movement to give all women in Ontario the legal right to expose their breasts — though most still choose not to.

 Women Go Topless in Ontario

Gwen Jacob, 1992.

Public Exposure and Indecency

There is nothing in this post which a child could not read. I have not written anything pornographic or adult. I have not added an image even as I write this. Yet this post has been automatically blocked by HubPages – just for using the word breast and/ or topless.

Earlier this month I wanted to post nude ASCII art. But, even the hint of a breast in the post was too much to be acceptable. After trying to work with HubPages restrictions I removed the post (after a second re-edit) and posted the content to my own site instead. I was disappointed in HubPages. As a fairly old fashioned, romantic and traditional woman there was nothing in the post which I found overly adult, offensive or exposed.

Why are we so intimidated by a woman’s breasts? Are women’s breasts dirty? Are women’s breasts naughty and meant to sell cars, beer and pornographic magazines only?

I like my breasts. I will probably not expose them in public because the idea of showing more of myself than I have to is set deeply in my mind. I’m not young, slim and twenty any more. But, I admire those who follow up on the protest by taking off their shirt and going topless.

Topless, Cleavage and Barechested

National Cleavage Day

Wikipedia says women are Topless but men are Barechested:

Barechested most commonly refers to a male wearing no clothes above the waist, exposing much or all of the torso.[1] It is also known as “stripped to the waist” or “being shirtless”. The term topless is usually applied only to women.

Toplessness refers to the state in which the breasts, areolae, and nipples of a woman or post-pubescent girl are exposed, especially in a public venue or in a visual medium.

Why are women described as showing breasts, areolae and nipples. Men have the same biological parts but are only described as being unclothed above the waist. Are topless women only showing breasts but keeping the rest of their bodies covered? No. So, an interesting interpretation between men and women from Wikipedia, isn’t it.

The Right to Bare Breasts Outside of Ontario

Comments from the original post on HubPages. 

That Grrl 3 days ago from Barrie, Ontario, Canada

I like for men and women to cover up. But it should be voluntary, as you say Mike. I wish the young women would be as covered up as the men they are with. Young men wear shorts about knee length and T-shirts. I think it’s weird that young men are dressed well and the young women look like they forgot to put their clothes on.

Mike 4 days ago

I think it is attractive when a woman covers her breasts voluntarily because breasts would be boring if they were exposed all the time. Women are smart for doing this and I thank them.

That Grrl 7 weeks ago from Barrie, Ontario, Canada

Actually there is every way a male chest can be compared to a female chest. We have all the same parts. Women’s breasts just pop out in a different way. Men can have bigger chests or breasts too if they gain weight or lift weight to gain muscles.

The main issue is one of society and our cultural standards. I don’t especially support women going bare chested. But, I don’t support men taking off their shirts in public either. I don’t like the way young women dress with most of their curves hanging out of their clothing meanwhile the young men look over dressed by comparison.

I do think people should dress as they choose, within reason. I don’t think the human body is something which needs to be kept hidden, like a dirty secret. But, I don’t think we need to expose ourselves either. Clothing has a purpose beyond being decorative or keeping our butts from sticking to the seat or preventing a lot of insect bites, etc. There is nothing wrong with some modesty on the part of the clothes wearer or the people viewing other people.

It’s not a simple issue. I actually think it’s pretty complicated and very interesting.

katyzzz 7 weeks ago from Sydney, Australia

There’s no way a male chest can be compared with female breasts, we need to recognise that fact, personally I don’t want to expose my breasts for every Tom Dick and Harry but then again I don’t want to see female breasts either except for breast feeding, I think you present a minority view and a dress code for work for women is definitely due, from what I see going off to work each day, that way they will never get on, the men do dress appropriately on the whole and accept it. Equality

Do You Know Where Those Photos of Your Naughty Bits Are?

One thing women (and likely men) don’t think about when they contribute naughty photos of themselves to another site is the distribution of those photos. I don’t mean the obvious – someone views the photo on the site and copies it for themselves. But, what happens when the database of the site is hacked and someone takes all those photos. Now it’s not an individual person, it’s a business. Your photo could turn up anywhere online, or in print, or other offline locations.

I added photos to Voyeurweb and then gave up on using the site because I couldn’t figure out how to load more photos or anything else. Who needs the frustration I decided, so I left and didn’t think about them again. Today, I have an email telling me the Voyeurweb site was taken over my someone else and the database was moved to Voyeurcloud now. I went to Voyeurcloud, it looks a lot like Voyeruweb. Then I went to Voyeurweb and read a note about how their database was hacked and all the content taken – but they were happy to report they were able to reload it all.

So, how many different sites now have the photos I originally contributed to Voyeurweb… Far more than I gave permission to use my photos.