Sex | Touch Me Right ... There

Not that long ago I was blogging about an erotic moment where my husband made me sit with the hem of my skirt hiked, no panties, and then proceeded to take me to nirvana with his fingers. I’m not ashamed to say that I frequently reflect back on this sexy interlude for some orgasmic inspiration.

I thought what would help out all my girlfriends out there - because they need some orgasmic stimulation just as much as I do. And so guys, today's entry is strictly for you. I suspect your partners will pretty much know what works for her when it comes to some digital manipulation - and I hope she has shared with you just how to get her off. In the meantime, I'm going to try to explain it to you - but only about what works for me - so we all have a little something extra on our “honey do“ list this weekend.

The biggest factor, if in doubt, is to ask her for a nice demonstration and explanation. Assure her that it will be in her continued best interest to give you a private lesson on exactly how she manages to reach that toe-curling “O” with her own fingers.

So without further ado ...

How to make a woman feel unbelievable with your fingers.

The one thing I find that you guys simply don't understand is that the best sensation for a woman - remember I'm talking about me here - is that first two inches or so just inside the pussy. All the nerve endings are right there and that is where the greatest feeling is. Don't go jamming your hand halfway to my liver in there.

As my hubby and I discussed this, I showed him and let him play. He's pretty damn good with his hands and tongue in the first place, but this was real good too.

As I was playing with my clit, he gently stroked the bottom of the inside of my pussy with his finger. If she's lying on her back guys, gently rub the spot inside the pussy as if you are pressing down against her anus. As I was explaining this, I made the comparison to my favourite toy - my turbo rabbit. It has beads all along the base that rotate when it is inside...hence, the first couple of inches inside a woman...

Now some of us just aren't into a little love button action. Not me, though...that's the most amazing place to go. But, some of the guys I have had experience with want to get right onto it and mash it around...no...no, no...

If a guy really wants to get me into a soaking wet, squirming, begging for it all kind of situation...think timex. Gently massage that spot on the outer sides, at 10 and 2 o'clock positions. Since I am right handed, I like to work my little button on the right side, and gently massage...changing my hand speed and pressure as I go.

When my husband gets into me that way, he will sit between my legs, and run his fingers and tongue along that spot, leaving me in a twitching, moaning orgasm.

Now, for those of you who can...go get her off! LOL

Andee     xoxo

Bisexuality | My Answer To Marcos

My online friend Marcos had asked me about my blog a while back when I touched on the idea of losing my bi-curious virginity. Of course, it one of the subjects that I do like to discuss when given the chance ­­– mostly because it’s not something that I can bring up at work among my co-workers all that frequently.

It took quite a long time for everything to come to the point of having my bi-curious status change to practicing bisexual … although the practicing part has slowed down considerably of late.

I can’t say that it is this way for all women, but I always wondered in my own mind about other women. As a teenager I would notice some of my classmates, and one of my best friends was a lesbian – although she wasn’t “out of the closet” on that in our small town. But like most high schools, you heard rumours of what went on at certain parties with certain people and instead of being filled with the “drama” of the gossip I was more inclined to go “hmmm, too bad I missed it…”

The first time I really had the opportunity to come to terms with my feelings was when I was away at a work-related conference with a coworker. Not to rehash the story, you can catch up on your background reading in my entry Bisexuality | When It All Came Out.

I spent a couple years with those bi-curious feelings a lot closer to the surface because of what happened that weekend. My husband was very enthusiastic about the idea of me exploring more… for some strange reason … and we would often talk about taking things to the next level. This was when we started going to swinger clubs and dances, met some nice couples, etc., but nothing ever really launched to that next stage of exploration.

Taking The Leap
Then one night at a neighbour’s party I started chatting with the husband of one couple we knew. Drinks had been going down pretty easy all night and the conversation quickly moved to a very sexual nature, and continued pretty much for the rest of the night. A lot of things got shared, and before you know it, we had found some friends that shared some very similar desires and willingness to explore as my hubby and I.

So, now that we had pretty much established that all four of us shared the idea of exploring on an even bigger level, we made the necessary arrangements to solve our mutual horniness. To be honest, it did take a couple of tries to really figure everything out – much like dating on a normal level. The first time we got together, we ended up in the hot tub. It was here that I kissed her for the first time.

The next time we got together things progressed to a more interesting point. We moved our evening into their bedroom where everyone got naked and jumped into bed. There was an awful lot of foreplay, kissing between her and I, her husband and I, her and my husband. At one point, I was on my back and her husband was teasing my pussy with his fingers and tongue. Next thing I know, she is between my legs licking me. It felt absolutely marvelous. It was the first time another woman had licked me there, and my orgasm wasn’t all that long in cumming.

Not one to be selfish, we switched positions and I repaid the favour, sharing her pussy with my husband. It was the first time I had tasted another woman ­– and I was now totally hooked on it. My curious nature had been replaced with a burning lust and a little bit of experience.

The couple are still good friends, but we don’t see them much anymore, and after those first few experiences, my husband struggled a bit with the “chemistry” of it all. I was into her and all the fun it brought to the moment, but in those times when the guys would switch and I would find myself playing around with her husband, mine was just not feeling the mood. And that is an important thing – everyone has to have that chemistry for it to be exciting and erotic.

I can’t say the whole experience played out the way I imagined. The piece of advice I do offer to couples and friends we meet that I share my fantasies with, and invite into my lifestyle on a personal, real, level is that fantasy is often better than the reality. In the fantasy, you don’t think about the awkwardness of four adults on a queen-size bed, or if the guys are totally OK with another guy in the room with a throbbing erection. You forget that, after 20 years of monogamous sex, everyone has their own “style” of foreplay. You forget how alcohol can impair the sensation (and occasional judgment call).

But if you accept that these moments are less than Hollywood perfect, then the experience can be incredible and exciting like few others.

As you read in The Adventure Is Back On Track, I have also explored with another experience and can say I want to explore even more. But at the end of it all, the adventure will continue to take me where it will. I can’t over-plan for these things.

Hope that sheds a little more insight for you!

Andee xoxo

Naughty Thoughts From The Train

If you could be a fly on my bedroom wall some days I know you would fall to the floor in hysterics. Some of the crazy ideas that my twisted spouse seems to come up never cease to make me wonder.

I had mentioned to him a couple days ago about this woman I had seen, and how as someone who appreciates a sexy person, I was practically drooling. This woman had on a very short, yet totally office-friendly black miniskirt, funky high heels and had amazing legs.

OK, mostly I was toying with his libido by sharing, but then he challenged me again to use that thought to my advantage here. “Tell me what naughty thoughts go through your mind on one of those horny morning rides.”

So, being the good wife I am …

The Sexy Six

1. My Cute Guy
My Twitter followers know all about him. I think everyone has that person they see in the day to day life that makes them go hmmm. Right? Surely I’m not the only one who thinks like this.

2. The young guy in the suit with the really awesome ties
This might just win my official "cougar" badge, but my goodness he has style and I would love to grab him by that neckware and kiss him deeply … I wonder if he would let me bring one home? I could give it to my husband and secretly fantasize about my young commuter cub each time my hubby slipped it around his own neck.

3. There’s this cute girl who always wears miniskirts
I put this one in the “If I knew then what I know now” category. Each time I see this cute young thing I can’t help but feel those bisexual tendencies start to boil. I catch the guys looking at her all the time too, and I wonder if they noticed she was wearing that flirty little leopard print skirt today; and maybe like me, question if she knows that when she is standing on the platform as we pull into her stop that the light behind her sets my imagination on fire.

4. Rumour is the train has its own “mile high” society known as the “Corridor Club”
This is where my sense of adventure and risk really come together. I watch these people slip in and out of the washroom, some taking an exceptionally long time in there, and I wonder if they just had a big breakfast or are they horny like me? How exciting would it be to slip in there one day when I am wearing a skirt for some easy access, pull my panties down to my ankles and wait for you to slip into the washroom and into me. Would the motion of the train on the tracks be erotic enough, or would they prove to be frustrating as we try to find satisfaction before we pull into our final destination?

5. Is the washroom big enough
Reality is I have never ventured inside the train’s washroom … it scares me for doing the business side of life. But could we manage to position ourselves in such a way that we could go the distance? And some days I wonder if the people sitting closest to it would hear me if I slipped in there, took my somewhat realistic vibrating penis from my purse and made myself cum.

6. That blonde … uh huh
She is just too sexy for her own good; looking all hot and business-like every morning. Don’t think I didn’t notice the one time you got on in my train car with your hair a little less than it’s usual perfect style … and you made me think all the way to work if you were being naughty before the day started - and how you would taste on my lips.

Andee     xoxo

One Heel On The Highway

Have you ever been trying to explain something that caught your eye and have someone say that is an exceptional metaphor for your life?

I was telling my husband how I noticed this high heel shoe on the highway during my morning drive. No rhyme or reason as to why it was there, just this single high heel shoe on the paved shoulder. I started to wonder, “How does any self-respecting woman lose a high heel on the highway?”

Alright I admit, I have an active imagination … and all those naughty thoughts came to mind as well.

But my husband said it was a great analogy for me - one heel on the highway; meaning that my whole life is a bit like that, one foot in reality (the heel I didn’t see) and one heel on the path to wherever the road is going.

I kind of liked that idea.

I’ve been reading a lot lately about how to improve my blogs, how to write better, how to create something that has some value for you, my reader. I told you I started this whole thing as a way to share my thoughts and fantasies and random naughty thoughts. Originally it was a bit of a “project” between my husband and I to keep the imagination spinning, and sharing. Since those early days, as more of you tagged along, it has become my way of inviting you to share that hour-long train ride with me each morning; and hoping that what you find in my thoughts is something intriguing and amusing.

For me, this is part of that “one heel on the highway.” It’s part of that stepping into a whole new environment of sexual openness and behaviour.

And it made me think, does the same apply to you? Not that you may be into wearing women’s shoes - unless you are a woman - but have you put one foot on the path to adventure? Has any of my sharing helped you uncover new experiences ­– or even prompted you to be to so bold as communicate a new thought with your partner?

Left Turns & Danger Ahead

It can be a big risk to take that first step, not knowing the direction it may lead you or what may be waiting at the end. You have no idea once you put that first heel on the highway whether or not the road will be straight, filled with curves, left turns or even short and uneventful. It may be filled with pot holes and debris … or it may be freshly paved and smooth.

How many of you have passed by that one shoe and wondered how it got there? Is it one of those “open your eyes and look around” moments that allow us to get inside our imaginations?

And just like my husband’s metaphor – how many of you have put both heels on the path to adventure?

If you remember back a couple entries, you’ll make the connection with the idea of risk. Adventure requires some risk-taking, and for the part, a big dose of bravery. But it is also what opens the door to fantasies and experiences.

Step On The Highway

1. Adventure requires taking educated and calculated risks – meaning you have an idea as to what the outcome should be. Sometimes, especially when considering sexual adventures, you need to keep in mind that the fantasy outweighs the reality.

2. Adventure requires an open mind. Are you one of those people who embraces new ideas, rolls with the punches or goes with the flow (just to use as many clichés as I can)? Or are you the type that needs to be in control at all times? When you put that one heel on the highway, you will need to be ready to accept what comes your way. Sometimes it is disappointment, but most times the surprise is worth every fret and bead of sweat if you can let yourself go for the experience.

3. Accept the challenge. I know my limits, but I also know when the time comes to push them further and further. I’m not talking forgoing personal safety or the sanctity of my vows, but I am telling you that to really set out on an adventure in life, you must let go of a lot of what holds you back. Not long ago I marveled at how my oldest son could get up in front of a gymnasium of people and play his guitar and sing an original song – all at the tender age of 11. His guitar teacher simply said “Children don’t have the fear of what other people will think, they just go and try.” Wow … is that ever a lesson in reality. Are you ready to accept the challenge and not let others hold you back?

Maybe that high heel shoe on the highway isn’t as deep as I‘m making it out to be; maybe it is the result of frustration, misplacement or drunken nonsense. Maybe it is the result of something erotic like my imagination would like to believe. A big part of me hopes that shoe is not like one of those fabulous Louboutins as seen in my photo for this entry – that would be beyond sinful.

Nonetheless, that one high heel on the highway has given me a new way to describe my own adventure right now.

Andee     xoxo

Lights, Camera ... Sex

A few days ago I invited you guys to ask anything you wanted to know about me, as I want part of this whole thing to be something you can share in. One of my online friends asked me, particularly after my blog about porn and sex, was if I found sex in front of the camera to be different.

Short answer: you betcha!

A lot of my sex life these days includes three parties: me, the guy and the camera. I think a big part of it is because of how busy my husband and I get we like to multi-task even when we are in the bedroom. And as twisted as that may seem to some people, it’s just a moment in our reality these days - especially because we want to share a good part of that with you guys!

Sure, it’s not the greatest of historic romances famous novelists will one day write about, but it works.

At first, the idea of having sex with the camera rolling was a bit of a mix between awkward eroticism and naughty exhibitionism. The idea was a big turn on, and we would spend quite a bit of time planning, preparing and discussing the ideas. I can't say that I had aspired to making my own sex tapes as I was growing up, but life and adventure take you to certain places.

As my website grew with more photo sessions and videos, there were a lot of things that moved closer to being “habits” and “routines.” We had gotten past the awkwardness and moved on to pushing the limits a bit more each time.

Maybe this is the sad statement of the day, but I can't remember the last time I put on some really naughty or kinky lingerie just to entice my husband.

Lost In The Moment
The thing with sex and the camera is you lose quite a bit of the intimacy. It can be hard to totally lose yourself in the moment when you know that orgasm-face looks better at this angle and watch the shadows, etc. And there is nothing more frustrating than really getting into things only to pause while you change the camera angle or reshoot a scene just for the close-up. All the things those lovely breast-enhanced actresses don't have to deal with in Porn Valley. Some days I openly beg for a cameraman ...

Plus there is a part of me that gets frustrated with that loss of intimacy and privacy, because there are times when you just want to have that crazy, over-the-top kinky sex for fun. That’s certainly not to say I don’t … but more times than not we are pushing the limits for the camera. I suppose we just need to be a bit more selfish and not let you guys see so much of the sex toys and light bondage stuff!

So, as you can see, the camera has become a bit of a mistress for both of us, and sometimes we have to remember not to invite her along.

Andee     xoxo

Has Technolgy Killed Prince Charming

I am a bit of a technophobe. Despite this ever-growing secret online life of mine, I openly admit that technology and electronic gadgets scare me. Well, at least the ones that don’t intentionally vibrate.

For the longest time I never even owned a cell phone. I have a job where they are neither required, nor recommended. It was only when I crashed my car one slippery winter morning ­– and had to stand at the side of the highway for half an hour until someone finally stopped to help – that my husband marched me down to the mall and got me one.

It was only recently that I learned the etiquette of “texting” … thanks to my 65-year-old Mom.

When I started to commute on the train each morning, he bought me this cute little laptop to keep me occupied. I was duly reprimanded when I commented that the touch-pad was too small for an effective game of solitaire.

“Use your imagination …”

Um, where do the batteries go and how will this work if the train is crowded?

Not the imaginative response I guess I was supposed to offer up.

So, it seems more out of circumstance than real need have I acquired these electronic companions. But, I admit some of them have certainly made my day pass with more intrigue and excitement. I have become a blogging addict – if you can’t tell. And I even like my phone, although I probably use about two per cent of its capabilities.

140-Character Romance

Lately one of my younger, single coworkers has begun to ease back into the dating scene after getting over a break-up. At lunch she is constantly texting and messaging the guys she has met and whatever. I think it’s really positive for her, but my husband kind of made an unusual comment about how technology has killed romance.

“What happened to the day when you would have to spend the time planning your courtship? When you tormented yourself with ‘When do I call her’ and the surprise flowers at work, when you had actual conversations with the girl and had to use wit and charm to win her over … all that stuff?”

It does seem that people who are dating today, or “courting” as my surprisingly old-fashioned hubby would say, spend about 30 seconds connecting over the cell phone and mutually agree that is a step in building a romance. A minute spent crafting a 140-character text is not the same as an epic love poem; it’s not a love letter than I can keep in a special little box at the bottom of my Hope chest and pull out when I need reassurance that there is an emotional commitment as well as the financial one so many marriages seem to be about.

One of the guys I work texts his wife ­– which I thought was somewhat reasonable. You know, you don’t see each other all day; what a great modern way to say I’m thinking of you … forever the romantic in me until he commented about how they never talk anymore. Huh?

Another person I know is a speed-dating fanatic.

No Prince Charming?
What happened to the singles bar? What happened to cheesy pick-up lines you could giggle with your girlfriends over on a Monday morning? The effort, the nightlong process … the peacock-like posing and the crushing blows to the ego following rejection?

All good questions, but I wonder if technology has taken away some of the “pursuit” when it comes to romance. Rejection might be easier when you can just hit “delete” but that doesn’t help us build character and grow into the people we are through those experiences, trials and tribulations.

We need love, we need hurt, we need romance and we need effort.

Women long for that touch, the hand on the small of our back when you lean in to say something; the personal connection that says “I know you have a pulse and I would like to make it race.”

I fear for future generations of young girls who will not be able to fantasize about Prince Charming riding up on a white horse to sweep them away. The modern version has him tweeting and geo-tagging, then hacking the Facebook account of the dreaded evil stepmother and changing her status. A Vespa has replaced the horse, because Prince Modern is too busy to care for such a magnificent animal – and a scooter is cheap on gas.

Our youth (like I’m so old) have so many ways to connect with each other now that they have forgotten the art of personal and physical communication. Too many of them seem unable to share a moment face-to-face and just talk.

140 characters should be a number you never tell your next lover, not an alphabetical letter-count.

In this flirting contest I have ongoing with my husband, one of the comments I had made was about how difficult it is for a woman to attract a man’s glance these days because – and I see it every single day on my way to work – almost everyone has their eyes glued to some sort of PDA. It might explain the increase in shoe fetishes, but it’s not helpful in the necessary “battle of the sexes.” No one people-watches anymore – no one notices each other, except through photos on social media sites … and I fear that technology also means no one whispers sweet nothings anymore.

Wow … rant Andee, rant …

I am a technophobe, but I guess I am also a bit too narcissistic to give up on that human attention.

Andee     xoxo

Food Sex | Slide The Donut On It

It’s Easter Sunday and no doubt you are getting your own fill of chocolate. At my house, the kids are already jacked up on a major sugar rush.

I was thinking of slipping on my bunny costume just to hang out and write my blog, but there’s just too many Little Men buzzing around here today. But maybe that might help for your imagination while we share our coffee’s together virtually this morning.

Yesterday when I was sitting in the salon getting my hair done, I was reading one of those trashy magazines again. When you have nothing else to do for the almost two hours that it takes, you need something to occupy the mind. I don’t know if it’s just me but some of those articles they print are a bit of a mix between weird and horny. I was already halfway in a horny mood anyway, so this was an idea I actually found intriguing

It’s a fun way to incorporate some food into your sexy life; although I’m not sure it’s for everyone. The idea is to take a donut and slip it onto his erection and the eat it off. I assumed they meant a donut with a whole in the middle already, because slipping one those Boston crème ones will be a bigger sticky mess … but maybe make for some much better licking.

I think it also designed for you to just forget about the calories for one night too.

Anyway, it’s a funny idea. Truth be told, it's very difficult to actually do it because once you take a couple nibbles, the donut will fall off. Maybe it might be better to get one of those filled donuts and just kind of slide it on top! Yummy jelly!

I wondered how many guys would automatically refer back to that joke about a naked man being able to carry a dozen donuts and two cups of hot coffee. I started thinking about the idea of how the experience could be an intriguing mix of sweet and salty. But it is totally about just an oral sex moment. Don’t go putting him into your honey pot before cleaning all that sugar off - sugar in the vagina can lead to infection!

I’ve never been a real big “food sex” kind of girl. Don’t know why, but it has just never captured my sexual imagination that much. The idea of chocolate body paint; sure it’s cool … but whipped cream or bananas, etc., has just not connected with me. Food can be sexy when it’s just food though. My husband occasionally makes mussels in white wine sauce … that’s almost orgasmic on its own.

But I have to admit … if you gotta be sinful with the diet, this donut idea might be a fun excuse just to give him some oral excitement. And you know that the protein in his sperm is also good for you … another reason to swallow!

I can hear all the husbands reading this going “YES!!!”

Andee     xoxo

Flirting | Guys Hitting On Me

Heading out this morning to get my hair done, then who knows what tonight may bring? I know at some point the Easter Bunny will be showing up.

Hippity-Hoppity Bunny

This is a something from quite a while back, but I tried to update it a little bit. Not that things have changed much, other than my enthusiasm for having it happen - which is what resulted in my summer flirt contest. Sometimes my mouth tends to get me into something interesting trouble!

What is your reaction to a guy hitting on you?

As I get a little older, it’s an invigorating experience. Some nights, if I see a really hot guy I’m like “Oh, hit on me, hit on me!” It's one of those things that can lead to some fun conversations ... even if I'm very committed to my husband.

It totally depends on the guy’s approach, and the moment. I tend to be a lot more open and flirtatious when I'm out with my girlfriends than I am when I'm out with my hubby - even at those lifestyle clubs. I’m a little too coy for the usual pickup lines, so I find them kinda corny and tired. Some guys might mistake my giggle at their bravado a blow to their ego…

What really works for me is a guy who has some sincerity in his approach. Flattery always works, but it has to be real. No “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” come-ons. I like a guy who can comment on the way I look, or dance, and seem like he means it – even if he really is only looking to get into my panties.

Honesty
I could spend most of the night flirting and chatting with a guy who meets my attractive criteria – and can hold a conversation with me – if he simply says “That’s a very nice outfit on you. Did you buy for a special occasion, or just a night out?”

Honesty is also a great pick-up. “I noticed you dancing, and I think you’re cute/sexy/hot/etc. Can I buy you a drink and talk for a while?”

What rarely works with me is if some guy wants to sidle up to me on the dance floor and expect a little bumpin’ and grindin’ to the beat. No way, Chuck….not a chance with me if that’s how little you think of my integrity as a woman. I might look like some action, but you’ll get nothing if you think you’re all that and can just expect me to swoon.

Now, keep in mind, I am a happily married woman and the chances of a big score are very slim (unless you’re Tim McGraw and then no rules apply). But I am a big flirt, I love to dance and party…and chances are you’ll still have a great time with me even if there’s no sex ;-)

Andee     xoxo

Sex Toys | Going To Orgasmic Extremes

Guys have this reputation for taking things into their own hands when it comes to self-pleasure. But what about us? Maybe we are just better at hiding the fact that when it comes to orgasms, no one does it better …

Just the other day I was reflecting fondly on some past moments as I leafed through that book I was telling you about in a previous blog, by Laura Corn. Apart from some of the great ways to heat up the intimacy between my husband and I, it also gave me some time to think back on all the crazy ways I have managed to coax out an orgasm or two.

Bet that caught your attention!

As I was discovering more and more about self pleasure, there weren’t too many real options available to me. First off, you had to be legal age to buy a sex toy ... and I grew up in a small town where there wasn't an abundance of adult shops selling naughty things. I spent a good long time as a horny teenager getting carpel tunnel. And when it wasn’t completely manual, it was – as mentioned earlier – the sensations of warm bath water.

The first time I encountered anything non-traditional was when my then-boyfriend introduced me to the smooth, cool feeling of a wine bottle while he toyed and teased with all the other good bits with his tongue. Shortly thereafter he bought me that somewhat realistic vibrating penis I have spoken affectionately about.

The bottle scene has been repeated a couple times since (see Update 298) … and now I see that there are glass dildos out there. I’m still a bit apprehensive about them as a regular “go to” when I need a little extra down there. Not sure why, but part of it is I have this fear of them breaking or chipping and then … ouch …

Hmm, not so crazy when it comes to the unusual for me? It gets a bit better ...

Perhaps one of the strangest items for me … and I realize that it may border on “ho-hum” is our cyclone-action vacuum. I never set out for it to work out that way, but after we had shot a photo set of me in a French Maid costume, doing housework, the idea of using it never left my imagination. One afternoon I was feeling exceptionally horny, and in the middle of some housework, I got the urge for some sexual release. The sensation produced by the cyclone action was just about right when I dropped my panties and used the vibrations running along the hose to take me there.

By far, one of the most unusual sensations I have encountered between my thighs is what my husband refers to as “the iceman cummeth.” As a naughty Christmas gift, he had bought me an ice-mould in the shape of an erect penis. One hot summer evening we slipped the frozen erection from it’s rubber form, grabbed the camera and headed to the patio. What was really hard about this was that I kept getting “ice-cream headaches” in my fingers trying to manipulate the melting ice cock in and out.

That said, the feeling of having the cool water from the melting ice cube running down that really sensitive spot between heaven and the back door was incredible, especially with the humid night time air.

So far there is only really one thing that I have tried in the sex toy market that I am still deciding on – balls. And no, not the kind that come attached to a gorgeous completely realistic penis, the ben-wah kind. The last time I tried them, things didn’t exactly work out for thrills and I was left a bit sore physically and emotionally.

Other masturbation methods …

• Hair brush
• Vibrating sponge
• Pulsating toothbrush

As you can see, I don’t really keep my affection for sex toys that much of a secret. I have a pretty decent collection of things designed to get me off. But, just for fun I decided to look up a few ideas that will not become an orgasmic fixture in my boudoir …

Six Insane Sex Toys

1. Kaylani's Foot Fetish Toy
A bizarre pair of synthetic feet, with a "luscious tight velveteen" vagina for an "incredibly lifelike sensation" built into the heel of one ... I realize that a lot of guys have a foot fetish, but I know my anatomy and I have yet to meet a woman with a vagina on her heel. And having said that, the last time I was called up to give a guy a foot job, he wanted to let it all go on my toes. I guess that's why the added bonus according to one website is the ruby-red painted toe nails.

2. Anime Sex Doll
Sex dolls are kind of creepy to me in the first place. The idea of making it with a large inflatable is just odd. I realize that might be judgmental - even hypocritical given my collection of somewhat realistic vibrating penises - but one that is an actual usable sex doll resembling Japanese cartoon characters? Given a choice, at least let's have one that resembles, oh I don't know, Daphne from Scooby Doo...

3. Mr. Jack with Moustache
Hmm ... not that there is anything wrong with it, but a jack-off toy with a creepy fake moustache is like getting a blow job from Groucho Marx if you ask me. It's a crazy looking toy at best, and according to the promo piece, fits like a glove. My question is ... I know how I keep a somewhat realistic vibrating penis clean and fresh, but how the heck and where ... please, never mind.

4. Chin-strap dildo
Don't get me wrong, I love oral sex and I love having my pussy licked. I might manage to get through a sex session with a guy (or girl) wearing this, but I'm sure I would have to be drunk. 

5. Middle Finger Vibrator
I'm all for a really good hand job, especially when I'm getting it ... but I've never seen anyone with a monster middle finger quite like this one! Equally as cartoony as the Mr. Jack. I can only assume from the photo here that the thumb is also supposed to provide a bit of extra manipulation! 

6. Inflatable Sheep
Um ... do I really need to go there? Ok, this one is really presented as a "bachelor party" gag gift, but you know - you just know - that someone has taken it to the next level.

Of course there are some other outrageous gadgets out there - such as vibrating corn on the cob. And I’m reminded of this one photo I saw of a woman trying for all she was worth to lower herself onto a massive black dildo that had to be as wide a fence post. And homemade monster machines? I’m not sure the power drill mechanical dildo is anywhere on the horizon for me, but I do think that if it gets you off, more power to you!

Happy “O” hunting!

Andee     xoxo

 

Sex | Risk, Reward and Adventure

Have you ever come to a fork and the road and wondered which way to go next?

These days my life is a bit like the ending of Castaway with Tom Hanks, where he finally delivers the package that kept him going all that time, and then as he drives away from the farm he reaches a crossroads …

For a few months now you have been (hopefully) reading about the state of my current sexual adventure. I’ve tried to touch on a variety of things so that it wouldn’t be too exceptionally boring for you. I’m also leaving the door wide open to all you guys to shape the next few months of my blog as well. If there is something you want to know, or just have a curiousity about, just ask.

But I have spent a bit too much time, maybe, analyzing where it leads next? And as I went through some of the thoughts swimming around in my head, I had to pause on the idea of when is something an adventure, and when is it just a risk?

I sometimes struggle in my mind when I hear friends or coworkers talking about how relatively common things today – chatting online, flirting … exploring the “lifestyle” – are risky behaviours. Those things may be seen that way – unless, of course, you include your spouse along the way. Being trapped in a stale, boring marriage is a bit more risky than adventurous …

Gossip in our modern society has reached epidemic proportions.

Adventure vs. Risk
For me, being adventurous and “risky behaviours” are two very different things, even though adventure comes with a number of associated risks.

Those risks are relatively understood from the outset, and don’t overshadow the excitement of the moment. In my own experience, things like my website and videos have a number of risks that I know could come back on me. The idea of someone I know that shouldn’t know about my naughty secret, such as my employer, is a risk.

Adventures are supposed to be something that result in an emotional high, a sense of accomplishment and a resulting reward of achievement. In a sexual way, I see adventure as doing things that stretch my imagination, challenge the fine line between my fantasies and reality, and take my mind and libido to even more orgasmic places.

It means creating the part of me you know as Andee, the flirtatious web model with a lust for sex toys, lingerie and sharing it through photos and videos. It’s the moments of having another man taste me and tease me with his hands. It’s feeling his erection rubbing oh-so-close-to-penetration as I sit on his lap and make-out in the hot tub. It’s the sensation of my first kiss with a woman, and how another woman can send me to nirvana with her tongue.

To reach the end of adventure means your have something to fondly look back on, a feat that touched your emotions, challenged your fears and boosted your ego. Then it pushes you to a new level, new highs and new experiences.

I know many adventures await me on the path ahead … but I just need to figure out how risk differs from that.

Andee     xoxo

Flirting Wife | My Husband Deals With It

A friend was asking how I could allow myself to participate in that flirting contest of mine. I had let her in on the secret of how my husband and I made up this bit of fun for the warm weather months here (only wish the warm weather months would cooperate and show up!). She was bordering between intrigued and scandalized.

I’m not suggesting that the idea is something that everyone can enjoy. I think I might even be hard pressed to find any of my friends that would willingly do anything similar. But part of the rules were designed by my husband as a way to shore up his wife's sometimes fickle self-esteem.

As someone who has always been somewhat flirtatious by nature, it hasn’t been all that difficult for me to ease into the “game.” What I actually find harder - and it sounds a bit too egotistical, so I am sorry - is keeping track so I can play fairly. Of course, it doesn’t help that I am usually the initiator in the moment. I guess I like to stir the pot and poke everyone’s imagination towards good places.

Flirting is a very normal, healthy and FUN behaviour. The important thing is to not read too much into it, and have a pretty good understanding of where your own "personal" limits are. 

My friend’s observation was about how can my husband deal with me being a flirt, and allowing other men to flirt with me. I guess I could keep it all to myself and not let him know, or I can play the flirt card and use it to keep the excitement in my relationship.

I’ve blogged about it before and I stand behind the idea of keeping the sense of competition alive in a marriage. Remember when you were dating and all the effort and techniques you would use in pursuing that new partner? Just because 20 years has passed doesn’t mean you can settle into the couch cushions and say “Ok, I’m done …”

That’s probably why so many marriages fall apart.

So, how does my husband deal with a flirtatious wife? I had to grill him, because now my intrigue had been peaked. What motivates a man to freely say he doesn’t mind - and, in fact, hopes - that other men will flirt with his wife?

“Trust.”

Not much depth there, Charlie …

My husband, although he now vehemently denies it exists anymore, used to possess a bit of a jealous streak. And since I wasn’t getting too far in the grilling, I turned up the heat and put on the boots again … just for grocery shopping.

Like that puts me in the mood for sex anyway … except for the cucumbers; those fresh, hard, long cucumbers.

Anyway …

As we wandered the food aisles, and he occasionally fell behind (I was on to him pretty quick), he explained that the past 10 years have not just been a growing adventure for us as a couple, and me as a curious and intrigued sexually obsessed woman, but the years have also been an awakening for him.

Hmmm … something I hadn’t thought of again. It’s been a bad week for me and the other side of the coin.

He said that he enjoys seeing his wife become this confident and adventurous woman. Enough doors have been opened and experiences tried that any “fear” he had about me being a shameless flirt pretty much disappeared. The fact that we talk on a sexual level in our relationship has created a deeper understanding. It’s one of the big things that other couples get hung up on, because jealousy prevails.

In a way, it makes a lot of sense because both men and women - generally - struggle with trust issues in relationships. We become possessive to the point of not seeing the benefits. It’s like those fears I know some women have about letting their husbands go to strip clubs. They feel repulsed at the idea that the guy has been out all night staring at naked dancers and then comes home feeling horny and wanting some. Why? I say let the guy come home all hot and bothered and while he’s doing you, put your imagination to use and get some from that cute Fed-Ex guy who wears shorts to show off those incredibly sexy calf muscles.

Sorry … maybe that’s just my thing.

Dealing with flirting doesn’t have to be a life-changer - unless you want it to be a good life-changer.

Asking him to dig deeper into his mind while he wasn’t leering at me in my boots (although that gave me a pretty secure sense anyway), I said I needed to know more so I could tell my friend why this idea works.

What is flirting, other than a natural moment between the sexes, he says. Flirting creates this validation of who we are as sexual beings, without crossing the line of good taste and, for the most part, morality. We all like to see that the animal instincts of attraction are still there, and we are capable of doing the “courting dance” among our peers.

“When guys flirt with you, it boosts your ego. It’s the same for me. I get an ego boost knowing you feel desirable and sexy.”

But the catch, the real key, says my hubby, is how we deal with it as a couple. Talking, sharing and reassuring each other takes away the real “danger” to the relationship and allows us to put the feelings flirting produces to use as a way to fan the flames of passion. It creates a bigger sense of sexual security, which in turn opens the door to understanding, sharing and pursuing healthy fantasies.

Besides, he added … and coyly sliding his hand across my butt … having a wife that is excited and willing to share, explore and set out on this sexual adventure has moved us into our third decade as a couple.

That’s worth every naughty moment considering we know couples that never made it to their third year together.

“Not to mention, I know guys who can’t get their wives to even wear ‘panties.’ I have a wife who willing goes without just for fun.”

Ok, score one there …

Andee     xoxo

Porn Stars | Drawing Comparisons

This might fall into the category of TMI Tuesday … but I’m sure you guys don’t mind. Right now, in my poll over to the right side of my blog “More explicit stuff about Andee” is leading the voting with 58% of your support. If you haven’t voted yet, make sure you do. The results of this will be how I spend my Sundays all summer long with you guys - so whether it’s talking dirty, answering questions or just posting sexy photos, you get to spend a part of your weekends with me.

This is a conversation that came up at work of all places. Usually we try to keep some of the naughtiness a little hush-hush due to the fact that not everyone likes to live an open-minded life, but I couldn’t help chime in on this one, myself.

One of the women I work with was complaining about how young men (as in just turning of age) get a very twisted sense of women in sexual roles because of mainstream porn. She was suggesting that x-rated movies do not teach young men very good things about sex, and mess with their expectations.

I’m sure it’s a conversation that’s been had for a very long time … and never mind women in porn, how about just the impression that toys like Barbie leave on body-image, etc. Growing up in my house, my brother was a “hide the Playboy in the barn” guy.

Anyway, it got interesting when one of the Office Guys suggested that porn doesn’t just give the wrong impression of women, but also serves as an ego-deflating reality for guys.

“Not every guy has a 10-inch schlong …”

My first comment was “Yeah, but it’s fun trying to find the ones that do!”

Apparently, that didn’t help the argument.

So, we got into a pretty intriguing debate about the other side of porn. It's a tough subject for me some days because I have to remember not to tell them about my own secret life. But, my co-worker’s point is very true, and something I never considered. I know guys like to draw comparisons, and maybe some of you really want us to be like these women in porn movies. Plastic surgery and breast augmentation are among the leading medical procedures in North America, as women (and more and more men) try to recreate themselves in these false images.

But I didn’t think there were issues with guys surrounding the male actors. I guess I always just looked at them as a necessity for the moment in these things. “Props” seems a bit harsh, but really, mainstream porn comes across as being all about these superstar “actresses” and the guys are just there. Most of them aren’t even very good looking. That’s probably why I lean more towards porn for women by women for my viewing pleasure - less monster cock and more plot. It also helps that I get incredibly turned on by girl-on-girl sex.

But do women compare men to those male actors?

The long and short of it – and only from my perspective – is pretty straight: Yes … and no.

Speaking from my own experiences, I can say that, as a woman, I do like seeing how big some of those guys are. When I see a good looking male actor in those movies, sure I fantasize about what it would be like to tackle something like that, wrap my hands, lips and all those other good bits around in and go. I think, wonder if he would do a movie with me? But those are brief flashes of mindless entertainment. In reality, these movies show nothing but a very base, animalistic part of us. They neglect the much more important element of intimacy which takes a sexual moment from “act” to “experience.”

I understand that men tend to be visual creatures. And while a good sight to be seen gets my imagination going too, I am much more stimulated by the emotional and intellectual connection with a partner. When I am with a man, and can watch his hard cock sliding in and out of me, it sends me to those really good places I need to be for ultimate pleasure.

It’s also why I want my mirrors back in the bedroom … (hint, hint)

But from the anatomical reality, after the first couple inches of penetration, the sensation lessens. That is because we are built with the vast majority of nerve endings closer to the front. Knocking on my cervix is a cool feeling, but if the rest of my body and mind are not connected it will be nothing more than a cool feeling. It’s why I like big dildos, but they will never, ever replace good sex.

Good sex takes a connection that extends way beyond your testicles.

In my experience I have a couple guys that may not challenge the porn stereotype completely, but come close, and frankly I was left feeling unsatisfied. The downside for women – from what I have experienced and learned from girlfriends – is that too many guys with a real gift between their legs think the whole thing is about them, and only them.

Do we compare you? Sure, just like you compare our physical features. And not just down there … eyes, lips, hands, muscles … it’s human nature. But more guys have gotten into my pants through my mind and heart than they have through my tape measure.

Andee     xoxo

The Sexes | Innocent vs. Wild Child

You know me by now, and my affection for reading those trashy magazines for their silly surveys and advice columns. If nothing else, they give me some good ideas to debate with the voices in my own head.

Like this one that I read recently - why guys prefer innocent girls over wild women.

Now, I like to think I have a responsible balance of both in me. I definitely play the innocent quite well!

The article was written by a man - by-lined just as “Rich” for obvious reasons - who was basically suggesting that men prefer innocent women because of the challenge of turning them into “bad” women. Except for one oversight - once you have accomplished that, where does this new “bad” woman stand in your life? Usually nowhere because she has realized the guy is a dog, or now that she is a “bad” woman, the selection in the dating pool has multiplied 10-fold.

A bit harsh?

Maybe a bit …

I find it funny when conversations head in this direction. I do agree that men like innocent women more so than wild women, but that is because men tend to be control freaks. Meeting a woman that has a great deal of confidence and sexual experience is intimidating on a lot of levels, party because a guy may tend to wonder if they can live up to that “bad” girl’s expectations, and secondly because a “bad” girl may not be so easily drawn in by the typical male bravado. Her outward confidence takes the control out of the equation; which may mean a level playing field for some. And that’s a tough game in dating.

Which is really funny … in a twisted sense.

The guy writing the article said that “bad” women seem promiscuous … hmm … and bad boys don’t? We have a constant bombardment of the whole "bad boy" in pop culture, society, even in the office with the guy who commands a crowd each Monday morning with his tales of wicked weekends. (Some day I would love to burst the bubble with a little story-telling of my own - and watch the jaws drop!)

The writer went on to say that confident women must have “quiet confidence” as opposed to an obvious “that woman knows her stuff” attitude for fear of gaining a reputation of "being in your face."

Now, I know this morning may seem like I’m bashing a bit … but I am really not. Truth be told, we all play games and make assumptions of other people - in the dating scene, in our marriage, in the office, in our social life. I know I have raised an eyebrow or two, all of which was purely intentional, because I like taking those stereotypes and ripping them apart.

In my everyday life I probably border somewhere between the pretty average house wife / hockey mom and the naughty MILF that knows just a little too much about the kinky side of sex.

And, I might know how to play the innocent librarian … but I also know the section where they stack all the dirty books.

Andee     xoxo

Wild Water | Orgasmic Bathtub Moments

Since today was a really crappy day - it was snowing of all things - I spent a bit of time cleaning. Of course, that didn't last very long when I discovered this old book we have: 101 Nights of Grrreat Sex by Laura Corn.

I had forgotten about how some of the ideas in the book were an awful lot of fun to put into practice. And yes, I have no problem admitting that we used a book to create some sexy role play moments. Besides, it's also one of my favourite subjects to read about.

Some of the bookmarks are still in place; and that means yours truly has some brand new ideas to share with all you guys!

This one was one of my favourite ideas in the book. And although we did not follow the rules explicitly, I think the idea was to make some effort to have some down and dirty sexual fun.

Dangerous When Wet

It starts with turning the bathroom into a pleasure paradise - candles, romantic music, scented bath oil, warm towels, maybe a little wine of champagne. If beer is your thing, at least take it out of the can for some romance.

You bathe together, except instead of going through the lather and rinse, your partner does that for you. Then, when everyone is clean and duly caressed and horny, have her position herself so that the water flow from the faucet will run right across her pussy ... and then let the water flow. It really helps to use your hands to continue to caress and stroke her, using your fingers to spread her as that warm water create some incredible sensations.

In fact, I often use that to my advantage when I am alone in the bathtub.

Now for some big fun ... straddle her in the tub, with your has-to-be-hard-by-now penis just above her face. Don't let her take you into her mouth, as much as she will want to at this moment. Instead, treat her to a delicious show as you stroke yourself just inches from her view. That warm water will still be pulsing on her little love button ... it's an incredible combination of erotic sensations and visions.

I absolutely love watching my man stroke himself, and any time I am treated to a good show, I always return the favour.

Just don't share this idea with anyone who has a real passion for water conservation!

Andee     xoxo

Bedroom Adventures | Hot Wife or ...

Would you say you are adventurous in the bedroom?

I had to give this some serious thought, because as someone who is leading a double life of everyday wife and mom, against the secretive reality of amateur porn star, I had to reflect on whether or not I really was. Sure I have a tickle trunk full of sexy lingerie, a drawer packed with a wide selection of sex toys and a sex swing hidden in my closet, but does that make me adventurous - or just normal?

Recently I was reading this article in a trashy magazine about how 46 per cent of us say we consider ourselves to be adventurous in the bedroom, but the older I get and the more conversations I have about my sex life, I have begun to think that my lust produced by a somewhat realistic vibrating penis is shared by many. I look around the city, and those thigh high boots I have in brown suede are trendy-street style now.

This is all starting to make me look more like little Susie Homemaker than wanton hot-wife.

And it’s not hard to see why many of us think we are adventurous in the bedroom. Over the past few years I have noticed an upswing in my connecting with other women who have found my website. Quite a few have asked for insight on how I got into it, and what it has meant for my relationship. Lingerie has definitely become way more exciting and mainstream … and thank goodness, hemlines have creeped way above the ankles.

Moments like that give me confidence that our society’s hard-line taboos are slowly wearing away. And while I’m not suggesting promiscuity rule the day, for once I would love to be free to express my sexuality, exploits and adventures without fear of losing my job or tarnishing the family reputation (oh wait, my fat-ass busy-body cousin already did that for me).

But this is about the bedroom …

I struggle with the idea what the survey means by “adventurous.” Does the simple act of doing something other than missionary position qualify someone for the 46 per cent? Or do we need to introduce a passion for boudoir enhancements, such as somewhat realistic vibrating penises and homemade sex tapes?

It seems, as I spent some of my Friday morning breakfast time digging into all of this, that sometimes men get the sense that role-playing is adventurous, others want a round-the-world weekend, while others want to call on Charlie Sheen’s “Goddesses” to join in when they have a night off from the Violent Torpedo tour.

At the risk of sounding not too adventurous, I would say that the biggest mountain to climb is the one that frequently appears along the path of a good marriage – communication. You want to have some great adventures in the sack, fess up! I can say I would have never begun my adventures in sexual discovery without talking, talking … some masturbating … and then talking more with my husband about the dreams, fantasies and “bucket list” I have.

Yes, I am adventurous in the bedroom. But that is because I know what my adventure is.

But what makes you adventurous?

Andee     xoxo

Sex Partners | It's Just a Number

Ever have one of those moments when you think “hey, no big deal,” and then it turns out to be?

Yesterday, for one of my somewhat random tweets, I dropped a little statistic about how people tend to lie about the actual number of sex partners they have. Some exaggerate the number, while others shave a couple off the truth – you know, those regretful “who the hell are you” drunken one-night stands followed by high doses of a general antibiotic.

I’m certainly not suggesting that from a personal experience … um … uh …

I have always been a very open person when it comes to my sex life – and I am always seeking new chapters to add. Sure, some things get forgotten about along the way, but mostly I have been an open book. My husband and I break just about every “dating rule” there is out there – including the one that says “never discuss your past sex life.” How else do you fill those long drives when you’re on vacation?
 
After I wrote that tweet, I got into one of those types of discussions with a couple of people I work with. I told them as much, that my husband knows almost everything his wife got up to before, after and when he’s not around. I was stunned when one of the women said she has pretty much lived a marriage of lies, convincing her husband that she was a virgin when they married. She said they would have never made it to the church had he known about her “wild and crazy” sex life before they met – and all of those TWO guys she had fooled around with.

Ok, that may be a bit judgmental of me to say … I have no doubt that she knew how her husband would have reacted. And as we all know – but apparently won’t admit – numbers are just numbers; quality wildness over quantity craziness.

Truth is, I’m no Route 66 of experience myself. Despite the current sexual adventure I am on these days, my sex life only really picked up when I became a wife. It was my conversations, encouragement and experimenting with my husband that led me to exploring my bi-sexual side, to dabble in swinging, and basically have some really awesome experiences. We built a relationship that many would consider “odd.” In fact, some of my friends raise an eyebrow before I even answer the mandatory Monday question of “How was the weekend?”

But we have also seen more than a couple relationships end in divorce because the couples stuck by their personal hang-ups more rigidly than fanning the bigger flames of passion that marriage really can bring. The wife gets jealous over his “nights out with the boys,” the husband gets annoyed with her reluctance for sex. Neither see how boring they let themselves become as they seem to think that a wedding ring means the party is over.

But me on the other hand, as a loyal wife, I’m not one to make any crazy sexual leaps without my partner by my side. Seriously, someone has to be there to hold the video camera!

As someone in our conversation pointed out – what exactly does “sex partner” constitute? Does penetration have to be a requirement? These days, according to more than a couple different trashy magazine surveys, young people do not consider oral sex to be sex, nor do some see it as “cheating” when performed on someone other than a steady partner. In one survey, from a more reputable source, less than 20 per cent of college undergrads said oral did not mean “sex.”

Interesting … because if that’s the case I may need to adjust my numbers!

Andee     xoxo

Public Sex | My Personal Bucket List

I can see why springtime is considered mating season. I think my own libido must have some sort of connection with the arrival of warmer weather. Now that nicer days have arrived on my doorstep, I find myself feeling a bit more randy. Of course, that might also have something to do with me being, statistically, in my sexual prime.


I have a hot new update online for you guys today, so I hope you take a moment to slip on over to my website and watch me slip out of some sexy and sheer black lingerie.

Lately, I have been chatting with a girlfriend about how, with the arrival of warm weather, we can take our intimate fun outside some days. I’m amazed and somewhat disappointed at the same time how some couples neglect even the smallest opportunity to bring a little adventure into their lives. Geez, when we were teenagers we would do it just about anywhere we could … now we’re older, too many of us seem to have forgotten the thrill.

I fantasize about sex in public places quite a bit. I have a very active imagination, and when it gets cooped up, strange things begin to happen. The idea of sharing a moment of incredible passion and lust with the risk of being seen, or even caught. I would say this might be one of my biggest fantasies of late. The downside to all of it is finding a way to make it a reality. I find it extremely exciting to imagine being somewhere, and slipping away to a more private area, like the bathroom or something and really getting it on. It's kind of tied in with my whole idea of the clothed sex thing, and taking that to a braver level.

And, also it's part of my own little sex fantasies that pop into my head when I'm on the train in the morning, at work, at a party. Even back when I was at school it was one of those wonderful daydreams to pass away time in algebra class.

I remember this one time when I was in my last year of high school. I had a very serious boyfriend at the time, so I wasn't much of a fooling around type of girl. One day, in the last few weeks of school, right in the middle of class, one of my male friends asked me if I would consider going out to the parking lot with him and having sex in his car instead of going to our next class. These days I find the idea exceptionally exciting, but politely declined out of respect for the boyfriend I had at the time.

I’ve done the outdoor sex, which many people consider to be public sex. But getting it on in my backyard, when I know the risk of being caught is almost none, isn’t really part of that fantasy. It is a great way to liven up the sex life and get it out of the bedroom, but there is a bigger edge to be found out there.

As I have grown older, and had more experience in life, these fantasies have created a bit of a “bucket list” of public places I would think it would be amazing to have sex. Some of them might seem pretty cliché, but keep in mind, there is still a healthy dose of erotic romantic in me.

Eiffel Tower, Paris

For me this is the symbol of romance and adventure. The world wonder is a Mecca for couples in love. And having my man slowly lift my hem and slip into me atop this tower would be marvelous.

Great Barrier Reef, Australia

Getting it on Down Under … whether on a boat, or hiking up the fear factor in the water among the great whites.

Private box, Royal Albert Hall

No doubt many are screaming sacrilege over this one … and maybe not full-on sex, but I’d be game for some serious oral action here while others are enraptured by the show on the stage.

Hedonism, Jamaica

I mentioned it before … and maybe this is a closer to reality option than, say, giving a blow job at the Royal Albert. Exploring a bigger dimension to our sexual adventure, crossing from voyeur to participant in a new lifestyle.

The office
Another closer-to-reality thought … very film noir, the trench coat, stiletto heels, seamed black stockings and garter belt while my man takes me on his desk with his co-workers just outside the office door. I emerge from his office with the moisture of our passion between my legs, and they watch how my walk has changed

A glass elevator

With my hands pressed against it, looking down on the crowd as more than the elevator is going up!

Masquerade Ball

A tawdry return to Renaissance romance, the mystery of a mask, the passion of the dance … lift my crinoline in the corner shadows for a more intimate waltz. I even have the dress ready for the party!

The Tide Pools, Canary Islands

My From Here to Eternity moment, with the warm surf lapping at my naked flesh while I make love with a hot guy under the setting sun.

Playboy Mansion … or in this pool high above the Vegas skyline while other sexy couples party around us.
The Mansion – invite-only, but anyone who does nude photography would dream of the chance to slip into the Grotto. If anyone knows Hugh personally, feel free to slip this MILF's phone number into his pajama pocket.

But since I currently have no invitation in hand, how about in the Playboy suite at the Palms in Las Vegas.

How many of these I will ever get to see move from fantasy to reality I can't say right now ... even something as simple as the Playboy suite comes with a $40,000 per night price tag! But more important than making the list come true is recognizing that it is perfectly normal to have sexual fantasies. They keep the spark alive in me, and who knows - I like to live by the "never say never" mantra.

How about you guys? Have you ever fantasized about having sex in public?

Andee     xoxo