Orgasms are, indeed, good for you!

Everyone knows that orgasms are wonderful, that's why we spend so much time thinking about how to achieve them. However, did you know that they can actually be beneficial to your health? Read the article below for more information. I know it says "vibrators" but if you can find another easy way to get off at least once a day, be my guest!

Are Vibrators Good For You?
Vibrators are great... but you knew that already! What you might not have known, though, is the extent to which they can physically benefit you, improving everything from hormone balance, to neurotransmitter levels, to cardio health and fighting infections. Check out the benefits of one of the most pleasurable exercise programs you'll ever embark upon.

-Decreased risk of depressionWhen you have an orgasm, levels of dopamine and epinephrine, two important neurotransmitters, soar in your system. These boost your mood, and help you feel better about life in general.

-Decreased risk of cervical infections
When you and your favourite glass dildo are having a 'deep and meaningful', at the climax of this little discussion, your vagina tents, and opens up the cervix. This stretches and pulls the inner mucus, and helps flush out unfriendly bacteria.

-Relief from urinary tract infections
This tenting of the vagina also helps decrease the general bacteria count in your urethra, and relieve and prevent urinary tract infections.

-Combats insomnia
Dopamine and epinephrine are released during an orgasm; oxytocin and endorphins are released after the climax. These help naturally combat insomnia.

-Improves cardio health
Several studies have found a link between having orgasms more regularly, and having increased resistance to cardiovascular problems. The mechanism is unclear, but the link is strong.

-Lowers risk of type 2 diabetes
The same studies looked at improved resistance to developing type 2 diabetes when women have a greater number of orgasms. Just to be clear, it doesn't matter whether you play with a vibrator or a partner - you don't have to have the sweaty, full-on, flop-on-the-bed afterwards sort of sex to get the health benefits of orgasm. In other words, your orgasm doesn't have to be a jogging session in disguise... it just has to feel good!

-Increases pelvic floor strength
Bet you never knew you were doing one of the strongest pelvic floor lifts of your life while having an orgasm! It's a great distraction to the fact that you are actually helping support your organs and increase your continence in your twilight years.

-Relieves stress
It is impossible to worry about your bills when you have your iPod on, and a vibrator in hand, buzzing away! Playing with your adult toys ensures you take a little time for yourself, and also helps relieve stress with that rush of dopamine and epinephrine.

-Helps maintain a healthy weight
The relief from stress can have a major impact on your appetite for food, and the increased levels of feel-good chemicals running around in your system mean that you don't need to turn to a packet of Tim Tams to feel good. Stress increases your serum levels of cortisol, which in turn increases abdominal fat. Not ideal for most of us!

-Improves gastro-intestinal health
Irritable bowel syndrome, gastric ulcers, inflammatory bowel disease, general nausea, constipation and diarrhea can all be caused by stress. Your vibrator can help!

Hopefully, you never think of your vibrator and alone time as a petty time-waster again... it is actually a valuable investment in your overall health!


Thanks to  http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Karly_L_Cruiser for the great article!

Toys!

The other day I was surfing the web and came across a great site on being a dominatrix and how to train your slave. Cool site, but this is about something else.
While reading, I happened upon another site talking about toys, in particular strap-ons, and stories about using them, also ratings on the best ones.That's when I remembered that I hadn't looked in my box of toys for some time. I couldn't remember what-all I had in there, but, as I recalled, I only had one strap-on and it was fairly low quality. Reading the stories reminded me how much I absolutely love being with another woman and inspired me to search for a better one that I wouldn't be abhorred to suggest using on someone.
After a lot of comparison shopping, I decided the best way to go is with a harness and I found a couple that looked amazing. I googled them both and came up with at least 170 positive reviews on one in particular.
The SpareParts Joque Harness in red. Which actually happens to be for sale on Amazon (Wow! You really Can get everything there these days)! It was about $40 more than I really hoped to spend, but the fact that it is so versatile makes it a toy I should never have to replace.
I love that you can put just about any dildo into this and it will suddenly be your new member. It was nice that I actually already have 3 dildos that will fit, including a double that is able to be inside of me while doing her and no one has to hold on!
Hooray for great purchases! Now I just have to find a fun new friend to try it on.

Switch!

I recently discovered an amazing blog about being a switch that could very well have been written by me! I found myself nodding at almost every word written. So much so that, if I were to copy and paste that in my own blog, I would likely only change a handful of words.
http://www.xeromag.com/fvbdswitch.html

My favorite quote: 
"I am a sadist; that is, I take pleasure from inflicting consensual pain on my partners, provided they take pleasure from it as well. I am also a masochist; that is, I take pleasure from having consensual pain administered to me by a partner. Again, there is no contradiction here, any more than there is a contradiction between, say, taking pleasure from giving a massage and taking pleasure from receiving a massage."

I guess I shouldn't be too surprised... I am bisexual and also a massage therapist too. I like giving AND receiving in all aspects of my life. How then could I expect to find myself clearly on one side or the other?

Something I would add to the blog is that I believe my ability to be Dom or sub directly relates to how my partner is acting at the moment. It does not matter what they like to call themselves or how they prefer to be treated, in fact, this is likely the key to why I have a difficult time getting along with others...

I treat people the way I sense they deserve to be treated. It's not a concious decision and it often makes poeple feel disrespected or like I'm being unsympathetic or harsh. I say this, if you want to be treated like a child, then throw a pity party and invite me.

Here's an example of this very thing:
I know a man who prefers to be a Dom. I have known him a pretty long time, more than 10 years. At times, especially early on when he didn't identify as anything, he would try to show his "power" by being cocky, demeaning, and a general prick. There were times when we would majorly butt heads because I would have loved to strap him down and whip the smile right off of his jerk face.
I thought he was generally a good guy, he just acted like he had something to prove all the time. As time has gone on, he has grown into a man who knows himself better and is really trying to work on himself rather than trying to put everyone else under him. It really shows and I like him so much better when he is being that guy. There are still times when he slips a little and I would like to serve him my humble pie, but, when he is really working to control himself and be confident, strong, self assured, and calm, I can't help but to button my lip and keep my head low....otherwise I might find myself saying "yes sir" and then he would know he's on the path to being able to control me.
I only respect those who obviously respect themselves.

Neither? Both?

Lately I've been contemplating the D/s scene. Not because I am part of it or necessarily want to be part of it, but mainly because I find it interesting to read the perspectives of those who Are. Also because I often like to imagine what role I would take if I where in certain situations, and I can't seem to figure out which I would be. Then I wondered if I just don't fit anywhere. I say this because I thought, at first glance, that I could place myself as a D, I quite often enjoy the role when paid to, but then, after reading several blogs, I began to wonder.
Maybe I don't understand properly.

On the Dom side, why would someone want to live with and dominate another who can never decide or act for themselves? How much energy I think it would involve to think for Two people when it's difficult enough to decide how to act for oneself? Kind of like taking care of children in my opinion. Maybe most couples do not live like this and I am mistaken? However, when playing a dominatrix, I do enjoy bending a dominant-type person to my will. How satisfying to see someone strong and powerful grovel in my presence! Making a strong-willed person beg for me to hit them is one of the most satisfying experiences I can think of. One minute they are barking orders, trying to take control, acting like a big shot and the next they are begging me for more and declaring me their Mistress. Wow!

On the sub side, why would a person want to willingly submit to another person in a prearranged situation and on a constant basis? Why be a slave, a doormat, a mindless doer of someone else's bidding, often told you can not go or do what you want? I find people who stand up for themselves and say what they mean, when they mean it and how they want it to be truly appealing. Confidence screams sexy to me. It can also melt me into exactly what I was just describing, a bossy bitch who is getting her hair pulled and spanked and put in her place with a cock/dildo ramming her and begging for more.

So where do I fit? Which am I? I guess neither because I can't seem to find one other blog about the D/s lifestyle that reflects my views on the matter.
What I find interesting is that this is me on a regular basis. I am mouthy, impatient, demanding and generally bossy. I get away with it constantly, I walk all over people; not everyone, but most. I generally get what I want or I'm Godzilla, leaving a path of fear and devastation wherever I go...well, maybe not that bad,
but I like to snicker at the image.

I'm not mean, I am actually very caring and helpful when I decide it's fitting, I don't hurt people,
on purpose,
when I don't think they deserve it.
And I don't imagine myself a bad ass, though I like to go head to head with those who Do.

Here's what perplexes me, the instant I get around someone I feel has more authority, power and wisdom than myself, someone who Does stand up for themselves, someone I can tell I would never be able to break, I cave like a house of cards and I'm instantly attentive to anything they say or want from me.
I practically worship them.

Does that make me a sub?

On the other hand, the second I sense they are slipping in any way, I can turn 180 on them and take control; possibly more viciously than if they never had power to begin with.

I like to think that makes me more Dom than sub, I am certain I could break many of the Doms I have read on here, and I have yet to respect more than one percent of men Ive had try to pick me up
but
I am beginning to wonder if I'm just a difficult sub that hasn't met a person that can fully contain her yet?


Does this change anything?
I don't think so,
but maybe.
I actually contemplate this fearfully
and share it hesitantly
because I don't like this avenue of thinking
and
I refuse to admit it in any way.

At least until it's beaten out of me.

Public Indecency

Yesterday, I went to the mall, shopping for some new workout clothes. The store was a very nice one, and after picking several items I headed for the dressing room.  Along the way, I passed a guy who was seated outside the changing rooms.  His wife was nearby. I could tell because she would occasionally ask him how he liked this or that. She was looking through the racks, apparently without much success in finding her size, and as I passed him I could see him "check me out".
It was pretty slow in the shop at that time and, as I entered, I could see that I was the only one in the dressing room. The doors consisted of thick red fabric, but it was too long so would bunch at the bottom leaving a gap that was hard to cover. I could see that the mirror in that particular stall gave him a perfect view of me, so I left it open just enough and started to undress.
I wanted to see what he was doing. I was nervous, but also really turned on... I was almost trembling!
I slipped off my shoes, careful not to look up.
Then I started to unzip my jeans and pull them down. I bent over slowly to slide them over my feet. Then I peeked under my leg and saw him staring towards the dressing rooms.
I was wearing a tiny red thong so I knew he could see just about everything and I gracefully reached up to adjust it.
I got a little wet thinking about him sitting there watching me, also a bit embarrassed, but figured I was in so deep already, why not continue?
I then unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off, thankful I had matched my bra to my panties that morning, it was red with a little lace over the cups. I slid the straps over each shoulder and let the bra drop to the floor. 
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him sit up a little taller and cross his legs differently. At that point, I decided not to look anymore. I decided that, if he was watching, it was the best show of his life, if not, it was one of the hottest of mine anyway.
I tried on one outfit after another, they were all very good. I imagined he was watching my every move.
Sometimes I would bend over in a very seductive pose, pretending to be adjusting something. I let my hands slowly slide over my soft skin as I took one off, as I did, I turned with my tight springy ass to the mirror and bent over completely, pretending to be fixing my sock before trying on a new outfit. What a thrill! I imagined his pants growing larger and his wife trying to get his attention to ask if he liked something and him trying to hide his bulge. Thinking about it, I realized I was getting wet and slid my hand down into my panties to lightly rub my clit; quickly licking my fingers to sample how lovely I tasted. I knew he would love that!
I tried on a couple more outfits, careful to exaggerate my sexiness all the while.
Finally finished, I redressed. 
Forming a plan to walk out and away without acknowledging him, I gathered all my items and pushed the curtain fully open. I placed my unwanted items on the rack and then lowered my eyes and gathered myself to walk straight by when I noticed the man was no longer there.

My eyes stopped on a pair of black patent leather heels and I felt my heart skip a beat.


Startled, my eyes followed the curve of a set of amazingly delicious looking legs topped by a very short mini skirt. Her hands were in her lap and she appeared to be readjusting her panties.

Caught off guard, I froze as I locked eyes with the amazingly gorgeous woman with large green eyes, long black hair and full red lips.

She smiled at me and then brought her fingers from her panties up to her mouth and licked them sweetly.

Shocked, I gave her my best smile, and started to walk towards her.
Then I tripped over my feet, stumbled over the clothes in my hand that I happened to be awkwardly dragging (stupid!stupid!stupid!) and dropped my items. Mortified, I turned on my heels and quickly left the store. 

Looking back, maybe I should have grabbed a new outfit and asked if she would help me try it on.... I am such an idiot!

Maybe next time.

Sex Cycle

I have had a working theory the last year or so. It seems that every three months, I restart my cycle. No, not the female cycle, a sex cycle.
For a time, I'm as horny as a teenage boy, I desire women and I dream about all the ways I can get one into bed with me. I lust after firm breasts and juicy butts. I literally drool over tight bodies at the gym and make lude comments when I think I can get away with it. This is the time when I am the most bisexual. I want a girlfriend, I want to go down on a deliciously juicy dripping wet pussy and have her thrust her hips into my face. I want to trace her curves with my lips and feel her soft skin on my own.

It lasts about three weeks. Next comes a strong craving for man; domination as the main attraction with a side of begging. Tie him to the bed and ride him like an animal, then force him to beg for pussy and enjoy the "thank you mistress" when he receives it. Bite him hard so that he remembers I'm the boss later... just in case he forgot his place by morning. This is the period where I can't get enough dick in me; I can orgasm time and again and still want more. I want to get pounded like tomorrow doesn't matter. Line up the men, take a number, pound me until I yell "Next!".
A threesome, foursome or more would be welcomed as long as they were all men and they all had a good libido. Hand me a whip, and give them each a collar and maybe even a mask ("I don't want to see your face, just your dick"). There's no telling how long this phase will last. Besides, I enjoy this one.

....Until I'm sick of being around weak, whiny men and I need a real companion again.
Next comes the couples phase, the easiest of them all. During this period, I am happy in my "normal" roll as loving wife and I don't need anything extra to keep me satisfied. I enjoy cuddling, gentle sex, mutual respect and the sharing of fantasies that involve the two of us with others. This is often when we will talk about getting a second wife, enjoying various threesomes where where we share control, or take turns playing out fun fantasies.

This doesn't last more than three weeks, as the last phase pushes it all aside. I go into a depressing time where I don't really enjoy sex at all. Everything grows boring to me and I loose all desire for contact.I get frustrated and angry easily. I yell a lot and I seem to never be satisfied with anything. I can have sex, but it often doesn't do enough to kick me out of the cycle. I think that a little downtime is necessary for everyone to be able to reset, but this cycle is so miserable that it feels like it lasts forever, even if it's just a few weeks. I hate this time.
Then something happens to reset it and we go again.

I have known there was a cycle for awhile now, but I hadn't really pinned down all of the phases. I notice that I start looking at certain porn or certain websites every three months though. I suddenly become interested in something I thought I no longer cared about. Looking at this very blog, you might notice that my last post was May 30. This was not intentional in the least. Two days ago, I just HAD to write again.
During the last cycle I realized that it repeated itself almost every three months.
Then yesterday I think I discovered what gets me out of the funk and going again.

Total submission...I have to be dominated.

It took me back a bit because that is not my style or personality at all. But it makes total sense. That last phase is rough, and not just on me. It's very rough on my mate.
He finally gets sick of my moodiness, withholding of sex, utter lack of desire and attitude of indifference.
So he takes me.
Sometimes I put up a HUGE fight. In the past I have been known to scream, hit, kick and even stab him to keep him away. I don't think either of us ever realized we played this game or it may not have been so dangerous and passionate before.
But finally, he pins me down, pulls my hair, tells me to shut up and do what he says. He makes me beg to come, finishes hard, then fucks me again, throws me on the bed and cums on my face.

It lights my fire. Steams me up .... it turns me back on and resets me. I LOVE it.

Why does it work?

Maybe I admire his male dominance. Yes, I do think it's hot to be put in my place (it doesn't happen often because most people are scared of me). Also I think that taking control renews my admiration for him.
But what really begins the cycle again is not just that

I want to be him.

My discovery: I want to dominate myself.

Someone needs to show that bitch who's boss and, it can't be me, because I am her.
If it can't be me, it has to be an extension of me.... him.
I pretend to have a dick, I imagine I am him and Im showing the sexy vixen in my bed who's really in charge. She won't stop complaining, she nags all the time, she is bossy, moody, pouty, demanding, and mouthy. I need to take care of that and set her straight. When it gets out of control, there's only one way to deal with a girl like that
-knock her off her throne.
Tie her in a kneeling position and slap her face. Pull her hair and stick a dick in her mouth. Make her beg for cum and then enjoy having her lick it off my balls. She loves it and we both know it.


I realize that makes me somewhat twisted, but I don't really care. Because it works. It's also pretty hot.

Now Shut up and Hit Me!