Friday, we went out and got drunk, came home and cooked and then just crashed in bed. I know, I know. It seems as though I'm becoming an alcoholic… I have drunk too much recently… Not good but will be sensible next week. Honest.
Today Shane and I engaged in an activity that is a fave with both of us… A nice long an relaxed oral sex session. I really love it when he goes down on me and I think he has such a beautiful cock! What can I say? I'm a very lucky girl.
Anyway, although Shane's precome tasted delicious, neither that nor his come tasted of apples I'm afraid to say…
Lubricants such as ID Glide and Astroglide can help off-set the side-effects of lower oestrogen says Suzi Godson in The Times's Body & Soul section.
"Because oestrogen and testosterone play such a big a part in libido, women who decide not to take HRT sometimes experience a dip in their sex drive," says Suzi. "One of the most common side-effects of declining oestrogen -- lack of lubrication -- is one of the easiest to rectify."
This week, you will be playing a naughty game with your partner to enhance your dirty words vocabulary. Quite simply, the game will involve exploring each other's erogenous zones and combining your erotic exploration with sexual commands.
Before starting this game, set the mood by having a candle-lit bath with your lover. Make sure you are both immaculately clean by the time you step out of the bath so that you are both confident in letting each other explore some of the most intimate areas of your body.
Well, I don't know how we did it but we seem to have a day 31. I promise it's the last day though. We had to have one last check of Jason's spunk. It was early evening and Jason was at his desk. I turned his chair round, unzipped his trousers and got to work.
Unfortunately still no apple. I must say, at the start of the experiment I was convinced it was going to work, so I am very disappointed. But Jason's very happy - he did get lots of blow-jobs after all.
I've been using a butt plug for a few years now, but I don't mind saying how weary I was the first time I tried one. It wasn't just because I was afraid of how it would feel when inserted, but more because I was broadening my sexual repertoire and that can always be a little scary as well as exciting.
Because it was a few years ago, and because the butt plug was bought for me as a present, I can't actually remember the name of the first ever plug I used. But since then, I have finally settled on my absolute favourite plug, which is the one I want to tell you about.
Using a butt plug as part of your sexual repertoire will lead to intense anal fulfilment and amazing orgasms. They're a fabulous way to initially explore the boundaries of anal sex, either through solo masturbation or for anal stimulation during vaginal sex with your lover. But if you have never used a butt plug before, I'd recommend you start off with some anal beads before graduating to a butt plug (check out the Small Beginners Anal Beads or Latex Power Balls).
Day: Tuesday 10/10/06
Location: In bed
Circumstances: One to check the taste, last thing at night
How did he taste? Neutral, hint of sweetness
Sperm Test Rating: 7 (1=normal, 100=Golden Delicious Apple)
Jason got home about 8pm. I decided to have an early night and Jason followed not long after me. We had to have a tasting as we've only got a couple of days left of our experiment. Well, some women have bad hair days, but I think I was having a bad blow-job day. Some days I feel like an Olympic standard fellatrix, but tonight I was just rubbish at it. No teasing, no co-ordination, no saliva. But we managed a successful result anyway. Apart from the couple of spurts I got in the eye…..
OK, how many of you watched Channel 4's cock-umentary on the world's biggest penis last week? I did, and it reminded me of an experience I had when I was a teenager. It wasn't anything to do with the world's biggest penis, but more like the world's smallest.
My friend Jennie was dating this guy called Andrew, who was studying at Bournemouth University, and she nagged me to go with her to visit him for the weekend. The prospect of playing gooseberry just so Jennie could get her rocks off wasn't appealing in the slightest, especially seeing how most of Andrew's mate's comprised the biggest sector of geeks I'd ever laid eyes on.
Still, the price of being a good friend is to sometimes waste a weekend talking to guys you'd never look at on a night out, just because you don't want to offend your mate's new beau.
So we arrived at Bournemouth station, Andrew was late and we had to wait an age for him to turn up. He eventually strolled over to us, reeking of booze and declaring that he and his mates – who were huddled just a few meters down the platform giggling and pointing at Jen and I – were in the middle of an all-day drinking competition. They had decided that we had to join in immediately, even though we were laden with baggage.