Sex and the University ~ the blog

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noreply@blogger.com (Bex) — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 15:12:00 +0000

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The Day Was Good

noreply@blogger.com (mcgill bitch) — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 22:32:00 +0000

female objectifying and/or plain funny?

Meet Ceasar

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 14:07:00 +0000

Considering that the nicest automobiles in the world are also the most expensive, it doesn't surprise me that the best personal pleasure machine ever produced is also one of the most expensive! I've not heard of too many complaints from the owners of a Rolls Royce and the same goes for the Caesar Machine. Some things are just worth the cost.
-Richard Rain Owner Roman Industries, Patent Holder of Caesar Machine

Women, rejoice. Meet Cesar, The Sex Machine. Available now, affordable. In one size: huge. It does not know dysfunction, does not need feeding, does not need to pee at the wrong moment.

Natural-looking huge penis at the end of a long metallic stick (not very esthetic, but serves the purpose). The stick can be fixed at the end of your bed. You have a remote control that allows you to pick the strength and the frequency of thrusts.

It’s not bitter Julie-who’s-been-getting-the-worse-sex-of-her-life-lately who’s speaking. Sounds like a bad porn movie? IT IS. (The machine is really on the market)

Title: Sex and the Machine
Director: Jenifer James
Productor: Richard Rain, 2007 (Patent holder of the Machine, remember?)
1hr45min

What you get:

- cheap leather costumes

- elevator music that makes you want to press the mute button as often as the fastforward one.

- sadomasochistic action. Oh and pleeeease, the savage-looking Tarzan look-alike character is way overdone.

- big fake boobs; If there is one moment that you get to be superficial, it’s when you watch porn. I don’t care if she’s blonde and has boobs twice the size of her head; if her face looks like a man’s and the boobs do not look like boobs, it is time to retire

What you do not get:

a soundtrack that is actually in sync with the action: Slurpy blowjob noises while the action is sadomasochistic whipping does not get anymore not-exciting.

Finally, it's okay to talk to your dog, but NOT to your sex toy/machine, whatever you want to call this device. No matter how much you 'don't need men'. 'You're not okay, you're perfect' oh pleaaaaase. Electricity serves me great for some things, but for others... Women empowerment, 24/7 availability, performance, sure, but I cannot believe for a second that this thing could be satisfying. It would break my non-heart if I ever got to this point. If you want to promote sustainable energy, there are electric cars. I'm not ready to buy myself orgasms, and even if they were free... At least ShoppingChannel infomercials don't have me screaming in horror. The movie does a poor job at selling the device, to say the least.

It's a good thing I was in good company.

Sexy Controversy

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 14:18:00 +0000

LeBron James and Gisele Bundchen

Vogue Magazine, April '08

photographer: Annie Liebovitz

The cover has been compared by bloggers and the media to King Kong
Racial and sexual stereotypes? You see what you want to see.

I see a strong, talented and multi-tasking man holding the happiest damsel in distress.

Sweet Fucking Dreams

noreply@blogger.com (mcgill bitch) — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 14:02:00 +0000

I want to thank Marilyn Manson for being part of the rawest sex session of my life- the song, not the video.

My friend told me she cuts herself after sex.

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Sun, 23 Mar 2008 05:57:00 +0000

And she's been getting a lot lately.

I kept thinking about her when I was getting my own sexual healing late tonight. EmotionallyRetardedPartner did not notice. Unzip, come, zip. My phone lost his number.

Euphemism: I am worried about her. If only she could see herself the way I -and everyone- see her.

''I wish I had known as a teenager what I know today about my body; that whatever the shape or size, it's perfect'' (Felicity Huffman)

Summer Camp

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 15:10:00 +0000

People tend to think that bisexuality is more of a very open state of self-exploration than a permanent sexual orientation. It is "homosexuality lite", "You're either gay, straight or lying," Type of comments that fit in a straightjacket.

Some experts, like Freud, concluded that humans are naturally bisexual. My opinion? You know what turns you on, men, women, horses- no need for a label, be it an identity or just a phase. "Bisexuality doubles your chances of getting a date for Saturday night" -Woody Allen. Whatever, I say Carpe diem.

I, for myself, love men. Actually I love penises. Men... I have yet to find some real ones. However, I find real beauty in women. On Alfred Kinsey’s scale of 0 (exclusively heterosexual) to 6(exclusively homosexual), I am not homosexual, I am not heterosexual. In Kinsey’s words, "The world is not to be divided into sheep and goats." I am sexual, period. Sexuall. I guess that makes me a 3.

So I don't really have a type, penis or vagina, pecs or breasts (although I don't do women with pecs), thin or a little chubby, tall or short, hairy or not (women with body hair, then again, I don't do). Call me nympho, I call myself curious and most of all, appreciative of the human body. The body is beautiful in itself. Sucks for you, I have twice as much variety. And who says I need to pick.

A common belief is that bisexuals cannot be happy when they pick only a man or only a woman. I believe this is wrong. I mean, I'm attracted to brunettes and redheads, but if I date a brunette, I don't also need to have a redhead on the side. Granted, hair color is insignificant compared to penis/vagina, but the comparison fits my point of view.

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I first knew when I was working in a summer camp with mentally and physically challenged campers. I never learnt so much from two weeks; for one, it gave me the drive to become a doctor, and for two, it got me interested in women. My experience with another counselor lasted three months. She was very feminine, taller, long brown hair, tanned, green eyes, 4 years older. And full breasts. But most of all, it was her voice, the way she walked, the way she looked at me. Her energy. I have a thing for artists. She knew that with every look she got me intrigued to a point when it became unbearable. It was hard to concentrate on giving the best care to our campers when I knew she was staring at me. She told me she was obsessed with checking out my ass. It made me laugh, she would wink at me.

I woke up everyday and gave my all to make our campers happy, sometimes making a fool out of myself just to get a quick smile. But when I let myself think of her, during our few breaks, while cooking, in bed, in the shower, I could always imagine her with me, on top of me, under me. I was at year 3 of experience with men, so it was not that I was getting tired (and I am still not getting tired and I doubt I ever will).

The teasing was very subtle. She knew I had a boyfriend, he actually came all the way from Montreal to visit. She found him very attractive. After the first day, we got very close, we didn't have the same interests except for the urge to help others. And she helped me allright! The weather was perfect. And the evenings. After a couple of midnight swims with other counselors, we started hanging out on the beach just us two. We were naked in the lake, but nothing happened.

On my second night-guard (every night, one of us had to stay with our group of campers) she came to keep me company. **side note: I discovered that mentally challenged individuals have a very healthy sex life. We actually discovered that one of our campers masturbated every night, and seriously I still wonder if she watched porn regularly because the way she moaned… let’s just say if we closed our eyes we would think she was enjoying the best and, hehe, longest sex of a lifetime. I was very happy for her**

So when the last camper fell asleep, she (the counselor, not the camper!) somehow managed to squeeze in with me in my "sleeping" bag. She must have known that I had never been with women. Respectfully but in a determinate manner, she caressed me while we were talking, like if it was what people usually do. It felt right. Then I got to know her tongue and fingers. She got to know mine. She said she needed me.

I offered to do every night guard. The other counselors were in heaven. I was exhausted, but it was worth it. Every night I was eager to know if she would come back. And she did. I needed her. Quickly it was also the mornings. I love to eat, but it was worth skipping breakfast.

When I got back to Montreal, I would come back to visit her every week for the rest of the summer. I had my boyfriend, and we eventually broke up. I was under the impression that some men liked women who like women, but apparently, not him, and seriously, I did not give a fuck.

Since then, I have not really been with other women. I miss her. I have never been attracted to any of my girl friends that I know are heterosexual. I would try out new stuff if I knew that the other girl was up for it too.

All I know is that I am, most of the time, up for doing it with any of my carefully chosen men. I also know that I want to have a family with a man I will love. Although I will never belong to anyone, men know I belong to them. But for now, what really gets me is challenge. Erotic and emotional. And the sky knows that I am not getting any challenge from guys my age. Actually I do, but that guy is my crush and it's a secret. I also have a crush on a girl right now. I love the teasing. I hate men who play hard to get. But women who do keep me awake. What gets me is sensuality, way more than sexuality. I'm not a nympho, I'm bicurious. I’m sitting on the fence And I am free.

Piece of Info

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 05:08:00 +0000

Genital Retraction Syndrome (or Koro): culture specific anxiety disorder where the individual is distressed with the perception that that his/her external genitals (also breasts for women) are retracting into the body, shrinking, or even removed.

Recent outbreaks have been reported in Nigeria, Benin and Ghana and generally involve the public accusation of penis theft, often following an unwelcome touch from a stranger.

Some cases in Thailand have placed the blame on Vietnamese Communist agents who would have put chemicals in the water (I’m not joking). Minor Koro epidemics have seized parts of Asia, including a well-documented 1967 outbreak in Singapore. Hospitals were inundated. Many resorted to clamps, pegs, and even a constant firm grip from concerned family members (plural??) desperately trying to prevent the member from vanishing. (again, not joking)

RACISM
In Sudan, victims were made to believe by force of suggestion that their penises would melt away after they shook hands, shared a comb, or received a verbal curse. The Sudanese columnist Ja'far Abbas warned visitors to avoid shaking hands with "a dark-skinned man" or else…

MEDICAL OPINION
Obviously, doctors find that there is no actual shrinkage; any actual damage arises from overly zealous attempts at preventing retraction. Medical response is to inform patients that the genitals anatomically cannot retract or shrink in the manner feared (yes, even if it is very very small)

In my opinion, this disorder is the result of big fat phallocentrism. If Freud came across this, he would probably relate/blame the ‘theft’ on his theory of the female unfulfillable (without technology, that is) desire to own a phallus. (I won’t start commenting on that theory…!)

Definitely, a man without a penis is not a man. Though I am far from saying that owning a penis makes you a man. Mmm... let's see, brains? It's a good thing that there are no disorders that make men think they physically lost their head. But then again, you can't lose what you don't have. And when they do have brains, it's not always a conscious ownership. How often do men self-stimulate their brains? whereas their penis...

I understand trying to hold on to your valued possessions. However, in areas where Koro occurs, this phallocentric energy needs to be invested somewhere else, maybe... sex education.

Also, I definitely believe that this type of anxiety is contagious. For example, if you know that this syndrome exists, you might be more prone to 'getting it'. So sorry.

Details...

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 04:40:00 +0000

If you don’t want details, please don’t read this.

Let’s just say I really don’t need my condoms to be lubricated these days. And, like, it causes problems with my recent fucks. I guess I shouldn’t complain, usually women get the opposite. All I know is that I REALLY CANNOT picture myself old and dry.

Quoted advice from (un?)trustworthy website.
Anything that dries up the mouth. In general, if it dries the mouth, then it will also affect the vagina somewhat. Examples would be decongestants, antihistamines, cold formulas, certain antidepressants, alcohol, cigarettes, & marijuana. While these may work to some degree, wetness & corresponding tightness levels are not controllable, not to mention that a dry mouth is not as tasty during kissing & is more conductive to bad breath due to lack of saliva. (BAHAHAHA)

Use of a fan blowing on the genital area. Not a practical solution, as it primarily results in making the couple cold, while having little impact on internal vaginal secretions.
(Once again, BAHAHAHA)

Insert a sponge or cloth. One of the more embarrassing techniques as it must be done intermittently. Couples find this a big turn off. The technique though, is to wrap a thin sheet/towel around a couple of fingers. Insert the fingers to soak up vaginal wetness. Proceed with intercourse. Repeat as necessary. While this method does work, re-entry of vagina is difficult & painful because this method absorbs ALL the lubrication. Within a few minutes however, as arousal increases again, there will once again be too much wetness. With this method, there is no way of controlling the desired level of wetness & tightness.
(Ok I assure you, my despair level is like... below zero compared to these women)

Oh aaaaaand the website says that Whatever option I choose, I should look for a solution that is satisfactory for both partners. Finding the right level of lubrication can lead to more frequent sex, and a closer relationship between partners

It's sexy time. NOT

Head Classes?

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 00:10:00 +0000

Personally, I love to cook. I also enjoy eating. But the best part is seeing someone else enjoy what you prepared for them. In my opinion, there are only a few things more attractive then seeing someone (both sexes) delectate in food; a girl biting a sandwich, eating with a healthy appetite. Salads? Only to open appetite. I do the cooking for myself, but most of all for others.

Why there should be head classes.
Blowjobs are automatically female task (in heterosexual encounters) as much as cooking was in the 40s. However, it does not mean it diminishes female status. It gives them power. Hold back food from your guy and see what he’ll do for you. Hold back head from your guy and see what he’ll do for you. And then offer Great Head or serve Delicious Meatball spaghetti, and see where it brings you. I know my Canard aux Olives got me out of the kitchen many times.

So why not learn to do it well. I personally hate it when people fake that they like a present, or pretend to enjoy your overcooked pasta... and I do think that most polite guys would pretend the blowjob is good if you're really into it (and maybe that's the problem). Some people are born with a talent, and others, well, don’t own restaurants and have to learn. Yeah there’s blowjob, like there’s spaghetti. But there is also MindBlowing blowjobs as much as there is Grandma’s Authentic spaghetti sauce. And don’t let anyone fool you into thinking that Grandma’s sauce is exclusive (hehe) and can't be shared and taught.

Logistics
10 females students and one teacher, plus lucky *volunteers* to work on. I don’t know who I would trust to teach me head, but all I know is that the volunteers’ advice will be valuable – once they get back their ability to speak. I am well aware that this sounds like a really bad porn scenario, sorry.

Why this is not denigrating
- I’m not saying every guy deserves great head. I’m not saying guys should not also be experts at cooking/oral sex. Knowing how to cook does not mean you have to cook everyday. And chefs go to the restaurant too…
-Exactly like for the choice of a partner, I think we should never settle down for less than the best.
-Just the satisfaction of knowing you cook like a chef is enough, even without lucky people to try out your tasty dishes.
-I really think you do it for yourself (don’t call me narcissistic!), and you are very generous at the same time.
-Where it gets you is usually far from denigrating.

Anyway… Hard Penises without head don’t exactly overpopulate someone's (aka... a good friend of mine's) bedroom these days.

Dorky and Asexual

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 03:13:00 +0000

Funny how every ‘dorky-and-asexual’ day I plan during midterm season (to study more, obviously, not for some sick twisted self-destructive reason) turns out not to be asexual.

I should give more details, but really, my books want me back. All I can say is, if you’re too busy for sex, you’re too busy to pee. Dorky and asexual days are the best

I, The Gympho

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 20:19:00 +0000

My attention span never lasts more than two hours when I study- the urge to go to the gym always creeps in. Sometimes, more than once a day. It’s the most superficial place I know, and yet I’m always back for more- it’s a love/hate relationship. Like when I keep calling the guy who won’t get hard for I-dunno-what-reason-but-it-hurts-the-heart-i-don't-have.

Yeaya I got for the health benefits, to feel happy inside and out.

Aaaaand, for The eye-fuckers: make me feel like I'm standing naked just with a quick look. And somehow it feels great. The fuckables: I undress them with a quick look and am always very satisfied. The blasés; I don’t even get a look, and that makes me stare even more. Oh and also the personal trainers- you know they’ve worked out with more than one woman.

You also have the potentials friends, for example, yesterday, the gay guy on the spinner who’s in top shape and is bored even though he’s at max speed/max resistance: gossips about the magazine he’s reading. So friendly. Twice the new friend’s size: the Ginos. Everytime I go, I feel they got bigger. Now, I know some girls like to feel safe around their man. But for certain (other) parts of the body, bigger is not better. When I could fit two (very-healthy-sized) thighs of mine in one of your arms… you might want to stop spending your weekly check on Weigh And Egg Weightgainers. And finally, the sweaters: almost make me feel guilty of not sweating the 45% of water my body is made from. Dude it’s called an antiperspirant and most importantly, deodorant. I still like watching them though! I dunno, it’s just totally addictive. Oh and by the way, I also work out while at the gym.

Bonus: tips for gymers *I love it when guys look like they don’t really care how they look- guys and sweat pants… worth sweating. *Stop staring at girls wearing skanky 'gym clothes'. They know they’re hot.*It’s not because you stopped staring at the skanky girls that you get to stare at yourself in the mirror for like…so long you forgot when was the last time you blinked. *Beware of the geeeerms

I wish my gym crushes actually led to some actual working out, you know, if only I could stop staring and actually do something. maaaaah the only thing I don't work out at the gym is my brains. I don't mind

Lust, Caution

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 13:12:00 +0000

Ang Lee’s Lust, Caution is the most powerful movie I have seen in a long time. To be direct; I don’t know what was wetter, my shirt sleeve (from crying) or my underwear.

No but seriously, Ang Lee has a subtlety that makes everything sensual, as delicate as provocative in this controversial tale of wartime espionage. Lust, Caution is set in the early 1940s during the Sino-Japanese war, mostly in Japanese-occupied Shanghai. The heroine belongs to a university drama troupe plotting to assassinate a collaborator. Assigned to seduce the target, an official in the puppet government, she falls into an oh-so predictable-yet-addictive affair.

The politics are fascinating; the music is enveloping and delicate. Suspicion is enhanced by passion, and vice versa. Til this day I had never been scandalized and turned on at the same time. It made me feel like my sex life used to be a desert compared to this (and it’s not for lack of activity). And it made me remember I have a heart.

And no the movie is not all sex, the scenes might make only 5% of the time. But you remember them. The positions could not be worded, yet everything seemed natural and oh-so-worth of trying if only I could figure out where the legs went. Raw yet tender. The lovers seemed to know each other inside out yet seemed to be discovering something nirvanously new every time. It made me want to be the girl. It made me want to be the guy. I just so wanted to be part of it, not only the sexual part, but also the political activism, in place, in time. I wish I also had something to die for; country, love.

All I can say is, the movie made me want to act, and now. Yet I’m here writing.

Mongamous VS Promiscuous

noreply@blogger.com (Bex) — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 18:56:00 +0000

Girls Are Totally Deeper

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 02:23:00 +0000

Memorable quotes from my girl friends

Ja: - Nah Jules, there’s no such thing as too much sex. But there IS such a thing as too much bad sex.
- I would never have known if he was well-endowed or not, I had nothing to compare The Thing to- but he just couldn’t stop complaining about it.

N: - I don’t want to become a doctor, I want to be a veterinarian. At least animals don’t pretend they’re monogamous.
- You should try older men.

G: Nice guys finish last.

L: whoooooa you’re friends with THE Sex-Symbol?

V: My advice is priceless. I used to be a nympho.

S: The difference between ‘just liking’ a guy and liiiiking a guy: you picture yourself having sex with him.

A: - Bed, Sleep? Not with my man. Na, we don’t do sleeping. I do Nutella though

C: - Boys are just something you don’t want to share. I never shared toys as a kid. Like, my lollipop belongs in own mouth. Know what I mean?
- I hate to see you cry. Get laid, do something!
- Don’t worry, you can’t be everybody’s type. I’m sure he’d do you if you paid him.
- Can you believe Boytoy and I went to the restaurant? I totally managed to keep my clothes on for the length of the whole dinner.
- Spring break, finally. I’ll manage to get some sex done.

K: I’m not really missing out on anything, am I?

Ip: I wish you were a guy

anyway, I so get bisexuality.

Some Guys Are Just Deep

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 23:15:00 +0000

Memorable quotes from my guy friends. What would I do without you?

F : a woman wearing underwear is sexier than naked; the suspense makes you want it more.

W: - nice guys finish last
- guys are all bananas (see previous post)
- one is good, two is great
- I can picture you with three breasts.

C: I have one-gina syndrome

A: - next one on to-do list: ‘une européenne’
- I don’t really know what a cute butt looks like.

V: - I don’t care if you put on weight, it’ll just make more of you. (yeah the guy was in love)

O: - It's totally obvious when girls wear padded bras.

J: - nah, clothes just don’t do you good.
- I’m stuck here with [penis’ private name] with nothing better to do than play Scrabble. We both miss you.

M: - Would you love me if I didn’t have a penis?

I'm laughing alone in front of my computer.
Much love

Public Apology

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 06:39:00 +0000

if you haven’t read my previous posts: in a few words, the sex has been… not happening because the partner’s instrument was not hard enough.

Hello BabyCarrot,

There is something you should know about me. Until 2008, I lived in a cucumber field. You know, where the stuff is hard on the outside, hard on the inside, always ready for appreciation (have you ever had a cucumber that doesn’t taste ready? I haven’t) and uhm, well, geometrically interesting. And then I met you, BabyCarrot. Or should I say BabyBanana? is there something softer than a banana?

A wise friend of mine enlightened me today-

W: Jules, cupcake, we’re all bananas. It takes more than a kiss to be ripe and ready.
J: Nah, Honey, I think you should only speak for yourself and all other (ethnicity that I won’t name)
W: Actually, cupcake, it’s probably because your cucumber plantation were all uh, what do you call them… (scratches his head) VIRGINS. Virgins get hard like… sitting on a bus.
J: Nooooo you did not just throw that in my face

And then W-the-wise informed me that I looked deliciously Tomato-like. And a lazy one at that. Fine, BabyCarrot/Banana-would-be-Eggplant-if-I-weren’t-so-lazy-and-impatient. I sincerely apologize, and rrrrrrr (scratch my head, nose, right ankle, look elsewhere) I miss you.

Looking forward to not being lazy with you,
J.

TOOTHED CONDOMS take a bite out of crime

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 13:52:00 +0000

The Rapex: introduced in 2005 by Sonne Ehlers, 57. Anti-rape female device inserted into the vaginal canal. The invert condom is lined with TWENTY-FIVE microscopic barbs that bind to the rapist’s penis- they have to be surgically removed. The inventor was inspired by an interview with a rape victim who once said ‘If only I had teeth down there’. Launched in 2005 in South Africa. Goals: reach global distribution.

Pros:
- available in all sizes
- costs just a little more than a regular condom

- identifies rapist (!)
- the rapist cannot see that it is worn
- reduces the chances of a woman falling pregnant or contracting sexually transmitted diseases
- when the female wants to have sex, can be removed the same way it was applied: like a tampon

Cons:
- the rapist might still kill the victim, however, the pain down there should refrain to think of anything else
- can be used outside of real purpose; as a vengeance, say… against an ex-bf (no, this does not belong under pros)

Critics say the device is medieval, vengeful and barbaric-
I believe rapists should be identified, if not punished. "[It's] a medieval device for a medieval deed." And don’t give me the evolutionist argument that men are biologically engineered to spread the seed. I call it Your Right Hand, and use it.

For more info:http://www.rapestop.net/

Sex, Lies and Casper tapes

noreply@blogger.com (lisa) — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 22:31:00 +0000

HEADLINE BOSTON GLOBE

Charges target sex taping in dorm
Yale sophomore arraigned in case

How in the world we missed this story is beyond us. But more pertinently, how can anyone named CASPER be bad? Well you can judge for yourself, although our first impression at least from the photo and the initial storyline is "..much ado about nothing.." We are still trying to obtain HER side of the story, since the assumption is that she filed the compaint in the first place. How long before we see more copycat cases like this from those craving 15minutes of fame? YAWN..

NEW HAVEN, Conn. by Associated Press- A Yale sophomore is facing criminal charges, including voyeurism, after showing his four roommates a video of himself and his former girlfriend having sex, according to an arrest warrant.

Casper Desfeux, a Copenhagen native and sophomore who lived in Davenport dorm, told police he recorded the incident without the woman's knowledge using a camera on his Apple MacBook, according to the arrest warrant affidavit. The woman, who is also a Yale student, found out about the video from one of Desfeux's roommates, according to police.
Desfeux, 20, said he activated the camera because he just "wanted to see if it worked," according to police. Police say the woman brought the charges to prevent the sexually explicit video footage from being disseminated around the university or on the Internet.
Desfeux was arraigned yesterday in Superior Court on voyeurism and dissemination of voyeuristic materials, officials said.
"This is a misunderstanding involving two young college students," said his attorney, William Dow III. "There was absolutely no distribution of anything on the Internet. We're confident this will be resolved to the satisfaction of all parties."
Desfeux told Yale police he never sent the video to anyone because, at 45 minutes, it was too lengthy to process. He also said he did not make still photos from it. Yale police have seized the laptop, camera, and other items, which are being held until they can be delivered to the State Police forensic laboratory for examination, according to the affidavit.

and we thought Vanier was vanilla...

noreply@blogger.com (michaela) — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 15:41:00 +0000

February 13, 2008 -- The kinky college professor who was almost strangled during an S&M session at a NewYork city club said yesterday he's deeply ashamed and is finally through with the double life he's lived since he was kid.

"I don't want this to spoil my marriage," said Robert Benjamin, 67, still disoriented from the three days he spent in a coma but sitting upright in a chair in his room at St. Vincent's Hospital.

"I don't want my wife to leave me, but I have to tell her the truth," he said. "I'm going to share everything with her. I think my family will forgive me,"

Benjamin said he's desperately trying to break his addiction.
"It's like when you crave a turkey," he said. "You eat it and you eat it and you eat it, but you still want it. But now I've had enough. I don't want turkey anymore. I'm full."

His life was saved last Friday by a dominatrix at the Nutcracker Suite on East 33rd Street, who was assigned to check on him after her colleague left him with a dog collar around his neck and a leather mask over his face, suspended a few inches off the floor.

She realized his foot was turning blue because one of his high heels had slipped off.

"I don't want to go to the clubs anymore," Benjamin said.

"I'm trying to learn to control myself and my emotions. I've seen doctors to help me," he said, adding that he's been unable to control his desires "from very early on in my life."

Benjamin managed to keep his shameful secret from his wife, his two kids, who are now adults, and the students he taught at Montreal's Vanier College until his recent retirement.
He never indulged his "dirty habit" in Montreal, where he fooled relatives, neighbors and colleagues into thinking he was a respectable family man who enjoyed outdoor activities.

Benjamin would make regular trips to New York where he'd stay at a "Y" and spend his time indoors. He'd tell his family he was cross-country skiing upstate, then visiting the city "to take photographs" and eat pizza at his favorite Italian restaurants in Brooklyn.

"My biggest fear has always been that someone would find out. That's why I come to New York and never do this in Montreal," he said.

Hours later, Benjamin's wife, Lynn, arrived at the hospital from Canada, but declined to comment. Benjamin, who came out of a coma Monday and is still recovering from his ordeal, struggled to remember numbers and dates, but guessed he's been married for "30 years or more."

He does not remember putting on the handcuffs, nipple clamps, dog collar, high-heel shoes or hood, vowing "I'm going to seek professional help to get over this dirty habit."
"The doctors told me I was passed out, but now I'm awake. They saved me, they gave me the confidence that I will be OK."

Benjamin attributes his recovery to his excellent physical health.

"I'm in really good shape," he said. "I bike, I ski, I take care of myself."

He vowed never again to risk his life during his retirement, saying he's relaxing, enjoying his time and "doing all the things I never had the chance to do.
"Now that I've almost died, I can't see myself going back to S&M," he said. "If you gave me $100,000 to spend there, I wouldn't. I'm not crazy."
Taki Noriko, the dominatrix who trussed up Benjamin and left him alone - as he'd requested - was relieved to hear of his recovery.
"Thank you," she said, with a long sigh. "Thank you very much for telling me."

Make Love Not War

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 01:45:00 +0000

I believe that if every adult was sexually satisfied, there would be no war.

And plus, in my politics class, I learned that statistically, wars occur whenever there is a large gap in the ratio of men to women.

You know what to do

The Magician

noreply@blogger.com (Ophelia Fox) — Sun, 10 Feb 2008 09:30:00 +0000

Most of my clients are just regular guys that are either unlucky in love or have partners that can't satisfy their every desire.

Some of these desires are sometimes out of the ordinary.

In comes the Magician. He comes into my chatroom and asks me to put on pants and high heels. I had never seen him around before. He has money in his account so I do as he says. He takes me to private show.

There, he asks me to zoom my webcam on my legs so that he can only see my legs from my knees to the tip of my heels. He tells me he's a magician and I'm his assistant. I'm in a box about to be sawed in half. He asks me to move my feet very quickly, as if I'm pressing the pedals in a car.

He goes on to describe a huge scenario: He cuts me in half, shows my two separate body parts to the audience. He has apprentices, with knives. They cut me into many little pieces. All the while I'm screaming "NO, STOP PLEASE.. DON'T CUT ME. AHHHH IT HURTS. HEEEEELP". He asks me to scream louder.

He's typing a lot so I doubt he's pleasuring himself.

The camera isn't on my face so I often start to laugh when he types something. I also feel a tad bit ridiculous having the entire studio hear me beg not to be cut into a million pieces by a chainsaw.

These shows last about 20 minutes and sometimes longer. He sometimes goes on to feed my pieces to outdoors parties of cannibals. I have to keep screaming and begging the cannibals not to eat me. He's tied me to a tree to cut me once. Last time, after the "magic show" he auctioned off my bottom half to the highest bidder, who was of course... a cannibal.

"PLEASE DON'T SELL ME TO THE CANNIBAL, PLEASE PUT ME BACK TOGETHER, AAAHHHH IT HUUUUUURTS, HEEEEELP"

Eventually, he won't type for a bit as I continue to kick my feet and scream. He will then type a thank you, see you later, you're the best at this then disconnect.

He's a repeat customer. Always the same theme, just slightly different scenarios.

I'd love to ask him the whys and the hows of this fantasy, maybe he's a sadist that likes to hear girls pretending to be tortured. Does he practice magic in real life? Does he cum from this? Usually the clients tell me when they're about to cum. Or right after. Or I see/hear it if they have a cam or mic.

So there you have it. He's a bit eccentric but the feet kicking in the air for 20minutes is a great ab workout. Who wouldn't mind getting paid to workout a bit?

Next time: my first girl-girl photo/video shoots!

Freeballing It

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Tue, 05 Feb 2008 05:26:00 +0000

After Britney’s scandalicious vajayjay all’aperto episode, freeballing lost the classiness it once had (think Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct). No comment, except that I empathize with trying to avoid The VPL – Visible Panty Line.

The origins of the word are open to speculation; some say it might refer to being "out in the open" or "ready for action." It might also be linked with the Scotish heritage of the kilt; the first Commando units were trained in Scotland during WWII. As for the British Forces, 'going commando' refers to not washing and lacking hygiene in general (well, more than usual guys do) as Royal Marine Commandos have a reputation when on duty.

Pros: avoids the VPL. Can be very comfortable if you don’t have the bladder of a 68-year-old. Although I doubt that it procures the same type of sexual liberation as the Burn Bras movement. Plus, according to my good friend Wiki, tight underwear decreases sperm count in men. I know you only need one to fill the oven, but don’t let it get to that point!

Cons: Opponents will state health issues - unfounded unless you wear a microskirt in the bus. Also, reasons like ‘If God had wanted men to 'go commando' he wouldn't have invented polycotton with two per cent lycra! When my zip broke once I was glad to have boxers on.' -Comedian Dave Gorman

Dude, I’m all for tighty whities, but I doubt you have enough clean underwear to last til Mom’s next laundry. And the fact that your zipper broke speaks of more urgent issues than the fabric/colour/tightness of your underwear. The mental picture of a guy in a suit going commando goes further for me. Further as in really far.

three things

noreply@blogger.com (Julie) — Sun, 03 Feb 2008 04:02:00 +0000

First, there are no good reasons for a guy not to be hard enough for sex.

Second, why does porn-sperm stick on face as if life-or-death matter, you know, too much like Spiderman’s web on buildings?

and what's up with mature women porn (like 75+)? The only thing I like old and crusted is cheese, and even then- too dry

yes but can she cook..?

noreply@blogger.com (lisa) — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 06:39:00 +0000

Whether you want to call it robot fetishism, technosexuality, or just perversion, having sex with a robot or a sexual technology device is a fantasy for some. It’s also a solution for those that have trouble convincing a real live human to have sex with them. Whatever the reason, there are a number of robots and robotic products out there that can satisfy sexual desires, and we’ve profiled a number of them here.

Repliee Q1Expo: This “female” android has very human looks and senses. She has high-sensitivity tactile sensors that react to differing pressures, and can follow human movement. Her creators note that some people forget that she is an android while interacting with her. While there is no official report on the existence or absence of sexual organs in the Repliee Q1Expo, you can program the android to simulate movements.
Andy: Andy is very human, with functions like breathing, kissing, and yes, even sex. She can move into any position and will take part in movements. Her body is very realistic, as she has body heat and a heartbeat that pulses faster during sex. You can even install a video system in her eyes and play back encounters from her perspective. The manufacturer custom-makes each Andy model, and offers a variety of upgrades and adaptations.
Moaning Lisa: Moaning Lisa is a sex doll that doubles as an interactive game. To play the game, you have to touch one or more of her sensors to arouse her, but they’re on an unknown pattern of sensitivity, so it’s not always obvious which ones are the best. Ultimately, you win the game when you give her an orgasm.
Japanese Blowjob Machine: This machine certainly doesn’t look humanoid, but it’s designed to get the “job” done. The Japanese Blowjob Machine houses a motor and orifice with different textured interiors.
DER2 Fembot: Kokoro, a division of Sanrio, has created the Actroid DER2 fembot, which delivers expressions in a lifelike manner. She’s controlled by pneumatic pressure in her limbs, torso, and face, and her movements can be choreographed. The fembot is not for sale, but can be rented for 5 days.
CybOrgasMatrix: This sex doll is anatomically correct and modeled after model Pandora Peaks. She’s supported by an articulated skeleton and covered by a realistic elastomeric gel. This doll’s senses are advanced, so she moves, looks, feels, and even smells real. The CybOrgasMatrix’s robotics offer pelvic thrusting.
Simroid: Simroid is designed for dentist training, but honestly looks more like she was made for oral sex. She has a realistic appearance and human-like behavior, even featuring a gag reflex when objects are inserted too far in her mouth.
DIY Sex Robot: Check out this guide to building a robot for sex, and you’ll be able to customize a sexbot of your very own. Highlights include detailed instructions for senses and programming.
Robosapien: Although not designed for sex, a few creative people have modified the Robosapien to have sex using a dildo.
Rubbot: The Rubbot is a male sex machine. Essentially, it offers hands-free masturbation using “inch worm” technology.
Roboho: The Roboho is not a robot you can have sex with in real life, but that shouldn’t deter you from becoming her Cyber Pimp. In this game, you’ll configure a sexbot, guide her to high paying clients, and expand your harem of robotic prostitutes.
Alpha the Mechanical Man: In the 1930s, San Diego created a number of exhibits, one of which was Alpha the Robot. According to stories, this “robot” kidnapped a nudist and the two spent days in an amorous embrace.
Fuckzilla: Showcased at Arse Electronika, Fuckzilla is a “fucking machine” that has attachments including a multi-tongued “Lick a Chick.”
How to: Make Your Own Bionic Babe: Fleshbot offers a loose guide to creating your own sex robot, offering blueprints and other points of inspiration.
Robospanker: The Robospanker is just what it sounds like-a robotic spanking machine. It uses a small motor, trigger device, and spring-loaded paddle to deliver spanks from light to painful.
Robosex: The same people who made the Robospanker have made a sex machine for men. It looks like a footstool, but is made with a plastic cylinder that offers vacuum suction and pumping action.
Dita Von Teese: Burlesque performer Dita Von Teese is a real babe, but she’s done a photoshoot dressed as a robotic pinup. So if you’d like to satisfy a robot fetish, she’s about as realistic as you can get.
Vanessa Fembot: Vanessa, the Fembot from Austin Powers, was once up for auction on eBay. She may be sexy, but be forewarned-her chest is packing heat.
Dion: Dion has a very realistic looking body, but the focus is on her singing and lip motion. She’s lauded as a robot that can sing and look sexy at the same time.
Valerie, the Domestic Android: Valerie has a speech synthesizer and is equipped with proprietary AI software. She can perform visual imitation and learns through rote memory.
Sybian: This autoerotic machine for women is made of a saddle seat and a motor, and can be used with a variety of phallic objects. It’s made of quality construction and offers variable speed and vibration.
Robotech Thruster: This sex machine comes equipped with a high-speed piston and stabilizer. It’s essentially a sleeve with external thrusting controls, and you can mount it on a tabletop or similar surface.
Sexbot V2.0: Like Dita Von Teese, this robot is a real live human, but presents an option for satisfying a fantasy. Sometime in the summer of 2005, this “Sexbot V2.0″ offered free robot sex on the side of the road. There’s no word on what happened to the 1.0 version.
Zoltan’s Robot Girlfriend: This guy has cooked up his own robot girlfriend using a combination of a chatbot, teledonic device, and a sex doll. He can talk and type with her in English, and perform sexual acts simultaneously with her life-sized body. On his site, you can get instructions for building a robot girlfriend or boyfriend of your own.
Deep Throat: This “robot vagina” is billed as a device that will do “everything you wished your girlfriend would do,” offering a deep sucking sensation, slurping sounds, and vibrations that rival a real deep throat experience.

thanks renee ;)