Heidi Champa has men!

Quotes from them. On her blog. About blow jobs. And a very newsworthy excerpt from one of her stories. So get on over to Heidi's blog and get your Sunday going good. The Blow Hard Tour 2009 continues! And comment. You could win a prize. 

Beginner's Ball AND Blow Hard Tour 2009 continues!

My, Saturday morning and I'm just dragging myself out of bed at 9:40am - and my brain hasn't really switched on yet. But, I need to direct your attention to two blogs today.

In alphabetical order:

Cora Zane's blog Stars Will Cry is the next stop on the Blow Hard Tour, and she has some Tour Bus Confessions. So grab a cup of coffee and head on over there. (talking to myself here, hehe)  The tour continues tomorrow over at Heidi Champa's and on till April 11. Full schedule of stops here. If you've missed any stops, feel free to play catch up. And thanks to everyone for stopping by here yesterday and having fun with me. 

Helia Brookes is the hostess with the dance moves today. The third installment of Beginner's Ball is over at her blog and she's telling us to Leave It All On The Floor! Today's topic is the wellspring of creativity.

The Beginner's Ball is a blog series by writers relatively new to the world of erotica - Helia Brookes, Marina St. Clare, and myself so far. We'd love to have others join in our dance. If you'd like to take your turn hosting, please contact one of us. Check out the first and second in the series, and please join us in the comments (at Helia's of course).

Today's Lesson: Swallow one's sword and other euphemisms for sucking cock

Welcome! And how's this for some sword swallowing?

[The video that was linked to here is long gone. I'll try to find another similar to it.]

Finished cringing yet?

Hope you've been enjoying the Blow Hard Tour 2009. The pricknic continues today and I've been having almost too much fun doing research - all sorts of research.   *wipes chin*   ;-)  

I've mentioned this thesaurus before (it's got pictures too!) - The Bald-Headed Hermit And The Artichoke by A.D. Peterkin.

There's almost two whole pages of words for fellatio, including terms for (One Who Performs) and (to Perform).

For fellatio:

DSL (dick sucking lips) - hehe, one will never think of internet connections in quite the same way

Hooverism

icing expert

penilingus (I kinda like this one)

piston job

pricknic

scooby snack *insert scooby laugh here*

skull-buggery

zipper sex

For (One Who Performs):

blow monkey

fellator & fellatrix (equal opportunity)

goot gobbler

goat throat (Capricorn anyone?)

jaw queen

mouth worker

nibbler

peter puffer

pick spigot

sally

spigot sucker (hmm, got a faucet thing going)

vacuum cleaner

For (to Perform)

bagpipe

blow one's skin flute

blue jay

cuff one's carrot

dick lick (also lick dick)

gam

give cone

play one's horn

put lipstick on one's dipstick (like this one too)

senor-eata

soil one's knees

swallow one's sword

talk into the mic (is this thing working?)

worship at the altar

Those are just a sampling!

There's another book that is wonderful for those erotic language geeks among us.

Bawdy Language: Everything you always wanted to do but were afraid to say by Lawrence Paros

Great website here. You can buy the book AND find out lots of other stuff. This book has origins of words (like gam - or gamahuche, gamaroosh and gamaruche, possibly derived from Gamiani, the heroine of a nineteenth-century erotic novel of the same name. Of course there's other theories.) Great quotes and illustrations. A thoroughly fun way to waste some time - oh, I mean do research.

Sucking cock. So many ways to say it. Euphemisms are fun, but when it comes down to it (on your knees maybe?), it's all about making love with your lips, tongue, teeth (just a little), your whole mouth. This whole Blow Hard Tour started because someone Sommer knows - a woman - said this. Of course a lot of us commented that we like to give blow jobs. They're not just a means to an end (what she said - Sommer's friend that is). Though if they lead somewhere else, who's to argue? 

The other day Alison Tyler asked, among other things, about memories of first blow jobs. And it occurred to me that when some of us were coming of age (back in the stone age, hehe), there was really no way to learn how to go about it other than ... going about it. No heiresses showing us how on widely distributed (and in essence very boring) internet videos. No online instruction manuals, no pages and pages of Amazon listings, no 71,700,000 Google results (I find that number really funny for some reason).

Since I'm still new at this erotica biz, I don't have any excerpts to share, but I did sit down and write something special for you. Donna George Storey's second person point of view discussions influenced my writing here. It was very interesting to take a real occurrence (from long ago and far, far away) and write this way. 

This is How I Learned

You weren’t the first, but it was the first time I wanted it as much as any man wanted it.

Giddy with red wine, we’d ended up back at your office. You drew me into the back room, shut the door. This had been your fantasy for months. You’d asked if it excited me too. It did.

With an ear out for discovery, maybe the janitor or your office mate, we moved with deliberate slowness. All quiet and whispers. In the dark, we were all too aware of lights in the building’s other wing. How easily we could see across the way. You wondered about the ambient light and the blinds not pulled across your window. This was part of your fantasy. To maybe be seen, be caught.

I undid your belt buckle, popped the buttons of your faded jeans one at a time. Pulled them down to your ankles. Saw your cock spring free in the dim light. You hopped onto the drafting table, sat with legs dangling, your fingers in my long hair.

You instructed me. With gentle words taught me how to use my tongue on your glans, my lips on your shaft. With you I learned pressure, suction, tempo. How to use my teeth, lightly, teasingly.

You whispered a request to me - suck your balls. Fleshy plums, I drew them into the cave of my mouth, played my tongue over them. With this you moaned for me, leaked a drop of fluid. Once again, my lips met the head of your cock, tasted the sweet, sour, salty promise of a lesson well-learned.

Whew! Okay. That second person POV does it every time. Gets the reader awfully close!

Nowadays it seems that for many people, blow jobs aren't even considered "real sex" - that's reserved for penis/vagina sex only (wtf?). Well, I beg to differ. And I think other eroticists would too. Over at AT's blog, in the comments, Craig Sorensen (one of the few men commenting so far this whole blog tour - where are you? - we want more! - *hoping to see Mr. Erobintica here, hint hint hint *) said this - "To me, it is something especially intimate." He went on to describe the sensations (you gotta scroll down) in a manner which had some very smutty writers blushing.

So, what makes a blow job special? From both the giver's and the receiver's point of view? That's the question of the day - so come on and comment - Sommer is ... stalking (hehe) the commenters during this dozen day tour and one lucky one will win quite the prize package. Don't be shy. We don't bite.  ;-)

Tomorrow the slurping continues over at Cora Zane's. See you there! For the full line-up, look here.

Oh, and one last, to top it off, how about these? 

Dakota has us begging!

Please head on down to Dakota Rebel's blog for the 3rd lick of the Blow Hard Tour 2009. She's got a catchy-titled story for us - plus, leave a comment and get a chance to win some tasty prizes. The tour continues through April 11 (full line-up here) - with tomorrow's stop right here in Erobinticaland. I've got all sorts of stuff planned. Oh, and the research has been such fun! ;-)

A Marked Woman

Hold out your hands. Palms up. Can you feel the weight of the world?

Randy Lagana's Marked Woman

Here's an old poem of mine:

Balance

in right hand

smoothness

unbroken promises

held tight

fears

slippage

through fingers worn

by years of clinging

in left hand

roughness

frayed edges

break the pattern

of days

keeps spirits alive

for each new

alteration

I've been pondering a lot lately. The times require it. And how to balance is weighing heavily on my mind. When I started this blog, I honestly didn't think many people would be reading it. I was wrong. Oh, I've yet to have a triple-digit day, and I have no fantasies of anything more than that. But that's not why I started this blog. 

This is my think out loud space. If you're not interested, you can just click away from here. You don't have to read me bitch about a bad day or muse on losing a friend. But there's fun too - that's where the balance comes in. Like the Blow Hard Tour or leopard slug sex or having a story accepted.

The fun that I'm having as Erobintica seems to be doing a very good job of balancing any unhappiness that has come into my life lately. At times I'm afraid I should feel guilty for that. Shouldn't I be miserable? Sulking in the dark of my room? Tearing my hair?

Fuck no! Somehow, after 51 years

- of worrying what other people think

- of trying to please the unpleasable

- of oftentimes not liking myself

- of feeling ashamed and embarrassed at my own thoughts

I've decided that none of that matters.

Don't want to get to the end of life saying I coulda, I shoulda. The time of wishing for some elusive something to happen so that something else can happen - well, excuse me while I just go ahead and do stuff, without waiting for that slippery something to show up.

Yesterday several things happened (haha, there's a pun there somewhere if you've been reading) that made me think hard.

One was that yesterday was the start of the Blow Hard Tour and Sommer Marsden had made pins for us. I wore mine all morning while running errands. I'll wear it through April 11. I wonder if anyone will ask what it's about. (I'll tell them google it - hahaha) It may seem like a small thing (small and pink), but it's a big deal to me.

Another thing was that yesterday I picked up the unfinished quilt that I intend on finishing. My late friend and I (with some help from others) had been working on it to give to the girlfriend of another departed friend (too fucking many departed friends lately). I thought it would be hard to look at it, but it wasn't. Oh, I felt sadness. But something has shifted in me lately and I still can't find the words to describe what it is.

Then I read Donna George Storey's column over at ERWA. In it she talks about (among other things) that taboo topic of the tree's roots. And that made me think about why it is that I haven't been able to tell certain people, people important in my life, about Erobintica. 

It comes down to this: I will lay claim to being a marked woman (ah, there's a reason I used Randy's piece above). Not everyone will understand WHY. But I'm beginning to get to a place where the silence is too loud. Randy's piece touches something inside me. I Love the apple (Eve anyone?) - the negative/positive, yin/yang, black/white, good/evil(?), right/left, life/death ... oh, I could go on.

Why a marked woman? Because from time immemorial, women who dared were to be feared. Like women who dare to write about sex in an honest way, even if it's fiction (and my apologies to the wonderful men out there writing, but it's not the same). Sex is dangerous. It can get you hurt, can kill you. Isn't that what the moralists tell us? Well, yeah. Some of us have been hurt by sex at some point in our lives. But some of us also have realized that it isn't sex that hurts. Silence hurts. Shame hurts. Ignorance hurts. 

Writing down words that are meant to arouse is a transgressive act in today's society - still! - despite Dr. Ruth and Sex in the City (I never watched) and all the screaming headlines from the covers of grocery store aisle magazines. Admitting to any sexual thoughts outside the "norm" is considered both reprehensible and titillating (maybe that's the balance in action). 

So, what to do? I've decided to be daring. Here's my hand. See? It's marked.

Alison Tyler Blows!

But in a very good way. Today the Blow Hard Tour 2009 continues over at Alison's blog Trollop With A Laptop where she ponders what qualifies as a blow job?

For the full line-up - go here.

Today's the day!

Once upon a time ....

a friend of Sommer Marsden's made a comment ...

"No woman likes giving a blow job for the sake of a blow job."

Big mistake. You've heard of the butterfly effect? Well, what happened here could be called the blow job effect. 

Today, over at Sommer's blog, that small comment has become ...

The Blow Hard Tour 2009!

For the full line-up (a dozen days, a dozen different writers, all blogging from the blow-centric point of view), go here.