As I was enjoying a nice, long leisurely alone time filled with quality masturbation last night, I decided I had more to say about the lovely clitoris and my pussy. So while I just wrote about it, I’m delving further this Sunday. I have no doubt in the months to come this delicious topic will be revisited over and over like a multiple orgasm. The all knowing, all seeing, and all powerful clitoris! The juicy, sexy gem awaiting being stimulated so it may pour forth it’s magical elixir and whisk us ladies into a realm of erotic pleasure and ecstatic release… how could I not desire to write more? Let’s face it, I’m a woman who loves to orgasm, I think my pussy might end up being a large topic on this blog of mine. (I do have other interests, of course).

My clit gives me different sensations depending on where and how I touch it. I find the sides of my clit enormously sensitive. I can gently stroke up and down one of the sides and instantly start to feel that warm rush and tingling up my spine, and continuing through my body. The intensity and frequency greatly affects it too. It’s not just the same stimulus and I find my mood makes a difference as well. If I’m feeling feisty, I might fantasize of a really aggressive fuck, where I’m dominant and end up working my clit into a frenzy. Other times, light last night, it had been brewing and building all towards the end of the day. I just felt horny and I had endless fantasies popping into my head. I could be doing something mundane, like cleaning, and I’d get this visual of me kissing another woman, her soft skin under my hands and the lushness of her ass… Then my clit would start to pulse and my awareness would be drawn to the fact I was drifting into a sexual reverie. This particular visual we were naked and kissing. I just adore kissing, I could for hours, especially when it’s good. The intimacy and passion it can build is unparalleled. It is truly unique the sensual feeling one gets from kissing another woman. I crave it sometimes, even though I’m not a lesbian. So this fantasy is taking me away from my tasks. Forget trying to focus, by the end of the day I was more than ready to find some release. I wish I had a girl lover to play with last night!

The orgasm was in soft waves and I found my pussy already heightened in stimulus. I really didn’t have to do much to get there either. My pussy was low maintenance last night! I barely had to tap at my clit and just gently stroke my finger down along the outside of my labia before my whole yoni opened and I could easily slip a finger into my juicy insides. I was already warm and moist. I slowly and mildly fingered myself, but found my clit wanted more attention then my g-spot. So I pulled out just focused on really slight, small, gently upwards strokes on my clit. Right in the center this time, then working my way in a half circle up and down the left side. I don’t know what it is about my left side, but it’s my favorite. I love the sensation and I know it’s an instant orgasm. It’s kinda like my fast food of orgasm. I didn’t want to cum to fast however, so I drifted to the right and went back and forth over it. If I know I have the luxury of a long self-love masturbation session, I start really light. I keep myself at just that low threshold so the final climax has a super deep, powerful foundation. Those are the times when I find I can really gush hard.

My mind started to wander into a man sucking my clit and it almost made my yearnings worse. You know when you daydream of something you can’t have at the moment? It’s frustrating! It snow balled into a full on sexual marathon in my mind. This man had a thick cock, and his mouth was heaven. I couldn’t decided if I wanted to kiss him or have him lick me more, so I went back and forth to both in my mind. I fantasized about him plunging his thick hard on into me. That amazing full sensation one gets. I envisioned him really passionate and almost overtaking me. I surrendered to him in my mind. I swear sometimes sex is better in my imagination. Finding the right partner is so fucking hard.

I thought of pulling out my vibrator for a quick big O, but I knew it would be too much sensation and I wanted to just feel relaxed in my pleasure. Instead I pulled out a glass dildo and placed it inside my pussy. I didn’t fuck myself with it, I just wanted to feel full. My pussy was swollen and hot, totally engorged. I think if I really did have a man there fucking me I would’ve had orgasms through the roof over and over.

I kept the dildo in and made circles around my clit until I felt the familiar sensation of excitement and warmth rushing up my spine and a gasp escaped from my part lips. Instead of backing off(which is hard because the feeling is intense and I just want to ease off my pussy), I kept going and the gasp became a moan…. My back arched and my hips wanted to squirm away from my fingers. I kept them on me, ruthlessly seeking a deeper and higher orgasm than ever before… and it happened, I let out sound I have no idea what it must’ve sounded like a half moan, half scream? and my body shook, waves upon waves of amazing orgasms. Pure ecstasy. It brought emotions out of me, as orgasms often can. I laid on my bed holding myself, exhausted, peaceful and with tears.

There is an innate connection between my body and my spirit. Whether I am exercising, dancing or in this case enjoying an orgasm. It is release for me on more than one level. I see it in other people as well. It is always amazing to me how much people speak their body. EVERYONE says something with their bodies, whether they are aware of it or not. Bodies speak so much of a person.

But that is another tangent to write about on another day. For now I leave you with this…

Masturbating to my Babe-gasm

Our pussies really teach us about ourselves. They also give us independence. I am passionate about the importance of a woman having orgasmic independence. I adore sharing my orgasm. I’ve enjoyed it with men and with women, but there is something sacredly special to the intimate experience one has when alone with one’s pussy.

An interesting fact: The Italian anatomist Mateo Renaldo Colombo claimed to have discovered our clits way back in 1559. He called it amor Veneris, vel dulcedo “the love or sweetness of Venus.” How hilarious a man claims to have discovered it. I’m pretty sure a woman had it figured out way before. However, I am completely pleasured by his name for our clits:

“The love or sweetness of Venus.”

Now that is beautiful. How lovely a man would grace our erogenous zone with such a name. He must’ve been a romantic. I wonder if he wrote secret love letters to an unrequited love…

The unrequited love of women with their gateway to venus. I say we need a new era of sexuality. Not the feminist burning bras, but an era of women fully embracing how powerful it is to be a sensual, sexual woman. That includes nurturing ourselves, our orgasms and our men, our girlfriends, and oozing unabashedly and unashamedly our seduction. Like drips of nectar pouring out of our skin and dripping upon the path we walk. Enticing, alluring and empowering.

Ladies, our pussies are OURS. LOVE THEM. ADORE THEM. STROKE THEM. PLEASURE YOURSELF. EACH OTHER.

Men, I love men. Feel free to delve into the great discovering that is uncovering a woman’s deep orgasm from her yoni. As I fully am elated to take my time learning every amazing nuance of yours….

… till next time, cocks hard, pussies wet. Enjoy.

Well, oh my. The woman in my boat is charged and tingling. It just received some attention. In fact, this boat was unexpectedly bumped by a walrus. This walrus is apparently demented he says, and he’s drunken.. which explains why he bumped my boat, of course. Or maybe that rocking motion was implying something else? Rocking my metaphorical online clit to a world wide webgasm, he was. Thanks, Walrus dude. He says he’s sad on this Sunday, no more football soon. That just makes a babe like myself feel much compassion. How ’bout I post on Sundays for you football forlorn guys? I can never be as hot as guys sweating, tackling and swatting each other’s rump, but I’ll damn well do my best and give it the ol’ cheerleader try.  You wonder what you should discuss now that football season is coming to a close soon? I have a topic. CLITS. You all can discuss how to lick, suck and nibble on them. Share trade secrets. You can start by getting some inspiration and ideas from a woman who enjoys clits herself… this Blonde Babe. So, overly profane mouthed Walrus, this post is for you, from the fairly hot blonde babe. Please read on…

Blonde Babe in Her Boat

This walrus really made me ponder this whole boat, man and rocking thing. I am not a woman who is unfamiliar with the female anatomy. I’ve spent plenty of time investigating the wonderful nuances of mine and a fleet of boats. Yet still, I was confused. I mean, why is it typically called the man in the boat? Must it be masculine? Should it not be a woman in the boat if it’s my clitoris? My clit is not masculine. Sure, it gets erect, engorged with blood… but is it my hypothetical cock? I think it’s the gateway to my womanhood. Into a realm of pleasure that when a woman is fully in there is no denying her sexual allure. It’s is purely, beautiful, erotic femininity. It can make me loud, wild, heated, passionate, wet, titillated and uninhibited. Now that is some power. Just turn that little button on and a woman’s mind, body and soul can be freed. It is an intrinsic ingredient in the perfect mix which takes me from rational mind to a threshold of pure sensation, wild passion and ultimate release.

I love my clitoris. My clit. My lovely, beautiful, sexy, full of feeling clit. Every woman should have clit pride.

However, the clitoris does unify us with men. Let’s discuss dick for a brief second. And trust me that’s hard(pun so intended) for me because I really love men and their fantastical dicks. Phew. I get a bit charged just typing that. In fact there will be many posts to come about my absolute passion for the male anatomy. But, back on track.. the penis develops from the same mass of tissue as the clitoris in the embryo. It’s like the physical metaphorical unification when a dick is rubbed against a clit. Dicks and clits are nerve twins.

It blows my mind when I hear a woman doesn’t like oral pleasure? Are there many men who don’t like their cock sucked? I’d bet we’d be hard pressed to find them. Although I did meet one man who said he didn’t enjoy blowjobs. Naturally, I took that as a challenge as I looked at him totally dumfounded. “What?!”, says the Blonde Babe. “That’s devastating! I love to suck cock and I take pride in it dammit! Get your cock over here and you will enjoy it!”. But seriously. Why would so many women not enjoy receiving oral sex? A few things come to mind: embarrassment, lack of connection to their orgasm, emotional turbulence with their partner, insecurity, lack of self worth, fear, society brainwashing. Women, pleasure yourself and be pleasured. It’s your body, it’s your orgasm. Yours alone. Or shared. But it’s YOURS.

This all of course doesn’t just relate to a woman’s clit. It’s applies to the whole shebang. As in she-bangs-herself-to-orgasm. How is it women can go their whole lives and never really have a full orgasm? I absolutely am going to passionately write post after post of detailed erotic releases I enjoy until it tantalizes you to explore your own. This is just the start.

Personally, I couldn’t live a fulfilled life without my waves of multiple orgasms. It’s a part of my living, breathing existence. All this talk of my clit, it’s practically screaming at me for attention. This is the Blonde Babe, signing out to go enjoy an explosive series of toe curling orgasms with my woman in my boat: MY PROUD CLITORIS.