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Our Filthy alley: Where did you learn?

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The likelihood that you know how to fuck is pretty good. You have probably fucked recently. Where did you learn to fuck? Was it trial and error or did you hit the ground running? Age is one of the factors so lets not let that idea wonder too far. Forget the questionable expertise of your “technique”- save that, you are not Dr. Ruth or involved with her posse. Don’t make that face; she could diligently screw your brains out with the smallest foreign giggle. Forget her, even though she is all about fucking she can not help me find out through what devices did you learn how the fucking goes down. I hope no one is thinking about there drunk uncle.

Most of us probably learned from the same source, our friends or the ever trusty erotica. Someone most likely told you about blow jobs. Word of mouth, the almighty teacher of sex education is still proudly in first. I keenly remember being “informed” that the name of the ejaculate produced by men was called “gum”. This was way before I hit puberty. A childish mishearing that porno would soon correct. In this day and age sex is too risky for childish misunderstandings, especially when the kids, age 13 and younger are getting to the fucking.

In our younger years the magazines we found were cherished like some high-priced black market item. Now the internet has made it so much easier for the children to readily believe that you don’t have to use condoms, no, you pull out and paint her it all over her face, oh sure, that’s how it goes down every time. Sure, ok. Anal is offered if not expected 75% of the time absolutely. I will never condemn porn. Never, I believe that it is healthy let alone natural to release with stimuli ones sexual frustration, twice or more DAILY if necessary (Moralists, Puritans and religious fanatics can “Deep-throat” me like Ms. Heather Brooke while I watch some Barely Legal). Just remember that this hot-shit is as reality based as Boston Legal and I love that show! The fashion choices of such an industry may dictate or effect our view of what “sexy” is but it definitely should not be the standard on education. Example: How many ladies reading this (who are over the age of 18!!!!!) are proudly sporting some nice vigorous bush? Where the fuck did the pubic hair go? Maybe it is just a thing of the times.

Oh wait….we forgot something. You thought I was just not going to get to it did you? Sex education, school funded sex Ed…..Really have you seen what they serve in the lunch rooms? You learned a lot then did you? You can thank biology class for that info and the café for the belly ache. Now, don’t get me started. Please do not start this up. Fine you went and did it!

Yes! Let’s have people who have almost no connection to our youth telling them their opinionated version of what they think SEX SHOULD BE. After all, what the fuck does the Biology teacher know about Sexual Education? He/she teaches science! Science is void of emotion. What about if you are taught in a Religious school where using ANY protection is WRONG and possibly not even mentioned as an option!!!!! Talk to your kids if you have some. Do not be unrealistic. The kids are going to fuck, a bunch, we did. The kids may not have a clue how to yet or maybe you are too late- little Jocelyn might be a Prego.
A study was published in 2007 conducted in the UK by Hayter PhD about Sex Ed. being taught by nurses from outside the school and the conclusion was way more productive. Why? Because these people know what they are talking about, the kids actually learned. They were not embarrassed about their teacher seemingly creeping into their lives outside the classroom. The problem is really age. Too young and it is deemed unimportant, too late and they may already be suffering the consequences of bad judgment. If we are afraid to let something as dirty or even mature as sex find its way near the children’s awareness how can we ever really learn something before experiencing it? Let us remember that there may be no answer to a better form of sex Ed., after all as individuals we have our own opinions, guidelines and thus, definitions of what SEX and FUCKING actually is.

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Our Filthy Alley: Favorite Parts

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You spot them, a stranger of whom you find attractive. Why? I am not asking in the chemical or metaphysical sense but simply the physical. What was it that your eye first perceived that you deemed this individual to be of that special status of “hot”? What if there was a wacky old theory that you have a subconscious fetish of sorts? As well does the person in the next room and your mom too. Gather closer around and read on.

I find myself alone in public waiting for something, anything. It has been a long day and quite comparably to that of being in a graveyard looking for life, desert seeking water, Rock the Harbor waiting for attendees… I find myself asking “Is there not a decent looking woman out today”? Then I see her. When I tell you her stomach was pristine I understate. Her stomach had just the right curves smooth, subtle and streamlined like god was thinking about the 1953 Corvette when this girl was under genetic production. Her hair is normal, I note her face, adorable but she looks pissed. Probably because I look like a skell and am obviously “checking her out” so to speak. Her legs are less than great- Houston, we have problem. She is noted to have sex organs, nice mammary glands at that but my particular interests are not met, I finish my cigarette and keep moving as that Stones tune “You cant always get what you want” plays in my brain.

My buddy Magnus Hirschfeld (a real Sexologist!) in the 1920’s introduced a theory called “partial attractiveness”, which argued that we are not attracted to someone as one piece but by discovering individual features they may have. Even back then when a “fetish” was considered a disease this loose “Paraphilia” was suggested to be a “healthy kind of fetishism” that we all seem to engage in, perhaps are dispositional to. We all happen to favor something different for good reason. Paraphilia is considered healthy until a singular body part becomes more important than the person whose limb it belongs to. Just so we are all clear this fetish by no means is limited to just arms and legs, however non-sexual body parts only.

I thought this was worth sharing and worth ten minutes of good conversation. Sharing ones favorite parts of their significant other proved tougher than it would seem. After an hour of pulling teeth I got somewhere, the neck, hands, lower back, and mouth were answers that came up often. This reminded me that it is still a “theory” and the idea that I may subconsciously be attracted Susan’s collar bone and knees from ten yards is a little much. What is real for me is the appreciation for the unique parts every one body has. When you look at your partner’s body you take notes, moles, scars, amputations and what have you- these are very special things.

Pretend in jest that this is real for the seven minutes it takes to read. This really is a fetish we as human beings happen to share. Embrace it, love it and respect the fuck out of the fact that we can discuss it. Imagine if your spouse of only one year never told you how much they adore your shoulders, chin, lower lip, back, arms and or tummy etc. An entire year of small dosages of adoration, lost for you both. Go ahead and ask him/her when you leave this alley, what they may have first noticed about you, what part they cherish now. It may be a bit surprising, just make sure you have a well thought on answer in return just to be fare. On the flip side you should tell him/her more often how awesome that part of them is.

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Our Filthy Alley: Time is of the essence

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God-speed! Sprint to the bedroom! Or crash into the couch downstairs, get bent over the sink. Go nutty, pull the car over. Even when you are already five minutes late for work there is always enough time for a quickie.

This is a quick fix. Foreplay can sleep in. Your partner and you both know what to do. Guys, sometimes it’s a sort of “race”, you should SOMETIMES let her win. So the “Wham, Bam, Thank You Mam” stuff may not be best approach all the time but it has its place. Ladies, you know what gets us to nut instantaneously. As a group of horny individuals I think we all know about that awkward-ass position that immediately gets your partner to squirt, revel in that and be gracious.

Quickies may parallel life in the fact that they can short and sweet. So one should enjoy every rush, nibble and moan but most importantly BE PREPARED!!!! Carry your protective gear somewhere cool, accessible, where the sun don’t shine, get it? So when I see the two of you sneak off in the bar, to the bathroom, don’t worry, The Filth’s got your back, just be quick about it.

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Our Filthy Alley: Bringing the Good Stuff

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So you like getting off, huh? Fiddling with yourself when you cannot get that special someone out of your mind? Good, I love it! What do you think of? Is it standard issue sweaty muffled, frustrated disrobing with some licking and love bites? Usual class A, stuffing and screaming, panting then napping? I have faith that your sex organs and your brain meet up for coffee and share some very seriously hot details of what you would do in an empty, drippy warehouse basement with that “lucky” individual straight-up hog tied, hanging from a support beam. Oops don’t mind me with the duct tape and the rope; just tell me all, seriously. What different, spicy words, position, or taste do your senses demand? I am not asking what gets you hot I am asking what gets you hotter. What primes your detonation?

The best part of any “good-bad thoughts” is not the ending but how it gets towards its end. Sometimes the build up can be better than the release. This is where I fucked up last year. Thankfully I was properly notified by the girl whose panties I ripped off like a secure band-aid.

In a dark, sweaty room I was told that I rushed through the removal of the panties to cut to the coitus, continually. The panties she had picked out for that particular night’s event was to be something special, like a present wrapped up for a surprise effect. Clothes were flying over my shoulder, I was hungry and ready to eat when she spoke. Her words sounded disappointment. I looked down into my unappreciative hands to see that vaguely shiny black fabric. The vibrant red net sides would wrap around her hips to remove any confusion or doubts about her blessed measurements. The holes between the net showed off her coffee-colored skin in such a brilliantly brutal, teasing manner. This seductive black material was astonishingly simple in pride, no frills, just sexy. To gently rub my stubble against them on her was enough for me for one day, to take them off of her was heaven. They were my favorite of all the underwear that she owned and they felt cold and dry at the tips of my fingers.

I had just learned a valuable lesson.
Rushing anything, we have all learned, will usually lead to mistakes and a half-assed job. Unless we are talking about quickies in which case we will discuss that at a less leisurely time. My frame of mind was set on getting in there and committing some serious mechanical banging. I wanted some tough lovin’ and I planned on taking my time but had somehow completely missed an entire chapter of glorified sexual goodness to be shared and enjoyed. I felt like I had just chugged a great cup of hot coco and thrown away the cup only to forget about that delicious sludge at the bottom.

It seems a wee bit tough for some of us to remember that sex is not solely orgasm driven. What one individual defines as sexually pleasing may not just be the ol’ in and out. Also there is something to be said about the mental aspects of an orgasm. Dress up (like villainous Nazi agents from a bond flick or in a hot dog costume), role playing (picking up your mate as a “stranger” at a bar), toys (they are powerful allies) or even groups (do it with the entire daps crew and get a free bumper sticker!!) can be the primer for some real heat.

Pertaining to the panties, it was the appreciation, loving and disrobing of them that my lady friend considered sexual fulfilling. These unspoken fantasies will not benefit anyone; your meek tongue will keep your passion mediocre, you left ultimately hungry for more. Get that fun stuff out on the table, stop dropping clues and speak your mind! Discussions over morning coffee, in the shower or over sharing a nicely rolled steak, are prime times to bring out possibilities of naughty flavor-induction. Worst case scenario is your partner could say no, do not fear judgment. Talking will give you some serious notes on how to please and surprise your partner and threw willing participation to try new things you will exceedingly broaden your sexual menu.

Normal conversation is a great way to build trust and it is normal to talk about what you like and do not like so relax and treat this the same way. Criticism may seem scary and hurtful but it’s a sure sign that they care so don’t be defensive. Handle this respectfully and do this early, it will only make things better for tomorrow. Do not ever be ashamed of who you are and what you are into (if you kick it to minors and/or animals you can be ashamed if you would like but I suggest just getting help), for example BDSM (bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism) requires a lot of communication and trust and usually some equipment. It holds a notorious stigma and is seen largely as taboo. However, if this is what gets your blood flowing you should bring it into your life, shamelessly. It is not only for those who are deeply seeded in this scene, give it a try with another consenting adult, you might like it. It is nice to trust someone who has both their hands gripped vigilantly around my throat a moment before I cum. It helps me sleep and makes the nightmares go away. To close this one up I would like to point out that it is obvious after a moments thought that orgasms do not have to be the one sole goal of sex. Just think and talk about it, go have some adventures, find out what you like if you don’t already know and happy detonations to you all.

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Let’s Talk About Exploration…

Explore Your Inner Self

Explore Your Inner Self

Are the lights off?

You can actually smell the heat; your lover’s aroma smothers your nostrils. Sometimes you attack them as soon as you walk through the door, you can wait no longer. That heavy panting in your ear never gets tiresome. Tonight you both move together like velvet and satin, almost temporarily defying gravity. Other times may not be so gracious and loving (hair is meant to be pulled). Battle scars from the night previous may fill you with that dirty sense of content, especially if the co-workers can’t see that lovely bite mark on your sweet spot beneath your cloths. It has to be done, even the homeless get wet and hard, and as much as cats fight, there always seems to be plenty of kittens.

I welcome my fellow “sexual deviants” all home. This is our dirty alley of the DAPS site. There is no fetish or act deplorable enough, no subject matter worth shunning. This is for positively charged opinions and helping each other above all (me included). If you are homophobic I suggest you stop being gay. If you are a boring moral uptight who thinks there is only one way to have sex, I will shit on your chest. I personally implore you to explore your personal limits and inhibitions. Listen, communicate, be safe and honest. As a boy I emphatically believe that if it is going to be grimy, it better be fun……

Now where to start? Is safety the primary subject? It is in one ear out the other with some fools. That will not suffice. Is it all based on communication of mouth and body? Honest heart-felt communication takes a spine and I know we got some real quivering pussies reading this. What about a mixture of the two? Maybe abandon all hope of any fine qualities a relationship should have, perhaps we should just discuss anal sex for a moment.
My dear friend “Beautiful Face” enjoys a little balloon-knot action from time to time, with one selective long time lover. BF recently told me an occurrence that she found quite embarrassing. At a social gathering BF was asked the simple question of if she had ever had anal sex before, by a female friend. Cock-face Tony, an associate to BF, was now listening and at full attention waiting for a reply. This is obviously none of his fucking business (this female friend needs to get a book on timing). However, blessed with the impeccable virtue of refusing to lie, BF began to cry. Knowing that delaying her answer, before crying, was enough, she had answered and was now stamped all over with porn star sex.

Is BF some dirty freak? No, trust me; you would let HER fuck your ass if you saw the legs this girl is rocking. Her occasional exploration is a great example of personal boundaries and a notoriously sensitive one at that. I am earnestly trying to avoid appearing to be ‘that guy’ to say that women are NOT sluts because of their personal kinkiness; I’m just enjoying playing Sodomy’s Advocate. We should all face the facts: people are doing it in the bum…a whole bunch, and you can quote me on that. It’s not just for priests and the gays anymore. The Center for Disease Control and Prevention sponsored a study in Chicago in ‘04 that produced data stating that one in three heterosexual couples were late night fudge-packing or had packed fudge once. We are also all very aware of the gem that is the male’s prostate gland (thank you American Pie). Plenty of men and women of a many sexual orientations happily practice anal sex with their partner and by themselves. The reason why is they are comfortable with it. It is within their boundaries.

Weather you are exploring the deep regions of space or the freshly lubricated brown eye of your lover the primary objective is safety, then the business. STI (sexually transmitted infection) is more than prevalent no matter who or what you are. The interior lining is very delicate and not all lubes are proactive for this style of sex so do a little research, the receiver will appreciate it. To love yourself you have to know yourself, so learn your own boundaries and keep everyone safe in the process. But how is that done? Simply try having an experience, with someone you would like to share it with. Take your time and perform it right, make sure you have the right knowledge and the correct tools (if need be). Not just because your three month long boyfriend asks for it. Expectations from another can be a Devil of a pressure that is ultimately rooted in control. Do it for yourself, experience is the building material of growth.

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