All posts for the month June, 2012

The Art of Female Masturbation/Vaginal Stimulation or how to get your woman hot…. Part I

Published 29/06/2012 by Saint

Poor blog!  sadly neglected! Hehe!

How many of you women masturbate daily?  How many masturbate a couple of times a week?  How many watch yourselves when you’re doing it?  How many recoil in horror at the very idea of masturbating?  When was the last time any woman reading this blog masturbated?  What do you masturbate with if you do?  Toys, or just your hands (I’m a just my hands kinda girl). Do you have an elaborate mental fantasy or fantasies to help stimulate yourselves sexually?  Have you ever shown your partner how you like to touch yourself so he knows how to do it to you?

Men need a firmer, faster touch than women do and often they make the mistake of touching us as firmly as/as fast as/as quickly as they touch themselves,  While there is a time in any woman’s masturbation session for speed or firmness in my case the order of the day is very much gentle smooth and consistent.  A slow, slow, stroking, languid movement that starts at the bottom of the vagina and moves slowly and sensually over the outer labia for some time before moving to the inner labia gets me very excited.  By the time the inner lips are touched the vagina will be slick, hot and wet.  Patience is also very necessary. Difficult for a man because a man’s instinct once he has an erection is to put it in a hot vagina.  This causes a problem when the vagina is not hot or wet enough.

Once the inner labia are touched the heat rises exponentially.  At this stage you should be rubbing them from the bottom up and over the clitoris, or from the top down, whatever pleases you better: I like from the bottom up, I find it very exciting and that very light almost fleeting touch of the clit makes me start to writhe which is the first sign of massive excitement for me.

I’ll carry on with Part II tomorrow.  Your thoughts, ideas and impressions plus any stories you would like to share, either in the blog comments or privately with me via email or im or bbm or whatever else-em, would be most welcome.

I’d love to hear from both sexes on this one.




Sexy Days, Sexy Happenings, Sexy, Sexy men, Sexy me

Published 19/06/2012 by Saint

2012 kicked off very grimly and bleakly but I am pleased to report it’s evolved into a rather interesting year.  I’m meeting stacks of new people (mainly men – my favourite kind of people!!!) and doing all kinds of interesting things (not only sex so get your minds outta the gutter hahahaaaa!!).

I ran around Cape Town with a guy the other night, it was really cool cos we never knew each other from a bar of soap and it’s incredible how easy it is to get on with someone you don’t know.  It’s immeasurably easier than getting on with someone you do know actually, because there’s simply no expectation of how he will be from your side or how you will be from his side.

We went to the waterfront and looked at the millionaire’s yachts, we walked in the icy wind arm in arm as if we were strolling through a Mediterranean village in the summer, we laughed our arses off in general; he took me to a wonderful pub/bar that was built around very old motor trade memorabilia, from overalls to ancient bicycles and oil cans an everything in between.

The owner was parking off on the couch watching a series about the mafia and we were the only two in the place apart from him.  It was a very cool vibe cos we just pottered around like we were in his lounge and he just parked off like he was in his lounge (which, admittedly, he was) and if he felt like chatting he did and if we did, we did.

After that we drove up to Lion’s Head. When we got to the top he switched the engine off and we listened to the silence while we watched the whole of Cape Town flickering down below us in all her silent magnificence.  That was absolutely unreal!!

I’ve been seeing so many cool things and experiencing such amazingly laid back people; the scenery, the elements, the ideas, the convos, it’s all so excellent I’m hard pressed to accurately convey how it is for me.

I’ve also been meeting and/or chatting to some really interesting guys from this sex site I am on.  Talking to them is also an eye opener, and again I think the stranger/stranger thing gets people talking in a way they never do and this isn’t only about their sexual selves/fantasies or lives, it’s about them, themselves, that they talk.  Which as you all know –  me being an ardent student of human nature – interests me no end.

But yes, the two sexual encounters I have had have been intense and interesting in and of themselves.  It’s a matter of just being, I find, that’s how you best enjoy any sex, and especially good sex.  People are way to focused on the end goal (orgasm) to really allow enjoyment of sex.  I went for a tantric massage the other night.  The guy spent an hour massaging, stroking and touching my whole body apart from my (accepted) erogenous zones like my breasts and genitals and had my whole body alert, awake, tingling and pinging in ways it had never pinged before.

What really excited and interested me about this massage is that no one said a word, apart from the first couple of sentences exchanged.  When you’re lying in a dark room, face down, warm, with a stranger’s gentle and firm hands on your body you move into a kind of trance/zone/state of being you but not you. At first you battle not to think of conventional sex, cos I mean here you are being touched in a highly erotic way so you expect that the next step will be breasts or groin etc but when you suspend that expectation, or let it just flow away like water in a stream, you get to really connect with the feelings and sensations and become very relaxed.

It really made me want to read and study more about Tantra and learn more about stimulating areas that are not considered conventionally erotic.  At one stage he put his hand on my belly just above my groin, for example, while he was rubbing the tops of my thighs.  That slight pressure on the belly gave me a rush of erotic sensation straight to my groin, like a switch had been turned on.  Same happened when he worked on the back of my knees, and my ears.  If any of you ladies want to try being massaged this guy is available still – I highly recommend it, if only from the perspective of re-establishing contact with your own sexual energies…. drop me a line….

Ja.  Sex is an excellent way to connect with people, it’s an excellent form of therapy for me, it’s a way of making contact with my long lost sexual self, a way to re-affirm my own desires, wants and needs and ja, it’s a revolution for me.  I mean of course I’ve had lots of sex in my life, before now, but none of it has been remotely like this.  Not at all.  And although I’ve always been open to sexual adventures, to experimentation, to ideas and desires, I’ve never been this open before.

It’s quite something, I can tell you.  You should try it.


Snowy Spacey Sutherland

Published 12/06/2012 by Saint

I’m at the Vida Cafe, love the music they play here…

You’re lucky to have me back actually after my stint in freezing Sutherland this past weekend.

Sutherland is a place in the Northern Cape Karoo region, for those of you who do not know, and it’s the coldest place in South Africa. The lowest recorded temperature was -16.4°C sometime in 2003 and when we were there the temp was close to -5°C!!

For more information on Sutherland in general, click here.

Sutherland has also been of interest to me for ages and I’m really glad I finally got to go there, because of the SALT telescope, the largest in the Southern Hemisphere, a third of which was paid for and is owned by South Africa, did you know that?  I knew we had some hand in it but I never knew we owned it.  We went on a tour that was led by a very interesting man who was clearly a scientist of some kind but who had that gift – unusual for intellectual giants – of being able to make his audience understand complex matters of science and astronomy with complete ease.  I never knew, for example, that all of astronomy that is of any interest to the astronomers is spectroscopy; without which the science of astronomy would be operating literally and metaphorically in the dark.

The tour started at the visitors centre and then we went up to the SALT telescope by car.  Snow was falling by this time, to our immense delight, so we travelled across a deserted, icy cold landscape populated with smaller telescopes dotted here and there.  The feeling was definitely lunar.  All of these telescopes are operated by computer, the smaller ones.

Then we went up to the SALT telescope:

At this stage the temperature was dropping, people!  Sjoe!

This telescope’s mirror is based on a new design, there are 91 pieces of mirror comprising the single Primary Mirror (the thing that looks like a patchwork quilt below):

Apart from the phenomenal ingenuity of the telescope itself (which is based on the design of the famous HET telescope in Texas) one has to admire the engineering that went into the building of the telescope.  Amazing. truly amazing what the human mind can conceive and build!    The reason the mirrors on the Primary mirror look like a patchwork quilt is that some are cleaner than others. They clean them with some regularity but the cleaning job itself can take three days, one whole day to get two pieces of mirror out at a time!  While we were there, two pieces were out for cleaning, so we actually only saw 89 of the 91 mirrors.

[While all this was going on my eye had been caught by a James Spader lookalike, more about him to follow]

Once we left the SALT telescope we walked into a blizzard!  I was so thrilled to be in a blizzard!  It meant more snow was falling than I had ever seen in my life!

haahahaaa most likely my American friends who have had to shovel their cars out of snow laden driveways more times than they can count are phoning around for white-walled places for me to spend some restful time in, but, ja, in Africa when we have seen snow, we’ve seen it already on the ground (in 1981 in some quantity) and never falling.  Well .. that is to say, I’ve never seen it falling…

me in blizzard (all the while plotting how to get this JS fella’s number, I was walking behind him, he’s in pic 1 below here closest to camera):


I had seven layers on!  I was fucking freeeeezing but having the time of my life….

Anyway I decided I couldn’t let the JS lookalike fade out of my hemisphere without at least trying to talk to him. He was with two older men, so in this blizzard I struck up a convo with one of the older men, while JS posed in the snow asking the bloke to take a portrait pic of him.  We managed to insert ourselves firmly into the proceedings cos the older man didn’t understand what he meant by portrait and kept holding the camera the wrong way but I understood he meant the opposite of landscape so I cleared up the matter and got a cute smile from JS for my troubles…..

Long story short, we found out that JS is an organist and music teacher and when I said I’d like to hear him play he told me I was in luck cos he was playing the organ the following morning in St Michael’s church in Observatory, they were doing a Mozart High Mass piece and we were welcome to come.

We did!  and more on that later.

All in all I really enjoyed the Sutherland trip.  On Friday when we arrived in town the skies were low, grey and black and as the night pulled in the place became more and more eerie and mysterious, and of course, increasingly frigid.  We met some people at dinner and they advised us to drive up to the Observatory‘s gate and see some stars, which we did.  On the road there we switched our lights off.  The darkness was a thick heavy blanket and the stars that appeared briefly out of the cloud cover could not be called stars, so dense and many they really struck awe into my heart.  We got out of the car at the gate, the night was pitch, pitch black and  I mean, I run out of adjectives when I try to describe the cold.  Icy, frigid, freezing, none of these words quite cover it .. I’m off to check the Thesaurus…hold on…

Icy gives us this (arctic might be the closest description for the air at the gate that night):

algific, antarctic, arctic, biting, bitter, chill, chilled to the bone, chilling, chilly, cold, freezing, frigid, frigorific, frost-bound, frosty, frozen over, gelid, glacial, glaring, iced, polar, raw, refrigerated, rimy, shivering, shivery, sleeted, smooth as glass

Another thing that struck me about Sutherland was the eeriness I referred to above.  Perfect setting for a film noir thriller….  I think I need to get back there… and write one, or at least a short story.

And did you know the poet N P van Wyk Louw was born there?

here’s his poem Ballade van die Nagtelike Ure:

Ons liefde het uitgeblom

tussen elfuur en kwart oor twee –

hier sit ek onder die dagbreek

half-nugter en verlee

op koel stoeptreetjies êrens

waar ek ‘n blink waterkraan sien

in die ure van die donker dors

tussen twaalfuur en smôrens om tien.

Om elfuur was jou liggaam

die honger en dors in my,

as jou skewe papier-kalot

ver deur die danssaal gly.

Om twaalfuur was jy ‘n ligte brug,

‘n hoë, gevaarlike gang

bo my klein verwildering

tussen pyn en sterwe gehang.

Om eenuur was jou hare

vir my vingers ‘n bose strik,

en jou lyf soos swart stil water

en jou asem soos ‘n snik.

En nou het die môre my

oor die rand van sy glas gemors

op die stoep by die kraan wat blink

in die uur van die donker dors.

Beautiful piece of work – how’s that line: “en jou lyf soos swart stil water..”!  Sjoe!!

well, the entire thing actually took my breath away.  Like the night air in Sutherland.

Reposts about S E X

Published 08/06/2012 by Saint


I’ll be doing a couple of re-posts of some of (maybe all of) my sex blogs from the past. I’m in the middle of a sexual revolution in my own life and head and I want to start actively pursuing sex blogging again.

I do this for my own entertainment but also to teach – if teach is the right word – other people who have sexual hang-ups that their life doesn’t need to be like that and if they just start opening their minds to the idea of sex as a hobby, a game and a place and time of real enjoyment, they’ll probably blow themselves out of their own socks and have a ball doing it.  Here, then, is a repost of my Sex at The Airport Blog.  This actually goes back to around 2002, I think, if not before…


As much as the idea of hot or dirty sex gets me going, so too, does its antithesis.  Once I wrote a piece about pious Muslims banging the crap out of each other in an airport prayer lounge.


I was sitting in the airport and was watching the rather beautiful Muslim women in their traditional dress and thought about how alluring the unseen often is.  When all you can see is the eyes and the main shape is covered, how telling a simple look can be, how beautiful, how hot, how meaningful a glance that is exchanged can be.


I based the entire short work on this idea, of someone being able to turn another person on to levels beyond control, by offering very little, wrapped in very much; and how  the promise of release, of skin on skin – when social dictums insist on severe modesty – becomes so powerfully alluring.


Then by the time the two actually touch lips, they are on the verge of explosion.  By the time he tastes her sweet tongue, she is trembling. By the time a hand touches a breast, a finger pinches a nipple, both are panting.


It was all rather wanton, and very, very hot

Swinging for me – a Re-post of a 2010 blog

Published 05/06/2012 by Saint

I’ve been toying, for some time, with the idea of attending a swingers’ party.  I’m keen on the idea because I am an extremely sensual individual and I love the idea of having sex with several people of both sexes at once, with no strings attached.


In my time I’ve had a number of threesomes, but, as I have explained in other blogs of mine, invariably these experiments led to disaster. In one such experiment, I was working with a woman and we hit it off very sexually, to the extent we would even go into the toilet at work to kiss and grope one another.


We were also staunch drinking partners and drank together whenever we could.  I found her a hell of a turn-on cos she also seemed to have very few mental barriers when it came to sex and I remember having one of the most mind blowing orgasms under her hands, one night past midnight when we were standing kissing in her kitchen with her husband and children asleep.


In time one thing led to another and one night she came to me as I slept on the couch and said her husband had evinced an interest in having a threesome and was I interested. At this stage I had already had a couple of threesomes and I knew the various ways they could go wrong but I reckoned she was pretty broad minded and that we were close enough to make it work, so I agreed. Bad mistake.


the part where she and I were kissing and making love was all fine, the part when her husband started kissing me and making love to me became un-fine though it was not apparent at the time. In fact it only became apparent the next day when things between her and I became distinctly chilly and she more or less accused me of trying to take away her husband by seducing him and showing him things the two of them never did in bed.  I looked at her in a kind of amazed wonder, at the time I was not yet aware of the depths of self-delusion people are capable of. Somehow, in her brain, I had concocted the entire scheme.


Anyway, long story short we parted company thereafter and she tried hard to cling to her marriage and make whatever reparations her husband thought she owed him; they went away into their own little enclave and tried between them to make me feel I had come blundering over the sacred territory of their marriage and fucked things up good and proper.


After that I decided I would NEVER AGAIN have any kind of threesome/foursome or more-some with anyone who was involved with one of the parties, or indeed, with anyone I remotely knew. I have successfuly lived by this credo ever since, and that is why now my adventurous mind wants to turn me in the direction of a swingers’ party where, we can assume, I shall know NO ONE!


I really want to go for it.  Frolicking around in the hot tub with some luscious girls and rolling around with some horny guys under the moonlight – all I can say is BRING IT ON!


Have any of you ever done anything like this? A swingers’ party?


I’m ready!

Hysterical Karaoke – like a David Lynch Movie (Part I) : David Byrne comes to Town

Published 04/06/2012 by Saint

We had the most hysterical time at karaoke on Saturday night, did my sister, Antony and I.  None of us were as much in the mood for going as we should have been but by the time the floor opened we changed our tune rapidly because of the bunch of extremely eccentric types that suddenly materialised.

The dude who opened the singing was the seemingly self styled “Rocking Rick” and he took it upon himself to introduce his songs with a little bit of the history/trivia surrounding the artist, the era, the song meaning etc and he moved around the floor like a latter day Dean Martin, with all the flash moves and charming smiles to the audience which at that time consisted of like, five people, the three of us included.  He was very amusing.  Good voice but very amusing.

The next chap who caught our attention was this fella, who looked like the Tableview version of David Byrne from Talking Heads (he insisted on these pink sunglasses which he wore all night long):



HYSTERICAL!  HE WAS EVEN MORE HILARIOUS COS HE TOOK HIMSELF AND HIS MUSIC VERY SERIOUSLY.. (SORRY FOR CAPS)… He spent absolute ages poring over the files choosing his songs but at the end of it all I think we only heard him sing “You”ve Lost that Loving Feeling”   and Suspicious Minds, both of which he did in a way that had the three of us rolling around….

I forgot!! My sister recorded him!! he had this way of saying BABY in the “You’ve lost that loving feeling” song that had us roaring with laughter…  WordPress not allowing an upload but if I get it right you”ll hose yourself too and you”ll hear us in the background singing “BEBE BEBE” with him…. Might have to upload to FB instead…

I went to get the file from him and got embroiled in a conversation I couldn’t make head or tail of – felt like I’d consumed the better part of a bottle of brandy cos I couldn’t even begin to understand what he was driving at – seemingly he was saying the music was not what we expected, dunno if he meant in the files or on the floor, or the singers, or what… I just nodded  and smiled fondly at him and said Pardon a lot and then retreated clutching the file….

He had a sister who looked just like him except that she never had a smidgeon of his sartorial elegance and was dressed in pants and a pink top and looked like she’d just come out of the nearest bus stop or shelter under a bridge somewhere and she seemed to be his biggest fan… she was quite something in her own right…

Honestly, we felt like we’d had some acid dropped on us, the night was too much. I cant even go into the other people yet cos just playing the video of this bloke has my sister and I rolling around again.

Part II to follow…..

a scream!! really!!