It’s winter time (as if you hadn’t noticed) and that means there are a cornucopia of tasty treats lying around…tempting you….to add to the waistline. But it doesn’t HAVE to be that way.

One of our members recently asked us: “I wonder if most women enjoy receiving oral sex?” We’ve heard your question and we have an answer!

What? The world isn’t flat? Well guess what I heard over the weekend. The Moon is NOT made of cheese NOR is there such a thing as Santa Claus apparently.

So it’s almost Halloween and you’re wondering just what tastefully sinful thing will you be doing to celibate. Just you stop worrying your pretty head about it because we’re here for you.

(due to the medical nature of the story, as well as privacy issues, names will not be included)

True story:

It was the summer of 1999 and I was an EMT with the Naval Hospital in Lemoore, California when we received a call for an emergency at a residence on base calling to report a “horrible accident” and to expedite our arrival. We had no idea what to expect. That’s part of the job. But this…went a little past my experiences.

In a relationship?  Check. Have sex often? Eh..semi-check. Is the sex amazing? Hmm…no check.

Horace Greasley was a 20-year-old Czechoslovakian barber when Hitler invaded Poland September 1^st, 1939 and he was forced to enlist in the army. Apparently cutting hair didn’t translate to trench warfare skills since Horace was taken prisoner on his first mission and sent to a POW camp in Poland.

No, despite the title you won’t hear the audio track for a Vivid Special.  (Not this time at least) This post has a little more thought and creativity to it! And after you listen to a few of these you’ll see why. Now let me set it up for you…..

(This post is jet settingly sponsored by the wonderful erotic photography of M-U-S-E)

Let me guess, you’re looking at your “Fun-Packed Calendar” for the year aaaand what do you see?

- Celtic Fest in the spring? Other than hot guys in kilts…not so great.
– State Fair in June? Drunk locals in bib overalls. Eh..
– Alright, how about the Renaissance Fair in the fall? Corsets & Corn Dogs. Alright, fun but not overly scintillating when the town fool begs you for money with the threat of public humiliation.

And now, for the third and final installment of “Mea Culpa”

(This sinfully erotic tale is sponsored by Beautiful Agony)

Inhaling deeply, his lungs filling with her aroma,  a camphor to his wounded soul. As he exhaled he felt the balm of her scent seeping into himself, soothing the angst and confusion felt from both a lifetime of want as well as the last hour of agony spent with her here.