Everybody Has One

Like cabinet knobs in a home improvement store, anuses come in an amazing variety. Much of our lives they stay hidden, even when we’re naked, out of sight out of mind.

See the The Ninth Gate … Our Naughty Erogenous Zone.

Many people see an anus as a necessary evil, a taboo part of the human body that has no place in conversations or intimate human interaction. For others the anus is a natural wonder, a source of irresistible mystery, an erotic temptation that should play a role in every intimate encounter. They see the anus as a source of pleasure and visual delight.

Due to its close proximity, your anus adds an intriguing dimension to your genitals. It makes that area of your body a little naughtier, therefore a little more compelling given the directives of human nature. With a partner, you wonder what it’s like to touch it, to push your finger through it, to look at it closer, to taste it. If you’re a man, you wonder what it’s like to fuck him or her there.

Unless your cheeks are prone to yaw open when you bend over, it takes some effort to expose your anus. You can lie on your back and draw your legs up, or you can squat, but still you may have to do a little cheek spreading. Can you think of anything more intimate?

It also takes an effort to keep your anus clean and smelling agreeable (agreeable being in the nostrils of the beholder). After a trip to the toilet you’re likely to suffer a condition that no one would find agreeable, that is unless you live in Europe or another country where people use bidets.

Many Americans have never seen one. For them anal hygiene begins and ends with a few swipes with tissue. Our culture simply hasn’t been introduced to better ways to keep our anuses clean. In the illustration, the nozzle at the bottom of the bidet will squirt water on the woman’s anus when she turns it on. She’ll then pull up her panties and walk out of the restroom fresh as a daisy.

Interested in knowing more?

Perhaps you’re not interested because of the cost of installing a bidet, or maybe you don’t have room. No problem. The picture above is my bathroom. For forty dollars I added a bidet from Amazon to my toilet. It is unobtrusive, works like a charm and got hundreds of glowing reviews from people that will never again suffer a tainted anus.

Take a look at the variety of bidets on Amazon here.

Here is a closer view. It comes with all the necessary parts and is easily installed by anyone in twenty minutes. Under the lid, a nozzle with a deadly accurate aim discreetly protrudes downward at the back of the bowl. The jet of water is turned on and controlled by the dial at the left of the picture. I’m not sure how I ever lived without it.

If you didn’t click the Amazon link and order your bidet, the very least you can do is pick up a package of wet wipes and put it next to your toilet. They are very effective after an initial use of tissue. There are several brands and they are available at any supermarket. Europeans aren’t the only ones on the planet that should have fresh clean anuses.

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The Small Side of Average … The Series

It’s a matter of proportion and symmetry. It’s a question of what’s practical and what isn’t. It involves applications that are more sublime than challenging. It has to do with aesthetics and perspectives. Whether you think it should or not, it can affect a man’s self-esteem. Though it stays hidden from the eyes of those around him, a man’s penis is a part of his body that defines his identity.

Take a look at the poll. It’s close to a draw. About half the male respondents say penis size doesn’t matter or they prefer a small size. A little higher ratio of the female respondents prefer a larger size, which stands to reason given their physical architecture. This tells me that any man with a smaller size can walk proudly on a nude beach or in a locker room.

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Out in the sun without his clothes. He’s not hung like a stallion, nor is he concerned about the size of his penis. He’s simply enjoying being naked. Makes you wonder why days like this aren’t part of all of our lives.

What does he think about when he looks at himself in the mirror? What does he see? Does he think his penis is too small, wish he had a bigger one? Or does he like himself the way he is? Does he worry about what his new girlfriend or boyfriend will think when they first see him naked? Or is he confident they will marvel at his body as he most certainly will theirs?

So beauty, masculinity and sex appeal lie in the eye of the beholder. Since nearly half of the human population, according to the poll, finds men with smaller penises more sexually desirable, we can put aside the notion of “size matters”. Perhaps it does, but only for some. So if you look like the guys in this series, rest assured you can get naked with someone and enjoy your body.

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Certain Things Come Naturally

A different angle on understanding body acceptance, human sexuality and bisexual men.

Suppose you start with a clean slate. Suppose our many religions never got into the anti-sex business. Suppose it wouldn’t occur to us to tell young boys their penises are naughty and should always be covered. Wash away all the lifelong indoctrinations, the prejudices and the nurtured guilt. You would have a society where men could feel good about their own thoughts and see the world through a natural prism.

Such societies do exist, though they exist in the world’s remotest jungles. These people haven’t been taught to be ashamed of their bodies. They live their lives without clothes. I wonder how they perceive same-sex attractions. Not that I see these primitive worlds as dreamy Utopias. Who would want to give up electric lights and the Internet? I’m saying if we’re not taught that certain things come naturally, such as body acceptance and diversity in human sexuality, we could live our lives naturally. We could take off all our clothes at public beaches, play in the surf naked, enjoy our bodies with all their unique nuances, and the bodies of others without guilt or shame.

Men would not be frowned upon, mocked or threatened for thoughts that come to them naturally. The inherent desire for an intimate relationship with other men found in the majority of us would not be suppressed, or denied, or condemned. No, I don’t believe most men would be out pursuing intimacy with other men. Most would still be pursuing women. They would still have a desire to spend their lives with a woman, make a home and have children. But since their minds have been cleansed of the ancient and tiresome dogmas, certain circumstances bring on thoughts and ideas.

Two guys, coworkers, plan a camping weekend together, for example. They end up finding a spot in a seclude cove. They’ve been fishing all morning. It’s gotten hot so they decide to go for a swim. Off comes their clothes and they dive into the water, splash around and engage in a little horseplay. Neither has ever had a same-sex experience, nor have they sought one; yet the nudity, the close proximity, the inadvertent touching where they’ve never touched or been touched before becomes the catalyst for two erections. Certain curiosities evolve in their minds. Camaraderie and laughter turns into thoughtful gazes. Each realizes that he finds the other attractive, for a man that is. “Have you ever …” one asks the other, which opens the door for a little mutual exploring. Before day’s end, a friendship has reached a new level.

To carry the example a little further: as the weekend draws to a close, both men go home to their wives. Typically, based on testimonial I’ve read, these men returned to home with a heightened appreciation for their wives, a rekindled awareness of how much they love the women they married, yet they feel somewhat different about themselves, more rounded, more connected to life. It was a weekend a new memory was born, a weekend that brought Continue reading

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A Work of Art

Jean Delville was born in Louvain in 1867 and died in 1953. Delville considered art to play a key role in uplifting people from their blindness. He saw true artists as initiates who would present images which would teach and transform human nature. It is believed that Delville saw artists as priests and prophets.
The School of Plato, 1898

A beautiful work of art, no one could deny that. But is it also a statement?

Most of us have certain religious or spiritual beliefs. What many do not consider is that some of those beliefs are rooted in perspectives that were conceived in the minds of autocrats many centuries ago. We don’t think about what has been left out of the Bible, or what may have been altered to fit the dogma of those autocrats. That dogma included the notion that the human body, and intimate male interaction, was shameful.

Perhaps it’s time to contemplate a new perspective. Did Jesus see things differently from what we’ve been led to believe? I, for one, like to think so. The human body, in this case the male, is nothing short of miraculous creation. Is it possible Jesus saw it the same way, that He believed the body should be enjoyed and celebrated?

Here are closer views of the detail in Delville’s painting:

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Two Wives and Two Husbands

Married shortly after college, the two couples had been best friends for ten years. They had given birth to their children and had established their careers. The wives shopped together and took theirs kids to soccer games. The husbands worked out together three times a week at the gym. All four of them vacationed together every summer. All these years later, their marriages could be described with a yawn.

Can the monotony of her daily routines bring a wife to wits end? Can a husband’s desperation for adventure take him over the edge? As they walked into the rented beach house on the Florida coast to begin their summer vacation, it was Brad that had come to a breaking point. Overwhelmed by a sudden impulse, he decided the four of them needed a little excitement, to do something daring and different, to risk his marriage by doing something so shocking that his wife and two best friends would be forced to deal with their secrets.

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A Man From Peru

EdgarThere are men from all around the world that seem to think with one mind, men that are at home in their own bodies, men that acknowledge an appreciation of the male form and are receptive to the diversity of male sexuality. They are men that recognize the essential elements of life. Edgar is one of them. He is a 53 year old naturist from Peru.

I asked Edgar what motivates him to take nude pictures of himself.

I have been a naturist since early youth.  I go by the motto “Experience the grace of living beyond indoctrination and prejudice, acting upon your own good natured conscience ”, “Say YES to yourself and the wholesome beautiful body God gave you” Naturists have a sensory appreciation for the world around them. Peru obviously offers up an amazing world of wonder. Naturists have discovered that such a world is best enjoyed unencumbered by clothes. They know the refreshing feel of warm air and sunshine on their skin. In a social setting, they can enjoy the visual gifts of Mother Nature and also each other.

For Edgar it includes an appreciation for the male form, actually the human form in general.

“I believe the human form is neither immoral nor inappropriate and endorse the culture of positive body acceptance.  All parts of the body are just natural and should not be treated as anything that should be hidden.”

Though Edgar is essentially straight, he also feels an attraction to men. He has had one or two intimate encounters with other men during his lifetime. With a man or a woman, he wouldn’t want to be involved just for sex, preferring both an emotional and physical connection. His fantasies include group sex, having two sex partners and being given oral sex by a passionate transgender female. He currently has two girlfriends/lovers.

Naturally Edgar enjoys nude beaches. He is also a member of a nudist resort. Nudism is not meant to be a sexual endeavor, but it is a sensual one. As such, Edgar likes to look at nude men and women, and be looked at by them, which are sentiments most nudist have. And why not? Interacting with others is one of life’s great enjoyments; why not expand the parameters by doing so naked?

In Edgar’s book penis size doesn’t matter. He says a guy’s size usually fits the bearer. As for his Continue reading

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The Girl in Greenwich Village

I’m currently working on a collection of erotic short stories, one called The Girl in Greenwich Village, which I have posted the first draft here. It’s about a man that falls desperately in love from afar with the girl next door, a girl who is self-conscious about her protruding labia that he has become obsessed with and watches every night through her window. The story is for anyone who enjoys erotic stories, but it’s especially for young women that feel abnormal because of their labia size.

protruding labiaThe Girl in Greenwich Village

 Her apartment is directly across the alley from mine, fourth floor. Hers is a tiny one room flat: a bathroom, a fold-down bed, a corner kitchette with a small stove near the window I’m looking through. Mine, somewhat bigger, has three rooms. I’m in my living room, sitting where I sit every night, falling in love all over again.

Her blinds are never closed. It must not occur to her that someone may be staring in her window, like she is living in her own private world free to enjoy being home alone without wearing clothes. I have watched her every night from the first night I moved in, captivated, enchanted, building a world in my mind where she and I fall in love. I have thought of little else since. When it’s dark outside, with my lights off, I can see everything she does in her room. The first night I saw her, she was walking out of her bathroom, still wet from taking a shower.

protruding labiaForgetting the boxes I still had to unpack, I pulled a chair close to the window and stared as she patted her body dry with a towel. Time ceased to exist. Everything else in my mind evaporated. It must have been that very night that I fell in love with her, became obsessed, began creating fanciful scenarios of the two of us together, both of us naked, perhaps talking about our day, or maybe watching a movie, just the two of us being comfortable together without the inhibitions of the everyday world.

She is of Asian descent. Her olive color body has possessed me from the first moment I saw her, the color of her skin, her stature and mannerisms, her long willowy legs, her soft feminine curves. Just by looking at her I know she and I are one, like counterparts though we’ve never met, walking the same path with the same hopes and dreams, as if destiny has already written our future.

protruding labiaSlightly above average height, her olive color skin perfectly matches her short dark brown hair. Her delicate shoulders compliment her narrow waist, flat belly and long willowy legs. Her protruding pelvic bones give her a sculptured look. The dramatic flare of her hips draws attention to her fleshy round buttocks. As I watch her each night, I feel her soft smooth skin on the palms of my hands, supple, warm and receptive. We take walks together in Central park. We take cross-country drives. We walk hand-in-hand along desert beaches.

Her female features are unlike any I have ever seem, irresistible female embellishments, uncommon, unique, tantalizing beyond any I have ever imagined. Her large brown nipples are upturned and appear to be perpetually swollen, like dark amplified peaks that crown the summits of her small breasts. I see myself sucking them, pinching and pulling them, watching her squirm and listening to her squeals.

protruding labiaBetween her legs she has the most uncommon, yet captivating female characteristics I’ve ever seen. Rather than the puffy, nondescript slit one expects to see hidden in a triangle of hair, her pussy is a prominent mound, smooth shaven, enhanced by protruding inner labia that hang between her legs like a succulent pair of dark fleshy butterfly wings. I long to taste them and make them swell. I long to part them with my fingers and reveal the female mysteries that promise to take me to the center of the Universe. I long to feel their wrinkly texture with my tongue as I suck them and pull them with my teeth, and make her writhe with ecstasy. I long to feel them sliding along the shaft of my penis as I penetrate her.

protruding labiaI have lost myself in her. My days are spent contemplating my return to the chair in front of my window, where I watch her until she turns out her light. She is the magic in my erections, the object of my climaxes and my dreams, the source of my destiny. I imagine the smell her skin after a day’s work, the girlish sweat of her underarms, the tart odors between the fleshy rounds of her buttocks, the musk of womanhood between her legs, damp and fragrant.

I’m married to her. I’m with her every night. I think about her at work, on the train home, lying in bed at night, when I masturbate during my morning shower. She’s in my thoughts, my dreams, my every waking moment. I have followed her to work, watched her look at dresses at Macy’s, watched her eat a sandwich at the deli down the street. I’ve watched her prepare her dinner, make her bed, read a book in the square across the street. I’ve watched her rub her pussy when she takes off her panties, like a man does to adjust his genitals when he takes off his underwear, but she is doing it so that her beautiful labia hang freely.

protruding labiaForemost in my daydreams is the day we meet.  When? How? How will I go about introducing myself? What will I say? Will she know I’m in love with her the moment our eyes connect? Has she ever noticed me watching her from my window? Will she be glad we have finally met? Will recognize her destiny with me as I have found my destiny with her. Or will she think I’m strange, the man she has seen in the shadows, a hopelessly sad voyeur?

It’s Saturday morning. I awaken to the city noises on the street, detect the faint smell of semen that I have left on the sheets. The girl was in my thoughts as I fell asleep, as I masturbated, breathing the scent of her exposed secrets, secrets only she and I share. I twist my legs off the bed and head for the window, my erection bobbing before me.

protruding labiaStanding in the shadows of my living room, I see her having breakfast at the table, same chair where she always sits, a bowl of cereal it seems. I watch how she brings the spoon to her mouth, leaning forward a bit to skim the pages of an open magazine just beyond the bowl. How beautiful she is in the morning light, her naked body like caramel cream in the soft light, her legs slightly parted under the table, her small breasts with their glorious nipples dropping slightly as she leans forward to turn another page. Continue reading

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A Study of a Beautiful Man

There are many different perceptions of what a beautiful man is. Just now you may be thinking your definition of a beautiful man looks like the man pictured above. His name is JD. He is 36. At home in Tennessee, he keeps his body smooth and he spends time in the gym. You may be imagining yourself with him in some secluded place, both of you naked, looking at  and exploring each other with abandon. Those are the kinds of thoughts inspired by a beautiful man.

JD is in a relationship with a lady, though it might have been a guy if the right one had come his way. There has been only one occasion in his life where he experienced intimacy with another man. The guy was a stranger. They were in a car with their pants down, both masturbating, a scenario JD found quite exciting. His climax came quickly.

There was a time JD was self-conscious about the size of his penis, a time that has long since passed. Though he is now content with what Mother Nature has given him, he also believes size matters, somewhat that is. For example, he says there is such a thing as too big. Then again there is so much more to sex than penis size. He says: “I’m more attracted to a nice shaped penis, but I do admit a fascination with a big penis. A large flaccid penis hanging between a mans legs is a major turn on , but its all good.”

It doesn’t bother JD if a woman says she prefers a large penis, he’s not threatened by it at all. In fact he has asked some of his past girlfriends to tease him about being small, finding it even more of a turn-on if she happens to prefer big penises. Nevertheless, JD is proud of what he has. When he gets a chance to visit a nude beach, he intends to show it off. I asked JD what motivates him to take nude pictures and if he shares them with anyone:

“I think growing up I never was really comfortable with my body. Taking nude pictures lets me judge myself and see the results of my hard work, and it makes me feel sexy. I share them with a few close friends and select web sites.”

Like most of us, JD is tempted to look at other men in the locker room. For him, smooth, in shape guys are a plus. On the street he will sometimes check out a guys crotch to see if there is a bulge and wonder what his penis looks like, cut uncut, size, shape, etc. He also wonders if they are bigger than him. (Is there a man alive that doesn’t do this?)

JD has a fantasy about anal sex. He would like to be penetrated by another man. His only experience to date is experimenting a little when he masturbates. He used his first vibrator Continue reading

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