The Secretive Slut

Thanks V+R!

2012-01-23T10:05:00.000-08:00

No doubt we have mostly faded, but it is so nice to read that we have inspired at least one great couple! Look how far you guys have gone!

So very flattered and grateful!

Toy Review: "Lil Pearl Pleasure Sleeve"

2011-03-03T19:23:00.000-08:00

Cane and I are always up for trying new things... so, when TheirToys.com offered to send us a "toy" of our choosing to review, we said, "Why not?!"

We chose something on the cheaper end of the spectrum. It's always nice to discover sex toys and accessories that don't cost a fortune (sure, glass dildos and Liberation ramps are lovely ... but most of us don't have hundreds of dollars to spend on these things). Enter our choice ... the "Lil' Pearl Pleasure Sleeve."

Seemed simple enough. Cane puts it on his cock, and then it's business as usual ... except that the packaging promised that the "pleasure bumps" would stimulate me beyond the "usual." It is also made of 100% silicone, which means it contains no toxins, nor is it porous (materials that are can house bacteria despite cleaning).

Cane already leaves my pussy dripping and pleased, so surely this would take it to the next level? And it seemed like the tightness of the device would even act as a sort of cock ring for him--after all, it had a bit of a vice-like grip on his appendage. He admitted it was uncomfortable a bit at first, but "in a good way..."; it was VERY tight on him!

Now to the entry. I braced myself, curious to see if the pleasure bumps really made a difference in addition to a little more girth than I am currently used to. Beyond feeling a couple of the nubs pressing against the point of entry at every re-entrance, there weren't really any fireworks. One of the bumps continuously grated against my opening, and it felt good in that odd sort of friction one feels against rubber when one is only used to skin on skin. (yes, we did use an ample amount of lube).

We went all the way to climax still using it, but both of us agreed that it wasn't what we expected, but that really isn't bad...and even though it was given to us complimentary, the price is still spot-on! I'm actually curious about some of their other penis sleeves... but a girl's got to admit, nothin' can beat a plain 'ol cock!

Thanks to TheirToys.com for letting us try it out! I think I have some shopping to do!

Advice: Pussy & Complications

2011-01-25T08:45:00.000-08:00

"i would like to tell you about a man that can eat some good damn pussy and can make love the best i have had in 29 yrs... OMG i would have loved to meet him 29 yrs ago. i just hope that he wants to make me his soon..... it's complicated and i just want to get past this point.... what do you do when there is another woman involved.... we've wanted each other for many years... please tell me what to do.... i think i LOVE him."

First off, my sympathies that you are now only experiencing great oral sex in your life. Better late than never, eh? But more importantly, what to do? However, there is too little information here:

How long has this affair been going on? Is the other woman his wife? Do they have children? Does his wife know about you? Do they have an open-relationship? What has he told you to lead you to hope that "he wants to make you his..."

Listen, you obviously have feelings that run deeper than flesh. But the torrid nature of your relationship with him can potentially be misleading. The blatant fact is, no matter how well you think you know him... you do not have a normal, grounded, basic relationship with this man because he is leading a (most likely) dishonest life. And that does not lay a good foundation for you two for any future you may have with him.

Right now, everything is heightened,secretive... fun. And while that might be exciting...sneaking off with him, slipping into the shadows to have mind-blowing sex, only to leave separately, panging with anticipation when it will happen again....

During these heightened-aspects, he's a great guy; sweet, passionate, attentive. You have no idea what he's like day in/out, or what will happen when sex becomes routine. Will the fire maintain? Or will he go looking for new thrills on the side, like it seems he might be doing with you?

Again, I have to little information to make a solid assessment. But your query does pose one all-encompassing question that you must ask yourself: how do you like being the other woman?

Because that what you are. No matter how loveless the relationship may be with his gf/wife... right now, and for an indefinite future, he's keeping you as his other woman.

Right now, he's buying your pride with orgasms and delivering nothing else. I hope they're as good as you say.

Jez, when you cuckold or MMF with Cane, do you plan on asking a friend or finding a stranger?

2011-01-25T08:43:00.001-08:00

Christ, never a friend. Evveeer. First of all, even IF any of them were remotely attractive, the weirdness factor post-romp would be too much to handle. Secondly, see first half of previous sentence. Which leaves the question, where would we even start??

What do you want to know?

Getting Comfortable With Fantasies

2011-01-25T08:31:00.000-08:00

I find it fascinating to hear people talk about relationships ... and how love fades and excitement wanes. "You have to keep working at it" is advice frequently tossed around, and though I see the value in the lesson, I find the delivery outright depressing. Ever since I first realized I was in love with Cain, I couldn't imagine not being giddy about him. Familiarity hasn't brought boredom ... instead it's brought greater security and confidence in US. There isn't a single thing I'm afraid to talk to him about, suggest or confess. If butterflies flee in wake of such bonding and closeness ... well, I can live without the butterflies. I don't think I could live without the level I've achieved with Cain--or the safety I feel in being my complete self.

Yeah, yeah, yeah ... I'm probably boring half of you and annoying the crap out of the rest. Love is great, love is grand ... blah, blah, blah. I'm annoying myself. But I have a point to make here.

On a recent excursion to the a "toy" store, I was amused that my very forthright Cane got shy and embarrassed when I would walk over to him with a dildo in my hands. I didn't think twice about it. I am secure with him and I know he's secure with me. I just forgot that his security is WITH ME and not with the rest of the world. He wasn't so keen on a bunch of strangers witnessing our assessment of potential purchases (especially when I was asking "do you think you'd enjoy this in your ass?"). He completely weirded out and I felt badly about it. I started to feel a little rejected ... that is, until I thought about the fact that I am blessed with his confidence and willingness to share such a private side of himself with me. I appreciate that. I'm grateful for it. And I doubt I'd be so cocky (pun intended) about juggling dildos in a sex shop if the man I adore and feel so secure with wasn't with me.

I think this is why I find my comfort with certain fantasies has increased with time. You know what I mean ... there are those things that turn us on in our heads ... and then there are the things we actually are willing to talk about or do in real life. I think its a sad (but true) reality in this world that many couples are most terrified of sharing their fantasies and desire with each other. Many women are scared to death of coming off like a "slut" to their men ... and many men are terrified of weirding out their ladies, or even more scared of revealing things that might make them "seem gay." It's rather tragic that people wind up hiding so much of themselves from the ones they should be the most comfortable with ... and this is why I find myself grateful for the openness I have with Cain.

He can talk about sharing me with another guy ... or watching me with another guy ... and it doesn't make me afraid he doesn't love me. It doesn't make me question his commitment. I'm not afraid he's gay because he gets rip-roaring hard at the idea of a threesome with another guy. I get turned on watching him get turned on. These fantasies have merged with mine in such a way that I feel ownership of them. Last weeks' video had me soaking wet. I kept thinking the entire time about how hot it would be to give Cain what he wants ... and to be right there with him.

So, this girl is an advocate of relationships that have grown and become stable and butterfly free. You might love the excitement of new love ... but I prefer the kind you can look right in the eye and ask, "Can I stick this in your ass?" That's real love right there and it's a happiness no money will ever be able to buy.

Web-Vid Wednesday

2011-01-05T22:09:00.000-08:00

Already off to a great start by posting late...but hey...

Click here! (but come back!)

Jez says: When Cane sent me a link to this video, he told me the "prologue" was worth the price of admission alone. He was right. Watch the first minute. Just listening to this chick compare her first DP to “flying” made my day. I think she was serious. And as ridiculous as her attempt at a poetic metaphor might be, I was so wet by the time the video ended that all I could do was pounce Cane immediately. Sorry, Cane ... I don't think you minded.

There is definitely something awesome about seeing someone NOT filter their responses to a sex act. I think most anyone is tempted to do it when on camera ... refrain from a genuine O-face (because we look like we're having a seizure) or try to make sure we are only sounding and looking sexy, etc. It's normal to be a little self aware, I guess ... but its really hot to watch this girl let it all go. Her face conveys every internal reaction to each touch, push, thrust, caress and motion. I was worried she was having a stroke at one point. But the beauty of that is how you KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that it feels amazing. And by the time its over, you kind of want to know what it feels like to "fly" like that too. (Yeah ... I tried to use the metaphor as a joke ... but it still sounds unbelievably hilarious to compare a DP to flying)

Bonus points for the fact that they left her panties on (always turns me on) and the way the one guy pulled her hair. This scenario is one of Cane's favorite fantasies ... and if this is his strategy for making it a reality, then he's done well.

Cane says: First off, where can I get that chair-- the one they use in the beginning when split-roasting her (such a crass term, yet so apt)... that chair seems like it was made exactly for what it’s being used for in this scenario. Genius. Secondly, like Jez said... the prologue is f-ing amazing, comparing the child wonder of symbolically flying, to getting her first DP: “... watch me fly!” But you know what... she’s genuine. She’s truly excited about it... and by her expressions, truly overwhelmed when it finally happens. “ I never knew...I never knew... I never knew...” she utters, referring, of course, to the feeling of two cocks in her at once, completely exhausted after her 3rd orgasm, while the guys continue to pound away.

There is something so deliciously dirty about DP that captures my sexual imagination... something I could never experience, yet sympathetically wish it upon and am excited about it for women... Jez namely. To me it’s the ultimate sex act, perhaps only trumped by the “Airtight”, which is a DP, plus a 3rd cock in the woman’s mouth. But then you’re getting into heavy group/gang-bang stuff, which is fine, but next level shit-- funny I call that “next level”, but keep DP in perspective like it’s “above average”, but still within a certain realm of reasonability. HA! My Catholic parents would turn over in their graves. If they were dead. Or still Catholic.

Happy Sexy 2011

2011-01-04T15:59:00.000-08:00

Before we delve into it... sidenote-- can you believe it’s friggin’ 2011?? I mean, that just sounds so future-y. Granted, I was...uh... only just born in 1993 (it’s the truth), but still it seems like 2011 was supposed to be some distant, science-fiction dystopian future, where we had flying cars, were unknowingly fed the reprocessed bodies of our dead, and the entirety of Earth’s population is dressed in identical metallic/reflective jump-suits. That, or the zombie-epidemic forces the surviving 1% of Earth’s population to band together into small, spread-out pockets in a vain hope of restarting civilization whilst traversing ruined cities, fending off marauding biker gangs and the undead..... all the while morale slowly drains amongst them which then quickly spirals into the group turning on themselves....

....but instead, in 2011, we just have these:

.... I guess they’ll hold me over until we invent warp-drives.... just so long as you don’t wear your Bluetooth headset anywhere else besides INSIDE your car. Seriously people... don’t be “that guy”. You’re not cool. Wearing one in public will not make girls turn, swoon, then fall on their knees and blow you right in front of Cinnabon. Motto for 2011: Keep It In the Car.

But I digress.

So once again, HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you all spent it like we did (below). Note, I did not mean to infer that is actually us. That’s my sister Tina... “the crazy one”. Pictured is her “midnight kiss”. She had just met that guy, like 10 seconds before midnight. She’s very forward, I know... but that’s why we call her “Crazy Tina”.

...Ok, that’s not Tina. I don’t even have a sister named Tina. But whoever that is, that’s one great way to ring in the new year.

So, where have we been and what the hell happened?....

Well, darlings, life happened, as it has been ever since I was born (back in 1993). And turns out “living” actually means having to pay people in Washington, whom I’ll never see or meet, pretty much all of the money I make annually. Cane, too. And since they want more money every year, we have to work longer and harder... and then suddenly, we haven’t posted in 9 months.

Indeed, I wish we could regale you with stories of torrid group-sex, midnight strangers in my bed while Cane listened in the other room, orgy-binges, bi-sexual encounters, rampant DP’s, and cream-pies all around....but alas, there was nary a dildo to be had---- in any hole, Cane’s or mine. Truth is, we turned into boring, exhausted adults, coupled with boring vanilla sex. Well, boring to YOU loyal readers, but not to us :-)

We started this blog as a tool to improve our communication about our sexual desires and fantasies... and to hopefully realize a few, and at the very least, vet them all, if only for cathartic means.

...but reading and talking all the time is bor-ing!! We do have an audience: over 200k site hits and #76 in Top 100 sex-bloggers of 2010!!! (not sure how official that poll or ranking is, but we’ll take it graciously!).... and that audience (aka, you guys) needs to be carnally sated...

So, this year our motivation is YOU... our loyal readers; we don’t want to let you down, so along with our usual featured installments, editorials, pictures, videos, and observations..... we want you to come along as we pioneer territories still unknown to us... that is to say, our darkest fantasies we have still yet to realize. Yes, we are actually going to gather up the courage and DO THESE (well, at least some) while we’re still young, relatively attractive, and the siege with gravity is not yet lost.

What are these fantasies? Some we’ve talked about, some we haven’t. I’m sure you can guess a few, and I’m sure you have no idea what you’re in store for... but you’ll be along for the ride.

I can’t promise you all 52 weeks of 2011 are going to be jammed packed with ample content.... remember life is still kicking our asses daily... but we can promise you we are back... and it should be one hell of a year!

So, as always, stay tuned kiddies....

... and until then, here are some fine fuckin’ pictures (literally!) of yours truly and the man of her life.

All rights, “The Secretive Slut” 2011.

...and for fuck’s sake, if you’re going to repost these, do us the courtesy of linking back to our blog. xxox!!

She Returns...

2011-01-03T23:29:00.000-08:00

Guess who, darlings? Yes, that's me. And I'm back.

Stay tuned...

Do you watch porn? If so, what do you watch?

2010-09-29T20:23:00.001-07:00

More than anything we CRAVE watching attractive people fuck. No, not talking about uber-models, but jesus christ, just any guy who is moderately in shape, not greasy and gross, and any woman who isn't bleach-blonde, fake-titted, and looks like she's been on meth for years!

What do you want to know?

When are you going to post something new?

2010-09-29T20:22:00.001-07:00

Oy! I know, I'm so sorry. Hopefully soon, though!

What do you want to know?

do you cuckle him?

2010-09-29T20:21:00.003-07:00

He wishes!

What do you want to know?

Have you ever queefed while cane had his face buried up in there?

2010-09-29T20:21:00.001-07:00

HAHAHAHAHA! Not sure if this is serious or not, but this is freakin' hilarious. Answer is no, but still funny!

What do you want to know?

I think your photos are amazingly artistic. What is your favorite place to fuck?

2010-09-09T20:21:00.001-07:00

Hey thanks! We try. Hating to sound vanilla, but favorite place to fuck is the bed... as we can drift off comfortably while enjoying the orgasm after-glow. Nothing beats the after-sex nap. Nothing.

What do you want to know?

Cane: What does your partner's vaginal juices taste like?

2010-09-09T20:20:00.001-07:00

Rich and creamy, my man!

What do you want to know?

Are you a teaser?

2010-09-09T20:19:00.001-07:00

No. I bare it all.
http://thesecretiveslut.blogspot.com/2010/01/ass-wrap.html

What do you want to know?

What qualities would the ideal man for a threesome with you and cane have?

2010-09-09T20:18:00.005-07:00

Great question. Look for future post.

What do you want to know?

What do you think of penis that are not completely straight?

2010-09-09T20:18:00.003-07:00

Will it still work? PS: no man's penis is completely straight; all have some degree of curve. Some more than others.

What do you want to know?

What kind of bras and panties do you have?

2010-09-09T20:18:00.001-07:00

I think V.C. is the standard, go-to for any gal. But since I'm naked so much, not really worth it to spring for La Perla

What do you want to know?

What nationalies are you and Cane?

2010-09-09T20:16:00.001-07:00

We're both from Earth.

What do you want to know?

What does cane's semen taste like?

2010-09-06T12:25:00.001-07:00

Did you ever see the scene in the original Charlie & the Chocolate Factory where they first enter the willy wonka chocolate waterfall room? It tastes like that looks.

What do you want to know?

How long will I have to wait to see the picture I requested?

2010-09-06T12:13:00.001-07:00

Have a little patience. We are real people with real lives and obligations. As soon as we have time alone we plan on taking care of business.

What do you want to know?

Are you good at giving blowjobs?

2010-09-06T12:12:00.001-07:00

It would be tragic if I wasn't. Blowjobs are Cane's favorite thing in the world. I'm extremely talented--and LOVE giving them. Nothing gets me wetter than having a cock in my mouth.

What do you want to know?

What do you think of when you masturbate? Other than having sex with cane.

2010-09-06T12:10:00.001-07:00

I wrote about this a little while ago. Cane's fantasy has become my own. The idea of him giving me to someone else and watching me get fucked and violated. I feel powerless and utterly turned on.

What do you want to know?

Have your neighbors ever complained of the noise coming from your house?

2010-09-06T11:33:00.001-07:00

More like we get funny looks and stifled giggles from a few neighbors. I don't blame them. The way I scream, I'd be thinking about it when I saw me on the street, too.

What do you want to know?

How many dildo's do you have?

2010-09-06T11:32:00.003-07:00

Three.

What do you want to know?

Would you have sex on the first date? The first time you have sex with a special someone, do you think it should be rough or slow and romantic?

2010-09-06T11:32:00.001-07:00

I don't really think there is a way to generalize an answer to this question. I was never typically the girl to have sex on the first date, but a lot of that was based on my upbringing and being conditioned to think that this would always be perceived as "undesirable" by men who were relationship material. However, when I met Cane we basically fell into bed before we even went on our first official date. I was drawn to him and we sparked so hard that I wasn't the least bit concerned about him judging me for it. I just knew I wanted him and had to have him. We've been together for years now. So obviously he wasn't the kind of guy to judge me for sleeping with him right away. It may not always be the smartest thing to do, but I don't think it is wrong. I always need to feel a mental attraction and connection with someone to get physical (I was never good at random hook ups--I have to feel interest and respect for you to want to fuck you) so that has typically hindered me on first dates in the past.

As for how first time sex should be ... I don't think that has a specific standard either. I love rough sex. I love romantic and slow sex. And sex that blends a little of both is always super satisfying. Chemistry is chemistry and you feel it whether the sex is rough or slow.

What do you want to know?

What advice would you give a guy whose special someone does not like being adventurous while he does?

2010-09-06T11:26:00.001-07:00

Oh my. That's always a tough one. I'm a firm believer that being in a relationship REQUIRES clear and honest communication as well as a determination to listen and truly hear what your partner's needs are. My advice is to be very candid with your partner about your desires and interests. Be sensitive to the fact that she may not share many of your interests, but you may also wind up surprised to hear that she shares a few. Cane thought he was going to disgust me by sharing some of his ... but instead he was met with not only compassion, but a confession of some shared desires. Your partner should care about you and no judge you. It's one thing if they decline to participate in certain acts, but it's another if they make you feel ashamed. No loving partner should ever do that. It's your job to reassure your partner that the vanilla sex you have is also still lovely--because people often hear of darker interests and foolishly assume this means the vanilla stuff isn't any good to you. If you put your needs out there, a partner SHOULD care about them. They may not be able to give you all of it, but they should at least allow you to be yourself in talking about it. Once the door is opened, you may be pleasantly surprised to see how easily your partner walks through it with you. Women especially suffer from being seen as "pure" or "too good" for certain things. But a lot of us are secretly dying to be treated like a nasty little slut in the bedroom.

What do you want to know?

What do you want to do (sex wise) that you have not done already?

2010-09-06T11:21:00.001-07:00

Cane and I have discussed a MFM threesome. Neither of us have done this as of yet.

What do you want to know?

Does cane have a formspring?

2010-09-06T11:20:00.003-07:00

This is a formspring for us both. So feel free to address any questions to Cane here.

What do you want to know?

I wish I could have sex with you.

2010-09-06T11:20:00.001-07:00

That's a compliment ... so thank you.

What do you want to know?

In one picture, I could see the profile of your face? Was that you?

2010-09-05T11:03:00.001-07:00

If it has our secretiveslut banner on it ... then it's either me or Cane.

What do you want to know?

I masturbate to you.

2010-09-05T11:02:00.001-07:00

I'm flattered. Glad you enjoy the blog.

What do you want to know?

How often do you masturbate?

2010-09-05T11:00:00.001-07:00

Daily.

What do you want to know?

Are you loud during sex?

2010-09-05T10:59:00.001-07:00

I'm ridiculously loud. I'm the girl waking the neighbors. I have a hard time stifling myself when we have guests or parents in the other room. I break sound barriers.

What do you want to know?

How do I get invited to blogs that say you need to invited to? I feel like they have the sexiest pictures of all (excluding you of course).

2010-09-05T10:57:00.001-07:00

I've often wondered the same thing. I assume the only real way is to create your own blog, make it interesting & hope they find you and invite you to join theirs.

What do you want to know?

Is it difficult taking pictures of yourself during sex? If I were having sex, I would get rather mad stopping in the middle of it to take a picture.

2010-09-05T10:56:00.001-07:00

It requires determination, a sense of humor and patience. But it's also really hot to watch your partner get turned on in the process. The sex is fun ... and the sex you have afterwards when you're looking at the hot photo is even better.

What do you want to know?

Is the picture in your profile of you? What are you doing? It looks like you are taking off your panties which is making me really horny.

2010-09-05T10:55:00.001-07:00

Yes, it's me. It's a naughty photo that I sent to Cane when we first were seeing one another. I believe I had just flung my panties at the camera.

What do you want to know?

You don't have to be sorry for not posting often. I am just thankful that you do. Do you follow any other blogs? If so, which ones?

2010-09-03T19:20:00.001-07:00

You're kind :) We do follow some other blogs. Some of my favorites (for imagery) are ponyxpress.wordpress.com/ and http://syntheticpubes.com/.

What do you want to know?

How many guys have you had sex with?

2010-09-03T19:15:00.001-07:00

That's a good question. And one I'm not sure I'm ready to answer yet. Perhaps one day.

What do you want to know?

You should post more videos. Motion is arousing.

2010-09-03T19:14:00.003-07:00

Cane and I are working on it. Pinky swear.

What do you want to know?

Next to your profile pic, the second line of the url of your blog reads gspot.com. Isn't that amusing? Did you do that on purpose? When did you lose your virginity?

2010-09-03T19:14:00.001-07:00

I had nothing to do with the wit of my URL. I lost my virginity at age 21. Well after most of my girlfriends. There's an entry all about it on the blog.

What do you want to know?

Ok, well I have a panty fetish so could you submit a picture where you move your underwear out of the way so your pussy is showing or when you are being fucked by Cane while you are wearing underwear or even just a picture of you in an underwear.

2010-09-03T19:13:00.001-07:00

Oh, nice! I get soooo turned on at the idea that a man doesn't have the patience to remove my panties ... and roughly shoves them aside and fucks me while they're still on my body. LOVE IT. I can promise such images are in the near future.

What do you want to know?

What is your career?

2010-09-03T19:12:00.003-07:00

Not a question I will answer here. Some things have to remain personal. :)

What do you want to know?

If I were to meet you without knowing anything about your blog, how would I describe your personality?

2010-09-03T19:12:00.001-07:00

Hmmmmm ... well, I'm feisty without being difficult, I'm passionate without being overdramatic, I'm creative but oddly disciplined, spiritual without being "religious" and generous with both words and actions. I don't take myself too seriously, have a dark sense of humor, possess a bleeding heart and struggle with trying to take care of things all on my own without asking for any help or support.

What do you want to know?

Did you go to college? If so, what did you (or are) major in?

2010-09-03T19:08:00.001-07:00

Not trying to be difficult. Just not willing to disclose certain kinds of details about myself. My major would be one of them. But yes, I did go to college.

What do you want to know?

How do I submit a picture request?

2010-09-03T09:17:00.001-07:00

You can simply reply or comment on one of our entries (I suggest more recent entries since we're more likely to actually SEE it) or go to our profile and email us at the address listed there. Or you can even submit a picture request through formspring.

What do you want to know?

Where do you work?

2010-09-03T09:16:00.001-07:00

Not a question I plan on answering. I'll show you a picture of a dildo in my pussy, but I'm sharing my profession with the blog. Got to keep some things private :)

What do you want to know?

You should try being naked in public. First try a nude beach and if you feel comfortable then go even further. Might I suggest going to a European country where public nudity is more acceptable (France, Spain, Catalonia (specifically Barcelona))

2010-09-03T09:15:00.001-07:00

My exhibitionism (or OUR exhibitionistic tendencies) tends towards getting off on being seen in sexual situations. It has zero to do with being gratified by being nude and far more to do with having an audience while being defiled.

What do you want to know?

Can you me and cane have a threesome? I have a 10.5 inch penis. Just measured it to be sure.

2010-09-03T09:14:00.001-07:00

Hilarious. I'm afraid we won't be meeting strangers through our blog for the potential threesome. But we promise to post pictures and share the experience with you all.

What do you want to know?

Would you ever go on GIrls Gone Wild?

2010-09-03T09:13:00.003-07:00

No.

What do you want to know?

Can you me and cane have a threesome? I have a 7 inch penis.

2010-09-03T08:12:00.001-07:00

Sorry ... I'm a 10 inch and above girl. No, seriously ... this is the best temptation you can offer? We're harder to impress than that.

What do you want to know?

Why don't you live out your exhibitionist fantasies? Girls that are not even sluts have.

2010-09-03T08:10:00.001-07:00

You're kidding, right? Do I really have to point out that this BLOG is how I am living out my exhibitionist fantasies?

What do you want to know?

have you ever sucked cock while riding in a car?

2010-09-02T23:33:00.001-07:00

maybe. and if i did, i'll be sure to write about it.

What do you want to know?

I have read Jezabell's post telling how her faith as an adolescent effected her in her youth, and probably still into adulthood. I was wondering how does Cane feel about your faith, and what have been his experiences? Do either of you experience any gu

2010-09-02T23:32:00.001-07:00

Cane was raised by parents who let him choose for himself. He's one of the most amazingly unbiased, open and nonjudgemental people I've ever met. I adore him for it. I'm still a believer ... I just don't subscribe to the conditional and human-mangled rhetoric spewed by many so-called Christians. And I don't think sex is something you have to be ashamed of ... though I think at times Cane is the one who has struggled more to see me as willingly dirtied. Before this blog, he had me on a Mother Teresa pedestal. He's since made sure I was defiled beyond worthiness of such heights.

What do you want to know?

Do you guys get off on sharing cum?

2010-09-02T23:28:00.003-07:00

The hottest thing in the universe is when Cane kisses me after I've let him cum in my mouth ... and steals some of his own cum from my lips.

What do you want to know?

How often are you horny?

2010-09-02T23:28:00.001-07:00

All the time. It's really distracting. Especially when I'm in church.

What do you want to know?

Picture Request: Foot-job

2010-08-22T20:51:00.001-07:00

Our first reader picture request is... someone with a foot-fetish! I never "got" how people can sexualize feet... I mean, feet are so weird. Seriously... look at your toes-- they're ridiculous! Like tiny little flesh-colored nub-people. Anyway, we're never ones to judge, so your picture-request wish is our command!

I hope our requestor is pleased as well as any other of you footies out there! And the rest of you please write in if you want to see me/Cane/us do/be anything specific!

All images Copyright: The Secretive Slut, 2010

What's better: slow passtionate romantic sex or thrown down, bent over, ripped clothes rough sex?

2010-08-20T19:47:00.001-07:00

You don't read our blog, do you?
http://thesecretiveslut.blogspot.com/2010/06/getting-honest-getting-dirty.html

What do you want to know?

Have you ever played with hot wax during sex?

2010-08-20T19:46:00.003-07:00

Cane's a pussy. And I have an irrational fear of candles. Don't ask.

What do you want to know?

What is the most public place you've ever had sex?

2010-08-20T19:46:00.001-07:00

Quite the contradiction that we have exhibitionist fantasies, yet have never dared to fuck in a public place. I don't think we will either-- we're after a controlled exhibitionist thrill... not one that could land us in the back of a police car.

What do you want to know?

Have you ever tried fisting or double vaginal sex, like maybe with a dildo or vibrator and Cane's cock at the same time?

2010-08-20T19:44:00.001-07:00

You don't read our blog, do you?
http://thesecretiveslut.blogspot.com/2010/01/prelude-to-dvp.html

What do you want to know?

How do you guys deal with hair around the uh...anal opening when you rim Cane Jezebel?

2010-08-18T08:23:00.001-07:00

To be honest, Cane isn't riddled with hair there. Or else I've been to turned on to notice. My attitude is as long as it's clean, I am not offended by a little hair. A mouthful might be another story.

What do you want to know?

What's the kinkiest things you've ever done?

2010-08-18T08:03:00.001-07:00

You mean besides the 4 years I was in a lesbian relationship? Then, probably would be fucking Cane with a strap-on.

What do you want to know?

Pic Tuesdays?

2010-08-17T20:29:00.000-07:00

Er, well... probably just gonna post saucy found-pics whenever we want now, instead of designating solely for Fridays. Lazy... well, yes. But probably gonna be more consistent. I'm sure y'all REALLY care... :-)

PICTURE REQUESTS!!

2010-08-17T16:22:00.000-07:00

Man, has this been a barren wasteland in our blogosphere recently. For a sex-orientated blog, there sure has been a lot of sex NOT happening; actually, that’s not fair to say, it’s just been a very vanilla past couple of months due to a lot of work stress that’s been affecting both our lives significantly... and unfortunately that has bled into the bedroom as well. Not to say there hasn’t been stops at an oasis here and there... but more or less it’s been pretty dry.

I imagine, just as our lives have constant cycles.... big, large, small, and tiny... those cycles trickle down into the bedroom as well. We’re not concerned about it just yet, but it just sucks being dead-fucking tired, day in and day out... so much so the idea of exerting one more ounce of energy doing ANYTHING after getting home from a retardedly long day(s) seems like an unmountable task (pun intended). And we don’t even have kids. I don’t know how parents do it, I really don’t.

So yes, I’ve got a new job at a new firm... but they threw me in the deep end, and I’ve been treading water for weeks now. Meanwhile, Cane is at his wits end, professionally and emotionally, at his current job... but feels trapped. Corporate America really does blow. It looks fun on TV, because everything looks contemporary and is lit-well, and everyone’s really young and attractive and dresses sharp... so NOT what it’s really like.

What all this is, is really one giant excuse as to why we’ve been absentee bloggers lately-- and for too long now. So, we’re going to make it up to you, BIG TIME... and best of all, it’s interactive!

Here’s the deal: we’re now open for PICTURE REQUESTS. Please email us with absolutely anything you want to see-- of, on, in, or about either Cane or myself... together or solo...nothing is off-limits except anything that’s done in the bathroom; not gonna judge... but, you know... “ew”.

And please don’t abuse this or be a douche-bag: we’ll sift through the b.s. ones or the ones that don’t seem genuine. Jackasses.

So, we turn it over to YOU, the readers-- now turned art directors (or maybe ‘porn directors’ is more appropriate)!! Our email address in our profile section, under “contact” or leave a comment. Can’t wait to see what you want to see!

Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE

2010-07-24T09:17:00.000-07:00

There is a new sex-blog in town (like, right-out-of-the-oven- fresh!!) and I think they deserve a little love & attention... mainly because they're off to a strong start...

Please check out: http://uncommonappetites.blogspot.com

They already have tales of the wife's bisexuality and some choice HNT and nekkid pics! I'm predicting some very torrid and carnal accounts of their past/present/future to come!

As for me... yes, updating has been scarce and I apologize... but my mind is mostly concentrating on finding a job instead of finding myself with my knees over my head. Please be patient and stay with us... I PROMISE I'll make it up to you soon. VERY soon ;-)

me!!!

Savage on Cuckolding

2010-07-12T20:18:00.000-07:00

I wouldn't normally repost articles I read on all things sexy... but a recent question in Dan Savage's column caught my attention... and as you read, it'll be obvious why.

Pretty interesting stuff.

My husband of eight years confessed to wanting to watch me with another man. I asked if he meant it. He said yes. I asked if he wanted me to set it up. He said yes. I found a guy, and he agreed to a full STD screening — at my husband's suggestion and our expense — so that we wouldn't have to use condoms.

I was worried about how my husband would feel. But he loved every minute of it — he loved it a little too much.

My husband had sex with me after our "guest" left. I still had our guest's semen inside me. Is my husband gay? Is that what cuckolding is all about? He didn't touch the other guy, but what the fuck? — Spouse Expressing Concern Over Newly Disclosed Sexuality

SAVAGE LOVE"Far from being an indication of homosexuality, your husband's turn-on goes back to the roots of male heterosexual experience," says Christopher Ryan, coauthor of Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality. "Human beings evolved in very intimate groups where sex often involved multiple partners."

Before Ryan walks us through what's so straight about your husband dipping his dick in another man's spunk, SECONDS, let me get this off my chest: Sex at Dawn is the single most important book about human sexuality since Alfred Kinsey unleashed Sexual Behavior in the Human Male on the American public in 1948. Want to understand why men married to supermodels cheat? Why so many marriages are sexless? Why paternity tests often reveal that the "father" isn't? Read Sex at Dawn.

Now back to Ryan:

"Think about it," says Ryan. "Why would women have evolved the capacity for slow-building multiple orgasms while males evolved the orgasmic response of minutemen accompanied by a sudden disappearance of all interest in sex?"

Because — as Ryan and his coauthor Cacilda Jethá lay out in Sex at Dawn — for countless generations, our male and female ancestors, like our closest primate relatives (fuck-mad bonobos), engaged in multipartner sex. Females mated with multiple males, while males — so easily stimulated visually to this day — watched and waited their turn.

"Almost all of us get off on watching other people having sex," says Ryan. "Even if our minds deny it, our bodies respond in many ways, ranging from increased genital blood flow (in both sexes) to stronger male ejaculations."

By inviting another male into your bedroom, SECONDS, your husband — consciously or subconsciously — is inducing what's known as "sperm competition." Watching you have sex with another male made him more excited to have sex with you, not with the other male, and treated him to a more intense orgasm in you, not in the other male.

"So your husband's experience was very heterosexual," says Ryan.

I'll go further: Your husband's experience was the original heterosexual experience.

Pic Fridays: Holiday Head Special!

2010-07-01T20:52:00.000-07:00

Don't know about the rest of y'all, but the 4th starts tomorrow for us! Have a safe and happy weekend and get 'yerself some head (both men and ladies)!!

Getting Honest & Getting Dirty ...

2010-06-29T16:00:00.000-07:00

I like it rough.

I like it gentle, soft & romantic, too, but I really love it rough on occasion. There was a night that Cane was so rough and so forceful that I'm sure my screams woke the neighbors. They were purely screams of pleasure, but screams nonetheless.

I love having my hair pulled. I love being forced into a position of his choosing. I love it when he forces himself into me without taking any time to get me ready. I love being smacked & spanked. Feeling my underwear nearly being ripped off my body. I love seeing faint hand-marks where his hands have gripped me and held me down.

This particularly epic rough night lives in my mind as such an intense and awesome experience. But I noticed something (both endearing and concerning) ... Cane routinely felt the need to stop himself and apologize. Every few minutes, after calling me a "whore" or a "fucking slut" and accusing me of enjoying my defiling, he would hesitate and sweetly go "Not really! I love you!" It made me laugh but also reminded me how important it is that we women communicate our desire to be rough, our interest in being treated dirty in the sack and also how integral it is that we make sure we give permission to our men that spells out their freedom to just trash our ass when the time is appropriate.

Growing up a church girl, I was taught to avoid conversation about sex. I was taught that it's embarrassing and shameful. I have escaped a lot of this mentality, but the tendency to shrink from expounding heavily on my own sexual inclinations is there. I find it easy to say "I love it rough" but do I provide details? No. Do I define what "rough" is for me? Do I explain what is enjoyable? Nope. And by refraining from expounding, I cause my very sensitive and loving partner to hesitate to be free even as he honors what I've requested. Kind of an unfair predicament. Not to mention that because I'm a good girl by day, conduct myself with integrity and essentially value virtue in other areas of my life ... Cane has at times admitted that he sees me more like a saint than a personal whore. It's nice to be revered, but it's also nice to get fucked hard. The burden of responsibility is on us (especially women) to make sure our partner feels that they can both love & respect us outside the bedroom while treating us like dirty little sluts behind closed doors. The future mother of your children still wants to be your dirty little secret. I swear.

I'm not a mind reader, and the likelihood is that you aren't, either. A lot of times we THINK we've made the right noises to indicate appreciation of an act ... or we think it's enough to have not said anything negative--we try to indirectly indicate our interest in something. It's not the best way to get our point across when it comes to sex. So ... I'm starting a movement. I challenge every single one of you out there who has a partner, husband, wife, boyfriend or girlfriend--to make a hit list. Write down a top list of your favorite dirty deeds & acts your partner commits on you. Articulate not only the general idea of what you like when it comes to more adventurous bedroom antics--but exactly what you want, how intense, etc. Give yourself license to be detailed. Make sure there isn't a question mark in your sexual partner's head when it comes to what you are wanting and hoping to enjoy. Guessing is for pussies (and not the fun kind). You will likely hear your partner go "Really?! I wasn't sure if you liked it or were just doing it for me!"

My own hit list:

*I love it when Cane is rough. I love hair pulling, light choking, being held down, arms pinned, forbidden to free myself. I love being forced to suck his cock ... to the point that he is practically face fucking me.

*I love dirty talk. I love it when he calls me names. I love it when he tells me the evil things he wants to do. I love it when he talk about his fantasies while inside me. I love saying dirty things back and admitting how much I want him to violate me.

*I love a moderate amount of discomfort. I don't want to be in pain ... but I love it when he takes a little liberty. Shoving his cock into me when I'm not fully wet yet. The one time he took my ass (unexpectedly) while we were in the shower. I loved the way he pushed me against the wall and just took what he wanted.

*I have never felt so insanely turned on as I did when he came in my mouth and proceeded to kiss me and take some of his own cum back into his own. I LOVED it.

I've told him these things in a broader strokes. But have I said to him "It was awesome when you forced yourself into my ass!" No. Have I made sure he knows how turned on I get when he calls me a fucking slut? Did I tell him that it was amazing to see how turned on he was as he fucked my mouth and made me gag and my eyes water? Not fully. So I can imagine he may have thought I did it only for him. He may have seen it as a kindness ... not a personal turn on.

We have to say these things bluntly and fully. If we have partners who care about us, they aren't going to enjoy things that they think they are forcing onto us. Cane fantasizes about me fucking another man. But he would never enjoy that reality if he thought I wasn't enjoying myself. Why would he enjoy rougher sex acts with me if he thinks I'm just doing it to make him happy?

I challenge those more shy readers out there to give your partners a list and get bold in describing what you enjoy and like. No more just "hoping" that your husband figures out what you want ... or hoping they pick up on a drift or two. Direct communication is hot. And it means you both are more likely to get what you want. Trust me. And it's not enough to just give your sexual partners the license to perform certain acts on you or with you. You have to give them the confidence and security that you are not only a willing participant, but an enthusiastic recipient.

"Fantasy" means never having to say you're sorry

2010-06-21T16:00:00.000-07:00

by Cane

I will simply begin with the following: It has been a long and deep-seated fantasy of mine to see Jez be completely taken by another man, both when I am present and watching and/or participating... as well as when I am not present at all.

This is my fantasy. I cannot, morso will not make any apologies for it. I can’t apologize, because it would be like apologizing for the fact that I like mint chocolate-chip ice cream. Or the color blue. Or Jersey Shore. And before you start, YES, it absolutely is the same thing. As far as our personal proclivities, penchants, preferences, predilections, predispositions, partialities, prejudices, and passions go for YOU the individual... you can never, ever make any apologies for what you like and are drawn to, simply because it’s innate. You like what you like and there really doesn’t need-- and a lot of times can’t -- be a deeper explanation.

Sure, I can give cursory reasons: I like the defilement of what ‘should’ be sacred, the humiliation (of possibly him pleasuring her more/better at a psychical level), the sullying of conservatism. I also like the sheer mechanics; the voyeurism-- being right down there watching someone else’s cock pass in and out my Jez’s pussy. I like the idea of Jez-- a traditional, otherwise vanilla girl-- being taken by 2 men at once, fucked and filled simultaneously... the innocent Southern Baptist preacher’s daughter stuffed with two dicks!... polar-opposite of everything she had been raised to be or believe in! I also just like the simple idea of Jez getting to be multiply stimulated by adding another guy in the mix; I want her to feel what that’s like. And I also just like the idea of the lifestyle-- leading alternative sex-lives and practices outside of (american) tradition.

But none of these reasons explains the deeper WHY; you can only follow the thread of, “But why... but why... but why...” until finally the only sensible answer is left is: “.... god damnit, because I just do...”. And don’t try any arm-chair pop-psychology; this has nothing to do with my childhood, how I was raised, what experiences in my life shaped and set the path for me to come to this fantasy. Sure, maybe there’s a few things in the mix, but at the end of the day, I just like the idea of another man fucking Jez and/or a MMF threesome. And I’m not sorry.

This goes for anyone, anywhere, any time, who has had a fantasy outside of “I want to put my penis in your vagina”. Wanna be fucked dressed up like a clown? Wanna be spanked&whipped? Wanna be gang-banged by four black cocks at once? Wanna put on your wife’s bra and panties and have her fuck you with strap-on? Wanna be a furry? Wanna be raped? Wanna (if you’re a guy) see what another man’s cock tastes like? Want your ass-licked? Wanna be fisted? Wanna be choked, slapped, hit, and told you’re a whore? Wanna spouse-swap? Wanna fuck in front of a room full of strangers? Wanna seduce your best-friend with your husband? Wanna broadcast your vagina on the internet? Wanna fuck with the shades open? Wanna sit under a glass table and watch your partner poop?.....

...ok, that last one is just gross (like, seriously people, really?).... but fuck, if that’s what you like, if ANY of those things and countless others vanilla or non-vanilla sexual acts is just “what you’re into”, you cannot, should not, and most importantly DO NOT have to say you’re sorry, because fantasying-- in essence, thinking-- is not a crime, sin, nor wrong. Don’t forget, we’re talking about FANTASY for the moment, not wanting to act on that fantasy (that will come in a second).

A running theme with this blog is ‘open, honest, and full communication’ between Jez and myself. Now, I’m not here to tell others how to conduct their own personal relationships with their partners.... but it’s pretty hard to find faults in “open and honest”. I can pretty confidentially say sharing your fantasies with your partner, no matter what it is, SHOULD alleviate a lot of repression and open up a dialogue where you can have a healthy discussion about your fantasy and whether or not it is something that your partner would like to help you fulfill. And if not, you can both work together to find/seek alternative means and ways of satisfying your fantasy... and even just talking about it is enough. But you can never have that discussion until you open up to your partner... and your partner be open to you.

As the partner hearing the fantasy, short of “My fantasy is to shoot you in the head with a gun in order to kill you”, it is very important and fair for you to allow your partner to speak their fantasy fully and honestly, and hear them out completely. Create a reassuring atmosphere where they feel safe from snap-judgement, criticism, and most importantly... rejection. It takes courage to broach a fantasy and that needs to be respected. You screwing-up your face and saying, “Jesus Christ, how could you want that!” is only going to cause your partner to retract and hinder any future sexual communication with you, perhaps indefinitely... and that’s almost surely going to lead to problems. Rejecting your partner’s fantasy outright and refusing or being reluctant to an open dialogue about it, sooner or later, will result in your partner seeking to fulfill that fantasy elsewhere. How will they do that? Dunno. Does that mean they’re going to cheat on you? Dunno. Will they resent you? Dunno. But I can say, at some level, they are going to feel ashamed... and why would you want to make your partner ever feel that way?

Your partner’s fantasy may actually hurt you emotionally-- which, if that’s the case, will probably be your snap-reaction. I understand that and you have a right to be hurt, but this is where a continued open/ongoing discussion of the fantasy may help educate you and begin to understand your partner’s desires to a point you will be less hurt, if not alleviated completely. Just remember, you cannot blame them just for simply having the fantasy, no matter what it is.

However, while the person with the fantasy should not feel they must justify or explain what simply may just be apart of their sexuality.... as the one with the fantasy, refusing to try to help your partner understand, at least the cursory reasons, isn’t going to help much in the department of communication, either. It’s a delicate dance, where both partners have to work together in order to move forward as one (oooh, nice analogy!). So, if you really have a desire to put a chomp-bit in your partner’s mouth and ride them around like a horse... maybe start with why Equus (*not sure what that play is really called) appeals to you so much, at least on the surface.

Now, just as you are entitled to have a fantasy about absolutely anything and be free of shame and rejection.... your partner is entitled NOT to share an interest in that fantasy, nor should ever be made to feel obligated, guilted, or forced into allowing or performing the realization of your fantasy-- this needs to be met with acceptance from your end, without shame or rejection as well. And don’t you dare pull that, “If you love me, you’ll do this for me” bullshit. Seriously dude, that’s fucking weak.

However, just because you may not share an interest, want, or desire in your partner’s fantasy doesn’t mean their fantasy is going to suddenly “go away” in their mind. This is where open communication between y’all is especially paramount. Setting up or creating an alternative outlet for their fantasy is something I strongly recommend. However, if you absolutely cannot bring yourself to abide their fantasy whatsoever, in any facet, alternative or otherwise... than the very least you need to say is some form of the following:

“Honey, I love you very much and I’m so grateful you were able to feel comfortable enough to share your fantasy about watching me poop on a glass table. I know it took a lot for you to share this with me and again, I love you for that. But, I don’t feel this is something I can give to you or share with you in any way, at least in the near future. I want you to continue to have your fantasy and I want to continue to be here to love and support you. But for right now, we have to leave it at that.”

Now, chances are, whatever your partner’s fantasy is, you’re either going to be down with it, willing to try/experiment, or at least be able to work together to come up with an alternative that will simulate or come close enough for your partner to be satisfied, while respecting your right to not be obligated to perform said fantasy to the absolute ‘T’. In any event, you need to be 100% supportive and open to at first listening to your partner’s fantasy, regardless of what it is. Unless it’s having sex with children. Then call the cops. Joking, but it would be wise to encourage them to seek professional counseling. Wow, this just got all dark and serious.

As far as my cuckold/hotwife/MMF threesome fantasy with Jez... I couldn’t have a more perfect, loving, and accepting partner. My fantasy was broached almost within the first month we even KNEW each other. While we’ve lead arguably mostly vanilla, yet completely satisfying sex lives, this fantasy of mine has always been underlying throughout; and while Jez has admitted she had at first been hurt by the fact I’d want to share her, never once did she make me feel faulted for having the fantasy; I can never say she made it something I’ve had to repress, nor had it been something Jez refused to hear-out. Per prior entires, you can track our transparent, open, honest, and educational discussions about it, as well as whether or not we’re actually going to take it to the next level. The fantasy so far has evolved into red-hot IM sessions, dirty talk in bed, and even experimenting via simulations.

So, ARE we actually going to do it? That’s still to be determined...but what I can say for certain is that I already have had one fantasy come true... and she’s better than I ever could’ve dreamed.

PS: If you don’t get the cinematic nod in the title of this entry, then you are entirely too young and we despise your youth!

Did We or Didn't We?

2010-06-11T13:40:00.000-07:00

So most of you probably saw our teaser photo a few entries ago. And you are likely wondering if we fulfilled Cane's MFM threesome fantasy.

The answer is "no" we have not. Cane + Jezebel + a mirror = Artsy sexy photograph. We kind of impressed ourselves and enjoyed the visual actualization of a fantasy.

Mirror, mirror...

We're exploring our interests, desires and sexual goals. This blog is part of that process. But before anyone goes and does anything on the extreme side (which for us would include bringing other people into the bedroom), it's important to really communicate. I will sing this song over and over on this blog until you think I'm an annoying nag. Communicate. Communicate. COMMUNICATE!

If you think talking about something makes it less sexy and exciting ... well, you're an idiot. Cane and I have had some of our best sex after getting wildly turned on by our own conversations about fantasies and interests. It's hot. And feeling accepted and understood by your partner is a turn on, too. Jumping into something without really understanding one another's feelings is foolhardy. What is that old adage about making assumptions? Oh yes ... never assume. It makes an "ass out of u and me." Ha. Ok, bad joke ... but true nonetheless. Without really talking things through, you are leaving your partner open to assumptions--which we all are prone to make--about the whys, the how comes. You want to see another man bang your girlfriend? Tell her. But also explain where that interest comes from. She may be a willing sex kitten in your hands, but if she loves you she will also have an emotional side that still demands to feel secure and loved. We are human no matter how horny we are--we cannot eradicate our ability to feel and fear and need. There are a lot of reasons why one might want another partner in the bedroom. You need to talk about your reasons so that your partner can feel secure and know that you are on the same page in terms of what is derived from the experience, as well as what it means for the relationship.

Back to the subject of me and another man in the bedroom ...

My own arousal and climaxes are very intrinsically tied to the level of arousal of my partner. Nothing sends me slamming into orgasm harder than hearing Cane let out an electric groan or realizing that he's gone into "wild man" mode (wild man mode being when a guy is so violently turned on that he can no longer demonstrate any restraint). Witnessing heightened levels of arousal is like crack to me. I get this bizarre sort of chill mixed with skipped heartbeats. There are orgasms I have on my own ... and those that are greatly impacted by the intensity of my partner's reaction to what we are doing. One is good, but the other is far better. My sexual satisfaction hinges on my partner's enjoyment. I'm just not one of those girls who can enjoy just "getting hers." I have envied this at times. But driving someone wild is always far more exciting to me. Always will be.

So I guess it shouldn't be surprising that this works its way into my fantasy life.

When Cane first admitted his ultimate fantasy was to see me fucked hard by another guy I was a mixture of repulsed, shocked and just plain offended. Before you presume that I reacted to Cane in judgement, be assured that I wanted to him to be honest and I was grateful for his disclosure. The secretive slut is all about candid communication. But the girly part of me--the part that is deeply in love with Cane and craves intimacy was left feeling a bit insecure momentarily. The natural torrent of internal questions came raining down inside my head ... "If he loves me, why would he want to share me?" ... "I don't understand why he doesn't feel jealousy--does he not value me?" ... "It would devastate me to just sit and watch him fuck another woman--why on earth would he ENJOY watching me fuck someone else?" My own understandable insecurities began to bubble. Because it's so foreign to what I find a turn on, I was having a hard time understanding where the arousing factor came in for him. Cane will explain this in his own entry.

I asked questions for a week or so. Cane admitted he likes to fantasize that while he's at work I'm home having sex with someone else in our bed. Once again, that fantasy--if we reversed roles--would only make me ill and want to weep. I kept asking him "Really? So if you came home and found me having sex with a stranger ... you would like it?" He maintained he would. "But isn't it something that appeals to you in THEORY ... but if you actually found it happening ... wouldn't you be horrified?" Nope. My own brain just couldn't shake the phobia that any such action would terminate the relationship.

It's like my brain is a computer. This message does not register. I'm not an easily threatened girl. Or the jealous sort. But I do think it's pretty normal on a basic human level to be possessive of your partner when it comes to bedroom practices. I'm possessive of Cane. I don't share my toys. My struggle became grasping how he could bear to have some other cock ramming in and out of me ... cumming on what is his. And furthermore, I honestly have never once longed to fuck anyone else since Cane came into my life. So part of my quandary can even be identified as ME not having any desire to be with another man. A romantic part of my nature railed against the very thought. I've always loved the idea of being someone's one and only.

But loving someone else means loving who they are. It means caring about their feelings. And turn-ons aren't something we necessarily choose for ourselves. They are what they are. Some shouldn't be indulged (hello pedophilia) but in the end, the things that arouse us do it with or without our consent. Because I love Cane, I've been determined to accept and understand his fantasy.

So imagine my surprise as I've found that when touching myself lately my mind instantly goes to a scenario Cane has described. Me, on all fours on our bed. Some strange man drilling me without mercy. And Cane sitting quietly in a corner just watching ... a witness and nothing more. And imagine my utter shock at how violently I've been turned on by it. Knowing he's so furiously turned on ... seeing another man take what is his ... him allowing it. My orgasm happens in seconds. His imaginary reaction spurs the most intense reaction of my own.

I get off on his reaction. I get off on the idea that I've subjected myself to something I didn't want, but that pleases my partner (it's so very 'Story of O'). I get off on being a whore for the pleasure of Cane.

And with that his fantasy slowly bleeds into my own. Where is this ultimately leading to? I guess we'll all have to wait and see.

Cane x's 2...

The Great Bush Debate

2010-06-05T15:30:00.000-07:00

No. I'm not talking politics here. I'm talking about pubes. And if you don't think this topic is controversial ... then you're crazy.

Case in point, one particular blog reader felt it necessary to demand that when we return to blogging, we return au natural. I was informed that lack of hair is pre-pubescent ... childlike ... and from what I could infer, not attractive. Pardon?

The interesting thing to note here is that I actually DO typically have hair "down there." Cane likes hair. He also feels it's more womanly. Most men I've dated have EXPECTED a fully waxed or shaved nether region, so when Cane and I first met I was bare as could be. I was quite relieved to find myself with someone who appreciates what is naturally happening down there ... that's both less work and less shaving/waxing rashes for my sorely sensitive skin.

Now both Cane and I agree that we prefer a trimmed and well-groomed topiary. So mine is not a bush that is left to grow wild. This is OUR preference. We find it appealing ... and are not judging anyone out there for their preferences of "bald as an Eagle" or "hairier than a hippy orgy." You can do whatever you want with your own vagina. Dread it, braid it, curl it, put a weave in it. That's for you to decide. But you aren't included in the vote on how I groom mine.

My pubic hair is rather blond. It doesn't read on camera as intensely as a natural brunette's would. Some of the images on our blog were taken when I got a little too razor happy ... and therefore lack hair. Some of the images have plenty of hair, but you just can't see it. And every now and then I decide to switch things up and shave a lot off. That's my prerogative. Sometimes you feel like wearing heels ... some days you want sneakers. Girls like to try new things. Sue me.

Variety is the spice of life ... and I suppose that's the case, too, when it comes to pubic hair. So hats off to you ladies ... groom your garden any way you like. Let it grow natural, trim it, shave it, wax it ... hell, you can even dye or "Veejazzle" it. As long as you feel good about it, that is what counts. Oh, and it never hurts to consider what your partner finds appealing. Cane never demanded hair down there ... but I was happy to provide it for him.

Season 2: The Secretive Slut

2010-06-03T09:54:00.001-07:00

Hello darlings ...

Yes, we've been away for a bit. We're both in the midst of attempting to conquer some career goals and dreams ... and that requires focus without distraction. Sex didn't disappear for us, rather, we just couldn't be squarely focused on it or writing extensively about it. I hope you'll forgive us. As we've confessed before, we are snobs when it comes to what we write and photograph. If it isn't up to par we aren't going to post it. Do it right or don't do it at all. And creating great content is time consuming. Therefore, we've maintained radio silence and taken an appropriate blog sabbatical.

I despise the aging process ... and the way it can relegate sex to the "I want it, but I'm too tired" category. What is that about? Cane and I have both fallen into bed a number of times recently in states of desire overwhelmed by fatigue. One particular night had us laughing. He tried to pull a slick move and said "Why don't you crawl on top of me" ... only for me (panicking in my exhaustion) to plead "But I'm too tired to be on top!" He quickly confessed, "Me too!" And then we had to laugh at ourselves. We both want to fuck. We both are too tired to do the work. Lame.

The blog helps us fuel our thoughts during the day ... to keep a little warm ember of arousal going so that bedtime doesn't come and go without anything happening. Got to love that. I think returning to the blog may help us pick our momentum back up. Cheers to that.

Another recent revelation ... I discovered my favorite way to give Cane a blow job. I don't know what took me so long to approach it this way. Laying on my back, I have him straddle my face. From this vantage point, I can lick and suck everywhere ... EVERYTHING. I can use both hands to caress his ass, his legs, his back ... his balls. I can take my tongue from his cock all the way to his tender little asshole. I love feeling him quiver ... hearing him moan ... burying my face in him ... taking his shaft into the back of my throat. It turns me on so violently that I get almost TOO wet.

I highly recommend it. I imagine Cane does, too.

Oh, and Cane also has a snazzy new camera. He's going to be photographing up a storm for you darlings ... as well as making some delicious little films. Yay. It's good to be back.

Jez

Season 2 Teaser...

2010-05-25T19:24:00.000-07:00

Did we finally do it....?

...stay tuned!

End of Season 1

2010-03-10T22:14:00.001-08:00

No, this does not mean we're going off the air permanently. We had a strong "first season", but now it's time to take a break, recharge the batteries (in my vibrator), come up with some new articles and new adventures to divulge...and we'll be back with Secretive Slut: Season 2, shortly! In the meantime, feel free to keep sending us questions, comments, and a new developing section: picture requests!

But what would a season finale be without big CLIFFHANGER? Hopefully this cavalcade of nudity of Cane and myself will leave you hanging ;-)

(Season 2 premiere, spoiler-alert: Will Cane's MFM cuckold/hotwife fantasy finally be fulfilled??!! Tune in soon!)

Her: So Often

2010-03-06T09:46:00.000-08:00

So often does Cane see me from this view...

Back to blogging ...

2010-03-03T12:39:00.000-08:00

Oh readers ...

Life gets busy ... or complicated ... or just plain intense sometimes. Cane and I still have sex on the brain but we also have our careers, friends and families to nurture. Cane is hard at work and focused on taking his career to a new level. I'm proud of him for it because it takes not only time but great dedication. I'm attempting to do something of a similar sort and fighting for motivation. Sometimes I can't decide if there are not enough hours in the day, or if I'm just slowing down. There is so much to write and so little left over of either of us at the end of the day that we've chosen to actually fuck rather than post about it. It was one or the other, and to be frank the fucking should always take precedent.

A lot of you submitted videos the other week when I asked for recommendations. Thank you! We got a nice variety of clips ... some of you out there are dirty little birds! It's always fun to see what other people are watching, and to even consider things that aren't usually my own cup of tea. Cane and I had fun viewing them together--as well as getting nasty immediately after. I find that even videos that are more humorous than sexy can lead to a fun romp afterwards. Laughter is a big bedroom element for us and I like that.

So, for today's Web Vid Wednesday ... here is a video submitted by one of you (his name was Chris ... thank you Chris!). He mentioned he wished his girlfriend would administer a blow job as enthusiastic as this one. It is a nice blow job by a very cute girl. It's obvious she enjoys giving it almost as much as her boy likes receiving it. I personally found the man's noises and moans a bit off-putting ... I thought it was weird but then Cane mentioned it, too. The dude moaned in a creepy way! But the girl smiles and makes eye contact all throughout the morning event only to thank him for "breakfast" at the end. What a trooper. Definitely a nice bird's eye view of one of Cane's favorite activities. A recent conversation with Cane revealed that he could not make it through life without blow jobs. When I asked if intercourse would suffice, he sweetly informed me that as great as my vagina is, he'd be wishing it had a tongue. Note to Chris: Your girlfriend should see this video. This is the kind of BJ a good girlfriend should LOVE to give her boyfriend. I was pleased when Cane (upon viewing the video) turned to me and said "You give me blow jobs like this all the time!" Damn straight I do.

Enjoy the video HERE ... and keep the suggestions coming! We'll have more slutty goodness for you soon.

SLUT

2010-02-24T20:31:00.000-08:00

That word ... just sitting there alone in all caps seems so ... harsh and ugly. What is a slut? A bad thing? A good thing? Is it shameful to enjoy sex? To seek it out? To have it with others? Should a woman live her life avoiding that title?

Those questions have very obvious answers to me. But then again, even I use the word in more than one way. I call myself "The Secretive Slut" in a teasing sex-positive way. I imply that I present an innocent face to the world, but in private I am a sex fiend. I like it, and yet I have to ask myself why even I feel compelled to hide the extent of my sluttishness from the world. Why, when glimpsing the fake-titted bleach blonde bimbos in Hollywood do I quietly call them a "slut" with a negative intent? How does that differ from what I am? Why has this word become so convoluted?

I think we need to devise a way to differentiate the two ... the good slut from the bad slut. The slut it's fun to be, and the slut you hope you never are. I call myself a slut because I have a raging libido. I can have sex multiple times a day and not be sated. I'm ready to go anytime and all the time. I'm happy to let you wake me up for it. I love sucking cock. I love being fucked. And I'm the kind of girl who will quietly go out of her way to take care of this need when stuck in "single mode." Just like my friend whom I'm about to mention.

Three of our friends share a house. Two of the roommate are guys and one is a girl. The girl is one of my dearest friends on earth. The guys are very close with Cane. One (we'll call him Z) has a crush on my girlfriend ... or should I say "had" a crush. Till he heard her have sex two nights in a row (the walls are thin) ... with two different men. He was disgusted and revolted by the idea that she was sleeping with several men (who don't know about each other). He was incensed that she was not even embarrassed in front of her housemates by it. She hadn't mentioned these hookups to me ... and probably because she knows the prevailing attitudes of the world toward women who have a lot of sex with random partners. Z sheepishly admitted the unfairness of his sentiments, but also confessed he couldn't help it. His crush has vanished ... all he sees when he looks at her is a "slut."

I pointed out that while I am not sure why she hadn't wanted to be a little more clandestine in her hooking up, the fact that she had done what she had done only put her in the ranks of most guys I know (Z included--he has some stories). I think most men (even if it was only a brief youthful period) have experienced fucking lots of women who were unaware of one another. I've heard countless war stories about dudes who got head in a bar bathroom from one "bar slut" only to leave with a different girl, have sex with her ... and then go out on a date the next night and fuck that girl, too. And don't forget how many men have at one point or another cheated on a girlfriend--that means sex with more than one person at a time. Even nice guys don't always see anything wrong with dating a lot of people at once and having sex with all of them (individually). But men get high fives for such behavior. People think it's funny when a dude is managing to juggle a lot of tail at once. Women get branded a "SLUT"--and not in a sexy fun sort of way.

But we women are just as guilty of having these attitudes. I'm disgusted sometimes by male friend's really bawdy tales ... and yet at the same time, I don't find it half as revolting as knowing some girl who falls in bed with a stranger every time she has a little too much to drink. I'm just as guilty of having a double standard as my male counterparts. Women should in essence be allowed to openly enjoy and seek sex--just like men do. If I enjoy sex and love it ... I can call myself a slut. If you enjoy sex and love it ... you can call yourself a slut. If I'm being fucked by Cane, he can call me a slut. But somehow any other use just carries a negative connotation.

Do I think my friend is a negative kind of slut? No. Do I think she is entitled as a single woman to date who she wants and have sex when she wants? Absolutely. Is she making foolish decisions at the moment? Probably. But not because she's tarnishing her reputation with her housemates. It's because I know her and I know what she really wants and all this hooking up is really more about her need for a relationship than a desire to have crazy sex. She's in the process of trying to make several shoes fit in hopes of one sticking. Sex isn't the smartest way to accomplish that. But she has every right to get laid, and as frequently as she would like. I'm of the mind that dating/sleeping with multiple people at once isn't kind or smart--unless you have told everyone about each other. She isn't telling her dates about one another, so these guys are likely assuming more is at play in terms of relationship. Someone could get hurt ... or an STD. But that is the only thing in this situation I frown upon. Her having sex two nights in a row with two different men ... well, I just don't think that makes her some horrible slut as opposed to guys who would happily do the same thing. If I'm totally honest, I'll admit that I've given a BJ to one guy one day ... and turned around and slept with another the next. These things happen. To fuck is human.

Z sees the double standard. He knows it isn't fair, either. He just can't mentally get past his own idea of her ... she fell off the pedestal in his mind and he can't do anything about it. But the truth is that he's probably revolted not by the fact that she was behaving like a slut, but that she wasn't being a slut WITH HIM. Hooking up with your housemate isn't necessarily smart, but he wouldn't have frowned upon that occurring. Once again, double standard. The worst kind of slut is not to be slandered, rather, pitied instead. She sleeps with men seeking affirmation because she has zero self worth. She isn't seeking the pleasure of sex ... she's seeking validation. Sex doesn't validate, it just stimulates. Therefore, this is a tragic and misguided reason to be a slut. Men seldom stick with a girl with no confidence or value in herself ... so such women often drift partner to partner on and on. Pity those sluts. They are the slut you don't want to be.

The other night, Cane had a lot to drink. He was having a good old time. Several of our friends were far too drunk to drive, so they crashed in our living room while we went to bed. To my surprise, Cane was raging horny. He was all over me with everyone right outside our bedroom. I'm loud. He shocked me by holding me down, ripping my legs open and ramming his fingers up inside of me. Every time I gasped he would push his elbow into my neck and whisper "Don't you fucking make a sound. You fucking slut. You love this don't you?" Wow. He rarely brings out the dirty talk and I LOVED it. I loved being called a slut. I loved being treated roughly. He bit my lips so hard I've got cuts on them. I was dripping into his hand and he surprised me by shoving his fingers into my mouth and making me taste myself. "You're a good little slut aren't you? You enjoy tasting yourself on me." Um, YES! When he joined me in tasting it I think I came. I'm not sure. I was in a state of bliss. This was the GOOD slut. The kind you would happily be called over and over. More please.

Too much is wrapped up in this four-letter word. Too many pre-conceived notions and ideas about what it means and how it is defined. No woman, open with her sex life and sexuality, is free from it's brand and negative connotations. So I suppose I remain a slut of the secretive kind ... until the day being open about it doesn't bring unfair scrutiny.

Music to Fuck By

2010-02-20T12:07:00.000-08:00

by Jez

Music is a mood setter. Life is always more exciting with a good soundtrack. When looking at homemade porn I'm always a little giggly when a couple is fucking while something as poppy and UN-sexy as Ricky Martin or Beyonce are belting in the background. Then again, to each his own. But I do believe I have excellent taste when it comes to music worth fucking to ... and Cane and I have definitely enjoyed more than one roll in the hay to our own personal favorites. So, below find our own recommendations for the "Ultimate Sex Playlist"---and feel free to comment with recommendations of your own.

1. ANYTHING BY PORTISHEAD. Ok, if forced to pick a track try "Glory Box." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CO3rzijm3Ac

2. "Hanging on a Curtain" by Morphine http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Ei4Xe5Dlw8

3. "Your Joy is My Low" by IAMX http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yB9e6AnYqrw

4. "Paradise Circus" by Massive Attack http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEgX64n3T7g

5. "A Rapture" by Stereo Alchemy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDgJKVT6wVg

6. "Lovely Head" by Goldfrapp http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NtX4bV31b1c

7. "I'll Carry You" by Halou http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ewjk_xUBLc

8. "The Fuel" by the Sneaker Pimps http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_p_XUzE8qM4

9. "Pretty When You Cry" Vast http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOZ6ptqcbUc

10. "Plague Burial" Teargas and Plateglass http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-ZmLRGeuk0

11. "Lullaby" The Cure http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDJn1GtgpJ8

12. "The Body is a Stairway of Skin" Over the Rhine http://vimeo.com/3235219

13. Something's Burning" 12 Rounds http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXFgVJ7e0H8

14. "Lovesong" by Snake River Conspiracy (ridiculous name ... but trust us) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4M65Qe_VFg

Pic-Fridays X

2010-02-19T19:46:00.000-08:00

Jez Says: I have a weakness when it comes to panties left on during intimate moments. No idea why. Cane has zero interest in lingerie--rather, he likes a girl stark naked. But I still love pretty underwear ... and seeing these images of them with hands reaching into them or roughly tugging at them turns me on in such a fierce way. I go crazy in moments of passion when the urge to fuck is so intense that there is no time to even remove them. Ask Cane about how I react when he just rips them to the side and has his way with me while they remain on my body. It's a bizarre little turn-on of mine that even I don't fully understand. These pictures summon up that feeling for me in both a sweet (picture one) and aggressive (picture two) way.

Cane Says: Decided to change things up from the usual hetro and/or lesbian-friendly to some dude-on-dude action. Again, I'm going to save my general rant about the hypocrisy of the non-vanilla community shunning bi/gay dudes for proper entry. So for now, I submit this scorching hot portrait of bondage and masculinity. The stark black and white, the motion-blur, the obscure faces contribute to the power this picture emits; the thick, throbbing cock of the bound, seized and teased by his captor stirs inside of my a submissive side rarely seen (Jez/strap-on action withstanding).

Web-Vid Wednesdays: A Call for PORN!

2010-02-17T12:26:00.000-08:00

Merry Web-Vid Wednesday dear readers:

Porn is time consuming. I'm assuming most of you have done your own searches from time to time. If so, then you recognize the vast and endless rabbit hole one winds up falling into. You can literally spend HOURS rabbit-trailing into endless realms of web-clips. And the worst part? You still might not find what you are looking for.

Anyone who has followed this blog for long knows that I (Jez) tend to be a bit of a porn snob. I like porn to feel real, like I'm a fly on the wall of something actually happening. I HATE pretense (especially because it's handled so badly and cheaply in most porn). I admit my standards can be a bit ridiculous. But occasionally you do find those lovely little gems ... relatively attractive people engaged in intimate, hardcore or just sexy moments. Cane is not as demanding as I am, but even he admits that there is a lot of really bad porn out there. I just can't get turned on by a 35 year old porn star with fake tits pretending to be a 17 year old birthday girl preparing to lose her virginity. I just can't. I CAN laugh my ass off, however, every time she chirps in a baby voice "Oooooh, baby, this is the best birthday present ever!" while looking at some juice-head's dick.

So instead of trying to find things that appeal to just us ... let's try something new. This entry is a call for submissions from you readers. Come on now ... I'm willing to bet a lot of you have favorite and well loved clips bookmarked or hidden on your hard drives. Share it with us! Tell us why you like it, even if it's just one aspect of it (because we all have to make concessions when it comes to free porn). We'll give the clip our own review and post it here. I think it's interesting to see the different things that appeal to different people and honestly it might start a good dialogue on a variety of subjects. So send us things you like and have found out there in the free porn universe.

Please email us; our email address is in our profile. I'd post it right here, but "spider-bots" will find it, then we'll start getting spammed relentlessly. Or, you can use the formspring box in the side-bar and submit anonymously.

....Because good porn should be shared. xo

My Horny Valentine

2010-02-14T15:02:00.000-08:00

Well readers, it is time for me to admit that I do like "Valentines Day." Some tout it as a commercial cash-in on consumer's need for affirmation. Others simply look to it as a source of validation, an annoying obligation to their spouse or lover ... or even angrily view it as a stupid holiday that presumes it's not important to express love to a lover every other day. I even have girlfriends who staunchly refuse to acknowledge it--disgusted by a day that reminds them of their solitude. I always liked it--even when I was single. I am of the mind that any day that reminds us to reflect on the gift of romance (or even the absence of it) is a good one. I love to be challenged to be introspective and self-examine. I love a good excuse to heap extra doses of romantic goo all over Cane. I love LOVE.

This is a sex blog--and while (as Woody Allen so delightfully said) "Sex without love is an empty experience, but as far as empty experiences go, it's the best"--I have to say that I have always found that sex without love is never as precious or meaningful as the sex I have within the confines of it. Today I am grateful for Cane--for a man who truly loves me. He fucks me silly. Treats me like a dirty whore in bed. But outside of it, he brings me cupcakes when I have a bad day. He cooks for me when I'm sick. He holds me when I cry over some of the more painful experiences in life. He doesn't yell "GROSS!" when I am puffy and without makeup. He makes me laugh when I am cranky. He has been willing to grow and become more of a Man for me--letting go of his single wild-boy ways. His company outside of the bedroom is just as wonderful as in it--he makes me laugh and enjoys the same nerdy things that I do. I can't imagine my world without him. I love him in ways that words only serve to cheapen. I love him unconditionally.

So today I reflect on love. There are two kinds of love in this world. Selfish love and unconditional love. Selfish love is far more common than unconditional love. Most of us don't naturally grow up able to love unconditionally. It's a kind of love that has to be striven for ... worked for ... grown into.

Selfish love is the kind that seeks its own validation and edification. Those who practice it will choose to enforce their own ideals in a relationship ... to push their partner to say what they need/want to hear ... they will ignore or try to alter that which scares/disagrees with their own desires ... they will require that their lover conform to their own standards and balance is always off when things don't measure up to their expectations. Selfish love is a fantasy love. You have to live in non-reality and you prefer to survive on half-truths. You deny your partner the ability to speak freely. You force your partner to hide parts of themselves. You actually build a wall of lies between you over time ... one which you happily built for your own security, but then become resentful of.

Unconditional love is the kind that seeks the chance to pour itself in full completely into another vessel. It longs to know all there is know of the other person. It craves truth and disclosure because these things allow the love to be fully unconditional--the lover is like a book that must be read in full over and over--cherished like a treasure. It suffers at the idea that the other would need to hide any part of themselves like a scholar who grieves the absence of an answer to an essential formula. It wants to love both the beauty and the flaws. The pure and the profane. It longs to merge in full in such a way that it no longer is identifiable as an individual ... but instead becomes like a tributary that flows into it's lover ... helping it become the mighty river or ocean that he/she knows it can be.

So today I celebrate the beauty of loving someone the way I do Cane--and the way he loves me. This is why we are able to communicate the way we do--the reason we are able to have this blog. May all of you be so fortunate. Happy Valentines Day ... may you love someone the way you wish to be loved in return.

Her: V

2010-02-13T14:13:00.000-08:00

My V for the eve of Valentine's.

Pic-Fridays VIIII

2010-02-12T19:55:00.001-08:00

Every Friday, we present choice-cuts of photo-erotica, as discovered in the dark depths of the abyss that is the internet.

Jez says: It's Valentine's Day week so I'm not going to apologize for my somewhat sappy selection. I think this photo is pretttttttty. I love the way she is kissing him. It's obviously hot that they are both naked. There is something sensual about the juxtaposition of his tattoos and hairy legs against her smooth silky skin. But the best thing about this image is the way their bodies fit together. It looks to me like they were perfectly made to fit against each other in this way. There have been many times while straddling Cane, bent forward with my head on his chest or locked in a kiss where I've mused (both out loud and to myself) that our bodies are like puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. I love the way that notion feels physically--it's both sexy and sweet.

Cane says: Indeed it is Valentine's Day... but this day of love is not limited to traditional couples only. So, that's why I've chosen this picture of these two people-- who just so happen to be both female-- in the throws of love and intimacy. Yes, I want to show my support and recognize that love knows no gender, color, or sexual orientation. Yup. That's the only reason I'd post this picture... and NOT because it has oiled up lesbians. Pffft, please people... I totally have more integrity than to just post two lesbians, naked and making out, for exploitative means. How dare you.

A cherished photo ...

2010-02-11T14:52:00.000-08:00

With Valentine's Day right around the corner I thought I'd share with you a treasure of mine. It's not expensive. It's not as salacious as most might hope for ... and it's not even that unique in terms of what it is and how it's composed. But what makes it precious is that it is MINE and was made for ME and depicts something I adore.

Cane sent me a series of photos when we first started seeing each other a number of years back. This is the tamest one (I will never share the others--those are all mine). I love the image because it reminds me of how crazy I was about this man I was just getting to know. I love remembering how insane I felt because it was being sent to me across country during the holidays when we couldn't be together. I remember touching myself right after I received it. I remember thinking that I couldn't be any more attracted to a human being than I was to this man.

I was so wrong about that. He hasn't sent me a naughty cell phone photo in a long time. We live together and we know each other inside & out. His country has been completely discovered. I know the language. The mystery is gone in a conventional sense. And I love him more than ever. I love his heart, mind & soul even more than I love his body.

But ohhhhh how I love that body. My treasured cell phone picture is a good reminder of that.

Web-Vid Wednesday VIIII

2010-02-10T21:31:00.000-08:00

This week’s selection: A man’s hot-wife is Hot-Wife’d out to a stud who pleasures her for her hubby’s viewing pleasure.

CLICK HERE (but come back!)

Jez Says: I chose the video this week ... mostly because Cane and I had a conversation prior about his hotwife/cuckold blend of fantasies. This led to me looking up videos of such scenarios out of curiosity. I love Cane. I love turning him on. Since this turns him on, I want to understand it more. Simple enough, right?

I chose this one because the husband is actually there--and I liked the fact that they cut to an interview with the couple a few times. It made the idea that this was a first time experience for the two feel more believable. You could hear the husband moaning and responding to what is being done to his wife as well. And she kept talking to him and asking him how he liked what was going on. This particular clip was the best example of what Cane has described to me--the turn on of watching your wife/girlfriend get pleasured by someone else, while she tells you how amazing it feels and encourages you to stroke yourself, etc. The way the husband reacts ... well, I just wish there was video of the pounding he gave her later.

I also chose it for a personally amusing reason. Cane told me last week that he knows I love it from behind, but our bed tends to make it difficult to really pound hard. He laughingly suggested that he wear his gym shoes pound me on the couch, using the shoes to get better traction on the floor. We both giggled hard at the idea of him naked in his running shoes. The stud in this video is TOTALLY wearing running shoes (while naked) as he pounds the wife from behind. I absolutely started giggling when I noticed it.

Cane Says: Really delving into this fantasy is probably better suited for a separate article, but the long-short of it is, yes-- I truly desire to see Jez get fucked by another man.... and this video is an absolutely perfect example of what I’m talking about. Well, not so much the totally gross juiced-up, overly-geled, orange-skinned douche with a soul-patch; nor the florescent-lit room with the cheap leather couch. But talent and backdrop nonwithstanding, watching Jez be pleasured from the point of view of an observer, topped with the should-be reverent fact that I’M supposed to be the only one doing such carnal things with/to her... well, just the thought of that will get me hard no matter where I am, what I’m doing, or what time it is.

I know it sounds a little twisted, but I’m so touched that Jez is making the effort to research and to try to understand the appeal cuckolding and hot-wife’ing holds to some people, myself included. It’s something that she didn’t really understand and was very unsure of from a moral standpoint... but after having a LONG conversation where I broke down each fetish to their (for lack of a better word) “psychological” roots, she began to understand what I find so very hot about it and why I long to see a big dick plunge into her, while I sit back and watch.

As far as the video goes... yeah, no...it’s not very good. But it’s the scenario... putting myself in the place of the husband, Jez in the place of dye-job McGross-Boobs, and some amazingly gorgeous man in the place of the Jersey Shore reject, that I truly get off on this vid. However, like Jez mentioned, I do like the fact that they interview the couple; it makes you connect to the scenario so much more than if it was just set-up with a line or two, then went straight to fucking. Who thought a porn would ever have character integrity?!

Send Neuds Pleaz ...

2010-02-10T13:39:00.000-08:00

Jez here ... just a quick observation. The internet is an amusing place. If you want to see a dog that is best friends with an elephant a quick google search will give you exactly that. If you've ever wondered what a hermaphrodite's genitals look like--well, google will give you great examples. Not sure if the rash you have is poison ivy? Wondering if the spider you found in your closet is a deadly black widow? Google, google GOOGLE. Images and websites abound for about any need, desire or query you might ever have.

Which leads me to what I find so amusing and annoying. Who are the people who come to a blog like this and submit requests via email & formspring along the lines of "send neuds pleaz" or "wud you look at my dick?" Aside from the lack of spelling or grammatical skills, what is truly appalling is the lack of any attempt at communicating anything beyond a basic demand/request. You say nothing complimentary. You don't even TRY to butter me up or connect with me. You aren't even TRYING at all.

If you want to see nude pictures, our blog has quite a few and will likely produce many, many more with time. If your need exceeds our current offering, well ... go google up some nudes. I assure you there are a gazillion out there. If you want someone to look at your appendange, then start a blog and post pictures of it. Soliciting me on this blog isn't really the best way to meet your exhibitionist needs. I'm too busy laughing at bad spelling and making fun of moronic messages to respond to them.

That said, if you take the time to compose an actual message ... say something of substance ... or at least craft a well written question that sounds like more than some depraved porn addict demanding "pussy" ... you will more than likely get a good reply. Cane and I are nice people. We love to interact with you. But we do have standards (though we have been known to forgive bad spelling if the message is awesome).

As always ... you can email (use the link on our profile page) or hit us up anonymously through our formspring. But make it worth our while. The Secretive Slut is a privilege, not a right.

Q/A Part 1

2010-02-08T21:29:00.000-08:00

Where do you live?
Milky-Way galaxy. Right next to Andromeda.

How old are you two?
Old enough to legally post naked pictures of ourselves; young enough to still be vain about our body image. Oh so vain.

What are you alter-egos?
We both have big corporate jobs. That said, we'd get so fired if they found out our bits and pieces have been posted on the internet. So, while you won't see either of our faces anytime soon, I’m sure you're coming to our blog to see “other parts”. But we’re preeeeeeetty.

Are you really a whore?
I do this shit for free.

Are you swingers?
While we whole-heartedly embrace our swinger brethren (they have some of the best blogs), we are not currently active in “The Lifestyle”, as it is generally defined. However, we would LOVE to get into MGS (monogamous group sex) with one or many couples. Also, Jezebel has a fierce exhibition streak, and is on an ever-quest for the right venue for us (she's such a snob).

As for Cane's fantasies becoming reality, as well as other carnal things that dwell in the shadows of our bedroom... loyal readers, keep reading.

Have a question or comment? Feel free to use the Formspring box in the side-panel, or you can drop us an email anytime (email address found in our profile). And there are such things as dumb questions, so please don’t be an idiot.

The Jez Files: The Fireman

2010-02-08T12:42:00.000-08:00

Cane enjoys my regaling him with tales of my past exploits. I'm always obliged to give him what he wants (because he then gives me what I want!). So, dear readers, today I'm going to tell you about one of his favorites ... the Fireman. Please feel free to insert all obvious jokes about hoses, etc, here. Har, har.

We've all seen the episode of "Sex and the City" where Samantha sets out to have her fantasy fulfilled of getting it on with a fireman. Personally, I've never been one to get off on vocation scenarios. The job doesn't turn me on. The "outfit" doesn't turn me on (I'm not a uniform fetishist by any means). But I suppose it's safe to assume that most men that pursue that particular profession are very physically masculine ... the job does demand a masculine edge, right? (Before anyone grows offended and thinks I am implying that women don't make good firefighters, just relax. I'm talking about archetypes here.)

I was going through a period of frustration--recently having broken up with a musician. Musicians are not the most masculine men in my book. Even when physically ripped they are such emotional creatures. They spend a lot of time looking in the mirror or wrestling with self-loathing ... or both at once. You can talk philosophy, religion, art and culture with them. They'll write you songs about how you make them feel. They feel. Deeply. Sometimes it is inspiring ... sometimes it's too much. And after the allure wears off you will occasionally find that your musician lover has managed to force you on to their own emotionally manic roller coaster. Where's the virile man who can build things with his hands and throw you over his shoulder? I'll tell you one thing ... he isn't sitting in a dark room writing a song about a girl that broke up with him when he was 17. Sheeesh.

So as you might infer, I was a bit over dating creative types. I wanted a cowboy ... someone who knew how to take care of himself ... and me. Someone who wasn't a crybaby. I think in my own bitter haze I was obsessed with dating men who I thought would never need prozac ... or wear jeans smaller than my own.

Enter the fireman. I met him on a fluke through a job. He was a few years younger than me ... and very handsome. He was of spanish descent and had golden skin ... dark wavy hair ... and rugged good looks. I had watched women throw themselves at him--and I proceeded to do what I usually do when attracted to someone. I ignored him.

I don't think he was used to being ignored. He began a campaign of seeking me out. Waiting at the coffee shop where he knew I'd get my morning coffee. Insisting on sitting with me and chatting. I was amused because he was so obvious ... there was no pretense about this man. He would beam at me and tell me how beautiful I looked, offer to lift heavy things for me, and always opened doors. I watched one afternoon as he jumped to the aid of a man having a heart attack. Turns out he was also trained as a paramedic. Hot. Upon returning to my table after the heroic deed was done, he blushed and insisted it was nothing. And I realized he didn't even KNOW how much more attractive the situation had made him.

I did the girl thing of telling myself he was too young. I enjoyed his attention and flattery and kept finding sly ways of avoiding going on an actual date with him. I forgot that being manly also meant having courage. He called me one night and essentially called me out. "You know I want to take you out." He might be young, but he was man enough to be direct. That deserved a chance in my book.

He was shy all evening. It was adorable seeing this big, muscular man peering sideways at me and grinning like a kid. His dimples were precious. But I liked him better silent. The truth is that we had very little in common and very little to talk about. He had insisted on cooking dinner for me at his apartment. Clever man. Makes it so much easier to get laid.

We ate and drank. A lot. The burden of conversation was entirely on me. But he was such an eager audience that it didn't bother me at the time. I could tell my artistic nature fascinated him--I was like some strange creature to him. He complimented me to the point that it almost became hilarious. Eventually we both realized how late it had become.

He leaned and kissed my cheek ... drifting to my ear to whisper "Please stay." It was the most interesting thing he had said all night.

His eyes were heavy from the alcohol. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply. He had successfully made me feel worshipped all evening ... my willpower was gone.

We made out like school kids on the couch. He joked that he would give me a hickey and when I laughed he took it as a challenge. We wrestled wildly as he pinned me and gave me a junior high sized suck-mark on my neck. I was laughing, but also turned on. He started kissing me hard and I kissed back. He ran his hands up and down the side of my body. I loved the way his large hands grabbed me, clenching on to my ass and upper thighs.

Suddenly, without warning, he stood up and picked me up off the couch in one move. Like a true fireman, he carried me up the stairs.

Once in his bedroom he placed me on his bed. He lay down on top of me and continued to kiss my neck. He kissed down to the space between my breasts and whispered against me "I've been lusting after you since day one. I think you are so perfect." What girl doesn't melt at a compliment like that? Well played, fireman, well played. My shirt came off in seconds. I ripped his off. I finally got to see the abs all the girls were oogling through his uniform t-shirt. They were lovely. But he didn't give me much time to admire him ... he was ripping my bra off and struggling to unbutton my jeans.

He trailed his fingers down into the top of my panties. He began to massage my clit gently. I heard him exhale deeply. I wondered what his cock was doing ... if it was growing in his boxers.

He slipped a finger in and I gasped. I struggled but he firmly held me down. "I'm not letting you get away" he laughed into my ear.

With that he slid down my panties and lowered his face to my pussy. The lights were on. He stared at it for a moment (long enough that I got self conscious--having thoughts like "Oh great. He must prefer completely bald"). He grinned up at me like a kid on Christmas. "I have to take a second and get a good look. I've been wanting this a long time." Whew ... I guess the situation down there met with approval.

He dove in with his tongue and I squealed. He didn't take his time and build momentum ... he just went at it. He lapped at me like a cat and then stiffened his tongue and used it to fuck my opening. I was screaming almost immediately. His roommate was wide awake by now.

It was too much and I begged him to stop. He resisted, but when I told him I needed his cock in my mouth he was off me in seconds. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. His erection was already huge through his boxes. I slowly pulled them off to reveal a very healthy dick. Standing at full attention it must have been at least 8 and a half inches. His balls were tight and he lay there motionless ... I realized just a breath on him might send him over the edge. This would be fun.

I started with his balls ... lightly licking and nibbling. Swirled my tongue across his perineum. And then out of nowhere sucked the tip of his cock for a mere second. He gasped and tried to reach for me. I shoved his hands away and told him he wasn't allowed to touch me. He grinned and promised he'd try. I slowly took his entire cock into my mouth and pushed it far back into my throat. He moaned and cursed softly. I started slowly drifting up and down the length of his penis. When I would reach the head I would swirl my tongue on it for a moment before pushing his cock quickly back into the recesses of my throat. "FUCK!" he screamed.

I worked his dick for a while before I used my right hand to begin tickling his balls. He was writhing and moaning like a girl. This manly man. Occasionally I would have to push his arms forcibly away and back onto the bed. I was in control.

Suddenly he grabbed my face and took over. "I could have come 13 times by now. But I don't want to yet."

He flipped me over and onto my back. "I have to be inside of you." I was so wet at this point that I was hard pressed to disagree. I could still taste his precum as he positioned himself and pushed his way inside.

It hurt a little ... in a good way. He gasped again as he made it all the way in. I could tell he was fighting the urge to orgasm. He began thrusting ... going slow until his cock was 2/3rds in ... and then slamming into me with the last bit. I couldn't make a sound I was so overwhelmed. I realized he was gazing at me as he thrust and I felt shy. He leaned down and kissed me fervently. He whimpered against me. It felt amazing.

"I want you to do me from behind." I begged. I love being taken in that position. It feels so submissive.

He flipped me over and I found myself on all fours. I felt him gently navigating himself and demanded "GIVE IT TO ME HARD." In a flash he was pounding me. My cervix was taking a beating and I lost my breath as my entire chest exploded into tingles. He pounded away for several minutes while I screamed like a banshee. Then he proclaimed "Oh ... I'm going to come!"

I jerked away and said "No ... not yet." He looked shocked as I threw him back onto the bed and took his cock in my mouth yet again. I worked the shaft violently, echoing the rough thrusts of moments before. He made animal noises and bucked wildly while I gagged on his dick.

"Oh ... God ... Oh ... FUCK ... AHHHHHHHHHH." I ripped my head away just in time for his cum to shoot all over my chest. He wasn't expecting that. I wasn't expecting there to be so much of it. His eyes rolled up in the back of his head and I thought he had passed out.

After I cleaned myself off I lay down behind him--in a spoon. He murmured "That was a dream come true."

I whispered back teasing "What if you found out I used to be a dude?"

He replied "I'd still say that was the best fucking blow job I've ever gotten." The last thing I remember is laughing ... the rest was sleep.

Her: Crest

2010-02-06T08:44:00.000-08:00

Cane captured this rather lovely portrait of my ass, before he fucked it.

Pic-Fridays VIII

2010-02-05T12:15:00.000-08:00

Every Friday, we present choice-cuts of photo-erotica, as discovered in the dark depths of the abyss that is the internet.

Jez says: I like this picture's composition. The tones/lighting/color. It looks like it feels ... that lazy hazy time in bed with your lover when you are both touching one another ... before things get fully heated and wild. The slow build you start to feel from grasping one another's parts and feeling the other become.

Cane says: I definitely like this pictures for its depiction of wanton submission; it seems like the girl is being fed her daily dose of semen, only too hungry and eager for it, like a baby-bird chirping at the arrival of a meal from its mother. But actually what impresses me most are the technical aspects of the composition. In other words: This is just a cool-as-shit picture.

Back In the Saddle

2010-02-04T13:24:00.000-08:00

an ode to Reverse Cowgirl

by Jezebel

[enjoy these pics of me riding my favorite stud!]

There is something to be said for switching positions, trying something different or new ... or just changing up the routine in bed. But when it comes to giving Cane a sure-fire super-awesome orgasm, I always know what position is golden. Reverse Cowgirl.

Confession time: I'm one of those girls who didn't enjoy being on top in her early days. It was a combination of insecurity (every girl imagines herself flapping and jiggling awkwardly while trying to balance and not break some hapless guy's dick) and just not comprehending the power one has when on top. Since men are not all the same, I'd met some who wanted it fast and furious and others who acted like their cock was going to shatter if I didn't move in very specific controlled ways. Sure, I occasionally did it when asked, but it was never my favorite. Plus my hip does this really weird popping thing. Seriously ... it sounds like I'm a geriatric with a need for hip replacement. "Oh yeah ... feels so good (*pop*) ... Ohhhhh (*click*) ... " Decidedly not sexy in a 22 year old's mind. But because I am awesome, no guy ever KNEW about my paranoia. I was smart enough to act all into it ... but you never heard me ASKING to be on top.

Then somewhere along the way age, maturity and a sense of sexual confidence kick in. Who cares if my hip clicks sometimes? Sure my boobs look weird due to gravity's pull ... but who gives a damn?! This feeeeeeeeeeeels good. When I move just right there are thrusts that hit deep parts of me that I had no idea existed. And the exhibitionist in me loves seeing Cane laying there, all prone and vulnerable watching me ride him into the orgasm land.

So I got over my aversion to being on top. And that is when I discovered something truly fantastic. Reverse Cowgirl, a position I had long heard revered by other women that I had simply tried half-heartedly but not really paid attention to ... was FUCKING AMAZING. Holy hell. I don't know that it's possible to explain fully what makes the position so mind-blowing. I think it encompasses several things: namely that in this position the cock hits at a totally unique angle inside, I get off knowing Cane is getting an eye-full of what he loves most (ass), Cane gets off staring at his beloved rear-view (which means he gets deliciously carried away and delivers slaps and pinches that show he's excited which in turn makes me MORE excited), I get to pay more attention to his balls while fucking him, and the orgasm that Cane has from this position is like the 9th wonder of the world. His orgasm is so intense and so VOCAL that it often ushers my orgasm into happening. I cannot stress how amazing it is to hear the man beneath your legs gasping, shuddering and moaning like that. I instantly feel like some sort of sex goddess--"Yeah. I did that."

And now that I'm aware and secure enough not to be shy about it, it's fun to try leaning and adjusting my torso to have different effects on the angle his cock hits me at. The noises he makes are good indicators of what feels the best. It's unbelievably strange and hot to feel him hitting my stomach. MY STOMACH. How the heck is it hitting there? (Insert Cane: "Tell them how big I am! Tell them that I almost perforate your stomach! My dick is dangerous!"----Ok, Cane ... they get it ... can I please tell this my way?) And you know what else makes it fun? The fact that the boy now has his hands free to touch me. He isn't leaning on anything or having to prop himself up. He can grope my breasts ... slap my ass ... grip my hips. These are things I really get off on.

Why is it so wonderful? Well ... technically it is said: "It serves to stimulate the most sensitive parts of the man's penis as a result of the way it is forced to bend while at the same time rubbing on the female G-spot and clitoris simultaneously." Oh, ok. That makes sense. I think Cane explained it like this "I LOVE THIS POSITION!" and mine is more like "Oh fuck yes!" But that one is far more articulate.

So, this is my ode to Reverse Cowgirl. I'm sorry I didn't give you the chance you deserved initially, but like the plain girl in high school that graduated and blossomed into a knockout ... you have my attention now.

Web-Vid Wednesday VIII

2010-02-03T21:17:00.000-08:00

This week's selection: A pair of couples get down to coupling.

Click HERE (but come back!)

Jez says: Today is going to be a half-ass Web-Vid Wednesday, as I am sick as a... (you know, how "sick" do "dogs" get, anyway?) Anyhow, today's clip really isn't all that original and the people in it are pedestrian porn-actors at best, BUT they do seem into it, as I'm finding most of the "actors" are from Vivthomas. I will also say, the editing in this video is quite good, keeping the momentum moving at an unusually fast pace for a porn... which I think I like.

But what I like most about this is that it's very topical to something Cane and I have been discussing recently and wanting to get into: MGS-- that is, "monogamous group sex". We really want to find another couple or small group of couples and all get down &dirty in the same room.... and this video only spurs that urge more!

Cane says: (over the phone with Jez taking dictation) Hello readers... I'm currently driving around at 9:30 at night, trying to find somewhere that is still serving fresh chicken-noodle soup, as my sick-as-Hell lady-lover pretty much looks and sounds like Linda Blaire from The Exorcist... HEY! THAT'S NOT FUCKING NICE, DICK!.... sorry, honey... i mean she looks like a young Nicole Kidman, framed beautifully against the backdrop of an open countryside from that movie, "Far and Away". ...YOU THINK I LOOK LIKE THAT FROZEN-FACED CREEPY MANNEQUIN?!... no dear, whatever you want to look like, you're beautiful. Anyway, I'm not able to review this week's video, but Jez described it to me over the phone, and yes, it only serves to get me thinking more about hosting a monogamous orgy. Jez craves nothing more than to fuck in front of an audience. My question is, who will be in that audience?

Him: Choke

2010-02-02T09:30:00.000-08:00

Cane at work.

Ass Wrap!

2010-01-30T13:56:00.000-08:00

So ends our inaugural "Ass Week, 2010" (sniffle)! I hope all the pictures and articles were as arousing as they were intended to be!

For all you boys out there who still have your anal-cherry, I hope you'll consider losing it to your woman (or man), because being a bottom can be just as rewarding! Be sure to write us and tell us how it goes!

Finally, to bookend this wondrous week of ass, below is yet another picture of my lovely bud. Well, Cane says it's lovely, at least ;-)

Pic-Fridays VII

2010-01-29T15:56:00.000-08:00

Every Friday, we present choice-cuts of photo-erotica, as discovered in the dark depths of the abyss that is the internet.

Jez says: I like this picture because it's oddly intimate for a shot of a strap-on in action. Most photographs are always so aggressive in nature--but this one has a quality about it that makes me want to believe that they are really lovers. The man is masculine. The woman is feminine. And she is about to penetrate him. I'm always a sucker for black & white photographs as well.

I'm also thinking this might be a better position for Cane and I to try--so he can control the depth and the thrusts. Sans those wretched french tips!

Cane says: I yarn a lot about MMF’s, so I thought I’d change it up a bit. What seems like your standard male-fantasy of two women at once is slightly askew, as one lovely gal is slipping him a digit; it’s just something you don’t see too often out in the open, and that makes me appreciate it all the more. This pic makes me wonder what else is in store for this lucky-lad’s bum and a two:one ratio!

Strap-On Nation

2010-01-28T11:11:00.000-08:00

....A feminine reflection on penetrating the male.
by Jezebel

I love fucking Cane in the ass. I absolutely go wild. There is one fundamental aspect of sex that is ALWAYS essential for me to really enjoy it. I want to feel owned ... to feel dominated ... out of control. Probably why I really get off on doggy style; something about the position suggests being powerless. You are being used and dominated by a cock. I love the weight of the man on top ... the idea that I can't free myself ... the fact that I can't control the pace. Want to see me really lose it in bed? Take the control away from me.

or ...

Give it all to me and abandon the wheel. The pleasure of plowing into Cane has been insanely hot; he moans like an owned man... completely at my mercy. Those moments where he gasps are like heroin to me. addictive. I can go fast ... or slow ... it's all up to me. I love it when he catches his breath and I realize that a thrust has given him some incredible sensation. I am theoretically inside of him ... and that is unbelievably hot, too. He whimpers. He sighs. He is all mine.

I love dominating him. I even enjoy those moments he begs me to be more gentle (though I want to note here to female readers that it is ESSENTIAL to heed this request) because it confirms that I am indeed in control. And the possessive side of me wants to own every inch of this man ... even what is inside.

You know what is amazing? When you fuck a man just right in the ass, he will turn around and fuck you so hard you think you've won the lottery. I think next time I should make him suck “my cock”. Let him feel what it's like to choke on a member. I have a feeling he'll love it as much as i do.

Now Cane already gave a very nice male perspective on approaching anal ... but I think it might benefit some of you out there to get the feminine perspective.

Cane and I have definitely found that this blog is helping to motivate us to be more honest about sex--what we like, what we want, and yes ... those things that typically are hard to express. You know what I'm talking about ... most of us have a few desires that fill us with shame. Even if we know better. Even if we possess the most amazing partner in the universe who loves us and adores us regardless. Certain things are just so damn difficult to be open about.

But Cane is willing to try and be open--to have a conversation even about the most terrifying of subjects (for a male) ... taking it up the ass. Cane will be the first to tell you, it wasn't an easy conversation for him to have. Sure ... over the years he's hinted at being interested. He's occasionally (in a hot and heavy moment) conveyed his desire. He even bravely broached his bisexuality (gently saying he thought he was a tiny bit so). But when it came down to really making strap-ons and anal a regular part of our sex life HE was the one that always seemed reluctant.

Here's the deal: Googling other blogs and checking out the popular male voice on the subject, it's obvious: Most men in heterosexual relationships are terrified of anal on some level. Even if they have the guts to let you do it a few times, even if they really REALLY enjoy it ... there is this self-imposed stigma that permeates the world. "She'll think less of me. I'll be less of a man in her eyes" or "She's going to worry I'm gay" or even "What if it freaks her out if I love it too much?" The anus is a very vulnerable spot for all of us, and truth be told it's easy to overanalyze the consequences of using the back door. I don't blame men. I believe this issue for them can take them emotionally down the same rabbit hole that some women go down when they agonize over "will he think I'm a slut if I sleep with him right away?" There is the idea that you'll do some sort of damage that can't be fixed. That you'll be forever changed in your partner's eyes. And likely you will ... but that isn't a bad thing as long as you communicate the entire time. Talking about it can bring you closer. I swear.

You see, Cane and I discussed this recently. I knew he loved it. I knew he wanted it. But I couldn't quite comprehend why it doesn't happen much. I can count on one hand the number of times I've had his ass--and we've been together 2 years. The reluctance confused me. Typical female, I actually felt a little rejected. Way to go Jez, why don't you make it about yourself. What men have to remember is that just because it's YOUR ASS being discussed doesn't mean that your girlfriend or wife isn't being affected by the situation. If you've indicated any level of interest, but then not gone there, then she may very well be convinced that your reluctance is because of her ... for all sorts of reasons.

We talked about it. He was beautifully honest. He expressed his concerns, reservations--and they all made sense. I'm a loving partner. Very supportive. But we all have internal dialogues with ourselves that aren't always easy to silence. He was dealing with his own.

I don't need to regale you with details on our own personal conversation about the subject. The truth is that I love him unconditionally and I want to meet his needs and desires. He had to make me understand that his issues were independent of me. More or less, I want to address those (men) of you out there and set the record straight. There are a lot of you who struggle in this area and I think it's unfair. So here are several things you need to know from the female perspective:

1. Enjoying anal sex (meaning YOU taking it in the ass) should not make a woman question your heterosexuality. Gay men want to be fucked by other men. Not just have a dildo in their ass. Applying that logic, you (as a straight male) are not gay--your arousal is due to having a woman on the other end, donning a strap-on and owning you. Having something in your ass is not an indicator of sexuality. Relax. Would you call a woman a lesbian because she wants oral? Does a dildo in a woman mean she’s cheating on you? Of course not, silly.

2. Poo happens. Cane covered this effectively--but I just want to reiterate from the female side that we, too, have to be forgiving and understanding of what might happen when we use the exit for entry.

3. A real man is the man who knows how to talk about what he is feeling. This means if he wants to feel a cock in his ass he is capable of saying "Hey honey, how about railing me with your strap-on?" A real man is comfortable in his own skin and unafraid of what his penchants suggest about him. He KNOWS who he is. He'll tell you and he'll happily explain his various tastes and interests to you (his partner). He won't get angry or insecure ... well, okay let's just admit there is a learning curve here and say that if he starts to, he'll apologize and try to be more open later. It takes practice, but we all are capable. Your partner's feelings matter. They should be somewhat open to what you are wanting, but you have to be prepared for their own emotions. Be as honest as you can in answering questions. Don't retreat into silence or shyness when you feel exposed by their probing. Your partner wants to understand you. This can bring you even closer if you lay all your cards on the table. If you refuse to be totally open, you will risk damaging the relationship--because women are guilty of reading into things and making the wrong assumptions. Truth and candidness are the best ways to combat misunderstanding.

We all get a little insecure from time to time. And it makes sense that it can happen to any of us. Society dictates so many ideas about male/female roles and often makes us feel conflicted in admitting what we want.

The key is to not let your insecurity bend you over and have it's way with you ... the key is to leave that to your partner.

(***note: unfortunately, the photos in this entry are not us. But do not fret, Secretive Slut strap-on pics are in the works!)

Web-Vid Wednesday VII

2010-01-27T19:07:00.000-08:00

This week’s selection: It’s Ass-Week 2010 at the Secretive Slut, so let’s watch a REALLY enthusiastic girl be pounded harder than Cane would in his first night at a federal prison (get it? because Cane is soooo pretty!).

CLICK HERE (but come back!)

Jez says: Though personally my own rear end isn't ready for such rough-housing ... you have to hand it to the girl in this one as she's totally game for a pounding on her back door. I think it's more her enthusiasm than anything that makes this one fun to watch. I loved the way she reached her arm up and back to wrap around his neck. She and he are obviously in unison about the pacing. It was a tiny bit disconcerting when voices come out of nowhere giving directives to her. I had no idea there would be audience participation. But our heroine quickly gives them what they want and crows as he goes as deep as he can. Wow.

Pleasure? Pain? The guy never ceases to ram her hard. I didn't think she could be any more excited until I saw her blow him at the end. If she was faking for the camera, I'd never know it. She is still moaning and begging all the way until he climaxes deep in her throat. Bravo.

Cane says: I know I’ve been desensitized when I consider anal-porn vids pretty vanilla. Not that I didn’t appreciate the ardent devotion this chick had for hosting someone in her pooper... nary are girls in porn who I really believe are getting the fucking of a lifetime they seem to otherwise vocally impart. But not this chick: she LOVES the punishment her most private hole is getting... so cheers!

But I found sifting through literally dozens and dozens of anal-clips with Jez, I just found myself bored and uninterested; I mean at least give me a quality DAP (double-anal) that doesn’t star your typical super-skank. Alas, for all the perverted, shame-filled thoughts I have about sex, I barely raise an eyebrow to straight-forward anal.

(and on a side-note: this chick’s back is RIPPED. Definitely a former gymnast or swimmer.)

However, as mentioned, this girl’s feverish ass-in-heat paired with a nice big cock (despite some serious gardening needed), is a pretty raw, down&dirty quickie.

...ATM’s still weird me out, though, man.

Her: Where It Shines

2010-01-26T09:16:00.000-08:00

With Cane's ass getting the spotlight yesterday, it's my turn now! (well, a photo, at least)... My ass is always such an attention whore.

And the irony does not escape me that I'd rather show you my holiest of holes... instead of my face.