Sex… with a penis

As a female writer who enjoys exploring the unknown, I sometimes write stories from the point of view of a male protagonist. As I often write graphic sex scenes, so I find myself trying to imagine what it would be like to have sex – from the point of view of the guy attached to the penis. What sparks the desire to seduce a particular woman? If my intention is to look for sex, what is it that draws me to one woman above others? Her looks, her figure, her laugh… her scent. Or is it that she’s looking at me, hinting that she’s interested?

And if sex isn’t my motivation for being amongst people, what makes it so? What puts the idea in my mind and inspires me to initiate sex? What drives me want to peak quickly, or to draw out and savour the pleasure?

Basically, how is the pleasure different to what a woman experiences during foreplay, orgasm and post-coitus?

As always, I did some research online (as well as having some fun imagining). If you’d like to see how I did writing sex from a male POV, click on the graphic below and grab a copy of ‘With You’, a sensual imagining of a night of lust in WW2 Paris, when life was precarious and pleasure was a precious distraction from the dangers and depravations of living in Nazi-occupied Paris.

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Below are some descriptions I found helpful (with links to relevant websites at the end).

‘The penis is surrounded by wet warmth. The psychological experience of being completely enveloped by a vagina is incomparable. It feels like power, potential, and freedom at the same time.’

‘… feels like a warm cushion. The weird part is, the penis doesn’t really “absorb” the feeling. It’s your head/brain that starts rushing.’

“Entering a vagina is a very intense moment because for me – it’s the ultimate agreement of intimacy between a man and woman.”

I love this one (even though its external):
‘Comparison-wise, put your index finger in your mouth and wrap your tongue around it. Now imagine if your finger had the sensitivity of your clit. That’s what it’s like.’
*Cue my brain exploding!

The lead up to sex more so than the act, before the physical sensations take over, seems to be easier to describe as internal sensations/motivation:

‘…excited, focused, and consumed with an overwhelming sense of animalistic focus. It’s as if my biological hardwiring kicks in, flooding my body with prickly adrenaline.’

‘I’m still in control of my body and my actions, but managing my behavior requires greater self-control. This is where many men indulge in a one-track mind. It’s like a hyper-state of arousal where we kind of enter a flow state of sex.’

Some creative responses to penile sensations feels during the act:

‘The penis does not feel consumed or surrounded, but functionally positioned like an elevator in its shaft. Pleasure comes in occasional jolts and not a constant sensation of deepening or rhythmic enjoyment.’

‘There’s tingling and further hardening and excitement and the feeling of growth and the will to go forward even deeper.’

‘As you thrust, each zone of penis gives a different sensation… the other enjoyable part is when the balls strike against the vulva…’

I love this one!
‘Imagine a thick sock made of velvet. Then add in some ridges.’

There were many comparisons to food and drink, and warm jam donuts…

‘Imaging eating the best brownie you’ve ever had, then imagine that sensation over all your nerve endings and taking up your entire headspace, rather than just having a party in your mouth.’

‘…like sliding into warm custard.’

‘A rush of adrenaline and excitement and then a satisfying feeling, like when you have that first sip of a cold beer on a really hot summer’s day.’

I would particularly love to hear from anyone out there who has a penis as part of their anatomy, or how those who don’t own a penis imagine it would be like to have and use one. Descriptions of how it feels when you start to get turned on (and what triggered it), the sensations and feelings your body experiences (not so much the external physical sensations) from penetration to climax. Email me at touche@josiebaker.exposed with the subject line “Sex with a penis” and I’ll send you a copy of ‘With You’ ebook.

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I found the enlightening quotes above on the following websites:

https://www.rsvplive.ie/life/men-describe-what-feels-like-23595773

https://medium.com/sexography/how-do-men-feel-before-during-and-after-sex-my-personal-reflections-68d44485dd44

A taste of Paris – short, not sweet

Here’s the little taste I promised of my upcoming novella With You...

Etta Brun is the darling of the Nazi-controlled French film industry.
Gerhardt Lang is a Gestapo officer with orders for mass murder in his pocket.
She’s been barely civil to him whenever their paths cross, so why is she now inviting herself back to his hotel room?

The lift lurched slowly upward.
Gerhardt shuddered, hijacked by lust too long repressed. After months of starring in his fantasies, Etta was actually here, in his arms, her sweet tongue between his lips.
Scheisse. She tasted better than he’d imagined.
She tasted like Paris.
He pulled her closer, his senses full of her–raspberries and champagne–yet somehow, miraculously, he held the intensity of his desire in check. They needed to get to his room. Then, when they were safe, he would find out why she was here.
Then, and only then, would they fuck.

Release date with a link to pre-order will be revealed soon!

Playing Dirty – love, lust and betrayal in WW2 France (and England)

Forgive me readers for I have sinned…
it has been many months since my last post. I promise you though, I have been revelling in that sin… doing what I love most. Writing about sex. Lots of it. In a myriad of imaginative ways.

The first project I’ll be unleashing very soon is a series of erotic novellas set during WW2 in France and England.

Wars have been fought and won with the combined efforts of many, in lots of different ways – hand to hand combat, sabotage, subterfuge, seduction… So many interesting interactions, and consequences we can only dream of (and I have been!)

War is a time of extremes. With death a constant shadow, and difficulty and sacrifice a part of daily life, it’s no wonder that moments of joy and pleasure are grasped with both hands. Love, sex and seduction are often all the more exciting and pleasurable when it might be your last day alive.

About the Playing Dirty series of erotic novellas…
In the conflicts of the 20th century not many women fought on the front lines, but they did make their own significant contributions, depending on their individual talents – ambulance drivers, nurses, code-breakers, spies, honeytraps.

You may have heard that Josephine Baker spied for the Resistance, carrying messages for the Allies in her sheet music. Nancy Wake was also famous for her involvement in the Resistance, smuggling downed airman and would-be political prisoners out of France beneath the noses of the Nazis. There were so many women, many of them unknown and unrecognised, who employed whatever methods they had available to them to help the war effort, often using their feminine whiles to extract information; to lure and capture the enemy; or just to survive – finding pleasure, and sometimes love, along the way.

Playing Dirty uses the historical circumstances of war as a backdrop for stories about how far passionate people will go to fight for a cause they believe in.

At the start of this post I shared the mocked up covers of two of the stories. Next time you hear from me I’ll share a little taste of With You, the first novella off the rank, which I hope to release in January.

As for my second project… I’ll tell you all about that very soon. I promise there’s lots of delicious erotic adventures. Hint: think of all the naughtiness the gods got up to with humans, nymphs, and each other.

Sirens… finned or feathered?

Most people picture a mermaid when they hear the word ‘siren’. In recent art and literature sirens have been largely depicted as beautiful women or men with scales and a tail.

Mention of finned sirens can be found through the centuries on every continent from Japan to Nova Scotia. They are seductive, sensual creatures, luring admirers – and in some cases lovers – with their enchanting song.

Starbucks even adopted a mermaid with a split or dual tails for their logo, an image centuries old, fashioned on an old Norse woodcut.

Originally, in Greek Mythology, sirens were depicted with the lower body of a bird, and artists through the centuries have explored different variations of air and water borne creatures.

J W Waterhouse – Odysseus and the Sirens

Regardless, sirens tend to represent a sensuality laced with danger many associate with a beautiful woman.

You may deduct from this post that I am still working on my ‘tale’ of historical erotic fantasy featuring an unknowing siren who goes on a metaphorical and physical journey of discovery with the delectable adventurer who becomes her husband.

Yes, I was sucked in by the exotic locations, the history and the steamy sex scenes (in ships, on window ledges, on work benches, on beaches, in pools…) The story has grown much larger than the novella I had originally planned. At this stage there are also two short stories, and another two books (at least) in the series. That’s how excited I am about the fantasy dimension behind the ‘real’ historical world that I’ve created.

So, look out for the ‘Nymphs of London’. The first novel ‘Siren Song’ will be calling out to you soon…

Sources:

https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/the-siren-on-your-starbucks-cup-was-born-in-7thcentury-italy

https://www.audubon.org/news/sirens-greek-myth-were-bird-women-not-mermaids

Sexy times with food…

Food, sex and wine – my three favorite sensual pleasures. I’m thinking… why not combine them?

The obvious way to indulge would be a dinner date, or you could try ‘foodplay’ (think grapes, popsicles, whipped cream, phallic shaped vegetables 😉 within the bounds of healthy, safe sex of course.)

Photo by Womanizer WOW Tech on Unsplash

You might wonder what got me started thinking about combining food and sex. Well, the idea came from my creative friends in one of my stories-in-progress… Sweet Caroline, a ffm menage erotic romance. So far there’s ice-cream and champagne, as well a delicious but inedible sex toy. If you’d like to sample a bit of sweetness, check out the excerpt at the end of this post…

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pleasure in the past

In the story I’m madly working on at the moment, Siren, Elisabeth Tanner is a passionate, virginal bride-to-be, set in the British Virgin Islands in the early 19th century. Having grown up in a marginally less rigid society, with a companion/maid who would these days be considered a couples sex therapist (her reason for being employed in Elizabeth’s parents house provides an interesting secondary story) Beth is determined to enjoy the marriage bed.

The day of her engagement to scientist explorer William Swan – the day before he is to leave on a 6 week voyage – Beth gives her betrothed a notebook and asks him to write her a journal of pleasure while he’s away, to enlighten her in the joys of sex.

He goes one better and also has the sail-maker craft a sex-toy to practice with, and to give herself pleasure. Something like this, and 18th century dildo found in Poland, eight inches long and made of high quality leather with a carved wooden tip.

As usual, I did some digging on-line (hence the photo, above) and found some fascinating information on the history of sex aids.

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carried away… underground

I’ve been bitten by the historical bug… actually, I think I was bitten at birth, and this is in fact a serious relapse! I’ve always been a huge fan of historical fiction – and non-fiction – now I’m being sucked down into a glorious eddy of Victorian hedonism, vice and hidden, ancient sites in the name of research 😉

I can’t wait to share my discoveries as I explore the underground pleasures and taboos of historic London. Watch this space…

But now I have the cover, I better not get distracted by all those wicked temptations… I must write!

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Getting hot and sweaty in the Australian outback…

in this sizzling small town romance

I’ve been reading (and dreaming) my way through the newly released, multi-genre romance anthology Revealed, and have just finished Sara Hartland’s Ryan’s Return, one of six sexy novellas. I loved it so much I thought I’d share a few of my favorite parts…

…she could no more resist than the tide could resist the moon.

She suddenly didn’t care that she was playing with fire.... when he tugged her hand, she spun and circled into his arms, then whirled out again, in time with the music, joy in her limbs and laughter on her lips. They circled the dance floor in game of catch and release, light touches and finger-tips curling, her breath quickening, giggles escaping as her spirits soared with the music.

He looked like he wanted to devour her. She felt like she wanted to let him.

There is so much more gorgeousness in this story that will make your toes curl!

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