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

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.

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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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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Monthly hotties coming your way

Meet Mr July…

Portrait of attractive young man with beard and open shirt revealing sixpack abs, sitting in leather armchair

Okay, I have yet another confession… as a little girl I used to sneak into my dad’s collection of Playboy magazines. I just loved reading the letters to the editor and dreaming of the day I might look like one of the sexy centerfolds. I suppose my enjoyment of naughty magazines was an early manifestation of my appreciation of all things sensual, which grew into an urge to create my own erotic worlds through story.

Now I’m a big girl, my dream is to have my own monthly Playmates – or play boys. At this stage I don’t have the time or finances to go scouting for talent (damn!) so in the meantime I’ll showcase gorgeous characters from my stories.

First up, Mr July – Zane Winters, aka as Shadow…

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Pokerface?

I love my latest story, but I have to admit, I’m hopeless when it comes to having a poker face myself. If you could see me right now, you would agree. It’s release day! and I’m grinning like a Cheshire cat, so pleased to be launching my precious love-child out into the world…

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Want to know what the fuss is about? Here’s the low-down…

On a Thursday evening, in a boarded up theatre in downtown Las Vegas, an illicit poker game takes place. Each player is carefully selected, their skills expertly matched …

A jaded playboy tempted by a titillating prize.

A cash-strapped mechanic looking for a diversion from his difficult reality.

An underground poker game where winning hands are rewarded with sensual novelties… and the ultimate prize—a night of pleasure with the naked woman on whom the cards are dealt. 

Pokerface is FMM menage. Contains adult themes and explicit sex scenes – recommended for 18+ readers.

As an added bonus I’ve included the RWA award winning short erotic story, ‘Daisy, Chained’ (in case you haven’t already read my sizzling martial arts story) because one of my favourite characters – Hiro – is in both.

And a little tip – Pokerface is available in epub and mobi, but the pdf version is the prettiest, if you’re into that sort of thing…

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More hirsute times

I’m still watching the Hugh Hefner Story (boy, is it in-depth!) The latest episode, dealing with the ‘Pubic War’ between Playboy and Penthouse magazines during the 1960s and 70s (and Playboy’s first full frontal nude centrefolds) got me thinking…

Seeing all that rampant pubic hair can be a bit confronting in these times of brazillian waxes and careful pubic grooming. How times have changed since that first risque centerfold in relation to pubic hair and our preferences.

Image courtesy of Getty Images, photographer Nicola Tree

As always, I had fun Googling this and found a fabulous article. Apparently there is a hardcover book with every one of the 734 centerfolds, and someone wrote about perusing them all in one sitting!

“The most obvious signifier of the passage of time, and the thing every person has asked about when I’ve mentioned this book, is pubic hair. For the first two decades of centerfolds, there was none at all because it was obscured by strategically placed pillows, undergarments, or even roomy-cut khakis. Bits of hair didn’t start peeking out until around 1972, but by the mid-’70s, bushy vulvas were showing up in almost every photo. A decade later, hairstylists started to groom the puffs, though it wasn’t until the mid-’90s that what’s now known as a “landing strip” hit the runway. The relative newness of the thing about 84 percent of women now do to their genitals was a life-affirming revelation for this millennial, who suffered puberty in the aughts, or as Maureen Gibbon’s essay in The Complete Centerfolds dubs it, “the decade of the smoothie.” After enduring the entirely bare, child-like crotches of the 2010s, flip back to July 1977, where one magnificent image of pubic hair straight-up poking out of a butt crack will restore your internal calm.

“But for all the differences that emerge while flipping through generations of nudies, the similarities stand out far more. After looking at 734 photos of naked women, one can’t help but conclude that the human body has some very strict limitations and the human mind lacks any substantial creativity when it comes to sexy poses. There are only so many ways to slightly part a set of lips, only so many ways to mimic the act of putting clothes on or taking them off, getting in or out of a body of water, and stepping onto or off of a surface that looks reasonably prepared to support sexual intercourse.”

I particularly loved this comment, which reflects the theme of most of my short stories:

“The effect is a creeping feeling that any place can be a sexual place, and any activity a woman does—even those performed in the course of her job—can be a sexual activity. Playing golf, taking your order at a diner, exercising on a Stairmaster, applying a lure to a fishing rod, cuddling with a kitten, delivering the nightly news at a TV station—if you look hard enough, with a few years of Playboy centerfolds filed away in your brain, these everyday pursuits are actually a kind of foreplay. That cyclist lady is naked underneath her flannel, you know.”

What I Learned By Looking at 734 Playboy Centerfolds in One Sitting
Christina Cauterucci

More hot FREE books!

A spicy gift

I’m excited to offer a free novelette to heat up your day (or night). ‘Mistress of His Heart’ is a sensual erotic romance…

The last thing James Owens expects when he asks his ex-lover for a second chance is to be tied naked and blindfolded to her table, then tormented with a riding crop and hot wax…But in his hectic and stressful life, submitting to a Dominatrix might be just what he needs, especially when Lizzie pulls out the nipple clamps and his world explodes in pleasure.

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Anaïs Nin… an inspiration

Like anyone, sometimes I feel a little uncertain about the path I’m on or a decision I’ve made. At these times, I know all I need is a small but powerful dose of Anaïs Nin – and one of her quotes was just the medicine I needed today.

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present.”

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I feel like she has lived what I am living – that she has seen the internal struggles I face as a woman and a writer:
“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”

That her sprit understands mine:
“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.”

She gives me strength to be confident:
“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”

And the confidence to be strong:
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

To expect happiness and fulfilment:
“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”

Anaïs Nin was a strong and complex woman. I am so grateful we have the legacy of her writing and her diaries to benefit from her insights and experiences.

Little Birds was the inspiration for my own collection of sensual short stories, Love, Lust & Nipple Clamps.