Not Allowed in the USA

 

Here in the US, we can’t watch commercials like this Durex ad on TV. (Though the Internet has everything you could ever hope for, of course.)

I’ve also noticed that British TV has more man-on-man than would ever be allowed — or tolerated — here in the land of the free. Why is this? Has the BBC cornered the market on the gay male audiance? It seems you can’t watch a British TV series anymore without two of the male leads jumping each other for some hot tongue action. Not that I’m objecting. In fact, I’m watching more British TV because of it. I found this scene, in particular, between James Marsters (an American playing a Brit) and John Barrowman (an actual Brit) extremely hot. I had no idea that this sort of thing would hit me right where that gel is supposed to go. So thank you BBC, for that.



My New Favorite Insult

I have to admit to having a juvenile sense of humor. When I was in college, I loved Shakespeare, at least in part because it helped me collect a huge set of terrific insults that no one else had in their repertoire. There is nothing so fun as disarming an argument with an absurd insult. Reading this article at the Evil Beet is not quite Shakespeare – though it is darn funny – but it gave me the same thrill. My new favorite insult –”pocket perv” — is difficult to work into conversation but it always gets the desired response: a confused belly laugh.” It’s even funnier if you understand the context. Do yousrself a favor and go go read it. You will find yourself giggling foolishly in front of your computer and calling your spouse “pocket perv!” for the rest of the night. But you will never look at cocktail weenies the same way again.

Add to all that the unique visual images the interview with Mini-Me’s wife (pictured in the altogether) provides and it will lighten your evening and illustrate beautifully that, hey, maybe your own relationship –or lack thereof — isn’t so bad?

Warning: More detail on sex between a 2′8″ sex fiend and a flexible starlet wannabe than you might be ready for.

 

An interview with Our New Author: Kali

I am starting out the New Year here at Not25.com with a new partner, my sister Kali. I know you are going to love her as much as I do. She has an entirely different take on all this sex and relationship stuff because she isn’t married and isn’t a mom. And, as promised — to help you get to know her a little — here is an interview I did with her last night — before all the revelry began.

Introducing: Kali

 

Persephone: This is a site about sex after 40 so I’ll stick to relevant questions. I’m not going to ask where you live or what you do for a living. We will stick to the topic at hand: Sex. So. Who do you have sex with?

Kali:  Hmmmm…. That’s an interesting question. Currently I’m not having sex much at all and, when I do, it is with myself.  I lost my fiancé at the beginning of this year – or last year I suppose it is now — in a horrific accident. Not only did I lose a great guy and my future husband, I lost my sex partner. And along with him, I lost the desire to have sex. At points in the past year, I have worried — because of all the grief — that perhaps I have lost my desire to have sex altogether. The thought of sex has even repulsed me at times. Then I have a moment, here and there, where sex doesn’t seem like a bad idea. Does this happen to a lot of women in their 40’s? Perhaps it happens to women around the whole having kids issue? I wouldn’t know about that because I don’t have children. But, honestly, this is a first for me.  I have never experienced this kind of — dare I say? — frigidity in my life. I sure hope it is just a part of the mourning process.

Persephone: You are named after the goddess Kali who is described in one Hindu tradition as, “The supreme mistress of the universe, associated with the five elements. In union with Lord Shiva, who is said to be her spouse, she creates and destroys worlds.” Do you think you live up to your name? Or has your name affected the way you live your life?

Kali:  I see Kali as sort of a dark figure with a light side….or a light figure with a dark shadow. I don’t know how accurately that depicts her but that’s my perception. The story I think of is of how Kali danced around the battlefield after battle, drunk on the blood of her victims. She was so jacked up on her victory that she got out of control. No one could bring her down until someone came up with the bright idea of sending Shiva to the battlefield disguised as an abandoned infant — it was the cries of this little baby that brought Kali back down to earth. 

I tend to look at life like a battlefield, like I have to prove something and behave like someone who is much braver that the person I actually am — like a warrior must.  And I get carried away with this “warrior woman” persona. I let the victories go to my head sometimes and the defeats. (Honestly I think I take the defeats more seriously than the victories.)  I get carried away. I lose control — until something very real brings me back down to reality and I find some humility. I identify with this particular aspect of Kali a great deal. 

Plus I like her accessories! She is usually depicted wearing a belt made of human heads or arms. I could get into accessories like that.

Persephone: I know you are thinking about dating again. Describe your perfect date – not just the event but the person. 

Kali:  I am having a little love affair with my dentist! It was you, Persephone, who put the idea in my head. I should preface this by saying that all my money is currently going to my dentist, who is doing major reconstruction on my teeth. We are talking well into the five figures. So, at Christmas you suggested that I marry a dentist so I could get the friends and family discount. So the next time I went to my dentist, I told him you suggested I marry him to get a discount! He cracked up! He suggested we take it slow, get to know each other, “What about getting intimate before we jump the gun and start talking marriage?”  I was like “Dude, you spend three hours every other week in my mouth with one or two of your assistants! How much more intimate can we get?” This was the first time I have flirted in about a year. And I would definitely go out with this guy. He’s a little older than I am and he is not drop-dead gorgeous or anything. But he is nice. And he is surrounded by women all day and they like him. They talk about him with respect and pride. And I swear the man has not had a new employee in decades. That says a lot about a guy: A man who can get along with women, trusts them, relies on them. Give me a bowl of popcorn, a bunch of Netflix, and a guy that knows how to navigate women. I’ll take care of the rest.

Persephone: What gets you hot?

Kali:  Pictures of sexy women. That’s funny isn’t it?  I don’t see a freakin’ thing in Playgirl I like but Playboy issues are hot. Also witty repartee and practicing hot yoga next to a good-looking guy (or girl.) Wicked turn on! There’s no eye contact, no conversation, you are both dripping with sweat and breathing heavily and not even touching — except for the accidental brush of a foot in Happy Baby. I wonder what the other person is thinking and if he is thinking what I am. Or is he just practicing yoga? I love that mystery. Seventy-five percent of human relations are non-verbal. Sometimes I wish it was more. Leave more to the imagination. In my youth I wanted to talk to a guy to get to know him. Now I like to watch a man, see how he behaves in his day-to-day life. I think a person’s actions speak a hell of a lot louder than their words. So many people just say what you want to hear to get what they want….  


Persephone: What would turn you right off?

Kali:  A guy that doesn’t even attempt to reach for his wallet when the check comes. Don’t laugh! It happens! I had a friend who would call and ask me to go out to eat. When the check came, he wouldn’t even reach for his wallet. He’d say something lame like, “Are you sure you’ve got this one?” when I would pull out my purse to pay my half. That was a complete turn off. I lost that friend.

Oh! You mean in terms of sex? I think it is a complete turn off when a guy doesn’t notice if he is turning you on or not. You know the type. He just skips right over foreplay and heads for the screw. No warm up. Nothin’. To me, foreplay is the biggest part of sex. You skip that bit and you won’t get a second chance with me.

Persephone: The photo you chose to post on the site is pretty hot. What do you usually wear when you write this blog?

Kali:  Nothing.  ;)

 
 

 
 


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On Being Named After a Goddess

The Rape of Persephone by James Childs

My mother loved mythology. She was not an academic but she immersed herself in literature, especially myths. She said she found great wisdom in them and believed that people lost a great deal – culturally – when they started to write down their myths and no longer committed them to memory. Of course, the fact that they wrote them down is the only reason that myths survived but this contradiction did not bother her. “One door opens, another shuts,” she said. I suppose she was right.

She named all of her children after mythical characters. My sister and I were named for mythical goddesses from wildly different cultures: Persephone and Kali. When I was younger, I hated my name. It was hard to spell and harder to shorten into a cute, current nickname. But I have grown to love it. I am named after a goddess who was queen of the underworld and (in some accounts) the daughter of Demeter and Zeus.

She was an unwilling underworld queen, though, not some demon thing bent on destruction. Stolen from her mother by Hades who was so taken with her beauty that he abducted her, possessed her, and made her his prisoner Queen. While she was held in the underworld, there was only winter on Earth. (Her mother was pissed off, distraught, and the Goddess of Earth after all.) And because of this endless winter, the people called for her release. So the gods put pressure on Hades and he finally agreed to let her go. Before she left, though, Hades fed her some pomegranate seeds and this, in the strange logic of myths, meant she has to return to the underworld every year, which is why we have winter. I’m very foggy on how pomegranates play into all this. I know they are a great antioxidant. And I really enjoy the juice but I have never been called to the underworld by them.

Needless to say, I rarely told this story on the playground, in middle school, or in high school. But by the time I got to college, being Queen of the Underworld had some distinct advantages. Literary types with romantic images of enslaved goddesses were drawn to me. And knowing these myths by heart helped my grades.

Also knowing that my mother named me for Hades’ consort allowed me a certain freedom of mind. If my mother didn’t avert her eyes from these overtly sexual myths, why should I? I didn’t feel the need to rule the underworld but being stolen from my daisy-picking by a bad boy like Hades does sound like fun. Especially if there is a little lock-up to come. Even all these years later, playing “temporarily imprisoned in bad Hades’ lair,” really never gets old.

I have asked my sister Kali what it was life for her being named after Kali — a very different myth. Hopefully she will have an answer ready for us soon.

For now though, I’m wondering where my current-day underworld boss is. And has he found his keys? Becuase I’ll be helplessly picking daisies in this flimsy little outfit….




A Sale That’s Fun to Shop

One of my Christmas presents has not yet arrived. I got the jewelry, perfume, and books but the gift that couldn’t go under the tree isn’t here yet. I have no idea what it is but I have been repeatedly warned not to open it in front of the kids. And from the evil glint in the giver’s eye, I fear this may be an item (or items) designed to push some sort of envelope. The anticipation – should I be thrilled or afraid? – has me on the edge of my seat. Lingerie? A Santa suit? Handcuffs? What direction are we taking here? He’s not telling.

Then when I checked my email I was pelted with sale offers from every sort of merchant. Seventy five percent off on party goods, clothes are 50 percent off, housewares are 40 percent off. I felt as if I should go shopping. But I’m so focused on that one missing present, I can’t concentrate on clothes or house wares. Still it got me wondering…

Maybe there are sales at some of the stores that are a tad more fun to shop at? (And that would not require me to leave the house.) I love shopping my favorite “toy: stores. Even when I dont’ buy anything, it gets my motor running. And since this package will probably arrive today, a revved engine might come in handy.

Sure enough, there is a Winter blowout sale on Adult Toys at MyPleasure. (FREE gift with order! (U.S.)). And at Eden Fantasies, order $70 or More & Any WHK GmbH Sex Toy is Yours with 70% Discount. Use code WHK70.
Or — also at Eden Fantasies — if you order $50 or More & Any WHK GmbH Sex Toy is Yours with 50% Discount. Code WHK50

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Bare Necessities

These Are a Few of My (Sister’s) Favorite Things

My sister Kali is visiting me for the holidays. For those of you with normal families this may not seem like a big deal but, for me, it’s huge. I adore my sister but it has been years since she joined me for a family Christmas. She has been on one adventure or another for … it seems like decades. Sometimes her adventures bring her close enough for some eggnog and mistletoe with her domesticated sister but the stars have not aligned like that for a while. But this time, she plans to stay a while.

She is just back from a kayaking trip up the Brahmaputra River in India. That experience went very wrong and has taken the shine off being an adventuress for her – at least for the time being — and she wants to sit still for a bit. I will let her tell you the rest of that tale when she is good and ready. But…

That brings me to an announcement for all my readers at Not25. My sister Kali is my new blogging partner! We are both super excited about this. I will do an interview with her in the New Year so you can get to know her a little better. But since we know you are all too busy doing your Christmas shopping right now for that sort of thing, I, for now, I cornered her and asked her for a top 10 last-minute gift ideas.

Here they are!

 

Kali’s Last-Minute Christmas Shopping List

 

I’m travelling this holiday season. And with finances the way they are for most people I put travel friendly and cheap items at the top of my list…..

  1. Who would suspect a rubber duckie? I try to only bring carry on for luggage which presents a problem when bringing a battery operated boyfriend (BOB) along. Have you ever gotten the knowing looks from security people when scanning your carry on? Or worse, had someone search your luggage only to come across BOB? With the rub duckie, you may get looks… but not those looks. If you get the bondage duckie pictures, you will definitely get looks. But who cares! Under 30 bucks….

     

  2. The Silicone Bunny Buddies are also affordable and discreet travel items. Bring the whole bunny family and no one will ever know that they are anything other than bath tub toys. Great conversation starters when going through security at the airport too.
  3. My mother is visiting after the New Year, which means I have to hide all the toys in the house. Or do I? I can leave Mr. Froggy in the bathtub and she’ll just think I still like to play with my toys in the bathtub. Well, I do! Under $25.
  4. I have a theory…… I have had boyfriends who LOVE sushi. And I have had boyfriends of the meat-and-potato variety who HATE sushi. Guess which ones love to go down? Exactly! But please, feel free to conduct your own research, I would be interested to hear someone else’s results. This does not take care of the issue that all women face: After a certain amount of time into a relationship, oral sex (from the man) disappears altogether. But to help keep the interest going, I hand them a bottle of this.
  5. Once I’ve exhausted all the usual play time favorites, it’s time to introduce a little kink into the bedroom. For me it’s the next logical step for keeping that physical relationship alive.
  6. It’s been a rough year and I admit, I may need a kick-start when getting back on the dating scene. I will need every bit of help I can get. I am going to start by applying a small but of this spray before I go to my hot yoga class. There is a man there who distracts me but I can’t seem to get the conversation going. Maybe this will help him make the first move so I don’t have to!
  7. I’m curious about this. Don’t know if I can stand the pain for very long but I am very curious.
  8. I just love spankings! It’s sometimes hard to talk a guy into the spanking thing. And some just will not go there. But once you do convert a guy, they are usually willing — and thankful — students and converts for life. I once owned an Audi with heated seats. It had four levels of temperature. I called them warm, warmer, getting there, and SPANK ME DADDY. Once you’ve converted your guy (or girl), this flogger and paddle come in handy.
  9. I love this idea. The only question I have is: Do you use these bondage sheets only for special occasions? Do you change the sheets to send the message you want be held down? Not for the guest bedroom. Or maybe your guests will thank you?

My Lost Weekend with RoboCop

 

I read in one of the product descriptions at EdenFantasys that the Off with Their Head Silicone Hitachi Cap Attachment for the Hitachi Magic Wand “can be used to simulate oral sex.” Okay, how could I resist that? Getting oral sex around my house requires an act of congress—or at least a nice dinner, stockings, and some stiletto heels. So I eagerly awaited the arrival of an on-demand, oral-loving partner thinking, “I love technology!”

It arrived and was none-too-thrilling to look at. A black rubbery thing with what looked like a hard nub on the working end. There was nothing sexy about it. But what did I care if it looked sexy? I had already signed up. The question now was could it deliver? That’s what every girl wants to know, ultimately, once she’s got a thing home and latched between her nethers.

So right here I want to back up and issue a warning. I don’t know what universe the reviewer at EdenFantasys lives in. But it’s nothing like the one I do. Here in the real world, oral sex has never been like this.

For one thing the stupidly-named-attachment snaps onto Magic Wand (which is not included but certainly worth having) and plugs into the wall. That means this oral sex is powered by Pacific Gas and Electricity. I have never — not once in all my highly adventurous years — dated anyone who could make that claim.

Close Your Eyes

Imagine, if you will, a man with a firm tongue, unwavering interest, and not a thought in his admittedly empty head of anything but your pleasure. Nice. Now imaging that he has the power grid controlled by PG&E to back that up. Can you handle that? Could I?

There is really only one guy I have ever heard of who could physically or mentally manage such a feat as this dedicated massager: Robocop. Even then that half man, half computer-controlled machine would probably require some sort of firmware upgrade so he could forget about crime fighting, saving the world, and mundane police work and focus only on the maniac obsession of one woman bent on finally getting enough oral sex to satisfy. No: stupefy. He also might need to recharge his battery once in a while.

So that’s who I spent the weekend with.

I took this device away with me on a writing retreat. It was just me, a laptop, and my powerful and determined friend. I worked hard on the writing and then retired for a little “happy, me time” before watching some drivel on TV and off to sleep. Or that was the plan anyway. But after my first hour with the device-I-have-now-renamed-the-RoboLicker, I was sweaty, exhausted, and determined to find out who would quit first: Me or RoboLicker. I am happy to report, it was me. I found a henceforth unattained level of sexual exhaustion and was numb all over. I happily admitted defeat and slept the sleep of RoboCop’s girlfriend, safe in the knowledge that happiness was an on-switch away.

I came home from my retreat relaxed, with a spring in my step and a glow in my cheeks. But I did not have a guilty conscience (married as I am) the way I might have if I’d actually spent the weekend with a real RoboCop –- not to mention the post-traumatic stress from all the shootings and explosions that would no-doubt ensue while I was resting. I quickly set to work convincing my husband that writer’s retreats are a necessity for me and I have to take one every few months.

“That good?” He asked and grabbed RoboLicker and went off to try it himself. Apparently my mechanical friend is more versatile than I thought.



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Are Sexy Santa Suits Hot?

I have been getting a lot of email from my favorite online lingerie merchants lately offering a huge selection on sexy Santa suits. I have been mostly just rolling my eyes and hitting delete. There is nothing sexy about Santa. Dressing up as his “helper” in a bit of red velvet, cheap fluff, and boots with 4-inch heels and fur trim was not getting anywhere near my to-do list.

Then I got yet another offer and wondered why anyone would buy this stuff. I decided to put this question to bed once and for all. Though these outfits may be sized for me, I am not their target audience. It’s the guy charged with removing the outfit these are created for. So I asked a guy, “Are sexy Santa suits hot?” I felt I knew the answer before I asked the question but in the name of due diligence, I emailed it off.

“Yes.” Came the one-word reply.

What? They are? How in #$@!$#@ could that be? Santa is a lovable figure, sure. But I still don’t see how dressing up like him could be hot. Embarrassing? Yes. Silly? Check. An idea whipped up by a desperate lingerie industry to sell seasonal goods? Absolutely. But hot? How could that be? Do I misunderstand men this thoroughly?

“All costumes are hot as long as they show lots of cleavage and leg,” was the answer. “Cops, nurses, maids, and — especially –schoolgirls. It’s the same with you women. You girls love firefighters, cops, and soldiers — in costume.”

True. But –Bad Santa notwithstanding — I don’t want to screw Santa. I love the whole deal of Santa and the presents and the wonder for kids. But it’s just not about sex.

 

“It’s not so much Santa,” agreed my anonymous source. “It’s more Santa’s helper. She will sit on my lap and bring me presents.” He was not referring here to actual presents like cologne or even lube, of course. It was more a service she would be providing – the lack of need to beg for same being the gift that was essentially wrapped up in that Santa suit.

So there is no great mystery here. It all leads back to the same thing. In fact, when pressed more, my source revealed that Santa suits don’t really score that high relative to other costumes. The season simply creates a possible opportunity to get a girl into one.

So by that theory, a schoolgirl outfit with a Santa hat would be a more economical choice because you could use most of it year round. But if you are in the spirit of season and red velvet calls to you, my source says that the best Santa suits are simple and don’t include a lot of distracting extras like buckles, leopard fur, or gloves: “Red, short, and low cut is good. Wear the hat. That’s a nice touch.”

(Not sure where to get one of these? Check out 3Wishes.com. They have a vast collection of costumes from every walk of life — all of them sexy.)

Since this all seems to be about showing a little T&A, I asked. “If a girl is choosing a “decorate the tree” date outfit where staying in and screwing is the goal, should she go for hot lingerie or a Santa suit?”

Rather predictably, the answer came quickly, “Why choose? Wear the lingerie under the Santa suit.”