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MIND YOUR OWN UTERUS!

In response to the recent bills passed against women’s rights in Alabama, (specifically abortion, for those that live under a rock); I’ve decided to share my stories and perspectives on the topic. As of lately, my fingers have been getting much exercise; arguing with those that are, not really, pro-life, but, really, anti-abortion.  

It still amazes me that people feel they have the right to say what a woman should and shouldn’t do with what’s going on in her body. It’s even more infuriating when you know that this law would still criminalize women that seek abortion if they are raped or if a pregnancy resulted from incest. Take it a step further; the state of Alabama is a state where a man that rapes a woman, is tried and convicted of said rape, can still seek and fight for custody of that child. So, if the woman chooses to keep the child, for whatever reason, he has the legal right to see the child; further victimizing the woman.  

I’ll make my position very clear. I don’t agree that abortions should be used as a form of birth control, in the way the conservatives would like to make it seem. 

I don’t think a woman should have multiple abortions, just to avoid having a child. However, my position still remains that, it’s her right to choose. I prefer people educate themselves on sex and try and explore methods that work for them. There are a host of birth control options: condoms (male & female), diaphragms (although a bit outdated, but can still do the trick to avoid becoming pregnant). There’s the pill (it comes in many different doses and level of hormones), the shot, the ring, the patch, various IUDs, and lastly, the implant. 

Since the age of 14 when I lost my virginity, I’ve used a plethora of birth control methods. Yet, even I, on two separate occasions, found myself pregnant.  

I was approximately 16 years old when I had my first abortion; I was using a condom with my partner and, guess what, it broke! There was no Plan B at the time, so I just had to wait. I still hoped with all hope that I would not end up pregnant. However, once I missed my period, it became abundantly clear what my next step would be.  

I didn’t want to tell my mom because, I can admit it now that, I was ashamed. She knew I wasn’t a virgin but I didn’t want her to know that I was having sex. So one of my older friends came with me the day of my operation and he gave me the money. When it was all over I felt sad, but more relieved. I had hit the re-start button on my life and I told myself I was going to do better; and I did. Until it happened again.  

After my first abortion I went from, in conjunction with condoms, to the pill then the  depo-shot. I had come to a period where I wasn’t having sex and I let my shot period go slightly out of date; and I had sex with an old-faithful partner and a newer partner. This time around, the choice wasn’t as easy. I was 18 and a HS graduate, with a job. I could take care of this child if I chose to keep it. But, I’d have got put college on the back-burner, settle for a job to get by, no career, and just hope that the father wouldn’t be a dead-beat.  Oh, I’d also have to have a DNA test; immediately my mind went to an episode of Maury. I was crying in the bathroom of my job, and sulking around the house. This time, I did tell my mom and she understood my decision. After my operation, she and my brother picked me up and we drove home.  

I took a break from sex and have been on steady birth control ever since. I started with the IUD, which gave me heavier than normal periods. Then I switched to the patch; this was better, if not for the ugly scar it would leave on my abdomen. My most successful method was the Nuva-Ring. Boy! Did I love the Nuva-Ring! I never forgot it, I didn’t have any weird side-effects. I was even able to regulate my period as I wanted. Say I was going on vacation and that was going to be the week of my period; instead of the week off, I’d just put the next ring in and Voila! Another 3 weeks of no blood. This was all rainbows and butterflies; until the price went from $15 for 3 months, to $75 for 1 month. I was not willing to pay that much month. So, I asked my GYN if there was any other options and she recommended the Nexplanon. It’s a mini rod-implant that goes into the arm and lasts for 4 years. I said; “SIGN ME UP!” 

I’ve been pregnancy-scare-free ever since, and I still use condoms, to avoid any other STD/Is. With that being said, I’m always shocked when I go to have sex with a man, and he’s resistant to use a condom. This is why I often lie to my partners and tell them I’m not on birth control to avoid the headache of “Why we have to use condoms, you wont get pregnant” bs.  

It would be great if we lived in a world where education and pregnancy prevention was placed on a higher pedestal. It’s been proven to that abstinence doesn’t work to prevent people from having sex, it only forces them to become ill-informed on the choices they make with their bodies. If we stop shaming the act of sex and talk about it from an educational POV, so those that do engage in sex will make wiser decisions, I’m sure we’ll see a dramatic drop in abortion rates.  

Until we get there though; talk to your partner, before you have sex with them, to know where they stand on the issue. For the men who want kids; know that if your partner does not, she has full rights to terminate that pregnancy. And, for the men that don’t want kids; if she becomes pregnant and refuses to terminate that pregnancy; you will now be a father. Having a 15 minute conversation cloud eliminate a lifetime of headache or an invasive surgery.  

There have been theories tossed out about why this law was allowed to pass in the first place. 

But my opinion is simply that, those in charge still desire to control the reproductive rights of women.  

They bitched when women entered the workforce and started having less babies. They bitched when women started speaking about our own sexuality. They bitched about birth control. Now, they’re bitching about abortions.  

At the same time, they’ll deny women that want to get their tubes tied; to avoid becoming pregnant in the first place. While those same people, will bitch when a woman has a child she can’t afford; then has to seek government assistance. There’s not winning.  

Those in charge and those that have eaten too much yogurt-shit can be manipulated to think it’s a religious based decision, or a right to breathe decision, but it’s all about control of women. 

Swirly shit in a cone with a cherry on top is still SHIT!  

So, to those who have so much to say about my reproductive rights, I say “MIND YOUR OWN UTERUS!” 

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TABOOTY – PART 2

What’s the butt-hole deal?

Bent over, on all fours, I arched my body to face him. “I’ve got a butt-plug; you want to try it?” He whispered back into my ear, “Yes.” I walked to my bag and came back with my newly purchased, all black, silicone butt-plug. This was the first time I was using a plug; and with me naked and everything about to go down, it looked a lot bigger than it did in the store.  

I bent back over as he moistened the plug with his saliva. He gently nudged it in, at first there was a bit of resistance. But, after a few deep breaths and a quiet mental-mantra my body gave in. The sensation was beyond exhilarating; being filled in such a new way, aroused me to another level. He delivered a few kisses and bites to my cheeks, then re-entered me. The feeling was indescribable. As the initial rush of pain subsided, the overflowing feeling of stimulation took over my body. Every thrust he delivered made contact to the plug that was secured inside of me; and each one felt better than the last. I was screaming at the top of my lungs in ecstasy and he let out an animal roar and slumped over onto my back. The sound of heavy breathing was silenced by our kissing. He gently removed the plug then went to the bathroom to wash it off.   

When he returns from the bathroom, I’m laying on couch, completely naked, and thoroughly fucked. He lays down next to me, we don’t speak; we only cuddle. I break the silence by asking him if he liked that- already knowing the answer. He replies that he did. I ask him if he could feel the plug as he was fucking me and his answer was, also, yes. He asked me how I liked it and I told him I loved it. It won’t be on the menu all the time, but from time to time, I definitely would love it.  

Refractory period over, and he was ready to go again. I just love his stamina. Kiss, fondle, lick, fingers, orgasm for me, 69 as I suck him while he plays with my ass again. He really-really likes my ass. I have to discover what this fascination with my ass-hole is. We finish with another amazing round of sex, orgasm for him then we retreat to the bedroom to sleep. He pulls me in close and we’re off to slumber-land. 

A week goes by and my southern parts starts to feel “different”… Mother-fucker! I visit the walk-in GYN and she prescribes me treatment for what she thinks looks like yeast and/or bacterial vaginosis. I tell her, my partner and I were doing anal and she concludes that’s the likely culprit. At the conclusion of my visit she tells me to “Make sure he minds his digits; one hand for vagina and one for the ass”. Ugh! I guess after the pleasure there may be some pain – or is it the other way around? A week later my results come back negative of everything- hmm. I guess my pussy was just fucking with me!  

With everything cleared in on my Southern Hemisphere, I became a little anal obsessed. I started watching butt-plug porn. I especially love the metal ones with jewels. They just look so pretty! I really wanted to know what the fixation with eating ass was. I hear about it all the time on the podcasts I listen to (Whoreible_decisions), and a plethora of men always request to eat my ass; so, What’s the butt-hole deal? I needed an answer for this seemingly taboo thing that everyone was doing. So, in true fashion, whenever I want an honest answer, I ask Reddit. 

I prefaced it with the fact that I date men of all races. However, this has been an act delivered to me by predominantly White, European, and Latino men. (Not that black men don’t- I just haven’t had a black man say and/or do it- to me). I got a combination of: “ass-holes just look pretty…”, “the orgasms are more powerful…”, “a kinky fetish”; I also got a slew of people simply wanting to explore their partners body, and lastly- something about the butt being “taboo” is a real turn-on. My conclusion, in the end, was that it doesn’t really matter in the end as long as both the giver and receiver are enjoying the act.  

I saw my guy a week later; we just went to dinner as both of our schedules were crazy. He asked me how my parts were doing, to which I replied; “In the future you must, mind your digits” and he said he would.  

The next time I saw him, it was after my workout class. When I was done, I took an Uber to his house. I ate my dinner we relaxed on the couch a bit. Not long after, we started kissing and I went down on him. Earlier in the week we were texting that he wanted to titty-fuck me and I was so on board. These pierced-DDDs were happy to oblige. I pulled off my shirt and bra, he pulled down his pants- half clothed sex is hot! He came on my tits and my juices began to flow. We retreated to the shower to freshen up and returned back to the couch. We both must’ve been tired because it wasn’t long before we got in bed. A moment of kissing then his face was buried in between my legs. A deep breath and a loud scream signaled my orgasm and it was on. He grabbed a condom then slid into me. Deep powerful thrusts attacked my body and sent shivers all over my body, then we were done. Wait- no butt-play? I did an enema for nothing! We fell asleep and held each other all night long.  

The next day, he sent me a naughty picture. A girl could get used to this! He asked me if I enjoyed myself last night and I told him yes. I guess the screaming at the top of my lungs wasn’t confirmation enough that I had cum. I told him I don’t have G-spot orgasms, only clitoral. He told me he wanted to fully penetrate my ass. To which I replied, yes- we just have to work our way up to it. I enjoy anal sex with a partner that listens to me, and he’s shown me that he can do just that.  

I’m looking forward to that next time.  

TABOOTY PART 1

Now that I’m finally having some of the best and most exciting sex in my life; I’m exploring more and more new avenues of pleasure. If it wasn’t already clear, I’ve returned back to online dating. This time around though, I’m in the process of getting to know some amazing people. 

My current partner; we connected via Tinder. Our first date we talked a lot about the complexities of dating, some of the hits and misses we’ve had, and herpes (since this was on my Tinder profile). The conversation was easy and playful; to be honest it was quite refreshing to talk about herpes so casually with someone, especially considering it was a first date. Before our second date we were already exchanging sexy pics and naughty texts. He didn’t deliver the predictable sex messages and he didn’t say all the things he would do. He gave me compliments, which was quite nice. For our second date we wanted a place that was more intimate, yet still casual. We each tried to scour the internet to find a bar/lounge that would fit the bill, but nothing caught our eyes. We ended up going to a Mexican restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen and having dinner. After dinner, we wanted a little more privacy, so he bought a bottle of wine, and we headed to his place.  

His apartment was very nice for a bachelor but the 4-floor walk-up let me annoyed, as I despise stairs. I quickly went to the bathroom to freshen up, as it was almost certain that the night would end with sex. When I came back, we had some wine and he put on, of course- Netflix. Not long after Sex Education started, we started kissing and clothes were taken off. He was passionate and deliberate in his movements and my body reacted accordingly. His lips were soft and moist as they trailed my neck and collar-bone down to my breasts. He delivered equal attention to each nipple, until they were both wet and hard. He kissed down my navel and my body flickered as his tongue greeted my vagina. His tongue did wonders on my opening as I moaned loudly and writhed with pleasure. Then, his tongue went further; immediately a million thoughts ran through my mind… What’s he doing? What did I eat earlier? Did I use baby wipes? Please don’t fart. While he was devouring and fingering my ass hole I was worried like hell. I know an ass hole is an exit, so he can’t expect it to be 100% clean, Right? In the past I’ve had fingers in my ass while my partner fucked me from behind, I’ve even had partners bite my ass a few times. However, I’ve never had a person stick their tongue in it- What the fuck is this? But I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop him, because as weird as it was to experience- it felt SO DAMD GOOD! 

After he had his fill; he came up, wiped his face and kissed me deeply. I was surprised to discover it didn’t smell or taste like shit. Would you look at that? I had no intentions on returning that favor, but I was definitely eager to wrap my mouth around his dick and with much delight, I sucked, licked, and stroked, until my heart was content. When he pulled me off of him because he could wait no longer to be inside me; he got a condom, bent me over, and proceeded to fuck the shit out of me! The phrase “motion in the ocean” was made for partners like him. Each thrust felt like ecstasy, each slap made me more wet, and when he slipped his finger into my ass, I was completely and utterly done. I had cum harder with him, than I had cum in a very-very long time. We crashed on the couch, naked, sweaty, and breathing very heavy. We drank more wine, and went two more rounds, before we retired to the bedroom to finally sleep.  

That weekend, I went to The Pleasure Chest. It was obvious to me that he liked playing with my ass. As I was certain I would definitely be seeing him again, I wanted to be prepared for next time, if I could. I bought a butt-cleaning kit and as a bonus it came with a butt-plug- This might be fun!  

The next time I saw him it was right after my workout. Unfortunately, his evening ended earlier than expected; I was planning to go home first and do a proper cleaning, but he called my Uber right after class. When I arrived at his place, I sat down to unwind a bit and he gave my shoulders a tender rub. I don’t know if it was his hands or just my overall horniness; but I turned around, pulled his dick out from his pants and proceeded to suck him off. I took a moment to remove my shirt and bra because I knew exactly where I wanted him to release at. I returned back and continued to lick and suck until he was ready to explode. With that he kissed me deeply and we got undressed and went in the shower. 

Once we were both all clean, he put on, once again, Netflix. This time we actually watched an episode of Good Girls, while eating dinner. He made it clear that his refractory period was over and that he was ready to go again, and so was I. I started by kissing all down his body and sucking to get him ready. I was bent over on all fours with his dick deep in my mouth. He sat up to play with my ass, as I knew he would. He pulled me in to sit on his face; as I grinned down his fingers slipped into my ass; as if by clock-work I started to lose control. A few convulsions, then he turned me around, so we could 69. I tasted his pre-cum it was subtly sweet and I proceeded to work my magic. Pew!– A splash of saliva misted my ass and back as his fingers continued to fondle my tight hole. Flickers of his tongue, a loud moan from me, a suck and slurp sound. Pew!- Another mist; this one less shocking and more arousing. The mixture of his saliva cooled from the air touching my warm sweaty back was an entirely new sensation. What the entire fuck was I missing all my life?  

My clit couldn’t take anymore; I needed him inside of me. Condom on, he bent me over and slid in deep as my body began to quiver from the pleasure. He starts to explore my ass again- one finger, then two. I’m moaning louder as he pushes into both my holes. I turn around and whisper. “I’ve got a butt-plug, you want to try it?”  

PART 2 NEXT WEEK