More is Less (or, So, What are You Wearing?)

OK.  I admit it. 

I love women’s clothes.  There, it is out in the open now.  Think what you want, but now we can move into our conversation for today.

So, what are you wearing?  Oh yeah, Baby!  You know what Daddy likes!

Clothing and sexuality have a close-knit relationship.  (See what I did there?)  The way you dress expresses the way you see yourself to others.  That outfit tells us how you are feeling and what you need.  Men and women get a real clue.  If you have the strength to walk into a party wearing a full-length tiger-print silk sheath and high heels, you will run the show.

Let’s talk t-shirts.  I love t-shirts.  I especially love them when a woman is wearing one.  Wearing a t-shirt lets us know that she is feeling secure.  A secure woman is a sexy woman.  There is this Blonde with Major Boobage with whom I have frequent meetings that knocks me out when she wears a t-shirt.  I wish she didn’t wear a bra with it as well, but you can’t always get what you want.  In fact, when I mentioned to her that the bra was unnecessary, she told me it was.

“I know you, Dr Tim.  If I didn’t wear a bra you would just happen by with a bucket of cold water that just might accidentally spill in my direction.”

She was right.  I wanted to test that theory, but she would have none of it and I would get none of it either.  *SIGH*

You know what else I have a clothes fetish for?  Fuzzy sweaters.  Oh man, big soft boobs encased in a layer of warm, fuzzy, snuggly wonderfulness.  It makes a grown man leak.  Puddles, not just caused by women!  Now I know what you might be thinking. 

“Dr Tim! When are you going to discuss sexy lingerie?”

Just a moment.  Keep your pants on.  Well at least keep them on up to your knees…

There is something else I wanted to discuss about t-shirts.  They can hide many fascinating experiences.  Have you ever lifted up a woman’s t-shirt and found a strap-on underneath?  Never saw it coming did you?  Neither did I, but baby, what a ride!  (By the way, Doc Johnson sells all types of strap-ons, harnesses, dildos, lubricants, just everything you would need!  Buy some today!)

Another great thing about t-shirts is their flexibility!  Say you were on a picnic in the woods and your lady is feeling the need for anal sex.  You can twist and pull on that t-shirt while trying to stay on for 8 seconds and it will look JUST FINE when the two of you are finished!  We need more clothes like this!  Or after a sloppy blowjob or muff dive at home, that t-shirt can be thrown into the laundry without any fuss or muss.  T-shirts – The world’s perfect clothing item?

OK, sexy lingerie.  I knew a fine young lady in college with Colossal Boobage who would opine, “Dr Tim. (Actually I was just Mr Tim back then.)  I love the feel and how I look in my sexy lingerie, but I never get to wear it long when men are around.”  I wanted to test that theory.  She had a lot of it and I got a lot of it too!  I still smile when I think of her.  (When she invited me to her wedding, her soon-to-be husband uninvited me and reminded me that the ushers and groomsmen were his brothers and cousins.)

I always did have a way with women that other men hated.

Does all of this make Dr Tim anti-nudity?  Of course not.  I’m just saying that the clothes make the woman or man.  And hopefully we will get to make you too!

Just don’t get me started about shoes!

A Parent Moment (or What do you do at work all day Daddy?)

I had one of those rare parenting moments the other day.  If you have raised any children or are raising some now, you the type I mean.  A question that blindsides you, leaving you momentarily stunned.

My baby boy (Yes, he is 20 years old now, but he will always be my baby boy.) hit me with this gem,

“Dad, do you know anything about bondage?”

“I might know a thing or two about it.”

Hmm…  OK, in for a penny, in for a pound. 

“Why?”

“I’d really like to tie someone up and think I would be pretty good at it.”

Not what you would expect from someone who you swear you just taught how to ride a bicycle and throw a ball yesterday.  Well, rather than direct him to my blog (https://quantumcogitation.com/2012/06/08/bondage-time-or-excuse-me-but-im-a-bit-tied-up/), I decided to have a rather frank conversation with him about sex, STD’s, HIV, you know, all the bad stuff.

“Dad, I know all of that stuff.  And you know I don’t have a girlfriend right now.”

Fine.  Let’s talk fetish.  Which if you are a regular reader of my blog, you’d know I have a passing knowledge of the subject.  (All my love to Taylor St Claire and Debi Diamond!)

“Well you’re not going to tie me up!”

“DAD!”

“Glad that’s out-of-the-way. How much research have you done?  Seen anything on the internet you like?”

He wasn’t sure, so I introduced him to the subject of shibari, Japanese bondage.  We did a search together and I directed him to trusted links.  (That means I know the webmaster and am secure in the low virus risk.)

This is what he was needed.  My son is an accomplished artist currently specializing in manga.  Of course Doc Johnson has the new Black Rose line and some magnificent colored ropes for just such a purpose.  http://www.docjohnson.com/bondagerope-japanese-style-purple.html

As an artist, he loves purple and all of the designs he could create using rope patterns and the various colors/textures.

“Can you get me some of these?  Purple ropes and the purple silk?”

“Sure, but if you do not have a girlfriend, how are you going to use them?”

“I”ll just practice on myself.”

Shades of David Carradine!

So we a talk about safety, not tying yourself up to the point of no escape.  Frankly I do not need to come home and find my naked son tied up on the couch.  I might find it amusing later and fodder for endless jibes, but nothing I ever really need to see in my lifetime.

So if you doing self-bondage, always be sure you leave yourself a way to escape.  Just in case your Mother or UPS comes to the door.  I did have a friend who was quite fond of handcuffs.  He would freeze the key in a block of ice, then leave it in a pan where he could reach it when it thawed.  He used a pan because once the ice as it melted slid off the table and he had to be released by a friend.

Keep a cell phone within reach in case something like that happens.  Better embarrassed than tied up for a week with no food or bathroom!

So in the end, be frank, be honest, be careful and always buy bondage supplies from Doc Johnson.  (Remember?  They pay me!)

And while a bit discomforting, it is great to know that your kids can come to you with any issues they need to discuss.

Sex and Death (or, How Macabre, I’m Stiff!)

Sex and Death.

Two things without which life would be meaningless.

Recently, someone in my immediate family shuffled off her mortal coil way too soon.  (6/22/1935-7/28/2012)  I was devastated.  And I expected that.  What I did not expect was the effect of her death on my libido.

Normally, I have to pound my erection on the windowsill in an effort to make it go down.  During this time however, he was renamed Mr. Limpy.

Having returned from a week of sadness, family and a funeral, my anticipation for a little loving was high.  My lady friend arrived and proceeded to perform first class fellatio on me.

Nothing happened.

Couldn’t enjoy it, couldn’t respond to it.  She understood, but was rather disappointed.  She was disappointed?  Here I am, with a willing all-access woman, being depressed about the recent death, thinking about my own mortality and my penis was on vacation.  Not a good time at all.  I mean, was I getting too old?  How much time do I have left?  And will there be time for a sandwich before I go?

Happily, my libido is slowly returning.  Morning wood has returned and that gleam in my eye is firing up my furnace.  It has been almost two weeks since the world was shattered.  We may or may not try sex this weekend.  But you know what?  There is more to intimacy than sex.  Snuggling, talking, listening and just being there for each other.  Beautiful!

There is sex after death.  Just take the time to heal and keep moving forward.

Be good to yourself and each others.  Sometimes we all need someone to lean on.

Bondage Time! (or, Excuse Me, But I’m a Bit Tied Up…)

Let’s talk about Love.

Seriously.  Love requires a great deal of Trust.  And no where is Trust so needed as when we talk about bondage.

Ties That Bind

You see, if you do not trust your partner to tie you up, love is obviously lacking.  Quite frankly, you become very vulnerable during bondage and you really do become subject to your partner’s whims.  So, if you don’t love them or trust them, DO NOT LET THEM TIE YOU UP!  I cannot emphasise that enough.  However, if you are a ruthless thrill-seeker, I can’t help you.  You will do what you want regardless of the consequences.  Good luck!

For the rest of us, check out that cool new bondage line, Black Rose, from Doc Johnson!  It is all black and purple and stuff.  Beautiful.  Sometimes I get so weary of black and red.  Purple is a very sexy color to me.  I mean, after all, when have you ever seen pastel bondage gear?  That doesn’t mean that your bondage experience has to be all dark and brooding.  Quite the opposite!  Many bondage scenes are full of smiling and laughter.  (Especially if you are into tickling!)

Besides, hemp rope leaves burn marks while chains leave nasty bruises.  And some of us have to go to the PTA meeting tomorrow.  Ribbons work very well for bondage and leave fewer marks.  And don’t forget the blindfold or gag!

Where are you?

 Blindfolds are very cool. Keeps them guessing as to where you are and what you are about to do to them. 

I can hear some of you now, ” That gag isn’t so bad.  I could still talk!”  I dare you to try it.  Edgar Bergen or Jeff Dunham you ain’t.  This is simple, effective and reduces your partner to whimpers, sighs and moaning.  And we all like those, right? 

Do you see how important Trust is now?

You cannot move, you cannot talk and you cannot see.  You never know what is coming next.

That stings!

Now the cool thing about floggers is that they can caress the skin or thump the skin.  It all depends on what your partner wishes you to experience.  For an extra sting, tie a small knot in the end of each strand.  For an evil sting, tie a small pebble or tack into the end of each strand.  Oh, the sensations.  Oh, the endorphins!

And speaking of sensations, some like to be clothed while bound and some prefer to be nude.  If you prefer bound, we have a little something extra for you.

Vibrations move me…

Yep.  Vibrating panties.  Imagine wearing those while you are bound and helpless.  The sensations never stop which may bring you to climax after climax and there is nothing you can do about it.  Gracious, how you squirm!

So those are some fun things to play with during sex.  We love playing.  And experimenting.  I know a couple that has been married for over fifty years who confided in me that while they no longer participate in any bondage games, that the experimentation brought them so much closer together.  So I guess that means that bondage can actually help your relationship.  That’s where you find out if you partner has your back and looks out for you or if they are only out for themselves.

I wonder if bondage exercises would be an important part of pre-marital counseling?

So live long, play hard and don’t be afraid to get dirty.  At Doc Johnson we do not judge anyone’s sexual preferences.  We want to provide everything you need for an exciting and fulfilling sex life.

Slut Love (or, C’mon Over!)

Do you know the difference between a Slut and a Bitch?

A Slut will sleep with anyone  A Bitch will sleep with anyone but me!

Let’s talk about Sluts.  I love them.  Seems like these days, people are into slut shaming.  You know the drill, someone is doing the Walk of Shame so you start whispering behind their back, making snarky comments on social networks, checking out their naughty blogs and then sneaking off to rub one out.  (Go ahead!  It is still National Masturbation Month!)

Jealous much?

Sluts are very special people and need to be treated with understanding and tender loving care.  They cannot help themselves, they must share their joy with everyone who has need.  Sex is joy  And engaging in sex completes the circuit which brings the spirit if ever so briefly as close to Heaven/Nirvana/Valhalla/Fill in the Blank as one can be while still living.

They see sex differently than most.  To a Slut, sex is an open expression of love.  It is fun.  It is something to be shared.  And they share it with just about anyone who requests it properly.  Depending on the circumstances, properly may be anything from “Stroll with me beneath the moonlight and mayhap we will make a communal offering to the Great Spirit.” to “Meet me behind the dumpster!”

There was a story of a young Dali lama who was asked to cast a woman out for being a slut.  She was accused of seducing men, women and all living things.  When the Dali lama arrived, he found everyone waiting in line.  There was no fighting, pushing or trash talk.  And when he walked up to the young lady he could see that her beauty and love outshone the sun.  How could he cast out someone whose only crime was that she had been created with such beauty and generosity?

Something to think about people.  Much of the evil in this world would not happen if everyone was getting laid.  Sluts are the great equalizer.  If everyone could be open and honest about their sexual feelings.  They could be acted upon and a lot of tension would disappear.  Anyone could be a slut, you could be male, female, trans, whatever.  There is a Slut for everyone out there.

Oral sex sluts, anal sex sluts, gay sluts, lesbian sluts, sex toy sluts, why there is a whole world of sluttery (or should I say, sluttiosity) out there for you.  By the way, don’t forget to pick up your Official Doc Johnson Lubes, Toys and Stuff.  Even Sluts need a break now and then.

So what about Whores?

I love them too.  Everyone needs to get paid.  However, there is a good chance that a Whore has lost their way in drugs, or is being forced into prostitution or is so burned out that they no longer feel the joy.  This is a tough old world.  However, if more Sluts came out of their closet, fewer Whores would be necessary.  In fact, Sluts can put Whores out of business!

But as I said, Sluts need understanding and love.  Their hearts can be very tender and to misuse their gifts is what can change a sweet slut into a bitter person.  Treat your Slut kindly.  And if the Slut around, please understand, their gift is too great to keep to themselves.  If they are taking care of your needs, let them fly free.  They will come back.

Don’t shame the slut. Worship the Slut.

 

Synchronicity (Or, When Jupiter Aligns with Mars)

I’m back!  What did I miss?

We have so little to cover and so much time to do it.  Wait, scratch that.  Reverse it.  Moving on…

First – Dr Adam Ostrzenski, of the Institute of Gynocology in St Petersburg, Florida claims to have found the actual G-Spot!  You may have heard about this on the news, but let’s look a bit closer, shall we?  Whatever he found, it is causing huge waves in the medical and sexual health fields.  Doctors are lining up on both sides of the debate.  You see, one side says, “Hooray!  Another clue to the mystery!” while the other proclaims, “The G-Spot is not real!  Stop trying to make women into sexual robots who respond to physical impulses!”

Tough room.  The doctor claims that not only is this very small cluster of grape-like pods in a sac the g-spot, but that it can rupture or weaken most likely during labor trauma.  So it seems that having kids could really dent your sexual desire.  Regardless, he only found this in one woman, 84 years old.  As we do know, every woman is different.  The g-spot may be large or small or even non-existent.  The problem is that humans tend to get caught up in the whirlwind of “OMG, I Must Be Dysfunctional.”  Not only that, it only measured 8.1 mm by 1.5-3.6 mm by 0.4 mm.  Harder to find than the clitoris!  (Which is not hard to find at all!  See: https://quantumcogitation.com/2008/10/15/the-amazing-clitoris/)

So what are you going to do?  This is where Synchronicity happens:

It is National Masturbation Month!!!!!

So let’s go exploring!  Let’s break out our Official Doc Johnson Lubricant and Official Doc Johnson Toys and go spelunking.  We have all sorts of toys and gizmos to reach everyplace you have thought of and several that you haven’t.  If you need some masturbation tips, please refer to these wonderful columns:

https://quantumcogitation.com/2011/05/06/national-masturbation-month-part-1-im-not-jerking-you-around-here/

https://quantumcogitation.com/2011/05/27/airing-the-orchid-or-women-are-wankers-too/

Or check in with my Dear Friend Dr Suzy: http://bloggamy.com/masturbation-month-news/

But first some important news: There is nothing wrong with you if you cannot locate your G-Spot.  Some women are much more sensitive than others and every woman is different.  I would hate it if you were all the same.  So take your time.  Explore yourself alone or with a special friend.  The goal is not finding the g-spot.  The goal is your feeling good, having fun and feeling fulfilled.  Each of you is special and I love you dearly for it.  Relax, don’t worry.  Masturbate yourself to bliss!

Other Breaking News:

A recent study shows that men think about Sex, Food and Sleep.  In that order.  Can you say “DUH!”  How can I get paid to conduct these studies.  (Point of difference: The study was done with college aged men between 18-25.  I am a bit older and my order is Food, Drink, WOMAN, Sleep…)

Yet another study published in The American Journal of Medicine states that with many older women, sex gets better as they age.  I am still not surprised.  Older women know what works for them and how to achieve satisfaction.  Like I mentioned earlier, it is all about your satisfaction.  Satisfied women are happy women.  Happy women (come in California) make happy men.  Let’s do this people!

And finally: the FDA approves a new drug for the treatment of erectile dysfunction!  Huzzah!  Men suffering from ED need to masturbate too!  It is called Stendra and should be taken 30 minutes before sexual activity.  It is also a PDE5, so all the same warnings about nitrates, vision, hearing, etc, etc, etc.

Thanks for visiting!  Now wash your hands and let’s go get something to eat!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Power Flowers!

Happy Valentine’s Day!  Remember, I love YOU and there is nothing you can do about it.

What Did You Call Me? (or, Whiny Post, No Cheese or Crackers!))

You never think it could happen to you…

If I had known what was going to happen, I never would have gone.  But I did.

Yes, I went to the Biannual Society of Cosmetic Chemists Suppliers’ Day event at the Long Beach Convention Center.These were my peeps, my buddies, my pals.  We have stood side by side with beakers in our hands making a more beautiful tomorrow.  We had been to more disreputable clubs together and seen things that would turn a weaker man into jelly.  Yes we were held by bond stronger than most, its name is Bond, Ionic Bond.  (Chemistry joke.)

We had each other’s backs through acquisitions, lay-offs, marriages, divorces.  You never expect those folks to turn on you.

At the show I couldn’t go three feet without having someone yell, “Hey Dr Tim, over here!” or “Wait Dr Tim, I need to talk with you!” even “Dr Tim, I need your advice.”

Three hundred booths, seven hundred conversations.  It’s a good life.  If you are strong enough.

Then it happened.  One of my old buddies brought a baby chemist over to see me.  (A baby chemist is anyone with less than 25 years in the business.)  My friend said to me, “Tell this kid that the Noodle Incident* really happened.”

*Some incident names have been changed to protect the innocent.

“Of course it happened.  You were there.”

And then…

“Wow Dr Tim, Sir.  You are a Legend!  I can’t wait to tell everyone that I met you.”

WHAT????

When did that happen?  But it gets worse.  Not two rows later I get called an Icon of the Industry.  By an international group of chemists.  Apparently I am known from California to Japan.  The long way.  And the question that pesters me is “Why?”

What did I do that was so special?  Nothing comes to mind.  I have worked hard and long in my laboratory for almost 30 years.  Lost two wives and families because of my work.  Did I have a major breakthrough that helps humanity?  Doubtful.  Did I make a lot of people wealthy with my work?  Certainly.

(And speaking of my work, go buy some Official Doc Johnson toys and lubes!  The Sasha Grey Love Spit will blow your mind.  Or if the jacuzzi is your thing, try our new and improved iLube.  A cushiony silicone ride through the night.)

Did I touch people?  Probably.  I was a pizza guy once myself you know.  More people seem to remember me than I remember them.  Half of me calls BS, the other half loves the attention.

Apparently I live my life loud and proud with my freak flag unfurled, surviving and thriving in the corporate world.  I guess everyone does love the bad boy.

Am I bragging or complaining?  Not too sure yet.  Definitely a little of both.

Oh, on the lighter side, a female chemist caught me using a Star Trek reference.  She is the first one to spot it ever!  Major props.

I'm feeling it!

Dr Tim – the Man, the Icon, the Legend.  Let me help you get your freak on!  No muff too tough!  No trick too sick!

Brains… (or, Happy Halloween!)

Happy Halloween Everyone!

Here at Doc Johnson, we look forward to things that bump in the night!  And vibrate, buzz, rotate, lick, suck, well, you get the idea.

OK! Back up the tanker of Baby Oil! It's Party Time!

Now play safe tonight and be sure to stock up on your Official Doc Johnson toys and lubes.  They work great at parties.  After all, some us will be turning our tricks into treats…

What do you mean you didn't bring your Doc Johnson toys?

So eat Candy, eat your Honey (they both love it) and be sure to wash it down with a special protein shake.  For tonight we howl!

Bare Naked Bake Sale (or, helping people who help charity rocks!)

So I have this friend…

Really!  I do have a friend and she is one of the hardest working ladies I know.  Smart, funny, talented, married (damn), and dedicated to the cause.  We may not agree on everything, but we do agree on one thing.

People in this world need help.  And we want to help.  We would give the shirt off our backs to help.  So she did and the Bare Naked Bake Sale was born.

The website will be going live soon.  To read the back story, go here: http://barenakedbakesale.wordpress.com/

Sign up for updates here: http://bnakedb.kickofflabs.com/?s=1MZG

I believe.  I am a financial contributor and spirit coach.

I also did a short clip featuring their slogan; “I can change the world with the shirt off my back.”

If moobs offend you, do not click this link!  http://www.youtube.com/user/justinawalford#p/u/3/urf2LZsvOIk

You can follow Justina on Twitter (http://twitter.com/#!/JustinaWalford)

What are you doing to make the world a better place?

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