On This Day in History

On this day in history I got an A+ on my final in the class I hated.  I also found out I got a B on the Spongebob paper, but given that I softball pitched that over the plate AND embarrassed the professor I am happy with that grade.  That means one final down, the one I did not want to take, and one final to go.  Given that the remaining final is sex I am pretty sure I can drop my pants and perform for an A+.

After class I got to go to Mama Lee’s.  Thank you S & Z for taking me along for the ride.  I had a blast and I brought home a box of Asian goodies.  Look upon my box of goodies.

100_5349I love going to Mama Lee’s so many goodies and I wasn’t able to get them all.  Next time bring a cooler and mochi for everyone!

Now I am going to unpack and step outside to enjoy the weather.

Rabid Dog of Answering the ?’s You Search For

Research MonkeyHello, I am your Research Monkey PHD.  Today was a good day for me.  I have an Answering the ?’s You Search For to do and those always make me smile even as I shake my head at you humans and your strange questions.  The other reason I am smiling is that my boss was called an ass by one professor and had his assiness confirmed by another.  I know I often think he is an ass.  Yes, I am aware that he is my boss and will read this, just as he is aware that I and others in the office think that he can be an ass.  Talk about your double prizer.

Now onto the ?’s and Search Terms that you used to get here that caught my attention.

Kinky Cooking

I had to think about this and talk with Mrs. Research Monkey, but here is what we came up with, cooking bacon in the nude, making a chocolate or caramel sauce-letting the sauce cool-and then pouring the sauce over your favorite body parts, anything with bananas, and for those looking to go full out kinky in the kitchen break out the bondage gear.  Interestingly enough a bondage mask could be both kinky and useful when cooking bacon in the nude.

Sex Acts To Do Before You Die

To the person who looked for this, name a sex act that you SHOULDN’T do before you die.

Hanged Naked Erection

My first thought was the Hanged Man Tarot Card.  Then I did a search and for whatever reason all of the hanged men are wearing clothing.  Then I remembered that when a man is hanged sometimes they get erections, sometimes ejaculate, and sometimes defecate. By this point I realized that I had put more work into this search term and the clarified search term Hanged Naked Men Erection than I had on anything else the boss had assigned me for the week.

Monkey Sex Stories

Always wrap your banana in a banana leaf when swinging with new monkeys.

In a pinch a fresh mango will do when a female is not around.

As much fun as bananas are plantains, even though they are shorter, are more durable.

Well that is more Monkey Sex Advice, but you can use your human sized imaginations to turn them into stories.

How To Make A Sex Doll Out of Pillows

Lay pillows on bed or other surface.  Make sure that there are enough pillows for you to lay upon comfortably.  Especially make sure that there are enough pillows underneath you that when you begin thrusting vigorously that you do not inadvertently jam your junk into the floor.  For the crafty you could draw a face and other important parts onto your pillows or sew what you need to give the pillows that “human” look.  For those both crafty and feeling froggy, extra pillows could be sewn on to make breasts of your favorite size and holes could be made for orifices of your choice.  This sounds like a craft and Etsy project.

Is Scratching During Sex Kinky

Depends on how you scratched, where you scratched, and if you had an itch.

Kinky Priest

I will get back to you later.

Salsa Dancing Then Sex Porn

Men who can dance have been known to get coitus more than men who cannot or not willing to dance. Thus I suggest that you learn how to dance and then you too can dance right into a sex porn.

I Have A Big Smile After Sex

So do we all.

And with that another installment of Answering the ?’s You Search For has come to an end.  I will endeavor to bring one to you at least every two months.

-Research Monkey, PHD

Kinky Fuckery: Mind Set

Research MonkeyHello, I am your Research Monkey, PHD. Welcome to the first of inside Nate’s mind, thoughts, or thinking process or well whatever in the hell you want to call the week long mess you are about to read.  Normally questions and the inner workings of my boss are my prevue to write and notify you about, however, this week he has decided to take the responsibility himself.  I apologize now for the language and what I will assume are many typos to be.

-R. Monkey, PHD

I enjoy examining how I think about…well everything.  Recently I wrote a post where I was talking or trying to talk about the mental leap, okay less of a leap and more of a step, that I have been going through in the sexual area.   After answering some questions I got to thinking about what I was trying to say, what I said, and how to say what I was trying to say better or clearer.  Follow that?  Sure you did.

I have two very broad ways that I think about sex that I am going to have.  There is the way I was raised to treat women, which is respectful of their wants and needs.  Making sure that their sexual needs and wants are understood and realized, before mine are (yes, Barb gets hers first, most of the time, and definitely all of the time).  I have spent most of my sexual life learning about women from women and any other source that I can.  I use what I know ,in general, combined with what I learn from the woman I am with, in this case Barb to make sure that she…well she is pleased in the bedroom.

Then there is the way I approach bondage.  Bondage is a plan.  I come up with something (s) that I want to do, or to accomplish: such as a position, long foreplay, photowork, wax play, or just about anything else.  Then I plan the whole thing out.  Well the whole thing out as far as equipment needed, positions, and transitions to new positions (I like to make one bondage position to the other as smooth as possible).  Bondage does have an organic component to me, usually during, on occasion spur of the moment, but in general I have given the matter some thought before hand.  Often well before hand.  Usually I have three or four bondage plans roaming around my head.

Together the two ways of thinking combine into a successful method of sex: bondage or no bondage.

Now I am trying to incorporate another way of thinking.  One that has been there in the back of my head forever, but not in a sexual sense or at least not recognized in a sexual sense.  Being in charge is not something that I have thought about from a sexual sense other than when the topic of male-male-female threesomes is brought up by someone other than us.  I have never felt the need to “take charge” or “be dominant” with a woman in the bedroom.  Lead in new activities sure, but the traditional role of a Dom is not something I have any thought to and in a way, to me, is counter to my first way of thinking about sex.  I give pleasure by doing not by ordering, commanding, leading, or any other word.  At least I had not thought about it from that angle.  Now I am.

Which leads to the mental step that I am working through.  As you can probably tell I am used to either going with the flow or making plans, generally speaking, in neither case do I need to maintain a façade, a persona, or think about what should/could happen.  To lead is to have an idea of a direction and to be able to react to changes that occur.  I am not sure of the direction I can go, let alone want to go.  Every time something new is added to the mix which means something new to learn to incorporate.

A good example one that may be relatable:  Bondage is like Chinese cooking-you can give me just about any number of Chinese ingredients and I can make up many dishes.  D/s is like Indian cooking which I am just now learning-many of the ingredients are familiar, but I have yet to make my own recipes.

I think that example sums up my mental leap best.  I am learning how to cook something new and how to merge the new flavors with the old to make even better food.

Kinky Fuckery: Saucey Sex

Perhaps I am in the minority as I have not publically met anyone who admits to liking adding food and sex together.  Nothing overly complicated such as trying to figure out how to hump over the steak and shrimp dinner.

“How are you liking the shrimp? Harder you say.  I may have overcooked the shrimp…OH you mean harder.”

100_5259Nothing overly messy either such as a cake or a pie.  I mean there are enough good eats at the party as there is, but every so often I like to add or maybe I crave a flavor with my sex.  No, nothing is wrong with how Barb tastes.  She tastes great and I am sure that if I had to cook or fry her she would taste great dipped in garlic flavored butter.  However, every once in a while chocolate, caramel, or some other sweet flavor on a boob.  Don’t you?  Fine maybe not a boob, some other body part.

I like food that can be deployed easily and cleaned up during the process of foreplay or sex. I don’t care about mess.  In fact to me messy sex, food or not, is a sign of successful sex.  Big ole wet spot, success.  Blankets on the floor around the bed, success.  The bedside lamp in three pieces and one post of the bed bent at an odd angle, success.  So tossing in some sticky, sweet, tasty mess not-a-problem.

Now I do not like to use food around the pussy.  For one the taste of pussy is great as is.  For another pussies and sugar…well just about anything found in a food do not go well together.  I am not say bad results all of the time, but one yeast infection due to an overload sugar, is one to many. Finally, I don’t know why but food and pussy is harder to clean up via eating than just eating the pussy in the first place.  So while I don’t mind a mess I do mind extra work.  Thus for me the food stays out or off of the pussy.

Oh, and while I am giving reasons why I don’t like food around the pussy…pubic hair.  Ever have to clean anything out of pubic hair?  Talk about a pain in the ass.  I don’t care how good that honey, chocolate or caramel sauce is try picking out hair with every lick and what’s worse the damn stuff is just not coming off that easily.  Not worth the effort.

100_5267But chocolate sauce on a nipple that is a nice, tiny, treat.  Even encourages some variation when cleaning up.  Fingers to scoop, tongue to lick, and move the sauce about, and sucking moves off the nipple and onto other areas of the breast.  In fact sauce encourages more play across the whole boob.  Think about that ladies…tired of having your nipples sucked or pinched to death?  Spread some sauce around and tell him to clean it up and clean it up GOOD!

Some of my favorite flavors for those who need some direction:

  • Chocolate and I am NOT a chocolate fan.
  • Caramel
  • Strawberry
  • Honey
  • Cool Whip
  • A combination of any of the flavors with additions like sprinkles. :)

I Made A Cheese Cake

I made a cheese cake.

That is not a euphemism for going to the bathroom.

That is not a sexual innuendo, although if I was to create my own sexual position I would name it cheese cake.

I do not bake.  Baking has been a kitchen skill that has eluded me for a long time.  I have tried and ended up with cookies so thin you could read through them and a pie that was more a soup.  A good soup, but not a pie.

However, I wanted cheese cake.  Barb did not want to bake a cheese cake.  I found a picture of a cheese cake that looked good.  So how bad could it get.

Follow along, I posted up dates on Facebook, and I show them to you here:

7 hours ago Facebook time: “Step 1 of making cheese cake: Look a recipe and realize that I am over my head.”

6 hrs ago Fbt: “Step 2 of making cheese cake: Gather ingredients.  Ask boy to smash graham crackers into fine powder.

Step 2.5 of making cheese cake: Run vacuum cleaner to sweep up graham cracker dust from boy opening sealed back and smashing dust everywhere.

Step 3 of making a cheese cake: Listen to children argue over who is smashing graham crackers better.  Begin looking for pre-headache medicine.”

Step 4 of making a cheese cake: Show Barb how to assemble the vacuum cleaner to pick up the crumbs while I put various ingredients in different bowls.”

5 hrs ago Fbt: “Step 5 in making a cheese cake: Follow instructions for crust notice that it does not look like picture.  Toss crust into stove wait and hope that they had bad lighting for their photo. :)

Step 6 of making a cheese cake: Remove crust from stove.  Follow, very closely the instructions for making the filling, wonder if the tiny lumps are supposed to be there, also wonder why filling is an off color of brown.  Dump filling into crust.  Toss into oven.  Spend a minute trying to get timer to work, wonder if I should subtract that minute from timing.  Get frustrated and walk away looking for a virgin or farm animal to sacrifice to the baking deities.”

4 hrs ago Fbt: “I can smell cheesecake!

I have seen the cheesecake (8 mins to go) it looks like a CHEESECAKE.  :)

100_5240Step 7 of making a cheese cake: Check “jiggle” (this seems to be a technical baking term and a reason why bakers are not respected as much as cooks :) ).  If “jiggle” is good, remove from oven and let cool for 30 min.  This is my first cheesecake cooling.  Isn’t it cool?”

3 hrs ago Fbt: “Step 8 of making a cheese cake: Cheese cake in frige for 4 hours.  Now we wait.

1 hr ago Fbt: “Step 9 of making a cheese cake: Check time left until ‘fridge chill is over.  2 hours to go.”

100_524113 min ago Fbt: “This cheese cake is mine. There are many like it, but this cheese cake is mine.  Without my cheese cake I will probably not get fat and have holes in my teeth.”

I am told that the cracking is part of the process for someone, ME, who has not done this before.  Personally I call them flavor channels and filled them in with caramel.

How does it taste?  GRRRRRrrreeeaaatttee!

On a Toothpick

Boy did I have plans today. A post with questions from Invisible Girl and why I find sexual stereotypes interesting and at times funny was the plan for the blog. Work on both term papers.  Work on homework. Clean house up a bit.  Cook dinner.  However, my children decided that today was the day to push all of my buttons at the same time.  That is a lot of buttons pushed and one very irritated man.  I decided to cook some fun food for me instead of sitting around pissed off.  And of course I found out that I was out of one of the main ingredients.  Fuck!  All was not lost though, as I am a good cook with an understanding how stuff should, note the should, taste.

In FU! Crockpot there is a recipe called Sliced Killbasa.

Hardware:

  • 3 quart crockpot
  • toothpicks (for that authentic feel)

Ingredients:

  • 1 pound of beef kielbasa sliced thin
  • 1/2 cup grape jam/jelly
  • 1/4 cup steak sauce
  • 2 tbsp. yellow mustard or Dijon (Dijon has a better flavor)
  • 1/4 cup brown sugar
  • 2 tbsp. honey

Instructions:

Put it all into a pre-heated 3 quart crockpot on LOW for 2 to 4 hours or on HIGH for 1 to 2 hours.  Turn down to WARM or LOW to keep food at temperature.

Yep that is all there is.  This is a good thing to snack on for the day especially if you have more than you with.  Serving on toothpicks makes the experience more authentic…if authentic to you is chunks of sample sized meat on a toothpick-you know like the grocery store samples.

As good as this is today I made something BETTER.

I will call this BBQ Sliced Killbasa.

Hardware:

  • 3 quart crockpot
  • toothpicks (for that authentic feel)

Ingredients:

  • 1 pound of beef kielbasa sliced thin
  • 1/2 cup grape jam/jelly
  • 1/4 cup BBQ sauce (I used Sweet Baby Ray’s)
  • 2 tbsp. white sugar
  • 1/4 cup brown sugar
  • 2 tbsp. honey
  • gherkins or dill pickle slices

Instructions:

I replaced the steak sauce with BBQ sauce, added more sugar, and got rid of the honey.  Barb won’t eat the original recipe, but she was eating these.  BIG SMILE!  My girl couldn’t stop eating them.  Cook exactly as the Sliced Killbasa.

Here are two variations and you can thank my girl for these.  Slice a gherkin and put the slices on top of a slice of killbasa slice.  Eat together.  I liked the gherkin better than what my girl really wanted which was regular old dill pickle slices.  Again, put dill pickle on top of a slice of killbasa and consume.

Hopefully after the kids get put to bed I will feel like finishing up my original post.

Reader Response Requested: Building a Better Blogger

Afternoon all.

As many of you know in the Fall I will be leading (I would say teaching, but I think there are some legal obligations behind the word) a class where the goal is to take students who have not blogged or are new to blogging and turn them into successful bloggers.  Well…as successful as they can be AFTER I impart (read deep tissue brain massage) what knowledge I can into them.

However, before I can do that I need to know what I am going to attempt to impart.  This means I have to create a lesson plan and this is where you come in.  I hope you help create better bloggers.

When I started blogging a year and half ago I had to learn by doing.  There was no class.  No one that I could talk to about the ins and outs of blogging.  Hell, there still aren’t.  I have seen blogs offering advice, but that doesn’t do a new blogger any good because they don’t know where to find anything.  I would like the students to walk away with the collected knowledge that all of us have learned by doing.

Here is my request to every blogger that reads this post:  Please help me build the best how to blog, how to maintain a blog, and how to write a blog class ever.

Share with your experiences, advice, lessons learned, and suggestions with me and everyone else.  Also, if you don’t mind me showing the students your blog let me know.  They will be seeing both of my blogs so don’t be worried about the content of your blog, they will see plenty of SEX from me.

Go nuts with your advice, suggestions, comments, experience, lesson learned, things you wished you had known earlier and so on.  The more information I have, the more I can impart, and the better bloggers we can build to add to the community.

Kinky Fuckery: Artistic Side of Sex

Cool WhipThere is a myth that goes something like this: “Every time she takes a bite of strawberry shortcake, a fairy gets their wings, but they don’t get the pink wig.”

When working on Naked in Life I encouraged all of the women to come up with ideas for photos that they wanted to do.  If they wanted to take the photos not only did we have a plan for that photo session, but they were excited to take the photos.  One woman had an idea to dress up like a fairy, a naked fairy, she just needed to find fairy wings, wig to match, and a magic wand.  She found fairy wings and magic wand pretty easily.

Around that time Halloween was in full swing, which was how she found the wings and wand, but she couldn’t find a single neon pink wig at any costume shop that she went into.  After some additional searching and calling around, she found the wig she wanted at a wig shop.  She went to the shop, tried on the wig.  Even had the wig trimmed for her face and bought the wig.  I got a very excited phone call from her.  She was so excited, that she came over the next day to take the photos.  Unfortunately…the wig didn’t look right on her.  No idea why the wig looked good at the shop, but just not right in public.  Her and Barb worked with the wig, hair pins, and moving the wig around on her head.  Nothing looked right…until she put the wig on backwards.  Yes, backwards.  With the wig on backwards she couldn’t see, but the damn thing looked “right enough” on her that we took a few photos.  When she saw the photos we all had a good laugh, but she didn’t use the wig again, except for a couple more quick photos.

A little while later, the woman in the photo (notice how she looks to be flipping me off…she was) found the wig in the prop box and decided to give the wig a try.  She grabbed the fairy wings, the wig and stood in front of the mirror.  The wings looked good, but the wig refused to cooperate…like we warned her.  She tried the wig on forwards and backwards nothing looked right, but she still was wearing the outfit when food was served.  I like to keep people fed and happy during photoshoots.  I started snapping photos as she was eating.  That is the wig on her backwards, while wearing the fairy wings, and eating strawberry shortcake. That is one of the better photos of the wig.  The wig went back into the prop box never to be used again.  The wings saw a lot of use.  The strawberry shortcake was awesome.

When I get my doodle of the original closet done I will write about my dream new closest.  Until then…something fun and a chance for you to flex your artistic wings.  Can you complete the following drawings, which are from Sex Doodles?

obeyTotem Pole

You Will Wish You Could Wash Your Brain

Thank you Calvin and I for nominating * me for a Very Inspiring Blogger Award, in his words for, “Love that someone took charge of surveying sexual customs.”  I don’t know about taking charge, but there is a conversation all over WordPress and that is exciting as all get out to me.  Again, thank you for nominating me. very-inspirational-blogger

Here are the rules of the award: 1.) Display the award logo on your blog. 2.) Link back to the person who nominated you. 3.) State 7 things about yourself. 4.) Nominate 15 bloggers for this award. 5.) Notify those bloggers of the nomination by linking to one of their specific posts so that they get notified by ping back.  (I still don’t do this.  Sorry, but WordPress really needs a direct email/communication tool for bloggers that follow each other).

Seven Things About Me That You Will Wish You Wash Your Brain Afterwards

  1. I am a patient man, I once waited two-years to have sex with a woman and that was an awesome threesome.
  2. I have only one known food oops, but in my defense if you are allergic to shellfish do not eat the shrimp I serve for dinner or better yet tell me before hand.
  3. I get frustrated easily by technology that is supposed to be “plug and play” and neither plugs nor plays.
  4. Speaking from personal experience chocolate pudding is a fun, messy, and tasty accessory to sex.
  5. If I could find at least four women, I would gladly start another Naked In Life book.  If I could find at least four couples, I would gladly start a third Naked In Life book.
  6. If I could reconstruct my bondage closet, with upgrades, I would and is one of the things I look forward to doing when we have a house of our own.
  7. TBD

15 Bloggers Who Inspire Me

Each of these bloggers inspires me in some way from their thirst for knowledge, their honesty, their humor, their writing, their emotions, and so on.  I recommend each one of them to everyone.  I am sure you will find something that appeals to you.  Make sure to let them know.

  1. Temperature’s Rising
  2. Seattlepolychick
  3. Invisible Girl vs the World
  4. Urban Wall Art
  5. BottledWorder
  6. Crazy in Suburbia
  7. The Narcissist’s Blog
  8. A Sexual Being
  9. Love, Sex, and Marriage
  10. SassySarahblog
  11. His Beloved Submissive
  12. Lovemen.org
  13. Sexual Intellectuals
  14. Life of a Lover Girl
  15. Kdaddy23′s Blog

There are more, but I still have a living room to clean up.  Take a look at each of them if you haven’t yet. Thank you again, Calvin and I for the nomination.  I still have a living room to clean up, but really feel like finally writing a blog about sex…oh…really?  Yeah, I guess I should help clean up the mess that I started…still…

* Why is it a nomination? I ask because when do I or someone else win?  I also ask because if there is an awards ceremony why have I not gotten an invite yet?

It Always Starts Small, Doesn’t It?

Here was our plan today:

  1. Rearrange the living room.
  2. Make an Indian dinner to have with friends.

That was all.  Notice only two things.  In my head both could be done in time.  Apparently in my head I am also uber-strong, uber-fast, and have the power to keep life from interfering.  That is not the reality.

I started early by figuring out where the various bookcases, mini-fridge, and television were going to have to go to make room for a spinning cabinet that we found that Barb was going to use for her crafts.  Two inches was the amount of space I needed, but I was tired of the view and thought if I am going to move all of this stuff why not rearrange.  How hard could it be?

Well…the mini-fridge didn’t fit in the first place, the door couldn’t open in the second, in the third the mini-fridge just looked odd…ugh.

The whole time my girl is wandering around using a tape measure to measure anything and everything, which turned out to be useful when I needed spaces measured and wanted the wrong numbers.  When she would finish measuring something she would attack that object with screwdrivers and the hammer in an attempt to fix the problem that the measuring tape had identified.

Lunch is called when moving a bookshelf it breaks.  Not broke break, but break enough that the repairs need time to set.  Thus we head out to get our medicines, the last components for the Indian dinner (remember that?), and some super glue for my painting projects this weekend.  Alas, that went smoothly when the pharmacist heard Barb say Nathan Barbara and my boy’s name and the pharmacist interpreted that as Nathan Barbara need medicine and my boy needed his instead of Nathan COMMA Barb COMMA my boy needed their medicine.  Given that she has just seen us yesterday this seemed to toss her into a syntax error situation.

Thus we got home late than a “just run to the store” situation and without lunch.  Double UGH!  The bookshelf repairs were holding, but dinner was supposed to be at 6 pm and the time was 2 pm.  I needed to start dinner prep while Barb continued to clean.  In the middle of dicing onions, dicing tomatoes, mincing garlic, and making a ginger-garlic paste we realized that the boy had to be picked up from school.  Barb stops cleaning, because now I am in the middle of making the carrot-raisin yogurt raita.  By the time she gets back, 3:30 ish she realizes OH SHIT!

OH SHIT! she had not started her 500 words or less why she should be allowed to join a research team email.  Barb is not a writer like me.  She takes anywhere from 5 to an hour to type an email.  Words are not her friend.  Meanwhile in the kitchen, I look at the clock, do some quick math, and realize that we have not even started making the chapatti bread which needs time to rest before we can even start to cook each flat on the stove-a two-person job; one rolls and one cooks.

MESS!Did I mention or had you noticed that the living room rearrangement had not resumed?  If you did notice that cudos to you because the mess on the table, floor, walls, and elsewhere was the final straw.  The picture is the mess as of 4:30. The hat on the table, that is my new hat, more on that in the blog on Speaking Out on Life.  I contacted the friends and postponed dinner until tomorrow.  Now I am going to get back to work cleaning up.

Barb, with my assistance, did get her email done and sent in on time.

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