Sex Tip Tuesday
Added 2025-04-29 15:07:01 +0000 UTCTo kick off Masturbation May…here’s a few tips 💦
1. Lube is the main character
Dry is a crime. Water-based, silicone, flavored — get slippery with it.
2. Switch up the scene
Bed? Shower? Couch? Wherever. Just don’t get caught by your pet staring.
3. Don’t speedrun it
You’re not racing the clock. Tease. Edging is elite.
4. Two hands > one
One on the joystick, one on the nips, taint, vibes — you get it.
5. Toys aren’t cheating
Vibrators, strokers, prostate massagers — treat yo’self.
6. Watch, listen, or imagine
Explore that big sexy brain of yours. Fantasy = fire.
7. Aftercare, babe
Hydrate. Clean up. Compliment yourself. You’re hot. 💋
I hope these tips have helped! xo
Comments
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susie@drsusieg.com
2025-05-02 15:20:20 +0000 UTCIn honor of Masturbation May, a little something for the Spank Bank... After our amazing first date, we fell into a regular dating routine. Ours was a relatively “normal,” but exciting sex life. We had sex everywhere, in the car, in parking lots, behind occupied buildings, in the park. We couldn’t get enough of each other. The thought of getting caught enhanced the excitement of each experience. To avoid an obvious public display of affection at work, we had the habit of winking and blowing each other covert kisses as we passed in the halls. This felt exciting and forbidden. Then, one day, just as she had done before our first date, she stopped me in the hall. She looked at me as if we had never met and slipped a piece of paper into my hand. Upon it, she had written, “Meet me at (name of local bar) at 1:00AM. Don’t be late.” “Why all the mystery? Why couldn’t she just tell me?” I wondered. We were, after all, already involved. I tried calling her after work, but she did not answer. Playing her game, I got to the bar at the designated time. And there I sat. 1:00AM came and went, as did 1:15 and then 1:30 and 1:45. The bar closes at 2:00AM and still, she was not there. I tried calling her repeatedly, but still no answer. I wondered if she was Ok or if I had done something to anger her. The barmaid started cleaning up for close. The customers all began leaving, except for an older “hippie” couple in the corner booth. They must have been regulars as the barmaid appeared to be in no real rush to usher them out. I paid my tab and readied myself to leave. Just as I stood, the door opened. It was like an old, vinyl record skipping in my head as her silhouette passed through the door. "This wasn’t her. It couldn’t be." She approached the bar. Stopping at the far end, she leaned in, and placed an elbow upon the bar top. With a sexy, “come hither” motion, she beckoned the barmaid over. They leaned into each other across the bar and had a brief, whispered conversation. The barmaid shrugged and nodded in the affirmative to whatever was discussed. Smiling broadly, she came out from behind the bar and said something to the hippie couple, who just shrugged their shoulders and giggled. She then went to the door and locked it. My familiar stranger walked toward me slowly, one foot directly in front of the other, like a model walking the runway. I could not take my eyes off her. She wore a short, black leather Bolero-style jacket, with only a lacey, red bra beneath it. Her bare midriff sported a sparkly, belly button piercing. I had a new appreciation for the curves of her body, as she slinked toward me, hips rocking. Even through the dim lighting, I could see that she wore blood red lipstick. I yearned to kiss her. Her legs were lean and tanned. She wore a pair of sexy, black heels upon her perfect feet. Her toes were painted blood red to match her lips and fingertips. About her waist, was a black and red, plaid miniskirt, only slightly bigger than a belt. If she moved just so, there would be nothing left to the imagination as no panties could be seen. She stopped in front of me, placed one hand around the side of my face and the other upon my chest. With even more fervor than usual, she began to kiss me intently. She stopped, turned, took my hand to lead me away, and slowly walked us toward the pool table. Following behind her, she moved like a song, hips crashing side to side to an unheard, slow, heavy beat. Her gloriously round cheeks peeked out from beneath her skirt. But there was something else. It was a white-tipped, furry black fox tail, swaying in unison with the exaggerated motion of her hips. I had never seen this before. The thought of her shamelessly walking about in public, naked from the waist, down, with this toy inserted, made me lose my mind! My face began to grow warm and I could feel a pulse in my head. Apparently, the others had noticed this as well, as the barmaid’s mouth hung open and the hippie couple now followed behind us, eyes wide open. The anticipation built….
Steve
2025-05-01 05:23:34 +0000 UTCSometimes I think back and wonder why did I share that. 🤷♂️
Robert C.
2025-04-30 11:18:01 +0000 UTCDry is a crime! Huh. I wish my younger self knew this. - I’m chuckling over your one liners and puns. - Mirrors are hot I think for play. -Using the mental Rolodex keeps the mind healthy. -Playing thought tapes through are some of the best material. -I love a good wooden chair w/ a cushion and Or towel. I like this meditative position where my feet are grounded. Explore and self massage one hand on the scrotum massaging the testicles and the other on My shaft. When I’m ready I stand and look at my profile in the mirror!! It’s great! * Thanks for the tip about complimenting ourselves.
Robert C.
2025-04-29 16:38:11 +0000 UTCExcellent!
susie@drsusieg.com
2025-04-29 16:21:35 +0000 UTCI follow all of these regularly, though lube is optional for some activities, required for others.
Eric Hegeman
2025-04-29 15:35:46 +0000 UTC
