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This might not be the most coherent post. Gabe and I just had some amazing sex. I want to be sure and tell you about it, though, because we overcame what could have been a couple obstacles to have it.

The first obstacle was a vague sort of blurginess. We’ve both had a beyond-the-pale, utterly exhausting couple of weeks. We’ve been drained. Often we’ve been ill with various problems. Though we’re recovering, I still didn’t know if I’d work right, or be able to stay positive and focused on us. Do you ever get nervous about being intimate after having been sick? I do.

The other, bigger obstacle was that Gabe had a mild migraine-type headache earlier today. His medicine had helped eliminate the pain after a while… but the medicine is also a vasoconstrictor, which reduces blood flow in the body. It makes it difficult-to-impossible to achieve an erection, and the sensations are different and sometimes far less pleasurable (or even painful).

Gabe still initiated some sexing time. He figured he could at least enjoy my body. I’m thankful for that determination on his part. If it’s only my head that’s in my way, I can hear him ask if I want to have sex, and the answer is immediately “YES!”. He got creative, and put on my harness and picked a strap-on dildo! It turns out it was comfortable for him, and it was certainly exciting, different and pleasurable for me. I had one orgasm with him on top, and one with him penetrating my pussy from behind me (a rather rare position for me to come in, actually). Somewhere in there I also climbed on top of him and rode the dildo.

Then, we explored what I could do with my mouth on his cock that would be pleasurable for him in his state. Sucking worked just fine, and I enjoyed doing that until he asked me to climb on board. With me on top of him and his cock inside me, he went somewhere blissful, and came hard.

The touching and kissing that we engaged in throughout the whole thing was relaxing, stress-relieving, centering, delightful, and deeply connective. We were lucky and found a way for both of us to come, but the whole thing - all of it - was a profoundly nurturing and healing experience. Don’t ever forget if your plans have been changed, and you think you can’t do one particular sex act, that moving forward with faith and delight can lead you lovely places.

I have for you another unique perspective on a healthy Christian sex life.

Gabe and I certainly do our theology quite differently than the folks at SexinChrist.com. But the writer shows that you can take the Bible literally and still have a super exciting sex life, since there’s a scriptural basis for anal sex, masturbation, threesomes and BDSM, and a biblical imperative to swallow semen.

One year of Pornocracy. One year of living together.

One year of making a home ours. One year of learning each other in new ways.

One year of a sex life under the same roof. Things are new… and familiar. Intense and relaxed. Adventurous and real and fantastic and nurturing and cozy.

You may notice some changes around here soon. We have a big redesign planned, and some new content in the works for Pornocracy 2.0. We will revamp our links list. We’re opening the door to tell you about good friends of ours with unique gifts. We’ll be looking for ways to communicate the deep changes we find in ourselves these days.

We are also ending our reviewing relationship with Babeland. They are a fantastic store. But we feel a bit of a disconnect with reviewing toys on our site. We’ll talk more about this, and about where we see Pornocracy’s values and goals heading from here.

One year. One year of blessings and sex and joy and spirit. Thank you for spending some of your year with us.

Love,

Gabe and Elizabeth

To make the viewing and downloading of our latest video a little easier I put the entire video in one drop. You can now stream or download with relative ease. Take a look!

I try to limit the amount of posts I make here that consist of “OMG, go read this!” without any real original content from me. Sometimes, though, there’s a post that’s just worth doing that. So seriously, go read Mollena’s The FatGirl Pervert Rants

I recently saw a post on FetLife calling for demo bottoms. Since this was for an event I’m attending, I was eager to volunteer. Then I read the post. The instructor specifically asked for slender models, because (and I am paraphrasing a bit) fuller-figured people’s skin doesn’t clamp / pinch easily.

I was really angry. And a bit stung.

Then I stopped myself.

How the fuck do we, an alternative outlier community, fail to see that all people being represented is far better then some people being represented?

Then I sat there pinching myself.

Quite literally.

I found it was pretty easy to grab skin on some areas, tougher on others. I imagine that to be the case with anyone.

To my jaundiced eye, this smacked of “Look, I don’t wanna play with fat girls so I’ll say something about how it is critical for the class so that I don’t have to reject a bunch of fat people.”

I’m fuming, thinking “So…your class is on “playing with thin people”? You are specifically EXCLUDING an entire class of folks because of their size? What happens to the person in class who is fat, has a fat partner, or might play with a fat person? You have no info for them? Why not have a few demo bottoms? Why not just put your your fucking call for bottoms and pick who you want without being so OBVIOUSLY exclusionary? What if you were teaching a goddanmed class and said “No brown skinned people because the marks don’t show up as well on dark people.” ?!?!”

But then…I didn’t say anything. Because I thought I was being hypersensitive.

Now, I wish I had.

We promised it was coming, and now I’ve stayed up for too late to make sure you get it! Our first porn with our shiny new camera is done! It’s shortish, it’s sexy, and you get about ten minutes of what I’m told is very cute boy butt.

You’ve got a couple of options for downloading. The first is to get the file via torrent. I’ve put it up on both PureTnA and Empornium.

If you don’t want to bother with that, I’ve also split the file into a 2-part zip and put it on drop.io. Snag part one and part two, open the first in your favorite compression software (I recommend 7zip) and extract the files.

The rule, as always, is if you watch it, LEAVE US COMMENTS! Seriously. We’re comment sluts, and you want to encourage us to keep doing this, right?

I am constantly amazed how many different ways something can feel prayerful, how many different ways sex can be a prayer.

Gabe and I had an experience Thursday night. As we began, I expected a quiet lovemaking session. Events slowly, organically turned. Energy shifted from caressing to pushing and pulling. Teeth and nails got involved and tears started, and I opened up and began to feel a special sacred space around me. I felt myself ripping open, being cleansed, being touched everywhere. I don’t know how he knew, but Gabe could tell where I was even when I couldn’t verbalize it, and he led me through multiple steps of an amazing, healing, creative journey. Through movement, and eye contact, and a few words, he told a whole story that rang through me like a bell. It was as though the whole thing was a guided meditation, building just what I needed inside me.

I felt something deep awaken. I felt strength - my unique strength - expanding within me. I felt my self expand and fill the space. I reclaimed my own fierceness. I remembered and reclaimed the fierceness in my spiritual role models - in Phedre, who fiercely submits. In Jesus, who fiercely submits.

In my pocket today, I have the prayer beads Gabe gave me years ago. The smooth blue beads lend a coolness to my hands as the heat continues to rise, in my heart and in my eyes. Days later, the effort lingers in my muscles. The push and pull is quieter, but still echoing. My voice was stretched sore from the touch of all that strength pouring through. For an instant, I had the name of God touch my flesh. It burns and enlivens.

I’d like to welcome another brilliant and sexy writer to the world of sex blogging. After sharing several of her journal entries about her experiences, the lovely Nyx has taken my advice and started her own blog about her adventures in sex and BDSM. I encourage you to visit The Yielding of Night. Leave her some comments (we all know bloggers thrive on them) and add her to your regular feeds. I assure you, she’s worth it.

 
 
 

I wanted her inside me. I wanted to suck her cock. I wanted her cock in my ass. I got what I wanted. She’s very good about giving me what I want.

I teased her with my tongue and watched her quiver. I slid my lips up and down around her cock while my fingers played with her clit. Too roughly, she told me, and I eased my ministrations. I became enraptured with sending all my erotic energy, all my desire to her through the cock in my mouth. She began to rub her clit. I asked her if she was going to come in my mouth. She said she might. I told her that’s what I wanted. She came hard just after I felt the head slip back into my throat for the third time. I kept stroking her gently, the smooth silicone wet with my saliva.

She worked her glorious cock into me slowly. The head felt huge going in, even though I know it’s not. My muscles clamped down hard once it was inside. My legs were up in the air. She eased forward. I was impatient. I wrapped my legs around her. I pulled her hard into me.

She rocked gently back and forth. “Harder,” I said. She got more frenzied, bucking up against me. “Fuck me hard, bitch!” I bellowed. Stop. More lube. Start over. Slowly. Faster. Harder. She grabbed my cock with her lube slicked hand and jacked me off while slamming her cock hard and deep into me. I screamed. I came. I kept coming.

I wanted her inside me.

I got what I wanted.