I am very interested to learn more about traditional methods of seduction. A friend from Benin shared with me some sex tips from her mother.
Mother: Put your husband’s head on your breast like this. Then rub his ears very gently like this. When he gets erect let him get on top. Wait until he is close to climax then you get on top. Afterwards there is nothing your husband won’t do for you.
According to my friend, periodically, her mum would try this method on her dad and for days afterwards daddy would follow mummy around the house, eager to do her bidding.

To think that once upon a time you loved this person, could not wait to speak to him, see him, spend time with him.
Then one day, you wake up, and things have changed.
You no longer feel the same way. You no longer want to spend time with him. It is now inconcieveable that you will spend the rest of your lives together.
What happens when love goes sour?

I find it interesting that the articles that inspired me to write this post both focussed on how much women love to receive oral sex – that a man is not a man if he doesn’t “lick her till Tomorrow comes”.
As far as I’m concerned, yes oral sex is nice, but trust me, if your woman doesn’t know how to enjoy receiving oral sex, you might as well be licking a money’s ass because I can bet you my puny Ministry salary that she’ll be wishing that’s what you were doing instead.
Pussy eating, clam diving, carpet munching, cunnilingus… it’s a fine art – hello! it’s the basis of lesbian sex – but not many …

A few months ago, Nana blogged about the ramifications and complications of dating a sexuality blogger. What do you share; what do you not share; should the person at the time be worried you’re going to expose every encounter? Nowhere are these complications more worrisome than when the blogger is entrenched in the institution of marriage.
 Ugh.
 The constant questioning of what you did with whom when, is exhausting. The worst part is the constant comparing between my former partners and him. It’s part of the reason I blog so sparingly. I know, I know. I shouldn’t let the haters stop me. But then my husband threw me a bone. He told me I should blog about …

If we weren’t living in a world of prudes, I would add pussy-eating to the list of hobbies on my CV. For me, pussy-eating is an exciting thing to do and I want the whole world to know about why I love it so.
Pussy-eating is fun, but it’s not something to be approached lightly. It is very serious business; it is art and it is science.
It is also, for me, an expression of the deepest love. I will never “go down” on anyone I am not in a serious relationship with. If it’s a fling or one-night stand, sorry, my tongue will not get anywhere near your pussy. This is the first cardinal …

Let me get straight to the point, eating pussy is quite a turn on for me. There’s no feeling like the feeling you get when you realize you can give immense pleasure to your woman. To have her moan and scream as you eat her out. And when she reaches the big O, that sense of accomplishment and pride that comes with the knowledge that you’ve given her total satisfaction (and the knowledge that she’ll be coming back for more). All women who love to have their pussies eaten out want them eaten right.
I know for sure that I didn’t get it right all the time when I started out. And I still don’t …

I have written a guest contribution for the “One Love” website on “How couples can get what they want sexually”.
Do let me know your thoughts…and please add on to the list.

I had some really interesting comments in response to my post on “Dating a Sexuality Blogger”. Even though the post was uploaded on 9th May, 2009 I still occasionally get a comment about it. In part, this is because of how Word Press enables me to show the most popular posts.
A fairly new (but we have quickly become close) friend responded to this post. I started to respond in the comments field but my comment was becoming so long that I thought I would make it a full post and an open response.
Nana Kofi – Wow! Charle, the compliments!!! How nice that you see me in such a rosy light On a …

So, I was hanging out at Aylos Bay, Akosombo, Ghana yesterday and saw this “art” outside the men’s room…I did hunt around in vain for one for the women but to no avail…
Isn’t the depiction of the African man “hang like a horse” a myth with almost, if not explicit, racist connotations?
Your thoughts

So, I’m hanging out with the amazing professional photographer Nana Kofi Acquah when I see a young man wearing a T shirt which says “Eat Pussy”. For a moment I am stunned – all sorts of thoughts are running through my mind and I do not react as he strides past me with his group of friends. Then I suddenly think this will be a great photo for the blog so I run after him and ask if he is willing to pose for a picture…
So men, this is a message from one of your own, “Eat Pussy”
I am feeling inspired to now write a post on “How to eat pussy”…soon to follow.
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