Trapped in her home by a world on hold Eve reflects on her life and the little things she took for granted and longed for the romantic times of the past. Tortured by isolation, and loss of a loved one.
Her erotic memories play out in her mind like a technicolor film filled with romance, lust and women of all shapes and sizes. Occasionally she is dragged back to reality and the depression that is 2020. The only thing keeping her from deep depression is the torrid memories of love and lust of her previous life.
Surprisingly, she is inspired by a neighbor from her own building. Over time she watches as the older woman, seems to appear positive and it’s certain she is not letting the quarantine make her give up on life. Even when she realizes the older woman has suffered the death of her loving husband, she sees the woman push forward and live her life.
Eve begins doing what she has seen the older woman do, and the world starts to be less restrictive, motivating Eve to press forward herself. This new outlook in Eve bubbles over to the point, that the next time she see the older woman, rushed to embrace her now knowing she is no longer alone and adrift.
My earliest memory of this journey is my mom taking me to the doctor and having a pelvic exam at age thirteen.
She was worried because I was not developing breasts and had not started my period.
After a couple of visits to the family doctor they decided that I needed to go to a specialist at the hospital. I remember being taken into a room by two doctors and told to disrobe and put on a hospital gown.
My parents remained in the waiting room. Then they had me lay on the medical table, put my feet in the stirrups, and spread my legs at the knees.
I remember feeling so self-conscience. Then the two doctors started poking and prodding me, inserting fingers and medical utensils inside me.
I remember wincing in pain. I suppose this is how I lost my virginity.
Then they brought in more doctors to look at me and touch me. I’m not sure how many doctors ended up coming into the room to see my “abnormality”. In my mind, it seems like there must have been at least twenty. When I close my eyes and think back to that day, all I see is a room was filled with white coats. I felt like I was a freak show.
Even now, many years later, just the sight of a white coat makes me anxious. Looking back, because I felt like I had no choice about what was happening, I consider this the first time I was raped. I know I really wasn’t raped, but that is what it felt like. After the doctors were done with me, they told me to get dressed and have a seat. I did as they asked. Only two doctors remained in the room with me. They sat in front of me and told me that I had abnormal ovaries that should be removed because they were pre-cancerous. I was informed that I could never have biological children, but I could have a “normal” sex life.
They brought my parents back and told them the same thing. About then, I think I must have went into shock. I didn’t cry. I didn’t ask any questions. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t bring myself to speak for the next three days. Worse yet, I spent the next fourteen years of my life worried that the cancer would come back.
I am not sure how much time passed before I had my surgery. I think it was a couple of weeks. I was admitted into the hospital and was assigned a room in the pediatric ward. The two year old little boy in the room with me was a burn victim. He had pulled a pot of boiling water off the stove and on to himself. Any flowers sent for me had to be taken directly to my home, because there couldn’t be any pollen in the room.
I remember feeling so sad for the little boy. His parents stayed with him day and night. Secretively and selfishly, I was so glad that they were there because I was very frightened and I didn’t really know what was going to happen to me next.
I don’t remember much before the surgery, but I do remember being wheeled back to my room on the gurney after the surgery.
It felt like they were hitting every crack and hole in the floor. It felt like my stomach was being ripped apart. They gave me a shot for the pain when I got back to my room. I fell back to sleep for a few hours. When I woke up they wanted me to empty my bladder. I tried, but I couldn’t. They inserted a catheter inside me to drain my bladder.
They kept me in the hospital for a few days before I could go home. I remember forcing myself to walk, wheeling my IV up and down the hospital hallway, each time trying to stand up a little straighter and not walk all hunched over. I was pretty much sliced from hipbone to hipbone across my lower tummy, so doing anything except lay on my side with a pillow against my stomach was pure agony. When I finally got home, my mom told me that the doctor said to tell people that I had my appendix removed.
She said that no one would understand what really happened, and people would make fun of me if they knew the truth. I couldn’t figure out why someone would make fun of me for having pre-cancerous ovaries, but I did as she asked.
After the surgery, I had monthly doctor visits to make sure everything was progressing the way they had hoped. Each time the doctor would do a pelvic exam and ask me if I had a boyfriend and if I was having sex yet. This led me to believe that I better get a boyfriend and have sex, otherwise the doctor would not think I was “normal”.
So I did just that. I found a boyfriend. It took a while to work up the courage to have sex, especially since I was so self-conscience of my body with the scar across my abdomen and the bald vagina between my legs. Finally, at my 15th birthday party, my boyfriend who was a year older than me, told me that if I didn’t have sex with him he was going to break up with me. I panicked because if I didn’t have a boyfriend the doctor would tell my parents that something was wrong with me.
Misty had been a lesbian since she could remember beginning with her exploits with an Asian girl, Nho her freshman year of college. She then meets another Asian woman Lau, when she gets older causing her erotic flashbacks to her time’s with Nho.
Small town girl, Misty meets Nho during her freshman year of college, the two share a rather interesting fetish and because of that they became best friends that lasted beyond college.
At thirty, a Ph.D. candidate and college lecturer this new job meant leaving Nho and moving on, though still friends. While Misty was settling in her new surroundings, she was realized she missed her best friend and decided she needed to go out and meet some people. She call Nho and tells her about missing her, and Nho encourages her to go out and meet some people.
She sits in the local watering hole for the college and works her way to a pretty good buzz and soon before she realized it was nearly closing time. It’s then she saw the attractive Asian woman she noticed earlier in the evening was about the only other person in the bar with her. During their conversation at the bar, Misty finds out that Lau is about her age, rich and quite mysterious. All the qualities that attracted Misty to her.
Lonely and horny Misty was an easy target for the Asian woman, whose name Misty learned was Lau Chen. Following a torrid night at Lau’s home, the Asian woman persuades Misty to live with her, and her house keeper Josie. She agrees, not in a million years knowing what she was getting herself into.
Two bi-curious teenagers, Darcy and Phoebe are discovered in Rita’s barn satisfying their curiosity. The older woman that her discovery as an excellent erotic opportunity.
Eighteen year olds, Darcy and Phoebe see an empty barn as an ideal spot to satisfy their lesbian curiosity. Unfortunately they are discovered in a very compromising situation and the farmer that owns the barn, Rita sees this as an opportunity to satisfy her own randy curiosities.
Rita promises not to tell the girls’ parents if they will help out around the farm and provide other services that Rita and her hired farm hand Jean might decide they need. The teens quickly agree to the arrangement and begin their duties immediately.
The teens soon realize they are turned on by the situation and eagerly go about their chores, and services with great enthusiasm that surprises even the two older women. One thing the two teen do know is that it’s going to be hot steamy summer before they head off to college in the fall.
From her table at the bistro Tegan has watched, the same beautiful blonde for weeks, never mustering the courage to introduce herself and get acquainted. Today she vows to summon that courage once and for all.
Lesley’s Booby Trap Bistro is a favorite drinking spot for Tegan and Nicole. Neither one knows the other but each have been watching each other for weeks. Once a failed attempt at introduction fizzles neither woman made any attempt to get acquainted.
Each woman sees the other as her dream girl creating sexual tension neither woman can ignore. Finally, the tension has built to a boiling point and Tegan vows that the next time she sees Nicole she is going to introduce herself.
The introductions the second time goes much smoother than the first many weeks ago. The two warm to each other and soon the relationships moves to a sexual nature. Perhaps both women were hesitant to meet because of the deep dark lascivious desires each carries inside themselves would frighten or shock most women.
Once the self-inflicted barriers are dropped the relationship ignites fires in both Nicole and Tegan, and the both of them bare themselves to the other and share all the primitive animal lusts that drives each of them.
Darcy had just ended the worst day of her career and decided to stop at a club and have a few drinks to drown her sorrows. Little knowing her worst day had just begun.
Darcy stopped into a club to raise her spirits following the most humiliating day of her life. Before she can even order a drink, Brenda and Steve are sitting next to her and coming on pretty strong.
Realizing that they were hitting on her, she first though about leaving, then she thought maybe a little action with this couple might be just the ticket finish the day on a brighter note. She thought wrong. Steve and Brenda were kidnappers, and their plans didn’t include making Darcy feel better.
The couple force the cute redhead into a wide assortment of punishment and bondage. To cap it off the couple decide another female would add to the fun and they bring Sara, an loose woman willing to do about anything,
Sara shows Darcy some of the most excruciating methods of extracting pleasure. And it is her involvement with the debauched Sara, Darcy learns a possible skill she can use to her advantage in her career. Maybe her future is getting brighter.
In a recent, skin-baring, rainbow-colored Instagram post to her 4.2 million followers, the reality TV star, YouTuber, and rapper (known mostly for her hits like “Ah Ah Ah” and “Different Freestyle”) opened up about her sexuality, revealing to the world that she is proud to be bi!
“Happy Pride Month,” the 29-year-old captioned her Pride-themed photo announcement. “I’m proud to announce that I’m bisexual.”
Shortly after the Love & Hip Hop and Bad Girls Club alum made the post, fans flooded her comment section with love and support.
“We knew girl!” one commenter wrote.
“We’re happy for you, sis!!” said another.
DreamDoll then took to her Twitter account to let fans know that she has been seeing and appreciating all the love that has been coming her way since her coming out.
“I’ve been getting so much love and comfort in my DMs,” she said. “I love it here.”
Of course, with public praise also comes some public scrutiny, and Dream also had to let creepy men who fetishize bi women know that she is absolutely not here for any of those shenanigans.
“Some guys are so ignorant,” she said in a follow-up tweet. “Just because a woman is bisexual don’t equal 3 sums nor does that mean she want to share her girl with y’all crusty asses tf!!!!”
Whitney meets Milla at a lesbian club. Over drinks Milla learns that Whitney is afraid to go home because of her abusive husband. Milla offers to help, for a price.
Whitney accidently bumps into a curvaceous and mysterious blonde, Milla while both are about to leave a club. Whitney offers to buy Milla a drink and the two take a seat at the bar and soon they are talking like old friend.
Whitney explains she has to get home because her husband is furious she is out without his permission. Milla finds that shocking in this day and age and offers to help. Skeptical that Milla can help she agrees and let’s Milla take her home, but first a stop at Milla’s place to get more acquainted.
They arrive, much later at Whitney’s home and Milla escorts her to the door where she meets Whitney’s husband Evan. Surprisingly, Milla handles the rich bully with ease and shockingly she even offers a possible threesome in the future with the couple. Evan is now putty in the mysterious pale yellow eyed blonde’s hands. Neither Evan, nor Whitney has any idea of what Milla has planned or they never would have accepted.
Some women find an orgasm impossible to achieve, and there may be a physical reason for it.
Women and orgasm: the discussions go on and on. Orgasm is such a mystery in women and science is continually trying to figure it out.
Rather amazingly, up to 80% of women have trouble experiencing orgasm exclusively from vaginal intercourse. This means that almost all women need some kind of extra stimulation to reap any kind of pleasure-filled result, when having sex.
And to make matters more daunting, a study from 2014 published in the Journal of Sexual Medicine found that the size and place of a woman’s clitoris matters. Women blessed to be born with a larger clitoris placed closer to the vagina found it easier to achieve orgasm.
Size Matters
How did researchers study such an elusive thing? They used magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) technology to scan the pelvic area of 30 women in their 30s. A third of these women reported trying to orgasm but never having achieved any results, and the rest had regular orgasmic experiences during sex, whether through clitoral stimulation or not.
The researchers measured the size and alignment of the women’s anatomy and found the discrepancies. The women who found it impossible to orgasm had a distance between their clitoris and their vaginal opening that was 5 to 6 mm longer than the other women, and they also had a smaller clitoris size, on average.
Why these things matter when it comes to piles of pleasure during sex is something that researchers can’t yet answer. The clitoris has so many nerve endings packed in a tiny space, and scientists are guessing that maybe women with a smaller clitoris have fewer nerve endings there.
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