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Cyclist+Sex=A Bangin' Good Time

I recently read an article that referenced an article Bicycle Magazine had recently that discussed how cyclists make better lovers. I started wondering if this could be possible? I'm not talking the stuff we already know...cyclists are pretty damn hot in their hot winter gear and a nice frame just sends chills up my body. Don't even get me started on a hot chick on a hot bike...the sex appeal is huge!!!

But medically speaking, I have no idea if cyclists are great in bed. All the reasons make sense. Here are some that I have found on why cyclists are good at sex (or should be at least...)

1. We have bangin' cardiovascular health, which means awesome blood flow. Good Cardiovascular systems=good blood flow=blood can get to the penis and the clit pretty damn well.

2. Consistent biking=good health=more chance of having a nice orgasm

3. Stamina, we bike and we bike because we have stamina and drive, this also happens when we have sex.

4. Muscles are strong from cycling and having strength can really add to sex being good.

(Information from http://www.mcsweeneys.net/)

All this makes sense. We're fit, happy, strong and have drive. I can see how sex can be pretty awesome if you are a cyclist or having sex with a cyclist.

So to all you cyclists out there who not confident when it comes to sex, DON'T BE!!! Everything is in your favor of you being a good lover. If anyone has actually read this, my last words are: GO HAVE SEX!!! ITS GOOD FOR YOU!!!

Night All.

I'm Very Excited: The Kinky Llama of Chicago

So you're with that guy or girl, whoever you really want to get it on with. You are at that point when you know for sure, 100% positive that you are about to have sex. If you are a fairly decent person who has good sexual hygiene, this means you will most likely want a condom(s), dental dam(s), maybe some lube, or other nice things used to keep sex safe. You jump off your bed dig in your pants pockets, your bag, a drawer...and you find nothing and this means maybe what you want to have happen now won't because you forgot to grab dental dams the last time you were at a sex shop or you were a flake and didn't pick up condoms on the way home. And of course it is like 2:20 in the morning, and pouring rain out; who the hell is open? Crap situation. Hell, I've been in situations like this. All ready to go and then BAM...nothing happens because one little thing isn't around.

Well, The Kinky Llama of Chicago has come to save those situations where you really want to have sex, but just don't have the right things. Anthony Mikrut founded the Kinky Llama, which is sex toy bike messenger service that is 24/7. You check out his website, give him a call and place your order. In about an hour (according to the site) you will be able to start your fun after Mikrut comes to your place on his bike. Bangin'. I'm not just talking about condom needed unexpectedly , Mikrut has a decent stock of sex toys. Want to add some spur of the moment kink, but don't have handcuffs? Mikrut does and he has a bike to get them to you.

What an awesome idea. He is a genius and so I must give totes to Mikrut for coming up with an awesome solution for when sex is just around the corner.

The Kinky Llama's website has all the information a person needs to start using Mikrut's services.

On a less sexual note, I got an unpleasant call from the bank informing me that there might be some fraud going on with my debit card. They listed off some purchases that I DEFINATELY did not make! One song from itunes, a place that was prounounced like "venison," tacky costume jewerlry trying to look real...and fucking gourmet coffee online. Apparently it was a yuppie who was trying to use MY money.

Addition to the Sex Eggs Post

I thought I would provide people with where they can find the sex eggs:

ToyDemon only sells Tenga products

Tenga has a store online that is accessible if you don't speak Japanese

and if you want to be really amused check out the blog that Tenga has!

This won't be Habitual: Sunday Posts

I thought I might do a pillow talk post right from my bed and my pillows. Sadly, its not the right kind of pillow talk (no steamy, casual sex with a stranger for me last night), however there is a pillow involved.

I'm thinking about satisfaction and pleasure outside of the physical kind. I'm not a selfish person all of the time nor am I a bitch all of the time, but sometimes I am. Like this weekend, the bitch and maybe the selfish person emerged and it was mainly how I got my pleasure. I usually avoid going out, parties irritate me, but tonight since there was one celebrating Abe Lincoln's birthday I had to.

The bitch emerged at the first party: Columbia freshmen. Forties, beer bong, casual makeouts in corners, bad clothing and cameras everywhere. I couldn't help but be very amused about it all, but hell I once was a freshmen I shouldn't make fun or derive pleasure from their awkwardness and their attempts at being "hip." Too bad, I did and I loved it.

The second time I derived pleasure that night was because of one small thing.

It was nothing sexual or physical in nature. But the thrill of pleasure and satisfaction I felt made me warm, just like I was getting ready for sex. The ability to feel this way without physical acts happening, is one way that I have learned to appreciate living more. You can get a thrill of pleasure from the sound a jar lid makes when you first open it, or maybe even at the expense of someone else's secrets or awkward situation. But it needs to be a personal pleasure that isn't confessed. If you confess to being satisfied at the expense of someone you are a B.I.T.C.H and if you admit to likeing the sound a jar lid makes, well....then you might be seen as weird.

The point is, pleasure and satisfaction can happen without sex and that is pretty damn awesome.

(and if this post doesn't make sense, I apologize. I am bit hung over and dehydrated).

Masturbation Toy for Men

I found awhile ago an interesting sex toy made by the Japanese company Tenga. It always seems like the Japanese come up with the most clever ways to change how you do everyday things and clearly how to enhance a masturbation session hasn't been left out. While, I haven't personally experienced the "Eggs" for men (they are a bit hard to find in the United States and I don't speak Japanese). The "Eggs" are disposable and come in six packs. They are latex, egg shaped blobs that have a hollow center that is ribbed. The eggs even come with their own packet of lube. You fill the egg with lube, and slip it over your penis (if you have one). Now imagine what it feels like to have a wet, ribbed object sliding up and down you...it means an enhanced masturbation session!!

So totes to the Japanese for thinking of new ways to make autoeroticism more pleasurable.

On a different note, it is finally Friday and I am on the phone with my mother while I am blogging. Usually I tune her out when she talks about people she works with, but this conversation is actually pretty interesting...it is about how to get involved in professional baking, which is what I want to do with my life. However, mother is still going on and on, god love her (which I do), but she seems to always have a lot to say.

Well, Friday evening is about to start. Got my first beer of the night open!

First Post

I planned on writing this post this morning, but it is now 6:30 in the evening. What happened was J. came to pick me up to go to this awesome fabric store in Pilsen.

It is amazing and overwhelming. Tons of rooms filled with rolls and rolls of every type of fabric you can imagine. We spent about two hours there exploring and picking fabrics out.

J. and I are going to start making bike caps for Renegade Craft Fair in the summer. We found some badass colors and accents to use. They are going to be bangin'! (Yes, I said bangin'.)

Skipped class again. Not because I hate it, but it was easy for me to raionalize why I could skip class. Tonight's was about pornography and the book we had to read sounded interesting. Its called "Bound and Gagged." Somehow it was boring as hell. The author actually made porn boring!