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Awaken your G-spot: praktijkworkshop

Awaken your G-spot: praktijkworkshop

Wat je zelf doet, doe je meestal beter. Dat beweert toch menig doe-het-zelver. Maar hoe zit dat met ons eigen lichaam? Weten we daar wel alles zitten en weten we wel hoe we er mee om moeten gaan? Loveware, een vrouwvriendelijke ero-shop, wil dames alvast een handje helpen in het solo-spel en organiseert daarom op zaterdag 27 september een praktijkworkshop rond de G-spot en vrouwelijke ejaculatie. Geen pottenkijkers tijdens deze uitgebreide praktijkworkshop aangezien er enkel vrouwen zijn toegelaten. En een aangename sfeer wordt gegarandeerd gezien het het aantal deelneemsters is beperkt tot zes.

Wat leren deze 6 gelukkige dames? De G-spot vinden, praktische tips om niet alleen tot een G-spot orgasme te komen en ook een initiatie tot de kunst van de vrouwelijke ejaculatie. De theorie en de praktijk. Handen uit de mouwen dus. Lesgeefster die dag is Deborah Sundahl, bekend schrijfster van ondermeer Female Ejaculation and the G-spot en daardoor de geschikte vrouw maakt voor deze les.

Op het einde van de dag zullen de 6 dames alles weten over de G-spot en hoe deze in hun lichaam werkt. De workshop vindt plaats in een besloten, aangename locatie en de privacy wordt op alle punten gegarandeerd. Het gaat daarbij over jouw lichaam, jouw kennis van en ervaring met jouw G-spot. Dit is dan ook een unieke, one-of-a-kind gelegenheid om hands-on (alléén jouw eigen handen!) ervaring met jouw G-spot te krijgen.

Kort samengevat:

Op het einde van de workshop zal je:

  • begrijpen hoe je kan ejaculeren
  • ervaren hoe jouw orgasmes gevarieerder en dieper kunnen worden
  • weten wat een G-spot orgasme is, en hoe je deze kan ervaren
  • meer aanwezig zijn en meer plezier vinden in jouw seksualiteit, met jezelf of met een partner
  • meer seksueel welzijn en zelfvertrouwen hebben

De locatie wordt meegedeeld na je inschrijving of kan je telefonisch of via mail bevragen aan rebecca at loveware punt be. Wil je meer info over de details van de workshop, dan kan je die eveneens telefonisch of via mail aanvragen.

Meer informatie over en ervaringen met de workshop vind je ook op de website van Deborah.

Waar? Centrum Mechelen (locatie wordt meegedeeld na je inschrijving)
Wanneer: Zaterdag 27 september 2014 van 10.00u tot 17.30u.
Kostprijs: 100,00 euro per persoon. Koffie / thee en broodjeslunch ingebrepen.
Voertaal: Engels. Vertaling naar het Nederlands gebeurt naar behoefte.

Inschrijven en vooraf betalen is verplicht, en kan door deze workshop aan te kopen via de “koop nu”-knop. U kan ook in de winkel komen reserveren en betalen.
Meer info via mail aan rebecca@loveware.be of telefonisch op 015/34.88.67 van dinsdag tot zaterdag tussen 11.00u en 18.00u doorlopend.

 

Meer info over de lesgeefster:

DEBORAH SUNDAHL is an author, lecturer, seminar leader and sex educator. Her seminal book, Female Ejaculation and the G-spot, and her line of videos created for her Female Ejaculation Sex Education Institute, have taught thousands of men and women about the G-spot and female ejaculation. Through her workshops, lectures and instructional media, Deborah has spread the good news internationally about the G-spot and female ejaculation since 1991.

www.deborahsundahl.com

September 10, 2014Read More
Trans* Debate

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When you thrive in the fetish environment you meet a lot of open-minded people, me loving to discuss the way I do and having recently came out as a trans-man, I am a bit of a get to person for some people on my opinion on those things. This evening one of my open-minded friends approached me on feeling tricked, mainly by a set of pictures on twitter, were apparently there was a trans-woman or a cross dresser involved. Now his problem was that she had not disclosed this until later, after he already had sexual fantasies about her.

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Shame

Shame

I was an early-bird.
My first sexual memory dates far back, when boxes were pirate ships, summer endless and my n’unkle a jungle gym. The couple next door had a daughter about the same age as me and through the grapevine, we grew besties pretty quick. We exchanged stickers that we saved, we climbed trees, we build castles for our dolls and we dressed up in her mothers make-up. We did all the typical things that little kids do, alongside the first glimpse down the breaches.

She had a nurses play-set, complete with stethoscope, band-aids and a thermometer. Sitting in the dimmed basement, in between the tiny train-tracks we weren’t allowed to operate yet, I lay gravely ill. As most recollection from that age, this is a hazy interval. One image remains to me, clear as a Polaroid snap. Her little hands fiddling the instrument, her white plastic jacket in the background. Our giggles over the pill-box that we filled with M&M’s. The stern look Dr. Sophia would wear when she proclaimed I was going to die of Mikelarenditieris and her whispering “You’re sick. I need to take your temperature.”
She’d hand me the trinket and I would slip out of my panties, crouch and slide the toy inside me. Afterwards I’d hand it back to her, she would examine it thoroughly, then toss it back in her medical case and heal me according to the condition of the day. It was our favorite game to play.
I was sick with nothing, but happy little tickles in my lower abdomen.
It was one of those interactions children see no harm in whatsoever themselves, but when parents find out, they become a problem. Her dad walked in during an examination, saw us and got seriously upset. My mother picked me up, and playtime was over. Sophia never came to my house again. I received no explanation, safe from a firm look and no dessert. When I finally had the guts to ask my mother why, she sat me down and said sighing that we did a bad thing. If I ever tried that sort of thing again, I’d never keep any friends. And that was that.

This story is not unlike to a variety of others. But at age five, it set the tone.
Toying with the no-no zone was bad.
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The store (part one)

The store (part one)

Stepping out of the car, the cold evening air hits my face like a bucket full of freezing water. Unusually cold evening for this time of year. Positioned under one of the still functioning lights, I overlook the street. Two people at the far left corner, discussing something, very aware of their surroundings, dealing drugs? A man, wobbling, probably drunk, walking away from a bar, passes by. I instinctly keep my arms up, ready to form a barrier. He doesn’t notice us. Another man, quickened pace, enters a door at the opposite end of the street. Casting my eyes upon the two-storey building, I know instantly that this is definitely the place.

Standing right behind me, at 5’2″ over one feet shorter than I, my sub is getting a bit restless. She is scanning her surroundings, aware of the fact that we are parked right in front of a sex shop, and a very dingy one at that. The door looks like a ten-year-old could break it down, the windows haven’t been washed in years and the neon name sign, shining a bright red light on the shop every few seconds, makes it looks even more sleezy. Peeking inside is made totally impossible by ugly curtains, that block any attempts to have a quick look to determine whether someone would even want to enter. Overall, this establishment seemed about as inviting as a bible belt bar to a black gay couple.
. I pinch her elbow and cup her chin, tilting her head upwards so that she has no choice but to look at me.

“You don’t feel like backing out, do you?”, I ask her.

She contemplates this question. I can see right through her, reading every tiny change in her stance, facial expression, the way her eyes move. It’s like reading a book for the tenth time. I know her answer long before she finally opens her mouth.

“I do, sir, I want to please you. It’s just…”

‘You’re ashamed.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why is that?”

Another question that bears some consideration. As the cold is starting to get to my bones and I’m eager to get started, I answer for her.

“You are ashamed because you are gonna let her out again.”

She nods ever so slightly.

I roll my eyes as I move my hand from her chin to her hair and pull her head back. Gently I slide my fingers under her skirt, which barely reaches half way to her knees. Her legs feel frozen, but the closer I get to her pussy, the more heated I find her skin. I slide into her panties and she moans as my finger finds her clit. Making sure not to overdo it, I rub my finger against it. Then I bend forward, going even further down her panties, to find out what I was actually looking for. I push deeper and deeper inside of her.

“You are soaking wet. Don’t tell me you don’t want this.”

A deep, raspy growl escapes from her mouth, as if a primal urge is awoken somewhere inside of her. She does want it, badly. The mere thought is making her horny beyond comprehension. When I feel she starts shuddering, near to her orgasm, I suddenly stop fingering her. Laconically I smell my fingers, dripping with her juices. I’m sure that my smirk must be a great sight.

“Lets go inside”. It’s not a question, but she knows that she can still backout. She just smiles and clings to me as we start moving. As I grab her hand, squeezing it to assure her I’ll be there every step of the way, we cross the street and enter the store.

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One

One

“Sit.”
I’m pushed down on the rugged chair, towel draped over the cushion. He’s gotten cautious since the last time.
The minute I crouch, his hands are on my shoulders. The edge catches my back with a snap of bone on wood, too impatient for my indicate behavior.
He holds a firm grip on my neck, icepick locks of flesh, so forceful they may as well be metal straps.

I suck air in an attempt for mercy.
The collar rattles.
“Stay.”
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Agness

Agness

This morning, she waves as I turn the corner and start the long silent walk home. My phone is dead. The sun should be out, but all that lays over the canal is a blanket of darkening grey storm. It’ll drizzle soon.

Reverse, motion in displacement, emotions muted out in comical displacement. Mouths gasping, the occasional dancing white shaking line of snow, up, ripped, scroll.

Press play.

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All Love is equal – fotoreeks van Braden Summers

All Love is equal – fotoreeks van Braden Summers

Liefde kent geen grenzen. Geen leeftijd, geen ras, religie noch geslacht. Alles is liefde en net dat wilde de New-Yorkse fotograaf Braden Summers vastleggen op de gevoelige plaat.

Met wat hulp van Kickstarter, hij haalde er 23 000 dollar op, trok Summers de wereld rond. De zelfverklaarde homo maakte prachtige beelden van gay en lesbische koppels uit Frankrijk, India, Libanon, Brazilië, Zuid-Afrika, de VS en de UK.

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