Now THAT is the kind of partying I want to do this weekend! Hopefully I'll have some stories for my loyal readers on Monday. Until then, have a shot in my honor.
Pain: usually localized physical suffering associated with bodily disorder (as a disease or an injury); also : a basic bodily sensation induced by a noxious stimulus, received by naked nerve endings, characterized by physical discomfort (as pricking, throbbing, or aching), and typically leading to evasive action.
During a recent video research session relating to the mating rituals and habits of the California-based porneus starius, I found myself pondering an arousing and interesting thought. This thought came to me ever so gently, as I was giving a routine breast exam to the young lady beside me. During the procedure, the female began to show signs of arousal at my touch and urged me to continue in a more provocative manner. I obliged, and slowly started to squeeze the nipple of her left breast between my thumb and forefinger in a gentle yet firm manner. Upon doing so, the female began to moan and rotate her pelvis in a counter-clockwise motion while digging her nails into the arm of the sofa. Soon, she began to request an increase in the pressure on her nipple with varying degrees of urgency and desire. Her verbal commands of “harder…please, harder!” instigated the increased nipple squeezes which led to the moment when I found myself pondering the arousing and interesting thought: I'm touching a boobie!
I continued to increase the pressure to her nipple, while trying to keep myself from squeezing too hard, thus prematurely ending the breast exam. However, to my surprise the female continued to request that more pressure be introduced to the squeezing of the mammary protuberance, until I found myself compressing it at levels which bordered on pain and lunacy. When this level was reached, the female began to inhale and exhale deeply, while biting her lower lip and continuing to dig her nails into the sofa. It was then, that she displayed what many researchers refer to as “throes of passion” which would inevitably lead to the moment of orgasm. At this point it was decided to continue the exam in a more private location where I would be able to “bust a nut” in a controlled research scenario.
After the session was concluded and I had completed all of my research, I found myself wondering about the correlations between pain and pleasure. Where does one end, and the other begin? Are they synonymous? Do they exist in a causational relationship? Can too much pleasure be painful, or too much pain be pleasurable? The questions swirled in my mind, and I found it difficult to fall asleep as I lay there next to my research subject. I decided that more testing had to be done.
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Of course, we all know that some people enjoy pain; the common term of masochism is defined as a sexual perversion characterized by pleasure in being subjected to pain or humiliation. Well, this definition doesn’t quite fit all of the possible scenarios for enjoying the sensation of pain, in my opinion. Why is it automatically sexual? Haven’t you ever been aroused by pain in ways that you would not expect?
-Hair Pulling : Why do some women enjoy having their hair pulled during sex?
-Indian Burns: They can hurt, that is true…but I can recall asking to receive them when I was a child. Why would I ask for pain, if there wasn’t some part of me that enjoyed that particular stimulus?
-Spanking: This started out as an act of punishment when we were children, and yet many adult women (and men) find themselves sexually aroused by the act, as they mature.
-Hot tubs: the water is usually above 100 degrees, and can ever turn our skin red from the excess heat…yet we moan and smile with pleasure as we lay there.
-Back and Body Rubs: high levels of pressure on the back and muscles in an attempt to relieve stress. These can hurt like a sonofabitch and yet we ask for them because of how good they make us feel afterwards.
Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain…the two terms are completely opposite of each other on the dictionary spectrum, and yet they are surprisingly similar in their emotional outputs. A friend on mine once informed me that the look on a person’s face when they are in pain is the same look that a person can make during extreme pleasure moments (orgasms). This suggests that the body’s physical response can be the same for both negative and positive physical stimulus. Ohhhhhhhh interesting.
Example: The way a man reacts to ejaculation (body shakes, sharp intake of breath, flexing of the body) is the same way he would react to sitting in a tub of ice-cold water…minus the semen part.
Obviously, we can say that pain and pleasure are similar, and can invoke similar physical responses to stimuli. However, I do not think we can freely interchange the two. Rubbing one’s skin with a soft cloth is a pleasurable event; using steel wool is a painful event. While slaps to the buttocks can be both painful and pleasing at the same time, a severe beating with clubs and paddles leans towards the side of ouch.
I think we can also say that the same external physical stimulus can produce different internal emotions, based on circumstances. If you twist a woman’s nipple when she is in a state of sexual arousal, the act can be manipulated into a pleasurable and painful event. If you twist the nipple the same way while she is not in a state of sexual arousal, such as watching television or working on a research paper…the result would most likely be pain, for both parties involved.
So, some pain can be pleasurable…and some pleasures can be painful. But not all things that are painful are also pleasurable, and not all pleasing things are painful things. Black is not always white, and white is not always black. In order to go forward, you must take two steps back.
Pain and Pleasure…I’ve decided this is something worth exploring more. I’m going to borrow my friend’s horse whip for this weekend and see if I can do a little bit more research. Whinny like you love it, baby! Yee-haw.
I'm not going to try and make this post uber cool or awesome in any way. It's Monday, and if you know me at all you know I hate Mondays with a passion that is only rivaled by my contempt with my current employment. Put the two together, and you have a very uncreative and sassy Shanshu. Needless to say, this post won't be all that, and a bag of chips. Please don’t stop reading my blog, because I guarantee this post will make you want to kill yourself since it is going to S-U-C-K.
What I did this weekend:
-Friday night was dinner with my mommy and Jen at a friggin awesome steakhouse. There was a lot of dead cow involved, and a lot of beer. Then we went home and watched Crash and I fell asleep because the movie bored the ever-loving shit out of me. Blah blah racial stereotypes, blah blah everybody has problems, blah blah people are mean, blah blah we're all connected. The end.
-Saturday was the Renaissance Festival. The KC Ren-Fest has been a tradition of mine since I was a wee lad with a thirst for culture, history, and the chance to see women in corsets. This was my first visit this year, and the fun was dampened by the hot, humid weather and the never-ending supply of mud. No amount of beer or turkey legs could have made the day much better. Jen got a cute little Henna tattoo on her lower back and that was pretty sexy and exciting. TARGET! Huzzah!
-Saturday night was a drinking and porn party at a friend’s house. We rented 3 movies but the best one was Debbie Does Dallas: The Revenge. Thumbs up all around…I suggest you go rent it. Heck, go buy it because I’m sure you’ll enjoy it over and over and over and over again. Oh, and just to save you the suspense, there was no group bunny this weekend so if that’s all you care about, you might as well stop reading now.
-Sunday was my friend Connie’s wedding reception. It was a grand event under a big tent out in the middle of the country. There were drinks and there was food, and there was fun. I even saw some people that I hadn’t seen in years, so that was fun to play catch up and such. I even got to see Connie in her wedding dress, which was cool since I wasn’t able to make it to the wedding last year because it was in Taiwan. So, I had a good time. I couldn't stay as long as I wanted to, because Jen was sick and I had a wicked hangover, but I had fun regardless.
So that was my weekend. I’m pretty tired today, to be honest. I took a mini-nap at lunch and that didn’t really help, much. I am literally counting the minutes until I can leave the office and head home to crash on the sofa. I hope everybody had a great weekend, and lots of group bunny.
Since the topic got such positive feedback, I thought I’d go ahead and post about girls in our blogger community that I think would be awesome in bed. Maybe in future posts we can get more detailed and personal, but for now, I’ll just post their names and why I think they would be able to give any guy (or girl) a run for their money in the sack.
Dirty Blonde: Maybe it’s the drunk thing…maybe it’s the hot party pics she posts…maybe it’s that dirty attitude. Whatever the reason, I have a strong suspicion that she would be hard to keep up with. I'm also willing to bet that if she wanted to, she could post some stories that would even make me blush.
Ashley: I’m not entirely sure why, to be honest. I think it has something to do with the innocent vibe you get from her, but then you find out through hints and sly comments that she would be a wild partner. That whole “innocent housewife with whips in the closet” idea is a classic, and hard to ignore. There's a reason Desperate Housewives is such a big hit.
High Maintenance Hussy: She's bisexual, lives in Europe, and a writer…need I say more? I don’t think so. Sexy and wild, all the way. Growl. When HMH starts the sexy talk, I get warm fuzzies in my special place.
Jen: I really should put Jen on the list, since I know for a fact that she is good in bed. I'm sure there are some people who read this blog that also know this to be true.
Insanityinsk: I don’t even know this girl very well…but her posts are enough to let me know that she is a sexual creature with a lot of toys under her mattress. Wild in bed? I’m willing to put money on it.
Nameless and Kay: These two MUST be wild in the sack, for the pure fact that they enjoy talk about Group Bunny. Anybody who even jokingly mentions wanting to be invited to the next group bunny beach bash is just dying for a threesome, which means at their core they have to be stallions between the sheets. Especially when they work together. (wink)
Spinning Girl: She’s naughty. I can’t tell you why, and I can’t quite put my finger on it…but it is my belief that when given the opportunity, she has the power to make men beg for more. Perhaps it is her Zeus-like ability to shoot out Tolkien trivia like thunderbolts from high above. Or maybe I just get a crazy idea in my head, and have trouble getting it out. Even though I have no proof to back up my theory, I think she's definately got handcuffs under her pillow.
So, there’s my list. It’s not complete, because there are many more that could/should be on it, but as far as first attempts go, I think it’s not too shabby. I’m sure in the future I will include more ladies, and maybe even some lads. We’ll just see how well received this post is, before contemplating a sequel. Please note:
-If you are a girl, and you are not on this list, but feel you should be: leave a comment about why and try to convince me. Don't be offended. Chances are, I wanted to put you on the list but decided against it, this time around. Or maybe I thought you would take offense, and I didn't want to annoy you.
-If you are a girl, and you are on the list, and you do not wish to be because you are shy or embarrassed: please let me know and I will remove you.
-If you are a guy, and you have a girl that you think should be included on the list: please leave a comment and include their name and the reasons behind your answer.
-If you are a jealous boyfriend/husband/monkey: please visit Pizzle or BOBI and let them know all about your rage. They will be handling this aspect of my mail, for me. I hope they don't mind, too much.
I’m pissed off. I’ve been pissed all morning. Not in a bad way, though. I’m not throwing cups of coffee at the old lady that sits across the row from me at work, or cutting people off on the road. I’m not even snapping at people who deserve it. No, I’m just pissed on the inside. More of an “annoyed” feeling, than anything else. I know you’re reading these words and wondering to yourself “why is Shanshu pissed?” while you eagerly sit forward in your seat, awaiting the arrival of the sentence of explanation needed for you to relax your shoulder muscles and breathe normally again. I could tell you why I’m pissed at this very moment…but I think I might make you wait a minute or two. Then maybe you’ll be pissed off, too.
Ok, you know I can’t be a dick like that. See? I’m not pissed at the world, and I’m not taking out my frustration on others. I’m just stewing in my pot of crap and annoyance with the weather. That’s right, the fucking weather has caused me to get pissed. Something as simple and unchangeable as the stupid temperature has caused me to be in a bad mood on this holiest of work days, The Friday. I’ve tried to be in a good mood, but so far the closest I’ve come to being in a good mood is rubbing one off in the bathroom after I saw a hot cartoon chick giving interactive bunny. It’s really not going to get any better than that.
Midwest weather pisses me off. It’s only September, and already the air is chilled. This morning when I walked out to my car, I actually shivered. I took a deep breath, and saw a steam vapor rise out from within me…I could see my fucking breath, it was so chilly. Then I got to my car and noticed some FROST ON MY WINDSHIELD. I almost had an aneurism right there on the pavement…luckily my anger took over, and instead of allowing myself to succumb to the depression, I was able to redirect those negative emotions into “pissed off”.
It’s only September, and already I have to consider the possibility that it’s time to dust off the leather coat and start wearing jeans again. I just got back from the hot, sunny beach…and I’ve returned to the Midwest pre-winter show. Apparently, summer decided to take a vacation while I was gone, and surprise me with this winter ambush.
I hate winter, that’s no secret. I’m not one of those people who says “Oh, look at the snow! It’s so pretty!”. That is not my personality towards the matter. I’m more along the lines of “Oh, wonderful. It’s fucking snowing again. Well, the drive to work tomorrow is going to suck ass again.”. Nothing good comes from winter…everybody gets sick, everything dies, and the world is bleak and dark and cold.
Anyway, that’s why I have been pissed off all morning. I’ll be fine after lunch, though. I plan to go to the cafeteria and get some rice and veggies from the Asian counter and read my book and be content in my isolation. Tonight I plan on having a great time and staying indoors as much as possible, so as not to be reminded of the fact that summer is almost over.
Have a good weekend, everybody.
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