tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55401745738968096342024-03-08T03:52:39.224-08:00Femme Edenhttp://www.femmeeden.comFemme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.comBlogger339125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-92070446040740896552013-03-21T13:57:00.001-07:002013-03-21T13:57:00.886-07:00The Clitoral Truth #knowledgeispower #knowledgeispleasure (blog)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>If you really want to please a woman, learn about her hidden anatomy. Read, The Clitoral Truth by Rebecca Chalker which details the FULL anatomy of a woman's sexual system which is usually omitted from medical literature.</p> <p>From "The Clitoral Truth" (and a link to a very detailed blog with photos to understand further. <a href="http://blog.museumofsex.com/the-internal-clitoris)">http://blog.museumofsex.com/the-internal-clitoris)</a></p> <p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="Picture-5" height="357" src="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-17/qpeAACBsoyGpxdBxmCDmCcpAjlazoFkwgzCuGJIheGIsmohfDEpqqyywbFkv/picture-5.png.scaled500.png" width="455" /> </div> </p> <p>If you were to remove the top layer of skin and visible structures of the clitoris, it would reveal numerous hidden structures, which Mary Jane Sherfey referred to as the "powerhouse of orgasm." These structures include erectile tissue, glands, muscles, blood vessels, and nerves. In both the clitoris and the penis, there are two types of erectile tissue: body of caverns (corpus cavernosum) and spongy body (corpus spongiosum), which fill with blood during sexual response, causing an erection.</p> <p>The clitoral shaft is attached to the glans, just underneath the surface of the skin. The shaft is a round fibrous segment of spongy erectile tissue, and like the glans, it is very sensitive. If you roll your finger back and forth just above the glans during sexual response, you should be able to feel a hard ridge about one-half to one inch long, and about the diameter of a soda straw, and rises toward the pubic mound for a short distance, then bends sharply and divides, forming two slender legs or crura (Latin for "legs"), which are also composed of spongy tissue. The legs of the clitoris flare out somewhat like the wishbone of a chicken.<p />Underneath the inner lips are twin bulbs of cavernous erectile tissue. During sexual response these structures fill with blood, which then becomes trapped in their cryptic spaces, causing erection.<p />In both women and men, the urethra (the tube through which we urinate), is surrounded by a ring of spongy erectile tissue that is identical to the type of erectile tissue, corpus spongiosum, that surrounds the penis. In women, the urethra is about two inches long, and runs from the bladder to the urethral opening just above the opening to the vagina. "In nearly all of the modern anatomy books that we looked at, the erectile tissue surrounding the urethra was missing," Carol Downer says. "Although it is clearly analogous to the spongy tissue which surrounds the urethra in men, it hasn't been considered a part of the clitoris for several hundred years. Since it had no name in women, we decided to name it the urethral sponge."<p />The urethral sponge is a very significant part of the clitoral system. Embedded in its spongy erectile tissue are up to thirty or more tiny prostatic-like glands that produce an alkaline fluid similar in its constitution to the male prostatic fluid. Two of the largest, called Skene's glands, are near the urethral opening, where the urine comes out, but numerous others are buried in the spongy tissue surrounding the urethra. All of these glands together are referred to as paraurethral glands, meaning "around the urethra," and they are the source of female ejaculation. Normally, the sponge is collapsed and is difficult to feel, but during sexual response, if you or your partner puts a finger in your vagina and presses toward the pubic mound, you can feel a rough nugget about the length of the first one or two finger joints; that is the urethral sponge. When the sponge is filled with blood, i.e., erect, many women find that it is extremely sensitive to stroking, thrusting, or vibration inside of the vagina. The "G spot" is located on the part of the urethral sponge that can be felt through the vaginal wall.</p> <p> </p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-30845550334255994052013-03-21T11:57:00.001-07:002013-03-21T11:57:03.648-07:00What's the weirdest fetish you've ever heard of? I was once asked to stick Kraft cheese slices all over my skin. I was asked, but did not oblige!<div class='posterous_autopost'></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-21417954034065812302013-03-21T10:41:00.001-07:002013-03-21T10:41:01.668-07:00Pefect Panama Shoes. #feet #shoes #toes #fetish<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile1.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-17/IHewnlkwDmfxbGsgppeHBezJuortExCcGICaiHjvrCGHrpBxfjxHhlsmgvwr/2013-03-13_17.22.41.JPG.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="2013-03-13_17" height="667" src="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-17/IHewnlkwDmfxbGsgppeHBezJuortExCcGICaiHjvrCGHrpBxfjxHhlsmgvwr/2013-03-13_17.22.41.JPG.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-49649078919625876772013-03-18T13:36:00.001-07:002013-03-18T13:36:04.112-07:00#WhyAmISuchACheeseBall? (photo)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-17/mxaxjiulpBDxmtqlnzcFJmvusobtxmuthClFFAoqzgDfqEygIhArvIaEIbGF/2013-03-11_12.03.41.JPG.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="2013-03-11_12" height="667" src="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-17/mxaxjiulpBDxmtqlnzcFJmvusobtxmuthClFFAoqzgDfqEygIhArvIaEIbGF/2013-03-11_12.03.41.JPG.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-80862932058621260802013-03-18T11:28:00.001-07:002013-03-18T11:28:01.365-07:00Pin·ter·est \pinˈt(ə-)rəst\ NOUN: Internet productivity succubus.<div class='posterous_autopost'></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-39985496775386688332013-03-18T10:27:00.001-07:002013-03-18T10:27:02.579-07:00The Death of me (blog)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>Oh goodness. Save me from myself. I've discovered Pintrest.<p />I've heard many-a-female mention Pintrest. I even briefly visited the site a year or so ago. I didn't think much of it, mostly due to the fact I wasn't sure how to use it or how applicable it was to my life. It seemed unnecessary and even perhaps, a waste of time. Isn't that what 90% of the internet is anyway? By twist of fate, a few weeks ago a girlfriend sat me in front of her enormous iMac screen and explained what was up with bookmarks gone wild, aka Pintrest. Since then I've been buried in a sea of never ending ideas… just when I thought I couldn't fit anymore time zapping activities into my schedule. Nope. I was wrong. So, now any leisure time has turned into scouring for recipes, interior design ideas for a future home, and an array of pointless-but-must-keep-scrolling information.<p />Pointless such as… <br /><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/142144931961138062/">http://pinterest.com/pin/142144931961138062/</a>. Who wouldn't want to snow camp in an inflatable igloo?! And this gem… <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/87890630199768103/">http://pinterest.com/pin/87890630199768103/</a>. I may not have children, but I enjoy a good glow stick idea anytime!<p />There is credit to be given for some of the wonderful things I've found. Mostly recipes, mind you. That is the one "board" I truly intend to look back on and utilize. See… <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/437975132481968892/">http://pinterest.com/pin/437975132481968892/</a> FUCK YES… and… <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/175921929165638885/">http://pinterest.com/pin/175921929165638885/</a> OMFG-get-in-my-mouth.<p />Otherwise, my life looks either impossibly busy or very bleak as I pile on an endless to do list of fabulous things I'll never get to do, see, taste, or experience. Who can I talk to about increasing the number of hours in a day?</p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-28721746004547326812013-03-14T14:21:00.001-07:002013-03-14T14:21:02.100-07:00Waiting for the abhorrently slow release of the #ArrestedDevelopment series on Netflix is driving me mad. Me want the banana stand!!!<div class='posterous_autopost'></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-39981570385853294532013-03-14T13:23:00.001-07:002013-03-14T13:23:01.728-07:00Excerpt from my favorite book about what you put in your mouth, In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan.<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>A bit about nutrition from my favorite book about food.<p />Excerpted from IN DEFENSE OF FOOD by Michael Pollan. Reprinted by arrangement with The Penguin Press, a member of Penguin Group (USA), Inc. Copyright (c) Michael Pollan, 2008.<p />Food Science's Golden Age<p />In the years following the 1977 Dietary Goals and the 1982 National Academy of Sciences report on diet and cancer, the food industry, armed with its regulatory absolution, set about reengineering thousands of popular food products to contain more of the nutrients that science and government had deemed the good ones and fewer of the bad. A golden age for food science dawned. Hyphens sprouted like dandelions in the supermarket aisles: low-fat, no-cholesterol, high-fiber. Ingredients labels on formerly two- or three-ingredient foods such as mayonnaise and bread and yogurt ballooned with lengthy lists of new additives — what in a more benighted age would have been called adulterants. The Year of Eating Oat Bran — also known as 1988 — served as a kind of coming-out party for the food scientists, who succeeded in getting the material into nearly every processed food sold in America. Oat bran's moment on the dietary stage didn't last long, but the pattern now was set, and every few years since then, a new oat bran has taken its star turn under the marketing lights. (Here come omega-3s!)<p />You would not think that common food animals could themselves be rejiggered to fit nutritionist fashion, but in fact some of them could be, and were, in response to the 1977 and 1982 dietary guidelines as animal scientists figured out how to breed leaner pigs and select for leaner beef. With widespread lipophobia taking hold of the human population, countless cattle lost their marbling and lean pork was repositioned as "the new white meat" — tasteless and tough as running shoes, perhaps, but now even a pork chop could compete with chicken as a way for eaters to "reduce saturated fat intake." In the years since then, egg producers figured out a clever way to redeem even the disreputable egg: By feeding flaxseed to hens, they could elevate levels of omega-3 fatty acids in the yolks.<p />Aiming to do the same thing for pork and beef fat, the animal scientists are now at work genetically engineering omega-3 fatty acids into pigs and persuading cattle to lunch on flaxseed in the hope of introducing the blessed fish fat where it had never gone before: into hot dogs and hamburgers.<p />But these whole foods are the exceptions. The typical whole food has much more trouble competing under the rules of nutritionism, if only because something like a banana or an avocado can't quite as readily change its nutritional stripes. (Though rest assured the genetic engineers are hard at work on the problem.) To date, at least, they can't put oat bran in a banana or omega-3s in a peach. So depending on the reigning nutritional orthodoxy, the avocado might either be a high-fat food to be assiduously avoided (Old Think) or a food high in monounsaturated fat to be embraced (New Think). The fate and supermarket sales of each whole food rises and falls with every change in the nutritional weather while the processed foods simply get reformulated and differently supplemented. That's why when the Atkins diet storm hit the food industry in 2003, bread and pasta got a quick redesign (dialing back the carbs; boosting the proteins) while poor unreconstructed potatoes and carrots were left out in the carbohydrate cold. (The low-carb indignities visited on bread and pasta, two formerly "traditional foods that everyone knows," would never have been possible had the imitation rule not been tossed out in 1973. Who would ever buy imitation spaghetti? But of course that is precisely what low-carb pasta is.)<p />A handful of lucky whole foods have recently gotten the "good nutrient" marketing treatment: The antioxidants in the pomegranate (a fruit formerly more trouble to eat than it was worth) now protect against cancer and erectile dysfunction, apparently, and the omega-3 fatty acids in the (formerly just fattening) walnut ward off heart disease. A whole subcategory of nutritional science — funded by industry and, according to one recent analysis,* remarkably reliable in its ability to find a health benefit in whatever food it has been commissioned to study — has sprung up to give a nutritionist sheen (and FDA-approved health claim) to all sorts of foods, including some not ordinarily thought of as healthy. The Mars Corporation recently endowed a chair in chocolate science at the University of California at Davis, where research on the antioxidant properties of cacao is making breakthroughs, so it shouldn't be long before we see chocolate bars bearing FDA-approved health claims. (When we do, nutritionism will surely have entered its baroque phase.) Fortunately for everyone playing this game, scientists can find an antioxidant in just about any plant-based food they choose to study.<p />Yet as a general rule it's a whole lot easier to slap a health claim on a box of sugary cereal than on a raw potato or a carrot, with the perverse result that the most healthful foods in the supermarket sit there quietly in the produce section, silent as stroke victims, while a few aisles over in Cereal the Cocoa Puffs and Lucky Charms are screaming their newfound "whole-grain goodness" to the rafters. Watch out for those health claims.</p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-74561455373958862062013-03-14T11:08:00.001-07:002013-03-14T11:08:02.673-07:00Panama City you so purdy. <3<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile6.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-10/HjlGqFmIAjAualmFfhpCmGCAadqgegHDFjhcjodceyFBtuhAvgyixGDotGsv/2013-03-03_07.50.34.JPG.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="2013-03-03_07" height="375" src="http://getfile4.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-10/HjlGqFmIAjAualmFfhpCmGCAadqgegHDFjhcjodceyFBtuhAvgyixGDotGsv/2013-03-03_07.50.34.JPG.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-30957881349196496092013-03-11T13:44:00.001-07:002013-03-11T13:44:01.837-07:00Hanging out in a giant chair in Panama. Same ol' same ol'. :)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile9.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-10/hJahIDeuCeBwyGEefgCpArjexxnCjlubcGnwiwpbodoGFhiJkgpIqkGtrsFq/2013-03-02_15.26.01.JPG.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="2013-03-02_15" height="667" src="http://getfile6.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-10/hJahIDeuCeBwyGEefgCpArjexxnCjlubcGnwiwpbodoGFhiJkgpIqkGtrsFq/2013-03-02_15.26.01.JPG.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-22508667288201824552013-03-11T11:57:00.001-07:002013-03-11T11:57:02.520-07:00Panama City. The verdict.<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>Panama. It's a city of contrasts, both in people and surroundings. It's vibrant and lush. It's dirty and clean, all at the same time. Decrepit slums exist within a stones throw from multimillion dollar homes. In short, it's a hot mess… and I like it!<p />I spent the majority of time exploring culinary delights and apartment shopping, but from what I can tell about my soon to be new home… I will never be bored. Apart from the usual consumer driven fare, the landscape is diverse and the adventures are numerous. <p />One particular day my friends and I decided to make our way to a ferry that would shuttle us to a nearby island. We expected to spend the day at a tropical oasis. Instead, we missed the ferry, took a taxi to the closest beach and proceeded to traverse the muddy low tide landscape in order to make it to water. As we walked across the mud the onlooking locals laughed and giggled at the silly gringos. Little did we know this was considered one of the worst beaches in Panama. I can confidently attest to this. After nearly all were covered in mud, bitten by small crabs hiding under dirt, and a foot was lacerated by a sharp hidden rock we turned back and walked to shore. Well, one of us hobbled with a bleeding foot anyway. After sanitizing the wound and drinking cold fresh coconut water straight from the coconut, we took a taxi back to our rental penthouse. Defeated, but with lasting memories… possibly lasting bacterial infections.<div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile2.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-10/jFCGkhufzcilCFechwclaCeiaFJmChtawjafykmDCwseBhirDdHthzkooeJF/2013-03-03_07.50.34.JPG.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="2013-03-03_07" height="375" src="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-10/jFCGkhufzcilCFechwclaCeiaFJmChtawjafykmDCwseBhirDdHthzkooeJF/2013-03-03_07.50.34.JPG.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <a href="http://getfile2.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-10/IlvbzeIDtcwnkdsBDyxhsfFzEGGaicrzzunteoJqiFdsHvwsCwFAqvkwzqte/2013-03-02_16.16.19.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="2013-03-02_16" height="375" src="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-10/IlvbzeIDtcwnkdsBDyxhsfFzEGGaicrzzunteoJqiFdsHvwsCwFAqvkwzqte/2013-03-02_16.16.19.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <a href="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-10/mqFgDhqrdogEvjCqAFxgcxGusrjaFzqcxoegICBkzHxbkesecahtxowlAiuI/2013-03-03_14.43.53.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="2013-03-03_14" height="375" src="http://getfile9.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-03-10/mqFgDhqrdogEvjCqAFxgcxGusrjaFzqcxoegICBkzHxbkesecahtxowlAiuI/2013-03-03_14.43.53.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <div class='p_see_full_gallery'><a href="http://femmeeden.posterous.com/panama-city-the-verdict">See the full gallery on Posterous</a></div> </div> </p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-88149246643112630552013-03-11T10:43:00.001-07:002013-03-11T10:43:00.965-07:00The verdict… Panama City is fantastic. From lush nature to steel towers it was impressive all around. Let's revisit how I feel when the wet season starts. ;)<div class='posterous_autopost'></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-27883498581686964862013-03-07T07:54:00.003-08:002013-03-07T07:54:03.029-08:00Do you, "Do the Harlem Shake?" Looks like a concussion waiting to happen.<div class='posterous_autopost'></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-47058218283315677702013-03-07T07:54:00.001-08:002013-03-07T07:54:02.714-08:00Sexy, Consuming, Devastating… Passion. (blog)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>From Anias Nin's journal:<p />As June walked towards me from the darkness of the garden into the light of the door, I saw for the first time the most beautiful woman on earth. A startlingly white face, burning dark eyes, a face so alive I felt it would consume itself before my eyes. Years ago I tried to imagine a true beauty; I created in my mind an image of just such a woman. I had never seen her until last night. Yet I knew long ago the phosphorescent color of her skin, her huntress profile, the evenness of her teeth. She is bizarre, fantastic, nervous, like someone in a high fever. Her beauty drowned me. As I sat before her, I felt I would do anything she asked of me. Henry suddenly faded. She was color and brilliance and strangeness. By the end of the evening I had extricated myself from her power. She killed my admiration by her talk. Her talk. The enormous ego, false, weak, posturing. She lacks the courage of her personality, which is sensual, heavy with experience. Her role alone preoccupies her. She invents dramas in which she always stars. I am sure she creates genuine dramas, genuine chaos and whirlpools of feelings, but I feel that her share in it is a pose. That night, in spite of my response to her, she sought to be whatever she felt I wanted her to be. She is an actress every moment. I cannot grasp the core of June. <p />I wanted to run out and kiss her fantastic beauty and say: "June, you have killed my sincerity too. I will never know again who I am, what I am, what I love, what I want. Your beauty has drowned me, the core of me. You carry away with you a part of me reflected in you. When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. You are the woman I want to be. I see in you that part of me which is you. I feel compassion for your childish pride, for your trembling unsureness, your dramatization of events, your enhancing of the loves given to you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses."</p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-63883828535102174492013-03-07T07:52:00.001-08:002013-03-07T07:52:02.183-08:00Am I wearing panties, or am I not... that is the question at hand. (photo)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile0.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-02-20/IszFGfgmgkrtwJyFakmykozlHoGuBawxsyunCxkvqbtewAaHyncmmHaJAvij/2013-01-31_14.05.13.JPG.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="2013-01-31_14" height="667" src="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-02-20/IszFGfgmgkrtwJyFakmykozlHoGuBawxsyunCxkvqbtewAaHyncmmHaJAvij/2013-01-31_14.05.13.JPG.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-87499423498529680542013-03-04T07:49:00.001-08:002013-03-04T07:49:02.057-08:00Hard to get any reading done with this guy groping my breasts. (pic)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile1.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-02-20/kvuqkJkbtmxwrxCBvdpJjrFDFCCrhdIlvvokrjlEhtDHfachkoGpCJyaqirG/2013-01-22_11.30.36.JPG.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="2013-01-22_11" height="375" src="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-02-20/kvuqkJkbtmxwrxCBvdpJjrFDFCCrhdIlvvokrjlEhtDHfachkoGpCJyaqirG/2013-01-22_11.30.36.JPG.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-57901964536708972012013-03-03T11:52:00.001-08:002013-03-03T11:52:03.070-08:00Holy Hell. Can this yogini get any hotter?! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loszrEZvS_k<div class='posterous_autopost'></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-62841556923460976962013-03-03T10:51:00.001-08:002013-03-03T10:51:01.025-08:00Something to ponder if you're looking to get lucky… (blog)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>From, The Science of Kissing by Sheril Kirshenbaum.<p />Since a man's saliva contains his testosterone, swirling his tongue into a woman's mouth is a way to legally slip her a natural sex stimulant. Over weeks and months of kissing, scientists theorize that she may become more interested in getting physical. It's not something that would happen in one night, but as her suitor persists over time, the influence of added testosterone may have a cumulative affect. This provides ample reason for a man to continue pursuing the woman he's kissing and also explains why men are more likely to view kissing as a prelude to sex, and to report the preference for more tongue. While women may not enjoy a sloppy kissing experience as much, it can give men an added sexual advantage, and has probably been a successful strategy throughout history. <p /><br />Pucker up, boys!</p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-1238918690613829872013-02-28T17:05:00.001-08:002013-02-28T17:05:13.012-08:00Sexy booty, goofy face. Kinda sums up essence of Femme. (pic)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile9.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-02-18/svzIhjguvkvloqfprnijrApfiyGyucBgvyvCfuzemCwmrCzsmplcBycBAqrz/2013-01-21_13.33.41.JPG.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="2013-01-21_13" height="667" src="http://getfile7.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-02-18/svzIhjguvkvloqfprnijrApfiyGyucBgvyvCfuzemCwmrCzsmplcBycBAqrz/2013-01-21_13.33.41.JPG.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-1313881185139553252013-02-28T16:09:00.001-08:002013-02-28T16:09:38.980-08:00Currently searching for a storage unit to put some belongings while I'm out of the country for a couple years. Any advice?<div class='posterous_autopost'></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-12519638339657139392013-02-28T14:07:00.001-08:002013-02-28T14:07:12.802-08:00Tasty Delights... or lack there of. (blog)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>A few nights ago I wandered into a local grocery store at 2am with a female friend. We were searching for tasty delights. Our mouths and stomachs had an unusual craving for something salty, sweet, fatty… didn't really matter. These cravings, sometimes referred to as munchies, can make journey's such as this challenging. <p />After wandering the aisles in search for the perfect item for satiety a lightbulb appeared over head and read "Pirate Booty." Delicious, crunchy, corny, salty, healthy goodness. With that, we went in search of the snack aisle. <p />When we arrived at said aisle both sides had been strung with yellow caution taped and a woman was diligently mopping. She was unamused by our apparent disbelief that we were not allowed into the snack aisle. Under normal states of mind I would have kindly asked the woman if she could fetch a bag of Pirate Booty but with a mind swimming in herbal remedies, I was perplexed. <p />These were the facts: I was hungry. There was Pirate Booty in the store. There was caution tape blocking access. I was on the other side.<p />I could not properly formulate a plan to solve this problem. It seemed unsurmountable. So, female friend and I walked toward the bakery. It was here we had our summit, attempting to solve this pressing issue. And it was here we found a very large container of cookie samples. As we stood there devising a plan we unknowingly consumed the container of samples. When this realization of satiety was reached, we left hastily with many giggles. Never to return again. I'll never know if that woman is still there swinging her mop from side to side, keeping the delinquents from their tasty delights.<div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-02-18/injqGAJmrCwtcisdphHoBAGxFFwcnlyzlBeowaumcEkImcFrlHzeepiknwGl/2013-02-02_00.10.10.JPG.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="2013-02-02_00" height="375" src="http://getfile5.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-02-18/injqGAJmrCwtcisdphHoBAGxFFwcnlyzlBeowaumcEkImcFrlHzeepiknwGl/2013-02-02_00.10.10.JPG.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-88668413326217439332013-02-25T17:03:00.001-08:002013-02-25T17:03:01.658-08:00Another photo fro the gun range :)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile9.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-02-18/yJgpdeovcydjIHEwgcunktGJDlJJklsIzwrotjmmBnCkCwuqjjBlrfrqBeJH/2013-01-19_13.53.34.JPG.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="2013-01-19_13" height="667" src="http://getfile6.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2013-02-18/yJgpdeovcydjIHEwgcunktGJDlJJklsIzwrotjmmBnCkCwuqjjBlrfrqBeJH/2013-01-19_13.53.34.JPG.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-44138538010489985702013-02-25T17:01:00.001-08:002013-02-25T17:01:00.923-08:00Are there any iPhone apps you can't live without? Any you'd recommend? Always looking!<div class='posterous_autopost'></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-71219166817557611972013-02-21T11:28:00.001-08:002013-02-21T11:28:02.043-08:00Ladies... this one is for you. How to have better orgasms. (blog)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>So, I read a lot. And in my recent textual adventures I came across what are called "PC Exercises." I've only been doing them for a few weeks, but I can definitely tellt he difference when the big "O" happens. Try these out for awhile... but be diligent abotu sticking to a schedule. Otherwise, you might not get worthwhile results. (If you need help identifying your PC muscle read here... <a href="http://www.livestrong.com/article/176928-how-to-find-the-pc-muscle/)">http://www.livestrong.com/article/176928-how-to-find-the-pc-muscle/)</a></p> <p> </p> <p><!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> Exercise Type: PC Flex</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Squeeze and release your PC muscle at the rate of your heartbeat, which means hold it each time for about a second. Start with 20 contractions twice a day, and build up to at least 75 per set. When you can easily do 75 contractions twice a day, add the PC Clench.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Exercise Type: PC Clench</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Practice clenching your PC while inhaling. By clenches, we mean holding the squeeze for a longer period of time. Some experts say 3 seconds, some say 6, some say 15. Maybe they're all correct, so we suggest you start with 3 and work up to 15 seconds per clench.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">To do clenches, inhale and clench you PC, holding it tightly. Then push out and relax for the same amount of time before your next clench. Repeat this cycle 20 times twice a day at first. As with flexes, build up reps to 75 reps twice a day.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For women, it's very important to spend time on the push-out. Use the instructions above, and inhale, push out, hold for 3-6 seconds. Do the push-out variation of the clench as many times as the pulling-in.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Exercise Type: PC Flutters</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This practice is basically the same as the first one (PC Flexes), except it's faster. To do flutters, you contract and relax your PC as fast as you can. At first, you may not be able to go much faster than your heartbeat, but with practice, you can speed up the squeeze and release. We suggest you don't count these but just work up to fluttering for several normal breaths before relaxing totally. Doing 20 sets of these twice a day should be great. When you can flutter like a bird, add PC Clamps.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Exercise Type: PC Clamps</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">PC Clamps are simply long clenches. Work up to holding your clench for two minutes, 20 times each set. Remember to relax completely at length between these long clamps, and stop for a few minutes if you start to hurt or get sore.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Add pelvic weights after this.</p></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540174573896809634.post-51660499342635915722013-02-21T11:18:00.001-08:002013-02-21T11:18:03.018-08:00Let's get personal… your thoughts on colonics? Would you ever do it?<div class='posterous_autopost'></div>Femme Edenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953384311332279557noreply@blogger.com0