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Reader Email: Fucking On The Curb

The Eroticist’s Advice 

Hi Ms. Eroticist. I have a question.

Is it normal for public displays of affection to lead to public sex?

–Sex in public places


Dear “Sex in Public Places”,

Hmmm. This is kind of a tough one for me. As wide open as I am here, I’m very private otherwise. I tell and show what I please at my own comfort level, yet I do understand that others are much more open than me with their sex lives.

Is it normal for a peck on the cheek, or a swat on the ass in public to turn into full on banging? Not in my life, but there is indeed a distinction I must make between sex in public and sex in front of the public.

Sex in public could happen behind a quiet corner of a department store next to the men’s pants, or fingering her under the table at an outdoor restaurant. In both scenes, the two have must use discretion in their play, and this is not the same as pulling out your junk in the line at the movie box office and shoving it in. A little sneaking and freaking in the parking lot in the car during lunch hour at a bustling, fast food joint can be a rush, but so is definitely not on the level with riding it out in PlayLand. The latter will get you banned and arrested I’m sure.


In “Sex in Public Place’s” question, there were no clues as to what they meant exactly, but if they did mean sex in front of the public as I’ve defined it, they must consider themselves an exhibitionist. To exhibit sex or simulate it in public is normal at varying degrees. Children do it all the time, small babes. Wouldn’t a girl who wears shorts up in her ass fall into the category of exhibiting her sexuality? I do think so.

Again I‘d like to point out, this week we have another reader who writes in with a question that seems to seek approval of their sexual activities. I am not one to tell you you are wrong.  What I will do is make suggestions.


Advice Breakdown 

Assess your lovemaking sessions. If sex in the public, or in front of people outside of your private spaces has already been problematic for you, address the amount of time you are putting into sex. Are you being fulfilled having enough time when you have sex? Is it rushed? Are you getting enough attention orally? Is the lovemaking not as fierce as you want it to be?

As I’ve talked to people over the years, one thing I notice is that many people believe that a vibrant sex life is one where the partners have multiple acts of sex in a matter of hours, but the acts themselves are only short bursts. If this is true for you “Sex in Public Places”,  spend more time finessing the atmosphere to bring about more closeness when you are grinding down for the most dripping wet, puddling sex possible with you.

Take it to the glass, and make it last. Mmmm


“Uh-uh-uh. Ohhhhhh pound it! Give. To. Me. Ohhh. Ah-aaaaahhhhhhh.”

Mmmm… That’s the stuff. From sheets to the streets, all I ask you freaks to do is make it naaaasty.  Just don’t catch any charges and expect me to help you out or anything. No my brotha, you’re on your own!

–Meet me back here next week when we answer one reader’s question on oral and the age old question of how long to wait.

Keep the questions coming! If you have a question for The Eroticist to answer, write to TheEroticistsAdvice at g mail dot com (make it look like a real email address before sending), and your question will be answered on this blog the following Tuesday. 

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When Muthafukas Hate On Your Sex: Uncle Luke Makes Them Eat It!

As I’m typing this post, I’m sitting here reading the article on Uncle Luke’s (Rapper Luther Campbell) latest fuckfest, um er performance, at St. Louis’ Sound Bar. During this particular show, the Godfather of freaky music got the girls to go down on each other for a prize of $1,000, and no one said a thing for several minutes. Finally a manager put a halt to it, but not before the shit was taped and sent straight to the internet.


The thing got circulated around Facebook and everyone had a good time peeking and skeeting to the recorded festivities, until some preacher decided to take it upon his holy self to seek out these fine, young tenders, uh-uh, young ladies to tell them they don’t have to do these glorious, um, hot, um uh, demeaning things on cam in front of a crowded club for pocket change. With his income as a preacher, he could surely make ten thousand rain on them in the back of the church in the pastor’s study early one Sunday morning.


Then there was more of the same, more of the same lying ass shit as when Mr. Preacher Man went on about wanting to guide these women,  his mission went viral, and the news people came a calling.

All I want to know is, how many times did he jack off to that pussy munching before he cut the clip off and cleaned up his sticky fingers and his keyboard?


You know he did it. Same as that club manager who waited minutes before he went to stop it acting all appalled. In my circle we call them “ghost nuts“. It happens when you don’t even touch it. You just “unh-unh” in your pants and let the dribble run down your leg.

I’m sorry, but when I am utterly disgusted and offended, it doesn’t take me until after I’ve busted 10 nuts for me to go put a stop to things. I jump up first and don’t even think of putting my hand down my pants. Shit must be way different in St. Louis.

We all know it’s no different though with these vulture like men out here claiming to want to save wayward women. Change comes about through action, not words. What are your words going to do for women who have no problem acting on command to the tune of $1,000?

Mr. Preacher Man, sit your ass down. The club is closed down, and the owners are out here faking it just like you to the press stating their hate for Luke and his whore mongering ways. You’ve made your point about our voyeuristic society and how we’ve been ruined. Blah, blah, blah. If we were all correct and living proper, we wouldn’t need you. So shouldn’t you just shut up, jack to the licking, bob your head to the beat, and let these women do what they do?

The pews won’t be any less empty with sluts with lost souls come Sunday morning. You don’t have to try so hard next time. I hear other preachers are getting them to practically let them hit right on the first row during Sunday Service asking them to leave the panties at home in the drawer and spread those legs a little sum’-sum’ so they can decide which one’s club their going to shoot up when they come down from the pulpit once the spirit of that pussy aroma hits them and entices them down during their praise leading.

If you get your sermon right, sir, a flood of good pussy will come bowing to you too.


Some call me a prophet. I just say I’m a bullshit detector.

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