Queening Chair: Facesitting and Oral Sex

A few years back, my husband and I were just sitting around watching the Bachelorette or something and he randomly says to me “I think we need to get into queening chairs.”

My immediate reaction was “what the fuck is wrong with you?” Not that I have a strong opinion of queening chairs or facesitting, but it was more my natural reaction to most of the stupid shit he says. So I give it a minute to let it register in my mind.

I picture female domination, holding him down and forcing him to eat my pussy while decked out in a latex bodysuit. Spanking him with a whip and humiliating him with a cock cage.

No. That is not me. I am more submissive than dominate. So what could I possibly do with facesitting stool?

Well as it turns out, a queening stool typically draws up an image of BSDM for most people but, the real power of it is in having ordinary oral sex mindblowing oral sex.

Who needs a queening chair?

Well, there are two people that need these. First, are the dominant women in a relationship. If you already know you need one you can skip on down to my buyer's guide. Secondly, are the women that love being eaten out and the men that like to please them. I find myself somewhere closer to the second group, so my process of becoming a fan of these stools was a little slower.

Confession: I am not a huge fan of receiving oral sex. Giving blowjobs is a whole different story. I am the one that would give just about anyone a blow job at any time. Blowjobs in the back of the car cruising down the highway, sucking cock while riding my favorite dildo, glory holes, etc. When it comes to giving oral sex, I would consider any opportunity presented to me. For receiving, I am a little more hesitant. Shocking, I know.

So when my husband first mentioned the idea of a queening stool and him already knowing my opinion of receiving oral, I was a little taken back. But I try to be open-minded and decided to give it a little thought.

Like any good sex toy blogger, I headed immediately to YouPorn. I needed to see what this facesitting is all about. What I found was exactly what I expected. Lots of videos on female domination. Not my thing. So then I searched instead for more generic terms like “oral sex” or “eating pussy”. This was more me, well kinda, I guess. At least it was not all Femdom in latex body suits.

So watching and analyzing, what I notice is a lot of very awkward positions. I think we have an epidemic in our country with all the badass sexperts talking about their latest conquests and what they can do and nobody is talking about those awkward weird things that just do not work.

Example: You see something in a video where a girl is getting double penetrated by two porn stars and it looks all smooth and great. Then you find an amateur home video of the same scenario and it looks like a bunch of monkeys fucking a football. If you actually tried it, you would be a clumsy fool lucky to actually get anything in the holes.

So watching all these oral sex videos and then trying to do this you realize this is weird. Where do you put your arms? How do you breathe? Can you really bend your neck that way for more than 2 minutes without it killing you? Dear God, who is calling 911, that guy is going to suffocate! Is she really sitting on his head? BREATHE BUDDY- BREATHE!

Well, the answer to these questions is… you really can't accomplish facesitting without killing your legs or basically suffocating the giver. But think about it, is a man going to lay in bed between a woman's legs to give her oral and say, I can't do this, my neck hurts. No. They will suck it up. Is a woman really going to be laying between a man's legs and protest because they have no place to put your arms? Probably not. But should we be sucking it up? Taking the neck pain, possible suffocation, chiropractor the next day?

So there is this conflict between what people want to do and what they see in porn movies vs what is really practical and enjoyable. This is where sex furniture comes in to help you out. And in the case of a woman receiving oral, a queening chair is like a gift from god.

Oral sex from the man's perspective

There are lots of ways to give oral sex, but all of it boils down to variations of basically 3 positions. Laying between a woman's legs, facesitting and 69.

From a practical standpoint of just where do you put your arms and legs, 69 is by far the easiest of these 3 positions. There are relatively little restrictions on the movement of your arms and where you can touch and feel depending on where your arms are, but it is a doable position. The drawback of this position is that the vast majority of women prefer to receive and give oral separately. They can not focus on giving a good blowjob when they are being pleasured. And if a man is going to give his focus and attention to her girl love hole, then, by all means, let her enjoy it totally.

Laying between a woman's legs is the most popular method, but this is not without issue. Assuming you are the giver of oral, the first issue being if you are laying on your stomach between her legs, you need to support your body with your arms. This means your arms are crowded under you with very little room for movement. This means only a limited range of motion for fingering and things like touching her boobs are basically out of the question. Also in this position, you have to lift your head up (which is essentially tipping your head way back) and for many people, this results in pain in the back of their neck which makes this a lot less enjoyable.

The last option is facesitting. Typically facesitting occurs with the woman straddling the man's face while he lays on his back in a bed or on a sofa. But with the pressure of her knees sinking down in the bed, there is typically very little room for the man's face. This means that it makes breathing difficult and other stimulation with your fingers basically impossible.

So this is where the queening stool is a great solution. These oral sex stools can turn an awkward sex position into an all you can eat buffet!

There are generally 2 types of designs. The first style, and most common is made so the man can lay flat on his back on the floor. The woman sits on a stool supported by the stool just above his face. This gives him room to move freely without suffocating or having to try to support his own weight or her weight. Also by laying flat, your head remains in line with your spine or at most elevated like you were laying on a pillow.

This also allows your hands to be free for rubbing her legs, clit, boobs or maybe yourself. On the stool, the woman has the option of facing towards or away from your as well as leaning forward or backward to shift the focus of your attention from your clit to your anus and anywhere in between.

Another variation of the queening chair has the man sitting more upright and the woman in an elevated chair facing towards or away from him. When facing towards him she is supported in a position that has her legs going over his shoulders. This is a great stool if the woman wants to use her hands to pull on his hair and to grind into him more.

Oral sex from the woman's perspective

For a woman, it is completely different. Unlink the man, a woman does not really suffer from the effects of the awkward position when receiving oral. So she will not gain newfound freedom or comfort from a queening chair as a man will.

A queening chair is designed to support primarily under your thighs and the cheeks of your butt while leaving your vagina and anus exposed. This can lead to a spreading effect as the woman settles into the seat. This opens her up to having additional areas accessible as well as deeper tongue penetration.

Also being supported by the stool gives the woman a new level of control. Communication is hard in sex for many people. Telling your partner exactly what you like is difficult. But in this case, you have the freedom to move while your partner is relatively stationary. You can shift his focus from your clit to your vagina to your ass and back to your clit just by shifting your body position. Not only will this be great for you, but your partner will greatly appreciate the non-verbal feedback about what you like. Most guys are eager to please and this will be a win-win for everyone.

Queening Chairs and Stools Buyer's Guide

When considering queening chairs, you are entering the realm of bondage furniture. Most quality pieces of dungeon furniture are very specialized and will cost you a pretty penny. But fortunately for facesitting, you have a few economy options.

Fetish Fantasy Sex Stool

The Fantasy Sex Stool is made with stretchy bands. This will allow a woman to bounce up and down and is designed for the squatting sex position. But the design of this seat also makes it a good option for those wanting to use a queening chair to explore facesitting. This is certainly not a quality piece of dungeon furniture and it has no real appeal of heavy wood or an industrial look. It is just a way to sit on a man's face and not kill him. This stool allows you to check it out for around $100.

LoveBotz Extreme Sex Stool

The next step up the quality latter is the LoveBotz Extreme Sex Stool. In construction and design, this is basically the same as the Fetish Fantasy version with the exception that it includes a dildo holder. It costs a little bit more, so it really depends if you are only looking for a stool for facesitting and oral sex or are looking for something you can get more uses out of. If you want some dildo play, riding a dildo in the squatting position can make a great show for your partner.


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Summer Lovers

byAlan Rich©

"Hi Alan!" There was no mistaking Carmen Fuller's low, sultry voice as he took off his helmet. Looking back over his shoulder, he let the motorcycle rest on its kickstand. His gaze sweeping over her, instantly taking notice of the way her fling skirt was swaying, exposing most of her tanned thighs as she walked toward him. His eyes lingered at the hem of her dress.

"Hey. You look good. Going out?" he asked, stretching his legs out as he sat, leaning back against the bike.

"Going out? She laughed. "No, I just stopped in for a few things on my way home but thank you for the compliment. What about you?""Naw, I ain't got any plans. I stopped to get mom some cake mix. I'm just cruising around killing time." Shrugging his shoulders, trying to come up with an idea of something to do or somewhere to go later.

"Well, come on, let's get this shopping over with." Mrs. Fuller chuckled, as she turned to take a shopping cart form the rack.

"I'll push it for ya." He jokingly remarked as he gently sidestepped in between her and the shopping cart, pushing it as they walked into the store.

Guessing her age to be somewhere in her mid 30's, she's the mother of Kyle, one of his best friends from the model airplane club. While he pushed the cart for her along the isles in the store, he couldn't help but notice the opaque sheen of her hosiery covering the smooth skin of her thighs and the way her dress drew his attention to the curve of her waist. Alan had always considered her to be rather attractive but he also wasn't sure it was appropriate to think of your friends'"Jeez, if she knew I was thinking about feeling off her tits, she'd slap the shit outta me." He thought to himself as they walked toward the checkout counters.

Alan commented while they stood in the checkout line, "I don't know, with Kyle staying at his Dads, it just seems weird that you're not going out on a Friday night." as their conversation shifted back to neither of them having any plans this evening.

Her smile captivated him as she replied, "Well, I don't do the 'bar scene' and no one has asked me out lately." Adding, after a moments thought, "By the way, I can say the same about you. I thought you would be going out with your girlfriend." Noticing that the subtle expression change on his face indicated that he and his girlfriend were not together any longer.

"Naw, I'm between girlfriends." Alan admitted. Slightly embarrassed, he looked down towards the floor, then out the storefront windows. His eyes looked over the cashier while she scanned Carmen's purchases. She was about his age and very cute.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but, with your handsome features, I know you'll have plenty of opportunities with the other girls."Carmen replied as she turned her attention back to the cashier.

He felt the flushed heat in his cheeks when the cashier looked at him and openly smiled after hearing her comment. And he quickly looked away. "Oh jeez, Mrs. Fuller, just tell the whole world I ain't got a girl." He thought, not wanting to look up and meet the gaze of the cashier again. The cashier provided Alan with a welcome distraction from his embarrassment as she had totaled up Carmen's purchases. Carmen was writing a check, leaning with her elbows on the counter and he studied the lines of her body, completely ignoring"Yes! There's my answer!" she realized. Her conscious thoughts were battling between "Yes, you should ask," and "No, you shouldn't ask. What would an 18-year-old guy think of her asking for a ride on his motorcycle?" The thud of the trunk lid closing ended her train of thought.

"I have an idea. If it's not to much of a bother, would you mind taking me for a ride on your bike this evening," she blurted out as shocked embarrassment reddened her cheeks and ears from the bluntness of the statement.

Alan was surprised by her request. "Where do ya wanna go?" His mind raced with thoughts of where to take her and why she would want to go.

"Nowhere, really. I'm sorry, it was selfish of me to ask," she stammered.

"Heck no, ain't that way at all, lets go. I'll drop off mom's stuff and pick you up." Smiling, he noticed the sudden flush of color in her cheeks.

"I don't mind a beautiful woman on my bike at all." He felt the warmness in his cheeks of his own embarrassment from that statement.

"An old woman you mean." Carmen giggled, realizing that he had noticed her embarrassment. Delighted with his compliment about her being beautiful, her cheeks reddened all the more.

Alan laughed. "Old, your ass. I'll pick you up in a bit." He said as he turned, pushing the cart back to the rack next to the motorcycle. "I'll see you in a few." As he watched her car in the mirror, he smiled, knowing that she was going to be pressing her body tightly against his within the hour. Quite surprised with himself at his boldness of saying 'ass' to her, he took several deep breaths, trying to calm down. The adrenaline rush passed, the muscles in his arms and legs began to quiver and he fought to control the nervous butterflies in his stomach as he imagined her breasts pressed into his back.

"Damn, what am I doing, going out with an 18 year old?" Carmen spoke out loud as she drove out of the parking lot. Her thoughts centering on what he had said, analyzing his comments. Finally, she came to the realization that he had given her an actual impromptu compliment. She smiled with delight, an honest compliment. "Well, just go with the flow, it might be fun," a silent voice spoke in her mind.

Alan pulled up in the driveway as she was taking out the last bag of groceries and parked behind her car. "Let me set this in the kitchen and change, I'll be right out.""Ready?"

Carmen wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezed her thighs against him and said "Lets rock!""Ok, Mrs. Fuller. Hang on!" as he popped the bike in gear and accelerated rapidly.

They rode for quite a while, with him taking corners a little fast, leaning into the curves, zigzagging in and out of traffic as Carmen kept her thighs clamped tightly against his hips. She was fascinated with the whole experience, the wind, the speed and the excitement. "Oh god! This is so much fun!" she exclaimed as they stopped at a traffic light. She enjoyed feeling the muscles ripple under Alan's t-shirt as she held on tightly. She fought with the thought of 'accidentally' allowing her hand to slip and taking a quick grope between his legs. Along with the added thrill of having her arms and legs clamped around a muscular young man, she noticed the wind whipping the legs of her shorts. Her entire outside thigh and the lower portion of her butt cheek was teasingly exposed to anyone who looked in their direction. Catching the glance of a middle-aged man as he admired her leg fueled her wanton desires for the young man she now held in her grasp.

"You hungry? Want a hot dog?"'s mom and she was so much older than him.

"I can't believe this is really happening." Alan commented, still in awe of her attractiveness. The more her studied her face, the more he noticed her beauty.

"What's not to believe?" Carmen asked, suspiciously knowing what he was about to say as her thoughts were also centered on the unique strangeness of this outing.

"That I'm cruising around with my friend's mom." He replied, bewildered with the pleasant thoughts of actually having fun with someone considerably older than himself.

His intent gaze had given Carmen the feeling that he was peering directly into the very depths of her soul. "I hope this isn't a problem and I'm sorry if I'm being a burden to you. You want to take me home?" perceiving him to be somewhat saddened that he was not enjoying himself as much as she was. Her thoughts began to run wild, "What does he see in me? I'm so much older than he is. I can't compete with the young girls his age."

"No, ain't that at all, Mrs. Fuller. I mean you're fun to be with. You laugh, you yell, and, I saw you flip the bird at that car that cut in front of us over on Hill Street. That was so cool!" He continued on, explaining that none of the other girls his age would ever dream about riding on the bike just for the fun of riding. It seemed that they always had to go somewhere or friends to impress. "You were having a blast and I enjoyed it just as much." He added.

"You weren't supposed to see me flip off that driver! I still can't believe I did that." Carmen commented as she tried to suppress her laughter. Alan giggled at her and instantly they both broke out into a fit of laughter. He enjoyed hearing her laugh and he also realized that it was becoming much easier to overlook the age difference.

Tears of laughter were dampening their cheeks as they both roared. She commented, "God, I haven't laughed this much in ages." as Alan waved his hand over his head, extending the middle finger.

"I like hearing you laugh Mrs. Fuller." He complimented her as the bizarre idea of Carmen becoming his steady girlfriend centered in his thoughts.

"Please, call me Carmen. Mrs. Fuller sounds so formal."

"Ok. Carmen." Surprised at her request, he thought, "Jeez, she wants me call her by her first name. This is wild."

They soon became at ease with each other as the barriers of their age difference melted away and they began to converse as friends. Carmen no longer thought of Alan as a kid. She saw a very handsome young man with a genuinely sincere personality. He didn't threaten her, as sex was not on his agenda. While all of her dates during the past year or so contained the undercurrent of sex, Alan was being himself. Every now and then she would pick up on the insecurity of his youth and the shyness of his personality, especially when he said that he felt awkward approaching a girl to talk to her.

"What time do you have to be in tonight?" Carmen asked as she was throwing away the empty wrappings into the trashcan.

"No time really. I just told mom I was going out on a date and I would be in later. So I guess midnight-thirty. Why?" Alan replied.

"I just wondered. That's all. Did you tell your Mom who you were going an a date with?"

"Naw, I didn't say anything to her." Alan answered. Thinking to himself how silly it would have sounded to his mom if he told her he was taking Mrs. Fuller out for a ride.

Walking back toward the motorcycle, Carmen felt so at ease with Alan's non-threatening manners that she reached out and took his hand in hers, entwining her fingers with his. Alan''s age and projected innocence heightened her feelings. Her blood pounded in her ears as she tried to fight off the heat that began building in her loins. He was strong, handsome and sexy, but young and shy.

"I need to be getting home." Carmen mentioned as they mounted the bike.

"So soon?" his disappointment was quite evident in his voice.

"Yes, I'm expecting a call late this evening," knowing full well that was not the truth. She needed time to think about these strange emotional and physical feelings that were surfacing. It had been many months since she had sex with anyone and Alan'"Alan, I can't thank you enough for a wonderful evening. I have really enjoyed it." She said, realizing that she was as nervous as he was at this moment.

Alan was smiling, his eyes darting this way and that. "Ugh, can I, I mean, would you, ugh, ya know, ugh, I'm going to fly my model at Bomber Field tomorrow. You, ugh, you want to come?" He stammered, trying to find the words to ask her out again.

"I would like that a great deal," she whispered as she stepped closer to him. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she hugged him, as he hugged her in return. He ran his fingers through her hair, affectionately palming the back of her head as she looked up into his eyes. Holding each other's gaze for a long moment, Carmen was pleasantly roused when he leaned slightly forward, hesitating as he brought his lips close to hers. Alan''s lions ignited as she felt his erection pressed against her stomach while his powerful arms gently held her.

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May 1, 2011

69 Licks on Brahmacharya (and Sex), 2.0

by Matthew Remski with Scott Petrie, to celebrate May Day

(a continuation of our 8 Limbs 2.0 series)

1. Libido is the natural outpouring of breathing, eating, digesting, and enjoying our existence. It is the sap of all relationship.

2.  This outpouring swells in the heart and the loins. The greatest pleasure comes when these swellings are simultaneous.

3.  Libido penetrates to enjoy more, and receives to enjoy more.  It also strokes, licks, kisses, wiggles, spurts, and gushes.

4.  Libido curves and straightens, dilates and contracts, turns pink, turns red, hardens, and softens. The peak of hardness contains the softest marrow.

5.  Libido reaches ever outwards towards three unknowns: a beauty one has never seen, a sensation one has never felt, and a self rarely recognized.

6.  Eros begins in the suffering of aloneness, chooses the intimate other that may best complete it, and floods the present with anxious hope. Aloneness is our priceless initiation: driving us toward communion.

7.  In the deepest pleasure of self-and-other discovery, humans making love utter the first bija mantras.  They say Ohhh, Ohhh… Mmmm, Mmmm.

8.  Orgasm temporarily releases individual identity. Mutual orgasm temporarily blends the echoes of released individuality. It can teach us we are both self and other. The question “was it good for you?” can then be asked and answered in silence.

9.  Paradoxically, the release of your identity provides the physiological basis for reproduction of yourself. You are you, until you explode with pleasure and become someone else.

10. The Sanskrit word brahmacharya means: “walking the path of expanding creation”.

11.  In the age of birth control, this expanding creation can take many forms. Birth control may be the greatest single contributor to fearless sexual pleasure and economic freedom for women (and men secondarily), while simultaneously stemming the crush of our overpopulation. Worldviews that discourage birth control attempt to monetize pleasure and enslave bodies to unsustainable reproduction. This is unacceptable to modern yoga.

12. Yoga has nothing to offer any current discourse on sex if it does not consciously embrace all three waves of feminism, and their concurrent sexual behaviour revolutions.

13. Equally useless is yoga discourse that, confined by cultural modesty, does not address the most compelling sexual issues of the time: gender identity, objectification, pornography, and the meanings of alternative sexual explorations such as bondage, domination, sadism, and masochism (BDSM).

14. We do not live in a permissive society, because there is no one to withhold permission anymore. Some forms of parental control over sexuality may linger even in societies liberated from religious convention. Like widespread corporal punishment, these forms will fade. As education has become child-centered, sex education will become intimacy-centered.

15. All social restrictions of libido attempt to sublimate it into abstract or economic commodities. But sex battles to overflow every channel.

16. Many social transgressions may actually be misdirected orgasms.

17. Sometimes libido succeeds in overflowing, and the person can enjoy recreating herself at will.

18. Sometimes it loses its battle with social oppression, and the person rages within their commodified body.

19. When one’s sexuality is controlled, one’s body belongs to someone or something else: a deity, a state, an institution, or an abuser.

20. When someone or something else controls your body, whatever part of it you retain for yourself will probably feel stolen.  You may need to hide it. It may be a mark of shame. It is vulnerable to evil desires, the target of evil agents, and needs constant discipline and defense.

21. Present advice on sexuality in yoga traditions generally evokes a “do no harm” position, but we should remember that for the most part this is a modern stance. Knowing what we now know of the position of women within yoga historically, the notions of “sexual respect” or “mutuality” were never majority drives. For the most part, yoga has sought to control sexuality in order to sublimate libido into the support of metaphysical worldviews. Whereas state-controlled sexuality sublimates libido into the construction of castles, spiritually-controlled sexuality sublimates libido into the construction of castles in the air.

22. The powerful stream of ascetic yoga regards the body as filthy, and sexual pleasure a multiplication of bodily filth. Sutra 2:40 goes so far as to encourage yogis to become disgusted with their bodies. While this view meshes nicely with the Christian neo-Platonism of yoga’s early modern translators, every sane person practicing today rejects it. Yet it haunts the emotions and flesh of many.

23. According to the yoga of dualism, the body is filthy because it is the costume of your spirit’s fall from etheric grace. But how could you love anyone or anything while holding this view? How would you overcome your self-disgust for long enough to feel capable of loving? Which of the disgusting bodies around you could you love? How would your love-making not be tinged with rage and violence, as you subconsciously seek to rip the body of the other to pieces to find the elusive spirit you can never touch? And what then would be the difference between a child and a waste-product – something the filthy body sheds?

24. According to the yoga of non-dualism, the body is unreal, and pleasure is distractive. The best course, it claims, is to abandon the desire that your allegedly illusory aloneness stimulates. Non-dualism asks the human to be fundamentally different from the tree and the cat. It teaches that relationships are illusory. Or worse: that they are means to an end. There is no fucking in nondualism. Nor is there evolution. So have fun there, if you can.

25. But according to the yoga of relationship, the flesh forms itself from the mother’s flesh, and comes to know itself through contact with the flesh of the other: other humans, animals, soils, and plants. This contact can feature petting, fingering, rolling around, thrusting, gazing, or just breathing. Bare feet accelerate the learning.

26. Patanjali also states that those who practice abstinence will gain vitality. This is based on the belief that semen is an essential life-substance of the body, and if it is carelessly wasted, disease will result.

27. But the flower of any plant blooms naturally, given the right nourishment. The bloom is a sign of health, not vulnerability. Whether it is pollinated or falls, the plant is simply happy for the display. Semen and menses, as flowers of the body, rise and are released according to their own daily, weekly, and lifelong season. There is no physical need to withhold them from the earth or from lovers. Maybe Patanjali wasn’t listening when his mother was teaching Ayurveda in the kitchen.

28. Believing that sex is inherently dangerous to health is not just self-punishing. It also conceals the hope that somehow “virtuous” behaviour can overcome mortality. Because the body will naturally die, one should therefore do many unnatural things – abstain from sex, chant day and night, dwell on your sinful nature – and you might have a chance at winning out against cruel, cruel nature.

29. But let’s not go nuts here. As a tree will bloom furiously after a harsh winter, assuming it will die, we may also become compulsive about sex when we are threatened.

30. A different compulsion can develop for orgasm when a person needs continual relief from an unacceptable identity.  This compulsion may not be different from drug addiction, or neurotic prayer.

31. Patanjali’s threat of vitality-loss to the sexually active is mainly directed at men, whose sperm was thought to be more biologically precious than the sexual wetnesses of women. This is not a scientific conclusion, of course. Yet, it is a highly effective way of sexually controlling men through a combination of flattery, guilt, and bodily distrust.

32. The social control of male sexuality is perfected in the image of the life-long monk, swaddled in flowing robes, bald as a baby, cuddled into the bosom of metaphysics. The control becomes complete when, after being taught to celebrate his disembodiment, he does so willfully, eventually requiring no superiors to enforce discipline.

33. Before this control is complete, however, the monastic or priest may be a whirlpool of internal conflict, desperately needing what is most evil to him. This may lead to the most harmful types of sexual expression, grounded in guilt, shame, and self-hatred. These people may well abuse others sexually, because they are being sexually abused.

34. The seminal retention practices of some Tantric schools attempt a kind of energetic Aikido: using the inexorable downward gush of orgasm against itself, to send its energy upwards. It can produce some interesting sensations and self-perceptions. It can also cause physical complications, such as prostatic swelling, seminal discharge into the bladder, and general vata (wind-and-space type) aggravations such as constipation and insomnia.

35. The deeper problem with retention practices is that they can be self-obsessed and transcendental to the point of abandoning present contact and intimacy. Because the sexual act is seen as a means to an end, the sexual partner is seen as a help-mate in spiritual evolution. If both partners are practicing orgasmic retention, their intercourse can feel like it’s taking place between two isolation chambers that keeps energetic transference to a minimum. Thus, intercourse – one of our most powerful contexts of intimate growth – can become its own shadow. Mutually selfish sexual contact is alienating, whether in Tantra, or in the bathroom of a dingy nightclub.

36. Tantric sexuality can be particularly cruel in its attitude towards the consort, which is virtually always female, and generally lower-caste – someone who can be discarded after fulfilling the tantric’s spiritual purpose. This purpose is sometimes explicitly stated as stealing the rasa (life-sap) from the consort’s vagina, while retaining one’s own orgasm.

37. The Kama Sutra is a medieval dime-store girly rag. Its narrative instructs the footloose stag-about-town how to set up the ideal bachelor pad, how to seduce women he doesn’t want to commit to, and how to perform the pretense of virtue for the woman he wants to lock into marriage. The sexual positions are generally impossible to execute, except by elite athletes. They do have the advantage, however, of being so awkward that they delay male orgasm, and thus might marginally improve the female’s pleasure.

38. Some cultures go farther than Patanjali and the Tantrics, and initiate neurological modes of control over sexuality. The prime example is circumcision, which hardwires the infant brain to associate genital sensation with utter terror, and to associate love with punishment. This might be a neurological support for monotheistic cults that teach suffering and salvation (cutting and comforting) come from the same source (the parent or God).

39. Genital mutilation is a sexual outrage and human rights issue that yogis of good conscience must protest. Ending routine medical circumcision first, and them religious circumcision gradually, may create an algorithmic explosion in the global practice of ahimsa. How can our children resist oppression when imprinted from birth with the shrieks of their own pain and rage?

40. Circumcision excises the female from the male, removing the soft sheathe that slides on the penile shaft. It also forces the glans to keratinize, depriving the man of a moist inner genital space. Because circumcision can commonly remove up to 50% of the surface area of penile skin-covering, it can create lifelong discomfort or even pain, because the erection is rarely containable by the remaining skin. Circumcision creates a subtle fear around erection. Libido is thus stained with sympathetic nervous anxiety.

41. Jesus was cut. Siva is uncut. Can ever the twain meet?

42. The early lingam of Saivite worship was a realistically carved erect phallus, complete with foreskin, throbbing veins, and etched hairs, which would be bathed in milk and ghee during temple rituals. This gradually evolved into the smooth monolith that we see today, which conservative commentators bizarrely insist carries no sexual meaning. This change represents the long-term circumcision of our embodiment over centuries of dualistic (the body is filthy, the spirit is divine) and non-dualistic (the is body isn’t real) thought. We’ll have no penises in the temple, please. Every man standing around that lingam is in part worshipping a denatured and anorgasmic ideal of his own body.

43. Social forms of sexual oppression and ownership can be mirrored by interpersonal forms. The man whose body was mutilated by god may well hate a woman who is complete, and seek to dehumanize her as he was dehumanized.

44. Romance promotes a form of sexual ownership in which the delusion that another person’s function is to fulfill your needs perfectly is usually accompanied by the insistence upon their sexual devotion to you alone.

45. Romance can constitute an emotional dehumanization of the other, in which the desired image of the other is detached from their subjectivity. This can be said to reach its natural conclusion in pornography, in which the visual image of the other is detached from the flesh, and fixated and projected upon in the imaginary space of the screen or page. That image can then be owned even more easily than the body from which it was taken.

46. The gap between image and body lies at the heart of contemporary alienation. This is why having sex or masturbating in front of a mirror can be either a source of profound anxiety, or deep healing, depending upon whether one feels that gap widen or narrow.

47. When the gap widens, the image begins to cancel out subjectivity. This is one of the reasons that porn stars never perform under their real names. They have no personal identity beyond the display of their unique libidinal style. While this might encourage a celebration of the identity-free energy so valued in Tantric paths, it is questionable whether it fosters empathy, which is more strongly generated through identification with the suffering of an other.

48. Porn allows for intense stimulation, beyond the complexity of relationship. The same could be said for various types of socially-withdrawn spiritual practice. Porn mainly involves the exploration of internal spaces. Problematically, it requires an enormous cast of external agents: actors, directors, editors, and distributors, all of whom can and will be dehumanized during certain portions of the exchange. Similarly, the exploration of spiritual spaces depends on complex infrastructures of social wealth. No one goes off and meditates in the forest without leaving several people behind to take up the slack of their absent labour.

49. Because it does not require the humanizing effort of relationship, porn’s most interesting impact might be its confusion of embodiment (I have desire) and disembodiment (I am alone) principles. For the first time in human culture, intense sexual (non)contact is available to anyone with no more interpersonal effort than it takes to buy a computer and set up internet service. One never has to leave the apartment.

50. But pornography also develops internal relationships between imagination and physiology, fantasy and psychological need. Creation-stage Tantra practice, involving sexual visualizations of one’s own body and the bodies of objectified deities, employs the same technology.

51. The overwhelmingly visual nature of pornography makes it a classic “hot” medium in the McLuhanite sense: designed to flood the senses. But there is only so much passivity in stimulation that we seem to want to abide. Porn itself has entered the 2.0 world, with interactive webcam “intercourse”, creating whole sectors of non-commercial activity in which the wall between the consumer and the consumed has been removed. This increase of direct contact may begin to work against the tide of objectification coming out of the 1.0 era.

52. A photograph of an asana is the pornography of an implied physical virtue.

53. However, the sensual feeling of asana, dear to every practitioner, enhances subjective integrity. It also enhances sex life, not only because it improves mobility and pelvic floor intelligence, but because it imprints the neurology with the knowledge that pleasure can expand exponentially with patience and mindfulness.

54. Modern asana also reflects physically what the last 150 years of feminism has advocated in the social sphere: stronger self-perception, security, confidence, and the right to personal pleasure.

55. At the same time, asana wants to make the male body more pliable, less driven to compete, and more circumspect about sexual drive. This may or may not be desirable.

56. Most asanas, in their forward movement, are masculine in orientation. The first company that produces circular yoga mats will instantly accelerate the proliferation of feminine-centered vinyasa series. The yoga mat is a two-dimensional phallus.

57. Most asanas, having very little lateral hip movement, do not serve the crucial need of the female body for pelvic fluidity, whereas virtually every form of dance does serve this need. Women recognize this, and are quickly creating countless dance-asana hybrids.

58. The roundnesses of the feminine have fractal function. The rounded hip is visible across the savannah. Its sway seduces the gaze. The pelvic wiggle increases orgasmic pleasure, and eases labour. Later, a child straddles that same roundness.

59. The lines of the masculine evoke the fractal rays of geometry, structure, systems, and other abstractions.

60. Through contemporary asana, masculine and feminine aspects explore an exchange of conventional qualities, sometimes revealing an erotic androgyny.

61. Erotic androgyny is further emphasized by yoga fashion targeted at youthful and lithe body-types. Lululemon seems to be ripping off Star Trek fashion, in which men and women wore identical form-fitting but detail-smoothing uniforms. Everybody on the show was hot, unmarried, and equal in technical skill, physical prowess, their understanding of the Prime Directive, and social standing. This is kind of like how yoga culture likes to portray itself. It is fiction, of course.

62. The LuluTrek (LuluStar? LemonStar?) ideal can be a source of profound alienation to the many bodies that populate modern yoga. These yogis, of all shapes, sizes, and abilities, are beginning to reject the flat-seam cinching and push-up porn of asana aesthetics.

63. Asana culture expresses a wide range of growing sensual contact. Adjustments can be intimate. Partner classes are proliferating. Some teachers are actively incorporating massage into class. The days in which your mat was your private phallic sanctuary for solitary transformation may be numbered.

64. Asana in the nude is also becoming more common, presenting the exciting opportunity to witness the body’s form without the homogenizing engineering of LuluTrek fashion.

65. Hot Nude Yoga for Men.  You can find it in New York or LA or San Francisco.  Classes are conducted in full nudity, and involve contact exercises with partners that raise both kundalini and penises.  Contact stops on the unfindable edge between the erotic and sexual, and then postures resume.  In the words of one website, the purpose is to “…fine-tune the senses to experience that sublime erotic flow within… and its subtle energetic current, while cultivating a deeper awareness of the Inner Sanctuary.”

66. Where asana meets contact and contact meets the sexual, a new paradigm of both asana and sexuality emerges.

67. It is a unique and exciting feature of our age that there is most likely someone at this moment writing a Ph.D. dissertation on the relationship between lingams and dildos, or between rosaries and strings of anal beads.

68. Also at this very moment, subtle digestive processes are producing sexual fluids in your body. The normal wetness of the mucosa is a holding pattern for bodies that call out for intimacy.

69. A delightful mystery: union dances to the music of separation. Parvati seduces Siva with her glances and her beautiful roundnesses. But Siva is always disappearing to the angular mountains and his solitude. When he is gone, her body aches. Empty, she calls for him. His absence is erotic to her. He turns her on by being absent, and yet everywhere.

photo by oceana

Matthew Remski is an authoryoga and ayurvedic therapist and educator, and co-founder of Yoga Community Toronto. With Scott Petrie he is co-creator of yoga 2.0, a project in writing (one book done, eight more in the sushumna-chute) and the embodiment of all things post-dogmatic.

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Blair Underwood scanned her notes as she made he?r way to the news desk for the afternoon telecast on WKLT. She used her pencil to scribble in some additional information in the margin, while at the same time, Terri Scott followed along at her arm, while trying to apply a last bit of makeup to Blair's cheeks. It wasn't as if she needed any help in the looks department, because to make a long story short, Blair was a stunner, a true blue eyed blonde with a killer smile and a great body!!! The news director was giving some last minute instructions to the cameramen, and as soon as her bottom touched her chair, Blair looked directly into the camera as the director counted down five, four, three, two, one, your on! With a smooth easy delivery Blair launched into the first story, about a large hurricane that was threatening the east coast, while Wade Turner, the news director, said to no one in particular, "One of these days she's not gonna get here in time and we'll be opening to an empty chair!!!" Martha Ames, the assistant director, just chuckled and replied, "Never been late in over four years, boss, I don't think she's going to start now!" Wade just shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head, while at the same time, he checked to make sure that his men were using the correct camera angles. Several minutes later, Blair segued into the first commercial break, and over the loud speaker, Wade informed her that everything was okay. Two minutes later, the red light to camera three popped on, and Blair reported two more stories and then threw it over to Jack Olson, the afternoon weatherman. As Jack went into his spiel, Blair leaned back and relaxed, again taking a few moments to check out her copy. Just as Jack finished up with forecast, and the camera again was trained on Blair, incredibly, she felt hands under the desk gently pushing her legs apart!!! Momentarily stunned, Blair tripped over her next line, which caused just about everyone in the news room to turn and look, because it was so rare for Blair to m?ake any kind of mistake at all! Quickly covering her tracks, Blair again moved easily through the next story, but much to her consternation, the hands beneath the desk grew more insistent, as they moved farther and farther up her inner thighs, until they were resting directly against her pussy!!! "Sweet jesus," she thought to herself, "who could be doing this to me, it is so utterly brazen!!!" Reporting now like an robot, Blair squirmed uncomfortably as the fingers pulled the elastic away from her leg hole, and found their way right to her lips! On television in front of thousands of people, and she was being masturbated like there was no problem at all!!! Not only was Blair pretty and smart, but ever since she was a high schooler she had the ability to achieve incredible orgasms with the greatest of ease, and now, those insistent fingers were now lightly stroking her erect clitoris which was by now dying for more attention!!! It was unbelievably difficult to keep delivering the news without letting on that she was in terrible distress!

As the next commercial break came, Blair tried in vain to sneak a look under the desk to see who was making her pussy so very excited, bit a few seconds later the cameras began rolling, and Blair had to go back to reading the news, while the fingers in her pussy began probing more deeply! Now almost gritting her teeth, Blair was in a pitched battle to finish her segment without letting on what was happening under that desk!!! She was almost there, it was just about time for the sports, when out of the fingers were replaced by a low frequency vibrator, which naturally came to rest right on the tip of her clit!!! Not more that a second or two after the cameras turned to Frank Fox, the sports caster, Blair let out a low moan, that fortunately for her now one else heard, as everyone's attention was now on Frank! Blair just sat there, now not even trying to fight it, but hoping that since she was going to cum, she could do it w?hile off camera!!! Pushing her crotch forward in an attempt to put more pressure on her clit, the operator of the vibrator pulled it back just enough to keep her from going over the edge!!! As Jack finished up the last of the baseball scores, she barely heard him say, "And back to you, Blair!" Clearing her throat in an attempt to buy a little time, Blair plowed back into the news, at about the same time the vibrator plowed back into her now dripping muff! Although she was wearing a pretty heavy blouse, Blair's nipples had long ago hardened, but now, they were showing through her blouse and stuck out like to little erections!!! "How ironic it was, that her last story was about sex in the white house, while under the news desk, her own vagina was beginning the spasmodic contracting that always preceded Blair's climaxes!!! ".....and the president denied ever having a relationship with the young intern," Blair intoned, while just at the moment her cunt let loose with an orgasm that normally would have found her screaming and shaking, but this time, however, all she could do was grit her teeth, clench the papers in her hands, and try to ride out the storm!!!

As the sweat popped out on her forehead, Blair looked straight into the camera said, "And that's the news for this afternoon, join us tonight for the news a ten!!!" The hands and vibrator that had driven her to climax had now been removed, so Blair dropped her pencil to the floor, which enabled her to casually lean over and look under the desk! Almost as stunning as being fondled on while on the air, Blair found that the compartment under the desk was empty!!! She picked up her pencil and in a slightly confused state walked back to her office! On her way, several people stopped her to congratulate her on a fine broadcast. She nodded and mumbled thanks, and with glassy eyes she stumbled her way to her office. On her desk was a note, which she opened and read. "Blair, you were a very good girl, hope to ?have you again soon!" She folded the letter, dropped it into the waste basket and thought, "I can hardly wait!!!"

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p.s. I’m most likely going to write a part 2 before any of you ask. ;)

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December the seventh had been the due date for your little pink bundle.

Three days had slipped by and every second of those very long days felt excruciating to endure. You were a little over forty weeks pregnant and more uncomfortable than ever. Sleep was near to impossible and the immense amount of fatigue only worsened every other thing you felt. The baby’s kicks were quite strong and you couldn’t seem to enjoy them as much as you had near the start of the pregnancy. To top it all off, Draco was more protective than ever and any little moan or whimper that escaped from you made him spring into action. Irritability had become your number one symptom and your main target was Draco.

It was December the eleventh, the start of the fourth day after your due date. You woke up to minor contractions, but it didn’t get your hopes up since you had been experiencing them daily. You had slept a grand total of three hours and lied awake in bed, a hand resting on your large belly full of at least eight pounds of baby. The red letters on the clock read 5:45 and it remained dark outside, the bedroom’s only form of light being from the clock.

Rain hit the glass windows and roof, creating a soothing melody as you stared up at the ceiling. Draco’s arm lie around your waist and his large, vein filled hand rested on your belly. His steady breath washed over the back of your bare neck and the stray hairs from your tousled bun tickled your skin as he breathed out. You melted back into his warm chest, your palm going to rest on top of his and your fingers slotted between his against the material of your long-sleeved shirt. The contractions were continuing to plague your body and although they were spaced apart and fairly minor, they were still a bit painful. The only place you felt content was with Draco.

A swift and harsh kick to your ribs from the culprit in your belly caused you to suck in a sharp breath, your eyes screwing shut in discomfort. The little girl inside you hit the same spot where yours and Draco’s hands lie and your muscles tensed as he stirred behind you. A soft hum vibrated his chest and his arm tightened around your waist, his palm lightly squeezing your stomach in acknowledgment of the unborn child’s kicks. He pushed himself up on his forearm when you shifted uncomfortably, your ribs aching and a small contraction pulsated through your lower abdomen.

“Contractions again, sweetheart?” He asked gently and ran his fingers over your swollen stomach.

Sighing at his comforting touch, your head bobbed up and down on the pillow. “Yeah,” you breathed meekly and smiled weakly up at the concerned face of your husband. “But I’m fine. They’re still not strong and irregular.”

Draco moved his hand up to your flushed cheeks and brushed away a few sweaty strands of hair. Your hot flashes had only worsened as you progressed in the pregnancy and it was embarrassing to sweat without having done anything. He didn’t seem to think anything of it, but you felt like an unattractive beached whale.

His fingers never ceased in stroking your hair and you smiled tiredly when his lips pressed to your forehead. “Do you need anything, love?” He murmured against your skin. “I can get you some tea or make some breakfast.”

“I need you to cuddle me,” You moaned and shifted onto the side facing him. Your face burrowed into his t-shirt clad chest and you breathed him in, feeling completely at ease by his side. He made the discomfort and pain you felt bearable.

Chuckling, Draco brought you in flush to him and he heard your muffled giggles at your bump getting in the way. He smiled lovingly at you, his ice colored irises drinking in the tired smile on your face. Your hair was wildly tousled from tossing and turning all night, your skin was free of any cosmetic product and the pregnancy glow still radiated from you as it did in the beginning. He had never imagined himself to be lying in bed with the love of his life tangled against him and he didn’t quite understand how you had fallen in love with him, but he was sure as hell glad you had.

You tilted your head further back to meet his eyes just as you experienced yet another kick from the babe inside you. It was much softer and less of a karate chop to your ribs than the previous kick. Draco felt the gentle jab in his side since your belly was pressed to him as close as physically possible and you smiled when he slid your shirt up, revealing the large baby bump. You had acquired some stretch marks, but he paid them no mind and lowered his head to talk to her like you knew he adored doing.

“Hey baby girl,” Draco cooed in the gentlest tone he could manage. His fingertips danced along your bare bump and you admired the adoring smile on his face when she kicked at the sound of his voice. “It’s Daddy. Again.”

“She’s probably tired of hearing your voice, my love,” You teased and ran your fingers through his blonde locks.

“Shush,” He said and shot you a warning look that made you giggle. “Don’t listen to Mummy, princess. She’s mean to Daddy and—Oi!”

You had smacked his head and tried to stifle your laughter his messy hair. “Don’t tell our daughter that, Draco!” You scolded.

“Anyway,” Draco said and lowered his lips to your bump again. He brushed them along the stretched skin, a mark brandishing the once smooth flesh on your stomach, and goose bumps arose on your belly as he kissed it softly. “You like keeping Mummy and Daddy waiting, don’t you? We’re ready to meet you, princess.”

The clock ticked over to 6:00 and you shut your eyes for a mere second, taking in the soft sounds of the rain hitting the glass window. You had barely been submerged into darkness for a millisecond when you felt a gushing sensation between your legs as if you had peed on yourself, but you knew full well that it had not been that.

On December eleventh, the fourth day after your due date, your water had broken and labor begun.

Panic. Unshakable panic fell upon the house, capturing Draco in its claws. It seemed as though the split second your water broke and you pulled your very pregnant self from the bed, the contractions began to grow ever so slightly stronger. As your nose scrunched up in discomfort and your digits yanked your shirt over your stomach again, Draco caught every grimace of pain and he felt his body frozen to the bed. His eyes were glued onto your face and he watched as your hands came to rest just above your hips, riding the contraction out until it descended to nothing.

“Your water broke which means you’re in labor,” Draco said slowly, the words slowly seeping into his brain and when they did, the panic settled in further. “Bloody hell, you’re in labor!

You couldn’t help but giggle and take his hands in yours, pulling him from the king sized mattress. Your fingers traced over his knuckles soothingly and you tilted your head back, your y/e/c irises twinkling as they gazed into his icy blue ones. “I suppose baby girl heard you and decided to surprise you, my love,” You murmured and grinned.

He gaped down at your smaller frame before pulling you to him, his arms wrapped around you and his hands rested on your waist. The large baby bump pressed between you two and he kissed your forehead multiple times, the burning of tears already blurring his vision. “I’m about to be a Dad,” He mumbled shakily into your neck and you held him tighter as he shook slightly in your grasp.

A gentle, subtle smile pulled at the corners of your lips. The pads of your fingers ran along his back and you pulled back to kiss his forehead. “You’re going to be amazing, Draco,” You hummed softly and felt like crying yourself at his soft, adoring expression. “Now, I’m kind of in labor so we should go to the hospital.”

“Right.” Draco heaved a sigh and blew it out heavily. “You’re in bloody labor. Oh, merlin.”

Seconds trickled by, turning into minutes and following with hours. You had gotten decked out in the hideous hospital gown and the IV’s had been stuck into your veins. Nurses came and went, checking your progress along with an occasional monitor of the baby’s heartbeat or asking if you needed anything. You had dilated to a four and the contractions had gotten closer together, much stronger, and more painful. The whimpers leaving your mouth only worried Draco more and if you weren’t in immense amounts of pain, you would’ve been slightly amused.

Your eyes screwed shut in discomfort and a soft whimper fell upon Draco’s ears as he stood at your bedside, stroking his pale fingers through your hair and along your perspired forehead. He hated seeing you in pain and there was not a thing in the world he could do to make it better. He did all he knew to do and that was to make you as comfortable as possible.

Draco bent down to your level and kissed your head gingerly, his right hand clutching yours. “You’re almost halfway, love,” He cooed softly and brushed the pesky hairs out of your face. “You’re doing so good, taking those contractions like a champ.”

Blowing out an intake of air, you pushed a weak smile up at him. “I think labor is kicking my ass, but thanks Draco.”

He chuckled. “I’m not even the one in labor and its kicking my ass more than yours.”

You giggled and rose up against the pillows to peck his lips. You squeezed his hand, grinning, and said, “You’re taking labor like a champ, babe. I promise.”

“I think I’m supposed to be telling you that.”

A mere two hours prior, you had been at four centimeters dilated and gotten the epidural. Ten centimeters came in the blink of an eye and the time to push was upon you before your brain could process it. The hospital room was in a flurry of nurses and doctors prepping for delivery, the spotlights had been switched on, and your legs were positioned to deliver your baby girl. With a pounding heart and your belly flipping with nerves, Draco grasped your right hand firmly and murmured comforting words into your ear through the chaotic events unfolding rapidly.

“Alright, Mrs. Malfoy,” The doctor exclaimed from the end of the hospital bed. “It’s time to push.”

With a fleeting glance into your husband’s stormy irises and the distant sound of nurses reassuring you, you tucked your chin to your chest and pushed. A strangled cry elicited from your mouth as one of the nurses counted up to ten and you pushed through until she reached ten before sucking in a deep breath, dropping your head to the pillow. Draco stroked your hair and continuously peppered kisses on the top of your head or on the slightly dampened skin of your forehead.

“M’so proud of you, my love,” He hummed into your ear.

“I love you, but we’re never having another baby after this,” You huffed, already exhausted from one push.

Draco chortled. “Whatever you say, darling.”

“Push, Mrs. Malfoy!”

For the second time, you tucked your chin in, took a deep breath, and pushed as hard as possible because you wanted that baby out. The pressure and burning sensation began to intensify and after a mere few moments rest after the second push, you were going again. After a total of five pushes, the little baby girl was out and loud crying filled the hospital room. The moment your eyes laid on the doctor holding your baby, wiping her off a bit, tears spilled over onto your cheeks and you looked up at Draco. A small cry left your mouth at the sight of his eyes glistening with tears of his own and he stooped over to kiss your lips repeatedly, the taste of salty tears into the kiss.

“I love you so much,” He whispered and wiped the wet streaks on your cheeks.

“I love you too,” You sniffled.

The doctor placed your baby onto your chest, a blanket draped over the naked newborn and her little cries lessened to whimpers. You sunk your teeth into your lip, holding back a fresh wave of tears, and placed one of your hands on her head and the other on her tiny back. You pressed your lips to the top of her head and traced your fingertips along her back, soothing her whimpers to nothing.

Draco gazed at his two girls in awe. The tiny glimpse into you as a mother had already taken his breath away and he could feel himself falling deeper into the pit of love he held for you. Very carefully, he brought his hand to the pink cheek of his little girl and drug his finger along the soft skin as if it were porcelain. Never had he seen a more beautifully ethereal thing in the entire world than the bundle that lie on your chest. She had only been in the world for a few minutes and he was already enthralled. He was so in love with the tiny human he had created with you.

“My little princess,” He hummed gently and never ceased his finger against her small cheek. “She’s so beautiful, Y/N.”

“Of course she is.” You giggled. “She’s your daughter.”

“I think it’s the other way around, my love,” Draco said adoringly.

Your cheeks flushed and you sighed in content, the babe on your chest stirring before falling still again. “Freya Leigh Malfoy, already stealing hearts at a few minutes old.”

“That’s my girl.”

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GoneWild: The everyday lives of Reddit's amateur porn stars

Warning: This story contains sexually explicit material and is NSFW.

Natural_Red is married. Young brunette Samantha would stop if she got a boyfriend. Nina1987, a fan favorite, is a medical student. Some worry about being found out. Others have been recognized dozens of times.

All of them are naked on Reddit.

These are the ladies of r/gonewild, an amateur porn community where “normal” women, like those at the grocery store or in English class, upload nude or sexually explicit photos of themselves for a grateful, complimentary (and occasionally rude) online audience.

SEE MORE: A different view of Nina1987

The rewards vary. Some of the ladies are tipped in Bitcoin, the untraceable digital currency popular in the darker corners of the Web, while others receive gifts in the form of Reddit Gold, a $30 subscription package for increased privileges on the social news site.

There’s the thrill of the moment—the rush that comes from baring something so private and provocative for the whole world to see.

But most are in it for what comes next: the support in the way of karma, Reddit’s way of favoriting content, and community interaction. It’s a simple, anonymous, and fairly innocent confidence boost.

“I wasn't quite sure what to expect, really,” wrote Natural_Red, whose husband sometimes contributes to her posts, in an email. “I had an OK view of myself, but wasn't quite sure how others viewed me. It was more or less an experiment in self-esteem.”

These are the girls next door, and they’d appreciate your upvote of support.

Photo via Nina1987/Reddit

Described as a “mature, low-pressure environment for true exhibitionists,” GoneWild (or GW) is one of the premier destinations on Reddit, with around 3,000 viewers at any given time. The community is overseen by a team of eight moderators, who help manage an average of 278 submissions and 4,779 comments per day, according to Stattit. Both men and women can post to GW, though women contributors far outnumber men. Photos are submitted regularly by users, so the posts update constantly.

GoneWild anchors Reddit’s much larger NSFW content, with offshoots that include r/gonemild, r/dykesgonewild, r/ladyboners, r/gonewildcurvy, r/gonewildcouples, r/lgbtgw, and countless others for nearly every imaginable fetish. (See this Reddit poem, where “Dr. Seuss” explains r/gonewild.)

I’ve known about it for a couple years at least and used to peruse it every so often. I’d click through photos and wonder: Who are these girls? Are they like me? Go through enough posts and you start to wonder: Could I ever do this? A big reason I wouldn’t is because I have recognizable tattoos, but the element of “Fuck it” necessary to be a GoneWild girl intrigues me.

Natural_Red, a 24-year-old who works in advertising and design, came to the subreddit during a rough patch three years ago.

“I was kind of in a boring slump in my life, going to school and work, then coming home, eating dinner, and going to bed,” she wrote. “This was something new and exciting, so I thought, Why not?

It’s a common reason for posing nude on r/gonewild. The six women I interviewed said they wanted to do something out-of-character, taboo, and “brave,” something to prove they were secure enough to show their bodies on the Internet. Some just wanted honest feedback.

Some, like Nina1987, have developed serious fanbases out of the more than 407,000 subreddit subscribers by being particularly hot and particularly generous with their bodies, varying their outfits and positions and taking requests.

One of the most popular women on r/gonewild, Nina1987 is also one of the few who shows her face. She said she’s been recognized by about 35 different people in her day-to-day life, including her older brother. Not that that’s stopped her from posting.

On Monday, she and I had coffee at a diner in New York City. In real life, she’s a normal-looking student. She wore a green dress, tights, and black flats and carried a book bag.

“I would have thought most of the men I know in real life wouldn’t be on GoneWild. They’d watch porn in a video,” she told me. “That’s why I was surprised by people in my life recognizing me. I don’t know what the benefit to them is.”

Photo via Reddit

The benefit for men, besides the obvious, is porn with a personality.

These are real girls being “naughty.” Their fans can talk to them, get to know them, make specific requests: high heels, a tight dress, bent over in booty shorts. It’s like these are their girlfriends sending them “sexts,” not manufactured, removed, done-up “porn girls.” It’s the Girlfriend Experience with someone who could literally be the “girl next door.”

Along those lines, Nina, who is 26, said her popularity comes from being a bit withholding, leaving something—if not much—to the imagination. Nina’s nudes are often silly and sexy—not extremely explicit or numerous. Often, after a few months, she’ll go back and delete old posts.

“You want them to wait for it, so I’ve been told to space [my posts] out,” said Nina, who often lets months go by between submissions. “You can’t saturate the market.”

One r/gonewild girl, Chelsea, who posts videos of herself masturbating with a hairbrush, said she was introduced to the subreddit by an ex-boyfriend. She watched the site for two months before nervously making her first post.

“I was hoping for any response at all!” she told me. “I had low expectations and I wasn't sure if I was even going to respond to people! When the comments and PMs [private messages] started coming in, I responded without even realizing it.”

The men of GW prefer women who engage with their comments. In a recent post, a user raved that the model was physically attractive, but really, she was “winning the crowd by actively responding to comments and flirting with her GW fans.”

Initially unsatisfied with how limp the response was to her images, Samantha, a 20-year-old photographer and administrative assistant with long dark hair, started exposing her face to garner more attention—and it worked, with increased comments, private messages, and upvotes.

Samantha uses r/gonewild, which she found through another subreddit (r/funny), as motivation to stay in shape. She also sees it as a photography experiment, inspiration to take nudes of herself in different lights. She checks religiously to see what’s being said about her but hardly ever replies to comments or messages. (In contrast, Natural_Red has corresponded with several of her biggest admirers for years.)

One of the most memorable private messages Nina remembers receiving was from a divorced man who said he thinks about her every night as he falls asleep. In the beginning, she said, she felt pressure to meet with her admirers in person; now she keeps her distance.

“They’d say, ‘We’ll be friends.’ I’m an adult female. We’re not going to be friends because you saw me naked online.”

Photo via Reddit

Reddit is not known for its tolerance. Quite the contrary, the site’s hands-off policy has led to some of most notorious Web scandals in recent memory. Creepshots and Jailbait, two subreddits that posted sexualized photos of unsuspecting, unconsenting, and often underage women, were recently shut down.

On GoneWild, there are, of course, crude, sexual comments (“stick your tongue out, I’d love to blow a load in your mouth”) and straight-up mean, scary ones (“Your tits are not as good as you think they are”). Once, someone asked Samantha if she was transgender, which hurt her feelings since she’d been called “boyish” before.

Natural_Red, who serves as a moderator, said when she first came to r/gonewild, it was a much smaller, more solely positive community. Now that the subreddit has attracted more attention, there are more “negative people whose sole purpose is to leave negative comments on posts.”

Frequently, though, the women are talked about on GoneWild with almost an art aesthete’s appreciative palate. If a poster says she feels unloved by her boyfriend, hundreds of redditors might discuss how they’d treat her better. If a poster says she dislikes an aspect of her body, they may lavish praise on that part of her.

There is also a marked difference between what the “real men” of r/gonewild consider attractive and what magazines and ads tell women is “beautiful.”

Most of r/gonewild’s favorite women are of a conventional weight or have shaved their pubic hair, but the body shapes and tones vary wildly. Some have maintained their bushes. Some have large nipples or stretch marks. Some are fit. Some are soft. Some have big hips. Some have small breasts. There are women of all hair colors, all styles of dress, all races.

The men tend to prefer smiling faces to “sexy” faces and playfulness to “trying.” These are real girls, not airbrushed models or actresses. They are not Vogue-perfect. The voyeurs of r/gonewild are happy to see boobs, but personality wins the day.

It’s sweet, if not a bit desperate, on both ends. The commenters are like a group of hunters surrounding a deer they don’t want to spook, like they can’t believe a woman with a full understanding of what she was doing would ever post to r/gonewild. Often, if a commenter is rude, he’s chastised by other users for scaring away potential naked girls. If someone is trolling, it’s not long before a knight in shining comment rides in to defend a woman’s right to express her sexuality in any form.

For some of the young girls, it’s the online equivalent of flashing at spring break. But the risks are more permanent. Nina said because they liked her when she started out, redditors helped her make her profile more secure. They told her what they could find out about her—where she went to school, her home address, etc.—and then told her what privacy settings to change to ensure the information didn’t fall into the wrong hands. Even so, she’s had photos end up in Craigslist scams and on revenge porn sites.

Some girls have tried futilely to delete their photos only to have them saved and reuploaded by redditors. Natural_Red said a few people have recognized her, but nothing particularly bad came of it because she doesn’t post her face or overshare on personal information. Recently, a girl posted who looked very young; one of the top-voted replies was someone telling her to be careful about revealing her face.

There’s also positivity in the way the r/gonewild girls treat each other. Like in a real-life strip club, r/gonewild has old favorites and standbys, and there are new girls, most of them in their early 20s, constantly coming through. Some become lifers, some only hang around for short stints. Recently, one of the community’s favorites, a user called thediggitydank, left amid a flurry of fond farewells, to “focus on being a better wife and mother.” The next day, a new girl joined who posed nude in front of video game posters.

“One of the best leaves gw... And another great girl joins... The circle of GW, guys!” wrote one commenter.

But instead of cattiness or jealousy that might be fostered by the competitive nature of winning male attention, r/gonewild women compliment each other generously, like something out of a teenage boy’s locker room fantasy. Nina once wrote on another girl’s post, “Each one of your boobs is like a separate miracle.” Another r/gonewilder titled her new post, “I want nina1987 in my bed!”

Chelsea said her favorite part of r/gonewild is getting to meet and talk to so many different people. “There is a lot more positivity than negativity.”

Photo via Reddit

GoneWild exists because of a mutual, innocent (if not unhealthy) dependency between posters and commenters, a change in men’s porn habits and desires, and the equalizer that is the Internet.

Judgment on either end seems a folly. There will always be more r/gonewild girls, as old ones fall down the infinite scroll and fade back into their everyday lives and as new ones age into legality. Both sides, like most people, are just looking for something to get them through the day.

“I think GoneWild is a great place for people who are looking for a bump in self-esteem, exhibitionists, and people who are just looking for a little something thrilling in their day-to-day lives,” Natural_Red wrote.

“It's a win-win. You get a rise out of posting, and other people get boobs.”

Main image by Jason Reed/Robert Bejil/Flickr | Photos via GoneWild/Reddit


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It's been the longest day as I walk into the house and drop my oversized purse on the floor next to the door. I don't even bother hanging up the keys, they're already in my jacket pocket and it has found its place next to my purse. I look around though and see that the day is about to take a turn for the better.

There in the middle of the living room, on the carpet, I see a picnic blanket laid out with strawberries on a plate and champagne chilling in front of the fireplace. "Crazy boy", I think to myself, turning the fire place on in the middle of August. But then I notice that the AC is turned up too, and suddenly shivers run down my spine. I hear the door lock behind me, but don't feel the need to turn around as you move up behind me. I can tell you're smiling, and you know you just made me smile, too. I feel your arms wrap around my waist from behind as your face nestles into the crease of my neck, smelling the fading perfume on my skin.

You breathe in deep and I get goose bumps as your breath meets my skin and my ear. I close my eyes and let out a happy sigh, placing my hands on my waist where they meet your fingers. You now turn me around slowly, stare into my eyes and whisper: "Welcome home, beautiful." I stretch my body and perch myself up on my tip toes, pressing my lips against yours now as my arms wrap around your neck.

"Did you do all this for me, baby?" I smile at you, and you just nod an answer. "I called your office earlier and they said you are way too busy... I wanted to make sure that tonight, you are not too busy for me."

With one fell swoop I find myself scooped up in your strong arms as you carry me to the blanket. You don't put me down, but instead kneel while I am still in your arms and sit on the blanket, with me in your lap now. As you settle down on the blanket, you turn me now so that I'm sitting on your lap, facing you, my legs on either side of you. I smile like a little girl and wrap my arms around your neck once more.

You let me hug you like that for what seems like an eternity as your hand wraps around my waist and the other rubs my back slowly.

After a long luxurious hug, you gently push me from your body to look at my face. A smile seems to be frozen there and that in turn makes you smile at me, too. Your hands find their way to my face now and you take it and slowly pull me closer to you, letting your lips just rest upon mine at first. Gently, as if by an angel's touch, my lips are parted by your tongue and you enclose us into a passionate kiss that I've been hoping for since that morning.

Finally we both gasp for air, exhausted and yet reenergized from our kiss. You look into my eyes and whisper hungrily, yet sweetly: "I've missed my baby today..." but I place my index finger on your lips, "This is no time to talk, angel face." The only response I needed was your nod and a grin on your face.

As I sit there on your lap, still facing you, you reach over to the champagne and pour us both a glass. You hand me mine and holding yours, you reach over to the blanket again, this time producing a strawberry between your fingers. You bring it to my lips and before letting me take a luscious bite, you teasingly drag it along my lower lip, then bring it to your mouth and bite the tip of it off. I moan as I look at your lips and you bring the fruit back to my mouth. My eyes close as my lips part gently and I feel the sweet taste of the fruit along with the taste of your lips touch my tongue.

A seductive gasp escapes your lips and following the strawberry, suddenly I feel your lips back on mine again. This time a bit stronger, the kiss is more passionate than the one before, and your hand finds its way to my back, as though to make sure that I will not escape this kiss. After a minute I pull my lips from yours, giggling and smiling, while my fingers trace an outline along your face.

A sip of champagne seems to do us both good. Within 20 seconds both glasses are empty and have found their way back to the floor, tipped over next to the bottle, with a single droplet hanging from the edge of my glass. We don't have to look at them to know that that is the position we both wish we were in as well.

As if reading my mind, you wrap your strong arms around me once more and start tilting me to my side, until I find myself laying on my back and my angel half next to me, half hovering over me. You bring another strawberry to my lips, but this time I only teasingly lick it, then take a crunchy bite, and leave the rest of the juicy fruit lingering on my lips.

You smile and lean forward, to my neck, and let your tongue glide from the crease of my neck up...up... until your reach my jaw line... further up and finally press your tender lips into mine before taking the rest of the fruit into your mouth. The soft carpet underneath me feeling like a cloud, I feel the cool air-conditioned breeze against my right and the sizzling heat of the fireplace to my left. Above me, your body mixes both as your cold skin presses against my silk blouse but the heat from your body starts a fire within me as well. My body resting below you, I finally wrap my arms around your waist and pull you on top of me completely.

You moan as you feel my warmth below you and kiss me, this time hard, with more passion than ever before. Your hungry hands explore my body, sliding down my sides and back up, past my skirt and over my blouse, to my face as your lips keep devouring mine, reluctantly stopping for split seconds to catch your breath.

You sit yourself up and un-tuck my shirt from my skirt. You lean down and kiss me softly once more, and with each kiss you pop another button on my shirt. You don't take it off completely, but instead just slide it to the sides, my sleeves still on, but the silk crumpled on either side of me now. My lace bra moves slowly with my chest as I breathe in and out. My breathing has clearly gotten faster, and you know you are the reason why.

Your hungry eyes stare at my goose bumped skin and you slowly take your finger to my neck, as if you are afraid to break me, and drag it down the center of my chest, further down, to where you reach the black lace that is resting on the skin between my now perky breasts.

Hesitant, because you are not sure if this is really what I want tonight, you linger there for a moment, until I bring my hand up and lay it over yours. Your palm lies down flat on my chest, between my breasts and you feel your hand rise and fall with every breath that I take. You start to slowly move your hand to the right, with my hand still on yours, and easily cover my entire left breast with your strong palm, your long fingers teasingly now reaching under the lace to feel the most tender skin on my body. Instantly, my breast perks up and you tweak my nipple between your index and middle finger.

I gasp as I feel your long, lean fingers grab me and you can't help yourself anymore. Stretching your body across mine, you cover me completely and press your bare chest to my tummy so that your lips are face to face with the thin lace that is covering my aching breasts. A moan escapes my lips as I feel your teeth pull the fabric away and then teasingly pull me into your mouth, gently tugging at my nipple with your teeth. I writhe under your body, but your have me strategically pinned underneath you, only my arms free. Instinctively, I dig my nails into your back and my back arches as my head tilts backwards. You can clearly see that I am enjoying every move you pull on me, and you think to yourself that this is exactly what you had planned.

As if reading your mind, I whisper into your ear, while you are still attached to my breast, "I've missed you so much today, baby." You let go of my breast for a moment to come back up and kiss me, which we both seem to have forgotten about. My hand grips the back of your neck and fingers dig into your thick hair.

I've never hungered for you like this before, and we both feel the passion in our aura at the moment. Making sure to not neglect my other half, you immediately return to my chest and unclasp the front hook of my bra, letting it, too, slide down to meet the silk already crumpled up on my sides.

I hear a low growl from your lips as you stare, as if hypnotized, down onto my smooth skin. Your fingers now find their way to the center of my chest and slowly you spread them out and away from each other, dragging them gently across the bottom half of my perky breasts. I hold my breath at your touch and close my eyes, wanting to savor this moment.

Suddenly I feel your fingertips resting on my nipples and I let out my breath in a collective sigh and automatically bring my hands to cover yours, opening my eyes to look at you as you speak. "God, baby... do you know how beautiful you are right now?" You smile at me and my thanks to you is just a smile back.

Leaning down once more you kiss me again, hard this time, your tongue dancing with mine, devouring me completely. I can't help myself, I reach for your belt and your body reacts with a shiver that extends into mine. You moan into my mouth and I can't help but smile as my fingertips teasingly work your belt.

The giant clasp comes undone and lands on my tummy, the cold metal feeling refreshing on my now hot skin. You are propped up on your arms above me, watching me tug at the belt as it leaves your pants, loop by loop, slowly working its way out. You smile at me, whispering "You are such a tease, baby girl." The belt hits the floor next to us and the bulge in your pants couldn't be hidden if we tried.

My nails start to tug at the zipper on your jeans and the button has already come undone, you can't just sit by and watch, you growl and bite down gently on my neck. I gasp as I feel your teeth, "Mmm, tiger..." is all I manage to get out before your mouth clasps over mine again. I start pushing your pants down, my hands over your firm butt cheeks now, tugging at the black boxer briefs as well, just waiting for you to spring to life in the front.

With one swift move, you kick your pants and briefs off, and find yourself completely naked, kneeling between my legs. My shirt below me, but my sleeves still on, contains my now unhooked bra. You shake your head, we can't have that. I feel your hands slide up my outer thighs past my skirt until you reach the edge of my thigh highs. The lace at the edge of them between your fingers brings a smile to your face.

"You know this is my favorite kind." "I know, baby," I say, "that's why I wore them." You peel the silk stockings off my legs, one by one, and place them on the pile of your clothes. My skirt has ridden up in this process and the only thing you can see is a little triangle of lace covering my mound.

The fireplace light accentuates the single drop of my honey that has found its way to the top of my thong. While leaning down to unhook my skirt, you breathe in my sweet scent and I can see your heart begin to race. "I have to have you, baby girl", as you raise my butt in the air and slide the skirt down my thighs and past my ankles, off of me completely.

You don't waste time, as you sit me up and strip my shirt and bra off, allowing them to find a spot on the pile of clothes next to us now. I dig my nails into your shoulders before you lay me back down.

Spreading my legs, laying them on each side of you now, you get a full view of me. Your finger starts to trace down from my lips past my neck, finding its way between my breasts and down my tummy, you hook it into the lace of my thong, but don't pull it off just yet.

Instead, you slide it to the side, your fingertip now feeling the moisture on the fabric, and teasingly drag your finger down the middle to where you feel my soaking wet lips.

I moan as my eyes roll in the back of my head from ecstasy, without words begging you to touch me. As if you can hear me, you push the string to the side and part my lips with your fingers, and ever so slowly, as to milk my excitement for all it's worth, you push your index finger inside. Completely soaking your hand, your finger slides easily into me, inch by inch, second by second you push deeper in until you can't go any further.

Having held my breath, I exhale now and tighten my muscles around your finger. We both instinctively moan and you start to pull your finger back out. A pout forms on my lips and you smile. You love teasing me and you now know how badly I want you. Your soaked finger finds its way to your lips and you lick the tip of it like a popsicle.

"You taste amazing, baby. Want some?" All I can do is nod as my lips part slowly awaiting your touch. The sweet honey hits my tongue and I suck your finger into my mouth, sucking on it feverishly, thinking about how good you would taste as well.

You pull the finger from my mouth and I see an animal fire in your eyes. You rip my thong off and leave the torn fabric dangling off my thigh as you spread my legs even further apart and with a swift move shove two fingers inside of me. I scream out in pleasure as you pump in and out of me with your long, slender fingers.

Another scream escapes my lips as I feel you add another finger into me. Writhing on the floor in front of you, my eyes closed and my mouth gasping for air, I don't notice that your fingers aren't inside of me anymore until something else touches my soaked lips. I open my eyes, but see you still kneeling between my legs... now holding a purple toy to my lips.

"Oh God, baby... please, yes..." is all I manage to speak between the gasps for air. "Beg me for it, baby", you tease me and smile devilishly. "Baby boy, don't tease me, you know how badly I need it. Can't you see?" as I spread my legs even further and my juices glisten in the light of the fireplace in front of your eyes.

That was all you needed as encouragement and I dig my nails into the soft carpet as I feel the soft purple shaft push its way past my lips and into me. You don't take mercy on me and immediately start pumping it in and out of me, making my entire body shake and quiver below you. You can tell I am on the edge of orgasm and you stop abruptly. "Wh... why did you stop!?" I gasp, but before I get an answer I taste your lips on mine and the familiar feeling of you between my legs brings my excitement back to its peak.

"Mmm... please baby... please..." as I grab a hold of your shaft and place it between my lips. One swift shove and you are deep inside of me, gritting your teeth and biting your lip to keep from screaming at this amazing feeling.

So hard and so big for me, I feel you pump in and out slowly. My warmth and wetness enclose you inside of me as you gyrate your hips to make sure you go as deep as possible. My legs wrap around your waist and my nails dig into your back, and I can't help but bite your neck as you shove further and further into me.

The pace increasing, I hear you gasp for breath as you start breathing harder and harder, spreading me out for you, having loved the initial tight feeling around your shaft.

Thrusting faster and harder, your pelvis meets mine every other second as you pull out and shove back inside of me, making me scream out in pleasure. A low growl escapes your lips "Oh God, baby girl, I've been waiting all day for this. I love you so much."

"I love you, too, angel", as I dig my nails deeper into your skin and run my hand through your hair. You push deeper and deeper, moaning and gasping for air, as I tighten my muscles around you, adding more resistance to your thrusts. "Baby girl, you are teasing me so much..." "... I know daddy, but don't tell me you don't love it." Upon hearing that, your body stiffens even more and I scream out as I feel the new wave of energy burst through you and you thrust even deeper now than before.

Before I realize it, I find you sitting on the floor and me, still with my legs wrapped around your waist, bouncing on your lap. Your hands gripping at my waist, your hungry lips sucking on my hard nipples, lifting me up and pressing me back down onto you. I arch my back and my hair falls in curls down my back, tickling your hands as your pace increases and I find myself bouncing on you still, my breasts moving in rhythm with my body as you stare hungrily at our love making.

Looking down, you see yourself slide in and out of me and I feel your tongue on my collarbone once more. Your hands move from my hips as I keep the pace on my own now, and I scream out, feeling your fingers tug at my nipples now, and the other hand hungrily kneading my other breast.

I bring my face forward again and kiss you hard, looking into your eyes shortly after the kiss, whispering between gasps, "Ba...baby... I... oh God... I think it's time..." We stare into each others' eyes and ecstasy takes us over as both our bodies start to shiver with the biggest collective orgasm we have ever experienced. Lasting for what seems like an eternity, we don't stop staring into each others' eyes as every muscle in our bodies seems to stiffen with pleasure.

After we both let out a sigh and the elevated feeling finally leaves our bodies, I collapse into your body and find your arms wrap around me. My legs still around your waist, loosely now, and my head resting on your shoulder, you rest yours on mine and hold on to me tight.

We roll over slowly and lay down on our sides, facing each other. We feel our juices dripping from us, but don't even think about parting yet. We are still one as we stare into each others' eyes and without speaking let each other know that this was the best experience of our lives. Without pulling out or getting up, you reach behind the pile of clothes and produce a fleece blanket for us.

You place it over our sweating bodies and drag your fingers up my arm to my neck and back down between my breasts to my tummy, until you finally touch yourself inside of me. I lean forward and kiss your lips gently, my hunger for you satisfied to the brink. You return my kiss happily and smile as you look at me. "Thank you baby," I whisper, "that was exactly what I needed". Still as one, we doze off into the sweetest slumber.

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