Forgive me, but I must confess that a whole lot of porn does a whole lot of nothing for me.
Not all porn, but some porn shows actors who seem either bored beyond tears or who are overacting to the point that I cannot hope to suspend my disbelief.
I am overjoyed when I happen upon porn wherein the performers truly seem to love what they are doing. This porn makes me hot. It gets me off. I watch it repeatedly.
Such was the case with Tristan Taormino’s newest film, Chemistry. She recruited a half-dozen performers to hang out in a house for 36 hours and do whatever they damn well pleased. They swam, they tried on clothes, they played with sex toys, they talked.
And they fucked. A lot.
Which you’d expect, right? But here’s the thing: They have sex because they are friends, and they like each other, and they like having sex with each other. There’s a genuine chemistry between the performers and that makes all the difference in the world.
There’s laughter, teasing, playfulness and goofiness. They know their co-stars’ buttons well enough that they push them and hard.
In short, the film was a lot of fun to watch. I’d like to give YOU a chance to watch it too. Tristan Taormino will send a copy of Chemistry Vol. 3 to one lucky reader. Here’s all you have to do to get your name in the hat:
In the comments for this post, tell us about a time (overtly sexual or not) where you and a partner experienced strong chemistry. Limit your replies to 250 or fewer words, leave a working email address where we can contact you, and be willing to provide a mailing address if you are the winner.
We’ll choose a winner after the contest ends at 12:01 am Monday, October 29th.
And…GO!
Wow you dont know much this post rings true for me! The only porn that I can really get off to is when I can watch people REALLY enjoying themselves. I love seeing people come for real (the women I mean) and not just moan endlessly while looking bored. I dont know whether you know of http://www.ifeelmyself.com but this often does the trick for me.
As for chemistry, I recently had an encounter with a friend of mine (nothing had ever happened before). We were sitting next to each other in the pub while opposite another friend. I randomly felt her leg and told her how soft it felt (she was wearing a skirt and no tights). As this happened I felt her shift her weight towards me. I was kind of shocked but pleasantly surprised as my leg was still on her upper leg. My hand slowly slipped up her leg as she was shifting her weight until my fingers reached her underwear. This was all while we were in the middle of a conersation with the unknowing third party! She was obviously keen and without making the story too sordid I managed to make her come in the middle of the pub during a conversation! He was none the wiser!
Not sure if that was the kind of chemistry you meant but it worked for me!
Hey, it works for me too!
Wow, chemistry. I have recently started up a cyber affair with a young lady who might have been reading my mind. We somehow connected and started talking, Instant Messaging actually. She knows what turns a guy on, or at least this guy and knows when to say it. She has written me some erotic stories starring the two of us and I even mangaged to write one for her! Not bad considering my workload, resposiblitlies and questionable writing abilities. She has me begging for more and she always seems to be there, waiting for me to tell her “Hello”. We’ve never actually met, and we probably never will, but damn can she get my motor running. That’s good chemistry to me!
I tried writing something, but I just can’t express with words how much chemistry I have with my boyfriend. To the point of making me believe in the idea of “soul mates”, which is something I truly do not believe in or accept. He is truly my ideal. I refer to the whole thing as the ZaZa. It’s when everything just *clicks* – the like, the lust, the love. Your brains and souls and loins sync up and that’s just it. You can be having a shouting match over what color the plates are, and the next second, you’re pushing them off the table so you can get ravaged from behind.
Oh, and you never care about the damned plates after the fucking. Obviously. =)
The one thing that my man and i have between us to make-up for our lack of experience is our incredible sexual chemistry.
One time we had been play fighting at his place… you know throwing around a few play punches and whatnot. Then the play-fighting turned to play-wrestling, which quickly turned into us tearing each other’s clothes off and then going at it on the living room floor… I was still pinned from when he won the wrestling match, writhing because all i could think about was having him inside of me.
He may have won the wrestling, but I think we were both winners that night.
My husband and I have amazing chemistry and sometimes just a look will get us going.
We worked together at a large corporation (in the same department on the same team). We had recently celebrated our 20th anniversary and found a new sexual “trigger” which required a prop. We fantasized about the new trigger, but hadn’t actually done it yet because we did not own the correct accoutrements .
We had to work on a Saturday to meet a deadline, so we left the house early and went to purchase the items we needed to live out our fantasy. Walking into the store together, looking at the different props and picking one out was tremendously exciting.
We went to work and half way through the meeting I glanced up and saw him looking at me and I *knew* what he was thinking. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip as I felt arousal course through my body.
For the remainder of the meeting everytime our eyes met I felt a shot of pure lust. When we were finally finished and were free to go home he couldn’t stand up because he was still aroused.
We teased each other in the car on the way home, and when the front door closed behind us I grabbed him, pushed him on the couch and pounced.
It was some of the hottest sex we’ve ever had even though we did not use our new purchases.
Chemistry… I recall the first person I ever thought I was going to marry. Specifically, the word “chemistry” makes me think about one specific time. I think it was the third time we had sex. We were still very tentative in our touches, still trying to get a sense of each others’ bodies. I think we might have even had to laugh at ourselves once or twice, over bumping elbows or knees.
You know that magical moment, that happens so very rarely, when you and your lover fit into each other like Rolex watch-work gears? Imagine that physical feeling, and add to it locking eyes at just the right moment. We were in the throes of young love (or at least so we believed), and when our eyes met it was as if we were both thinking the same syrupy sappy thoughts of true love. That split-second moment was burned into my memory forever.
This was 20 years ago, and I have no idea where she is, let alone whether she remembers the moment the way I do. But that one moment, when it felt almost as if my sliding into her flipped a tiny switch that completed a circuit, and that little spark flash-froze the instant like a photograph. Chemistry? I don’t know if I’ve ever again felt as emotionally close to someone as I did at that moment.
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The laws of the universe always apply. Chemistry is no more than two things forming a molecular bond, and yet it’s like magic, the thing that holds us all together. Literally. Funny, how I never really understood it in a classroom–I had to experience it in my body. All chemistry is polarity. The degree to which one molecular bond is attracted to another. And this all depends on opposites. The experience of opposites attracting can never be demonstrated more deliciously (at least, for we humans!) than the coming together of the masculine and feminine. My husband and I met online, discovered we lived only a few miles from each other, and soon after, I was doing something dangerous and driving, alone, to his apartment. (Yes, I know… he could have been an axe murderer! What can I say? Who can defy the laws of physics? Not me!) When he opened the door, the chemistry was instant and irresistable. We were on each other like cheese on macaroni. There was just no denying that kind of attraction. I think we broke some world’s record for time from front door meeting to fucking. Seriously. It was scary-fast. And we’ve been stuck together like glue–or a highly polar bond, depending on your choice of metaphor–ever since!
my lover and I have always had an underlying chemistry, even before we became lovers. We always seemed to get along, we can almost read eachother’s thoughts. It’s not even sexual, but more spiritual. I can hold him and feel his moods, his thoughts. I love him so much and have had people who have never meet us say how connected we are, despite the bad things that happen.
Five months ago I’m at this sex party, and meet this fabulously attractive woman with the kinky librarian glasses, the thin black dress, and fabu leather boots. She chats me up, we discover some mutual friends and talk about them for a while, but soon get past introductions to find our way to a bed, complete with convenient wall mirror. Have the safer-sex discussions, etc., it’s all easy, relaxed, and we’re starting to pull off what’s left of our clothes, when she asks….
“Do you mind if I leave on the boots?” The leather boots. The black leather boots. The sexy, black leather boots.
Simultaneously, I get harder, and laugh out loud.
Laughing because there’s something just a little too perfectly pr0n about the picture with her, the mirror, and the boots. She gets my reaction immediately, and explains, laughing with me, about the athlete’s foot treatment being why she wants to leave the boots on, and …. it’s all just “easy”, y’know? Soon we’re fucking, and it’s hot and easy and amazing, with occasional punctuations of “No laughing in bed, no bed for YOU!”, laughing the entire time.
While we’re fucking, she spurs me harder with the boots. “Nice boots.” *laughter*
Later that night (after I delivered a promised caning elsewhere at the party), we ran into each other again, and were soon running back to an open bed.
We’re now seriously involved, crazy about each other, and still have some of the strongest chemistry I’ve ever experienced. Still laugh a lot in bed, too. ;)
My current partner and I have amazing chemistry, which we’re still exploring, but the experience that came to mind for this was with my ex. We’d had an on-again-off-again thing for years, never quite synching up in other areas, but the sexual chemistry was so good we found it very difficult to stay away from each other.
One night we found ourselves crashed out at a friend’s house after a wild party. He was in the guest room and I was on the couch. In the early morning I slipped into the bed with him. At this point we were broken up and he was with another woman, but that wasn’t really working and he was going to end it with her.
We lay next to each other, chatting about mundane things, knowing we shouldn’t fool around until he was actually single again. The tension was excruciating! I kept saying I’d better go because I was going to do something I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t tear myself away.
After about 2 hours of torture, we finally managed to come up with some flimsy justification and attacked each other with explosive lust. It was like a supernova! We hadn’t been together for several months – but all of the feelings and familiarity came rushing back and it was amazing.
I don’t usually do that kind of thing – I knew it was wrong, but that attraction was so tempting it overwhelmed my better judgment and moral conviction. Now THAT’S chemistry!
We met for the first time in a dump of a bar and grill.
I entered. Short white skirt, small black panties. We kissed. Sat. Ordered drinks.
Couldn’t stop touching. Breathing in his scent, nibbling on his ear. Wanting to take in, with every sense, the essence of him. Reveling in our surprisingly intense real life chemistry.
By the time we left a quick drink later had to hold my skirt just so to conceal the sizeable wet spot that had formed there.
We walked arm in arm through the stifling heat, over the red brick streets of downtown, to the hotel where he was staying. More kissing in the elevator. Up to the fourth floor.
Clothing quickly becomes a rumpled pile on the floor. Nervously deciding if panties should stay on, come off…what about the strappy black kitten heels? Back turned.
Whap!
Jump as the seasoned wooden spatula strikes the rounded ivory of my ass, leaving an angry red mark. Laugh when I see the look on his face, obviously pleased at his sneaky swat.
He hooks a thumb in the lace band of the black thong at the hip on either side. Pushes down.
Guess they come off.
Less than an hour after first introduction we are naked, making our way to the king size bed.
With all the gushing, lubing, and all around mess making that ensued, the housekeepers, if they spend anytime in the sex-blogging world, may have suspected they were cleaning up after our hostess.
Almost eight years ago, I was getting out of an abusive relationship. I turned to the internet for friendship and no more.
And then I met HIM. I refused to meet for months, instead IMing and learning more about him but never meeting.
Then, one day, we were both bored out of our minds; our respective friends were busy and we wanted coffee. So we decided to meet at Denny’s.
I drove up, parked, and walked around the building. There was a man in a booth wearing a baseball hat and a blue shirt. I found myself chanting under my breath, “Please let that be him. It can’t be him, but please let that be him…” It was him.
After several hours of talking and flirting, I found myself infatuated. He apparently felt the same, because once home, I immediately got an IM asking me out the following night. I went.
Since then, we’ve gotten married, had two beautiful children, and dipped our toes into the world of polyamory. I still feel my heart skip when I see him; the chemistry that we have can still find us ripping our clothes off on the living room floor, or racing to the bathroom to shower together, or leaving vague notes for the other to find and act on later. I don’t think there has ever been anyone else that could make every molecule in my body want to defect just to be closer to him. That is true chemistry to me.
For me, having married the woman I love, chemistry isn’t some discrete event or feeling I experience in atomic quantities. I can’t look to a particular moment and say “we had chemistry then” because it’s a constant feeling. Occasionally one or the other of us will drive a sexual experience forward, but for the most part there is a slow and easy rhythm that pulls us along together. I can say without reservation that each and every time I come inside her as she clings to me with ecstatic cries, I feel a chemistry. It feels like being the happiest, most fortunate man on earth. It feels right.
The day I set eyes upon my lover-to-be I was in a longterm relationship, not looking for anyone new. But I knew without a doubt that he was going to be hugely significant in my life, that there was this huge, tangible chemistry between us. It’s hard to describe, but there was a physical connection before we’d even touched each other.
And when we did finally touch each other… it was, and is, still so deliciously intense that he makes me forget who I am.
We met on the bus to college.
It was so innocent, I dropped my bus pass, he picked it up. I didn’t see him for a while but then there he was. Never making eye contact. We would get off the bus at the same time, but he would almost run to class while I would take on a slower pace. One day I decided to talk to him since I thought it was silly that we shared this path but never communicated. I caught up to him at the red light and we began to chatting. Fast forward six months later; we had now graduated to sitting next to each other on the bus and he asked me were i had gotten my bracelett, while lightly running his finger up my wrist. I began to breath heavily, looked over at him and we both knew that was the end of our innocent flirting. It was the hotest moment I have ever experienced.
well,
a student had been chasing me, hoping i would catch her.
we progressed to the stage where she was telling me what was wrong with her husband, that “kissing was overrated,” and that she did nto allow anyone to touch her nipples. i asked her to quite telling me about him, and assured her that she had not yet been kissed properly.
we went to lunch one day and sat in my car for a long time before going in. i sucked her toes before going in. we ate something and then went back to the car. i was compelled to finger her as i drove us back to school. she came at a red light, with another car right beside us. i licked her juices from my hand, made a left turn, and drove onto campus.
i think she was as impressed with the licking as she was with the hand job.
she is on her way over tonight, two years later. now THAT (two years) is some chemistry!
Well, to me chemistry and eroticism are closely entertwined. So the most chemistry I have experienced with my lover was the first time he fucked my ass, or rather seduced it. I was laying with no underwear on my side and he came up behind me and began playfully kissing the nape of my neck, nibbleing on my earlobe, and breathing gently by my ear. He applied some lube on his semi-errect cock and proceeded to gently rub the tip of it in circular motions on my asshole. Then he would jack off so that I could feel it. He applied some pressure, and then slid the length of his cock between my cheeks. More lube; pushing as if he was to enter but holding back with his hand while breathing on my neck. My breathing was quick and heavy. More circular movement, and then finally he pushed inside of me, just the head; letting out a sigh. More lube, I could hear it sliding in and out of my ass as I came. The air was heavy, and I felt as if he was the closest he had ever been. He was in full control, and I was allowed to let go to the fullest because I trusted him to take my ass. He owned it…
This whole scenario lasted for about two-three hours and was extremely intimate, loving, and erotic. That is Chemistry.
I was married at the time, living in california, involved in the uncoupling process just like you describe here on your blog, when I became addicted to an online video game. It was just an escape, but when this cute little ogre started chatting me up, I felt like a million bucks. :)
We chatted for 6 months online, him even encouraging me to seek marriage counseling to be certain leaving is what I wanted. This made him even more amazing to me because of how much chemistry the two of us had, and how much it must have took to tell me to try to stay with my husband.
When the uncoupling was complete, we decided to meet in Las Vegas, and oh. my. god. I told think we slept a total of 20 hours in 5 days. We had so much sex I couldn’t walk. Just everything he did drove me crazy. All that waiting time, all that time in a sexless marriage, I didn’t think I could experience it like this.
I moved across the country to Virginia to be with him. It’s two years later and I can’t imagine my life without this amazing sexual, spiritual, and emotional chemistry we have. I love my life now!
While being deployed for 6months, I became best friends with a black girl & a white guy(I’m a little of both). We made the moths fly by…laughing,joking, keeping each other alive….and ever present in the background was this sexual tension. Made interesting by him being bi, girl being gay, and me, once again, a little of both.
As luck would have it, we all ended up on the same plane headed back to the states, we sat together and all felt the chemisty ramp up a notch the closer and cler we got to home. We were all headed in different directions once we got state-side, but all of our planes left the next morning(we arrived early evening in baltimore).
We changed, and headed out to drink the town dry, and ended up at a gay club….we had a blast waching all of us being hit on by …well, everyone…the tension getting higher and higher…in the taxi ride back to the hotel, it all came to a head….he was sitting in the middle. She reached over his lap, grabbed me and kissed me, I molested him…you could feel the sex in the air…i ended up riding him in the back of the cab, completly nekkid from the waist down, being fondled and kissed by her…..the cabbie was speechless…..we made it back to the hotel, but got no sleep. Made it to our planes the next morning..and back to the real world.
They’re still my best friends.
Chemistry once was those intense nights together when we first met, where we stayed up all night because we couldn’t stop touching one another. We moved from position to position, came loudly, paused to talk and stroke one another, got too excited to talk and began moving together again… spending time like that in bed until 7 or 8 a.m. only to catch 2 or 3 hours of sleep and then race off for brunch looking glowing and giggly. Sometimes I miss those nights!
Now we’re married (several years) and the chemistry is still there, but it’s different. This morning I woke up, already aroused from some dream, and snuggling nakedly against him. He curled around my back, and I tucked one of his thighs between my legs so he could feel how wet I was, and so I could move against him. Barely waking up to rub and stroke one another, to be entered from behind in a spoon position, and to smile later and say “good morning.” It’s a quieter chemistry, but one I cherish just as much!
Chemistry huh? Well I can safely say that the man I am involved with and I have chemistry that takes my breath away. Leave us to say that until I met him – orgasms were things I read about. This man can burn holes in my soul…and makes my body do things that I myself can’t make it do. He never ceases to enthrall me with his knowledge of my body and how it reacts – each time we are together he surprises me again. He’s a keeper!
I went to Burning Man this year for the first time in a camp of about 20 people. On the night of the burn a group of us took some MDMA and had a bit of a wander. Despite my adoration for most of the people in my group, I found myself feeling strangely lonely.
One girl whom I had always found beautiful but distant asked me how I felt. “Extremely cuddly” was my answer. The next thing I knew, we were cuddling.
Okay, no big surprise.
Eventually, this turned into some really great making out. She was very aggressive, and when I got aggressive back, I could tell it turned her on more. We ended up making out almost as though we were fighting… or dancing. She and her boyfriend and I and my girlfriend all ended up going back to their tent for some fun.
Before you discount this as a mere drug story… she and I have encountered each other at a few (drug-free) parties back here in civilization, and we still find we have this hot, playful chemistry.
We spent the next two hours sitting on the deck talking about the stars, about his business, about our children, about building his cabin, about my accounting firm, about teaching high school kids, about cats and dogs and living in the country. He put his arm across the back of my chair and I leaned into him. At some point, during a discussion of the constellations beaming above us, I turned my head to him watching his mouth move as he talked and he kissed me.
I’ve kissed a lot of men over the past five years since my divorce. I’ve kissed men with hard lips, dry lips, wet lips, slimy lips, limp lips and even men with almost no lips at all. Sound Guy had the nicest lips I’d ever kissed. Full, firm lips, just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of moisture, just the right amount of open ripeness to make me want to lean in even closer and sip a little more. So I did.
I kissed him again. And again. And again. He massaged my arms, massaged my back, stood up in front of me and kneaded my shoulders.
“Wow. You are really tight. I’ve never felt shoulders this tight before.”
“I do tend to store my stress in my shoulders, but it’s not just that. I lift weights. I shoulder heavy burdens. I have to have strong shoulders.”
He laughed, sat down next to me, kissed me again. “Aren’t you hungry?”
I looked into his eyes, not speaking. A thousand thoughts ran through my head. Twelve weeks I’ve been on this blasted diet. Six and a half months of celibacy. Five years since I had allowed my heart to open and love someone. I thought of my king sized bed, of the covers that remained smooth every morning, of the sheets that were so worn on only one side. I thought of the empty medicine chest on the right side of my bathroom and of the still, silent clothing rods in my closet that once contained my ex husband’s crisp white shirts and dark suits. I thought of the vacations and car trips and holidays and birthdays and mornings spent sipping coffee, alone on the bench by my fishpond. I was hungry all right. Starving, in fact. But I couldn’t tell him that.
I didn’t speak. I slid a little closer to him, ran my hand up his sinewy arm, over his biceps, across his broad shoulders. I smiled into his questioning eyes and pressed my breasts into his chest, draping my arms around his neck and sighing into his ear. “Let’s go inside.”
I didn’t sleep at all that night. I lay with him on the bed, his arms twined around me, one hand cupping my left breast, his left leg draped across my thighs. I felt his skin against my skin, listened to the steady rhythm of his breathing, his breath warm against my neck. I was cradled into him, this stranger, this man I had met just eight hours before. It had been years since I had felt anything like this, years of waiting for this feeling of exquisite understanding and connection.
250 words? Please? :)
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Thanks everyone!
Wow! Such fantastic responses, I loved them all…I could not quite decide between two, so I have declared a tie between Jamie and Joe. Send your mailing address to colten at puckerup.com and I will send you an autographed copy of the DVD. If you can send it before Friday that would be great, as I am on my way out of town!