Eating at Corrine’s

Eating at Corrine’s


There's something thrilling about opening the Lust app and knowing that in my half kilometer radius there are at least 50 men and women who are searching for the same thing I am. It's been even better odds since I moved to Shanghai. In a city of almost 30 million people, there's always someone who craves physical contact and anonymity like me and today my need was overwhelming. 

It always starts unexpectedly but feels the same. It's like a slow flame of desire creeping up my thighs like a lovers hand, playing at the edge of my panties, hovering over my clit without touching it but swelling it nonetheless. The deepest, most carnal sensation and there was only one way to satiate it. 

I still had an hour before my lunch break but concentrating on work wasn't an option. My mind became clouded with thoughts hands lifting my tight pencil skirt above my hips and possibly more than one set of hands finding their way around and learning the secrets stored there.  With a slight tremble in my voice, I called my boss to let her know I had to step out for a bit and would be back after lunch. Being the employee of the month had its perks and I was definitely cashing in during moments like these.  

I decided to go to the observation deck and look out over the city. I figured my fear of heights should be enough to push down the overwhelming feeling of raw heat radiating from me.  The ride up to the 121st floor was fast, it helped that we had the world’s fastest elevators but the higher I rode, the more my lust threatened to take over me.  

As I stepped out of the elevator and made my way to the windows and overlook, I was again in awe of how many people were always around in a city of this size.  I opened the app, watching my status go online.  

Tara, 30, Single, Bi, Looking for Adventure

I was testing my own patience waiting for a ping. I busied myself by looking out over the city. The view and the vastness of Shanghai has a way of making you feel small even if you are bigger than the average Chinese person. 

My phone vibrated in my hand, making other parts of me vibrate too.  Before I could check my messages, someone stood beside me, so close I could feel their heat radiating and smell a sweet candy like scent.  

"Breathtaking" a melodic voice breathed in almost a whisper.  

I tilted my head slightly to catch a glimpse of my new companion. I couldn't completely turn towards her because of how close she was next to me. Close enough to feel her breast brushing against my shoulder. I realized she wasn't looking at the view at all and I felt a blush creep from my face all the way down to my toes.  

"The quietness of my suite was driving me mad" she mused almost to herself "but I have a feeling you can help me with that." 

She finished, her eyes meeting mine.  I glanced at my phone, 11:10, plenty of time before I had to get back to the 27th floor.  I followed her to the elevators, noticing her straight onyx hair, her curves and when she turned, her pert breasts.  

“Corrine” she said as her deep brown eyes traveled over my body as if studying it like a map.  I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. We stopped on the 108th floor and stepped out onto the thickly carpeted J Hotel.  As she led me to her room, my body buzzed with anticipation which made my clothes feel very confining. 

I didn't hesitate stepping through the threshold of what could only be described as pure opulence in the form of a suite. I lost focus on the room as her hands found their way under my skirt, past my damp panties and against my throbbing clit within seconds. I let out a loud moan shuttered almost immediately orgasming. I had never come so quickly and violently but instead of my desire dampening after, my body burned hotter and craved more of this woman.  I turned to her, grasping her firm body against mine and sinking my tongue deep into her mouth, imagining how much deeper I wanted my tongue in other parts of her.  

Our clothes had found their way to the floor as our kissing had transported us against the large floor to ceiling windows.  I lowered myself in front of her and devoured her body as though I was starved. I drank her long and deep like she was made of pure ambrosia. Behind her the city was bustling loud and busy but all I could hear was the sound of her, a low cadence that slowly grew into an almost guttural sound as she got closer to losing control and I got closer to drowning inside her. 

We spent the remainder of my lunch hour consuming each other and room service.  As I returned to my humble office on the 27th floor, the sexual haze began to subside and the dream of Corrine faded away. Was she real? If it wasn't for the weakness in my legs and my panty-less body, I wouldn't have believed it myself.  

"I'll be here for 2 weeks." She had said and I knew I'd be eating at Corrine's again. 

The Wonderful World of Clit

In a far away kingdom, that no one understood, live Queen Clitoris up under a hood 

How much do you know about the clitoris? 

If I'm being honest, I didn't know much about the clit until the last couple of years. 

Of course I stumbled upon clitoral masturbation as a young teenager but didn't have my first orgasm with a partner for another 10 years.  It took me until I was 27 to use a vibrator correctly. So even sex bloggers have a lot to learn and experience. 

The clitoris has more nerve endings than anywhere else on the body, approximately 8,000, which is double the amount that the penis has

It's the only part of the human body whose sole purpose is pleasure. Beneath the visible pink button, called the glans, lies a wishbone-shaped structure comprising a shaft, which extends about an inch up toward the pubic bone, and two 3*inch arms called crura that reach down and back toward the pelvic bone in an inverted V shape. Though the shaft and crura send pleasure signals to the brain during sex, the glans is more sensitive. That's why it has a hood — without it, a pair of tight jeans would send your nervous system into overdrive.

Two bulbs of erectile tissue run alongside the crura. Many experts believe that this tissue is part of the clitoris too. Studies found that the clitoris is also connected to erectile tissue surrounding the urethra and extending up to the front wall of the vagina — where the enigmatic G-spot has been known to pop up.

The Clitoris is the Queen of orgasms but heading straight to the clitoris gives you a less pleasurable orgasm than if your partner touches, gentle strokes, or massages other parts of your genitals before traveling to the epicenter. The more vocal you are about the speed, intensity, and pressure you prefer, the better the end result will be. 

Unlike a man’s penis, your clitoris can maintain most of its blood supply after an orgasm. Although you may experience a little sensitivity immediately post-O, you can have plenty of multiple orgasmspretty quickly because you’re physically still right at the point of no return.

Like any other part of your body, the clitoris should be stimulated in a way that creates blood flow in and out to keep it healthy. Although chances are very low, lack of blood flow to the clitoris could potentially cause clitoral atrophy. Keep your blood pumping with plenty of sex, masturbation, arousal, and orgasms. Better safe than sorry!