Elbow Length Gloves. Nudity. Simple.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Thursday, July 02, 2009
A Trashy Reminder
You know that condom wrapper (one of about four we used) that you couldn't find that night after we fucked again after we just happened to run into each other at Monday Karaoke night?
I found it the next morning on the floor on the far side of my bed, having been hastily ripped and discarded.
I've left it there and its been three weeks since Karaoke night.
I let it languish there and let it serve as an instant reminder of the heavy breathing, the pounding in my head, the biting kisses, of clinging to one another in the shower, your mouth on my kitten with the warm water sliding down my body and making droplets form on your eyelashes, and the way you kept your eyes on mine as you slid into me.
I feel like if I pick it up and throw it away (like any good girl would), it would kill the memory, cleanse me of it and painfully free me of the physical tie I still have to that night, to those sensations and to you.
I saw you again last night, at Karaoke night and somehow it wasn't the same. It hadn't been months since the last time I saw you like before, I didn't crave your body like before and the heat just wasn't the same when you kissed me and held me from behind while we listened to the band and rubbed the palms of your hands and your long, long arms down my hips and the tops of my thighs.
I still wanted you but this time it wasn't a fever and I knew that you knew it too.
When I stumbled home at 3 am I fell into bed, staring at the ceiling, an inebriated yet somehow jaded smile on my face. I turned to the space on the floor where the condom wrapper fell to and has stayed for weeks and reached out to it. My hand stopped short and I pulled it back, staring at the little, shiny, gold wrapper, feeling your breath on my skin, your rough manly hands on my breasts, my stomach.
I left it there.
I didn't want to let go, not yet at least.
I found it the next morning on the floor on the far side of my bed, having been hastily ripped and discarded.
I've left it there and its been three weeks since Karaoke night.
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The far side of the bed and its secrets.
I let it languish there and let it serve as an instant reminder of the heavy breathing, the pounding in my head, the biting kisses, of clinging to one another in the shower, your mouth on my kitten with the warm water sliding down my body and making droplets form on your eyelashes, and the way you kept your eyes on mine as you slid into me.
I feel like if I pick it up and throw it away (like any good girl would), it would kill the memory, cleanse me of it and painfully free me of the physical tie I still have to that night, to those sensations and to you.
I saw you again last night, at Karaoke night and somehow it wasn't the same. It hadn't been months since the last time I saw you like before, I didn't crave your body like before and the heat just wasn't the same when you kissed me and held me from behind while we listened to the band and rubbed the palms of your hands and your long, long arms down my hips and the tops of my thighs.
I still wanted you but this time it wasn't a fever and I knew that you knew it too.
When I stumbled home at 3 am I fell into bed, staring at the ceiling, an inebriated yet somehow jaded smile on my face. I turned to the space on the floor where the condom wrapper fell to and has stayed for weeks and reached out to it. My hand stopped short and I pulled it back, staring at the little, shiny, gold wrapper, feeling your breath on my skin, your rough manly hands on my breasts, my stomach.
I left it there.
I didn't want to let go, not yet at least.
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Monday, June 22, 2009
Sugasm #168
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #169? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Covet
“My mouth waters at the sheer beauty.”
Lilly’s Turn - Part 3: Wherein Lust, Greed and Risk Intersect
“She was biting her lip to prevent herself from making a sound.”
Oh Dirty Girl
“It was at that moment that I knew I needed him to take me and take me dirty.” (I got a feature! Yay!)
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Porn’s 2009 AIDs Outbreak
Sugasm Editor
Review: Why Just Her
Editor’s Choice
My very first HNT!
More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
Erotic Writing & Experiences
He Can Use Me All Night – Part Two, Yet Another Hotel
Hump Day Poetry
I Can’t Get No Contraception - Part 2
Just fucking.
Keeping It Simple
Tedious Training
Wet dream at the airport-part2
News, Reviews & Interviews
20 Questions with Satine Phoenix
Favorite Jeans -HNT
Girly HNT.
Glow Plugs and the Kegel8 Effect
I’m unemployed and I live with my parents
Protection and Promiscuity
Sex Advice
Congrats! You are the new proud owner of some Sexy Lingerie!
Pompoir: The Art of Milking the Lingam
The truth about female ejaculation
BDSM & Fetish
Breed Sex Part 1: They Want to Cum in You.
Daddy Spanked Me
Darklady’s 9th Annual Masturbate-a-Thon - The Solo Sex Circus
High School Bully Part 3
Humiliation
Imprint
A Kiss Goodbye
Meeting a Domme
Le 6 janvier…L’histoire!…My version
NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bent in the chair for harsh punishment
Cikita
Lindsay Lohan Topless Twitter Picture
Liv - Pure Perfection
Nude at daylight
Teen girl bending over for some harsh cane stripes
Touched
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Eagerness & Blow Jobs – Lessons Learned From Gay and Bi Men
Faking Orgasms | How it feels for a girl
On Love, Loss and Taking Risks
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Body of Love, Body of Flesh
I am here alone, yet the thought of your hands on my flesh burns glowing pathways like spider silk all over my body from my breasts, over my ribcage, down my stomach, over my hip bones and finally slinking its ways down my legs, all gingerly like its doing nothing wrong.
I can see your eyes like firelight when I close mine and the image is etched into my eyelids, even when the darkness doesn't pour in from all sides...you cover my vision and burn it out to the rest of the world.
Your scent is enrapturing and I tumble over and under, backwards and fore like a mermaid in the sheets, my hands stretching out as if trying to capture the rich waves of it, yet you've never been in this bed with me before...only in my dreams.
I breathe and each breath seems to conform to the features of your face and light up as if when it touches you, it reacts chemically and shows you like an X ray before me. You are seen though you have no form.
It is more than love I feel and it becomes awe. An awe I have never let myself feel over a man or even a woman for want of keeping my self respect and my ego intact. I never would have let someone so deep into my mind, but when I think of you, my Id retreats and I am beside you, enraptured.
It is pain when I feel you slip softly away, even though I know you are but a few feet from me and will soon return to the warm halo of my arms here in the dunes and valleys of the blankets. I long to keep you within my circle of sensation and hold you there with me always, your skin touching mine and letting me know a pulse beats beneath my flesh.
I feel more truly human when you are near to my body, when I can sense you needing my skin. I would wrap myself all in and around you if it were not for physics.
Damn you, science.
I feel at times that love is pathetic when I feel our skin as one for what can love do but form longing and ownership while the flesh and the feeling and the sensation and the movement and the pulse and the stretch and the beat and the wetness and the hug and the reality of physical attachment is so much more real to me.
I love with my body and then take it away...its simpler than to have to find my heart under all of it.
I give of my body for my heart feels not, entrance my body and you'll feel my version of love.
I can see your eyes like firelight when I close mine and the image is etched into my eyelids, even when the darkness doesn't pour in from all sides...you cover my vision and burn it out to the rest of the world.
Your scent is enrapturing and I tumble over and under, backwards and fore like a mermaid in the sheets, my hands stretching out as if trying to capture the rich waves of it, yet you've never been in this bed with me before...only in my dreams.
I breathe and each breath seems to conform to the features of your face and light up as if when it touches you, it reacts chemically and shows you like an X ray before me. You are seen though you have no form.
It is more than love I feel and it becomes awe. An awe I have never let myself feel over a man or even a woman for want of keeping my self respect and my ego intact. I never would have let someone so deep into my mind, but when I think of you, my Id retreats and I am beside you, enraptured.
It is pain when I feel you slip softly away, even though I know you are but a few feet from me and will soon return to the warm halo of my arms here in the dunes and valleys of the blankets. I long to keep you within my circle of sensation and hold you there with me always, your skin touching mine and letting me know a pulse beats beneath my flesh.
I feel more truly human when you are near to my body, when I can sense you needing my skin. I would wrap myself all in and around you if it were not for physics.
Damn you, science.
I feel at times that love is pathetic when I feel our skin as one for what can love do but form longing and ownership while the flesh and the feeling and the sensation and the movement and the pulse and the stretch and the beat and the wetness and the hug and the reality of physical attachment is so much more real to me.
I love with my body and then take it away...its simpler than to have to find my heart under all of it.
I give of my body for my heart feels not, entrance my body and you'll feel my version of love.
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Thursday, June 11, 2009
HNT #4
Thought I'd get a little creative with my photo and make it a little more colorful...
Happy HNT!
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Thursday, June 04, 2009
Oh Dirty Girl
It may have been the six shots, it may have been the fact that Horns had been really hard on me that week or it may have been the fact that Dillon made me so horny that I went into the bar's bathroom to touch myself between rounds, but that night I ended up with my pants off, lying on the side of a deep ditch behind the bar getting licked out and fucked by my sexy co-worker.
It was a good night.
It was the first time I'd ever cheated on someone...and I wouldn't take it back for the world.
That night at work had been a real hard one, the bar was slammed and it was all I could do to keep from falling over. By the time I got finished cleaning, restocking and locking down the bar that by midnight, I was ready for a drink...or five.
All night Dillon had been asking me all these questions about my open relationship and what the rules were and why I was in it and if I had ever cheated on my boyfriend. I answered all his questions and I could tell as I was speaking that he had already made up his mind to try and land me naked somewhere and take advantage of me.
It burned a wet spot into my panties and I prayed that I would have the will to refuse once we got alone.
Hindsight is 20/20.
I scoot into the first bar and meet my friends, talk shit and down two drinks and a shot, we move on to the next bar, but only a few of us. Dillon, Barrett, and Cindy all come along with me to our favorite shabby little bar and sit down for another couple of shots and drinks.
I'm one of those girls who if you dare her, she has to do it because she cant handle being called a chicken sh*t.
Dillon is looking through my photos on my phone and says "You should go into the bathroom, rub one out and take a picture and come back here and show me."
"Dare me." I said
"I dare you." he says as smooth as caramel.
I grab the phone from him and click my little heels to the bathroom where I drop my pants and my panties, sit on the back of the toilet, rub my soaking little slit until Im just about to cum and snap a quick photo as I'd been dared.
When I pop my little booty back onto my bar stool I hand him the cell phone, a cat's grin on my face.
His only response is a moan and a smile that could turn an angel into a devil; it was at that moment that I knew I needed him to take me and take me dirty.
After the bar had last call, we all softly staggered out to the parking lot where we all milled until I got into my car...and Dillon got in with me. He plopped himself into the passenger seat and says,
"So, where are we going?"
I smile and respond, "Wherever you want to go."
So he tells me to park around the back of the bar, next to the big tree-filled ditch and I do, knowing whats going to happen next.
In a moment, his lips are on mine, greedy and needy and hurting me and I love it. We kiss until I can feel the slippery wetness trickling out of me and soaking my panties. His hands are feverish on my breasts, pulling on the bra's edge and digging into my soft flesh.
My heart skips when I hear his zipper open and instantly I have his cock in my mouth, invading and hot. I suck and swallow around the thick shaft until I choke and his moans are amazing. I can feel where my throat will be sore in the morning but I don't care and instead, just take him deeper.
In my opinion, a blow job isn't worth anything until you choke.
It isnt long before he's coming around the back of the car, pulling me from my seat and guiding me down toward the trees.
I slip a little on the side of the little hill am caught by surprise when he pulls me under him, his hands quick and needy on my fly, his hands hot as they touch my skin and his hands strong when they pull my pants along with my panties all the way off and throws them into the trees. One high heel falls down into the bottom of the woodsy ditch while one remains on.
His mouth is on my wet little cunt and he licks and sucks with such fervor that I can hardly contain my moaning and whimpering. Halfway through his fun he stops, looks up at me and says,
"Petite, your pussy tastes so good."
I moan out and give him a dirty little satisfied smile and whimper even more as his mouth once again attacks my little, dripping kitten.
I slip a little as he slides on a condom and put my foot against a nearby tree to keep from falling all the way down. Leaves and rocks scratch my tender flesh all over my body as he lowers his weight over me and slides his cock all the way into my slick, needy pussy.
I moan so loud I cover my own mouth as he's fucking me, in the dirt, on the side of a ditch behind a bar at 3 am. I kept thinking to myself "Oh fuck, this is the hottest night ever."
He talks to me as he fucks me too,
"Oh lord, yeah that pussy is amazing. You're so wet. You're so wet."
He pulls out quickly and helps me onto my hands and knees, facing upwards on the hill. He fucks my pussy harder now, his hips smacking against my ass and making that tell-tale sound. I begin to laugh as I see people in the parking lot, just twenty feet away; they have no idea whats going on in, the trees and bushes keep us hidden from prying eyes and Dillon just keeps on fucking me.
As I feel I can take it no longer, he rubs my asshole with his finger and without my even realizing it, he pulls his dripping wet cock out of my pussy and pops it into my ass. I cry out in surprise/pleasure/pain and push up against his cock to take him deeper.
I came there in the dirt, in the ditch behind the bar at 3 am with Dillon's cock in my ass and I cried out as I felt his come shooting out of him, his cries mingling with mine. I remained there on my hands and knees for a few moments as I collected my tipsy mind.
I smiled and laugh and looked over to Dillon as he too smiled back and pulled off the sticky condom,
"Hey Dillon, can you please go find my panties?"
He laughed and nodded and disappeared into the trees.
(Later the next day when I came home to Horns in the AM after sleeping off my drunken stupor at a best friend's house, he noticed bruises and fingernail scrapes all over my body. I tried to pass them off as having fallen while drunk, but I don't think he believed me. Oh well, he's gone now, so what does it matter now? Such are the battle scars of a lovely, slutty lifestyle) :)
It was a good night.
It was the first time I'd ever cheated on someone...and I wouldn't take it back for the world.
That night at work had been a real hard one, the bar was slammed and it was all I could do to keep from falling over. By the time I got finished cleaning, restocking and locking down the bar that by midnight, I was ready for a drink...or five.
All night Dillon had been asking me all these questions about my open relationship and what the rules were and why I was in it and if I had ever cheated on my boyfriend. I answered all his questions and I could tell as I was speaking that he had already made up his mind to try and land me naked somewhere and take advantage of me.
It burned a wet spot into my panties and I prayed that I would have the will to refuse once we got alone.
Hindsight is 20/20.
Its dark, there's vegetation all around and I'm wet...
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I scoot into the first bar and meet my friends, talk shit and down two drinks and a shot, we move on to the next bar, but only a few of us. Dillon, Barrett, and Cindy all come along with me to our favorite shabby little bar and sit down for another couple of shots and drinks.
I'm one of those girls who if you dare her, she has to do it because she cant handle being called a chicken sh*t.
Dillon is looking through my photos on my phone and says "You should go into the bathroom, rub one out and take a picture and come back here and show me."
"Dare me." I said
"I dare you." he says as smooth as caramel.
I grab the phone from him and click my little heels to the bathroom where I drop my pants and my panties, sit on the back of the toilet, rub my soaking little slit until Im just about to cum and snap a quick photo as I'd been dared.
When I pop my little booty back onto my bar stool I hand him the cell phone, a cat's grin on my face.
His only response is a moan and a smile that could turn an angel into a devil; it was at that moment that I knew I needed him to take me and take me dirty.
After the bar had last call, we all softly staggered out to the parking lot where we all milled until I got into my car...and Dillon got in with me. He plopped himself into the passenger seat and says,
"So, where are we going?"
I smile and respond, "Wherever you want to go."
So he tells me to park around the back of the bar, next to the big tree-filled ditch and I do, knowing whats going to happen next.
In a moment, his lips are on mine, greedy and needy and hurting me and I love it. We kiss until I can feel the slippery wetness trickling out of me and soaking my panties. His hands are feverish on my breasts, pulling on the bra's edge and digging into my soft flesh.
My heart skips when I hear his zipper open and instantly I have his cock in my mouth, invading and hot. I suck and swallow around the thick shaft until I choke and his moans are amazing. I can feel where my throat will be sore in the morning but I don't care and instead, just take him deeper.
In my opinion, a blow job isn't worth anything until you choke.
It isnt long before he's coming around the back of the car, pulling me from my seat and guiding me down toward the trees.
I slip a little on the side of the little hill am caught by surprise when he pulls me under him, his hands quick and needy on my fly, his hands hot as they touch my skin and his hands strong when they pull my pants along with my panties all the way off and throws them into the trees. One high heel falls down into the bottom of the woodsy ditch while one remains on.
His mouth is on my wet little cunt and he licks and sucks with such fervor that I can hardly contain my moaning and whimpering. Halfway through his fun he stops, looks up at me and says,
"Petite, your pussy tastes so good."
I moan out and give him a dirty little satisfied smile and whimper even more as his mouth once again attacks my little, dripping kitten.
I slip a little as he slides on a condom and put my foot against a nearby tree to keep from falling all the way down. Leaves and rocks scratch my tender flesh all over my body as he lowers his weight over me and slides his cock all the way into my slick, needy pussy.
I moan so loud I cover my own mouth as he's fucking me, in the dirt, on the side of a ditch behind a bar at 3 am. I kept thinking to myself "Oh fuck, this is the hottest night ever."
He talks to me as he fucks me too,
"Oh lord, yeah that pussy is amazing. You're so wet. You're so wet."
He pulls out quickly and helps me onto my hands and knees, facing upwards on the hill. He fucks my pussy harder now, his hips smacking against my ass and making that tell-tale sound. I begin to laugh as I see people in the parking lot, just twenty feet away; they have no idea whats going on in, the trees and bushes keep us hidden from prying eyes and Dillon just keeps on fucking me.
As I feel I can take it no longer, he rubs my asshole with his finger and without my even realizing it, he pulls his dripping wet cock out of my pussy and pops it into my ass. I cry out in surprise/pleasure/pain and push up against his cock to take him deeper.
I came there in the dirt, in the ditch behind the bar at 3 am with Dillon's cock in my ass and I cried out as I felt his come shooting out of him, his cries mingling with mine. I remained there on my hands and knees for a few moments as I collected my tipsy mind.
I smiled and laugh and looked over to Dillon as he too smiled back and pulled off the sticky condom,
"Hey Dillon, can you please go find my panties?"
He laughed and nodded and disappeared into the trees.
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(Later the next day when I came home to Horns in the AM after sleeping off my drunken stupor at a best friend's house, he noticed bruises and fingernail scrapes all over my body. I tried to pass them off as having fallen while drunk, but I don't think he believed me. Oh well, he's gone now, so what does it matter now? Such are the battle scars of a lovely, slutty lifestyle) :)
Monday, June 01, 2009
The Monday Buzz: Kama Sutra Loving Oil
Everyone likes to have choices. I myself can't make up my mind half of the time so I find I like to get my little paws on things that give me a plethora of options. Here's where Kama Sutra's Loving Oil Set comes in, brought to you by TooTimid.com.
All oils are naturally colored and flavored and use natural oils and spices to create the tingly sensation as well. The flavors are delightful and make the perfect compliment when enjoyed right off of your lovers skin. All oils can be used as a sexual lubricant, massage oil and even as perfume.
Each oil comes in a seperate cork topped, glass bottle and fits into the base of the box for a display that's nothing short of exquisite. Give it as the perfect gift or keep it by your bedside to be prepared to be inspired.
Turn up your love life with this sensuous, delicious, and invigorating set of all natural love oils from Kama Sutra and Tootimid.com
I give this gorgeous set of oils five out of five prixe ribbons for its tasty, lusty and lovely qualities.
I love when products have so much in store for you and give you options and ideas. The Kama Sutra Loving Oil Set hits the spot if you're also the kind of lover who wants choices. The set itself comes in a gorgeous box and includes five different flavored, beautifully colored, tingly oils consisting of "The Original", "Chocolate Mint", "Cherry Almond" (My Favorite!), "Raspbery Kiss" and "Vanilla Creme".
All oils are naturally colored and flavored and use natural oils and spices to create the tingly sensation as well. The flavors are delightful and make the perfect compliment when enjoyed right off of your lovers skin. All oils can be used as a sexual lubricant, massage oil and even as perfume.
Each oil comes in a seperate cork topped, glass bottle and fits into the base of the box for a display that's nothing short of exquisite. Give it as the perfect gift or keep it by your bedside to be prepared to be inspired.
Turn up your love life with this sensuous, delicious, and invigorating set of all natural love oils from Kama Sutra and Tootimid.com
I give this gorgeous set of oils five out of five prixe ribbons for its tasty, lusty and lovely qualities.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
When Girls Actually Like Girls
When a girl gets after another girl who actually like other girls, it can be like nothing else.
Madeline was after me like wildfire with true passion and true desire and true lust, no acting, no frills and no "looking cute for attention". I don't kiss girls to turn boys on, I kiss girls because it turns me on.
In swinging or group situations, so many girls only indulge their partners by being with another woman because its what he wants and they really have no desire beyond pleasing their man through their willingness. This has always frustrated me to no end as I'm a girl who is honestly into other girls and who has skills and loves getting them off.
When I encounter one of those "glamor lesbians" I get myself into a frustrated tizzy because I just don't get it, if you don't like girls or care about their pleasure then leave them out of your bed.
Its refreshing to actually find another girl who cares about giving pleasure as much as I do, Madeline fit the bill.
She kissed me with heat and it really caught my breath and it surprised me that a girl could work me up so completely; it had been so long since I'd been with another woman who had such interest in her feminine partner. She had amazing oral skills and you could tell she truly delighted in my pleasure: it drove me wild.
So here's to girls who actully like girls, cuz I'm one of them. :)
Madeline was after me like wildfire with true passion and true desire and true lust, no acting, no frills and no "looking cute for attention". I don't kiss girls to turn boys on, I kiss girls because it turns me on.
Madeline attending to my little needy kitten
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In swinging or group situations, so many girls only indulge their partners by being with another woman because its what he wants and they really have no desire beyond pleasing their man through their willingness. This has always frustrated me to no end as I'm a girl who is honestly into other girls and who has skills and loves getting them off.
When I encounter one of those "glamor lesbians" I get myself into a frustrated tizzy because I just don't get it, if you don't like girls or care about their pleasure then leave them out of your bed.
Its refreshing to actually find another girl who cares about giving pleasure as much as I do, Madeline fit the bill.
She kissed me with heat and it really caught my breath and it surprised me that a girl could work me up so completely; it had been so long since I'd been with another woman who had such interest in her feminine partner. She had amazing oral skills and you could tell she truly delighted in my pleasure: it drove me wild.
So here's to girls who actully like girls, cuz I'm one of them. :)
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Monday, May 25, 2009
The Monday Buzz: Pink Plush Wrist and Ankle Cuffs
For the bad little girl who cares about style and comfort, come Pink Plush Wrist and Ankle Cuff sets by Grrl Toyz and brought to you by TooTimid.com: sexy little restraints for the sexy little minx in you.
So I love a little bit of slap and tickle and sometimes even a bit more, but when I'm in the mood for a gentle bit of restraint, I go to my Pink Plush Wrist and Ankle Cuffs to get that bit of discipline with just a touch of class and chic bondage style.
I really love these two sets not only for their girly color and pink plush faux fur lining, but also for their quality and weight. When you get so called "gimic bondage accessories" they are, for the most part, sort of cheaply thrown together with your basic desired elements included. Not so when it comes to these Grrl Toys gems.
The quality of the Lorica (faux leather) is outstanding with just the right amount of both give and strength with a soft, natural-like texture and feel. The metal hardware and chains used are stylish yet strong and give a great air of authenticity.
Each of the sets flaunt one buckle per cuff, faux fur lining inner sides and clips attached to chains that connect the cuffs to one another (or which can be criss-crossed to form a sort of hog-tie arrangement) and the quality that you expect from Grrl Toys and TooTimid.com.
All in all I give these great sets a five out of five prize ribbons for their obvious style, strength and quirky bondage-esque fun.
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So I love a little bit of slap and tickle and sometimes even a bit more, but when I'm in the mood for a gentle bit of restraint, I go to my Pink Plush Wrist and Ankle Cuffs to get that bit of discipline with just a touch of class and chic bondage style.
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I really love these two sets not only for their girly color and pink plush faux fur lining, but also for their quality and weight. When you get so called "gimic bondage accessories" they are, for the most part, sort of cheaply thrown together with your basic desired elements included. Not so when it comes to these Grrl Toys gems.
The quality of the Lorica (faux leather) is outstanding with just the right amount of both give and strength with a soft, natural-like texture and feel. The metal hardware and chains used are stylish yet strong and give a great air of authenticity.
Each of the sets flaunt one buckle per cuff, faux fur lining inner sides and clips attached to chains that connect the cuffs to one another (or which can be criss-crossed to form a sort of hog-tie arrangement) and the quality that you expect from Grrl Toys and TooTimid.com.
All in all I give these great sets a five out of five prize ribbons for their obvious style, strength and quirky bondage-esque fun.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Sexting: Camera Phone Fun
So I love sending pictures from my camera phone and I'm not at all embarrassed to say that most of them are dirty pictures sent to those certain someones whom I might be currently in-cahoots with. I love a naughty photo.
I thought I'd share with you some of the dirty texted photos I've sent over the past weeks.
Don't you just love modern technology? It helps me be even more naughty than usual :)
I thought I'd share with you some of the dirty texted photos I've sent over the past weeks.
Don't you just love modern technology? It helps me be even more naughty than usual :)
Monday, April 13, 2009
The Monday Buzz: Pink Play Erotic Whip
For those in search of a sexy little naughty night, there is the Pink Play Erotic Whip by Grrl Toyz and brought to you by TooTimid.com.
In the large and varied world of bondage toys, there is the Pink Play Erotic Whip. Its pink and sassy design and light construction make it ideal for those just beginning down the road of bondage play.
Go a few rounds of light flogging over your lovers back or bottom, stroke their limbs with the tips of its tails or tickle the length of their bodies for sexy fun whenever you like. No matter your level of play, use your imagination and this cute little flogger will be at your disposal to tantalize and delight.
Made of high quality dusty pink Lorica (faux leather) with a wrapped handle and handle loop, its quality is among its top attributes right up there with its style.
I give this little pink diva of a whip a three out of five prize ribbons for its gentle bondage flavor and its cute pink design.
In the large and varied world of bondage toys, there is the Pink Play Erotic Whip. Its pink and sassy design and light construction make it ideal for those just beginning down the road of bondage play.
Go a few rounds of light flogging over your lovers back or bottom, stroke their limbs with the tips of its tails or tickle the length of their bodies for sexy fun whenever you like. No matter your level of play, use your imagination and this cute little flogger will be at your disposal to tantalize and delight.
Made of high quality dusty pink Lorica (faux leather) with a wrapped handle and handle loop, its quality is among its top attributes right up there with its style.
I give this little pink diva of a whip a three out of five prize ribbons for its gentle bondage flavor and its cute pink design.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
On Pins and Needles
It was a windy night, they were all gathered and my heart thumped agasint my chest as if Rhinos were vaulting themselves at me down and dusty plain.
My lips were wet, my skin was warm and the needles slid into my skin with barely any resistance.
I moaned.
I whimpered.
I simmered.
My lips were wet, my skin was warm and the needles slid into my skin with barely any resistance.
I moaned.
I whimpered.
I simmered.
That man slid needles into my nipples and twisted a thread around my nipple piercings and tugged it and made me tear up and whimper and cry out and I hugged him when I left for the night, a soft, devilish smile on my face.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
HNT #3
The wind billows in through the window and the curtains ripple with the breeze. My skin tingles as the cool air meets my warm skin, my nipples harden gently, and I wonder when my loves will be home.
In the aim of a sexier, healthier me, I've recently dropped a little bit of weight and am now a new and improved la petite. Happy, Healthy HNT!
In the aim of a sexier, healthier me, I've recently dropped a little bit of weight and am now a new and improved la petite. Happy, Healthy HNT!
Thursday, January 08, 2009
New Year. Same Life. Still Happy.
As more time goes by and I continue to thrive in my life with all its complications and with all of its joys and passion I realize that though things change, you'll always have yourself and the ability to turn it all around.
I'm happy and though nothing is ever perfect, all I can hope for is to be hopeful and thankful everyday.
Its a relationship full of power play, love, passion, drama, sex and the occasional titch, but he's such a vital part of my life that I try to even take things from the bad moments.
I'm in love and it feels nice.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
HNT #2
So since its been ages that I've been M.I.A. with my busy life, I really wanted to drop a post to show that, yes I'm still alive and very well.
Just a nipple-tastic (I defy you, supposed HNT rules of conduct!) shot of me lounging on a day off, fantasizing about the love in my life (more on this later), Horns, as he worked away his day at the office.
If you look closely, you can just make out the barbell in my nipple, a little symbol of my tie to him that we had done about a week ago. I had both done and I have to say that Im really loving them, having once had one nipple pierced and having taken it out once before.
Theyre a not-so-subtle reminder of him in my daily routine that keeps my already fruitful imagination lit up with thoughts of him and our adventures.
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So much has gone on in the past few months and I know I'll get to it soon enough, but for now, I'll be leaving little bread crumbs behind me as I saunter through life.
Just a nipple-tastic (I defy you, supposed HNT rules of conduct!) shot of me lounging on a day off, fantasizing about the love in my life (more on this later), Horns, as he worked away his day at the office.
If you look closely, you can just make out the barbell in my nipple, a little symbol of my tie to him that we had done about a week ago. I had both done and I have to say that Im really loving them, having once had one nipple pierced and having taken it out once before.
Theyre a not-so-subtle reminder of him in my daily routine that keeps my already fruitful imagination lit up with thoughts of him and our adventures.
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So much has gone on in the past few months and I know I'll get to it soon enough, but for now, I'll be leaving little bread crumbs behind me as I saunter through life.
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