Allegory of an Underage Femme Fatale

An Apocalyptic Romance /Part 1

2011-01-20T17:50:00.010-05:00

The gloom settles as she walks the sidewalks of the crushed city, her shotgun level with her shoulder and ever alert and ready for doom to fall once again. The moon shines down blue light over the heaped, burnt out cars, remnants of buildings, the occasional blackened remains of human bodies, broken glass, and spent ammunition shells littering the ground.

It is a landscape she never expected to have to see, one she never expected to call home if one even could do that anymore.

One of my beloved gas masks.
(Not to be used as stock, image under copyright)

Her pack is heavy though the weight of it and her ammunition belt is comforting, it means she has things to rely on, weapons and food, a few extra articles of clothing not ripped to shreds or covered in blood. The gas mask she wears on her face has become like a second skin; there's no telling if the gases have abated since that dark morning when her country blew itself apart.

The wind blows a piece of tattered tarp hanging over a chain link fence and she lines her site up with it when it's movement alerts her. She sighs and lowers her gun as she relaxes, almost disappointed it wasn't one of those bastards she had come to love shooting holes into. After the blasts, bombs and gassing, the military and police officials were practically the only ones left and they had the weapons, power, and drive to take anyone down in order to steal what they needed to survive. "To serve and protect.", yeah right. More like "To murder, rape, and destroy."

She hadn't seen another "real" human being alive in over two weeks and the last time she had, the guy had tried to smooth his way into her good graces before trying to bludgeon her with a 2 x 4 and take her guns. He lost the fight and she had even gotten a pretty good shiner and a semiautomatic handgun out of the scrap.

'Sorry man, hope the bullet I left between your eyes doesn't leave you with too lasting a headache.'

Kills so far, 23 "officers" of the law and 7 "real" human beings. It wasn't exactly a walk in the park to blow someone's brain stem away but if it meant keeping her life then she would do it.

'I may have delicate hands but a trigger is only a little bit longer than an inch.'

That was their mistake, they underestimated her because of a few factors; she was young, a woman, and she was alone. What they also failed to understand that is was the fact that she was alone that had kept her alive for so long, it had been terrifying the first few days but after a while the solitude had shown her she didn't need anyone as a crutch to survive.

It hadn't been the most fun part of her life but it hadn't been the worst, she did miss her friends and her family, her comfortable bed. Surviving something so horrendous as the Almost-End of the World had really shown her how much she did value her life, the air in her lungs, and the way the sun looked so clean in the morning just after rising through the drifts of thick, mud green smoke.

Her watch beeps. Another hour had passed which meant screwing in a new filter to her mask. The air in her lungs was only breathable if the filters held out. She makes a note to forage for some extras and began a look out for military supply trucks; the five in her pack wouldn't even finish out the night.

She steps around a corner and as she does she hears the familiar sound of a rifle being cocked, she immediately crouches down behind a burned out Buick with some toasty looking skeletal remains seated inside.

She carefully looks around the back end of the car in the direction of the sound to find a guy sitting on the curb on top of a huge pack cleaning a hunting rifle. He has on a black tactical uniform like the Feds wear but he had a white (well it used to be white) armband with a medical cross on it. She had come to find that the medics were much kinder than just the regular grunts running around out there who wished nothing more than to use your body as a warm place to stick their cock for a few minutes before blowing your brains out and stealing your gear.

The lenses of his mask are smudged so badly with grease that she could barely make out his eyes. She edges out from behind the car a little bit more to get a better look when he suddenly looks up,

"Hey there. What's cooking?"

She readies her shotgun at her shoulder and stands slowly, keeping him in her sights,

"Nothing much cowboy, just taking a moonlit stroll. You military?"

Still he sits without the slightest inclination to arm himself against her hostile movements, he just sits there looking at her while he tapped the butt of his rifle tonelessly.

"I'm a corpman, so sure, that's military. Why do you ask? Wanna start a war or something?"

"Funny."

He laughs inside his mask, the noise of it sounding like waves from the distortion of the sound within the rubber. She doesn't laugh. Without lowering her weapon she takes a few steps cautiously toward him, her boots crunching on broken glass, shrapnel, and other detritus.

"So you have name? You hostile?"

"Gregory. I'm only hostile if someone else is hostile, seems to me anything else is excess. You?"

"I'm right there with you Gregory, the names Ace."

"Ace? Like the bandage? That's a pretty tough name you got there, sunshine." Again he laughs.

"It's a nickname and no, not like the bandage. Thanks."

She becomes a alert when he reaches down toward his pack,

"Don't move! I have you fixed, I will pull the trigger!" She blinks only once but keeps her eye peeled and directly on him, her finger eager on the trigger.

"I'm just getting you something, something you seem to need."

"I don't need anything, stay still!"

He ignores her and reaches futher down, unzipping a pouch on the outside of his bag. She shuffles forward, her gun pointed directly at his head,

"Drop the weapon, drop it!"

He laughs, then holds out his hand, offering her something in his open palm. She looks down at a bar of chocolate. She relaxes and lets out a small laugh, lowering her gun.

"You seem like you could use something sweet."

"I bet you use that line on all the ladies, huh?" She takes the chocolate bar and stows it in the pocket of her vest.

"Nah, just the ones that point shotguns right in my face and yell at me."

She smiles and reaches out her hand to him, and as he shakes it, two things happen; she realizes how long it's been since she's laughed and then hears a gun shot before seeing Gregory's face explode in a starburst of blood, skulls fragments, and flesh.

She has seconds before she can drop to the ground behind a shipping van, her face, arms and chest covered in blood spatter and unintelligible globs of human matter. Her breathing quickens as does her pulse and she lines her gun up with her eye as she lays on her stomach on the ground, she sees two pairs of feet in beat up sneakers running toward her, the sounds of their clanging packs and ammunition ringing in the air.

"Come out girlie, come play. What were you saying to your Jarhead friend there? Are you civilian? Grunt? Come out!"

She immediately hates him for his voice and listens attentively as they come ever nearer to her. She keeps the feet in her sights but if she's going to waste a shell or two they had better be toward kills, not just wounding some son of a bitch on his big toe.

"I know you're there, I shot that fuck and let you live. I thought you might be a little more fun to get to know."

'Oh great' she thinks, 'another horny fuckface who thinks her purpose in life is to let him stick his unimpressive pecker in me.'

She shifts her weight and kneels up, trying to be a quiet as possible. She stands quietly and leans her back against the truck and side steps closer to the front end of it. She looks out cautiously through what used to be a window to see one teenage idiot without a gas mask wearing tactical armor with a shredded t-shirt pulled over the top and a semiautomatic machine gun pushed into his shoulder, the sight obscuring his face.

'One idiot? I thought I saw two pairs of feet?' she thinks to herself before feeling someone's breath on her neck,

"Hey bitch, you lonely?"

Before she can even think, he has her shoulders pinned to the side of the truck as her gun hits the pavement, and his mouth is on her neck as she struggles and curses ni his face. She screams out as he yells to his buddy,

"Come on dude, I got her!"

Footsteps sound as the little prick pinning her to the truck bites the top of her breast through the t-shirt she wears under her bullet proof vest. His saliva runs down her cleavage and makes her squirm in disgust. She growls at him as his buddy rounds the front of the truck,

"You bastards are going to regret this, stupid fucking kids!"

"Yeah whatever, shut your fucking mouth before we fire a bullet down your throat." The other says before pulling out a knife.

After pulling her pack off of her back and throwing it to the ground, he pulls loose the straps of her vest and rips it off, leaving her even more vulnerable. He uses his knife to cut into the neck of her t shirt, cutting all the way down through the fabric before it falls open, revealing her breasts snugly held in a black bra. His toothy grin instant makes her want to rip that satisfied smile right of his greasy face.

The first boy pulls duct tape from a roll hanging from rope tied to his belt and tapes her wrists together above her head before pulling her over to the street sign a few steps away. Using more tape he secures her wrists to the pole, before slapping her across the face illiciting an angry scream,

"You fucker! What is your fucking deal?"

They laugh as they come closer, their greedy hands on her body as she shouts curses at them. Her voice going hoarse, Ace kicks at one in the crotch, making him go down on his knees while the other pushes his blade against her throat,

"Hey bitch, you pull another move like that I and I will slash your fucking throat; we don't need for you to be alive to get off."

She shudders in disgust but pulls back against the pole, consigning defeat for at least the time being. The boy she kicked is still on the ground holding his wounded pride but the one with the knife drags the tip down her cleavage as he lick her neck. Feeling his warm breath against her throat sickens her but she tries to remain cooperative. Raped isn't dead afterall, if they keep their word that is.

She closes her eyes and moment later hears two gun shots near to her hit their targets. When she opens her eyes, a girl with short red hair is smiling at her. The boy groans from the pavement,

"Would you excuse me for a second?"

She smiles at Ace before crouching over the boy laying on the ground,

"What can I help you with? Does it hurt? It should you disgusting pile of filth."

She cocks her handgun and puts one bullet into the side of his brain before turning back to Ace with a warm smile,

"So now that that is all taken care of, let's see about your wrists."

As this red haired savior leans toward Ace, their skin touches and she looks down into her eyes. She smiles and the moon catches in them and the glow calms Ace and makes something flutter deep within her.

"Oh god, you're bleeding. We'll have to wash and dress your cuts when we get back to The Hole. You'll be more than welcome there, and safe too."

Her pocket knife catches the tape and frees Ace, the relief a welcome to her aching arms and rattled mind. As she rubbed her soon to be bruised wrists, the girl with the red hair grabbed up her pack, vest, and shotgun from where they had been thrown by the dead men.

"By the way, I'm Elle. You have a name?"

"Oh yeah, sorry...I'm Ace. Thank you so much, I can't even begin to even..." Cutting her off, Elle intones,

"It's ok, that was a pretty shitty thing to have to go through. I'm just glad I saw you down here. I was up in what's left of the hospital looking for whatever, you know? I heard you screaming and popped my head out the window." With a smile she helped Ace into her vest and pack before handing over her gun.

"Again thanks...."

As she steps off the curb she stumbles, her heavy boot catching the edge of the cracked cement. Elle reaches out, grabs her by her pack and takes hold of her hand, steadying her. As Ace looked over to her right, Elle's huge clear eyes shoe back and her and she's caught breathless by the glow she feels deep within her. She smiles in spite of herself and as Elle smiles back she forgets for a moment that she's standing in a graveyard of a world that was nearly dead. She feels lifted from all the mayhem and ugliness.

"I guess you're not so steady, not that I don't blame you. Here, give me your arm."

As she takes Ace's arm and they began the walk to The Hole, Ace thinks that there's was change in the air, though she isn't quite sure what that means.

-TO BE CONTINUED -

The Monday Buzz: Pussy Palm Pal

2011-01-10T23:11:00.002-05:00

By Doc Johnson and brought to you by HotVat.com, I bring you the Pussy Palm Pal. Now you might be wondering, "What the hell does a girl do with a realistic male masturbation sleeve? Well I'm glad you asked because I was curious myself.

Turns out, there are tons of things a girl can do with a Pussy Pal, like test lubes and toys out on it, squeeze and squish it because it feels nice, rub the little lips (because they do feel really, really real and it freaks me out and gives me the giggles), and generally have some good old fashioned fun. I can't really use it for it's original purpose since I have no penis but I do enjoy having it because it completes my toy collection nicely and come on, everyone wants an extra pussy around.

As for its attributes, the UR3 material that it's made from is really soft, smells nice, and is intensely realistic. I love it because it's pthalate free, non-toxic, and non reactive so it won't melt any of your other toys if they come in contact. The UR3 material is very porous though so using a very good anti-bacterial toy cleaner to clean it thoroughly after each use is very important to your health and well being. powdering UR3 toys with cornstarch and sealing them in fresh plastic bags will keep them in great condition for quite a long while, just wash before use.

The outer lips on the sleeve are molded to be very lifelike and I was blown away by the quality of their realism although there was no clit beneath the toy's molded clitoral hood which made me pause a moment. The hole for the sleeve is only about half of a centimeter big but when I played with it, it widened enough to fit four of my fingers inside but when not being played with, it measures 5 inches deep and 2 inches wide. The inside of the sleeve has nice big bumps for added pleasure and sensation.

You can use any type of lube with this toy, I recommend System Jo Premium Silicone Lube for its slick texture and long lasting staying power. I had a bit of a giggle because when I put the lube in the hole at the top opening it slid all the way down the sleeve inside and dribbled out the other hole at the back and got all over me...I am such a geek sometimes.

Overall this sleeve is super fun, super high quality and definitely worth dropping $8 on. After you guys get your hands on this thing, you;ll never just go bare fisted again. Everyone should own a Pussy Palm Pal!

Thanks to HotVat.com for this fun toy; now I have two pussies!

Bight Me

2011-01-06T08:48:00.005-05:00

Rope + Girl + Me + Friends + Fudge = Fabulous

A not-so-HD camera phone shot of us playing (I dyed my hair!)

For those of you who didn't know, I am quite the fan of rope. Having grown up on boats on the Pacific coast of our wonderful country I have felt comfortable around the heft, weight, and tension of ropes from a very young age. When I become more interested in rope in the beginning of last year I began playing with it and found myself quickly drawn into it. Now I have over 500 feet of assorted ropes like natural hemp, sisal, and nylon.

This night was amazing, we got to learn (and teach) some new techniques in a comfortable, close group of friends but even better than that, I tied my girl up and messed with her. I used a chest harness and attached her ankles which had been tied in a two-column tie and left the free of her ankle tie free so that I could reel her in an out, adding and subtracting the pressure on her bonds and her body while the ball of my foot rubbed her clit from the outside of her pants....yes, it was fun.

Oh, and we had peanut butter fudge made by a friend of mine which may seem like a small detail but it was so delish! Candy + Rope = Love.

Christmas Bitches

2010-12-09T13:00:00.003-05:00

Merry Christmas to you all from my girl and I.

Yes, that's all I'm posting.....cuz we're too busy fucking.

So yeah...anyway...Merry Christmas!

My girlfriend is a about a foot shorter than I am. She wears heels sometimes, but then again so do I so....hmmm.

I Love Her

2010-11-18T15:12:00.000-05:00

After many years of fearing the fact that I had desires toward women that were way deeper than just wanting to get them naked and have my way with them, I finally let all that go and opened up a new chapter in my life.

Our lesbian toothbrushes kissing. Sickeningly adorable, I know.

Of course I had loved sex with men; my life has been punctuated and written all of sex with men, being possessed, ravaged, fucked upside down, and even raped but any emotional connection was so forced, so tedious, and so much work. I did love Gadget, I did love Trigger, I did love Horns but something was never quite realized in that love.

I have dreamed night and day of women's bodies, their faces, their mouths, their voices in my ears and even more lusty fantasies since the age of 8 and always dismissed it as just a sexual curiosity and spark. It just wasn't so and I had lied to myself for so long.

The time is over for lying to myself, for fear and loathing, and for denial and grief.

After so many years of confusion and forcing myself to be straight, (or straight-ish at least) I met her, Kangaroo. Her green eyes, her blonde spiky hair, her weird little gorgeous lips, and the hands that are even smaller than mine (a first in my life!).

I love her.

Blood, Gore, & Tits

2010-10-21T02:05:00.000-04:00

So October is the month that we're all allowed to be a little more creepy, dark, and evil because lovely Halloween is the finishing move of the month. My girl Kangaroo and I really went wild with some blood (real or fake, you decide) in white lingerie and not only did the shots look fabulous but the shoot made my kitten so very wet.

Happy Halloween!

Sophia's Red Rider Strap On Harness

2010-10-18T12:48:00.000-04:00

I've played with many strap on harnesses before and never have a used one so frequently as I have used Sophia's Red Rider Strap On Harness from TheAdultToyShoppe.com. It's a really nice basic jock style design that just holds up to heavy use, is sturdy, and fun too.

The packaging isn't my favorite type as it's got a porn star on the front and is very basically designed listing the qualities on a background of white. Of course though as with most things, highly over designed packaging adds to a higher price and this great harness is going to be more affordable for that and other reasons too.

The waist belt cinches down around your waist while you put either leg through and cinch as well to get a really controlled fit that the thong style harnesses just can't match. With this design the dildo moves with your body while the straps never move, slip or dig into my curves. The inner ring on the front can also be switched out for larger ones to accommodate a toy with a thicker girth but I've found that the ring it comes with works with up to a 2 inch thick toy so most won't need to utilize this function. The red and black design is so fun too.

The harness comes with a 7 inch long, 1.5 inch think red PVC curved dong dildo that is a really nice toy, especially for a toy that retails in the $20-$30 range from various online shops. The PVC cleans up nicely and can be used with any lube available, so the versatility is great.

Thanks Cal Exotics and TheAdultToyShoppe.com for Sophia's Red Rider Strap on Harness!

Waffle House, Corsets, and a few Big Bites

2010-09-09T14:14:00.000-04:00

So you've been clubbing and it's 3 am so where do you go? Waffle House apparently.

This was obviously taken well BEFORE all hell broke loose.

I refuse to wear regular clothing of course so I was clubbing in black hot pants, black transparent tights, knee high boots, and a teal silk steel boned corsets with my hair down and wild.

This is what I'm wearing when I waltz into the WH with my drunk friends (I mean I was drunk too so perhaps I shouldn't be so judge-y). Not only that, but I was bruised as all hell all over my neck and shoulder from my buddy Ink biting me with his full power. I loved it, but the waitress thought I was probably some kind of drunk, battered, Meth-ed out hooker on her mid-evening break.

Well, so much for being good cuz last night I was very, very, very, very, very bad.

The Monday Buzz: Vibratex Joystick Vibrator

2010-08-09T12:00:00.000-04:00

TabuToys.com is only about quality, safety, and health and the Vibratex Joystick Vibrator is made completely of Elastomer, which my favorite material and it has a fancy ergonomic handle that helps you get the vibrations right where you need them whether you're alone or playing with a friend.

Vibratex is an amazing company in Japan that places quality, health, and power above all else. They provide their customers with only the highest rated materials, motors, and designs and are heading up the industry at the moment.

Elastomer is a bi-product of Silicone, is phtalate and toxin free, latex free, is non-reactive, has a fabulous soft feel and comes in tons of colors. It's adaptability and cleanliness makes it one of the best materials that has hit the market in the past few years.

The crystal clear box comes to you beautifully designed, is feminine, and eye catching with clean lines and elegant simplicity. The details of the product are clearly listed and make it an easy choice for those who are new to adult toys are those who are already passionate collectors.

My favorite part of this rabbit-esque design is the bent handle that makes it so easy to pleasure yourself (or someone else) so that you tip, rock, twist, and thrust this fun toy. The little clit tickler can be gentle as well as strong and intense and can be adjusted by just changing the rhythm and strength of your movements. The knobbed head of this toy also make it perfect for hitting your G Spot and while some may need a stronger touch than this softer toy can provide to reach orgasm this feature still imparts amazing sensation.

Only water-based lubricant can be used with this toy as it is a Silicone product so to avoid some yucky lube build-up just use your favorite water-based lubricant like Moist Pump Lube which even has nettle extract to soothe your sore pussy after your passionate play.

Thanks so much to TabuToys.com for such a great new toy!

Sweet Cupcakes

2010-08-05T19:03:00.000-04:00

So you know how I'm totally obsessed with cupcakes? How about 9 girls in sexy lingerie kneeling and smooshing, rubbing, and throwing cupcakes on and at each other? Does it make it it even better to know that they also rip each other's bras and panties off and then slip around in the icing and cake all over themselves, falling into a huge heap?

I'm not even kidding and it makes me so giddy it almost hurts....this is my REAL life! Yay! <3

Did I also mention that this is for a juvenile AIDS charity? Yes, naked, icing covered girls playing outside for charity. Anything is possible in life when you have an imagination like mine.

La petite and some double (and triple!) doses of sugary love!

The Monday Buzz: Invisi-Vibe Panty Vibe

2010-07-26T10:39:00.000-04:00

All around the room is abuzz with your friends chatting animatedly around the table, waiters dashing to and fro, and drinks aplenty; also abuzz are your panties because you have discovered the exquisite pleasure that is the Sinclair Institute Invisi-Vibe Panty Vibe.

Consisting of a white Push-4-Play velte-touch micro-vibe with three functions of vibration and a clear elastomer contoured Invisi-Vibe holder that's perfectly molded for intimate female curves this duo really blew me away. I've tried several products that called themselves "panty vibes" such as an oversized bullet vibe with two elastic straps meant to go around either thigh and another which was basically a little hemisphere of rubber with a bullet sticking out that did nothing good for me or anyone else. Neither of these even came close to the sensation and comfort of the Invisi-Vibe.

The packing is huge for me (and most other girls, I might add) because its white and very classic with simple lines and a window showing you exactly what the vibe is all about. On the back is a lovely and tasteful photo of a girl in a string bikini modeling the toy without being too revealing (you know what I mean so don't make me say it!).

For such a tiny vibe, the Push-4-Play micro-vibe is extremely powerful and just keeps going and going and going. Your vibe comes with the batteries included so there's no wait between cutting open the box and pleasuring your own...well...box. Gotta love that.

Its is also pthtlate free, latex free, and water resistant (ie, shower is ok, bathtub is not) so you can play safe and play versatile too.

I was working on some school paperwork and decided to just pop it into my panties. I slid it right on in and it basically found its own "sweet spot" at which point I zipped up my denim shorts and clicked on the vibe on the lowest setting through the fabric and sat down to finish off my school stuff.

The best part about this toy is that you can let it tease you into a frenzy or you can prop yourself on the edge of the couch or your chair and rock back and forth, applying as much or as little pressure as you like to get you where you want to go. The highest level was just high enough that three or four rocks back and forth sitting on the edge of the couch gave me a great orgasm and the fun part was letting the vibe stay on and stay put to tickle me as I came down from it all. So fun.

Thank you to TooTimid.com for this awesome, fun, and well designed toy.

Boy Beater

2010-07-22T11:58:00.002-04:00

My life in the BDSM lifestyle has really come full circle in the past seven years. I started out as a timid model and submissive and have now found my stronger persona within the darker circles of sexuality.

I identify as a Dominant who will occasionally bottom privately, I no longer serve anyone but there is still a lingering soft spot for the sensations and mindsets of one being beneath another. I don't live for that sense of loss of self but it is still there behind most everything else and occasionally peeps its little head out.

Vintage image via queerpopculture.com

I think this realization came so late because I just let myself fall into a role someone decided for me; the role of being the one who serves. As a woman, it is the more prescribed of any of the roles in life and it did feel natural for a very long while. There came a day when I felt less like only pleasing someone else and more like I had accumulated enough knowledge and strength to possess someone myself and have them feel all that I had before.

I had never gotten as worked up over Fem Dom porn as I did this past Fall and circulating more and more among those who not only encouraged my learning and self discovery but also saw something more in me than a girl who just lets things be done to her.

In life I am a leader, I get things done and I make my voice heard. I take initiative and am never too shy to talk to anyone. I feel that my sexual prowess and energy make others feel that I am an intimidating young woman and on some level I've always felt it deep down. Nearly my entire sexual journey has been about manipulating men (not all manipulation is bad!) and seeing how far I could push myself and others.

I thought that these characteristics just made for an interesting side-note on resume of a submissive women when they were more like the telling points of my actual place in life and in the BDSM world at large.

I'm a caring, genuine person and when you are my friend I will do anything to help you out so when people find out certain things about me, such as the fact that I like to embed needles into people's skin and then lace them together like a corset it boggles most people's minds. The embodiment of the female energy is that of duality and I definitely have it in spades. I'm light and dark, sweet and spicy, and sweet and evil, all at the same time.

Isn't life wonderful?

That being said, my new boy Scene is such an amazing gift in my life. I love him and worship him while all at once I feel a very powerful drive to Dominate him, hurt him, and bring his mind to amazing new places.

We had a scene this week where he was in sub-space long before I ever started applying any pain of any kind. He amazes me and while he's still very green to the lifestyle of kink, his desire to be mine completely drives me wild and endears him to me like no one before him.

When I began to find my place in the lifestyle at 15, I had this very well defined distaste for submissive men, thinking that since they couldn't fulfill what I believed to be their "proper" gender roles that they were less than worthy of respect. I have found in the past few years that this is absolutely not true. In many ways a submissive man has a lot more pain and trials to work through before he can finally find himself in the lifestyle. To go against all of the constraints of your upbringing, sex, and societal pressure is a truly incredible feat of daring and determination to be sure.

The man who finds himself softened and willed to bend to the desires of his woman is truly an amazing man indeed. The pleasure and satisfaction that can be found is such submission is the most tantalizing of all and I feel blessed to have his heart and mind in the palm of my hand.

The Monday Buzz: Oceanus Naturals Intense Pleasure Pack

2010-07-19T11:54:00.000-04:00

Everyone knows that anytime you feel like getting sexy, tons of lube makes for the sexiest feelings of all but the guys at Oceanus Naturals go one better: an all natural female stimulator gel and sensual lubricant/massage gel both in the same pack. The Oceanus Naturals Intense Pleasure Pack comes with both their "G" Female Stimulation Gel and their Sensual Massage Massage and Lubricant in travel-perfect 15 ml bottles.

These lovely products are both Gylcerine, Paraben, and Silicone free, are all natural, water-based, and are ph balanced. They're odorless, non-sticky and are long lasting, providing even more protection from dryness and friction irritation.

The "G" Stimulation gel is not as strong at first as others I have used but its sensation gets stronger when it is massaged into your most intimate folds and is boosted when combined with another (water-based) lubricant, so the dual pack is perfect for turning this great gel up to the level you desire.

The Sensual Massage is silky, light and lasts so long that I was almost shocked at its staying power since its a water based lube. Its staying power is powered up with carageenan which is a natural extract derived from red seaweed and is vegetarian, vegan, and hypoallergenic (via wikipedia.org). I prefer the feel of most water based lubricants but feel like they dry out quicker than say silicone lube but this one is really great and perfect for solo time with toys or some bedroom gymnastics with your partner.

Thanks so much to tabutoys.com for sending me this awesome pack of all natural lubricants.

The Monday Buzz: Solar Bullet

2010-07-12T15:30:00.002-04:00

In a sexy mood but also feeling a bit eco-friendly? California Exotics brings us the Solar Bullet, "The Totally Renewable Sun-Powered Stimulator", so sayeth the packaging.

No batteries needed; your bullet comes with a detachable recharging solar cell that charges the bullet for up to 60 minutes of strong vibrations that will blow your mind after only 8 hours of direct sunlight. The silver micro bullet even has a little LED light to add another element of interest to your fun in the dark. Yet another wonderful thing the sun does for us; mind-blowing orgasms.

The front of the box.

The back of the box.

The Solar Bullet comes in a pretty recycled cardstock box that in a completely eco-friendly, recyclable design. The sleek design and big power will amaze you, the size is small but the vibrations are huge.

Trust Cal Exotics to bring you something fun for the bedroom AND fun for the planet. Thanks for the Solar Bullet!

Letters To People: Masturbation Neighbor

2010-07-08T15:35:00.001-04:00

Dear guy-in-the-apartment-next-to-mine,

Last night I was awoken by your furious masturbation at about 4:30 am. Were you slamming your head against the wall with each stroke of your sweaty palm? Because I know for a fact that that was no woman in there with you. I'm a realist, let's be realists together. Was this retaliation for all the times my wrought iron bed hit the wall in rapid succession for hours on end during some sweet love making over this past year?

I know our beds must have their heads on the same connecting wall now and I was wondering if you could maybe change that up. Yeah, that would be nice.

Behind this wall, the atrocity occurred!

I was very worried along with my annoyance and disgust because you were making this awful wheezing noise like each breath was hard to come by. I was torn between banging on the wall and shouting "Stop pulling your greasy man-meat!" and knocking on your door and asking if you needed resuscitation. I'm a medical professional and unfortunately (fortunately?) these things occur to me even when in the depths of anger and irritation.

Next time may I suggest that you sit on the floor on the opposite side of the apartment from my bed especially in the middle of the night when its been a hard time getting to sleep for me. A touch of consideration is all I ask.

While we're on the topic, please turn down the bass on your surround sound, your asian action films suck and the treble on your shit is disturbing my tiny dog. Thanks again! :)

-la petite, your pissed off neighbor

e[lust] #17

2010-07-07T21:18:00.000-04:00

Photo courtesy of Elle from Kink Unleashed

~ Featured Posts (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Why Pride is Still Important - When someone tells me that they don’t think Pride is necessary, I can’t help but believe that they go through life with tunnel vision. I live in New York where for the most part I can walk around being a big ol’ queen and I’ll make it home alive, but there are people who live in places where they can’t. Even here in New York you’ll get called a faggot from time to time by passing cars or groups of punks, and even here in New York I hear stories of people getting the shit kicked out of them just because they were gay.

Fantasies and Condoms - Our culture has created a narrative in which sex only feels good and looks sexy if no one is protected. We’re all suffering from this narrative, but sex workers are probably suffering the most.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Some days we need a little hope - I encourage you to practice random acts of kindness that could be worthy of inclusion on the site (GivesMeHope.com). Be nice, be caring, let your heart open up just for the sake of bringing someone some happiness or comfort. Do you know how good it feels to just give?

See also: Pleasurists #83 and #84 for all your sex toy review needs.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Kink & Fetish

An Anal Adventure
Bound in the Night
Being a Tart
Danger may explode without warning
Found It: Pearls for the Submissive Wife
Morning Rituals
Shoe Slut (another!) Shoe Slut
Spanking my ass while fucking so he feels every wiggle
Submission is impossible in the absence of humanity
Strip, boy
Swallow Falls
The Trigger
The Beast with Three Backs

Erotic Writing

A long hot day
And then we kissed...
A Picture of Lust
Ass Plug
'Come For Me...'
Depths
Exchange II
Forbidden Fantasy
Fucking Mika for the first time
Good Things Come To Those Who Wait
Getting Off...On The Road
Katie's First Time
Master Class
My Favourite Waste of Time
Microfantasy Monday, week 84: Addiction
Picture to Word 2
Sociable
Saturday Night Plans
Safe Sex
The Train
Thunderstorms are Sexy
Teaching Respect (Part 1)
You First

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Adventures in Birth Control
Erotic Awakening: A Swinger’s Comments
Friends With Benefits His Lush Behind!
Getting Started - Hotel Parties
Greetings From The Deep End - Swinging and Openness
How To Have Multiple Orgasms
Mr. Strong
Play Safe. Stay Safe. Get Tested. Be Protected.
Political Cuddling: Asking, Talking, Touching
Reflections on Glass
Something I Wish I'd Had 10 Years Ago
Sex: A required part of the college curriculum
Shades of Grey
Three's Company
Ten Life Lessons I’m Learning from Enslavement
Uncomfortable
Walk of Shut The Fuck Up

Sex News, Interviews, Politics and Humor

Interview with Scarlett Chaos aka Essin'Em
The Media is Not Responsible for Your Poor Body Image
To Shave or Not to Shave

Getting Off...On The Road

2010-06-24T20:25:00.005-04:00

My new boy Scene and I are in kink-love and in him I have found a strange and new passion that has totally shown me a new side of myself and my sexuality. He is incredible.

We were on our way home from a road trip with some friends and had the back seat all to ourselves. I had laid back on his lap with his arm draped over my stomach, my legs up on the car door. It wasn't soon before his hand snaked under my skirt and panties and his deft musical fingers began to rub my wet little kitten.

The conversation was rolling in the car as I "slept" and his fingers played with my clit not even a foot behind our friends. I closed my eyes and let the sensation wash over me as I picked up my cell and snapped a few photos.

It was all very sweet though and a tantalizing torture that would only be satiated once Scene and I were barricaded behind closed doors later that day and in spectacular style.

The rain pounded down on us as his fingers walked around inside of my panties, the clouds rolling overhead and as the car progressed we both dozed; his hands in my panties and my feet on the window.

e[lust] #16

2010-06-23T20:00:00.001-04:00

Photo courtesy of Janie

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #17? Start with the rules, check out the schedule in the site’s sidebar and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Sex Pistil's Guide to Sucking Great Cock - The penis is not something to be feared. It’s not something to hide from, and it’s definitely not something to be put up with the good china and used for special occasions only. The penis is alive and breathing, so to speak, and as such, is not a one-size-fits-all, if-one-guy-likes-it, all-guys-like-it kind of entity.

An Erotic Vignette - "You will come, and when you do, you will yell my name. Because I own you." "No," she whispered again, terrified. The last part of herself... total control over her pleasure, the responses of her body... surely he couldn't... but his eyes said he could.

Dual Erotica: Tahoe - We finally reach our floor and excitement wars with nervousness in my head. After all, it's been a long, long time for me. I don't have the body I once had; I'm not nearly as experienced as you are. But there is no turning back, not that I want to

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Does Size Matter? - I am most definitely a size queen when it comes to my sex toys…but there’s a reason for that. Using a dildo is very VERY different from how I get fucked by a guy.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

I Want It All - Gender (identity) is different to (biological) sex. Biologically there are males and females, and those who identify as neither (intersex). But it’s sure as hell not that simple, no matter what society says.

See also: Pleasurists #80 and #81 for all your sex toy review needs.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Along OUR Beating Path
Bringing Sexy Back
Equality
Fear (No Loathing) in Las Vegas
Getting Started in Swinging – Clubs
I'm a woman, and I like porn.
M says I'm a good girl!
Nerves & Dysfunction - Erectile Issues in the Lifestyle
Revelations (Of the Feminist and Slut Kind)
Sex Addiction
Submission is not an excuse to be Spineless!
Semi-Rape - Couldn't Say No
Toys Vs. Cocks
Transtastic: On Why My Relationships are Queer
Words, Words, Words

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Sex Ed
The Uncensored Realm of Internet Erotica

Kink & Fetish

67 orgasms will do this to a woman
Bless Me Father... For I Keep Sinning
Carnival
Can I?
Life List: TortureGarden Party…check
Three is a Magic Number - Part 1

Erotic Writing

#8 - Sharing is Caring
Alone
A Gracious Acceptance
disrobing
Erotica: Like This
Gagging her...
Homecoming
I Opened My Eyes
Kiss
Love, Sex And The Snooze-Button
Not Now
Phone Threesome
Remember...?
sex is sex no matter the sex
sexy photoshoot - part II
The Customer
Tall Summer Grass
The cave of unimaginable sincerity and beauty
Very Far from Heaven
Wife swap on holiday
With heels on

Tall Summer Grass

2010-06-10T00:00:00.006-04:00

He threw me down in the grass and I pulled him down with me, rolling around until I was sitting on his stomach, my laughter pummeling the nature all around us. We were seventeen and it was like the sunshine was going to last forever.

My hair was golden light as the sun poured through it and it made a curtain around our faces as I lent down to kiss his cheap rum and cherry coke flavored lips. His hands ripped through my thin tee revealing that I wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

What memories can do to one's body....

My shorts were only a hindrance as he bumped his pelvis against mine. I cried out when he bit my bottom lip and pinched my nipple at the same time. Blood flavored our next kiss and I let him roll over on top of me. It was a series of little games, little gestures.

He knelt in front of me, my sunburned legs splayed out on either side of him. The movement and his hands were awkward but he finally got my shorts down and threw them to the side alongside with my panties and I lay there the tall crushed grass in my Chucks, my ripped tee making a sort of makeshift vest with its buttons undone.

He kissed my glinting bellybutton with its evil little jewel of a ring, licking in one move from it to my little fluff of pubic hair.

He kissed the fur there gently and then inhaled my scent before using his tongue to part my secret little lips and delved deeper to lick my wet inner slit. I moaned and stretched my arms out above me, grabbing hold of the grass and pulling until it nearly came out by the roots.

"You taste like the ocean."

His lips were shiny with my glimmery juices and he smiled so big.

I giggled and looked up into the huge blue sky just going on forever above me and I sighed so contentedly that I thought the air never cease from issuing from my mouth. I smiled then and came very slowly but fiercely and unexpectedly, squirting a little and crying out too.

"Does that always happen?"

He asks as he wipes the drips of girl cum off of his nose, his smile amused and hungry.

"No, it doesn't."

My laughter fills the field and he growls slightly as he crawls all over me, his face damp with the clean, briny scent of my juices. I marked him. Mine.

I am shocked when I feel his cock slide deeply inside of me without any warning, I slap him and he smiles as he begins thrusting, his hand cradling the back of my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck and let my body fall into his rhythm, smacking my hips against him as he pushes hard into me. I work hard at fucking him as he's fucking me.

Deeper and deeper until I can feel my legs beginning to quake with the effort of my bumping body. Like its planned he whispers into my ear,

"I need to cum, where do I do it?"

I was clueless, we were being dumb kids and thought the pull out method rocked our socks.

"Umm, just not inside."

As I barely finish my sentence, he pulls out and with a roar he cums all over my tummy and breasts, a tiny droplet landing on my chin as I smile up at him. He leans back on his heels and surveys the damage as he pants out his ecstasy. I giggled as I gently berate him and sit up,

"I am so pissed at you. What do I do now? I'm covered in cum."

He stands up and walks in his sneakers without pants and reclaims his lukewarm bottle of cherry coke and rum from the surrounding grass and in one swift move he poured it down my upright chest and tummy as I screamed at him.

"Fuck you! Now I smell like a drunk cumslut or something."

We dissolved into laughter so loud that the birds flutter from the nearby trees. He used my ripped tee to wipe away the cum/cherry coke/rum from my body, took off his own and threw it to me. As I pull the four-sizes-too-big tee over my head I giggle and begin to walk across the field, his loping steps following me.

"I am so going to get you back for this one."

He laughed and said,

"Yeah right."

A week later he came in my mouth, I pretended to swallow, and when he leaned down to kiss me, I snowballed him with his own cum.

I told him I would get him back for it, too bad he didn't believe me.

The Monday Buzz: WE Vibe II

2010-06-06T00:00:00.001-04:00

dBeing a material snob (and who wouldn't be after finding out what phthalates can do to your lady parts) I'm always interested in toys that are safe, eco-friendly, and easy to clean; so when tabutoys.com told me that they were sending me a WE Vibe II, I was so excited.

The WE II is a sweet little purple silicone toy that can be worn for solo play or even during intercourse. As a chick who hasn't achieved orgasm through penetrative sex (my vagina and I are still crossing our fingers!), I love anything that can give me a hands free clitoral orgasm during the big show.

It has two little rechargeable (yes, and it even comes with its own charger!) motors that work on both your G-spot and your clit simultaneously with 9 interchangeable modes of vibration. One hidden button inside the outer silicone of the toy makes it easy to cycle through the awesome vibration variations easily and qucikly without killing the mood.

Your We II will come to you in a classy white box with its own charger, lavender satin drawstring bag and a little instruction booklet. For me packaging is huge and can sell me very easily if its classy and nice or totally turn me off of a product. Classy white box with silver writing? Yes please! Vacu-form plastic with a totally nude porn star spread eagle on a tractor? No thanks.

The size of this little guy really surprised me because although I knew it was small enough to fit inside your love canal during the dirty deed, I really had no conception on how small, light and flexible it would be. No longer than three inches from its bent center to its end, it fits comfortably against your clit and wraps around to sit nicely inside too.

I was really excited to try this during the act because alone it was ton of fun: I slid it into my little kitten, pulled up my panties, put on some Maroon 5, and cleaned my apartment....for almost two hours and it was on the whole time. The package said that it could run on 'Low' for up to two hours so I figured I'd put it to the test and was so glad I did; talk about making homemaking more fun.

During sex it has a tendency to slide to one side or the other, but this may have been because my friend Motor has a pretty large pants monster. I was able to have an awesome orgasm about 10 minutes into our between-the-sheets dance but I had to have him stop so I could remove the little buzzy guy because the sensation was too much after that. If you're multi-orgasmic and like to push your threshold, this little purple hero could be just the thing for you.

Remember that with silicone toys, never use silicone lube. Why? If you use silicone lube with a silicone toy, the two will bond to one another resulting in really gross build-up on the surface of your toy that will lead to permanent damage. Do yourself a favor and just use some water-based lube and enjoy!

Thanks so much to tabutoys.com for sending me yet another super-fun toy to share with everyone.

Michael Jackson: I Blame Your Tunes

2010-06-03T13:59:00.000-04:00

I blame my overly active sexuality squarely on the shoulders of Michael Jackson and his music.

No disrespect to him and his memory but if you know his music like I do, then you'll understand.

Image courtesy of Amazon.com

When Michael Jackson's album "Dangerous" came out in 1991 I was 3 years old and I grew up listening to his older music too but particularly the music from that album. For my fifth birthday I asked for a tape (yes, a tape) of the album and everyday thereafter I spent my time lying on the floor, painstakingly listening to songs and rewinding to spots I remembered by heart to hear my favorite songs.

Since the same age of 5, I was a singer and dancer in a few local performance groups in my area so I spent much of my time, singing, dancing, rehearsing, and performing so it was natural that at the time I too wanted to be a big star. Fomr age 5 til 9 when people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, my response was always "I;m going to be Michael Jackson; a statement that makes no sense now but to my young self, it meant a lot.

I used his music to enhance my performance skills, memorizing lyrics and melody cues until I knew each song so well I began to form dance routines where I would express the sometimes heavy emotion expressed by Michael's voice.

My dance moves were not the cutesy moves of a little girl but the sex-filled motions of a full grown, sexual human. My mom would always remark when she saw me rehearsing,

"Make sure you don't touch yourself between the legs when you dance, it isn't ladylike."

I would always roll my eyes and explain to her that if the King of Pop did it and people loved it, they would love it when I did it too.

All during this time, I had no idea what sex was, had no idea people would lay naked together or even what a vagina was actually for. I had an idea that Michael's songs embodied a sense of artistic feeling along with the melody and though I never understood what "...and you know damn well she gives it to me." actually meant or that "...remember the times after dark." really meant something sexual was going on versus just doing something at night, I loved the music for how it willed my body to move and how engrossed in the rhythm it could make me.

Sadly as I wandered into my teen years and Michael Jackson was replaced by pop boy bands and pop princesses and those were replaced by scream-o rockers and punk drummers, I lost the feeling of the pure delight I used to feel when I listened to his music.

It wasn't until a few years ago that my now de-flowered self downloaded his "Dangerous" album on a whim one day that I realized how dirty it actually was and how much I still worshiped it. I;m blushing even now thinking of all the nookie that has taken place in my bed that has been fueled by Mr' Jackson's amazing bass lines and erotic lyrics.

In life and lust, no more wicked words have been spoken (or sung, rather) than,

It's just a feeling
You have to soothe it
You can't neglect it
You can't abuse it
It's just desire
You cannot waste it
And if you want it
Then won't you taste it?

His music will live on for longer than we even know but more than that, his sensual powers of song definitely awakened something in me far before it should have and I'm sure its made me the girl I am today. Good or bad? You tell me...

Art Is Not Chaste

2010-05-26T01:00:00.010-04:00

"Art is never chaste.

It ought to be forbidden to ignorant innocents, never allowed into contact with those not sufficiently prepared.

Yes, art is dangerous.

Where it is chaste, it is not art."

/Pablo Picasso

My AdultSexToys.com Shopping Spree!

2010-05-26T00:58:00.004-04:00

AdultSexToys.com is giving away a $300 shopping spree so I just had to play the game and see if I came out on top. I have to admit that having the license to spend that kind of money (even if it is just for fun for the time being) was a whole lot of fun!

All you have to do is go shopping, share your cart contents over twitter, facebook, or your blog with links back and then send them an email letting them know where your shopping list is out there in the big bad interwebs. Why not join in?

On my list is the Pump Power Purple penis pump. I don't have a cock but I know a few guys who I would love to sublimely torture with the sensations of vacuum pressure and vibration.

I'm also totally in love with the A Bomb Black, the Beginner Ball Gag in Pink and Black, and the Bliss Vibrator #3 in Purple.

To end with, I digging on the Flame Harness Kit with Vibrator, the Couture Sublime and a Clone-A-Willy Dildo Kit because I've always wanted to make a DIY dildo of one of my friend's packages. Fun and naughty, my kind of combo.

I can't wait to see who wins but I really hope its me because I'm a strapped college student who could use some new fun toys for her bedroom! Thanks so much for this contest AdultSexToys!

e[lust] #14

2010-05-25T23:52:00.004-04:00

photo courtesy of Lila

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #14? Start with the rules, check out the schedule in the site’s sidebar and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Answers with an Agenda 1- Fisting - Once you’ve gotten started using two fingers for a bit, then it is time to build until four fingers are sliding in and out of the person, and you are on your way.

Gagged - I think it’s got to be a combination… fingers sliding into your cunt, a merciless tease of your clit, and yes, it’s going to have to be, lining my cock up with your ass.

Mine - I feel you stir beneath me as I create a rhythm, your breathing changing growing more shallow as you slip from sleep into arousal. My eyes lift to yours as you smile and try to move your arms and then freeze.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Puppet Master - When I was right next to them and they still did not notice, I put my lips to his ear (loud music, you know) and whispered “Touch her boobs, I bet she’d like that” and I backed up a foot.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Shaping Some Limits - “If you ever did that to me, I promise you would never see me again”.Those words were spoken to me this past weekend by my pet during one of our overnight dates. The subject was face slapping.

See also: Pleasurists #77 for all your sex toy review needs.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Kink & Fetish

12 Licks of the Tawse
A Canvas for Pain
Best Friends
Fetish: What's Yours?
Needles and Cock Choking
One Couple's Journey into Kink, part 2
Pieces of Skin and Bone
Please hurt me unbearably, you fucking fucker!
Ssssh…
The Taskmaster's Whip

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A (Short) Ode to Uncut Cocks
Compersive Vanillas?
How Fear can Lead to Understanding and Trust
I am not a rapist...
Mother's Day Gift
On threesomes
On Friendship
Playing Nice On The Swingset
Tyler and Holly Give Swing Clubs Another Chance
The Virgin in the Family/Do Not Enter
third person
Whacking For America

Erotic Writing

26 minutes
A Request For Help
Are you willing, Are You?
A Squirting Experience
All Dressed Up - The Party ....part 2
Beginning
Book Orgasm
Dhanurasana
Flesh for Fantasy
Filled
Getting Lost in the Forest
Guest Post: Truck
Go Habs Go Domme Style
hotel window
How Do I Find You Sexy?
I'll Be Waiting
Jim and Lisa
Keeping It In The Family
Mind the Gap
My Sluttiest Moment
My First Blowjob
Me, Myself & My Clit
Not Tonight Dear, I've Got A Headache (Part 2)
Pure, Unadulterated Desire
Predatory
rhythm
Something Different
slumber interruptis
therapy session #1
Wanton Wednesday- Fuck-toy
Wednesday Night Blues

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
Eden Fantasys Newbie Help Guide
What the fuck, EdenFantasys?
Workshops and More at the ALCC

Pleasurists #79

2010-05-25T23:00:00.000-04:00

by Kedralynn
Welcome to Pleasurists, a round-up of the adult product and sex toy reviews that came out in the last seven days. For updates and information follow our RSS Feed and Twitter.

Did you miss Pleasurists #78? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #80? Be sure to read our submission guidelines and then use our submission form and submit it before Sunday May 30th at 11:59pm PDT.

Want to win some swag? All you’ve got to do is enter.

$300 Shopping Spree Deadline: May 31st.
National Masturbation Month Giveaway Deadline: May 31st.
Win a Bliss 3 Mini Vibe Deadline: May 31st @ 11:59pm Eastern.
Win a Bride-to-Be Collection Deadline: May 31st @ 11:59pm Eastern.
Win A Premium Toy Set AND A Free Session With Dr. Ruthie Deadline: May 31st.
Enter to Win an Incoqnito Lambskin Collar! Deadline: May 31st @ 11am Central.
TabuToys.com Erotic Story Contest Deadline: June 1st.
Vamp Giveaway Deadline: June 1st.
Fluid: Women Redefining Sexuality DVD Giveaway Deadline: June 6th.
How Do You Define Your Sexuality? Contest! Deadline: June 6th @ 11:59pm Central.

Looking for sexy posts other than reviews?

e[lust] #14

Editor

Scarlet Lotus St. Syr

On to the reviews…

Vibrators

Dildos

Anal Toys

Toys for Cocks

Lube, Massage Oil, Bath Stuff, & etc.

BDSM/Fetish

Adult Books/Games

Adult Movies & Porn

Sex Furniture

Sportsheets Hump, Bump, & Vibe by Thick Shady

Miscellaneous

Pleasurists #78

2010-05-24T23:00:00.000-04:00

by Compass Rose Studios
Welcome to Pleasurists, a round-up of the adult product and sex toy reviews that came out in the last seven days. For updates and information follow our RSS Feed and Twitter.
Did you miss Pleasurists #77? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #80? Be sure to read our submission guidelines and then use our submission form and submit it before Sunday May 30th at 11:59pm PDT.
Want to win some swag? All you’ve got to do is enter.

$300 Shopping Spree Deadline: May 31st.
National Masturbation Month Giveaway Deadline: May 31st.
Win a Bliss 3 Mini Vibe Deadline: May 31st @ 11:59pm Eastern.
Win a Bride-to-Be Collection Deadline: May 31st @ 11:59pm Eastern.
Win A Premium Toy Set AND A Free Session With Dr. Ruthie Deadline: May 31st.
Enter to Win an Incoqnito Lambskin Collar! Deadline: May 31st @ 11am Central.
TabuToys.com Erotic Story Contest Deadline: June 1st.
Vamp Giveaway Deadline: June 1st.

Looking for sexy posts other than reviews?

e[lust] #13
Editor

Scarlet Lotus St. Syr
On to the reviews…
Vibrators

Couture Collection Inspire by True Pleasures
We-Vibe 2 by Dr. Ruthie
Vibratex Mystic Wand by Joan Price
Perfect Pet by Sammi
Fun Factory Tango by Dr. Ruthie
G-Swirl by Carrie Ann
OhMiBod Club Vibe by Sammi
OhMiBod Club Vibe by Kynky Kytty
Spiral of Bliss by Sammi
Lustre by Red Vinyl Kitty
LELO Nea by Jonsbabydoll
LELO Nea by Marilyn
Ophoria Bliss 1 by The Countess
OhMiBod Naughtibod by Mistress Arabella
Tantus Buzz 1 by Kynky Kytty
Euphoria Pleasure Ride by la petite

Dildos

Anal Toys

Toys for Cocks

Lube, Massage Oil, Bath Stuff, & etc.

BDSM/Fetish

Adult Books/Games

Adult Movies & Porn

Miscellaneous

The Virgin in the Family/Do Not Enter

2010-05-20T02:10:00.006-04:00

On Easter Sunday after the morning service my family and I held hands in a circle, our pastor's hands on mine and my sister's shoulders linking us all as he prayed to commit my youngest sister's purity ring.

Yes, her purity ring.

I was brought to tears thinking of how much this could mean in her life and what her relationships with men will be like. It made me think back (which I never do) and imagine what life would have been like if I had gone the road of faith and pledged my body to God until I was married.

Photo via myfaithspace.ning.com

I didn't lose my virginity until I was almost 17 and it was to my boyfriend in the Marine Corp who was also a virgin and I have no regrets. We loved one another and had waited for longer than a year to have sex all through him finishing high school and then going through basic training.

We met on a beach and ran into the ocean with our clothes on and when we walked back to his truck with our friends, he let me wear his size 14 sandals because I couldn't get my sandy, wet legs back into my knee-high leather boots. He asked me if he could kiss me for the first time and I was sure that he would be big in my life. I was right.

That said, while I have no regrets, as we stood in a circle up near the stage of the auditorium with our hands clasped to pray for God to bless my sister's strength of will I tried to imagine my life if I had always said "No" and stayed chaste until marriage.

It was hard to do.

I won't say that sex has defined my life but it has definitely changed it, and changed me too. Sex complicated things, it simplified things, it killed things and made things happen. I've felt pleasure and pain and sadness and joy but most of all I would define my relationship with sex as an ever-evolving process of finding myself and my body and my strength through my power as a woman.

I'm glad that sex is not a huge mystery, that its not something to fear or hold high on a pedestal. It is important in your life, but not something to become totally fixated on.

That being said, it brings me to the current day and the fact that I'm dating someone new...but we can't have sex.

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Almost three weeks ago I had a small internal surgery that became a big problem when during the supposedly simple procedure, my ureter ripped 4 inches south and had to sutured. Three days later, the sutures ripped and I was back in the ER. As much as that was a *totally fun night* for me, it got worse. The doctor who sewed me up brought me out of anesthesia with a question,

"Guess who's not having sex for a month?"

In my drugged addled state I replied,

"You?"

He laughed and said,

"No, you sweetheart."

I closed my eyes and let my head drop back down on the pillow, hardly contemplating the ramifications of this bit of information. For the first few days I was pissed that their mistake was going to hamper my quality of life but then I came to realization that what happens, happens and nothing can stop it. I smiled and prayed for a quick recovery and a reprieve from my usually overly lustful needs.

About two weeks ago at a dinner party I met a guy who was really interesting to talk to and whom about I said silently to myself, "Now this is going to be trouble" when I saw his masculine frame seated across the table from me. We hung out later into the night and ended up talking over the phone once we both went home until the sun came up and agreed to meet up for coffee the the next afternoon. We agreed to be friends but something stirred and we both knew it wasn't going to just stay "platonic".

The night he kissed me, I knew it wasn't going to be a simple situation. There was more to the attraction than we had both imagined but we didn't know what to do with it. My invisible chastity belt has been in the way and its been so interesting to feel my way through my feelings and longings versus just letting our bodies do the thinking. We have an undeniable animal attraction, something vital that could become something bigger if allowed.

For now I'm glad to have the buffer of my locked up panties to allow the tension an need to build up. The insane thing is that though my sex drive is higher than its been in the past few months, I have this need to refrain from touching myself because I only want to orgasm with him (Wow, I just shocked even myself with that sudden realization!).

I'm glad we have the time to let things work themselves out, build and change before we get lost in the lust that has so often consumed me in the past. Don't get me wrong though, I want to dig into him like nobody's business but for now, its huge for me to see past his trousers.

For the moment, only time will tell what this dynamic will or will not do for the forces at work between us. I don't want to sound like a giggling school girl, but I'm excited to see what will happen next.

The Monday Buzz: Fun Factory Share XS

2010-05-17T12:00:00.001-04:00

No matter how many Fun Factory toys I've reviewed I'm always blown away by their quality, attention to detail and their absolute functionality; the Share XS is no different. Each toy always comes with their awesome Toy Fluid lubricant, a full color mini-catalog, instructions (in a million different languages!) a whimsically designed box, and of course your toy.

The Share XS is a toy I would describe as an "internal strapless strap-on" although it is labeled as a "penetrator", it has two ends, one which I will refer to as "the business end" which has an insertable length of 3.5 inches and then you have your insertable end with an insertable length of 5 inches, which the wearer secures inside of their vagina. I've used several different models of this type of toy from several different companies but this toy, hands down has the best functionality of any I have used.

The insertable end is contoured and textured perfectly to stay in place while you get down. The weight of the toy is just enough to help it too, which is something you might not realize until you yourself put it into practice.

I'm a total snob when it comes to materials and the matte silicone of this toy fits my preference perfectly; the texture is half the fun of it. Lubricants (no silicone lubes on your silicone toys!) is silky smooth on its surface and the material really warms up nicely to body heat in no time.

This toy would be the perfect starting place for couples interested in female on male penetration because the "business end" is smaller and gently contoured for easy insertion and a gentle glide.

Another less conventional usage for this is toy could be for sapphically motivated post-op male to female (FTM) transgendered women who feel a need for more passive yet lustful penetrative love making. The gap in the adult product world has never been so wide as it is for transgendered individuals; but now with this versatile and oh-so-anatomically designed device of pleasure, lustful tension can be found for those who have finally found their true forms through modern medical science as never before.

Be prepared to go for hours because this little guy doesn't quit. Not only do they have this smaller version but they also have the Share and Share XL, which are both really amazing toys as well. Every woman will be amazed bu the fun that a little but of power brings with the Share XS, brought to you by my friends at Tabutoys.com.

The Monday Buzz: Euphoria Pleasure Ride

2010-05-10T00:00:00.011-04:00

I always love when my post-chick (yeah my mailman is a hot, blond chick, oh that gives me an idea...) comes to my door with my packages for the week because there's always fun stuff on its way to me from my lovely retailers.

When I opened the Euphoria Pleasure Ride from my friend at TabutToys.com I have to be honest that I wasn't that excited because I find that I'm not much of a size queen when it comes to my toys, being such a delicate flower as I am (haha, right?) but it really surprised me once I got going with it. I found the best position is not one where you have the toy fully inserted but one where you can feel the very prominent end resting against your G-spot. Everyone's anatomy is different though so finding out the best position for you is all part of the fun.

I took a little snapshot with a bottle of pop to show some scale.

Its a gorgeous devil-red in a nicely firm yet giving pthhalate-free rubber and it sits on a huge integrated suction cup right on the bottom so you can stick it...well anywhere really. I stuck it to one of my kitchen table chairs so I could ride it, just like the title describes and that worked like magic.

The size of this toy actually works for it to put the angled bump right up against your G-Spot with ease and saves time because there's no need for fussy searching. I would recommend using lots of ube and being very lusty before you take on the Euphoria because once you get into a nice rhythm you won't want to stop to re-juice with your lube.

The little detachable battery pack uses two AA batteries to power two VERY strong internally integrated vibrating motors, one in the head and one more near the center of the curved shaft. There seemed to be three distinct levels vibration rather than a more smooth elevation of sensation but that was actually really nice. The power level is easy changed with a quick turn of your thumb on the little wheel of the control.

Although this toy is not waterproof, the control/battery pack is detachable so cleaning is easier but I do recommend that you try to avoid submerging the power cord fully in water. A quick spray with some toy cleaner, a rub and rinse and you should have a pretty mean clean going with this guy.

Now you've heard about it, go to TabuToys.com and pick up the fabulous Euphoria Pleasure Ride cuz you know you want to.

Gilding My Body With Heat

2010-05-06T00:30:00.004-04:00

The heat from between the sheets has compounded as I lay in a heap here under you.

You wrestled the orgasms out of me like fighting titans and now I remain utterly powerless within my frame of flesh. Knocked down eighty-five notches and totally without complaint, mind or reason. I've been fucked to the point of loss of self.

Damn, it feels good to be alive.

The hours before twilight are the best for their dying rays.

This is worth going to hell for, answering to your morals for and making excuses for. Make your arguments to your piety and your morality and your salvation but this is the moments we all look for. A moment when you cease to exist in any of the pain or doubt of your life, your body, or your intelligence. My flesh does not feel compromised by this invasion but it completely reborn from it.

You stroked me. You licked me. You grabbed me. You invaded me. You bit me. You slapped me.

You erased me, even if just for a few post-coital moments.

I can feel every hollow, valley, and joint in my body; they all are asleep and only my brain gently lolls around in my skull. I am tired, sexed out and done for the night.

Your cock was so hard as it drove into me and even if it wasn't like the fairy tale love stories, I relive it to find my body quaking with the passion of it. My hand can feel the texture of your hard cock slipping into my warm, wet slit. My lips are sore for taking you there too, my throat as well and I will smile to myself when I awake in the morning to still feel that ache from taking you so deeply.

This is for now but not for always. I'm ok. I'm glad. I'm happy. I'm elated

The Man Made To Love Me

2010-04-01T00:00:00.006-04:00

The man made to love me is out there somewhere.

The man made to love me will be sweet yet real and without exaggeration or swagger.

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The man made to love me will be loving yet sexual and not afraid to give it to me hard without thinking its disrespectful or wrong to see me as a sexual object, at least for the moment.

The man made to love me will feel lucky to have me in his life and feel blessed to have my devotion and desire to please and love him.

The man made to love me will be strong and brave yet not without fault for the flaws in people show their brightest points even brighter.

The man made to love me will feel family is the most important thing in life and that quitting or burning it to the ground in fear is not an option.

The man made to love me will be able to put up with my sometime fragility and weakness of body.

The man made to love me will love kissing me with love and passion as much as holding a hand tight against my throat as she fucks me deeply and without remorse.

The man made to love me will understand my strengths and weaknesses and give as much as I give and love as much as I love and respect me as I respect him and though life and love is never perfect, I know this man exists.

/written June 2008, personal journals

e[lust] #10

2010-03-23T22:00:00.024-04:00

HNT Courtesy of Babe Lincoln

Welcome to e[lust] - The 10th edition! Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #11? Start with the rules, check out the schedule in the site’s sidebar and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Negotiation – Not Nearly As Awkward As Having a Breakdown in Public – All the worries about getting to know a new person (“Am I dressed ok? Are they gonna like my stories about my grandma?”) get exaggerated when you’re talking about sex and desire…

Dollar Store Domme – He definitely can’t elude the dollops of toothpaste I dab onto his nipples. It takes a delicious second before he feels the cool burn penetrate his flesh. By that time I’m already up and selecting a plastic spatula from the credenza.

The Best of Both Worlds or Lost in Limbo? – Whether intentional or unthinking, bisexual denial is a frustrating thing for bisexual, pansexual or ‘fluid’ people to have to deal with.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Navigating Genderqueer in Suburbia – But pray tell how do the rest of us navigate it? How the hell am I supposed to know if you identify as male or just like dressing like one?

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

The Daddy Issue: Sexualizing Abuse – I needed to walk through this fear, and turn it into pleasure. I needed to prove to myself that he hadn’t broken me. That he hadn’t changed who I was to become. That I was not affected by what he did. That he didn’t abuse me.

See also: Pleasurists #69 and #70 for all your sex toy review needs.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Writing

15 minute phone sex
…And Orgasms On Demand
A Neighbor In Need #7
Afternoon Delight!
Casino
Desperation & Dominance
Dreams
Evening Home, Part 3
First Asleep Loses
Happy ending
I Got….
I am a keeper of secrets
I Got Fucked
I am Coming for You: A Letter to Scin
Late Night Satisfaction
Lolita’s Mother
Making M Squirt
Sir ~ intro
The Hatter
The Flash Fiction Friday FAQ!
Trussed
We fucked, they applauded
Where there is a libido, there is a way
Wicked Wednesday: Idyll

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

20 Reasons Why Sex Is Good
Defining Sex
Hurt me, Pet
I Was Raped
Playing Dumb
Red Flags of an Abusive Partner, Part 2
Restrictions and Satisfaction
Someone Else’s Shoes
Sex Isn’t Everything
The Art of Sensual Touching-Caressing for You and Your Partner
The STI You Haven’t Heard of: Molluscum contagiosum
The Suit
Vibrant Woman or Live Masturbation Sleeve
What I Don’t Need

Kink & Fetish

A Little Girl’s Need for Submission
Are You Done Yet?
A Reformatory Punishment
BDSM Advice Series: Floggers
Bruises
Determined to bind
His Slut
I Really Wasn’t In The Mood
Impact
Pain and Healing
Questions From DH About These Things We Do
Surrender
Sub Drop: Fact or Fiction?
Tiiu Ashcraft – Fetish Artist and Beauty
The Eroticism of Tattoos
The Competition
Wanting to want

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

A History of Violence
Asshat of the Day Award
Awesome Mentoring Work and Upcoming Apprenticeship

Pleasurists #70

2010-03-22T22:00:00.000-04:00

Explored! by Tascha Elliott
Welcome to Pleasurists, a round-up of the adult product and sex toy reviews that came out in the last seven days. For updates and information follow our RSS Feed and Twitter.
Did you miss Pleasurists #69? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #71? Be sure to read our submission guidelines and then use our submission form and submit it before Sunday March 21st at 11:59pm PDT.
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Five Years of The S Spot! Deadline: March 24th @ Noon.
Spring Fever Giveaway Deadline: March 27th @ Midnight Eastern.
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Blog Anniversary Contest Deadline: March 31st.
Jessie’s I Dare You Spring Giveaway Deadline: March 31st @ Midnight.
Win a Green Ophoria V Ring Deadline: March 31st.
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Editor’s Pick

Crystal Delights Glass Plug by Britni TheVadgeWig

The plug is Pyrex, and they claim that it’s a Swarovski crystal in the base. I, of course, have no way of confirming that, but it’s pretty cool to think I could be walking around with a Swarovski crystal in my butt! WAY cooler than whatever those vajazzling shenanigans are, if you ask me.

Editor’s Note: Not only am I in serious love with this product the quote above made me fall in serious love with this review, in addition to the fact that it is well-written and generally fantastic. Read! Enjoy! Get one of your own so you can have a “beautifully jeweled butthole!”

Editor

Scarlet Lotus St. Syr
On to the reviews…
Vibrators

Dildos

Topco Grrltoyz Buster by Angel deSanguine
Tantus Hank by Britni TheVadgeWig
Tantus Purr by Kynky Kytty
Unicorn Horn by Carrie Ann
Wave Wand by Gray Mustang

Anal Toys

Toys for Cocks

Lube, Massage Oil, Bath Stuff, & etc.

Babeland Body Massage Oil Spray by True Pleasures

BDSM/Fetish

Adult Books

The Pleasure’s All Mine by Mistress Kay

Adult Movies & Porn

Lingerie

Pink Satin Brocade Corset by Sarahbear

Sex Furniture

Liberator Axis by Valynn

Miscellaneous

The Monday Buzz: Evolved Fleur de Lis Pure Vibe

2010-03-22T14:00:00.029-04:00

Every girl needs her go-to vibe for when she's feeling uncomplicated and randy, but that doesn't mean her vibe needs to be boring. Evolved and TabuToys.com bring us the Fleur de Lis Pure Vibe for just that reason; simplicity, quality and clean lines with power to back it all up.

Evolved Fleur de Lis Pure Vibe
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This silky, pink vibe just needs two AA batteries to amp up your fun with more power than you can imagine and in such a cute and modern design. The vibe works through its three levels of vibration when you click just one silicone button at the bottom making it easy and fun. Since its waterproof, it can go in the bath, shower, pool, spa...just about anywhere with water for some splash-proof fun. At 7 inches long and 1.5 inches thick, it has a size that makes it substantial without being intimidating.

The Pure is made of hard, molded, non-toxic ABS plastic, yet the texture of its surface is silky smooth and warms quickly to your body's temperature. Evolved has put a huge emphasis on health and quality materials like silicone, ABS and other phthalate-free plastics which makes them one of my favorites in the industry.

Another cool feature of this product and others by Evolved is the aluminum box it comes in. Foam molded inside keeps your toy safe and in place while the little locking clamps on the top and bottom keep the lid on securely making it perfect for travel as well as storage. You gotta love the little extra that the storage box brings.

My favorite thing about this toy is that it definitely deceives you upon first glance as it looks like a standard vibe yet its velvety surface and strong vibrations make you a believer the moment you click it into action. Take it from me when I say that its quality, form and power make it anything but ordinary.

They Take Away The Music

2010-03-18T00:00:00.003-04:00

We all have that song that we identify with that person in our life, that song that captures a moment in time and every time you hear it, whether its been a minute or a month since you last saw that person for whom you pine, it will bring you straight back to those moments.

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When the men in my life have walked out or have been kicked out, they take these songs with them and even if I never want to envision their faces in my mind's eye, remember their hands on my curves or cry a tear I promised I would never shed again, these songs always bring all that right back to me.
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Come Home Soon /Shedaisy
"I don't know what you're doin', And I don't know where you are, But I look up at that great big sky, And I hope you're wishin' on that same bright star. I wonder, I pray. And I sleep alone, I cry alone, And it's so hard livin' here on my own, So please, come home soon."

Far Away /Nickelback
"You know, That I love you, I have loved you all along, And I miss you, Been far away for far too long, I keep dreaming youll be with me and you'll never go, Stop breathing if I dont see you anymore. So far away."

Simple and Clean /Utada Hikaru
"Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight, It's hard to let it go. Hold me, Whatever lies beyond this morning, Is a little later on, Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all, Nothing's like before..."

Photograph /Nickelback
"Every memory of looking out the back door, I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor...Every memory of walking out the front door, I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for, It's hard to say it, time to say it, Goodbye, goodbye."

Wake Me Up When September Ends /Green Day
"Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars, drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are, as my memory rests, but never forgets what I lost, wake me up when September ends. Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last..."

Chasing Cars /Snow Patrol
"Those three words, Are said too much, They're not enough.
If I lay here, If I just lay here, Would you lie with me and just forget the world?"

You Can Leave Your Hat On /Joe Cocker
"Baby take off your coat, Real slow, Take off your shoes, I'll take off your shoes, Baby take off your dress, Yes, yes, yes...You can leave your hat on."

Not An Addict /K's Choice
"I'm not an addict, maybe that's a lie. Free me, leave me, Watch me as I'm going down, Free me, see me, Look at me I'm falling and I'm falling. It is not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive if you don't have it, you're on the other side."

Lose Control /Evanescence
"Can we play the game your way? Can I really lose control? Just once in my life, I think it'd be nice just to lose control just once with all the pretty flowers in the dust...If I cut you down to a thing I can use, I fear there will be nothing good left of you."

Believe in Me /Lenny Kravitz
"Where's the love we had? When did it go bad? Or am I just insecure? I give all I can baby, I'm your man tell me what we're in this for, remind me."

Til Summer Comes Around /Keith Urban
"But I close my eyes and one more time we're spinning around and you're holding on tightly. The words came out, I kissed your mouth..."

Pleasurists #69

2010-03-16T15:00:00.000-04:00

Britni C by Deborah Kolb
Welcome to Pleasurists, a round-up of the adult product and sex toy reviews that came out in the last seven days. For updates and information follow our RSS Feed and Twitter.
Did you miss Pleasurists #68? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #70? Be sure to read our submission guidelines and then use our submission form and submit it before Sunday March 21st at 11:59pm PDT.
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Happy Birthday Giveaway Deadline: March 18th @ Noon Eastern.
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For the Ladies Sex Toy Giveaway Deadline: March 8th, 15th, and 22nd.
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Editor’s Pick

Tantus Hoss by Sammi

Hoss is enormous. Humongous. Gigantic. Bigger than big. He makes Randy look like a beginner’s toy (and Randy most definitely is not).

Editor’s Note: This is a seriously impressive review because, among other things, Hoss is a seriously impressive toy. I thought it a fitting EP for an impressive edition both in number (69) and in review count (80).

Editor

Scarlet Lotus St. Syr
On to the reviews…
Vibrators

Dildos

Jollies Jollet by Amber from Scarlet’s Letter
Jollies Jollet by Epiphora
Tantus Rascal O2 by Sarahbear
LELO Ella by Scintillectual
Tantus G-Force by Ginger Leigh
Tantus G-Force by Saraid
Vixen Vixskin vs. Tantus O2 by Carrie Ann
Goldfrau by Red
Don Wands Pleasure Wand by la petite

Anal Toys

Toys for Cocks

Lube, Massage Oil, Bath Stuff, & etc.

BDSM/Fetish

Adult Books

Adult Movies & Porn

Lingerie

Storage

Miscellaneous

The Monday Buzz: Intimate Accessories Anti-Bacterial Toy Cleaner

2010-03-15T00:00:00.002-04:00

We all love a tumble in the sheets with our favorite toys but when it comes to clean-up, are we caring for our toys and our health in a manner befitting our passions? California Exotic paired up with The Berman Center to put out Intimate Accessories Anti-Bacterial Toy Cleaner; a handy and healthy spray cleaner to fit all your dirty toy needs with all the bacteria fighting ability girls-in-the-know expect.

Intimate Accessories Anti-Bacterial Toy Cleaner

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The 6.28 ounce spray is most notably made up of Deionized Water, Hydroxide (the main cleansing agent in baby shampoo/washes), Tetrasodium EDTA (chelating agent that acts to soften water and other liquids), Propylene Glycol(used most commonly as a fragrance element, here used as a scent balancing additive), and the active ingredient Triclosan (anti-bacterial agent).

Triclosan works to kill all the bacteria on your toy while the other ingredients work to effectively wash debris clean to leave your toy spotless and sparkling clean for your pleasure the next time around.

I found that wetting my toy first with warm water, spraying on the cleaner and then sudsing up the cleaner over the toy's surface worked the best followed by finishing with a nice thorough rise afterward. The spray leaves a nice clean smell without being like perfume and the feel is like your toy is brand new.

The spray must be rinsed off after use for the most healthy results and can be used on any material though I wouldn't reccommend letting it stay on long if you're cleaning a jelly toy.

Though we all seem to take for granted the health concerns when it comes to our toys, its never too late to make new habits and include a great toy cleaner like this in your arsenal. All it takes is some planning a great rpoduct like this from tabutoys.com and in no time you'll be living clean.

I Was Raped

2010-03-11T00:00:00.087-05:00

After reading some of the first posts February from Britni at Oh My God, That Britni's Shameless, on how she broke down and told her mom about her rape experience that she had been hiding from her to save her the pain of it, I got the courage to finally write about and post my recollection of being raped when I was thirteen. I'm sparing no detail, so please be aware it may to hard to deal with for those who have also been victimized or are very sensitive to sexual violence.

WARNING: MEMOIR AND PHOTOS MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR THOSE WITH RAPE IN THEIR PAST

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Joshua was seventeen and rich and drove an Escalade his parents bought him when he landed a scholarship to M.I.T.. He always seemed to be everywhere and always with different people and he had this feeling of mystery to him that would make you cock your head after he waved to you. He had curly blond hair and always wore tank tops under open button-up shirts and I thought he was amazing.

We met at a New Year's Eve party at a local park that my best friend dragged me to. My best friend's boyfriend introduced me to him ("...most rapes are committed by someone the victim knows.") and when he actually seemed to want to talk to me, I was exhilarated. At this point in my life I never really cared about boys because I was very concentrated on school, my family, and my burgeoning depression; every doctor I saw about it wanted to chuck as many pills at me as possible. Suffice it to say that I was not at all in the mind set to set myself up with even more drama if it was at all possible to keep it low.

I saw guys and listened to my friends go on and on about them and even listened when my two best friends told me (when we were all eleven years old) all about how they lost their virginity to so-and-so and who they were planning to screw next now that their virginities were "out of their way".

I prayed for my friends and even would go lend an ear when they lay prostrate with grief on their beds listening to N'Sync and crying to me about how all men were assholes. We were twelve and we already had this sex-centered view of relationships and I tried so hard to stay away from it all.

As Joshua and I sat on the bleachers watching people drink and jump around and make out all around us, we just talked about music and school and colleges and when midnight struck we wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead saying,

"Happy New Year, beautiful."

It was the first time a guy had said that to me and I was sent flying.

I had my first kiss only two months previous in November when I was dared to kiss a senior at a friend's birthday party and afterward I thought I was in love. After he sent back a letter I had written him (my first and only love letter as a teen) with a note scrawled on the outside of the envelope that said "You're thirteen, you're in love with everybody. Leave me alone."

I was totally crushed and fervently resumed my campaign to remain aloof of guys and focus on my life. So when Joshua only kissed my forehead so sweetly that night, I was so touched I softened to him, not knowing how he actually was inside.

In the following weeks, Joshua and I constantly IMed, emailed can called each other. When I sent him a photo of my friend and I in our bathing suits during summer vacation he typed back,

You're so pretty, def more pretty than that girl.

I was flattered beyond reality when he told me that because I had always felt physically inferior to that particular friend who was super-sexed and wore tank tops with spaghetti straps and short-shorts whereas I wore polos and skirts or jeans almost everyday. Suffice to say, Joshua was very smooth and soon had me missing him and thinking about him in ways I hadn't with any other person.

Two weeks later, a neighbor had asked me to stay at her house overnight while she away on business so I could look after her aging dog. My parents let me go since it was only about eight houses down from our own and it wasn't a school night. I felt very mature and cool walking down the street with her house keys in my hand and my backpack slung over my shoulder.

Initially, I was jazzed to be able to hang out all alone and do whatever I wanted but by eleven I was bored and slightly spooked by the giant, empty house all around me.

I decided to call Joshua to see if he could cheer me up and when his voice came down the line I was instantly cured of my fright. We talked for about half an hour before I told him about the real reason I was calling so late and after I told him, he laughed,

"You're so cute, its only a dark house. Nothing to worry about. If you're really freaked out I could always drive over and keep you company."

Instantly, my stomach dropped as I knew this would not be a good idea. I realized I was spacing out when I heard him calling my name over the phone and snapped out of it,

"I don't know, that's not really respectful of my neighbor because she's gone and everything." He replied,

"Well ok, if you don't want to see me..." Immediately, I recanted,

"No of course I want to see you, I just didn't want to get in trouble. You could always come over and we can just hang out on the front porch."

As I hung up the phone, my sense of foreboding left me and was replaced my excitement; A boy is coming here! To see me!

When the doorbell rang half an hour later, I answered it with a smile and when I come outside Joshua gave me a huge hug before we settled on the top step of the landing. We talked for a while about everything we always did, music, our parents, school until something changed; he put his hand on mine. I blushed and thanked God it was mostly dark so he wouldn't see. When I turned my face away from him he questioned me,

"Are you ok?"

I nodded and looked back at him. He bumped my shoulder with his and when our eyes met again and he lent in to kiss me, I knew what I was supposed to do, so I closed my eyes let him kiss me. Soon enough the kissing became more fervent and when he tried to touch my breasts I pushed his hand away. Five minutes later he tried again and once I again I pushed it away. He sighed in frustration and pulled away from me,

"God, Petite, don't you like me?" I nodded "Well why won't you let me cop a feel then? Its just your boobs."

I sat back with my arms stretched out behind me,

"Well I don't let people touch them, even if they are just boobs." I spat back at him edgily.

"Fine, Ok. Let's just kiss, I won't try it again."

This time his kisses were harder and actually started to hurt my lips and after trying several times to pull away from him, he had already backed me up against the farthest edge of the step. Then, even though he had promised not to (Gee, boys do that?), he tried snaking his hand up the front of my shirt to fondle me but this time when I tried to pull away, he didn't just relent, he pushed me down against the steps, his hand still venturing on,

"Ok Joshua, stop, this is stupid. You need to go home."

All I got was a "No" half shouted right in my face. I knew then that it wasn't funny anymore.

I struggled to get up as he ripped at my bra finally tearing one strap and pushing my shirt up over my breasts, leaving my right one exposed. Tears came to my eyes when I realized that this was not fun.

"Please Joshua, stop! Quit it!"

He bit my lip as he kissed me so hard that I could taste blood and my tears renewed themselves ten fold. All the time I shouted at him and smacked him, saying his name. It worked to no avail and as he glared at me through the partial darkness of the night, I shrank back in fear.

When he grabbed the hem of my ankle-length skirt and started to pull it up, I started shaking, helpless to do anything but crying and try not move to avoid him hitting me. I heard ripping and when he pulled down so hard on my panties that I cried out, he only seemed to become more turned on.

"Please Joshua, don't do this. I'm a virgin! You know this is wrong, please."

He ignored me and even when I kicked him in the stomach in my struggle to get away from him he never relented, one hand holding me down the whole time. When I heard the zing of zipper as he undid his fly, all I could do was sob and pray. I kicked and screamed for help and even though it was only 11:30 on a Saturday night and we were in idyllic suburbia, no one heard my cries, no one called out to help me.

No one knew a young girl was being brutalized not even 100 feet away.

When he slammed himself down in front of me between my legs I slapped at him when I got one hand free and started tearing at his face. I watched his dick swing in front of me as he grabbed the hand back and mashed it back under his own against the cement, the tears streamed down my face and I thought,

So this is it. This is what is going to happen to me right now.

With all the kicking and struggling, he must have been really excited because by the time he had barely forced an inch of himself inside of me, he came, his body spasmed on top of me as sobs shook me. I finally stopped struggling and instead just laid there, still crying, still scared.

Eventually he got up, and zipping his pants as he walked the ten steps to his car and when he he spoke his voice was still somewhat breathless,

"Go take a shower or something and stop crying. Don't call or text me, ever."

I covered my face with my hands and curled up in a ball, my ripped clothes barely covering me in the half-light of the porch. The worst moment was when I laid down over the top step and when I felt the hot wetness of his semen slosh out of me I started hyperventilating and had to cover my own mouth with both hands to calm my breathing in between the sobs.

I laid for hours on those steps until my body was numb and my throat was so sore I couldn't cry anymore.

Photo courtesy of lovebitesandbruises at Flickr

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Finally I dragged myself inside, slamming and locking the door behind me. I trudged up the stairs, and to the bathroom where I locked the door, turned the hot water on and slowly started to undress. As I pulled off the remains of my skirt, I noticed the thin trickle of blood that was running down the inside of both of my legs, leading from big smudges of red all over the top of both thighs and all over my vaginal lips, leaving little spots of red on the perfectly white bathroom rug. I put my back against the wall and let myself slide down, grasping my skirt in my hands as I started to cry yet again. I had no tears left so my body only shook.

I stayed in the shower, my long hair over my face as I sat on the floor of the stall until the water began to run cold. After I got out and dressed in pajamas, I crept downstairs with my ripped clothes wrapped in a bundle with the rug around it. I ran to the neighbor's house through the bushes and gingerly opened their garbage can, moving aside a bag to hide the ripped, bloody evidence underneath.

Later as I laid in the big white bed, I felt nothing and thought nothing aside from "What do I say to my mom if I get pregnant even though I didn't do anything wrong, even though I didn't choose this?"

I only fell asleep after the morning light began to creep through the windows, my body finally succumbing to its exhaustion and pain.

As the weeks went by, I couldn't be in the room with my mom without having to look away from her. She and I are about as close as mother and daughter can be and my love for her is bigger than anything in my life so naturally, this was the most difficult time for me and it broke my heart. What would break my heart more than the silence and secret would have been if I told her about what happened then she too would feel my pain, she would mourn for me and suffer for me and I didn't want to add to her already overloaded life.

I felt that just because I was hurting, didn't mean my mom had to hurt too and if she had anger, I couldn't deal with that most of all.

After the third week after the incident, I was looking in my planner trying to organize my project deadlines for school when I realized that my period was almost two weeks late.

Two weeks late.

I threw my planner across the room as if it would make a difference, as if it could alter time or space or matter. I couldn't even cry I was so out of it. My hand immediately went to my lower abdomen and I almost wretched at the thought of it.

Photo courtesy of lovebitesandbruises at Flickr

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When my mother was seventeen, she was date-raped by a guy her friend set her up after he threw her in the back of his 70's panel van onto a bare mattress and slammed the doors behind them. A month later she found out she was pregnant and scheduled an a-b-o-r-t-i-o-n.

On the day that the procedure was scheduled she woke up and realized she was miscarrying. On the day the procedure was scheduled, a huge portion of Los Angeles burned down and she held her own mother's hand as they watched the smoke plume over the city.

My grandmother went to her gave never knowing her daughter had been brutalized and lost a child so young and sometimes I wonder how my mother feels about that. Was she glad to shield my grandmother from having to live her pain? Was she regretful that she had to live it alone?

That night as I lay in bed for hours with my guts churning, tears burning into my cheeks as I thought of how life would be after having an abortion, or after having a baby who was the product of my rape and the theft of my virginity. Around 2 am, something strange happened; my door opened, light pouring in around the silhouette of my mother,

"Are you still awake honey? Are you ok?"

"Mom? Why are you awake? Why did you come in here?" I was totally shocked.

"Oh you know, sometimes I get a feeling and I have to get up and look in on you guys. I do this sometimes but you're always asleep. Its the mommy-magic thing, you know?"

I nodded and pulled the blankets up to my chin knowing that this was the time,

"Hey mom? I have to tell you something."

She stood in the doorway as I told her the short version of what happened. I was crying and half-hiding under my blankets, the light pouring in over me.

"...and now I don't know if I might be pregnant or not. I'm really scared."

Then my mom did something very uncharacteristic, she said,

"Well, we'll deal with it if it becomes an issue but you're ok right? You're not hurt?"

I nodded and then she said goodnight, closed the door and went back to her bedroom that she shared with my father.

This was a huge deal because my mother is the sort of touchy-feely mom who hugs and kisses you and gives you so much praise and affection you feel like you'll pop. It scared me like nothing else had that she didn't cry, she didn't come over to me but remained calm and aloof and just went back to bed. I knew she had to be angry with me.

The next morning I found out I had been wrong when I came down for breakfast before school. Her face was red and puffy and her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, she hadn't slept at all last night and had probably spent the better part of it crying her eyes out over me. I felt better and worse at the same time. On one hand, my mother wasn't angry and detached but on the other, my unexpected news broadcast had kept her up all night crying and worrying for me. I was even more conflicted.

As I walked to the bus stop I hiccuped back the tears in the brisk morning air, worried as I had never been in my life. My mind traveled to a world where I was thirteen and had a baby and my whole life came to an end, all because of the sick brutality of one boy and a momentary lapse of judgment of one girl.

I turned the corner at the end of my street and got my period; I had never been so happy to ruin a pair of white pants in my life.

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After nine years has passed, the pain has settled from my initial trauma and I can even say the word "rape" out loud without feeling the twinges of terror sparking down my back.

I had a friend who I told about this ask me a few weeks ago, "Well if you were raped when you were a young girl, why are you so sexual now? Why aren't you like asexual and repressed?"

My answer is that after what had happened to me (something that was out of my control and was not on my own terms) I decided that my sexual life would be in my own hands and be under my control. I took my over my desires and tried to rise above the pain and reclaim my body and my sexuality as my own.

I had been raised with a very conscious view of sex and its place in my life and knew it could be something wonderful, something passionate that I could enjoy and love and I wasn't going to let the sickness of one boy kill a whole part of my life and force me to become a victim in my every moment.

I felt then and feel now that when something in your life happens that's scarring that you need to give yourself time enough to grieve but then pull yourself up out of the miasma of mourning for your own destiny. If you get stuck in the past, your whole future will become stunted and sheltered and then the person who hurt you will have won, will have taken the piece from you that they wanted. You can't let them win you can't be the victim they wanted you to become.

Pain is momentary and passion is fleeting but you only get one life to live and pain can't be the thing to rule it; Take it from a a girl who knows.

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If you or someone you know has been raped, molested or is a victim of domestic abuse, please follow this link to the resource directory at AfterSilence.org for support, help and information. You're not alone.

National Women and Girls HIV/AIDS Awareness

2010-03-10T12:00:00.001-05:00

Today we take a moment to acknowledge the women and girls infected with HIV/AIDS in our country and also worldwide. At the end of 2008, 31.1 million adults and 2.1 million children were living with HIV/AIDS globally, that's 33.2 million infected individuals.

At the end of 2007, there were 15 million AIDS orphans left behind when both parents who were infected and had died, leaving them alone in the world.

Let's take a moment to absorb the effects of this virus on our world, on our women and our lives and pray for those affected by its existence in their lives.

Data collected from Avert.org

e[lust] #9

2010-03-09T12:00:00.001-05:00

HNT Courtesy of Margaret at They Belong to Us

Welcome to e[lust] - your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #10? Start with the rules, check out the schedule in the site’s sidebar and subscribe to the RSS feed
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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Start Without Me - It’s for when one of us is too tired, or not in the mood, or out of town, or the other of us is too horny to wait. But now, here, right in front of me, you’re touching yourself, playing yourself, and it is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Wicked Tongues - There are so many different ways that a mouth can connect themselves with my cunt. And so many partners, each with their own way of connecting with me.

"Vanilla" Bigotry - I effectively retired my personal usage of the word “vanilla” when one of these sick fucks told me that he hated that term. He said it was condescending, and the implication that kinky people have any idea what goes on in other people’s bedrooms just because they aren’t fucking around in a dungeon was ridiculous.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Audible - More hushed giggles, more kissing sounds. A gasp followed immediately by a quiet, restrained moan. I had to make up the images in my head, try to picture what caused that gasp, who’s mouth was on what body part. Or was it even a mouth?

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Swing Shift Volume 33- We're "Sexually Festive!" - What I do know is that I love Veronica now more than ever, that we choose our extra-marital partners with care and respect, and never fail to remember that our primary relationship is the most important one. If we’re considered sluts or promiscuous by others, so what?

See also: Pleasurists #66 and #67 for all your sex toy review needs.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Babeland Store Dream
Spend an Evening with Madison Young and Help Support the Arts
Partner rape, cryptids, and other crazy myths

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Anal Sex for Beginners
Choosing the right partner in poly relationships
Controlling or Petty?
Dating and Fucking
In response to: Gang Bang Curiosity
Intoxicative Healing
Reflection
Status Uterus Orgasmus
Therapy - Two Years
The Lost Art of the Hand Job
Time and Punishment: Some dynamics of male chastity in marriage
We Don't Need No Education?
You Make My Tummy Funny

Kink & Fetish

Another Friday Story Time
BDSM -- Abuse and Consent
Creating Space in Kink
Discovered
Ferocity
I am in trouble
Method: Episode Two
Nightly Spanking
Orgasm Control
Sex And Sadness
The Hands of a Goddess
The Day...
Wake-up call
What About the Children

Erotic Writing

Art Wednesday
Are You Watching Me? (3rd and Final Part)
An Afternoon Delight
Back To My Old Tricks
Climax At Midnight #6
controlling the beast
Group Post: "The Day...."
Harmony
Local
No Sex: Need Sleep
Pack It Up...Pack It In
Performance
Solo Session with B
Slam
The Good Kind of Wake-up Call
That Kind Of Girl...Who Gets Off In A Crowded Bar
The Hammer
The Threesome
The Golden Goddess
The Stranger
The realest thing
Wicked Wednesday: Date Night

The Monday Buzz: The Pleasures of Glass

2010-03-08T00:00:00.001-05:00

For all of us who are very selective about the materials used to make our favorite sexy toys, glass is one of the most mysterious for some to wrap their minds around.

Glass is an great conductor of temperature so you can warm up or cool down any intimate situation with ease. Its also the perfect material for those with allergies or a drive to make things extra safe and clean. Here to settle your glass needs are the CyberGlass Swirl Micro Mini Vibrator and the Don Wand Glass Pleasure Wand brought to us by our friends at tabutoys.com.

CyberGlass Swirl Micro Mini Vibrator

If you're looking for something stylish, discreet and original, look no further than Adam and Eve's CyberGlass Swirl Micro Mini Vibrator. Who knew glass and vibration could be combined into such a perfect little package?

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CyberGlass Swirl Mini Micro Vibe

Packaged in a little vacu-plastic package, this five-function vibrator is just about an inch long, making it more of a bullet vibe for external use. This little gem also comes ready to go with batteries and a little velvet drawstrong bag for safe storage and optimum care. As far as looks go, it is cuter than cute; a pink glass swirl slithers up the length of the toy over a chrome shaft while clear glass covers the whole thing, leaving a smooth surface.

Its a Push-4-Play toy, with one button on the bottom that cycles through its five levels of vibration levels. I found the first and second functions perfect for warming up and teasing all my little bits while the third definitely starts to put you in the mood. The fourth and fifth were well enough to get me going big time with an orgasm that surprised as well as delighted.

The cool thing about this toy is though its small, the glass lends it a weight that most other bullet-size vibes don't usually have. Because of this, I could just set it on my lips and enjoy a mostly hands-free session of play.

It's mostly quiet though the highest setting does have a bit of noise going on. I found if you closed your legs on the vibe, it muffled the sound almost completely so, problem solved.

I can just imagine sticking this in my purse before heading out to meet a cute boy at a restaurant. I can see myself sitting beside him in the restaurant, the table cloth hiding our legs from the rest of the establishment. His lips warm against my neck as his hand wanders up my thigh and under my skirt, his fingertips slipping into my panties.

In a moment of inventiveness, I pull my CyberGlass Micro Mini from my purse and slip it into his hand. He gets the message. I look around the restaurant as he click the vibe on, the sound not giving us away amidst the hustle of the dining room.

I part my legs just a touch as he slides the little vibe under my skirt and goose bumps rise on my skin when the little cool tip of it finally touches against my clit. In moments the cool glass warms to my body temperature and I lose myself in the soft vibrations. He decides to bump up the vibes and I smirk at him playfully as he circles my clit with it, my eyelids fluttering as I savor our little secret.

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Don Wand Pink Glass Pleasure Wand

I love toys that have many different uses and the Don Wand Glass Pleasure Wand in pink delivers all the way. Ripples and curves combine with a slippery, smooth surface to make this toy a must-have for those who love style as well as function.

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Don Wand Glass Pleasure Wand

Made of Pyrex, this sassy little pink wand has a curved end that finishes with a bump, for the prefect G-Spot stimulation. The other end has four bis bumps perfect for vaginal or anal play as it can even be washed in the dish washer or dipped in a 10% bleach solution to sanitize.

The overall length of the toy is 8.5 inches with a girth of 1.5 inches at its widest point in the middle. I love the length of this toy as I've found that some G-Spot toys aren't long or adjustable enough to accommodate everyone's anatomy. It even comes with a padded velvet drawstring bag that keeps it safe from damage and bumps.

My favorite lube to use with this sweet little thing would be silicone-based because very little is needed to get it slippery enough to make it more fun than you can imagine.

I found that a gentle rocking motion with the curved end against my G-Spot was so amazing and because the glass doesn't give to motion, you can control the strength of the sensation to the level you love the most. I found it didn't take a lot of pressure for me to really feel the slide of the bulb against that most sensitive spot and soon I was loving the angle of the toy.

The Pleasure Wand serves double duty, also serving as an anal toy with perfect curves as the opposite side is perfect for anal penetration as with each slide of it, the feeling of another bump almost sent me over the edge with sensation with the curved end served as the ultimate handle. If you're an expert with G-Spot and anal play or just starting out, this could be the prefect toy for you.

Give Me My Sin Again

2010-03-04T00:00:00.006-05:00

With each brush of your fingertips over my cooling skin, I feel a rapture within me. You trace over the curve of my hip left exposed by the white sheet and I close my eyes. There is harmony in living for this moment alone, this sensation itself.

Self Portrait: "Softly Sexed"

My body was heat and exquisite pain not moments ago but as I lie here, my body all undone, my mind all pinpoints of light and cool existence I feel untangled and uncomplicated and sexy in a sloppy, ignorant-of-myself way. Each smile feels like the first and best and seems to fill my whole heart. Each laugh seems to fill my lungs and vibrate over my vocal chords as it bubbles up dreamily into the atmosphere of this bed.

I'm all limbs and petal soft skin under the thin, warm sheet and there is no want or need in me but the girlish desire to languish in this non-reality forever and a day. Here you are mine and I am yours, not like in life where I am alone and you are married to some other woman.

My guilt is pushed far back and gone and I giggle as if I didn't have this crashing weight of sin on my shoulders. In this moment, God forgives me for trespassing upon the sacred chain he placed around you and another woman when you promised "...til death do us part."

I roll closer to you and I sigh, your hands sliding over your favorite parts as you look into my eyes. I close them again and when I hear your voice its like its the only one I've ever heard, I feel that I could listen forever but when you ask me a question, my answer is all I have in the world. My mind is open and expanded and my words come in falls of my beloved collegiate level vocabulary in an amused yet droll tone.

I let my own hands trail down my body and look over at you, your eyes on those hands on that body of mine and you close your mouth and I know you want to take me again because now its quiet; something has swept over our sweet moment and flipped it back to the carnal, back to my cross to bear.

As you pull me up against you and grab my hips as you take me again, my eyelids flutter, my hands grasp at the white linen and as a moan is ripped from my throat, I whisper to myself,

"O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again"

My hair hangs down in curtains as I imagine they protect from judgment as my body betrays my piety and yet again lets me down. I feel no pain, no regret, no morality in this moment when you become a part of me, when you take me, when you penetrate me, when you purge me, when you own me, when you...

I lay down again after the crashing wave takes you, and I look over at you and I wonder if you think of her as you fuck this young girl with pale, milky skin, long hair, rose bud lips, and eyes like a cat. I wonder if you apologize every time you slip yourself into another one of us, your passions ending up on our faces, our breasts, across our lips or deep inside of us.

I wonder if she knows or if she even cares that your fidelity means about as much as a penny someone drops but doesn't care enough about to spend the five seconds it would take to pick it up.

I wonder if this is her punishment; I wonder if it yours.

I wonder if its mine.

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Romeo: "Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged."

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Method: Episode Two

2010-02-25T00:00:00.005-05:00

Continued from here.
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I disappeared from his life and into the arms of another man; if you didn't already know, men generally don't like that.

After almost a year from the last time I had seen him and let himself have his way with me I agreed to meet him for dinner. In the middle of the dining room, he took my face in his hands, held me tight and close to his own face as he spoke me, the tears almost welling up in my eyes from fear,

"What you did made me very angry, very pissed off. I wanted you and you just went off to someone else, someone we know now would hurt you and cause you pain. Yes, I was very upset at you little girl."

When I looked him in the eyes after dinner when he realized I wasn't going back to his bed with him, his face fell and a dazed expression crossed it. As I walked away in my platform heels across the asphalt, I could feel his angry eyes boring into my flesh trying to will me to trot back toward him and confess my mirrored desire for his body and my need to surrender to him.

It wasn't a power game, I had just decided before ever stepping out my front door that I would keep my clothes on and my legs closed...for the time being. There had been so much electricity when we had coupled before and I wasn't prepared mentally or physically for the crash of it all again.

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Episode Two/Day One:

I felt ripples go through my body months later as I walked down that same hallway that haunted my fantasies from so long ago. The long drive over had prepared me, but when I took off my dress to change in front of him before leaving to go out for a drink and a bite, standing only in a black lace thong I could only try to prepare myself for what was to come. He stood behind me, his strong hands on my shoulders, massaging deep. I could feel his presence behind me, his heat and I was thrilled with the fear of it.

After dinner, I laid my head on his chest on the couch while we talked but soon enough his hands were on me and then his lips to. They traced pathways along my face, my lips, my neck, me breasts, my nipples and I was slipping away. He knelt to the floor and pushing up my chiffon dress, began to lick at my amazingly slick kitten, his tongue on my clit making my back arch and soft sounds to emanate from my throat.

He knelt up, abandoning my kitten for the time being. He kissed me with an aching passion, his lips harsh, trying to pull the desire from my very core. His hand came to rest lightly on my throat until he added pressure, making darkness cover my consciousness. When I came to, the world was hazy, my breath coming like no pleasure I've had before, my hands tingling, my chest heaving and my head rolling from side to side, my mouth open taking air like a deprived being.

My whole body was alight with sensation as if none had come before. The fear of it making my heart pulse as if it had never before lived deep within my chest, beating its constant rhythm. I moaned form the wonder of it all.

He took me down again into the dark, his fingertips on my clit. When I came back to the light, the blood rushing back to my brain like a gift from above, I shuddered whole-body from way down deep. My whole body ached and that pain brought forth such a force of desire that I felt helpless before it.

In that moment, I was all sex and sensation.

He pulled me up, I stripped and after applying wrist cuffs and mounting them in the door frame, I stood naked in my seven inch heels my ass out and my frame shaking with sexual tension as I stood before him restrained and at his will. The strap of the bit in my mouth circled my head as I bit down to try to relieve this tortured need within me. Moments later his cat-o-nine flushed my ass and my back as he rained it down bringing moans and inner quakes of passion. His voice was thick with need,

"Look at that gorgeous body and those sexy heels.You are so hot baby."

I moaned behind the bit and laid my forehead against the door with frustration.

In the bed I laid out, legs apart as per his wishes,

"When you're with me you keep your legs spread as far apart as you can at all times."

I shook with apprehension, imagining my sensitive little cleft being exposed to whatever his devious mind could think up.

His mouth lit upon my kitten once more, this time in long, heated strokes that tried to cull the passion from my center. He spoke between licks,

"Now remember my one rule baby girl, you ask to come and then you thank your Sir when he gives you a nice little orgasm."

My brain flip-flopped.

Damn it!

The one thing that crashes my orgasm train is having to ask permission, the expectations so high and not being able to just let things happen. Even with that floating over me I let myself relax and just let it go, I would enjoy myself and let him enjoy me as much as possible regardless.

I kept lurching so near the edge as his tongue, his fingers worked against me, throwing pleasure through my entire frame and yet that small bit of knowledge, even once he recanted on it, held me back like an invisible veil separating me from that final ecstasy. Somehow the tension within me even enhanced everything and refocused it on his body, his pleasure.

Many more times he took me down to the darkness, once more so deeply that I had to pull myself back to the living by listening to his voice coaching me,

"Breathe little girl, breathe."

I had to force my mind to remember do to and once I did everything around me popped into being as if it wasn't there before it was all taken away from me. My body shook against my will and I uttered sounds I hadn't allowed to come out. My body was possessed with its own business of living and my blissed out mind was nowhere to be found.

Again he took me and shattered me to the core, his body pressed tight to mine. I swooned, I sighed and moaned. It was like before but not and in so many ways those two colliding facts only enhanced things.

Later as I slept with my hands cuffed and tied with the same dark, silken rope I slept again but awoke periodically as if my body was shocked to feel his body curled around my own. I slept and dreamed and it was all darkness.

Episode Two/Day Two:

The morning was bright and the room was white all around me. I felt the morning when it came creeping but didn't stir from half-sleep until his hands overtook my body and willed it to wake, to obey his desires for it and will it to be his.

He was all over me, inside of me and wrapped around me. When he wasn't using my body, he stroked it, and spoke to me, asking me as many questions as he answered. He traced all of my curves hundreds of times, finding all over my valleys and furrows,

"I can't keep my hands off of you."

As he took me from behind during our third or fourth session of the morning, he spanked the side of my ass with such force that it willed me into my submissive head-space, my mouth overtook my restraint and I cried out,

"Thank you Daddy!"

He murmured his delight at my response and followed that spank with more than a dozen others, each time warranting my thanks. I nearly sobbed as he took me deep and hard, my hands grasping the sheets to keep my hold on my own inner balance.

After he had had me again until he was satiated, and I could sense the pillow time was over. He stood and the moment was over, it was if he had realized he had let me get to him but now it was time to take back over and live as he always did and comport himself with his usual dignity.

Later after lunch and walking by his side, the wind whipping my skirt about me, I felt that things could either dissappear again or they could hold to me, become a part of me and I felt unresolved.

Before I left him, I knelt at his feet like he always liked though I hadn't felt the desire to do so since the year before. He smiled and said,

"It's not that hard is it?"

Deep inside the answer was "yes" but I just smiled and nuzzled my face against him trying to push away the painful thoughts of what it would mean to truly give myself over to someone again.

The theme of our passion remained within my own mind that of keeping my soft, delicate inner core to myself while letting him have his way with all the other parts of me. When I was alone at home once again and without his arms and his hands and his lips and his voice I was glad that I had kept at least that tiny part to myself.

I was glad I still had me at the end of giving myself away...but I still had the delightful ache to remind me of that solely physical submission and that was delicious.

e[lust] #8

2010-02-23T20:00:00.000-05:00

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This Isn’t Play. . . BDSM and Rape – The very basic principle that we hold so dear in BDSM play, “Nothing without consent” seems to stand in stark contrast to a very common form of play, “Rape Play”.

Half-Full – When I get my ass beaten, is it as much for the sensation as it is for the “Good girl…I knew you could take that for me.” that I want so badly at the close of the scene?

House Party Part 2 -His wife walked by at one point and he cryptically asked her to “do what she did to so-and-so earlier”. His wife disappeared behind me, but I felt her hands touching me and his cock as it entered me.

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Backseat Orgasms - We kissed lightly and without focus, both a sensual act and maddening at the same time. More, I needed more. In a blur I was on my knees on the seat, straddling his leg, his mouth latched onto one nipple and his fingers hunting for the key to undoing my dress pants.

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Are You Watching Me? – A plan of devious proportions begins to form. Before this is over with, I will have forced you into a corner…forced you to act…forced you to give ME what I want.

See also: Pleasurists #64 and 65 for all your sex toy review needs.

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Erotic Writing

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Cuddling
Floor Exercises
Good day for a milking
Goodbye
G-Spot Orgasms Galore – Part 2
Initiation
Logan
Mark. Confession #423
Mouth
Nothing says I love you quite like…
Playful and Dangerous
Play your part
Plotter
Splish Splash
The Library Hotel
The Secret I Couldn’t Keep
Triple X
Three A.M. Surprise

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Anatomy of Desire (PT. Two)
Better Cautious Than Raped
Lingerie Tales Vol 1 An Obsession Begins
My life as a gamer’s slave
Perplexed
Saturday Texting
So Simple
The Elusive Female Orgasm
The G Spot Mouse or How To Make A Woman Squirt
Transtastic: On Language

Kink & Fetish

A No Limits Slave?
Are Discipline and Punishment The Same?
BDSM Advice Series: Pet Play
Bondage 101—Part 1: Bondage Basics
Breaking the Demons
Dark/DirtyBlog Crush (an Allegory first!)
Factory Doll
Hand vs. toys
I’m on a book cover: ‘The Punishment List’ by Abel
Kink
Men as sex objects
Rough Porn
Raleigh and La Fortress
Savouring the texture of my skin with his teeth
The Way They Look At Me
The Slut Chronicles #13 ~ The Auction
Whither the spankosphere?

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Happy Valentines Day!
Hookers, Catholic School Students and Facebook
Lane Bryant Makes Puppies and Kittens Cry
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Allegory of a 22 year old Femme Fatale

2010-02-22T16:00:00.003-05:00

Another year has come full circle for me in my Piscean orbit. Today I turned 22, leading me further into this insane thing called "adulthood"; I've decided not to comply mentally, physically, or even legally.

I think its a good decision.

I never wanted to be older than 17 but this thing called "time" surely forces us all along its coils, so unfortunately my decision will be a purely empty one, ptth.

I'm far from morose though because of all the free drinks, cake, well wishes, food, and gifts I receive so I guess submitting to mortality isn't that bad...

Happy Birthday to me!

Method: Episode One

2010-02-18T00:00:00.003-05:00

Episode One/Day One:

After barely half an hour in this man's presence, something echoing and willful within me lead me to his sanctuary and within mere moments, I was standing before him in only my pink panties.

My body tenses and my breathing is hurried and stressed, his voice is calming but still the fear compounds when I pull at my securely anchored ankle restraints and increases further when I pull at my wrists that are cuffed in leather and buckles and tied to the back of the chair. When the blindfold goes on I whimper and his hands on my face gently soothe me.

My mind is racing, screaming,

"Why would you go with this man and let him get you mostly naked and tie you to a chair and blindfold you!?!?"

My mind is mostly conventional but I didn't let the majority rule.

I whimper softly as he tells me the rules of the game,

"Im going to expose you to ten different things and you have to tell me what they are. I'll touch them to you and let you smell and taste them and then you have only moments to tell me what they are."

He also gave me an amount I wasn't supposed to guess wrong, if I failed I would get something bad and if I won I would get something good.

Simple enough, right?

There was some sort of outdated yet calming music on somewhere as he approached me, his movements intentionally too quiet and concealing as to not give his position away. As we went through the items, some which turned out to be a mousetrap with its rough wooden corners stroked against my arm (which was one of two that I missed), some sort of lotion that had a very striking odor (which I got correctly after it was applied to my nose) and a chocolate chip cookie I began to gain confidence but when I would miss one, my heart sank; I worried what failure would lead to.

After a long while of playing the sensory game, it was decided that I had won and my reward was given to me in a very sultry fashion.

His hand was quick and lithe as it snaked its way down into my panties, the only bit of clothing that remained on my restrained body. Soon enough, my back was arching, my breathing was ragged and in mere moments I was having an orgasm that rocked me so hard that my body pulled against the ropes that firmly held me to the chair to which I was tied.

With hardly a moment to think, collect myself or to allow the vibrations of my ecstasy to cease to reverberate through my whole body, he unties me and pulls me into the bedroom where with barely an indication I fall upon his cock and luxuriate in administering pleasure with my mouth.

After a short bout of my ministrations, his hard cock succumbs and once he lets loose his final pleasure, I lay still with my naked, exhausted body across his legs, the head of his cock in my mouth. Even more than a year later he will tell me that this moment is still one of his most memorable about me.

I returned home later that night inside of a high that nothing could break until the morning light fell upon me...and I hadn't drunk a single drop of alcohol nor taken even the smallest ounce of any drug.

Episode One/Day Two:

The day was hot and windy and as I walked nearer to him, the sunlight pouring down over me I couldn't help but quiver in anticipation of what I hoped was yet to come.

Upstairs, it was exquisite when he finally claimed my body with his own, my legs wrapped tightly around him as he took me standing by the side of the bed. I sighed and was sore with the joyful pain of it.

I left soon after but it took hours to get my mind on anything other than the way his perfectly proportioned cock looked right before it invaded me as the filtered light of the hot, afternoon poured in from the windows in the purely white room.

Episode One/Day Three:

As I lay cuffed and tied to the bed, my body totally exposed but for my slinky black panties, he read out a letter I had written him and made me elaborate on each of the things he found most interesting. I sighed as I was interrogated and watched him as he moved around the bed, around me; circling like a shark. Something deep within made me give him what he wanted, my voice moving straight from my mind without restraint.

I moaned out loudly as he fucked me there, my arms and legs bound. my mind reeled as I felt totally captive to his every whim.

Episode One/Day Four:

Twelve is a word that will go down in infamy (until it too becomes usurped by his ministrations) for my clit.

I came twelve times in succession by his hands, his fingers, his lips, his tongue, and the tip of his cock. Held down, sweating, crying, thrashing, screaming, bucking, struggling, and utterances of "Oh no". After about four or five hours of this, he realized it was past midnight and after deciding we needed to go out in search of food and pulling be up out of bed, my dizzy, orgasm-drenched mind swirling he kissed me once and patted me on the butt with a smile.

I slept like a rock that night, my wrists tied with dark, silken rope. He remarked later that he had watched me as I dropped peacefully into a deep sleep and continued to watch me as I slept, my face still and satisfied.

I woke that morning with a sense of peace I hadn't felt in a very long time.

As the light came in over my body, he untied my wrists and sensually raped my body, his hands and his lips all over me. I cried out softly as he took me again, as my swollen kitten bent to his will and passion.

Later as I knelt at his feet, my sleepy yet contented eyelids half open looking up at him, my mind was blank except for one word: fulfilled.

I cried later that evening when I was once again alone for no reason as I showered. My body letting it all go, an internal rain to release all that I had held back before. He had captured a part of me that I had hardly ever given away and while it scared me it all so filled me with an exhilaration that I was tempted to lie to myself about.

I had momentarily lost my power and a part of me didn't want to give it back.

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Continued here.

Dark/Dirty Blog Crush

2010-02-11T00:00:00.009-05:00

So in the four years I've been keeping up with this blog while living an insanely busy life that is dictated by Uni classes, two jobs, a tiny dog, and human stuff but I have never done this. I'm doing it now and with no apologies; I have a blogger crush on "Daemon" of Sadistic Excess.

Now commences the gushing:

Since finding his blog, I've been pulled into his dark world full of hardcore sex (sometimes with knives), a palpable sense of sexual tension of the kind that I am so familiar with, girls who give too much, and a seemingly tortured yet cultured spirit. I've had him on my blogroll since about five minutes after I found his blog. I was hooked.

Something I can only take in small doses is writing full of sensitivity and love that brims over like that in the movies (and some soft-core pornos). A good erotic romp on the page can be intense and romantic, there's a time for everything.

Come on, we all love love, but mostly I like my sex as sex and then, preferably dark.

After reading pretty much everything he's ever posted he reminds me of the first Master I ever had, Mika, and it brings heat to a very sensual and scraped-out hollow in my chest. Mika was harsh and dark and deep and fueled by something I couldn't understand.

With us, there was no such thing as a "safe word", he didn't care what you thought you could handle because he had this soul-deep connection with the fibers of pain going through my body. I said "No", he didn't hear it. I said, "Stop", he didn't care. I said "I can't take it.", he taped my mouth up...and I was always glad he had.

I know that bad, bad men are no good for me, but sometimes I can't help it.

Daemon is one of those men who I imagine would ravage you completely, leaving you an utter shell; left wet, sweaty, and quite severely bruised. The only fitting soundtrack a beating heart, breathing and moans (of pleasure? Pain?).

I can almost feel those stripes of pink marking my flesh after a good throttling, the heat seeming to radiate out of their confines. I can nearly feel the tingle of bruises rising up around my tender wrists, the pink that will fade to purple, then away as if nothing happened. How I could savor those marks, the marks of the honor of having given yourself over to another even if just for a little while

...sometimes being bound and confined can be a joy, not a punishment.

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My first response to something dark and twisted I find sensual is that I bite the inside of my bottom lip until I can't feel it anymore, the first time I read one of his pieces involving him holding a knife to the skin of a nymphette, this happened. I bit myself so hard, I brought a bit of blood. Something knotted and then unfurled in me and I was enraptured.

I think that the mind of a Sadist or Dominant is something so far from my own Submissive consciousness that when I find a mind of one of these (and what is a blog but a cross-section of our minds spilled out onto the virtual shore of our creativity?) that relays themselves through written word, I find myself so fascinated and taken in by it. The mind lingers on what it will and creates a world of that mood, those thoughts that can't be turned back.

I am but a slave to my own willful mind, my own willful body (we're still working on controlling this one in the real world) when it comes to things that turn me on, twist my mind, and slink up and down my skin of their of volition.

I confess to having a secret, faceless lover that comes to me in fantasies when I choose to be alone with my own body late at night and its men like Daemon that he's modeled after.

Next Blog Crush: My lovely friend Jefferson.

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*Image used with permission of the author.

2010 Blog Re-design!

2010-02-10T22:13:00.001-05:00

In the long life of a blog, there comes a moment when its writer looks at it and thinks "Wow, this design has been up forever." and decides, with a burning desire, to change it completely. Here it is, How do you like it?

This time is no different.

After going through some of my archives I realized that the old, modern, pastel design has been up for nearly a year and a half, now in the life of most blogs (that last a few months) that seems sooo long. I have been writing, publishing, photographing, diddling, and networking for this blog for four years! Now is a time for risky celebration.

I loved the old design:

...but change is always good. So here's to the new design, dark, flirty, pink, and with a lovely picture of my be-fishnetted bottom!

It's a Dog's Life

2010-02-04T04:00:00.004-05:00

I've been so busy lately, I've been reduced to letting my dog take over the writing helm, oh how life gets away with us:
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So I'm Lala, I'm a two year old miniature Pomeranian and I belong to La Petite Devergondee. You may know her, she's a very naughty girl (as if you didn't already catch on to that).

Life in our apartment is unpredictable and aside from the daily staples of walking, eating, hanging out, walking again, going into my crate, walking one more time, eating again and going to sleep in my mom's big bed, all the in-between time can be a gamble of consequence.

For instance, we went to our neighbor Ninja's house a few days ago and instead of sitting around while they play chess, face each other off in Call of Duty or watch an old movie, while I hang out with his dog, I had to endure laying on the floor at our place while they made noises up on the big bed in the dark. Telling from the noises, I'd day that they were pretty happy.

You never know with my mom, she seems fond of having men in her bed in the dark so they can make noises and then go to sleep...thankfully I still get to sleep up there after wards too. It was my bed first, after all.

Today she was talking to me and told me that after four months, she thought it may be a mistake to start something physical with the hot, esoteric, martial arts guy a few doors down (Ninja), she said she didn't care. I guess he made some noises she liked or something.

As for me, she can make all the noises she likes...as long as I get to sleep in the big bed.

Not a Fiction Kind of Girl

2010-01-14T00:30:00.005-05:00

I get emails all the time asking me if my writing is real or if it is just fictional imaginings from a fruitful mind. I really have to say that I'm not a fiction sort of girl and I revel in stories and remembrances of things that have actually happened.

I would have to say that, no joke, this blog is 92% actual events and 8% fiction.

If you don't count my dabbling in prose and inventive styling, then yes the actual events overwhelm the blind creativity. When I begin to write out a fictional story whose plot-line simmered up in my mind, I'm excited about it and can't wait to type it all out yet when I get to my laptop, the passion for it fizzles out. I feel like there's no sincerity and since my imagination can be so out of control, there doesn't seem to be any reality to it.

I love erotic fiction but I feel like the versions I construct either get too hardcore, too romantic or become too unbelievable. Maybe its just an artist's prerogative to be overly criticizing of their own work, who really knows?

Reality doesn't always have to be boring, so I make my reality worth being written and read and worthy of having a dialog fall all over it. Am I always the sensual social butterfly, certainly not, but if I'm going to go about doing something (sex, art, food, wine) I really have to go all out.

Life and the truth are more important to me and my way of sexuality than any kind of fiction I could invent. Simply stated, my life is sexy enough and my pen is willing enough that I don't often have to dip into just my imagination to create a fantasy for other people...and all with just my day to day.

2010: Sex Resolutions

2009-12-31T02:32:00.002-05:00

So its a new year in less than 24 hours and I've been about how different my life is now as compared to last year at this time; I had a boyfriend who I lived with, a girlfriend who I lived part-time with, a crazy awful job and I was having a lot of sex with a lot of people, so much sex actually that I didn't even have time to write about it (unfortunately for all of you) which is also something to amend this year.

Everyone makes resolutions and for the most part we look back on them with a bitter sort of humor later in the year and think about how pointless it was to make them in the first place. However, I still believe in at least bringing to light my more undesirable personality quirks and habits because admittance in the first step to healing or some similar bollocks, right?

This year my Sex Resolutions are:

I will not allow my sexual partners list to exceed 100 (...or is it 200? Oh no.).
I will stop flirting/kissing/blowing/fucking/sucking/biting/licking men that come into my home to fix/repair/install/update or otherwise assist me in a (supposedly) business-like situation.
I will stop wearing matching underwear/bra sets when I go out drinking/dancing/partying in preparation of possibly landing a bone.

I will masturbate more (...not really necessary but a great idea, yay!).

I will not become even more jaded when yet another ex hook-up/lover/boyfriend/guy friend/crush gets engaged and/or married.
I will stop naming my sex toys (because its like losing a friend when I inevitably kill the poor things within a month or so).
I will find a balance in my mind among church, classes, sex, work, making art, and friends and try to find more to be grateful for each day.

Simple things for a year I hope will be simple yet joyful, calm yet exciting, relaxing yet full and above all happy.

Possibility

2009-11-19T00:00:00.002-05:00

I feel asleep last night thinking of what it would be like to have your lips on mine and while its not about love, it is about this blooming fascination of what could be between us. Something new, something fresh, something sweet and kind and loving.

Its heat and a slick pound agasint my lips, like your heart is pulsing in your lips as they caress mine. A hand slides into my hair and the kiss builds like a thunder storm crawling ever closer. I sigh and you pull away just enough to look into my eyes, theres an innocence there but also a sense of passion, honest passion that doesn't seek to control but to be given and taken.

My heart pounds under the sheet and its not a fantasy, its a wish and I cross my fingers under the downy blakets and close my eyes once more to see the possibility of it all over again.

Chain Link

2009-10-01T02:30:00.002-04:00

The ground crunches beneath my heels as I take furtive steps through the darkness. The sound accompanies the sounds of other feet behind mine, though larger and more dominant. The four of them follow me, my silhouette on the ground obscured by theirs in the light provided by the car’s headlamps behind us.

I slip through the opening of the chain link fence surrounding the construction site and as I’m about to reach the enclosed safety of the partially framed building ahead of me, a strong hand takes hold of my upper arm and a gravelly voice commands,

“No, let’s do it right here.”

Before I have a chance to protest, he pins me to the chain link fence with his powerful body and his hands hold my wrists to the cold metal of the fence. His mouth is on mine in a moment, crushing my lips with his intense kisses, his tongue slithering against mine in a fevered way.

I whimper as his cold hand goes beneath my skirt, up over the woolen stockings on my legs and against the warm cotton of my panties. He smiles at me, a suggestive look in his eye as he rubs against the damp heat of my crotch. It isn’t a moment before his chilled fingertips find their way under the skimpy inch of cloth and into the slippery folds of my cunt. My head rolls back against the fence, a metallic clatter rising from behind me and a small succession of moans emanating from my throat.

I find I’ve forgotten about the others that came along when one of them pulls at the buttons of my coat, trying to free my upper body from its confining, winter apparel. His hands find their way into my coat and blouse before their icy pads find the warm softness of my breasts and ultimately my nipples, the cold shocking them into taut little beads.

I close my eyes as yet another set of masculine hands paws at me, trying to find skin to cling to under all of my layers of clothing. I can feel my wetness sliding out of me, lubricating the rough fondling of my dripping nether parts. My voice doesn’t sound like my own as I speak, my breath visible with my words,

“Oh hell, fuck me now. Please”

A low communal laugh erupts among them as their leader responds,

“Yeah, you are ready you little slut, but first, I think I need a bit of a favor.”

With that, his hands push on my shoulders until I bend to my knees, the snow and rubble beneath chilling and cutting into my skin through the thick woolen thigh high stockings. I hear the familiar zipping sounds in front of my face and close my eyes. His cock inches from my mouth, he tells me to part my lips and be a good girl. As I do I’m offered little time to ready myself before its hot girth is almost down my throat. I choke a little and again the controlled laughter erupts.

I steady myself with my hands locked onto the chain link behind me, my head tipped back and my mouth full of his cock. I allow complete fluidity of my movement as he fucks my throat, saliva rising up and dripping from my stretched lips. I lose myself in the feeling of his thick cock sliding over my tongue and lips, the head of it bumping into the back of my throat. His voice brings me from my thoughts,

“Ok, that’s enough. I want to save my cum for your pussy.”

At that, he pulls me back up, pushes me against the fence and his hand is once again at my wet panties. I shudder as he rips them from my body, the damp fabric falling to the snow between us. He presents more orders, not to me, but to the others,

“Mick, John, hold her arms.”

Two of the men step up and lift my arms against the fence, the first man grabbing my hips and pushing against me with his in the same moment, my legs curl around his body, my ankles touching. I let my head fall back to await the inevitable invasion, but he takes me face in his hand,

“No, look at me little bitch. Look at me while I slide into you.”

I moan at his words and he smiles as he lines the tip of his cock up against my slit, he pauses to look into my eyes and then pushes the thickness of his shaft deep into my cunt. My cry is half pleasure, half pain as he penetrates me, his cock grinding deep until it hits the deepest part of me. A tear slides down my cheek as he begins to fuck me hard against the fence, each thrust bringing a ringing of metal from behind me.

I look at the man behind the one who’s fucking me and see that he’s rubbing his cock with a gloved hand in the folds of his trench coat. When my eyes catch his, he looks down shyly, his hand rubbing slower to try to hide the fact of his self-pleasure.

Why would he have to ashamed of in front of me? I, the girl whose being fucked in the middle of the night against a fence in a construction site in the midst of winter? The thought nearly brings laughter until I feel another wave of pleasure from his throbbing cock slamming into me.

I begin the feel the pressure of the men’s hands that hold me aloft and to the metal links. I look over at one who seems to near to drooling, and I wonder, will he be next to pummel into me?

I shudder and moan and look into his eyes, his thrusts becoming more hurried and rhythmic. I know he’s close to cumming and so I begin to push against him as best I can in rhythm to his thrusting. My eyes bore deep into his and his mouth opens slightly as he shudders and pulses against me, his final pleasure bringing his cum and shooting it into my cunt.

A sound like a hum emanates from my throat as I feel his aftershocks inside of me, his body going somewhat slack where he stands. As he pulls back and away from me, the man on my right catches me in his arms and takes a few steps in the direction of the car, finally placing me on its hood, my hips sitting on the edge of it, my legs opening as his hands part them.

He squares his hips with mine and in no time, his cock is plunging into my sloppy, used cunt. I moan as I’m caught off guard, my legs wrapping around his waist under his coat to try to warm myself as the cold from the metal of the hood creeps through my clothes.

The other three crowd around us, the first is the farthest away, freshly satisfied and in to hurry to have a piece of me, instead he just watches, maybe he smokes. They organize to reposition me, even as the man fucking me continues his thrusting. They slide my shoulders roughly to one side and I realize why when a hard cock is thrust into my mouth. I moan behind the cock in my mouth, trying hard to keep a good rhythm as my cunt is roughly fucked.

I’m surprised by a hand at my cunt, rough fingertips rubbing against my clit as his cock slams deeply inside of me. My jaw aches as the cock fucking my throat pushes more insistently into my mouth. I sigh in pleasure and relief as I feel the final shudders coming from the man at my cunt, he pulls my hips up off the car and slams me hard against him as he cums inside of me. He hangs his head slightly as he tries to recover and in no time, I’m pulled up onto my feet and dragged by the third man to the back of the pick-up truck parked next to us.

He sits on the edge of the lowered back of the truck, lifting me with him onto his lap, my knees on either side of him. His cock stabs up and into me, my breath taken away as it invades my now sore and swollen slit. I wrap my arms around his neck to brace myself and keep from falling backwards. Again, the others are behind us, watching as I ride the man’s cock, my cunt aching as I feel his cock plunge into the cum and wetness inside of me. I moan and warm with my exertions, his hands on my hips quickening my motions. I hear a voice behind me,

“I’m not waiting for him to be done. I hope she’s not too delicate to handle a little more.”

At his words, the others laugh, even the one I’m riding and in moments I feel his chilled hands under my skirt and over the cheeks of my ass. I whimper in protest but he hushes me, his fingers at the dripping mess of my stretched cunt. I moan as his cum dampened finger slides into my ass, the feeling of it making my eyelids flutter and my mouth to open.

I cry out as he stands behind me and with hardly any warning, puts the tip of his cock against my asshole and slides it all the way in with his first thrust. Tears flood my eyes as I'm filled completely, their cocks working in a cyclical motion, in and out after the other. Somehow, I can feel my cunt getting even more wet and I cling tightly to the man whose cock I’m sitting on.

The man behind me takes a gentle hold of my neck as he pumps his cock into me, my ass stretched to the brink with every thrust. The man whose cock is in my cunt moans loudly and abruptly cums, his load mingling with that of the others’, his shudders shock me. I scream out as he pops his cock out of me between the thrusts of the man whose cock is in my ass. His voice is breathless from his exertion as he takes my hand and holds the palm of it against my cunt,

“Don’t let that cum slide out, girl.”

He sits back and watches me as the other man continues to fuck my asshole. His thrusts pummel into me and make my wrist rub against my clit. Within moments, I can feel an orgasm rising and with his final few thrusts I nearly collapse with the power of it’s thundering sensations, the pain of it crippling my senses. Both of the men hold me, letting the other finish, his cum filling my ass as he abruptly pulls out.

I’m panting as I let myself lie on my side in the bed of the truck, my body and mind both exhausted and pain emanating from everywhere on my body. The man next to me stands up, zipping his pants as he does. I allow my eyes to close, not caring what happens next, only knowing that I want to rest.

The cold of his hand on my battered cunt wakes me as the first man moves my hand aside, wiping cum from my ass and cunt. He brings it to his nose to sniff it and then quickly offers it to me, his fingers not an inch from my mouth. I shake my head,

“Come on girl, finish it. Then we’ll take you home.”

I begrudgingly open my mouth and nearly choke when he forces his cum drenched fingers deep into my mouth. I slowly suck the suck from his fingers until, finally satisfied with their cleanliness, he pulls them out of my mouth and puts his hand into his pocket,

“Craig, pick her up and lay her in the back of my Jag.”

I let myself be moved and when I find the warmth of the backseat of the car, I close my eyes and sink down into is softness. I can feel bruises forming on my knees, upper arms and also the soreness of my pussy and my assaulted asshole. Cum drips out of my cunt as the car bumps over the gravel of the construction site and onto the road.

I sigh and feel sleep coming on, but not before I smile thinking of what the construction workers will imagine when they find my ripped panties on their way into work the next morning. It could never be as inventive as what actually happened and I giggle softly as I drift to sleep, the car pushing forward into the darkness.

Haiku; Lover

2009-09-24T00:00:00.002-04:00

Alone with him here,
Two hands like stone on my curves,
Healing me gently.
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He Wants to Cheat With Me...Again.

2009-08-20T02:04:00.004-04:00

He's back...and my mind (and body) is all wrapped up with even more dirty thoughts.

Dillion, if you can remember from the the very dirty, "Oh, Dirty Girl", had quit about two months ago which was sort of a sigh of relief as once we had fucked, I found out that he hadn't broken up with his girlfriend before our little tryst as I had been led to believe and that they were still very much together. Though I was cheating on my then boyfriend, Horns, as well I still felt very bad about unintentionally being "that girl" in the cheating situation.

I had gotten over it and had written it off as yet another somewhat hasty and uninformed mistake.

Well, my relief was cut short a few days ago when upon coming into work ready to arm my bar and ready to once again dispense a load of lovely liquors, Dillion was standing in the kitchen, in uniform, and apparently re-hired and on the clock.

Oh...Shit...No.

Now its not as if I'm not mature enough to be able to be around him in a professional (or as professional as we ever are when working in our restaurant) manner or that I dislike him; we worked together for several months after our playtime and everything was pretty much smooth...its the fact that I look at him and think,

Oh fuck, you have been inside of me and while I'm slightly disturbed to be around you, I wonder if it would only be better if both of us were not drunk, if it wasn't behind a bar at 3 am in a ditch and we were coherent enough to really take care in our mechanations.

My minds falls off the face of the earth with thoughts of heavy breathing, ripped clothing, teeth against his skin and the glisten of something on my lips.

I literally forget whats going on and I have snap myself back to the present, Two sweet teas and a diet coke to table # 302, don't forget extra lemons.

I try so hard not to imagine him slamming into me, my hands grasping the nearest sturdy object to steady myself and crying out while his hands cut into me, their strong grip working with his rhythm to propel both of our satisfaction factors.

Just stop! Bread to bar top # 110.

It doesn't help the situation that at every chance he gets, he makes comments designed to take me by surprise and crack my cool veneer of indifference.

He leans his faces towards me and over the back of my neck as I lean over a computer inputting an order,

Oh hey, is that you that smells so good? I thought it might be.

When I comment that the restaurant has been a very unpleasant place to work in during the summer and that I'm pretty down about it,

Don't worry. Im here again, I'll make it fun for you.

As the dinner rush presses down on us and I'm whipping out martini's, whiskey sours, and draft suds,

You're really doing a great job Petite, you really are.

As I comment to another on how I can no longer do favors for people when I bar-tend outside of my assigned duties,

But I really like favors.

....and all with a husky intonation, a drop of the chin and a tilt up of his eyes.

I'm not the type of girl to let a guy get to me and have me flustered, but its difficult to not be somewhat, and painfully swayed when your internal thoughts are being reinforced by the very focus of them.

I understand that its wrong to feel this way about someone who is in a relationship, a relationship that you've already helped to secretly undermine but it feels like its a totally uncontrollable carnal, physical attachment that I just can't put in a box and lose somewhere dark and undisturbed in the depths of my mind where it won't affect me.

A good way I've been looking at it is that I've already been there done that and should feel like that conquest is out of my system....its not working too well for me though.

Though I've had other men in my bed (though in this case, hes never technically been in my bed) since him and have felt satisfaction with them, his energy still lingers and though it could be the haze of alcohol that made it seem more adventurous and fun, my mind has a hard time not going back to that experience and also to thoughts of other possible future events.

I would hope, though it would desperately hurt my pride, that if I propositioned him with my thoughts and my body he would push me away for the benefit of his long-time girlfriend (who I just learned tonight is possibly his soon-to-be fiance). It would kill, but I would definitely feel a bit of respect for him and breathe a sigh of relief for her.

On the other hand, if he felt the same as I so, we would probably rip each other to shreds in our lust and haste to satiate whatever is fueling this attraction. The bad part of this is that this outcome would make my body and lustful mind very fulfilled, at least for a little while. Oh, the guilt.

So while I have these thoughts rattling around in my little brain, I'll hope that either they fade or he goes away again...however, I don't know which one is worse.

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HNT#5

2009-07-15T02:00:00.002-04:00

Elbow Length Gloves. Nudity. Simple.

A Trashy Reminder

2009-07-02T02:00:00.011-04:00

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.

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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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Sugasm #168

2009-06-22T22:10:00.002-04:00

HNT courtesy of Erotic Garden.

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

Body of Love, Body of Flesh

2009-06-18T02:50:00.017-04:00

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.

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HNT #4

2009-06-11T00:30:00.004-04:00

Thought I'd get a little creative with my photo and make it a little more colorful...

Happy HNT!

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Oh Dirty Girl

2009-06-04T08:00:00.006-04:00

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.

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) :)

The Monday Buzz: Kama Sutra Loving Oil

2009-06-01T08:00:00.004-04:00

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.

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.

When Girls Actually Like Girls

2009-05-28T08:00:00.012-04:00

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.

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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The Monday Buzz: Pink Plush Wrist and Ankle Cuffs

2009-05-25T08:00:00.002-04:00

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.

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Grrl Toyz Pink Plush Wrist Cuffs

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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Grrl Toyz Pink Plush Ankle Cuffs

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.

Sexting: Camera Phone Fun

2009-04-23T08:00:00.006-04:00

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 :)