Aug 312008
 

She’s standin in her underwear
Lookin down from a hotel room
Nightfall will be comin soon
Oh my my, oh hell yes
You’ve got to put on that party dress

 

Update: If you’re just seeing this review for the first time, you may wonder how I feel about the Magic Wand these days. Wonder no more! Here’s a Throwback Thursday update.

The Magic Wand. It is, indeed, magic. There are two speeds. “Oh my my” and “Oh hell yes”. For the sensitive lasses out there – don’t bother. Go for the Vibratex Mystic Wand. This one would make you cry.

Orgasms with the Magic Wand are finicky with me. It’s either a record-breaking 1:47 seconds the-crowd-is-cheering sort of thing, or it’s just too much and my clit won’t break and submit to it. The Hitachi has many uses. It truly is great on the back. I’ll give them that. It can make any stationary toy into a vibrating machine. I’ve heard it can do lovely things to rope when you’re all trussed up (perhaps someone will show me the joys of that particular use…)

Here’s the deal. It’s kinda large. It’s kinda heavy. It plugs in, so there’s no batteries to waste and that means it’s super-powerful. If you are prone at ALL to squirting, you will want to cover the head and such with a condom – you’ll understand why when you see it. It’s made of plastic and PVC, so condoms are good if you’re at a play party and sharing. (And please do share, if you happen upon a Hitachi-virgin, initiate them into this world. It’s your civic duty.)

My first playtime with this guy came the night it arrived. I plugged it in, sat here at my desk with legs spread wide and resting on various furniture items, and turned it on low (i.e. Oh my my). FUCK that felt good. Within literally a minute and a half, I felt the telltale spreading of full-body tingling. I clicked it over quickly to high (i.e. OH HELL YES) and 20 seconds later I was coming. Hard. Flushed and shaking. I clicked it back over to low to ride it out, made myself keep it there until my cunt stopped throbbing for the most part. 2 minutes.

I predict that for women who have a more prominent clit than I (mine requires a bit of exploration, some, like my friend Sarah are out and proud “Hi, I’m Sarah’s clit!” As she likes to explain it), they won’t even need to disrobe to orgasm from this thing. And as AlwaysArousedGirl put it once, this is not a toy you make love to. This is not a toy you use and abuse, let it wring the orgasms out of you rapid-fire, when you are in deep need of a good hard screaming O or three. Or pressed for time.

The downside? It gets warm. Nay, hot. If used too long, that is. Let the poor guy breathe in between orgasms/people, for a few minutes.

Plain and simple, people: Unless you come at the drop of a hat…unless a finger to your clit triggers orgasms in a minute or so…BUY THIS VIBRATOR.

Go. NOW. Buy it.

Aug 292008
 

Welcome to my new home :)

Now forgive the dust, I still have some work to do to get things perfect, such as re-do the URL’s for photos and re-do links within posts…etc.

But it’s here! Alec, Coy Pink‘s wonderful hubby, helped me pull this theme together. If not for his CSS and general web expertise, I’d still be sitting here clicking through free ready-made themes that I only half-like. My boy James helped me figure out confusing FTP stuff with the photos, so now I have a place to upload them to.

So please, have a look around. Make sure nothing’s too wonky, if it is, let me know. And please update your feed reader as well as your link to me if you’ve been so kind as to share me on your blogroll.

I’ve had numerous requests, so this is another of the Parking Lot Exhibitionist photos:

*grins* don’t you love the bit of parking lot pavement there?

Aug 262008
 

An exhibitionist, a horny photographer and a new camera – dangerous!

A date and I took my camera for a trip to the park on Saturday night. After I got half nekkid, I offered to take care of his growing problem. There’s a few pictures of that but I don’t think I dare post them ;)

heh, pose looks funny but my head was thrown back with the giggle-fits

Sunday my partner and I tested it out in the shower. The lens on this camera got steamed up whereas my old one didn’t for some reason, but I think that just led to some interesting photos. Don’t ya think? More have been emailed to Vixen for Tits For Troops! The other “color accent” red bra pic will be posted for next week’s HNT. This week are the final Scrabble pics!


I’m in the process of moving out of my first apartment here at Blogger/Blogspot, and have purchased my own domain name. As soon as I figure all this crap out (CSS? Wha??) I’ll direct you all to my new digs.

Lastly…I’ve lost one of my boys. “T”. I received a bizarre email in the middle of the night from him. Not his usual greeting, signed his real first name…
Titled “Gone”, and indeed he is. No explanation, I couldn’t even ask why as his email account was deleted. I’m sad, I’m going to miss him. He’s one of very few guys who’ve seen it all – all my pics, a few video clips, webcam (when I owned a working one), phone….and he loved every bit I had to offer. I loved talking with him online. Oh how I loved his voice. A few short video clips and my chat logs are really all I have left of him now.

T….if you read this…I’m going to miss you. I hope all is alright, and if you can, please just let me know what happened.

Aug 242008
 


The best pleasure comes from denial of said pleasure.

Drag it out. Make him wait.

With dangerous eyes and a smirk of teasing mischief, I drag one palm down his chest. Like a homing missile, my fingertips deftly locate the solid head of his cock which is trapped in his jeans and pointing at such an awkward angle….poor thing. Some circular rubbing to tease through fabric before I abandon it for the buttons and zipper. His cock springs forward after its long-awaited release, already glistening with pre-come.

With my hand wrapped around his cock I rub the semen over the tip, a momentary feel of lubrication on dry skin. I run my hand lightly from the base, up the underside, skit over the head, back down the topside. Repeat. Watch his cock dance and his body twitch in anticipation.

My hand goes lower to grip the base firmly and I let just the tip of my tongue drag up his cock from the base, stopping halfway. Again, going a little farther. Again, up to the tip. Again, this time with a flatted tongue, firm pressure. When I hear the sharp intake of breathe and see his cock twitch as I near the frenulum, I pause there. Lower lip pressed against hard silky flesh, my tongue now languishing on that spot. There is no other movement save for my tongue. Just a few….more…centimeters and he would be in my mouth. He is holding is breathe now, I can tell, waiting for me to plunge him into warm wetness.

But I drag back down with my lips. Back up with my tongue. Closer now, he can feel moist breathe enveloping the head of his cock and my tongue swirls in circles around it. Almost….nope. Not yet.

He is shaking. His legs are trembling. His hands alternate between clenching and opening, going for my head. He is contemplating an act of force, I know, out of sheer desperation. But he knows that this time I am in control, and he lets me do my thing.

My next acrobatic tongue-trip up lands my lips wrapped around the head. No sucking. Just swirling tongue, pressure of lips, wetness and heat.

I stop. Stare at him. Teasing smirk on my end, begging eyes on his end.

In a moment, he’ll get his due.

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Ok seriously, isn’t that picture pretty cool? Bought a new camera Saturday – it is not my coveted DSLR but it is such a little whore for attention with its big bag of tricks. This neat little thing was called “color accent”. The whole bra is red but the color accent is finicky and likes certain lighting. There’s another from this series to come in due time. This teasing session started with an awful case of blue-balls by the lucky man taking the photos. As he expressed his growing problem and desperate want, I merely giggled and told him to continue with the pictures. Waiting never killed anyone…

Aug 222008
 

Eye on what I’m after
I don’t need another friend
Nod and watch your lips move
If you need me to pretend
Because clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
I’ll take just what I came for
Then I’m out the door again

“The Package” – A Perfect Circle

I’m going to use him. And him, too. And well, maybe, him.
Take what I need to get my mind off of him.
Take what I need to let my slut out. This girl is on the prowl for fresh meat.

I’ll let you think you’re in control, with your whispered “slut” and “whore” incantations, with your physical dominance over me. I know what I’m doing. I know what I want. I know what I don’t want – pointless excuses, dramatic tension – put up or shut up. Forget the boys, where are the men?

I want cock. In my mouth, on my tongue, in my hand, on my lips, in my cunt.
I want wet electricity from your lips, grazing my skin. Kiss me as if you were taking my last breath from me. Use my body as I use yours. Peel me back, layer by layer, until I’m raw and naked. When you say “come for me”, I will, for me. Is the control mine? Is it yours?

I’ll take just what I came for

Sheet-clenching
Nail-scratching
Heart-pounding

Sex.

Then I’m out the door again…

Aug 202008
 

I love how you guys just let me prattle on and bounce randomly between subjects in these sorts of posts. But really, if you think I should just shut up, let me know ;)

Toys

I’m going to be reviewing for Babeland and Edenfantasys, now as well, and also will occasionally receive a toy from the high-end company LELO of Sweden who make quite a number of vibes that I find impressive (and rechargeable!). As with VibeReview, if you guys ever see things you like from these companies, please buy from my links and I’ll get credit for it!

Seriously. I need good, creative ideas for sex toy storage! We live in a somewhat small one-bedroom apartment and it’s full as it is. The steamer-trunk idea I had is falling to the wayside as there wouldn’t be any room for one! The problem with these cute toy box/containers on the sex toy websites is that they’re not meant for a lot of vibes, or the larger ones like Hitachi Magic Wand and Miracle Massager.
My closet doors don’t ever close, so the shoe-bag idea won’t work. The underbed area is limited. I have a headboard but not a nightstand. All bureaus and such are crammed full of clothes. *sigh*

Boys

Drinks-date tonight. Should be interesting….enough to “write home” about? Hoping so!

Friendship matters with R remain strong, and the sexual side is coming back slowly. We’re both busy. This too, shall pass.

FRIDAY – I still need something to do, somewhere to go!! Refuse to sit home. For some reason I’ve been terribly craving some good seafood from my favorite places down in Maryland (eastern shore, bay side area). Cannot afford, alas.

My ass

Rachel Kramer Bussel is a pretty big name in anthology books, right up there with Violet Blue. She’s an editor and a writer (and I hear something about cupcakes?? YUM). Her newest book right now, Spanked, is on a “virtual book tour” around some popular sex blogs who each got a copy and are reviewing it. On my last HNT Scrabble pic of my Spank Me ass, Marcello says “you should send RKB a link, she’d love this!” *shrugs* ok, sure.

Then yesterday I start noticing all these hits to the post in question. My ass (the actual picture) is up on her blog for the book, her tumblr, and her Amazon.com blog. HAHAHA!! When I realized this I was sitting here at work. Clapped a hand over my mouth to prevent a “LOL” moment in a quiet office, and then proceeded to blush as red as my ass was in the pic. Holy Crap!

Invitation

I’m inviting all my readers to tell me about their best voyeuristic experience. Email me about it. Perhaps I’ll do a posting about it, leaving it anonymous for you of course. Perhaps I’ll create an erotic story from it for you. Just share :) Nothing lengthy, just some details about what/who/when/where this occurred.

And I’m serious about this request for stories! All you who’ve occasionally been brave enough, say hi again. Those who haven’t yet, don’t be shy….