Share The Love
Just in time for a sexy Valentine’s Day gift! When you want a kit that’s all-inclusive, Babeland kits are certainly the way to go! This one is theme for Valentine’s Day with it’s heart wrapper and sweet name, including fun couple items to ensure a pleasurable celebration!
Set the mood with the mini Babeland Jasmine Ginger massage candle. Light it right away so that when you’re ready for the massage, enough of the soy wax has melted to ensure a slippery massage.
A roll of the heavy large metal dice will kick things off in a good direction, while you savor the great combinations (suck nipple, kiss lips) and giggle at the silly ones (stroke lips).
The Babeland Pocket Rocket is a nice quality one – I’ve had ones in which it’s either on, or you’re taking it apart. This one has firm clicks to each position. It’s a lower-pitched buzz, which I find preferable. High-pitched buzzy vibes can get annoying and fail at the task at hand. The kit even includes one AA battery for the vibe!
My only dislike of the kit is the jelly cock-ring. The material can’t be sterilized and it’s vulnerable to getting torn. The placement of the thumb-sized bullet vibe just isn’t right for my body. However, I know that there are good reviews on vibes like this so don’t discount it because of my picky cunt :)
To finish off the kit they have included a large sample of their luxurious Entice lube, and a Crown brand condom that boasts being very thin – it is one that is as close to feeling bare as you can get while wearing a condom.
All in all, I really like it. So Share the Love for Valentine’s Day!
For anyone who decides to get the kit, shoot me an email first. I have a Babeland coupon code I can give you, for 10% off, and also a voucher for 30 minutes free VideoOnDemand so you can heat things up that night with a bit of porn! Porn courtesy of PassionateVOD.com
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Review: Kama Sutra Oil of Love
Kama Sutra Vanilla Oil of Love
Yet again, dear readers, I chose something by the looks of it. I didn’t really know much of anything about the Kama Sutra line of items. In the past they didn’t appeal to me or seem to offer up something missing from my sex life.
You gotta admit though, it’s pretty pretty! Another one to set on your nightstand. The one I tried is the Vanilla Cream as I am not a fan of imitation fruit scents. The scent on this is not overpowering but it’s decidedly “there”. Unlike the Chocolate Aphrodisiac oil which had little to no chocolate scent, this delivers with a relaxing erotic fragrance.
However, it’s the same sort of concoction. They call it an “oil”, but it contains no oil. Instead it’s sweetened up with chemicals and
This supposedly has another tingly/warming property like the other stuff I reviewed, but it failed to perform for me. Another note is that they say that although it appears tinted in the bottle it is clear on the skin – not exactly. When it’s spread out and rubbed in, sure it’s clear. But when you first pour it on (especially on skin as pale as mine) it is colored a bit like Mt. Dew :)
While this won’t leave you greasy, if you use enough you’ll feel slightly tacky when you’re through with the massage – I recommend keeping a babywipe or similar on hand for easy cleanup. Or heck just move the party to the shower! The water-based oil is hypoallergenic, dermatologist tested, and condom safe.
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HNT: Pearls #2
I do like all sorts of pearl necklaces…
I tend to prefer natural cultured pearls though, their heaviness and imperfections are preferable to even the highest quality uniform glass pearls.
It’s a toss-up for me, to choose a favorite color pearl…..between cream and charcoal grey/black.
I’m sorry, am I putting dirty thoughts into your head speaking of cream-colored pearl necklaces??
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Pleasurists #13
Pleasurists is your round-up of the adult product reviews that came out in the last seven days from bloggers all around the sex blogosphere. Did you miss Pleasurists #12? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #14? Submit it here before Sunday February 1st at 11:59pm PST. Please re-post this list on your own blog if listed.
Want to win some free swag? All you’ve got to do is enter.
- Swag Contest: Isis! Deadline: Wednesday January 28th at 11:59pm.
- 4th Blog-iversary Trivia Contest Deadline: January 31st at 11:59pm.
- Win a Hot New Sex Toy! Deadline: February 1st.
- The Cherries are Sexy Valentine’s Day Giveaway! Deadline: Valentine’s Day, February 14th, 2009.
On to the reviews…
Editor’s Pick
- Maui Silicone Anal Beads by Kyle
The words “anal beads” cause my internal 14 year old boy to giggle nervously and worry about the potential tenting in his jeans. My slightly more mature self smiles appreciatively with no less potential for tenting. I’m a fan of buttsex…
Madame Editrix
Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek
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Real Live Sex
There is a downside to dating this girl. Oh yes, it’s not all perfection and light filled with endless hot sex! My partner gets teased a lot, sexually speaking of course. He reads this blog, and he takes half of the pictures. During the few weeks he was sick with a pretty bad chest cold, sex or just about anything that would raise his heart-rate too high was out of the question. Those photos for the oral fixation posts? Killed him. My devouring of the large bag of lollipops? He begged for mercy. Needless to say, he was um well….I’m sure you know.
The other night he finally declared he was well enough and I felt obligated to pull out all the stops.
I pulled him into a joint shower with me – what better way to get things heated up right quick than 2 wet soapy bodies in the very close quarters of an old-school tub/shower? I will admit to running my very sudsy shower poof over my breasts a little more than necessary.
(I like breasts as much as any heterosexual man, but I don’t get what it is about sudsy tits that makes men into drooling hornballs.)
In the bedroom I intended to work him up to an amazing orgasm. I put the leather mattress corners on the bed, my leather wrist cuffs on him, and clipped him to the bed. If I’m going to be the best cocktease I can be, his hands can’t have the opportunity to help things along. As the flat of my tongue ran firmly up the length of his cock, he gasped. When I stopped and held my tongue there at the edge just about to go over the top, with open lips poised to engulf him, he moaned. Seconds ticked by and still I did not move my mouth; unthinking he went to move his hands to my head but quickly remembered the restraints.
Rest assured I soon gave him what he wanted. I added in the Hitachi for a few minutes before I moved it under me. As I laid on my stomach sucking his cock, my pussy was grinding against the head of the Hitachi. He could hear the sound of the vibrator, he could see my ass moving as I fucked the vibrator and he could feel my moans around his cock as the vibrator drove me crazy. Which in turn drove him crazy. Soon, I found that the mattress corner restraints were failing as I felt his hand on my head. I gave in and removed the restraints. An enthusiastic blowjob became something more as his hands in my hair and at the back of my head took on a life of their own, controlling the speed of my mouth suctioning his cock and the depth to which I sucked it into my mouth.
Soon, I climbed on top and sank down onto his cock, an act made easy by my soaking wet cunt. I brought the Hitachi to rest snugly against my clit and the base of his cock and I slowly rocked my hips back and forth, in circles, up an down. Within a minute I shuddered screamed and collapsed in a huge orgasm. The second I clicked off the Hitachi and threw it to the floor, he grabbed me by the waist, pulled me close to his chest and started to roll us with his cock still inside of me. It’s a move he does often, not wanting to break contact while we change positions so that he can fuck me hard.
I need to interject here and explain something. We have a unique bed situation. We couldn’t afford a king or queen sized bed, so we put to use the 2 matching twin bedframe sets he inherited. We used our own twin mattresses, and have the beds pushed together side by side. It’s actually worked out well, no chance of hogging the covers! He is accustomed to using something called a feather bed topper on his mattress, it’s underneath the fitted sheet. Every so often he has to re-center it, for some reason it likes to slide around a bit under there.
Back to our story.
And there is a point to this story. Sometimes readers assume that sexbloggers, with their trunks of toys, have sex lives that are better than most everyone else. Sure, my toys have led to better masturbation, have helped me further explore my sexuality, and have indeed made the sex I have better. But it’s not a porno. We’re not perfect sex goddesses.
He rolled us from my bed to his to continue fucking me. Pretty much as soon as my back is on his bed, I feel the discarded restraints under my back. His powerful roll combined with a slippery comforter and the featherbed topper hanging off the bed a bit resulted in…..the both of us sliding right off the bed to the floor. This wasn’t just a simple slide-off-the-bed, haha, lets-continue-fucking. Oh no.
You see, the dresser on his side is a mere 2 feet away from his bed. As we landed quite awkwardly, still me on bottom him on top, my kneecap (my bad knee) had a nice hard greeting with the dresser. I was bent funny. He says “Are you ok?” amidst the sound of glass bottles of cologne tumbling over on the dresser. Loudly.
“Owwwww no……getoffme!”
We unwedged ourselves from the spot and got back into bed to nurse our wounds. It wasn’t anybody’s fault, but I felt bad he didn’t get relief for his um discomfort. He felt bad for me crashing and hurting my knee. After a few minutes of laying there, I started to giggle. I couldn’t help it. It was pretty comical. I usually wonder if our neighbors can hear us fucking; boy that night I really wondered if they heard the fall and what they thought.
A day in the life of real sex.
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