Jun 172010
 

Two years. 500 posts. 5700 comments. 386,000 visitors to my site. ~1,000 subscribers to my feed. 80 sex toy / sexy fun items reviewed. 4 trips to NYC, 1 trip to Seattle, and 1 upcoming calendar. 3 projects – e[lust], the sex blogger co-op and toyswap network. Countless awesome peers, acquaintances, friendlies and supportive friends that I wouldn’t have without this blog? Priceless. I’m in a different place than I was a year ago. Some things for better, some things….not. But I’m still grateful. I’m finally able to do things like my side projects to give a little back to the community that’s given me so much. I’m still learning, I’m still growing. I’ve hit some very recent number milestones and I’ve got this mild obsession with numbers and statistics. The 500 posts and just last week hitting 1000 readers tickles me. Thank you for having me. On a side note, if you’ve happened to

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Aug 252009
 

It is rare these days to be in a dressing room that has curtains instead of doors. At first this made me insecure and paranoid that I wouldn’t get it closed just so. The curtain was very heavy so luckily it would not get disturbed by a breeze created by someone else going past it in the hallway. It was a T-shaped section in the middle of the store. In the front of the T were a few chairs, a large mirror, and exit doorways on either side. Going down the length of a short hallway were the dressing rooms. I was in the very first room closest to the chairs and exit. I was surrounded by so many things in my little room, I just gathered up as much stuff in one run as possible. A few dresses, a few tops, a bunch of bras. After trying on the tops I found one I

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Aug 092009
 

At the beginning of my sophomore year of college I worked for the school paper doing photography. Since I was the only one of the photographers with good darkroom experience, it was my domain. My escape. My quiet corner of darkness. I knew what I was doing in there, the chemicals didn’t bother me and I could be there for hours. Also at this time I was enjoying a brief period of the singleton life and having fun. Perhaps a little too much fun. I actually had access to two different darkrooms on opposite ends of the campus. One in a standard classroom building, the other in the student union near the office for the paper. I had keys to these places but my access was limited to the hours of the buildings. My darkroom didn’t have furniture really, nothing to sit on except for one classroom style chair. I never had time to sit

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Jul 262009
 

She will occasionally send me photos. Sexy photos. Cute photos. Beautiful photos. But it is her husband that will send me the naughty photos. The downright dirty photos. The pervy photos. Her husband will send me life-size close-up photos of her beautiful cunt and it makes my own cunt ache. It makes my tongue and lips ache to be on her. (It made me wet and it made me come hard) Her husband will invite me to watch them over webcam, naked and beautiful. While she is my friend and we are vocally mutually interested in each other, it is her husband that indulges the horny pervert in me. Will I whisper in her husband’s ear, in the noisy bar, “Does your wife want to kiss me?” Will I ask her husband, before I check for myself, “Is your wife wearing any panties?” While her husband watches guard, I will sneak my hand up under

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Apr 072009
 

It seems that my dominant side is never the most prevalent. But when it does come out to play….I feel ruthless. Bitch extraordinaire. I have not had any experience dominating a woman be it in person or virtually, but I’ve already discussed (here and with others) my desire to do so. I also must point out that I’ve never been much of a fan of the humiliation aspect of D/s, either receiving or doling out. Something more sinister, however, has popped up inside of me lately and I am finding myself aroused by the strangest things. A few weeks ago, at a meeting at work for our new unit assignments, the group was asked to do the school-classroom bullshit of “stand up and tell us about yourself”. Let it be known that I hate this. I am not comfortable speaking in front of people, even in such a casual setting. So I felt for this

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Feb 222009
 
Creamy Sin

Velvety Warm Silky Creamy Coating my tongue Dripping down my chin I lick it from my lips and fingers It is simple and luxurious, sinful and decadent. It is over too soon and I cry for more. {sigh} I sin equally in sex as I do in food. My breakfast concoction this weekend and Sunday night’s dinner are like pure sin on the tongue. The silky gorgeous mouthfeel of high-fat-content dairy foods is really in the top 3 of sinful food. Melted sweet cream cheese; cream sauces; runny warm egg yolks. Just fucking divine. Oh, I’m sorry. What did you think I was talking about?? You want sexy food? I got it, right here. And I’m going to share it. Related Posts:A Very Merry Un-Birthday….to Me Today was my birthday. Yet it was also an un-birthday. What I mean is that…Fluid Sexuality -or- I’m not Kinky Anymore A lot has happened in my 6 years

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