Oct 122009

Whew, what a mouthful of a title! So this review is for something that is pretty unique and can be viewed as the “Sybian Lite” in a way. It fits into the sex furniture category but also the Hitachi accessory category. As you’ve gathered from the title it’s a cushion meant to hold the Hitachi Magic Wand so that you can straddle it and grind away hands-free to orgasm.

The product was originally called “My Buddy”; maybe it’s my age but there’s one thing that pops into my head when I hear that name and it will always and forever be this annoying child’s talking doll from the 80’s. Or 90’s. whenever it was.


The Love Seat is a block of foam covered in a stretchy nylon-ish fabric. The foam is carved out a little up top and there’s an opening sliced open from top to bottom that you thread the cord through and then the handle of the massager through; the massager is then surrounded by foam. It’s really very simple to figure this thing out. You don’t need to remove the cover to insert the massager, you just shove a hand down the center with the plug of the cord in hand, and get that through to the bottom of the Love Seat. Keep pulling and then push the handle down inside. Continue reading »

Sep 222009


I realize that this is an unorthodox request, especially coming from a woman. Never known a woman who likes to spy and watch others having sex? Then either she was too uptight to admit it to you or even herself.  I’ve posted this under W4M because I figure that more men will check here than women or couples. But I’m not looking to just watch a man by himself. My preference would be to watch a couple.

I’ve had fantasies bred by some really hot erotica books and blogs. Some scenarios I’ve wanked to are ones like I’m in my car at night in a parking lot that’s nearly empty – suddenly a car comes in, and no one gets out right away….but then they do. Both of them. Why? Because they can’t fuck IN the car. As I silently watch from the safety of my hiding spot, they fuck against and on the car. OR. Parking lot this time is in front of your apartment complex. You get your wife to feel kinky enough to fuck in full view of the window that I can see into, with enough lights on so I can clearly see. Obviously a level of trust is going to be necessary here, so this isn’t something to jump into blindly. I’m not doing this so that I can record you or take photos, you won’t find your bare asses posted somewhere on the internet. This is purely for my own fantasy enjoyment.

Yes I’m real, yes I’m female. This is just my particular kink and I’m trying to find a way to indulge in it. I don’t want to meet in person, this isn’t an ad for sex or to join you and your wife. This is not an ad to watch you jerk off while I sit in a chair. If I wanted to see that I’d log into a chat room. Please don’t suggest situations in which my safety would be compromised, I’m not that stupid.


I posted that ad some time ago in my local Craigslist. I, surprisingly, didn’t get all that many replies. But I did find just one suitable reply – and in the end, one is better than none. We conversed for a week or two and fleshed out details.

He and his co-worker/mistress had started fucking in one of the empty offices where he works, whenever they work the later shift together. To keep up appearances she apparently pretends to leave when all others are going home, and then sneaks back in after the last one goes out. Their workplace is on the first floor in a large office building that is part of a complex of other buildings. In short, it’s not private property and my car there wouldn’t be conspicuous. He gave explicit directions as to which window (on the side) and which nights they closed up together. I didn’t tell him which night I’d be watching. I just randomly picked one.

I arrived early and put my seat back a little to read my book. It appeared as though I was waiting on someone, it was nothing to cause a second glance. A half hour later, as dusk was settling in, I noticed a lamp being turned on in the previously dark room. I quickly put my book down, put my glasses on and sat up in anticipation of the show. First I saw him alone; moments later she eagerly went to his arms. It was plainly obvious that they are a newer couple, still intent on devouring each other as much and as voraciously as possible. After a few steamy kisses she took note of the raised blinds and the lamp that was on; she said something to him and made a move to turn off the lamp – I held my breath as he quickly diverted her. He pressed his body up against hers from behind and wrapped his arms around her as his lips found her neck. She melted and slowly became more caught up in the lust. The moment his hand grabbed her hair was the moment I relaxed and knew she wouldn’t go for the lamp again.

The flames between them fanned quickly and they tore off each others’ clothes in that way that new lovers do. I felt my clit thump and pulse and knew how soaking wet I was already. I started slowly – my cunt already bared by my wearing a skirt and no panties – and I did something I never do when masturbating in semi-public locations. I took off my top. I pulled my breasts out of my bra cups and as I teased my wet cunt lips with one finger the other hand was busy pinching my nipples. I watched as they attacked each other with passionate kisses and gropes and fast movements; I was equally envious and turned on. I watched as she bent at the waist to suck his cock.

As she sucked his cock I started rubbing my clit in earnest. When it became a tug-of-war between them of his hips pumping to fuck her mouth and her sucking the life out of him, my own hips moved of their volition.

As he moved her up suddenly to sit on the desk I brought out my vibrator. When his lips locked around her nipple and his fingers dove for her cunt, she threw her head back in an obvious gasp of pleasure, my own gasps escaped as electricity flowed from my cunt and the vibrator worked its magic.

Then when he pushed her to lay back on the desk and his mouth sought out her cunt, I felt my orgasm begin to climb as I watched her back arch and her hands grab his head.

I couldn’t help it, moans and curses flew out as my cunt spasmed and flooded in a powerful orgasm. Mere moments later, before I could catch my breath or calm down my pounding heart, I witnessed her obvious climax from his oral skills.

He didn’t give her more than a moments rest before he sunk his cock easily into her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist at first and then he grabbed her legs and pushed them back – this allowed me to see brief flashes of glistening cock as he pounded into her. Did he do this because he hoped I was watching?

As I watched her get fucked my own cunt needed more attention. I grabbed my Pure Wand to try to fill up my need for cock at that moment. It didn’t take much at all before I felt the frenzy of a building g-spot orgasm. I backed off on the bullet buzzing on my clit so that I could wait for them. I didn’t wait long.

He must have said something to her because she moved her hands to hold her own legs against her chest and she spread them as much as possible. He was fucking her so forcefully, with a hand digging into her hip, that I could see her tits jiggle. He moved his free hand to her cunt and presumably started rubbing her clit. Within minutes her body shook and twitched as she climaxed; the feeling of her convulsing cunt was too much for him to bear and I watched as he stopped pumping, leaned his upper body back a little and clenched his jaw. Without hearing them I knew how strongly they had just climaxed.

I returned the bullet to my clit as I witnessed the finale, I roughly fucked myself with the hot steel wand, and I had my own massive, wet, noisy orgasm.

Aug 032009

Sunrise. Just barely.

And I can’t sleep any more.

No one else is awake. I don’t have much email to read. No new blog posts in my reader. Hmm.

Well, I can go read I guess. I check the weather and it’s slightly warm so I decide to just throw on my long terrycloth robe. Nothing underneath. Why bother? Being as quiet as I can be I grab the most readily available book and head out into the rest of the apartment. First things first, I make myself a cup of coffee. I take note of the book I picked up….Hm. One of my erotica books I’m reviewing. Ah well, that’ll pass some time as good as any! As I gather up my things to head out to my balcony, I pause and think. Do I? What the hell. I grab my bullet vibrator, just in case.

The view from our balcony is, well, not a view. It’s a corner unit so to my left it is open and I can see the other building that is 50 feet away. In front of me I see other buildings situated down a bit (we are up above on a slight hill) and the parking lots and driveway through the complex. But it’s early dawn on a weekend, and I can’t imagine many will be up. I set myself up to relax on the lounge chair and soon I am lost in my book.

I read one story and my robe slips off one shoulder, baring more than half of one breast, my nipple hardening to the air. At the next story I part my robe and slide one finger in between my lips, burying in the slit, testing the wetness gathering there. I am slowly drawing a tight circle around my clit when I hear a noise from the ground below. I quickly stop what I’m doing and look around, but I don’t hear it anymore and I don’t see anything. I assume that it’s an animal down in the overgrown bushes and tall grass. I ignore it.

I go back to reading but not before I part my robe and slide the bullet between my lips, nestling against my clit. As I turn it on I startle at how loud it seems in the quiet of the morning. But that doesn’t stop me. Soon I have both legs exposed; one bent up with my foot on the lounge chair, the other foot is resting on the floor. I read my book with one hand while the other hand presses the bullet against my clit, rubbing slightly.

As I finish the story I let the book rest open, pages down, on my tummy. I move my bent left leg down so that my foot is on the floor, mirroring the other leg. I am straddling the lounge chair, essentially. I use my left hand to spread myself open more, pulling back the hood of my clit as my right hand holds the bullet and rubs firm tight circles around my clit. I am concentrating on pulling this orgasm out.

And so, I don’t notice the rustling noise again.

And I don’t notice the head of dark brown hair. Or the eyes peering at me.

It’s all in my periphery and it’s just not registering on my radar. That is, until I start cresting the peak before the crash…..and by then it’s just too damn far gone for me to care. I lock eyes with my Peeping Tom as my cunt spasms and my heart races.

I let my legs spread wider, and my robe drop off my shoulder completely to fully expose one breast. His eyes sweep over me…. lingering, staring.

And then he’s gone.

Jul 182009


Before I discovered smut on the internet, I discovered erotic books. I have such a vivid imagination that I can see the scene in my mind as I read; my own private movie. It is something that is a big bonus to my erotic fiction writings. Text and words have always aroused me more than images (usually). My favorite reads for arousal have always been of the short story anthology variety. Everyone’s taste is different so there’s always the inevitable few stories that do nothing for you. The rest of them usually make up for that. But if you enjoy reading my blog and you get off to my written words, then no sextoy shopping trip would be complete without picking up a hot book to take to bed with you. It can be for an indulgent night alone, and it can be used to prime yourself for your partner. Read it aloud, even. Involve them.

There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to review this book. Caught Looking: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionists (edited by Alison Tyler and Rachel Kramer Bussel) is a title that is so obviously meant for me. Indeed, many of these stories have aroused me to the core and have given me ideas.

The characters vary widely in this collection of 20 stories. Predominantly hetero with a couple token lesbian stories and a few bisexual females thrown into the mix. Some stories are about characters who are purposely being exhibitionists and some are accidental exhibitionists. There are the tales of shy, lonely late bloomers secretly listening or watching.

I set out to read one evening, settled comfortably into bed with various toys at the ready. Wearing nothing but a bedtime t-shirt I snuggled under the comforter and began. The first story seemed familiar (it is indeed in another anthology I own) but is honestly one of my favorites.

….the second she’d seen the picture window facing the apartment across the alley, her mind had turned to the idea of taking her clothes off in front of it, and the deal was closed.
~Curtain Call, Thomas S. Roche

Our heroine masturbates in front of this window without knowing if anyone is even home in the apartment across the way. And right at the outset, I was wet. Raptly engrossed in my reading, my lips parted and tongue running along the inside of my lower lip, I read and wanted to be her. I’ve done what I could in the arrangement of my apartment but the best was merely an open window and a vocal orgasm. My index finger lazily grazed circles over my hardening clit by the time I neared completion of this story.

…The water streamed over our heads and I drifted on a mist of steam, a storm gathering in the pit of my stomach.I was just starting that smooth glide to a deep come when I heard a thin cry float above Taylor’s labored grunts.
~A Flash of Gold, Radclyffe

This lesbian story in the setting of a college dormitory shower made me want to go back to college – just not the one I went to. The college I attended did not have large multi-shower rooms meant to be shared by the floor. Instead we only shared our shower with the adjoining room. Perhaps an arrangement like the dorm showers in this story would have done little else for me than provide a visual feast for me to furtively watch, but perhaps it would have gotten me my longed-for college girl-on-girl experience. Maybe an invitation to join the couple I would happen upon at 1am, fucking under the stream of water. Surely at least  a few opportunities to listen to labored breathing and moans a stall or two over. All these what-ifs floating in my head, combined with the story, lead me to move from fingers circling my clit to nestling my bullet vibe between my pussy lips and gently buzzing away on my clit.

…Eyes wide, I stared at the car over his shoulder, barely able to make out the man behind the wheel. All I could see was the glow of his cigarette. He didn’t start the car, he didn’t leave. He sat there, watching us. Watching me get fucked.
~The Stars Fell Down, Kristina Wright

An adulterous couple sneaks away from a party and their spouses to meet up in the parking lot of the school where he works. A heated scene in the car leads to desire-fueled sex outside of the car. Suddenly, someone exits the school and watches them. The couple are aware, but are so crazed for each other that they don’t care. Again this is one of those situations where I don’t know who I’d rather be. Her, or the voyeur. After this story I finally laid my book aside to concentrate on getting off. With my bullet vibrator pressed to my clit just so, I climaxed with a long drawn out orgasm.

…Her tits brush against mine, the nipples so hard as they send tingles of sensation through my body. She kisses me again, grinding on top of me. It doesn’t occur to me that other patrons might be watching. I don’t eve really care. The only thing, in that moment, is the feel of the stripper’s body against me and the heat of your eyes on us.
~Couples Welcome, Erica Dumas

I want to go to a strip club. SOON. This story combined a reluctant bi-curious girl paired with a female stripper, and later on sex with her man outside the club. Two hot aspects in one story. I’m not kidding, someone take me to a strip club or two. I had to come again after this story. This time I deftly stroked my g-spot to orgasm with my beloved Pure Wand. I have long harbored fantasies of strip clubs. Being a dancer; watching a friend get up there and get naked for me; getting a private lap dance and “more”; going to a strip club with a female friend, both of us being scantily dressed, getting each other off as we watch the strippers perform and tease; the list goes on and on. As I read this story I was the girl, I was the one getting a lap dance, I was the one getting fucked in the alley.

There are many other good stories in this anthology. There are two with male Dominant / female submissive angles…..those both were a huge turn-on for me at the time I read it but for right now I can’t read them. I get filled with longing and realization I might never have that. There are also a few stories that were duds, to me, but that is a given in any anthology. This book was primarily arousing and should definitely be bought, soon. Before you use a sex toy, you need to be turned on. This, my friends, will do the job over and over again.

Jun 062009


I asked to review the Ideal because a number of my sex blogger peers enjoyed it. Ladies who also thoroughly enjoy the Hitachi – therefore, a good chance I would like it as well. I recalled reading buyer reviews on another site-who-shall-remain-nameless-because-I’m-not-going-to-review-for-them-any-more which complained about the noise level of the Ideal – namely that it sounded half broken. But the gals I converse with said it wasn’t that bad or they didn’t notice it.

Well, sad to say, it is noisy – unless you’re using it and by using it I mean applying some degree of pressure to your bits. If you’re just lightly running it over yourself it’s going to be noisy. Half-broken noisy, in fact. Loud enough that you can’t disguise it whereas the Hitachi could be concealed if used under the covers. I have heard that if you use the g-spot attachment that it can mute out some of the noise.

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May 312009

Today is the last day of National Masturbation Month. I hope you made the month note-worthy! I sure did.

All in all it was a crappy weekend filled with familial obligations that involved a shit-ton of driving. My time was divided between being in a decidedly irritating environment to an, albeit equally irritating, quiet and contemplative environment (my god does this state have more than it’s fair share of idiotic asshole drivers). I tend to do a lot of thinking and daydreaming and such when I’m driving for long periods alone. When I was still doing jewelry design it was a time period when I would think up the most designs. Handy, right? I’m driving, my memory is crap and so I have to wait until I get home or can pull over to sketch out designs….frequently I’d forget half of the brilliant ideas.

To combat boredom today, in hours 9-12 of driving (hours 1-9 were done in between 7am and midnight yesterday) I decided to be a little naughty.


Well actually…..more than a little naughty.

I even have a couple really really short video clips I strung together, just to prove I am indeed driving and I am indeed driving with my tits hanging out. This is about as close to driving topless as I had the cohones to get to. Perhaps another time in the future, when I’m not alone in the car, I will. And the photos will turn out better since they’re not self-shot.

I’m just not sure about posting it. It doesn’t show my face, but it shows the interior of my car. Perhaps I am being too paranoid with my anonymity.

I’m also not sure about posting the audio clip.   (Edit: I was convinced to do so)

What audio clip, you ask?

One of the things that my mind spent a lot of time lingering on was a certain sweet, sexy curvy gal and the fact that she’s very very naughty at work and the fact that I want to fuck her. Viewing photos on her blog and a few short video clips that she took while at work caused me to masturbate in the most inopportune of times/places over the weekend. One of those times and places being driving at 70 mph down Route 76. A 4-lane divided busy toll highway.  For some reason inspiration struck as I was getting close to orgasm….I used this nice little feature on my phone called “voice notes”, that allows me to record something and then send it – to another phone or to email. So I emailed it to myself and someone special. I had pondered posting it, but I am just about decided against it. I also used the voice notes in a very vanilla way by recording some shit that I thought of to write about either here or the other blog or just shit in general I thought up to tell someone.

She’s not the only person my mind wandered to frequently – the other one knows who he is and honestly it’s nothing news-worthy, not like I don’t mention him enough ;)

And then when my second urging to wank while driving struck, and I found myself needing a little more….I finished off at a rest stop. A busy one. Some guy drove strangly close to my car – he came up the right side and instead of cutting straigh across the row he drove in FRONT of my car. Since he was in an SUV and I’m in my little compact….well I think he could see both hands shoved down the front of my unbuttoned pants. He looked right at me. Yeah, he knew. Old perv, lol. I looked very conspicuous sitting there….just sitting in my car when most were getting out, using the facilities or just stretching their legs or the dogs legs.


I definitely had fun. And I am sure there is more naughty exhibitionistic driving in my future.