Jan 102010

What is it about wet skin (or wet clothes even) that is so universally sexy and sensual?

Not just water wet but oil wet or lube wet or ohhhh soapy wet!


Why do you think wet is so sexy?

Dec 192009

I’m a sucker for funky design and so when I saw the Climax Twist rechargeable massager in edenfantasys.com “New Arrivals” list, I knew I wanted to review it. The 90 degree angle is really what got me moreso than the rechargeable factor. In fact, the rechargeable factor was nearly a deterrent simply because I don’t often get a rechargeable sex toy that packs the power or type of vibration that I like.

I’ve read a few other reviews of this vibrator that seemed a bit over-the-top when describing the power and noise level and the girth of the G-spot end. Such dramatic description is only meant for the Hitachi, in my opinion. The Climax Twist vibrator is actually considerably more quiet than the Hitachi on low and *nearly* as powerful but not as deep of a vibration as the Hitachi on low. The Climax Twist is not equivalent to the Hitachi in power. But how does it compare to the Acuvibe? The Acuvibe on high is more powerful, deep and noisy than the Climax Twist, but the Climax beats out the Acuvibe on low. There’s one caveat to the Acuvibe, at least the one I own, that when you apply a decent amount of pressure to it it visibly slows down in power. The Climax Twist doesn’t do that.

climax twist vs hitachi 2 climax twist vs hitachi 1

One thing that I like about this rechargeable vibrator is that it is more of a low-pitch deep-resonating vibration than many others I have tried. So many rechargeable vibrators, to me, are more of a high-pitch buzzy (which doesn’t get me off).

CLARIFICATION: The above power/noise/etc comparisons are being made against the “massager” portion of this vibrator. I’m not yet talking about the G-spot end, because that’s another story altogether.

Another thing that I really liked about the Climax, as I mentioned before, is the ability for it to be either straight or at a 90 degree angle. This twist makes it much easier to transport and store unlike the Ideal massager, who’s quirky handle takes up more space. If your partner uses the G-spot tip on you, then you can keep this vibrator straight. If you are using the massager on yourself, the 90 degree angle is ideal. For using the G-spot end on yourself though, I’m not loving the 90 angle as much as I thought I would but that’s partially due to the placement of the controls. They’re not in a good spot if you want to change up the vibration pattern. Close-up photos farther down there show the buttons and the odd (and useless) light purple ribbing. One reason that I don’t like using the G-spot tip as it’s intended is because of that ribbing – there’s no way you’ll use it internally without those ribbings getting filled with lube/bodily fluids/etc. That seems like it would be REALLY hard to clean properly.

climax twist 2

Now, on to the G-spot portion of this toy. The girth is good. If you prefer slim insertables, then this isn’t the toy for you. However, I did not find this to be as filling as my big blue toy. The specs claim that it is only 1 5/8 inch wide on the EF site, but Topco’s site claims it is 2.25″ at it’s widest. I’m not sure I believe either number, to be honest. But I don’t have a ruler handy. You can see it below in comparison to my big blue dildo, which is supposed to be 2″ wide. Because of the angle of penetration, the manner and angle in which G-spot tips are meant to be used, I doubt that you would find this toy as intense as my 2″ wide dildo. But that’s my opinion.

climax twist vs big blue dildo

As for the vibrations of the G-spot end – meh. I can’t pinpoint where the motor actually is, but the vibration is a pitch higher than the massager end and more diffuse. It’s a little louder, too. I wasn’t thrilled with the vibrations for that end, to be honest. I would say that if your clit is still in the stages of arousal where you’re more sensitive, start off with the G-spot end.

climax twist 1 climax twist 3

The box claims you can turn both motors on at once for more power or something, but that happened was akin to your washing machine getting off balance – the motor in the G-spot end seemed to go a bit wonky they didn’t resonate at the exact same rate nor did either motor make either end more powerful. And it’s certainly not like this toy is large enough or designed to be used by two vaginas simultaneously.

A few more points to tick off that don’t need further explanation:

  • There is no battery light, you don’t know for sure it’s charging other than the fact that it won’t turn on.
  • The charge seems to last longer at full power than Acuvibe, before it starts waning
  • The massager head is very small, so you cannot use any Hitachi or similar attachments
  • Topco says that the materials are pthalates-free, but yet it’s rubber. On EF’s safety scale, it’s only a 3. Not for sharing unless it’s be-condomed.
  • Despite it being rubber, there was very little offensive odor to it, what was there faded very quickly
  • There is only one speed to this vibrator, but 7 “functions” (which includes straight vibration). Typical “multi-function” variety of patterns/pulses/etc. I don’t need to explain them.
  • It’s not waterproof, likely because they can’t seal off the twist joint. But then again, the other massager-style vibes aren’t either.

At the end of the day, would I recommend this toy? If you can get it on sale, then yes, most definitely yes. Currently it’s priced higher than the Acuvibe and of course higher than the Hitachi BUT it does have those unique features and options. However I still think it’s just a wee bit too high given the manufacturer and the material. If it were silicone, that might justify it. It’s priced like a luxury toy, but it’s not.

Nov 152009

There are so many curves that I love, many of them pertaining to the female form. But this particular curve catches my eye sometimes, as it did this particular night.

It’s the curve where the top of a woman’s breast flattens to collarbone, the curve that gets pronounced when she is wearing a bra with amazing support. Certain bras will give us this support from the bottom up, and if no bra strap or clothing is able to meld into that dramatically pronounced sudden curve, it becomes this deliciously perverted little spot.

Something like this:


With this kind of support our breasts are elevated – held aloft against gravity – as if resting on a shelf. When we walk the tops of our breasts move and jiggle and draw in the eye.

She was wearing either an amazing bra or a corset under her dress. I couldn’t tell. The wide-neck and low cut dress was sexy without going over the top but her tits with that jiggle and that space and that uplift made it almost obscene. I stared in awe and appreciation, lust and arousal. I equally wanted to touch as much as I just wanted to ask what she was wearing underneath in the female-camaraderie way of “Wow your tits look fabulous, where did you get the bra?”

I did neither, in the end.

I just stared.

And there’s really nothing you can do about this spot other than stare. It’s like fine art in that way – gallery-worthy. Touching doesn’t enhance. Licking doesn’t transform. All you can do is gaze and hope that you can successfully walk the line between an appreciative stare and a lecherous ogle.

Go see who else is talking about, dreaming about, fantasizing about curves:

Gray: http://mygrayline.blogspot.com/

Aurore: http://dangerousliaisons-aurore.blogspot.com/

Petal: http://secretlifeofaslummymummy.blogspot.com/

Salt and Pepper: http://cellobiscuit.blogspot.com/

Britni: http://britisstillshameless.blogspot.com/

Amy Liz: http://moresexchocolateandredlipstick.wordpress.com/

Mr B: http://sexwiththewife.blogspot.com/

Dave: http://glimpsesofdave.blogspot.com/2009/11/curve.html

Autumn http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/

Panser Bjørne: http://insatiabear.blogspot.com/

Bri: http://theunequivocalme.blogspot.com/

Ms. Scarlett: http://msscarlettletter.blogspot.com/

Lolita Vida: http://www.sexingrock.blogspot.com/

FG Sakes: http://fgsakes.blogspot.com/

Hubman: http://hubmanshangout.wordpress.com/

Library Vixen: http://libraryvixen.com/

Barefoot Dreamer: http://dreamingbearfoot.blogspot.com/

Topaz http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com/

Duchess: http://theduchessissexy.blogspot.com/

Nov 102009

As I predicted, my body didn’t appreciate the weekend antics. I’m still recovering from it physically and mentally. But also I’m feverishly trying to find the theme I want for the self-hosted e[lust] site. I basically want exactly what I’m currently using for the blog, but with the ability to more easily customize some aspects. Oh just download the theme from the developer directly, you say? Yeah, tried that. It’s not quite the same and almost less customizable unless I want to tweak the stylesheet and I just don’t have the patience.

I really don’t have as many sightseeing photos as I did last year because extenuating circumstances prevented me from seeing and doing a lot of what I planned on. And in fact….I don’t think I even have a photo of me all dressed up for the party. Not like I don’t still have the outfit, I do, but a posed after-thought photo just isn’t quite the same. I’ve got a lot to write about; people I met and things we did. In time though, soon, I promise.

So I’ll leave you with a couple of the better photos from the weekend.


Oct 062009


I’m sure that the majority of my readers don’t qualify for this, being not a girl or not fat. But I think some of you might appreciate this. I urge you to re-post this (include that link to the original author’s article, plzthx) AND and and and! Most Important! Take a deep breath and take a sexy photo of yourself. Something like mine up there. Don’t hide behind massive cropping for this, but feel free to do what you need to feel sexy. That picture there? More deleted attempts than I care to admit before I got a good shot – and it’s taking a big deep courageous breath to hit the Publish button. If you want help, email me. If you do this, let me know and I’ll put a link up to your post at the end of this one. Come on, don’t leave me hangin here ladies, join me in being a Hot Fat Girl! The rest of you folks can support us and cheer us on.

This Hot Fat Girl Revolution is not my idea, I found this article and the manifesto that Zoe wrote for herself and all Hot Fat Girls. Go read the article in it’s entirety, it gives some background on why Zoe wrote this.

I underlined the parts that really resonated with me personally. Right now I’m trying to find clothes for the Calendar launch party in NYC in a month. While I’m sure very few will pay as much attention to what I’m wearing as I think they will, I still need to *feel* sexy and like I belong in NYC (rather than the sticks of Nowheresville). And finding appropriate clothes has been DAMN hard. I resorted to doing my shopping online. That’s pretty hit-or-miss; moreso when the trendier sexy pieces are “Jr Plus” for the younger girls and a 1x in Jr Plus is about two sizes smaller than a 1x in the rest of plus-size world. I got my top, which is sleeveless, and it’s pretty good albeit shedding glitter like Tinkerbell. I’d prefer it to be a little roomier in the tummy, but that’s what Spanx is for. Since it’s sleeveless I got a shrug/bolero thingie to go over, but it’s too plain and too short in the back. It’ll be going back and I’ll need to find another one more appropriate. I’ve got fingers and toes crossed that the skirt and crinoline petticoat are arriving soon and, more importantly, will fit.

I have to shop online because nearly all brick-and-mortar stores have a teeny tiny (ironic, no?) plus-size section. Maybe 1/10th the clothing as “regular” size, if we’re lucky. Which is damn ridiculous seeing as how nearly 2/3 of American women have a BMI of over 25 (that starts the “overweight/obese” ranking) and 1/2 of those women are into the “obese” category with a BMI of over 30. Now, I don’t know what clothing sizes that correlates to for the “overweight” category but I do know that obese=plus-size. So why are we treated like lepers in most clothing/department stores?

I am trying my best to say “Just because I’m fat doesn’t exclude me from being sexy”, I’m not being an advocate for each and every bullet point below because I didn’t write it. If you take issue with it, go take issue to the author of the list.

By Zoe Whittall (for shamelessmag.com)

BECAUSE being a hot fat girl is a lot of work and is undervalued or unrecognized.
Because a fat girl still has to pay more money for uglier clothes or spend 11 hours at the thrift store to find anything hot to wear.
Because if you take the elevator people think you’re lazy but if you’re on the treadmill people laugh.
Because men like John Goodman and Bernie Mac get to have careers on television but most sitcom moms of three still have size-two waists.
Because even feminist magazines publish fat-phobic articles under the guise of it being a “health issue.”
Because anti-capitalist activists still use expressions like “fat capitalist pig.”
Because girls are dieting at the age of nine.
Because side effects of the most popular diet drugs are seizures, heart failure, fecal urgency, breast cancer, lung disease, insomnia, nausea and vomiting, dangerously high blood pressure, abnormal heartbeat, psychosis, strokes, hallucinations and sudden death.
Because the Cooper Institute’s ongoing study of 30,000 people has found that those who are fittest live the longest, no matter what they weigh.
Because the doctor who said that there were 30,000 “obesity-related” deaths each year received over $2 million in research funding from Jenny Craig and Weight Watchers.
Because that study prompted the FDA to approve Phen-Phen and Redux.
Because fat hatred is a money-making industry.
Because fat people who exercise live longer than thin people who don’t.
Because if you lose weight ’cause you’re sick people tell you how great you look.
Because hatred is so ingrained in every single one of us, especially inside the heart of even the hottest fat girl.
Because even the most progressive people don’t talk or write about it.
Because I am tired of being ignored, invisible, de-sexualized and told that I have such a pretty face.
Because it’s not fat that kills, it’s fear of fat.**

For all that and more I am a part of the HOT FAT GIRL REVOLUTION!


Feel free to use this sidebar banner on your blog and link back to this post or your post to show that you’re in the Hot Fat Girl Revolution! If you are just a supporter of us Hot Fat Girls you can use it too and link back to this post.

Yay, the first fellow Hot Fat Girl has joined me :) Go say hello to Lilikka!

Ashley has posted some pics and put in her thoughts, please go visit her!

For a really good read on the first point in that list up there from a hot girl who’s blog is all about being a hot fat girl, please go read Shannon’s thoughts

My good friend, BadBadGirl, put up her Hot Fat Girl photo – the one that boosts her confidence and spirits on bad days

Dani has joined in and posted her Hot Fat Girl photo and thoughts!

Vanilla Kinks has put up her photo and post, please go show her some love! She’s busting myths that seem to follow all fat people around like a dark cloud.

Sexaholic BBW finally got her butt around to participating and posting a photo, hehe. Go check her out!

Now I know that “fat” isn’t the only category of women who have a hard time. The other end of the scale does, too. So if you’re a Hot Skinny Girl and want to write a similar manifesto, please do! And let me know about it!

Visit Amy to read about the Hot Skinny Girl side of the coin

EDIT: Thanks to Mr. Common Sense from Illinois, I now have to completely fuck up the flow and aura of this post and what it is supposed to represent. There are ALOT of very valid points up there in that list but Mr. Common Sense chose to start a goddamn debate on a post asking for SUPPORT. If you’d like to further debate the 1 point out of nearly 20 that Zoe wrote, whether you’re in agreement with or disagreement with Mr. Hijacker, that’s a debate for another time, another post and who knows maybe even another blog. But most definitely not this post, ok? My house, my rules. “Public” blog or not.

**I don’t fully agree with every single reason listed and I will say that this one deserves a caveat. Yes, fat can kill. Excessive fat can be very unhealthy and exacerbate other diseases that kill. But fat alone doesn’t necessarily always kill. Fat does not always equal unhealthy. Fat does not always equal healthy. This is all I will say on the matter, and I expect you to respect it and do the same.

Oct 042009

Do you think that my chosen attire was an innocent happenstance? No, I saw myself in the changing room mirror when I bought it and later through the lens of the camera. It’s cut deep and it draws the eyes like a siren’s call.

Yeah, I know.

Do you think I’m oblivious to the fact that nearly every time I’m there, so are you? Or him? Or even him? Watching over me from your perch with jovial chatter, under the pretense that you need to make sure I’m doing it correctly. But that’s not the real reason.

No, I know better.

Do you think that I’m concentrating on counting or my form when I go silent for a few moments and look off slightly to your left, staring at nothing in the distance? I can see in my periphery that you’re watching me – not my form, no, your eyes and mind are elsewhere.

I pretend I don’t, but I do know.

You try to be professional, and do your job properly, helping others around me. But I see your gaze that you think you hide so well. I saw you watching me from that dimly lit room while working on someone else, as I laid on my stomach propped up by my elbows. Really now, the amount of cleavage that is bared from that position?

I know what you can see.

Did you think you were being sneaky? Waiting until dusk was fading to dark until you took those boxes to the dumpster and had him hold open the fire door that is right next to the pool? You knew that you’d see if he opened the door more to look for you, so on your way back you took your time and you stopped at the window that is 3 feet from me and looks over the pool. Did you think that it was so bright inside and so dark outside that I wouldn’t see you standing and watching? You forgot that your pants were light-colored and so….

I knew. And I played it for that brief minute.

And I enjoyed it when you two entered the room again, chatting over-eagerly with each other and including me in it. Too much laughter, a little too loud, trying too hard. To distract from the fact that your hands were in the pockets of your khakis, slyly trying to shift things around down there. It was too little too late. I’m not that oblivious, I’m not that dumb.

I knew.

Yes, I know. I know that you’re limited for now. I know what you’re staring at and when. I know now that the four of you vie for dibs on sitting with the pool patient under the pretense of “it’s a nice and relaxing rest” or so you told the other workers. One of them innocently spilled the beans, she didn’t know; she didn’t get it. You don’t do it with every pool patient; I’ve seen when others are there and you’re not in the room with them by pretense of help.

I know. And my knowledge is my power.