Sep 062009
 

I think that my G-spot has been trying to pick up the slack from my clit.

Meaning, despite having a clit o’steel, my G-spot is mightily responsive now that I know her exact address. She was an elusive bugger, akin to locating Platform 9 3/4. Thanks to my Pure Wand though we’re now very friendly neighbors.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned that my clit o’steel leads to another sad occurrence: clitoral orgasm from oral sex is nigh on impossible. “Close but no cigar” is the usual outcome. Thankfully my hubby has no issues with letting a vibrator finish me off.

Last night was no different in that regard but on the plus side he has become as well acquainted with my G-spot as Mr. Pure Wand has. The women whose orgasms aren’t falling like ripe apples will know what I mean when I say that he had me in such a frenzy that my body was quite literally climbing for release. My legs writhing, my pelvis rocking and humping his hand and mouth; my arms reaching for unseen extra partners and my hands grasping empty air or bunching up the bedsheets; my torso arching up off of the bed. I must have looked like a woman possessed and that’s just what I felt like.

Something else amazing was happening as I was pleading with my body to tip over that edge of clitoral orgasm (in one moment of delusional insanity I was picturing that awful yodeling Swiss plastic man from this one Price is Right game except this time I wanted him to topple off the mountain), my G-spot took the wheel and holy wow. I wanted to ask him how many fingers he was pumping inside of me but I couldn’t form words. Like the angel and the devil on your shoulders my mind and body alternately begged for clitoral orgasm and reveled in the G-spot orgasm. I finally brushed off the devil representing my clit and rode out the G-spot waves. To his credit he didn’t stop his fingers and hand until I closed my thighs and silently let him off duty.

Still unable to speak, he carefully climbed up and started fucking me. I say carefully because the fibromyalgia can even affect sex when my whole body is extra-tender to the touch – this even included my cunt. There had been an underlying achy pain as he was thrusting his fingers inside of me but the pleasure greatly outnumbered it. Hubby came after a few minutes, which is good because my G-spot couldn’t take any more pleasure. He had commented prior to the sex that I was a lot wetter than usual; I could tell as he was fucking me that it wasn’t my usual wetness – thinner and more slippery than silky.

Despite all that goodness my clit was still thumping for attention so I asked him to hand me the Hitachi. I spread myself open so that the head of the Hitachi had more direct contact with the pelvic bone buried under flesh just to the right of my clit – this placement allows the vibrations to spread to the legs of my clitoris, the portion that’s internal. When I turned it on, I knew then that I had indeed squirted/gushed earlier. There was so much fluid and wetness pooling in between my plump outter labia that the vibrations of the Hitachi sounded like a mini motorboat  churning in the water. It’s an obscene sound, no hiding how wet I am. He helped me along after a few frustrating moments of “almost there” and his fingers again felt fatter and larger than normal. I likely woke up the neighbors with that orgasm.

The details of downtime moments are lost to the haze of orgasm recovery but I can recall us laying there, panting, him asking me if I’m alright and I just laughed insanely. I recall asking him if he could tell when I gushed while his fingers were in me and he said:

“I have no idea, my hand was numb.”

I was silent for a few seconds and then apologized while laughing. And then thanked him while giggling.

Oh and I finally asked him how many fingers he had used. I fully expected him to say 4, with the way it felt. But no, it was only 3. Perhaps it felt like more because of the flare-up. I’m simultaneously looking forward to and doubting a future attempt at fisting. Can he? But oh it might feel awesome! My cunt says “it might hurt!” but my G-spot says “I don’t fuckin care, bitch!”.




Don’t know what yodeler I’m referring to? It’s ok, I know my brain doesn’t always make sense. Here, watch this short Price is Right clip and you’ll know.

Jan 252009
 

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.

Jan 082009
 

I know that most women envy a thing or two about the male body. The ability to pee upright and anywhere you please is the first that comes to mind! But as a woman I am fairly certain we have this one all to ourselves – the delicious next-day reminder of a good fuck in the form of a tender, raw cunt.

I might wince in pain now and then the next day, but it can be such an erotic thing……because everytime I sit I have the harsh reminder of the screamingly-good pounding I had the day before. And I don’t think you men have that “problem” at all, do you?

Reminders come in many forms and for me it is very erotic to see the various markings on my body for the next few days. Things like bruises, scratches, etc. These linger but are usually covered up by clothing and so while they are lovely and longer-lasting, they do not serve as a constant reminder quite like a well-used/abused cunt.

The soreness is enough to keep me at a simmer (at the least) all day even though it is not to my benefit to be so……for a repeat performance so soon could very well tip the pleasure-pain scale in the wrong direction. And there’s the rub (no pun intended….kinda). Every other move gives a jolt of arousal. I am kept wet and wanting for the whole next day. But yet I can’t do anything about it…..

I could be wrong but I think that perhaps, sometime soon-ish, I will be finding myself in just this sort of situation but to an extreme I’ve not yet experienced. I anticipate the whole encounter greatly and with much erotic longing, but I also look forward to the following days filled with delicious reminders.

Dec 072008
 

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I am face down, modified doggy-style. My forehead presses to the mattress as he roughly fucks me from behind. My ass pointed up, I’m on my knees and my feet are pointing skyward. He uses the heels as handles. He holds them, holding me apart, keeping me stationary – for his use.

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For being as femme as I am, I have a confession:

I don’t wear sexy shoes.

I know I know, it ruined a little bit of the fantasy for ya huh? Yeah…Trust me I really WANT to wear sexy shoes. Really, I do. I have a condition that affects the tendons that run the bottom of my feet, and so being on my feet after a few hours even in the most comfortable shoes renders me in severe pain. Plus my front is wide, my heel is narrow, and my arch is partially fallen. LOL, man I’m a mess huh??

For the NYC-sexblogger party though, I felt this need for sexy shoes. I was in NYC, at a party, with an ass-ton of sexy beautiful women!! Of course I had to have better shoes! I tried and tried, but I just couldn’t pull off heels. I got a great pair but after a mere 15 minutes standing in them at home, I was in agony. Probably because I never wear anything with a heel! But then I found these hot pointy-toed flats that looked amazing. The color is truly perfect for me – glossy deep blood red. The perfect accent color to my mainstay of black clothing. And despite the fact that my feet were still in agony after a few hours and they don’t have a very long lifespan, they made me feel sexier wearing them. I’ve worn them out and about occasionally. Natt sweetly asked for a photo of my hot shoes, and you know I like to comply to such requests ;) I took a half dozen or so and emailed them off prior to this post writing itself.

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You might want to click, see if there’s another vantage point of these shoes…

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I am on my back, legs bent and my shod feet planted on the bed. Legs spread wide open, ready for him to feast. As he lays down on his stomach his hands go to my shoes but he does nothing. Just keeps his hands on the pointy heels. The reason is apparent as I finally reach a screaming orgasm and my legs begin to instinctively close – he has not stopped lavishing me and for the first brief moments it is painfully, exquisitely sensitive. His grip on my shoes helps to keep my legs apart, his access still granted.

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Someone in my recent sexual past waxed poetic one day about his great love for a woman wearing her heels and nothing else in bed during sex. I didn’t get it then.

Now, I do.

It’s like an accessory. With purpose.

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I found some that really get me going…..

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Again, I am on my back. But this time my shoes are my power. I plant my foot on his chest, the heel gently pressing into his flesh. He is on his knees and I instruct him to enter me – but just barely. Just the tip of his cock is allowed into my cunt. I slide my foot down a little bit until my heel is pressing into his stomach. Then into his lower abs an inch or two above the base of his cock. I move my pelvis just slightly…..the barest hint of friction to his cock. A whisper more of penetration. My eyes strip him away, my fingers drag over my lips, my breasts, my nipples. The look of sexual torment clouds his features….and he tries to fuck me imperceptibly – but I press the heel of my shoe into his abs. Firmly. The pain keeps him at bay, keeps him motionless as I still say nothing. Finally I drag my foot up, first one then the other until my ankles are resting on his shoulders. I cradle his head with my feet and pull him in to me….and he gasps as his cock finally gets buried to the hilt in silky hot wetness.

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Sep 152008
 

UPDATE: This review is for the original We-Vibe. Since then, improvements were made and they came out with the We-Vibe 2. However, the one I’d be much more inclined to recommend now would be the We-Vibe 3 – more powerful vibrations and a little remote, to end the fumbling for the hidden power control. You may also want to look into the also-updated Lelo Tiani.

Ever since I saw this first reviewed a few months ago, I coveted one. It’s truly something unique in sextoys. It could be used solo, but the main purpose is to be used during intercourse. Yes, while it’s inside the woman. 

The packaging was pretty, no sleazy porn box – just something showcasing the toy in a very electronics-geek way. Inside you find the purple U-shaped toy which was a lot smaller than I anticipated (I think I was expecting something somewhere between the actual size and the size of the Rock Chick, which confused me); also there is the recharger and a lacquer-shiny black case reminiscent of hard-shell case for sunglasses. It could fit both the charger and the toy if I tried really hard to wind up the cord, but I haven’t pushed it yet. The toy is covered in silicone, with no tactile seam. It’s mildly shiny/tacky silicone, not the powder smooth variety. When you first look at it you’re baffled – where’s the switch? How do you charge it? Now if you’re like me and a few other bloggers who’ve reviewed it, you’ve ignored the manual. Instead you were too intent on getting this hot little number in your hands. One glance at the manual and the toy and in 30-seconds flat he had the power plug inserted.So, in other words folks – RTFM. Until you pierce the silicone skin with the plug the first time, it’s a barely-visible dimple.

 

 

The downside to the instant-gratification types is that you’re supposed to charge it for 24 hours. Because I kept “visiting” it and turning it on (for the first 50 times I’ve turned it on or switched the speed, it was a minute of fumbling), I can tell you that max power is reached in a mere 5 hours. How long it would last on its own with that amount of charging, I can’t say. I slid it in my pussy  after that 5 hours to see how it felt, where it would lay, etc. I waited until the next evening to use it during sex.

First, my disclaimer: I do not possess the most sensitive of cunts. I suspect that due to a currently-untreated dopamine disorder, this will change once I can return to “normal”.

I was not overwhelmed by the level of vibrations. Low speed is merely a tickle to my clit-o-steel. High speed is much more like it! My first experience with it was solo – I slid it in, nestled it between my lips and against my clit, and walked around. It stays put! It’s not intense when up and walking, but when I sat down….and gyrated my hips a bit…oooo nice. One day, I went to the store with it in. So long as you’re not in a completely silent location, I don’t think it would be detected. The noise level is very low, it’s not at all disruptive during sex.

No matter how wet you get, I highly recommend lube (water-based only!!). Because this is the slightly-tacky silicone, it doesn’t glide against skin unless wet – especially if your partner is above-average in girth. In my first attempt with this during sex, I could feel the toy sliding out of me a slight bit with every out-pull of his cock. It still stayed put on my clit though. The vibrations were great for him, not at all distracting. For me to climax from clit vibrations I needed a bit longer and to press it against me. This toy would be absolutely perfect as a warm-up for her, a kinky secret as she’s walking around, and then a delicious addition to hot sex. The pressure this toy provides against the G-spot isn’t all the much during solo play but is wonderful during sex. When I tried this toy out again during sex, something quickly became apparent – it’ll move with rough hard fucking. During slower sensual thrusting in which he kept his pelvis to mine, it slowly ground the clit vibe portion onto me and felt -wonderful-.

Another thing that was reported as being a delicious tease….a bit of a lapdance with the We-Vibe in.

It’s made of medical-grade silicone (very easy to clean), soft and flexible U-shape which is about 3-ish inches long. There’s two motors of course, and the bendy U curve opens up. It has a 90-day warranty from the manufacturer, as well.

 

Update: Well, this toy no longer gets used to be honest. The concept is wonderful, but the vibration intensity level just isn’t enough for me. And the more it was tried during sex (as opposed to me just wearing it around) the more annoyed we got with it, it wouldn’t stay in place. So, it’s been sitting in the toy chest for ages now.

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…