S-Ex Boyfriend

September 1st, 2009 § 2

thoseHaving sex with your ex, is it a good idea? Bad idea? What happens if you have great sex? What happens if you have bad sex?

I recently had sex with my ex. We had dated and lived together, then had a messy break-up. While together we had great sex, it was the first bring me out of my shell, slap my ass, tie me up, fuck me hard sex.

Within a year of breaking up I had a weak moment, and we had sex, it was scary. He mean-fucked me, making me feel like some sort of object that needed to be punished for some sort of wrong doing (he always blamed the break-up on me). I didn’t know what to do in the middle of it, it didn’t feel good, I wasn’t getting off, our safeword wasn’t working, I just couldn’t wait for it to be done. Once it was I was bummed, we’d been so amazing before, what happened? Why did the break-up cause such a BIG difference in our sexual escapades? I had no answers, and really I didn’t care to think about it anymore.

Fast forward two more years (present day) and I found myself again with my ex in my bedroom, on my bed, beckoning me to join him, forgetting my previous bad experience I complied.

He ordered me to take of my shirt, complying, I lifted my shirt over my head…wondering what was going to happen next I was lost in my own thoughts when I was interrupted by his voice:

“Wow, those things got bigger.”

And with that I started laughing, and not just a sexy giggle, but hysterically laughing. I couldn’t stop. Who says that? His eyes looked like those of a kid in a candy store. I realized in the moment that he may have had the upperhand last time, but this time was going to be mine. Rather than physically “punish” him I was going to make him see how good I was. I was going to make him want what he couldn’t have, and I was going to feel damn good about it.

Toy Review: Astro Vibe

August 20th, 2009 § 0

Does a G Spot Good!

Does a G Spot Good!

Alright, so when it comes to toys I like to say I’m not picky. Hell, I can use most anything to get the job done if I need to, but then something like this little gem comes into my life.

My man and I picked up this little neon dildo at the Smitten Kitten (a great little toy store mere blocks from my house). It was a whim. He was buying a double harness and we wanted something to put in it. I must admit, I wasn’t get the “vibe” from this toy. The neon green is great for necklaces, shoes, eye shadow, etc, but for a sex toy? The ridges didn’t look that great, and the curved tip I thought wasn’t quite curved enough, but he LOVED it, so compromise it was.

Since this purchase I have learned NOT to question my man’s picks. It’s a good size (both girth and length), the ridges add a nice effect without causing any sort of discomfort, and the slight curve did wonders (much more than I anticipated).

I have used this toy solo (rigged it up with the double dildo harness and a pillow so I could ride it and get the full effect), and we have also used it together, this is what he had to say “It looks cool, is easy to hold, and fucking my girl with it makes her cum like crazy. It’s a perfect wing-cock when I need a rest.”

I now understand why this toy is such a hot item and highly recommend going into the store and checking for it no matter what the availability says.

Bondage & Safety Words

August 18th, 2009 § 2

Photo by tnarik

Photo by tnarik

I like being tied up. There I said it, no shame in it.

I like being out of control, being used by my lover.

I like getting lost in the moment, getting out of my own head. Coming up for air and wondering what the hell is going on around me.

I will stand by it being one of the best ways to cum (at the very least my favorite).

I recently found a lover who was equally as interested in tying me up, as I was in getting tied up. It was on! He orderd a book, bought some nice silk rope (he values my distaste for rope burn), and started reading.

The first night we tried it I was so excited. He started by tying my hands behind my neck, criss-crossing the rope over my chest so my tits were being squeezed (this made my nipples extra sensitive). He then slipped on the pre-assembled ankle cuffs, and attached my hands to my ankles.

Part of the fun of bondage for me is resiting, screaming no, and having him ignore my cries for freedom. This can cause some confusion if not properly addressed before the ropes go on. We had not picked a “safe word.” A trigger, that has nothing to do with saying no, other than you know it means stop. Our safety word talk stemmed from the color my feet were starting to turn, and I had no way to stop the situation (lucky for me, he was keeping an eye on my limbs).

A safety word should be something you both will remember, but not something you would normally say while you’re doing the dirty. We’re nerds, so we originally talked about words like “wordpress” or “vista,” but quickly decided they were too much like work. My lover suggested “playstation” but this was something even if I needed things to stop I could not bring myself to scream during sex. I typically prefer names, as they are easy to scream in the middle of the dirty, and don’t seem to bring the mood to an abrupt halt.

After much more brainstorming I suggested “Bowser,” a nice middle ground between a name and the video game lingo we both could remember. And thus our safe word was born.

I Said Kiddie Porn, Not Kitty Porn.

August 13th, 2009 § 1

Did anyone else see the story about the guy who got busted for downloading a bunch of child porn, and then tried to blame it on his cat? Obviously child porn is NO laughing matter, but I had to laugh at this man’s stupidity. It’s one thing to claim you didn’t know it was there, or try and blame some sort of hacker or virus, but your cat?!

The best part of this was later when I was retelling this story to a lawyer friend of mine he laughed and then asked me what the big deal was. Me, being very confused as to why a lawyer would see no problems with this asked him what he meant what was the big deal? Child porn is NOT a good thing, I thought we could at least agree on that. His eyes then got wide and he said “Oh my god, so sorry, I thought you said kitty porn, my bad, no, kiddie porn is real bad, that man is stupid.”

Whew. Glad we got that straight.

Missing Cuffs

August 6th, 2009 § 0

I recently submitted this to a contest on Allison Tyler’s blog, the theme was S&M, I hope you enjoy it.

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Missing Cuffs

He had my shirt over my head, but I could hear him digging through our “red box” by the bed. I knew he was looking for the wrist cuffs, I knew they wouldn’t be there.

“Missing a few pieces are we?”

I didn’t answer, an answer meant a fight, silence meant…

“No matter.” He left me on the bed just for a moment. I had no idea where he went, instantly regretting I had put down a rug the week before.

Returning I felt something silky slide across my erect nipples, a scarf, he was resourceful, and fast, I was tied up in what felt like a second.

I was already on my stomach so he pulled my ass up to his hips, running his fingers over the now white skin (I knew would be red soon enough).

“You know you shouldn’t have lost those cuffs.”

I felt the leather tassels of the whip hit my ass before I even heard anything. The warmth spreading up my back to my tits, giving them goose bumps. The whip came down again, and again, until I felt both his warmth and pressure inside of me.

I knew better than to fight it, he collapsed on me as we both moaned and cried, both riveting from the explosion.

He removed my shirt and kissed my mascara-smeared face.

I always knew those Boy Scout life lessons in knot making would come in handy someday, maybe the cuffs will just never turn up.

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