Gamahuche

It’s been too long. Too long since you knelt between my legs and used your fingers to part my lips, carefully slipping past the curly tangle that frames my cunt. Too long since I last felt that deliberate flick and caress of tongue across my mons and down to my clit. Too long since my insides clenched and tummy tingled while your lips explored my labia, then your teeth gently grated past my clit, teasing me before your tongue pressed itself deep inside me. Too long since I moaned and tightened my thighs around your head, feeling your chin down low and nose up high while you bury your face between my legs.

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My very own latex!

This weekend I’m down in Wellington with Kiana and Hylas, and the three of us are teaching a rubber workshop for the curious kinksters of Wellington city (how awesome is that?).

So, carefully written and set to go in advance: pictures of my first very own latex! These lovely gauntlets are from Libidex – and I have some made to measure underwear as well! Those photos will have to wait for another post, though.

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Anal training update

My anal training is continuing fairly well – although there have been some bumps along the way.  It’s an interesting journey though, as I continue to learn my body better, and to understand my bottom and bowels more and more.

I’m up to day 17 now – and on fourteen of those days I’ve had a toy in my arse. It should have been all of them, but unfortunately my migraine was particularly bad over the long weekend. Tethys was extremely understanding and very forgiving of this (more forgiving than I was – I really wanted to be able to do my training, and was inclined to treat myself quite harshly over my failures). I was able to wear my glass plug for a while in the bath on Saturday, but for Friday, Sunday and Monday was unable to do any training at all.

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Strength through words

I was delighted when I won a session with Studio X a few months ago – I’ve spent years admiring their work at various Erotica Expos. Getting to see how they worked in person was fantastic, and the shoot itself was awesome (get naked and have someone take photos of me, with lots of props to choose from? Don’t mind if I do!).

There were 163 pictures taken in the end – and we got to look at all of them that very day, relaxing on the sofas, looking at them on the big screen and snickering at my occasional bizarre expression and oohing at the frequent amazing photos. There were a solid 100 or so images I would have been delighted to take home and put on my walls, or indeed put on this blog. I wanted so many of them!

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Candles and bubble baths

A guest post from Catharine – be sure to go read her fantastic blog when you’re done here!

Women can’t orgasm without them.  Well, you’d think.  I started masturbating when I was 18, and it took me months to figure out how to orgasm, and many more months to get good at it.  I read advice sites looking for a solution.  Fuck, there was a lot of candles and bubble baths.

Women are advised to take it slow.  So slow it involves a bubble bath first.  With scented candles of course – a woman can’t orgasm without the smell of pine – and maybe some nice relaxing music.  Enya.  Go for Enya. Not Last Christmas, even though it seems fitting with all that tree filling the air.

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Just another bath

At the moment I’m going through a slow and somewhat painful process, as I come off the painkillers that help to keep my chronic migraine in check. It’s not fun. This weekend in particular is proving to be not-fun. So I thought a lukewarm bath last night would help a little bit.

(These pictures were taken by myself, and are completely unedited except for auto-contrast and resizing. And the watermark.)

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Fisting me gently

I love being fisted. It doesn’t happen too often – it takes a long time, a lot of lubricant, and a very persuasive hand – but the sensation of being filled beyond full, where every flex and movement and stretch of muscle translates itself across my body, is delicious.

I have only ever been fisted successfully by Apollo. Which is not so say I haven’t had a lot of fun trying with other partners! Hylas with his (comparatively) enormous hands has never gotten past four fingers, but it’s a blast getting that even that far. Apollo, though, has hands smaller than my own – and that means sometimes we’ll come home from work on a warm Friday afternoon, slide out of our clothes, and relax on the bed with our end-of-week Gin and Tonics and our delight in each other. Those afternoons are our Fisting Dates.

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A.A. Milne and labia torture

What does one have to do with the other? Well, when I was eight I memorised a poem for a class competition (and I won a book – I have always loved owning my own books, so it was a good incentive). The poem was an A.A. Milne one – and I memorised it well, so I’ve been able to recall it ever since.

Which is very handy if you’re being told to recite a poem whilst your inner labia are being pinched, pulled, squeezed, twisted, and otherwise tormented. A poem that you can remember – one that you can belt out the first verse of, albeit somewhat raggedly and with the occasional additional interjected swear word – is an extremely useful thing to have.

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Training my rear end

I’ve long had a love-like-dislike-embarrassment relationship with my arse. Not my cheeks – those I adore. But my rosebud. Little brown eyeball. Bunghole.

Yes, I think bunghole is the word I’m looking for. As I write these very words my hole, it is bunged. For I am in training. Tethys wants to fuck my arse when I arrive in Melbourne (and I definitely want my arse to be fucked – my cunt gets dripping wet at the very notion), but it’s not ready for the determined deliberate inevitable and inexorable cock of m’Lady’s ownership without a lot of prior work!

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Torment and delight

What’s a girl to do when her best friend, her pet, and her ex-lover-but-very-good-friend all gang up on her? Well it turns out that this girl will shriek a lot, have (eventually) one hell of an intense orgasm, and finish up giggling like an loon and looking like this:

You’ll have to wait until Wednesday to see how they did it… but here’s a sneak audio peek:

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