On Tuesday evening I had Hylas thoroughly bound: wearing latex shorts with a zip for access; a latex hood with open mouth so I could make use of his tongue; rubber mitts on his hands and sheepskin cuffs on his ankles; a spreader bar keeping his legs apart; and rope to ensure he was wide open for me. His cock was jaunty and veined with a ring at the base (plus bonus ribbon for prettiness and texture), and I’d taken great pleasure in opening up and filling his arse. In short, I’d been making most excellent use of him.
I rather like paddles. Some that I own are heavy thuddy bastards, and some are stingy light bastards. Some look and feel like they’ll deliver a thud (like that gorgeous wooden one above made by The Gunner’s Daughter) but sting incredibly instead. I’ve found that’s one of the downsides of paddles: no matter what I think they’re going to deliver when I get them, I never know for sure until someone’s whacked my bum with it.
I am rather a big fan of anal, and of anything that can be safely stuffed up the rear passage – be it fingers, cocks, or plugs. I’m also quite equal opportunity when it comes to arseholes: I like mine being filled, but I also really like filling those of others. Seems fair, after all!
My sprawling toy collection has a few plugs, which pleases me – there’s variety, and when I was doing my anal training I had different sizes to work my way up to:
I like to hurt Hylas. Which was a bit of a scary thing both for me to discover, and to admit – after all, I’m generally the one who likes to be hurt! But playing with my Pet, who is a self-confessed ‘sick puppy’, discovering all sorts of things that turn him on even as he dislikes the pain (and that turns me on hard?). Yeah. I don’t know if I’m in top-space, exactly. But I’m definitely getting my rocks off, and really enjoying hurting him in the bargain.
I love my penetrative toys. While I don’t always have a desire to be penetrated (and my clit gets a lot of attention when I wank) when I feel the need to be filled, vibration rarely enters into what I desire: for me it’s about the shape of the dildo, the solidity of the object, its girth and its length. I retain a focus on the material it’s made of and how it interacts with my labial lips, my vulva, and my slippery interior; the heft in my palm and weight in my belly; and the pressure I can use with it against various interior delicious spots. Mmm. Just writing about it makes me grin!
I’ve been blogging as Curvaceous Dee for eight years today – the time has simply flown by, and been a whole lot of fun in the process! But what do you do to celebrate eight years? When I started pondering this a few months back I asked positively everybody – friends, lovers, munch acquaintances – for their thoughts. Coming up with an idea was far harder than I expected (good thing I started early).
Here’s how it is with my feet: I hate having them tickled. I really don’t like having needles stuck in them – whether it’s for acupuncture or for kink. Like many people, I find that having them rubbed is blissful. And I happen to think that having them beaten, smacked, flogged and cropped – especially if it’s heavy, thuddy and hard – is about the best damned thing ever.
If I’d been handed this buttplug a year ago there was no way in hell I would have tried it out – even six months ago it would have been too big and too firm for me. But I’ve been persistent and (fairly) consistent with my anal training, and so when I clapped eyes on the Snowman plug last month and felt its weighty goodness in my hands I knew that I definitely wanted to give it a go.
You don’t already read Girl on the Net‘s blog? Well, that’s okay – you can start after you’ve read this post (because you won’t regret it, I promise!). And Girl on the Net’s amazing memoir is just as hot as her blog, while adding what every memoir needs: a whole lot of wanking, some impressive sexual shenanigans, expanded stories that we never quite got to read enough of on her site, and some of the terrible rotten no-good very bad things that she did too.
Take one writer – that’d be Greta Christina – who kicks arse with her non-fiction and blogging, and then asks me to check out her book of her erotic fiction. I happen to like erotica, so I was pleased to say yes.
I’m glad I did, because this book is hot! It’s called Bending: Dirty Kinky Stories about Pain, Power, Religion, Unicorns, & More, and even if I’d never heard of Greta I’d be interested because a) wouldn’t you with all the dirty kinkiness? and b) oxford comma right there in the title (I do love me some oxford comma).keep looking »