Posted on | May 7, 2014 | 7 Comments
There was once a chance
that I didn’t take:
Fun foolishly forsake.
How did did I not know
that self-touch was bliss?
Reliant on others
for caress and kiss?
It was six years between
first fuck and first wank
Then I touched myself
and found it turned my crank!
I used all my fingers
I teased my sweet clit
I used dildos and vibes
and lube, a li’l bit.
I masturbated, found orgasm:
It took a few years,
But now my sex life’s fully round!
Posted on | May 4, 2014 | 12 Comments
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.
CBT is something we’ve been slowly exploring for a while now, and one of our favourite toys is this:
That’s a close up of Kali’s Teeth (if you click-through you’ll see it complete, along with all the bits and pieces). Designed to sit around the base of the cock and lock in place, the screws are adjustable and removeable – and as you can see, there are blunt heads and sharp heads!
We started with all blunts. For the last few times we’ve played, though? Those sharp heads have come out, just in the centre row. And they are fun.
Tightening them; loosening them off; teasing him with with contrast, sucking his cock for variation. Smacking the metal so they briefly press in harder. Telling him (as he’s unable to see) just how many people are watching him – and, indeed, we played with this at the Marquis de Sade party last year, with his head in a box – and people were watching as his cock hardened and leaked.
In place, the teeth look like this – pressing in as tight as I’ve turned the screws, the pressure of his own cock pushing him down upon the lower ones (standing, I’ve learned, leads to a different result than lying down). Those sharp points teasing him until he’s pushed to safeword, either by pre-arranged gesture (as he can’t speak with his head in a box) or by calling ‘red’.
Because I want him to safeword when I’m using this. I want to hurt him. It turns me on. It gets me off.
It gets him off too – click through that image and see the hardness, the pre-cum leaking. Know that he orgasmed extremely hard a little later on, spurting almost up to his nipples.
Yeah. My Pet isn’t the only sick puppy. I came hard, too.
We have other CBT toys as well. One day I may even get around to sharing photos of them
Posted on | April 28, 2014 | No Comments
I’m a wanton, greedy, messy slut. Delightedly so! And while Apollo may not have known that the day we met, he certainly did just a few days later, once I’d thoroughly seduced him. It’s one of my charm points, you know. Me? Slutty. He’s fine with that. It works well for us.
Being as I am, and being polyamorous, I also share my wantonness around – another thing Apollo knew when we met (seducing a wonderful woman from Wellington the day after we met and the day before I took him home? Yeah, that might have given that away …). But! I do keep one thing – one single solitary thing out of my great big bag of fun-sexy-stuff-to-play-with – just for him. Yes, there is one thing I do with my husband that I don’t do with any other partner – one thing that I am really happy to keep just for us.
It’s a little thing, but it’s a special thing. What is it? Is it shocking? Am I embarrassed? No. So what am I talking about? It might not seem like much to you. It’s only special in context. But that context matters, you see.
Apollo is the only person with whom I have penetrative (vaginal) sex without a condom. And it’s glorious!
I’ve always appreciated the wonderfulness of this – especially as there’s semi-regular fucking with other cock-wearing people. And while I find the putting on of a condom to be a remarkably sexy act (that’s a different post to be written), the sensation of fucking without one, of feeling the slide of muscles and skin and lubricant and ejaculate, to be amazingly intimate and hot and, well, orgasmic. But not something to be done lightly.
I have a renewed appreciation of Apollo’s cock, in my cunt. And a renewed appreciation of his juices, too. Because in between having my Mirena IUD removed a few years back, and having my Essure sterilisation (finally!) done, I was without any form of hormonal birth control in an attempt to minimise my migraines. And that meant – alas – we had to use condoms together as well. And that was okay … but it made me sad that the one thing we had together, we were unable to do for a time.
But now we have it back, and it is back with a vengeance! So there is fucking. And there is more fucking. And there is fucking with masses of lube. And fucking with me riding him like a slow, teasing nymph. Fucking with him biting my shoulders as he rolls his hips and slides deeper. And the orgasms. My juices seeping around his plunging. Gushing over his testes. Trickling down his thighs. And him offering me, as always, my choice. Do I want him to come inside my cunt? Or elsewhere?
This morning I asked for the thing I have really, really missed. I have dreamed of this. Wanked thinking of this.
So he slowly pulled himself out of my dripping cunt and knelt upright between my knees. He jacked his delectably slippery cock with one hand and he held my labia open with the other. And then, groaning, he spurted all over my cunt lips.
Hot. Slippery. Heavenly!
And only ours.
Originally posted December 2011.
Posted on | April 22, 2014 | No Comments
Photo courtesy of Cammies on the Floor
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Posted on | April 20, 2014 | 14 Comments
In which Katie and Dee flash their stuff!
So there are all these gazebos at Cornwall Park – they’re very popular, naturally, as they’re shady spots and you don’t have to worry about getting a damp bum on the ground, or sitting on roots. But we were determined to find one that wasn’t already occupied, because damn, we wanted to get a photo at one. How often do you find a gazebo?
We passed a barbequeing party of, well, large. Another family group was at the next – so busy for a Tuesday afternoon! – and so we trooped over to the next one we saw in the distance. Then we spotted a third one. Glory of glories – it was empty! (Possibly because it was right next to the carpark, and hence not as park-like.)
We didn’t care. It was a gazebo! Cars passing nearby? That’s what we were on lookout for as we sat ourselves down. Construction workers behind us? Katie’s hubby could keep an eye on them…
True to myself, I flung my top off. Because hey, that’s me. Katie, on the other hand, needed some encouragement to undo her buttons…
But she quickly got into the spirit of things! That modesty of hers really was completely ablaze
(The word ‘gazebo’ always makes me think of this amazing piece by The Vestibules. Listen/watch and you’ll see why!)
Check out Katie’s photos of the gazebo here!
Posted on | April 15, 2014 | 2 Comments
My semi-regular roundup of interesting reads, found from all over the place.
Content Notes: Sexual Assault; Depression
The Worst Way a Man Can Dress (Is Like a Woman): ” While fashion-forward types are coming around to the idea of a man wearing a skirt, it’s generally accepted only if it’s styled in a way that is appropriately masculine: with biker boots, sewn in traditional Scottish plaids, if it maintains a “straight” silhouette (as opposed to A-line), or if it echoes ancient (or folkloric) menswear.” (Male Pattern Boldness)
Why Don’t Cops Believe Rape Victims?: “In the past decade, neurobiology has evolved to explain why victims respond in ways that make it seem like they could be lying, even when they’re not. Using imaging technology, scientists can identify which parts of the brain are activated when a person contemplates a traumatic memory such as sexual assault. The brain’s prefrontal cortex—which is key to decision-making and memory—often becomes temporarily impaired. The amygdala, known to encode emotional experiences, begins to dominate, triggering the release of stress hormones and helping to record particular fragments of sensory information. Victims can also experience tonic immobility—a sensation of being frozen in place—or a dissociative state. ” (Rebecca Ruiz / Slate)
How PayPal & WePay Discriminate Against The Adult Industry: “That’s when I got an email from Patreon, saying that the payment processor PayPal had threatened to shut down all integration with their site because it contained “adult content.” … Patreon emailed all of our patrons to warn them and suggested we also email them to ensure payments went through as usual at the beginning of April. While Patreon was open to artists creating work that was adult in nature, their hands were tied. And not in a kinky way.” (Kitty Stryker / The Frisky)
Bad Sex: “For bad sex doesn’t just lead us to manual distraction; it also leads us to wonder if it’s us. It takes two to tangle, and sometimes you begin to wonder if the problem is not he, not she, but me. An unrelenting diet of bad sex—and even not flat-out see-you-in-the-funny-pages bad, but just sex that’s lame—is a soul killer. It will leave you in a sexistential crisis.” (Chelsea Summers / Adult Mag)
Miles and Miles of No-Man’s Land: “If depression were as physically evident as, say, a broken limb or cancer, it would be easier to talk about. The pain could be marked, quantified, obvious to the observer. You would feel justified in saying, “I’m sorry that I haven’t returned your email but you can see the huge hole in the center of me, and I’m afraid it has made such dialogue impossible.” But the stigma of depression is that it comes with the sense that you shouldn’t have it to begin with. That it is self-indulgence or emotional incompetence rather than actual illness. This brings on attendant feelings of shame and self-loathing, which only exacerbate the pain, isolation, and hopelessness of the condition.” (Libba Bray)
Into the Woods: “That Google search was possibly the most important one I’ve ever made. Definitely more important than “How much cheese can a human consume?” or “Best cat Vine compilation videos”. (Though that one CAN provide lots of entertainment.)” (Samantha Fraser)
Posted on | April 7, 2014 | 6 Comments
Need versus Want
Dee on IM: growls happily
I am so fucking horny and ready to come.
Tethys on IM: Do you need to come?
Dee: I can wait, m’Lady.
The pulsations are distracting.
Tethys: Unless you need to come, i forbid you from coming. And even then, you can’t expect my permission.
Dee: nods I understand, m’Lady.
I adore being aroused by you.
I have, however, a suspicion that if I flow with that and orgasm as I wish, I will be punished.
Tethys: So what do you need more?
Dee: I need you more than I need to come without permission.
Tethys: A satisfactory answer.
Dee: smiles Thank you, m’Lady.
Dee on IM: May I have permission to masturbate to orgasm tonight?
Tethys on IM: You may not masturbate to orgasm.
You may masturbate to four orgasms, no less.
Dee: Yes, m’Lady. Thank you.
Tethys: Message me when you’ve done so.
Dee: I shall, my owner. I will text you, and tell you what I was fantasising about when I came. Thank you so much!
Tethys on IM: I require you to slap your cunt five times for me. Right now.
Dee on IM: catches breath And now I am absolutely dripping. Thank you, m’Lady.
Tethys: i am glad my fucktoy responded as i’d hoped!
Would you like an orgasm?
Dee: Oh, yes please, m’Lady! Your slutty fucktoy would like that very much indeed!
Tethys: How much do you need one?
Dee: ponders Right now I want one very much. I don’t need one.
And I really wish I didn’t have to admit that.
Tethys: i am proud of you, my property!
Dee: May I touch myself though, please, m’Lady?
Tethys: Because, in fact, i have no intention of allowing you to orgasm tonight. Or indeed tomorrow.
Tethys: You may touch yourself however you wish.
Dee: Thank you, m’Lady.
I do enjoy being able to touch myself.
Tethys: i enjoy knowing that you’re touching yourself.
Dee: The torment of doing so, without release, knowing it pleases you, pleases me.
Tethys: nods in satisfaction
Dee: is drenched
Orders in Public
Dee on phone: Am at a bbq lunch with kinky friends right now – it’s great to see friends I haven’t caught up with in a while. Love you m’Lady xxx
Tethys on phone: Oh? Well: come!
Dee: *shudders and bites lip* Thank you m’Lady! That was lovely.
Tethys: My pleasure, my fucktoy.
Time is Relative
Tethys on voice/video: As you begged so well, i’m thinking about letting you come.
But if i do so, you must come until i tell you to stop.
Can you do that, my fuckcow?
Dee on voice/video: I…I think so. I want to. I will do my absolute best, my owner.
I really want to come. I need to come.
Tethys: Are you sure?
Dee: Yes. Please. Please, m’Lady, please can I come for you?
Please, can I come for as long as you order?
You can do it.
You may stop now, my slut.
[another long pause]
Dee: Thank you, my owner. Ow! I ache everywhere.
How long was that?
Tethys: One minute 10 seconds.
My head, stomach, cunt all ache.
Totally worth it!
I was also ordered to orgasm during the putting-together of the blog post. Unsurprisingly!
Posted on | April 6, 2014 | 20 Comments
A winter’s day.
A hot fire, and no clothes…
(click for hi-res)
Photograph taken by Amie Wee; edited and composed by me for the Triptych competition.
Posted on | March 31, 2014 | 10 Comments
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 love my dildos, and I have quite a lot of them. Slim and long, squat, fat, immensely wide. Silicone, glass, metal. Smooth, knobbly. With handles and without. Some, yes, that have vibratory options – although most of the time I don’t bother. For me, generally, vibrations are most appreciated on my clitoral nub.
Over the years I’ve had my share of appalling jelly, ‘real-feel’ material, and hard plastic from when I was starting out, and moved onto materials better both for my body and for my wanking as I grew more discerning. I’ve both purchased and been given a variety which I’ve reviewed. And there are plenty I never got around to writing up, but are seen in various posts.
And there are the ones I go back to again and again: the favourites.
There’s the chrome dildo shaped like a penis, with just a hint of scrotum to press up against my clit if I angle it just right, and a ringed handle I use so I can work the head of the toy against my g-spot.
There’s the silicone Sire dildo, the largest I could find to purchase in New Zealand (made by D.VICE), which spreads my labia wide and provides a delicious stretch. I often sit up when using this and slide myself up and down, using the arms of a chair to lift and lower myself.
There’s the pyrex not-really-a-dildo at all, which once upon a time used to be a part of a telephone line insulator (an antique found in a second-hand store and well-sterilised) - it’s heavy and solid, with ridges and circles. Looking like an art-piece, it challenges me and leaves me panting with desire.
And then there’s the silicone Mr Universe, purchased from overseas, which requires time and a warm-up with the Sire, and a lot of lubrication. When I’m fucking myself with this, I know it: and I’m both wide open and completely full – an experience I’ve never felt with anything else.
Those are my current favourites – all very different, and utterly astonishing.
A few posts I’ve written that include dildos:
- Using a dildo shaped like an octopus tentacle (glass)
- In predicament bondage and using a Tantus silicone dildo
- One of the Share (silicone) wearable dildos in action
- Using a glass dildo that looks hollow (but isn’t)
- Having fun with my Fun Factory silicone Curve
What’s your favourite dildo?
Posted on | March 30, 2014 | 15 Comments
A few weeks ago I had the grand pleasure of meeting up with Modesty Ablaze and her hubby for lunch followed by an afternoon of Scavenger Hunting – a rare treat for a sex blogger in New Zealand! Katie and Hubby had flown into Auckland the day before, and thanks to great forward planning (that is, an email from her just before New Years, and the occasional back and forth since to check it was still on) we were all very much looking forward to it.
It was a brilliant day, and all three of us had a wonderful time (and you just know we got a whole load of photos). I may have been rather an enabler, but can you blame me with the wonderful dress she was wearing: all buttons and no underwear! Hubby was a great photographer, and we ran around Cornwall Park and knocked off a whole bunch. Counting later I we got five locations together, one for me solo, two for Katie solo, and (if I remember correctly) they’d already done two before I arrived…
This was one of the later locations, up the top of One Tree Hill. The famous Auckland landmark has not only been immortalised in song, but it’s also without the eponymous tree – the monument is all you get to see! But the obelisk is still stunning, and worth travelling to the top of the hill for:
It was, however, extremely windy once we got up there, and stuffed full of tourists. So we wandered around and snapped photos and waited for an appropriate moment to show itself.
Eventually we figured out you could walk all the way around the monument (yes, it has four sides!) so we went into the shadow – where it was even windier – and finally managed to get some shots! While Katie’s skirt hasn’t flown up in this picture, I’m sure you’ll get to see plenty in the one(s) she eventually chooses to share:
Yes, we had a grand time indeed!
I have 20 Scavenger Hunt location photos waiting to post … I think I need to update my blog more!« go back — keep looking »