Interesting. I took a little quiz and somehow I came out as more exhibitionist/voyeur than submissive. I even came out more masochist than submissive…. and apparently I do have a bit of a sadistic streak. (Tee hee.) But only a bit.
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So often, sexual websites are overpriced. It’s no wonder that blogs and free porn sites are so popular – in the internet age who wants to pay for sex? However, I have found a site that is worth the price of admission: kinkacademy.com.
Kink Academy isn’t a porn site, but a site filled with informational and instructional videos about sex and kink. The videos are divided into Basic, Intermediate and Advanced – thereby providing information for everyone, no matter their level of experience. Among the many featured topics are bondage, communication, Dominance/submission, edgeplay, fetishes, gender, health, safety, humiliation, service and protocol, sex toys, and sex ed 101. I received a free month’s access in order to review the site, but I think the monthly price of $9.95 is totally worth it. They post new videos regularly (five times a week according to the site) and the videos are presented by experienced sex and kink educators such as Megan Andelloux, Princess Kali (founder of the site), Cecelia Tan, British “Lucky” Paul, Sarah Sloane, and more.
You can watch and re-watch videos in the privacy of your own home. This site would be particularly excellent for those who are just starting to explore kink and want to know more. There’s even basic male and female anatomy videos to get you up to speed with all the lovely features of the human body and videos on condoms, lube, the g-spot, etc. The videos are short and to the point, but provide a wealth of information. I think the fact that you can view these at your convenience and in privacy is more than worth the $9.95 a month.
Even though the basic videos are mostly old hat to an experienced pervert like me, there are higher-level videos and videos on things I’ve never tried such as medical play, fire play, or rope bondage (MasterDoc tells me that he cannot master rope bondage no matter how many times he’s tried). You can explore new things without putting yourself into the position of actually trying them – and you may discover something you never know you’d be into! Even when a kink isn’t my kink, I find it interesting to learn about it and try to understand why others are attracted to it.
I’d like to see videos on needle play, but I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before they cover that and other kinks. I definitely recommend Kink Academy.
Even when I’m not having sex, I’m often listening to stories about sex, talking about sex, or reading about sex. Last night I went to Sex Worker Literati in Manhattan, hosted by Audacia Ray and David Henry Sterry. If you live near NYC you really should go. I had a wonderful time.
I met up with Diva and Tess beforehand for some inexpensive food picked up at the cheap dumpling place down the street. ($3 for dinner and I didn’t even finish it!) and brought to one of their usual bars for drinks with dinner. I got to meet Lucy Vonne for the second time and overall had a wonderful bit of hanging out with everyone. Later on, Twisted Monk showed up, and I got to meet him this time whereas I had only seen him at the sex blogger calendar party. I felt kinda left out though, as I was the only one there without a smart phone/touch screen. I’ve always been really behind with my cell phones. It was only 1 or 2 years ago that I finally got a phone with a camera in it. Yup, call me the cell phone luddite. I’m lusting after an iPhone right about now, but not sure on my librarian salary if I can afford the monthly data charge. I got to hear from Diva about some new and exciting plans she and Tess have. (Of course, I will keep schtum about these until they unveil their ideas. But they’re good ideas as always.)
Twisted Monk is nice, funny, sexy and cute. Damn. No wonder the man can make a living as a pro Dom. (He talked about this for his part of the readings last night.) Of course, his main claim to fame is his popular bondage rope company.
The readings were funny, enlightening and made me really think about why I support sex worker rights. We’re fed stereotypes by the media, but people aren’t stereotypes – they’re people. Sex workers are multi-dimensional human beings, regardless of what you think about the “morality” of sex work. I am happy and proud to have known a variety of sex workers in my life – they’ve been intelligent, (and often quite educated), nice and fun people to be around. When I first had the pleasure of meeting Audacia Ray she was doing sex work and working on her master’s degree. (I was working on my master’s degree at the time too, and wishing I had the cojones and business acumen to get into sex work. It would have paid much, much better than my part-time paraprofessional library jobs alone. But yes, there was the whole illegality thing to consider.) Heck, a while back I realized that MasterDoc and I getting paid to do our bdsm shows makes us sex workers. While we are among the privileged ones, (not all sex workers are middle to upper-middle-class and college educated) I still think the point must be made that sex workers are human beings, and as such they should not be treated like so much trash left out on the street. (It might even be helpful to remember that sex worker clients are human beings as well. And as all the political/religious sex “scandals” have shown, they are often people you already know.)
Making prostitution illegal has never stopped prostitution from going on. The only thing it really manages to do is make prostitutes more vulnerable. They become easy targets for the dregs of society as they can’t exactly go to the police when they’ve been blackmailed, assaulted, raped, and possibly someone has tried to kill them. I think the whole illegality of prostitution is rooted in sexism, homophobia and transphobia – after all, most sex workers are women, men who sell themselves to men, and transgender people. They are part of groups of people already marginalized by society and already vulnerable. If heterosexual men could make a living by selling their sexual favors, do you think that prostitution would be illegal? It’s just an opinion, but I don’t.
While I’m not a libertarian, I think I tend to like them since they’re usually quite supportive of all sex work being legal. (I’m kinda politically unaffiliated, having come from an extreme left/liberal ideology and was once fond of socialism (not anymore) and anarchy (still to a certain extent).)
So while having a fab time last night I was tweeting up a storm. As always, tweeting from my luddite’s phone is one-sided. After tweeting about the joys of chocolate martinis I received a text from MasterDoc saying, “not TOO much booze babe.” Darn. I had planned on one more drink, but I got a soda instead. It was cute when I told Monk about this as he tried to help me think of a loophole, “What if someone else bought you a drink?” Nothing like a Dom trying to help you circumvent your Dom. Hee hee. I said no, he would still be unhappy if I drank too much.
Now on the outside, it looks like I simply submitted to MasterDoc and did as he wished. But in my head went a whole thought process:
“Aw man! I wanted another drink! How much is too much alcohol? I’m not feeling all that drunk. Could I justify one more drink as not being too much? I think MasterDoc would be unhappy with me having four martinis in one night though. And I could never lie to him. Damn. Ok, I won’t have another.” It’s a struggle. In the end, however, I thought MasterDoc’s point of view was right. I was perfectly happy that I didn’t go for one more drink. He was watching out for me. Granted, one more drink probably wouldn’t have made a HUGE difference, but I really did not need another.
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Coming up is the International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers on December 17th. Please, let’s promote the idea of sexual freedom for all and safety for ALL workers. And to support the work of Sex Work Awareness, please buy a NYC Sex Blogger Calendar (there’s a special offer there for the month of December from Audacia Ray).
This morning I accidentally posted my brief notes for this blog entry. Hitting “publish” instead of “save draft” resulted in a peek into my creative process. I take notes after events so I have something to remind me of just what went on, so that when I have time, I can flesh things out. Oh well, slip of the mouse.
After yesterday morning’s stressful show, MasterDoc also had possibly lined up a woman who’s local to him who plays with needles. I’ve been keen to try out needle play, you may recall my experience at Floating World. Thankfully, from what I’ve heard this woman is into the design side of piercing and not the “be mean and hurt the fuck out of the sub” side.
Unfortunately, that fell through. We’re supposed to meet her for coffee tomorrow night.
Since I had had countless orgasms earlier in the day, MasterDoc decided that he was going to come. (In the great variations of human sexual response, MasterDoc is one of those men who has trouble coming with a condom on. He’s only come during sex with me maybe once. We get him off via hands.) He put on some hot Japanese porn featuring the ever-popular (in Japanese porn) theme of non-consent. I have to say, while I sometimes worry about non-consent themed porn (Was it really non-consensual? I want it to just be pretend non-consensual.) I do find the idea hot. I liked thinking about putting up a struggle, and then being bound tightly and made to come over and over. I loved the porn and it helped me get into making him feel good. I focused on his reactions as I massaged his thighs and butt. I slowly worked my finger up his asshole. I ran my finger around his anal opening, putting light pressure along all sides of it. I tried to reach for his prostate in the front. I felt very turned on from doing this. When he came he instructed me to remove my finger ever-so-slowly and to press towards the front as I did. He is good at getting really specific about what he likes, and I am well-trained at this point in making him feel good. (But feedback is always useful.)
I was feeling horny after all this. I mentioned this and he gave me permission to masturbate. Hooray! I played with my bullet vibe on my clit and fantasized about physically struggling and being overcome sexually. MasterDoc came over after a very short while and helped by talking dirty to me, holding my legs apart (his forearm acted like a spreader bar between my thighs) and fingering me. I love being fingered, and lately he teases me so much. He ever so slowly touches around my hole. By the time he inserts a finger I’m desperate for it. I was allowed to come at will, and I had a gushing orgasm. I frantically humped his hand as I pressed the vibe to my clit and came.
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I was feeling extra shy and anxious about the show MasterDoc had planned this morning. I knew that the guy coming liked to watch women pee; he had watched DeeDee on one of her recent visits. I am super pee-shy. I get anxiety just from trying to pee in a crowded public restroom – and that’s from within a stall where I’m by myself. MasterDoc joked with me today that he wondered what my mother managed to do to me when being potty trained that I should have such anxiety issues. Max Lagos asked me on twitter why I was pee-shy. I know intellectually that we all pee, it’s no big deal, it’s merely releasing waste liquid from your body. But somehow at a deep subconscious level I feel anxious about it. It’s embarrassing. It’s something that’s supposed to be totally private. I hated hearing about DeeDee’s experience. Just hearing about it was painful.
MasterDoc reassured me that it’s not a big deal if I couldn’t manage to do it. He tried to allay my anxiety but I still thought to myself, “I need drugs! Now! Tranquilizers! Alcohol!”
When our guest showed up he asked me how the library business was. I figured MasterDoc had mentioned what I do, or the blog or something, but our guest told me that he had seen me before a while ago. It must’ve been one of the shows earlier on in my relationship with MasterDoc. I did panic for a few moments wondering if I knew him from where I work. I think I just eventually got to the point, as I was sucking MasterDoc’s cock, that I was in for a penny, in for a pound and should just go with it. Whoever this guy is he already knew I’m a submissive slut.
MasterDoc had me go back to suck his cock for a while. I had been in the middle of doing that when our guest buzzed the door. I did lots of deep throating when I went back to sucking him, and focused totally on the blow job. He had me take his cock out of my mouth for a moment and look up at him while he stroked my cheek with his cock. He had me take the head just a little bit into my mouth, still looking at him. Eye contact with MasterDoc is hot for me, but eye contact with others is really difficult.
MasterDoc bent me over the scoop on the floor. He asked if I wanted to be bound with the wrist and thigh cuffs and I said yes. Even though the position might have potentially been uncomfortable I was keen enough to try it because I’ve craved bondage. He beat me with two of the canes, the two floggers. I focused on breathing in order to deal with the pain. He told me to look at our guest, and I could barely fix my eyes on him for more than a split second. I kept closing my eyes and looking down. Eye contact is harder for me than many other things. Pee on me. Make me lick your ass. But please don’t make me make eye contact with someone I don’t know. With my anxiety level already high, it was exceptionally hard.
Apparently the flogger left a nice pattern on my upper back and the canes left a nice pattern on my butt. Unfortunately there was no camera handy. MasterDoc dipped his fingers into my cunt to see if I was wet, and I was so wet you could hear the squishing. He caned me some more and then released me from the bonds. I kept laying face down over the scoop because I didn’t want to see our guest.
MasterDoc had me sit face up with legs spread, but he let me wear a blindfold. I used my bullet vibe on my clit, and as usual I felt turned on knowing there was an audience but not being able to see said audience. MasterDoc had me turn back over. He lubed up my ass with his finger in case he decided to fuck my ass. I rubbed the vibe against clit and moaned as he fingered my ass. He backed off a bit and said, “Show me how much you want it. Show me how much you want my cock.”
I was writhing and humping the vibe. He had me get up on my knees to get fucked from behind. After some thought as to which hole he’d take, he fucked my cunt. The blindfold allowed me to relax and focus on what was going on. When he let me come I squirt a huge puddle all over pillow and rug. (Next time I will hopefully remember the throe.) He kept me coming a good long time and I squirted more than once.
After a rest, MasterDoc decided to put me on the sybian since I had been a good girl this weekend. But I first tried to nonchalantly ask if I could go use the bathroom. MasterDoc picked up on my attempt at passing it by him and right away asked me, “What for?” When I said I had to pee I covered my face with my hands and felt embarrassed. But there was no letting me off. The two men followed me into bathroom. I was instructed to sit on the toilet leaning back, with my legs spread. I tried to pee, really I did. MasterDoc asked me if I’d prefer looking at him or eyes closed. Definitely eyes closed! Our guest ran the water faucet in the sink. That didn’t help. I couldn’t help but laugh when MasterDoc added in the bathtub faucet. I struggled with trying to relax my sphincter. I shifted my weight around, put my hands up to my face; I was really fidgety. They eventually left me alone but I’m wasn’t supposed to go without letting them know. I still couldn’t pee. Several more minutes passed, and MasterDoc came in to tell me that our guest had said to let me off the hook about peeing, and get me on the sybian. MasterDoc let me pee without an audience but with my anxiety level so high I still had some trouble. Eventually, I managed to get a little out and I rejoined them in the living room.
We got me situated on the sybian. MasterDoc told me that as I’m working up to coming I can look down or at him, but when I’m ready to come I have to look at our guest as I ask permission until MasterDoc gives me permission to come. I find that even with sybian cranked up I can’t overcome my anxiety over making eye contact. It’s clear to MasterDoc that I’m overwhelmed by anxiety when I don’t come or even seem all that close to coming. He finally gives me permission to just come, and even then it takes several seconds before I can truly orgasm. I bury my head in his chest and hump the sybian as I come.
Our guest leaves after this, telling me he likes my smile as he says goodbye. I’m so embarrassed I can barely look him in the eye. I curl up on the sofa with the throe over me while MasterDoc walks him to the door. I’m feeling a little like I’m in shock, or having a touch of PTSD. I think it’s just that extreme anxiety will cause me to get a little triggered. After some talking with MasterDoc about the experience and how I felt, I calmed down and the bad feelings went away. I wonder if it would have helped to have me pee in front of MasterDoc before trying a stranger. I can pee in the same room as Davey or MasterDoc, but I have only once in my life had someone actually watch me pee. (And that was totally not erotic to me and I had a hard time then too. It was about 10 years ago with the guy who was my boyfriend at the time.) It made it even harder knowing that they (MasterDoc and guest) would enjoy seeing my embarrassment and struggle with this task. MasterDoc was not at all upset with me for not being able to do it, but the experience was stressful on the whole. Luckily, we went out for tea (sandwiches, scones and a large selection of teas to choose from) after and this very urbane meal helped me feel more centered and relaxed.
MasterDoc asked me if the experience was at least hot, and I had to admit that I was too anxious to feel turned on. The caning turned me on. Using the bullet vibe on myself turned me on, but any eye contact or pee attempts freaked me the hell out. I was feeling a little bit hot about the idea before our guest arrived. But with someone there I don’t know, I was overly anxious.
Last night we got freaky in bed. As MasterDoc got hard watching porn, I had just a glimpse of it before I lay down comfortably on the bed and used the Acuvibe on myself. (I couldn’t see from my angle.) But the glimpse was enough to spark a fantasy; a fantasy of being tied up and gagged and hurt like the video. Hands bound so that they’re useless, mouth gagged securely and my nipples tortured. I would love the feeling of helplessness while he did what he liked to me, touching me wherever he wished. I don’t often get that feeling of utter helplessness when we play, I’d like to feel that.
I got pretty hot from this fantasy, and was ready when he had me get on top for a ride. He pulled on my nipples a bit, and I found myself wishing he’d pull harder. While in the throes of arousal I find myself yearning for more pain than when I’m at a cold start. I had another intense orgasm, falling forward onto MasterDoc, trying to prop myself up so I don’t put too much weight on his chest for too long. I’d fail as spasms rocked me and I’d try to regain control of my position when I could between waves of orgasm. Just by touching me – not even erotic touching, he keeps me coming. No one else has ever been able to do that to me.
As we cuddled in bed before the sex, MasterDoc came up with the idea of meta-sadism – that is, pushing your submissive to the point where they disobey/break the rules. Knowing full well how most subs will struggle internally between wanting to get cranky and wanting to obey perfectly, prodding your sub until they break and get mad would be quite a bit of sadism. Here’s to hoping he doesn’t do it to me. Ha ha.
Before the porn and the fucking I played with his cock for a while. I love sucking his cock. I love to watch him feel pleasure as I prod gently on the right spots of his groin. I suppose it’s exciting because in a way it’s a little bit of him losing control while still remaining in control of me. When someone gasps with pleasure, all they’re able to do in that moment is feel that pleasure.
We had quite a busy evening Friday night. MasterDoc booked a couple to come over for show before we were to head out to a party. I’m not used to doing shows in front of couples, or women. Both parties in the couple are Dom inclined. They were nice people and nice looking people. We got to chat a bit and then got on with the show.
MasterDoc had me take my pants off and spread my legs in the recliner. On some levels I have no trouble being bottomless in front of other like-minded individuals. But spreading my legs and being the only slut in a state of obvious arousal can be humiliating. But as we know, a little humiliation is hot to me. MasterDoc used the Acuvibe on me. I closed my eyes as it was easy to deal with the little embarrassment that way. It also helped me to focus on feeling good. He had me hold the vibe to my clit, and he came over with a flogger to my thighs. My pain tolerance is a strange thing, fairly tied to my level of arousal. While sometimes I yell out because something he does hurts, other times it makes me so totally hot. Friday night was the latter.
Warmed up a little, he had me lay over the Liberstor Scoop (rounded side). He used his hands on me (which can sometimes be more vicious than an implement. The man has large hands.) and the flogger, maybe the cane too? I was totally into the sensation of being beaten that night. He reached between my legs and ran the vibe over my cunt. Then, he grabbed a candle and lit it, but the surprise factor was ruined when someone in the couple piped up, “Hot wax!” He dripped it over my ass and thighs. I’m glad he’s gotten into wax play again lately. I had missed it. He had me turn over and he ordered me to sit with legs spread. I instinctively put my hands behind my head. He tortured me with hot wax on my thighs, even pushing my thighs open wider with his foot to reach that ultra-sensitive spot. MasterDoc used the Acuvibe on me to make me come. Some embarrassment led me to not come quite as hard as I usually do, but mental focus helped me psych myself up into coming as hard as was possible. I squirted a little bit and certainly did come. (I make a point of not faking orgasms. However, I will psych myself up more into something if my physical responses aren’t up to par on a given day.) I think a lesser orgasm for me is probably still much more intense than a regular orgasm for some women.
After working me over for a bit (time was limited), MasterDoc gave the woman in the couple a sybian ride. She’s quite cute, and fond of dominating women, so I hope we will see her (and her gentleman) again.
The sybian saw a lot of action Friday night.
We went to a new play party – or new to us anyway. The host of the party had friended us on Fetlife. Play parties always being an expense to consider, MasterDoc had me write to the host and offer to bring his sybian in exchange for the two of us being comped. (Please, don’t assume a doctor makes an obscene amount of money, it’s not always true.) And luckily that was perfectly cool with the host.
When we arrived at the party, we set the sybian up. I got to chat with a really nice young queer guy who was dying of curiosity to try the sybian. MasterDoc assured him that he had tried it himself (despite being terminally straight, he loves anal stimulation) but I think the guy doubted MasterDoc’s hetero point of view. The party had a nice variety of people there. The host is black, and the proportion of black people there was much higher than most kink events I’ve been to. In general, most people were pretty nice and friendly. It was a great atmosphere. The only bit of diversity that seemed missing were obvious lesbians. Most women seemed to be bi, but unlike the clearly queer guys there didn’t seem to be any clearly queer women.
I got a second chance to try the violet wand. I like it and wish we could afford one (those things are expensive!) But it was a pretty casual thing while we were standing around and the owner of the wand happened to plug it in near us and start using it on (willing) people.
The space had three rooms and a common area, we never made it into the dance room. I prefer being able to talk to the people around me, unless I’ve specifically gone out to dance. In the quietest room, a fem Dom who had been talking to us earlier came in and reached out to caress both me and MasterDoc as we sat side by side on a table. She had some toys that we haven’t used: a braided flogger and a dragon’s tail. To quote John Mellencamp, it “hurts so good.” As I stood with my pants down and head on the table, MasterDoc came up next to me and talked me through breathing slowly and controlling my breathing to control my response to the pain. It hurt, but with appropriate breathing I could manage. MasterDoc took a turn with the braided flogger – owie. It requires a different technique than he’s used to with a regular flogger so it hurt more when he did it. He used the magic wand on me as our new friend flogged me.
My ass was nice and red and sore after. The room we were in had mirrors so I got a good look. Next came the sybian ride. As usual, I was the first one at the party since other women were tentative about trying this machine out. I had my usual screaming orgasm – it went something like this: “Oh god, oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck, *scream* oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh yes, oh god.” (Lather, rinse, repeat.) It felt like the orgasms were wrenched out of me. (I wonder if my uncoordinated grasping at MasterDoc during this is what led to the loss my new bracelet. I really have no idea when during the night I lost it.) After, a guy who had witnessed it told me, “Please, don’t hold back. You should let us know how you feel!” I was fucking loud.
Besides me, and the lady earlier in the evening, six ladies enjoyed a ride on the sybian. The first lady, begged for a second ride and MasterDoc gave it to her. She would have gone for round three if she was permitted. She convinced her sister sub to take a ride, and she (a lovely, tall, curvy, African-American lady with glasses and pigtails) looked like a woman possessed as she came. Their Dom handcuffed the first lady for her ride (I think that’s hot!). Every woman was a satisfied customer. One told her boyfriend “fuck you” as she came uncontrollably on the sybian. Funny thing is she’s the one lady to find MasterDoc on fetlife and thank him for the ride. One guy worried about how he’d measure up to the machine, but I assured him that despite my love for the sybian, I still want MasterDoc’s cock on a regular basis.
The only drawbacks to the party was that there was no where to fuck (it was a space rented from a theatre company), the music was really loud, the space quite crowded and you couldn’t bring beverages into the rooms where you played. But it was one hell of a fun night!
On the way home, I was desperate for a pee. As we walked through the cold to his building, MasterDoc teased me a little. We got inside, and he went to the elevator – and merely rested his hand by the button! Argh! Then as we waited for the elevator he came up behind me, reached around and pressed my tummy by the bladder. Evil, evil man! In the apartment, he stood between me and the path to the bathroom. He is truly a sadist! It was a relief when I could finally go.
Now that Thanksgiving dinner is digesting, and gift-giving season is upon us, I thought I’d recommend some of the best sex-related stuff I’ve had the pleasure of reviewing and/or owning. (And alas, some of it isn’t currently available at the stores linked. But hopefully soon! Anyway that’s proof I actually like these things and I’m not just listing them to garner sales.)
For Your Nymphomation Big Foot Case
I got this last year, and I must confess I don’t use it as much as I should. The reason I don’t use it is that we need larger bag for going to parties and clubs, but the FYN Adult Toybox should be coming my way from one of the sites I review for – and that may just be the item we need. I also want to invest in the FYN Cane Case for MasterDoc’s new canes. I lust after FYN’s Rolling Toy Trunk. But anyway, back to the Big Foot. For a relatively small case (12″x5″x5″) it holds an amazing amount of stuff. The side pockets are handy for storing little things like lube packets, condoms and toy batteries – stuff that you’d usually hunt for. The elastic straps at the top ensure that you can make full use of the space, and yet still reach the rest of your toys in the main area of the bag. AND this bad boy locks like all the other FYN cases. No nosy children can get a peek at your adult paraphernalia. To top it all off, Vera, head of FYN is extremely nice.
If you squirt – ever – you need this. It’s microfiber on one side (or shag) and satiny on the other, but the key is the waterproof center. Seriously, I have come buckets on this thing and not a drop has soaked through. It’s larger than a towel so it covers much more. PLUS it’s machine washable and dryable. And it comes in nifty colors and prints. Everyone I know who has a Throe is in total love with it. I am definitely one of that group.
It’s rechargeable, therefore you never need batteries. It’s only one speed, but that speed is comparable to the low setting on the ever-amazing Hitachi Magic Wand. (And for many of us that is plenty intense.) The only drawback is that after about an hour it needs recharging, but it comes with the adapter and the recharge is only an electrical outlet away. Oh and why else does it beat the Hitachi for traveling? It’s smaller and lighter (and easier to handle) and of course doesn’t need an outlet when it’s charged. No more searching for outlets at a play party! The head is not perfectly cylindrical but has a nifty bump on one side.
I love glass toys. They are easy to clean and disinfect. They are hard and unyielding, cold when you start but warm up to your body with time. You can make them warm or cold with water. The archer wand is particularly delightful because the curve reaches your g-spot without any effort. The balled ends provide a large enough surface and enough pressure to potentially cause squirting. While I hear that the Njoy Pure Wand is superior (it’s stainless steel and longer), the archer wand is a cheaper alternative until you can save up for the Njoy. (Babeland had sent the archer wand to me for review, but they don’t carry it any more. So I’ve linked to Vibe Review.)
My own holiday wish list? The Lelo Gigi (in Deep Rose), Njoy Eleven, Njoy Pure Plug (medium). Oh and the For Your Nymphomation Cane Case listed above.
If you decide to purchase any of these goodies for your paramours, please use the links in this post or the store links on the side. I write this blog purely for the joy of it, but a tiny bit of commission on sales would be welcome as a little thank you. (Seriously, I make barely anything off my affiliate links. Any bit you send my way is appreciated. Thank you to those who have used my links!)
It’s blurry; I snapped this photo myself just this morning. But I wanted to share my new lock bracelet from MasterDoc. I wear it constantly.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my pals in the U.S. And Happy Half Nekkid Thursday to all!
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