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Saturday Interlude

A funny after comment on my Pain and Healing post: MasterDoc wasn’t feeling “into” it that day. He says that it’s one of maybe only two times he’s fooled around with me because I needed it and despite his lack of interest in that moment. Damn, imagine how hot it would have been if he were into it as well? I’m very lucky to have such a wonderful Dom who will take care of me when I’m depressed.

Saturday we fooled around and both of us were into it. I took a little bit to warm up – I may be frequently horny but I do need foreplay. It was a very casual sort of dalliance, he decided not to put my collar on. I hungrily sucked his cock for a while then he positioned himself between my legs and licked my clit.

He doesn’t go down on me often, but when he does he’s quite good at it. Now for those who are easily squicked, yes I have my period just now but as usual I used an instead cup and washed off down there right after inserting it. It seems like he goes down on me more frequently when I have my period, but I don’t have hard stats to back that up. I wonder if it’s a pheromone sort of thing.

He teased me with his lips and tongue. I lay back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. I don’t come often from oral, but he really worked me up. He interspersed the oral attention with the magic wand, even trying to put his tongue on my clit while leaning the vibrating wand against his tongue. (Left his tongue feeling numb!) He pressed the wand hard against my clit and told me to come. I came at his command as usual, and I apparently pulled his hair while coming. I was only vaguely aware of my doing this.

We were going to fuck with me on top, but his cock didn’t cooperate. (He had forgotten to take a “happy pill” (aka viagra) and sometimes under these circumstances his cock doesn’t work as we want it to.) We rested a bit, and I stroked his chest. He got hard again and decided to fuck me from behind. It felt good, but alas he wasn’t fully hard so it wasn’t up to its usual amazingness. That was absolutely fine with me.

He really wanted to come, so I gladly played with his ass while he jerked off. We had gotten a couple of insertables ready to put in his ass (condoms on the toys), but as I massaged his ass and anus he came pretty quickly. I love how when I keep massaging him afterwards he twitches several times. Before MasterDoc I hadn’t really known that the stimulation shouldn’t just end when the guy has ejaculated. Now I know better.

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Review: Lelo Ella from Babeland

When I first discovered Lelo toys I wanted them all. When pressed to pick one for review from what was available at the time, I narrowed things down to the Nea and the Gigi. I opted for the Nea. Now while I love my Nea, I have lusted for the Gigi all along. Unfortunately, the opportunity to review one hasn’t come my way, however when Babeland offered the non-vibrating version, the Ella, I jumped at the chance.

I love the Ella. It makes me want the Gigi even more.

Ella is made of high quality silicone, and it’s velvety to the touch. It’s firm, yet yields a little bit – kinda like a real cock – but the Ella is designed specifically to hit your g-spot. When showing it to new people I have to explain that it’s not the phallic shaped handle that you insert (although you can definitely use it that way if you’d like) but the strange nobby end that goes inside. The nobby bit, presses evenly on your g-spot which feels phenomenal if you’re into g-spot stimulation like I am. The combination of the Ella inside and the Hitachi Magic Wand on my clit was stellar. I couldn’t possibly exaggerate how good it felt. You could also apply the Magic Wand to the handle of the Ella to make it vibrate – sort of a makeshift Gigi!

It’s not the toy to reach for if you’re looking to feel filled as it’s relatively small. But for g-spot stimulation it is par excellence. It can be sterilized easily (10% bleach solution rub down or boiling) and thus can be shared between partners with sterilization in between. Or you can always slip a condom over it for easy and safe swapping (change the condom between people of course).

You can get the Ella at Babeland for $44, which is a wonderful price for a toy that’s made of quality material that should last a lifetime. Knowing what I know now, I really should have bought the Ella ages ago.

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Thank you to Babeland for sending this toy for review. This toy was received for free for review purposes and I was expected to give my honest assessment.

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Pain and Healing

For my twitter followers, it’s no news that I’ve been dealing with some severe PMS lately (may even be PMDD). The week before my period I experience mood swings, depression, anxiety, difficulty concentrating, fatigue, increased appetite, and considering I suffer from clinical depression already, this turns into one roller coaster of a hellish week for me and many of those around me. However, MasterDoc has been working with me to try to figure out ways we can head it off or treat it in some way. The obvious answer is that I should go to my gynecologist and possibly be put on hormonal birth control. But beyond that, there’s something we can do to diminish the effects of PMS – BDSM. (It takes an acronym to fight an acronym.)

I put in a special request for him to use the new Wartenberg wheel I purchased recently, and needles as well.  I could tell I needed something even more endorphin-triggering than a spanking. I also needed cuddles, which he administered right away when I got to his place.

I had never played with the wheel before – although sometime in my earlier life I’m sure it was used on me medically to test nerve reactions. He ran the wheel and its sharp pins over my naked body. The sensation made me jump and giggle. It felt like tickle, but also like pain and finally it sometimes felt like little electric shocks running over my body. It turned me on surprisingly well and fast. That intense melange of sensations immediately woke up my senses. I felt the insistent swell of my labia as I became aroused. I was surprised at how easily it worked for me, but as MasterDoc later pointed out he had taken the time to do a little foreplay before that. I don’t remember what came before, however, just what came after.

He slapped my inner thighs, always the most painful part of my body to have slapped. Being slapped on the pussy can hurt a great deal too, but I think the skin on my thighs is just too thin and sensitive. He took an alcohol swab, cleaned up an area of my inner thigh and took in the expression on my face when I realized he was going to stick me in such a sensitive spot. I was nervous. A little bit freaked out even. But he slid one needle into my thigh, and the pain lasted only a second while it penetrated the skin. Following the needle stick was an amazing endorphin rush. Everything around me faded away, and I could feel this “whoosh” of chemicals flood my body. It felt like I’d imagine shooting heroin to feel. It was like shooting up drugs, only there were no drugs on or going through the needle. It was purely a brand new hypodermic needle – no syringe – fresh out of the package. Fuck. It was amazing.

He did a second needle, which hurt a little more than the first, but it produced another rush. I think I’ve found a new favorite way to get an endorphin high.

With the needles in place, he pressed on them a little and I welcomed the slight pain. He used the magic wand on my clit and drove me completely fucking crazy. He pressed it hard into my clit, unrelenting for the most part (kinda like I tend to do when I use the wand on another woman). I moaned, partly with pleasure, partly with desperation to come. I was worried that he’d manage to make me come without me getting permission first. I finally gave in and begged when he dragged it out and he still didn’t tell me to come.  After a little more teasing, he gave me permission. The endorphins already released through my body enhanced the orgasms I had. My eyes bugged out one moment as I gasped for air. The next minute they were shut tight as I blabbered some nonsensical noises and combinations of “oh god” and “oh fuck.” My right hand grabbed at MasterDoc’s back and his hair. He had me take the wand over, and he used my Ella dildo. He fucked me with it hard and I kept the wand on my clit. I came for what felt like 10 minutes. It probably wasn’t that long, but it seemed to go on forever. If all the women of the world could feel this way at least once a week we’d have a world full of happy women. Heck, once a month would be an improvement for many women. I was surprised how long he made me come, but with lessening my depression as a goal, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. After, I was wiped out and very, very satisfied. A puddle of come had accumulated under me.

I was also very happy. And the next day, and the day after, I wasn’t depressed any more. I still had some PMS symptoms to deal with, but damn, if that didn’t cure my depression.

I’m a very lucky girl.

MasterDoc’s depression cure works again!

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Snowed In with Kink Academy

I had a great afternoon watching videos on KinkAcademy.com. I loved the self-bondage (rope handcuffs) instructions from Klawdya Rothschild. MasterDoc is not good with rope, perhaps I can tie myself up for him.

While it’s not a porn site, the instructional videos cause my mind to wander off into fantasies. Watching a video on caning I developed this image of me in the behind the back restraint, with the dental gag in, being caned while bent over the sofa or something. *fans self* Watching Lee Harrington’s video on age play made me think of various role playing possibilities. MasterDoc and I have talked a little about role playing lately. Not our usual, ongoing roles of Dominant and submissive, but perhaps things like Headmaster and naughty school girl, or Doctor/patient. I remember my first boyfriend and I doing a lot of role playing, since we were stuck in my car a lot we’d pretend one of us was chauffeur and the other the rich employer who seduces them. Or that one of us was totally innocent and the other is introducing them to sex (the innocent bit was not so far from the truth for either of us).

I love how Kink Academy puts a huge emphasis on safety. If you’re going to do most bdsm practices, learning what you’re doing is so important. Also, despite being an experienced kinkster, I learn new things all the time from the Kink Academy videos. Oh and I noticed this visit that there are even some free videos. Go check ‘em out.

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Monday Show

I’m terribly behind in chronicling this, but hopefully I remember (and jotted down) enough details to make this a worthwhile blog entry.

MasterDoc had a man over for a show on Monday. This man had seen DeeDee already and when MasterDoc texted him about coming over to see me, he sent the coded text: “Would you like to come see my other property Monday night?”

I set up my laptop so it played internet porn on MasterDoc’s television. There was a lot of chat, the guy who came was very friendly and not terribly unlike MasterDoc (same generation, Jewish, similar personality). It was a mostly jovial, relaxed situation that night. While that’s fun, it’s also hard to get “in the mood” when there’s a lot of joking.

MasterDoc and I both weren’t particularly horny that night, but the show must go on! He caned me for a while, lovely stripes showing up on my ass. I was in need of a beating so I was glad. After, MasterDoc had me suck his cock for a bit, but he wasn’t getting very hard because he had to urinate.

Yup. You can guess what happened next. The guy wanted to see him pee on me and MasterDoc was happy to oblige. I knelt in the tub while MasterDoc pissed on me and the other guy jerked off to orgasm. I have to admit, it was pretty fucking hot. The warm piss running down my body, some humiliation felt, the other guy obviously really excited and pulling furiously on his cock. Funny thing is, the guy said after that the peeing is just not his thing. Pretty funny considering how worked up he was and that he came quickly and easily!

When gathering toys for the show, I was smart and thought that MasterDoc might want the nipple suckers (they’re snake bite suckers really). I was dead on. He placed them on my nipples and the suction hurt. He mercilessly flicked them, watching the expression on my face.

He had me lay back with the suckers still on my nipples and play with the magic wand. I writhed on the floor with the wand buzzing on my clit. MasterDoc removed the suckers, turned me over and fucked me from behind. The guy was permitted to play with my breasts as I was fucked and he even ended up holding the magic wand for me when I grew tired of holding myself up with one arm. MasterDoc eventually let me come, and when I did he switched to his fingers and slammed my pussy as I came. He made me keep coming until I could come no more.

I lay on the mat and the guy massaged my back a little while MasterDoc took a call. The guy asked me to tug on his balls while he stroked himself and after making sure I had permission from MasterDoc I obliged. MasterDoc specifically told the guy not to come on my face, and he ended up coming on my hand as I pulled down his balls. He was kind enough to grab a tissue and wipe my hand off immediately after.

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His Hands and My Body Make Beautiful Music Together

I hadn’t seen him for a few days and I’ve been so horny for him lately.

We were in bed, touching each other. I indulged my senses in the feel of his fingers along my body, in the scent of him, in the texture of his chest hair. I love the way my body reacts to his touch. He knows just where to touch me – non-errogenous zones – to work me up and arouse me. Massaging where hip meets thigh, firmly stroking my thighs, calves. We had some sort of hot porn on, but now, a few days later, I can’t recall what it was.

He fucked me doggy style. I bucked my hips back to meet him and started moaning from the stroking of his cock inside me. We fucked for a while, and I didn’t orgasm although if he had given permission I could have. Despite this I was still pretty damned happy. Which is saying a lot for a goal-oriented slut like myself.

As he lies next to me, he takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it hard. His tongue toys with the areola and he uses suction to pick my breast up away from my supine body. I gasp and roll my hips as he does this. I run my fingers through his wavy hair.

At this point I was totally lusting after him. I was hungry for his touch, his caresses. I twined my fingers in his chest hair and ran my hands down his body. I massaged his inner thighs and he told me how good that felt.

After languorously playing with my nipple, he went back to playing my body like an instrument. I stroked my slick clit as he teased me and told me dirty things. I came hard with my fingers on my clit, but it was his talk and touch that made the orgasm really happen. I came two or three times that evening – without fucking. He clasped my throat at one point and I wasn’t sure if I loved or feared the fuzziness that came over my vision.

We fucked again later and he let me use the magic wand on my clit. I love feeling the buzz on my clit while I feel his thick cock fill me up. I fuck him frantically trying to control how fast he thrusts in and out of me. He ultimately controls it, however, no matter how hard I try. I come, and come, and come when he gives me the word.

It seemed like we were pretty much over playing but I was still lusting hard. I licked and kissed his chest, stroking him all over. I played with his inner thigh and the lower portions of his ass. I know this feels good to him. He tugged at his cock until ready to come. In the meanwhile I positioned my mouth nearby and licked my lips, hungrily longing for his come in my mouth. I kept eagerly springing forward in the hopes that he was ready to spurt. I looked like those women in porn films that are open mouthed and licking their lips in lust over some guys’ cock. I thought it seemed a bit overdone when I’ve seen it in porn but perhaps I just hadn’t had the right guy in front of me before. I wanted his cock in my mouth.

He came in my mouth and I sucked on it while holding the come. Instead of his usual request for me to dribble out his come he had me spit into a glass. He threatened to have me drink it but thankfully saved me from it… that night. He keeps talking about me snowballing with DeeDee.

Later he wanted to come again – something that pretty much never happens. I was getting tired by this time, but I did as Sir told me and got pillows so I could kneel on the floor and play with his cock as he reclined on the couch. He came into my mouth again. There wasn’t much come this time, but I was glad that he was satisfied. I went to bed with a smile on my face.

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Why I Think the Concept of Privilege is Not “Bullshit”

I’ve been giving quite a bit of thought to both Champagne and Benezdrine’s post on privilege being “bullshit” and Britni’s response to it. My opinion falls on the side of Britni’s argument, and it’s not only from my exposure to feminist theory, it’s also due to classes I’ve taken on serving the underprivileged (hey, there’s that word with a prefix!) in the library. It’s difficult to see our privilege as we’re surrounded mostly by others in our same situation. If we’re middle class and white, we tend to find ourselves around other people who are at least one or the other of those things.

In the classes I took on serving the underprivileged, the point was made that values and experiences are so completely different. When you’re poor, you focus on learning “the system” so you can get the assistance you need (doled out by people of the middle class usually), this takes precedence over things like reading for personal enrichment. The middle class, however, has the luxury to make education and upward mobility a priority. They have enough resources that they don’t have to spend their time worrying how to get medical assistance with no money or insurance, or how to get enough food when their job doesn’t pay enough. The middle class, blind to their advantages, look down on the working class as not trying to better themselves when that’s not the reality.

In the public library, this tends to play out in the following way: the librarians are by majority middle class. They have had the opportunity to go to graduate school for their degree and they live in middle class neighborhoods and are, by vast majority, white. The paraprofessionals at the library vary from middle class to working class. The library patrons are usually working class or middle class, but how they use the library is often very different. (And Champers, you’re right that this is not an absolute, nothing is, but it’s very often true.) For the middle class, like myself, the library is chiefly a place where you can get books and knowledge to help further yourself (or for entertainment) and it’s a bonus that you can get other materials like DVDs and CDs. For a working class person, the library is chiefly a place where you can get internet access, which you can’t afford at home and ever-increasingly need to apply for jobs that don’t even require use of the computer at work. DVDs and other entertainment are important because you can’t afford it otherwise, and hell, being underprivileged you quite possibly need the escapism more than the middle class who can afford other forms of entertainment.

Looking at privilege is a difficult thing. In reading the articles that Britni linked, the one on white privilege made me really uncomfortable at many points. It’s hard to admit that you have advantages due to the lottery of your birth. A feeling of guilt often comes along with this. But it’s important to look at so you can work on bridging those advantages and bringing people of various classes together, not keeping them set apart. Of course, being of the dominant class there’s an impetus to keep the status quo, after all you benefit.

In thinking about this before I started writing, I realized a place where my privilege is showing – computer knowledge. I get frustrated with people who come to the library and need their hands held through basic tasks on the computer. I think to myself, “It’s 2010! Who doesn’t know how to use a computer or surf the ‘net?? Why haven’t we all learned by now? Why aren’t they asking me reference questions – it’s what I trained for!” This shows my privilege by the fact that as a middle class, white woman I have been exposed to computers in my office jobs and at college and I’ve had the money to purchase my own computers and internet service to use at home. However, others are not as fortunate and they rely on the library to help bridge that gap for them. By my looking down on those who are still new to using computers in this day and age I’m helping to keep them down – if they can see my disdain at helping them, they’re less likely to seek my help – and therefore less likely to get help and get the opportunity to rise up to the level of knowledge I have. In this situation, yes, I am a bit of an asshole. Not intentionally, but the whole point of discussing privilege is to make me aware of this so I don’t continue to act like an asshole and in the process help keep others down.

Champers, as an Englishman, I would think that you’d be a bit more aware of class differences than an American. The class system tries to blur itself in the US, but it’s still very much here, in the UK it’s more overt. In a class system (be it based on socieoeconomic status, skin color, gender, sexual orientation, etc.) the dominant class has an interest in keeping things the same. This will blind them to their privilege – however I think where Champers and others like him go wrong is that they then take this concept to be a personal attack – when it’s not personal at all. I’m not saying people with privilege (in many ways myself among them) are simply (and in all situations) assholes, not at all. They are people who are fortunate who need to become aware of how they are fortunate in ways that are not rational or fair.

Looking at one’s privilege is uncomfortable. It’s hard to acknowledge the unfairness in the system when that unfairness benefits you. The goal of talking about privilege is not to berate those who have it, the goal is consciousness raising (much like the feminists of the 70s) so that we can see where our advantages are creating disadvantages for others.

I think for those on the other side of privilege (such as when I, as a woman, read the article on male privilege) it’s obvious the myriad subtle (and not subtle) ways in which they’re oppressed. They live it every day. It’s easier to acknowledge when privilege oppresses rather than benefits you. When you try to point these things out to the dominant class, they get defensive. I think Champers is an intelligent and well-meaning person who strives to be decent to all. However, his privilege still blinds him at times. (And again, this does not personally make you an asshole, Champers. This is just something to examine. I may act like an asshole sometimes due to my privilege of computer knowledge, but ultimately I’m someone who strives to treat all equally. I strive to make library service accessible and as helpful to everyone as possible. But my privilege does blind me.)

The biggest privilege of all is the privilege to not see the privilege you have. Those who don’t have it, have no choice but to see they don’t have it. Champers, it’s pretty fucking ridiculous to compare the “female privilege” of being bought drinks at a bar to the male privilege of earning enough to do so easily. It’s absurd to say that because I’m seen as a sexual object (being female and all) and can then get out of speeding tickets (not that I’m hot enough to do that. I’m not. Unattractive, or average, women have less privilege than attractive ones.) that this is a wonderful thing.

Champers, by focusing on the ways in which you don’t have privilege, you help perpetuate the ways in which you do have privilege. By focusing on, “Look at me! I’m a white male and I have to bust my ass to feed my family!” helps distract us from the fact that a black man in the same situation will have to deal with a myriad of other difficulties and oppressions on top of that. By arguing that privilege doesn’t exist, you are helping perpetuate it and keep your place of dominance – whatever dominance you manage to have even though you’re not way at the top of the dominant group. The point of talking about privilege is not to confine us to where we were born, but to make all of us aware of how we oppress others. Practically all of us have some sort of privilege to look at – some of us more than others. Whining about how men don’t have the option to have babies (oh poor men!) helps cloud the fact that the ability of having babies comes with myriad disadvantages in life. It’s interesting that those who supported your post are by and large – like you – the people who have the most to gain by keeping the status quo.

You’re not bad people, but you are blind. Time to wake up. We’re not trying to berate you, we’re trying to help you see the folly of your ways so you can join us as an ally.

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Rough Porn

He asked if I wanted it long and slow, or short and fast. I said slow, hoping for a long evening of kink. He had that serious domly look in his eyes, the one that makes me oh so hot. He had me sit up so he could play with my tits. He’d look me right in the eye and then twist a nipple to watch the look on my face as it hurt. In the background we had rough sex porn running, and I was insanely wet already. I know it’s so wrong, and I know that extreme stuff can make people uncomfortable (because of its resemblance to some very bad things) but Jesus, watching a woman get her face fucked makes me so hot and so want to be in her place. I want to be roughly handled, gagged on his cock. I want to be a drooling mess.

He tried out the new dental gag I bought, it was really hot for the humiliation aspect of it, as i sat there with my mouth wide open. (It’s a Jennings dental gag, but without the strap like the one on this page.) It’s a shame I didn’t drool but I found my mouth growing dry instead. My tongue was exposed for him to see and it felt naked without teeth and lips to hide behind.

MasterDoc grabbed the magic wand, and he pressed it to my clit. My eyes would flicker, then close and I’d be lost in my ever increasing arousal. It flooded me, flooded my senses. I would come so close to coming and he would stop. And the fact that he was controlling my arousal and eventual orgasm made it even hotter. He teased me for a bit and I was lost in his intense eyes. Him being in control makes me so hot.

He had me remove the gag. Not only was my mouth dry but he was concerned that I’d break a tooth if I came with it in. We watched more porn, and I loved how the porn actress played the part of someone who’s surprised at the rough treatment she’s getting and oh dear how scared she is! I can get hot off of it if I can tell it’s play. I so desperately want to act out a scene like that with MasterDoc. I want to play scared, and let myself get into the role and feel scared. I want him to take me roughly, slap me about, push me down. I want him to piss on me. I want him to use my body in delicious and horrible ways. I was actually disappointed when he got up to go pee last night and didn’t decide to piss on me. I want to be passed around to various people for them to use my body.

He worked my Njoy plug into my ass and I stroked my wet clit and breathed heavy. I was so aroused. There was no hiding it. No hiding my sexuality. No hiding how much I wanted it.

He fucked me from behind with the stainless steel plug in my ass. I felt so full and having both holes filled like that was amazing. Oh god I wanted to come! Being fucked like that was so hot, I could feel him play with the plug in my ass. The only thing that could have improved that wonderful scenario is if another cock was available to go into my mouth at the same time.

In the porn, the actress is fucked up the ass by one man, while she’s being gagged on the cock of the other. Fuck. I want to experience that.

My knees gave out, so I had to crawl down onto the mat. After a breather and returning to my wits, I turned towards MasterDoc and played with his chest. I lusted after him so completely.

But alas, he wanted a snack. (And you can tell that this is a true story and not erotica, because the Dom doesn’t stop for a snack in the middle of an erotica piece.) I lay on the living room floor (we had been on the mat, you see) and watched the porn continue playing on the television. Seeing that woman being used and fucked and slapped around made me so hot. I’m sure MasterDoc could hear my moaning from the kitchen as I furiously stroked my clit. He came back in with some food and told me that I could make myself come if I wanted to.

So I focused on the porn and rubbed my slick clit until I came. To help me come, he held down my shoulder with his foot as best he could. The combination of hot porn, rapidly rubbed clit, being held down a little, and being under his foot led me to an explosive orgasm.

After all that expended energy, I needed a break, myself. A little later he decided that he wanted to come. I was slightly disappointed as I craved more fucking. But I played with his ass like he told me to and I grew more aroused knowing that he wanted to come in my mouth. When he was close to coming , I moved around to the front of him and placed my mouth right by the tip of his cock. I put his cock in my mouth as he came and then slid it further into my mouth to suck on the shaft. This kept him twitching with pleasure and it was so hot. I held his come in my mouth like he likes, and he told me to dribble it out onto the towel under me. I let it drool out and he was happy. I felt like a dirty slut and it felt so good.

I could have gone on all night fucking. I feel like something’s awakened in me that hasn’t been awake in years. I can’t remember going all night fucking for a very long time.

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A Good Slut

MasterDoc and I went out last night to the swing club, as we often do. Friday nights we can get in free and there’s a lot of single men. Lately, it’s been busier than normal since the club owner has been having porn actresses make appearances.

The atmosphere is busy – single men walk back and forth through the length of the club cruising for women or couples. When they’re feeling bold and see someone they like, they will say hello or sit down near them. Most guys are easy enough to brush off by barely acknowledging them. Some need to be told to go away. Couples and guys sit on the many sofas and beds around the club. The regular staff mill about, some working the bar, some working the coat check, others giving tours to newbies.

We wander a bit, getting the lay of the land and sipping on drinks. Sometimes we sit for a bit and watch what’s going on. Early in the evening there’s not usually much sex happening, but sometimes you can see something going on in one of the bedrooms. It seems like most people need time to settle in and prepare themselves for their debauchery. Personally I’d prefer jumping right in and then finding partners whose interest we’d piqued by having fun.

When I returned from the restroom at one point, MasterDoc was chatting up a nice Latin couple. The woman was hot and the guy wasn’t bad either. They were friendly, but in the end it didn’t seem like they wanted to play with us. Many of the single guys were clearly interested in me. I try to not be too inviting to the single guys as I know MasterDoc would much prefer me spending time enticing ladies and couples. I don’t have a complaint most nights, I’d be happy to play with a pretty woman any night. Sometimes I’d like to run rampant and line up a bunch of guys to fuck.

MasterDoc toyed with the the new remote vibe panties (review) and invited the sexy Latina to feel the vibe going underneath my skirt. I encouraged her but she wasn’t overly bold. Pity. Guys expressed interest in it and when I casually mention that I got it to review since I have a sex blog, some people’s interest piques further. It’s not the same as being a porn actress, but it is a conversation piece sometimes.

MasterDoc had me take off the panties after a while. I was glad since the ribbon ties were cutting into my hips. He had me spread my legs, and as I was in a skirt with no panties my shaved pussy was completely in view. I also wore black stockings, black boots and a low-buttoned black cardigan. MasterDoc played with my clit and I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and started breathing heavy. I was very horny yesterday (I had even been given a sybian ride in the afternoon!) and just the lightest touches on my clit and pussy were driving me wild. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to come. I was getting frustrated with how long we were sitting around looking to meet people.

We changed seats since my back started hurting, so he handed me a pillow at our new spot and I got on  my knees to give him head. As I focused on sucking his cock into hardness, an English guy sat on the sofa next to MasterDoc and expressed interest in me. If you’ve read this blog for a while you know I have a severe case of anglophilia. I hoped that maybe later something would go on.

We moved to a bed in the exhibitionist’s room. I stripped down to just my bra, garter belt and stockings. MasterDoc toyed with my clit some more and I moaned and writhed, hoping that my reaction would spur him to do more. He used my Nea vibe on my clit, teasing me more. I couldn’t quite come from this, but then I took over the vibe and pressed it into just the right spot on my clit. MasterDoc used his fingers on my cunt and I came as soon as possible. My body contracted and my upper chest/shoulders tensed up as they often do. (It’s rough because the discomfort from the muscle tension sometimes causes me to stop coming earlier than I would like to.) I’m noisy and gleefully attract attention.
The English guy comes over and sits on the floor near the bed. MasterDoc tells him he can touch my tits – apparently in England this means “put your tongue on my tits immediately.” I didn’t mind and MasterDoc let him continue. MasterDoc took my other breast in his mouth and between the two of them I moan and sigh, savoring the sensations. I’m eager to come again, and when MasterDoc lets me I come hard.

I’m very happy having had two lovely orgasms, but then MasterDoc fucked me from behind. I was such an eager slut last night that I wasn’t fully happy until he fucked me. I got so hot and immersed in the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me. He’d thrust hard and and I’d whimper. I moaned like crazy, desperate to come but enjoying the ride. I’m secretly (or perhaps not so secretly) hoping we’re being watched by a lot of people. Eventually, I give in to my urges and I beg to come. He teases me, tells me I have to wait. Makes me wait for what is probably only 30 seconds but feels like several minutes as I whimper and desperately hold myself on the edge of orgasm. MasterDoc lets me come and I come hard, grunting, gasping, bucking my hips. Eventually my vagina of steel pushed his penis out and he replaced it with his strong, thick fingers – which made me come even harder and louder. While my eyes were closed I can hear people gathering nearby. He makes me come for a long time and I don’t want it to stop. Eventually my shoulders give out and I fall forward just about the same time he finishes with me. My god, I love sex. I love being disheveled and left exhausted.

The Englishman comes around again, and I look from him to MasterDoc and back again. I’d like to fuck the Brit. MasterDoc can tell and he grants permission despite his misgivings that the Brit is too drunk. I get on the bed across from the one I was just on with MasterDoc so that MD can have the best view. I hand a condom to the Brit and he gets undressed. I get on hands and knees and play with my cunt to entice him and encourage his cock to wake up. He does get the condom on, and gets it near my pussy, but it never gets adequately hard. Damn. I try to help him, reaching back and stroking. He thrusts as if he’s fucking me (and the crowd around can’t really tell the difference) but he never gets hard enough to penetrate. I’m disappointed and frustrated but I try not to make him feel bad about it. (We’re all human, we can’t always get aroused when we want to. I’m sure his inebriated state had a lot to do with it too.)

I head back to the bed with MasterDoc and at one point he says, “You’re such an anglophile. Or I should say, anglofucker!” Ah, if only I had gotten to last night.

MasterDoc’s cock gets hard again and he fucks me. This time as I’m on my back as I’m wiped out from before. He did a lot of dirty talk last night, calling me a good whore many times. He made me ask for the fuckings I received (or nearly received) and made sure I said it loud enough to be heard. Last night I wasn’t feeling shy about saying it loudly. I came again from him fucking me. What an awesome night.

As we lounged on the bed, we got to watch others giving blow jobs and the bartender squirting on command on guys who ask. We sit in a room at the end of our evening and watch one of the porn actresses fucking and playing with various cocks. After the guys have dispersed a bit, we talk to her and she mentions being a switch. I ask if she tops women and she says yes. She asks for our number and I give it gladly. Hopefully she will give us a call.

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Review: Babeland Remote Vibe Panty

I had high hopes for these panties. I’ve searched high and low for a remote control vibe that meets the following criteria – fits my plus size body and the vibe sits on the clit. Babeland made these panties to be fairly adjustable, and they will fit a MUCH wider range of sizes than most “one size fits most” panties (from 25″ to 65″ hips according to the site). I was able to wear them, although they were bit small on my size 18 body. The fabric barely covered my butt crack in back and the adjustable ties dug into the flesh of my hips as I wore them. I had to wear them extremely low on my hips – but I think that’s where they’re meant to be. If you’re a larger lady than me, you probably won’t be able to wear them.

Still, I was excited that they actually fit, even if not very well. Other than the ties digging into me, they were comfortable. I wore them out to dinner and a swing club with MasterDoc and unfortunately we forgot the remote in the car over dinner. But I was aroused by the feeling of the egg nestled against my clit (it sits in a pocket in the panties), even when it wasn’t vibrating. The egg looks like it will show under your clothes, but as long as you’re not wearing anything tight it’s actually not too visible. (I wore it with pants that fit but weren’t tight and later with a skirt – couldn’t see it under either. Fears that I’d look like I was packing were unfounded.) Overall, the egg wasn’t too noticeable visibly or by feeling when worn. It wasn’t uncomfortable.

At the swing club, we got the remote control out of our bag. MasterDoc played with it and a few problems became apparent – you can’t tell when it’s switched off (it goes through three levels of vibration and the light on the remote only comes on when you press the button – not when the vibe is on necessarily) and they don’t turn off easily. For turning on, the range isn’t too bad, a few feet away seems ok. But when it comes to changing the vibration and turning it off the remote only worked right near the panties. This seems to go against the point of having a remote control. The range is supposed to be up to 16-feet, we didn’t get it to work even half that far away.

The toy comes with two sets of batteries for each the controller and the egg. The egg takes four watch batteries and the remote takes one of those small A-type remote control batteries (you can get them easily at Radio Shack). I tried the toy out when I got it in the mail and left the batteries in the egg. Big mistake – even left off, the batteries died. (I had taken the battery out of the remote for storage.)

Despite all these drawbacks this is still the best set of remote control panties I’ve tried (by far). Faint praise, I realize. There’s kinks to work out, but I think Babeland is at least on the right track. I can see us playing with these panties again, but perhaps at home rather than out. Hopefully in the future they’ll be able to offer something spectacular. If the remote was stronger and clearly indicated when the vibe was on, off, or on which level of vibration that would be a huge improvement.

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Thank you to Babeland for sending this toy for review. This toy was received for free for review purposes and I was expected to give my honest assessment.

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