LS ponders…
Is there any place or person that accepts donations of unwanted sex toys?
Moving house has meant I needed to sort through a lot of things, and it came to my attention that some toys in my goodie drawer just don’t get a look-in anymore. And it seems such a waste for them to sit there, unused and unwanted, taking up precious space in my new house.
But changing the subject of donating none-sex toys, is anyone willing to accept donations of the following:
- One copy of Sex 365
- One copy of SuperSex card deck by Tracey Cox
- One copy of Wicked Words 4?
I will return with juicy tales of illicit encounters, and cautious tales, to make you think. I have an idea which ones will be more enticing.
Durex review – Part one
I say part 1, as we only managed to get through 2 of them – the two being Play and Heat. The lovely people at Durex also sent Pina Colada, Cherry and Tingle, which hopefully we will get round to (but this requires a separate post on relationship-type stuff). So here goes:
Play
I have tried this before, both with William and with other people (although that wasn’t always strictly for sexual purposes!), but in the interests of science, we tried it again, to be fair. William got straight into it: he went down on me, to warm me up, before lubing up one finger and sliding it into my very wet sex. This was very pleasurable: there was no discomfort (sometimes I get this if I’m not ‘prepped’ enough) and it had a silky feel to it. He then lubed up another finger, and proceeded to probe at my anus, before oh-so-easily sliding in, whilst still sliding a finger in and out of my vagina and licking my clit to oblivion. The feeling was incredible, not only because he’d done all this in practically no time at all with hardly any easing me into it, but it actually felt good. So good, that I came all over his face.
Very good Durex!
Heat
Heat was second on the list, so I decided to return the favour, after I’d suitably overcome my light-headedness. I decided a hand job was in order. I don’t very often give these: they are labourious, and it takes William a while to come even if he’s doing it, so I don’t have a hope in hell. Also, I get very, well, worried I’m doing it wrong. But all this was put aside, caution was thrown into the wind, and I lubed up the palms of my hands with Heat and started to give the hand job of my life: long, up and down strokes, with intervals spent just playing with the head, and sometimes using both hands. I was leaning over him, so I took matters into my own, well, breasts, and thrust his throbbing cock between them. I grabbed my breasts and simulated what my hands had previously done. Now, neither of us could feel any heat that we weren’t generating ourselves, so I stopped what I was doing temporally and got William to read the instructions.
Ohhh, you’re meant to blow on it to activate it. I see. Back to hand job.
‘Can you feel that?’, as I gave a new meaning to the phrase ‘blow job’
‘Er…not really…’ came the reply.
Hmph. I decided to test it out myself. If I blew onto my palms, which were coated in lube, I could feel the heat, not the usual coolness you get when you blow on yourself. So the lube does work. It’s just selective.
Durex lubes
A couple of days ago, the nice people from Durex asked if it would be ok to send me some products for me to test and review. Who am I to refuse?! Of course, I said yes, and today a huge package arrived for me. I opened it excitedly to find:
All of these lovely lubes for me to play with. I was planning on going round to William’s tonight. Watch this space……
Position Generator
William found my secret stash of goodies in the box under the bed. Among the sex toys, handcuffs, lube and blindfolds, he found the ‘Sex 365′ book, with a position for every day of the year.
On a tangent here, on the back cover it says: ‘You’ll never have sex the same way twice’. I find this a very bold statement, as surely you will get through the book eventually, perhaps not in a year, but in two or three depending on how often you have sex/use the book. Then you’ll have to start again…..using the same positions.
Back to the curve now: William decided we should try out some of the moves. So I’ve listed some of the moves we’ve been trying the past few weeks, along with whether they are worth you trying out
The Cosmopolitan: Found this quite good for shallow strokes, but not great for intimacy – it feels like you’re pushing him away with your legs.
Oasis: Shave your legs beforehand! Better for deeper strokes than the previous, but again, not great if you like the whole intimacy/closeness deal during sex.
Ai no corrida: I highly recommend this one. Very intimate, it’s an excellent position for letting him kiss and touch. Works best when you both rock in sync.
Hot on your heel: I like this one A LOT. The angle at which he’s penetrating provides a different kind of stimulation to a normal missionary, plus you get to cop an eyefull of his buttocks 
But perhaps should only be tried if you like your feet being kissed.
Sharp shooter: Now, we tried a slight variation on this, where I was bent over (the sofa, actually), but I had one leg in the air, as shown, and he had one foot on the arm of the sofa. Allows for VERY deep strokes. Which is nice, as long as it’s not too deep.
Digital generation: sometimes the names are a bit lame. But this position most definitely is not! I’m pretty sure most people would have tried this though. But I love it, hence the mention. What’s even more brilliant is if he lies down, he can wrap one arm around you to fondle your breast, while the other rubs your clit. Or he can stay in the position in the picture, and can lean down into a kiss.
Randoms
Two posts in one day, aren’t you a lucky lot?
I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but apart from pole dancing my hobbies include making my own jewellery, some of which I sell in my own little shop on a marketplace for handmade items called Etsy. Whilst listing some new items, I stumbled across this.
How utterly gorgeous are they?! They are truly gorgeous, works of art.
Christmas wish list
For the last couple of months when I have received my issue of Scarlet magazine there has been a copy of Love Honey catalogue: there are a few things in there that I would really like. So on my Christmas wish list this year are:
- Durex Play Allure Vibrator – it looks so smooth and, well, alluring
- From Agent Provocateur – the Manuela collection, even though it’s out of stock!
- Ann Summers Riding Crop – I think William is quite keen on the idea of S&M, so this might be a nice, cheap starter for us
- Ass Berry Small Vibrating Butt Plug from Love Honey – William and I have been playing with the idea of anal, but seeing as I haven’t done this particular act in about two years, we need to start from the beginning and build it up. This little toy looks so cute, but I reckon it’s also gonna do the job in stretching me out.
- And, of course, the chance to curl up in my lover’s arms.
Happy Christmas bloggers! Hope Santa brings you everything you wished for
In my dreams
Aren’t you a lucky lot? No posts for ages, and no you have two posts in as many days!
As some of you may know for previous posts, I do have some pretty erotic dreams. Last night was a scorcher:
It was in my home town, where there’s a piazza-type place in the middle of the shopping centre. It’s an open space, a circle, with cobbled stones and benches in the middle. I was out shopping with someone I assume is a friend, although I didn’t recognise her. We’re standing in the middle of this piazza and she has one hand around my waist, the other at the back of my head and pulls me into the most indulgent kiss: her tongue is down my throat. And then, as if by magic (because magic happens in dreams, and no one questions why) we are stripped off our clothes, all except for our bras and her strap on. Yes, a strap on. A purple strap on, no less, with buckles, and a ribbed penis that curves towards her. I eagerly straddle her and quickly lower myself onto her, not wanting to waste a moment. I ride her intensely, feeling every inch slide in and out of me, feeling every ridge of the strap on, bringing me closer to the point of coming. I bite her lower lip as I come. All the time people pass us and don’t notice a thing.
I really didn’t want to wake up this morning.
Summery-ness
Or lack of it. We had a nice day, now it’s tipping it down!
The Oxford application is going slowly. It is very hard, and am stuck on the hardest part (naturally) where I have to write a research proposal. I know what I want to write, but my brain is in Summer mode, and doesn’t want to string words together. Also, reference collecting is a very difficult thing to do once term has ended. I was very excited about the prospect of going to Oxford, I still am, but it’s being overshadowed by the fact that I probably won’t get in. It’s not pessimism, it’s just being realistic. Still going to try though, nothing bad ever came from trying.
ShyGuy and I have been keeping in contact despite being hundreds of miles apart and in different countries. Sometimes it’s just a text a day, sometimes it’s a proper conversation. But he always asks how my day has been, something Barry didn’t do. I am being totally selfish here and have decided that there’s no point pursuing something if I’m just going to end up at a different uni to him. Plus, I think it’s nice just to spend this summer staying in touch and being friends, learning more about each other. If I stay at my current uni, which isn’t all that bad (tbh, the advantages or staying here far outweigh Oxford, financially, for contacts and PhD projects wise, but Oxford is Oxford), then I have decided we will do things properly and see how it goes.
I have a lot on my plate atm. I am so busy, busier than I have been during my entire degree I think. And it the summer holidays! I’m meant to be resting! But I have family and friends to see, places to explore (Thursday’s child has far to go….), applications to write, books to read (for pleasure and PhD), shoes to buy, graduations to attend, a job to find, and attempt to get rid of 3 years worth of clothes (I came home to find I had enough to fill three wardrobes).
Don’t even get me started on sex toys/books/bondage stuff etc. I had enough to fill a whole suitcase (and mine aren’t small). Another problem was finding somewhere to keep them all at home. I don’t think my mom would question it if she found any of them. Well….not all of them. I think she may look at me funny if she found the double ended dildo. So putting them somewhere out of sight but somewhere I can get to easily if the moment arising that I need one of them was quite a strategic event.
Enough rambling! I have a message from ShyGuy to reply to and an application to fill in (boooo)
Stimulation
Aching to be fucked. I need a good old fashioned fucking. Hopefully will be seeing Barry sometime this week after our little ‘chat’ the other day. He seems to appreciate (if that’s the right word) me standing up for myself, like he likes it. So, now everything is sorted, I’m hoping that now he’s less stressed he’ll be, erm, dying for some action too.
I don’t know how much more I can read erotica and watch porn. It’s having some effect, but I need a big hard cock inside of me.
Whilst on the porn subject, none of the porn I’ve been watching has been man/woman sex, it’s been girl on girl. Am feeling the urge to have some lady love now exams are over 
Embarassing
My mother came over to visit me yesterday evening, and she decided she was going to take some washing home to save me doing it (I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather this week, so household chores were the last thing on my mind). So whilst she was trying to find my spare towels, before I could stop her she stumbled across my secret goodie under-the-bed box thingy, containing erotica, kama sutra, handcuffs, whips, eyemasks, sex toys, the lot
She didn’t say anything and just pushed it backed under the bed.
