Reviews galore: Part 2 – Durex

This second post is about the myriad of products that Durex have sent me over the last few months.

Deluxe

First up is from the new range of ‘Feeling’ condoms from Durex, called Deluxe.  They are described as ‘the Diamond standard in thinness’, which is meant to offer you and your partner extra added closeness and new sensations.

When Occam first opened the packet, we were both initially impressed by the superior packaging, and intrigued by the ‘micro fine’ condoms within.  We hoped these would be as mind blowing as Durex suggested.  Unfortunately, as soon Occam entered me I wasn’t immediately impressed: the condom felt very un-lubricated, which produced a slightly ‘wooden’ feeling.  Worried that we’d just come across a slightly dodgy condom, we tried another one, but this too produced the same feeling.  Again, I could feel the condom moving as Occam moved, and it was a sensation I didn’t really wish to feel.  And at £9.99 for just 5 condoms, I ‘feel’ that you should try other products in this range….

Real Feel

Apparently these condoms contain RealFeel material, giving a natural skin-on-skin feeling.  After using the Deluxe condoms, Occam and myself were a bit skeptical, but obviously open to trying new things 😉

I think the only way I can review these is to say simply that we loved them so much we’re making them our mainstay choice of condom.  They really do feel great, and do feel like there is no condom there, so it’s like making skin-on-skin contact – this is where the Deluxe condom failed.  They don’t need any extra lube, they are non-latex (crucial to know if you’re allergic) and while they give great pleasure they also don’t feel so thin that they might break at any moment.  Always an added bonus.

This pack contains ten condoms, and costs £9.95 for the pack, which is much better value than the Deluxe condoms straightaway.  Add the fact that these are, by far, the best condoms either myself or Occam have ever used, and you can go ahead and add that they are also spankingly awesome too.

Play Sweet Strawberry

I’m very picky about lubes.  I find that any of these special edition flavours tend to irritate me…..down there.  Not pleasant, and it definitely takes the fun out of what’s meant to be a very pleasurable experience.  Don’t get me wrong – flavoured lubes come to the rescue if you hate the taste of condoms when giving your man a blow job (although I do prefer sans condom).  But I find it difficult to not have some sort of irritation with any lube apart from KY Jelly.

Anywho, just recently I’ve had a few problems (I won’t go into it and put a downer on things) which have meant that I’ve required the use of lube to just have even the most vanilla of sex.  Role up Durex Play Sweet Strawberry.  Let’s see what you’ve got.

I was instantly impressed by the fact it was strawberry – why wasn’t this done sooner?  Why go for the exotic (and perhaps run the risk of a lot of people being put off by) flavours, such as Pina Colada?  Strawberry is loved by practically everyone, and especially during Wimbledon (which was when this lube was launched).

We’ve only tried this once, and I think it’s definitely my favourite of the Play range of lubes.  Occam may take more convincing, purely because he’s one of the few people who don’t like strawberries.

Anyway, this lube does exactly what it says on the tin.  It’s a good lubricant, it didn’t cause me any irritation, both during sex and anal.  It tastes alright…..but I’d personally rather use it purely as a means of lubricant during anal, rather than as a supplement to my giving a blow job.

Play Massage Melts

Last, but not least, we have the 2 in 1 massage melts, so called because they can act as massage oil and lubricant.  There are six pods to each pack, and for £6.99 I think this is a reasonable price to pay if you want something different to your conventional lube.  For this product is not your standard lube!  These nifty little pods can be put in the freezer and left till they are like ice cubes.  Then you can pop one out and enjoy the lovely tingly sensation!

Occam and myself took this a little further: I was very intrigued about how these would feel in more intimate places.  So one night we tried sticking one of the frozen cubes in my ass.  This tingled a lot, and not in a good way.  But as it melted it provided a good lubricant, which meant easier anal sex 😉 Another night Occam put a frozen cube up my pussy.  That felt delicious.  And the sex afterwards was amazing (we also used the ‘Real Feel’ condoms, as mentioned above, so it was doubly awesome!).

Should you buy these?  Yes!

My wish list

I want you to tie my hands together, behind my back, then push me to my knees.

I want a collar around my neck, with a lead attached to it, which you will hold in your hand and position me wherever you want me.

I want you to force the entire length of your cock into my mouth, and, using the lead in your hand, as well as pulling on my hair with your other hand,  fuck my face.  Make me deep throat you.

I want you to drag me to the edge of the bed, push me onto my knees again, and push my face into the bed.  I want you to position your face between my cheeks and run your  tongue up and down the length of my pussy.  Suck on my clit, and bite my cheeks, do anything you want.

I want you to  rub the tip of your cock at the opening of my pussy.  Tease me, make me beg.  Slide the entire length of your cock into me, slowly. Fuck me with long, slow strokes, in and out of me.

I want you to grab my hair as you speed up.

I want you to change your mind, and pull me up, and push me against the wall.  Spread my legs apart, and  thrust into me again.  Pull on my hair and hold onto the cuffs that are still restraining my wrists.

I want you to pound me so hard it brings you to the point where you want to come.

I want you to pull out, and take your cock in you hand.  Finish yourself off, and come over my back and bum.

Now it’s your turn to make a wish list

New chapter?

He kicked off his shoes, one of them propelled to the area of the room I was standing in. It hit the back of my leg, and I spun round, ready to berate him. But I thought of a better idea: under the guise of being annoyed, I started a tickling war. He was powerless to resist, and collapsed in a fit of giggles onto his bed. I straddled him in order to keep up the pretense that I was hurt by such a display of carelessness with his shoes.

But then he grabbed me, forcefully, but not enough to cause me pain. My arms were pinned to my sides, and all tickling was stopped. I was still straddling him, and as I felt how powerfully he held me in his grip, I started to let my mind wander over what might be.

I slowly lowered my head to meet his, and gently placed a kiss on his lips.  To say there were sparks is an understatement.  A sharp intake of breath from him, and his arms were wrapped around me, holding me in an unbreakable embrace.  My arms snaked around his neck, my hands running through his too-long hair.  Our hands wandered, as our lips danced over necks: as his lips kissed, and teeth grazed over my neck, it was all I could do to slump into ball.  A ball completely filled with electricity, feeling ecstatic.

I should have been feeling utterly relaxed, lapping up the attention he was giving me.  But I was greedy.  I wanted more.  I pulled at his shirt, lifting it up over his head.  I wanted to get a better look at him, so I pushed him back onto the bed, still kissing him, with him pulling me down on top of his body.

I wound my way down his neck, onto his chest, with my mouth, placing kisses along my way, but pausing at his nipples.  I circled my tongue around his nipple, and heard the sharp intake of breath, and felt his arms lock tighter around my body.  I continued this, bringing him to the same peak he had brought me to earlier, before carrying on my journey further down his body.

If his belt wasn’t so complicated, I would’ve contemplated taking his trousers off with my teeth, just for the effect.  But, alas, his belt was complicated.  He had to help.  But once I got his trousers off (he took his socks off at the same time – how do men do that so easily, seemingly without us noticing?), I continued with the teasing.  This was done by kissing the tops of his legs, and that little crease that forms between the top of his legs and his abdomen.  Then I started at the base of his penis, and licked the length of it, finishing off with a swirl of my tongue around his head.  I played around this throbbing head, running my tongue up and down the frenulum, as my left hand pumped his cock, and my right hand was entwined with his hand.  Then, when I thought I’d teased him enough, I slid the entire length of his cock into my mouth.  His hand swept my hair aside, which had fallen and covered his cock, so he could watch me work my mouth on his cock.

I moved back to kiss him properly, and his hands move quickly to remove me from my clothes.  Again, I raise the issue of skinny jeans: they may look good, but they sure as hell are difficult to get off in the throws of passion.  Now it is his turn to worship my body.  And he does such a good job, paying particular attention to my breasts, kneading them gently with his hands, whilst flicking my nipples with his tongue.

As I was in a state of complete and utter bliss, yet again, I failed to notice his hand disappear ‘down south’, until he started circling my clit with his fingers.  He was teasing me.  I kept trying to wriggle around, so he would sink his fingers deep inside me, but he didn’t take the bait.  But he did, when I least expected it.  I practically came on the spot.  It had been too long since I’d had anyone finger me, and it felt so good to have it done to me again.  He rocks me hard, still pleasuring me with his tongue all over my body.

Positioning himself above me, I spread my legs to allow him easier access.  I squirm a little, anticipating the inevitable thrust of his cock.  He rubs my opening with it, before sinking in, in one long stroke, before pulling out again.  He continues to do this, several times, before I grabbing him, trying to pull him towards me, my legs wrapped around me, trying to ease my frustration.  He grants me my wish, slowly, and as he thrusts in and out of me, he positions his hand in between our bodies, and starts rubbing my clit again.  He brings me so close, but stops.

I roll him over, pinning him down, and straddle him again.  I lower myself onto his cock, and this time, bring him to the brink of orgasm.  But I stop just before he does.  Now who’s the teasing one?  I tell him I don’t want him to come just yet, and suggest that he takes me from behind.

Kneeling on all fours, he grabs my hips, and takes me, starting slowly, and building it up.  With one hand on my hip, the other on my right breast, he brings me to the point again…..but then stops, building up the suspense.

We collapse side by side on the bed – neither of us have come yet. I ask him what he wants.  He says whatever I want, I can have it. I tell him I want him right now, really hard. He obliges.

He slid his cock into me, forcefully, and carried out my request by thrusting into me hard and fast.  After a few strokes, he said ‘Told you I wouldn’t last long’, followed by ‘ohhhhhhhh fuck!’ as his thrusts became harder, before coming deep inside me.

I may not have come, but he made up for it later.  But that’s another post…

Phone sex

Him: I’ll never let you win! Accept that I am superior.
Me: Nope, I’ll come up with some sort of appeal that says you’re cheating.
Him: That’ll never work.
Me: I’ll tie you to a chair and gag you.
Him: That’s called blackmail.
Me: I could bribe you. Everyone loves a bribe.
Him: Depends.
Me: On?
Him: How delicious the bribe is.
Me: Well we’re down to two options: money and sex.
Him: I don’t want money.
Me: Well that’s sorted then. But I suspect it’ll have to be to certain requirements. You won’t let me win for just anything.
Him: True. What do you suggest?
Me: A peck on the cheek?
Him: No deal.
Me: A kiss on the mouth?
Him: Hmmmm…still, no deal.
Me: A kiss below the belt?
Him: Getting better!
Me: Me, naked, on my knees, giving you head. Then, when I’m done, you can have your way with me. Does that sound good? Deal?
Him: Deal.

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.

Fun and games

I poked my tongue out at him for insulting me with such a childish comment.

“You know, you give really good head despite the really small tongue”.

A tickling war ensued.

Dinner topics

I’ve decided to post this tonight, whilst the conversation is fresh in my mind.  I was out with friends from uni (all 14 of us!  We were quite noisy) for dinner at quite a posh restaurant in town, and after a few bottles of wine, talk turned to bodily fliuds and whether we’d like to spit, swallow or have it on a body part.

The support for each option was divided amongst the group by each individual’s preference:

Swallow

• No mess
• It has protein in it, apparently, hence it is good for you
• It’d be rude not too.
• But some people said they didn’t like the taste.

Over face/other bodily part

• Kinkiness
• You don’t have to swallow, therefore, you don’t have to taste it
• Easy to just grab a baby wipe and clean it up, rather than, say, the carpet

Spit

• No swallowing (therefore no nasty tastes apparently)
• Nothing to clean up, just spit into the sink or bin
• But there is the problem of having semen in your mouth and having to get up and walk somewhere to dispose of it i.e. awkward.
• Bit rude maybe?

So I would like to hear your preferences, and your arguements for and against these options.  Or possibly if you have more options!

Injuries are not so bad when you learn to live with them

Me and William hadn’t seen each other for 8 days.  That isn’t very long, but I had been out of the country, so there was a need on his part to see me, maybe to just check that I was still in one piece.  He picked me up from my office (I have my own office *Squee*!), and it took all my sterness, dominance, and a little bit of willpower to stop him taking me there and then.  As tempting as the thrill of workplace sex was, I didn’t want to upset my supervisor who was in the office next door.

So into the car we get: he is playing with my hair all the way home.  William likes this: he likes playing with mine as a type of foreplay, and he likes me to play with his as part of post-coital cuddles.  We pulled up at my house, straight in, no fuss, clothes off.  Yes, that quickly, like lightning.  I do manage to get a bit of oral though.  The moment his mouth touched my already swelling lips…well, it was like ecstacy.  It was like I had never had it before, as I had been fantasising about this since the last time I saw him.

Foreplay on his part was non existant: he wanted me now.  So he took me.  His cock replaced his mouth and he slid his length into me, stretching me in the most pleasurable way.  As he rocked inbetween my legs, the orgasm was building for both of us, and as we locked lips, I felt him shudder as he came, which was what I needed to tip me over the crest of the wave and come myself.

Unfortunetly, cuddles were cut shorts.  As he pulled out, we discovered there was blood everywhere. I started to panic, wondering what the hell was wrong with me this time when I realised it was William bleeding:

“I thought it hurt a bit when we were doing it, but I decided to just keep going”, he said, trying to clean up the blood.  He had ripped his frenulum, which was bleeding ferociously.  I told him to go and have a shower and clean up, while I sorted out the bed linen and put it to the wash.  Fortunetly, the rip didn’ seem too big, and we hoped it wold heal soon, as one orgasm for 8 days apart isn’t really enough!

William still wanted sex though: in bed later that night he was pulling his best moves on me, but I honestly felt so guilty about the whole thing I turned him down.  What if it started again?  I told him it was best to wait until it was healed completely until we tried again.

But morning light came, as did out need to work on our orgasm tally.  How would we resolve this?

“You could always rub yourself and I could watch?” he suggested.  What an excellent idea.  I didn’t need persuasion.  I got to work straight away, building myself up, turned on by him rubbing himself in front of me.

As I came, he was grinning broadly, but still rubbing himself, somewhat more tenderly than usual.  I asked him if he needed a hand (no pun jokes!).  He got up, out of bed and stood before me, his cock right in front of my mouth.  I circled the tip with my tongue and gripped the base with my hand and rubbed it tightly.  I took as much of his length as I could into my mouth, and worked his cock, moving my mouth and my hand together in tandem until I felt his come hit the back of my mouth.

Then we had time for cuddles.

Tied and Bound

I was stripped naked, with only a blindfold on, and was led by the hand to lie on the bed.  He positioned my arms above me, and then I felt the cool metal of the handcuff encasing my wrists as has fastened them.  I wriggled about, testing to see how much movement I still had, but I had been handcuffed to the headboard of my bed, and my ankles were being bound with silk ties to the bottom of the bed.

Just for a moment, all excitement left me, and the feeling of fear swept over me: this was the first outing into bondage for me and William, and I didn’t know what to expect.  But I quickly pushed this thought aside, as I felt the cold touch of William’s fingers, which were covered in lube: the excitement built up again as they circled my bumhole and he carefully inserted one, then two, then three fingers in.  His other hand (slightly warmer!) was playing with my clit, and occasionally he dipped a finger into my drenched pussy, and I felt so full, but also so hot being double penetrated.

He inserted his rock hard cock into my expectant pussy in one fluid movement, and I had a small intake of breath as I felt the length of him spread me further.  He pounded me with hard, rapid strokes, hitting that place that tips me over the edge.  I tried to move my arms, obviously in vain as the handcuffs weren’t going to budge, so I could grab that firm ass of his.  Just as the first ripples of orgasm started to flow through me, he withdrew, and said ‘I’m gonna come on your face’, and took off my blindfold off:  I watched him grasp his cock in his hand and start pumping, the tip only an inch from my face.  All it took were three strokes, and he came on my cheek.  I opened my  mouth, trying desperately to take the tip of his cock in my mouth, to taste him, but I couldn’t lift my head up to reach: instead, he rested the tip on my lips, and the last few spurts went into my mouth, and smothered my lips.

Finished, he bent down to kiss me before I’d licked all of his come off of my lips.  He tasted himself on me, adding that I looked ‘so sexy’ like this, with his come over my face, and being bound and under him.

Next time it’s his turn.

Meet the parents

Thankfully it wasn’t as bad as the film by the same name: we got on like a house on fire, as the saying goes.  Before arriving at William’s I was as nervous as hell:  what if they didn’t like me? What if I said something stupid? I need not have worried, as despite an small interrogation, they seemed to like me, as they asked me to stay longer!  So there’s a weight off my shoulders here, as I’ve never actually had a big ‘meet the parents’ event before.  William was lovely throughout, with surprises planned for me (Red roses and my favourite dessert!  How sweet?), and held my hand throughout.

We weren’t staying in the same bedroom, so we concluded there would be no sex during my visit.  But we were very sneeky!  We had an empty house for 10 minutes on the first night of my visit, which was plenty, as we hadn’t seen each other in a week.  We had a bit longer the next morning, so I could give him my full attention with an early morning blow job.  As his hands tangled up in my hair and his cock started to throb, I knew he was close, but I was feeling greedy and wanted him inside me.

He must have had the same idea as he pulled me to my feet and put me in his bed, covered us up with the duvet and went down on me: his tongue was working his magic on my clit, and his fingers were playing with my bumhole.  Then he inserted two fingers into me, one into my pussy, one into my arse, while his tongue continued to lap at my clit.  As his fingers moved in and out of me, I was gripping the sheets in ecstacy as I came all over his hand.

William quickly rolled a condom on and slid into me while I was still coming down, and the extra stimulation caused another orgasm to build up.  I whispered in his ear that he was was going to make me come again, and he said he was close, that we should come together.  And we did.  His arms wrapped me up as he came, with my head buried in his shoulder.

Now I’m home again, and probably won’t see him till New Year, and I’m missing him already!  But if I get that good a seeing to after just one week, imagine how good it’ll be after two weeks apart….