Mavi isn’t famous. She wanted to be. The driving force behind her relocation from the country to the capital forty-odd years ago was the dream of A-list stardom. She got her foot on the first rung of the celebrity ladder, with a few TV adverts propelling her to Z-list status, but that’s where she stayed. Even so, she sees herself as one of the lucky ones. Nobody ever tried to take advantage of her, and though it should be a given that it shouldn’t ever happen to anyone, she still considers it an achievement.
We’re going out tonight. I’m already dressed and waiting for her. As she pulls a paddle brush through her thick tresses I have to stifle a smile. It’s a novelty to see the spiky little thing being used for its actual purpose for once. Watching the long strokes of her arm taking the bristles from root to end, I notice the flashes of silver. Continue reading “Once and Future Beauty”
When it comes to non-fantasy silicone dildos, my trifecta of favourite brands is Tantus, Fun Factory, and Vixen Creations. Each one offers something different, whether it be size, shape, or simplicity. As a rule, it’s the ultra-realistic Vixskin I look for when checking out Vixen’s wares. I love that stuff so much, it’s the most realistic feeling silicone I’ve tried to date. But Vixskin isn’t all Vixen have to offer, though. They still make toys in their ‘original formula’ silicone, and that’s what this gorgeous Vixen Creations Gee Whizzard is made of.
I’ve wanted to get my hands on one of these bad boys for ages, so was past myself with excitement when the very lovely Carolyn from Betty’s Toy Box offered to send me one for review. See, I’m one of those less than sensible people who insert their Doxy into their vagina on occasion. I don’t endorse the practice cos it ain’t good for the wand and it’s only fun until you have to take it back out again, but I won’t lie and say it doesn’t feel incredible. Continue reading “Vixen Creations Gee Whizzard”
As a rule, I try to avoid vibrators that I know are gonna be buzzy. They aggravate me. I get itchy, or desensitised, or just plain irritated by the way they don’t work for me. But sometimes, even though I can feel in my bones that I’ll have no love for the vibes, a shape or texture will catch my eye and I’ll feel compelled to give whatever toy it is a shot. That’s how I got my paws on the Pink BOB Bumpy Betty Tongue Vibrator.
Firstly, I’m gonna have a whine about the brand name, cos the gendering is strong with this one. As y’all probably know, B.O.B stands for battery operated boyfriend, so this brand – and its website – is called Pink Battery-Operated Boyfriend. To me, it gives the impression that all women love pink, and ‘boyfriend’ suggests that they get attached to their vibrators in some kind of emotional/romantic capacity. Cheesy and patronising with a side of insulting, no? Okay, okay, I know that some folks will love the fuck right out of it, but it makes me want to hurl. Continue reading “Pink BOB Bumpy Betty Tongue Vibrator”
I’m breathing hard as I follow Cam and Jean up a short run of stone steps. They’re already at the top waiting for me, but I don’t hurry. The longer it takes me to enter this massive building the better. They whoop and cajole but I pay them no mind. I’ll get there when I get there. Continue reading “Agalma”
When I found myself with the Diogol Plaisir Ice Lock to review I was stumped. I could see exactly where it would fit with my play with the Fella but that isn’t what this particular toy is all about. See, it was made with solo players in mind and self-bondage hasn’t ever floated my boat. I know for a fact that I’d get bored after five minutes and end up on the sofa grappling with the TV remote. But YKINMK. I get that, for some folks, being alone and trussed up with only the passage of time to free them is hotter than hell. Take the wonderful Aurora Glory, for example. She mentioned that she was keen to try self-bondage this year. And as she’s an awesome writer I thought who better to do a guest review? Check out her thoughts on this potentially nifty bit of kit.
No matter how much ice they put in this thing, they can’t change the fact that metal toys are seriously hot, right? I’m going to assume you’re all nodding your heads here. As someone attempting to build a kinky lifestyle, not reliant on a partner, the Diogol Jaz Plaisir Ice Lock was just what I needed to up my self-bondage game. No matter which self-restraining forum I have stumbled upon, everyone says the same – ice locks are the ultimate in solo kink pleasure. Once you’ve got your ice lock, all you need is a set of restraints and an hour to fill with tormented satisfaction. Continue reading “Diogol Plaisir Ice Lock Guest Review by Aurora Glory”
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It may surprise you to read that I never expected to become such a huge fan of wand vibrators. Back when I got my first one I couldn’t get anywhere near orgasm with it. It was too buzzy and too noisy, the stimulation it provided far too broad. Whenever I used it my entire vulva would end up numb. I’d end up pissed off and I’d swear that I’d never buy another wand again. Fast forward some four odd years and I now have at least a dozen wands, four of which are currently stashed on and around my bedside table. Three of them are Doxy wands, and the forth is the LELO Smart Wand Large.
LELO is such a divisive brand these days. When it comes to their HEX condoms all you’ll hear from me is a very loud ‘nope’. I really do think those things are a thousand and one lawsuits waiting to happen and I think they should be discontinued for safety’s sake. But even though many bloggers have called time on their working relationships with LELO because of HEX (and the campaign that came with it) I can’t bring myself to write them off completely. Not when I’ve loved pretty much every toy of theirs that’s ever hung out between my thighs. Continue reading “LELO Smart Wand Large”
You can read the first part of this story – Glorious Hole – here.
It’s been a year. A full year since I put my cock through a hole in a wall of glass and let a woman called Glory hold it in her mouth. Even as I walked away from her with my undrained balls still aching and my cock still solid, I knew I’d see her again. And I knew she wanted to see me too. But when I finally plucked up the courage to go back – a full six months after that momentous visit – I discovered that she’d moved on. Continue reading “Glory Seeker”
The thing I adore most about fantasy dildos is how different one is from the next. Realistic dongs are much of a muchness, differing only when it comes to size, but fantasy ones? There’s pretty much no limit to their designs, and they’re available in almost any size that takes a person’s fancy. Just yesterday I reviewed a smallish, beautifully coloured dragon dildo. And today? Today I’m at the other end of the scale, reviewing the coal black behemoth that is the Mr Hankey’s BFG.
When I told the Fella I had a toy called the BFG on its way he rolled his eyes and said, “Big Friendly Giant?” I put my hands about two feet apart and replied, “Nope. Big Fucking Genital.” Ha, you should have seen his face. The sizes of the dildos I lust after now make him so nervous, poor lad. So much so he didn’t even want to look at the toys in my Mr Hankey’s package when it arrived. Continue reading “Mr Hankey’s BFG XL Dildo”
There are thirty-seven men from all walks of life crammed around eight small tables in this tiny room. We’re so close to each other I can see pores in the skin of the guys beside me. We’re half drunk, tired and wired, yet you wouldn’t even need to be paying attention to hear a pin drop at the other side of the room.
What silenced us? Anticipation. The air is so thick with it I can almost smell it. We all know what’s coming. We’re all here for the same thing, we’re all so hungry for it a soft tap on the head of a microphone was all it took to put every one of us into a trance-like state. Continue reading “A Dystopia We Deserve”