As much as I love my tried and true favourite brands, I’m always extra excited when I get to review a product from a brand that’s completely new to me. See, if I’m trying something from, say, Fun Factory, I know that there’s a 99% chance that I’m gonna love it. But if it’s something completely new, like the rather lovely looking Kama Sutra Rhythm Natya, I go in with no expectations whatsoever. And to a time served sex toy reviewer, that’s a thrilling feeling.
Okay, I know that some folks see packaging as little more than the stuff that protected their goods in the post, but I’m one of those people who is easily dazzled by pretty things. I loathe nasty clamshell cases and flimsy, titty covered cardboard boxes that tear when I try to open them. What I like is tasteful, informative (throwaway) sleeves that clearly show me what I’m getting. And I like hard, sturdy, boxes that I can store my toys in. Basically, I like to be impressed at first sight, and that’s exactly what happened with the Kama Sutra Rhythm Natya. Continue reading “Kama Sutra Rhythm Natya Review”
Image used with permission of Cara Thereon.
Isabelle has come to me ready to play, wearing nothing but a grass green leather harness that frames her perky tits and runs down her belly to disappear somewhere in her crotch. Her black hair is lightly perfumed by the wintersweet tucked into her braids, and her skin is sprinkled with a fine glitter powder that sparkles red and gold beneath the halogen stars in the hall ceiling.
It really pains me to take her coat and bundle her through the spare room door, but I make myself do it. I make myself stuff her hand-written instructions into her palm, and I force myself to close the door and lock it. Then I lean against it for almost five minutes, waging a war with desire. I want to free her, to take her over my knee and blister her ass cheeks with my palm before shoving my fingers into her cunt until she soaks my jeans. Continue reading “Entertain Me”
(This piece is an intro to a new series, there’s no sexiness to be had…yet.)
Maybe it was always my destiny to die young. Maybe I should be grateful that I managed to live to twenty-five instead of lamenting the years I’ve been robbed of. But looking down at my twisted, bloody body, it’s hard to feel anything other than cheated.
I watch the hotel guests hover around my broken form, listen to them insist that they’re shocked and that they’d never have believed this could happen in their own town, not in a million years. Continue reading “Hotel Amour – Part One”
Anal hooks. I’ve been wanting to try one of these bad boys for ages, but I kept on putting it off. I’m not even 100% sure why cos I’m usually the type that’s all about new sensations. Whatever it was that made me overlook them whenever the opportunity to snag one arose, I wasn’t ever able to shake the feeling that I needed to know how wearing one would feel. Whether it would add or detract from our play. Well, thanks to Honour sending me their HNRX Bondage Anal Hook for review, I now know.
When I first whipped it out of its black cloth bag my initial thought was, Judas Priest, look at the length of that frigging handle! Including the ring (but excluding the ball) and following the curve, the hook measures 15-inches. Now, I’ve got some mammoth insertables, so this centimetre-thick piece of metal shouldn’t have freaked me out. But it did. It was the good kind of freaked out that gets a bod all tingly and excited, but I will admit that it made me nervous. Continue reading “HNRX Bondage Anal Hook Review”
If I had to reveal the person I hated above all others I wouldn’t hesitate to name Amor. I mean, look at her, sitting there with that smug smile on her smug face. She’s staring with intent at a straight-laced man who, without cause or plausible explanation, is about to bump into one hellcat of a woman.
Coffee splashes everywhere, tables are overturned, and the whole café falls into a state of cautious expectation. But, as I could have predicted, the sparks go up and what should have been a bloody showdown turns into a ruddy-cheeked, awkward flirtation. The gloat practically glows from within Amor. The reek of satisfaction that rolls off her sets fire to the bile these mismatched sweethearts have coaxed to my throat. Continue reading “Love & Hate Collide”
If you’re doing a spot of sexy shopping this Christmas, you’ll be in need of a good sale. Loads of sex toy shops have already launched their festive reductions to take advantage of Black Friday madness. One such shop is my lovely sponsor, Forbidden Pleasures.
This UK based company has something for everyone, no matter whether you’re paying with pennies or pounds. Delivery is free over £30, and if your chosen toy is battery powered you get your batteries free so you can play straight away. Just remember to pop them in your basket on the product page when you add your toy.
If you need a bit of gifting inspiration (and know that sex toys will be received well by your giftee) here’s a quick list of full brand discounts and a few of my personal top picks. Continue reading “Christmas At Forbidden Pleasures”
Photo courtesy of Cara Thereon
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Most of what I write here at Scandarella is either toy reviews or complete fiction. I don’t often write about myself, about the Fella, or what we do with and to each other when the sun goes down. But I’m gonna look at real life for a change. I’m gonna take y’all way back when to the first time I ever shimmied my ass into a strap-on harness so that I could fuck the Fella with a faux cock.
Of all the things we’ve tried together, him deciding that he wanted to be on the receiving end of anal was the one that surprised me the most. Continue reading “A Bumpy Ride: First Time Pegging”
Even though I’ve refused to tell my friends and family my blog’s actual name, I’m happy to yap on about what goes down here whenever I get the chance. We talk about my stories and, more often than not, sex toys. Recently, a friend shocked the shit out of me when she announced that, despite my warnings (and occasional death threats) she still buys toxic/porous toys. Why? Cos she thinks that silicone ones are too expensive. I nearly tripped over my own tongue in my haste to prove her wrong. It was easily done, cos just so happened to have the Temptasia Elvira sat in my review pile.
The Elvira is a silicone dildo that’s made by one of my favourite ‘we do a bit of everything’ brands, Blush Novelties. And do you know how much it costs? A mere $27.60 if you’re shopping at SheVibe (or £23.99 in the UK). My mate paid $35.99 (£29.99) for her rubbery monstrosity. That’s a significant difference in price, right? But when I compared the two products, I pointed out that the only real difference between them in terms of design is realism. Continue reading “Temptasia Elvira by Blush Novelties Review”
**This story is part of my Bloodlust Vampire Series, part one of which you can find here.**
While sitting on an iron bench in the most secluded part of City Gardens, trying to live in the moment instead of mulling over the historical, my eyes are drawn to a small flower. The leaves of the bush it’s growing on are a glossy green so deep they make the scarlet bloom look almost bloody.
Such a pretty rose.
As soon as my mind names the flower a memory swoops in, entirely unbidden, to drag me back into the past. I don’t go far back, though. Just a handful of years to a comment my own sweet Rose made in one of her regular fits of fearlessness. It amuses me so much I laugh out loud. Continue reading “Roses & Lilies”