I love sex toys, folks. I love them like the Fella loves his mobile phone, like my cats love fish, like my mother loves telling me what to do. Playing with them, talking about them, reading about them, writing about them…I love it all. But some sex toys I love more than others, and one of my straight-to-top-ten new faves is the Strange Bedfellas Batou Dildo.
Run by Meesh and Patrick, a wife and husband team in Texas, Strange Bedfellas is part of a beautifully blooming industry of indie fantasy sex toy makers, and their personal focus is monsters! Glorious silicone creations that come in all shapes and sizes and in some of the most fantastical colour combos I’ve seen to date. Continue reading “Strange Bedfellas Batou Dildo Review”
In just seven days’ time, a new book will be unleashed upon the world. Chemical [se]X2: Just One More is an anthology of fourteen supersexy short stories written by some of the hottest names in erotica and edited by two of my fave writers; Oleander Plume, creator of the most sexually rampant guitarist in all the known universe, and Mischa Eliot, a woman whose one-handed reads have been known to make me hungry in more ways than one. Continue reading “Chemical [se]X2: Just One More Book Review”
Something I will never tire of is the seemingly endless array of dildo-y goodness that’s flooding from Blush Novelties right now. It’s a bold statement to make, but I reckon they have something for almost everyone except folks who opt exclusively for extremely large sizes. Those who like their insertables long, generously thick, and squishy, should check out the Blush Novelties Real Nude Sumo.
I really do love the Real Nude line a whole hell of a lot. Each piece, from the little Ergo Mini to this, the Sumo – which is the largest offering from this range to date – is made of dual density silicone. The idea of dual density, with its firm but flexible core and super soft exterior, is to provide a closer-to-human experience. It’s intended to emulate the hard shafted, softer headed nature of an erection instead of being a solid hunk of silicone. Continue reading “Blush Novelties Real Nude Sumo Dildo Review”
It’s a good job that I was never gonna get past St Peter at the pearly gates of Heaven, cos if I’d have even half a chance after getting jiggy with this sweet thing last year, well… I’ve quite literally fucked it. Please, don’t pray for me, it was my own doing. I aimed for peak sex toy depravity and I damn well hit it with the Divine Interventions Jackhammer Jesus Dildo. And do you know what? I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it.
When I got my first taste of sex toys back in the late 90s, nearly everything was ‘flesh tone’ and anatomical. If I was shopping back then with my current experience, I would have had to narrow stuff down by size and texture. But today, sex toys have become an art form, so now I shop with my eyes as well as the preferences of my orifices. Continue reading “Divine Interventions Jackhammer Jesus Dildo Review”
Concealed by shadows in the corner of a spacious room, Magda clutches her robe to her breast. Silence weighs upon her and the rest of the room’s occupants like a heavy blanket, even though more than a dozen robed people have gathered in front of a small dais. Upon it, two men with their heads close together converse in mouthed words and hand gestures. They’re deliberating the fate of a third man, who kneels, head bowed, at the foot of the few short steps leading onto the dais.
Though she knows what the judgement will be, Magda cannot stop her heart from aching. She cannot bring her breathing – or her shivering – under control. Being a part of this preordained event and yet separate from it until her part comes proves to be impossible. She cannot drag her eyes away, does not want to. Every blink is resented for even a heartbeat of not being able to see his profile through the gaps in the curtain of his hair is agony to her. Continue reading “M is for… My Sacrifice”
Photo courtesy of Master’s Eye
The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #118? Start with the rules, come back May 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!
~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~
A dominant presence
He Gripped Her Hand and Centered Her
Being alone together.
~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~
What the fig?
Mind and body
~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~
O! or, errr… NO!: Orgasm Control in an F/m Dynamic
*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy! Continue reading “Elust #117”
It wasn’t the moon casting its frosty light across her face that woke Belle from a deep slumber. Nor was it the winter breeze drifting in through the open window and chilling any exposed skin it could find. In fact, it wasn’t anything discernible at all. It was a feeling deep within her soul, a sense of expectancy strong enough to rouse her even though she had been given a potent sleeping potion which had been carefully prepared for her by the old witch in the wood.
Swinging her feet to the floor, Belle wiggled her toes to alleviate the sting from the cold stone. She padded to the window and knelt on the cushioned seat there, pushing the shutters slowly wider to prevent the tell-tale creak from giving her away. If her father discovered that the potion hadn’t been potent enough, she dreaded to think what lengths he’d go to next time. Continue reading “L is for… La Belle et la Bête”
I watch in dismay as Syd slams his fourth empty pint glass on the pub table and wipes his mouth on his sleeve, before throwing his arms in the air. Bastard has won again. Why it surprises me I don’t know, he wins every bloody week. So far I – the Loser – have had to foot the booze bill for a night, I’ve had to buy pizzas on the way home, and walk to the shops for smokes in the pissing down rain.
Up until tonight, all of our weekly forfeits have been light on awkwardness and heavy on the wallet, mostly because I, the reasonable one, have chosen the tasks. But this week Syd asked if he could choose and, naively, I said yes.
Banging his hand on the table and laughing at me as I sink the last dregs of my pint, Syd starts to chant.
“King for a day, king for a day! Sun up to sun down, I’ll be king for a day!”
Fuck. May God strike me down on the way home to save me from tomorrow. Continue reading “K is for… King for a Day”
With a rock for a pillow, Jacob took up rest on the ground, studying the night sky above him. Oh, the stars! How brightly they shone. How magnificent heaven must be for it to illuminate even its borders with such beauty. Jacob didn’t think he would ever tire of gazing up there, searching for the shining streak that revealed the journeying of an angel, even though he knew it would not happen. He had seen it once, long ago, so he was certain that it wasn’t for a man to see such wonder twice in one lifetime.
Though he wanted to remain awake, to hold on to possibility, Jacob’s eyelids bested him. As the world around him grew darker, he became warmer. Then warmer still, as though he were sitting by a fire at the peak of its intensity. The heat thickened the damp night air, making every breath he took feel like breathing underwater.
For a terrifying moment, Jacob thought he would drown. He was blinded, unable to move, prone and vulnerable on the ground with nothing but his cloak to shield him from these unnatural elements. Panic was seizing control of his heart but then something changed. Continue reading “J is for… Jacob’s Ladder”
With a breathless gasp, Natalie sticks out her tongue, trying to slurp as much of Aaron’s jizz off her chin as she can. Some of it drops onto her tits in big blobs, so she takes them in her hands, pushes them to her face and moans as she sucks all of that salty, gelatinous gunk into her mouth. Though she looks like a champagne and cocktails kind of girl, a pint with a dick chaser is more her style.
Watching with greedy eyes, Aaron wills his cock to harden again and curses it when it won’t. He strokes, tugs, even slaps it in frustration but the thing doesn’t as much as twitch. Not that an erection would have been of much use anyway because Natalie has moved onto Sean. Continue reading “I is for… Insatiable”