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I pulled my virgin floggers from the hook on my door. Never have they touched human flesh. He had given me a lovely massage, fingered and licked me into two orgams. I practiced my deep throating technique and now we were cuddled on the bed. "Do you want to try out some kinky stuff?" he asked.

I wasn't going to let him flog me since he had never done it before, but I thought I'd show him what bits I've picked up. I used my pillow as a demo for a while, then I said, "Turn over, on your back." I started off slow, working on my aim, using the softer one. "That's not bad, right? It's kind of nice. Like a massage." He agreed. I moved around to get better access to his ass. "It doesn't really hurt," he said. Oh, no? I swicthed to the heavier one. "What about that?"

"That stings." Yeah, it does. I put more weight into it. "Get on your hands and knees." I switched back and forth from the elk to the bull, watching him wiggle his ass, waiting for the grunts, the jumps of surprise. He was a tough cookie. I watched his back and ass turn red, my aim wasn't that great. I got his neck a few times. "It still doesn't hurt that bad." Oh really? I gave him one last wail and that made him jump! I rubbed the redness on his back then gave it a few hard slaps for good measure, finally getting the yelp I was waiting for.

I hugged him and gave him a kiss, thanking him for being my guinea pig. I think I'm going to need to do this a lot more.

The Hitachi -v- The Cone

I first posted this review on my other blog and have since done a side by side comparison. The Hitachi is still more powerful, but less nuanced. The Cone may not be quite as intense a vibration, but the variety of vibrations make up for it. I use the HItachi when I want to come and don't have a lot of time. It's efficent and in a way the design of it shows it. It's a power tool, there to do the job and it does it... quickly. It also makes me squirt. It doesn't mess around. The Cone is seductive, it teases, it's pink and sculptural in a minimalist way. It packs a big punch in a pretty package. The Hitachi is a "fucking take me now!" vibrator. The Cone is a "lay me down by the fire, baby" vibrator.

The original review:

The Cone I love this thing! It's right up there with the Hitachi. Is it worth $130? I think so.

It tooks some experimentation to figure out which position worked better. Lying on it face down ("The Clitimulator") is the most comfortable, for me so far. But, "The Wall" is pretty fun. It's totally hands free, there are no cords and the controls are just two little buttons that are easy to access. And if you're like me and like my porn in the written form, that makes life so much easier.

It's also simple. There are no bells and whistles. I never liked the Rabbit or the Dolphin or those vibes that wiggle around when it's in your cunt and tickles your ass and thumps on your clit and looks like an animal... they're too complicated. I don't need a whole song and dance, just do the damn job!

It has 16 different settings that range from a regular vibration to various pulsations, sort of like a pulsing showerhead. It even includes a "straight to orgasm" button in case you're short on time!

I'm really anxious to try it out during sex (with another person, I mean). See "The Cone Dog". Also, since you're basically humping and grinding on this thing, I imagine watching someone on it would be pretty damn hot.

And because I care about these things, it looks cool.

The only drawback is (like so many vibes) is that the fucker is LOUD. While trying out one of the pulsing settings it sounded like there was a disco in my mattress! Also, I don't think it's so great if you are on your back. It's not really meant to be held, it needs to be resting on a surface.

I have a lot more experimenting to do and I hear there are some attachments in the works.

I pulled my virgin floggers from the hook on my door. Never have they touched human flesh. He had given me a lovely massage, fingered and licked me into two orgams. I practiced my deep throating technique and now we were cuddled on the bed. "Do you want to try out some kinky stuff?" he asked.

I wasn't going to let him flog me since he had never done it before, but I thought I'd show him what bits I've picked up. I used my pillow as a demo for a while, then I said, "Turn over, on your back." I started off slow, working on my aim, using the softer elk. "That's not bad, right? It's kind of nice. Like a massage." He agreed. I moved around to get better access to his ass. "It doesn't really hurt," he said. Oh, no? I swicthed to the bull. "What about that?"

"That stings." Yeah, it does. I put more stregth into it. "Get on your hands and knees." I switched back and forth from the elk to the bull watching him wiggle his ass, waiting for the grunts, the jumps of surprise. He was tough. I watched his back and ass turn red, my aim wasn't that great. I got his neck a few times. "It still doesn't hurt that bad." Oh really? I gave him one last wail and that made him jump! I rubbed the redness on his back then gave it a few hard slaps for good measure, finally getting the yelp I was waiting for.

I hugged him and gave him a kiss, thanking him for being my guinea pig. I think I'm going to need to do this a lot more.

Music makes the people come together

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Boots

When I was in high school, I had this crazy English teacher. He ended up getting fired for hitting a student and it was rumored that he was a Neo Nazi. Anyway, once in class (I can't remember the book we were discussing), he made this big pronouncement out of no where:

"A naked body, in and off itself, is not pornographic. A naked body with leather boots on, is pornographic!"

Fists of Fury 2: Jefferson

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Fists of Fury 1: Liam

Liam and I were exchanging instant messages through out the day. Just as I am not a great phone sex person, I'm not a great I.M. sex person either. I tend to let him go into detail about what he would like to do to me (or I to him) and I would concur that the said deed would be "hot". Every once in a while, we would take a break, each of us having meetings to go to, or phone calls to make.

Around lunch time, with the familiar ping, he asked me if I wanted to go to an orgy after work. I had never been to an orgy before. I was hesitant, but I said sure. He told me, when I arrived at the apartment, I was to ask the host (a dominatirx) if I could please kiss her ass. I spent the rest of the day with a knot in my stomach.

I was early, so I stood outside the apartment, anxiously smoking, until it was time. I was expecting an intimidating woman in thigh high black leather boots and five layers of eye shadow to greet me. Instead, she was dressed in a flowing hippie-esque blouse and jeans. She was barefoot. I recited my lines and she laughed and shook her head, "Oh, Liam... do you want an apple martini?"

I was the first one to arrive and the two of us sat on the couch, drinking our cocktails waiting for the boys to arrive, chatting and sharing Liam stories. It was a small studio lined with books. She was friendly, easy going, intelligent... she kind of reminded me of my sister, which wasn't much of a turn-on, but it made me a lot more at ease.

The next guest arrived talking on his cell phone as he walked through the door. He loosened his tie while he bitched someone out on the phone. Liam arrived shortly after, to my relief, and the four of us made small talk for a while. Mr. Business stopping several times to make more business calls.

After a while, Liam and I retreated to the kitchen to make ourselves some less complicated drinks. "So when is this thing doing to get started?" I asked. We were both getting antsy and Mr. Business needed something other than his cell phone to keep him occupied. We returned to the living room and I stretched out on the couch resting my legs over Liam's. He caressed my legs and ran his fingers up to my pants, slipping his fingers inside. This seemed to get things started.

I took turns sucking cocks, they took turns eating my pussy. Our hostess lounged back on the bed, still fully clothed, watching us. We urged her to get naked, but she insisted she was happy just watching us. I wasn't buying it. Liam and I gradually helped her disrobe, taking off a piece here and there, until she was finally naked. She was shy and seemed uncomfortable with all the attention. I didn't understand why. This was her place, her party, she was a dominatrix right?

I had never gone down on a woman before, but I figured this was a good time to start. I settled myself between her legs and parted her labia. I took a tentative lick and finding it not at all unpleasant, I went in for more. I tried to replicate what's usually done to me, gentle licking, sucking, little hummingbird flickers over the clit, until urged on by her moans, I started going at it like a vibrating ice cream cone until gasping she urged me to stop. I didn't know if she came or not, but she had a big shit-eating grin on her face, so I couldn't have been that bad.

While I was bent over, with my ass in the air, Liam took advantage of the situation and slipped his cock inside me. He fucked me fiercely while the hostess' pussy was replaced by Mr. Business' cock. We rearranged ourselves further up the bed my mouth still firmly set on his dick and Liam gripping my hips as he banged into me.

In some transitional moment, I ended up on my back. Mr. Business was fingering my cunt while Liam sucked his dick. He slipped in one finger after the another. One, two, three... is that four? My groans got deeper and louder. Our hostess got some lube and coated his hand. My breath quickened and Liam stopped his cock worship to watch the proceedings. "Almost there, almost there..." I shook my head no, but Mr. Business was determined. I leaned against our Hostess and she held my hand like a mid-wife.

I wasn't even sure what was happening. Is he... is he trying to fist me?! Does he think I'm a porn star or something? I've never given birth, my vagina isn't used to such things! Does he think he left his phone up there? I was panting, failing my head from side to side, the pain all confused with pleasure. I was just about ready to start begging him to stop and then, "Yeah!" Mr. Business looked ready to give Liam a high-five if his entire hand wasn't in my twat. I laid there sweating, panting thinking, "This is what marathon runner must feel like when they cross the finish line." Two first in one evening. Not bad.

That seemed to be the big finale of the evening. Shortly there after, Liam and I left. It seemed over too soon. We had dinner at a nice little Italian place in the East Village, discussing the pluses and minuses of the evening. He drove me home in his little sports car, speeding and blasting "world music". I gave him a goodnight blow-job in the car.

grease monkey

"What am I doing with my life?" I asked myself as I stood naked, bent over a patched, plaid Salvation Army sofa in the back office of a car repair shop somewhere in Connecticut with an inflatable butt plug up my ass.

I had just met this person. We only chatted a couple of times on-line. There wasn't much to say. He wanted someone to dominate and fuck and I wanted to be dominated and fucked. What else was there to know?

The first time we met was when he picked me up at the train station. His fingers were dirty, stained with years of oil and grime. Theoretically this would have turned me on. Theoretically. I had made an effort to look nice, I wore a skirt and some little kitten heels. The least he could do was wash his hands. Then again it wasn't like he needed to impress me, to charm me into sleeping with him. I was already naked and spread out as far as he (and I for that matter) was concerned. What was I going to do, say I changed my mind and take a cab back to the train station? Yeah, right.

He wasn't particularly attractive or he might be if he had a little more confidence. This happens all the time. The bravado, the authoritarian voice on-line becomes timid and meek in real life. He smelled of too many Marlboro Reds.

We drove up to the garage, my heels clacking on the greasy concrete. I looked around and started to get wet. "This is going to be good," I thought. Maybe he would bend me over one of the cars with my naked ass exposed in the huge space of the garage? Or would he tie my hands to one of the chains hanging from the ceiling?

Instead, he led the way to the office. It was small, low-drop ceiling with florescent lights, an ancient coffee maker and a stack of styrofoam cups, yellowed memos tacked on a cork-board, a couple of metal folding chairs... you get the picture. I excused myself to the bathroom, washing my hands with that pink, powdered soap I didn't think they made anymore.

"Take off your clothes." He sounded almost bored, which should have turned me on more than it did. It was freezing in there. He told me to bend over the couch and I did. He ran his hands over my body roughly, like he was testing my skins resiliency. He smacked my ass hard and I moaned my approval. He spanked me for a while, but not long enough.

He withdrew and stepped back to retrieve something from his duffle bag. "Have you ever tried one of these before?" Butt-plugs sure, inflatable, no. I turned my head to the wall and jumped at the sudden coolness of the lube. He was more careful, when he put the plug in. "Good?" he asked. I nodded and closed my eyes. Then the pumping began. It sounded just like a blood-pressure monitor. Slowly it expanded, growing larger and larger inside me. It was odd, to have this thing growing inside me. There's something about inserting something large inside my ass or my pussy that's satisfying. It's work, it takes time and there's a sense of accomplishment when that huge dildo or that 5th finger makes its way inside. This felt like cheating.

I asked him to stop after a while, just at the point where it was becoming uncomfortable. He stepped back and smacked my ass again. He shoved his fingers (which were still grimy) into my cunt and fingered me roughly, occasionally rubbing my clit. It was an obligatory finger-fuck, the kind intended only to ensure sufficient lubrication. It too ended too quickly.

He kept his clothes on as he fucked me. He was almost silent the entire time, his heavy breathing the only indication he was doing anything at all. I closed my eyes and gripped the back of the sofa. He bent me over further and I leaned my head against the sofa. It too smelled like too many Reds. He pulled out and jerked off on to my back. I stayed bent over as he went to the bathroom. I reached behind me to rub his sperm into my skin.

"You can stand up if you want." He was done with me. He grabbed a Coke from the mini-fridge and asked if I wanted one. I didn't but I accepted one anyway. He turned on the little t.v. and sat on an old olive-green office chair. I sat on the couch awkwardly, the butt-plug was still in, and sipped my Coke. There was an old Star Trek episode on. "This is a good one." He went on to tell me the entire plot, his eyes not moving from the television.

"You think you could take this out now?" I waved the pump at him, all the time thinking, "There is a naked woman in front of you who's willing to do just about anything and you would rather watch television. Is it me? Am I not as alluring as Leonard Nimoy?

"Oh yeah." He deflated the pump and slipped it out of me, returning to the chair and The Starship Enterprise while I sat on the couch with my hands between my legs, shivering. At the first commercial, I told him I had a train to catch and pulled my clothes back on. I still had his drying sperm on my back, but I didn't care. Usually, I like it, this marking of territory. I like sitting on the train, wondering if the people next to me can smell it. This time, I just wanted to go home. He graciously drove me back to the train station, neither of us bothering with the pretense of suggesting we do this again sometime.