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Puppy play, Straight Hell Style!

God I love this site.

The Ultimate Love Pacifier is a toy I love to have in my butt. For realz, its totally yummy. I love the unique shape – it hits all sorts of lovely things in my ass!

The ring on the end is a delight as well – I like having something I can slip my finger in to pull it out, and its also *really* fun to stick a bullet vibe through the hole. Silicone transmits vibrations very nicely.

Did I mention its made of silicone, the wonder material, and thus boilable? Yeah, its that, which I luuuurve. I’m such a whore for silicone.

And, its 14 bucks – which is an AMAZING price for a silicone butt toy!

The little ridges on the ring aren’t particularly thrilling for me, but I think they’ll feel nice on my boy’s balls or taint, when I try this one in his butt.

I love dual purpose toys – anal for the whole family! It even comes in blue or pink - his and her’s butt toys! I love it!

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Pick up scenes are what I call those lovely little scenes at summer camp that just sort of happen. They tend to organically grow out of the situations, because it is such a free environment.

For example, while hanging out on the porch of my cabin, Horns (Anon’s other girlfriend) and I were talking about slapping, and whether or not it was ok to slap Anon.

She just looks at me and said”Oh yeah, its fine!” and turns and smack’s Anon across the face.

“Oooooh, my turn!” I smacked him across the other side of his face.

And so on – eventually, we had the boy kneeling in front of us while we took turns slapping him in the face.

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There was another lovely little fun scene between Anon and I in our cabin.

See, I was sucking his dick. Everyone was around getting dressed, but I was sucking his dick. And then I burped. (What?! I’m full of rebellious Qi!) Margo Eve started laughing, and so did I. After than, bam, I was done. However, Anon still had this silly idea that he was going to be getting a blow job, and he started trying to maneuver me outside. Then I started getting silly.

“Where do you think you’re taking me? You can’t tell me what to do! I don’t see no ring on this finger! No one but my daddy tells me what to do, and I don’t even listen to him!”

By this time, we’ve made it onto the porch, and I’m just getting louder and louder about not having a ring on my finger, and possibly embarrassing the crap out of the poor boy.

“You havn’t even gotten me an onion ring! I fucking love onion rings! You can’t tell me what to do until you’ve gotten me an onion ring. On your cock! You don’t own me!”

It was quite hysterical.  And it got even better, when about five hours later, he shows up with an onion ring on his cock.

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However, my favourite little scene happened Sunday night, at cigars and chocolate. This evening, I was leading Anon around, handcuffed, on a leash. It was all great times – there were cigars, chocolate, lots of yummy people, and weird-ass mini golf.

While talking to one of my friends, I asked if I could eat chocoalte off his bald head. He was quite agreeable to this, and it may be the only time this guy will ever kneel for me – I couldn’t reach otherwise.

I put bits of milk chocolate on his head, and was about to eat the last piece, when it fell. This was also one of the last bits of my favourite chocolate at the event.

“You dropped the good chocolate! I oughtta smack you for that.”

He stood up and smirked. “Well, you could try.”

“Yeah…I don’t think that would work for either of us.”

That was when Anon, who was exploring the end of his leash pipped up “You could smack me instead of him!”

“You know, that works.” So I smacked him.  A few seconds later, I smacked him again.  While I had only just grazed the side of his face that time, he wasn’t expecting it, and he went down like a sack of bricks. I wasn’t expecting that either, so after I laughed, I started yelling at him to get up, and tugging on the leash.

As soon as he would get up, I would quite literally kick him back down to the ground, all the while yelling at him to get up.

This went on for about ten minutes, and it was hysterical, and hot, and fun.

I love camp!

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Editor’s Pick

• LELO Ella by Victoria

People may have no idea just how much pleasure and perfect g-spot stimulation that unassuming hunk of silicone provides. (Those fools!)
Also, you may want to use Ella as a pretend phone, or let your other toys argue with your cats about it. Just a little suggestion of my own.

Note: While there were many wonderful reviews this week and the EP was a difficult choice I was won over by the wonderfully amusing and fantastic pictures that accompany this review. Talk bubbles, kitties, and attempts to use a sex toy as a phone (among other amusing antics) set the review apart while the text gives you more of the usual toy information. I love it.

On to the reviews…

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This is unfinished. I started it months ago, and its been languishing for a while…I’ll probably never finish it, but I like it, and want to share it. So there you go.

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A fantasy. Me, a man, who’s identity isn’t important really, but sometimes to give him a face, it could be Wolverine, from the X-Men. (Shut up, we all have fantasy men, ok? I am allowed to sexually and kinktastically fantasize about whomever I want, and sometimes it happens to be the X-Men.) But honestly, the specifics of who aren’t really important. Sometimes I’m not quite sure the woman is me, but I figure, I’m the one thinking this all up, she must be. Anyway.

Somehow, I am very big, and he is very little – not physically, but somehow, I am big. I am in charge. He does what I want. Maybe I’m slightly taller, which would be rare for me – I am 5′4”, and I lust after taller men. But I feel big.

I’m standing, fully dressed – jeans, t-shirt, boots. It is hot, it is summer, and one of those taunting breezes, the ones that are so hot they don’t help at all, glides in from the open windows. He is on the floor, kneeling, in low slung jeans that cling to his ass. He doesn’t move, though I watch a bead of sweat wind its way down his shoulders. Beautiful shoulders, strong, defined, and held erect.  His is posture perfect, because I request it be so, and he stays that way on his own, no bondage accoutrement holding him in place. He stays that way because I want him to, because I like it, and because he wants to, for me. Only his eyes move, darting around the room, to me, to the curtains lazily fluttering in the breeze.

In my mind, he’s been that way for what feels like a long time – it could be a long time. He could have been that way for hours, while I read a book, or ten minutes, while I stood and watched. If it were me, my knees would be screaming at me, and I’d be fidgeting – I can’t stay still for long. And kneeling, as I’ve learned, is a bitch. But he’s there, kneeling.

It is uncomfortable, after a while, and I like that. Both that he is physically uncomfortable, and that he has put himself in that uncomfortable position for me. I enjoy when things like that are done for me, for my pleasure or entertainment.

I move closer to him, so I can touch. I love to touch people. I touch everyone I like. I even bite affectionately, but I’m working on reigning that one in. And I don’t touch people I don’t like. Often very pointedly. There’s much to be said for touch.

Anyway, I want to touch this fantasy man. Boy. It varies. Sometimes I find myself running my figures over a silky smooth back, gently palpating visible bones, ribs, their sacrum – I’ve had a fair share of partners with a visible sacrum. I find it very sexy, much the way I find visible ribs and a visible xyphoid process sexy. What can I say? I do love me a smooth scrawny boy.

Sometimes he’s hairier  than all holy fuck. Everywhere, thick luxurious body hair, pampered and silky and deep enough to dig my fingers into. I like that too – I find something very primally sexy about it. I like to play with body hair. I love the way strong hairy legs feel against my just shaven ones.

Hair is also a lovely tool in a man’s scent. I’m not sure how exactly, but I’m sure the hair traps sweat and pheremones, and some of my partners who’s smells I reacted strongly to were hairy, hairy men.

Tonight he’s hairy, and I’m enjoying feel of hair on my fingertips as I glide over his shoulders, one hand curving around his neck and throat, creeping up the side his face and into the hair on his head, the other resting on his shoulder.

I pet him, and he ever so slightly leans into my touch. I love petting boys. Thankfully, I meet many boys who like to be pet, so I get to do it often.

We stay like this for some time, getting more comfortable.

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Note: Oddly enough, I had lots of trouble writing up this particular fantasy image. Not because I didn’t know how, but because for a while I felt like it wasn’t ’sexy’ enough. Then I realized that, well, fuck what anyone else thinks, if I write it, and post it, and think its sexy, thats all that matters. I mean, its my own damn blog, after all. So. There it is.