The Anatomy of O

My favorite pocket rocket is a royal blue one that I've abused quite a bit. Today the batteries are about mid level. Not an aggressive vibration but a steady and effective hum. I'm wearing socks but otherwise naked from the waist down with a thermal blanket wrapped around my legs.

It's chilly in the guest bedroom. And my nipples are responding appropriately. At about 75% hardness they are perhaps half an inch tall and wide. I've discovered over time the teasing hum of the rocket rubbed just over my clit and outer lips makes me wet enough so I'm ready to 'take' the purple vibrator (V), leaving little rivers leaking down my cheeks.

My chest is hot as I stroke myself. My stomach is beginning to clench...anticipation...wanting.

Slowly at first I guide V in circling my clit with the rocket. I can feel the tension building. As I clench around V easing towards the spot. Every forward movement results in a tremor. Circling around and around...teasing

Breaths are shallow now...1
Goosebumps all over
2, ohhhhhh..haaaaaaa

3 times already...as deep as...V can go...
4....my toes are tingling
5...wooooooo

It's like a pulse...with each stroke...a hot pulse...warm...and then warmer...a pause as the hand returns then warm again
6 it builds..tingles brushing my toes with warmth....tension deep inside...
The teasing makes me giggle nervously.

I'm wanting but anxious of more.
But I'm a bit...greedy...and so

7 begins in the back. From my gspot forward then up my legs and deep deep below...panting
Moaning...begging really low....8
9 tumbled forward...warm
There is still more...if I want...

Once it starts it can just keep...going
Oh....again...wooooooo
10 at last is cold and hot...breasts heavy and peaked.
Body curled and shivering.
Sleepy...now

What's your "perfect 10"?

-- Post From My iPhone

Can you take a tongue-lashing?

"Heaven finds an ear when sinners find a tongue" -Francis Quarles

Head is great. Especially head performed for a long time by a cunning linguist. Let's just get it out of the way now, head is fucking great!

So, imagine my Oh-face when I stumbled across this ad for a new sex toy by LoveHoney called 'Sqweel'. Its a 10-tongued wheel (yeah, i said it, 10!) that rotate to simulate a very special Quick-Tongued McGraw. I haven't used it, so I can't officially put the Pink Pussy Stamp Of Approval on it, but it does look amusing, to say the least.

Check it out...

What I am Thankful For

It’s that time of the year when we start to count our blessings and reflect on what we are thankful for. Here are my top 3 blessings Kink Style:

1. I am thankful for my mind.
The greatest gift ever given to me is my over active imagination. My mind is powerful; my mind is deviant; my mind is nasty. N-A-S-T-Y. It provides entertainment, feeds my emotions and offers comfort on sleepless nights. I can uncover a sexual angle in any and every situation even something seemingly benign like watching Animal Planet last. My wanton mind is never still, it never allows my sexual desires to rest.

2. I am thankful for my towel.
Have I ever mentioned that I have a wet oushy gushy chyna? She runs like a nose on a cold winter day. Glide a finger along her creases and out she blows i.e. my need for lots of linen. Changing my sheets every round is getting lame.

3. I am thankful for my rubber finger.
I have never been one for toys. I figured if your hand and mouth couldn’t do the job why we fuckin’? One afternoon my partner and I took a stroll to our local sex shop. On our way out I spotted the rubber-vibrating finger. The packaging was cheat and the finger looked flimsy but she’s paying so I was playing. One session with this toy and I was a true believer in any and all “extras.” This sucker had me climbing the walls and begging for more. In one weekend we burned the poor thing out and went back for two more.

What are you thankful for?

Imagining my "Summer of Love"

In my deepest darkest wet dreams a famed toy company will ask me to review all their new products. My unwavering dedication to my job will leave me with no option but to put myself to sleep each night with shuddering, mind numbing orgasms.

In the real world, the Babeland Summer of Love is almost over and I thought I might take the time to make my wishlist of the kinky toys I'd love to own. When it comes to toys we all know that good sex doesn't come cheap. Who wouldn't want to win free sex toys?

Although I thoroughly enjoy using toys with my partner, I have to say that most of the toys I burn out are either for my own pleasure or that of my girlfriend and our third. With so many women around it's important to have the right equipment. Strolling along Babeland electronic aisles I happened upon quite a few treats that I would like to get a taste of and share with my playmates.


5. Ryder Plug ($20) : Last week over dinner, my very tipsy girlfriend whispered in my ear, "Do you like anal sex?" Well of course I do! Is that a question? Sexually we're still in that getting to know you stage and this seems like the kind of toy that might help break the ice. It's purple which is her favorite color and mine. Call it serendipity.


4. The Gigi Vibrator ($109): Okay I'm going to be honest, I don't own a vibrator of the dildo variety. I know, I know, I know. How could this be true? I just haven't ever found one that "hits the spot". I'm thinking that the Gigi might just be my perfect match. It's a pretty toy in a quiet package. The fact that it holds a charge for over an hour, completely won me over.


3. The Delight ($130) : I've seen, held and drooled over this toy in person. What tempts me most is the prospect of vibrations at both angles. No wires, no fuss, just a good motor in a smooth ergonomic package. Who wouldn't want it?



2. Jaguar Harness + Purple Leo Combo ($121.95): This seems like a list that lends itself to going somewhere you've never been before which is how a harness ended up on my list. While being on the receiving end of a strap-on can be quite enjoyable, I've never been on the giving end. The video only piqued my interest, and the purple Leo combo sealed the deal.


1. The Pure Wand ($108): It could be the decadent box. It could be that I love anything that comes in metallic silver. It could even be that it reminds me of the barbells I once wore in each nipple. Frankly it's most likely that I want to hold it firmly in my hand and use it drive my girlfriend to distraction. Whatever the reason the Pure Wand is a must have: sleek, sexy, solid.

Total: $488.95

Thrills come at a high premium!

How does the contest work? A random "Summer Love" blog post will be selected to win a $500 prize and the post with the most responses will win $125 worth of sex toys. I just know our readers want me to win one of these fabulous toys. Most importantly if you comment and let me know which of my selections you like and why, we could both win $125.

What of these toys tickles your fancy?

Death of a Sex Toy

Believe it or not I started purchasing sex toys for the first time perhaps four years ago. I say believe it or not, because to most people who know me this is a surprising revelation. For years, I'd been having orgasms, multiple orgasms - of the g-spot/vaginal or anal variety. I'd essentially given up all hope of ever having a clitoral orgasm. How do you ask did I reach this conclusion? How was I convinced that I would be part of a special segment of that shocking 10-15% of women who never orgasm at all? Well my clitoris is not one of those big, juicy, almost penis looking specimens. She doesn't protrude proudly from the inner folds of my labia or plump and squirt at the barest firm touch. She doesn't throb and whimper in response to a smooth stroke or a wet tongue. She doesn't pulsate at the height of a good fuck, sending rolling waves of heat and ecstasy to the base of my stomach, and tingles to the tips of my toes. My clitoris is in fact as nonchalant of an organ as I am a person. She isn't easily impressed. She doesn't care how big you are, how wet you are, how bold you are. She is stoic in her resistance to enticement by other sexual acts happening to the body of which she is a part.

Over a sex life of more than a decade, perhaps you can see why I might have given up hope. A friend suggested I just didn't get "DID" right, that my partners didn't handle their business. A less experienced person might have bought that argument, but I knew, that my partners, male and female, knew how to handle their "business" quite well. After all, I had orgasms, multiple orgasms, I just didn't have clitoral orgasms. When a wiser friend, upon hearing about this dilemma, encouraged me to take a trip to a local sex shop and stock up on some high powered battery operated machinery, I decided to follow her advice.

Prior to purchasing sex toys I wasn't a really into masturbating. It isn't that I thought I was too "good" for it, nor that I was philosophically opposed. I just thought reaching orgasm could be better accomplished in other ways. It was a fruitless unrewarding task. Why waste my time? It occurred to me that my purchase had the potential to open a brand new frontier of sexual exploration and I was anxious for the journey to begin. I'm hoping the last time anyone reading this entry visited a sex shop or attended a sex toy party was fairly recent. If it's been longer than six months, then you need an update. Not only are sex shops entertaining, but they also present unique educational opportunities. There is no better way to increase your awareness of the variety of fetishes and sexual interests than by taking a trip to a well stocked sex shop. I purchased my lime green butterfly at Pleasure Emporium on South Beach, and in the last four years, she has been very very good to me and my clit - very very good. How did it begin? Well my first clitoral orgasm was a toe curling experience.

After I peeled off all the plastic packaging and examined my prize, I discovered there was a bit of a learning curve involved with using this toy. I had a variety of options for which part of the butterfly I would use to stimulate myself. I could choose the the wings, the face, the back of the head or the antennae. I used the tip of my nose to test the strength of vibration from each angle (a trick the sex shop staff taught me) and decided to go with the face. I put a copy of the girl on girl porno I had picked up on my last trip to New York, drowned out the tragically contrived conversation with soft music, took a sip of from the glass of Chateau Du Grand Cavvete on my bedside table and got naked.

The cool feel of the sheets against my bare back and thighs combined with the sight of well endowed women fondling each other on the screen in front of me, was enough to make the skin of the inner folds of my labia moist. I pressed the tip of my finger at the entrance of my pussy and used the thumb of my alternate hand to turn on the vibrator. As much as I wanted to jump right in, anxious to determine if this would "work" I knew that my ability to relax and let things slowly build was a crucial component of success. I took the butterfly and slowly ran her up and down the outside of my pussy and used my other hand to open my lips so that I could tease the inner folds. My body responded with shivers and I could feel moisture begin to dribble down my inner thighs. I positioned the face of the butterfly near the hood of my clitoris and applied light pressure, moving it in a circular motion . I began to feel a rising tide of sensation. I felt flush, my face, shoulders and chest were hot and my body tensed with wanting. I applied more pressure, and as the butterfly circled the waves of sensation ebbed and flowed. My clit was plumped and throbbing. I began to feel the tell-tale tingle brushing the tips of my toes and fingers. I removed one finger from the grip of the butterfly and slowly inserted it into the entrance of my pussy, moving back and forth as the butterfly circled. I could feel the walls of my pussy clenching around my finger and trembling, as moisture trickle down my hand. I knew that I was very very close to what I had been seeking, and I had to force myself to relax by taking deep breaths and trying to pace my progress. I slowly turned over, placed a pillow under my waist and began to move my clit up and down against the butterfly as my finger moved in and out the first two inches of my pussy. My stomach was taut with anticipation, there were beads of sweat on my brow. When the first wave of sensation hit me I cried out. The intensity of the cum was so shocking, that my body collapsed against my hand, pressing my clit against the butterfly and bringing on another wave of orgasm more powerful than the last. Rather than feeling satiated I was ravenous and for the next hour, I came five more times, each a higher peak than the last, each leaving my wanting more. My green butterfly was very very good to me and my clit. Looking back I think it was at that moment I became a greedy bitch in bed.

As I laid the butterfly to rest this past week, after two new sets of batteries failed to elicit a response, I kissed her fondly, and wrapped her in a paper bag. As I dropped the bag in the trash can, I picked up the phone and called Pink. "Girl, when we can take a trip to Fetish Factory?"

What happens when you eat but are never full? Is it possible to always be hungry?