Archive for April, 2008
A very lusty HNT
Another gorgeous (in my own, humble opinion) picture by Ken Norcross.
Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!
Also, please note that it is the last full day to vote for my story (Shanna: The Diner on the Corner) at SugarButch.net. I’m in the lead; let’s keep it that way! You have until 5pm on Friday. Help a Femme out!
In other news, I need to get some. No, like I *really* need to get some. Here are a few reasons why I know this is a true statement:
*I have been masturbating multiple times in sometimes, and pretty much everyday.
*I can’t really do my kegels like I usually do because they turn my on so much that I get horny and distracted and cannot live my life!
*I just bought over $350 of sex products (retail value, but I paid a little less with my discount). I’m talking a spanking book, a guide to meeting queer people, a double ended dildo (nexus sr.), vaginal balls, two types of lube, lingerie, massage oil, etc. I need someone with whom I can try it all out (and of course, then review it for you!).
*My normal massage therapist/bodyworker hurt her wrist (poor thing!), so there is this really hot woman subbing for her. Ok, I KNOW I’m not supposed to be lusting after my massage therapist. I KNOW it’s rude and impolite, and it would be like crushing on my gyno or something. But she’s just adorable, and nice, and has a wonderful touch and yeah. My gaydar says dyke, but I am just trying my absolute hardest not to think about, because that is disrespectful and taboo and all that jazz.
*I am lusting. Badly. And have been for more than a week. I interviewed this person for work (a guy about to begin medical transition) who is ridiculously hot. I mean, he’s attractive overall (I’ll elaborate later), but I mean…wow. Like he walked in behind this couple while I was waiting to interview him in this restaurant, and I didn’t realize he was the person I was waiting for, and I watched him walk in, and my thoughts were something to the effect of “daaaaamn. That’s the type of person I’d love to meet at these parties I keep going to. Maybe when I’m done with the interview, I can head over to meet…oh! That’s the person I’m interviewing.” Yeah. Awkward. Welcome to my world. Anyways, I mentioned attractive. I am of the opinion that one can find any random person to be “hot” – someone on the street, a celebrity, etc, but that someone cannot actually be “attractive” until you get a taste of their intelligence and personality. He’s got both, in spades.
So I interviewed him, and he’s perfect for the position, and we wound up hiring him. I’m going to train him one night at my place, one night at his place, and his first day is my last, so it’s not sketchy or anything to be lusting (not to mention that there is already an inner-officer couple at my job, so yeah). After his interview today, we hung out by my car talking. God, maybe I just need to get some, but seriously. Smart, good looking, funny, sex-positive, knowledgable, and oh, did I mention his ‘hawk and stunning blue eyes. Seriously, someone needs to slap me, because I am so attracted to this person that I was nervous when talking, and I literally think I stuttered a few times. Listen; I am a talker, a Jewish talker. I don’t stutter, but all I could think about was how much I wanted him to just bend me over the hood of my car and fuck me (see the Parking Garage, written by me, in Wetter, edited by Nicole Foster, available for the first time ever TODAY).
I know, I should not be drooling over someone I am kinda sort of working with for 2 half days and 1 full day. But talking to him was like some kind of mental foreplay, and I drove to my internship (a 90 minute drive) just imagining all the kinds of ridiculous hot and kinky sex we could have, what with toys, and vampire gloves and and and.
And I have no clue as to whether he is possibly even slightly interested in me at all. Sigh. I’m so bad at these things. There are all these little “signs” which SEEM to me that he might have some interest, but then again, I’m so bad at this, that they could just be politeness, or “you’re a cool person” indications. I just don’t know. I try to be a good Femme and flirty and such, but goddess knows I’m a mess. What I need is someone to pin me against the wall, slamming their lips against mine, wedging their leg between mine. THEN I know, THEN I am sure. Hell, flip me over onto the bed, or just bend me over it; I read those signs super well. Wrap your fingers in my hair and pull as your teeth nibble at me; I get it loud and clear. But this whole “Essin’ Em tries to flirt and understand the freaking signs” spiel? I suck at it, and not in any good way.
Before you point it out, I know I’m leaving in 2 months. I’m not interested in some long term, lovey dovey relationship. I want sex. Friends with benefits. A couple of dates would be superb. Maybe accomplishing some of the items on my “sex to-do list.” Anything like that. Again; I can never tell when the chemistry I feel is returned. But at least for me, the sexual tension was incredibly thick – you could cut it with a knife (or maybe a Wartenburg wheel?), and from our disussion, I think we’d be incredibly sexually compatible.
So what the hell do I do? Train him and just leave it at that? Leave a playful online message or text? Show up on his door step wearing only a blindfold and wrist restraints (totally joking…mostly)? Lust after him as I masturbate even MORE often than I already am and hope that he has some kind of Hitachi ESP? Folks, I am at a loss, yet again. Meow. I need to get my shit together.
And it is because of these reasons (among others, like the fact that it’s been a while since I’ve been active, and the last time I fucked someone, she bled all over my hand with a medical issue that scared and concerned me), and the last time I had *good*, scream inducing, cunt dripping, “tie me up and fuck me harder” sex was in oh, OCTOBER (actually, maybe that was just me doing the fucking…so maybe it was September?) and I’m really horny), that I need to get someone. From whom, I am honestly not quite sure. Diner/Ethiopian restaurant girl did not pan out. Or may pan out, but it is certainly not a sure thing, and is not happening with any haste. I’m going to a BDSM club on Friday, but I really don’t feel like having a plethora of older bearded men called me their “little girl” in order to get off (while I respect all consentual kinks and fetishes, Daddy/girl play really skeeves me out on a personal level). So I don’t have super high hopes, although I have a really pretty new corset, and will post pictures at some point. Worse yet, I have GOT to get some, because I start class on the 19th, and will have 40 hours of class discussing sex that week. I am going to be walking around dripping wet with my clit on fire by then. I NEEEEED to get me some (some has a wide variety of definitions).
So wish poor, little ol’ horny me some luck in this department. I’m afraid I’ll burn my Hitachi out if this situation doesn’t remedy itself soon!
HHNT!
Essin’ Em
11 comments
Sugasm Number 129
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The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #130? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
April Showers Bring May Flowers: Part II“As mentioned earlier, this is one of the biggest hurdles to overcome; this is also where mind over matter comes into play.”
“In the life of an eclectic slut, however, these are all warning signs.”
“Really, for me, it was the first, and one of my foremost, all encompassing sexual acts.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Editor’s Choice
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Decoding More Dominant Personal Ads
“You’ve Gotta Be a Dude”: Sorry?
Sex Advice
Erotic Writing and Experiences
Glitter Is The Herpes Of Craft Supplies
Sex Work
Of Working Girls, Working Together & Weekends Away
NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Camila | Table top (Hegre Art)
Paradise Hotel 2 hottie Stephanie in sexy bikini pics
Playboy College Girls – Rebecca Matheson
Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
DC Madam Found Guilty On Four Counts
Impertinent Question: Would You Participate in an Orgy?
Interview with Donna George Storey on erotica and Sally Rand
Just Released on DVD: Tara & Code Vol. 3!
Millian Blue HotMovies Interview
Safer Sex t-shirt design contest!
BDSM & Fetish
One of My Fave Ways to Cocktease…
Other World Kingdom visit – Part 1
No commentsDining Out for Life 2008
What are you doing for lunch and dinner on Thursday (perhaps even breakfast, depending on where you live)?
Why the answer is easy! You should be eating out at one (or more!) of the many restaurants participating in Dining Out For Life. Basically, all these awesome restaurants in all these US and Canadian cities (you can see the list on the site) have gotten together, and will donate 33% of all SALES (not profits, but total SALES!!!) to local HIV/AIDS organizations.
Here is a little blurb from DiningOutForLife.com:
More than 2,800 restaurants a year donate a portion of their proceeds from this one special night of dining to the licensed agency in their city. Over $3 million dollars a year is raised to support the missions of agencies throughout North America. With the exception of the annual licensing fee of $600, all money raised in these cities stays there.
So why there heck wouldn’t you go? I mean, you have to eat anyways! If you’re not on the richer end (like me! I *am* still a starving grad student), then go and get dessert with friends or share a few appetizers. If you’re rolling in the dough, treat your office to lunch. Regardless of how much you spend, you *know* one third of it is going to go to a REALLY good cause.
So start making your plans; I know I am.
Maybe I’ll see you out an about while we’re all Dining Out For Life on May 1st, 2008, all across North America.
-Essin’ Em
1 commentEnd of the road and a Survey!
I taught my Ally Program in New York. It went well.
J has decided to end all contact with me, at least for a few months, because he doesn’t like seeing on Facebook/Myspace/etc that I’ve updated. I said fine. I was a little confused, because not two hours before, he had offered to let me crash at his place in DC when I visit there in June, but sometimes people say conflicting things. I’ve deleted him on my livejournal and social networking sites; whether he continues to read this blog is up to him.
I’m not going to lie; I was a little hurt, although I tried not to let it show. We haven’t talked in about a month, so it’s not like we’re significant parts of each others’ lives, making me feel a little odd about him STILL needed to unfriend me and all that jazz, but hey, it’s not my feelings, and I can’t tell him what to feel or change what he’s feeling. All I can do is acquiesce. So I did. It feels a little odd, as I left the bag with his shirt, a pair of shorts, his okra and mouthwash at home, so I either have to toss it or ship it. It also feels odd to just have someone vanish from my life completely…but again, it isn’t my decision to make.
Chapter of interactions with J (which would have been a year in May, when I first responded to his Craigslist ad) has now come to a close (to possibly be opened in a few months or few years when he’s had his space and decides to look me up again). Whew. That was a wild ride. I don’t regret any of it, but I think it might have (in hindsight) been better to cut ties back in November, rather than putting me (and possibly him as well – I don’t know how he felt throughout this) through a lot of a heartache and drama.
On a lighter note, below is a fun survey.
This is from none other than Curvaceous Dee.
This is Isabella’s Sex Meme. Anyone is welcome to steal it, but you must post this rules blurb at the beginning of the meme.
1: You must include this link to Sex Talk – Sex Advice for Men.
2. You must answer every question! If you don’t have a good answer, you are strongly encouraged to make up something good; we like to be entertained.
3. You must tag three people.
Here goes:
1. Sex in the Morning or Sex at Night?
Usually, at night. I am not so much of a morning person. Unless it is late morning, weekend sex. Like brunch sex. That then goes all day. In that case, I’ll take THAT kind of sex!
2. Better Sex Music – Sade or Marvin Gaye?
Neither. Ugh. I like something more me. Acapella is good. The Killers are good. Smashing Pumpkins are good. Classical is good.
3. Naughty Pics or Naughty Home Videos?
Pictures. You can then use them to fuel your imagination, naughty stories, etc. Videos are a bit too explicit for me, but that’s my personal view.
4. Fabulous Sex With: Dr Doug Ross or Dr Greg House?
I don’t know who Ross is, so I’ll go with House. But if we’re talking about TV characters, I’ll choose Abby from NCIS please.
5. Vibrator or Dildo?
I can haz bowth? I like both a lot, but if I had to have ONLY one, it would be the Hitachi Magic Wand…bet you didn’t see that one coming. Right?
6. Bedroom Sex: Lights Off or Lights On?
I like some lights, but only full on bright light occasionally, like during elevator sex, or some topping scenes. Occasional dark sex is fun too, and feels naughty, but I definitely like to be able to see my parters face when I do things to them :)
7. Word Preference: Pussy or Cunt?
Cunt. Hands down. Pussy is growing on my, but still creeps me out a bit (and reminds me of my cats, so seriously, wtf?). I mean, I reclaimed the word before I had heard it negatively, and I think it holds way more power and awesomeness than pussy. Plus, it’s less gendered.
8. Spanking Over the Knee or Spanking Only During Sex?
Um, can I reverse that? I ONLY like to be spanked in a spanking specific situation (over the knee, bent over the bed, etc). I think being spanked in the middle of sex would be odd and distracting. However, being spanked really turns me on, so I really kind of need to come after; hands, lips, mouth, vibe, you name it, but I need to get off somehow.
9. More Exciting: Sex in an Elevator or Sex in an Aeroplane?
I’ve done some in an elevator, and that was fun. I will not EVER have sex in an airplane bathroom; EWWWWWWW. I prefer balcony sex. Or restaurant sex.
10. Ron Jeremy or Peter North?
Guy: Jack Lawrence. Gal: Nina Hartley. Transguy: Dex Hardlove.
11. Word Preference? Cock or dick?
Cock. Dick makes me think of my college president. Plus, cock makes more sense in my sitch.
12. Linda Lovelace or Jenna Jameson?
Nina Hartley. Duh.
13. Rope Bondage or Bondage Tape
Hmmm…I’ve never gotten to use rope (but want to…just saying’). So tape?
14. Give Rim Job or Receive Anal Sex?
Neither. I’m not so much into getting anal anything, and I think giving, I’d prefer to finger or fuck.
15. Get Rich Stripping in a Skanky Bar or Get Rich as a Call Girl for Celebs?
Stripping in a not-skanky bar, or as a call girl for normal people.
16. Which Threesome – Boy/Girl/Girl or Boy/Boy/Girl?
Why not F/F/F, or all female bodied???? This WILL happen to me. One day. I am determined.
17. Flavoured Oil or Tingling Oil?
Oil? Um…can we just go with flavored lube?
18. Pearl Necklace or Swallow?
Neither? That’s the great thing about fucking female-bodied people.
However, if we’re talking vaginal lubrication and female ejaculatory fluid, either is fine. I don’t mind the taste, and don’t mind getting it all over me. It’s sex; it’s gonna be messy.
19. Sex While Strangers Watch or Sex With a Stranger?
The former. I don’t think I’d have STI tests or trust with a stranger.
20. Tied to the Bed or to a St Andrew’s Cross?
I’ve never been tied to a St. Andrew’s cross…but that could be fun. However, I really like being tied to the bed. A hell of a lot, so we’ll just go with that.
Tagged: Miss Avarice, Lady Brett Ashley and Sinclair. So there. Anyone else can do it if they want.
4 commentsIt’s just a through and through
So last night, I went to a BDSM Munch (a fancy schmancy name for a potluck) and after the snacking, the eating, and the BDSM bingo (I so kid you not!), they had a class on play piercings. No, not like ‘here, pierce your clit hood so you can play with it’ (if it doesn’t reject it and you don’t have to take in out in oh, three weeks!), but piercings as a part of BDSM play.
Now, I went to this with a friend, who is much more into the hardcore BDSM things than I am. I went because I think to be a sexuality educator, you need to be completely open minded and be ready to learn. I have never been into blood play, or really actually into edge play, and the pain I like involves clamps on my nipples, wartenburg wheels running up and down my body, and spankings, hard, on the ass. Thinks that leave long term (or worse yet, permanent) marks are no my cuppa tea. Piercing is not a kink of mine.
But it is a kink of others, and so, like the good little BDSMer/sexuality grad student (1 more class and then I’m done!!!) that I am, I went to the class. I even sat in the front row.
The instructor was very thorough. She talked about everything from how nothing outside of a hospital could ever be actually sterile, but how to practice “clean and safer” play, she had a list of supplies one needs and where to get them, she talked about having water, ice cubes, instant glucose, spray powder, medical shears, etc. Her “toy kit” was ridiculously – you might even call it a tackle box o’ toys. We discussed needle gauges, length, where to get things, how to be sanitary, what to do with full sharps containers; if you needed it for piercing play 101, she covered it.
Then her bottom hopped up on the (stretcher sheet covered!) demo table, baring her legs for us all to see. Apparently, she REALLY like needle play. Hardcore needle play. Mark leaving (for 6 months+) needle play. At one scene (in the past), she had over 100 needles in her body. And she loved it. I must repeat; this IS some people’s kink. It’s not crazy, it’s not anymore unsafe than an ear piercing (and probably safer, given all the prep you go through for this), and some people really freaking enjoy it.
The instructor showed us the proper way to insert needles into her bottom’s thighs, how to do it the right depth, how to “double stick” so that the pointy end isn’t pointing out, how to make designs and rows and all that. She showed us how to play Battleship on a willing bottom with short, 1/2″ long needles, and how to make designs. We learned the nice way to take them out (bevel up!) and the not so nice (and often times, mark leaving) way to remove them. Again, the bottom was loving this. And didn’t flinch at all.
Then it was our turn. If we wanted to, we could go through the prep process, and try giving a piercing ourselves onto the bottom (who was all about this, given her smile). A few people went, and I watched. One or two messed up, but the bottom was just chilling; she almost didn’t seem to feel it. Finally, I got up the courage, heart pounding, adrenaline pumping overtime (who knew you could get so many endorphins from actually being the piercer??), and I gloved up. I was so freaking nervous, I was halfway to passing out myself. Why, you may ask, did I subject myself to this anxiety?
A few reasons. Firstly, I get stuck by needles (the non-tattoo variety) A LOT. Usually more than once a month (I have a lot o’ health issues). At one point, they took 14 vials of blood for testing. I kind of wanted to see what it was like to be on the other side, sticking someone. Secondly, how freaking often am I going to get the chance to attempt a play piercing on a willing bottom, in a brightly lit room, with an experience instructor looking on and helping? I’m thinking about as often as Haley’s comet visits the atmosphere above Earth. So I decided to do it.
I’m left handed, so I had to do the reverse of everyone else, but after introducing myself to the bottom, decapping the needle, I grabbed the skin, being careful of where I placed my pointer finger, and slowly, and VERY carefully, I placed the needle in a sub-dermis manner, and double stuck it. The instructor said I did very well. I almost passed out once I had my gloves off. I don’t even like roller coasters, but it felt like I had been riding one.
The woman teaching the class played in the blood after she removed the needles (still wearing nitrile gloves of course), making smiley faces and hearts, and signing her name. After this, she poured hydrogen peroxide over the bottom’s thighs, making them sizzle with bubbles. After wiping her down and cleaning her and the area up, she asked if anyone wanted to try being pierced.
I figured in for a penny, in for a half pound (in for a quarter, in for a Sacajawea?). I had my upper arm cleaned and santitized, and an inch and a half long needle stuck through the skin, double stuck, and played with.
Well…
To be honest, it did nothing for me. But I think that’s because of my medical history. I used to HATE needles when I was younger, but I was always having to get shots/get my blood drawn/have IVs put in (and I have like NO veins, so it’s usually in the wrist or top of the hand, and it’s been known to take more than 7 sticks), so I developed into dealing with them. I have techniques, and clearly, I don’t hate them anymore. I just deal. So having this needle placed through my skin wasn’t sexy, or hot, or horrible, or anything. I just felt like I was getting a shot or something; very medicalized. Now, granted, I might feel different should it happen in a scene, but it’s really not that big of a turn on for me in general. By the way, 24+ hours later; my arm is FINE, and you can’t even tell, just for the record.
All in all, I’m really glad I took the class, I’m really glad I got pierced (although it didn’t do anything for me), and I’m super duper freaking glad I had the chance to try piercing someone (although it almost gave me a heart attack because I’m terrified of seriously/medically hurting someone, like jabbing through a corroted or femoral artery) because a) it’s something to cross off my list, b) I understand more about this kink/the culture and practice of it, c) I’m probably never going to get the chance to do that again, d) it pushed my own boundaries and challenged me immensely, and e) I’ve learned something new to help me be a better sexuality educator.
What’s next? Perhaps a fire play class? Cupping? Branding? Who knows!
Warm fuzzies and cold pricklies (to those who like it!),
Essin’ Em
1 commentIt’s just a through and through
So last night, I went to a BDSM Munch (a fancy schmancy name for a potluck) and after the snacking, the eating, and the BDSM bingo (I so kid you not!), they had a class on play piercings. No, not like ‘here, pierce your clit hood so you can play with it’ (if it doesn’t reject it and you don’t have to take in out in oh, three weeks!), but piercings as a part of BDSM play.
Now, I went to this with a friend, who is much more into the hardcore BDSM things than I am. I went because I think to be a sexuality educator, you need to be completely open minded and be ready to learn. I have never been into blood play, or really actually into edge play, and the pain I like involves clamps on my nipples, wartenburg wheels running up and down my body, and spankings, hard, on the ass. Thinks that leave long term (or worse yet, permanent) marks are no my cuppa tea. Piercing is not a kink of mine.
But it is a kink of others, and so, like the good little BDSMer/sexuality grad student (1 more class and then I’m done!!!) that I am, I went to the class. I even sat in the front row.
The instructor was very thorough. She talked about everything from how nothing outside of a hospital could ever be actually sterile, but how to practice “clean and safer” play, she had a list of supplies one needs and where to get them, she talked about having water, ice cubes, instant glucose, spray powder, medical shears, etc. Her “toy kit” was ridiculously – you might even call it a tackle box o’ toys. We discussed needle gauges, length, where to get things, how to be sanitary, what to do with full sharps containers; if you needed it for piercing play 101, she covered it.
Then her bottom hopped up on the (stretcher sheet covered!) demo table, baring her legs for us all to see. Apparently, she REALLY like needle play. Hardcore needle play. Mark leaving (for 6 months+) needle play. At one scene (in the past), she had over 100 needles in her body. And she loved it. I must repeat; this IS some people’s kink. It’s not crazy, it’s not anymore unsafe than an ear piercing (and probably safer, given all the prep you go through for this), and some people really freaking enjoy it.
The instructor showed us the proper way to insert needles into her bottom’s thighs, how to do it the right depth, how to “double stick” so that the pointy end isn’t pointing out, how to make designs and rows and all that. She showed us how to play Battleship on a willing bottom with short, 1/2″ long needles, and how to make designs. We learned the nice way to take them out (bevel up!) and the not so nice (and often times, mark leaving) way to remove them. Again, the bottom was loving this. And didn’t flinch at all.
Then it was our turn. If we wanted to, we could go through the prep process, and try giving a piercing ourselves onto the bottom (who was all about this, given her smile). A few people went, and I watched. One or two messed up, but the bottom was just chilling; she almost didn’t seem to feel it. Finally, I got up the courage, heart pounding, adrenaline pumping overtime (who knew you could get so many endorphins from actually being the piercer??), and I gloved up. I was so freaking nervous, I was halfway to passing out myself. Why, you may ask, did I subject myself to this anxiety?
A few reasons. Firstly, I get stuck by needles (the non-tattoo variety) A LOT. Usually more than once a month (I have a lot o’ health issues). At one point, they took 14 vials of blood for testing. I kind of wanted to see what it was like to be on the other side, sticking someone. Secondly, how freaking often am I going to get the chance to attempt a play piercing on a willing bottom, in a brightly lit room, with an experience instructor looking on and helping? I’m thinking about as often as Haley’s comet visits the atmosphere above Earth. So I decided to do it.
I’m left handed, so I had to do the reverse of everyone else, but after introducing myself to the bottom, decapping the needle, I grabbed the skin, being careful of where I placed my pointer finger, and slowly, and VERY carefully, I placed the needle in a sub-dermis manner, and double stuck it. The instructor said I did very well. I almost passed out once I had my gloves off. I don’t even like roller coasters, but it felt like I had been riding one.
The woman teaching the class played in the blood after she removed the needles (still wearing nitrile gloves of course), making smiley faces and hearts, and signing her name. After this, she poured hydrogen peroxide over the bottom’s thighs, making them sizzle with bubbles. After wiping her down and cleaning her and the area up, she asked if anyone wanted to try being pierced.
I figured in for a penny, in for a half pound (in for a quarter, in for a Sacajawea?). I had my upper arm cleaned and santitized, and an inch and a half long needle stuck through the skin, double stuck, and played with.
Well…
To be honest, it did nothing for me. But I think that’s because of my medical history. I used to HATE needles when I was younger, but I was always having to get shots/get my blood drawn/have IVs put in (and I have like NO veins, so it’s usually in the wrist or top of the hand, and it’s been known to take more than 7 sticks), so I developed into dealing with them. I have techniques, and clearly, I don’t hate them anymore. I just deal. So having this needle placed through my skin wasn’t sexy, or hot, or horrible, or anything. I just felt like I was getting a shot or something; very medicalized. Now, granted, I might feel different should it happen in a scene, but it’s really not that big of a turn on for me in general. By the way, 24+ hours later; my arm is FINE, and you can’t even tell, just for the record.
All in all, I’m really glad I took the class, I’m really glad I got pierced (although it didn’t do anything for me), and I’m super duper freaking glad I had the chance to try piercing someone (although it almost gave me a heart attack because I’m terrified of seriously/medically hurting someone, like jabbing through a corroted or femoral artery) because a) it’s something to cross off my list, b) I understand more about this kink/the culture and practice of it, c) I’m probably never going to get the chance to do that again, d) it pushed my own boundaries and challenged me immensely, and e) I’ve learned something new to help me be a better sexuality educator.
What’s next? Perhaps a fire play class? Cupping? Branding? Who knows!
Warm fuzzies and cold pricklies (to those who like it!),
Essin’ Em
4 commentsSite Review
I was asked to review the site RentAdultDVD.com, which is also affiliated with URentDVDs.com.
Firstly, RentAdultDVD.com is not, by itself, a DVD rental site. It has a link to URentDVDs.com, links to a variety of adult porn sites, and about 50 “erotic stories,” although the stories are less stories, and more just little smidgens and tidbits of written sex. Some of the “stories” are really hot, some aren’t, but hey, you get that anywhere. I’d really like it if they organized them somehow; queer/straight, or intercourse/cunnilingus/fellatio/anal, etc, so I didn’t have to look for ones I wasn’t at all interested in to find the ones that really turned me on.
It’s quite clear that there is a partnership/connection with URentDVDs.com, as you can find it posted on pretty much every page. I’d honestly much prefer this to some of the site that just put white labels on another site, and so you never know who you’re actually getting stuff from.
I signed up with URentDVD.com, and found that while they don’t have a TON of movies I’d like to see, they did have a bunch of Nina Hartley’s movies, all of the Candida Royalle’s Femme Productions, and even Jamye Waxman’s newest movies about pleasure with toys. They took a couple of days to come by mail (it’s a lot like NetFlix, but just with porn), and they came with pre-paid envelopes to send them back. You get 3 dvds at a time (with the free 15 day trial), and I chose three I hadn’t yet seen (which is impressive if you know me). I’m sent them back Thursday (a bit late, so I guess I’ll be charged for a month), and then need to figure out how to stop being charged. I’ll let you know how that goes.
The owner of RentAdultDVD.com is super nice, and answered all the questions I had within a day or two, and it’s nice to know what it’s run by a human.
Closing Message:
This is a good site for some free and erotic online smut, and if you watch a lot of porn, it’s a good way to get it delivered in an unmarked package to your door. I only watch one or two porn movies a month, so it really isn’t worth it for me, but if you watch even one movie a week, it probably evens itself out in the end (and you can buy cheap, pre-watched porn, if that’s your cuppa tea).
So check out RentAdultDVD.com, and its partner, URentDVDs.com.
-Essin’ Em
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Sex Toy Review: Mister Squiggly
I have a new review up at EdenFantasys.com of Mister Squiggly (a glass dildo).
Yes, it looks odd. Slightly like a blue caterpillar on crack. Don’t worry; it doesn’t feel like that (yikes! bugs in the vagina; not a happy experience).
It actually feels wonderful, like the other glass toys I’ve tried. It starts out nice and cool, and quickly warms up to match with the heat emanating from my cunt.
Waiting to try this, I had it lying out on my coffee table. Every time I looked at it, my clit began to throb in anticipation. I remembered how divine glass felt on my clit, and I would go from 0-60 in 2.5 seconds…and I’m not talking about an automobile.
Finally, I had a second, and hopped into bed with Mister Squiggly (the first guy to enter my bed oh, um, ever), and grabbed what else, my Hitachi magic wand I wonder if they have Hitachi anonymous?
I was already dripping and ready to go, but I place a tiny dab of lube on the tip of the toy, just for good measure. Working it in, the cool sensation set the rest of my senses on fire, but the toy quickly warmed up. I worked the smaller end in and out, and the bumps rubbed me all kinds of the right way. It felt delicious, but my cunt was craving more, so I slowly drew it out, flipped it around, and began to fuck myself with the larger side. It was perfect!
I held the Hitach to my clit, bucking my hips against the blue and white swirled glass toy as I brought myself up and over the edge over and over again.
All in all, a fabulous toy. I will say the small end is a little too small for me, but the large end felt ideal. I would definitely recommend this as a slightly inexpensive, and absolutely stunning glass toy for both beginners and experts alike.
Click here to read my whole review of Mister Squiggly.
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Here is another picture from back in the day in college for a fund raiser for the VDAY foundation. I like it :) Taken by Anne Bean.
Happy Nekkid Thursday!
In other news, tomorrow is the Day of Silence. Click on the banner to the right, or go to DayOfSilence.org.
There are only a few more days left in voting in the Sugarbutch Star Contest. Click Here to Vote (my idea is Shanna: The Diner on the Corner). I appreciate your support (plus it’s just a reeeeally hot story!).
Also, there is less than a week left in April; Sexual Assault Awareness and Prevention Mont. As many of you know, I’ve been blogging for GBBMC2008, and raising money for RAAIN. However, they’ve had a slight glitch in the system, and the box where you fill in the blank hasn’t been working. IF YOU DONATED, please let me know by commenting, or emailing me (essinem at GMAIL dot com) with your donation amount and transaction number, so it can count towards the contest. Click here for GBBMC2008 info and to see the amazing prize(s) I can win if you donate in honor of me. I know it’s a pain to email me, but I’d really appreciate it (I DO NOT need your credit card numbers, real names, etc, just your transaction number and amount). Even FIVE DOLLARS helps, both RAAIN and me!
If you haven’t donated yet, please click below. This money goes to help your family, friends and even strangers that are survivors of sexual assault and violence.
Otherwise, I’ve got a new hair color, new glasses coming in next weak, and a really hot, legit and far too expensive corset from Passional Boutique. Look for them in the future!
Essin’ Em
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