I am known for being remarkably prescient. My friends have commented on this ability when I can often find the words they lose and can even guess what they are going to say before they say it. So I’m proud to add yet another point in favor of my psychic abilities when I predicted the following: kinky people know how to throw the best parties. After receiving an invite to a BDSM play retreat, I packed up a bag with snacks, toys, a spare outfit, wriggled into the sexiest dress I own and drove out to have a blast.
When I walked into the house of the host and saw men, women and all other members of the alphabet mafia in gorgeous attire, I knew I’d found my people. I was absolutely delight by what I saw: A hunk of a man wearing a red leatheresque thong, hot kinksters in kilts, fems in leather chest harnesses, and cute littles in cuter onesies abounded inside the house.
I set my contribution to the party’s spread on the absolutely massive kitchen counter (chocolate peanut butter cups, chocolate covered coffee beans and veggie straws respectively) and was then whisked into a perverse wonderland by the man, the myth, the legend: KinkThings. To describe the tour would be to wash out the color of the event, but I will say as I traveled through the house that I was struck by the sense of being Alice, escorted by a grinning Cheshire Cat. Welcome to Wonderland indeed.
The tour’s notable part led me into KinkThings’ workshop, which smelled like heaven as far as I’m concerned. The aroma of wood, leather and treatment ought to be made into a perfume. I saw his toys and believe me when I say that I was happier than a dragon confronted with another hoard. In some ways, the interaction between KinkThings and I was akin to two dragons meeting, though with more generosity than one might expect. It was also then that KinkThings offered me something new and beautiful: a baseball bat cut down into a perfectly thuddy impact toy. The sides are cut down to give it a paddle type of surface, with the edges of one side sloped just so in order to resemble a blade. The handle is long and wrapped in beautiful purple leather, leading me to swing my new prize like a sword. I could not stop eyeing my prize that entire night.
Wandering out of the workshop, the rest of the house was a delight. Crosses and suspension rigs were set up, and I got to watch several people bottoming in scenes. My favorites were probably a cute boy being flogged by BadKitty herself and a cute girl being beaten while on the cross in the Sunrise Room. The scenes were beautiful, hot and also very intense to watch. I admit to bowing out of the Sunrise Room once the knife play part of the scene started, but then I walked directly into a hot as hell suspension scene. Holy hell, the party never stops!
As I explored the rest of the rooms of the house, I saw scenes with electricity, a submissive being strapped to a suspended cross, spun, and tortured with water and smacks, a truly excellent flogging, and a girl in a suspension scene. There was not a single boring moment at that party. As far as the people, I loved everyone there, and the hosts and their guests truly made the party. BadKitty showed me just a small piece of her beautiful makeup collection, KinkThings bequeathed me with the most lovely and imposing of impact toys, a couple who delightedly told me about their mushroom growing operation and an imposing man with an infectious laugh and good advice on how to work with leather, I feel like any one of the party goers could have a book written about them.
The climax of the party (for me) was when I got to use my new most perfect treasure, my bat, on the ass of a real human! I squared up my stance and delivered the first few tentative smacks, feeling the perfect weight of the bat blugeon a cute butt, all the while my mentor KinkThings beamed in delight. If I were to describe the scene to you, I’d say it felt like a coach taking a rookie slugger under his wing. Except perverse. Once KinkThings had corrected a few things with my grip and stance, my beautiful new bat was smashing into the ass of my dear demo bottom. Beautiful purple marks bloomed on her ass and on the back of her thighs. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears and the adrenaline pushing my senses to their height. I felt like a tiger that had caught a deer and was now relishing in tormenting the helpless thing. Pulling the bat over my shoulder, I considered the purple lines tattooing her skin with a sense of pride and something close to hunger. Something inside me woke up and roared, and I know I’m going to have to put this to toy to use more and more.
After my scene with the bat, I retired from the party somewhat reluctantly because I knew I would be dead tired the next day. I packed up my bag, putting away the few paddles I had brought and carefully placed my bat in the passenger seat of my car. As I drove home, I couldn’t help but grin the whole trip home. God, kinky people really do throw the best parties. I can’t wait to go to my next one.
During the summer of 2018, I made a decision to pick up a denim jacket at a thrift store. That sparked a summer long project of collecting pins, patches and flair for my jacket to craft it into a perfect statement piece. During my search for the perfect assortment of pins and patches for this jacket, I found that there were a number of artists who made pins to signal some of my raunchier interests. While I can’t wear these pins out on a day to day basis, these pins have got me fantasizing about a new jacket. If I were to pick up a new denim jacket, I’d make it the Nasty Jacket. The Nasty Jacket would have only my NSFW flair on it, to let everyone know EXACTLY what I’m into and would make me look cute at the same time.
My Nasty Jacket doesn’t exist, but if I ever get the chance and some free time, here’s some flair I’d love to pin on it!
Either of these would work great for me since I’m a fan of Twisted Monk’s Rope kit. I still have my cotton rope set that I got in 2017 and my partner and have fond memories of tying me up in my dorm room.
In addition to having some of the most GORGEOUS dildos (I am LUSTING over the Tyv, it’s such a handsome toy), this pin represents my love of monster boys and girls. Perfect for wearing when writing smutty Monster Prom fan fiction.
More rope bondage? More rope bondage. But this time in a pastel, cutesy aesthetic that suits me when I’m feeling more girly. I own the Babe With the Power pin already and I wear on my jacket all the time, so naturally I’d have to add Sugarbones to the Nasty Jacket.
Blatant and slutty but still super cute. Slut is one of the things I enjoy being called during sex, and pinning on my jacket would give me kind of a risky thrill. A little exhibitionist, a little bit quirky and completely cute.
Simple and to the point without being too dirty. This might be good for those of who are kinky and understated. I’m rarely understated, but I would wear to events that are sex positive but I’m not familiar with anyone there.
Trash 4 Posers used to have a Cum Slut pin if I recall correctly, but it seems to be discontinued. All the same, I’m gunning to hone my blowjob skills and this is a good way to incorporate that into my flair.
I got a custom ‘Nymphomaniac’ pin from L’Amour Propre a while ago, and it adorns my bag now! But unfortunately I’m still thirsty for L’Amour Propre so I’d snag this pin for the Nasty Jacket in a second.
THIS PIN IS SO COOL. The ability to signal if I want to bottom or top is a really neat thing, and when I saw it I knew it’d be perfect for the NSFW version of my denim jacket.
This is a lot of flair for one jacket, but I just can’t help it. I love pins and flair, and I love kink, so blending the two together is going to create a jacket so bedecked in pins and patches that the denim will be almost invisible. It’s not a jacket I could wear on the daily, but something I’d admire in my wardrobe all the time.
What kinky flair have you seen? What would you put on your jacket? Let me know!
The identity of Liz encompasses a variety of facets: fencing coach, sex blogger, coffee enthusiast, queen of ab workouts and schlocky horror nerd to name a few. Among these, I am also sometimes a submissive, but I am always full time lazy. I love being restrained and I’ve been looking to up the intensity of my submission, but doing so takes work! Work that my partner and I aren’t always into. But this past month, we’ve managed to get some more submissive scenes in thanks to two products: The Sincerely Locking Lace Ball Gag, and the Bed Bondage Kit by Candystraps. One of these was an amazing find and the other…well, more a fun and aesthetically pleasing novelty.
The Sincerely Locking Lace Ball Gag is a bit of a puzzle to me. In some ways, the gag is supremely comfortable, and in others…less so. The straps of the gag are nicely adjustable to fit a wide variety of skulls, as it fit perfectly around both my boyfriend’s larger than average head and around my far more petite skull. Using silicone for the ball gag was also an excellent choice, as this allows the gag to be shared and cleaned far more easily. Also, the silicone is smooth and seamless, making for a relatively pleasant mouthfeel. The sides of the gag didn’t pinch at the corners of our mouths, which made bearing the gag much more comfortable. I love the all black color scheme, as it made the look more intense. And I’m also a big fan of the goth style, so it helped me realize my dream of being a submissive goth slut.
However, the ball of the Sincerely Locking gag made my jaw ache after a relatively short period of time and didn’t quite fit in my mouth right, though my boyfriend was quite comfortable. I would advise more petite persons to seek out a slightly smaller ball gag in order to get a more comfortable fit, or to seek out a bit gag in order to ensure long term comfort. Well, that is unless you are looking for a little discomfort, in which case, the Sincerely Locking Gag would absolutely be your cup of tea!
The Bed Bondage Kit by Candy Straps are beautiful. They’re a lovely blue on blue color scheme which gives them a playful vibe I don’t see in most bondage sets. While I usually prefer a classic look when it comes to my own personal scenes, I just can’t help but be swayed by that blue!
The Candy Straps restraints fit perfectly under my bed, which is Queen sized. I had plenty of room on my bed and it came to the correct height. We enjoyed using it to cuff my wrists the most, and the cuffs were perfectly adjustable. It was also extremely hot to watch my boyfriend cuff my wrists to the bed while he was straddling me. He was a vision of cool domliness, his eyes fixed on the cuffs tightening around my wrists while his hard cock throbbed and pulsed with anticipation of fucking me.
During sex, the cuffs were perfectly comfortable, and while they did make me feel constrained, the sensation was a bit milder than rope bondage. The cotton Twisted Monk Rope is at about a 5, the Agreeable Agony a 7.5 and the Bed Bondage Kit are a comfy 3 in terms of intensity of sensation. This is a great way to introduce someone to bondage who has otherwise been vanilla. The appearance is playful, the feel is comfortable and the set up is vastly more convenient than rope bondage. More seasoned players will probably enjoy the Twisted Monk ties because of their intricacy, but I believe the Bed Bondage Kit is just perfect for vanilla folks just starting to dip their toes in.
In all, I’ve enjoyed using both these products, but I find myself drawn more to the ease and comfort of the Candy Straps Bed Bondage Kit. The Sincerely Locking Lace Ball Gag is fun when I want to up the intensity, but for the average day? Sign me up for the comfortable, confining embrace of the Bondage Kit.
These products were sent to me free of charge in exchange for my honest review. Thanks Betty’s Toybox and Candy Straps!
Swallow your fears everyone, it’s time we took a deep dive into one of the most talked about kinks on the internet: vore.
Voraphilia, or colloquially known as vore, has become one of the most popular niche kinks on the internet. I write this with a grin…popular niche kink is just the sort of oxymoron that WOULD happen on my blog. Anyway, the point is that some people have developed a sexual fetish entirely around being eaten.
No, not like cannibalism. Well usually not. I’m sure there’s someone out there who thinks being cut up and eaten like the victim of a serial killer is hot, and that’s for them to deal with as they see fit. But these types of individuals wouldn’t really fall into the vore fetish. They’d fall more into the guro category but I digress.
Vore can be divided into two spectrums or axes. There is hard vore, which depicts chewing and thus gore and occasionally the death of the entity being vored. Soft vore differs in that it is often depicted as swallowing the vored entity whole and alive. Often times hard vore is considered fatal, while soft vore is sort of the person or entity just hanging out in consumer’s body for a while before being ejected unharmed. Then there is the second axis of willing and unwilling, which is how the entity being vored reacts to the situation. Some vore scenes are depicted as violent and unwanted, with the vored person actively trying to escape being swallowed, while naturally the willing scenes have the person being vored damn near jumping down someone’s throat.
With vore defined, I’m going to focus mainly on why people find soft vore attractive. In a later post I’ll talk about hard vore and guro and similar edgy kinks, but that’s for later. For now, I think soft vore is absolutely fascinating. There are certain elements that I think a soft vore scene shares with oh…something like wax play or massages. There’s not any special focus on genitals, and often the sensation that’s achieved (in the scene) is not an orgasm but a sense of satisfaction. In some scenes, the vore top or predator is seen to sexually enjoy consuming the vore bottom or prey and masturbates themselves to completion upon swallowing the prey, but there are just as many scenes where they roll over and take a nap.
The main draw for soft vore appears to be intense vulnerability and intimacy combined with something akin to a mouth and or a belly fetish. I think this type of vulnerability sort of forces people to relax by taking away all other options. I mean, you’ve been eaten, of course you’ve got no control. But you’re forced into a place that is ultimately worry free and very protected. I don’t think it’s TOO MUCH of a stretch to say that vore both occupies a taboo and a comforting place in the psyches of people who indulge in it as a fantasy. I imagine it as being similar to an anxious submissive who finds a deep comfort in being tied up. They are fully trusting their dominant to take care of them and can therefore get into a very relaxed headspace when someone they trust binds their limbs.
Now, as you might be thinking, vore pretty much can’t be experienced in real life. Humans do not exist that can other adult humans whole and all sort of puts a damper on acting out this fantasy. Vore can somewhat be simulated by perhaps making small prey shaped confections, and then filmed as a kind of vore pornography, but that’s not where vore enthusiasts are most prevalent. Vore thrives as a roleplaying scenario and as erotica in both visual and text mediums. Going on literotica and searching the term vore will bring up hundreds of stories about all kinds of vore and its various derivations. Sub reddits exist for this fetish and a cursory google search brings to light how popular this has become with people online. Photo manipulations of beautiful women holding men before their mouths exist as well as extremely dirty furry erotica in which blue foxes are swallowed whole by the dashing tiger predators. Vore seems to be having it’s heyday in both the human and furry community alike!
For the most part, it seems like vore is a strange if largely harmless kink that appeals to people’s desire to be comforted and dominated. This style of domination is just a bit more…physical? At any rate, if this post aroused any feelings for you, know that you’re far from alone and that there’s a thriving community waiting to eat you. Well, meet you. Both? Sorry I couldn’t resist a dumb joke.
And so this year, dearest Santa, I’ve come up with some things that I’d like for Christmas for being such a good blogger.
Sex toys and Misc.
Sex toys and Misc.
Liberator Throe: Man, where do you begin with this. Everyone who likes to have sex ought to have one. It’s been touted as perfect for squirters, people who have sex on their period and generally as superior to the ol’ towel in every respect. I’d love to have one of these, if only so testing during my period is less awkward. WELL AND SO THAT I DON’T STAIN AFTER MY BOYFRIEND LEAVES. Listen, not using condoms feels great but it does make clean up a little more intensive.
The Rechargeable Magic Wand: Oh how I’ve lusted for you. I’ve refrained from getting it due to the price tag, but I’m wooed by the tales of effortless orgasms and the freedom that a cordless vibrator offers. While I’m still delighted with my Unicorn Vibrator, ours is an open relationship, and the Magic Wand Rechargeable look like just what my clit needs.
Vixen Creations Woody: THE RED!! God I’m in love with red sex toys. They’re perfectly passionate and I’ve heard nothing but good things about Woody. I think it would look perfect in my new strap on harness, a nicely sized red dildo superimposed on black briefs really speaks to my slutty jock heart.
A full sized stroker: What? A toy not for me?? Nah, this is still totally for me. I want to use a stroker on my boyfriend! It’s not often I’m dominant, but sometimes, you get possessed by the urge to taunt your partner as you get him off. Pair that with a cute outfit and you’ve got an adorable BDSM scene!
Ruse 18 Inch Double Dildo: I’ve kind of always had a fantasy of making myself bulge through the use of a double-ended dildo. The idea of seeing my flat, athletic tummy bulging as I slide a dildo deep, deep into my ass is…shiver-inducingly hot. However, most double ended toys are made of TPE or jelly, some distinctly unfriendly toy materials. HOWEVER! This Blush Novelties answered my dreams by making a body safe, silicone dil that I can fulfill my dreams with. And the icing on top is that it comes in RED.
A Moleskine Journal: People swear by these and I want to try one out for myself! I’d love to feel like a true romantic, journaling away in some quietly comfortable coffee shop. So far, I’ve kept a journal on my laptop, which has gotten to over 160 pages of personal writing. More than 60,000 words! I’m very proud, but it’s getting so that my laptop will start to chug when I open the document. Maybe it’s time to go analog?
A Grammar Handbook: Having one of these close at hand to pore over would be wonderful. Often times, I bully my friends into beta-reading a post for me, and they catch all sorts of grammatical errors. Feeling a little ashamed of this, I think a style guide would really be right up my alley.
Zebra Mechanical Pencils: These are my most favorite mechanical pencils. They write well, don’t feel cheap and are delightfully portable!
A Set of Highlighters: I LOVE ANNOTATING MY LITERATURE. And I love making things pretty. Ergo, highlighters (the pen type, not the face type) are kinda my jam. It helps out a lot!
Kinklab Leather Wrist Cuffs: I’ve a taste for rope bondage, ergo my rope bondage post regarding Agreeable Agony. But for a long time now I’ve longed to complete a leather set and own some handcuffs for when I don’t want to go through being tied up.
Tantus Dragon Tail: Having gotten a taste of the Gen, I’m ever so curious to try more Tantus impact toys. I’d love to feel the thwack of the tail against my ass and maybe (finally) bruise my steely ass. Also, the suede like feeling of the silicone is just beautiful. Ah Tantus. You know impact implements so well.
Stockroom Bust Harness: The aesthetic of this harness is just gorgeous. One day, I hope to look just as hot as the girls modeling this gorgeous harness. Maybe somewhere in North Carolina there’s a bondage club I can go to where this would be appropriate. Or maybe I could just…wear it under my clothes?
Sportsheets Under the Bed Restraints: Again, this is for the lazy, impatient submissive who DOES NOT want to wait to be restrained. I want to struggle against some restraints and I want to do it now! This would make it ever so convenient for my and my partner. Because all we have is rope, we most often go for the quick solution of him manually pinning my wrists while he fucks me, but this would be quick and hands free!
Aussie Health Co Enema Kit: Once again, I must shyly confess to my fantasy of being filled up completely. I have a bit of a cum fetish, and I often fantasize about being pumped full of semen so that I swell and look a few months pregnant. While such a thing could be organized in reality, an enema can provide a quicker and cheaper way for me to be filled up. Bonus: it’d clean me out for anal. Maybe then I can lose my anal virginity!
Female Ejaculation and The G Spot: I’ve wanted to squirt for a long time. I purchased the Pure Wand because I read it was the perfect instrument to cause such an explosive orgasm. Hopefully by absorbing the knowledge contained in these pages, I’ll be able to learn how to squirt!
Playing Well With Others: It’s a BDSM book! Something I, a BDSM newbie would love to have. I’ve enjoyed my collar and playing in the shallow end, but I’m super curious of what’s beyond the sand bars. I’m saying I wanna try some kinkier stuff, and reading about it is the first way to get there!
Two Knotty Boys Showing You The Ropes: ANOTHER BDSM BOOK. My boyfriend and I are confirmed rope lovers, so learning more about our chosen restraint would be a fun, kink themed activity for us to do together. I wonder now if he would read aloud to me…
A Hand in The Bush: This time, a book about fisting people with vulvas! I’ve recently gotten my own fist in, but I’d really like to learn how to do it more consistently and pleasurably! I think it would make for a great learning experience, and it might help me discover more about how to prepare more than just my vagina!
I know it’s a long list, dearest Santa. But I have been very, very good; though if you don’t bring anything at all, I’m still having a wonderful holiday.
Happy Holidays y’all! Here’s best wishes from mine to yours.
Happy Halloween! Here’s hoping everyone has a sexy, spooky and safe night.
So followers on Twitter know I’ve been keeping up with an event termed Kinktober more or less by journaling about it. Now, some of my journaling was honestly just exploring my thoughts or feelings on a specific prompt, but somewhere along the way I veered into writing erotica. And then my exhibitionist streak reared its head and I asked you guys if you’d like me to publish some of my WRITTEN FILTH. The response was, predictably, a resounding yes. So without further ado, I present some excerpts from my journal. None of these are particularly finished, though if there’s demand I may go and write further on these stories.
Kinktober Prompt: Pegging
The harness slides up her legs, the dildo jiggling slightly with the upward movement. It settles around her hips, the briefs style design looking attractive on her powerful hips. Her ass fills out the harness attractively, the years of collegiate athletics having sculpted her body into something both powerful and sexual. She looks sporty and dominant, her chosen cock proud and erect between her legs. He’d hardly expected to find the sight of her sporting a silicone hard-on so arousing, but he felt blood flow to his groin nonetheless.
“So how do I look?” she asks, her mouth curving into that peculiar smile she had. It was aggressive and playful at the same time. Her bright blue eyes were sharp and alive with mischief. It was clear she was enjoying the way he surveyed her body, since she ‘stretched’ to show off more of herself. Her sharp white canines flashed in her smile, and he thought he could glimpse the violent, but presently unvoiced desire in her.
He swallows, looking her up and down. “I think it suits you,” he says, his voice hitching slightly as he says it. Her grin widens. “Oh? Is that so?” she replies, her voice lilting, taunting him. “I do,” he replies, not choosing to volunteer any more. Conflicting desires war in his brain, the desire to fuck and her and the desire to be fucked by her. She pouts for a moment before pushing her silicone erection down for a moment, before letting it spring back. “And what do you think of the dick I picked out?” she asks, not letting him get away with such minimal feedback.
He regards the dildo, a smooth and slim affair with a proud arch. It doesn’t look too terribly realistic, more like the symbol of a cock rather than a realistic rendering of it. And the color, a bright glittery crimson also takes away from the realism. Had she picked a more realistic model, he thinks, he might be a little more put off. But this suits her, a bright glittery cock of modest proportions. She would usually pick something girthier for fucking herself, but it seems as though she selected the dildo for its aesthetic appeal rather than something she’d like to put in herself.
“I think it’s very you,” he says, hedging again. She rolls her eyes. “That’s nice,” she replies, a slight pitch in her tone indicating irritation. “But what do you think of it? Do you like it?” she asks, her tone more insistent this time. And with that his mind is filled all unbidden with the image of her tiny form on top of his. He can see her rubbing the tip of her lubed glittery cock against his ass, teasing him with the tip by pressing it ever so gently against his asshole. She’s smiling above him, going nice and slow, trying to get him ready to take it. He can imagine her slowly sliding her pretty cock to the hilt in his ass, and images of his athletic girlfriend rocking her hips and fucking him nice and slow are plastered on the inside of his eyelids. He feels a thrill go up his back and his cock swells again, betraying his arousal. He thinks she might not catch it, but her eyes lock onto his groin and that sharp, aggressive smile curves her lips again. “I think you might like it,” she says, putting a hand onto his swelling cock, gently rubbing her thumb over the head of it, the same way she does when she’s teasing him.
“I think you might want to take it for a test run,”
Kinktober Prompt: Voyeurism
There’s another person in the shower stall next to the one she wants to use, she notices, shedding her fluffy bathrobe and hanging on the shower hook. Her male companion simply unwraps the towel from his waist and hangs it on adjacent hook. He catches her staring at him and smirks. His gaze travels up her curves, and her cheeks redden from such unabashed attention. Her gaze flits around, fighting not to stare at his groin. She can feel arousal cause herself to get slick, with her arousal heightened by the fact that there’s someone else in the room. It isn’t obvious that they’ve noticed her and her companion there. At least, not yet.
She turns on the shower, standing just outside of it while she waits for the water to get warm. Her companion comes up behind her, grinding his cock against her ass and his arms coming around to roughly squeeze her breasts. He kneads them with strong hands, rolling them around and then squeezing and pinching at her nipples. When he twists her nipples harshly, the pleasure and pain of it break her composure and she groans. His soft laugh reaches her ears, and she only just stifles a sigh. “You’re such a tease,” she whispers, her voice just heard over the water. He bends to press his lips to her neck, a soft sucking kiss that transforms into a bite. The pleasure and pain of it is intense enough that a moan tumbles from her lips.
“Are we going to get in?” she asks, her voice breathy. He answers by grabbing her ass hard. “I don’t know, you seem to be enjoying yourself out here,” he replies, and he lets go to slip his hand between her legs and rub at her slick pussy. His fingers tease her entrance and it takes a concentrated will to force out these words: “But I think I’ll have more fun if you pin me to the wall and fuck me,” she replies, her words coming out as a moan. Her brazeness surprises the both of them and she can almost feel his body get hotter.
That little out burst of honesty and arousal seems to convince him and he lets go of her and follows her into the shower. She steps in, feeling the warm water run down her body in rivulets and she is acutely aware of being watched. She reaches back and gives her ass a light smack, and he rewards her with a low whistle. He doesn’t wait long to press his sculpted body against her softer one. He is made all of firm and angular lines, and she thinks, ever so briefly, that this must be what having sex with a Grecian marble statue would feel like. Strong hands haul her upwards and flip her around to face him and she hooks her legs around him. He slides inside her easily, filling her tight little body up with hot cock. The lines in his face change slightly and she breathes out a shaky moan as she gets used to the feeling of him inside her. He moves and presses her against the cool, tile wall of the shower, getting ready to pound into her hard and rough. She can hear sounds of movement coming from the shower adjacent to theirs.
“I think someone’s noticed us,” she breathes into his ear. She doesn’t so much see as feel his smile against her shoulder. His teeth meet the skin of her shoulder and he bites her again and she moans whorishly. When he releases her shoulder he replies, “So let’s put on a show for them then,”
Kinktober Prompt: Lingerie
“You know that outfit isn’t fair right?” he says, taking a look at me in my newest pieces. “You know I didn’t wear to be fair, right?” I respond, shifting and reveling in the silkiness of the fabric against my skin. “I wore it to see if I could make you cum in your pants.” My words come out as a taunt and he grins in response.
“Well it didn’t work. But it does make me want to fuck you,” he breathes, running his hands over my sides, stroking me and feeling my curves. I laugh, a particular three note laugh that he knows very well. He pauses for just a moment and looks at me. “Alright, what’ve you got planned?” he asks, his voice tinged with a little sadness. “Oh come on, you didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?” I ask, my lips curved into a smile. “Besides, I’m not going to ask you to do much,” I reassure him, gently pushing away his hands as I step back and pull something from a drawer in the bedroom. He frowns as he watches, clearly anticipating something truly devious. Well, he’ll be relieved to see what it is.
I pull out the filmy piece of fabric and he narrows his eyes when he looks it over. He takes it from my hands and runs his fingers over the lacy tops slowly, and then down the silky length of them, examining what it is I’ve gotten for him. “So,” he says, when he’s finally finished looking it over. “You want me to wear this?” His voice pitches up at the end, his eyes still narrowed but his mouth less of a frown. He’s rubbing the fabric between his fingers repetitively, almost meditatively. I hop up onto the bed, perching just so. “Well,” I start, looking at him from under my lashes. “I was hoping you’d fuck me while wearing them. You said if I could find anything in your size that you’d do it,” I respond, keeping my voice neutral. He snorts, but it’s got humor in it. I feel pretty hopeful. “You know,” he says, a small smile playing around his lips. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it. But you’re right,” he says, and I feel my smile widening to almost cartoonish proportions.
He strips off his underwear and his cock bounces, free of its restraint. I can feel my hyperactive libido kicking in and his smile turns into a smirk. He’s gotten my attention and he’s savoring it. He’s not fully hard yet, maybe about half way there and it’s taking all of my will power not to take his cock in my mouth. No, instead I wait, subtly grinding my pussy against the bed in anticipation. “What’s up?” he asks, his voice teasing. He noticed my fidgeting. “I just can’t wait to see you with those on,” I say. And it’s at least partly honest. I do want to see him wearing that, but almost equally intense is the desire to have him slide his dick into my slickening cunt. He sits on the bed and slides on the first thigh high stocking. It’s clear he’s never put them on before. “It’s easier if you roll them up first,” I say and he looks at me with his eyebrows quirked. “Like this,” I instruct, taking the other stocking from where he set it down and rolling it up. “Huh,” he responds, and then mimics my instructions, sliding on the stocking much more quickly. It hugs his thigh just right and we both look at it for a moment.
“It fits,” he says and I look at him sharply. It more than fits, it fits like a dream. But I don’t say anything. I instead watch him slide on the other stocking. I slip my hand down the front of my panties and start to circle my clit with my middle finger, unable to take this kind of teasing. The crotch of my panties gets wetter, a faint dark patch beginning to spread on the silky outside. “Someone’s impatient,” laughs my partner as he watches me finger myself. “Someone’s been pent up all day imagining what you’ll look like in that” I shoot back, pressing hard against my clit. The pressure is just what I want, and there’s a shiver in my voice. God, did I know he’d be so hot? His thighs framed perfectly by the black thigh high stockings, his cock now fully hard, the sight of him is going to drive me crazy. My breathing is a little more ragged. A bead of pre-cum glistens on the head of his cock, and I can feel my body temperature rising.
“Like the show?” I ask him, spreading my legs so he can get a better look at me fingering myself. His gaze is now locked on what my fingers are doing. Small wet noises are coming from my pussy and his grin fades, replaced by a hungry look. “I do,” he says as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties. “But I need to be in there.” With that, he slips my panties off my legs and tosses them to the side.
He pushes me down onto my back, barely taking the time to line his cock up properly before stuffing me full. His dick slides in easily, my anticipation and heightened arousal making it easy for him. I whimper, he groans. He doesn’t wait long before picking up the pace, pumping into me with the ferocity of a man who’s patience has been run completely out. I grasp at his back, still careful not to scratch him. “Harder,” I gasp, and he obliges me. He slams himself into me over and over and I mewl under him. “You like being wrapped around my cock my little slut?” he growls in my ear. I can barely get out a breathy ‘yes’. I feel like I’m melting around him, he knows what calling me his slut does to me. “Fuck you feel tight,” he groans, and suddenly he pulls out. Confused, I start to ask him what he’s doing when he flips me onto my stomach and pulls me onto all fours. He smacks me sharply across the ass, a full open handed smack that makes me moan. I must’ve really excited him today. Then he grabs me by the hip with one hand and then guides his cock back into me with the other. “That’s better,” he says, and starts fucking me in that ferocious rhythm again.
He squeezes my hips hard before pressing down on my back so I’m face down on the bed. Oh fuck, I think, turning around to look at him. His face is screwed up in that determined way that he gets when he’s close. “I’m gonna cum,” he says, and moves his hand between my legs. His fingers find my clit and start to rub in a hard tight circle. “Oh fuck!” I gasp, and my pussy clenches around him, hard. “Cum inside me,” I beg, needing to feel his cum in me. His pace doesn’t slow, and neither do his fingers. Orgasm is thundering closer and closer, and it hits me all in an instant. I cum around his cock, my pussy flexing and squeezing sporadically around him. It’s just a few seconds later that he hilts me one last time, and I can feel his cock pulsing in me as he cums. He pants, holding still. He knows I want him to give me every last drop, so he stays still for a long time before slipping his softening dick out of me and then collapsing next to me on the bed. He pants softly, eyes closed and body glistening from the exertion. His arms pull me into him and we’re spooning now. Basking in the afterglow of a hard fuck.
“I love you,” I whisper to him. “I love you,” he whispers back, shifting ever so slightly so that he can snuggle me better. There’s a comfortable pause before, with a slight smile in my voice I say, “So the thigh highs were a good idea?”
I blame Girly Juice honestly. If I’d never seen her Lexan paddle, I’d never have gotten the idea into my head to get one of my own. But I did see her posts. I read the posts where she rhapsodized over her Kink Machine paddle and I felt a powerful wave of desire to possess a beautiful paddle of my own. So you can imagine how I must’ve felt when I saw her paddle was no longer available for purchase. A great cry went up from my apartment as I raged over the death of Kink Machine, maker of beautiful impact toys. And so I scoured the internet looking for my perfect paddle. It took a lot of looking on Stockroom and Etsy and elsewhere to finally find what I was looking for. My search was ended at last when I finally stumbled upon the paddle of my dreams: The Ethos Leather Acrylic Paddle. It’s absolutely everything I hope it would be: gorgeous, painful and priced just right.
The Ethos Leather Acrylic Paddle is about 18 inches long, including the 6 inch handle. This gives the user plenty of handle to swing with. The paddle itself is 4 inches wide, which seems a little narrow in person, but is actually perfect. The paddle in 1/4 of an inch thick, so it provides a nice weight and paddle blade.
In person, the paddle is absolutely gorgeous. While most of my enjoyment comes from how this paddle performs against my ass, there’s no doubt that the visual aspect plays in to my choosing of this paddle.
The price of the paddle is also more than reasonable, $40 is a more than fair price for the quality of what you’re getting. Many quality acrylic paddles can be quite a bit more expensive, with the Paraphilia Acrylic Paddle at $60 on Stockroom.
The Ethos Leather Acrylic Paddle is exactly what a paddle should be. It has a good surface level bite without being overwhelming. A hard smack with this is enough to get my attention and make me ready for more without immediately crossing my pain threshold. In addition to the initial sting, there’s underlying element of thud. This causes my ass to redden beautifully without making me want to immediately stop the scene. A few minutes of use gets my butt red and tingly, and I can feel the stinging impact for a long time after the impact play has ended. Doing day to day activities with my ass still reverberating really appeals to the exhibitionist in me! Compared to the leather paddle I reviewed earlier, the sensations this paddle evokes are more full-bodied. If the paddles were coffee, the leather paddle would be a blond roast while the Ethos Leather Acrylic Paddle would be a robust breakfast blend.
I love this paddle so much. I’ve found I’ve been using a lot more since I’ve gotten my school girl costume for Halloween, I just love the way I look when I’m taking a beating. The visual of a school girl with her skirt hiked up and her cute round ass getting paddled by such a gorgeous clear paddle is thrillingly hot. This paddle has made me more adventurous with my dirty snaps, much to the delight of my partner. Sending him pictures of me enjoying my paddle and especially sending them where he can enjoy them is also intensely enjoyable to me as well.
Because the Ethos Leather Acrylic Paddle is clear, it can get a little smudgy from the oils your skin secretes. To keep your paddle in top shape, all you need is a little soap and water and a soft cloth to dry it. If you’re gentle with the paddle and make sure not to scratch it, maintenance is fairly simple.
The Ethos Leather Acrylic Paddle is a very versatile toy that suits the aesthetic of many scenes. It feels well balanced, delivers a satisfying blow and it’s nicely priced at $40 plus shipping. I personally love it since it’s beautifully clear, allowing the person topping to see the ass their beating, and it feels perfect in the hand and on the ass. If you’re considering a paddle and know you’re down for more robust sensations, I highly recommend this paddle!
I purchased this paddle with my own money, I just wanted to tell you all about it!
Currently I’m away visiting my family, so my review work is being put on hold. But I’ve been wanting to update you with what you can expect from my blog the rest of October! There’s going to be some very varied content!
I started lusting after an acrylic paddle after Girly Juice raved about hers. While her particular paddle isn’t available anymore, Ethos Leather makes an absolutely GORGEOUS paddle that I purchased for myself and I’m excited to review.
I’ve been keeping up with Kinktober in my journal and I’ve written some pretty raunchy pieces. After running a poll on Twitter, apparently some of you are interested in seeing what gets my motor revved. So expect to see a few of those!
A Horror Move Playlist
The product of Lust Arts and yours truly coming up with a quintessential Halloween watching experience! GOTTA LOVE A DILDO MAKER WHO KNOWS THEIR FILMS.
Pretty in Pink, Better in Butch
A personal piece dealing with how I experience femininity and my constant conflict with it.
For people who are looking to buy their first ropes, a lot can factor into their decisions. Price, maintenance and quality are the first ones to come to mind. I know about these long considerations because last year I was that person making a decision that would affect how I explored bondage. Luckily Twisted Monk provided an answer, and I purchased the Curiosity Cotton Kit and used it happily with my partner for nearly an entire year.
But this month, a challenger arrived. Thanks to RGN Toys, I received the Agreeable Agony rope in a gorgeous blue/black color scheme. They sent me a 30 ft length to compare to the Twisted Monk Cotton rope, and over the past month I’ve been contemplating the two. Having had my partner and I test them, I’m happy to say that I can recommend both of these ropes, but the rope you might ultimately prefer will depend on which sort of play and what rope qualities are most important to you.
The Agreeable Agony rope is spun from a vibrant, man made fiber and is finished with whipped ends. I received the blue and black blend and delightedly ran my hands over it as soon as I freed it from it’s packaging. The feel of the rope is slick, and to my untrained hands it felt silky and strong. The colors, blue and black remind me vaguely of hiking gear and I thought were a delightful change in tone from my other ropes, which are a plain white.
In use, the Agreeable Agony feels strong against the skin. My partner put me in a karada body harness and pulled on me this way and that, seeing how it felt in his hands and how it felt against my skin. He reported that the rope felt more slippery and that the knots seemed a bit less sticky, but found it fun to pull on. On me, the feeling was more intense. While it was never painful, I was more acutely aware of being pulled on, and I was constantly aware of the rope against me. Also, when it was plucked at, the Agreeable Agony rope conducted vibrations better, something to keep in mind.
By contrast, The Twisted Monk Cotton ropes are, as you would expect, spun from cotton and are also finished with whipped ends. To the touch, the cotton ropes feel softer, reminding vaguely of a soft T-shirt. The plain white color is what it is, and I’m content with the classic look, though I might personally like a little more flair with my bondage.
In use, the cotton ropes are much softer against my skin. When my partner put me in a body harness using the cotton ropes, the tactile experience was gentler against my body. A more sensual bondage compared to the more intense and focused and more intense bondage experience that the Agreeable Agony gave me. When pulled on, my partner reported that the knots felt sturdier and the sensation of being pulled on was softened. The entire experience was a soft, sensual one and something I personally enjoyed quite a bit.
When taking care of these ropes, neither need to be oiled regularly, so carving out time to service your ropes isn’t necessary the way it is with hemp ropes. They also both come with a fascinating feature! Should your ropes get dirty, whether through body fluids or otherwise, both of these ropes are machine washable. I can verify the washability of these ropes; I put both in pillowcases and washed them with two caps of Twisted Monk’s Rope Soap on a delicate cycle. Both came out of the wash with no wear or degradation. However, the cotton ropes were more twisted and had more kinks in it, requiring gentle stretching and a hang drying to ensure these ropes were as good as new. The Agreeable Agony looked pretty much the same. However, I was feeling adventurous and decided that I wasn’t going to hand dry these. I kept the Agreeable Agony in the pillowcase and tossed it in my dryer on a low cycle. I had worried it would shrink or would otherwise warp. I was delighted to see that the rope withstood the dryer and lives to tie me another day.
In summary, the Agreeable Agony is a low maintenance rope that delivers a more intense bondage session and appeals to people looking for a quirky aesthetic rope. The Twisted Monk Cotton rope requires a little more care, but for people who want a softer and gentler bondage experience, this is the rope for them. With my personal preferences, I enjoyed the feel of the cotton rope more, but I can’t deny the ease of use of the Agreeable Agony, as well as the wide variety of colors available. With this in mind, I find myself heartily recommending both ropes as both beginner friendly and as excellent first ropes. Happy tying all!
I wrote this honest review in exchange for a commission from RGN Toys. All feelings are my own. Thanks RGN Toys!
Welcome to another installment of Cryptokink, wherein I explore some of the more fantastical fetishes that I’ve found online. This time I’m examining teratophilia, something that’s grown quite a bit more popular on the internet!
So what is teratophilia? According to the definition provided by Wikitionary it is: “1. The paraphilia characterized by sexual attraction to deformed or monstrous people. 2. Attraction to monsters.” But what does this mean in practice? For some people, it might mean an attraction to people considered conventionally ugly, leaning towards the first listed definition. But for a growing population on the internet, and for the purposes of this post, it means that they get turned on by things that are…more than human.
In reality, teratophilia, or at least a degree of it, is quite common. Paranormal Romance is a sub-genre that is rapidly gaining popularity within the romance market, featuring broody vampire or werewolf boyfriends which woo the heroines and the readers. Twilight comes to mind as a popular, if somewhat nasty example of the growing trend. The television series Teen Wolf also comes to mind, as well as the Netflix series Hemlock Grove, which I personally enjoyed. This doesn’t necessarily mean that everyone who liked Edward Cullen in middle school is now a card-carrying teratophile. Just that this fetish, despite its seeming niche appearance is actually pretty common.
Of course, teratophilia isn’t just sulky vampires who can’t decide between fucking and eating you. A number of the kinksters who identify as teratophiles actually see vampires and succubi as the ‘vanilla’ version of the kink. A significant amount of teratophilic art features aberrant, eldritch horrors getting it on with their human counterparts, often with these human counterparts enthusiastically receiving their alien lover. What Lovecraft considered horrifying and ghastly, these individuals consider a perfect fuck buddy. Often times, teratophilia will coincide with a number of kinks. Oviposition, which I wrote about earlier, is often in tandem with a monstrous lover. Some inflation porn coincides with having a monster pump you full of its fluids. Macro/microphilia occasionally plays its part in scenarios, with the monster towering above its lover by a significant margin. Put simply, teratophilia enjoys a lot of crossover appeal because of how broad the definition of monster is.
So, if you are a teratophiliac, how is it exactly that you get your fix? While monster roleplay is certainly an option, I most often hear of it indulged through written or visual erotica. Some erotica uses real life actors, with some of the actors posing as the monster, while other pornography uses either drawn or CGI characters to get the desired effect of monster fucking. In addition to this, there are also a number of companies that make fantastically shaped sex toys to really scratch that itch for teratophiles. While many large brands worry about veering too far off the human model, other brands such as Uberrime, XenoCat, Lust Arts, and Exotic Erotics have stepped forward to meet the challenge. Each of these companies produce unique designs that are pleasurable in their own right, as well as potentially scratching that itch of someone wanting to get it on with a creature of the night.
A lot of teratophilia fiction is available on blogging platforms like Tumblr and on fanfiction sites like Ao3 if you’re interested in exploring on your own. On Tumblr, there are both SFW and NSFW teratophile blogs, allowing you to engage with the material at your level of comfort. As with most kinks, teratophilia can be experienced in a variety of ways and moods, so for as many stories featuring a borderline violent encounter with a monster in the dark, there are beautiful stories of tender fucking with your loving orc spouse. And so with that, I leave you to go out and find your own perfect monster significant other!