HAPPY NATIONAL MAPLE SYRUP DAY!
And to celebrate I have presented you with a deliciously sticky dessert (see reblog)…a delectable picture
And in the immortal (are they still around?) of Def Leopard, as creatively-quoted by my VERY witty friend Melicent S.:
Pour some syrup on me, C’mon fire me up, Pour your syrup on me, Oh, I can’t get enough, I’m hot, sticky sweet, From my head to my feet!
xxx c.
I remember when I first ever donned a garter belt. I was 15 years-old, a virgin, and extremely sexually curious. At the time, I was masturbating regularly to my mother’s long-forgotten 1970’s erotica and vividly imagining what all of these unknown sensations were to actually experience.
In my “real-life” I craved anything that might duplicate my paper-back fantasies…in them, the women were in control…confident…sensual…and always sheathed in luxurious lingerie…leather…lace…vinyl…silk…their lingerie seemed to mirror their persona…naughty, sweet, nasty…and for me, the most iconic item these women wore was always the garter belt.
The Garter Belt seemed to differentiate the normal woman from the truly sexually-confident woman.
It was sex.
The way it sits against the hip, it’s straps laid delicately on naked thigh holding-up oh so delicate stockings.
Classic. Beautiful. Alluring.
I remember the first time I finagled my mother into buying me one, two actually, ivory and one black lace. I have no idea what possessed her, probably only the desire to quell a momentary fancy of her overly imaginative daughter, but acquiesce she did and I got my lingerie. Tiny and delicate I was fascinated…standing in front of the full-length mirror in my pink holly-hobby bedroom, I was pleasantly pleased; I looked sexy, in control…like the women in my fantasies…until I tried to attach the hose.
Bent at a cock-eyed angle I struggled with the fasteners endlessly endeavoring to attach the hose without much luck initially.
It always took me at least 20 minutes to strap myself in…still does…and yet all that effort seemed worth it (still does)…like, of course a woman in control of her sexual desires would take care to dress accordingly…and that prize comes with a cost…it is not without effort.
Oh…but it is so worth it.
I currently find myself in the position of donning my “ancient symbol” of female sensuality, The Garter Belt, nearly daily now…and it still titillates…satisfies…and imbues great power.
I love it….and feel completely honored to have been given this little window in my life…to explore…to experience more of my sensuality…from a nymphobrainiacs perspective, of course. In truth, I could not do it without my Garter Belt…no way…it would be like going into battle without my weapon. A girl MUST always have her accessories, my dear…always!
Xxx c.
Today I found myself thinking about cockrings.
There are several reasons for this (which will have to be discussed at a later date), but the most important motivation being: I have yet to focus on MALE PLEASURE for Sex Toy Tuesday…What a terrible oversight on my part! One that I will act to rectify that, going forward starting with THIS WEEK’S edition.
And so, without further ado:
COCKRINGS
There are many variations of the basic cockring, usually a elastic form of silicone, plastic, or leather that secures around the cock itself or around both the cock and testicles. To use, you slip the ring over the semi-erect penis and continue stimulation until a full-erection is attained. The purpose of the cockring is two-fold:
AND with the edition of “vibration”…
Quite a handy little sex toy, if you ask me. And there are many variations on the theme:
Vibrating Bullet
The Double-Strap
Weighted
Who knew there was such variety for our boys?!?! I am quite taken with these little treats and have used the vibrating versions with much success…In fact, I have a little secret…ppppssssst! The vibration carries through the entire “member” right to your…Well you get the point. Which brings me to a NEW evolution in cockring development:
The His & Hers Vibrating Rabbits!
Notice how…the rabbits face OPPOSITE WAYS…in this manner vibrating stimulation can occur during penetration, on both counts: His Testicles and Her Clitoris. It’s pure genius!
I don’t know about you, but I have some holiday shopping to do, nothing like the gift that keeps on giving…heehee!
Happy Holidays & Sex Toy Tuesday, xxx c.
During a recent visit to a local pharmancy/convenience store chain here in NYC…I discovered something…sneaky…something covert and even, dare I say…INNAPROPRIATE?!?
Right next to the rack of ladies panties hose was THIS:
A VIBRATOR!
Disguised as a Dr.Scholl‘s “Mini Handheld Massager!
The humanity! The horror! What if little Tommy sees this and deems it the perfect gift for Mommy’s, “tight shoulders”?!? What if…I say! Well, of course the answer is…Mommy will find this gift’s ulterior motive most… pleasureful!
Not to mention that the thrifty cost of $14.99 (at Rite Aid) makes this neck massager a/k/a vibrator competitively priced when measured against comparable adult toys such as say The Rabbit, The Rocket, or The Magic Wand. How can this be? Those toys run upwards of $30 retail?!? Well, right away I think about the power…perhaps Dr. Scholl’s (known for shoe/foot products as I recall) doesn’t quite measure up to the high-powered vibes we know and love purchased in “proper” online or local sex-toy shops.
There is only one way to find out…
Yeah…I will have to get back to you on this entry. Hey, what’s the worse case scenario? I am out $14.99 and have a perfectly appropriate neck massager!
Stay Tuned…and enjoy your Sex Toy Tuesday NIGHT!
xxx c.
