Long time no see, Sinful Sunday folks! I figured I’d dive right in this week with the image above. For the first time ever, I wrote on myself, and by request the writings told a wonderfully filthy story. I found this act to be so erotic that I had the most intense play and orgasms I’ve experienced in months. I’m talking Pure Wand and Hitachi and puddles and insatiable need. It was so fun!

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I propped my laptop on the edge of my bed, straddling it with my legs. You watched as I slowly undressed, reveling in your gaze. I certainly admired my view of you, naked and erect, grinning like a fool who just won the lottery.

I traced your tattoos with my eyes, taking in the sight of skin, wishing I could rake your bare chest and arms with my nails as we make rough love. I couldn’t resist peaking quickly and powerfully as I fucked myself senseless. I’m an exhibitionist on my stage: watch me as I buck and purr for you, daddy.

I came for you in my most vulnerable state. Grief-stricken and lost, I knew I had you and your desire to pull me through my troubles. I needed your appreciation and adoration. Being able to play for you brought such sweet joy.

I could have cried upon seeing the love in your eyes. The way you blew me kisses and thanked me for sharing myself with you emphasized the chasm that preceded that moment. I was selling myself short rather than demanding for more. We both came intensely and tirelessly such that we rode the waves of pleasure as it swam through our bodies, never wanting it to end, but grinning even when it did.

It opened a new chapter of healing for me, with you at my side throughout. Sometimes it is enough to fulfill a role for each other, for the time being. But I look forward to the possibility of it becoming more someday. xoxo

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Because I identify as a highly sexual person, this somehow means that I should be fucking every person I meet. This means that I should be actively pursuing people to fuck. This means that every day/hour/minute I’m not fucking someone(s) I should be rubbing my clit and fucking myself excessively because that’s what being a highly sexual being must entail, right?

I can be a bit sarcastic, but you hopefully get the point. I am not at the point in my life, nor with the right people, to be able to maximize my sexual relationships and experiences. This doesn’t mean that I am not a highly sexual person and this doesn’t mean that I am unhappy. Sex finds its way into my life every single day through various mediums. Sometimes I read articles about sexual health or I review a sex toy. Other times I share feminist, sex-positive news with people and other times I watch porn. At times I masturbate a bajillion times in a day, and other days I don’t masturbate even once. Often On occasion I have phone sex or I write an erotic story. I am a single, independent, sexual woman. I am a young professional out in the world, finding my way, earning a living and the frequency of intercourse does not define me.

I want to find a significant other(s). I want to live with someone I love. I just happen to be alone for the time being, and that is not a bad thing, nor a deficient thing. I don’t want to have random sex with strangers (yet) because I am looking for something else, and I am happy to wait to get what I want.

There is a piece in Best Sex Writing 2013 that resonated with me because it addressed how society shames virgins, because a person shouldn’t wait to have sex with someone special, but a person should want to fuck at any given opportunity that crops up–and in fact, create opportunities through which sex is likely to happen as soon as fucking possible. This is unfair. People should be allowed to lead the sexual or asexual lives they want to lead. I expect my future to be full of lots of sexcapades and experiences to learn and try new things with people. Others don’t expect a future filled with sexual plans like mine but instead expect intimacy on many other levels.

We as a society should be more aware of when we are applying our judgments upon others in a negative way. For example, a 40 year-old virgin isn’t a deficient person and isn’t leading an insufficient life merely because he/she/they is a virgin. There’s value in waiting for whatever life situation is perceived worthwhile to be waiting for. I lost my virginity a few years ago and in some ways I wish I would have waited at least for my first serious relationship, because then it would have been more special. However, I was a content, sexual person even before I lost my virginity.

My current rationale is that I’d rather fuck myself than fuck someone who might not do it as well as my hands and brain and toys can. *wink* But who knows. I do think I sense new partner(s) on the horizon. If you try to say toys are replacements of partners and even cocks, I will lecture you. Inanimate objects never replace people. Toys allow people to explore, learn, enhance, and embrace their sexualities more easily. I still want a partner in crime, duh.

And quite frankly, when I wait longer between sexcapades, or masturbation rounds for that matter, the reward is only sweeter.

And do you know what’s even sweeter and sexier than waiting? Knowing I’ll blog about it. xoxo

First point: This curved, stainless steel dildo is amazing. The Pure Wand has the perfect curve that follows the contour my vagina, almost too perfectly, because at times I crave more friction and resistance with dildo shapes and textures. When it presses against my G-spot, it presses hard with its 1.5 pounds of badass stainless steel. It feels great and is really easy to use, except for the slight resistance getting into the vagina initially and the fact that once you pop you can’t stop. (Pringles reference! They should pay me.) I never want to stop using this dildo once I start, and every time I use it I am pleasantly reminded. The Pure Wand is made for G-spot stimulation, and with the large, heavy ball at the end, how could it miss?  This is my favorite toy yet.

Second point: I didn’t heed Epiphora’s warning to put towels down before trying the Pure Wand out, and I very much regretted not doing so. I seriously soaked my bedding down to the mattress. Oi. So, be warned, this toy can and will cause you to gush fluids. More fluids than you could ever anticipate imagine.

Third point: While this is a simple, solid metal dildo, it makes my vagina queef noisily more than anything else ever. Using this toy is not discreet at times because it unabashedly makes my vagina make sounds I hadn’t thought were possible at such a volume. This amuses me almost as much as fart jokes. Granted, the Pure Wand makes me queef easily because I once I start thrusting with this toy, I don’t want to stop until I become a soaked, sweaty pile of exhaustion and bliss. Queefing is inevitable. Queef.

I really like how cool the metal feels when I first insert this dildo. The Pure Wand is long enough to hold firmly and comfortably. The handle end has a smaller ball on it (which is also insertable) and this helps you grasp it. It never slips out of my hand as my juices never reach that far down the Wand. The heaviness of this toy is ideal for exercising my PC muscles too.

Product details:

• Material: medical grade stainless steel
• Length: 11 inches
• Width: 1.5 inches
• Weight: 1.5+ pounds
• Cleaning: boilable, dishwasher-safe, soap & water, toy cleaner
• Nonporous and nontoxic
• Latex-free, phthalates-free, hypoallergenic

You haven’t known G-spot pleasure until you’ve tried this toy. Seriously.

Queef. What a hideous word for such a beautifully hilarious sound.

Thanks to a wonderful reader for sending this toy my way! You folks spoil me rotten! xoxo

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Knowing Daddy was about to phone me, I hurriedly crawled into bed, pulled down my tights and panties, exposing my mound to the cool autumnal air that was seeping through my window. I had some dildos at my side; I was wet with the excitement of my plan. Daddy didn’t know it yet, but this was the first time I’d play and come for him on the phone. I couldn’t wait.

With growing excitement and impatience, I teased my pussy with the smaller dildo by sticking in just the tip. As it rested barely inside of me, I began rubbing my clit slowly just when the phone rang.

“Hello, Kitten. How are you?” The slight hint of his accent always gets me hot.

“I’m fine, how are you Daddy?” I purred, wiggling around on my bed to get comfortable.

“What’s up, Kitten? Your voice sounds… different.”

“It’s nothing bad,” I smiled,  “I’m just in bed, about to play for you.”

“Ahhh…I see. This is your sexy voice.” Daddy said, laughing. Surely there was a twinkle in his eye, a semi in his pants.

I quickened the rhythm of my rubbing, enough for my heart to race. Little sexy moans escaped my lips as I knew Daddy enjoyed them too. I imagined him wiggling as he drove, desperate for a release from the trap I caught him in. We flirted while we talked of possible tomorrows and what I needed to do to myself at the present. I happily pleased myself to tease him; he simply adored it.

“Kitten, I’m almost at work. Daddy needs you to come for him. Think you can do that?” His voice strained but sexy. The arousal was heard in the slight huskiness of his words. I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in his lap, riding him to completion like the good little slut I can be, only for him.

“Yes Daddy.” I breathed, panting. I was too aroused, too worked up for Daddy. The slow build up during the call was just what I needed to push myself to the brink of a big orgasm. I needed this. My pussy was dripping wet, the bigger dildo slid easier in and out of me. I was really working up a sweat from needing to please him, to come for him.

“I’m coming Daddy.” I mouthed at the phone, forgetting he’d only hear my breath exhale in a sharp hiss. I found release with my dildo stuck tight in my pussy, refusing to concede completion. I arched my back with the finish, I clamped my eyes shut as I imagined him ejaculating on me, in me, for me. Daddy was mine.

“Time for chores,” Daddy said. xoxo

I love myself, even with all of my imperfections and quirks. I love pleasuring myself, taking care of myself, and supporting myself. Especially when others don’t. I need to treat myself like the special little kitten that I am.

Life lesson? Love yourself.     (For the record, I broke out a dildo during this sesh.)

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She was bored.

What to do? She thought. There was always one, best answer to that, and she smiled to herself as she stood up and wriggled out of her pantyhose. Hiking up her skirt, she sat back down at her desk and turned on a dirty video.

Sneakily she stuck her hand down her underwear, searching for the very particular position that she likes best. Three fingers, surrounding her clitoris; no direct contact and no penetration. This time.

Rubbing little circles round and a round; she feels her own heat and moisture between her legs. The lady on the video begins to yelp and moan with arousal clinging to her voice. This urges her on, as she wants to join in on the fun being had.

Below her hand she feels her clit stiffening with pleasure, getting larger before it disappears just before the climax. Feeling her body respond to such horny sights and sounds, she bites her lower lip , furrows her brow and presses even harder onto her vulva. She wants to come. Not a big orgasm, oh dear me, no. But rather, a little peak. Enough to make her heart thump and her pussy damp.

A quick play, for a little Wicked Wednesday.

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