New Music!Posted by Sarahbear on October 26, 2011
A couple of weeks ago, a friend posted a link to an article and video about Boyz II Men on Facebook. We found out they were releasing a new album on October 25th (yesterday) and we were really excited to get it. We picked up “Twenty” at the store this morning and it has satisfied my nostalgia and introduced me to new good music. My favorite song so far is “More Than You’ll Ever Know” —
AdjustingPosted by Sarahbear on October 23, 2011
I’ve mentioned a few other times that I have had major issues with my menstrual cycles. It’s been happening for about 4 years now. Every doctor I have been to has put me on the newest hormonal birth control being pushed. It seemed to work, for a month or two, then I’d get moody and depressed from all the estrogen. So I would stop taking it, and the problems would come back. I would go longer and longer without having a period, and then I would have one that lasted several weeks.
On top of that, I would bust my ass trying to lose weight and get about 30 lbs off before the longest period of my life happened and I started eating everything that didn’t move. Obviously, I would put the weight back on in a short span of time.
Friday I was able to meet with a new OB/GYN who told me that he suspects I have insulin resistance and metabolic syndrome. He also said he thinks I may be dealing with some PCOS and thyroid problems. He said they’re all sort of inter-related and cyclical, so they make each other worse. He prescribed some estrogen to flush out my period and get it to stop and metformin to try to get the insulin issues taken care of. It’s weird, because I do feel a bit better, though I am exhausted. I’m sure it’s got something to do with the heavy bleeding.
Aside from the major issues I’ve been dealing with, I have had no sex drive. I brought it up to this doctor and he actually addressed instead of glossing over it. Though he did mention that it tends to happen with kids and life keeping you busy, he wasn’t dismissive. He asked if it was exhaustion or if I just had no interest ever. It’s been the latter for a while now, so he wants to get my testosterone levels tested with everything else. I’m going to head to the doctor’s office in the morning to get my blood drawn, hopefully, and wait on those results.
In the mean time, I’m adjusting to the new medicines well and I’m hoping we sort out these issues. Increased sex drive means more toy reviews, hopefully just in time for Christmas!
Looking Forward to VacationPosted by Sarahbear on October 5, 2011
My husband is taking his vacation starting Saturday and should be off for the entire week. No interruptions from work. The kids will be in school most days and that will leave us a bit of time to reconnect. It seems like he’s been working nonstop the past five weeks, so this time off is very welcome. While I’m in class, he can help get some of the housework done.
We need this time. We’ve neglected each other for responsibilities for too long, and busy times are coming with the holiday season approaching. I’m hoping we can establish a better schedule and not let it get this bad again.
Review: Nexus SiloPosted by Sarahbear on September 25, 2011
If you’ve never heard of Nexus before, they’re a luxury sex toy manufacturing company. Their prostate massagers are some of the most popular in the industry and there is an obvious reason for this.
Because they’re awesome!
Chloe from Nexus sent me a few of their products to try out a couple of months back and the Silo was one of them.
The Silo
For starters, the Silo is one of the prostate plugs offered by Nexus. All that means is that it’s more of a hands free option. The design allows it to slide in and stay put while stimulating the prostate. If you squeeze or flex the muscles in that area, the plug will sort of rock back and forth to massage your prostate. It can be worn during sex or masturbation. A lot of times, the natural muscle spasms from having an orgasm and movements you use to thrust will be enough to move the plug.
Having said all of that, the plug was too large for Phallicity to enjoy. He wasn’t comfortable using it for anal play (on me or himself) because it’s size and shape are more geared for very advanced butt players. It’s made of a 100% matte silicone, which creates a bit more of a drag and gives some resistance to entry. It also doesn’t really have a slow taper that lends itself to more gentle anal use. Eventually, he may decide he’s ready for it, but for now he’s content to use the smaller plugs and massagers we own (and will be reviewing soon!).
Next to the Fun Factory Bootie (left) and Njoy Pure Plug small (right) for size comparison.
Next to other toys again, for size comparison.
So, we used it for g-spot stimulation. The same curve and stiffness of the toy that makes it ideal for prostate massage, make it a good g-spot toy. It’s relatively short and doesn’t have much of a handle, so for solo use it’s awkward to try to use, but it’s divine when you have a partner there to rock it around.
A few safety and care tips about the Silo:
Other than that, enjoy it!
More To ItPosted by Sarahbear on September 19, 2011
If I’ve learned anything about cheating, it’s that the cheating isn’t the problem. It’s merely a symptom of the problem. It may complicate the problem, causing hurt feelings and mistrust all around, but ultimately there are deeper issues that need to be tackled.
The situation I mentioned in my last post is no different. I spent my day yesterday, after taking two of the kids to Urgent Care to get prescriptions for strep, scrubbing and deep cleaning my sister’s house with her and a friend. I say house, but we only managed to get the kitchen and living room mostly done. She has a full time job and started going to school with me full time on top of that, so she needed the help. Where she should have gotten it is something I won’t address because it still pisses me off.
She’s overwhelmed. She’s exhausted. She can not physically do all of it alone and something has to give. He’s not making her life any easier and she is miserable. You can just tell when you see her. It’s even more apparent when she randomly bursts into tears every time we’re together and tells me that she has given up and doesn’t want to fight with him anymore.
I’ve advised her to go after what she wants in life. She’s too young and too good of a person to be miserable over a relationship. She may be moving back in with me soon. I feel like I’m barely hanging onto the edge of a cliff reaching out for her as far as I can and she’s hesitating about reaching back for me to help her up. It’s difficult to watch and let her make her own mistakes when I want to swoop in and save my baby sister. I know it’s a path she has to navigate herself though. I’ll just have to be here when she’s ready to grab my hand and let me pull her up.
If I Had it to do AgainPosted by Sarahbear on September 14, 2011
Tomorrow’s date is etched in my mind (September 15th). It’s the day that I found a text message on my husband’s phone that drastically altered my life. A simple “It’s suppose to rain in ATL this weekend, baby.” had the power to rock my world to it’s foundation and turn it upside down.
Two years later, we’re in a much better place. I’ve been thinking of the events that occurred during August and September of 2009 simply because it’s been two years. It’s been more of a reflection on how far we’ve come in that short two years.
It’s also been because someone pretty close to me is experiencing the all too familiar signs of cheating from their boyfriend. She’s busier now, with new responsibilities in her life like college on top of a full-time job. He has a job too and their schedules clash a lot. He reconnected with an old friend, they exchanged numbers and now they’re texting each other all the time. No big deal on it’s own. People are allowed to have friends of the opposite sex, if they know where the boundaries in their relationship are.
… but he’s hiding his phone and messages. He’s staying up late after his girlfriend has gone to bed to talk to the old friend or texting her after he drops his girlfriend off at work. He’s got the whole ‘Nothing is going on, baby.’ story down, but there’s something obviously wrong when people around town are asking if they broke up. There’s something seriously screwed up when the ‘old friend’ is having her friends go harass the girlfriend at her job or when she screams obscenities at her when she drives by at a restaurant. When after the girlfriend has told him that it hurts her or that she’s worried about the amount of time he spends talking (texting/visiting) with the ‘old friend’ and he continues to do it despite how uncomfortable it makes the girlfriend and the strain it has obviously put on the relationship. When the ‘old friend’ visits him at work daily. When he hides behind her car when his girlfriend pulls into the parking lot. When there’s a string of ‘You aren’t spending enough time with me or paying attention to me anymore!’ that shift to ‘You are constantly up my ass! Give me some space!’ remarks in the span of a day. There is a very big conflict of interests there.
The signs are beyond obvious for someone who has not only been cheated on, but has also been the cheater. I recall exactly how Chad behaved. I know the lies and excuses I made up to conduct my own affair.
Last night, I was asked what she should do. I told her my opinions and how I would have changed what I did, because hindsight is 20/20.
Should she block her number from his phone?
I responded with “Give him enough rope to hang himself.” My position on this is that if he cares enough about the relationship, he will end things on his own. If he continues, it’s obvious he does not care. Chad agrees, saying that if it comes to the point where you have to block her from talking to him, just leave. Besides, blocking her number isn’t going to solve anything. Jess simply contacted Chad at work (as she had become familiar with his work schedule and called 411 to get the number) and through a secret email account. You can not stop them from communicating if that’s what they want to do. I can say that I am grateful that neither of our mister/mistress lived nearby. That would have made it that much easier to get in touch with them after numbers had been blocked or changed. It also would have made the aftermath more painful, had we had to see that person around town.
Chad and I really loved each other. We also had children, a mortgage and a lot of other reasons to work things out. We wanted to work things out. So we did. Their relationship is young, just a year long, and they don’t have any responsibilities. If she wants things one way and he another, she has to decide what her time and effort is worth to her and if she would be happier with someone else.
Cheating is painful, no matter what the stage of your relationship. There is something about betrayal that just cuts like a knife. You deserve what you want in life just like your partner deserves what they want. Sometimes it’s not each other. If you aren’t comfortable opening up your relationship (which is absolutely 100% okay), end things. Go out and get what you deserve from your life. It only happens once and you don’t want to waste any time in a miserable relationship.
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Studying is Hard…Posted by Phallicity on September 2, 2011
He had been reading the Federalists Papers for his political science class. The wording was archaic and went in circles. He had read the same paragraph twice now, trying to make sense of the old documents. He was just about to start the third attempt when she walked into the library.
Sasha was in the same class and sat a few seats in front of him. She was short and sweet, her body full of curves. She had on plaid skirt and a white short-sleeve button-up. He watched her every move, trying not to look obvious.
She set her books down and grabbed a chair at the next table over. She caught him looking and smiled. He smiled back as she pulled out her book and started studying. She adjusted her skirt and he caught a flash of smooth skin and pink fabric. She glanced up, blushing and he became amazed at the intricate detail in the grain of wood in the table. When he looked back up, she was reading.
He took the time to drink her in. Since she sits so far ahead in class, he hadn’t had a chance to talk with her or really even get a good look at her before now. Her rich brown hair was pulled back in a loose pony and draped over one shoulder. Her glasses slid down to the end of her nose as she read, making her look smart and sexy. His eyes slid down her shoulders, enjoying the swell of her breasts, the delicious dip in her cleavage that was just visible over the buttons.
She glanced up and caught him looking, causing his face to flush red. She blushed a little and smiled, arching a finely sculpted eyebrow. She fanned herself coyly, brushing some stray hairs off her face and slowly flicked the next button in her shirt loose. She fluffed the shirt to cool herself, revealing a decadent amount of fair, supple flesh.
He felt his own grin stretching across his face, his eyes hungrily devouring the sight of her. Her smile turned at the corners, taking on a mischievous air. She flicked the next button free, almost carelessly, and he saw the full curve of her breast cradled in sexy pink lace. His pulse was pounding through him, his head spinning lightly as his cock responded eagerly, stretching and throbbing against his jeans.
On impulse, he slowly unzipped his jeans and wiggled his dick free. It ached against the heat of his hand and the pressure of his grip and he wanted to jack off right there. He felt his face flush with the heat of lust as he rubbed his hand slowly over the head. Sasha’s eyes lit up and she ran a tongue, pink and tasty, across her full lips. Her own hand slipped beneath the table and she spread her thighs slightly, her skirt falling aside to show off her pink and white panties.
He nearly drooled on the table, staring up her skirt in the middle of the library. It was a slow day, but there were people at other tables. He didn’t care. To him, there was only Sasha, pink lace, plaid skirt and those gorgeous thighs.
She bit her lip teasingly and her fingers tugged at the pink fabric, pulling it slowly to the side. Soft lips, pink as her own tongue and glistening with lust parted around her fingers as she slipped them inside, her eyes rolling slightly as she kept her gaze locked with his. He was frantic now, squeezing the head of his cock and rubbing it as fast as he dared with his fingers. He could feel his control slipping as he watched her wiggle her fingers in and out of her juicy little cunt.
Heels echoed down the hall and he flicked his book down into his lap. The librarian approached Sasha as she jumped, startled by the woman’s appearance. He caught snatches of the whispered conversation, something about her blouse being inappropriate for public. Sasha apologized profusely and gathered her things to leave.
He quickly adjusted himself and began packing up his stuff, thankful he hadn’t been caught with his dick out in public. He was in the middle of berating himself for doing something so completely idiotic when he felt a presence behind him.
Sasha slid something across the table, her face still flushed as she smiled nervously.
“I’ll see you in class.”
She walked away without looking back. He scrambled to the table and snatched up the scrap of paper.
He smiled and immediately committed her number to memory, pocketing the little note.
Who knew the library could be so much damn fun?
She’s a Handful…Posted by Phallicity on August 20, 2011
He slid inside her like a glove, flexing his fingers. She was warm and tight, her pussy wet and slick with lust. It made hungry little sounds as he slipped his fingers in and out, her pleasure dripping off his hand. She squirmed and wiggled, glancing back over her shoulder as she rested on her hands and knees, her luscious ass swaying as he toyed with her. She purred under his touch and he played her like his favorite instrument.
Tap, tap, tap…
He flicked his fingers together in one motion, the pads of his fingertips pressing into her g-spot in a slow, steady rhythm. Her purrs became louder, deeper, full of wanton lust. Her smell was all over him and his hand was slick with her passion.
He pulled out of her and sucked on his fingers, savoring that sweet flavor and scent that was the essence of her desire. She made a small sound and arched her ass into him, her pussy hot against his own urgent need. She shivered slightly as his cock throbbed against her. He lost his own breath when her soft hands wrapped around him, rubbing the head back and forth over her swollen clit.
He stifled a moan and slipped his fingers inside her again slowly…
One… A small shiver coursed down her back.
Two… A low, lusty moan curled from her full lips.
Three… She squeezed his cock in her hands and he answered her with a moan of his own.
Four… Her breath came out in a throaty gasp and she slipped her hand along his shaft, sliding easily up and down with her own lust dripping from her lips onto his cock.
He squeezed and massaged her inside, rubbing in strong, slow circles her most sensitive and hard to reach spots. She shuddered and moaned and he felt her pussy squeeze and contract around his hand and he quickened the pace, sliding his hand in and out faster, harder, until her cunt was making happy, wet sounds. Her voice shot up an octave as her moans escalated into screams. She gripped his cock in both hands and rubbed the head frantically against her clit as she stroked his shaft. Her head and shoulders.
He used all four fingers as one, a single thick, flexible digit, and curled them fast and hard into her g-spot. Her voice broke and shattered and she squeezed his cock in response. He felt his dick throb madly in her hands as a final wave of pleasure crashed over him, his cum sticky and wet on her hands, thighs and stomach.
He kept fucking her with his hand, over and over into that special spot. Her cum came out in a hot spray, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. He slowed his fingers, winding her down as more of her pleasure squirted and splashed down his chest, his stomach and dripped off his cock. Her moans subsided and she rolled to her side, covered in sheen of sweat and her thighs sticky with their cum. The sheets were splattered with sex. It was a hot, sticky, wet mess and he loved every minute of it.
Brief UpdatePosted by Sarahbear on August 17, 2011
I’m sure you may have noticed my absence and that my husband has been posting some erotica recently. I just started college and my kids went back to school, so I have a lot on my plate right now. I’m getting a routine down and figuring out where I’ve got free time to squeeze in blogging. I’ve currently got a bit of reading to do for my English and Political Science classes, so I don’t have much time. I thought you all deserved an update though.
First, thank you to the people who have used my affiliate links in the past month or two to make purchases. I really appreciate the boost in income and I hope my reviews helped you select items you will enjoy. Don’t worry, I don’t know who you are or what you ordered. All of that is private. I just know that 5 or 6 people have got wonderful things from Eden Fantasys and Better Sex recently. Feel free to email me (sarahbear0683@yahoo.com) if you’d like to let me know how you like what you ordered (I will not share anything in the email without your permission) or if you would like advice on other purchases. Keep it anonymous if you want. I just hope you have a blast.
I also wanted to let you know what I’ve been enjoying lately. I found my sex drive again! Chad and I have been having sex more frequently and I’ve also spent some time masturbating. I’ve spent quite a bit of time with my Eroscillator, my Pure Wand, my Randy, my Tex, My Ophoria Beyond 3 and even played around with the Njoy Pure Plug. I love the Nexus Silo (sent to me by the lovely Chloe from Nexus) and will find time to review it this weekend while the kids are at school. So if you’re looking for something new to try, I can recommend any of those.
Now back to my studying!
A Letter to the AuthorPosted by Phallicity on August 11, 2011
To my Sarah…
I see you. A beautiful woman, full of life and love. Your gorgeous dark hair, pale skin and freckles, the curve of your hips. I love your green eyes and pouty lips. I love your smile, your touch, your scent. I love wrapping myself in sheets that smell like you. I love sharing your warmth under the blankets. I love seeing you happy.
I hear you. I hear your sharp wit, your charm and great sense of humor. I love making you laugh and hearing it keeps me laughing. I love your intelligence and your logic, how passionate you are about your beliefs. I love being the person who gets to share those with you.
I feel for you. I hurt when you hurt. Over past experiences with friends, lovers, and family. I feel your pain and want to hold you so tight. I wish the girl back then could see the woman you are now and know she will be alright. That she is worth it. That she is beautiful. That she is amazing. I wish she could see your success, your confidence, your dedication.
I trust you. You are my best friend. I have never felt closer to anyone in my life. You are the single most frustratingly beautiful, stubbornly charming, crazily sexy woman in the world. Through all of our time together, everything we have done and shared with each other comes down to this. There is no safer place for me than in your heart and no safer place for you than in my arms.
I love you. I could search the rest of my life and not find another like you. I tell you every day and still don’t tell you often enough. I love you, Sarah.
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