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Always on His Mind

I’ve noticed a trend and it’s one I love. My husband loves to wrote stories. Since we began reviewing sex toys his stories are more sexual in nature. We had been exchanging stories via text message and on our own private blog for a while. Now he’s found an outlet on his own blog and submits his erotica to eLust whenever he can. He’s been participating in twitterotica with EdenFantasys and even fussed at me for not telling him there was such a contest. He even tweets about it when there isn’t a contest going on, just because he loves it.

And it’s fucking hot!

He’s got a way with words. I love reading anything he writes. I probably love reading it more than other people because I can see myself and our love life through his words. I mean, we talk a lot about our sex life. About our dreams, our wants, and our desires, but there is something about the way he tells a story that says so much more. The women he describes always have a resemblance to me, both in appearance and demeanor. The places they go are places we’ve gone or have talked about going. The things they do usually involve some aspect of our own sex life. Even when he was in the midst of an affair he was thinking of me, as crazy as that sounds. I’ve read the erotica he and The Whore shared and those stories weren’t about her. They were about me. Always. One of the stories in particular was about a night out. A woman with her hair curled in a lovely black dress and a trip to the restaurant.

He adores when I curl my hair. He always has. At the restaurant the woman ordered fried ravioli and stuffed chicken marsala, which is what I order every time we go eat at Olive Garden. When I read that story I slapped the shit out of him. I was angry. I saw a series of stories with personal details about me that he was attributing to her. Now that I’ve had time to heal and our relationship is better than ever I’ve realized that what he always wanted was me. It helps me on my bad days to think of that.

Yesterday he came home early from work to take me to the doctor. I had read his most recent story when I woke up that morning. We were going on a date after the appointment. Because of that story I curled my hair. When he walked in his jaw dropped, as expected, and he kept telling me how sexy I was all day. His hands stayed on my neck, fiddling with the curls. He asked if I had read his story and if that was why I curled my hair. I nodded. He said that all of his stories couldn’t feature a brunette with emerald green eyes. I just smiled because I know that no matter what he writes there will always be a piece of me in the stories.

I’m always on his mind.

Review: Going Down

I requested an educational styled porn from Good Vibrations Sex Toys to review recently. It is entitled “Going Down: The Official Guide to Cunnilingus”. In layman’s terms? It’s a video about how to eat pussy. My husband is a huge fan of giving me oral sex but it’s not something I enjoy very much. Sometimes it’s great but most of the time I prefer other methods of bringing me to orgasm. We got this DVD because I thought that perhaps there would be plenty of great advice or techniques we could incorporate to try to make it more enjoyable for me. Though there was a lot of advice, it wasn’t necessarily anything we hadn’t heard before. There also wasn’t’ anything that really made things more enjoyable for me.

Dr. Carol Queen, the Good Vibrations Staff Sexologist and Co-Founder of the Center for Sex and Culture, gives a brief introduction and then walks you through a woman’s anatomy with a vulva pillow. She explains a lot about the different techniques you can use for oral sex and how some of the sensations may feel. In between the scenes they do a Q&A with several people who talk about the different things they enjoy about giving and receiving oral sex. I think this coupled with the information Dr. Queen gives are what make this movie shine. It’s very reassuring to have other people tell you that you’re not weird because you don’t like x, y or z. There are many, many ways that oral sex can be enjoyable and you aren’t doing it wrong. It’s important to relax, do what feels good and to let your lover know when something just isn’t working for you. The cast of the porn scenes included regular people and porn stars.

FAIR WARNING: Screenshots from the porn are behind the cut!

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Review: Bow Mesh Corset

I requested one of the new corsets by Coquette from EdenFantasys for my latest review. I purchased a similar corset right before Christmas and I loved it, so I was pretty sure I would like this one too. I was right.

The Bow Mesh Corset by Coquette is gorgeous. It’s red with lots of pretty black details. The boning is black. There are little black bows randomly scattered all over the place. There’s a lot of thick, ruffling around the bottom of the corset and along the cups. Plus there are 3 larger black, satin bows. One of them is centered between the breasts and then there are two at the bottom over where the garter straps hook on. All of these ribbons and ruffles might be overwhelming or unappealing to some, but it suits me just fine. I love the really feminine look of this piece.

The Bow Mesh Corset is very well made. It’s on the higher end of the spectrum for plastic boned corsets. The plastic boning isn’t as supportive as a metal boned corset is, but it’s flattering to most body shapes. The cups are not very supportive, which was a common complaint about the Polka-Dot Mesh Corset by many. I had the same issue with that corset, but this one seems to have larger cups so it doesn’t make it look like you’re crushing them with your breasts.

The sizing seems to run a bit on the large side, which would be great if this didn’t have hook and eye closures. It would be a bit more customizable if there was a traditional ribbon closure. With the bra style closure you’ll have to be more attentive to the sizing. I wear a 42DD bra and a 16/18 shirt. I picked the 1X/2X size and it’s a bit looser than I would like, but it gets the job done regardless. I feel like if it was just a little tighter, or even if they added one or two more sets of hooks (it’s got two sets about 1/4″ apart) that it would be perfect. The way it is now it just doesn’t quite have enough shaping.

Ruffling along the bottom

The length is perfect for me. I have a long torso and find myself complaining a lot about t-shirts being too short. I’ve also got the dreaded mom pooch and stretch marks. You know, the one where you’ve got this extra skin left over from pregnancy? The length of this and the ruffling along the bottom really help camouflage this area. It’s the only place on my body that I’m terribly self conscious about, and I know that a lot of women are concerned about their bellies too. This corset is flattering and should boost the confidence of any woman. If you’ve got the same sort of body issues that I have and you’re looking for a corset, this style by Coquette is the one I would recommend. Hands down.

Measurements
Bust: 39″ (laid flat and unhooked) stretches to about 44″
Length: The hooks and eyes are 13″ long, with the extra ruffles it’s about 16″ long. From the top of the cup to the bottom in front is 18″ long.

Even with the measurements, it’s very forgiving. I would say that it would fit someone who wears a 46/48 bra size easily and comfortably. I wear a 42 and it’s fairly loose on me.

The Bow Mesh Corset is made of mesh and satin. It’s delicate, like most lingerie, so you’ll want to hand wash it or wash it on the delicate cycle. I would recommend draping it over a shower rod or lying it flat to dry. The plastic boning will conform to your shape after enough wear, and the dryer, even on low, may warp the plastic rods. It comes with 4 garter straps that attach to via these little rubber and metal clips. I’d remove the garter straps when washing and hand wash them separately, just to keep the metal bits from rusting. Also, the hooks and eyes are coated with a black paint that will scrape off with enough fastening. I don’t think that it will take away anything from the aesthetics of the piece, but machine washing may quicken the wearing off of that paint. Store it in a drawer, loosely, to avoid flattening the ruffling and the bows. They’re not very pretty when they’re squished. Other than that, just enjoy how great this corset will make you look!

Why don’t you head over to EdenFantasys check it out? If it’s not quite your style they’ve got a great selection of lingerie to choose from.
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Wanton Wednesday: Red & Black Corset

Last night I tried on my new corset…

We fully intended to take more photographs. Better photographs. But with me in this position, leaning against the headboard with my hips arched out at Chad, he lasted about four pictures before he pulled my panties to the side and took me from behind. It was a good night.

Perfection.

Last night I waited for him to fall asleep. He was exhausted. He crawled into bed next to me and it wasn’t long at all before he drifted off to sleep. I closed my laptop and set it on the floor. The room was pitch black. I snatched the blanket off of him, pushing it to the foot of the bed. My hands and lips began to wander all over his body. Fingernails scraping down his chest and stomach. Fingertips tracing the edge of his boxers. Slipping my hand inside of them, I grabbed his growing cock. I kissed his chest, taking the time to pay extra attention to his nipples because I know how much he loves it. Nibbling, sucking, licking. I’m sure he was still half asleep at this point. I teased him saying “You should go to sleep. You have to work very soon.”

He responded by taking his boxers off and pulling me on top of him.

I sucked on his neck, probably leaving a mark. It’s a good thing he wears collared dress shirts to work. Once I could feel how ready he was I guided him inside of me. There was no need for lube. His hands found their place on my hips and he helped rock them back and forth as I rode him. I braced myself, sitting up and grabbing the headboard with both hands. His erection was tapping my cervix and it felt so good. I moaned as I came all over him. I collapsed on top of him. He whispered “I’m not finished” in my ear as he slid his hands underneath my thighs to lift me up so that he could gain enough leverage to fuck me. Short, quick thrusts. I braced myself on the headboard again and moved against him until he let out a groan and squeezed my ass. I was surprised when I came again so quickly.

I laid down beside him, snuggling into the crook of his arm. Whispering “I love you.” before we drifted off to sleep together. It was perfect.

No senior should be denied a miserable prom night!

Doesn't seem like ten years ago at all.

Ah, senior prom. One of the many over-rated events of every high school students life. I remember mine just like it was yesterday. It was 2001 and I had been in a serious relationship with Kevin for nearly a year. I was so freaking excited about the prom that I used every penny I earned babysitting to put a deposit down for my gorgeous emerald green dress. I even paid to have a strappy pair of sandals sent off to be dyed to match. I spent months day dreaming about how wonderful and romantic my evening would be with Kevin. He’d pick me up in his black Mitsubishi Mirage, take me to a nice dinner and then we would spend the night dancing in each other’s arms before heading back to his house for our own little after-party.

That March I found out he was going to be deployed the week before my prom. I cried and cried, and then he broke up with me and I cried some more. My friend Luis, who sat next to me in Trig, offered to go to the prom with me. He was hot and it made me feel better that he wanted to take me. Then he got a girlfriend and I told him he should take her instead. It just didn’t feel right because I knew damn well I would have slept with him that night if given the opportunity. That’s just not the kinda girl I am, folks. A couple of guys seemed interested in taking me, but only because they thought I was easy, so I eventually asked a guy who came to church with my friend to go with me. His name was Korte. Yes, Korte. He was a junior, but he was tall and so cute. I had a little bit of a crush on him. I went to his house a few times to get to know him better and make plans for prom. We wound up double-dating with Jessica and Stephen, two very good friends of ours.

The day of prom my mom and dad came over to my grandma’s to take pictures. Dad took me to get my nails done and then my mom and grandma took me to get my hair done. I put on my dress, shoes and the jewelry my aunt had picked out for me. Everyone was trying very hard to make this a special memory for me. My mom was taking pictures and calling me her “Scarlet”. She’s always said that because I had fair skin, dark brown hair and bright green eyes that I was her “Scarlet” (ya know, from Gone With the Wind). She was getting misty-eyed every time I turned around and it wasn’t long before Korte and Stephen showed up to get me.

My date, Korte, had green hair. When I asked him to prom his hair was brown and I hadn’t seen him in over a week because we went to different high schools. He was suppose to get a matching tie and boutineer, not dye his hair to match my dress and shoes!  We took a few more pictures before heading over to Stephen’s house so his mom could get pictures and we could meet Jessica. Once we got to Stephen’s house and did all of that his car would not start. I wound up having to borrow my grandmother’s car, which she was not very thrilled about, and Stephen’s mother drove us back to my house. We headed to this little German restaurant where I didn’t eat because my date hadn’t brought very much money along and I had spent all of mine buying my dress, shoes, and tickets. Jessica and I realized that no one brought a camera so we decided to go grab a disposable one from Wal-Mart while the boys ate. We felt like hot shit waltzing through the isles in our prom dresses. We flirted with a few guys, who even followed us back to the restaurant (which was kind of creepy), but they left when our dates came out to meet us at the car.

and eighty pounds ago...

Finally, we were ready to go to the prom. We showed up about an hour after it started and we were ready to dance. Jessica, Stephen and I were having a blast. Korte was hiding from me. Every time I tried to dance with him he freaked out and moved away. It made me feel a little insecure, especially when I saw another girl dancing all over him. I pointed it out to a few friends and said ‘eff it’ and danced with Jason. Jason was h-o-t. Like Hugh Grant with red hair. The principal tapped us on the shoulder a few times for dancing too closely, but we had a lot of fun. Soon though, Korte was reminding me that he was still some sort of house arrest/curfew/probation for shoving some poor freshmen into a drum case during band camp. We wound up having to leave prom early and didn’t even get to hang out at Stephen’s afterward. I dropped Stephen and Jess off and then took Korte home. I parked the car and said “What do we do now? Do I walk you to your door or something?” and he said something like “I’m not kissing you.”

I just shoved him out of the car and drove home. He made me feel awful all night. I dragged my tired body to bed and tried to get some sleep. I couldn’t miss Sunday school the next morning and it was already midnight. Around 3 a.m. I woke up screaming and crying because my knees were killing me. I guess dancing in those heels on the wooden dance floor had really hurt them. My grandmother rubbed some Aspercreme on them and I took some tylenol and passed out. She let me miss church the next day because of how much pain I had been in the night before. My prom night was absolutely miserable!

So why am I writing this? Well, right now a high school in Jackson, Mississippi is refusing to have a prom for it’s students. All because Constance McMillen wanted to bring her girlfriend as her date. When she asked the principal of the school he told her that it was against the school’s policy for financial reasons. They offer a discounted price to couples for purchasing two tickets at once and single people were going with their friends to get a cheaper ticket. A problem that’s easily solved by -not- penalizing single people for wanting to attend the proms without a date and giving everyone the same damn price for every ticket they buy. Constance contacted the ACLU and now she has an attorney. Rather than changing their policies and allowing Constance to bring her girlfriend to the prom, the school decided they’d just cancel the prom. This has resulted in the rest of the student body blaming her for ‘ruining their senior year’. Because it’s not the school’s fault for having a bigoted, homophobic policy. It’s Constance’s fault for trying to rock the boat.

Constance McMillen deserves to go to her prom with whoever she wants to go with! Every high schooler deserves to go to their senior prom! What the Itawanba County School District is doing is absolutely ridiculous and uncalled for. Help Constance and the rest of the students at her high school be able to have their prom experiences by e-mailing the Itawanba County School District and becoming a fan of the “Let Constance Take her Girlfriend to Prom” facebook page. You can also blog about your very own prom experience to help draw attention to this situation. If you do so by the end of March and follow the rules at Eden Cafe you will have the opportunity to win a $100 gift card for EdenFantasys!

It’s time for a date…

As soon as Chad and I got back from our vacation his work schedule got more intense to prepare for inventory. It’s now been a solid month of him working crazy hours on top of his two hour commute. Couple that with my sister getting a job and I’m back where I was a year ago mentally.

Being a stay-at-home mom is boring. No offense to other women who do it, but my brain needs more stimulation than this. I love my kids and I love spending time with them, but being cooped up in a house 24/7, doing the same repetitive chores is starting to get to me. Unfortunately, it’s a necessary evil. The extra money I might bring in would go straight to a daycare center. So I entertain myself with various blogs, reality tv and browsing the internet. After being stuck in the house for about two weeks I begin to get a bit of cabin fever. This month has been particularly hectic with things going on at the kids schools, my husband working all the time and the family cycling around stomach bugs and colds that got picked up and brought home for us all to share.

I need a night out on the town. I need to spend all afternoon getting dressed up, fixing my hair and putting on make-up. I need to go see a movie and eat a nice dinner that I didn’t have to cook. I need a cocktail or a glass of wine. I need to spend an evening holding my husband’s hand as we walk around and reconnect. I need to smell his cologne in the car. I need to feel his lips pressed against mine as he kisses me passionately while we hold up traffic at a stop light. I need to feel his hand in my back pocket as wait in line for our movie ticket. I need to come home and have him push me up against the wall, kiss me as his hands wander up my shirt, and then keep me up all night…

Due to work schedules and school meetings, date night won’t happen until some time next week. Inventory is today though, so I’m going to insist on staying up late and making up for the nights when he’s been sick or too sleepy from working to do anything. I washed the Liberator Throe and Ramp/Wedge covers so they’re nice and ready for me to squirt all over them. Tonight we’re locking the bedroom door and going to bed early. I hope. If that doesn’t happen we do have a couple of movies from Netflix we can snuggle up and watch. Going this long without date night can’t happen again. Our marriage needs it.

HNT: Purple Polka-Dots

Last night he asked me to pose like this. He got out the paddle and the flogger. He spanked me as he was taking pictures. It was so hot. Once he finally got a picture he and I were both satisfied with he set the camera aside and spanked me some more. He told me to get on my knees and he started fingering me from behind, stroking my g-spot and making me dribble all over my panties. After what seemed like forever he took my panties off and tucked the throe underneath my knees. He slipped off his boxers. Still on my knees and him standing on the floor, he gave me a few thrusts before resuming fingering me and playing with my g-spot. He didn’t stop until he gave me several squirting orgasms and my cum was splattered all over him. He propped one leg up on the bed and took me from behind again.
It was a fun night.

Happy Half-Nekid Thursday!

Making Up For Lost Time

As romantic as the majority of our trip was, we didn’t get to spend as much time in the hotel room having all the incredible sex we had planned on. The first night we were so exhausted from the six hour drive. After enjoying a great dinner at a local Mediterranean grill and taking our ghost tour, we just collapsed into bed.

The next day we managed to slip in a quickie in between lunch and dinner, and soon we realized that sound travels really well in older, historical houses. The wooden floors and fifteen foot ceielings jump amplified every sigh, squeak and creak. I was pretty self concious about disturbing the other guests so we decided to take it easy until Wednesday evening when we would have the entire house to ourselves. Our plans were thwarted the next night when Chad got sick with food poisoning. We even wound up forfeiting the cash we spent for our final night so we could just come home. He wasn’t feeling much better the next morning and we thought it was pointless to hang out in the hotel all day.

Finally, after spending two hours in rush hour traffic near Atlanta, we were back at home. Our cushy bed welcomed us home. Chad was feeling a little better so I decided to slip into one of the sexy outfits I had picked up for the trip. I chose the Dirty Cop costume, which is a little dominant for me. I sassed it up a bit with a bright pink bra and matching thong with white ribbon trim. I unbuttoned the top two buttons, allowing a lovely peek at my cleavage and checked out how hot my ass looked peeking out of the back of the costume.

I felt so sexy!

I slipped on my black high heels and walked out of our bathroom with a sly smile on my face. Chad’s jaw nearly dropped, but he caught himself and his shock quickly turned into a huge grin. He asked if I needed to frisk him and call for back-up. I shoved him back on the bed and climbed on top of him, forcing him to grab my bare ass with his hands. He couldn’t stop talking about how sexy I looked and his hands were roaming all over my body. We wound up finishing up that night with me still in my costume. It was so hot.

The next he was feeling much better and we decided to play our 101 Nights of GRRREAT Sex game. He won the game and let me choose a seduction for him to complete. My reward was a sexy massage. He alternated between kneading the knots in my back and slipping a digit in between my legs. A little more massaging, and then a quick thrust or two. He got me all worked up and then told me to get on my knees, in the doggy style position. He brought me to orgasm fairly quickly and I dribbled a bit onto our Liberator Throe. He continued to tease me, working me up, letting me squirt just a little bit. Enough to trickle down my thighs and stomach, but not enough to let me completely release. This went on for what seemed like an hour until he finally told me to go ahead and finish. I squirted all over the place. The cover to the ramp was soaked, there were splatters all over him and the throe and a puddle where I had been kneeling. He couldn’t stand anymore himself. Feeling me squirt all over his chest had him on the verge of his own orgasm. With me still bent over our ramp he took me from behind and it wasn’t long before he was moaning and squeezing my ass, before finally collapsing on top of me and whispering “I love you, Sarah.” into my ear. He showered my neck and shoulders with kisses and we just lay there, savoring the moment, before getting up to clean ourselves off.

Weak-kneed and wobbly, we grabbed a towel and wiped each other off. We tossed the ramp and throe aside and crawled into the bed. I curled  up next to him with his arms wrapped around me, tracing my fingers along his chest and stomach, both of us whispering to each other how much we loved each other and sharing a few more sweet kisses before finally slipping into a blissful sleep.

I would say we made up for what we missed out on over the trip. ;)

Review: Darque French Maid Costume

I don’t think there is a man alive who doesn’t want to see his wife or girlfriend in a maid costume. The only costume fantasy that’s comparable to it is the Catholic school girl uniform. The Darque French Maid costume by Coquette is absolutely the highest quality costume that I have come across.

There are two pieces to this costume set, the dress and the headband. Both items are extremely well made and you can tell the company didn’t take any shortcuts in crafting. The top layer of the dress is made from a black vinyl (idoz polyurethane). Think Cat Woman. I was a little concerned about how comfortable it would be to wear this material, but the inner fabric is sort of like a matte version of the slick outer layer. It doesn’t cling, or stick or sweat the way I had imagined. The skirted portion of the dress wraps around and gives a sexy little peek at the white lacy petticoat layered underneath. There are there is actually one layer to the they petticoat with three tiered layers of lace sewn onto the back.

The top portion of the dress is snug and has a corsetted back. It’s laced with a piece of white, satin ribbon. Each hole is reinforced with a metal ring and appears to be quite sturdy. The straps are adjustable like regular bra straps. Due to the corsetting and adjustable straps, the dress is fairly customizable and should look flattering on most every body type.

The most impressive thing about the entire costume is all of the detailing. There is pretty lace around the entire bottom of the skirt and is mimicked along the front along the top of the bust, sewn into the straps and trimming the apron. The back is trimmed with white along the edges and there is a white satin apron sewn onto the front with a little black satin bow accenting the bottom corner. There are really several little white and black bows scattered around the dress and on the headband for decoration. It adds a lot to the costume.

Measurements: (taken while the dress was laid flat)
Bust: ~ 25 inches across (50 inches around)
Underbust: ~ 20 inches across (40 inches around)
Waist: ~23 inches across (46 inches around)
Length: ~28 inches long

Headband:
Decorative portion: ~9.5 inches long (40 inches including ribbon)

I ordered a 1X/2X according to the measurements on the Coquette size chart at Eden Fantasys. I probably could have gone a size down. I’ve been working out a lot and have lost a bit of weight recently and I haven’t charted any changes in my measurements. I would say that it fits true to size or runs slightly larger than it’s listed. It’s also highly customizable with the corsetting and adjustable straps, so if you needed to fudge a bit you could. I think the skirt may run a bit longer in the plus sizes and I would have appreciated it being a little shorter. Because of the length it’s pretty modest and could be used for a costume party at most places, not just for role playing in the bedroom.

Because of the weight of the vinyl I would suggest storing this in a drawer, rather than hanging it. If you left it hanging it may stretch the straps out and you’ll loose some of the bust support. Did I forget to mention that this thing is pretty awesome for the tatas? I’ve got pretty heavy boobs and I’ve gone through four pregnancies so I love things that give me plenty of support like this costume does. You’ll want to handwash this and lay it flat to dry. No dryer or you’ll melt the vinyl. It’s very well sewn and sturdy, but it recommends hand washing so I wouldn’t chance it in the wash.

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