Chuck Palahniuk

Will you marry me? I know, I know, I am married already, but Chuck...I swear to you...we can make it work.

So, I just finished Snuff, my second Chuck Palahniuk book and all I can say is-- where has he been all my life? I have a new top five in my favorite writers. God. What a fucking brilliant, irreverent, oddly poignant, genius book!

And as an added bonus, imagine my delight when on page 85 I read this: "If you need facts and figures," she says, "then I recommend The Ultimate Guide to Cunnilingus by Violet Blue..."

Ha! I was dying. That a gorgeous little book by Violet Blue (that contains fiction by Alison Tyler, no less!) getting a hardcore nod, how cool is that? I mean, I've only been in one BWE and I felt famous for a second. I'm not sure why, but I'll take it. Hey, baby, I'll take famous in any position I can get it.

Snuff left me happy and sated and thoroughly jealous of the talent within. I must say, I love to hate Chuck because he is just that good.

(((But Chuck, if you read this, gimme a call. I promise...we can work it out. No worries...)))

XOXO
Sommer

Freedom is Slavery

Part confessional, part diary, part fantasy fuck ledger, Freedom is Slavery starts off with a bang. Friend gives us a true peek into the life of a male submissive and the BDSM life. The parts that are real, the parts he wishes were real, and the little splashes that are fiction.

The book is gorgeous. Sizable, nicely laid out, with beautiful black and white photos of a fetish model, Ms. Elle. The entries range from humorous and sweet to raunchy and hot. All of them will catch and keep your attention.

Friend is what I call a proper writer. By proper, I mean he follows all those rules they tell you you have to follow. You know, the ones yours truly breaks every four seconds or so. Yeah, those rules. His writing is clean and neat and flows like a clear river on a sunny day. Even when we're talking double dongs, clothes pins, rape play, cross dressing and random blow jobs. During all of that there is a subtle eloquence to the bulk of the passages.

When the author contacted me and offered a copy, I was prepared to not like this book. I'm woman enough to admit it. I don't know why. A knee-jerk reaction on my part. Maybe anticipating not liking it so I would not be let down. I was practicing how to let Louis Friend down easily. When I sat down to read one entry and ten entries later waved a shhhhh! hand at the man when he said "boy, you're really blowing through that book", I knew a rare little treasure had been dropped into my lap. A well written, fully engaging smut book. Erotica, smut, porn. Whatever you want to call it, not once was I bored. Not once was I anything but enchanted.

I found the entries about the author with other men particularly hot. Partly because I'm bent that way, partly because of the honest, no bullshit tone with which they are presented. There are no boxes or labels that can hold the author or his work. Nothing is off limits, gender is not an issue, I dare you to box him up and dissect him. I couldn't. And that blurs the line which eventually becomes the point. The lines are soft, the edges shimmer and it's all about wants and needs and wishes. And in the end, that's the point for all of us. Who are we when we drop our skin? When we peel off the labels and throw out the boxes people push us into.

It was a pleasure to read the book that defies categorization.

And I'll leave you, dear reader, with this. If you're up for a night of vigorous, unadulterated, unabashed self love, grab your lube or your favorite toy and this book. That's all you'll need. Or take turns reading the entries to your significant other. You won't get far before some kind of sex happens. Just make sure to put the book aside and keep it neat. You'll want it for next time.

For more about the book and the author visit Prurient Interests.

XOXO
Sommer

the cake

The cake from Hell. The cake that would not die. Satan's cake. Pick one. Any moniker will work for me. See, my son had to prepare a Peruvian food for Social Studies. Cool! Cooking for class.

"Can we do a cake?"
"Sure cake is easy enough. "

That was my answer. Cake. Is. Easy. Enough. And it looked easy too- butter, eggs, flour, milk, vanilla and a pinch of baking powder. I mean, I can make this Peruvian cake in my sleep, my friend, thought I.

See, whenever you think that. Whenever you get cocky. The Universe, she is there to...(wait for it)...KICK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU.

I needed a half a stick of butter and though an avid baker, for some god awful disastrous reason had in my head that was two sticks of butter. Two is wrong. It is not a half a cup. It is A CUP. I realized this (thank god!) when we had dumped two cups of sugar, five eggs and one and a half cups of milk in. My frazzled, ran four miles, stressed out, chapter of my book under my belt etc brain said: "Self. Two sticks is one stick too much."

So...we doubled the recipe! It was all we could do . We could not REMOVE already beaten in butter. We added two more cups of sugar, one and a half more cups of milk, more this and more that and in the end, we needed to add ten cups of flour. Ten.

Hmmm. We had already dumped it from my big red mixing bowl into my bigger green mixing bowl. When we only added three measly cups of flour, and the level was already dangerously close to the lip of the bowl. So...fuck! We dumped it into the only thing big enough to contain that blob that used to be a Peruvian cake. My stock pot.

"Ma, what am I gonna stir this with?"boy child asked waving his suddenly diminutive spoon.
Um...think, Sommer, improvise..."This!" I yelled semi incoherently.

I handed him the pizza paddle. So there is my long, very lean son stirring a veritable vat of goo with our pizza paddle. My daughter is laughing so hard I think she might pass out. And him, super smart and flush with smart assery starts quoting the witches made famous by one William Shakespeare.

He says, "Wow, I thought I wasn't going to have enough to talk about but now..."
"Now?" I take a turn stirring. It's what I imagine stirring cement would be like.
"Now, I think I'll run long!"

Then we hit a roadblock (shocking). How to get it out of humongous pot. It is so sticky. So fucking sticky I cannot describe it. After a very messy Bundt pan full of goo, I greased up my biggest spoon (this sounds like one of my porn stories) and I scooped the rest into the only other thing we had big enough. A huge deep dish pizza pan.

"Hey, Ma, you have to write a story about this!"
(dont' worry)

Son and daughter eagerly relay all of this drama to the man. "Whew," I say to him. "That was interesting. It's in the oven now. Though, I do not know how that big ass cake is going to bake in 25 minutes at 250."

"What?" (((he is laughing. why is he laughing???????????????)))
"I said, I do not know how that big ass cake is going to bake at 250 in only 25 minutes."
Now he is really laughing (that fuck!). "Babe, I got that recipe for him off of an actual Peruvian site. That's Celcius."
"But...that's..."
"Never going to bake. "

The cake is still baking as we speak. It is on 450 degrees. I hate that cake and I will eat a piece when HELL FREEZES OVER.

And yes. I have some wine. I fucking deserve it.

Cheers!
XOXO
Sommer

some days...

I'm on the fly today. Life is a bit on the insane asylum side these past few days. Yesterday (am strong enough to admit today) I got a not great email regarding some job stuff for the man. A lot of fingernail hanging on is possibly coming our way (sadly confirmed earlier this a.m.). Not an hour later, at my daughter's bus stop, a T-bone accident happened about four feet from where I stood chatting with another mother. A car ran the STOP sign and hit a huge SUV at about 30 mph. Debris and metal and shit flying everywhere. The most god awful sound you ever could hear standing there in the open like that. One stray piece of metal and either one of us could be giving Saint Peter a big old peck on the cheek. Yesterday got worse. It was not my day. Some days it's just not worth chewing through the restraints ;) But I still got six pages of the current book done and I did not cry. And I did not drink...until seven ;)

So I have high hopes for the new book. It is a challenge for me that so far (knock wood) is working out better than I could have hoped. I have to keep myself reigned in and not let my writing take a left turn into that familiar comfy territory of humor. I am attempting to carry a tone that I have only managed in shorts for the long haul.

We shall see.

So, am off for today and I have a short but fun blog up at eXcessica that can be found here.

Have a great, super, terrific and dirty Thursday. I'll be in and out and writing porn and basically distracting self. The faster I move the less I worry. An odd and exhausting character trait!

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. isn't that button fab? I think AT needs to give these away for one of her short but uber sexy flash contests. am I right? of course i am...

Pleasurists #17

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Pleasurists is your round-up of the adult product reviews that came out in the last seven days from bloggers all around the sex blogosphere. Did you miss Pleasurists #16? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #18? Submit it here before Sunday March 1st at 11:59pm PST. Please re-post this list on your own blog if listed.

Sorry the list is a bit late this week, it’s been a crazy last few days. Pleasurists #18 will be out on time!

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On to the reviews…

Editor’s Pick

• Bloomy by Jezebelle



Two things stood out right away; the amazing sensation that the curves give, and that the end of the curly loop is long enough for clitoral stimulation. Although the Bloomy is short, the curves and girth of the toy make up for it!

Madame Editrix

Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek

Vibrators

• Baby Bug by Sarah
• Swingin Pendulum by Adriana
• Evolved Waterproof Unity- Fusion Edition by Beautiful Dreamer
• The Isis by HotMoviesForHer Sex Toy Crew
• Opus by Essin’ Em
• Miracle Massager by Adriana

Dildos

• The Inauguration Of The Obama (Dildo That Is) by Betty Rocket
• Acute by Erin Leone
• Pink Flower Glass Dildo by Sleeping Dreamer
• Silk 2 by Thursday’s Child
• Cobalt Blue Duchess by Erin Leone
• Dai-Do #3 by Sleeping Dreamer

Anal Toys

• Little Flirt by Erin Leone
• Bloomy by Sexorcism
• Ripple by HotMoviesForHer Sex Toy Crew
• Bloomy by Erin Leone
• The Pandora G-spot P-spot Stimulator by Domina Doll

Toys for Cocks

• 4-Way Girth Arouser Duck by Sleeping Dreamer

Lube/Massage Oil/Bath Stuff

• Inttimo Aroma Oil by Sommer Marsden
• Inttimo Aromatherapy - Forbidden Fruit by Curvaceous Dee
• Kamasutra Pleasure Potion Lube by Jezebelle
• Climax Bursts Anal Lube by Carnivalesq

BDSM/Fetish

• Silk Sashay Cuffs by Sleeping Dreamer
• Liberator Fascinator Wet Set by Beautiful Dreamer
• Super Strap Love Sling by Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek
• Paddle fleece by Spartacus by Average Joe
• Large Rubber Whip by Ansley Agnello

Adult Books

• Tantric Sex for Women by Carnivalesq
  
  Adult Movies/Porn


• Domestic Discipline by FrzKey
• Layover by J.D. Bauchery
• Kamil Fox by The Porn Librarian
• Nina Hartley’s Guide to Female Ejaculation by Domina Doll on Viviane’s Sex Carnival

Miscellaneous

• Intimo Kitty Kreme Shaving Cream by Thursday’s Child
• Nikki’s Vibration Dual Pleasure Pump by Adriana
• Liberator Fascinator Microfiber Throe by Beautiful Dreamer
• Amazing Hot Heart Massager by Miss KissThis

Hump Day Heresy: "circle of precious greeting"

heresy: (her-i-se) n., pl. -sies: (2)Dissent from accepted or dominant opinion, doctrine or theory

This was sent to me by a friend of the man. Actually, this was sent *to* the man with instructions for him to pass along to me because his friend "thought I would like it". Well, I have noooooooooo idea why anyone thought that *I* would like this. Hmm. Okay. You're right. That would be a no brainer.

To be brutally honest, I love this kind of stuff. See, this is the kind of dirty tidbit of literary information I would never have found out if someone had not sent it to me. Bravo, A.J. for finding a poem to praise pubic hair. And double kudos for deciding to share it with me so I can share it with the world. Right--maybe not the world, but my dirty little corner of it, at least!


Gwerful Mechain *info from Wikipedia

Gwerful Mechain (fl. 1462-1500), who lived in Mechain in Powys, is perhaps the most famous female Welsh-language poet. Little is known of her life.

Her work, composed in the traditional strict metres, including cywyddau and englynion, is often a celebration of religion and sex, sometimes within the same poem. Probably the most famous part of her work today is her erotic poetry, especially Cywydd y Cedor ("Ode to the Pubic Hair"), a poem praising the vulva. It is a work in which she upbraids male poets for celebrating so many parts of a woman's body, but not the genitals. "Let songs about the quim circulate," she adjures her readers. As to the pubic hair: "Lovely bush, God save it."

Below is an English translation and here is the link. Obviously there are many translations so I picked this one...


The Female Genitals

Every foolish drunken poet,
boorish vanity without ceasing,
(never may I warrant it,
I of great noble stock,)
has always declaimed fruitless praise
in song of the girls of the lands
all day long, certain gift,
most incompletely, by God the Father:
praising the hair, gown of fine love,
and every such living girl,
and lower down praising merrily
the brows above the eyes;
praising also, lovely shape,
the smoothness of the soft breasts,
and the beauty's arms, bright drape,
she deserved honour, and the girl's hands.
Then with his finest wizardry
before night he did sing,
he pays homage to God's greatness,
fruitless eulogy with his tongue:
leaving the middle without praise
and the place where children are conceived,
and the warm quim, clear excellence,
tender and fat, bright fervent broken circle,
where I loved, in perfect health,
the quim below the smock.
You are a body of boundless strength,
a faultless court of fat's plumage.
I declare, the quim is fair,

circle of broad-edged lips,
it is a valley longer than a spoon or a hand,
a ditch to hold a penis two hands long;
cunt there by the swelling arse,
song's table with its double in red.
And the bright saints, men of the church,
when they get the chance, perfect gift,
don't fail, highest blessing,
by Beuno, to give it a good feel.
For this reason, thorough rebuke,
all you proud poets,
let songs to the quim circulate
without fail to gain reward.
Sultan of an ode, it is silk,
little seam, curtain on a fine bright cunt,
flaps in a place of greeting,
the sour grove, it is full of love,
very proud forest, faultless gift,
tender frieze, fur of a fine pair of testicles,
a girl's thick grove, circle of precious greeting,
lovely bush, God save it.

There you have it, I hope you enjoyed. Quim. You know, I really like that word. May have to work it in here and there. I tend to rely on cunt because it is my favorite (once upon a time my most hated word). Nothing says love like a girl's thick grove and the fur on a fine pair of testicles, don't you agree? Happy Hump Day!

XOXO
Sommer
*have an HDH piece to send me? Short, non-fic, off beat, interesting, goofy or weird? Email me at hot4sommer at yahoo dot com and we'll chat...

am i the *only* one who thinks this sounds dirty?

So, I was (swear to god) reading aloud to the man the directions he brought home because he is determined we are growing a pineapple tree (bush? vine?). I was fine until I got to step two: Prepare the Crown...step 3: Root the crown (root! the crown!)...step 4: Plant the crown (oooh, right there baby).

By then he excused me because I was laughing too hard. But if you also would like to prepare, root, and plant *your* crown and want these directions go here.

I am sorry if I am dirty. I cannot help it. Truly.

XOXO
Sommer

donuts, cashews and lucky 13...

My Quick Six interview is up at Giselle Renarde's Donuts and Desires today. Man...I took the 'quick' part seriously! I've read some of the others and verbosity was not something I struggled with. Ah hahah! Either way, it was fun. Like a game. The answer is: Cashews!

I also managed to get my hands on her eXcessica short Cunning Little Vixens. Cannot wait. I find the word cunning very erotic. Hmm. Wonder why?

I answered the questions a while back so I must tell you. Currently reading: Snuff by Chuck Palahniuk. Must say, Chuck's become a bit of an erm...obsession.

Happy Anniversary to me and the man! Thirteen years of wedded lunacy. Wait, that's not right. Bliss, right? Yeah. That's it. Bliss. ;)

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. dammit. now i want a donut...

My Dirty Monday

WET Shave Creme For Men
Inttimo Shave Kreme For Women

This week's sex toys review (and the like) deals with stubble. Unwanted stubble. Not very sexy says you? Oh, my friend, I disagree. The removal of unwanted stubble can lead to some very smooth fun.

Now, this is what...the second? third? fourth time I have admitted to being wrong in the personal grooming, sex toy, lubrication area? Not sure. I have lost track of my wrongness. But basically, I was of the camp of "why do I need that fancy schmancy shave creme when I have soap?" Um...(((sound of crickets chirping)))...because it is much better for your skin, doof? Is that what you were thinking? Yeah, you're right.

When I (begrudgingly tried) the Inttimo Shave Kreme for women by WET, I was all prepared to be unimpressed. Hmm. Foiled again. I have to say, I love the smell (Forbidden Fruit to match my massage oil) and I love, love, love that I did not cut myself even once when I shaved. I was so well slickered that there was no blood. I have to explain--according to the man, I shave at the speed of light and he's not quite sure how I still have my top layer of skin I am so haphazard. So, no cuts is a fucking miracle. Also, the hoo ha area was a dream. No cuts, no nicks...NO BUMPS!

I've tried other shave cremes which was why I was all set to not want to ever use this again. It was pointless. Well, the Inttimo definitely outshone anything I have ever tried before. I recommend it highly. Especially if you tend to shave in 1.5 seconds flat like yours truly.

Now on to the men. What is better than sexy stubble rasping over your skin when you are just about get to the good stuff and he is positioned between your legs and...?Oh, that would be super smooth skin that is like butter. If you want your man to have that skin get him the WET Shave Cream for men. Swear to god. His face will be like cashmere. Want to feel that smooth cheek sliding against your inner thigh as he lowers himself to...*ahem*. God. Is it hot in here? My recommendation to get from point a) shaving to point b) fucking is: lather him up and shave him yourself. That will get things going.

Both cremes contain aloe and vitamins and yumminess for your skin. I am thoroughly sold on using something other than Dove Sensitive Skin soap now. I am all for the pampering when it comes to shaving legs and faces and...erm...hoo has.

Buy it for you! Buy it for him!

XOXO
Sommer

A Baker's Dozen

We haven't exchanged gifts for years. The gift is the dinner out. The time. The focus on us as a couple for more than an hour at a time. So after fantasy grocery shopping with writing money at Wegman's, dinner out, walking and shopping and talking etc. We were home...

"Why don't you take your pants off? "

"The shades are up. The neighbors will see."

"I doubt they can see." But all the shades were lowered anyway. And I stood at the computer while he knelt. Peeling off my pants. One little inch at a time. Down came the denim. Where the jeans disappeared his lips descended. Warm kisses for every inch unveiled. "There. How about now?"

"I guess." I manage to say it. A miracle with so little air in my lungs.

"Come here. Here." On the sofa. In my beautiful pale gray turtle neck tunic I just bought. And nothing else. And he's pinning my hips to the big brown sofa with his big strong hands. His mouth on me. Tongue hot. It is my fantasy to be held down by my hip bones. It is my fantasy even *when* I am *being* held down by my hip bones. And he makes me come. As easy as blinking or snapping or saying, come for me. I come. "Upstairs."

So I go upstairs.

"Turn for me. You're so pretty in this light. Kiss me." I turn to kiss him and snicksnick! go the handcuffs. One wrist, two wrists. I suck in a breath. They bite me at my joint. At my pulse. Where I am the most vulnerable. "Don't panic. It's just for a minute. Kneel for me."

I kneel. I will not panic though I hate metal. I hate teeth. I hate things that cinch and bind with a cold cruelty.

"Open your mouth." I do. SnapSnap goes the camera. "Lower" I go lower. SnapSnap. "Arch your tongue out. A tiny little pink whip on my cock". I do. SnapSnap.

"Turn over."

"I can't" And it's true. I can't. I can't turn. These cuffs are not good. They bite. They pull. They bow my shoulder blades together like pale lovers who kiss behind my back. I cannot turn. I think of all the people on COPS being told to sit, stand, turn, wait. I nearly cry. He flips me. We are very similar in height, I'm no nymph, but he flips me like a tiddly wink. SnapSnap goes the camera. Fingers, warm against my skin part me and open me to the cool air of our bedroom. SnapSnap goes the camera. He enters me. SnapSnap. Fucks me. SnapSnap. But then he examines my wrists. Grunts. Zipzip go the cuffs as they unhinge their jaws and set me free.

And then it's sweet. The camera hits the carpet with a dull complaint. It's Missionary positions and gentle and ease and nice and kisses and love and happy baker's dozen, baby. Lucky 13. Me and you. And smiles.

I'm under, I'm over. I ride, I receive. I bend and I laugh. Kiss and sigh and oh, fuck, I'm coming. And finally I can't stand it. "What? What are the pictures for?"

"Our anniversary album." More kisses and one more orgasm for the road.

So...I guess we're doing gifts this year, after all.

good?sucks?good?sucks?

I have spent the last three days doing a massive final read through of a novel due out soon. And I hate this, hate it! I hate the point where I have read something *so* many times that my brain gets cross wired and I cannot tell if something is good anymore. Is it good? Does it suck? Is good? Sucks? Good? Sucks? Good?sucks?good?sucks?!!!!

I try to reassure myself that it would not be about to be *published* if it sucked. But even then my inner critic snorts and laughs and points.

So, I sit here. Good? Sucks? Sucking is good. Oh, wait. That was a dirty blip on the radar. The words mingled and created their own sentence. Back to the regular mantra: good?sucks?good?sucks?....

Send wine.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. The man and I are going out tonight! Out. Of. The. House! For an early anniversary celebration. I am so excited I think I might pee my pants. We don't go out much. Which is fine. We like it that way, but we're both stoked about our outing. We're on a hunt for mussels. And oysters. And obviously, duh, wine ;)
p.p.s. My first poll ever is closed but I am so proud. 57% of you beautiful perverts chose all of it as sex. If it can induce orgasm it counts. Fingers, lips, toys, penetration, grapefruits warmed in the microwave. Oh wait--that was just the one guy--but whatever. You rock!

Large, Flightless Bird On The Loose...

Ever feel like a large flightless bird who has been dropped from the sky? Hmm. I have. After about ten days of no running (read sick kiddos and feeling like was on the verge of sick) I decided to run though feeling on the cusp of 'something'. I was starting to think my cusp was an involuntary form of procrastination. *Gasp* Has my love affair with running started to wane? Who knows. All I can say is, I felt like if I did not run today, I might never run again. Or at least would not run until I had passed the point of rebounding (time-wise) and would have to start again from ground zero (no thanks). So I ran. Thusly, I present you with Sommer the large, flightless bird.

Ugg.

But I did it, and my time was right on the money. Regardless of the fact that I felt slow, awkward, quite floppy and a tad spastic. I am home now. And pleasantly sweaty and limber after my stretch. And I can focus a little better on my errata now that I have completed my long, struggling to breathe, half-frozen, quite embarrassing waddle around town.

XOXO
Sommer

Note to self: no squirming...

In case you missed it the first time, my story Squirming is being rerun at TEW. Which reminds me, I need to pull that skirt out. Spring will be here soon. And that skirt is for real. Really!

Happy Friday :)
XOXO
Sommer

Just what will they do to stay warm until the storm ends?

Night Owl Romance gave me a lovely 4/5 review for Christmas Break. My favorite part (come on, you know I always have one): Christmas Break is a lovely story about how life throws you a curve ball and you hit a home run. It is beautifully written and had me laughing and needing a fan all at the same time.

Bonus is, I don't remember subbing this for review. I am 99.1% sure I did not. If I did--I was drunk on figgy pudding at the time (this is the most probable explanation). Either way, thanks to NOR for reading my sexy winter novel. Read the whole review here.

XOXO
Sommer

OH. Ohhh noooooo!

The year was 1987. The book was Misery. Out in hardback--a Christmas gift from my aunt. I was eating it in big bites, swallowing it whole. At the hobbling scene. I shut the book, opened it. Shut it again, moaning and groaning. Oh noooo...opened it. Shut. Open. Reading through slitted fingers, hissing through my teeth. I'd had this happen with a movie but never a book. But here it was. Stephen King was making me a basket case with just black words on white paper. Trust me, the movie didn't do it justice. As rock-on hard as Kathy Bates was as Annie Wilkes, the book was hardcore brutal. It took me four false starts to read that scene in 1987.



I never thought it would happen again.

It did. Here is the book:



I writhed, moaned, flopped around on the sofa like a fish, peeked through my fingers, shut the book, opened it. OH. Nooooo. Ohhhhhh noooooo! Shut it. Opened it. Until the man said: "I am going to tie you to the sofa and burn that book."

So I read it.

The scene? You'll know it when you get to it. Trust me.

XOXO
Sommer

Hump Day Heresy--I have breached the gate...

heresy: (her-i-se) n., pl. -sies: (2)Dissent from accepted or dominant opinion, doctrine or theory

I don't know what the merry fuck is going on this morning, but I am in! I am in! I have breached the gate of Blogger. Take that you rat bastards! I made it past your sentries and your booby traps! *Ahem*. Yes. Sorry. I have been trying for over an hour.

Firstly: Robin (Erobintica) send me your addy, you are the devil confession winner! Yay you!

And now from the world of Hump Day Heresy...

Jeremy Edwards talks...well, see for yourself, eh?

~I want to talk about a truly adult subject: stuffed animals.

At least it's an adult subject for me. For some reason, I was never very focused on stuffed animals when I was a child. I had a teddy bear when I was quite little (though not as little as the teddy bear); but I lost interest in him early on. I guess we just sort of drifted apart. You know how it goes.

More generally speaking, we can perhaps attribute my neglect of plush culture to my fascination with hand puppets. Now you may raise a hand—possibly a puppeted one—and assert that a puppet is, in effect, a type of stuffed animal ... but these puppets were not. No, these were old skool puppets with an ordinary matte finish, fuzzy neither in face nor limb nor torso. Yes, Doris, due to technological advances and a groundswell of consumer demand, puppets became furry at a subsequent cultural moment, and I will be the first to admit that big, thick stuffed animals qua puppets arrived on the scene with an historical inevitability. But this is my story, not theirs.

And apologies if your name isn't Doris. I'm working off an old script here.

It was in the heyday of my early adulthood that I discovered the ineffable appeal of plush bunnies, furry dolphins, and cuddly arctic foxes. "*Now* I get it," I said out loud in the toy store. "They're *cute*." And, with that, I dove into their splendid display of stuffed puffins.

And there I remain, to this day.


Jeremy Edwards has been widely published online, as well as in over twenty-five print anthologies. His work was selected for the two most recent volumes in the Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica series. He can be found periodically in periodicals, and, as regularly as the sun sets, in bed with his wife (so try there first). You can also drop in on him unannounced (and thereby catch him in his underwear) on his blog. Jeremy's greatest goal in life is to be sexy and witty at the same moment--ideally in lighting that flatters his profile. His eroto-comedic novel Rock My Socks Off has been acquired for upcoming release by Xcite Books.

There you have it. All that talk of puppets made me think of KL's book Split. Creepy, creepy puppet sex book that I lurved.

Have an HDH short piece to send me? Non-fiction? Waxing poetic about napkin rings or naugahyde foot rests? Give me a holler at hot4sommer at yahoo dot com and we'll talk.

XOXO
Sommer

Pleasurists #16

Jackie Martinez (#11467) by mark sebastian used under a Creative Commons License

Pleasurists is your round-up of the adult product reviews that came out in the last seven days from bloggers all around the sex blogosphere. Did you miss Pleasurists #15? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #17? Submit it here before Sunday February 22nd at 11:59pm PST. Please re-post this list on your own blog if listed.

Want to win some free swag? All you’ve got to do is enter.

• NoFauxxx.com Membership Giveaway. Deadline: Feb 28th.

On to the reviews…

Editor’s Pick

• Tantus Beginner Ball Gag by Sleeping Dreamer



While I’ve never been heavily into BDSM, this little gag has provided me with a big opportunity (and not just a photo opportunity for you fine folks!) but the opportunity to explore outside of my comfort zone.




Includes some pretty pictures of the gag itself and the gag in action!

Madame Editrix

Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek

Vibrators

• Japanese ‘G’ Spot Velvet Touch Squirmy by Sleeping Dreamer


• I-Vibrator Egg by Sarah


• Paris Duckie by Adriana


• Petite Pink Ribbon by HotMoviesForHer Sex Toy Crew


• Elastomer Rabbit Habit by Ansley Agnello


• Berman Center Juliet by Thursday’s Child


• Tease and Please by Bad Bad Girl


• Vibrating Glass Cobalt Nubby by Miss KissThis


• Bnaughty by Kyle


• Tantus Delta by Bad Bad Girl


• Aphrodite by Catalina Loves


• Natural Contours Ideal Massager by Domina Doll on Viviane’s Sex Carnival

Dildos

• Blueberry Twist Juicer Glass Dildo by Sleeping Dreamer


• Energie by HotMoviesForHer Sex Toy Crew


• Indigo Intruder by Ansley Agnello


• Chocolate Chip Glass Dildo by Jezebelle


• Curve by Carnivalesq


• Beaded Glass Dildo by That Toy Chick

Lube/Massage Oil/Bath Stuff

• Toy Fluid by Ansley Agnello


• WET Naturals by Sommer Marsden


• ID Jucy Lube 10 Pack by Erin Leone


• Afterglow Candle

BDSM/Fetish

• Bondage Tape by Marla Singer


• Black Leather Whip by Erin Leone


• Strict Leather Bullhide Flogger by Bad Bad Girl


• Nipple Suckers by Domina Doll

Adult Books

• Sex, Magick and Spirit: Enlightenment through Ecstasy by Domina Doll on Viviane’s Sex Carnival

Adult Movies/Porn

• Corsetry La Femme Part 1 by The Porn Librarian


• Lesbian Life - Real Sex San Francisco (Scene 3) by J.D. Bauchery


• Domination Nakite by FrzKey


• Nina Hartley’s Guide to Sensual Submission #1: How to Submit to a Man by Curvaceous Dee

Storage

• Tunti Illuminated Boudoir Toybox by Essin’ Em

Miscellaneous

• Smartballs by Erin Leone


• Kama Sutra Intensifying Gel - Cooling by Jezebelle


• Shunga Secret Garden Cream by Epiphora

My Dirty Monday

Inttimo Aroma Oil~Forbidden Fruit

Okay. Here in the land of sex toys, we're back on the topic of slick and slippery. This week I want to tell you about Inttimo massage/bath oil by WET. Now, the most exciting thing so far about this toy review dealio has been doing stuff I normally gloss right over because I am extremely impatient and all about the O, baby. For me or for him or 99.9% of the time for both of us. So, I don't always want to be slickered up or tied up or down. Or caressed, massaged, blown on or tenderized. However, let me say this: if time allows and I refuse the tenderizing, I am a pud.


I did submit to a massage (oh, so sad for me, right? get out your little violin) and I did deliver one well deserved massage for the man. The thing I like about the Inttimo is that it was not too oily, oil. What does that mean? That means he did not look like he'd been rolled in baby oil, all shiny and glistening like new latex in the sun. And I--I did not look like I was ready to go for round three in an inflatable baby pool with another Amazonian sized woman. So,it was a nice glidy oil without being "I'm all slickered up" oil. It was silky and nice. No one fell of the bed, my friends. Plus the bottle says it's vitamin enriched and my skin did stay nice and soft if I do say so myself.

Also the Inttimo does not burn if it gets carried into the naughty bits after the massage has ended and the "Hey turn over and lets do this now" begins. Which is good. I hate when things that should not burn burn. And you know damn well, for most of us at least, it is going to lead to some oiled up sex. Maybe that is the 'all over' part they talk about. It might be intended for the naughty bits as well. Either way, all was good on the south of the equator front.

I did try it in the bath. Nice. I also love the smell. I had Forbidden Fruit and I really really liked the smell. I usually don't like fruity and neither does the man. But he nailed it when he said: fruity without smelling like a giant stick of gum.

Bingo!

In need of a rubbing, tenderizing, slippery, silky good time? You can't go wrong with this product. And I like the bottle. Sexy and classy. I'm thinking I might have to try all the different scents when this one runs out.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. Don't forget to confess to me for a chance to win a package of sin. And don't forget (upper left of sidebar) to click my poll box and tell me what you consider REAL SEX... ;)

'Cause you're the devil, that's why...

The man started saying that to me about a week after we started dating. He still says it to me. A lot. I seem to have a way of getting my way in a sweetly evil manner. A skill I am super proud of--but don't tell anyone. And it's only in my little corner of the Universe that this skill even comes into play. But I'll take it. Trust me.

When I realized that today is my 666th post on Smut Girl...well, with me being the devil and everything, I could not let that pass me by. I'll give you a quick confession and you give me one. I'll draw from the confessions and someone will get a lovely bag of sin from yours truly. Anything devilish I can come up with will go in the package.

Right. Here we go. Confessions are good for the soul. I hope you're game and will play. We're all just big old sinners anyway. Here goes:

I once seduced a friend. He wanted to be buddies, I wanted more. We were perfect for each other--perfect! But he had this weird head space going and was adamant that we would lose our friendship. So, one night while watching a movie, I laid my head in his lap and moved my head. And moved it some more. Shifting this way and that--ever so clever-- until he had a hard-on you could break glass with. So...I got my way that night. Our fling didn't last long, but sure was fun. And getting his body to obey me and not him was a turn-on. I admit it. ((And yes. We stayed friends. I'm not *that* evil. Mostly.))

XOXO
Sommer

p.s. And don't forget to vote on my poll (upper left). Tell me what "Real Sex" is to you!
p.p.s. I'll let this run till Tuesday night 11p.m. Why? I have no idea.

Death By Ice Cream *or* What Is Real Sex?

So, I know I share great and awesome hot married people sex details often, but damn. Don't get me wrong. The man and I are humans and fuck me hard-stuff happens. Like tonight for instance. He made us all dinner and there were hints. Fucking hints. Getting lucky horny happy couple hints. But then one grandmother came by. And there was wine (pronounced Ge-vertz-tra-meener but good luck spelling it). And then ANOTHER GRANDMOTHER. And then...ice cream. Big gobby sticky mushy decadent ice cream sundaes. And then finally! Finally!!! The sex.

Much like this:

Ugg. You are squishing the ice cream out of me.

(((Orgasm thanks to lovely lips and tongue. Back to fucking.)))

Ugg. Am dying. Move to side....um, other side. Uh. Why did I eat so much ice cream? Gerd off! Gerd off!

So, I gave up on an actual during-sex-orgasm and got that cock I talked about. Something sweet to eat for the holiday. Ended it that way. And was perfectly happy, and he wasn't complaining.

But this made me think of an article I recently read by Dan Savage. He said [paraphrasing] basically that if us heteros would consider fingers and toys and blow jobs as 'real sex' instead of some sort of effed up 'booby prize' we'd have more 'real sex' more often. More real hot good sex.

I wasn't upset. The man was not upset, but I do know people who would have written off that happy ending as...second best. So, here comes my new gadget. That poll up on your left. Click a circle and tell me~what's real sex to you? Do toys rank but not a good hand job? How about blow jobs versus a jerk off? Curiosity killed the writer. Well, kill is rather harsh. And if I am gonna check out tonight it is definitely going to be death by ice cream.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. Love that lovely toy? Mmmm-e too. Go here.

shh...it's a secret.

Happy Valentine's Day! Today is a normal family Saturday but for our celebratory messy, sticky, gooey lovely build an ice cream sundae extravaganza. We will build our fantasy sundaes and eat and eat and eat. I have ice cream, caramel, chocolate shell, gummi bears, chocolate covered raisins, M-n-M's, peanut M-n-M's, nuts, foo foo, and whatever else anyone can resurrect from the kitchen. Me? I want some of it all. And then later tonight, when kids are occupied with movie I plan to rent for them, I want...something else. But it's a secret. I am too shy to say. Heh heh. Here's a small hint...

Happy V Day! Hope yours is sweet :)
XOXO
Sommer

have I mentioned that 13 is my lucky number...?

Available from eXcessica April 27th. I think this one is going to print, too. More on that soon.

XOXO
Sommer

off the grid

Poof. Off the grid went I. But I'm back and it's Friday the 13th (cue spooky horror movie music). Have I ever mentioned that 13 is my lucky number? I'm sure I have, but in case I hallucinated that part, it is.

Tuesday was edits, edits, edits. Yargh. Until I collapsed into bed, little blue edit lines running through my mind. Oh, and miserable hacking offspring.

Wednesday morning I woke up with an idea. I wondered how I had not had this idea before. So, I jumped head first into the idea (per my normal behavior) and that whole day was spent to a chorus of coughing, a flurry of grilled cheeses and medicine and in between a frenzied, breakneck speed progress. Up to my elbows in it, dirty fingernails, rooting around and getting messy kind of work. Then I cleaned the whole house because it was about seventy-something degrees and the spring fever bug bit me on the ass. Hard.

Thursday was a doc's visit for sick wee ones. Then more fast furious work. All three nights I plopped onto the sofa, head on the man's lap, eyes glazed over as I watched mindless TV. But it was worth it. Especially the lap part.

Things are on an up turn. One kid is back to school. The other is mending well. I am done with that project and can now return to the current WIP which is really fun so far. I'm feeling a bit off, but ignoring it. That has worked for me so far this year. Every time I feel like am slipping under that pesky weather, I do the mental equivalent of la-la-la-la-i-can't-hear-you...

Hey. If it ain't broke. Don't fix it.

Happy Friday the 13th!
XOXO
Sommer
p.s. I missed a chunk of time somehow and would be mortified if I did not say that one of my stories I adore "I Go Back" was at For the Girls on February 4th. Go check it out. No subscription? What is better for V Day than pron? Nothing. The answer is NOTHING. ;)

Pleasurists #15

Impatient by deltaguy used under a Creative Commons License

Pleasurists is your round-up of the adult product reviews that came out in the last seven days from bloggers all around the sex blogosphere. Did you miss Pleasurists #14? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #16? Submit it here before Sunday February 15th at 11:59pm PST. Please re-post this list on your own blog if listed.

Want to win some free swag? All you’ve got to do is enter.

• The Cherries are Sexy Valentine’s Day Giveaway! Deadline: Valentine’s Day, February 14th, 2009.


• NoFauxxx.com Membership Giveaway. Deadline: Feb 28th.

On to the reviews…

Editor’s Pick

• Mia by LELO by Carnivalesq

Are you looking for a good quality clit vibe that you can charge with your laptop, even while out in public? Do you like 1-year manufacturer warranties on your sex toys? Are you desperately looking for something to give your girlfriend for Valentine’s Day? Get the Mia. Do it now.

Madame Editrix

Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek

Vibrators

• Vibratex Thumbelina by Amber of Scarlet’s Letter
• Womolia by The Countess
• Liberte by HotMoviesForHer Sex Toy Crew
• Tuyo by Thursday’s Child
• Bsoft by Bswish by Sleeping Dreamer
• I Rub My Duckie by Erin Leone
• Cry Baby by Ang
• Womolia by Domina Doll on Viviane’s Sex Carnival
• Tuyo by Essin’ Em

Dildos

• Tiger by Monkey

Anal Toys

• Njoy Pure Plug by Beautiful Dreamer
• Blue Thunder by Marla Singer

Sex Kits

• Kama Sutra Weekender Kit by Sarah
• Kama Sutra Sweet Celebration Box by Domina Doll
• Share the Love Kit by Dangerous Lilly

Lube/Massage Oil/Bath Stuff

• B-Warm Massage Candle - Amber by Beautiful Dreamer
• Shunga Massage Oil (Orange) by Epiphora

BDSM/Fetish

• Axovus Wrist Cuffs by Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek
• Spartacus Nipple Clamps by Sienna
• Large Black Rubber Whip by Nadia West
• Experimental Kink Kit by Jezebelle
• Black and Red Suede Flogger by Panthera Pardus

Adult Books

• Two Knotty Boys Showing You the Ropes by Thursday’s Child
• Family Jewels by Essin’ Em

Adult Movies/Porn

• Tail of a Bondage Model by J.D. Bauchery
• House of Blue Dreams by The Porn Librarian
• Live In My Secrets by Epiphora
• Fallen, from Wicked Pictures by Champagne and Benzedrine
• Live In My Secrets by J.D. Bauchery
• Girls Go Hardcore by Carnivalesq
• Lesbian Life Real Sex San Francisco by Alpine Subdreams

Storage

• FYN Big Foot Case by Curvaceous Dee

Miscellaneous

• Stardust Chemise with G-string by Sleeping Dreamer
• Fetish Fantasy Inflatable Position Master by Sommer Marsden
• Luna Beads by The Countess
• Fascinator Posh Throe by HotMoviesForHer Sex Toy Crew
• Climax Bursts Toy Cleaner by Ansley Agnello
• Luna Beads by Epiphora
• Coochy After Shave Protection by Beautiful Dreamer
• Liberator Escape by Thursday’s Child

Hot Wet Art

Holy moly! My story Hot Wet Art came in first in Alison Tyler's most recent flash fiction contest. I don't know how. All the stories were so damn good. I wish more people would fess up to who wrote what. If you want to see all of the stories go here. And make sure you poke around (heh heh) because AT's got a new contest going. So, get on it. Give her what you've got.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. My Valentine's flash Neopolitan is up at Ruthie's Club today. Yum. Succulent flash fiction as far as the eye can see including Mat Twassel and Cassie Exline and so many more. It's all about lust and love and...well, sex at RC this week.

Hot Wet Art
Sommer Marsden

“Don’t move,” Dante breathed. Hidden by the curtain.

The man was big like a bear. He smelled of garlic and beer. “I like this one.” Big thick fingers stroked my bare breast. I swallowed the shiver.

This. This is what I had gone to modeling school for? Suffered through countless photos? Shunned bread for?

“Don’t touch, Marcus.” The wife frowned. He stroked my nipple like a worry bead. I could not move. Could not breathe. He snapped my photo. Off he went.

The wife stared longer. Was I shaking? Panting?

“Don't. Move. You’re doing great.”

Art show my ass. Naked women. Bare, painted, beaded, glittered. We were Dante’s art. Live or Memorex?

“She’s got bush,” said the next man. I bit my tongue as his finger sifted my pubic hair. “Feels real.”

“Don’t touch!” This wife, too, looked jealous. And was my pussy wet?

They moved on.

“They want to fuck you.” Dante's voice.

I bit my tongue harder.

Another flash. Another photo. Another finger on my breast. My pussy. “Her clit feels real…”

Three hours down. Done. Dante yanked me back. Blue curtain waving. Mouth on my clit. Fingers in my cunt. On my back--cock driving into me. “You’re art, baby.” He came.

I’d already come twice. Feeling phantom fingers on my nipple, my belly. Foreign breath on my skin. Flashes capturing my image. Thumbs stroking my clit.

“Goddamn, you’re art.” His mouth found me. Licking me clean.

I came again. Arching up to his mouth. Hot wet art.

My Dirty Monday

WET Naturals

Lube and sex toys go hand in hand. Heck, lube and sex go hand in hand. And okay, you got me, sometimes the lube just goes um...with your hand. Can I get a hallelujah? Today we have three lubes for your whew...slippery pleasure. Am I right? Sure I am.

Now I have to admit that up until recently barring certain activities (if you are not my mother please read that as anal sex), I saw no need for lubes. They were not a necessity to me, so why would I want them? I can gladly admit now that just because something is not necessarily a physical necessity it can still be tons of fun! I am a convert and I wish I had seen the light before now.

I got a very nice box of various lubes and goodies recently in the mail. My mail man just smiles at me these days. And blushes. But only a little. I'll start on that box this week with a trio of Naturals by WET.

This trio contains Beautifully Bare (water based), Silky Supreme and Sensual Strawberry (flavored). All three are glycerin and paraben free. The first, Beautifully Bare is very nice, but water based and if you are like me--meaning that your encounter is usually lasting longer than seven minutes or so-you'll have to reload as far as the lube is concerned. Great for a quickie but if you're in for the long haul I suggest Silky Supreme. This one is my personal fave. A very slippery, luxurious, LONG LASTING, incredible lube that even um...rejuvenates itself if you should go for round two later. Just your natural juices will kick start this stuff for another round. Perfect. Worth its weight in gold. Bringing up the rear (shh, no dirty jokes please) is the Sensual Strawberry flavored lube. I've never been one for flavored anything. I tend to like the flavor of the man all by himself. However, if I am going to deal with a Strawberry flavored cock, this is the lube I would choose. Not as cloying, funky or odd tasting as most flavored items, I found it rather pleasant (and highly functioning as a lube or even a massage gel). So, if I'm going in for fruity flavored nether regions, this will be the bottle I'll grab.

All highly affordable, the WET Naturals are the perfect lubes to keep stashed in your bedside table. Or your purse. The car. Your coat pocket. Okay, that might be stretching it. But I recommend one of each for different occasions. Ranging form hardcore to playful, they certainly have something for everyone. ;) I have to say one more time, though, the Silky Supreme was the stand out for me. As far as all purpose lubes go I have to give that one a review of: Stellar.

Happy slip sliding!

XOXO
Sommer

yes, yes-sometimes i do it!

What can I say. I got bored last night. And mildly buzzed and I did it. I Googled myself. I only do it about three times a year, and last night was one of them. I was Googling till well after one a.m.

I found two things that I thought were pretty neato. One was an honest to god reader comment on Amazon UK regarding my story "There's a Sucker Born Every Minute" in Lust at First Bite (Black Lace) . She says: My favorites are 'Only the Beginning' by Terri Pray and 'There's a Sucker Born Every Minute' by Sommer Marsden (the dream sequence was out of this world)...see the full review here. I experience something akin to orgasm when I read super nice feedback from readers. So, that made my semi drunken evening.

Also, had no idea but I was reviewed here. And I am considered a Great Read. Rock on. The three Seekers books are available from Eternal Press.

Beyond the late night Googling, I have been playing nursemaid today. Both kids are down for the count. I have administered Tylenol, Benadryl, Push Pops, Gatorade, Luden's cough drops and grilled cheese. In the interim I relive lovely laundry sorting last night in my mind and finish up reading Anthony Bourdain's Kitchen Confidential. Love it. Love him. He's on my list. And DeDe's too.

Come back tomorrow for My Dirty Monday where we'll be talking lube. Oh, yeah, you heard me. Lube.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. awesome Google tee can be found here. Love their name!

all i wanted was to find my sweatpants...

I will gleefully, cheerfully, with a big ass June Cleaver smile on my face wash load after load of laundry. I will happily, whistling a good little housewife tune fold said laundry. And then, sister, I want nothing more to do with it. I hate to sort and I hate to divvy and I LOATHE putting clothing away. Not sure why. Some sort of bizarre character defect.

All I wanted tonight was to find my sweatpants. After a day of aborted birthday parties (girl child is sick and coughy and missed a bowling party/sleepover combo deal) and a visit to the library to amuse boy child--and grocery--and running (literal actual I just timed my ass on the track running)-- and assorted errands--I just wanted my sweatpants. I shucked my cords assuming the sweats were in the clean laundry baskets. Somewhere. I stood there bare-assed in my tee searching. Thusly forcing myself to separate into neat piles on the bed spread: towels, my clothes, the man's clothes, miscellaneous, boy child, girl child. I was almost done, standing there in bare but for a black top (cause i could not wait to shed those pants) when the door flew open.

Hmm. Flew open. Dear God, have you ever seen people who move lightning fast? I live with one. There was my startled cry (sort of a bwah!), the sound of harsh cracks (six of them), the slippery swish of neat piles (goddammit!) of clothes hitting the bedroom floor. Flip, wham, bang, I'm on my back on the bed, still trying to figure out what is happening. Mmm, but then see he's on his knees between my thighs and his mouth, lordy, his mouth is everywhere. I sort of kind of figure out what's going on around orgasm one. On orgasm two, I have forgiven him for the piles on the floor. Flip I go and I'm on my knees. By orgasm three I would forgive him for anything including shaving my head bald. I could rock out bald if I really tried. And when he says in my ear, coming, "Sorry about the mess..."

All I can do is laugh.

I now have a fondness in my hard little heart for sorting and putting away clothes.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. yes. he did help me get all the piles sorted back out. cause he's good that way ;)
p.p.s. my sweatpants were dirty and in the basement pile. so...still don't have those. *sigh*

Sugasm #158

Some sexy links for your weekend enjoyment. ;) Have fun.
XOXO
Sommer

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #159? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s PicksSealing the Deal“A hand reached down and grabbed my chin firmly, pulling it up to get a look at my face.”

Wait for me on your knees.“She’s not scared or wincing but open and accepting, drinking in the sensation.”

What DO Women Want?“This cultural context also means that what research describes might not be how things actually are, but how the current culture is shaping them to be.”

Sugasm EditorSex Work And Honesty: Political Opinions

Editor’s ChoiceLike Rube Goldberg

More SugasmJoin the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
‘Just Mates’ - a short story
The Mile High Club…Almost
Misunderstanding. Confession #216
Monday’s Passion
OMG, You are Such a Flirt!
Real Live Sex
Shopgirl
Temporary Insanity
Yours

Sex Advice
5 Advanced Anal Sex Techniques
5 Sexy Gifts for Valentine’s Day
CurvaceousDee’s Love of Long Hair on Guys
Love Machine (Sex Machine) Review
Safety For Men Who Love Toys
This Sex Is Not Being Televised

BDSM & Fetish
Abduction + Rape Play
Blueprint
The Domme Experiment
Greedy slut
Origins, Part II: Caught.
Sex-kitten, restrained and purring.
Vanilla boy
Western fantasy - part 8 (the revelation)
What you do for me

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Katsumi with glass dildo
Love me tender…or else
Pearls and lace

Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
10 for 2… Or More!Top Ten Sex Toys For Couples
Another reason to dislike New Labour (without mentioning Jacqui Smith)
My Dirty Monday: Fetish Fantasy Inflatable Position Master

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Bareback and Breeding
The Blow Job
His fingers, the tip of my pinkie
Sex in SF
Snuggles and Sex