“I ordered a vibrator online a couple of weeks ago, but getting my hands on it turned out to be more difficult than it should have been!
I’d paid for express postage so it would arrive at my place before I had to get on an interstate flight home to my parents’ place for six weeks. But then the store emailed me saying it wasn’t in stock and it was only going to arrive the week after I left. (I can’t get off without a little ‘help’, if you feel me, and no way was I going to spend six weeks interstate without having any fun, so I was kind of freaking out a bit.)
Luckily my younger brother lives on campus at the same place I do (and the store said they shipped discreetly) so I asked him to pick up the parcel for me and bring it home with him when he got his flight home, two weeks after me. But he’s the inquisitive type so he was asking all these questions, like, what’s in it, why can’t you just get it in a couple of months when you get back? I’m a terrible liar so I was sweating bullets the whole time but I told him it was a Christmas present, and I’m not sure he bought it but he agreed to take it with him anyway.
And the worst part was, he was going on a hiking trip with friends before coming home, so he had to carry it up and down mountains in his backpack the whole time, and I was so scared he’d damage it by accident or accidentally open it. Turns out that he had it in his carry-on luggage when he got on the plane home, which could have been a disaster - imagine if it had shown up as something suspicious on the x-ray at security and he had to open it!
I got through the two weeks without it by using my electric toothbrush (thank you so much for that tip, I might have gone crazy otherwise!) and last night I finally got to try my new vibrator out. It’s a Mia 2 by Lelo and let me tell you, I would absolutely recommend it, especially for girls who live with other people and want something discreet. It’s small and super quiet - I turned it to its highest setting and I’m positive my parents and my brother in the next room didn’t notice a thing! It packs a punch, too - even though I only used it over the top of my panties, I came in about three minutes flat. I’m so glad it was worth the wait!”
“I was looking for a vibrator in the app store and I came across this gem! It’s just a vibrator on your phone but it allows you to connect with other people and they can control the vibrator for you and you can connect with either people you know or complete strangers. The only problem is that not many people know about this app so there aren’t many strangers you can connect with if any at all. But you can use this app with your long distance lover anyway ;) I just wanted to let everyone know about it!”
Yay sex scenes!
“I just moved into a new house with a whirlpool tub and thought of your blog. Let’s just say bathing isn’t the only thing being done in that tub anymore ;o”
"So I’ve always seen the tips about using a shower head, but I don’t have a detachable shower head. So feeling creative I decided to give my jacuzzi bath a try. Just swung my legs over the tub, laid back, and let the jets blast itself into my clit and wow! I’ve never orgasmed so much or gotten off by myself to the point where I’m moaning and saying “oh fuck.” It’s my new favorite thing to do!!! If you have a jacuzzi bath tub I highly recommend it!”
“So I have this fantasy… but it’s kind of a problem.
I just started my new job about a month ago. And it’s great, but about a week in or so I had a really intense sexual dream about my boss. It was really random. I’d never thought about him like that before, ever. I woke up really confused cause I was like “what? I’m not even attracted to him!” And I meant it (Not that he’s ugly or anything; he’s actually a good looking person, I just wasn’t attracted to him) . I know things like that happen all the time in dreams so I shrugged it off. But then a week or so later, he was helping me with something at work, showing me how to do stuff, and, his hands moved fast and he wasn’t clumsy and I swear to god it actually turned me on - so much that I got really nervous and shaky and he had to ask me if I was okay.
After that was when my imagination ran wild. At nights it was all I’d think about; Him watching me get off, me making him moan as I give him head, him pinning me up against the wall, doing it here, there, anywhere….
…but because I didn’t see him often it didn’t have any kind of effect. Until recently, when he comes into work when I work. I can’t look at him the same. He’ll be working nearby and I’ll be nervous. When he tries to talk to me I can’t make eye contact with him and I have to be quiet. All of my other co-workers have fun with him and laugh and then I’m just kind of… cold towards him, cause I don’t know what else to do. It’s distracting when I’m working too! He’ll be standing near me and I will space out for a minute, caught up in a fantasy. I blush and shake myself out of it sooner or later, but it’s horrible!
While the fantasies are lovely, they are more of a pain in the butt. I have no idea what to do anymore! I can’t quit… but working there is almost a nightmare sometimes!”
That sweet midnight summer heat has started to wrap around your body tighter than my arms. With all the windows open you watch the curtains dance and you feel the significance of each breeze as it wanders over the landscape of your body. Your hip bones poke through your skin like they’ve got stories to tell and your palms start to sweat. When were gone we won’t remember any of these details. Just the fights and just the laughs. When were gone we won’t remember exactly how our skin stuck together in the summer or how we never had enough blankets in the winter. You’ll make a bed one day that I won’t lay in. You’ll look to the passenger seat of your car only to look further out the window. You’ll cook dinner in smaller portions and do laundry with less quarters in your pockets. You have a heart so rich in beauty and a head so thick with sadness. As the stress piles to your ceilings you watch cobwebs collect in the corners of your mind. Listening to a ceiling fan click and watching it sway you have panic attacks that come like the flu. You’re young. These are the pains of youth rested at the side of it’s beauty. These are the cons to your pros. The milk to your coffee. The honey to your tea. The ginger in my whiskey. The weak to your tired. You’re still young.
“So I recently bought a tube of Marc Jacobs mascara from Sephora. Unfortunately, it’s sort of clumpy and always irritates my contact lenses. However, a few days ago it dawned on me that there might be a better use for it. It’s pretty dick shaped and like 6 inches long, and sure enough it makes an excellent dildo! Obviously it doesn’t vibrate or anything but it still feels REALLY good and I actually orgasmed using it!”
”[I am an openly queer woman, and I have a queer female friend who’s absolutely a peach. She’s beautiful, fun, and a very good friend. Recently, we admitted our attraction to each other; and we’ve been flirting ever since.
One night, she came over to watch movies and drink sangrias. One thing led to another, and we ended up in the bedroom. What happened next, I dream of almost every night. I hope you and your followers enjoy, Holly. I sure did!]
She was on top of me, her hands on the sheets on either side of my head. She looked into my eyes, then giggled and hung her head.
"It looks so silly!"
I glanced down at the thin, red cock that stood out proudly between her fair, slim legs. The bright red straps contrasted the creamy complexion of her hips and thighs. I glanced a second time.
"You look fine. Really." I gave a reassuring smile.
"Now, then…" The cock felt so smooth and cool in my hands. It was such a contrast to the searing heat between me and this beautiful muse — this delicate, porcelain-like Aphrodite — that radiated throughout the bedroom.
I lead her inside of myself. I felt my pussy open up around her. I let out a soft moan, and I squirmed beneath her.
"Okay, love…now just…thrust slowly, and—"
Her hips moved forward, and I could hear her panting. I could smell the sangria on her breath — sweet wine and delicious fruits with a touch of bitter vodka.
I gasped at the voraciousness of her inner appetite. Her hips slapped against mine with every thrust. She was so deep inside of me. The room began to spin. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.
I held on to the sheets. I felt my body rocking against hers. I was on the verge of cumming. I lifted my hips.
For a brief moment, our eyes met. She was so carnal. I felt my pussy began to pulse around her. I began to cum.
I gripped her back, her shoulders. She grunted with effort as she thrust through my orgasm. I grabbed her hips and held her to me, as I felt her wriggle inside of me, trying to adjust her position.
I kissed her neck, the delicious hollow of her throat. I felt a sheen of sweat on her body.
She pulled her cock out of me, gently, slowly; and I moaned at the movement and then sudden emptiness. My body missed her, but I longed to make her cum the way she made me cum on her delicious strap-on.
She lay on her back, and I sat back and stared. She was so beautiful — a slim, petite figure lightly peppered with beauty marks and freckles.
"…nothing." I whispered. "You’re just…wow. Beautiful."
I kissed down her body, and I felt her body move beneath me against my mouth. I gently nibbled her hip bones. And when I got to her center, I blew gently on her pussy.
"I’m sorry; did I hurt you?"
"No…no…it feels good…"
She was so fragile, so delicate. I stroked her thighs with my trembling palms. I blew again, focusing on her clit. I stared into her center while her body bucked and a moan slipped from her open mouth.
I gazed up her squirming body. Her head was turned to the side, her cheek resting lightly against one of my pillows. Her eyes her closed. I watched her chest rise and fall with each shaky breath.
"Come up…" She whispered. "Lie on top of me, and rub my clit."
I placed my fingertips right above her clit, pressing my palm into her skin. I rose to meet her gaze, and I rubbed gently, applying pressure as I moved my hand left and right.
She jerked, moaned, gasped, and twitched. I kissed her cheek, her neck. I nibbled her earlobe. She got louder. I was aching to slide my fingers inside of her, but I resisted. I would hurt her, and I refused to do so.
I smirked as her moans rose in volume. I placed my free hand over her mouth, muffling her desperate cries.
"You’re gonna wake up my neighbor, baby." I chuckled and rubbed harder. Her pussy felt so good against my fingertips.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I panted as she began to cum. I was wet and on the verge of my own orgasm.
"Ah…oh…oh, God…oh, my God…shit…!"
Her hips rolled against my hand. I pressed her harder. She fell limp on the bed, panting and sighing. Little moans trickled over her lips.
I lay beside her, and I covered us with my sheets. I held her body close to mine, and I delicately kissed her cheeks, her nose, between her eyes. I stroked her hair.
"You’re so beautiful. So pretty." I said in a low, husky voice.
"You are, too."
We kissed, our legs tangled in the sheets.
That whole night, we made each other cum again and again. I came in her mouth, her lips and tongue teasing and sucking my swollen clit. She came against me, her between my legs, pussies grinding and bumping as she humped me with reckless abandon. When she came against me, I could feel her cunt pulsing against mine. She collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her, and I held her quivering body.
When she finally left to go home, it felt like a dream. when I woke up naked the next morning, I knew that it had been a reality. I became wet as I replayed everything in my head.
We have plans to have sex again. And I can’t wait.”