Ho Ho Ho

I’ve written before about how much I love games, poker, and every type of wager.  I can’t imagine much that could make the sexy game of poker sexier.  But it’s important never to say never, and now a lovely, kinky friend of mine has designed the back of this deck of fetish-and-Mardi-Gras-themed poker cards.  She and three other artists have all chipped in to create the face cards–masked men and women in bondage or doing lovely, awful, wonderful, nasty things to each other.  Robbie and I have joked for months about how these are the real definition of stocking stuffers, and now the cards are out, just in time for the holidays.  $20 per deck, available through the Deck of Art.  I get nothing in kickbacks, but I do confess that I’m hoping for a little smooch for being such a good girl this year.  *Mwah* to the lovely tartdesweet, whose own paintings can be found on her website.

 

Objects of Desire

From Italian design shop Itunube, little cuffs for your wrist–kind of like wrist collars, but better.  I do seem obsessed with this type of thing.  Robbie says he will get me all of it, and more, when he wins the lottery.  So basically any day now.

(Actually, neither of us is very big on conspicuous consumption–we just like to think we’d do it well if we ever needed to.)

Bracelaces, $25 through my beloved Lost at E Minor; more amazing jewelry and design items at the Itunube site.

 

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to all!

Here’s to a joyous day, with only the appropriate amount of peeking . . .

 

All I Want for Christmas . . .

. . . is to have a good time during the time I spend with Robbie.  I’m broke, so’s he, and like many people, we feel irresponsible buying lots of expensive sex toys gifts this year.

And yet . . . my love of floggers, which is only a recent discovery, continues to grow.  We have some floggers R. made by hand, from rope, but they do not have the impact, visual or physical, of something like this 27″ Plait Leather Flogger with Braided Handle, from Northbound Leather.  (I don’t even know if this flogger is good, actually, but I am pretty sure someone hit me with at least one Northbound product once, and that it was divine.)

This flogger is $154.00.  Anyone know of anything substantial for half that price or less that will not disintegrate?  I would be so very grateful, I assure you.

 

Home Again, Home Again . . .

Jiggity-jig?

I am back in my own home after two and a half months of wandering. Wow.

It’s somewhat less exciting than I thought it would be. And definitely hotter (as in: temperature in August) than I remembered. My cats are thinner, though, and they smell better; that’s got to be good. And I feel . . . solid. Grounded.

The catsitters who were living here over the summer left me some things to help ease my transition back into My Regular Life. Basmati rice; power bars; a lot of booze–all the essentials.

Oh, and one more essential, oddly located on the floor, next to the extension cords for the computer . . .

A giant, black, gleaming rubber butt plug.

(Not unlike this beauty, from Eden Fantasy.)

I wonder if they were trying to tell me something??

 

A Change of Pace

I took a minute to shuffle some of the links under “visual bliss” at the bottom of my blogroll–and I added, among other things, modfetish, which was the source of the Deseo “samurai girl” illustration below.

We’re trying some new things around here too . . . and seeing how they go. A change of pace can be a good thing, I keep repeating to myself.

By the way, Deseo sells cute and curvy tank tops, for those of you looking for new things to add to your summer wardrobes, as well as half-a-dozen prints (including this pouty little samurai).

 

Celebration!

A few people in my life have cause for celebration today . . . they know who they are.

Bottoms up, boys n’ girls!!!

Martini on PinkMilk‘s tab.

 

Retail Therapy

In an effort to throw off the winter blahs, I’ve been window shopping (the window’s the computer screen).

I particularly get off on visiting regular, yuppie, upscale stores and thinking about the pervertibility of their wares. Okay, yes, I’m dull–I believe I already admitted that.

But just look . . .

A DillonRogers cuff that says something naughty (I think “what goes around comes around” is pretty good, actually) would be cool.

And then next, say, a Coach keychain for the locks to some high-price leg shackles–maybe the ones from AtlantaBondage.

And just plain sexy stuff: new vibrators, a corset (I have just the one picked out), some staples (boyshorts, garters, stockings, balconette bras) . . . skirts so he can reach up them . . .

When we win the lottery. Yep.

 

Sex toy reviews

Merry Sex Toy Christmas!

The Sexmas sex toy gift lists are out now. Reading them, you’d think the sexy people of the world have nothing more pressing than the need for a $130 vibrator.

This year, I’m (mostly) being restrained, and buying him things besides the handcuffs and njoy wand we invested in last year. For one thing, we’re pacing ourselves. For another, there are plenty of vanilla things we want and need.

Most of all, though, I’m realizing that when it comes right down to it, we get the most enjoyment out of our bodies and our minds. Aside from our amazing collar and cuffs, a few sets of clips, and his gorgeous riding crop, most of the things we enjoy are either cheap pervertibles (clothespins, leashes, things-what-he-uses to whack my ass) or are attached to us 24-7.

Exhibit A: we own four “real” vibrators between the two of us, and none of them does a darn thing for me. (Okay, one of them does. But only when he takes the time to really work at it, and me.) Leaving out the rabbit vibe that he can make sing when he wants to . . . that’s $110 vibrating dollars, so far next-to-useless on me, and not for want of giving it a good college try.

I’m not sure why none of it appeals. It’s partly, I think, that we’re too lazy to get the toys out (because we’re both so compulsive about storing and cleaning them.) And partly because, with toys, they really have to work, and you never know what will do the job.

Take those four vibes. Not a one of them is a patch on the $20 Brookstone “face massager” I got almost ten years ago as a birthday present. I’d love to “upgrade” it to something that looks a little less industrial. But the wondrous thing about this little massager (besides the fat, satisfying curve of the version I have) is the pitch of the vibrations . . . they are slow, low, deep frequency, a seductive hum. Virtually every other vibrator I’ve known shocks my clit into total sensory overload, an upleasant numbing-out, within seconds.

Why is it so hard to find something similar, except cute? I don’t get it. They’ve started to advertise sex toys so much more clearly. They’ll tell me all about the materials, the color, the size, the specs, the designer . . . why can’t they just tell me what the damn thing feels like?! Is that really so hard?

And while I’m on my rant here (I mean, ’tis the season to rant–I hate the holidays), no one talks about this in reviews, either. I know. I’ve been reading reviews for months, searching for something that says “really low thrum vibe.” Can’t find it. So if anyone knows anything out there with about the vibratory intensity of a washing machine–except a little bit smaller–let me know. I’ll tell Santa.

Edit: I see that the ever-innovative Babeland gives vibes “intensity ratings.” Ohhhhhhhhh-kay. I’d use their rating if I hadn’t read what they had to say about how to get the most out of your power-vibe: “If you have a strong vibe, like the Hitachi Magic Wand, you can put a cloth, blanket or hand in between your clit and the vibe to diffuse the stimulation.”

I did know that–I’ve wanked through panties before. But come on. A blanket? Ooh, sexy. “Hey babe, want to watch me rub a giant white-and-blue wand all over my blanketed lower torso? Yeah, you know you do! Oh yeah baby, I’m hot, you know it.”

Edit 2: Okay, I think I can tell Santa myself. I just hope he has more money than I do . . . $37.99 for a pocket rocket?

Then again, it is pink . . .