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5 posts categorized "Autoeroticism"

June 16, 2007

High Rise

I  posted this in a temporary haven, but it belongs here. Fiction for a rainy night.

High Rise

It’s always about the neighbors; they’ll surely complain or think all sorts of things, if I turn the volume up until the walls vibrate, keeping in time with moans, moist slides or the sound of fucking. The view, thirteen floors up, spells high risk. My feet rest against the glass, and my hand rests between my legs as the portable DVD player spins the disc. My eyes gaze toward the building across, waiting for silhouette to stand at the window.

Male or female, it’s hard to tell but tonight they’ll be male, waiting for me to part my legs to give them a show as the disc burns a straight line path into my pleasure center, like a fired up laser, slicing through tendons and flesh.

I slide my jeans down, revealing my naked flesh. My hips jut upward, and the film plays; each stereophonic moan jolts my core, wetting my pussy. They lick and I swirl my clit, fingers running wild.

Ring-a-ring-a-Rosey,

My pussy’s a little toasty...

The silhouette looms, hovering like a specter, haunting my solo one-woman act. It feels so…

My finger skates, and I drive it in deep, until the tip can’t go any further as I raise my hips to present my cunt to the silhouette standing at the window across the street.

I imagine all sorts of things. He scopes out my cunt, with binoculars, peering at me as saliva drips onto his chin, and for that silvery string to drip onto his sweaty chest, for his hand to grip his cock, a cock he’d like to torture me with. He yanks it upward, straining it slightly until his visceral moan condenses the glass before him.

‘I’d like to fuck you,’ he’d say, ‘open your legs for me. A little wider so I can shove my cock all the way inside, until your breath dissipates, until you feel faint.’

My ears tingle in response to the sound of a woman receiving a cock…

The figure shifts to my right. The two fingers within me push harder, transforming into a cock.

‘You want it? Take it if you want it. Fuck it all the way to the bank, Jack.’

I stuff my fingers in, visualize each drop spilling out of my slit, to coat the groove as it spreads outward to moisturize my inner thighs. Goop…

Drip, drip…

Fuck.

Me.

I tell him so with each whimper.

I’m a gluttonous feline that needs to be fucked a hundred times a day.

He presses his left palm against the window, while his other hand drops down, to disappear in the vicinity of his cock.

‘Oh yes…fuck me with it’ and my clit burns brightly, knowing he wants to take his stiff cock and rub my soft wet ring as an appetizer, before he shoves it in; round and round we go, into the hole we go.

A tissue, a tissue…’cos I’m going to cum…

June 14, 2007

Objects d’Art: LELO Nea Mini Vibrator Review

My not so fond memories, of sex toys are related to high powered (or noisy) vibrators, that have a distinctive phallic flavor, one of which was the source of some impromptu embarrassment in a public café on an afternoon I decided to open the surprise -prank- birthday present from two girlfriends. Luckily things change over time; sex toys have benefited in the area of design and technical innovation.

The Nea, from LELO (Luxury Erotic Lifestyle Objects), offers discretion that is second to none. Its ornate porcelain-like finish, and rounded curves add an artistic edge . It reminded me of a bent egg, with a subtle pleasure point. Its floral motifs accentuate each curve, and when added to its petite size; if it wasn’t a sex toy, it could sit in the high fashion accessory section of any clothing boutique. Such is its finery.

Black1I took the risk and slipped it into my bag, took it to work and revealed it when the coast cleared a little. I sat at my desk massaging my neck with the curvaceous toy, to be asked a few questions such as where I bought the nifty gadget. The person posting this question did not know or realise that the Nea pleasure object was a sex toy.

‘It’s gorgeous, what is it?’ one said. When I activated it, and rubbed my temples, they assumed it was a new line facial massager. ‘Ideal for office stress,’ I replied, gazing at my new little baby Black Pearl affectionately.

‘It’s light,’ another began, to conclude that it felt quite fab pressed against the junction of their neck and shoulder. Its gentle hum, or vibration, added more points.

I didn’t reveal its elite sex toy status. I would like to point out that I had not, as yet, intimately trialed the Nea. Nonetheless, it proved to be an interesting non sexual experiment. I did fear for its safety; its floral décor, smooth texture, curves and lightness appealed to a high degree. Those I showed could not stop touching it, and neither could I after I returned home.

The LELO Nea makes a ideal gift, and its ingenious shape and lightness (39 grams of mind altering pleasure) make it a fantastic introduction to clitoral vibrators, especially for women who are yet to make their first purchase. A sex toy need not be shaped like a penis to provide pleasure when the clitoris is the prime pleasure zone. The Nea may be small, and fit in the palm of the hand, but this doesn’t limit its capacity to pleasure.

Nea is a chargeable toy, thus eliminating the need for battery purchase, and has a one-year warranty from the date of purchase. It comes with its own charger, and three socket outlets, that should enable anyone, from any part of the world, to charge it on any outlet. It operates on an internal Lithium battery, and once charged has a stand by time of up to 90 days. It takes two hours to charge fully, and can provide seven hours of erotic delights. Simple to use; it has two buttons, framed by a LED screen. The minus button acts to turn the toy off, and to descend from a high setting, whereas the plus button increases the intensity of the vibration.

Fully charged, and ready to go, I initially whirled it up and down, over my pants. There are no marked lines that demarcate vibration levels, as you increase the intensity using the + button. Spontaneity lies in the Nea’s simplicity. I pressed until I reached the highest intensity, and felt comfortable with the fact that its soft hum didn’t remind me of a large dentist drill (that resonates with every suture in your skull). This toy can be safely placed in your panties; it was the most fun I had washing the dishes for a long time.

Things heated up in my boudoir. I introduced it to my pudenda, one that has been accustomed to directBlack2  digital stimulation for a few years now, and rested the Nea so its pleasure point curved over my clitoris. Reaching orgasm in this position takes a little longer, but it’s pleasurable just the same. The merits of its shape enable a comfortable grip. I started off by stimulating the outskirts, the crease between both sets of labia, arcing the pleasure point around the area. It offered a steady, gentle hum. I then roved further inward, caressing the inner labia, working my way upward to tease the clitoral hood, where I remained.

The curved shape of the pleasure point offers gentle stimulation, regardless of the setting. The Nea’s shape guarantees a smooth ride, regardless of intensity. There is no danger of overshooting the mark, for your clitoris to cry out in pain or discomfort. My strokes varied. At my clitoris, I started with the tried and tested circular strokes that reminded me of my fingers, with added pizzazz. I then worked the pleasure point up and down, from clitoris to perineum. The steady vibration extended to my urethra, and added vivid hues or spices to the experience.

Throughout all this, I felt myself relax, right down to my feet while my arousal ascended. I have to admit that it was a longer climb for me, not the same as my usual orgasmic outburst. Nonetheless, the fruits of my vibratory pleasure proved as the toy demands respect, and perhaps forces one to appreciate the steady climb. It was as I reached the peak, as I swirled the pleasure point over my clitoris (strangely enough, it brought to mind playing a guitar using a pick to pluck each note), that the first orgasmic rippled sashayed through; deliciously smooth, it was a far cry from the immediate orgasmic jolt I usually experience with manual stimulation. The Nea is a clitoral stimulator and serves this purpose, but it also stirs every skin receptor surrounding the clitoris, taking each receptor to the next quantum and keeping each receptor suspended in a pleasant state of arousal As an added post orgasmic bonus, I ran the pleasure point down, over my clitoris, to intensify the post orgasmic contractions.

Pluses:

Discreet, quiet vibration. Ideal if you’re sharing a residence and don’t want your roomies listening in. Barely audible under the covers.

Two buttons mean easy navigation. No knobs to twist and turn.

Ideal for gentle clitoral stimulation.

Ideal for any one new to sex toys and/or clitoral stimulators.

Its size minimizes travel dramas; can be locked by simultaneously pressing the +/- buttons to prevent accidental activation.

Packaging, shape and presentation make for an ideal romantic/sexy gift.

LELO products do not contain Phthaletes.

Orders from Black Label also include a plush pouch for luxurious storage.

~~

Price: AUD $125.00, US $105.31, GBP 53.50 & EURO 78.83

LELO Nea is available from Lelo, and from many major sex toy distributors 

May 26, 2007

Getting Off..

They’re black, pointy, and slick in their curves, and boast a set of buckles across each ankle; the fuck-me boots, my most recent purchase, have been added them to my daily planner. I’m ready to roll them out next week, sit in his presence and casually cross my legs, and toe-tap my way into my internal mayhem, or delirium.

The desire to pin a merit badge on my chest, proclaiming my containment, gets stronger by the day. I’m amazed at this self-control. I’ll be asked something like, ‘you’ve fallen haven’t you?’ and it’s more akin to plunging into the pulsing crimson artery of desire; the bubbling river pulses through my head each time I see him.

I swim in lyrics, and dive into my own pool. It surfaces, tainting my regular thought mill; regulated tasks, procedures and order blurs, and the creeper called desire runs amok.

‘ Getting off
I'm getting off
Keep getting off
Keep getting off
I'm getting off
I'm getting off to you
It's not enough
It's not enough
And more can never be enough
I'm getting off
I'm getting off to you

Hold my knees
Lick my treat?

Fuck I'm coming
Fuck I'm coming on you
I'm coming
Fuck
I'm coming on you’ – Korn, Getting Off

Imagine walking through a peaceful street, or quiet alley. The superficial things look ordinary, and are imbued with calmness. Then, out of the blue, a hand reaches out, rests on your shoulder and forces you to take a step back. Desire.

Its fingers reach out, caressing each square centimeter of my flesh, while howling down my neck to whisper dirty-sweet sentiments. The same fingers dig into the waistband of my pants, until I’m forced back, and pushed forward until my cheek slams against the cold concrete wall, and each finger delves into my softer parts, dictating pathways that soften my resolve to maintain the daily status quo, and detour into the realm of frank, livid and sometime bestial, lust.

‘Licking your own skin, so pretty…

When you finally come, it’s so pretty…’

~~

If you're on the official Korn site, don't miss listening to Freak on a Leash, featuring Amy Lee of Evanescence. It ROCKS.

May 12, 2007

Midnight

I think phermones hang about like bacteria on cold surfaces. The teensy weensy molecules are up and about at first, whirling in the air, and as we all know what goes up must come down, so I think his pheromones are surrounding my work desk, and oh my…

This afternoon I sat with on leg over the other, punching in data and my mind randomly drifted into the place of want, lust, daydreams and sex. These elements twirl round and round, like an x rated ceiling mobile. I can be in bed at night, staring at the ceiling above, picturing all sorts of things as I’m stuck in my own languor.

It eventually fades, and I continue on with the domestic chores, but my return to the daily grind these last few weeks has seen a small transformation and I’m considering the evolutionary aspects; there has never been anyone remotely arousing in the domain, not until he walked in, and I’ve been preening like a peacock except I don’t prance around with my arse in the air shaking my tail feathers.

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April 12, 2007

Autoerotica

Pornnovel I was reading about this new innovation, the virtual boyfriend (or girlfriend, it all depends on what you desire) or as virtual as the word Tamagochi implies. Is it for people who have had enough online dating? Does it provide a relationship run-through before you get railroaded?

It works in the same way as the original Tamagotchi, except that you have to keep your partner happy and you do this by taking them out, giving them compliments, being sexually inventive and so on. Doing this gives you points, and the more points you accumulate, the more chance of the relationship surviving.

The idea of a bona fide virtual partner isn’t new. An older article from 2005 (New York Times) discussed the merits of a virtual partner - at length, I may add - and it’s quite scary considering a person is highly likely to come across a person with a crap general knowledge of the world. There are many instances where one is on a date and one is faced with a partner who is devoid of a large chunk of general knowledge. Vivienne, the virtual character in the NY Times article, can converse on 35,000 topics, everything from philosophy to sculpture. It is scary because the chances of dating someone like that are quite low.

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