Well, we did finally get the bench be-hooked - hopefully we'll be trying that out this week.
In addition, we bought some supplies for a wooden pony, because I've wanted one of those for like, oh, six years or something now. I found these delightful metal brackets for making easy sawhorses at Home Depot (how much do I love that store? A lot.) a while ago, and picked them up as I thought they'd make a good basis for a pony. We finally went tonight and got wood for the legs, sandpaper, varnish, etc., to finish the rest of it. For the top I got a piece of really nice "premium" pine that already has a rounded edge. It's just a matter of sanding it a bit more, putting the varnish on, and then putting it together. We'll probably have to make some height adjustments too, but that's what power tools are for. That should hopefully be done this week as well.
Also acquired is a Twitter account for me. Apparently all the cool kids are doing it? Either way, you can find me here, or, you know, that button-thingy on the side there. Sometimes I have things to say, but not what I think is a whole blog entry, so I'm hoping to post on a regular basis there, even if I don't post long things here so much.
Showing posts with label toys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toys. Show all posts
Sunday, February 06, 2011
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Well then!
I had my first experience with a Hitachi last night. We'd actually bought it about, oh, a month ago, and Jay's been using it, but I have so far resisted. I was... intimidated? Concerned? Hmm. Well, not totally on board with having a Hitachi applied to me.
I mean, that sucker is fucking loud.
I was apparently in somewhat more experimental mental space last night - or at least willing to be talked in to things - because when Jay said "Oooh, let's try out the Hitachi" in the midst of our excited erotic fumblings, I said "Okay?" Maybe it was just that I didn't feel like saying "no" yet again.
Yes, there was a question mark on that.
And... you know, it's different. Not bad, definitely very intense. But different. It's definitely thrum-my, which I've heard. And I found that for me, unlike most vibrators, it needs to not be applied directly to my clit. Press it in to my pubic bone, above or below the clit? Oh now that is delightful. I highly enjoy the fact that everything vibrates.
Is it a game-changer? Nah. Did it totally rock my world and/or tilt it off its axis? Nope. Will I use it again? Meh, probably. I just can't see myself reaching for it repeatedly and often. Of course, I don't reach for vibrators that often anyway, so that's really not super-surprising.
What is interesting is that the twiddly bits were not nearly as sensitive after orgasm as they usually are. How much of that is the Hitachi and how much of that is just where I am on the sexuality swing (see also: the other night, I masturbated to orgasm, and immediately wanted to go again), who knows.
So one Hitachi-assisted orgasm and one penis-assisted orgasm later, at 10 at night, I passed the hell out. And woke up at 6 the next morning with my necklace still on. Classy.
Obviously I needed that.
I mean, that sucker is fucking loud.
I was apparently in somewhat more experimental mental space last night - or at least willing to be talked in to things - because when Jay said "Oooh, let's try out the Hitachi" in the midst of our excited erotic fumblings, I said "Okay?" Maybe it was just that I didn't feel like saying "no" yet again.
Yes, there was a question mark on that.
And... you know, it's different. Not bad, definitely very intense. But different. It's definitely thrum-my, which I've heard. And I found that for me, unlike most vibrators, it needs to not be applied directly to my clit. Press it in to my pubic bone, above or below the clit? Oh now that is delightful. I highly enjoy the fact that everything vibrates.
Is it a game-changer? Nah. Did it totally rock my world and/or tilt it off its axis? Nope. Will I use it again? Meh, probably. I just can't see myself reaching for it repeatedly and often. Of course, I don't reach for vibrators that often anyway, so that's really not super-surprising.
What is interesting is that the twiddly bits were not nearly as sensitive after orgasm as they usually are. How much of that is the Hitachi and how much of that is just where I am on the sexuality swing (see also: the other night, I masturbated to orgasm, and immediately wanted to go again), who knows.
So one Hitachi-assisted orgasm and one penis-assisted orgasm later, at 10 at night, I passed the hell out. And woke up at 6 the next morning with my necklace still on. Classy.
Obviously I needed that.
Monday, June 14, 2010
I don't think you're paying enough attention to me, she says as she rubs her naked body close to his in bed.
Oh? he replies.
No, you definitely haven't. I have been giving you so many clues, she whines.
Like what? he asks.
Like even on Wednesday when I fell asleep at 9, and I said that I was thinking of putting on the collar and the leash and waiting and letting you find me like that? That was a big fucking hint.
I have clearly been remiss in my duties, he states. Put the pink things in, go about your business, and I'll deal with you later.
Oh? he replies.
No, you definitely haven't. I have been giving you so many clues, she whines.
Like what? he asks.
Like even on Wednesday when I fell asleep at 9, and I said that I was thinking of putting on the collar and the leash and waiting and letting you find me like that? That was a big fucking hint.
I have clearly been remiss in my duties, he states. Put the pink things in, go about your business, and I'll deal with you later.
Friday, June 04, 2010
Project plans
One of the biggest selling points of our current house was that there are enough rooms that both Jay and I can have our own, separate offices, and we can also have a guest room. Jay and I are both the type of people who need space of our own, to do our own crap in, etc. and so on.
Better yet, my office is up on the third floor, which means there's a whole floor between it and the downstairs neighbors. Meaning I can be up there with the stereo blasting, working on whatever I like, and they don't hear me.
And perhaps best of all, I can paint my office.
The office is currently getting painted a lovely deep dark blue called "Nocturnal Sea". Eventually a painted, glow-in-the-dark moon and stars will go up there as well, and I've already bought a room-sized rug for it.
Once it's done, I will have a nice little office. And Jay and I will have a nice little playroom, with a conveniently-located attic in which to store some of the larger pieces we're thinking about building, such as a wooden pony, and a spanking bench, and a bondage frame.
Sure, we could buy them, but where's the fun in that? I <3 power tools.
We'll also have a nice bureau in which to store some of our toys, like the honkin' huge (seriously, it is titanically huge) dildo I just bought! Apparently right now I am very interested in insertions, specifically, large ones. Good times!
There will also be hooks for canes and crops and paddles and such, and nice thick curtains so no one can see in. And air-conditioning, because fuck this summer heat and humidity, seriously.
The second coat of paint goes on this weekend, and then the stars, and then the rug and OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY.
Better yet, my office is up on the third floor, which means there's a whole floor between it and the downstairs neighbors. Meaning I can be up there with the stereo blasting, working on whatever I like, and they don't hear me.
And perhaps best of all, I can paint my office.
The office is currently getting painted a lovely deep dark blue called "Nocturnal Sea". Eventually a painted, glow-in-the-dark moon and stars will go up there as well, and I've already bought a room-sized rug for it.
Once it's done, I will have a nice little office. And Jay and I will have a nice little playroom, with a conveniently-located attic in which to store some of the larger pieces we're thinking about building, such as a wooden pony, and a spanking bench, and a bondage frame.
Sure, we could buy them, but where's the fun in that? I <3 power tools.
We'll also have a nice bureau in which to store some of our toys, like the honkin' huge (seriously, it is titanically huge) dildo I just bought! Apparently right now I am very interested in insertions, specifically, large ones. Good times!
There will also be hooks for canes and crops and paddles and such, and nice thick curtains so no one can see in. And air-conditioning, because fuck this summer heat and humidity, seriously.
The second coat of paint goes on this weekend, and then the stars, and then the rug and OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY.
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Everyone loves mail, part II
Arriving in the mail today, courtesy of my credit card and the fine folks at Blowfish:
As for the previous mail, we did in fact try out the new clamps on Monday night. I was sitting on the couch wasting time and half-watching the football game (serious Patriots, that was not your best outing) when Jay walks in with the new clamps delicately jingling in his hand and says "Take off your shirt."
Oh. Well then.
I give him a conflicted look and took it off, then asked him why he said I should take it off.
"Because they you can take off your bra."
Oh.
The bra comes off and Jay moves over by me to put on the clamps. The good news: the clamps are adjustable and since this week is apparently "Pain is GREAT" week for my nipples, they felt fantastic. The bad news is that my nipples are bigger than I thought (and I will swear that they're bigger than they used to be) and so the clamps don't really fit on them. I stood up and they both promptly fell off.
Not to be deterred, Jay shooed me in to the bedroom and bid me remove the rest of my clothing, whereupon he clipped them to my labia, where they could again delicately jingle. They still felt really good (like, really good; it's just apparently "Pain is GREAT" week for all of my body) but the jingling kind of broke my head. Every time I breathed there would be this gentle chiming from the rings as they swayed and hit each other, and I found it juuust a bit disconcerting.
My head got broken even worse when he clipped the rings together. Oh goody, just what a sadist always wanted, a fucking handle. And yes, I do mean that in both senses.
- A miniature "I Rub My Fishie" - did y'all know that it comes with its own shower shelf? It totally does. I think it's going to live in our shower (ps living by ourselves is AWESOME)
- A Feeldoe
As for the previous mail, we did in fact try out the new clamps on Monday night. I was sitting on the couch wasting time and half-watching the football game (serious Patriots, that was not your best outing) when Jay walks in with the new clamps delicately jingling in his hand and says "Take off your shirt."
Oh. Well then.
I give him a conflicted look and took it off, then asked him why he said I should take it off.
"Because they you can take off your bra."
Oh.
The bra comes off and Jay moves over by me to put on the clamps. The good news: the clamps are adjustable and since this week is apparently "Pain is GREAT" week for my nipples, they felt fantastic. The bad news is that my nipples are bigger than I thought (and I will swear that they're bigger than they used to be) and so the clamps don't really fit on them. I stood up and they both promptly fell off.
Not to be deterred, Jay shooed me in to the bedroom and bid me remove the rest of my clothing, whereupon he clipped them to my labia, where they could again delicately jingle. They still felt really good (like, really good; it's just apparently "Pain is GREAT" week for all of my body) but the jingling kind of broke my head. Every time I breathed there would be this gentle chiming from the rings as they swayed and hit each other, and I found it juuust a bit disconcerting.
My head got broken even worse when he clipped the rings together. Oh goody, just what a sadist always wanted, a fucking handle. And yes, I do mean that in both senses.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Everyone loves mail.
Arriving in the mail today:
Jay spent some more quality time last night pinching and twisting them, to the same reaction. His comment was "You know, I've always been told that nipples aren't faucets, but damned if they don't work that way on you." It doesn't work that way all the time, but hooo boy am I going to enjoy it while it does.
It's kind of a pity that Monday Night Football is on, because otherwise I'd so totally be in bed convincing Jay to try out the nipple clamps on me.
Actually... we live by ourselves, and the shades are closed. HMMM.
- An assortment of spreader bars, including a couple of 4" ones, for which we have some very specific purposes in mind
- Adjustable nipple clamps with 1" metal rings dangling from them
- A small bottle of Liquid Silk lube
Jay spent some more quality time last night pinching and twisting them, to the same reaction. His comment was "You know, I've always been told that nipples aren't faucets, but damned if they don't work that way on you." It doesn't work that way all the time, but hooo boy am I going to enjoy it while it does.
It's kind of a pity that Monday Night Football is on, because otherwise I'd so totally be in bed convincing Jay to try out the nipple clamps on me.
Actually... we live by ourselves, and the shades are closed. HMMM.
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I'm a 20-something feminist switch who tends toward the sub side, living with my hetero life mate/fellow switch/husband, and just trying to figure out what the hell's going on. This is a sex blog, but not strictly a sex blog, because sex is but a part of my life, even though it all ties together. Since I do talk about sex and other related topics, this blog is for adults only, please.
