Feels Like Summer

And I am feeling hot and bothered...

I Miss My Silent Friend

You know I am not really talking about a real human friend right? If you don't then you probably have to read on to know who my friend is. I once was gifted a friend made of pliable rubber and a texturized shaft with an eager beaver attached to it. It bends to my will. Haha! I only have praises for my friend who stuck with me for a good two years. Yes, I can be pretty loyal. I never picked a new friend. We stuck to each other through countless batteries and orgasms put together. And I gave my friend a pet name too: P3 (PCubed for Purple Pussy Pleaser).

The piece begins with a rounded head that tapers into a multiple texturized shaft, featuring several different types of ridges, ribbing, and nubs, for incredible stimulation as you reach the attachment. This attachment is shaped like a beaver with its tongue sticking out, perfect for clitoral massage as the vibrations will shudder and shake the beaver, forcing the tongue, face, and nubbed surface to tickle and tease the burning hot spot. A large knob-dial base directs the speed and intensity of the vibrations and is ergonomically ridged for greater handling and use. Superb waterproof construction makes this piece ideal for wet and wild play, and the free satin pouch is perfect for hiding or carrying around.

My friend lies safely hidden in my cabinet and hasn't seen the light of day for more than a year now. I kind of miss it actually but I think I need a new one. I need a new friend. In fact, I am just shopping for a friend or two at  EdenFantasys website. Do you have any suggestions? I think I might buy this whole set of Vanity by Jopen. If ever I could get my hands on these pretty pink friends then I will surely review them all for you, my ever loyal readers.

I really would want a new friend again...for sure!

Sexy Sunday Series 4

Let Us Help Japan!

While the devastating Japan earthquake and tsunami have passed, the recovery and mourning have just begun. The disaster could become the most expensive earthquake in history. The crisis could get even worse, depending on what happens next at the Fukushima nuclear power plant. This is indeed a string of disasters in epic proportions.

Now, more than ever, the Japanese people need our help and support to get through this crisis. It is sad but a poignant situation to bring the whole world together. The fury of nature has devastated Japan and every little help would count.

You don’t need to pack your bags and fly out to Japan to help, though. There are plenty of ways you can help online, whether it’s with your wallet or simply with your Twitter account. New technologies make it possible to lend a helping hand with your texts or even with virtual crops.

The American Red Cross has once again launched a texting campaign to raise money for relief efforts in the Pacific region. Last year, the Red Cross was able to raise over $20 million for Haiti relief through simple text donations. If you would like to donate to the American Red Cross for Japan Earthquake Relief, just text REDCROSS to 90999. Each text will provide $10 towards the Red Cross’s humanitarian efforts.

Let us all make a stand to restore Sendai and its neighboring places. Japan needs our help. These Japanese beauties need our help.

Once You Go Black...

You bet you'd be coming back for more...

When I Think Of You...

Sexy Sunday Series 3

And the angels landed on Earth...

NOTE: All photos are from Tumblr and are not mine. These photos are just for illustrative purposes. Thank you to the rightful owners.

Make Me Want You More and More

Oh yes, I can only agree and confirm. You have to make love to my mind before you talk to my pussy. But yeah, eat it anytime you want it. It's purring for you. Come home soon Baby. :-)

Naked Perspective: Cock Gazing

Here's an interesting read I found in a blog. I think it's an excerpt from a book. Read on...

Dear Men,

Yes you. All of you. We need to talk.

Allow me to bring something to your attention, if I may. That being the problem of how you sit. Everywhere you are, you always seem to sit in the same way: with your legs spread widely apart; whether on the tube, in an office, or in that coffee shop in Soho last week, where you distracted me from my writing a post on my blog.

Here’s the thing: unless we are going to have sex, I really must ask that you keep your legs together - it would be hugely appreciated if you could. Don't get me wrong: I quite like seeing a man with his legs splayed when he is sitting down, but that, you see, is where problems arise (possibly literally, but we'll come to that later).

I like to think I am aware of the reasons why men might recline in this manner; if I had a penis I would probably sit that way too, so as to allow my crotch some space to breathe (and protect future generations with my virile sperm). I imagine, being a bloke, it is quite comfortable spreading one's legs apart: it certainly lowers the risk of getting one's dinkle stuck in an awkward position (and we've all heard the stories about penis fractures) (I've actually met one: it had broken at a right-angle - ouch) (I am relieved to say it still worked. Very well in fact).

It would appear that sitting like this, according to many body-language experts, serves the function of marking one's territory: spread-out legs take up space - which shows other men potential dominance of the physical surroundings. (Much like being a tom-cat, but without the bad smell.) (Hopefully.) Perhaps this highlighting of the groin area is an evolutionary trait to show potential mates what's on offer: allowing one to 'check the goods' prior to purchase (always something one should do). As if a big arrow was pointing downwards, a man sitting with his legs apart seems to be saying, "Look at me. Here I am. This is my penis. Isn't it great?!" I can certainly see the advantage in that, but herein lies the problem: with men's groins so blatantly on show, a woman like me doesn't know where to look.

Let's be honest here: I like to look at men's crotches. This is no secret; I have no embarassment in admitting it. It's not that I am interested in seeing how big or small their penis might be - far from it - rather, it's just nice to see what's there. In a sort of knowing-which-side-it-might-be-lying type of way, or even I-wonder-what-it-would-look-like-hard-underneath-his-trousers kind of thing. Normal stuff, basically. So when faced with a Cock Bulge On Display Because A Man Is Sitting There With His Legs Wide Apart, where else is a woman supposed to fix her eyes? Yes, I've tried to look at a bloke's face, or his hands, or even his feet, but with such a prominent visual display of genitalia, I find it hard to rest my gaze anywhere else but there.

My male friends tell me they have a problem with women who wear low-cut tops; that with any cleavage in view, their eyes are drawn to it - even if they don't find the woman attractive, or worse, she's a friend, they still cannot help but look. I know this isn't just a hetrosexual thing: a gay mate of mine admitted to me he was captivated by my boobs and spent much of an evening peering down my top (with my blessing, I should add: it’s just the staring without permission that annoys me). So likewise, men's crotches: if they are going to sit like that, displaying their bulges to the world, where else do they expect us women to look, I ask you?

I find this situation most unsettling, because whilst I may be checking out a guy's groin, I am not necessarily doing so because I want to shag him, and I would hate for him to think that I did, just because he spotted me cock-gazing. It's just that it's there... to be looked at. And I do; I can't help it.

So in order to avoid being caught staring at your crotches, it would help me if all of you men stopped sitting like that, and instead pressed your legs together in a dignified manner, thus hiding your packages from view. It would be better for all that way I think.*

Thanking you in advance,

Yours sincerely, in dark glasses to hide her eyes,

Girl x

*Unless of course you are in my flat because I am going to shag you, in which case, please do sit there with your legs wide apart and I will try to use telekinesis (or, failing that, some dirty-talk) to give you a hard-on under your trousers which I will thus grind myself against with great delight. Thank you.

Feelings

Feelings that originate in the human genitalia are among the most powerful forces on earth. They have a complex relationship with the feelings that stem from the human heart; at various times in competition or in harmony…