Oct 312015
 

The creature pinned my naked form to the bed, its soft clacking noises lulling me into a strange stupor. Although the huge insectile monster was terrifying to behold, it handled me with great care, gently prodding all of my most delicate places. Dimly I noted that I could feel a stinging sensation on the back of my neck, but a heavy warmth spread through my body, filling me with a euphoric longing. I gazed up at the moist chitin of the alien, writhing with pleasure as it passed some sharp appendage down the soft flesh of my cheek and neck. Its odd clacking song shifted to whirrs and hard clicks. Something clamped down hard on each of my nipples and I hovered on the edge of orgasm. Something firm and wet pressed against my inner thigh. I looked down to see a cock unlike any I had ever seen. Something round, gelatinous, and luminescent slid from the end as I watched. Following suggestion, I spread my legs wide, guiding the ovipositor deep inside. The alien eggs pumped into me one at a time, and each time I screamed in ecstasy with a new orgasm.

Fantasies are a strange thing. If people can imagine it, there’s a fetish for it. I had no idea that I would be into ovipositor sex, although maybe my reaction to the movie Aliens should have clued me in. Then I saw this sex toy, produced by Primal Hardware, all over the internet a few months ago. There was something about the videos that was so…compelling. Perhaps it’s just that I’ll try almost anything at least once, and this was something pretty far off my beaten path.

Actually, I often fantasize about sex with non-humans when I’m by myself. It makes gender issues easier. Hell, it just lets me have a sexual experience without all of the confusing human emotion parts. I like to get off thinking about having sex with machines for the most part, yet alien sex is so tantalizingly other. Just lay back, let them implant their eggs, and feel immense pleasure. Or whatever your imagination dreams up! (I also like mad science fantasies.)

We purchased the Krubera model from Primal Hardware in the “supernatural” color for $110. I’m pleased with the quality of the product; it seems to be made out of good silicone. It’s huge – about a foot long and about 2 inches in diameter. It came with instructions and a mold to make six gelatin eggs. Making the eggs was simple and really fun. It doesn’t take very long, but you do have to plan ahead because it takes some time for them to set up. It’s also important to note that the gelatin eggs will be pretty cold when you take them out of the refrigerator!

I was immediately disappointed with my ovipositor because it was incredibly difficult to get the eggs into it. The base is very tight, presumably so the eggs don’t drop back out, but it was impossible to get eggs in. Imagine two people covered in lube to the elbows trying to force a gelatin egg into a too tight opening and I’m sure you can guess how much fun we had. The eggs were starting to break into gelatinous chunks by the time we got the thing loaded up. We figure it holds about three eggs before they just start popping out the other end.

It’s creepy (in a sexy way) to watch the eggs distend the ovipositor, oozing and writhing their way toward the opening. At a certain point, the eggs just pop out the opening, catapulting themselves forward. It’s fantastic.

At first I was thinking that this would be a terrible anal toy because you never, never, put something in the ass without a flared base or some way or retrieving it. But then I thought, it’s just gelatin. It really is just gelatin, not even sugar or anything. It would simply break down by itself. Contemplatively, I tried the weird ovipositor in my dildo harnesses and it strained the capacity, but still fit.

I got super excited about an ovipositor as an anal toy! But you know what? There is no way I am going to get this novelty toy in Harold’s ass without a lot of working up to it. The whole thing is big. We tried. It’s not happening. For one thing, the ovipositor is kind of floppy until an egg is in it. Those eggs are the same size as chicken eggs! And if you get an egg near the opening at the end, the orb launches. I’m sure some of you have experienced similar circumstances, but this was a new problem for me. It is actually somewhat disastrous to pop off when you are trying to insert the tip into someone’s bum.

Luckily, it worked it bit better in my cunt. Floppy was still a bit of an issue, as this is not a dildo to get fucked hard with. I also took exception to how cold everything was, but my imagination supplied me with the chill appendage of the alien queen seeking my hot core to activate her invading spore. A sticky slurp preceded the first egg, its passage causing every muscle in my cunt to contract repeatedly.

Bottom line: Whatever the fantasy, however messy, I liked the outcome. Where would your ovipositor take you?

Grade: B

Oct 282015
 

bark dryAt first I thought I had a yeast infection, a common enough occurrence for me. I treated with more probiotics and some boric acid capsules. When that didn’t work I begged my provider for Fluconazole. I was getting ready to go away for the weekend and the burning discomfort was getting worse. I decided that maybe I had a urinary tract infection. We debated seeking emergency medical care, but in the end, I just drank about a gallon of straight cranberry juice with some herbal remedy type stuff added to it all weekend and tried to get through it.

When we got home it was so bad I couldn’t sleep. We went to the emergency room at 2:00 a.m. because I needed to do something as soon as possible. I decided that as unlikely as it seemed, I must have a sexually transmitted infection, perhaps chlamydia or gonorrhea. For the first time in my life, I hoped and prayed that I had an STI, so I could take antibiotics and feel better in a couple of days.

They did indeed give me antibiotics, although it takes two days for the test results to come back. I was negative for yeast, UTI, or anything else they could get a rapid response on, but they want to make sure to cover their bases on those STI’s. I was given very strong antibiotics, which my chart clearly stated I was allergic to. Also, these gave me a yeast infection. Two days later my test results came back: all negative.

My awesome nurse practitioner talked to me about menopause and vaginal dryness. She prescribed an estrogen cream and told me to use tiny amounts. It burned like fire on my vulva for hours. I investigated and discovered that the cream contains propylene glycol, something my body hates vigorously. I had the cream reformulated at a compounding pharmacy, without the offending ingredient, but it was still irritating. We did blood work and found out that I’m not yet going through menopause.

I am not always good at describing or localizing a sensation. What I’ve been feeling continuously for the past two months (and intermittently before then) is usually a kind of burning feeling, just below my urethra, kind of partly on my vulva and partly inside. Sometimes there is more of a stabby sensation or needles, occasionally something like an itch or irritation. The awareness of discomfort never really goes away.

I wish it was some other part of my body, even a frequently used finger. A different body part wouldn’t carry all this difficult emotional baggage. A finger that hurt all the time wouldn’t be an uncomfortable and hateful reminder of childhood secrets. This pain is not severe, but I feel sick with it, immobilized, powerless. I am desperate to make it stop. I’ve spent too many years reclaiming my sexuality to lose it all so easily. I feel furious and then helpless all over again.

bits of fluffI went to see my therapist. We spiraled in and out many times, tying together the pieces of me then and now, making it easier for me to bear the current pain without the echoes of childhood trauma. In the moments when I felt like I might go mad she smiled and patted the back of my hand. In a stroke of brilliance, she referred me to a naturopathic doctor who is also a sex therapist.

The naturopath has been a great help. She’s given me hope, which is what I really need. And a name for my affliction, vulvodynia, which I suppose makes me feel less alone. Our first appointment consisted largely of her laying out all of the possible treatment options. She promises that I won’t be in pain forever. So far, we haven’t found the right solution. The only thing that seems to give any relief is ice. I suspect that the answer may lie in treating some GI issues I have and/or some pelvic floor physical therapy.

The doctor mentioned a need for spiritual healing in addition to everything else, a soul retrieval. No, it’s not science, but there is so much more to healing than science. So I’ve just come back from three nights at the hot springs. In the best Victorian way, I’ve been to take the waters and find healing. It hasn’t been what I hoped. In fact, I feel more dismantled than miraculously cured, but I have learned something very important: it’s okay for me to be exactly where I am.

flowIt’s okay to read aloud about King Arthur instead of having kinky sex. It’s okay to cry most of the way home. It’s okay for me to hurt and feel sad and be angry and even to want to quit. The important thing for me to know right now is that I am loved for me, not the role I play. Unlike my childhood experience, I now have amazing resources that can use to fight my problems. I am rich in love. It’s seems strange to say when I feel like I am going crazy, but I am full of gratitude for the people in my life.