My Whole Sex Life

I’ve reviewed so many sex toys that I thought perhaps it was time to go back to one of the classics, My Hand. My Hand came with the original package and has grown and evolved with my needs over the years. In some ways it is the ultimate sex toy, the thing that all sex toys attempt to do better.

Versatility is really key with My Hand. Not only can My Hand be utilized to bring pleasure to myself, it can also be used with any of my partners! This amazing piece of equipment can replace a paddle, a vibrator, a dildo, a men’s masturbatory sleeve, a butt plug, and some nipple clamps. My Hand also feels amazing just skimming along the skin’s surface or digging in for deep massage.

I used to use My Hand to get myself off, but over time I’ve come to enjoy vibrators more. If My Hand has a flaw, it’s that I can’t get it to vibrate fast enough. Still, it’s always handy in a pinch. It’s very flexible and easy to position, always the right temperature, and usually just the right size. Regretfully, I am unable to reach my own g-spot with My Hand.

I can reach my girlfriend’s g-spot however. My Hand transmits an amazing amount of sensation. Having My Hand inside of her is one of my favorite things in life. I can also squeeze and tease her nipples with My Hand. My Hand is also quite useful with my men, especially around the cock and balls, where some digital manipulation is well received. My Hand is fantastic at squeezing, rubbing, and pumping. But that’s not all! My Hand also has some probing action – perfect for back-door play. In fact, nothing is better for prostate stimulation than My Hand. Impact play is a natural, of course. You can’t get any more basic than slapping and spanking.

There are times when My Hand does not have a long enough reach. I should point out, while the power supply is phenomenal (no batteries!), the energy is not infinite. My Hand does sometimes get tired and may even cramp. Also, it requires some upkeep. Mainly, nail trimming and moisturizing. My Hand is a snap to clean though – just use soap and warm water. And safer sex is smooth in a non-latex glove. I think My Hand looks suave and stylish in the black ones.

My Hand comes in a variety of colors, most of them perfectly suited to the owner – none of that terrible pink color that many sex toys come in. No sex toy can compete with the portability of My Hand (except perhaps My Tongue). My Hand won’t take up valuable luggage space or invite ridicule from TSA agents.

I just adore how subtle My Hand is. I use it every day in millions of ways, have it right out in plain sight, and no one would ever guess that I just had My Hand in my partner’s ass. It’s that great! I can shake hands at a business meeting and they would only know that I use My Hand to spank my partner if they read my blog. I love mixing it up like that, as though our bodies are just normal when we have sex. It’s so cool.

My Hand is way more than a sex toy. I use it to flip people off, write, pick my nose, scratch backs, and tie shoes. I’ve never had a dildo that could do all of that. No, My Hand is pretty fucking brilliant. And the best part is the low, low cost. Unless you’ve somehow lost the one you were born with (or managed to be born without one), My Hand is in your grasp right now.

Bottom line: don’t wave goodbye to the vibrator just yet, but give a round of applause to My Hand.

Grade: A-

 

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FleshWrap, by Ntimate, has me more excited than any toy I’ve reviewed in the past year (except maybe the Mystic Wand). It’s difficult to explain, but the results are spectacular. It’s a “male pleasure system,” different from anything I’ve ever seen, and Harold and I have tried a lot of testicular experiments.

Don’t get me wrong, FleshWrap is not a CBT device. It’s like an oval made of hypoallergenic polycarbonate rod, bent into the shape of a taco. You massage and stretch the testicles until you can place the scrotum into the FleshWrap, with one end up against the perineum and the other resting against the balls. Then you carefully work the skin of the scrotum into the frame until you have enough room to insert a stainless-steel crossbar that holds everything in place. I know that sounds confusing, but it’s fairly easy in practice, and just takes a bit of time. Harold can do it faster by himself, but I think it’s more fun as part of our foreplay. I only worry that I might pinch him!

The result of wearing a FleshWrap is that the balls are pushed up toward the cock, while putting pressure on the perineum. It pulls the skin of the penis tighter, increasing hardness. It had an amazing effect on Harold. His erections while wearing this product have been incredible. We’ve even been able to fuck at times when he didn’t expect to be able to. His orgasms were improved because of the extra stimulation to his balls. It seemed to work especially well when I was on top.

Of course, we are into CBT, so we used FleshWrap to get up to some serious stuff. We usually tie off Harold’s balls for any kind of impact play. If he’s standing, I like to stretch his balls down. I love Fleshwrap when he is lying down because his balls are presented to me so perfectly. It also gives him a hard-on in an impressive way. I can smack his balls easily in this position. We also used FleshWrap as a platform for some needle play that was very successful.

Sadly, Fleshwrap does not fit all men. They say on their website that you have to be able to put your thumb and forefinger around the base of your scrotum after some massage and stretching. I know it also helps to be in a warm environment, but Joel was not able to fit into the FleshWrap no matter what. I hadn’t realized that there were such dramatic differences in scrotum type. Joel’s is more round, Harold’s more dangly. I was very disappointed not to get a second perspective.

I would mention that it’s easy to get confused about which way the FleshWrap goes. It can be frustrating to be trying to insert the crossbar and it not fitting no matter what you do, until you figure out that you’ve got the frame turned sideways. Two different sized frames come in the package, along with two different sized bars, and each bar can be used with either frame. While this gives you a fair amount of latitude for finding the best possible fit, we didn’t notice much difference no matter what the combination. The largest frame and smallest bar was the easiest to get into to.

I am so impressed with and excited by this device! I wish I could use it on both of my guys. I recommend Fleshwrap for everyone with a scrotum. Don’t be scared off if ball pain makes you cringe, because FleshWrap is NOT just a CBT toy, although it’s certainly an excellent starting point for CBT. I really love balls. I love to caress them and suck on them and squeeze them – and now I want to put them in a FleshWrap.

Bottom line: try out this brilliant scrotum device for intense pleasure!

Grade: A-

 

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I took a really long shower today. I’ve been so turned on lately. Harold and I had sex before I even got out of bed this morning, but then the children got into an argument and needed us before I came. It’s difficult for me to let go enough to orgasm with the children downstairs. I know that I might need to launch into mommy mode at any second so I don’t fully relax. But the shower is another matter.

The kids rarely enter the bathroom when I’m there – and they never open the shower door. I’m supposed to be naked there, so nothing is unusual. This morning Harold was handling everything for me anyway so no interruptions. I could luxuriate to my heart’s content – or until the hot water ran out.

I take my time when I make love to a partner, but when I masturbate it’s often very brief and businesslike. Today I focused on sensation, loving myself, and honoring my sexuality. Yes, I got myself off and it was hot.

I used the rough shower stream on my nipples, a vibrator on my clit, and an internal bullet vibe to come against. All the sensations combined to put me over the top. But I also spent time just letting the warm water flow against my skin. I let go of my wandering thoughts and watched the droplets form and reform against the tile. I basked in the rare Seattle sun, shadows of leaves dancing across my thighs. I spent a good long time soaping myself up, letting my hands slide over my body, celebrating each part. Even brushing my teeth became an erotic exercise. I felt fresh, clean, and sacred.

That’s the funny thing. Self care and good hygiene become so routine and boring, but really everything we do to take care of our bodies is sacred. Today I took a shower as an act of love – love for myself. I slowed down and remembered how to breathe. I was respectful of myself. I slowly built to release. I lingered in the lovely sensations. It’s a gift, this time I gave to myself, lovemaking for one.

I long to take him in. My mouth waters and my throat expands at the thought of his cock. I literally hunger for him. It’s as though I could consume his essence in bits and pieces – the memory of his hands as they craft metal or the image of him as a child, hiding in the tall grass like a drop of ambrosia on my tongue. I take his cock into my mouth to know him more deeply. I open wider to let him in. Oral sex is about acceptance.

I think about these things when fellating, full of love and desire for my partner. I also think of nothing, in a pure Zen way. Not only am I accepting him, I am also accepting the moment. I’m letting go of anxiety and fear, not only because I honor and respect my partner, but because I give myself the gift of pleasure. I like to eat, to taste, to savor – and this applies to my lover as well.

It’s much the same when he goes down on me. I pour myself into him. His tongue and fingers turn me liquid and I pour down his throat. I feel his tongue coaxing me to release, let go, flow. I let him eat me. I give him everything.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all flowery words and soft music. We are fucking. Our oral sex is hot and messy. We get involved in anal play, CBT, and fisting while our tongues and mouths are busy. We get covered in spit and sweat. We grunt and scream and sometimes cry. This is intense play.

I used to refuse to do 69 – you know, both of us doing oral sex at the same time. It was too overwhelming. I wanted to focus on one thing at a time, either trying to orgasm or trying to give an orgasm. Then I decided to forget about the orgasms and just let go. Now 69 is probably my most favorite part of sex. Being overwhelmed is the point. Flooding the pleasure centers is the point.

I take him into my mouth and I know him. His tongue swirls around my clit and darts into my cunt and I give myself to him. 69 is about trust and surrender. It’s the classic yin/yang – some of each is in the other, always in motion, ever in balance. I think the intensity of sharing like this sears like fire if you aren’t willing to open yourself to the flow of energy created, but that same fire can heat things up!

I rarely orgasm during 69, but I come very easily after spending some time engrossed in oral play. It feels amazingly fantastic. I find it freeing to be more focused on sensation and sharing and less focused on the outcome.

If you haven’t experienced 69, or it’s been a while, maybe it’s time to give it a try!

I’m floating in warm water, my limbs entwined in his. Above us are tree limbs and blue sky. Nearby the river cascades past with lots of spray and froth. The rushing noise it makes is a soothing soundtrack. His fingers glide across my bare flesh, covertly ending at my nipples. My desire ratchets up a notch. I look into his eyes, knowing that he sees my reaction to his touch. We’re hardly aware of the man next to us in the hot springs, but the intensity of our connection must make him uncomfortable because he gets out.

We let the hot springs relax us. We massage the knots out of each other’s shoulders. We talk and kiss, making love in a slow, unfocused manner. I want him in a way that reaches through my cunt, through my feet, deep into the rock of the cave we are in, as though we are making love for the earth itself. In full view of everyone at the hot springs, but not making a big deal of it, I knead his balls with my foot. I progress to rubbing his cock between my toes. Then I am leaning against him, caressing his dick with one hand while I bend over in front of him. He traces the lines of my vulva, feeling how slick I am there. I know that the caretaker is right behind us. The thought of him watching us turns me on even more. He politely moves past us.

I am getting off on how much we can do to each other with people all around. They can’t really tell what we are doing. We are quiet, but totally absorbed in each other. I suck at his lips and tongue, wanting his cock. He seems to understand because he suggests that I sit on the ledge so he can lick my pussy, but it feels too blatant. We talk some more and unwind some more. I’m thinking of going off into the woods to fuck. I want to be bent over and boned hard. I want his fingers to dig into my hips and my breasts to slap against my face. But it’s really cold. Finally all the other guests get ready to leave.

I am fantasizing about how we will have sex, when another woman shows up. She’s obviously in her own world, unconcerned with us. I think that we might go to the back of the cave to fuck, but he is too hot. We move down to a cooler pool. I am at that place beyond teasing that quickly becomes totally frustrated. I am near tears with wanting. It feels like I will never again have an orgasm. I float on my stomach next to him, while he rubs my clit. It feels amazing. I don’t come, but I am greatly reassured. I love him so much.

We move to a slightly warmer pool. I tell him to keep a look out and I put my head in his lap. I squeeze his balls and suck his cock. I so enjoy the sounds that he makes and the looks on his face that I manage to see. The warm water cradles us both as he stiffens in my mouth. His fingers reach around my ass to get to my slippery cunt. The danger of someone seeing us excites me. The strange woman is still in the cave.

We go down to the lower pool. He insists on pulling my pussy over to him so he can lick it. Seeing my thatch in his face looks beautiful and I wish I had my camera, but I’m not about to stop him. The other guest gets out for a moment then goes back up. We stop for that, but then I’m serious about fucking.

We come together in the water. Somehow I end up on top. The moment that he enters me is sheer bliss. I have been aching for this. I tighten all of my vaginal muscles to let him know I care. We move back and forth in the water, where movement is muted. The woman coughs loudly several times as though to tell us that she can see us, but I don’t care. It’s not obvious that we are having intercourse anyway. We are holding each other’s faces as we revel in the sensation and connection. I am in love, love, love.

And then the lubrication gives out. It still feels fantastic, but I can tell that it’s starting to chafe. It’s not worth going on. Fucking in the water is often problematic. We stop moving (mostly), but he stays inside me. It’s glorious. It feels like the center of everything.

Sadly, we need to go. I briefly consider the cabana, but we need to make our way back to civilization. Perhaps we can fuck in the car. Regardless, I am feeling relaxed and recharged. I look forward to the orgasms that are sure to come.

I’ve gone over a week without posting, which hasn’t happened for a long time. It’s a combination of factors, like having a bad cold, working on other projects, and generally feeling bad about myself. But there have been some sexy moments…

For the first time, I got to photograph a couple making love. It was an incredible experience. I went into the photo shoot without expectations, but certainly hoping that they would feel comfortable enough to be intimate together. I feel very honored that they trusted me enough that they could follow their desire where it led. I tried to create a safe space and I’m pleased that it worked. It’s actually very hard work to take photos over an hours-long shoot. I kept thinking that it’s so much easier for me to be in front of the lens having sex! I’m still struggling to figure out the technical aspects of photography so I was disappointed in the overall quality of the results, but there are some shots that I really love. An erotic photo shoot is quite a creative rush. My models were amazing! If they decide they are comfortable with publishing any of these pics, I will certainly share. I’m hoping to practice more photography in the near future, so if you are in the Seattle area and want to model, drop me a line.

I spent an evening cuddling in bed with Joel and giggling about a few R&B/Blues songs by the light of the Yule tree. I adore nasty blues and these are great. The first one was Denise LaSalle singing “Lick it before you stick it,” with great lyrics like, ”You’re makin’ her feel good, but you can make her feel better/ If you treat your lady like a stamp and a letter/Lick it/Before you stick it” and advises men to “find the little man in the boat.” Then there’s “Strokin’,” by Clarence Carter with these lyrics, “I remember one time I made love/On the back seat of a car/An’ the police came an’ shined/His light on me, an’ I said/I’m strokin’/That’s what I’m doin’/I be strokin’.” And finally, Barbara Carr with, “If you really want to please me/You know you’ve got to stake your claim/And make hot love to me boy/’til I want to wear your name” from a song with the best title ever, “Bone me like you own me.” I so enjoy that these songs are strongly about owning your sexuality and prioritizing pleasure.

I’ve been masturbating a fair amount – sometimes testing out products that I’ll be reviewing this month, sometimes just to spend quality time with myself. I end up touching myself when I’m in the shower or alone in bed. It helps me to feel focused and grounded. I love drawing out the orgasms and playing with sensations. I also think that it’s easier right now to be with myself than to be with other people. I’m just more inwardly focused.

Which isn’t to say that I haven’t had sex with other people. Harold and I had some heavy foreplay going on one evening, but the wee one’s stamina was greater than ours. We all snuggled in to sleep instead of fucking. It was nice to be cozy, but I still fell asleep wanting more and feeling lonely. Thankfully, Harold and I had a date the next day.

Our date sex was fairly simple. We had sexted about all of the kinky things we wanted to do to each other, but when it came down to it, our love making was about intimate touch and making out. There was some power exchange. I kept him pinned while I caressed him with my nipples and kissed him all over. It’s totally hot to use my whole body to bring pleasure. The really amazing thing is that I’m currently menstruating so we got blood everywhere. I know that some people are squeamish about menstrual blood, but I love it. We got blood all over my thighs and Harold’s cock, balls, and hands. Beautiful!

Like most people, right now I’m struggling to balance home, work, family, and self-care with the holidays tossed in for extra fun. It’s actually going fine, but I want to make sure that sex stays on the list. In reality, sex is so much a part of who I am that I’m not really worried. More important than sex, is love. I am lucky to have so much love in my life. I think that’s my lesson for the holidays – letting the light of love fill me up. Even the places where I don’t love myself.

When I strap on a dildo I want to stick my cock in every little hole I see. I wonder if people with biological cocks feel that way all of the time. I’ve always been curious about masturbation sleeves, but I often find the appearance of such devices off-putting. Would I really want to fuck something that looks like a flashlight with a plastic vulva at the end? I’m dubious. This is why I asked Babeland to send me some Tenga Eggs.

Tenga “Easy Beat” Eggs don’t even try to look like body parts. They are cute little eggs made out of stretchy thermo-plastic elastomer with different textures inside each of the 6 designs. I love that they are eggs. Tenga eggs would be fantastic in your lover’s Easter basket. What better way to celebrate the second coming? Eggs are all about fertility and promise.

I tried out 3 of the textures with both of my guys: Spider, Clicker, and Silky. We all already swap body fluids, or I would not have shared these between them. For safer sex practices, these toys should only be used by one person because the material is slightly porous and can not be sterilized. Our experience with the different textures is that they all feel very similar. Spider is a kind of grid pattern, Clicker has some protruding knobs and flowers, and Silky was probably our favorite with a bunch of overlapping wavy lines that reminded me of cooked rice noodles.

I really liked the packaging on the Tenga Eggs. It’s classy. It doesn’t scream sex toy. It’s just awesome. The instructions on the back of the label and on the included packet of lube are written in Japanese and include simple illustrations. It’s easy to understand. In a way, Tenga eggs remind me of the toys my boys in grade school are fond of – collectible sets that do different things and come from Japan. I guess toys for big boys aren’t that different!

After I got the eggs out of their shells, I was excited to try them out. I wanted to see a masturbatory sleeve in action. Both Joel and Harold have had limited experience with any kind of masturbation aid, so it was new for them too. We now know that Tenga Eggs work a whole lot better if you use them on a penis that is already erect. We did not use the lubricant that came with the eggs because I am so sensitive to lube. I squeezed a few drops of my favorite water-based lube, Sliquid’s Sassy Booty, into the egg and around the opening and squished it around. I tried to warm it up a bit, but I think it was still cold.

When we were ready to put the egg on the cock, I pulled it open and popped it just over the head of the penis. I tried to keep some room at the top, like I would a condom. I then proceeded with what I would consider a normal hand job. The egg looked incredibly cool as it stretched and thinned around the cock. I think these Tenga Eggs are amazing. The thermo-plastic elastomer moves nicely, yet clings around a penis.

Harold and Joel seemed to like the sensation, but they weren’t totally sold. Harold says that my hand jobs are better than the eggs, but he is a flatterer like that. Joel liked the feeling, but said that he would prefer to beat off without aids. He prefers skin-on-skin and less clean up. (The clean up isn’t complicated. Just soap and water and air dry.) Our overwhelming consensus is that the Tenga Eggs will join our tool box and be used as part of sensation play in our love making.

One of the other uses for Tenga Eggs that I had heard about was turning them inside out and putting them over the head of a Hitachi Magic Wand or similar vibrator to add texture. It’s an exciting idea. The eggs do fit just perfectly. And the eggs do provide an interesting texture. It just didn’t do anything to excite me. In fact, the eggs, with some lube, just felt kind of clammy. I could get off, but I just wasn’t groovin’ on it. I think I like pressure more than texture with a Magic Wand.

Overall, I think the Tenga Eggs rock. At $8.50 a piece or $43 a half dozen, it’s totally worth playing with these eggs. They won’t last forever, but you’ll have a lot of fun. They’d make fantastic party favors or stocking stuffers. Hmmm, maybe I’ll give them out at my next orgy…

Bottom line: What are you waiting for? Try one out!

Grade: A-

Where beauty and function meet, you’ll find good design. Njoy seems to live at that junction, making gorgeous toys that are versatile and effective at pleasuring the body. The Fun Wand is a prime example of their genius. Many people have reviewed njoy’s products, but I have to share my glee at finally owning one!

My Fun Wand came all nestled in a velvety contoured case – very elegant and swanky. But my toddler found it, dismantled the box, and hid the toy. We searched for a whole day. I offered a reward of $10 to any child who successfully found Momma’s shiny silver wand. I finally found my precious new toy snuggled into a washcloth on top of the drier, covered by a drier sheet blankie. I wept.

Since then, I have gotten to test my Fun Wand on several occasions. I totally love it. I adore how it looks and how easy it is to clean. I like the weight of the wand (12 ounces) and the length (8 inches). The curve is pleasant in my hand and makes reaching out-of-the-way places easier.

Both ends of the Fun Wand work well on Harold’s end. I covered the bulbous tip with lube and slid it in. I moved it around it bit, looking for that sweet spot – the prostate. I could tell when I found it because Harold groaned. I rubbed his cock a few times and drops of come beaded at the tip. The wand doesn’t stay in place by itself very well, so I don’t think I could insert it and move on to other torments. It’s not a butt plug, it’s an active toy.

The other spot this wand is good for is the g-spot. I will mention that the Fun Wand is really fucking cold if you don’t warm it first. It’s a great tool for sensation play. But when we used it I was in a bit of a hurry and didn’t bother to run it under warm water so I was full of flinching. My g-spot can be difficult to reach with fingers. Fun Wand hit it just right. What worked best for me was to use a kind of rocking motion that pushed hard toward my pelvic bone. Harold took care of that for me and I operated the vibrator. Sadly, I did not use lube. I didn’t think that I needed to because I was pretty wet. I think I should have though because when I came incredibly hard it felt kind of bad. I think a combination of lube and less pressure on my g-spot will yield better results. I need to remember that Fun Wand is hard and unyielding.

The Fun Wand is aptly named. I’m certainly having fun exploring all of the ways it can be used. And wand makes me think of both magic and majesty – also qualities that I believe are beneficial to my sex life. Actually, I don’t think the Fun Wand is limited to my sex life. It has spent time in my briefcase. I don’t mind if it sits out in my living room because it isn’t obviously a sex toy. As I mentioned earlier, it has been a little dolly to put to bed. And it makes a truly excellent elephant trunk. If you’re into that.

Bottom line: This is a sex tool made of WIN.

Grade: A

Hot summer days are sexy. I love the sun against my skin, sweat trickling between my breasts and behind my knees, the respite of a slight breeze through my hair. I want to live outdoors, close to the dry earth. I want to have sex – warm, sticky, joyful sex.

But a grrrl has to cool off once in a while. Today I couldn’t stop fantasizing about the cool kiss of ice on my skin. I took the Hitachi outside and had Harold help me video record some intense self-love with a bowlful of ice. I hope our quick-and-dirty home movie shows how much fun it was to get off in the hot and cold!