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My Hero, Save me!
So me and J hit a rough patch a couple of weeks ago. I think everything is alright now, but our talks made me realize something that I thought might be worth sharing here.
One of the things that was bothering J about our relationship was that he felt that he was putting more into it than I was - he was the one who would take the initiative to invite me to things, he'd do nice things for me and listen to me talk about my various inane and not-so-inane problems.
He was right, of course. There were many reasons why that was happening, some due to my own emotional issues which I've worked through to some point since then. However, I've found myself getting into friendships or relationships with men before where the man ended up being some kind of "protector" or security blanket for me. And what I realized that one of the reasons I slipped into that sort of relationship with J was precisely because he is a man.
I imagined how I'd treat my significant other if they happened to be a girl, and interestingly I don't think I would have run into any of the problems I ran into with J, because I wouldn't have been acting that way in the first place. If I were dating a girl, there's no way that I'd let her do all these things for me and wait around for her to take the initiative all the time without doing just as much myself. I'd take much more care to check up on her, do little random things to make her feel happy and try and spoil her as much as I could.
Even though I'm feminist or progressive or queer or whatever I am, I still have a lot of internalized heteronormativity, and I still subscribe to gender-myths. I was acting like the man was supposed to make the first move, be chivalrous, take care of the woman, etc, etc, when really there's no reason to assume that men don't need attention and TLC as much as women do.
Luckily, it seems that all I needed to snap out of that behavior was to talk about it a little bit. I think I'm acting like that less now. In any case, it's interesting that with all my views and intentions, the way I act can sometimes not match up.
Have any of you ever had moments like this?
Review: Lelo Ella
Lelo is basically my favorite company when it comes to vibrators, but I've long wondered what the Ella, the one dildo in their product line, would be like. And whether or not it would hold up to my Tantus dildos, because I heart Tantus to no end.
Ella looks just as elegant and discreet as any of Lelo's other "pleasure objects." I don't dislike the way penises look, so I don't specifically want my dildos to look as un-penis-like as possible. My typical preference in dildos is in between realistic and abstract. However, I definitely appreciate the discreet beauty of Ella. It doesn't look like a dildo at all, and I'm confident that I can leave it lying around my room without my friends noticing it and making comments. With the Ella, you get the typical excellent Lelo treatment: Ella comes in a sleek black box, with an instruction booklet, one year warranty, and satin storage pouch.
Ella is made out of hard silicone. The toy really doesn't have any give at all, except at the neck. I don't really recommend bending it too much because of how thin the neck is. The silicone material is finished off with Lelo's typical velvet matte, which feels great to touch. Before I jack off with Ella I always find myself fondling and caressing it just because the material feels so nice. Also, like other silicone toys, Ella is non-porous, pththalate-free, and can be shared. Just make sure to sterilize it with a 10% bleach solution, boil it, or throw it in the dishwasher (top drawer, no soap) before sharing.
Both ends of the dildo can be used: the G-spot end, that looks exactly like that of the Lelo Gigi, and the pointy end. I did not much like the pointy end. Why? Because just by looking at it, I completely expected that it would feel like my vagina was getting poked. And that's exactly what it felt like. That end of the toy does have a nice curve to it, and feels quite filling and pleasant, but that point coupled with the hard silicone is just uncomfortable. Also, there are two tiny LELO insignias stamped onto either side of this end. Lube can easily get stuck there, which makes cleaning a little difficult. (I'd recommend using n old toothbrush.) This end makes for a nice handle, though. Well, except for when I try to grab onto it with lube-y hands. The smooth surface makes it extremely slippery when it's lubed up.
The G-spot end was what I was most excited to try. Gigi was the toy that lead me to find and play with my G-spot for the first time, and actually have a G-spot orgasm (that I was aware of, anyway). I had high hopes that Ella would grace me with the same result. Like with the Gigi, I had to do some initial maneuvering in order to hit my G-spot. I typically push dildos inside me up to a certain depth, because that's what feels the most comfortable. However, using the Gigi or Ella requires me to push just that little bit more. After that, however, Ella zeroes in on my G-spot perfectly. I'd been reading that there was a bit of a learning curve with Ella, and I found that to be true too. Its sharp curve catches on my public bone a little bit if I thrust hard and deep like I usually do, so I had to thrust shallowly, or use a sort of rocking motion, so that I was lightly pummeling my G-spot with the head of the toy. Once I figured out how to use it, though, I happily jacked off with Ella until I felt the familiar sensation of a G-spot orgasm washing over me; spreading over my body from deep within my cunt.
I don't think it's a toy for everyone, though. For one thing, it's a bit on the small side. The shape is perfect for G-spotting, but I would almost prefer if the toy was a little thicker, just so that I could have more to clench around. And if you're a size queen, the Ella probably wouldn't be enough for you.
But Ella passed my test, alright. This toy makes me want to stretch out my wank session and really enjoy every minute of it.
Specs:
- Type: Dildo
- Size: 7" x 1-1.5" at widest point
- Material: Silicone
- Color @ Babeland.com: Deep Rose
- Colors @ Lelo.com: White, Black, Deep Rose
- Price @ Babeland.com: $44
4 out of 5 hearts!
Pleasurists #63

In the Looking Glass by PerryGallagher
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Editor’s Pick
- The Forked Tongue by Sweet Tart
It is a short book: 124 pages, large font, wide spacing, maybe 30,000 words in total. And yet, unlike other books on similar topics, it does not feel like there is too little material. Rather, that Flagg is the master of brevity and precision. His is the pert aphorism, the cutting quote. He wields words like a surgeon wields a scalpel. As, indeed, he should: his topic is the use of language.
Note: Not only does Sweet Tart do a wonderful job introducing a book to us in a well-written and concise manner (in perfect harmony with the book itself it seems) but The Forked Tongue sounds absolutely intriguing and slightly disturbing. They are both definitely worth a read!
Editrix
A Journey
We need a witness to our lives. There's a billion people on the planet... I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things... all of it, all of the time, every day. You're saying 'Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness'."
- Shall We Dance (seriously the only part of the movie that was worth watching)
The point where a relationship transitions into being a serious one is when you ask your significant other, and yourself, if you want to share each others' lives. Like, "hey, do you want to experience my journey with me? Do you want me to experience your journey with you?" You take two wandering paths out of millions and millions in the world and have them become one and the same.
It's been a while since I've shared my life with anyone. I began to think I had lost the capacity to, but I know that that's not true. I guess the question now is: will it work for us to have our paths converge?
Review: P Style
The P Style is one of those random, really convenient ideas that comes up during conversation, and then everyone wonders why no one has invented it yet. The difference with the P Style is that someone did invent it. The P Style, as Babeland puts it, is a "compact and convenient Stand to Pee device, or STP." It's a simple piece of brightly colored plastic that allows people to, well, pee standing up.
When I first checked out the P Style, I assumed it was for pre-op FTM transgendered folk who preferred to pee standing up, but didn't have the plumbing for it. Besides that, though, the P Style comes in useful for female-bodied persons under many different circumstances. If you go camping a lot, it beats squatting on the ground to pee. If you're into watersports, the P Style would probably make it easier to control your pee-stream. Babeland also mentions that it would be useful for male-bodied persons who have disabilities, who have hypospadias, who have undergone surgery, etc. Heck, I've even thought that it would make a pretty good funnel for transferring liquids into a narrow-necked bottle.
You use the P Style by putting the "cup" side under your vagina, and the "pointy" side pointing towards the toilet. You can wash it with hot water and soap, or in the dishwasher or washing machine. The instruction card in the P Style package encourages you to sanitize it if you have an infection, and I assume if you wanted to share it, too.
My P Style came in a pleasant shade of emerald green. I've never actually felt the need to pee standing up, but I was interested in how well the P Style would work, so off to the bathroom I went to conduct several little experiments.
Pulling panties down completely/pulling up skirt and pulling panties down: Peeing standing up feels weird. I felt worried that I'd get pee on my clothes, but that didn't happen. The pee flowed down the P Style and into the toilet, like it was supposed to. It was very easy to use. The P Style instruction card advertises that the P Style "eliminates the need for TP", you can just do a few kegels to get rid of the remaining drops, and them off with the back of the P Style, but alas, I didn't feel like that was clean enough so I ended up using toilet paper anyway.
Pulling jeans down and keeping panties on: Pulling the crotch of my panties to one side and putting the P Style in place also worked pretty well. I would have kept my jeans on and just pulled the fly down, but I was wearing women's jeans so the zipper didn't come down far enough. Maybe it would work if I was wearing a pair of men's jeans with one of those big-ass zippers.
Pulling jeans down and keeping boxers on: What if I were GQ/trans and preferred to wear boxers? I donned the only pair of boxers I own, complete with dick-window. I unbuttoned the dick-window, stuck the P Style inside, and peed. It worked. Yay!
I did not try using it out of doors, though it would probably work just as well. I am not an outdoorsy person at all and would only pee in the bushes if I absolutely had to...
The only problem I've found with the P Style is its size. Whereas it's not completely obvious what it's for, I imagine standing at the sink in a public restroom to wash it would get you a few raised eyebrows. It's also too bulky to carry around with you all the time. It's small enough to fit in a bag, a glove compartment, or a really big pocket, but most jeans pockets are too small.
I don't have a personal use for it - I'm actually giving it to a blogger friend who camps a lot - but I think it's a great idea, it's affordable, and would be very useful for someone who wanted to pee standing up, but lacks the means to.
Specs:
- Length: 7.5"
- Material: Plastic
- Colors @ Babeland.com: various (you can't pick, unfortunately)
- Price @ Babeland.com: $12
4 out of 5 hearts!
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e[lust] #6
HNT Courtesy of Having My Cake And Eating It Too
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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~
Exposing My Self to Airport Security - I stared right at her until she looked away and called for assistance for a pat-down search. I gaped, chin dropped: holy shit, they're gonna give me a pat down cuz I'm packing a silicon cock.
Prefect’s Prerogative - When I neglect this duty, or don't perform it to his satisfaction, he makes me light a fire in his room, and stand in front of it in just my school shirt and white socks.
Attention Women: There is Something Wrong With Your Vagina - Yes, that’s what your vagina needs: a breath mint. Because, just like vagina shouldn’t smell like vagina, it also shouldn’t taste like vagina.
~ e[lust] Editress ~
The Perfect Fat – Why do clothes designers assume that if you're plus-sized you're 1. over 5?9? and 2. over the age of 45 or “matronly and modest”? At the age of 32 I am not yet ready to dress like my grandmother.
~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~
Zipless- “I have some Scotch in my room—maybe you’d join me? You know, in the interest of not drinking alone…” She smiled. Perhaps she could yet salvage the day’s ending.
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Pleasurists #61

by Gene Magic
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- Basic Essentials Softee by Undressed Reviews
Marketing Guy 1: What do chicks love?
Marketing Guy 2: My Dick!
MG 1 & 2: WOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHH!
MG 1: No seriously, though…they love pink…and….and….
MG 2: My Dick!
Note: Seriously hilarious. If you like your reviews with a side of comedy and snark like I do this one is fantastic and may occasionally have you wondering wtf.
Editrix
Claiming (3/?): “Go pantiless after.”
I suppose I should finish what I started... wrote most of this a while ago.
These events occurred circa. October 2009. Read part 1 and part 2.
[via Maria's Photo]
Day #2, continued.
The first thing he wanted to do was make use of me being so turned on. We had moved back to email now, and I sat there, waiting eagerly for him to tell me what he wanted me to do.
I'm pretty sure my jaw dropped when I read his next message: he wanted me to find a restroom to masturbate in, and wanted me to go pantiless after I was done.
Just picture it, will you, for a moment? Me, unassuming in my grey puffball dress, walking through the library - which was silent except for the occasional rustle of pages, filled with students intent on their work. Me, filled with so much nervousness and excitement that I was practically sizzling with emotion...
I went down the stairs, floating in a dizzy haze, and found the restroom. I entered the biggest cubicle, took off my boots, took off my leggings, finally took off my panties. I folded them nicely and set them down, then set about getting myself off.
It didn't take me very long. I was already soaking wet and had mental fodder enough... but the thing that kept playing over and over in my head was the word used. How Sir wanted to use me, how he wanted me to feel sore and exhausted and worn out and used, used, used...
This library was one of the less "popular" ones, and so the restroom was completely empty, and also silent. Every breath, every slide of my fingers inside me and back out were clearly audible, and I hoped and hoped that nobody would walk in until I finished.
I was lucky. Just as I felt my orgasm begin to swell, somebody loudly pushed the door open.
I gave myself a few moments to calm down before I pulled my leggings and boots back on and tucked my panties into my jacket pocket. My leggings were made of silk, and I could feel the material against my damp pussy - cool and soft.
I walked slowly and self-consciously back to my spot. I sat down and immediately sent Sir a message, telling him I had done what he asked.
His next demand was that I take a picture of my panties with my phone and send it to him. I considered walking back to the restroom and taking the picture there, after a quick look around I realized that so few people were in the library that no one would notice if I took the picture right where I was. I quickly took my panties out of my pocket, crunched them in my hand, and shoved my hand under the desk. I opened my hand, clearly displaying the panties (unfortunately, white with bright pink stars and, for some reason, Superman logos on them) and snapping a picture.
He had a few more instructions for me for the rest of the day. He wanted me to find a collar or choker of some sort that I could wear when I was doing tasks that he set me. I had a cloth choker, which he told me to use. He asked me what the rest of my day looked like. I didn't have anything to do except go to dinner with a friend. He told me that I had to excuse myself during dinner and bring myself off again.
Shortly before dinner, I went back to my room to look for the choker, that I hadn't worn at all before this. I couldn't find it in my dresser or among my clothes. I took down the storage boxes from the top shelf of my closet, and rifled through them, then grumbled loudly in frustration.
The choker wasn't there.
I checked all the drawers and boxes over again. I was so frustrated. Sir wanted me to use that choker, and I wanted to use the choker, but the choker was not there. I wanted to try my hardest to do what he wanted me to do, but I couldn't, since I guessed that I must have left it back home, halfway across the globe. (An email to my sister asking her about it later confirmed my suspicion.)
I apologetically told him about what happened. He immediately reassured me, and asked if I had anything else. I was relieved. He knew I don't like being talked down to or humiliated, and I'm glad he remembered and didn't do either of those things. He ended up choosing a simple bracelet - silver with a plain amethyst clasp - for me to wear when I was submitting to him.
Soon I had to go to dinner, so I put on the bracelet and went over to my friend's place... It soon proved that excusing myself to get myself off would be difficult. My friend wanted some advice on a problem, so I felt bad about interrupting her. Eventually our conversation wound down, so I went to do what Sir had asked.
My friend didn't live in a dorm, she lived in an off-campus house. She directed me to the bathroom... it was right next to the kitchen, and the door didn't lock. Great. I had to hold the door shut with one hand, and I could hear everyone talking and hanging out in the kitchen. Using my fingers against my clit, there was no way I was going to come, I was too distracted.
I had come twice that day already, but Sir wanted me to have come three times. He'd be making me pay for that transgression later...
To be continued...
Review: Lovemoiselle Cecile
The Lovemoiselle Cecile from TabuToys falls short as a vibrator, and yet I wanted to marry it after the first time I used it, and it has been my go-to toy for about a month. Cecile is a luxury toy in every sense of the word - it isn't meant for a quick-and-dirty wank break, it's meant to be enjoyed. Preferably with aromatic candles and mood music.
Cecile is made of ceramic - a material I've never tried before and was very excited about - and is aesthetically beautiful. I admire the minimalist, elegant design - white, with two small flower motifs. The vibe tapers out to the battery compartment, getting gradually wider, so it looks quite like a flower itself.
It comes in an equally elegant box, with an information booklet and a velvet storage pouch. I don't use the pouch, because it isn't padded, so I'm paranoid that it won't be enough to protect Cecile from cracking or breaking. The box, however, is a perfect storage unit. It's pretty small and comes with a foam "mould" that Cecile rests in, preventing it from being jostled around. The booklet provided me with useful info about the toy, ceramic as a sex toy material, and how to take care of it. The same info can be found on Lovemoiselle's website.
Ceramic, as a sex toy material, is excellent. Unlike silicone, it's hard and unyielding, but much lighter than steel. It can be heated up and cooled down. It's also non-porous, and can be sterilized with 10% bleach solution or alcohol. You can't boil it or put it in the dishwasher, though, because of the electrical components. Well, you could probably just dip the shaft into a pot of boiling water, I suppose.
I had my own preconceptions about ceramic. I expected Cecile to be fragile, which didn't turn out to be the case. Cecile definitely feels very solid, and I have no qualms about putting it inside me and thrusting away. However, be careful not to drop Cecile, and don't abruptly expose it to drastically different temperatures.
What's nice about Cecile is that it doubles up as a dildo as well as a vibrator. I first tried it out as a dildo. Cecile felt pleasantly cool (thanks, cold Northern winter) sliding into me, but warmed up quickly to my body temperature. As I thrust Cecile in and out of me, it felt like this... smoothness inside me, not an object. And, god, is Cecile smooth. Compared to silicone, it's hard and sleek, and only needs a dab of lube in order to be used comfortably. Cecile also has light ridges, which make the sensation of the Cecile that much better.
I've never really understood the point of straight-shafted toys. I mean, the G-spot exists, shouldn't every toy be made to pinpoint it? I'd prefer Cecile to be more curved than it is, but by angling the toy, or my hips, I was able to hit my G-spot pretty easily. Also, in other reviews I've read, some bloggers have complained that the toy being wider at the base was uncomfortable. But since I can't even get that much of the toy inside me in the first place (typically when I use toys I only fit about 5 inches of them inside me) I didn't have that problem.
Cecile as a dildo was amazing. I really can't articulate why, but it feels so good that I want to use it on myself over and over again.
Now, as a vibrator, Cecile doesn't perform quite as well.
The toy takes two AAA batteries (not included), and the battery compartment twists off very easily. (After experiences with annoying, fiddly compartments, I've come to appreciate ones that actually work.) The vibrations are controlled by a single button on the base - press it to turn it on, then keep pressing to cycle through the modes, and press it for a few seconds to turn it off. I appreciated that I didn't have to cycle through all of the settings to turn it off, which you have to do with some vibrators. I don't grasp the base in order to thrust, I use the tapered end of the ceramic to do that, but if you prefer to hold onto the base, you might have some trouble with pressing the button by accident.
Cecile has five different vibration settings:
- constant - low intensity
- constant - high intensity
- pulsations - high intensity
- pulsations - low - medium - high - [pause] - high - high - high
- pulsations - high intensity - long - short - short - short - short - long
For some reason I expected Cecile to rattle really loudly because it was made of ceramic. Don't ask me why I expected that; most vibes are made of plastic, which is a hard material, and those don't rattle. Cecile is a little on the loud side, though, to the extent that I'm a little worried about my neighbor hearing me use it. Thin walls.
Here's a video of Cecile's vibrations:
I tried Cecile both on my clit and inside me. The vibrations weren't strong enough for my clit. And coming from me, this says a lot. Compared to other sex bloggers I know, I don't need very strong vibrations to get off. I'm able to get off from a Lelo vibe on a medium setting, when many sex bloggers complain about even the highest setting being too weak. Internally, Cecile didn't do it for me. Vibrations on my internal walls don't really do much, and I couldn't maneuver Cecile to vibrate well against my G-spot. The last two of Cecile's settings just confused my vagina. They're too complicated.
I adore Cecile. Thrusting it in and out of me, with Mia on my clit, makes for one luxurious orgasm indeed. However, as a vibrator it doesn't quite cut it.
Specs:
- Type: Traditional vibrator
- Length: 8"
- Diameter: 1.5"
- Material: Ceramic
- Vibrations: 2 speeds + 3 pulsation patterns
- Other features: slightly ridged
- Powered by: 2 AAA batteries
- Color: White with lavender accents
- Price @ TabuToys.com: $97
4 out of 5 hearts.
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