Wow, am I co-dependent on you guys or WHAT?

The fine folks at Babeland are letting me have a contest.  And since my back is killing me lately, I’m giving away this fancy six pack of Massage Candles.  Maybe you can come give ME a massage, with at least ONE of them, right??  Maybe??

Ok, so you gotta be in the Continental US.  I don’t make the rules, I just enforce ‘em.

Babeland Massage Candle Pack

So I first tried one of these massage candles back in the summer.  I love soy candles, for one they don’t burn as hot so you can get into a little bit of kinky candle play without the same sting that regular candles give.  So blow out the candle, do your kinky wax play- and then rub rub rub… ooohhh ahhh, all that good stuff.

You even get matches, which may seem silly, but if you’re not a smoker… well, you may not have matches around.

So here’s the contest.  Tell me you want it, and ask me nicely.  See there?  That’s not so hard.  I’ll pick someone based on a very scientific method of picking a number.

I’ll pick the winner on Friday.

Good luck.

-bbg

I read this recent post over on Smut & Steff.  In it, Steff mentions how she would like to see sex bloggers talking about the use of condoms in thier sexual encounter.

Sex bloggers make sex hotter, make it more ubiquitous and attainable. Bloggeurs de smut come in all shapes, sizes, incomes, styles, and genres, and they represent us. They’re real. But if they/we’re not talking about the supposedly unsexy things like condoms in a way that sensualizes them, then I feel they/we’re shirking some of the responsibility I think they/we need to uphold.

(a 2009 Wish for smut writers)

This is something I have noticed in many blogs, that the use of condoms is not mentioned.  I don’t usually mention it either.  I don’t know what other people’s reasons are, but here’s mine.

I don’t particularly love using condoms.  Not because they ruin the sensation, because really they don’t that much, at least not for me.  It’s not the time it takes, or the whole “it breaks the mood” because I’ve never had that be an issue.  I don’t like them, generally because more often than not, I will get an infection if I am having a lot of condom sex.  Like two or three days in a row, and I will get an infection of some sort.  It sucks.

That being said, they are a necessary part of sex and I always have safe sex.

I practice safe sex.

t’s funny that I came across Steff’s post, because it came just one night after neither the smutpeddler nor I had a condom and we didn’t have sex.

“Do you have a condom,” I asked him.

“Oh my god- I don’t- do you.”

“Fuck.  How can you NOT have a condom?”

Laughing, “I can say the same to you!”

So we fooled around quite a bit and to be honest, I didn’t really feel like we didn’t have sex.  I knew though, that I cannot claim to be a responsible member of this community and then have unprotected sex with this guy the first time we’re together.  He feels the same way.

A few weeks back I chatted with a guy who seemed to have a fetish for having unprotected sex.  Um yeah, no thanks.  I can’t even think about having any sex with a guy who has unprotected sex, and with multiple partners.

Can’t we take the preaching out of condom use and bring it back to being a bit sexy? I know we’ve all had those times when getting the condom on was actually half the fun. Isn’t it time we make that more known?

(a 2009 Wish for smut writers)

Do I practice 100% safe sex?  I admit, no. I don’t use condoms for oral sex, nor have my partners ever used a dental dam when going down on me.  Fluids are exchanged, so I wonder exactly how safe that is.  I remember when I first started meeting guys, asking my sister “Do how do you handle the oral part?”   She suggested that maybe I just don’t go down on my dates- just sex.  Jeez- remember when sex was all the way??  Now it’s the safest thing you can do (with a condom) without putting yourself at risk.  Swallowing is the new anal sex.  You certainly can’t do THAT.

So will I start including in my writing that I do use condoms?  Maybe, maybe not always.  However- I will put a disclaimer at the end of my blog posts, or at least in the sidebar, that encourages the use of safe sex.  I do feel its important- I always practice safe sex, I just don’t always say so, until now.

I don’t know if I have a good post in me today. I was going to write about my late night visit with the smutpeddler, but I just don’t think I can put it together without out it sounding too campy

So instead I’m gonna do a review of my Awesome New Bag. The BIG FOOT by For Your Nymphomation.

Mine’s in red.

So what’s in my bag?
Click here for the details.

Our first date was actually kind of a date.  I don’t have many of those, or ANY really.  We met at Starbucks and talked for a bit.  When I finally got up to get some coffee, he was on the phone when I came back.  I wondered if he was going to make an exit, work emergency, sick kid… but he didn’t.  Hmmm.  ok…  not a bad start.

After about an hour of talking we decided to sit outside.  He is a smoker, oh thank god.  I bummed one from him and we sat outside the starbucks now- talking shop.

He’s a smutpeddler.  That’s all I can really say.  He works at a large company that sells adult products.  Even that is pretty vague.  However, how fucking perfect is that right?  A man who is not going to be threatened by my love of the dildo, but will tell me which ones are good.  We agreed on some things, that the Hitachi is the best there is in vibes.  We disagreed on some things, I happen to LOVE Fun Factory while he is not a fan of their products.  (I know….  I can hear the GASPS from across the Sex Blogosphere.)

We talked about marriage, and kids, and porn.  Not in that particular order.  We laughed and joked and flirted.  I enjoyed his company.

At the end of the night, it was pretty clear that I was hot for him.  At least it was clear to ME.  It wasn’t too late, but I knew I didn’t have too much time before I had to be home.

We stood outside on the street.

“You can kiss me if you want to.”

He laughed, “Well, I was going to kiss you goodbye, but you know, thanks for making it awkward.”

I laughed out loud, somewhat embarrassed.  Me and my big mouth.  He was nice and funny.  Even for all the talk about squirting, assfucking, fisting and good old fashioned girl on girl porn, he was still pretty polite.  We agreed on a lot of the same likes and dislikes in regards to sex and dating.  We seemed to be looking for the same thing, and we have the same temperament.  Both looking for someone to get to know, be friends with, hang out sometimes.

And sex
A lot and often.

“Ok, come here,” he said, reaching for my hips.  The first thing I thought, even before his lips touched mine was how good he smelled.  I’m not sure what it was, cologne, soap, shampoo.  I don’t know, but it was sweet, and very male.  We kissed for a long time.  His hands moving, from my hips up to my hair, and around the sides of my neck.  His touch was gentle and I sighed into his lips.

“We are going to have so much fun,” he said smiling at me.  We stood close, holding hands and kissing for a while longer before we parted ways.  It was quite a lovely evening really.  A handsome man, good conversation, a little makin out.  Nice.

Did I WANT to throw him into the back of my van and fuck his brains out?

Oh Hell yes.
And I would.
Soon.

I moved down his body and took his cock in my mouth again, removing the cock ring.  Licking off the warm sweet taste of my own cum.  He moaned, loving not only more worship on his cock, but my slutty mouth licking my own sex from him.  The idea made him crazy. I know.

I tongued the head of his cock, licking and ‘mmm’ing at him, running the tip of my tongue under his head, pushing all of his buttons.  Sliding down his shaft with my lips.  His flesh, now soft and supple from soaking inside my cunt, he accepts my adoration.  He demands it, but I give it, freely.

I detach the cuffs from his ankles and let him wrap his legs around my back while I push him back into my mouth.  Making sure not to go too fast or too hard, wanting to make him wait to cum this time.  Of course he had already- a few times today- but for now- there will be just once.

His hands still attached to the bed posts I place my hands on each thigh.  Opening his legs- removing them from around my body.  Oh, how I love doing that.  Simply the act of spreading his legs, it’s just so sexy.  So often when we are together, chatting, playing, fucking. The words drip from my lips, “open your legs for me.”  I love him exposed, open for me.

I sit back on my knees and look at him.  Hands bound over his head, legs open.  Cock and balls there for me to see, to touch.  I move back down on him, licking between his legs.  Tonguing  his balls, letting my wet tongue slide over the smooth shaved skin.  He moaned softly above, his hips moving slowly to move me where he wanted me to go.  I filled my mouth with him, one then the other- my tongue making circles over his skin.  Letting him take in the luxurious sensation.  Pushing his legs open farther, knees up- I move my tongue farther.  Lower.  Licking and kissing my way down until my tongue grazes over his ass.  He gasped, and moaned.

“Ohhhh Mmmmmmm.”

I pushed my tongue on his ass, licking hard.  Pressing my tongue against his ass and pushing inside, making him moan out- his legs open, shaking a bit.  I moved up and put his cock back into my mouth again and push my fingers against his ass.  He groaned out loud.

“Oh fuck- god that’s sooo… fuck.. fuck.”

I made circles with my finger- teasing while my mouth worked his cock in the same rhythm.  He pushed against me, I know- wanting more.  I stopped for a second and reached over to grab the toy I had sitting on the edge of the bed.  I quickly lubed it, and my fingers- and pushed his cock right back into my mouth- so he would not think too much about it.

Using one hand to guide, I rubbed his ass until he relaxed for me again.  I made my mouth tight around his cock once more, sucking hard.  I felt his body tense up, pulling against the restraints, I held him, hard- while I pushed the plug into his ass.  It was small, short- and by the time the thickest point had entered him, it was narrowing again.  I sucked his cock hard while I entered him- in at attempt to throw off his focus.

“ohhhhhh fuuuuuuck!” he called out to me.  The toy in place, I barely moved the base of it, allowing the bulb head to rub against his protate.  I pushed against his perineum, sucked his cock.  He throbbed at me.  “Oh my god!” he cried to me.

I moved away and turned around on top of him.  Lowering my pussy onto his face, he licked and sucked at me, crazed and needing that connection.  I pushed my pussy on his mouth- rubbing my clit on his tongue.  Moaning, grinding.  I grabbed the lube and squirted some down on his cock and grabbed it tight with my hand.  Stroking him slow and tight, the way I know he likes.  I used my other hand and pushed a little on the base of the toy in his ass- making him moan and tremble while he was forced to lick my soaked pussy.

“Are you gonna cum hard for me baby?” I taunted him, “Shoot all that hot cum up at my face and all over my tits?”  I could hear him, his moans pleading to me.  He moved his mouth away from my clit, and buried his face into my thigh, crying out to me.  His cock pulsed and throbbed in my hands, I pushed the toy deeper, moving it faster- creating a quick rhythm inside him. :”oh fuck!”  he bit into my thigh as his cock started to shoot of thick ribbons of cum.  I rubbed his shooting cock against my tits, my cheek, my lips.  I licked his cock, sucked it, as he continued to pump hot cream all over me while I moaned and begged him for more.

“Oh god…” he said, moving his face gently back towards my pussy.  Kissing it, licking with less conviction, spent.  I grabbed his towel and wiped my face off- releasing him from the toy, then from the restraints.  He swept me into his arms, kissing me- with relief, passion and complete trust.  I soaked it in, accepting his kisses, his warm moans and the caresses on my skin.  His head cradled to my breast, we are in no rush and I am quiet and satisfied.

Its these moments, that are very few and far too far between, beyond all the sex and lust and dirty talk, that I really crave.  The few moments that he takes me into his arms, and lets me inside his heart, just a little.

It’s the little things that really make me happy- and maybe I don’t say so all the time.

He knows.

It’s hard to pick really- I wanted to choose the ones that I got lots of comments on, or the ones I liked best, or the ones that meant something… So here’s a few- and you can tell me.

From May- me slipping out of my gown for graduation.  All of you know this was a big deal for me.

From my Photoshoot in June.

A tender moment with Angel.  Thank you for being my friend when I needed one.  I’m always here for you.

Again, in NYC.  This pic didn’t lure Mr. NYCHeartbreaker to my bed… but you know… maybe next time.

So you know, pick what you like.  I enjoy getting half nekkid for you every week- and for my sweet sweet Os, my big daddy bear:  Thank you for letting me trust you- and for looking out for me.  Your friendship means so much, it really does.

Happy New Year everyone.  Thank you thank you for being a part of my life.

His hands and legs were tied down to the bed- the cuffs were tight, he could move his arms and legs, but not close them.  Not sit up.  The nipple clamps were attached, but loosened so they were not as tight as I would wear them myself.  I leaned over him, licking his nipples, and running the chain through my mouth- letting him feel that sensation.

His cock was hard, and I teased it, occasionally- keeping him hard.  He groaned out at me.  I know he was a little uncomfortable.  Vulnerable.  Embarrassed maybe?  I kissed him hard- I was so turned on, the excitement of sharing this with him.  Anxious to hear him moaning, hoping he might beg a little.  Our relationship was never Dom/sub, although there has always been somewhat of a pattern of his control and my submission.  However, it was all equal.  We had fallen into the roles that felt natural for us.

I kissed down his chest, careful not to yank on the nipple clamps.  I crawled down between his legs, held open by the restraints.  I took his cock into my mouth, cradling it in my hands.  I suckled on it- playful, teasing.  He moaned softly, not struggling, just relaxing and letting go.  I reached for the cock ring, using my lips to slide it down his hard shaft, th bullet resting on the top of his cock, I pulled the other ring under his balls, resting the second bullet under his balls against his perineum.  He looked down, curious at this contraption.  I smiled, a little wicked and pushed the single button that turned on the bullet down underneath.

“Ohhhhh,” his eyes got a bit wide and then he let his head collapse back on the bed.  His legs twitched a little against the restraints.  The sensation moving through him.  I rested my hands on his thighs, pushing them open just a little.  I moved my mouth down on his balls, taking them in my mouth- feeling the vibrations moving through them.  Swirling over them with my tongue.  I looked up at him, watching his chest rise and fall.  His breathing was grainy, loud, a gentle moan escaped with very exhale.  I looked up at him, tied down, metal clamps on his nipples, his cock wrapped in this double ring.  His eyes caught mine, looking at him, “God it’s so much.  It’s so overwhelming, and yet… I feel just… ridiculous.  I look….”

I silenced him by moving back up over him.  Licking his cock from the base all the way to the tip, then sliding his cock between my lips.  He groaned, slow, his deep voice, stuck in his throat.  I moved up higher, straddling his cock moving my pussy down on him.  I was so wet, so slick.  He slid right through my pussy lips and into my wet hole.  Smooth and perfectly, I sunk down, letting my pussy engulf him.  He grabbed on to the restraints- using them for support.  He thrust his hips at me.  I moved my fingers between us and pressed the single button to turn on the top bullet.  I could feel the vibrations from one bullet- but with a push of the button, his cock surged at me again.  He pulled on the restraints, his whole body thrusting towards my soaking pussy.

“Ohhhh fuck,” he called to me, “Ohhh god yes.  Fuck me, baby.  Fuck me hard.  Oh god.”  I rocked back and forth on him.  Not leaning forward to kiss or caress him.  Just rocking hips and grinding sex.

I looked down at him, “Watch me, Daddy.  Watch me fuck you.”

He opened his eyes.  I closed mine.  My clit rubbing against the vibrating bullet- his cock was hard.  So hard.  I pushed hard to take him in deep- grinding against the vibe.  Slow, then faster.  Feeling his cock grow harder as I let my need rise and fall, but never letting go.

I opened my eyes again and caught his gaze again, his eyes told me he was ok.  My eyes told him I wasn’t going to stop.  I leaned forward on him now.  Not thrusting, but pushing my clit against the bullet.  It was strong, and pressed right against my sweet spot.  I didn’t thrust, just pushed.  His cock still soaking inside me, he could feel me starting to pulse around him.  I kissed and whispered into his mouth.

“Feel me cum, daddy??  Ohhh feel me cumming on your cock.  Oh  god- that’s it baby,”  I moved, ever so slightly, keeping the vibe pressing against my clit.  Feeling his cock filling me.  I wanted to thrust on him, fuck him-hard.  God I wanted to fuck him so hard.  But I wanted to tease him, too.  Let him feel me.  Feel me cumming, from the inside.

We kissed and he encouraged me- his hands still above his head, his legs still open, but his cock, his cock buried inside my cunt while I trembled, pleading with him.  Using him.  “Please…” I begged in a whisper, “Make me cum… ohh… please.”

He bit and sucked on my lips, ” That’s it baby.  Oh I feel that sweet little pussy of yours.  You’re dripping all over my fucking cock.  Oh baby- I want to feel you.  Cum all over my cock baby.  That’s right baby.”  He bit at my lip, not letting go, keeping me close, “Cum for me, you little slut.  Right now.  Right. Now.”

My body started to climb- I pushed, a little harder, reaching it, making circles, small circles.  Slowly, it burned and then melted through my pussy.  My cunt tightened around his cock, my g-spot swelled and I instinctively pushed against it but still resisted thrusting.  I moaned, almost sobbed out loud as I came.  I grabbed his face, kissed him, hard, cumming on his cock while he lay beneath me, still not thrusting- but his cock so hard, filling me.  The slightest move- the smallest thrust and I knew I would have cum all over again- but instead I tried to still my body.  Breathing, slowing.

“Ohh, mmmmmm, ” I purred at him, licking my lips- the kitten having gotten her cream, “Want some more baby?”

“Do you trust me?”  I ask him.

We sat in a hotel room, the smell of booze and take out, and fuck fill the air.  I was still naked, and he had a towel wrapped around his waist, fresh out of the shower.

He looked at the items I had laid out.  Nipple clamps, cuffs, a vibrating cock ring, a bullet vibe and an ass plug.

Swallowing hard, he said, “All of these things are for me?”

I kneeled in front of him reaching my hands under the towel, “Baby- I’m all for you.”

He leaned forward, reaching his hand under my hair, scooping my head into his hands and lifting my face to his, “But I’m not a sub.”

I kissed his warm lips.

It’s not about Dom or sub.  It’s not about any kind of torture, submission, or humiliation.  It’s not about the labels that we don’t fall in to.  “This is all for pleasure honey.  Just for your pleasure.”

We kissed again.  This time deeper, giving his trust to me, knowing that I would never do anything that would make him want from me, anything less than more.

I love to hear my name on his lips.

“sooo good baby.  please suck my cock.  ohhhh god, yes baby…”

I pull his shorts all the way down now, cradling his balls in my hand.  I soften my grip on his cock, and continue to suck at it, gently, teasingly at his enouragment,

“…Take my cock into your mouth- be my good girl baby.  Do it for daddy, baby…”

sliding it deeper into my mouth- so slowly, my lips tight around his shaft,

“…ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck…”

deeper, until his cock reaches the back of my mouth- I tighten around him, to protect my throat, breathe.

“…oh god, baby. yes… more baby.  take it all.. oh fuck take it all……”

Tight mouth, I push him back, feeling him enter into my tight throat.  slowly.  keeping control so I can keep going.

“hooolllyy fuck. yes.  ohhhhh.  god- I want to fuck that slutty mouth so hard….”

but he doesn’t.  he doesn’t push- just takes.  let me baby.  Pulling back, then sliding him back into my throat, a little deeper this time.  again, and again.  slow, controlled.  deep.

“Oh jesus baby…. sooo deep.  Soo close baby.  don’t stop….”

I moan as I withdraw his cock again… I’m so hungry, so starved for him.  I am his greedy whore.  I fight the urge not to go faster- I use all my mental control to focus on his pleasure.  To focus on feeling that cock throbbing in my mouth- and having all of him.

“…oh yes baby… there… oh that’s right, be my little whore.  Show daddy what a good…girl…you…are…”

his cock starts to throb again, and I can feel the cum building along his shaft.  I concentrate, relaxing my throat.  I know what he want-  I will try.  I will not pull back.  relax… relax…

“oh fuck I’m gonna cum baby…. let me shoot all this cum deep in your throat baby… ohhhh fuck yes…. fuck….”

I felt his cock jerk in my throat.  I tightened the suction and start to swallow as he is filling me.  sucking him- draining him.  My name pours from his lips.  Hs hands tighten around my hair…

“Oh Fuck …. Fuck…. Oh god.  yes…  take it..  take it all- ooh fucking swallow every fucking drop.”

I don’t stop- or move my mouth until I am sure that I’ve sucked him empty.  I feel his body jerking.  shaking. his cock softening a bit as I slide him out of my mouth.  I haven’t spilled a drop.  He is clean.

“You are amazing.. perfect.”

I am smiling.