TwiddlyBits' Sex Blog

Took my mom to the airport today, then headed north to the City and stopped at the Good Vibrations store to pick up some toys. YAY!

Here's what I got:

• 1 set of SmartBalls, black
• 1 set of TinyBuzzers, black
• 1 Neptune Sleeve, purple
• 1 Bump-N-Grind Sleeve, blue
• 1 Hands-free Cyber Ring, lavender, with bullet vibe and 6 batteries

... and because I bought this much, I also got a free gift: Sex Toy Tales, (Anne Semans and Cathy Wink, editors).

Dangly & I are looking forward to using these buzzing rings on the Feeldoe as well as on his cock! In fact, I've got the SmartBalls in right now & Ooh-la-la! are they ever NICE!

It'll be nice to be able to play with Dangly tonight without having to be quiet or worry about my mother - although, I *do* have some things to blog about from this past week! ;-)

Much more later...

People find this site by googling on the strangest things. Past interesting search terms have included such phrases as "Church sex ejaculation", "piercing nipples does she like?", "gamahuche" and "bottle porn", but this one today caught my eye:

"You're the Candy Fairy. That's cool. Rock on!"

I think I want that on a T-Shirt.

... I said as I grabbed the Candy G vibrator.

"Sure", Dangly replied as he put aside the magazine he'd been reading and leaned back against the pillows.

I positioned myself so that I was sitting between his legs, my head toward the foot of the bed, leaning up on one elbow, my legs spread so that his view was unencumbered. I turned the vibe on and touched it to my pussy.

I shuddered slightly as I slowly drew the tip forward, parting the labia and spreading my wetness around. As the vibe touched my hood ring, it began noisily buzzing, the vibrations amplified and concentrated to my clit without actually touching it.

I moaned and writhed my hips, half-opening my eyes to gaze at Dangly & make sure he was enjoying this. I was rewarded with the sight of his huge grin and growing bulge under the bedcovers.

Again I moved the vibe back, away from my clit, the tip just barely inside, touching that sensitive spongy area along the front wall, that area that I have known and loved since I was a young girl, that area that is so easy to reach, even without penetration, that area that has given me so much pleasure over the years. Now it was treated to the buzzing and whirring of the vibe and I sucked in my breath as I reached down to turn the vibrations down a little. I find that the lower setting gives me more pleasure, usually, than the higher setting. Perhaps the slower speed allows the vibe to move more on each motor rotation?

I closed my legs around the vibrator to hold it in place and got up on my hands and knees to lean in and kiss Dangly. He took the opportunity to caress my breasts, slightly pinching one nipple which caused me to quiver with a small orgasm.

I turned so that I was sitting on his lap, my arms around his neck, cradled in his arms as I clenched and unclenched my legs around the buzzing toy, its vibrations making me climb higher and higher into arousal. He held me, kissed me and fondled me. Leaning down he took a nipple in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue as he clasped the barbell between his teeth. He pulled back, stretching my nipple taught, and I arched my back, both following him and resisting his movements at the same time.

Opening my legs, I took the vibrator in hand again, turned the speed up a little and put it directly on my clit, the waves of orgasm washing over me as I lay in my husband's arms, his hands roving over my body, his kisses surrounding me.

As the orgasm receded, I let the vibe slip to the bed, then reached to turn it off and set it aside. I kissed Dangly, then sat up on my knees. I looked down to see his cock's bulk obvious even through the bedding.

"Scoot over a little, sweetheart," I said as I opened the bedside cabinet & removed the bottle of lube. Dangly moved over and pulled down the covers as I pumped lube into my hands, rubbing them together to warm it before engulfing his cock with the slippery wetness.

He sighed and groaned, eyes rolling back in his head, as I massaged his shaft. One hand at the base, the other flitting about and circling the head and crown, thumbs rubbing the frenulum, flicking it back and forth, watching the interaction of the foreskin and the head, the head turning more purple with each stroke. My hands working together, squeezing and rubbing, stroking and caressing.

I settled into a rhythm and Dangly's breathing became more erratic, his arms behind his head, eyes clenched shut, his knees drawing up toward his chest, his back arching.

Suddenly, I felt his cock get warmer and swell in my hands. I stopped the stroking, holding it at the base by one hand, the other cupped around the head to catch his come. He convulsed with each spurt, the involuntary thrusting causing his sensitive cockhead to rub against my hand, prolonging the sensations to the point where they are unbearable. He grabs my hand and moves it away.

His orgasm subsides and he can breathe again.

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In other news:

*) I see that we've passed the 200k mark! Yay! No screenshots, though. :-(

*) My mom is flying into town tonight to visit me. She'll be staying until the 29th, so I don't think I'll be able to blog much (if at all) while she's here. I'll be back after the holidays, though.

*) Have had several interesting emails this past week, the details of which I won't describe right now. Suffice to say that I enjoy this kind of flirting & have found myself giggling like a schoolgirl, eagerly opening my email to see if there's been a follow-up message. This is fun!

We seem to be nearing another milestone here - 200,000 visitors. As always, I'd appreciate it if you'd catch a screen shot of it, if you happen to be the lucky visitor to see it!

[UPDATE: Yes, of course I meant 200k, not 20k. *blush* That's what I get for Posting While Intoxicated!]

This is so funny, I had to share. Parody? I sure hope so. ;-)

There's also a link to The World's Largest Collection of Masturbation Synonyms, including such gems as "Wading in the Bermuda Triangle" and "Shaking the coconut milk of love from the leafless palm trunk".

Enjoy!

In response to Dangly's last post about the FeelDoe, a couple of people commented about folding the laundry.

I want to go on record as saying that Dangly is "The Fantasy Husband". He cooks, he cleans, he does laundry, and he has excellent fashion sense PLUS he's a "car guy" and Mr. Fix-it, and does it all with a smile. He listens to me when I'm sad, he shares my joy, he teases me good-naturedly when I need a laugh, he wants to spend time with me. In short, he adores me. He is the best husband a girl could ever have & I'm so extremely happy with him that sometimes I think my heart will burst from love of him.

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JeN asked about my New Years' Eve outfit. We're thinking of going to a party at the Power Exchange in downtown San Francisco - they have a "Fetish Ball" that night.

Not having a lot of money to spend on a new spectacular and outrageous outfit, I was perusing my collection of lingerie and assorted other wear & decided that I would wear my black strappy sort-of-high-heeled sandals, black balconiére bra (an underwire bra that leaves my pierced nipples exposed) with matching black thong, and my black leather jacket. With full makeup & hair, it should be quite stunning! To get into the place from the street, I will probably wear my pair of black spandex boy shorts over my thong, then take them off once I'm inside.

I'd prefer to wear a velvet cloak with green satin lining, but I don't have the money or the time to pursue that dream right now.

I also wish that I could wear some Nipple Shields or other fancy nipple jewelry, but they say that nipple piercings take 6 months to heal completely & I'm only at 4. They are coming along nicely, but I'm not ready to change the jewelry yet.

Hmm, maybe I can find some chains to hook between my nipples and my clit ring?

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I've become totally smitten by Twisted Monk. I read his blog daily and have gone back and read all of his archives, too. I like his "voice". I think we have a lot of the same interests and philosophies of life & think we'd get along famously in real life. The only problem is...

he scares me.

You see, he's a sadist. A rope top and a self-proclaimed "rat bastard". I've never been into bondage or pain or any of that stuff & I don't think I'm a bottom (but remind me to tell you a story about that, ok?). I don't want to be flogged or pierced or any of that stuff.

And yet...

I read every word he writes. I visualize all of his stories unfolding in front of me, with me in them. I fantasize about meeting him at some San Francisco event (like next years' Folsom Street Fair).

I feel like a bird that's been hypnotized by a snake....

What's a girl to do?