Review – Silver Bullet

The Silver Bullet.

For $12.95 how can you go wrong with this little extremely portable vibe? It just works for simple clitoral stimulation. It is portable. It takes AA batteries.

I sort of think what would make it perfect was if it were metal, not just metal looking plastic. It would be easier to clean and last forever.

Still it is a good go to toy and perfect for travel and secret sneaky fun.

I give the The Silver Bullet three out of five stars, because although it works well it really isn’t anything to write home about.

Review: Climax Bursts Anal Lube

Climax Bursts Anal Lube

To be frank, I really seem to have bad luck with fucking girls in the ass. A couple have said it has to do with my girth, but really I don’t think my cock is that thick. I’ve always heard the keys are getting the girl (or boy) to relax, taking it slow, and lube lube lube.

Enter Climax Bursts Anal Lube. It is a slippery watery lube that is distinctly not oily. The little bubbles of vitamin E give it a slightly gritty feel, but only for a second until the bubbles burst.

I still haven’t had that much anal sex, but it certainly has helped paying around back there. More so than other lubes I have seen with the possible exception of Sliquid.

I give it four out of five stars.

Sock It To Me

Confession time. I have a fetish. I’m actually excited about this because I have sort of felt bad about the fact that most of my kinks seem to be mental, emotional or, I say, intellectual. This is something material. Something physical. Something that is just hot. There is a simplicity in that which I find refreshing.

I am talking, of course, about thigh high socks. “Over the Knee” socks, if you will.

I’ve mentioned them before, I’m sure. I was introduced to the American Apparel Thigh High Socks a while back and ever since I have been sort of obsessed with them. Specifically the white ones with the three stripes. There is something innocent about them, so playful, so sexy. There is also something about the legs being so cover that it makes the thighs look so much more naked.

I really can’t put the attraction into words because it goes beyond just what I’ve written. When a girl is wearing thigh high socks and nothing else a little switch goes off in my head. My cock is harder. I want to really ravage her in a very aggressive way.

Partners note the difference right away. These socks make me instantly frisky. My hands roam between any legs encased in them instinctual.

Recently I was talking to someone about pubic hair and my (along with a lot of other people’s) love of its absence. I’ve sort of gone back on that one lately. I think I like a little hair, it is amusing. The wonderful thing is when there is hair for a while and then it gets shaved (or even better waxed) off. It is the juxtaposition of tactile sensations. It’s the same thing with the socks.

When those socks come off they leave little marks that make me bite my lip. The feel of those little impressions, tracing them with my fingers or my tongue. Once covered legs suddenly naked. Perfect.

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The Party

Now, not to put down events like Pleasure Salon or In the Flesh, which are really the only kinkster/blogger events I’ve been to and are both fun in their own way, this calendar party was a much more highbrow affair than anything blog related I have been to. There was a distinct air of occasion. Everyone was dressed up, suits and ties and corsets and low cut dresses and all manner of finery. There was also a distinct New York vibe, which was certainly apropos.

Coming in a little early the Babeland bags were lined up and the calendar girls were buzzing around. Sinclair looking debonair in a velvet suit. Tess, defying gravity with her almost falling out cleavage. Mariella looking a bit more innocent in her demure black dress and wide eyed loveliness. Everything was perfect as the masses lined up outside, ready to party.

I’d been to the White Rabbit a few times before and I’ve always liked it. The drinks were Happy Hour cheap until 9 and that certainly aided in the crowd’s loosening up. Everyone was super friendly and flirty. There was a running joke about how every introduction had two parts. People were introduced by name followed by awkward handshakes, then they were introduced by blog names which was followed by eyes opening wide in recognition and then hugs.

It sort of blew me away that people actually knew who I was. Fellow tweeters, tumblrs, bloggers and kinky internet denizens. It seemed like everyone there had either corresponded to some degree, knew each other by reputation or had fucked.

I’ll just put it out there since it was in a lot of people’s heads but no one seems to be talking about it. Jefferson had made some rumblings on Twitter about showing up and since a bevy of both his loyal friends and fiercest critics were at the party that would have been quite an event. I don’t know the man by anything but reputation, but personally was kind of excited to see the sparks fly. Drama like that doesn’t come around every day. Alas, we were both robbed and spared that spectacle.

Other than that the night was drama free. The burlesque dancers were both hot and exotic. Three women who were completely different. I’d still like to know what Sinclair was doing with one of them in the bathroom for so long. Bodyguard, indeed.

The auction was raucous and wild. It was also obviously fixed because I didn’t win anything. Viviane was the big winner, but in a wonderful turn of events I was given a Pure Wand by the calendar girls and the awesome people at njoy! My hard work as co-designer paid off! Plus I went home with Miss January! There may have been some panty ripping.

My only real gripe was the lack of a DJ. This party needed some good music and it was very lacking. Next time. And there really needs to be a lot of next times.