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Review – The Maven

544There are a lot of things in my life that can use improvement, I freely admit this. One thing, dare I say the only thing, in my life that I thought I had perfected it was masturbation.

Unlike many women I know most men have it down pat. Sure the female sex blogging community are usually able to get themselves off easily, but a lot of girls I know have trouble. Every guy I know can make themselves come in a good minute and a half. Why would we need to masturbatory toy?

Well, there is the prostate, given, but that is a whole different catagory. There are a variety of new sensation that a dude can explore, but we surely don’t need help with the actual jerking off part, do we?

I’m a “masturbator” n00b, obviously. I’ve never used a sleeve of any kind. No fleshlight for me. What do I need with that?

Enter, The Maven. No seriously, enter one, they rock.

I’d never heard of elastomer, but apparently is it this silky cushy soft polymer that is phthalate-free and hypoallergenic. It’s porous, so it’s pretty much just a toy for one… though I’m not sure why you would want to share it unless you were putting on a show for someone.

I like the material, but it sort of never gets totally dry once you use lube and wash it off. It is very easy to clean, though. You just use it and then flip it inside out and wash it with soap and water. I keep it wrapped in paper towels between uses.

I use a little Astroglide, but any water based lube will do.

Ok, so how does it feel? Well, it certainly isn’t as good as sex, but it is better than your hand. The softness is interesting, like a blow job from someone with soft lips. That sounded a lot creepier than I wanted it to.

We are men, we don’t need pretty adjectives. The thing is affordable as sex toys go and it lasts a long time and it feel really good and it also reduces cleanup. You use it and then you take it to the bathroom and turn it inside out and wash it out. Fun!

I put a little dress on mine and I am planning on introducing it to my mom soon.

The Maven is not going to change your life, but it may change the way you masturbate or at least give you an interesting change of pace.

Three and a half stars!

HNXMas

What to do while you wait for Santa? Practice your rope skills!

A half naked Christmas present from someone who is putting off taking the long train ride out to his family.

It’s a pretty decent double column!

Fiction – The Date, Part Two

Warning: This story involves forced sex/rape fantasies and role playing. Read Part One first.
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Fiction – The Date, Part One

Warning: This story involves forced sex/rape fantasies and role playing. Read Part Two next.
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Not a Review, a Story about Condoms

I feel like I need to talk about something I found a month ago that has changed my sex life more than anything in the last ten years.

The right condom.

I never really had a big problem with condoms. They were just a thing I had to used unless I was in a serious monogamous relationship and my partner was on some form of birth control. I thought I was buying good ones. I got various Trojans, usually just the lubricated ones in the blue package. I never really thought about it, which come to think of it was odd since I think about everything else having to do with sex far too much.

In the past I had a few experiences where I tried to put on a condom and it just didn’t work. It got stuck half way on and wouldn’t roll anymore. Then I try and pull at it, hold the tip, roll it back a little and then try again. By then my hands are covered in lube and my erection is withering.

I curse. I makeout a little, fool around and get out of my head. I try a new one, but now the pressure is on.

For some reason in the last few months this started happening a lot more. Also a few times I noticed that the condom felt way tighter on my cock, especially around the middle. It got a little painful sometimes.

Now, I have a average sized cock. It is normal and I am happy with it. I have been told it is a little thick but I don’t think it is girthy enough to need some kind of extra large condom. Still these problems were getting annoying so I decided to try a few new ones.

I tried the Trojan Extra Sensitive and liked that one even less than the regular kind. I tried a regular lubricated Lifestyle, which felt very similarly to the Trojan and I even tried a non latex condom when I was with a girl who was allergic to latex and didn’t like that one at all.

So I did a little research. I went on a few sites that had condom reviews. I found that Durex seemed to test very well, especially the Extra Sensitive and the Love varieties.

I couldn’t find the Love so I settled on the Extra Sensitive. From the first go I found they slipped on far more easily that any other I have used. The sex was way better, smoother, it felt more like bareback sex. Also my partners seemed to get less sore and these condoms didn’t smell like latex.

I am so excited I ordered a hundred of the Durex Love condoms.

These new condoms combined with the bottle of Sliquid I got at the calendar party have made for a new world of sex. I swear the sex has been so good I haven’t even had any time to tie anyone up!

Fiction – Rent

I am working on a bunch of stories, but this is the only one that is finished. Thanks to an editor who needs to start blogging!
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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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Beautiful

Mine.

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.

Fiction – Halloween

A story inspired by a Halloween costume one friend wore and a fantasy another friend told me about.
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What is in a Name

This post involves Daddy/little girl roleplay. Everyone involved is over eighteen.
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Review of The Nexus Titus

The Titus, The Toy I Don’t Get

I am an anal toy novice, admittedly. I have had some success with the Sensual Bulb (which is not specifically for the bum, but works well there), in fact I sort of like that one. I decided a while back to try the other toy I received for that area and frankly I just don’t get this one.

The Titus is a rather small black hard plastic toy shaped in a sort of Y shape similarly to the Aneros, but with fewer curves and more ridges. First of all I think it is far too small to do anything. It is hard plastic, which is very uncomfortable. The ridges make it difficult and almost painful to insert and pull out. When the world of sex toys is full of such wonderful things like silicone why would you have this hard plastic… thing?

Also I may be missing the point because I have no idea what the little silver ball is for. I know it is supposed to sit on your perineum and sort of massage it, but that did nothing for me.

Looking at the Titus, considering the material and the size, I can’t understand why it is as expensive as it is.

It is certainly possible that I am not using it to its full extent or maybe I just don’t have a particularly sensitive “p-spot” or perhaps it is higher up or lower down or something, but I don’t get this toy.

I gave the Titus a college try. A few college tries. Then again I gave a few colleges a try so perhaps I am not that bright.

One star. So for this has been the only thing I’ve received from vibereview.com that I haven’t really enjoyed, but I think that might be more about me than the toy.

Half Jack

Dear readers, you need to know something: Jack is not my given name. It’s not very far from my given name, but until I started this web page very few people ever called me Jack.

But that’s what people do, isn’t it? When you write pretty words about tying girls up you take on an alias. The alias gets used more and it becomes a character. You write as the character and then you eventually meet people as the character and in a way you become the character, at least a little.

To be honest, though, Jack was really born a year and a half ago when my life fell apart and I had to rebuild myself emotionally. Call it a phoenix-like rebirth or perhaps Bionic Man like reboot, I became someone very different. I have different priorities now and different ways of handling things. I adjusted to being 31 and single and I came out of the whole drama a lot stronger and a lot more interesting.

Jack is decidedly more confident than I am. He can even be a little cocky. Jack doesn’t mind talking too loud about rather shocking things in public places. Jack has really good luck with the ladies. Jack is forward and direct and very honest.

Lately I find myself introducing myself as Jack, even in non-blog/sex-geek/sex+ situations. When I meet new people I just introduce myself as Jack and my friends kind of look at me strangely, but it’s not that far fetched. It’s a couple of letters, but it is amazing how much of an effect it can have.

Lately life seems all about changing and realizing things and finding myself and understanding my desires. I am accepting a lot of things about myself, things that I’ve denied and things that I convinced myself weren’t true. Sometimes it is as easy as just letting go and accepting certain kinks. Sometimes it is deeper and it means admitting that certain feelings are ok to have. It also means allowing myself to get into new kinds of relationships. It’s tricky.

Ever since I started this, though, I have felt like my life has been amplified. Everything is far more intense and I am not just talking about sex and relationships. The world seems more accessible, things seem more vivid, life seems better. I used to feel so restrained by all of these rules that I enforced on myself and now it seems like every time I come to one of these self imposed walls I am able to look at it and judge with new eyes if it is something valid or not. I feel free.

So what does this all mean? I have no idea. I guess I am just taking some time to appreciate Jack. He certainly isn’t perfect, but I certainly like him.

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