Your words are still dancing playfully across my flesh. Evoking notes of blackberry and rose, layered with vanilla and a generous helping of amber. Do you want to sleep with it inside you tonight, baby, and wake up with morning wood?
Last night I laughed and blushed and squealed. I squirmed as my legs crawled the walls and my nails searched desperately for a back to rake, my teeth seeking something, anything, to bite.
My pussy contracted against the pretty purple silicone bulb inside me. As I thrust my hips and closed my eyes, my new member didn’t just fuck my hand. It also fucked my insides silly. Rubbing up against my g-spot with every undulation of my hips. Delectably designed ridges teasing my slit.
Today, I’m drifting in the haze of pleasure waves. Waking up to morning wood (or some approximation thereof) was something that I never thought I’d experience in my lifetime. To be able to feel its every nuance, bump, ripple, curve, ridge… To feel the weight of it attached to my body. Supported by me. A part of me.
I’m still trying to figure out what happened. Perhaps the details aren’t important. This I know: I now have a cock. Just for me. Or my partners. Any way I want it. Any time. It’s always hard. But it’s soft, flexible. Responsive, too. It vibrates at the push of a button. Exhilaratingly so.
And besides the sheer rush of relinquishment from the chains of penis envy, the best part is that it’s a strapless strap-on. A seamless integration of my sexuality and my body and its functions. When I want it. (I do think Freud would have a field day with this, if you were wondering. *laughs*)
I knew before she arrived in the mail from FunLove.com (yes; she’s a she), that there would be no going back for me. I felt like initiation into the world of the Feeldoe was going to be something beyond. And it has already been something beyond, not yet 24-hours later. Beyond. Beyond. Something that words can only fumble to approximate.
Vibe on my clit, hand wrapped tightly around my new member, slick with water-based lube (no silicone for the two of us!), I had a small glimpse into the world of male masturbation. I mean fuck, if I was a guy, I don’t know that I’d ever want to stop.
It’s amazing to me how different it is from the way that I get myself off, or another woman gets me off, or a guy gets me off… This idea of having a cock… this fantasy made accessible by the creative sexy genius of the silicone-bodied Feeldoe is the best kind of mindfuck.
My cum and juices and lube smeared all over my breasts, my hands, my lips. My new cock. My pussy, too. Flowing like the ocean. Puddled in bliss. Beyond.
What happens when we can have it all? Jack off and rub our clits at the same time? Fuck our boyfriends and feel every thrust in our own sacred spaces? Fuck our girlfriends and be fucked by every moan they release into the ether, every shudder of their hips and shiver up their spines…
Just frolicking in space with ourselves, our own sexuality… Singing in the bordelands, the liminal spaces, what we knew as limits and limitations and boundaries and watching them dissolve like clouds separating to show the glory of the moon in the canvas of sky. Beyond.
Delicate and strong at once. Masculine and feminine. Mine. And hers. And his. For me. And him. And her. For all of us.
And I can even pop out the bullet vibe and toss her in the dishwasher, too? Or throw her in boiling water to disinfect her completely before we get down ‘n dirty again? Beyond.
Goddess, life is good.
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a. eve
Pansexual sensate aesthete. Proponent of resources and eduction to help us each live our best lives. Kinky, quirky, sex-obsessed, sex toy-obsessed, sexpos critical theory slut with a passion for writing & def an acquired taste. Interests: The loveliness of everything being lovely. Wearing stars in the night sky. Buddhism. Critical Theory. Embodiment. Authentic Connection. Preparing happy, humming food. Baking bread from scratch. Thunderstorms. Storytelling. Sharing. Old typewriters. Dangly earrings.
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Wow! Forget about me wanting a strap on I want me a Feeldoe. Wonderful Review sweetie, I can't wait till I have my first morning wood.
we so should!! there's no way i'm going to be able to afford getting one by myself as long as i'm a student, and that's going to be for quite a few more years
xx ~ Fae
you just completely renewed my burning desire for a feeldoe all over again….this post totally reignited my deep throbbing need
frustration at lack of funds to be able to purchase said feeldoe >.<
xx ~ Fae
Fae, darling,
We should conspire to get you one for review. Or raise a "Feeldoe for Fae" fundraiser. Or something. *smiles*
Glad you enjoyed the post. I enjoyed writing it for you!
Bella xxo
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You steal my breath away…
There is something incredibly sexy about being whole, feeling it in such a way that it courses through our whole body and mind… knowing without doubt that we are complete and sexed and sexual.
Revelation revolution, indeed. Womyn and women, at once. So hum.
Bella xxo
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Yes. Yes. Yess.
The first time I wore one, I just lay there alone, deep in the middle of the dark hours… running my hand along it's length… panting at the firmness I could feel both snug within me and protruding out into space….breath coming short, moaning at the shifts it made within as I used my muscles to thrust and lie still, used my hand to grip this divine tool hard, jack myself off, imagining her on top of me…riding me…fucking me….a revelation revolution of the masculine and feminine…and needing no one at all in the room to feel completely sexed, and whole. xxx Slyce.
Very hot, I've seen similar moments of enlightenment on both Marilyn and Holly's face when they stood up sporting a cock, walking around with it, stroking it, sort of wide eyed amazement that they too could jack off suddenly.
Mmmm… yes… it's an awesome feeling. Enlightenment is a good word. Satori, even. *smiles*
Have you tried an 18" double dong? That's like having a cock too! :)
Hee. I haven't. Yet. Sounds delic, though! :D
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Oh darlin. You make me fall in love all over again…..sigh.
-Your Green Man friend from afar…
Mmmmmmmmmm. Love is a glorious, glorious thing! Nice to see you around these parts. <3
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"I had a small glimpse into the world of male masturbation. I mean fuck, if I was a guy, I don’t know that I’d ever want to stop."
We don't!
Haha. Oh, Hardin, I don't blame you! Any of you!
Shit. I'm still trying to figure out how you're not constantly distracted 24/7/365. Or wait… *smiles*
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