My Girlfriend..

.. looks amazing wearing the Jaguar.
[Actually, she always looks amazing,
regardless of what she is or isn't wearing.]

And she's coming here on Wednesday.
[Pun may have been slightly intended.]

So excited.

;-)

Maneuvering The Monarch.

I've been trying to figure out how to successfully maneuver my latest review assignment from Eden for the past few days.. but The Monarch "hands-free" dildo has proved to be not so hands-free, after all. It keeps sliding away from me when I attempt to hold it between my thighs, as the package instructed me to do. So far it seems more like a thigh workout than a sex toy. When it actually goes in.. which is far and few between (and usually forced by my hands).. it feels great. Maybe I'm doing something wrong? I've tried it sitting up, laying down, and in the shower. The shower turned out to be a horrible idea.. adding water to the already slippery equation didn't help at all.

There must be a way.. any ideas?

From One Happy Valley To Another.

At first sight, intimidating Big Boy certainly lived up to his name as I carefully inspected and held him in my own timid hands. This dildo, much like the last one I’d reviewed from Happy Valley, was incredibly shiny and smooth. Its silver silicone swirls curved up its large shaft ensuring maximum G-spot enjoyment, while at the same time creating perhaps a more true-to-life form.

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French Connection.

My first fantasy has been published on EF! Check out the teaser below and be sure to read the rest by following the link!

She loved when I spoke in French. I knew very little, but there was something about the way the words came out that made her melt. She admitted to me, legs shaking, that it made her melt.

Taking one of her hands, I placed her fingers lightly on my lips.

Whispered, "Pour vous." I placed them on my chest, letting her feel my heartbeat rapidly fluttering from within. "Pour vous."

I took my own hand, ran my fingers through her hair, down her neck. I stopped at her face, looked into her eyes. Pressed a fingertip to her lips. "Pour moi?" She answered quickly. "Oui." Then again, but this time my hand was on her chest. "Pour moi?" She kissed my lips. "Oui. Pour vous."

My hands, curious as they were, began to trace their way down her body. My fingertips lingered on the warmth of her inner thighs, and immediately radiated heat throughout my entire body. I felt how wet she was. I knew how badly she wanted me. I could tease her no longer.

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