Sometimes We Fuck Like Porn Stars

Without all of the screaming like cats in heat, bad orgasm face nonsense.
The beginning of a long weekend put my stamina to the test on the very first day.

I won’t bore you with the details. But sometimes we fuck this way.
We switch positions. We talk like porn stars. I came six times. He came three times. In a single session.
It is urgent and it is animalistic and it is passionate and it is insane and it is intense.

“Do you see, baby? Do you see what it can be like if you just tell me what you need? If you just give me control?” Continue reading

TMI Tuesday: Odds and Ends

This week’s TMI Tuesday is an outlet for the quirky you. It’s titled Odd and Ends because it is the leftover ideas/questions/thoughts that couldn’t fit into a theme but I know it’s TMI you want to share :)

Let’s Play…


1. How addicted are you? You are in a rush, there is no time to make your morning coffee or stop to buy it. However, you can save time and get your “energy high” by brushing your teeth with a caffeine-infused toothbrush. Would you buy and use this product? Why or why not?

I metabolize caffeine pretty fast, so I drink coffee for the taste, rather than the caffeine infusion. Sooo that would have to be a no.

2. You made a sex list of all the things you’d like to do but haven’t done. The list was lost and discovered by your boss at work. He/she ask if they can help you tick a few items off the list. What do you say?

Uhhh. Nahhh I’m good.

3. Sex around the house. Have you ever been bent over the kitchen counter or bent a lover over the kitchen counter and fucked? What did you like most about it? What did you like least?

I’m a little too short to get bent over the counter. :]
HOWEVER, I have definitely been lifted up against the counter and bent over the kitchen table.

4. Sexting…How do you really feel about it?
a. Meh? Not my thing.
b. Can take it or leave it, usually have to be begged to do it
c. I like it, it’s like foreplay.
d. Love it! I’m always sending naughty notes and steamy pics.
e. What’s your number? I have a daily sexting list, wanna sign up?

I’m between c/d. I love being mentally stimulated, and just like I enjoy reading a good erotica, if my fellow sexter knows how to write passion via text/email/whatever I enjoy reading it. I also love sending Sir sexy photos.

5. What do you love to sniff? Why?

Fresh laundry; it makes me happy.
My hair fresh from the shower; it smells delish.
My perfume; I like it!
His cologne; I love it.
His skin; I can’t get enough.
His tee shirt after working out; what a sexual smell.
Warm rain on a summer’s day; Heated petrichor… one of the best scents in the world.
The indescribable scent of winter after fresh snow; nostalgia.
Pine trees; makes me think of Christmas
Jute, Hemp, Jojoba; makes me think of bondage
Leather; makes me think of spanking.
Homemade tomato sauce; makes me think of grandma.
Fresh baked oatmeal cookies; see above.
Strawberry fields; makes me feel like a child again.

I’m going to stop the list here. I love to smell things. haha.

Bonus: What is it? Explain how you would use it.


Looks like a device for either male chastity, cock bondage, or CBT. I could be wrong… but I am well-versed in exactly none of these things, so I’d probably use it as a key chain.


How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

So I Bought a Wahl

What is a Wahl you might ask? heh.

The Wahl is a powerful all body massager–quite like the Hitachi Magic Wand. I bought the Wahl on a whim because of the amazing review Epiphora gave it.

Let me give you the Cons of this toy first.

It can be loud, but it’s not hard to make it quiet. There’s some rattling metal inside, and I haven’t been arsed to open it up and fix it yet, but I might. It’s clunky and doesn’t look appealing. However, I should note that it’s a lot smaller than it looks on the box.

That’s it. That’s all the cons.

The point of this post isn’t necessarily to gush (haha) about the Wahl, but I am going to tell you the main three reasons I am happy I made this purchase, and why you should probably make the purchase too.

1) Affordability. As Epiphora noted HOLY FUCKING SHIT. It’s 15 dollars on Amazon and has free shipping if you’re a Prime member (PS, if you use amazon even moderately, why aren’t you a Prime member?)

2) It’s powerful. Not really sure if it’s as powerful as the Hitachi, haven’t looked, don’t care. It is powerful without numbing your clit/whole pubic area like my beloved Hitachi does. It also has a generous cord (8.5 feet) and attachments. Surprisingly, I like that the head weighs more than the arm of the toy, it lends for an extra pressure on my clit.

3) This is probably the most important reason: 2014-04-15 01.48.53

I love my Hitachi. I really do. BUT listen. THIS spot applicator is the greatest thing EVER. And I know you can get attachments for the Hitachi and I’ve just been lazy about upgrading mine… but this spot applicator comes with the Wahl, and guess what? It’s the perfect size to pin-point all of that deep vibration goodness right into your clit. No numbness. No awkward, big head. Just straight clit action. It makes me squirt easier than the Hitachi. I was shocked. Also, please ignore my second grade finger drawing skills. Thanks.


So I bought the Wahl. My recent twitter addiction demanded that I both announce my decision to buy it and my thoughts after first using it. Let me back track a little bit here. I told Twitter about my imminent buying plans, about my first orgasm–all fine and good. But… you know who I didn’t tell?



I bought a toy, used a toy for the first time (PS, we were texting WHILE I was using the toy), told the world about it, and then didn’t tell Sir. It’s not that I was hiding it from him–I did have eventual plans about telling him or maybe just showing it to him the next time I saw him. After liking it so much, I certainly wasn’t going to shove it in a drawer. But I didn’t get to tell him, because just like he reads my blog, turns out that when I mentioned in passing (a few times) that I had a twitter, he actually looked at it periodically. This is what I get for assuming he doesn’t care.

So I committed a few big “no-nos” but let me tell you a little something about Sir.

He finds me highly amusing sometimes–sort of like a wild jungle cat (really a kitten playing in the garden) who is amusing to study. I don’t mean this in a negative way toward either of us, but in our dynamic, he is definitely the predator and I’m just traipsing through. Though—well. More on that later.

So I had no idea he knew about the toy until five days after my trial run. He finally confronted me about it with more than a hint of amusement in his voice. He chided me gently about depriving him of getting to be there for the first use. When it came out that I had orgasmed while texting him without A) asking permission and B) telling him he realllllly laid it on thick and then laughed at me. Consider the verbal banter a lighthearted slap on the wrist. He wasn’t really serious and certainly wasn’t mad or disappointed.

“There will still be a fun/pun-ishment for this, little girl,” he said.

The next time we were together, I happened to have house guests. It was late at night and sequestered in my room, he made me show him the Wahl and the only attachment I used–clearly the best one, he agreed. Though make no mistake, he would become a fan of the “Power Disc (see above)” too. I begged off of the spanking (which would come later) because of the house guests. Though he very nearly didn’t give a fuck, because (and I FIND THIS UNBELIEVABLY HOT) he doesn’t care who knows or how embarrassed I get.

He made me tell him the narrative again. The why and the how and the how long. When he didn’t like my answers he pinched my nipples in lieu of spanking me (allowing me my modesty).

“Tell me, has your discipline been lacking? Have I been neglecting you, is that what I’ve been doing?”

“Noooo, daddy.”

“No? Then whatever else could I have wrong, hmm? That you didn’t feel you had to tell me?” he clucked his tongue. “What am I to do with you?”

“I don’t know, daddy.”

“You are going to get a sound spanking. But tonight I think we’re going to figure out just how much more you like this toy over your other ones.”

“But it’s so loud and there are guests… please, don’t make me.”

“I don’t care, Fatal. You’ll just have to suffer the embarrassment. This is part of your punishment for trying to…” he chuckled. “Sneak this past me.”

I protested. Mainly because I would be horrified if I had to explain what the power tool noise coming out of my bedroom was.

“Fatal, girl… my little Pooh… you must have some sort of punishment. And besides, I know what a little slut you are, the danger will just make it so much better for you. And don’t try to deny it.”

Quite graciously, he let me perch on top of the Wahl and ride it to help me muffle the sound while I edged. In spite of being very useful for that purpose, riding the Wahl made my edging that much harder.

He began slow, letting me use the Wahl on its lowest setting. Even still, after only a few moments, I had to beg for relief. He let me lift my hips long enough to ease the building pressure, and then I had to get back on. I explained to him why I was bad. What I had done wrong. Why I was wrong. I told him I wanted to be a good girl. I told him I was sorry, I didn’t want to be a bad girl. I begged for relief. He granted it. The pressure eased. I sat back down.

“How much of this can you handle, Pooh?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you sorry for keeping this from me?”

“I’m very sorry I kept this from you.”

He reiterated one more time that he wasn’t angry or disappointed. He was amused, but I needed to be disciplined. I knew, I said. And he made me turn the Wahl on high.

The Wahl on high with the pin-point attachment isn’t something I can describe. I must have (nearly) screamed to be let up, that I was going to come, three or four times in as many minutes. Each time, I was only allowed up for a moment before pressing my clit back down against the toy.

“Should I let you come, baby?”


“Why not?”

“Because I don’t deserve to come. Because I’ve been a bad girl. And bad girls don’t deserve it.”

Even when I’m in trouble… I love to watch his face, his reactions. Disciplining me in this way turns him on immensely. He loves it when I honestly know my place, without prompting from him, when I understand that my body is his.

One time I cried… tears flowing openly, mostly at the lack of control I felt. My control is so strong… my body so trained… but edging with the Wahl is a new challenge. I cried and I asked him to let me ease up off of the toy. He counted down an extra ten seconds.

“Get up,” he said firmly, as I felt my orgasm push nearly off of the edge.

That one exhausted me. But he wasn’t done. He’s never done. He always wants more. He always wants to push me harder. I am always a willing victim.

“One last time, baby, get down on the toy.”

He stroked his cock while I shuddered and trembled atop the Wahl, talking to him the whole time. He worked himself while I told him what I needed (him), while I told him how sorry I was (very), while I told him what I deserved (nothing).

“Do you want to come now, baby?” he asked.

“I don’t deserve it.”

“You don’t… but I am a good Sir… and I might let you if you really want it.”

“I don’t want it. I’ve been bad… and I don’t deserve it,” I squirmed atop the toy and blinked away my tears. “I don’t want to come, Daddy,” I whispered.

“Good girl,” he muttered as he came.

“Get off of the toy,” he said.

“What have we learned?” he asked.

“I shouldn’t hide things from you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I should ask you or tell you what I need or want.”

“You should.”

He smiled and made me a promise: I was owed a spanking and I would get one.

Because even if I’m not really in trouble, there’s still a lesson to be learned.

I’m Feeling Hot to the Touch, You Say You’ll Miss Me the Most, I Say I’ll Miss You So Much

Finally, a song that surpasses “Sweater Weather” as my go to mood music.
First single from Lana’s album Ultraviolence that is set to drop soon.
And something I wrote while listening:

The Dance

Swaying in the dark,
dance like a flame;
my hands in your hair,
the way you whisper my name.

Your teeth on my neck,
Your hands on my hips,
My mouth is on fire,
I want the taste of your lips,

You push me on to the bed,
Your knees split my thighs,
My heart pounds faster,
I could drown in those eyes.

I am Infallible

No. Not at all, actually.
But I build myself up to be sometimes.

Get upset when I fail. I let it wreck me.

For someone with low self-esteem, my ego is fucking huge sometimes.

I’m feeling a little cleaner of spirit lately.
I’m also feeling a little more comfortable in my submission too. I’m not resting on my laurels–taking it for granted that I am a “good submissive partner.”

You’ll read more about that in the coming weeks. Continue reading

TMI Tuesday: Vacation Time

In many areas around the world, vacation season is approaching. This week’s TMI Tuesday asks you to tell us about your vacation style. Thank you to Virtual Sin for the questions.


1) What mode of transportation do you prefer for vacation: a) car, b) bus, c) train, d) cruise ship, e) airplane, f) other?

Car for regional trips and Airplane for everything else. Some day I might take a cruise, but I am deathly afraid of drowning. I enjoy trains, but they’re not my preferred method of transport unless it’s a subway. I really hate buses.

2) What baggage strategy do you use when flying: a) carry-on only, b) gate check excess bags, c) check baggage, d) ship bags ahead, e) other?

I always try to take only a carry-on, but if the trip is longer than 3 or 4 days I usually end up packing one bag and having a carry-on as well.

3) What is your accommodation strategy: a) luxury hotel, b) bed and breakfast c) cheap hotel/motel, d) stay with family/friends, e) camping or RV, e) other?

I very rarely stay with family or friends, with a few notable exceptions. I do like a little privacy and I actually enjoy staying in hotels! With that being said I have stayed in luxurious hotels (including one of the Penthouse suites at the famous Waldorf Astoria in NY), I have done cheap motels where I was afraid to use the linens, I have lived out of my suitcase in hostels, I have done beach side condos and cozy cottages. My absolute favorite place to stay is a bed and breakfast though, especially in a countryside or on a beach; log cabins come in close second.

4) What world-famous places have you visited on vacation? These can be commercial tourist attractions (Disney World), museums (The Louvre), historic places (Gettysburg), natural wonders (Yellowstone, Yosemite), or anything else?

Oh boy. Well. A short and more than likely incomplete list:
Space Needle, Disney World, Universal Studios, Madame Tussauds Wax Museum (NY, London, Vegas), Statue of Liberty, St. Patrick’s Cathedral,  Empire State building, MoMa, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Guggenheim, United Nations (NY and Vienna location), Capitol Hill, White House (outside, not in), Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial, Sydney Opera House, London Eye, London Bridge, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace (outside), Westminster Abbey, British Museum, Hofburg Imperial Palace, Schönbrunn Palace and gardens, Stephansdom Cathedral, Vienna Opera House, Austrian Parliament, Karlsplatz, Mauthausen-Gusen concentration camp, Charles Bridge in Prague, Prague Castle, Astronomical clock, Old Town Square in Prague, Danube Promenade, Buda Castle, Hungarian Parliament, Hungarian Opera house, Fisherman’s Bastion, St. Stephen’s Basilica—-I’m going to stop here. This list is far too long already. Geeze. Needless to say, I’m decently traveled.

5) Where do you really, really want to go someday?


6) What you would you like to go back to see again?

I’d like to spend a year in Vienna. I didn’t spend nearly enough time in that beautiful, beautiful city.

Bonus: Have you ever had sex with someone you just met while on vacation? Tell us about it.

I met a lovely, lovely couple in Praha (Prague) at the Karlovy Lazne, the second night I was there. We went to a bar in new town after finding the Lazne a bit overwhelming, and then we went back to their place. Very fun people. Never saw or heard from them again.

Bonus, Bonus: While vacationing, have you ever had sex in a moving car, bus, train, or airplane?

I have given a hand job on a bus at the border cross heading into Slovakia from the Czech Republic.


How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!