ch ch ch changes

i’ve learned a lot this year, some of it surprising and some a long time coming but more than anything i’ve found comfort.

i went from being the girl who never played with toys to being the one with the drawer full who bought a toy for a young virgin friend to celebrate the season.

along the way i’ve learned enormously enlightening things about myself, my sexuality, human sexuality in general, sex itself and male pleasure. i’ve become the repository of sexual knowledge among my friends and am now the person they call when they want advice about toys or gushing or really anything at all.

my walk and my attitude have changed apace.

it seems that missing the part of me connected to my sex drive also affected my femininity or at least my willingness to enhance the female aspects of my appearance. the more comfortable with my sexuality i get the better i dress and the more i’m willing to paint the face or do the hair.

not, for the record, that femaleness is determined by such simple things as mascara or pretty clothing but nonetheless it seems that FOR ME when you aren’t connected to the sex drive you also aren’t connected to the feminine or pretty part of you. i was pretty androgynous and a big fan of the baggy clothing a couple of years ago and it seems that the search for my sex drive and the search for my girly went hand in hand.

this year i took a long term lover that was not also a love partner for the first time in my life and the experience changed me for the better forever; he taught me that embarrassment has no place in the bedroom and that straight talk was the best way to proceed no matter what.

he taught me to say ‘that really doesn’t work for me but i’ll be happy to do that to you…’ or even ‘no, i’m sorry, that squicks me’ and that such sentences do not in any way impinge on an emotional or trust connection with someone.

he helped me find the way to orgasm from intercourse and he taught me that i am, in fact, multi orgasmic (whee!) and he has forever changed what i would look for in a sex partner.  not to mention demonstrating that playing with myself while with a partner would turn one on rather than offend him.

i also found a lover that is also a love partner this year and man oh man is that ever awesome.  funnily enough although the trust and intimacy are far greater the sex is significantly more vanilla.  somehow we are so emotionally attached to each other that fucking turns into making love almost in spite of ourselves.

this is not to say that we don’t play with toys because we do but the toys are almost always used during foreplay or in addition to our regular sex (like butt plugs) and they serve more to enhance than to kinkify.

it’s interesting to me that with a lover i was not attached to we tried the menu of positions but with one to whom i feel a deep emotional connection we’ve stuck to the first page of the book.  this feels like it will change and expand over time but i must confess i would have thought that it would go the other way.

more than anything though i’ve found acceptance.  i accept myself as a sexual being now and have put away a lot of the conditioning imposed on my by the puritan culture in which i was raised.  i no longer feel that liking sex makes me ‘dirty’ or that trying ‘bad’ things makes me a slut.

so what if i want to try ass fucking my man or myself?  so what?  if i like it and it isn’t hurting anyone else then why does that make me ‘bad’?

the answer is that it doesn’t.  but coming to a place of comfort with that took me a very long time and i can’t wait to see what else my newfound acceptance will lead to.

sometimes i think i’ll end up a sex therapist… sometimes i think i’ll end up running a brothel and occasionally i think i might just end up publishing smut or books about human sexuality.

ah what hubris…

this has been one of the best years of my life, i grew in so many ways and you were here to help me and encourage me and masturbate with me.  more than that you, by reading and commenting, helped me accept my own self.

thank you and happy new year to all of you.  may 2008 bring to you a measure of the peace and acceptance i myself have found in 2007 and may the journey continue in it’s wonders for all of us  :)

Sugasm #111

[it seemed like high time I tried this sugasm thing... but i'm not sure i'll continue to do it as i am not sure i want to have to post someone else's stuff once a week. let me know in the comments if you want it.]

December 24th, 2007 by Vixen | Updated: December 24th, 2007

Julie Ordon courtesy of TGP.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #112? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

Fighting The Dominatrix Stereotype
“She wanted a man for a boyfriend, not a doormat.”

From afar
“Say my name, over and over.”

Steely Dan*
“My body is flexed, and held in place, and the onslaught is relentless.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Pic(k) of the Day

Editor’s Choice

A Brief History of (My) Fucking

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Catalina loves the Best of Catalinaloves.com

Dirty
Dirty (A Fantasy)
Dream…?
Following dreams part 2
In-Car Entertainment – EastEnders vs Cake
Kitty
“Life is a bowl full of cherries”
Lines In The Sand
Lunch Date

Raw Pussy
A safe-harbor fuck for the holidays
Skin on Skin
Tingle Belle
“We”….(the final Part)

NSFW Pics & Videos
Cock Size
Defiance

Do whatever you want, but…
Happy Holidays From HotMovies
Julie Ordon

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Fuckingmachines.com
Headshot – Blue Artichoke Films
Interview with Jill Eisenstadt about wedding night sex
Sex Toy Review: Hitachi Magic Wand

Slave Bells Ring, Are You Listening? XXX-Mas Looms.

BDSM & Fetish
Bad Girl II
Blood Red Saturday Night
Control and Letting Go – The Wife
Long Distance Scenes
My Delicious Fetish

Sex Work

Sex Worker Solidarity: Dallas From Babeland

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
All About “Squirting” (Female Ejaculation)
Good Sex Hunting
Lists
One year on
Three Christmas Wishes
Was she turned on?
Yikes, Groupies!

Sex Advice
How to Give a Tantric Lingam Massage

mission

there is something to be said for plain, old, ordinary, vanilla style missionary sex. there is also a lot to be said for animalistic, sweating, hanging from the rafters sex but that’s another post.

my current lover and i are the kind of people who like a little spice in our lives. he thinks it’s hot that i write sex toy reviews (he participates in some of the testing of course) and spread my particular brand of sex around the internet and i think it’s hot that he has a strap-on in his drawer and fantasizes about us fucking each other’s asses.

what makes this funny is that we are still basically having missionary sex. it’s not that we don’t have plans to try other positions, we do. we discuss said plans regularly and, in fact, have nefarious plans for my window sills, my kitchen counters, my car, his desk at work, the back of his couch, several lovely places outdoors around the city and even my tent.

we want to try at least ten different positions to start with and both of us have interest in trying a feeldoe and a strap-on and fucking each other every way from sunday.

and yet? and yet we’re not doing any of those things.

we are lost in the enjoyment of simpler pleasures. more traditional postures if you will.

he likes to lick me until i writhe with pleasure and then watch my face as i come and feel my body as it shudders it’s release into his mouth.

i like to feel his beautiful cock grow in my mouth or my hand until i can hardly believe that it’s real. i like to feel it’s head tease my lips or run itself along my channel. i want it against me as we make out like teenagers, albeit naked.

we like to feel him slide slowly but certainly into me, the extra-wide portion of his diamond shaped penis catching momentarily just inside my entrance before easing on home.

we like to move together, slowly or quickly or jackrabbit fast. pausing and readjusting, mouths occasionally meeting to kiss to the rhythm our hips will fall into. he perched above me on shaking arms or faces buried in each others necks as we tremble and shudder and often come together at least once like lovers out of some romantic tale.

i say ‘at least once’ because he likes to come two to seven times per “penetrative act” before finally collapsing, spent, to lie beside me and pant. it’s not so hard to match him at least once if i get so many kicks at the can.

[i do not mean he has a full arousal cycle two to seven times, i mean that he comes more than once per round of arousal and is what i would describe as multi-orgasmic.]

i think that we like this plain old missionary so much for several reasons; not the least of which is that it’s *fun.* but more than that we are lost in the newness of our feelings for and discovery of each other and i think that being able to look into each other’s eyes while out bodies join is especially important to us.

moreover there are the words. the words that we whisper to each other as we sigh blissfully into each other’s mouths or necks or ears.

it’s as though somehow the simpleness of the act is all that we need right now. we know what we will do someday and we’re quite excited about the myriad possibilities open to us but we know also that we have all the time in the world.

there is an entire menu out there waiting for us and yet? the first item is utterly sublime and so difficult to pass by on the way to the more exotic fare further down the list.

could be worse huh?

bugs

you know how things come up in circles?

like you’re talking about something with one person and then it comes up with that person and that other person and someone totally unconnected and there it is on that blog and…

yeah so that’s been happening lately about this one particular topic that’s been bugging me for a while and i’ve decided to talk about it.

i, in case you don’t know, have herpes.

it was given to me by someone who i choose to believe was unaware and i had been celibate for a few months when it was diagnosed so i’ve never really had any idea who i got it from. i had been relatively kosher with my condom use to that point and had not had a particularly large amount of sex. in fact i would say that i was still in the five partner range and that i really could not have told you who i got it from.

they surmise that it was my second outbreak you see. the first one could have been anytime before that… so yeah. no idea.

anyway i got herpes. a while later i found that i had warts which caused my friend jen to comment that i had the least amount of sex to the hugest amount of bad luck of anyone she’d ever known, and she was right.

so i have now had two (still have one of them) sexually transmitted diseases of unknown origin. if i didn’t know better i would be convinced that i’m a slut. well okay i have tried to be a slut but it didn’t take.

my current lover has had none. lucky fuck. [although an ex had a single type-one (oral) herpes outbreak (on her genitals) early in their relationship.]

he has also had partners more recently than i and entered into our sexual relationship untested. there wasn’t any point testing him for hiv because it hadn’t been three months and really, everything else is curable or i have it already.

not to mention that we use condoms.

but still, i wanted him to get those tests. i wanted him to go to the doctor and get a needle and pee in a jar or whatever men have to do and i wanted his doctor to say ‘no worries mate, you’re clean.’

and he kept promising to do it.

and then not doing it. and i got madder and madder about it and i kept talking about it and finally things came to a head and i told him that i was incredibly upset and that i didn’t feel safe and that i didn’t want to yell but yelling was becoming necessary and that if he hadn’t gotten tested in a very short while i was going to have to stop sleeping with him.

something that i said got his attention (before the mention of no sex by the way) and he started to understand how upset i was and he then decided to deal with it. and he has since been to the doctor (and by since i mean the closest following business day.)

and this brought a lot of stuff surging to the fore in both of our minds.

he admitted that he had been stalling because he didn’t want to go bareback even if i had my period because he was afraid to get me pregnant. i admitted that i was starting to wonder what dread disease or whatever he was hiding from me.

i have to be extra paranoid about std’s you see, herpes exacerbates the risk factors because it creates sores that you can be unaware of. haven’t had such sores myself i think but hey, who can say.

he has to be extra paranoid about kids because i want one. in fact i plan to have at least one pretty soon… have a sperm donor lined up and childcare help to boot. was basically planning to start trying in the spring and then i met him. he’s never been with someone who would have actually had the kid… who wasn’t prepared not to have it.

what’s more interesting to me is the way something (getting an std test) turned into a symbol of something else. a way of protesting a thing that you didn’t even quite realize you weren’t ready for. or a way of projecting past bad luck.

i mean i was almost convinced that he had something dread because he wouldn’t do it. and there i was getting more and more worked up and scared because well, sex play is not safe. even with condoms it just isn’t.

mouths touch, teeth clash, fingernails catch, skin pinches, mucus membranes touch, bodily fluids mix. it’s messy and it isn’t safe or tidy or clean even if you use rubbers.

what’s even neater here is how we actually didn’t lie to each other about it. we talked about what was actually bugging us and then he dealt with the lack of testing problem and we’ve agreed not to shag bareback even if i have my period.

problem solved. well except that i’m a little less horny right now. i think it’s holiday and lack of sleep related but i’m sure the back of my brain std itch isn’t helping.

it bugs me that people in situations like these decide that lying about it is the better way. that maybe making up some spurious excuse or pretending it isn’t a problem or saying you’ll deal and then not or even trying to make it someone else’s problem instead is better than telling the truth.

it bugs me that people consider this a better answer than telling the truth. information is power. knowledge is prevention. honesty is how we keep each other safe.

i wonder sometimes who gave me herpes. i wonder who it was and if he knows now or knew then… and i wonder if he decided not to mention it.

decided that it just didn’t matter. who cares right? i was only a good time girl after all. i wonder i really do.

i choose to believe that they didn’t know.

dream…?

for battery

===

i never have figured out what woke me that fateful morning. perhaps i should even call it a night. either way, i awoke from a sound sleep to see that it was still full dark outside and for a moment i wondered what on earth had possessed me to wake at this hour.

but only for a moment.

i heard a sound from across the small dorm room i shared with my roommate. my gorgeous, tall, totally buff and unfortunately hetero roommate. he fairly oozed sex appeal and seeing him naked every morning was torture of the most exquisite kind. he would leave for hockey practice, giant shoulders straining at the seams of his jacket, huge sack of gear slung on his back and all unsuspecting head out the door of our shared room.

nearly always, unless i was just exhausted, i lay in my bed, eyes slitted open and watching him dress. watching the comfortable cotton slide up his tautly muscled legs was enough to have me making sure there was a lot of… space between my erection and the betraying tent of my sheets.

it was torture, torture of the most painful sort to watch him cover his dark haired beauty with clothing and head out the door every morning. but then, eyes now slitted for a different reason i would beat myself until i gasped and groaned and spurted onto my own chest.

sometimes i waited until i was in the shower, sometimes i didn’t.

this night i heard a sound. a gasp and a stifled groan and the telltale sound of a man pleasuring himself drifted across our shared room and i felt myself spring to an instant standing response.

i rolled over, carrying my sheets with me just enough and i watched him while the light of the security lamps shining outside illuminated him and traced the hollows his muscles made as they flexed.

he was naked, sheets cast aside as his illicit pleasure overrode his worry that i might catch him with his meat in his hand. his thick, dark and oh so stiff meat. his throbbing and twitching and mostly just enormous cock slid through his hands as my own erection moved in sympathy.

he gasped again and his hips twitched on his bed as he played with himself there in my own private peep show while i tried to keep my quickening breath from betraying me to him.

suddenly his other hand, which had been flexing and releasing in the sheets, nearly spasmed and he reached into his bedside drawer. i watched and felt my rising penis begin to strain and twitch as he pulled a giant black dildo from the dresser. mesmerized i followed his hands as they covered the toy in a condom and a lot of lube and he began to tease at his anus.

his face strained as he threw his head back in mingled pleasure and pain and my own small moan of arousal was hidden by his groan as i watched the toy press firmly against his ass. his firm and flexing ass that i longed to hold in my own hands as i fucked him senseless there on the bed.

i could restrain myself no longer and as i watched him slowly but surely slide the enormous cockhead into his straining asshole my own hands slid beneath my sheets to grasp my own well built cock. his other hand had returned to his trembling hardness and mine matched him stroke for stroke. i was dying there, hotter than i had ever been in my life and forced to be utterly still and silent as i watched his abdominal muscles dance and his face contort while he continued working the enormous dildo into his eager ass.

it was obvious that it was eager, his agonized pleasure was clear even in the light streaming in our windows. he gasped and moaned again as the shaft slid home and i could see his penis get even harder if that was at all possible.

it felt like it was winking at me there that enormous shuddering idol as his hand slid in time with mine up and down. his strokes sped and slowed as he fucked himself harder with the silicone cock. he was really driving himself now, sense of place lost as he began to buck and his strokes became shorter and harsher somehow as did my own in sympathy.

i moaned again, louder this time but blessedly lost on his deaf ears as he gave himself to the black shaft sliding in and out of his asshole. i watched his buttocks flex as he thrust himself onto the toy and up into his hand in a motion so fast as to be almost a shadow play there in our darkened room.

he bucked again, once, twice, three times before his anus slammed the enormous dildo to it’s base and his face contorted and he spurted into the sweat gleaming on his naked chest. the drops rested there like pearls in the moonlight as he collapsed to the bed and his face fell into the relaxed and relieved smile of a satisfied male.

i couldn’t stop either as i watched him thrust the giant cock one last time into his anus before slowly sliding it out, millimetre by millimetre it emerged, seeming to grow longer as he panted and winced and then groaned long as the even larger cockhead emerged from his well used ass.

my own orgasm took me then and i bit my pillow to keep from screaming when my balls contracted and i felt the base of my dick pulse and pulse until my sheets were covered with the evidence of his effect on me.

my eyes opened and i looked across the room at him once more. looked to see his gleaming body angled toward me, all of it on display. looked to see his eyes meet mine and a wicked smile begin to spread across his face.

“and to think” he said in his lazy drawl “all this time i imagined you were straight.”

review: phallix diamond swirl

well the lovely folks at libida.com (and phallix) have struck again.

this time with a beautiful gently curving swirled piece of glass called the diamond swirl. oh boy is this thing ever pretty, it’s nearly seven inches long with a flat base and a curved head.

pay attention to the flat base, it comes in handy later.

okay, so really, it’s a beautiful and sparkling piece of glass with swirls in it (though mine is swirled in a quite different pattern than the picture on the site. that said, i suspect they’re all unique) and a gentle curve. the base is about three quarters on an inch wider than the end; the head is a little bit pointy and curves slightly extra.

and that’s really all one can say about something regardless of how pretty it is.

so, i had my partner try it both times and i reached down to play with it a few times to get a feel for it myself. the gentle point makes entry a breeze although you do need to be quite lubricated to use these toys. i recommend wet platinum (no aloe for little old allergic me and works awesome for everyone else) unless you’re a sloppy wench like i am.

and in spite of my sloppiness i lubed it last time… well he did but i wanted him to.

anyway, it slides in easily and it isn’t hard to find an angle that satisfies my g-spot, but then my g-spot is kinda easy. still and all it’s unpredictable and yet perfectly controllable as it slides around in there. pretty much all good.

when it’s sliding around my clit it takes me about three minutes flat to be panting and gasping and thrusting my hips… as long as it’s nicely lubed up. i like the short stroke with it a little turned sideways or turned straight down at the tip… i run the length of it to the first swirl and back along the head. lovely.

and then.

oh my god, and then.

and then i tried it in my bum. and by i, i mean my lover tried it in my bottom. covered it in lube and felt around some and then slid it on in. i think my bottom resisted for about a half a breath and then home it slid. [please don't use your bottom so egregiously if it's never had anything in it before. work your way up slowly. use lots of lube. no, more lube. thank you] this aroused my lover so much that he slapped on a condom and started to fuck me.

seriously, about that fast.

i gasped and thrust and learned the most astonishing thing. it seems that the base of his penis had the nifty property of driving my little glass wonder to it’s base with each thrust. this was accentuated if i tipped my hips just so.

so i did. (like d’uh)

oh my god oh my god oh my god.

the swirls on the shaft of the toy make for delicious little pockets of unpredictability as the lovely thing drives in and out. every time the slightly flared base slid home i gasped with appreciation and you know what else? the wide base felt good all along the underside of his penis as he slid into me.

what’s not to like?

all in all a stellar toy that comes with the badinfluencegirl seal of approval [nine out of ten.] that said, i might like it a touch bigger….

self-love

ETA: UPDATE: figleaf has posted a commentary on this post which is very interesting.  find it here.

===

for some reason i was always one of those girls who believed that masturbating yourself while having sex with a partner was rude.

yes, i get that that’s ridiculous, in fact i’ve gotten that that’s ridiculous for a while now.

i have a lot of things to thank my ex-lover for and a whole bunch of sex without any real emotional attachment is something everyone should try at least once. when you do that you eliminate a lot of the emotional decision making that tends to get tied up with ‘making love’ rather than fucking.

leaving aside the endless argument as to where making love breaks off and fucking starts let me just say that people who make love can most certainly fuck but that unemotional fucking is what i mean here.

when you’re making love you have to be sensitive to your partner’s feelings and you have to try to work your suggestions into the session without being quite as declarative about what you might want. or at least that’s what i used to think.

i thought that right up until i was fucking my ex-lover and he wanted to fuck and i wasn’t feeling really ready yet but i did it anyway and since i didn’t give a fig about him i reached down and i started to masturbate myself.

i did this cautiously because i really did believe that a man would get insulted by a woman helping herself out during sex. yeah, i don’t get what i was thinking either.

his response was, needless to say, not what i expected. he proceeded to get more turned on and say something along the lines of “oh yeah” and then charge forward with every evidence of greater enjoyment.

this was astonishing to me. wait wait wait, you mean if i help myself out that will turn you on???

so i started to do it a little more often with him, not very because he was (and most likely still is) an avid cunnilinguist with a penis that recharges as many as five times a day and so i was usually quite well satisfied without needing to help myself along but nonetheless i did it occasionally.

it’s funny that i ever found it strange since i always (and still do) liked it when a man helped himself during fellatio. in fact it made fellatio more fun for me when they participated… and yet i still thought it was weird.

my current partner is different from my ex lover in several ways. for one he has a penis which is fucking enormous so i pretty much have to be sloppy or shit don’t work right. for another he doesn’t have the power of instant recharge that my former lover did (feel free to suggest ways to train that if you know any) though he is multi orgasmic… but most importantly he is not an emotionless fuck.

or perhaps the term is zipless fuck?

regardless, this is a man with whom i am having (awesome!) sex for certain but over and above that i’m falling for him. don’t worry, the feeling is mutual. anyway i had masturbated in front of him and he had played his penis in front of me and we’ve fucked and we’ve sucked but i had not, as yet, played my own button while we were fucking.

and then came the other day,

i was not there yet when the time for fucking came and i was feeling sulky about my not there yetness so i licked my finger and reached down and started to play.

and lo and behold he got all hot(ter) and bothered(er) and said something like “oh yeah i want to feel you come all over me” which had the lovely effect of getting me hotter still and then there was some excellent positive reinforcement where i masturbated which caused my pelvic floor to throb and he gasped and groaned which forced me to relubricate all over him and yeah.

i started to come and he just kept on fucking me and i just started to come and come and come until i utterly lost track of reality and i was bucking and crying out and he was gasping and groaning and then he came and finally i took my finger off myself and we just kept going like the energizer bunny of orgasms until when all was said and done he had come five (FIVE!) times and i had come the entire time he was coming (five!!) repeatedly.

it may have ended up one of the most sublime sexual experiences of my life and i know that he likened it to a fourteen out of ten so i know he isn’t disagreeing.

in fact he said that he hadn’t come that many times from sex before and i know that i hadn’t come that much from fucking ever and all because i got over myeslf.

instead of sulking about how i hadn’t had a throbbing orgasm yet and my lover wanted to fuck already i just reached down to take care of myself and then?

and then i got to feel my vagina shudder and throb and gush all over my beautiful man as i felt him pulse and shudder within me. those two things have gone together before in my life but i’m not sure they were ever like that.

i mean really, five times?? he’s usually happy with two or three!

review: ez-on condoms and FC female condoms

a wonder that is no longer…

here is mr. big’s review of these condoms:

So my lover has a latex allergy. Normally, this would not be a problem, the Durex Avanti condoms apparently work well for many people. Unfortunately (?), I am used to something more the size of a Magnum XL, and polyurethane, for all its extra sensation is much, much less stretchy.

Looking around in my favourite friendly neighbourhood stores (good for her, Seduction), they had few ideas, except to go visit a drugstore in the gaybourhood that is, apparently, the store that sells the most condoms in
Toronto. There, we found (and tried) the Trojan (supras?) with which we were able to acheive extra teasing amounts of penetration, and they were much better, but still way too small.

Going on-line, badinfluencegirl found Mayer Labs EZ-on. We ordered them from California (and waited an entirely too teasing week), and finally tried them yesterday (and yesterday, and today). I don’t plan to go back. They’re that good.

So if you’re like me, you’re used to the standard condom paradigm. You hold the tip, put it on top of your penis “like a hat”, like an ex-lover used to say, and then roll it down the shaft, with varying degrees of success. Sometimes you put it upside down, which if you then reverse it can lead to pre-cum being on the wrong side, or uncomfortable bending when you try to roll it down. This is a long-winded way of saying that the EZ-on are really easy to put on. You place it on top of the penis, either way up, then you pull the (skirt?) down and it’s folded and lubricated such that it just slides down. (For bonus marks, your lover can help you smooth it down, which helps better then if it was really stretchy like
latex.)

Unfortunately, they might not be making more. badinfluencegirl talked to the nice people at Meyer labs, and they’re selling them off 2 for 1, and they only have one crate left, and that’s it(!?!) [they are now out of stock - big]

This is such a better design than regular condoms. It’s like no longer making kitchens designed with a triangle in mind because they want to use different countertops, like cancelling Star Trek in 1967.

Anyways, write to Meyer Labs, buy the condoms, so my lover and I can continue to have (awesome) sex. :D

*

there’s not much i can add to this except this. companies bow to public pressure, if you want them you gotta ask for them and maybe, just maybe, they’ll make more.

that being said, the nice man from mayer labs also sent me a couple of FC female condoms to try and we tried them one night when mr. big wasn’t quite up to the task but we still wanted to fuck.

it was one of those nights where if you didn’t have to stop and insert his phallus into a condom things would work but the condom was taking entirely too long and he kept going half hard.

so eventually we went ‘hey don’t we have these other thingies to try?’ and we both made a face and decided what the fuck and tried them. eventually i figured out the trick of it and stuck it in.

kind of like a diaphragm with less firmness to the ring and in he slid and off he went and oh my god.

suddenly we were sorry that we had ordered a fuckton of the ez-on because man-oh-man are these things awesome! we weren’t that sorry because the ez-on are something like a buck each and the FC’s are in the neighbourhood of three dollars apiece and except for the (rare!) nights when mr. big is flagging a little the ez-on work just fine.

and by just fine i mean fucking awesome.

and by fucking awesome i mean i can feel all the little pulses when he’s coming and that has been true of no latex i have ever tried. the ez-on with lube added is one of the nicest sexual experiences you can have short of bareback.

the FC are even better but significantly pricier so i would say to use them when you need something like them and otherwise stick to the traditional version.

hey mayer labs, make more ez-on style condoms regardless, it’s revolutionary and awesome and should be promoted!

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