More is.. less?

December 8th, 2008

I was reading Betty’s post about a little alone time and she posted a picture of all the implements she used. There were a handful of items, some different toys. And it got me to thinking. I guess I’ve always been a “less is more” girl when it came to masturbation, and I generally only use one or two toys – lube aside.  I’ll use my hands and a rabbit or another vibe. I’ll stick to one dildo or just my hands. Granted, I’m not one who has marathon masturbation session,s but I couldn’t help butwonderg, are most people like me?

When masturbating, do you typically use a toy or two (including hands) or more? What makes it better?

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I Am a Word Whore

December 7th, 2008

My husband and I met online. We had a lot of very satisfying rounds of cybersex. By that point, I was fairly experienced in talking dirty online and I knew what I want. He definitely did the job – and then some! – and I was happy to finally have a partner who consistently performed well.

Since amrrying and moving in together, we have obviously not had the chance to participate in such arousing activities and I have missed it.Words do so much for me and physical sex does not provide as much opportunity to use words as does cyber or phone sex. I found myself not being worked into the frenzy I had once known and my desire did seem to lessen a little.

Currently, my husband is away for business reasons. Left to my own devices, I feel as though I have rediscovered my sexuality. I’ve been playing with toys a lot, not just because I have many to review but because I find myself more aroused. I am feeling that desire deep within my body that I have no felt for ages. What’s more is I have been able to funnel this desire in my husband’s direction. I’m not simply masturbating and fantasizing. Rather, I am fantasizing about him and being with him.

In an unsually naughty mood last night, we exchanged sultry texts about how much we missed and wanted one another and what we would do when we are together again. I felt my heart beating faster. I grew wetter and more aroused as he described how hard his cock was for me. Though, I was in a better position to relieve my sexual tension and I quickly broke out a new toy and fucked myself with it roughly. Until I came.

I felt so renwed sexually. And almost relieved that my husband could still bring out these feelings in myself. I hadn’t before realized how much my libido might have been suffering from a lack of words. And then is when I realized it: I am a word whore. I would much rather have satisfying cyber sex than mediocre intercourse for the rest of my life. If someone can paint a picture with their words, I am more than willing to suspend disbelief and imagine myself into a place where we are both breathing heavily, sweating and grinding against eachother.

Perhaps using these words is easier when you’re on the other end of a computer but I have been to that place again and I do not want to go back. So I will make it my mission to use more words, during sex and all the time so that I can get into that sexual frenzy and the pounding of his hard cock will be what releases me.

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Make love to your long distance lover online

Whatever happened to relaxing vacations?

December 3rd, 2008

My time back “home” went fast and was packed with excitement. Stepping on the plane this morning, I was exhausted both emotionally and physixcally and ready to come back to my cat. I arrived home to a package I knew had arrived and another which was something of a surprise. I had alreayd left without finishing my review for the Rock Chick and now I have a handful other items including the Passion Wave Vibrator and my first glass dildo (actually, it’s my first dildo ever)! Wow!

I am super excited to try it but definitely am too tired today. Why am I not sleeping yet?!

Anyway, as I struggled opening my boxes and waded through pounds of packing material – styrofoam and bubble wrap – it got me thinking. Styrofoam as a packing material really bugs me. Bubble wrap is better but a lot of things come in boxes which are just so large. I think bag type shipping containers save a lot of waste but they don’t work well for everything.

Am I the only one who is bothered by oversized boxes and tons of foam? Do your care about your packing materials and containers? Does it affect your shopping habits at all? What would you prefer?

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Read This!

November 21st, 2008

I wrote 2 reviews today: 1 for Wet Light and 1 for Silicone Cock Rings so check them out.

Also, I’ve been diligently “working” with Rock Chick for review purposes only. 😉

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Rock My World

November 20th, 2008

Someone knocked today. I ran into the bedroom because I was wearing just a long t-shirt which I had slept in. My husband got the door, and I heard a man ask if the was the Ravenlust household. Affirmation given, the man handed over a package and I was rushing into the living room before my husband had time to call my name. I knew what it was.

I am now a proud own of Rock Chick thanks to GoodVibes. I have lusted over this little purple vibe for, literally, years and now it is finally mine!

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Moody Blues

November 17th, 2008

Sex, like everything else for me, has a lot to do with my mood and how I feel. It’s the same when I order food from a restaurant or choose what to wear or even when to check the mail. I have to feel like it’s a good time. The downside to this is things like choosing when to check the mail have fewer factors and there is much less preventing me from feeling like it’s a good time.

On the other side, being in the mood for sex seems to rely on so many factors. Do I feel physically okay? Perhaps my heard hurts or I have a full stomach because I just ate. Maybe my jaw hurts so oral sex it out of the question. Do I feel sexually appealing? Do I feel clean? Have I recently used the bathroom? Is my partner appealing to me at the moment? Does he seem clean? Do I have enough time? Is there something else I could be doing? Do I even want to put forth the energy?

I know that, in reality, there is no perfect time to have sex. I accept that. Still, I have such a hard time makingthe effort if things aren’t as close to perfect as possible. On another post, someone said “Sometimes you just have to realise that when your hair is sticking up and you’re wearing ‘laundry day underwear’ you can still have the most amazing orgasm!” but that simply is not true for me. These factors always feel so significant to me and, once I think about them, I am no longer in the mood to have sex.

It’s frustrating that we do not have sex as often or spontaneously as I think either of us would like. Time is definitely not on our side either. So why is it that I have such a hard time not being able to accept the reality of things? I’ve always been disappointed by the little letdowns and it seems this is no exception. How do I change it?

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Together

November 15th, 2008

We fit together like puzzle pieces, my hip curving into the small of your back, as I lay next to you pondering the ever elusive sleep.

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