Wednesday, 28 February 2018

Book Review : Named and Shamed

Anybody who's been reading my blog recently knows I'm having a moment with erotica in fairy tales, and I have tried my hand at modernising and sexing up some of our more traditional tales (back off Disney, there's nothing for you here!)

Imagine my delight when someone tweeted about this book!  I downloaded a sample, loved how it gave me the fanny gallops, so I bought the novel, and here's what I thought of it!

Named & Shamed

A dark and dirty erotic fairy tale by Janine Ashbless

Meet Tansy, a feisty redhead who’s not ashamed to use her sex appeal in the fight against creatures from fairy tales - or Them There as it’s safer to call the non-humans in this re-imagining of our modern day world overrun with creatures from folk stories.

In daylight hours humans can go about their normal business to a great extent, but after dark, the magical folk have the power - it’s a worldwide problem.  Tansy works for a government agency and uses her womanly wiles (OK - her sweet pussy and the rest of her booming body) to gather secrets and information to help overthrow the Fairies.

In a tricky situation, where she’s endangered another person’s life, Tansy is forced to collaborate with one of Them There, the deal appears to be to giving her body over to a fabulous sexual experience.  However, the price she pays is far higher, her libido is enchanted so she literally can’t get enough!  What follows is a total orgy of experiences, many of which I found very erotic and illicit.  Tansy learns there’s only one way to lift the curse, so begin on her travels with her bi-sexual bestie and her well-hung boyfriend!

I hesitate to ‘yuck somebody else’s yum’ but the second half of the book left me less impressed.  This is mostly because Tansy craves ever more depraved acts which feed her desire for humiliation, which isn’t my ‘thing’.  As a whole the book is hot, absolutely drenched in all kinds of sexual antics and fetishes.  The author’s twist on fairy tale folk in a modern world is clever.   The writing style is great and the story-line is original.  The critical deciding factor for reading enjoyment is whether the sexual content appeals to you.

Monday, 26 February 2018

Shiver me Timbers (and a bottle of rum!)

Part 1  and  Part 2 of this story can be found here, or this story can stand alone.

As she lay under him, Lavinia tried to take stock of what’d happened, earlier that day she’d been a girl disguised as a boy, scrubbing the deck for a pittance of pay, now she’d become a woman, but what kind? She’d her lost maidenhead to a lawless pirate, and she’d liked it!  He rolled off her, to the side and she gasped, able to take deep breaths again, she noticed a soreness at the cleft of her legs yet she felt more alive than ever before.

She watched him intently, his long hair was loose and his face and neck tanned, a pulse throbbed in his throat, in time with the thud of her heart.  Suddenly she was aware of his dark eyes on her and a flush of embarrassment heated her face.

“So, little rabbit… Vinny, what next?”

She did indeed feel like a rabbit, trembling with anticipation and fear. What if he killed her now?  Or worse still, he left her behind?  She bit her lip and waited, watching his face.

“Did you like what we just did?  Me loving you?” his gowling voice was tinged with tenderness, Lavinia nodded, her flush deepening.

“Would you like more? I can show you many ways we can pleasure each other, we could …” but he didn’t finish that thought, instead cocking his head like a robin, he stilled to listen.

“I smell smoke!” he exclaimed, “they’re burning the ship!” so saying, he leaped off the bed and ran to the door, poking his head outside where the clamour of fighting and the smell of burning was unmistakable.

Lavinia clutched her clothes around herself, pulling her overshirt  together while tucking it into her breeches she pulled the belt tight.  The pirate, meanwhile, grabbed a bottle of rum and a few of the captain’s personal effects before gripping her by the shoulders harshly, staring into her eyes.

“Do you want to come?  I’ll have to keep you hidden. It’s a hard life, but damned if I’m leaving my little rabbit behind, not when I’ve so much to teach you!”

“Take me with you!” she gasped, already she smouldered from within at the thought of lying with him again and learning the ways of the flesh.  If it was wrong, she didn’t want to be right.

“Stay still and quiet!” he ordered as he pressed her down to the floor, onto a woven rug with an intricate pattern.  Lavinia’s pirate rolled her deftly in the rug, before tossing water from the washstand over it and slinging her over his shoulder.   

He made his way quickly above deck where the roar of flames was louder still and was met by shouted questions and orders to the remainder of the crew.  Lavinia could see nothing but she felt herself flung and caught with a muffled grunt, before she was hoisted onto a shoulder again.  She heard her pirate boasting about the rum and brass trinkets he’d lifted from the conquered ship’s captain.  There was a muffled cheer and she felt jolts as some of his crew patted his back, then the motion of footsteps as he travelled below deck with his precious cargo.

He shut the door to his quarters before putting the rug on the floor and unrolling it to release her, while Lavinia blinked at the sudden light and tried giddily to take in her surroundings.  The pirate’s cabin was pokey, but private.  He had a narrow cot bed and, like most sailors, a large trunk.  From this he pulled garments and pushed them under the mattress.

“Hide in here if you hear anyone coming, the floorboards outside squeak so you must listen for it.  Nobody can know you’re here, otherwise you’ll be in danger whenever I leave the cabin to be on deck.”  He took her chin and fixed her with his expressive eyes.  “You’re my little rabbit and I won’t share you with the scurvy knaves on board this ship.”  He bent to press his lips to hers briefly, then was at the door.  “I’ll bring you food presently.”  His eyes swept over her, his gaze hot, then he was gone.

Lavinia sank onto the narrow bed, her knees weak.  She felt feverish with excitement and delayed shock.  Her old life was gone, this was her life now, the plaything of a savage pirate, waiting for him all day, but the nights … she shuddered in anticipation of experiencing those delicious emotions and sensations again!  Was he so savage really?  He’d been tender where he could, she guessed from the grunts and moans she’d heard at her parent’s home that coupling could be uncomfortable.  

She was reminded her of her own discomfort, so she moved to the tiny washstand and soaked a cloth to bathe her cunny.  Lowering her breeks she noticed blood smeared on her thighs so she gently washed it away, the cool water soothing, yet awaking new tingles in her puffed lips.  She began to touch herself the way her pirate had ‘til she felt a-tremble, getting giddy again.  Abandoning the wash cloth Lavinia settled on the bed with her legs spread and gently stroked her outer lips which were covered with soft downy hair.  The tingles radiated out from where she touched, her fingers playing over sensitive flesh sending flashes of excitement around her body.  

Lavinia allowed her digits to dip lower, encountering smooth skin, but with a silky wetness, and such warmth! She pressed with fingers till the lips gave way and her finger sank into the depths of her cunny.  Oh!  Vinny’s mouth made an expression of surprise as she encountered no resistance at all, her finger sliding deep into the heated confines of her quim.  She sighed with delight, it felt nearly as good as before, so she used her finger to slide in and out, slipping and dipping, while waves of pleasure fanned out from her core. Wetness built and ran run out of her, just as before, the tops of her thighs glistened with her juices.

Lavinia was oblivious to the noises of the crew above deck, the gulls which circled the ship and the dip and roll of the vessel on the salty waves.  All she knew or cared about was the tune she was playing on her own instrument, plucking and strumming, building up to a glorious crescendo.  Her head fell back and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut as the climax of her teasing broke over her with its familiar rainbow colours.  Her cunny throbbed so she pressed her legs together, trapping her hand and stilling it, to better luxuriate in the pulses that she’d drawn out of herself.

Her body feeling bone tired, Lavinia drew up her knees, curling into a ball to sleep, before remembering she needed to stay hidden.  She dragged a blanket over to the trunk;  wrapping it around herself, she climbed inside to sleep until her pirate came back for her.

Sunday, 25 February 2018

Knocking Boots


Now you don't need that money
When you look like that, do ya honey?
Big black boots
Long blonde hair
She's so sweet
With her get back stare

Are you Gonna be my Girl?
by Jet

Saturday, 24 February 2018

Still Sharing! #SoSS Is Here Again!

Dark Darlings hello!  What a treat I have for you this week #SoSS means I am sharing some blog posts which I have loved this week

Alun norley A sexy adventure in a rented room

Cara Thereon : Erotica with a touch of supernatural  The Traveller
& She's also put some great erotic fiction on the Godemiche site

Down the bunny rabbit hole is 'guesting' Poppy Goodhead on their blog with The Wedding Present

Cousin Pons tells a short tale set in the past

An opinion piece that I heartily agree with from The Swing Shift

... And introducing you to Sarah Smith a blogger who was new to me only a few weeks ago, since then she has continued to impress me so I asked her to do my interview slot, now you guys can get to know her too.

  • What made you decide to write a sex blog?

I’ve been a huge fan of romance novels and romance writing my entire life. I’ve written a couple of contemporary romance manuscripts, and it’s the most fun I’ve ever had writing. I wanted to mix a bit of erotica with romance storylines, and I figured a blog would be a good format to experiment with that. So far the response has been wonderful! People have been visiting my blog, reading the posts, and leaving such kind comments. It’s been a lovely surprise.

  • What’s behind the title of your blog or your blogging “name”?

Haha well, I was kicking around a handful of blog names and couldn’t decide. I left it up to a Twitter poll. “Sarah Writes Smut” was the winner, so I just went with it. And I blog under my real name, so no creative thought required there!

  • Describe your blog in a nutshell:

My blog is made up of sexy short stories (less than 10,000 words) and flash fiction (less than 1,000 words). Everything is completely made up, unless stated otherwise. It’s the perfect quick and sexy read when you’re in the mood for some smut.

  • How long have you been blogging on this theme?

Not long, just since January. Though I’ve been writing romance for the past couple of years.

  • What is your favourite type of adult toy?

Oh gosh, I’m so boring. I have a pretty basic pink vibrator that I break out every once in awhile.
(Well I hope it's made of a body-safe material like silicone!)

  • If you were sent to a desert island (with no power issues) name the 1 adult toy you’d take with you:

Oh wow, great question! I am a sex toy noob though, so my knowledge of them is pretty pitiful! So I think what I would do is ask you to recommend your favorite one and that’s the one I would take with me ;)

What’s your current sexuality?  At what age did you realise this was the right ‘fit’ for you?

I’ve always identified as a heterosexual woman and feel very comfortable with that. I noticed that I was attracted to boys when I was about 9 years old, I’d say. I never had a realization moment about it after that though...being attracted to men just always felt natural to me. And I never thought to stray from that feeling because I have always felt satisfied and happy with men.
  • What’s your preference - naked or “dressed up” for sex?  If dressed up, how so?

Definitely naked. It makes things much easier ;) But if I had to be dressed up, I’d say naked save for panties. I’ve always liked the idea of a dude being so taken with you that he can’t wait and must have you now, so he just shoves aside the crotch of your panties and goes at it.

  • Is there a kink or fantasy you’re yearning to try?

Hmm...maybe this isn’t necessarily a kink or a fantasy, but I would be curious to see how I would fare in a sex challenge. Like, a challenge where you have sex with your partner every day for like a month or something like that. Just to see if we would get sick of it or if it would make me even feistier than normal. Guess there’s only one way to find out!

  • Name the fictional being or species you’d most like to have an encounter with:

Okay, so I don’t know if this counts, but I would TOTALLY love to have an encounter with Brandon Sullivan, Michael Fassbender’s character in the movie “Shame.” I know, I know, I’m a terrible person for thinking this because that character is quite disturbed
and unwell and clearly in need of counseling...but at the same time something about him is incredibly attractive to me. And he obviously fucks like a demon--unless he has emotional feelings for someone. But that wouldn’t be a problem because I figure I would just be a rando he’s using to get off. Which would be totally fine with me!

  • Anal sex - Meh or Yay?

I’ve never tried it and don’t have any interest honestly. So a hard nay from me!

  • Sex needn’t always be serious - do you have a funny moment to share?

Yes! My husband and I have a cat and he’s adorable, but my god is he ever the cockblocker. There have been many times when my husband and I are getting down to business, and the cat has jumped on our bed or on top of one of us mid-coitus. Like, he will be sleeping on the couch or a chair for hours, and the moment we get up to messing around, he’s up and wants attention. It can be quite the mood killer. So now we’re diligent about making sure the door is closed AND latched when we want some alone time!

  • Sexting - love it or hate it?

Love it! But I’ve only ever done it in a committed relationship with someone I trust. I would never feel comfortable doing it with a stranger or someone I don’t know well.

  • Which mainstream film depicts your favourite erotic scene?

Blue Valentine.” That was such an emotionally charged movie and I’ve only watched it once because it was just so believably painful in so many parts. There’s a flashback in the movie where you see Dean and Cindy when they’re younger and Dean is going down on Cindy. It happens toward the end of the movie, I think, when you’re witnessing how horribly everything unfolds between them. But in that moment you see how very sweet and loving things used to be for them. I adore that scene because it shows how in love they are. It’s showcasing Cindy’s pleasure, and also Dean’s in a way. It clearly makes him happy to please her and he’s prioritizing her physical pleasure before his own, which I think is an important thing that’s not often highlighted in movies.

  • Do you watch porn?  

Here I go again being super vanilla, but no, I don’t. I’ve watched it before and I just can’t get into it. I honestly prefer to read something, as strange as that may sound. Believe it or not, I’ve had great luck with the Sex Stories subreddit of Reddit! You have to do some digging, but you can find some captivating, well-written true life accounts on there that are super hot and very enjoyable.

  • Nominate your favourite adult film:

I’ve never seen one that I like! Is it cheating to list a regular movie that just has a ton of sex in it? The movie “Love” by Gaspar Noe is insane with the amount of sex it includes. My jaw was on the floor most of the time while I watched it, it looked so real to me.

  • Before you go, please tell us 1 adult blog (aside from yours) which we must add to our reading list:

Stefanie Simpson’s blog Short and Dirty is amazing. She is such a gifted author who paints the perfect romantic and erotic scenarios in her blog stories. She’s not afraid to get down and dirty while at the same time keeping emotion and romance at the forefront. You’re sucked right in from the first sentence.
Also, her contemporary British romance novels are the absolute best. I would recommend them to any romance or smut lover!

Thank you so much for sharing your more ‘private’ side with me and my Dark Darlings!  

Guys! you can catch up with Sarah on Twitter @teamechavarre or at her blog

Friday, 23 February 2018

Shiver me Timbers (a little more!)

If you want to see how this story began, on a #WickedWednesday, start here.

Lavinia knew how sex worked, she’d lived in a tiny cramped cottage with her family and witnessed her parents couplings at night, under cover of darkness.  She’d also heard plenty of bawdy talk since joining the crew of the Swallow; the cursing and boasting never stopped and she saw the sailors’ tackle when they used chamber pots below deck.  However she began to think none of this had prepared her when she saw the size of the rising bulge in the pirate’s breeches.

The heat from his body and its manly smell, sweat mingled with something else she couldn’t define, spoke to her, drawing her to him.  His rough hands explored her naked flesh, waking sensations she’d never felt the like of before.  He petted and pinched the bouncing flesh of her bubbies and Lavinia luxuriated in the sensations like a warm bath.  One of his hands dropped to her hip before reaching round behind her to cup her buttock firmly, squeezing and massaging, his fingers skimmed underneath to tickle her, teasing the fine hair before brushing through to her sensitive cunny lips.

A sigh escaped her and the pirate’s lips quirked with amusement.  Lavinia’s eyes fixed on his face with trust and fascination, she was a doll to be played with, and the game had only just begun.  His strong, warm hand remained grasping her buttock while his other released her breast and began smoothing and stroking at the the cleft between her legs.  She sighed again, languid yet yearning for his touches.  He used his boot to nudge her feet wider apart and proceeded to grip her with his large hand, sliding a finger inside her.

O the thrill!  It felt so wickedly good!  And yet so strange, her body hummed with delight whilst his finger (or was it more than one?) slid in and out of her.  She groaned, amazed at how thrilling it felt, how slippery she was becoming.  Lavinia kept looking at the pirate, watching his face, losing herself in the depths of his hot, dark eyes.  She bit her lip to keep from moaning and panting, not wanting to behave like a farmyard animal, but she didn’t feel like herself at all!

“Is this your first time Vinny?” his voice was a deep rumble, mesmerising her.  “Your pussy is very tight.”

She looked at him mutely, he continued to plunder her depths with flirm fingers, stroking and drawing nectar from her honey pot.  She didn’t want him to stop, without a doubt she wanted more, so she reached out with a work-worn hand to brush fingers across the the bulge in his breeks.

His eyes burned brighter, and he chuckled, “not such a scared rabbit are you?” before gathering her into a crushing embrace, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her.  Their tongues massaged one another in a snake-like dance.  Lavinia felt her head might explode, it whirled so fast with a confusion of emotions and sensations.   Something was rushing up within her fast, a blur of heat and exhilaration till suddenly she felt a throbbing and pulsing in her quim that she’d never known before.  Her hips thrust into the pirate’s hand and she moaned against his mouth while warmth and wetness rose within her and tracked the tops of her thighs.

“That’s right,  little rabbit, spend!  Cum for me, it’ll make losing your maidenhead so much sweeter.”  So saying the pirate pressed her shoulders back till she sank onto the bed, letting her legs spread apart while he knelt between them, deftly undoing his breeches.

Through her haze of joy Lavinia watched his cock spring free, firm and thick, purple at its tip yet larger than she’d expected.  The pirate rubbed it, spreading her juices over its helmet and length with practised, smooth strokes.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, fixing her with a gaze that brooked no argument, “like I just touched you.”

So Lavinia tentatively drew her fingers through folds of flesh, which now felt puffy, moist and unfamiliar to her.  A little nub of flesh at the top of her cleft felt extra sensitive to her exploring hands, so she let her fingers roam through her warm wetness, from front to back, before creeping up again to touch and tease it, feeling the powerful shocks of sexual charge each time she rubbed that little bud.

The pirate watched her, delighting in the motion of Vinny’s fingers strumming her own quim while watching the waves of pleasure crossing her face.  All thought of the battle on deck above them was wiped from his mind; who won, who lost was immaterial to him.  All he cared about was taking this wench right now, ploughing her virgin depths, feeling her sweet flesh pressed up against him, his balls against her pert buttocks while her dainty mouth gasped in delight because he’d made her spend again.

“Get ready little rabbit, I’m coming aboard!” the pirate warned, holding the head of his cock at her entrance and running it through her delightfully moist lips.  Lavinia lifted her hips a little, straining to welcome him, so he began to press his way in.  She moaned and whimpered, her hips still moving but her face registering pain.  He reached for her titties, tweaking and rolling her nipples between finger and thumb until she was biting her lip and arching her back, then he pressed his advantage, driving his shaft deep.  Lavinia moaned.  Despite enjoying the warmth and tightness of her virginity, he’d been at sea many months and now the drought was over he intended to get himself good and wet!

Lavinia felt pain in the first thrust, which put an end to her maidenhead, but soon she was climbing to new peaks of emotion and pleasure as the pirate moved between her thighs, almost overriding the ache of having her legs spread so wide.  His pounding and driving built up speed.  The friction of his cock within her heated and excited Lavinia in ways she’d never experienced.  She had nothing to compare it with, but it felt like running a race and winning a prize at the same time. It felt like the sun was on her face and she’d learned to fly! All of a sudden coloured lights burst behind her eyes while sparks of something wonderful washed over her, as the pirate collapsed, his weight pressing her into the feathery mattress.

If you're curious what happens next ... read on.

Tuesday, 20 February 2018

Shiver me Timbers

It’s considered unlucky to have a woman on board ship, so Lavinia was desperate that her true identity wasn’t discovered.  Her baggy clothes were just as filthy as the other sailors while her hair was cut to shoulder length, tied back with a leather thong and hidden under a saggy woolen hat which she wore low on her brow.

Most of her time on the voyage she’d been swabbing decks and polishing the brass work.  She had taken her brother’s place in the crew of the Swallow when he’d been run down by a waggon and horses, leaving their mother with mouths to feed but no income.  Lavinia barely spoke, responding mutely to orders, she kept her head down and retired to her bunk as early as possible every night.  Lord! But the work was hard, her hands were raw from scrubbing and the bitter wind.

“Ship ahoy” a voice drifted down from the crow’s nest and every pair of eyes swiveled towards the horizon;  the shape of a sailing vessel was heading in their direction.  Unless the other craft was also from England, this meant trouble, so the crew hustled to load the cannons and arm themselves with pistols or knives.  Lavinia had no clue about fighting or defending herself, but a member of the crew pressed  her into helping press the powder down into the cannon.  

The other ship was bearing down fast, the wind behind them;  Already its crew could be seen poised on deck, looking menacing and ready to surge the moment the Swallow came within reach.  Her mouth was dry with fear and her heart pounded but she focused on the task and held her hands over her ears when the fuse was lit and the canon blasted out a lead ball, which hit the water in front of the pirate ship causing no damage at all or impeding its onslaught.

Within minutes the other ship crashed into the side of the Swallow, impact making the timbers of the ship groan and several sailors, including Lavinia, fell over.  The sailors began to roar and yell, engaging the pirate crew from the other ship in hand to hand combat as they swarmed onto the Swallow.  They hung from the rigging, knives clutched between their teeth before dropping on the deck to grapple with the rival sailors.  Shots were fired, cutlasses clashed; Lavinia made plans to get out of sight, seeking a route below deck.  She saw her moment and dashed, ducking behind a mast she stumbled over a man, dead or dying - she couldn’t tell but his eyes were wide open - his throat a gaping slash of bloodied flesh.

Lavinia half sobbed, half gagged, stumbling through the hatch and down the ladder.  Hastening along the lower decks with their swinging lanterns she had no clue where to hide.  Heart thundering and legs like jelly, she cast around for a tiny cupboard to lock herself into.  A huge paw grabbed her from behind and pulled her hard against a chest of iron, whose owner gripped her tightly, a knife blade grazing her neck.

“Captain’s cabin,” a deep voice growled menacingly and she felt a knot of fear tighten in her belly.  She pointed in the direction of the Captain’s quarters, but he grunted.  “Show me,” and released his hold on her so she moved ahead, leading the way.  Swinging the door open she surveyed the room with awe, the Captain was surrounded with style and comfort, no slung hammock for him! 
The pirate set about searching the maps and paperwork on the Captain’s desk, pulling out drawers and dumping their contents on its surface.  His frustration increased when he didn’t find anything of value, he was grunting and growling, not watching Lavinia who’d begun to edge away.

“Where the fuck is the gold?” his deep voice rising with escalating anger, he crashed his large fists down on the littered surface, then spun round and fixed her with a penetrating stare, his dark brown eyes flashing with emotion.  Lavinia froze, suddenly feeling a strange spasm between her legs and a flush flooding up her throat, the power emanating from this man made her oddly lightheaded.

“You!  Boy!  Help me search for it.”  He crossed to her in two large strides and grabbed the back of her neck, inadvertently dragging the wool beanie off her head.  He searched her face curiously.  “What’s your name?”

Lavinia panicked, she tried to make her voice deep and husky as she responded “Vinny”.

He looked at her puzzled.  “How long you been sailing?”

“4 months,” she kept her answers short, not trusting her voice to pass as male.

He studied her more closely then pulled his knife from the broad leather belt at his waist, he trailed it slowly up the front of her chest while Lavinia stood rigid and terrified, yet strangely thrilled at his close attention to her.  He gripped the front of her filthy shirt and yanked it apart, making Lavinia yelp with shock.  Her chest was wrapped around several times with a length of unbleached calico, a trick she’d devised to disguise her breasts.  The pirate used his knife to cut through the fabric and when her twin orbs sprang free his expression became one of lust. 

“I knew my cock wouldn’t steer me wrong!” he leered at the dainty tips of her nipples which his knife had exposed.  “You’re a wench!”  With a kick to the door of the cabin he began to advance on Lavinia, making her back up in the direction of the Captain’s bed.

Lavinia’s head told her to be afraid, this man was savage and lawless and she’d never lain with a man, but there was a heat between her legs which made her want to!

He bent his dark head to her rosebud nipples and licked and suckled at them til sensations spiralled out of them and down to her cunny in a burning trail, making Lavinia gasp with delight.  As he teased her aureola he grasped the buckle of the belt which fastened her oversized trousers and they dropped to the floor, revealing her her legs, stomach and mons to the gaze of a man for the very first time.   A pulse thudded between her legs and Lavinia realised she felt excited rather than shy.

[Continued here and here]

Toybox Tuesday ~ A Handheld Bullet Vibe

Hey guys, it’s Vampy Valentine!

So Posy won a toy in Candy’s Christmas Giveaway and gave it to me to test out.  It was a Rocks Off Joycicles bullet vibrator in Shimmer (the purple one).  It is a long teardrop shape - think icicle spreading to a more bulbous handle, where the speed button is located.
Batteries were included which is always a plus for me.  The packaging was really pretty too - both it and the toy have a christmas decoration vibe!

At first I was a bit skeptical as I didn’t really see the point in bullet vibrators but I really enjoyed playing with this!

So first, I really love the colours and the way it looks! It's aesthetically pleasing to me 😍 and well, if something looks cute, I'll feel cute!

Second, holy cheese balls! I loved the 10 different speeds and patterns so I could easily play around (ha! Get it?) Again I loved the more powerful speeds (there are 3) and the intense patterns. As there's only one button it's nice and easy to scroll through to change the speeds.

Third, it's waterproof so you can take this little life saver for play in the shower, bath, rain or heck even the pool!  (Ha Ha!  - the latter's probably not a very good idea unless you have your own, for privacy!)

Fourth, I really enjoyed the Joycicles Shimmer bullet vibrator as it's so versatile - you can play any way you like with it:  have it pinpointed on your clit, use it laid along your slit, you could even pop it inside you to enjoy the vibes if you fancied it, although it's insertable length is fairly small.  This however is an advantage for those new to sex toys or if you like one small enough to carry in your handbag.

This is definitely one to keep close to hand!!

Monday, 19 February 2018

This March I'll be will be participating in Eroticon. Initial thought was I'd be too much of a newbie to attend (I've only been sex blogging for just over a year), but then I read Candy's write-up of how useful the various workshops were and how inspired she felt. I thought it over, already the twitter community has helped me grow with suggestions about meme participation and listings, so I decided - I've gotta do this!

NAME (and Twitter if you have one)
Posy Churchgate @posychurchgate (Twitter)
What are you most looking forward to about Eroticon 2018?
All of it!! Maybe a bias to the social side!  I can't wait to meet several people whose blogs I am a fan of, who already feel like friends because of the tweets we share, so putting a face to their on-line 'voice' will be great.  But - I am looking forward to learning ways to improve doing what I love, with high hopes of generating an income from it (so shall be taking notes like a swat!)
We are creating a play list of songs for the Friday Night Meet and Greet. Nominate one song that you would like us to add to the play list and tell us why you picked that song
High Voltage by Electric Six.  
It's a quirky one, but an anthem which celebrates powerful sexual urges and attraction, something I often strive to convey in the erotica I write.  I suggest it could be the 'walk on' music for many of the fabulous, larger than life bloggers I've interviewed  within our community - you know who you are!  And finally because the video is so kitsch and OTT!
An alternative tune would be Filthy/Gorgeous by Scissor Sisters.  Shameless words about loving yourself, whatever your life choices and a live-wire of a video!
What’s the first career you dreamed of having as a kid?
Writer - I always dreamed of being an author or journalist, and still do!  I'm the child of a writer/reviewer so it seemed quite possible!  I had a toy typewriter, I filled little books with half finished stories (which I illustrated). I wrote a school play and a magazine published my poetry.  I learned typing and shorthand, went to creative writing classes then I started a blog, discovered erotic short stories ... and here I am!
Weirdest place you’ve ever gotten up to mischief (define ‘mischief’ however you like…)
Most of my mischief took place in the backseats of cars, and a van lined with blankets.
Tell us two truths and a lie about yourself
I have appeared naked on television 
I'm trained in reiki
I have a photographic memory
Complete the sentence: I want..
everyone I love to have good health and great friends.

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Saturday, 17 February 2018

#SoSS - Sharing the work of Bloggers who've Brightened my Week!

Good Morning!
It's a sunny Saturday morning (where I live!) and I am ready once again for some blogger caring and sharing!

Jerusalem Mortimer shares some spicy erotica
icing-1/ Twitter: @JaimeMortimer

A shot of Erotica breaks his creative drought with this outdoor quickie Twitter: @A_M_Harding

Twitter: @TitsandTestTube

A blindfold and the promise of a bite from Twitter: @Livvy_Libertine

Also this week I decided to write something for the #FlashFriday meme.  When I'd tried once before I couldn't keep to the wordcount of under 500, so this post by Malin James  really helped me.

I also found this post from the Smutlancer (our own @KaylaLords) interesting and I hope to learn more on similar topics at Eroticon in March!  Squeee!

My Interviewee answering questions from 'the comfy chair' today is Indigo Byrd who blogs under the lovely name of Midnight-atthe-Oasis  and she tweets as @midnightoasis64

  • What made you decide to write a sex blog?
Blogging was a way of coping after my Mum died. I’d been her carer for 3 years and I started writing to make sense of my life in her absence.
A short time after she passed I woke up in the middle of an orgasm - a sign that my sexual self was returning after a long absence. As the only help that was on hand was a zucchini, I decided to be adventurous and buy a vibrator online. The rest is history! (I have a ridiculously extensive collection now)
While I have done a number of posts that deal with death and dying in the aftermath of these events since I started participating in memes the other side of my blogging no longer gets much airplay.

  • What’s behind the title of your blog or your blogging “name”?
After mum died instead of wearing black I began to wear deep blues - hence Indigo.Byrd? Freedom or the “blue bird of happiness” “night owl” or something else entirely…  I have a studio /bedroom space in another town. I regard this as my oasis. I felt more relaxed there in the aftermath of mum’s death. Since I’m a night owl it’s often around midnight before I go to bed, and if I decide to masturbate I may be away for quite some time. This all came together in my head around the Maria Muldaur song Midnight at the Oasis...
  • Describe your blog in a nutshell:
Sex, Death, Creativity.  I find it hard to separate them.
  • How long have you been blogging on this theme?
Since July last year (2017).

  • What is your favourite type of adult toy?
I have 4 favorite toys: A Womaniser Pro for my clit, Down Under Toys Tulip vibe for my vagina and a glass dildo for anal play. I also have a Godemiche Adam for the days when size does matter.

  • If you were sent to a desert island (with no power issues) name the 1 adult toy you’d take with you:
Probably a glass dildo, but I’d be hard pressed to manage without the trio mentioned above.

  • What’s your current sexuality?  At what age did you realise this was the right ‘fit’ for you?
Largely hetero, but open to possibilities. I’ve had sex with women. I do prefer younger men - the men of my generation that I meet are often not as interesting or open. (I hate the terms cougar and toyboy). Have been largely vanilla  in practice but am increasingly aware of my kinky D/s inclusions. Recovering monogamist, now open to a broader range of relationships. I’m in the best headspace at age 64 to explore aspects of my sexuality that have been absent or underdeveloped until now. All I lack is the right people to play with (but I’m working on that at my own pace).
  • What’s your preference - naked or “dressed up” for sex?  If dressed up, how so?
No preference. I love the sluttiness of urgent touch through and around clothing, especially in inappropriate places. I have a collection of lingerie and fantasy dress-ups which I sometimes enjoy at the Oasis, and I generally sleep naked or just in knickers and a t-shirt. My vibrators don’t complain if I don’t dress up for them!
  • Is there a kink or fantasy you’re yearning to try?
Shibari Rope
Limited Impact play
  • Name the fictional being or species you’d most like to have an encounter with:
Tentacles are very popular in my fantasies. I have a collection of tentacle dildos. Hilarious preference in that I don’t like the ocean much.

  • Anal sex - Meh or Yay?
  • Sex needn’t always be serious - do you have a funny moment to share?
Not that I can think of but I like to laugh in bed with a partner. Humans are often such a serious lot!
  • Sexting - love it or hate it?
Wrong generation I think. But I often exchange flirty messages with my younger best friend who is definitely a fellow slut!

  • Which mainstream film depicts your favourite erotic scene?
Don’t tend to watch mainstream - I like “foreign and arthouse” films more. Gadjo Dilo springs to mind - I did a post about it on KOTW a little while ago.

  • Do you watch porn?  
Sometimes, I have checked out a few female friendly sites/directors, but I prefer to read it. I also have favorite Shunga images I enjoy (not all of which have tentacles).
  • Nominate your favourite adult film:
The only porn I own and watch is an Abby Winters Lesbian erotica (can’t recall the name) - the  relaxed interactions and the hot fingering in it is fabulous.
  • Before you go, please tell us an adult blog (aside from yours) which we must add to our reading list:
Couldn't chose 1 favourite! CousinPons @books1799 for his wonderful erotic writing or LasciviousLucy @LasciviousLucy for her erotic supernatural writing and some excellent historical images.

Thank you so much for sharing your more ‘private’ side with me and my Dark Darlings!  You should check out Indigo's blog, in particular to soak up the arty stuff she promotes and shares.