Still damp from the shower, he sits naked at the base of the bed, not nearly satiated, his hand slowly moving over his semi-hard shaft as he beckons me with a solitary finger; I immediately come hither. He holds one of my discarded black sheer thigh highs in his right hand and is running the delicate material over his cock and balls very slowly. I can see the hunger burning in his eyes the moment I get closer, close enough for him to reach out and touch me with his available hand, pulling me into his torso as he grabs a fistful of my hair. I had evoked the primal beast within with our previous lovemaking session.

“Get on your knees,” and I do as I am told immediately. He places the tip of his now hard cock to my waiting mouth, my tongue darting out to the taste of his pre-come. He runs his glans over my lips deliberately, slowly circling until I’m hungry for him to be completely in my mouth and to the back of my throat. My tongue darts out eagerly to meet his warm flesh, the scent of his arousal turning me on further. I grab the base of his shaft with my left hand, my other lightly running under the soft skin of his shaved testicles. I wet my lips and flicker my tongue over the head of his cock, slowly inching my way down his length, my tongue feathering the underside of his hard flesh as I take him completely in my mouth. His moans of delight fuel me on, my head bobbing over him as I work his cock with my mouth. He pushes down on my head until I feel him buried in the back of my throat. I gag, and lift my head.

“Oh, no. I like that, deep like that. Keep going.” I hesitate for a second until he has a fistful of my hair again and is pushing my lips over his throbbing flesh until he is embedded once again. I gag again, and he lifts my head to give me a few seconds relief before he’s pushing himself into my mouth over and over again. He does this several times, thrusting in and out of my throat, until he lifts my head, my lips glistening with saliva, my cheeks flushed, mascara running.

“Good girl, now get on the bed.” He extends his hands and lifts me to my feet, scooping me onto the plush duvet as I settle in the middle. He retrieves my favorite vibrator from my bedside table and hands it to me.

“Fuck yourself, now,” he growls, and I obey my orders within an instant. I open my legs as I eye him suggestively, sliding the phallus deep into my already slick cunt. I arch my back, close my eyes and moan as he walks around the bed as if to inspect my body, caressing parts of me, tweaking each nipple with his thick fingers, flickering his tongue over my clitoris as I continue to pleasure myself. I’m inching closer to orgasm when I open my eyes, and startled, find him watching over me, a leather belt in his hands, his face close to mine.

“Don’t stop fucking yourself,” he whispers to me as he slides the belt around my neck and secures it until it’s taut, with the other end wrapped tightly in his right fist. He was in full control now. Suddenly, I felt vulnerable, a pang of desire swirling in my belly. I was close, too close to coming. With his cock just inches from my mouth, he started to stroke himself for me, over me, as I pushed my vibrator deeper into my cunt, the leather snaking around my neck feeling glorious and tight.

“Please, put your cock in my mouth!” I begged. With a grunt, he straddled my face, pushing his length into my mouth once again. The sensation of pleasuring my man while pleasuring myself was almost too much to bear, especially with him fucking my face. He pulled on the belt, and I arched my neck back, giving him full access to my throat. He pushed himself deeper once again, picking up his pace, his thrusts becoming more vigorous.

“Oh God, I’m going to come so fucking deeply in your mouth, you whore!” Those exact words were my trigger, the only one needed to send me spinning into my own orgasm. I spread my legs, and with my cunt full and my nipples bullet hard, I arched my back underneath him. My moans and whimpers and grunts had him on the precipice of his second orgasm. He finally let go of the belt, and with both hands in my hair, fucked me in earnest with long deep thrusts, until he exploded inside my mouth, streams upon streams of his come flowing into me, my mouth full of his seed, spilling over my lips. I made sure I swallowed every drop as he withdrew himself from me, finally slumping on the bed beside me. Both our bodies glowed in satisfaction, a sheen of perspiration adorning each. I ran my hands through his chest hair and satisfied, I promptly fell asleep, his seed still metallic on my tongue, my body entangled in his.

I recall the day that I received my first sex toy as a gift from a boyfriend at the tender age of 17. The concept intrigued me, for we had a fairly open sex life even at that age, but to look at the vibrator, I was almost intimidated. It was flesh colored, with a turn dial at the base. It was about 8 inches long with an average width. It was the veins and texture along the shaft that irked me — I was scared to let that thing between my legs! We used it a few times and that was that — It was not a very pleasurable first experience with a toy at all.

I’m writing this post because I recently had the pleasure of accompanying a friend of mine to a sex toy store so she could pick out her first vibe. She trusts me as I have a plethora of vibrators and dildos that I’ve gathered from reviewing. We wandered around the boutique, most of the products looking familiar to me. Now obviously picking out a vibrator or dildo relies on how you orgasm as a woman. Do you love clitoral stimulation alone, or are you a penetration/g-spot stimulation kind of girl? Perhaps you have blended orgasms, a mixture of clitoral stimulation and penetration?

The second element in picking out your vibrator is obviously your budget. So I’m going to give you a few suggestions on products to look at. Also, the beauty of shopping online takes away some angst for people who are just beginning to explore, as this can be an intimidating experience for some. I know for a fact that EdenFantasys is very discreet in all matters. I had purchased products from them before I had even started reviewing for them, so when they approached me to review, I had no doubts in any aspect of their service.

Bullet and Egg Vibrator
These are great for beginners, and can be very cheap for a first vibe. They come in all shapes and sizes, some are waterproof, and many have different controllers and speeds. I personally like the Egg — it is extremely affordable. Made for both clitoral stimulation and vaginal insertion, it can be used for self pleasure or to use with another. Apart from the awesome price, I love the controller — the power unit, which requires 2 AA batteries (not included), allows you to control the speed and the intensity of the Egg’s vibrations.

The Rabbit Vibrator
I fell in love when I purchased my first Rabbit, and I’ve never looked back since. The Hyper Bunny is very similar to my first “real” sex toy. Enjoy customized pleasure at your fingertips with this unique toy including innovative twirling beads, eight independent speeds and three playful functions that are packed into a soft, pliable shaft for your pure enjoyment. The moving pearls stimulates the g-spot, while the “ears” arouse the clitoris, making it perfect for achieving that blended orgasm. Well worth the time and money.

Glass Dildos
Glass dildos are a favorite of mine for a few good reasons. They are easy to clean, any lubricant works with them, and you can heat some of them up for added pleasure. I’ve used the Athena and I love it. I consider it a special treat because it is so solid (holding heat well) and double-ended. Plus the box it comes in is discreet, which always counts. A high-end product worth the investment. Perfect for g-spot or anal stimulation, if you are feeling adventurous, or extra frisky.

Every good toy deserves an equally good lube, and I highly recommend Swiss Navy Silicone Lubricant. It’s not sticky, messy, it lasts, and quite honestly feels like silk. I haven’t found anything yet to match it. * Please note that you cannot use a silicone lubricant with a silicone toy.

I hope some of you found this post informative at a minimum. I’d recommend just taking a peek around the site to see what floats your boat: it is very informative and easy to navigate, and there’s something for everyone. They also have a ‘Leap Year’ promotion running: Get 25% off some vibes, running until March 2nd, 2pm ET. So go, shoo! It’s time to explore. Orgasms aplenty!

~ NS

* This post is sponsored by EdenFantasys.

It hadn’t even hit midday and we were both slammed to the gills with work, a foul mood hanging in the air like a cloud in the office we shared. He sighed and twisted his hair as he looked at his computer screen, his usual antics while under pressure. I sat taut, eyes ahead, too many tasks at hand. There was no friendly banter between the two of us today; it was all business, or so I thought.

A department meeting was called at 3pm, and by that time, I was frazzled. Unable to eat lunch and my caffeine buzz expiring, I had let the grump set in. I sat in the meeting, words flying by my head as my burned brain tried to net each concept. No such luck. I was entirely spent, and judging by the tone of my boss, so was he. His charming exterior had long gone; he was to the point, terse with his instructions to each one of us. I kept my head low and nodded. After the meeting and when we were alone in our office, he addressed me directly. I noticed immediately that his voice had softened somewhat.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been out of sorts today. I had a fight with the wife last night, and all of this extra work we have isn’t helping. You’ve been a great help these last few days, and your work is outstanding, as always.”

“Thank you,” I answered, and quickly resumed with my work. I could feel him staring at me as I hurried through the paperwork bundled in my hands, and when I finally looked up, our eyes met. He smiled, more to himself than to me, turned and tended to his own work.

The next time I looked at the clock it was past 6pm, and we were the only ones left in the office. He finally looked up from his monitor.

“You should go, it’s past 6pm.” He looked ready to go home himself.

“But I have all of this work to still do,” I exclaimed, pointing to the various piles of paperwork on my desk. My glass of wine could wait, I thought to myself.

He stood up, walked past my desk, and locked the door to our office. The moment the lock clicked shut a chill immediately ran up my spine, adrenalin shooting through my belly. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as he walked behind me and gently placed each of his hands on my shoulders.

“You should go, Adrienne.” His voice was just above a whisper. It took me a few seconds to muster up the courage for a response, the scent of his cologne lingering in my nostrils, my senses already in overdrive. His hands were massaging each shoulder, and I could feel the tension immediately leaving my body under his touch.

“But I want to stay.” My voice was husky and already dripping with desire. His lightest touch had flipped the switch in me, my cunt aching with the attention he was giving. I swiveled around in my chair until I was staring at his pant fly, his erection poking through the thin material, his pre-cum already staining his trousers. I unfastened his belt, my eyes gleaming, the leather snaking through each loop to freedom. My hands found the zipper, and with the ease of a pro, I freed his bulging cock and took him straight into my waiting mouth. He moaned instantly and grabbed fistfuls of my hair as he rocked back and forth, back and forth, his hard smooth cock filling me. He continued to fuck my mouth, his gasps punctuating the air along with his thrusts. There was a moment when I was jolted with reality; I was about to fuck my boss. The notion sent a ripple of pleasure throughout my entirety as he continued to pump in between my wet lips, his head thrown back in bliss, his moans bouncing around our office. I stopped him suddenly as reality returned for a second bout, but only this time, I felt the threads of guilt and hesitation.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I heard myself say. He had a wife and kids, after all.

“The fuck we shouldn’t!” He exclaimed, and with a sweeping move, cleared the top of his mahogany desk, papers flying everywhere. He lifted me out of my chair, his hands grabbing me roughly, directing me to the desk. He then bent me over the surface of the desk, my hands in front of me, his legs in between mine, prying them apart. I was pinned by his body behind me, his erection pressing into my arse. He reached up my skirt and found my damp thong, wrenching it away from my cunt and down my legs swiftly. His hands traveled the length of my thighs as he then lifted my skirt, exposing my bare rump, grunting in approval. Suddenly, his hand came crashing down on my right arse cheek, a squeal immediately escaping me, the force of the blow pushing me forward against the desk. The second blow was much harder as his rhythm continued to grow with each stroke. By the sixth smack I was begging him to stop, his hand heavy on my skin, my nails digging into the desk, my eyes teary. He grabbed me by the arm and lifted me up so we were face to face.

“You like it rough, I can tell. Your cunt was pouting with arousal,” he stated, his eyes dark and glossy, never leaving my face. He was right, and the smile playing on my lips gave him what he was looking for. He pulled me towards him and kissed me on the mouth, his tongue meeting mine, both of his hands on my face, then my neck, then to the collar of my blouse. He pulled away from me a second time, paused, and in one swift motion, ripped my blouse in two, the pearl buttons flying through the air, some bouncing across the desk. I gasped loudly, shock plastered on my face. He threw his head back, and for the first time today, laughed loudly. He kissed me again, his hands peeling my bra away from each breast, his fingers finding my nipples. He pinched at them lightly as his tongue flickered against mine, my knees almost buckling. I wanted him to fuck me hard. No, I needed it.

“Fuck me now, please, just fuck me now!” I pleaded, my nipples exposed, my cunt quivering. I wanted him inside me. I wanted his thick cock to fill me to the brim until his heavy balls rested hotly against my flesh.

Without hesitation, he grabbed me by the waist and bent me over the desk once again, my bullet-hard nipples pressed against the cool wood, my bare arse propped up in the air invitingly, his handprints still blooming on my right cheek. In one fluid stroke he entered all of me, parting me with his searing flesh. We moaned in unison as he started to fuck me in earnest, his thick cock immediately sodden with my arousal, embedded within me. I propped myself up on two hands as he reached around to cup each breast. I instantly pushed back against him, pushing him further into me.

“God, you are glorious.” His hands ran through my hair and settled on my neck as we continued to fuck, his grip tightening with every movement. My panting only fueled him on, his length driving into me, my orgasm threatening to break through my taut body. With one hand remaining on my neck, his other reached below to my pussy, his fingers feathering my clitoris. An experienced lover, he strummed my body like an instrument, my climax inching closer and closer to the surface with every stroke.

“Oh God, I’m going to come!” I had lost all self-control.

“And I’m going to come deep, deep inside you!” He held my chin up, kissing me on my neck, biting me on my shoulders as we continued to fuck furiously. I grabbed on to the edge of the desk so I could offer all of myself to him, my cunt wide open, filled, his balls slapping against my skin, his fingers still stroking my clitoris. It was then that the waves of pleasure washed over me, my cries and whimpering sending him over the edge. I felt him twitch, felt him pulse, and then felt him spurt his hot seed deeply inside me as we climaxed together. My cunt clenched down around him, milking him as he continued to shudder within me, our bodies slowly coming to a halt. After a few moments he withdrew from me, promptly zipping up his pants. I turned to face him and found him smiling, his come slithering down my inner thigh.

“I don’t really know where that came from,” he stated, looking coy. I laughed.

“I do, and now I know what to expect the next time you’re overworked,” I cooed. “And luckily enough, I have some clothes in my car to remedy this,” I said, as I pointed to my torn blouse. We both laughed as he grabbed my hand, drawing me closer to him.

“Oh, I’m not nearly done with you yet. Fancy some overtime?” His cheeky wink and boyish grin sealed the deal.

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Enjoy! I hope at least a few of you will consider becoming a part of the Eden team.

~ NS

* This post is sponsored by EdenFantasys.

I’ve decided to start a competition for a product that is still in packaging, never used, untouched. Why am I giving it away, you ask? The concept of the product doesn’t really appeal to me, although I do love bondage. The velcro cuffs and kit are made by Sportsheets. They are versatile — no installation required as they instantly fit over or under any door. The kit includes 2 wrist/ankle cuffs and 2 door straps.

Guidelines:
The guidelines are simple. The giveaway will end on Monday, the 23rd of January, a week from now. If you wish to be included in the competition, simply leave me your raciest comment here on the blog, or if you are really game, send me an alluring *photograph to naughtysecretary78@gmail.com. The raunchiest comment or image will prevail and I will notify the winner next Monday. Keep in mind, I’m a creative girl. so extra points will be awarded for creativity! Show me some skin, or spin me a tale!

*If you send me a photograph and it is chosen as the winner, I’d like to post it on the blog. Please keep that in mind when submitting.

Happy Monday!

~ NS

Occasionally, I’ve been known to post music on my blog that tickles my fancy. Let me introduce you to The Perfects. They are a local band, and I am privileged enough to call the lead singer a close friend of mine. The video ‘Girls That Dance’ made number 1 on MTV’s Most Popular Videos. I implore you to check the video out. It’s a butt-wiggling good time.

Enjoy!

~ NS

“Hello there, sexy voice,” he cooed. I couldn’t help but smile at his beautifully thick accent. It was an instant turn on for me.

“Hello there, handsome,” I returned. “What are you doing?”

“Well, to be honest, I have this huge hard on, and I’m thinking of you coming to my hotel room, dressed in a coat, wearing nothing underneath, my eyes fixated on your bare cunt. I want you to lead me to the bed, lay me down, strip, and sit on my face, so I can tongue that gorgeous arse of yours.”

His confession immediately takes my breath away. All I can think of is his tongue lapping at my flesh, his hands spreading me apart and probing me with his mouth with me writhing on his face. Such a confession has me instantly wanting cock. I let out a sigh of arousal, and this spurs him on further.

“Can you imagine my tongue in you, licking you mercilessly?” he asks. “God my cock is so hard thinking about it.” His grunts and groans transport me to another place.

“Are you stroking yourself?” I inquire, my voice wavering, full of lust. Imagery runs through my head, and in my mind’s eye, I see him laying back, stroking his thick cock with force. My cunt instantly aches at the thought.

“Yes, I’m throbbing for you. Where do you want me to come?” Determination now laces his voice.

“I think I want to suck your cock while you lick my arse,” I confess. He moans in approval, his breath quickening along with his movements. Every gasp of his taunts my pussy as he edges closer to climax. Soon I’m listening to a chorus of sounds from him as I describe how much cock I can take in my mouth, how desperately I want to grind on his face, how I want his tongue exploring all of me, how wanton I’ve become. I want his thick shaft to the back of my throat, now.

“Open your mouth, whore! Take all of me, now!” he exclaims. Within a few grunts I can tell he is coming, and I moan along with him, my body buzzing with desire. There’s nothing I like more than to make a man come, and come loudly he does. I press the phone desperately to my ear as to hear every growl he produces in the heat of the moment. Seconds later, we are laughing at our antics.

We bid our adieus, a smile plastered on my face. Until next time, I think to myself as I head for my bedroom. It was my turn.

“Excuse me Miss, could we request a lap dance, somewhere private?” I enquired. She smiled, nodded her head, and beckoned us on. We stood, hand in hand, and following her, entered The Champagne Room, a private space filled with low light and lounges lining the expanse of the space. We sat down and made ourselves comfortable, me sitting beside him, giddy as a schoolgirl. I had waited a long time for this moment, the voyeur in me right at the very surface.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” I half asked with inquisitive eyes.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I’m Ava.” It suited her well. She had a certain grace about the way she moved, like a ballet dancer. She extended her hand and we both shook it.

“Ava, I’d like to buy a dance for my man here.” I lifted and walked towards her, handing her a $100 bill so she knew I meant business. She smiled at me cheekily, grabbed my hand as we walked towards him, and immediately straddled his lap with her long toned legs and heels, her round rump raised in the air. There was no hesitation about her: she began her moves, pushing her body against his, snaking her way up and down his torso, her breasts in his face. My cunt ached at the sight of another woman with my man, her pussy grinding down on his erection. She whispered something in his ear and he laughed. She turned and raised her perfect arse in the air, inches from his face, and back down again to his crotch. rubbing her taut cheeks against his groin.

“Mmmmmm,” was all he could muster, satisfaction coursing through my veins at his obvious pleasure. She flipped back again so she was facing him to continue the dance, and I stopped her, pulling out another $100 bill.

“Ava, I want to see my man very happy. What will you do for another $100? Can he touch you?”

I saw a flicker of doubt flash in her now green eyes for a split second before she nodded her head in approval. Given permission, his hands were immediately on her breasts, tweaking each nipple, a moan escaping her lips as her body betrayed her. He pulled her flimsy top down and took each nipple into his mouth, gorging himself on her milky flesh. He slipped his hand between her thighs to find her sodden cunt and cupped her heat in his palm.

“Can I touch you?” I asked, as I wanted in on the action, and fast. She had already unzipped his pants, her sheathed cunt rubbing against his stiff cock. She then knelt in between his legs, poised for action. With lips and a mouth like that, she had to be an excellent cocksucker.

“Yes,” she whispered to me with a wink. I knelt, and facing them, ran my hand up her mini skirt only to find a sliver of a thong. Pushing that aside, I lightly ran my fingertips over her opening flesh, and finding her clitoris, started to rub her while she was preparing to pleasure my man. Once I made contact with her silken cunt, she pushed back on my fingers, gasping. Her thong was soaking, and I removed it completely from her, dragged it down her legs, my eager eyes watching her every move. I had never witnessed another woman sucking my man’s cock, my eyes remaining on them intently as I did not want to miss a thing. She took his throbbing prick out and started to lick the pre-come from the head of his shaft while I buried my fingers inside her, adrenalin swirling in my belly, desire running the gamut of my body. Her tongue lapped over his cock, all the way down his shaft and back again, until she took the head into her mouth, her lips tightly wrapped around his length. He entwined his fingers in her long locks and threw his head back in bliss as her mouth made it’s way down his thickness, all the way to his heavily-laden balls and back again. Once I saw her head start to bob, and the look on my man’s face, I wanted to pleasure her further. I stood and knelt behind her this time, lifting her barely-there skirt over her rump. I ran my hands over her smooth arse cheeks, and gently prying them apart, started to thrust my tongue softly in and out of her cunt, my fingers still working her clitoris. I heard her moan, my man pushing her head down on his cock. Her cunt tasted sweet and musky, my tongue exploring her every fold of her most intimate flesh. I suckled on her velvet lips as her pleasure gathered, her body rocking back against me as her mouth was filled with pulsing cock. I inserted three fingers into her and tongued her clitoris, now swollen with the attention I had given her. I could tell she was close to climaxing by the noises coming from her, and I could tell he was close to climaxing as he watched me fuck her with my mouth. She was now voracious, and with her mouth full of my man’s cock, so was I.

“God, I’m going to come!” he almost screamed. Not yet, not yet, I thought, lifting her head from his cock with a handful of her hair. I wanted her to come first, for her orgasm to trigger his. I withdrew my wet fingers from her cunt and found her clitoris once again, rubbing her into a frenzy as my mouth found her perfect puckered arse. I licked her voraciously as my fingers strummed her clitoris, the duel sensations sending her bucking wild against my mouth, driving my tongue deeper into her arse. She was almost squealing as she began to suck cock again, ferociously this time. She was teetering on the edge of her own orgasm and was about to bring him crashing down with her.

“Now, I want both of you to come!” I declared before plunging my tongue further into her, her legs spread as she continued to fuck my man with her mouth. My tongue darted in and out of her arse, my fingers stroking her clitoris hard, and with her flesh mashed against my face, her climax ripped through her body. It was then that my man wailed, shuddered, and came deeply within her throat, his cock encased in her mouth, her gasps only spurring him on further. He came with force, and with fistfuls of her hair in his hands, he was left a heaving mound on the couch. He finally released her.

I helped her to her feet, and pressed another bill into her hand. She turned to me and kissed me on the mouth, the taste of his seed still dancing on her tongue. I thanked her, and before exiting the room, she turned and smiled at me, and impish grin playing on her lips.

“Please, come again,” she whispered lowly, and I threw my head back and laughed.

“Oh, we will,” I assured her, and covered in her scent, we both made our way home.

The Platinum Charisma Zia Discreet Massager is a neat vibrator for the beginner to play with. It is sturdy, and with a secure turn dial knob on the base, the vibrations can range from low to fairly intense, making this also suitable for the experienced player as well. This vibrator excels at clitoral stimulation, the tip of the vibrator perfect for the task at hand.

This discreet vibrator is also waterproof, shower-time becoming even more memorable. It is small enough to travel well, and it is quiet yet powerful. This sex toy is also hypo-allergenic, latex free, and phthalates free, and comes in the two colors of pink and purple to choose from. It also takes two AA batteries.

Sweat.

Bruises.

Salt on my tongue.

Shall we make it a quick fuck or really have some fun?

Time always manages to slip through our fingers when we are together.

Clothes strewn about the room as we frantically flutter to get completely naked.

And once we are, our heartbeats know.

Do you want to ride me or shall I take you from behind?

I want primal. I want hard. Pull my hair as you enter me.

Wet little whore, warm and ready just for me.

God just fuck me like that. Arse raised in the air.

Scratches on the back as fingers rake over fiery skin.

Bites on the shoulders as he quivers within.

Once she pushes and arches her back, she has control.

Hands on her rump to steady himself, he embeds himself in her molten lust.

But not for long, for he cant last.

Not with her, anyway.

He watches his cock disappear and then reappear wet with her.

And he fucks her some more until she begs for respite.

Once he hears the tone in her voice, he’s teetering on edge.

And when she flicks back her head, she’s close.

He grabs a fistful of hair and drives himself deep.

Her scream punctuates the silence as she comes.

And he along too with her.

Sweat.

Bruises.

Salt on my tongue.

Necessary for this little one.