Bad Bad Girl

Patina from Cal Exotics

badbadgirlx — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 15:27:14 +0000

I love rabbit vibes. Love them. Unfortunately most of them are jelly. Now I don’t mind jelly, but I know that many people only use phthalate free toys which can often make the rabbit style vibes less of an option. Cal Exotics has created this rabbit style vibe called the Patina.

What I liked: The material is very nice, high quality silicone. There is no weird jelly smell. It curves at the tip and has ridges to help with g-spot stimulation. It makes small shaft rotations which also adds to the gspot stimulation. Most (not all) rabbits do not have the gspot curve AND shaft rotation. This did stimulate my gspot very well. The clitoral stimulator had very nice seamless ears. They were not pokey. Even my favorite rabbit does have ears that feel pokey. The Patina does not. When I use my rabbits, I usually bend the ears forward so the back of the bunny ears rest against my clit. This vibe made that very easy and had very good vibration going through to the ears.

The power buttons were nice. The have separate buttons for the vibration and the rotations. There is a serious of the usual vibrations patterns, low- medium- high- pulsate- graduate- etc… They are very nice and just enough to make me want more. The rotation is not very wide, but the g-spot curve helps with that. Then there is one button that simply turns it off- this is a good feature.

How it could be better: Honestly, it could be bigger. It’s a small thin shaft. I like to have the nice full feeling with my rabbits- however, this wasn’t BAD.

As a rabbit for a beginner, I think this is a good rabbit style vibe. It has a very nice humming vibration and will not jolt your clit out of place. The gspot curve is nice and the silicone makes it a firm but flexible dildo.

Thanks to CalExotics for letting me try this out. Their new Couture Collection is quite impressive!

The Daddy Issue

badbadgirlx — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 17:06:28 +0000

This is crossposted at EdenCafe also.

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I’ve been carrying the dirty secret around for so long I didn’t realize it was a secret. It was buried down so deep that it didn’t even hurt. Something I never really wanted unearthed, and I am not sure what the benefit is of the realization, but knowing is always better than not knowing, or so I’m told.

It was in the midst of some Daddy/little girl play with Sir that I realized it. I think somewhere I had always known, but I covered it up somehow. I made jokes about it, “I’m almost certain he was inappropriate with me at some point.”

So now I’m 38, but my character, my little girl, is maybe 12. At this moment I’m in a cute white skirt and a button down shirt and we are playing out a little fantasy that we have both discovered. He says, “let me help you with your shirt, baby…”

The visual comes to my mind, as if a flashback in a movie. It happened in slow motion in my head, I could see my bra coming off. Through my arms. I could see the dark shadow of my my bra slipping through my fingers and by the light of the TV. Then he was doing it. He was rubbing my breasts. Yes. I remembered it. Then in a flash, it was gone—and here I am, playing out this fantasy. I blinked it away.

This was a new mental playspace where I had no rules and no knowledge. It was hot, it was edgy, and so arousing for us both. Even in the dark of it, we played in the safety of our trust for each other. Daddy isn’t a “father figure” but merely a trusted grownup and I’m certainly not a little girl. This is no different than the school teacher and naughty student, or the lonely housewife and the UPS driver. This is safe play with someone I trust.

“Are you sure this is ok?” I ask as he unbuttons my blouse, “I won’t get into trouble?”

“No sweetheart,” he says pulling my blouse off of my arms, “but it’s best that you don’t tell anyone. It will be our little secret.”

It wasn’t really a secret that I would sit with him in the dark. I had been doing it since I was very young. Sneaking into the living room where he would be up late, watching TV long after mom had gone to bed. I would sit with him in the dark and watch TV. It wasn’t a secret, but I guess I never did tell anyone. He never told me not to, I just never did. It was our special time. I got to stay up late and watch TV with him. Besides, it was the only time he was really ever nice to me.

“Ok, I won’t tell. Can I have another piece of candy?”

“Of course, why don’t you sit here on my lap and I’ll help you with your shirt.”

It was a vague memory. I was in high school and I had come home drunk. My first time drunk. He opened the bathroom door and saw me throwing up. He didn’t say anything except, “clean up and you can sit with me on the couch.” This is when it happened. I was laying on the couch next to him. Floating in and out of conciousness in a Bud Light haze. And he was rubbing my stomach, and then he said, “You should take this off.” Then he took it off. Then he was rubbing my breasts.

We played this scene all day until we were both spent and exhausted. Afterwards, we spoke quietly, debriefing, caring for each other, coming back to reality. I told him about the flash that I saw and he encouraged me to talk about it. I was cautious, but let the words come out. Words I had never spoken before. Recently, I had read that many people who are sexually compulsive/addicted have experienced some sort of sexual trauma. I don’t believe in repressed memories, especially when it comes to abuse. It’s so uncertain, I think you can be conditioned to believe things that didn’t happen. I wanted to believe that I was making this up, but I know I wasn’t.

“The weird thing about it is that he really didn’t like me very much,” I told Sir, “He was very mean to all of my siblings but it seemed as if he especially disliked me.”

I told him in great detail how he would constantly berate me. As I got older and started dating, the berating became more personal. He would call me a slut and a whore. When he found out I was sexually active, he threatened to kill my boyfriend. He would always make dirty jokes, comment on my body, and say that I dressed like a tramp. He almost acted—jealous.

Even when we would fight and argue during the day—at night, if I couldn’t sleep I’d come out and sit with him on the couch and we’d watch TV. We didn’t really talk much, I’d just soak up the attention he gave me. Acceptance from the only father figure I had. He’d rub my back, and stroke my hair. And I’d lay on the couch, across his lap with my head on a pillow on the other side of his legs.

That memory came back a little more harshly. Along with the realization that at this time, I was a developed teenager and unaware that walking around in half shirts and panties in front of my step dad was a problem. He never said anything, of course NOW I know why. A feeling came over me like rotten meat. ”Oh God—It’s no wonder he hated me. I was this bitchy moody slutty teenager during the day and at night I’d come crawling on his lap.”

“You didn’t know any better,” Sir assured me—but no, I did. I certainly should have, “You wanted love and attention and he was giving it to you. He was your dad, since you were very young. He was the adult, he was wrong. He manipulated you. He made you long for a loving father, then pretended to be that, so he could abuse you. ”

I cried and sobbed. I was not sad or angry that my step-father felt me up. I have no memory of how many times he did it. For all I know, it was just the one time. However I do recall him taking off my bra on more than one occasion.

“You shouldn’t sleep with your bra on, it’s not good for you,” he would tell me. Of course—I was told by my friends that if I didn’t sleep with it on, my boobs would stop being perky. So I always slept with it on, except the nights I would sit with him. Those nights, I’d let him take if off of me.

That doesn’t seem as significant as the rest although on it’s own it’s enough to make any parent cringe. The fact that somewhere the innocent little girl sitting with her dad turned into a little less innocent teen being manipulated. He was sexualizing me and I was accepting what I thought was love and affection. His own health issues had long since taken away his ability to have sex with my mother, so he turned his attention to me. The little bitch who openly hated him to my siblings and my mother, but who climbed into his lap several nights a week. Shaking her teenage ass in his face and somehow thriving in his inappropriate but unnoticed advances.

“You’re safe now,” Sir told me, taking me into his arms and holding me tight. ”I’m so sorry, baby.”

Yes, so was I. This opened up a whole new level of issues.

Daddy issues. Seriously.

Going the other way- HNT

badbadgirlx — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 15:20:54 +0000

I took these pics last night and sent them to Sir to approve. He immediately started singing a song I’d never heard before about this woman’s backside. Now I don’t think I look as good going the other way as SHE does, but I still appreciated the connection. (There’s a link at the bottom to the song from the 60’s by the Limelighters).

(click)

Vikki turn your back on me
Come on darlin’ just for me
‘Cause there is something so appealin’,
that your eyes are not revealin’!

Oh, Miss Dougan, you’re for me!

Other girls who approach me,
Are beautiful, gorgeous and gay!
But you’re so gosh darn more inviting
Going the other way!

Vikki baby you move me,
In those far-out clothes!
But don’t it get chilly flyin’ home at night
When that cold cold tail-wind blows?

Vikki baby, you rock me,
Without you I’m bereft!
I’m hynotized by those crazy eyes,
And that callipygian cleft!

(click)

The Limeliters — Vicki Dougan

Now the outfit is a floor length sheer gown, that actually looked quite flattering on me- but my favorite part was the back that laced up a little but, but then scooped WAY DOWN. If you click the second picture, you’ll see why this was Sir’s favorite picture. What do you think??

Lingerie provided by Eden Fantasys

A Dazzling HNT!

badbadgirlx — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 05:48:15 +0000

I learn so many interesting things on Twitter. Like today, I heard about Vajazzling.

What is THAT you ask. Well, it’s bedazzling your vag.

click to go to the article.

It’s kinda pretty right? And it would go really well with the crystals I got from EdenFantasys. Ok, they are not swarovski crystals, but they are ‘dazzly’!!

What would I call that, “boobdazzling”?

Happy HNT!!

Four Sentences of Rough Sex

badbadgirlx — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 01:37:07 +0000

Occasionally Sir gives me homework. It’s often writing assignments, as he likes to see my writing fiction. It’s nice to know that he likes my writing. This one was harder though. Four sentences of rough sex. Actually I think it was ‘violent sex’. I decided to put it to twitter to see what I got back. The first response missed it and just gave me 4 words, but I challenged myself to then use HIS four words to write MY four sentences. I got back a few responses, so I shared them below and mine is the last one. If I have any more fun homework assignments, I will continue to share them on twitter.

Twist. Stroke. Smack. Spit. @raveninnyc

I was breathing hard as he threw me against the wall. He ripped off my panties and slipped his fingers in deep. as I came all over his hand he shoved his cock deep inside me. He then spanked me & fucked me till I fell to the ground smiling @lucyvonne11

Anticipation, fear, or surprise? The explosion of power overwealms and sharpens the experience. …Lust, mixed with love, become drive toward a heady brew of flesh, sweat, and exhaustion. …Satiation leaves yearning, but without energy to act. @Ze_Witness

On the floor slut! Don’t you look at me! Ass in the air! You are my fucktoy, don’t ever forget it! @saynine

Don’t you dare cum without permission. I will slap you so hard you will see stars. Put your hands down! I will tell you when you can move cunt! @saynine

I had her up against the cold concrete wall, forearm pressed against her shoulders. I leaned into her, snarling as I sunk my teeth into her shoulder. One hand with a fistful of her hair, I pushed her skirt up, panties down with the other. I reached through her legs and grabbed her pussy, squeezing it until she cried out in pain. @butchtastickyle

My back scraped and pressed against the wall, his hand that wasn’t wrenching my hair (oh god just pull a little harder please ffffffuuuuck) pushing up on my ass, his combined efforts lifting me. A nearly-silent yelp escaped around the ballgag between my lips as he thrust into me with no preparation. He chuckled at my whimpers, plunging himself into me while forcing me to look straight at him. “That’s my beautiful girl…” @HouseWench

The nipple clamps were tight and connected by a chain that wrapped around my neck, causing them to pull and twist. My only hope was that a stroke of the flogger from my Master would eventually knock one of them free. He stopped and stepped closer, only to slap my face and pussy before reaching for the flogger again. Unfortunately the gag in my mouth kept me from making any noise, but the spit running down my cheeks let him know that I was struggling. @badbadgirlx

e[lust] #8

badbadgirlx — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 03:18:31 +0000

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Just dusting things off…

badbadgirlx — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 05:18:46 +0000

Now THIS is a maid….

(click to see the whole gallery)

My deep throating dummy…

badbadgirlx — Sun, 21 Feb 2010 20:00:23 +0000

I have to admit, I give pretty spectacular blowjobs. I always have. Sir said to me, “I don’t want to know how you learned.”

I laughed, remembering a quite afternoon when I was about 13 when I learned. ”Oh- that’s easy! My sister taught me.”

There are not many times that I can actually make someone choke on their own spit.

However, yes, when I was 14- my then 22 year old sister taught me the art of a blow job. She was a party girl back then, and a bit more promiscuous than I ever was, truth be told. We used a carrot, just like in Fast Times at Ridgemont High except we used the round end, not the pointy end. She also told me how to stroke it and suck at the same time. It was a fun day. Sisterly love.

Over the years, I’ve had enough practice and with the exception of the first boy I ever did it a lot too- (shortly after this lesson) who said I used too much teeth, I’ve never had anyone give me anything but praise. I try hard and I love to do it.

While I have always been able to get as much cock into my mouth, until recently I have not been able to properly deep throat. It’s one thing to have it go into the opening of your throat, just hitting the ‘gag reflex marker’. It’s something else to have it go PAST that, into my thoat. It’s a really odd feeling- but a strange sense of accomplishment for me. I can’t do it all the time. I’ve seen women who seemingly have no gag reflex, which I definitely do. It’s easier to do if I am in control of the thrust or if my partner is going slow enough to actually feel when he’s pushing past the opening of my throat.

The first time that I actually felt it go into my throat was using this dildo.

The Femme Rubber Dildo is a decent size dildo. It’s 6.5 inches long and 1.25 wide (just under 4 inches around). Like the name states, it’s rubber, so there’s the fail of it smelling like rubber when you first start using it. After a few washes, it fades off a lot. The shape, size and curve of this dildo went right into my throat, surprisingly while I was playing on webcam one day. After I realized it- I continued to do it- as practice. The deep throat mints and the Good Head gel and the other things that numb your throat help, but nothing is better than practice. It’s very mental- getting used to that feeling of your throat opening. Relaxing and taking it in. Not panicking. I recommend practicing with a thinner, curved dildo just to get used to the sensation.

So ok, my tips:

Relax

If you are going to practice with a real cock, let your partner know that you are practicing. Tell him not to expect perfection.

Don’t do it if you are thirsty, have a cold, or have heartburn or any kind of upset stomach. I know it sounds funny and obvious, but in practicing your going to be forcing air down your throat.

Take the cock into your mouth until it reaches the back of your throat. The gag reflex marker. Hold it there a bit. Some recommend swallowing, but I could never do that. So go up and down on it, letting it hit the back of your throat until you get comfortable. Relax and take breaths. Most guys kinda dig those desperate gaspy breaths you take when you’re giving head.

Once you are a little less sensitive to the intrusion- press the head of the cock at the back of your throat. RELAX your throat, and push farther. It’s REALLY important NOT to freak out. It doesn’t hurt, but it FEELS like there’s something in your throat. It’s intrusive and uncomfortable. In the beginning, allow yourself time to get used to that feeling, that opening up.

Don’t feel you have to be a sword swallower. I am not certain that I could get more than a two or three inches into my throat. And really if you are with a guy who has MORE than three inches that will go down your throat, chances are he doesn’t get deep throated very often. Take it in, and slide it out. It’s ok if it makes you cough. You’ll have a lot of saliva. Get used to the sensation.

If you can, keep your hand up an on his hips or somewhere that you can push back if you need to. He doesn’t know if something is going wrong and you’re about to throw up on him. It’s ok to gag- I strangely find that it makes me want it more.

After a while, you will get used to that feeling. You’ll push your boundaries a little more and you’ll be able to hold it in your throat for a little longer or even have your partner thrust some while he’s in there. Always relax. Don’t panic. You will find a groove. Maybe two throat strokes (what I like to call it) in a row and then more shallow sucking while I relax again. Then start over. Holding it a little longer. Shallow sucks, licking, jerking with my hands. Two or three more throat strokes, fast- allowing the vulgar throat fucking noises to happen. (seriously, guys love that!)

These are the things that work for me. I’m not an expert and I’m sure there are lots of books and videos on how to do this. I’m certain one idea remains practice makes perfect!!

My Femme Rubber Dildo is my Deep Throating dummy. I suspect it will also make a nice strap-on dildo.

Keep practicing, enjoy and have fun!!

Masturbation Sleeves- a comparative review.

badbadgirlx — Sun, 21 Feb 2010 06:51:20 +0000

Recently, I got three different masturbation sleeves from SexToy.com, all made by Cal Exotic Novelties. At the time I had someone in mind to test them out for me, but I haven’t seen him in a while. I decided to send them to Daddy to try out for me.

Colt Hand Job Stroker

This is a jelly stroker. It can’t be sterilized so it should not be shared.

The inside has lots of little nubs for stimulation. Click here for photo of the inside.

For around $10-$15 this stroker is flexible and good for warm up and added sensation play.

Because it’s jelly, it picks up dist and lint, it needs to be kept in the case, or in a bag. Recommend using cornstarch powder to keep it supple.

5.5 inches long

The nubs were found to be a little TOO much and left me feeling almost numb from it. In the end I stopped using it.

Futurotic Night & Tight Pussy

Made of TPE (Thermo Plastic Elastomer) which is a mixture of PVC and silicone. This is a very soft and ‘lifelike’ material. the down side is that it is HIGHLY porous and cannot be sterilized. I fear that this one will pick up more dirt than the jelly. Clean very well with antibacterial soap before and after use.

Click here for a funny picture I took.

The material on this stroker is simply too thick. It feels nice enough, but there’s no grooves or inner design, just a tight hole surrounded by an inch of ‘flesh’ on each side. Might be very nice for sensation play.

6 inches long

I needed a lot of lube as it’s a very porous material. This was a toy that was used on me, and it turned out to be very hard to manage with it’s clumsy shape and all that lubricant.

Super Head Honcho

Made of TPR (Thermo Plastic Rubber), it’s phlalate free, non-porous and easy to clean. It’s pliable to the touch.

The inside has alternating grooves for added stimulation. Click here for photo of the inside.

This toy is thin enough to allow the user to use manual pressure (squeezing) if your style of masturbation. Ir’s flexible and easy to hold from the outside.

6.5 inches long,

This one allowed for pressure and the grooves added enough stimulation to make it feel good throughout. Out of the three, this one was by far my favorite!!

From what I’ve seen there are not a lot of different types of masturbation toys for men, but strokers can definitely add something to your play. I enjoyed using the Futurotic in the beginning, but it’s big for my small hands there was lube everywhere. It was kind of a mess. It would be fun for sensation play, but neither of these strokers are a good enough substitute for the real thing.

Thank you to SexToy.com for continuing to be a great company to work with, offering great prices to my readers and putting up with how LATE I am on my reviews!!

Taking the pet out to play

badbadgirlx — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 20:05:19 +0000

I wasn’t really nervous because he was with me. It was my first play party and I had no idea what to expect. None.

We went down the hall of this hotel and came to the black curtain, outside the curtain was a table with a sign in sheet and the rules—which we already read in advance. We signed in, and then entered behind the curtain and waited for someone to ‘check us in’. The rules were pretty clear. Vanilla anywhere outside the black curtain. Inside the curtain, clothing is optional. Scening is best kept out of the hallway. No interrupting a scene. No joining without permission. Watching is fine, but be respectful of others space.

After getting checked in, I noticed that the remainder of the hall, which was “the party” was probably about 14-16 hotel rooms. We exchanged shocked glances and made our way in. After putting our things down in the coat room, which was packed with coats, clothes, and toybags, we made our way down the halls—peeking in the rooms. Looking at the different apparatus in each room, we went for a massage table next to some sort of a whipping post that two men were using. They acknowledged us and we asked if we could use the table. I was a bit nervous now, as Sir removed my panties and I laid down on the table in just my corset. He tied my hands and feet to the table, snug so I had a small amount of room to wiggle.

I laid my head to one side and watched one boy get flogged by another one in a skirt and fishnet tights. His bare ass getting more red with each strike. My eyes closed as I felt Sir’s hands slide up my thigh. His voice low, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, “Are you mine slut?”

“Yes Master.” The words poured out of my lips as his pressed to mine. My face went back down onto the massage table and I felt the leather straps tickling over my thighs. I moaned softly as it came down on me. I groaned and jumped. It was a little harder than I expected. He continued as I rested my head and watching to the side, the boy getting flogged. Harder and harder as Sir’s own strikes were getting harder. My quiet groans and grunts got louder as he picked up speed and strength on my ass and the sensitive backs of my thighs until I felt I couldn’t take much more. I was pulling against the ropes—getting closer to my limit—but knowing he knew me. He was watching me and I knew I was safe. I could stop it with a quick word, but I knew I didn’t need to. My mind quieted and slipped into my space. It was divine and the pain somewhat transcended into something different. The pain was there, but it was different somehow. Pain, for me, in my subspace is different. I feel it all over, in one focused area, and not at all. It’s not just the physical pain, but for me, the mental and emotional feeling of safety and release. When my body slipped out, he finally stopped. My breathing was slower now, deeper, more focused. He slipped his hand underneath me and felt my soaking cunt.

“Good girl.”

He moved in front of me and unzipped his pants. I devoured his cock while he started on my ass and shoulders with the crop. His strikes were less fluid, almost distracting. After moments of letting me please his cock, I felt a sharp point on my back. He pressed into the back of my neck until I froze. He pulled back, tucking himself into his pants and moved to one side of me. The point of the blade played over my body. I could almost hear it scratching my skin. It traced over my red ass, my thighs. I flinched when he would press harder, but something in me made me want more.

I was lost to him. I wanted to bleed for him. Disappear, sink into the submissive bliss and drift away. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sharp edge, teasing me and making me want. Listening to my own deep slow breathing, and the whimpers and cry of the boy on the whipping rack next to me. Yes, more.

When he ran the soft material over my skin, it was like warm water. The sensation was comforting. His way of bringing my skin back to it normal senses—almost gently shaking my senses back to life. I admit I was lost in them. He untied my legs from the table and I felt his fingers slide between my legs again. I moaned out—while his fingers slipped through my wetness and I felt them on my clit. I was so slick and wet that I could almost feel the ridges in his fingertips. He manipulated my clit until I was squirming and moaning. Then he pushed two fingers in my cunt, digging them towards my g-spot, but simply thrusting—hard and fast. The way Sir knows I need it if I’m to come from digital stimulation. My moans got loader and his thrusts got faster.

“Are you going to come for me, slut?” he demanded of me.

I was losing breath, and stuck somewhere between subspace and a complete orgasmic frenzy, “Yes, Oh God. Please. Please, Sir- yes oh please- God yes- yes!!”

My orgasms came loud and one of top of the other. My body obscenely humping the table and fucking his fingers and rocking to the rhythm of my own orgasm. He took it from me, one, then another, and another until my moans and cries became winces and whimpers. Again he stopped just as my body thought I could handle only a few more seconds past my limit.

“That’s my girl,” he said, stroking my hair, “my good Pet.” He leaned down again and kissed me before he said, “Do you want more?”

I smiled, closing my eyes and falling back towards submissive bliss he reached for the flogger again.

Bad Bad Girl

Patina from Cal Exotics

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