A while back, I won a little erotic fantasy writing contest and one of the prized was a lockable sex toy storage bag by For Your Nymphomation known as the Foot Long. I was excited, of course, because I love sex toys and all things that go with them and I also travel a lot. It is always a good idea to have your toys stored properly even when home, but traveling really presents a problem for most people. I mean do you really want your toys just rolling around inside your luggage where they may, and usually do, fall out the first time that airport security opens your suitcase for inspection? No, of course not! Now granted, there are countries that you do not, I repeat, NOT, want to try to take sex toys into, but for the most part, they are fine to take just about anywhere with you. And do not be embarrassed since security personnel have seen everything and then some. I have asked several airport security inspectors about this and have been told they see dildos, vibes and miscellaneous sex paraphernalia daily and it does not phase them any more than your clothes, hair dryer or tennis racket. That being said, when going on a little trip or vacation, why should you have to do without your favorite toys? You shouldn’t. Vera from For your Nymphomation sent me a wonderful black leather Foot Long bag that actually held way more than I expected. And this little bag is definitely traveling with me from now on. (Of course, as many toys, restraints, floggers, whips, ect that we own and want, I will soon be needing their wonderfully made and much coveted Rolling Toy Trunk.) But that would be for a different review! I did not have to write a review for this prize and you should know that, but I firmly believe that when merchandise or service is good it should be told as well as when it is not good. Getting feedback from customers is how businesses find what works and does not work. It is good for the business and it is good for the consumer as well since we get more of what we want and less of what we do not want.
Still, as you can see from the quick pics I took, this bag is perfect for the weekend get away or the week or two vacation. It is lockable and even comes with a cute little lock with two keys.(Hint from me to you-I always take additional keys to things like this, label them with a bit of label maker tape and keep on them on a separate keyring that we have just for the purpose of additional keys…if you are like me, you will lose keys and then get frustrated because you cannot open something.This has saved us many headaches over the years.)
I decided to see just how much I could EASILY get into this little gem of a bag. As you can see from the picture I took, I filled it and although the picture shows the zipper not fully shut, I could easily zip it closed, but wanted to show that I did indeed fill it. And from the other picture you can see just how much it held and still had room left available for perhaps some lube or condoms or another small toy.
Also, just to let you know, this thing comes in many colors and they also have a wide variety of different sizes of bags for just about everything you can think of when it comes to protecting, carrying and concealing your precious playthings.
I want to thank Vera at For Your Nymphomation for putting up this prize and also for Sweltering Celt for having the contest in the first place to celebrate her blogiversary.
We found each other almost by accident one soft evening that June.
We found both of our hearts raced and pulse quickened as we talked into the night.
Lives begun so differently and yet we still met like that unexpectedly.
Lives changed by circumstances within and beyond our own hands, pushed us together.
Love joined and shared, we partook of that which society said was right.
Love tempered and contained within the walls of vanilla bliss we strived.
Together our union provided us both with joy and love immeasurable.
Together we traveled roads to and fro from hill to valley and back again.
Our lives, while not unhappy, were not swung as a pendulum in motion.
Our lives were lived in the middle of a road of mediocrity and reservation.
Years moved quickly into the past of regrets, disappointment and solitude.
Years moved slowly into the abyss of what if and could have been.
A time came when neither could afford to continue the desperate pathway.
A time came when I needed to feel more and be more yet feared to tell you of it.
My ache and need gnawed daily at my psyche, threatening to tell you.
My ache and need grew until I could no longer hide it from you.
I’d been searching for something more, something real and new.
I’d been searching for a life with meaning to provoke me into action.
Little did I know you had your own demons and needs to contend with.
Little did I know our fates truly were entwined from the day we met.
Courage finally came upon my heart and spirit to say what needed to be said.
Courage finally overcame you to listen and acknowledge my desperate plea.
It took conviction and strength to tell you what I wanted from you.
It took patience and understanding to listen to my rambling words.
Opening my soul, I spilled forth my masochistic desires and wants.
Opening your soul, you spilled forth your sadistic thoughts and needs.
I now stand before you, proud, arrogant and full of my own self worth.
I now stand before you, a woman of intelligence, privilege and position.
I seek your eyes for signs of your intentions and hints to my fate.
I seek your gentleness of touch for confirmation that I will be alright.
Never have I bent my knee to anyone, let alone imagined wanting to.
Never have I been made to bend and give like a willow tree in the wind.
Forsaking the norms of social diplomacy and etiquette I know I’ll attain more.
Forsaking my stringent upbringing I quickly learn to call you my Lord and Sir.
I willingly allow you to lead me into the darkness of this journey.
I willingly embrace the rapture of the unknown elements of my fate.
Without reservation I offer my body for your sacrifice to the sadistic gods of pain.
Without reservation I shed my clothing and judgments in an effort to appease them.
I’ve placed my delicate, small, fragile body at your fingertips for your use.
I’ve placed my neck into your collar showing your ownership of my life.
Needing to see the world you can show me, I submit and take in what you give.
Needing to join our souls again, I ask you to take my control and reserve.
A deafening quietness blankets the room and permeates my brain.
A moment of hesitation before you pick up the whip invades your own.
I now struggle with my fear and desire to rail against the restraints you’ve locked.
I now struggle desperately to make sense of the words that you whisper into my ear.
“Your pain, my pleasure. Your flesh, my canvas. Your tears, my joy.”
“Your screams, my smiles. Your hurts, my marks. Your life, my own.”
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To My Capn:
“The passage is booked, the sails are up and the wind beats hard behind us.
This ship sails now with us aboard, not stops till the limits find us.”
e[lust]#1
In the absence of Sugasm, which has gone on a somewhat indefinite hiatus, we now have a new and exciting publication to pick up where Sugasm left off. There are many well-known contributors and some relatively new ones as well. All the reads listed below are great and I am sure my followers and new readers alike will find something to interest or excite them. I am honored to be included in this first issue of e[lust].
HNT Courtesy of Coy Pink.
Welcome to the first edition of e[lust]! Below is your source for inspirations of lust and sexual intelligence from a wide range of sex bloggers. Want to be included in the next edition? Submission period opens for e[lust] # 2 on November 20th – subscribe to the RSS feed and Twitter for all updates! Check out the submission guidelines and rules of general conduct here.
This week’s top three picks as chosen by fellow e[lust] participants:
At Your Service – His hand pushes on my thigh and I turn away from him, allowing him to inspect my ass. His hands spread my ass cheeks and again I flood with wetness.
Cinderella – “‘I want to fuck you…’ he growled, nipping at her neck and kissing down over her breasts, biting at her nipples through the fabric, making her cry out.
Anal Sex Pt 2: The Ins and Outs of Butt Sex – Butt sex is what you make of it. Enjoy yourselves, be careful, and try everything that looks interesting.
Editor’s Pick:
The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.”
A note from the editor: And so it begins…
See also: Pleasurist’s #54 for your sex toy review needs.
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!
Erotic Writing
Just A Little Taste
Older and Better Than Ever
Good Morning
Your Eyes
MFM: The Student. The Teacher.
Get Me Off
The Club & Introductory Note
Don’t Come
The City
Howl at the Moon
Rimjob
Consumed
The Devil Inside
One of the Greats
Room Service
Kink & Fetish
A Busy Night
Bad Taste?
Protocols
The Illusion of Beginning: Pt 1
“You hit me…”
Reconnecting
Too Many Buttons
Nadia’s Wishing Box
The Mason Jar
So Sexy Boots
Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
Swing Shift Vol. 18 – Safe Sex and Getting Tested
Libido Resurrection Programme™
Check Up
Oh, Baby, Baby
UnderRated: Fucking the Mind
Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor
Vixen Invites
I’m Quoted in Time Out NY!
Top Five Tuesday – Euro Studs
She Makes Me Feel Like a Whore
Here it is again, MicroFantasy Monday. And as such, Sweltering Celt has assigned the topic this week for those of us that participate. The topic this week…‘games’. So let the games begin!
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They had wanted to have her between them for weeks, but neither of them mentioned it to her. She was the type that confounded people, giving off a sense of sexuality and yet again seeming so vanilla and conservative. But when the two of them were alone in bed together, they often incorporated her into their sexual fantasies with each other. Now, once again, as most Saturday afternoons she was at their apartment. Some days the three of them watched movies or just talked, but today was different. They had decided to test the waters some….to see how far they could push her, if they could get any reaction from her. A few beers, some background music and a light but energy sustaining lunch and then he suggested an innocent, friendly game. Husband, wife and new friend sat on the living-room floor and used the coffee table to play a child’s board game. A pleasant, almost innocent game of Monopoly very quickly turned perverted when she landed on Boardwalk and had no Monopoly money to pay the rent. Someone suggested “taking it out in trade”. That was the only opening she needed and the pale green dress dropped to the floor. Husband and wife looked at each other, smiled and both thought the same thing…”and we thought we would have to coax her into this!”
Every week Sweltering Celt assigns a topic and whoever wants to can write a MicroFantasy about that subject. The subject this week is “Hot and Cold”.
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He flatly stated that I had better be ready to “pay the piper” when he got home. Yes, I had been bratty all week and I knew it, but something kept pushing me to rebel and test him again and again. Perhaps I had only been seeking affirmation of his love and his mastery over me, I don’t know. The straw that almost broke the Masters usual calm and well controlled demeanor was when I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling. We had been on the webcam with each other. The topic of conversation does not matter, but my reaction was unprovoked and definitely unwise. Once again, this poppet was not thinking long-term or of the fact that sooner or later, he would be home from work. Sooner or later, a payment for my insolence was to be extracted from me.
Once I had gotten offline and replayed our conversation in my head, I knew I was in trouble. I busied myself that afternoon trying to prepare for him…and hopefully to soften the “blow” that I knew was coming my way. His favorite meal was sending it’s heavenly aroma into the air and I decided that I should primp, preen and present the best possible me in an attempt to soften Master up some. I know, I know…not a good idea, but I was getting scared. I thought I had timed it perfectly and was gloating as I reclined in the tub full of hot bubbly water. The feel was sensuous and I was so aroused that I started to masturbate using my little BDSM rubber ducky toy. Head back, eyes closed, thighs spread, fingers working feverishly, oblivious to anything else but chasing that orgasm. I was so close, right on the edge of the orgasmic precipice. I thought I was totally alone…right up until the moment that I saw Masters face and felt the bucket full of ice cold water hit my body.
Summer is over. Cooler weather is setting in. I am taking advantage of the last little shreds of “summer delights”…you know, those things we cannot get or do in the winter. Like swimming in the ocean, having sunny afternoon picnics, running around naked all the time (now I will have to actually put clothing on—socks, but only socks!) Which brings me to this…raspberries, one of my favorite fruits. Having purchased a beautiful pint of these tasty morsels, I sat and partook of one tidbit at a time, thinking I wish there was some way to record the moment. Low and behold…a digital camera moment happened. So below is my tribute and record of the last vestiges of a tasty summer. I hope you think it is tasty as well. Leave me a comment and tell me. Big hugs and farewell to summer.
I want to thank Sweltering Celt for the wonderful MicroFantasy Monday that she created a year ago which gives us all who participate a new challenge each week to write about. It is indeed a challenge sometimes, but it is always wonderful to go around and read what everyone comes up with. This week in celebration of her blogs 5th anniversary, she had a contest with prizes furnished by some wonderfully generous people at Bondage.com, ALT.com and For Your Nymphomation. All of the writers produced some great erotic stories and I read each of them with delight. I cannot say I was unhappy though when Celt notified me that I had won. I was tickled…well, tickled PINK. So congrats to all that participated and please continue to write as you are all so talented and entertaining. And Celt, thank you for picking my little story, The Celts Best Performance. I appreciate it. And a very big congrats on your blog anniversary, may you have many more to come.
ThePinkPoppet
Very recently I got the incredible opportunity to correspond with a delightful lady named Jilda who makes the most unique wooden dildos which are actually named Jildos. Consequently she sent me one of her hand made creations for me to ‘test-drive’. Now to be honest, like so many people out there, aside from glass sex toys, I was more used to sex toys that wiggle, vibrate, buzz, hum, gyrate and even beep…pretty much everything except talk dirty to me in my husbands own voice. (Give manufacturers time and they will have those also I’m sure.) So when I was told that my wooden dildo had been shipped, I waited eagerly and also skeptically to see it, hold it and most importantly to experience it first hand…or both hands even. While waiting (impatiently) I checked out Jilda’s site, reading, watching pod casts and learning about all of her products and some highly interesting facts about the history of dildos.
Two days later, a nondescript white box arrived in the mail. Nothing on the outside suggested what lay within which is usually a good thing since my mailman handed it to me and said, “Looks like you got something special today. Wonder what it is?” If only he could have seen me about an hour later with that same ‘something special’!
As I said, the package arrived in 2 days, although it would probably take longer for mail around the holidays and also if it has further to travel…for me it was only one U.S. state away. It was sent Priority Mail by the USPS and had Delivery Confirmation attached. Upon opening the box, I saw that it had been very carefully packed. Starch peanuts are used for packing and are said to be healthier for the environment. I wanted to make sure since I love our earth also and knew that some of my greener friends would test me on this, so I took a peanut to the kitchen sink and sure enough, they dissolve away into pretty much nothing when they touch water. Cool. Paperwork was next…a Certificate of Authenticity and a card telling you how to care for you Jildo. They also include a small packet that has a tiny bag of special wax that you can use from time to time (not needed every time) to maintain the luster, glow and special warmth that only the look of a wooden product can give. Deeper into the box I dug and saw a Black Velvet drawstring bag.
I opened it and out slid the most unusual, artfully beautiful and hand crafted thing I have held in some time. Mine is the “Carven” in American Maple wood. I immediately was struck with the weight of this not-so-little marvel. Since I was expecting WOOD, I was also expecting something that was heavy and hard to handle. I as wrong. Although the weight is heavy enough to know it’s in your hand, it is only 4 1/8 ounces (114 grams). I loved the ability to see the beautiful grain of the creamy colored wood through the food safe coatings, finishes and waxes that obviously were carefully applied since all you see is the gorgeous wood and not the coatings. Each Jildo is handcrafted, careful of choosing the correct wood, grain and then going through 12 levels of sanding to a finish that would rival a baby’s butt in smoothness before the coating is applied. Never a worry about splinters or anything like that. (If you have doubts, go to the website Jildos Safety and read it all for yourself.
Having long been a “Closet Earth Mother” myself, I immediately felt some sort of deep affection for this simple yet not simple-made very organic toy. Closer inspection made me giggle in delight…my Jildo has a hand carved, unique, individual face! (He has since developed a personally also…just me attributing sexy characteristics to ‘him’). Not all Jildo’s have a carved face, although they do have some that have hand carved penis shaped heads…as the two pictures here can show you. 
Now to the real heart of it…it might be wooden, but this thing is as smooth, slick and as much fun as a glass toy, without the worry of it breaking. Although lube is recommended often for use with most all sex toys, it was not absolutely necessary when I tried this as it simply glides across your skin. The rounded head of the dildo and the ridges about three fourths of the way up the shaft provided immense pleasure, the width and length as you can see in the photo are more than enough for the vast majority of users. And one of the things I found I liked the most, besides the very nature of the organic sensations of wood, was that because of the way it is made, your hand or fingers do not slip from the toy. This is a VERY good thing when you tend to be naturally “over-lubed” or you use too much bottled lube. Speaking of lube, these are safe with any lube you want to use. Contrary to what many think about wood, it does tend to take on your own body heat and never felt cold or unnatural. Although it did take me longer to “get there” with this wonderful sex toy, that is most likely due to the fact that I have been using battery/plug-in toys too much lately. But taking a tiny bit longer in no way negates how much I enjoyed and continue to enjoy this product. Besides, it’s it all about enjoying the journey to get there as opposed to just jumping ahead and arriving at your destination. When taken care of, which is simply to wash with warm water and soap, dry with a soft cloth and occasionally use the enclosed wax packet to keep the warm soft glow of the wood freshened up, this sex toy should last years upon years, if not a lifetime. According to Jilda herself, her first one, has outlasted three lovers and is still going. Overall, I lovingly give this sex toy a big pinkpoppet thumbs up since I am planning on using my “Woody” for many, many years. Go by Jilda’s site, Jildos.com and check out these sex toy works of art for yourself and tell her that ThePinkPoppet sent you. No, I do not get anything back from that, and never will….but I think it is cool when a woman carefully and lovingly makes hand-made pleasure-poles for other women to enjoy. Now, go get yourself a Jildo.
