Fire and Ice

14 01 2009

It was worse when I was on my back, able to see what he was doing.

On my stomach, I didn’t know when the hot drips of wax would hit my back, making me gasp and flinch. I could only bury my face in his pillow and gasp as each hot little burst scorched my skin.

But on my back, I could watch.

I could see the look of concentration on his face. I could see the wax approaching the edge of the glass. I could see it fall. And it made the anticipation all the worse. My body tensed as I waited and waited and waited for the wax to drip and hit my skin. Sometimes it came fast. Sometimes it took longer. But regardless, it made me wetter and wetter as we progressed.

Each spot of hot wax was a focused hit on my nerves, sending jolts between my thighs. Each minute drip made me gasp.

And then he got a grin on his face that both turned me on and scared me. He got up and slipped out the door only to come back moments later with a cup of ice in his hands.

He took a piece and ran it over the wax covering my body. My muscles tightened at the sensations. I shivered and moaned as he pulled up a spot of wax and ran the ice over it. My skin was sensitive and the ice just intensified that. But he wasn’t content to simply tease me.

The hand holding the ice trailed down my body and slid against my lips. I shivered, this time from the cold.

“It’s too cold. No,” I told him. He quirked anĀ  eyebrow at me.

“We’ve never played with ice before have we…?” He grinned that insufferable grin of his, the one that says he gets pleasure in torturing me. He rubbed the ice against my clit and my body stiffened. It was so cold, but it felt so good. I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or keep going. Not that I really had a choice in that matter.

He slowly began sliding the ice inside me and I protested, trying to stop him. It was too cold and too intense. I breathed deeply, trying to control myself and keep my noises to a minimum. Suddenly it started feeling good. The ice made me hyper-aware of every movement of his fingers and I couldn’t control my body from twisting and turning in pleasure.

I lost it when he dripped some more wax on my body, his fingers still working in my soaking wet pussy. I was icey and on fire and so close to cumming and I didn’t know which way to think.

The rest is a blur. There was more wax and, his mouth teasing me and providing contrast to the ice. I think he forced two orgasms out of my body before deciding I was done. I was shaking and panting and wet and hot and cold all at once when he finally finished and blew out the candle.

Laying in bed the next morning, I could feel the spots on my back where the wax had burned me ever so slightly. And it only made me want to play with wax again.


[A photo taken by X. Probably my favorite photo of me ever. It's been edited to cut out the overly naughty bits.] Smart Balls

14 01 2009

36005Another wonderful sex toy review brought to you by the lovely me!

I have to begin by saying, to any woman out there reading this blog, buy some Smart Balls. Or a toy that’s like them. They are, to put it lightly, amazing. A toy designed to to strengthen PC muscles and in turn create stronger orgasms, is more than just weight training for your va-jay-jay. (Yes. I used it. Sue me. The word va-jay-jay makes me laugh.)It’s a toy that can be used to tease your self, or even be used during masturbation.

I personally absolutely LOVE these. When it comes to women’s sex toys I don’t think you can go wrong with the Smart Balls. The box they came in was classy and discrete, something I really do love when it comes to sex toys. I just think that having classy, just normal looking packaging removes the stigmatization from toys like this. It really annoys me when I hear people discuss how sex toys are so dirty. When you have packaging covered in hot, sexy, nude women it can be intimidating to women who don’t appreciate the female form as much as some of their peers. And it also just plays into the idea that sex toys are lewd or something. I don’t know. I have very conservative friends, so I heard the more conservative side of things.

But getting back to the toy. I really liked how the balls were connected not by a string or what not, but by the coating. So that they were one object rather than just two balls on a string. I know you can’t lose things in your vagina, but the idea of a string breaking still worries me. That can’t happen here. And the string to pull the two balls out is plastic coated so it won’t get nasty after a few uses.

The thing I really like about the Smart Balls is that once you put them in (a little lube is all you need) the little metal balls inside bounce around creating subtle vibrations. Now, I haven’t really noticed any change in my orgasms and I don’t think X has noticed a change in my tightness, so I can’t accurately tell you if they really do help in those two categories. But I can tell you they make doing kegels a lot more challenging and a lot more fun.

I put them in when I masturbate. Or rather, I never really intend to masturbate when I use them, but the vibrations they make while I go about my day make it impossible for me to leave them in for long. I get unbearably turned on. Which can be quite fun.

Overall I give this toy a 9 out of 10 for just being plain amazing.