HNT #2.1: Wax

15 01 2009

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The black wax was much hotter than the red………

Happy HNT everyone!





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.

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





Sextoy.com: 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.





Tonight

12 01 2009

I’m too tired to put up a real post tonight.

I saw X for the first time in 3 weeks today. To say it was fun is an understatement. I hurt right now. But in very good way. And I’m pretty sure I have wax still sticking to my skin. X brought his camera back and we took some fun pictures. They’re all currently on his computer so I can’t even post a teaser.

I’ll try to get a post up tomorrow sometime. ;)





New Home

11 01 2009

Some of you may have noticed my blog has moved a bit. I’m no longer a ‘.wordpress.com’ blog. Phaedra Fallen has it’s very own website. :)

Make sure you adjust your feeds and links and readers as needed. Though everything should just be redirected automatically.





Twins

9 01 2009

Did you all know I have an identical twin?

Mhmm. Mhmm. I do. Her name is Kara and she’s roughly 10 minutes older than me. She doesn’t go to the same University as me so I don’t get to see her terribly often. We talk a good deal though. I think I got the slut gene in my family because she’s far, far more innocent than I ever was. Despite only losing my virginity last year and not having very much experience myself, I was still a slut waiting to happen. I knew about everything and I couldn’t wait to do everything. Kara on the other hand, well. She’s had more boyfriends than I’ve had. I think the tally is 4 to 0. That might simply be because I tend to go for the jerks and she tends to go for the nice guys. Ick.

Well, nice guys haven’t gotten her very far. She’s still a virgin who thinks blow jobs are icky. Sigh. She takes being innocent a little to far, playing it up. I love her but it makes me gag a bit. That’s why X and I have devised a plan.

It’s a terrible, evil little plan, but we’ll both have fun with it. I basically am going to set him up with the opportunity to seduce my twin. I’m going to let him try to get in her pants and bring out the slut in her. I don’t know if it will actually work but I want him to try.

[Disclaimer: No. I do not infact have a twin. Yay for roleplaying. Thus, all sex/seduction will be consensual. Is it sad that I'm ungodly excited to take up a different persona? I need to convince X to do this more often.]





FAIL

8 01 2009

Sigh.

I rashly decided today that I wanted to be able to customize my site more. I am failing at this. Epically. I have NO clue what I’m doing and it’s just a tab bit frustrating. It’s also making me realize that I could prolly make a shit ton of money if I went to school for web design. I wish X was here so he could use his uber-ITness to help me out. But I have a feeling he wouldn’t really be that big of a help. Sigh. I need to stop jumping into things head first.





In Love

8 01 2009

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[Picture taken from the House of Worship webite. I take no credit]

I am in love with this dress.

One of my commenters on my post about corsets gave me the link to this website and oh. my. god. I fell in love as soon as I saw it. My second thought after seeing this dress was ‘if this was white or creame this would be my perfect wedding dress.’ If I ever end up getting married, that is.

So I’m saving this picture and website on the off chance that when I get married, I’ll have a big enough budget to inculde getting a similar dress.





Corset

8 01 2009

My first mistake was reading this post by Thursday’s Child.

One look at the gorgeous picture gracing the top of the post and it wasn’t hard to let myself begin to lust. Not after Thursday’s Child (though that would be easy to do) but after that corset. Or simply a corset in general. A tight fitting corset hugging my body, pushing my breasts up…..just the idea of it makes me feel seductive and sexy.

I informed X I wanted a corset. And I sent him the link to Thursday’s entry. He loved it. And I still loved the idea of a corset.

“I’d love to dominate you in that corset,” he told me after I sent him a link to the affordable corset on the Fredrick’s of Hollywood website. A poor college girl can’t be picky and get an expensive one. Even if she wants an expensive one terribly bad. Horribly bad.

“I’d tie you up,” he told me.

“And spank you hard.” I was squirming in my seat as each word popped up on my screen.

“Bite you, and kiss your back and neck.”

That’s all it took to get my mind wandering to dirty places. Places where I was kneeling on a bed, a corset tight around me. Where I’m pushed to the bed by a hand in my hair, told that I’m a dirty little slut who is going to love sucking the cock in front of me while I’m violated by another from behind.

And in a flash, the rolls are reversed. X is spreadeagled on my bed, hands and feet cuffed tight to the frame. His hard cock rest against his stomach, twitching slightly as I run the crop up and down his body. I run it across is his cock and I can hear him suck in a breath. Blindfold in hand, I reach up to stroke his hair in a comforting manner.

“Don’t worry slave, your Mistress will take care of you.”

The last image he sees before the darkness of the blindfold over takes him is his gorgeous Mistress standing over him. Her corset pushing her breasts up matching perfectly with the lacy thigh highs and fuck me heels that accentuate her long legs.

Sigh. I want. No. I need a corset. X said he take me to the nearest Fredrick’s on Sunday so I can procure a cheap one. But honestly, where does one look to find a quality one? I’m looking to save up simply because I won’t stop thinking about it until I get a high quality one.





6 Months

8 01 2009

Eeee!!!

This break has been hellish and I’m so glad to be back at school. But because of said hellish break, I totally missed my little blog’s 6 month birthday!!

January 1st was Phaedra Fallen’s 6 month birthday. This is exciting. And a lot has changed over six month.

-X broke my heart, I stopped talking to him, and I started talking to and sleeping with him again.

- I’ve aquired more sex toys than I thought I’d ever really own. :D

- I’d like to think I’ve grown maturity-wise as a person.

-I’ve learned how to squirt with the help of my wonderful best friend, X.

- I’ve lost friends over our differing views and morals.

- I’ve upped my partner count to a grand total of 2.

- I’ve had more men interested in me than I have had in my life.