Review – Vivid Girls Savanna Harness #1

♦ You should all know by now that I’m a huge fan of androgyny, that I’ve orgasmed in the past by borrowing Fractal’s cock. That I want my own cock, if just for a while, to play with.

So, you can imagine that I’ve been wanting a strap-on for a while, really. The problem is that they’re not exactly beginner’s equipment. There are so many different brands and styles and varieties out there that I didn’t want to pick something without a serious amount of thought.

When www.vibrator.com asked me to review another of their sex toys, this seemed like an excellent opportunity for a road test. I’ll be doing this review in sections because I don’t want to delay any longer after such a long test period and because there are so many different elements to strap-ons: comfort, solo use, aesthetics, penetration, the harness, the dildo… So, just bear with me.

We chose the Vivid Girls Designer Savanna Harness, for a number of reasons: a well-known brand, Vac-u-lock compatible, fits large waists, looks good and, finally, the Savanna had the most sensibly sized cock of the whole Vivid Girls range.

The package arrived discreetly, as always, and I was quite ridiculously excited. Like a little girl at Christmas. Or perhaps not quite a little girl, but you know what I mean. I was so excited to have ‘my cock’.

Assembly and Aesthetics

The strap-on came in number of pieces, with a nice diagram to explain how to put it all together. You’ve got the harness itself, the dildo itself, a baseplate and some powder lubricant. The harness has four straps: two which join around the waist and two which pass between the legs and attach at the back to the first set of straps, jock-strap style. The straps are tightened and attached by pulling them through two metal rings, which works surprisingly well; I haven’t had any unexpected loosening yet.

The harness has a hole in the centre of the front panel, behind which you place the baseplate. The plastic ‘prong’ of the baseplate sticks through and you then attach the dildo to it from the front by inserting the prong into the hole at the base of the dildo. This can be a bit tricky as it tends to stick, especially when trying to take the dildo part off, but that’s what the powder lubricant is for.

It’s easy enough to put on, though because the straps attach at the back you might want to get a glamorous assistant to help you since it’s mildly fiddly. That or a mirror. Once the straps are the right size you can just step out of it rather than detach and re-attach.

The harness looks nice too. The whole range is in pretty good colours too (I actually get the impression its the same harness each time): pale blue, pale green, pale purple and….pale pink, but we’ll skip over that. The white one is a nice subtle effect. You can almost forget it’s there to look at it. The dildo is also aesthetically very pleasant, though the see-through might seem strange to some. I like it. Quite original. And not pink.

Comfort-wise, it’s pretty good. The only real problem is that it gets quite sticky when you get quite hot and sweaty, which you can imagine would be happening a lot, and so it sort of sticks to your skin. Perhaps I have the straps slightly too tight or perhaps this kind of thing is quite normal, but either way I don’t really find it a problem. It just means you have to unpeel it from you when you’re done. Some might have a problem with that, but I actually find it mildly fun. Om nom nom, pleasure/pain! ;)

I find the cock doesn’t quite look as perky as I’d like. It droops bit, tip hanging slightly lower than in the photo above. I’d like a higher pointing ‘erection’, really. More jutting. But it’s a personal choice thing, really.

I suppose the last point I want to make about it without talking about it in use is about the smell. It is very strong. A sickly smell, too. Sweet and quite off-putting. Fractal at the very least had a very hard time tolerating it. He didn’t want to be near it, it travelled far and made the room smell funny and it also made your hands and genitals smell like it after touching them.

I don’t know if this is a problem with all strap-ons or even with all strap-ons of this material or whether it would in fact get much better with time or with repeated washing, but it is certainly a bit of a problem in the short -term. Whether it’s an inconvenience or deal-breaker is going to depend, though. Personally I could cope but I really wish I didn’t have to.

All in all, the harness is comfortable, the cock is pleasing, the assembly is easy and the look is good. On the other hand, it reeks to high heaven of the inside of a new plastic pencil case and may stick in the heat. That said, so far, so awesome. It’s possible I’m enchanted merely by the idea of having one, but I don’t think so. To me it seems that the Savanna Harness is a really decent strap-on, at least in terms of look, feel and ease of use.

But what about the fun I’ve had using it? How does it feel? Well, for that, you’ll have to wait just a bit…

To be continued… ♦

Blacksilk’s Fantasies #6 – The Lesson

♦ Here’s another of my fantasies from when my relationship with Fractal was dealing with a separation of several continents and countries. I don’t much get to be in charge these days, perhaps I’ll get around to that some time soon, but Fractal does still love the idea of me as his teacher, even if that is normally so he can take charge half way through ;)

This time, though, he’s all mine… ♦

♦ Recently you were decidedly naughty, teasing me into submission with my desire for you, and I have decided that the time is right to exact my sweet revenge. I enter my room from taking a shower, wearing nothing but wrapped in a towel. You raise your head from where you are sat and the wicked fire in your eyes shows that your wilfully teasing streak of late has still not subsided. You smile coyly, slowly licking your lips as you come towards me and kiss me passionately, your arms wrapping my body. You pull back and notice a stern look in my eyes.

“Turn around” I command, and you oblige. You stand there for some minutes, your mind racing as to what I could be about to do, your ears pick up only the slight susurration of fabric. You stand for some minutes, every second wondering when I will act, the anticipation and the unknowing driving you crazy. You feel a firm hand on your shoulder then, turning you back around to face me. I am dressed strictly, my hair tied back, my glasses perched sternly, wearing an above-the-knee skirt over what seem to be exotic stockings, and a white shirt, thin enough to show just a suggestion of my nipples. I circle you once, seeming to appraise you, undress you with my eyes.

“You have been very dirty,” I say sternly, drawing closer “you have been a very bad boy.” My body is now pressed against yours, my hand stroking your crotch area as I say “You have been letting your lusts command you. But now you will follow my commands. To the letter. Or it will go so much the harder with you. Am I understood?”. You answer yes, but I am not satisfied, “you will address me as ‘mistress’”. You reply again, this time correctly.

“You need to be taught a lesson, boy,” I say, “and I will be your teacher.” I hand you a little book where our fantasies have been written and then move to sit on the bed. “Read to me, and read well.” You reply with “yes, mistress” and begin to read from the book. As you are doing this you see me undo the first few buttons of my shirt and pull up my skirt slightly, as you realise I am wearing no underwear.

One of my hands starts to caress my nipple as you read me your passionate words, the other moves slowly as I masturbate, my eyes half closed as I listen. You continue to read and are finding it harder to pay attention to the words as I writhe, small moans escaping my lips as you finish the fantasy.

I lower my skirt, but leave my shirt half-open as I stand and shake my head firmly. “Your diction is terrible, you haven’t been doing your homework, filthy boy. Your lusts are interfering and your sinful ways must be corrected. Lower your trousers a little and come over here.” When you have done so I pull out from a drawer a tie and bind your hands behind you, telling you to lean over the desk, though leaving both your behind and your sex accessible.

“I think a private lesson is in order. You are running out of chances. Please me, or face the consequences.” I explain to you that I will give you a task: you must repeat over and over a simple tongue twister until I deem you to be satisfactory. However it will not be as easy as all that. For every perceived imperfection I will punish you, striking your behind firmly with the thin cane-like object I now pull from the drawer. You start to say the phrase, and for the first couple of cycles all is going well, until I move my hand round and take hold of your sex, starting to stroke and caress it. You begin to make tiny mistakes, and each time you do I bring the cane down on your buttocks, swiftly so that the feeling is an intense mix of extreme pleasure and a sharp sting.

You struggle on valiantly but my attentions to your genitals become more focused and after a moment, I turn you away from the desk, kneel before you and start to flick my tongue along the length and tip of your sex. Soon the punishments are coming frequently as you are too busy shuddering in pleasure as I kiss and nibble gently, switching now and then to passionate sucks and strokes of my tongue. This continues until you are almost ready to climax, when I halt, and command you to do the same.

I rise, drop the cane and stroke your behind for a moment, before giving it one last sting, this time by hand. “You disappoint me. Such a very dirty, filthy boy like you does not deserve such pleasure. Why should I continue to indulge you, when even such punishments will not tame you?” I start to move away and you drop to your knees, begging. “Please, mistress, one more chance. I beg you.”

I turn back, smiling wickedly, and you know now as I untie you that I never had any intention to end things yet. “Perhaps there is one way yet that you can regain my favour. Take off your clothes.” You do so, and I command you to lie on the bed. I remove my skirt, but leave my other clothes on. I straddle you then, my warm, moist sex against your hard one. I grind you for a moment and then let you enter me. Holding your arms down I writhe on top of you, pleasuring you with my movements, until you are again close to orgasm. As you approach it I slow, and do this several times, forbidding you to come. “You are an irredeemably naughty boy. You cannot be tamed. You must be punished often. And I like it that way.” I confess. As I say this, my motions become more intense as I finally allow you to climax.

As we move together, at the height of orgasm I bite you roughly on the neck, leaving a red mark. We lie exhausted then and I tell you “You take your punishment well. You are a good student after all. And you are mine.” ♦

♦ Fractal’s previous entries are: ‘X’, Sexy-Grr!, Summer Shower, Tomboy, Devil Girl and Whip.

Mine are: Punishment in Black, Doctors and Nurses, Tease, Quick Seduction and Honey ♦

Feast Your Eyes – Hallowe’en 2

♦ Life has been very busy and very full. I’ve plenty to write about and no time to write it. Huzzah! Oh wait. That other thing. Not huzzah.

In any case I did a Hallowe’en picture post last year so I may as well go for it again. Perhaps soon I’ll have five minutes and some energy to put aside for a proper proper post. ♦

Review – Durex’s Play Massage Mousse

♦ I turned over onto my front, my bare bottom arched slightly up as I lay, all but naked, on our bed. The room was a little cold and my skin a little chilled; goosebumps were scattered across my thighs. Fractal knelt next to me, admiring the leather jacket that was the only thing keeping me from shivering.

It felt good on. Another bargain from another charity shop: tight, shapely and tough, with smooth lines that encased my flesh, hugging and slightly restraining me.

I wiggled my hips out at Fractal provocatively and he reached for the matte can of massage mousse. It had been a long day for me anyway and relaxation was in order. A perfect opportunity to try out the Play Massage Mousse that Durex had sent me.

Sssssshhht!

The mousse squirted easily onto my skin with that soft, rustly, slurping noise so familiar to such spray cans. It was cold, but not shockingly so. A pleasant, ‘ooh’ sort of chill. I wriggled against the bed and Fractal started to smooth out the foamy, creamy mixture over my ass.

That felt very nice.

It wasn’t the most instantly erotic feeling in the world, but it felt very pleasant, relaxing and intimate. He massaged the mousse carefully and thoroughly, making sure to revisit his favourite areas, the foam making a sort of tchss-tchss noise as it spread. It sounded a fair bit silly, to be honest, and I couldn’t stop giggling.

Luckily, the mousse slowly calmed down into a liquid halfway between lube and massage oil. This was very soon spread down between my legs and into my pussy as my giggles turned to groans.

The spanks came quickly, though I can’t say whether or not the mousse made any difference to their intensity. I cried out as Fractal hit harder and faster, before letting my shudders overcome me.

So far, the mousse was doing fairly well. It wasn’t stupid-hot but it felt lovely, had a fun texture and smelt pleasant but not too strong.

The problem came when I followed my liberal use of it on Fractal’s cock, which he thoroughly enjoyed, with a little over-enthusiastic cocksucking.

Yech!

It tastes fucking awful. I mean just really, really bad. All cloying and chemical, like washing your mouth out with soap. Icky icky icky. And very, very off-putting.

I gave up on the cocksucking rather quickly, spluttering to get the taste of it out of my mouth. A bit of a mood killer, that. Nonetheless we carried on valiantly, Fractal easing me back onto the bed and slipping his still-moussed sex inside my own well-lubricated one.

At least, I say well-lubricated. Unfortunately in this case, that was pretty much all my doing. The supposed lubricant qualities of this 2-in-1 massage mousse and lube were almost nowhere to be seen. Put it this way, if you’re the kind of person who needs lube, you won’t get anything out of this. And frankly even as an ‘added bonus’ it doesn’t add much: too light and dries too quickly.

Don’t even think about using this for anal. Seriously.

Durex Play Massage Mousse is a fun product, sure. It’s squirty, flirty, it chills slightly and smells like any good beauty product might. It could be good in a play-fight, that’s for sure, but squirty cream still wins out there, because at least then you get to lick it off.

It tastes horrible, it sucks as a lubricant and it’s perhaps a mite too silly to be sexy. On the plus side, it’s different to your average sex product and the packaging doesn’t scream sex, if you consider this a pro. Which I don’t, though hardly a con.

The bottom line? Fun, relaxing and brilliant for a romantic, calming massage or a bit of a giggle. If you’re on the vanilla side of things it’s a fairly unintimidating place to start, as it is easily passed off as a beauty product and is not so risqué that it might threaten. However, it’s no good for people looking for a serious lube or wanting to anything too ‘adventurous’ (like, shock horror, blowjobs).

It really is just a slightly unusual massage lotion, I’m afraid. And for over six quid, not worth my money, personally. But not perhaps worth a look for a couple beginning to explore new ideas. ♦

Witticisms: the Art of Dressing Well

“A dress has no meaning unless it makes a man want to take it off.”

François Sagan

Commando

I was having trouble finding a decent pair of knickers to put under my skirt last week, so I didn’t wear any.

I pushed my bare toes into the soft, nude nylon of my tights and wriggled the delicate material up my calf carefully. I’ve taken to cutting my now long nails sharply recently, but that’s a tale for another time. All the better to claw you with, my dear.

I shimmied the tights up first one thigh, then the other. The gauzy, clingy fabric hugged my pussy as I let top snap back against my waist. The slight, healing nicks on my flanks, trophies from sexually-charged scuffles, reminded me of their presence by complaining petulantly of the friction.

They loved it really. I knew I did.

My hands teased the fresh skirt over my hips; the glossy lining was cool against my slowly heating flesh. The skirt was just long enough for comfort and just short enough to thrill. The back slit seemed to wink dangerously at me in the mirror.

As I left the house that morning, I felt the morning air wisp around my legs and the chill of the new day was no match for the heat rising up in my sex. It felt exciting. My own little secret, but with the slight hint of a fear/thrill that maybe, just maybe, everyone knew my dirty little shame.

The tingles as I walked to my bus were like those of going to meet a new lover for a brief afternoon of hot passion and hysterical paroxysms.

I chose my seat carefully.

Just above the wheel arch, where the vibrations whilst idling are best.

The hum of the engine felt extra sharp to my senses.

I spent the day wonderfully tensed up. Every swish of my skirt against my tights reminded me that I was bare underneath. Every breeze as a door swung shut reached up inappropriately to caress my naked sex.

Inappropriately… Something delicious about that word. Something delicious about the hidden lust caused by the hidden sin.

I thought dark, warm, silky thoughts on the way home. The day had been too long, but hardly dull. I was going home to my Fractal, who’d spent the whole day wondering whether I’d gone through with my plan. No peeking, honey, I’m getting dressed. You’ll have to guess.

As he turned me over on the bed not long after I arrived home, he got his answer. He’d suspected nothing less. But then, what fun would life be if we all played by the rules?

Soon I was handcuffed to the bedframe, legs spread wide with a metal bar. My nipples used as pseudo-reins as he pumped into me.

A simple omission of a garment. Oh, the fun it can provide.

Of course, the next time I let myself go commando, Fractal will be working alongside me. I wonder what new twist to the tale that will lend…

Makeshift

♦ I’m all for learning as much as I can fill my brain with on the finer techniques of sex, as you know. I yearn for new tricks and tips, enhanced sensations, recommended oils and lotions.

‘Tis good practice and I learned it from the best.

Fractal gave me copies of several of Anne Hooper’s books in the very early days of our relationship. He’d studied them in anticipation (and, to be frank, there’s something very hot about that very idea). I soon learnt the value of those lessons.

So, as I say, I don’t just leave sex to look after itself. Making an effort is important.

That said, some of the best sex I’ve ever had is so… unpracticed. Unrefined.

Last night I was feeling lurgified and went to bed early. Fractal came with me to settle me to sleep; fanciful thinking, as it turned out, when he told me that it was shame I was tired. He’d planned to surprise me with one of my favourite things. The jeans he wore touched bare skin. No pesky underwear in between. Just hard denim and soft skin, with the slow but sure addition of hard arousal as I told him he should spank me for troubling him.

The smacks came hard and fast. He’s become used to my tolerance for pain and these days has less qualms about providing it. He straddled my back, facing my bare behind. His jeans pressed into me. I moaned as he continued to strike, over and over.

When he’d sorely punished my ass he relented finally and dismounted, moving to lie next to me, spooning me.

His erection felt sublime through the rough fabric.

It wasn’t long before the fabric was no longer in the way.

I rubbed my ass back against his soft-skinned cock.

He slid it in between my cheeks.

I angled myself so that he slipped slowly, excruciatingly into me.

The sex was fraught, frantic. We needed each other. He felt amazing as he thrust into my helplessly wriggling body. I’m not sure how ‘orthodox’ a position this is, but it soon got less so. Twists and turns of our bodies as we desperately, clawingly sought better angles meant that we were a tangle of limbs and lust.

He breathed heavily as I gasped and we both grew closer and closer to climax. I raced ahead, as usual, greedy to get more than my fair share.

There’s something wonderful about that jumble of flesh. I love the way we’re happy to ignore the aesthetics of it and pant and flail and manoeuvre into whichever odd positions increase the sensations. Sort of organic sex, or at least the kind of organic there was before hippies stole the word.

My legs were wrapped around his, my body almost perpendicular to his. He had a warm hand on my breast whilst mine was behind his head, fingers plunged into his thick hair.

His cock was rigid, rampant, driving like a piston into me.

I moaned into another orgasm as he joined me in the crescendo, his come spilling out and up into me before soaking the base of his sex and the nexus where our two bodies made their pleasure.

Unpracticed. Unrefined. Unforgettable. ♦