♦ Well, last year I gave you some festive saucy pictures, but the very next day you…. no, wait, that’s a terrible reference. In any case, this year, to save you from…wait, I mean this year here are some more. Phew. Just about got through that without incident :P

I’m going to be enjoying myself at a Christmas burlesque this year before spending the period with friends and family. Should be great.

In any case, hope they warm you up on a cold winter night. A very merry Christmas to you all and I hope you have a great New year too! ♦

♦ I had sex with you, or so I imagined. The reality was much different. Linoleum cold on the soles of my feet. Bare, blank, wafer-thin walls making a cell and a sanctuary around my exposed body. The swish of smart skirts caught my ears and my breath, as outside the cubicle the world hissed by without me, business-like.

A warm hand put paid to the chills dancing on my chest. Your hand. Your hand wearing my flesh.

The porcelain is cold against my back as you slip into me. My hands are busy. My mind too.

We fuck, my eyes caressing the internal image of your face. It is misty, obscured by the haze of illusion and ecstasy. My fingers skid over my skin, pulse clattering into crescendo as I come, remembering how it is to be with you.

You are absent, of course. I’m alone with my thoughts and my lusts. Still… it felt like you were here in me.

And I will have you soon. ♦

♦ Though I bat for team ‘B’ of the LGBT movement, I’ve always felt a tiny bit mixed about Peter Tatchell. On the one hand, he’s a tireless and stalwart campaigner for LGBT rights in the UK and elsewhere, on the other he has the tendency to occasionally get a little over-sensitive and a little rabid. On the third hand, he wants independence for Cornwall and he has the cojones to have attempted to arrest Robert Mugabe, which is pretty much the deciding vote in favour of Win.

In any case, he’s spot on in his support of a recent issue involving sexual discrimination and the right to recognition of loving partnerships by the state. Only this time, it’s not about the gays.

Tom Freeman and Katherine Doyle, a heterosexual London couple, have just been refused for a civil partnership on the grounds that: “Part one of the Civil Partnership Act 2004 states that a civil partnership is a relationship between two people of the same sex and therefore we would not be able to take notice of your proposed civil partnership.”

The couple has basically been refused from participating in a legal institution on the grounds that they are the wrong sexuality. Oh dear, oh dear. You’d have thought we’d have learned something by now. What happened to equality regardless of sexual orientation or identity? Oh, that’s right, we never quite got it.

Ask most people, (indeed, ask the government) and they’ll probably tell you that civil partnerships grant the same rights and responsibilities as marriage. In many ways they do, dealing with property, benefits, children, insurance, death, etc. It’s got me thinking, though, about a number of ways in which they differ.

For a start, religious services and locations are banned from the signing of a civil partnership. No prayers, no mention of the Invisible Sky Fairy, no churches, no priests. No God while you gay.

Alright, so religion and homosexuality aren’t always the best of friends, but I’m sure there are plenty of gay couples who would want a religious element and plenty of religious figures and institutions who would be happy to provide one (the Quakers, at least, seem keen). This essentially strips gay couples of a fundamental right, banning them from expressing their religion on their happy day in the same way as straight marrying couples.

Secondly, adultery is not considered a valid reason in itself for divorce in a civil partnership, as opposed to in marriage. This one, I really don’t get. The cynic in me can only feel that I wouldn’t be entirely off the mark to suggest that maybe, just maybe, this smacks of some rather negative views of gay relationships. Why would the government feel adultery is grounds for a straight couple but not a gay couple? Do they, whether consciously or not, somehow believe that a homosexual relationship is more fraught with promiscuity? I hope not.

Thirdly, the name of the thing. A rose by any other name may smell as sweet, but why confuse the matter? If civil partnerships and marriage are supposed to provide the same service to couples, why the differing names? This one, at least, is easier to answer. In discussing the bill, my very favourite Jacqui Smith was quoted as saying that civil partnerships would recognise “the legal difficulties and sensitivities that perhaps not everybody in this Committee may share but certainly many people with religious views would share, about the particular historical traditions of marriage that might make it inappropriate for there to be same-sex marriages”.

Ah, I see. Somebody is worried about rocking the boat. We mustn’t let the gays use the term ‘marriage’ because it might make the baby Jesus cry. And not just the baby Jesus, but also anyone with their heads so entrenched in the past that they can’t cope with progression and change in society. We’ve got to ‘protect the traditional definition of marriage’. Things that seemed traditional and right once are obviously still just and wonderful, which explains why women take up embroidery after marriage and no-one has ever married across races or below their station.

Things change. Society progresses. We realise that the ideas we used to hold may now no longer apply. We used to ban homosexuality in its entirety. These days, gay couples are allowed to show their love for each other, but they still don’t have all the rights of straight couples. Likewise, straight couples are now being told that they cannot choose a civil partnership over marriage.

Tom Freeman and Katherine Doyle have their own personal reasons for not wanting a ‘traditional’ marriage. To be fair, the concept of marriage does come with a lot of baggage, much of which is rather unappealing. What they have also said is that they refuse to get married until gay couples have the right to do the same, until the law recognises both heterosexual and homosexual relationships equally and without segregation.

And this is the point, in the end. What difference is there between a straight couple and a gay couple? Nothing but their sexuality and their biology.

Marriage is something I’m a wee bit ambivalent on, since I fail to see why the government should care who I love, who I sleep with or who I trust my life to, no matter what the gender. We need to keep traditions, religions and emotions separate from legal status and give anyone the right to bind themselves legally to whomever they please, subject to informed to consent.

Failing that, I’ll settle for everyone getting the same treatment, allowing gays to marry and straights to form civil partnerships, should they so wish. ♦

Rori at Between my Sheets recently had the huge task of sorting over 150 nominations to come up with a list of the Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2009. The list started in 2008 and is now in its second year, being such a great success that she’s making it annual.

So, without further ado…. Here’s the top 100!

1. Coquitten (website)
2. Alexa (website)
3. AAG (website)
4. Bad, Bad Girl (website)
5. TBK (website)
6. Mistress Matisse (website)
7. Miss Mia (website)
8. Thursday’s Child (website)
9. Roger (website)
10. Sinclair (website)
11. Sylvanus…
12. and Mina (website)
13. Natt Nightly (website)
14. Jake (website)
15. Lyn (website)
16. Adriana Ravenlust (website)
17. Sexy Sadie (website)
18. Shay (website)
19. Lilly (website)
20. Nadia (website)
21. Joan Price (website)
22. Madison (website)
23. Anal Amy (website)
24. Z (website)
25. Essin Em (website)
26. Easily Aroused (website)
27. Blacksilk (website)
28. Sleeping Dreamer (website)
29. Melen…
30. and rayne…
31. and Master KKT…
32. and cinnamon (website)
33. That Toy Chick (website)
34. Red (website)
35. Tom Allen (website)
36. Vix (website)
37. Coy Pink (website)
38. Lady Pandorah (website)
39. BackseatBoohoo (website)
40. Epiphora (website)
41. Aurore (website)
42. Miss KissThis (website)
43. Storm (website)
44. Ron Jazz (website)
45. Josie Jacobs (website)
46. Distracted (website)
47. Deviant Dyke (website)
48. Joanna Cake (website)
49. Sapphire Jay (website)
50. Sarah (website)
51. Kimberly (website)
52. Duchess (website)
53. Figleaf (website)
54. The Caged Songbird (website)
55. Kaya (website)
56. Ms. Justine (website)
57. Luka (website)
58. Ang (website)
59. Perverted Negress (website)
60. Harlot (website)
61. Vixen (website)
62. Anakin…
63. and Padme (website)
64. Wilhemina (website)
65. Axe (website)
66. Amber (website)
67. Lucy Vonne (website)
68. Rogue (website)
69. SSS (website)
70. Kyle (website)
71. Amorous Rocker (website)
72. Sera (website)
73. Lolita Wolf (website)
74. Elle (website)
75. Scarlet St Syr (website)
76. Charlotte Thorpe (website)
77. An Unassuming Girl (website)
78. Maymay (website)
79. True Pleasure (website)
80. Bad Influence Girl (website)
81. Diva (website)
82. Raven Quince (website)
83. Autumn (website)
84. Vanilla Impaired (website)
85. Wil (website)
86. Robin (website)
87. Panthera Pardus (website)
88. Ell (website)
89. Miss Communication…
90. and Captain Pants…
91. and A.E. (website)
92. Roxy (website)
93. Secretly Naughty (website)
94. Abby Williams (website)
95. Subheart (website)
96. Sequoia Redd (website)
97. Innocent Loveboy (website)
98. Liljgrrl…
99. and Nawa*G (website)
100. YOU! As always that last person on the list is you. Please, please, please leave a comment below promoting your own blog (or the blog of someone you love). Links are welcome, as long as they lead us to a sex-related blog, not a retail website or porn aggregation site.

I seriously, seriously can’t believe I got so high on the list! Awesome! I figure 27th is not a bad placing for my first year and in a year where I really haven’t been giving the blog as much attention as I should or as I’d like. Hopefully that’ll get better soon.

But yeah, woohoo! Go me! Thanks very much to LadyPandorah for nominating me and to Rori and her panel for putting me in 27th place! Go check out both of their sites and tell ‘em Blacksilk sent ya ;)

♦ 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 a 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… ♦

♦ 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 ♦

♦ 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. ♦

♦ 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. ♦

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

François Sagan

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…