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Guest blog: Bimbofication – being dumb makes me cum
Confession: I had absolutely no idea what bimbofication was until @JenetalTorture pitched me a guest blog on it. I now know it’s a kink all about being turned into a bimbo – ordered to act up to a pastiche of a stereotype of a particular kind of femininity. And frankly, I totally get it. If I’m honest, my favourite way to learn about a brand new kink is to read something Jen has written about it. See also erotic hypnosis and pony play for examples, then scroll down to read today’s intensely sexy tale of bimbofication…
Three reasons you should buy a Zumio
I’ve written about the Zumio before, and it’s rare that I cover a sex toy more than once (unless it’s a sex machine or is made by Doxy or is something I’ve lovingly customised like the Fleshlight Launch… oh OK I guess I do cover lots of sex toys more than once) but this is one of the best sex toys I have ever owned, and it just came down in price – from $140 to $98, and I have three stories about the lengths I will go to if I am deprived of Zumio action which I’ve been itching to publish for a while. It’s a fun, fuckable, now slightly-more-affordable sex toy, and I am powerfully in lust with it, so let’s get stuck in: three reasons why you should buy a Zumio.
Guest blog: Squirting – a penis owner’s odyssey
I know that Jenby (aka @JenetalTorture) needs no introduction, because you’ve already read her incredible accounts of pony play, e-stim, erotic hypnosis and more by now. But still. STILL. I need to tell you, for the avoidance of any doubt, that this new guest blog gave me a pretty intriguing biology tutorial as well as all the sexy shivers, and I am honoured to be able to host it today. Here’s Jenby’s intense and kinky account, as a transfeminine person, of her first time squirting…
He can’t come and I don’t care
He can’t come. Not now. It’s three in the morning and we’re both exhausted. He can’t come. But I sit on his cock anyway.
“When I count down to one you will come for me”
“I’m going to count backwards from ten, and when I reach one you’re going to come for me. Got it?” She gets it. But she doesn’t get it. The things she has done in her mind have never prepared her for something like this: to be able to come at the sound of his voice. The numbers alone. The tick of his verbal clock counting her down to one, and up to a climax. But she isn’t one to refuse a challenge.
This story contains some fairly intense BDSM/dominance, and fantasies of implied non-consent.