Review: Aria Hue G G-spot Vibrator

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The Aria Hue G is a fantastic toy at a fantastic price. Made by Blush Novelties this vibrator is waterproof, features 5 different vibration patterns, five different speeds, and is made of phthalate free silicone. And it is under $30! It isn’t rechargeable, but I wouldn’t expect it to be either at that price point. But the battery life off of two triple A batteries is pretty good so that honestly didn’t bother me much.

This particular toy comes in several colors including Cerise Pink, Plum Purple, Tangerine Orange & Lime Green (I opted for the green and it is super vibrant; I love it!) and I love that it comes in colors other than just pink or purple. Brightly colored, multi hued toys are one of my favorite things and the Aria line of toys by Blush Novelties nails it. To get into some specifics the toy itself is 6.29 inches long with 5 inches of that being insertable. It’s 1.39 inches around make this an easy to use toy especially if you like smaller toys or are perhaps intimidated by larger sex toys.

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Also the Aria Hue G is QUIET. Like I can hold it in my hand on the highest setting and it isn’t making any detectable noise that I can hear kind of quiet. Great for anyone who needs or wants a little privacy when it comes to their toys. This is a big deal for me since I live in an apartment and some toys are just too loud to use when the neighbors are home.

Now in my case I normally like much stronger vibrations than a battery operated toy could typically provide, but in this case the toy just seemed to hit a sweet spot. It was a tease to my clit getting me oh so close to an orgasm, yet not quite there, but inserting it into my vagina and fucking myself with it was a whole different ball game. I could feel the vibrations in all those delicious nerve ends and the bulbous head hit my g-spot just right. Orgasm city you guys, seriously. It was also great to position it it against my g-spot and let it rumble away until I came again. This toy packs more of a punch than I expected it to, both because of its low price and being battery operated. Just goes to show that I shouldn’t prematurely judge a sex toy based on looks alone. One thing I didn’t like about the toy is just how flexible it is. It made using it a challenge at first until I was able to adapt to how it moved inside of me as I thrusted, especially if I was moving quickly. But I can see how some people might find this an advantage as they can get a little more leverage to press against their g-spot.

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All in all this toy is worth the investment if you’re just dipping your toes into the sex toy pond. I also think it would be good for someone who has never used a sex toy before because it is rather unassuming and while the shape and size certainly give it away for what it is, it is easy enough to store out of sight because it isn’t a large toy. If you’d like to purchase the Aria Hue G G-spot Vibrator, check it out on peepshowtoys.com for $27.99 or look for it at your favorite body safe sex toy retailer.

Peepshow Toys sent me the Aria Hue G in exchange for a fair, honest, and unbiased review. There are affiliate links used in this post.

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Wicked Wednesday 285 – (From Texting To Sex)

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She followed him to his place, wondering, as she drove, what the hell she was doing. She’d met the man via text message for goodness sake and he seemed to want her to submit to him sexually. “Not happening,” she muttered to herself.

As he lead her to his place he wondered at his good fortune of finally meeting a woman who intrigued him so much, one that he wanted, and could almost see himself spending a long time with, assuming that she’d let him get that close. Even now, he wasn’t sure if she had agreed because she wanted him or wanted to fuck or both.

He pulled into the drive with her right behind him and he knew just how he was going to launch their sexual adventures. He led her inside and gave her a brief tour, keeping a gentle hand on her at all times until he felt her relax which meant he could show her the bedroom. It wasn’t anything outrageous or spectacular, but he wondered how she’d react to being in there, especially after the kisses they had shared previously. His intuition was proven correct as she gave him a wicked grin and bounced onto his bed. “Well, you talked into coming home with you. Now what?”

Slowly he advanced towards her, peeling off his t-shirt as he came closer and unsnapping his jeans a few steps later. Before he reached the bed he was left only in his boxers and grinned at her. “Now what indeed, sweet girl. Shall I undress you too?” She gave a low chuckle and tossed off her t-shirt revealing a simple bra before sliding off the bed to undo her pants as well. Shimmying her hips the denim fell to her feet and she stepped out of them and spun around to show off her ass in a set of boy shorts that did wonderful things for her. He had been anticipating this all the way home so seeing her mostly nude was enough to make him rock hard and ready.

Quickly his arms wrapped around her and jerked her closer for another deep tongue tangling kiss. She moaned and pressed against him, entwining her fingers in his ebony hair. Easily he lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around his waist holding onto him tightly. They were right at the edge of the bed and could’ve easily gotten comfortable there, but there was something hot and primal about feeling her all wrapped around him, the way her ass felt with he cupped it in his hands and squeezed gently. She writhed at his touch, squirming to be closer to him, her fingers tugging lightly at his hair. Finally he did lay her back on the bed and knelt at her feet his hands skimming up her legs to her underwear. He teased her inching closer to the juncture of her thighs and she leaned up to watch him, her hazel eyes full of wanting. “I want you to fuck me. Now.” She was again a bit brash and straight to the point and he smiled at her. “What if I tell you no?” “Then what am I doing here?” she countered. To which he nodded, planted kisses on either of her thighs and as she finished stripping so did he.

His hands reached for her breasts and pinched her nipples, making her cry out softly. Her legs were spread for him and he groaned with delight as he watched her reach down and slide one finger into her pussy then bring it up to her mouth and suck her juices from it. It reminded him of that first meeting at the coffee shop. As he grabbed a condom, she played with herself her eyes never leaving his face. Another moan escaped her lips and he realized that she was already on the edge of an orgasm. He paused and watched her fingers dancing across her clit, dipping into her pussy now and then, and she arched an eyebrow. “What are you waiting for?” Her voice was breathy and sexy and wanting and he smiled again. “I want to watch you come first.” And her fingers focused on her clit rubbing and teasing and sometimes pinching. She began to thrust her hips ever so slightly into the air and there was the orgasm he had hoped to see. Her head thrown back with a low moan and her body trembling. It was then that he slid inside of her and that moan grew louder as he felt her wetness tighten around him. “Yes! Fuck me and I’ll come all over your cock.” His strokes were not slow and steady but fast and hard and that seemed to be just what she wanted as her legs wrapped around him once more and pulled him tighter against her. He buried himself as deep as he could with each thrust and before long he could feeling her shaking beneath him. He stared into her wide eyes and whispered her name. The dam broke and her orgasm simply didn’t seem to stop as he fucked her. He felt his own orgasm building and grabbed onto her hips, driving himself faster and faster. With a roar of pleasure he came as her pussy gripped him hard and tight. They locked eyes again. “That was fucking amazing.” “You’re fucking amazing.” And he kissed her hungrily before rearranging them both so they were laying on the bed properly. “Give me a few minutes and we can do that again.” She veritably purred with delight and kissed him. Suddenly she was very glad that she had said yes.

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Evie tilted her head back enjoying the hot spray of water over her body. She lathered up, paying special attention to her perky tits and smooth vulva. She wanted to be fresh and clean when Pat got home. She was horny and just wanted him to fuck her senseless. Stepping out of the shower she dried off and wrapped her wet hair in a towel. She was impatient for Pat to get home. Her pussy was already dripping and she slipped a finger inside herself to taste her own juices. So sweet. She was combing out her damp hair when she heard the front door open and grinned wickedly at the thought of her husband coming upstairs to her. Hearing Pat’s tread on the stairs she stepped into the door way with a come hither stare and Pat drank her in, reveling in the voluptuous, nay Rubenesque, curves of her body. A beautiful sight indeed.

Before she could get a word out of her mouth he was kissing her roughly, then slowly, holding her tightly against him, wrinkling his suit. She pressed against his shoulders trying to get his suit jacket off so she could undress the rest of him, but he wasn’t having it. He walked her backwards until she was pinned between him and the edge of the bed. “No…I don’t have time to take my suit off. Instead, you’re going to suck my cock and then I want to fuck you, just like the good little slut you are for me.” Evie shuddered and gave him a once over, appreciating the sharp cut of his suit and gave a playful tug on his tie. “Yes, Mr. Fredricks, anything you say Sir,”

Immediately they had dropped themselves into a role play of slutty secretary getting fucked by her boss, no matter that the setting was wrong or that Evie was already naked. Mr. Fredricks pushed Evie down onto the bed so she was sitting almost at eye level with the bulge in his pants. “Well, what are you waiting for? Take it out and suck it,” he growled at her. Evie grinned and took her time undoing his belt, making him wait just a teeny bit longer before she freed his cock and wrapped her plump lips around the head of it and sucked it down hard right into her throat and swallowed for him. He groaned and pulled back a little before resting his hands on the sides of her face and began thrusting again, letting her swallow each time he slid down her throat. It only took a minute or so before he was ready to come, but he wanted to fuck her before he did. “Stand up and bend over.”

Evie hurried to comply with his request wanting his cock inside of her as badly as he needed to put it there. He pushed her further down than she had bent and slipped his cock into her wet, tight pussy gritting his teeth as she fluttered her muscles around him. Then he fucked her hard and furious. Evie knew if she didn’t catch up with his need he’d come without her so she reached down and began to rub her clit in not so gentle circles and moaned feeling him sliding in and out of her so close. Her hips began to buck in time with his as they both rushed to an orgasm that would leave them both breathless. It hit Evie out of the blue and she cried out her body frozen as Pat fucked her through the orgasm she was having and into the beginnings of a second one before he lost control and slammed his hips against hers as his own orgasm overtook him.

KOTW – Cutting/tearing off clothes (Memento)

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I’d never really given the idea of tearing or cutting clothing off during sex much thought. I’d never had a partner try it and despite reading about it in plenty of erotica it didn’t really catch my eye. Besides, I reasoned, why would I want to ruin a perfectly good pair of cute panties or a good shirt?

And then it happened. The very first time I had sex with a certain partner I got a little wild and while I didn’t tear their clothing completely off, I did rip the shoulder out of the t-shirt that they were wearing. I was in such a head space that I didn’t recall it at the time, but I was told about it later with a laugh. I was also told to just pitch the shirt as it was (obviously) now ruined. Instead I kept the shirt and put it on the next night when I got home from work. I wasn’t sure if that encounter would be our only one and if it was then I was keeping the shirt as a memento of some of the best sex I’ve ever had (maybe even the best.)

It is years later and I still have that shirt, and the partner, if anyone is wondering. I’ve worn it to dye my hair so now it had purple spots on it, it has food stains that never quite came out, it’s old and tattered and I refuse to part with it. I actually almost cried when I got hair dye on to be honest. It is just a little thing, but it means so much to me that I can’t bring myself to part with it. It will forever be a piece of my history that is etched in my brain in flashes and snippets and moments of clarity and that is something that I cherish completely.

Wicked Wednesday 284: Telephone (Textual Context)

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It was an unknown number that popped up with the text message.”Hello sweet girl.” She frowned at the message and replied, “Who is this?” It took a few moments for a reply to arrive, but when it did the picture was of a handsome man she recalled having met at a recent gathering. She had not, however, given him her number, nor given him any inclinations that she was interested. So how had he gotten her number (a friend) and why was he interested in her?

“Because, my dear, you intrigue me. And I like a good puzzle. You seem so tough on the outside, all brash and wild, but I think, on the inside, you want someone to hold you close and let you relax and perhaps even submit.”

“And I think you’re fucking crazy.”

“Maybe so, but maybe not. Are you willing to take that chance though? Or would you rather miss out?”

“I’m not missing out on anything, thank you.”

Every few days the pair shared a message exchange with him trying to cajole her into meeting with him, at least for coffee. He wanted to sit down with this woman and talk to her. He learned bits and pieces about her through text messages, like guessing her favorite color one day or finding out that she had a cat. Little, trivial things. Eventually he expected he’d wear her down or she’d block his number, but he never knew which. After several months of their back and forth she agreed to meet him for coffee, but only coffee. She pulled up to the shop and walked in glancing around to see if he had beat her there. She didn’t see him so she turned to leave as she figured her attempt had been made. Not her fault he wasn’t there at the agreed upon time. She spun on her heel only to bump right into him. And the picture he’d sent did not even come close to doing him justice. He was taller than her with dark, commanding eyes and short black hair. She wasn’t exactly short and her hair was blonde and punky with flashing hazel eyes. He grinned. “Leaving so soon?”

He took her arm and steered her to a table before going up to get coffee for them. He had learned she liked a good mocha with double whip cream. His choice was a more basic latte. When he returned he sat down and simply stared at her for a long moment. She arched an eyebrow and then very deliberately ran a finger through the whipped cream on her drink, sucking it off her finger, never breaking eye contact with him. He smiled. “See, brash indeed, your haircut says you’re a little wild, but that, that right there just calls for someone to bend you over their knee for a good spanking.” “I don’t think so,” her words were sharp and biting and made him chuckle. The rest of the date was full of such back and forth.

When her phone dinged shortly after she got home and she saw it was him she audibly groaned. Sure, she was attracted to the man, but she wasn’t the submissive type and she knew it. But she couldn’t help a smile when she saw it.

“Did you make it home OK sweet girl?”

“Of course I did. I’m not some shrinking violet who can’t handle herself alone.”

Again messages were exchanged and they learned more about one another as well as slowly becoming more intimate with him pushing and she finding herself wanting to answer. She didn’t think about what this might mean. She didn’t want to so she shoved it from her mind and pretended it was all a game. Little did she know how big the stakes were.

One day a multi-hued bouquet of carnations showed up at her job with a note. ‘Dinner. Tonight. 6:30 PM at the Landmark. The Landmark, she thought; he was really pulling out all the stops suddenly, but she wasn’t missing up a chance for a good order of Clams Casino so she freshened up after work and was waiting at the restaurant in her car by 6:20. At 6:25 he tapped on the window and she slid from the car. They enjoyed a nice dinner without quite so much sniping back and forth this time, just real conversation and at the end of the night he issued her a challenge. “So, I know you’re not submissive from what you keep telling me, but if I dared you to go to the ladies room, remove your panties, and bring them back to me at this table, what would you say?” She stared him down evenly and replied, “I’m not wearing any.” He threw his head back laughing for a minute. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to come home with me?” “I’m sure,” came the dry response. And then a quieter, “Thank you for the flowers, they were lovely.” “I’m glad you liked them,” he smiled and they left to go their separate ways.

Again he checked to see if she made it home OK and again she had a scathing response ready. At this point even she enjoyed their repartee, even if she occasionally found him infuriating. They began to see one another with more frequency and finally during a walk through a local hiking trail he pushed her against a tree and gave her a split second to say no before he kissed her. There was no thought to her actions, but her arms were around his neck almost instantly and holding onto him. They were both a little shocked when he pulled away from her. “And here I thought you didn’t like me.” She just shrugged and kept walking, a response he had expected. But as they came back through he pushed her against the same tree and kissed her again, refusing to let her just walk away from it this time. He traced his hands down the sides of her body. “Come home with me. Just say yes sweet girl.”

She smiled at the nickname he’d given her and finally after months of waiting, she said yes.

Review: Tantus Cush O2

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I won my Tantus Cush O2 in a contest and am so lucky to have gotten it. It is part of Tantus’ Dual Density line that is made with a harder core and a softer outside, still using their 100% platinum grade silicone formulation. This Dual Density formula gives it a nice softness to it that makes for an excellent experience. That softness also left me squeezing the tip of it like a stress ball and giggling while I did it. The dildo itself is 7 inches long and 1.75 inches in diameter. It is also phthalate free, hypoallergenic, and easy to clean with several different options being available including boiling, bleaching, or tossing it in the dishwasher.

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I’m usually very picky about dildos because they don’t always give me an orgasm like I’m hoping for, but this particular one has become a go to for my masturbation sessions when I’m not testing other toys. The silicone has a matte finish and some drag to it, but that is fixed with a dollop of water based lube and I’m good to go. Despite the Cush’s seemingly impressive size the tapered head allows for easy insertion and the two ridges on the shaft feel really, really good. They hit my the front wall of my vagina and my g-spot one after the other and just rock my world like no other dildo has been able to do. I would suggest this toy for anyone who likes a lot of g-spot stimulation and enjoys the fullness of a larger dildo that will fill you right up. For me it feels especially good when paired with a small clitoral vibrator.

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Love those ridges!

The Cush O2 is also harness compatible so it has excellent potential for using it with a partner and the base is large enough that if you’re not using it with a harness it is easy to hold onto and thrust at the same time which again makes it really nice for partnered use. Also, because the surface is relatively firm this dildo doesn’t seem to need a lot of lube for me and if the base gets lube on it, it doesn’t slip from mine or my partner’s grasp at all. It is not suction cup or vibrator compatible, but neither of those were a problem for me.

All in all, I can’t find anything truly negative about this dildo, unless it is that it picks up dust, lint, cat hair, etc very, very easily, but that is a problem with a lot of silicone toys so I don’t seriously count that as a bad thing necessarily. It just needs a quick wash before using and then you’re all set. You can purchase the Cush O2 directly from Tantus for $84.06 or from your favorite body safe sex toy retailer.

Wicked Wednesday 283 – Memory Lane (Traumatic)

WARNING: This post is about sexual assault and rape and may be triggering for some readers. Please take care of you and if you’re worried about this causing a problem feel free to skip this post. Love, Livvy

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When I told my ex-husband I wanted a divorce, he asked me why and I simply told him I was gay. There was far more to the story than that, but that’s for another time. He took this declaration of mine as a personal challenge. His stance included a suicide threat that was nothing more than attention grabbing, but far worse than that was the quickly escalated abuse.

He wouldn’t have penetrative sex with me because I had immediately stopped taking my birth control in order to avoid just such a thing happening, but he wanted something so he grabbed me by the hair and forced me to give him a blow job. I choked and gagged and eventually he grew disgusted with me and threw me back across the bed. I honestly thought he was going to physically harm me at that point. If things had stopped there it might have been OK for me. I might have mentally been able to get over that particular incident (although I’d put up with years of such treatment.) But that wasn’t the end of it.

Several days later he found me nude in our bedroom. He asked me if he could perform oral sex on me and I said no. I found this to be an odd request given how he’d never liked doing so before now. But when I said no he kept pushing and trying manipulate me into giving in. Finally (and to my shame) I did. Why? Because I just wanted it to stop. Later I learned of the term coercive rape and that is what had happened to me there. I didn’t even have the courage or ability left in me to fight back and stand up for myself. I felt so defeated and broken. I felt like it was my fault for a very long time and it has taken years for me to learn and understand otherwise

These are two memories that will stick with me, and haunt me, for the rest of my life. Sometimes I still wake up crying. It took some time before I would let my current partner see me naked and more before I was OK with oral sex again. I try to remember these good times when the bad ones come rushing back. It helps. So does talking about it.

But today I’m writing about it largely to get the term coercive rape out there. For all the people who were pressured, badgered, and manipulated into a sexual act that they didn’t want, you’re not alone. And it isn’t or wasn’t your fault. If you’re suffering or struggling, please seek help. Talk to a counselor, a trusted friend, your pastor…whoever you can open up to (I know that’s hard), but it helps the healing process. I’ve struggled with opening up and I rarely go into detail about this if I do talk about it. I use euphemisms and subtle hints and references, but rarely do I say anything words related to sexuality out loud. I just don’t have it in me to do so.

And I know these are terrible memories to share and I hope that my readers will forgive me, but I needed to talk about this as I do every so often, because even after half a decade I am still trying to process it all, still trying to cope. I don’t know if I’ll ever be better, but I’ll be stronger eventually.