29 Pearls In Your Kiss...

Worth the Wait (A Brief Respite from Our Silence)

2011-10-30T17:47:00.001-04:00

This seems like such a silly little reason to post, but I just had to share my exciting news. I just completed an order on EdenFantasys for the Njoy Eleven. I have been saving for MONTHS to purchase this toy. Thankfully, through Edens incredible points program, a blog testimonial incentive, and a HUGE sale on this item, I purchased this beauty for $38.21. It is originally $300 and was on sale for $225. The rest was paid in points and gift cards. I am so excited! I absolutely LOVE the Njoy Pure Wand. Although I cannot orgasm with only the wand, when accompanied by a vibe of my choice, the wand provides the most incredible and Daniel-like releases to date. I love the fact that a toy can ALMOST replicate what he does for me. These can never replace him, but it's nice to have as close as possible when I play alone. Not to mention how much fun they are when he's actually around! Hooray for bargain shopping!

Riding...

2011-08-20T14:33:00.002-04:00

Hiking my short sundress over my hips I straddled Daniel's hips as he lay prone on the bed. I had just frantically ripped his jeans from his body and I had lost my panties earlier to give his wandering hands a chance to make me ready for him. I could feel my slippery wetness on the skin between us as I took my place above him. In one smooth move his cock parted my pussy and scraped my g spot as I settled down in his lap. Grinding my hips downward I could feel the friction on my clit and my juices spreading between us.

My dress was unzipped down the front to under the bust line, both breasts ripped awkwardly from my bra. Dangling over his mouth Daniel tried to catch a nipple as I rode him. It was almost comical how my gyrations kept them just out of reach. Undeterred, his teeth found skin and he roughly sucked the hard pebble between his lips. The pain rushed electric straight to my pussy and with a wicked smile I ground against him harder.

Pushing me back by the shoulders, Daniel coaxed my cunt to suck him all the way in, deep as possible. My head rolled back and my hips danced over him. I rode him hard, tits bouncing, his hips rising to meet me, and each time I fell forward to kiss him he soon forced me back upright, past that point, to arch over his legs, face to the ceiling, rolling my body over him for our mutual pleasure.

'Get back there,' he'd command when my body sought to curl itself onto his chest for a brief rest. I protested feebly and he put me where he wanted me--arched above, open, grinding, moaning.

A thin sheen of sweat formed on my skin. Goosebumps rose on my arms. He ripped my damp skirt from where it had been lodged between us by the motion of our fucking, pulling down on my hips to bring our bodies even closer. His right hand slid from my hip, over my stomach, and slipped easily between the slippery lips of my pussy. He circled my clit. I swore. He rubbed harder. I clenched around his cock and received verbal confirmation of his pleasure.

I was sweaty, lightheaded, and panting when we finally collapsed. Neither of us had climaxed. We were desperate. I begged him to fuck me. He obliged, but we came back to this position eventually. It's kinda one of our favorites...

Sweet Nothings

2011-08-17T12:44:00.002-04:00

"You smell like sunshine,"

Daniel whispered as we embraced in the front seat of his new car. My heart smiled. I thought people only said that kind of stuff in the movies, but this is real. Daniel is real, and he says these things with sincere honesty. He says them because he thinks them and means them. Daniel IS the lead love interest in my world.

I chuckled and asked,

"And what does sunshine smell like?"

Pulling me close, Daniel kissed my cheek and breathed me deeply in.

"A little bit like sunscreen, and your cheeks feel all warm like you've been in the sun."

It's moments like these that I fall even deeper in love with him, even though I constantly feel like I couldn't love him more.

Longing

2011-08-12T09:39:00.001-04:00

We sit in the car reconnecting. Gentle kisses and touches, hands entwined, Daniel kisses away my tears. We embrace desperately and he nuzzles my neck. Goosebumps cover my arms as his soft facial hair tickles my neck. Suddenly his teeth are nipping my neck, marking me, reminding me that I am his. In an instant the happy feeling in my tummy bleeds lower and creates a warm trail of sexual excitement that tingles between my legs. I giggle as his hand finds its way into my blouse, struggling to navigate the buttons and light chemise hiding underneath. My fingers, drawn like magnets, slide up his thigh to cup a handful of soft flesh though his jeans, palming his balls as he pinches my nipple. Moving slightly I increase the pressure to wrap my small hand around his hard cock. The outline is clearly visible through the thick fabric. His pants have become so tight that I can easily see the indentation that separates the head from the shaft. I playfully pinch the head, smiling at his sharp intake of breath through gritted teeth. I stroke him best as I can through his pants, my mouth watering, my panties drenched. We don't have time for more, but the fire is rekindled. The need for each other has not left. Hidden under the responsibilities of daily life, ignored, but never disappearing.

XOXO

2011-08-11T16:20:00.001-04:00

I miss the feeling of his lips pressed to mine. The soft way he leans in, the smell of him. I imagine the way his kisses make my tummy flip flop, even after all this time. Just thinking of it, I can almost feel it. The excitement, the longing, the love. I close my eyes and he lives in my imagination, close behind the thin skin of my eyelids. I don't want to open them. I want to escape into my memories, succumb to the tingling that moves from my abdomen to rest between my legs. In my mind's eye I can almost feel his embrace. The warm envelope of my body in his. I feel small, safe, like everything is going to be ok. In my delusion I smile, lost in happiness. I will see him tonight. These things will happen for real. These feelings will overwhelm my heart. He will love me and he will be my love. Then he will turn and drive home to her, the warmth of his kiss and embrace cooling on my skin and in my heart.

Review 7: Sliquid Organics by Sliquid

2011-08-05T22:54:00.000-04:00

Graciously provided by EdenFantasys

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------Quick overview-----

Who will like this product? Those who enjoy...

Mild water-based lubricants.
Organic and vegan products.

Pros:

Organic / vegan formula
Safe for use with condoms / sex toys
Pleasant scent and no noticeable flavor

Cons:

Gets tacky as it dries
Breaks down quickly under pressure

Now let's get into the nitty gritty...

Materials & Workmanship (5/6 pearls): The Sliquid Organics is a water-based lube, which makes it safe for use with condoms and toys. It's also made with all-organic and all-vegan materials. Which is nice if that appeals to you on a philosophical level, but also a potential selling point for those of you who might have sensitivities to glycerin or other components of traditional lubes. Reassuring for those of you (like me) who have ever gotten lube in your eye. But that's a whole 'nother story...

Aesthetic Appeal (3/6 pearls): The packaging is fairly ordinary. Just a simple plastic bottle with a simple flip top. No fancy applicators, no cool materials. But it's elegant enough, and discreet, and not screaming neon pink or anything...

Features (2/6 pearls): Well... It goes on feeling really quite nice. But unfortunately, it doesn't last very long. It dries out very quickly, and when it does, it gets quite tacky. Bad news.

Fun (2/6 pearls): We first tried this together, only to encounter the tackiness issue mentioned above. Which, obviously, hurts more than it helps when the goal is to make things slippery. We found that reapplying, or a bit of additional moisture loosened things back up nicely, but that's a bit of a pain. In the interest of science, I gave it a shot again solo. At first? Nice. Then? Sticky. I finally got so fed up with dunking my hand in the sink that I just washed the stuff off and finished without it. Which is not high praise I'm afraid.

"Mystery Category" (5/5 pearls): Despite its shortcomings, the stuff smells great. Subtle, faintly herbal, kind of vaguely lavendery and I don't know quite what, without ever really making its presence too known. And it tastes like nothing at all. I literally licked it off my hand, and nothing. Tasted like water. Which is a pleasant change from the norm.

Fan-gasm

2011-07-29T08:22:00.005-04:00

I've never been much for late night television and I'm certainly not a huge David Letterman fan. (I'd rather wait up for Craig Ferguson.) However, when I heard that our favorite toy shop, EdenFantasys, earned the "O" Award (which is a prestigious award given out by AVN) for Outstanding Online Retailer, I knew a "Top Ten List" alla late night television would be the perfect way to list our reasons for promoting this site.

A little disclaimer: Yes, EdenFantasys approached us with the idea to celebrate the achievement. Yes, they will give us a small compensation for writing and posting this blog. However, the compensation is not nearly enough that I would give my thumbs up to any old sex toy retailer. I truly do love this company for all the reasons below.

And now...the top ten reasons why:

francesanddaniel Are Huge Fans of EdenFantasys.com

10. The Pink

The site is largely dominated by the color pink. Frances LOVES pink. Their logo alone consists of her two favorite colors. This really makes her want to shop there.

9. The Sales

There is always something on sale and if you befriend them on FaceBook you even get free gifts!

8. The Forum

Not only can you pose questions and state your opinions, but the plethora of information and interaction with like minded adults is wonderfully helpful and encouraging.

7. The Community

The atmosphere within the community of participants is excellent. It's like a FaceBook for sexy people. There is always someone to consult or guide and the information gained is always helpful.

6. The Staff

We would be remiss if we didn't mention Kayla, the blogger relations coordinator. She brought us into reviewing and has been so kind and helpful as we learned the ropes. She goes out of her way to guide us and gives a great impression regarding the rest of the company.

5. The Reviews

Reviews are invaluable when considering the purchase of say...an Njoy 11...or any other pricey toy that may be unlike something we already have in our suitcase. Although we may eventually come to disagree with the opinions (every body is different), we love being able to rely on consistent reviewers. When we get a sense for what they like, we can better understand if this toy they have reviewed will also work for us.

4. The Products

This may seem a little obvious, but it must be said that the array of products available is quite extensive. It feels as if there is at least one thing for everyone. (And probably many MANY more.) The best part is they are consistently adding to it and though I don't have proof of this, I assume they take into consideration what the community would like to see being sold.

3. The Free Sex Toys

Who wouldn't like to receive free sex toys in exchange for honest reviews of said toys?

2. The Shopper Friendly Web Page Set Up

We find it delightfully easy to shop online at EdenFantasys. Not only can you search for certain items or TYPES of items, but when you do, you can see what other comparable products they have as well. Add in the ability to compare products, email products you like, read reviews, as well as browse easily and it's obvious that EF has come up with a really great set up.

And the Number 1 Reason

francesanddaniel Are Huge Fans of

EdenFantasys:

(cue drum roll)

[Feel free to drum lightly with your fingertips on the keyboard here if you don't have a drum handy.] ;-)

1. The Points

If you haven't heard of the EdenPoints Program you MUST check it out. You get points for everything you do on site that translate into dollars on gift cards to spend on site. It is the greatest perk program in the history of perk programs. In using EdenPoints we have been able to purchase top notch EXPENSIVE toys that we would not have even considered before.

Seriously, go and check them out. It's worth the few mouse clicks it'll take you to get there. (Scroll back up for a link.) We guarantee you'll lose track of time if you do.

Jump Start

2011-07-27T12:26:00.000-04:00

Wow, the last couple posts here have been all reviews. What a sad turn for us here at 29-Pearls. I'm currently pondering a sexy post to publish, but in general our fun has been few and far between. When we ARE together it's kinda mundane, lovey, "old married couple" type stuff with the added fun of trying out new toys. Thank God for toy reviewing! I hope we can be more present in the near future. I've heard some lovely comments from those who miss our writings. Keep checking in on us ok? We haven't disappeared, just struggling.

Much love,
francesanddaniel

Review 6: Tenga Egg Twister by Tenga

2011-07-26T20:03:00.000-04:00

Graciously provided by EdenFantasys
*Please review our guidelines for reviews here*

------Quick overview-----

Who will like the Tenga Egg Twister? Those who enjoy...

Maturbation Sleeves
Small and discreet masturbation tools

Pros:

Silicone
Toy and lube in easy to use package
Readily portable
Really stretchy

Cons:

Really strechy and easily punctured
Smells a little funny
One time use

Now let's get into the nitty gritty...

Materials & Workmanship (4 pearls): The Tenga Egg line totes a variety of textures in an easily portable little egg shaped case. The toy itself is silicone and very supple. The Twister is ribbed on the inside with little wave like squiggles. It seems rather flimsy overall and being a one time use toy, we didn't expect it to last long. Sadly, it barely made it through it's one time use before it started to show wear in the form of a hole at the top where Daniel began to poke through as I thrust it over him.

Aesthetic Appeal (5 pearls): I must say that I really love the novelty of the Tenga Egg line. The shape is cute and inviting. I really did just want to pick it up and play with it. The white outer case would easily pass as a real egg and hey, if you're into temperature play, perhaps sticking it next to the dozen you got from the grocer might make this toy even more interesting. All in all the Tenga Twist is pretty simple. Cute packaging and pretty self explanatory. (Peel off outer wrapper, apply included lube, and go to town.)

Features (4 pearls): I suppose the features revolve around it's discreet, simple packaging. The included lube makes this toy quick and easy to use and store, yet by virtue of the fact that it's "manual" there's not much to it. To be honest, I don't think Daniel was that impressed with the Twister wave texture. Although he was eventually able to climax with it, it just didn't do much for him. [It was nice! 'Nice' though. Not 'mindblowing'... -d.]

Fun (3 pearls): Daniel and I went back and forth with the Tenga Egg. He let me take the first test drive. As I slipped the little egg over the head of his cock I was a little dismayed. It barely covered the head and twisting it left and right didn't do much to stimulate him. [It felt really good. Just wasn't EVER gonna get me there that way. Your mileage may vary etc etc... -d.] Eventually I discovered how stretchy it really is and realized I could use it to stroke him from top to bottom. I love watching his cock disappear into a toy like this. Sometimes I really wish I had a cock of my own to play with. Thankfully Daniel lets me borrow his. All in all I was turned on using this toy on Daniel. I eventually let him take over and I paid copious attention to his balls as he used the egg to finish. [And THAT was fun. :-) -d.] Although it was fun, I don't think it is a toy that we would invest in regularly, if ever. The price just doesn't fit for what little it did for us. (Not that it's all that expensive at $9.99, but we feel a hand works just as nicely for free.)

"Mystery Category" (4 pearls): I'd like to give the Tenga Egg a couple extra points for cuteness, ease of use, discretion, and included lube. The tenga line is one stop shopping at it's finest!

Review 5: Royal Butterfly Dual Stimulation Rabbit Style Vibrator by California Exotic Novelties

2011-07-13T11:35:00.000-04:00

Graciously provided by the folks at Mypleasure
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------Quick overview-----Who will like the Royal Butterfly? Those who enjoy...

dual stimulation vibrators

high intensity boomy vibrations

Multi-Vibration/Sensation/Intensity combinations

direct clitoral stimulation

larger toys for penetration

Pros:

Made from Phthalate-free TPE

Adjustable clit stimulator that bends to fit your body

Separate motors and controls for shaft rotation and clit stimulation

Reverse-rotation button offers variations in sensation

Waterproof

Easy load battery pack

Cons:

Terrible name choice on actual packaging

Requires odd number of batteries

Cheap looking

Not silicone

Not very aesthetically pleasing

Now let's get into the nitty gritty...

Materials & Workmanship (4/6 pearls): Made of jelly looking soft TPE plastic, the Royal butterfly does not resemble high quality silicone toys like the Vanity. It looks and feels cheap to me, though it is regularly priced on the site as $89.95 (on sale currently for $35.98). I doubt it will last us 100 years, but it seems heavy duty enough to last a while.

Aesthetic Appeal (2/6 pearls): Unfortunately, being a sucker for a "pretty" toy, the Butterfly does not meet my criteria. Its garish, transparent, hot pink plastic allows you to see all the inner mechanics like the rotating tip, shaft pearls, and every other electronic aspect. The size is a bit daunting to look at, though you may have noticed I mentioned this as a pro. It is HUGE, but feels SO good. The packaging also looks cheap. It comes in a basic cardboard box that you'd see hanging in the XXX store in the seedy part of town. It does not try to hide the "novelty" it is providing. It is definitely a toy you'd want to hide at the bottom of your sock drawer. It has a slight plastic odor that I hope will dissipate after a while.

Features (5/6 pearls): As I mentioned above, it is ridiculously large:

It is 10.5 inches long with 6.5 insertable inches and 1.5 diameter. The tip of the insertable bit rotates in a delicious unison with the shaft pearls. It strokes the g spot terrifically and has the add bonus of reversing direction at the push of a button. Working in tandem with the ADJUSTABLE clit extension it is sure to get anyone off. This feature is what drew me to the toy in the first place. I have been trying to find a dual stimulation toy that suits my body. The versatility of the bendable clit arm not only allows direct stimulation in the place I want it (which may be different from where YOU want it) but it remains there until we decide to move it. That said, my one complaint about the clit arm is the shape of the butterfly. It is quite large in keeping with the theme of the insertable end and though this balances the look of the toy overall, I found the wings of the butterfly to inhibit my ability to keep the clit simulator in the right place. I am actually considering cutting them off. The motor is strong, though the vibrations alone are rather buzzy. It is when you add in the rotation aspect that it feels most boomy and intense. The best part is that you can control each of the features separately - 3 levels of vibration, 3 levels of rotation speed, plus the reverse direction button. This makes for a good many combinations. It requires 3 AA batteries which I thought was a bit odd. The Battery pack slides out and I almost didn't notice it needed 3 not 2 batteries. Thankfully we had bought a 4 pack when we tried it out.

Fun (5/6 pearls): Above all, this toy delivers. Daniel and I tried it out the first time together. I wanted to give him a little show, so I thought to use it for his visual pleasure. Thankfully he didn't want to sit idly by and helped upon my request that he thrust it and work the controls as I ensured the butterfly did it's job on my clit. I was completely filled and overwhelmed by the intensity of sensations. The little surprise reverse action worked perfectly and sent me, screaming, over the edge. Although I do not think I would consider purchasing the Royal Butterfly at it's actual price, the sale price is TOTALLY worth it. I am certain this toy will get a work out in the coming months. I'll be sure to let you know how it holds up!

"Mystery Category" (1/5 pearls): I think the funniest part about this toy is the awful eye-rolling name on the package. The folks at MyPleasure have tried to class it up a bit by calling it the Royal Butterfly (as the clit extension is in the shape of a butterfly). But somehow the "Bendi Clitifier: Exotic Butterfly Arouser" doesn't quite evoke the same mystery and majesty that the MyPleasure name provides.

Review 4: Deep Throat US by Tenga

2011-06-16T02:45:00.001-04:00

Graciously provided by EdenFantasys

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------Quick overview-----

Who will like this product? Those who enjoy...

A discreet masturbation sleeve for couple or solo play.

Pros:

Discreet appearance and packaging
Pre-lubed and disposable for convenience
Pleasantly ribbed and nubby textures

Cons:

Possible to wash and reuse, but cleanup is a pain
A bit bulky (somewhat intentionally)
Not a great value for a one-time use

Now let's get into the nitty gritty...

Materials & Workmanship (3 pearls): TPE inner sleeve in a plastic outer shell. TPE is washable, but not sterilizable for sharing. So, if you've got a friend, get them their own. ;-) Construction is very lightweight, but solid.

Aesthetic Appeal (5 pearls): Your mileage may vary, obviously, but personally, I find the type of masturbation sleeves that are modeled on the pussies of pornstars-du-jour a bit... mildly creepy. This is a definite alternative to that, it's very sleek and modern, and doesn't dress itself up to be something that we all know it clearly isn't. The packaging is very discreet, which would be great for concealing for travel. The website refers to it as looking like a 'fancy shampoo bottle'. It would be one hefty shampoo bottle, but the look is not far off...

Features (3 pearls): The Tenga comes pre-lubed, which is a nice convenience, especially for people like us who can't seem to keep track of ours. You just crack the seal, and it's ready to go. There's also a small foil seal on the other end, which is supposedly optional and you can leave open or closed, but I found it necessary to open in order to keep air bubbles in check. I must say, it's a bit big. And that's somewhat by design -- Tenga also makes their standard 'Deep Throat' cup, which is both shorter and slimmer. The Deep Throat US is their model 'for the larger man'. Whether or not that's me is open for discussion... It's not something that was an issue as far as the inner workings go, but the outer shell is a bit of a handful, particularly for those like frances with smaller hands.

Fun (4 pearls): To be honest, this is a type of toy that I often don't have much time for. When I'm with frances, there are enough willing orifices to go around, and when I'm alone I tend to be pretty no-frills. Hands are fine. But we took the opportunity to play with it as a couple, and enjoyed it. Frances particularly enjoyed watching me slip in and out, as that's not a view she gets to see first hand, and imagining a playmate in its place. Good times. :-)

"Mystery Category" (2 pearls): Is it disposable? Is it not? Well... yes and no. It seems that it's supposed to be. And as such, it's a bit of an investment for something that will be used once. Although, I suppose, no more than a pay-per-view movie that I've been know to use to achieve the same result. Anyway, in the interest of science (or something), we decided to investigate the claims that it can be cleaned and reused. And the verdict is, it CAN, but it seems more hassle than it's worth, since it means detaching the inner sleeve from the housing and then restuffing it back into its packing material. Our poor recycled Tenga looks usable, but definitely the worse for wear...

e[lust] #26

2011-05-25T01:48:00.002-04:00

Photo courtesy of Sapio Slut

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Bikery - The mental image of Suzy mounting this thing and pedaling herself towards a quaking orgasm flashed across my mind’s eye and I grinned into her face.

If you are monogamous can you learn to be polyamorous? - Do you think that someone who is monogamous can learn to be polyamorous for a partner, or do you think they are courting disaster?

Hot Wax - I detached myself from what she was doing to me. *breathe* She pulled again. I came from the pain, motionless, silent, and helpless to stop it. She continued.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Spring - My eyes wide, there was no time for reaction as another crowd was wandering down the path. Our eyes locked and Daniel smirked, attempting to find something innocuous to say.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

What is Sex Positive? - Just because I create & run something, doesn’t mean I’m a dictator. e[lust] is as much yours as it is mine, and I value the opinions of everyone.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable ~after this point~. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Writing

6. Gluttony

Erotica: Suit & Tie Guy VS The Construction Worker pt II

Gang·bang»ed

hot and bothered...

In the Morning

My First Blowjob

Oh, What a Sight!

Skate / For Wank Wednesday

Soak(ed)

The tables have turned

Wanting it Bad. Wanting it Hard

What I will do with a dildo: Sing, do with a dildo

Kink & Fetish

As much sex as he can fuck into me

Afternoon Sex x 4

Fetish/Fashion

I used to be a Masochist

Now Lick My Boots Clean, Submissive

Open

Plug Me

Rope play

Staked Out

spank, fisted and strung up

The Room

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A sex-positive female in a sex-negative society

A Period Drama

On Safer Sex and STIs; Musings on The Swingset

Question Month #4

Sense of Responsibility

Simple?

Touch My Cock

Why Did I Engage?

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Hello, My Name is Danny Wylde

In Praise of SlutWalks

Internet Pornography and Women: It doesn’t have to feel bad

Pleasurists #129

2011-05-20T11:26:00.000-04:00

In Suspence by Rozyland

Welcome to Pleasurists, a round-up of the adult product and sex toy reviews that came out in the last seven days. If you like what you see and want more of it be sure to follow our RSS Feed and Twitter.

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On to the reviews…

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An Open Mushy Letter to my Frances

2011-05-08T08:30:00.001-04:00

I can never quite decide whether talking about it makes today better or worse. So please forgive me if this was the wrong thing to do...

Please know my thoughts today are all of you. I'm missing you terribly and missing our little somebody even more, and dreaming of flowers and sticky little hands bringing you french toast in bed, and giving you the day you deserve. And i'm quietly celebrating the mother figure you already are to all the little people in your world; the mommy you've been in your heart for so long already; the most wonderful mommy imaginable that I know you'll be for our lucky little people.

I love you, baby.

-d.

Review 3: Pandora Prostate Massager by Vibratex

2011-05-05T00:01:00.000-04:00

Graciously provided by EdenFantasys

*Please review our guidelines for our reviews of sex toys here*

------Quick overview-----

Who will like this product? Those who enjoy...

Prostate (and/or G-spot) stimulation with gentle vibration
Slim toys for anal play
Varied vibration settings

Pros:

Safe, easily washable silicone material
7 vibration programs
Shape allows for easy use

Cons:

May be too small for 'advanced' users
Motor could be stronger
No-frills control options

Now let's get into the nitty gritty...

Materials & Workmanship (5 pearls): Silicone, which is always great to see. Top of the line for safety, non-porous, which makes it great for cleanup. The material is very silky and smooth, which feels nice, and came in handy as we'll talk more about later...

Aesthetic Appeal (4 pearls): It's sleek and slim, a nice deep blue color, and fairly elegant looking for what it is. There's no mistaking it for a toy, but it's on the abstract side. Packaging is simple and no frills, just a plastic shell with a card insert.

Features (3 pearls): The vibe portion has 7 settings - low, medium, high, and then a variety of pulsing / variation settings. This seems like a pretty fair number. Unfortunately, the only way to cycle through them is one at a time, so if you wanted to go, say, from high to medium, you'd have to go all the way around. Also unfortunately, the motor's not terribly powerful. Obviously,people's mileage will vary a bit, but I found the highest settings just barely high enough for my liking, and the lower ones... pleasant enough, but not exactly effective.

Fun (5 pearls): It's fun. :-) We've played plenty of times in the past with anal stimulation for both of us, but this is our first prostate massager. As frances wrote last week, unfortunately, the day we had set aside to test out our new plaything, we left our lube in our suitcase. Fortunately, between the smooth material, the slim profile, and a little liquid assistance from frances, we were still able to make good use of it. Based on that, I'd say it would make a great toy for beginners. And while I can't say it worked miracles on its own, it definitely enhanced my enjoyment of our other activities. ;-)

"Mystery Category" (2 pearls): A positive and a negative here. While edenfantasys markets this specifically as a prostate toy, the package identifies it as a combination P/G spot toy. We found it a little slim for frances, but still, bonus points for a little off-label versatility. And a small gripe, this is one of a growing number of toys we've found that take a stack of watch batteries, rather than something more affordable and more common like a AA. I can't say for sure how the battery life is (we haven't killed a set yet), but it does make each fresh set a bit of an investment.

Great Sex and Great Love

2011-04-30T23:30:00.004-04:00

Great sex is when Daniel pulls my hair while fucking me roughly from behind.

Great love is when Daniel pulls my hair off my neck while I'm pukey ill.

Great sex involves heightened emotions and electric chemistry.

Great love involves complicated heightened emotions and simmering electric chemistry.

Great sex is Daniel providing me innumerable mind-blowing orgasms.

Great love is Daniel providing innumerable interesting and thought provoking conversations.

Great sex is when our bodies support each other in an awkward sexual positions.

Great love is when our bodies support each other in the struggles of daily life.

Great sex is Daniel honoring my body.

Great love is Daniel encouraging me to do the same by staying mentally and physically healthy.G

Great sex is Daniel ensuring that my needs are met.

Great love is Daniel ensuring that my needs are met.

I always knew there wasn't much of a difference between great sex and great love. Some may wonder if sexual attraction is the basis of our relationship, but great sex and great love go hand in hand. Like the partners francesanddaniel long to be.

Crash and Burn

2011-04-29T00:01:00.003-04:00

All day yesterday (4/27) I was feeling good--horny, playful. Daniel and I had bantered endlessly about sex and how I would spend the evening pleasuring myself when I returned home from work. I had been craving a drink. A "brown bandito" (Kahlua and Dr. Pepper) to be exact. I know it is ill advised to drink while taking my medication. It says so right on the label. However, I have been told 1 or 2 won't kill me. Although true, I won't die from a couple drinks, the depressant nature of alcohol does not seem to help my mood.

I arrived home and mixed up a drink. I sat on the couch enjoying it, laptop in hand. (Well "in lap" would be more accurate, but you get the picture.) As I sipped, I tooled around on facebook checking out people and just generally killing time. I HATE fb. I know it is not the program's fault that everyone posts pictures of their children or sonograms of soon to be family additions. It is not the users' fault that they seek to share their happy families with friends and loved ones. It is entirely my fault that I spend any amount of time clicking through these images and reading happy statuses which only serve to dig myself deeper and deeper into the hole of depression.

So, obviously, this is what I spent my night doing. Sipping my kahlua mixture with a swirly straw and gradually allowing that darkness in the pit of my stomach to grow. It started out with something on Daniel's page catching my eye. It deteriorated into my seeing his wife's beautiful new profile picture. She looks good in it. So much like the friend I once knew and loved. (Who also loved me back.) Funny enough, her current haircut much resembles the one I have been wearing for years now. I had to wonder if that was intentional or not. Perhaps it was my imagination...

Either way I look and I worry. I click and I continue to feel badly about myself--about how I look, the things I don't have, the present state of my life, about how I am effecting others (namely the Mrs and bbg). All of this culminates in my texting Daniel that we should break up. He gets frustrated. I get sad and suicidal. And to top it all off we fight.

I know that the misery inflicted is self-propelled. I just don't know how to stop it. Or even if I want to. My mental health is very fragile these days. I teeter between feeling ok and wanting to disappear. Although the Wellbutrin has given me my sex drive back, I don't see much of an improvement in my mood. The happiness is spastic and fickle as ever in manifesting and remaining. I have been given so many techniques to keep focused, to make myself "better," to stop bringing misery into my life, but I can't seem to find the energy to implement them. I fight at every turn and I end up no where.

I'd like to say this will get better when we sort out our situation. Sadly, today I am not so confident. Today, all I want to do is disappear, to never feel anything--ever again.

HNT: Presentation Is Key

2011-04-28T10:22:00.001-04:00

Daniel had teased me mercilessly for what seemed like hours, slipping his hand into my shirt to tweak both nipples and cover my breasts with his warm hands. After a few short minutes I was mentally begging him to unbutton my shirt to allow better access to my flesh. He knows how much I like to be teased, but I was feeling greedy and horny. Keeping one hand on the wheel I smirked and unbuttoned the front of my shirt. Gently scooping out one breast after the other, I sat exposed, driving down the busy street in broad daylight with Daniel's mouth attached to the nipple closest to him. I think he approved. Actually, I'm CERTAIN, he did because afterward he took me to one of our standard hotels and fucked me silly.

Spring

2011-04-27T10:50:00.001-04:00

"You aren't wearing anything under that dress are you?" He asked as we walked under the a cover of trees on a balmy spring day.

With a gleam in my eye, I gave my hips a little enticing shake, as if to say:

"You'll have to catch me to find out."

Daniel audibly moaned and rushed to make up the short distance between us. There was a fence overlooking a ravine on this path. We were not entirely alone. Every few minutes other folks enjoying a walk and the weather would come upon us preventing our hands from wandering too far into each others clothes.

Daniel pressed against my back as as stood looking over the fence. I could feel his hardness pressing against my back as he slipped a hand nonchalantly between the buttons of my dress. I heard him rumble in my ear as he kissed my neck. With just a few kisses and mostly innocent touches I was soaking my panties, pressing my legs together in the hopes of alleviating some of my desire. I giggled, ready for him to throw me down in the grass under the tree and take me in front of any passing people.

Daniel's hand slyly snaked around my body. Still pressed against the fence his hand slid up my leg and into my wet panties. Nervous, I tried to pull away, but he used his body to pin me where he wanted, legs spread and head thrown back to rest on his shoulder.

His finger found my clit, circled it once, twice, and on the third time I audibly moaned. Taking what he wanted, I felt Daniel's fingers roughly enter me. My pussy twitched, contracting and dripping pussy juice into his palm. We heard the sound of approaching walkers. Daniel did not move his entrapping body, but removed his fingers to give them a little lick and kiss me deeply.

As the group passed, Daniel pulled me onto his lap on a nearby bench. His hard cock rubbed the wet fabric covering my flushed pussy. Grinding myself against him, we kissed, every moment increasing the tension and the inevitability of what was going to happen.

Within moments he was reaching between us to unzip his pants. Daniel quickly pulled the wet cotton of my panties aside and entered me in one quick stroke. My eyes wide, there was no time for reaction as another crowd was wandering down the path. Our eyes locked and Daniel smirked, attempting to find something innocuous to say. I burried my head in the crook of his neck, feeling exposed though the folds of my dress discreetly covered our indiscretion.

When we were we were once again alone, there were no words. His hands on my hips, I began to move at his urging, painfully slowly, each veiny ridge on his hard cock stroking the tender flesh of my insides. The intensity of the moment was excruciating. Both Daniel and I were dying to lose ourselves in the moment. It was taking all of our restraint not to fuck wildly to orgasms on this bench under the leafy coolness of this beautiful day.

We struggled to slow our motions every time we heard voices approaching. Regardless of if they knew what was actually going on, I'm certain some individuals could sense the heat radiating off of us. Perhaps there was even a scent of sex in the air. No one stayed long near our chosen bench, but each interruption heightened our desire.

Somehow Daniel's cool head prevailed. We righted ourselves, both unsatisfied, and began the walk back to our car.

Text Tuesday: My Love's loves

2011-04-26T23:31:00.001-04:00

d 4/26/11 11:20pm Something that I was thinking of that I love when you do is the other day in the car when you pulled out the girls for me to touch...I love the way you sort of present yourself to me to be touched...SO hot, better than if I'd undressed you myself.

It turns me on to no end to hear Daniel talk about the things that turn him on. Come back soon to see the picture of this very moment!

Review 2: Europa Mini-Vibrator by Tybo

2011-04-24T00:01:00.004-04:00

Graciously provided by the folks at MyPleasure.com
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-------Quick overview-----

Who will like the Europa? Those who enjoy...

high frequency, buzzy vibrations
discreet innocuous looking sex toys
short, thin objects for penetration
direct clitoral stimulation
metal toys with temperature play option
smooth, firm texture in a vibrator

Pros:

Body safe
Waterproof and 100% non-porous
Discreet
Great for travel
Quiet
High quality and well made
Requires only 1 AA battery

Cons:

****NICKEL PLATED****
vibrations too gentle
placement of on/off switch is troublesome

Now let's get into the nitty gritty...

Materials & Workmanship (4 Pearls) This toy is beautiful in its simplicity--very modern looking and sleek. When its caps are on it almost looks like a little maglite flashlight which makes it perfect to sit out on a bed-side table so it is always at arms reach. The diminutive nature of this toy makes it a perfect travel companion or a permanent fixture in a purse pocket for those oft' needed 'orgasms-on-the-go'. My only complaint about the body of this toy is the fact that it is nickel plated. For most, this fact will mean nothing. However, I am, unfortunately, one of many who are sensitive to nickel. I decided to try it sans protection to see how much damage it would do. ***PLEASE, IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO NICKEL, USE A CONDOM WITH THIS TOY OR FIND A DIFFERENT TOY TO PURCHASE!!*** I am STILL itchy from my encounter with this sweet little vibe and it's been 5 days.

Aesthetic Appeal (5 pearls): As I mentioned above, this toy is modern and simple. The fact that the brilliant matte color is bonded to the metal keeps it looking new. The 2 caps are removable so you are left with a smooth rounded tip that feels delightful on sensitive areas like the clitoris, nipples, perineum, and I imagine a cock and balls. (Though Daniel hasn't had the pleasure of trying that yet.) I'm not sure if it was intended for this use, but I did try using the caps for different sensations. Though they look interesting, I didn't feel they changed the experience much and using the cap with the vibrations succeeded in making the toy louder.

Features (4 pearls): I do not believe the point of this toy is to have a lot of bells and whistles. Although it could benefit from having a choice of different vibrations it is not necessary in a simplistic vibe such as this. (Some may argue that the price warrants it though.) I do consider the different "tips" to be a feature though. The wider cone shaped one allows it to stand freely on a flat surface and this enhances it's usefulness in my book. The fact that the on/off button is inlaid on the end gives the toy a modern, seamless appearance. However, I did end up turning it off while trying to manoeuvre the toy to my desired destination.

Fun (4 pearls): I loved both the silky smooth feel and cold touch of the metal. Both of these aspects make the toy a great teaser and addition to foreplay. However, the lack of strong vibrations, or better said, the high frequency, buzzy vibrations made it tough for me to climax. It just doesn't work that well for me. That doesn't make it a bad toy, it still has MANY terrific attributes.

"Mystery Category" (2 pearls): I wanted to talk specifically here about the packaging of this vibe. It comes in a discreet little black box with a spongy foam cut out to hold it. Honestly, the packaging is a bit 'cheap' for such a high quality vibe. (Not that that really matters.) But my main concern was a lack of...instructions. I suppose most sex toys are pretty self explanitory, "remove cap, insert battery, replace cap, turn on, and you're on your way to orgasmland." However, I was looking for a little direction regarding the use of the caps. Were they intended to provide different tactile sensations or vibrations? Or are they merely for decoration or storage? There is a little card with the battery indications and a few other tidbits, but over all I found the direction rather lacking. (Maybe that's just me...) Also, it says on this card "It works better with condoms and lubes." Better than what? Itself without these things? Better than other vibes of the same types with these items? I'm just a bit confused by that statement and the general lack of instruction. Overall though, this is a TERRIFIC discreet, little, simple vibe that I would LOVE to carry around in my purse, if only I weren't allergic to it...

A New Toy For Review

2011-04-23T10:40:00.001-04:00

As I lay panting, exhausted from my second delightfully strong, Daniel-induced orgasm, I felt his fingers withdraw, replaced by a barely perceptible, cool object--our new toy. In all actuality it was a gift for Daniel. Though it is toted as both a G and P spot toy, we were most concerned with Daniel's thoughts on its effectiveness. However, we had forgotten the lube. This is a rather large no-no when reviewing anal toys, right? Regardless, we were not swayed from our task.

Using the sweet, copious product of my orgasm, we switched places and I began to slowly work the curved tip into him. With just a little added spit-lube, the narrow, petite Pandora nestled between Daniel's cheeks as I played with the vibration patterns and tended to his balls. I licked and sucked as I cycled through the 7 patterns, attempting to allow him ample time to adjust to each one. Within moments his cock began to harden and his right hand reached downwards.

I looked up from between his legs, one finger controlling the vibrations while my mouth teased his sack. His breathing became more rapid, increasing along with the pace of his hand on his shaft. I sucked one ball completely into my mouth, burying my nose in his scent, the force of his hand bouncing my head as he stroked. My tongue circled the orb, lightly trapped between my teeth. My finger switched the toy to a stronger vibration. Daniel moaned and I released my elliptical treasure to find its twin eager for my tongue. He was close, writhing in pleasure as each new sensation attacked his body.

Within moments, Daniel's hand paused, squeezing just under the now full, purple-ish head of his cock. With a grunt, the first shot of semen erupted onto his chest and his hand began to move again. I held a testicle in my mouth, sucking gently, running my tongue around it, feeling it subtly twitch. A rush of wetness ran down my thigh.

"Well...I guess THAT was successful..." I quipped, turning the toy off and gently licking from perineum to the base of his shaft.

Feeling most evil, I continued to tease his balls as he lay panting. Every lick caused a grunt and his head to raise off the pillow. Soon he pushed my face away, covering the sensitive area with a protective hand. Undeterred and smiling wickedly, I moved slightly to take his shrinking head in my mouth.

"Yes, most successful." I thought with a gleam in my eye.

*Be sure to come back for our ACTUAL Pearl-O-Meter review of the Pandora Prostate Massager, graciously provided by EdenFantasys*

Biting the Bullet

2011-04-17T19:47:00.001-04:00

It was a great morning. Baby girl and I, and frances and the buddies she nannies for were finally getting to enjoy a long-awaited playdate. We were playing... snuggling... laughing... happy.

And then...

It looked like nothing, really. An innocent tumble like a thousand others. But the sound... It was more than the cry of "I fell down and I'm upset." It was the cry of "I'm hurt..."

I scooped up the little girl, and she snuggled limply in my arms. Tried getting her away from the excitement... tried some ice, and a drink of water... nothing worked, she was still sobbing inconsolably. This was bad.

By this time, frances had gathered up the rest of the kiddos, and everyone's stuff, and caught up to us. "Is she ok, baby?" I just shook my head. While i herded everyone out to the cars, frances disappeared back inside for the last of the coats, and came back a moment later with directions to the nearest emergency room. Hugs and kisses and reassurance, and we were on our way.

I knew exactly where the ER was. My mom works there. Not in the ER, but elsewhere at the same hospital, and for a moment, I considered driving somewhere else, anywhere else... But then i thought of my poor wounded girl, and knew I had to take care of her right away. The rest, I would have to figure out.

Everybody has horror stories about the ER... but honestly, they couldn't have been nicer. Little girl charmed everyone in sight, and was soon snuggled up with blankets and toys and cartoons. I still didn't know what to do next. But as the diagnosis gradually began to filter through... fracture... more doctors... surgery?... I knew what I had to do.

"I think I have to tell the truth about this", I said to frances.

They finally let us go, and I called frances for a pep talk. She told me she loved me, that she was in this with me. And then I bit the bullet, and called the Mrs. at work.

"Hi... we're ok. Are you someplace you can talk?"

And I came clean. About all of it... what had happened. Where we were. Who we were with. It wasn't pretty... But it's for the best. Obviously, I hate that anything had to happen to baby girl. But if putting all the cards on the table is what helps us finally get out the door, then it's a blessing in a very painful disguise.

-d.

The Beginning of The End

2011-04-11T15:51:00.001-04:00

I don't want to go into much detail for it seems the story is really Daniel's to tell, but something happened recently. Something that, thanks to D's bravery, may have opened the door to us finally leaving. This heroic deed involved telling The Mrs. that he and I were together on Friday. (Even though it was in the most platonic of ways.) Among the other stress of the weekend, this has provided us the option to finally come clean about our plans to leave or brush it all under the rug and let the storm pass. We're struggling and emotionally exhausted, but I have to believe this entire event happened for a reason. Perhaps it is the universe pushing us to stay, but I like to think it was the universe opening the door to our escape. We're on the cusp of something big folks, REALLY big. Please keep us and our entire families in your thoughts. This could get ugly, be we hope it will lead to better things.

Alleluia, The Strife is Over!

2011-04-07T14:52:00.000-04:00

I can orgasm again!

It seems the effects of the Effexor have finally worn off and the Wellbutrin has not influenced me sexually, as expected.

Within moments of Daniel's arrival between my knees last night, I was writhing and coming like I used to. It was easy, normal, just plain frances. It felt so good to have him touch me and my body react in the ways I am used to. He was even greedy and stole a second orgasm from me a little while later. We were joyous and toasted our success, silly as that may seem.

I don't think I fully realized how different my body was on that drug. Yuck. I really wish I didn't have to take these medications at all, but hopefully I'm on the right track with Wellbutrin. I certainly don't feel less depressed or moody, but thank God I can masturbate to completion to keep
my mind off that. ;-)

Bringing Sexy Back

2011-04-04T15:25:00.001-04:00

I finally think I'm feeling more like myself. I wore my smart balls while I cleaned the house on saturday and proceeded to orgasm twice afterward cause I was finally feeling a bit randy. I looked at a picture of daniel's cock today and actually felt that tingle in my pants again instead of just my brain telling me 'I really wish I wanted to fuck that.'

I still don't think my medicine situation is worked out. I am currently taking 150 mg of Wellbutrin twice a day. I still feel icky as well as run down down and I had a major break down at therapy on Saturday, so I can't say my mood is even improved. However, I'm not sure whether to blame my cycle, the working 7 days a week, OR the ineffective Wellbutrin. I'm giving it the old college try though and taking this dose for the next month, but I really need to see an improvement soon. I'm a little bit disheartened.

Thankfully it seems my libido is perking up. I just wish Daniel was around to partake of the festivities...

April 1: State of the francesanddaniel

2011-04-01T15:12:00.001-04:00

Today's April 1.

As some of you may remember, we wrote a few months back that today was our 'D-Day' in our plan to finally be together.

Well... long story short is, we're not quite there yet, but not giving up. I ranted here just last week about our difficulties in finding a place to live. Our search started strong. We refined what we wanted, and where we wanted it to be, only to be frustrated by the fact that the kind of place we want, in the price range we want, doesn't seem to exist in the towns we want.

So, as the weeks have gone on, we've given ground on everything. Maybe we should consider these other towns? Maybe we can afford a few more dollars? Maybe we don't need that third bedroom? Bit by bit, we've set perfect aside. We just need good enough. Good enough for now.

I don't want to speak for frances, but I think a lot of the idea of this April 1 date was to keep us on task. To keep us from falling into the trap we've fallen into so many times before, where there's a flurry of activity and then we stall, and end up not so much looking for a house, but talking about the idea of looking for a house.

And I truly don't think we've done that. Sure, I'm frustrated. We both are. We're kinda down to our last nerve with the whole process. But we've stayed in it together. Every couple of days we're checking listings, making calls, checking things out... And we're getting there. No, we're not where we wanted to be today. But we're closer.

We make a good team. A team that can do this. I know it.

We'll keep you posted.

-d.

Music and Sex

2011-03-28T18:26:00.000-04:00

If you follow us on twitter (@francesordaniel) you might have seen my recent tweet.

This is the absolute BEST musical marking I've ever seen in a score.

It was accompanied by this picture:

...which I stole from a vanilla friend's facebook page. It is a picture from the score of Jonathan Dove's opera 'Flight.'

The plot is similar to the movie "The Terminal" starring Tom Hanks. Feel free to research it if you like, but that's not really the point of this post.

Anyway, when I saw the marking "Grand and Orgasmic," I was not only amused, but as a musician and sexual being, I got to thinking how intimately related sex and music are for me. I dare say they are two of my passions that make up a large part of me. (The constant balance of vanilla and naughty in my life is not lost on me.)

All that said I started pondering the types of music Daniel and I have made love to. We are beings to whom music and sex are tremendously important. Both are kind of "our thing." Our musical tastes are as diverse as our sexual tastes and moods often dictate our preferences for each. We have made love to jazz as well as classical and I dare say we've fucked to eclectic rock and the digital stylings of Girl Talk. The connection for us is special. Part of what makes us francesanddaniel.

I once had a professor who told me she used to make love to the final trio of Strauss's Der Rosenkavalir with her ex husband. At the time, though in grad school, I was certain this was a case of TMI, but having discovered myself sexually since then, I have a new respect for her. Cause, yeah, that particular piece is both grand and orgasmic.

What kind of music (if any) do you folks like to do the mad monkey dance to? Does it effect your approach to sex or influence the type of moves you showcase? Feel free to share! Inquiring minds want to know. :-)

On 'Being Intentional'

2011-03-26T00:01:00.000-04:00

So, frances and I were discussing this post on edencafe.com (which, by the way, is a nicely informative blog run by the folks at edenfantasys, with posts on a wide variety of topics related to relationships and sexuality). Anyway, the post is worth a read and makes a number of points, but one of things it does is somewhat make the case for the idea of "scheduling" sex.

Now, I'll be honest, in the past that's never been a concept that I've been a big fan of. It's always kinda seemed like a bad sitcom joke to me... (Tuesday, 10:00 am, Staff Meeting; 2:00 pm, Dentist's Appointment; 6:00 pm, Dinner with the Smiths; 8:30 pm, Sex; 8:45 pm, Sleep.) But it got me thinking. With the situation being what it has been, in a way, we're almost ALWAYS "scheduling" things to one degree or another. With very few exceptions, we know days or weeks in advance when we're going to be together and alone. Things don't just "happen", we've always had to make them. And sometimes, we've been able to use that anticipation to our advantage, working ourselves into a nice frenzy in the hours and days ahead of our "scheduled" time. Of course, other times, it's gone the other way - times when we're tired, or under the weather, or just not feeling it and would rather just snuggle. But it's the time we've got, so we feel like we need to make it work.

For me, I can't say that it's all that uncommon to have to plan sex. I have less of an aversion to this than Daniel because of the situation of my only other long term sexual relationship, my marriage. On account of our schedules, it was always a necessity to schedule sex.

When I became involved with Daniel, his penchant for spontaneity was truly appreciated. The moments that would turn into heated lovemaking when I had only expected to see him and kiss him are some of the most exciting sessions in my life. However, as time has progressed there have been more occasions that we feel we "have" to do it for the mere fact that we don't know when the next time will be that we will be alone and naked. This has especially been true recently as time together has been even harder to come by. Honestly, and we've written about it before, it's proved a little troublesome to feel like we HAVE to when we don't really desire to.

Our situation is obviously complicated. I hope than when we are together for real, we can avoid scheduling sex as much as possible. I love the organic nature of spontaneous sex, but I also agree with the article. Taking care of our mental and physical sexual selves will help keep us ready for sex, spontaneous or planned. I hope we will continue to sext each other, to read erotica and watch porn, both alone and together. Family and work may provide obstacles to our sexuality, but a little preparation goes along way. So all in all, planning sex is a valid way to ensure the sexual health of your relationship, but I'm hoping our preparation will avoid getting to the point where "fuck frances" appears in Daniel's day planner.

e[lust] 24

2011-03-24T00:01:00.002-04:00

Photo Courtesy of Kitten's Toys

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This is Not Our House: A Small Rant

2011-03-23T00:01:00.005-04:00

This is not our house...

As you all know if you've been reading, frances and I are in the midst of looking for a place for us. And it's frustrating.

Case in point: two weeks ago, I took a Friday off to go house hunting for us. I had a list of six potential places that I had called the day or two before to try and see. One told me that the place was no longer available, and seemed irritated that I had called. One other called me back to tell me (nicely at least, this one) that that place was also taken. And the others just plain never returned my calls. So I spent the day playing poker. Won us a nice security deposit, but i digress...

The place above is the latest one not to cut it for us. It's at the top end of our price range, to the extent that i nearly didn't consider it, but thought "well... if it's really awesome, maybe we'll make it work."

It was NOT really awesome.

Dingy inside and out, flaking paint, water damage, cheap-o linoleum... on the bright side, i guess it was big enough. But it would not have been the place for us even $200/mo cheaper. It was that bad.

The list of places to be seen is currently at two. I wish there were more. I wish people would answer their phones. I wish the perfect house would fall out of the sky and land gently right where we want it.

It just takes one. That's what I keep telling myself...

-d.

Unexpected Surprises

2011-03-22T00:01:00.033-04:00

I am naked. Covered only in a light sheet as the morning light pokes brightly through the blinds, making stripes on the crisp, white cotton. It rustles and there is a depression in the mattress next to my feet. I feel your hand lightly on my ankle and a gentle kiss above it sends little shocks directly to the V between my legs. I smile as you gently encourage me onto my back, spreading my thighs and taking up residence between them.

Your grasp on my calves is firm and you plant kisses on the tops of each foot. Your left hand caresses me higher, your fingertips brushing my skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I sigh, squirming when your tongue finds my instep. There is wetness between my thighs, both new and left over from our night of lusty pleasures. I can feel it, heavy on my hair and cooling as the air touches my damp lips.

Your kisses intensify. What were once barely perceived touches have become wet nips with teeth and tongue. My nipples harden and I arch my back, begging you to touch my pussy, to play in my wetness. You resist, torturing me with touches, kisses, and teases. Your hands reach under me to cup my ass, fingers digging into flesh and causing my juice to escape and pool under me on the bed. Finally your mouth arrives at the apex of my thighs. I can feel your warm breath subtly moving the trimmed bush on my mons.

"Please..." I moan, pushing myself closer so your lips make contact with skin. You nuzzle me. I can hear you inhale deeply the scent of me and then I feel it, gentle kisses on the bare lips of my pussy. Soon enough your tongue escapes to taste the wetness there, but you refuse to give me what I desire. My hips move uselessly as your hands hold me to the bed.

You continue the torture until I think your tongue will never touch my sensitive clit. I am desperate, needy, speaking in incoherent moans and sighs. And then I feel it, your tongue grows, pushing between my labia. You take a long lick beginning as close to the bed as you can reach and ending above my clit, your nose buried in the scent of me. That one taste ends the teasing. We are wanton now. You fingers enter me, one, two, I lose count as you find my g spot and begin to stroke it.

The warmth spreads from the inside out and your lips assault my clit, kissing, sucking, and nibbling. The foreplay has already brought me so close to orgasm. My cunt sensitive from our previous play. You flick that spot to the right side of my clit, strumming, starting the sequence that will lead to my release. Your hand is fucking me, fingers petting my g spot and pinky gently stroking my asshole.

My hands find your hair and I grind myself against your face causing you to hold your breath. For a moment we are both silent as my muscles tense and I begin to come. Sounds escape my throat as you find space to breath, never interrupting the motions that sent me over the edge. You slow as I behind to come down, but your hand turns, encouraging my muscles to grip you tighter, an often uncontrollable spasm that can cause me to come again. I do, the pain of my sensitivity creating an even larger release.

When it is over, your hand retreats and you rest a moment, cheek on my tummy. We catch our breath and you climb atop my body looking to kiss me. Your hard nipples graze my chest sending shivers down my body. I breath the scent of my sex on your face as we kiss. The taste is sweet, a perfect mix of soft sex and soft lips. Our eyes meet and and you finally speak, a wicked gleam in your eye.

"I think it's time you return the favor."

I grab your face and pull you to me, my right leg bending at the knee to find the wetness of your pussy pressed upon it. You grind yourself into my leg as I turn to see Daniel, cock in hand, nodding in approval.

Effects of Effexor, The Aftermath

2011-03-21T00:01:00.007-04:00

I had high hopes that the transition from Effexor to Wellbutrin would be easy and painless. Sadly it has not been so. Two weeks ago, per my doctor's instructions, I began taking the Wellbutrin with my Effexor. The second week I took the Wellbutrin every day and the Effexor every other day. Since last Wednesday, I have been solely ingesting the Wellbutrin and beginning on Friday evening I have been feeling terrible. Headache, dizzy, hot flashes, nausea, random bouts of sweating, and a general malaise have hung over me the last 3 days. Added with my penchant for bursting into tears at the drop of a hat as well as the random suicidal thoughts and I'd say I'm doing quite well! ;-)

Joking aside, though I physically feel like hell, Daniel has said he notices a difference in me sexually. He says, "...it was all a little bit subjective, but it seemed easier to get you closer [to orgasm]. Easier to get you going and keep you there. Things before seemed so fragile, like little things would distract or frustrate you and I could never keep things right for long enough to even get you close..." I dare say I would have to agree. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but in experimenting with our first toy for review, even though I was feeling so terrible, I was able to accomplish not one, but two orgasms with a toy that isn't exactly built to service my particular body.

As the toy easily slid inside of me I was hesitant. Not really wanting to attempt my pleasure as I had been so let down in the recent past. I was wet though, and my body betrayed me. The orgasm was upon me quickly although this particular toy had proven troublesome. As I lay texting Daniel to relay my success, the toy still buried inside my wetness, my pussy twitch around the thin shaft. This involuntary movement sent little shocks of warmth to my clit, still lying next to the cold plastic of the rabbit shaft of the vibe. Could I do it again? I pondered. I seemed so close to the edge again already...
I pushed the toy further between my wet lips, both shafts seeming to have found their perfect place amidst my flesh. I pushed the button 3 times to bring the highest level of stimulation to both my g spot and my aching clit. I was immediately on the edge again. I made a small circle around my clit with the toy. And again. My pussy twitched and warmth spread throughout my lower half. I bit my lip, panting, muscles twitching. My lips curved into a smile, the upper ones of course. As my body began to relax, my numb fingers began a triumphant text to Daniel, only 2 minutes after the last one.

So yeah, I think frances is on the mend. ;-) I may feel like poo-poo now, but I think there might be a pin prick of light at the end of the tunnel. Watch out world!

Review 1: Short & Sweet Sugar Rabbit Vibrator by Evolved Novelties

2011-03-20T16:56:00.002-04:00

*Please review our guidelines for reviews here*

-------Quick overview-----
Who will like this product? Those who enjoy...

short, thin objects for penetration
low frequency vibrations
ribbed texture
direct clitoral stimulation
rabbit vibrators

Pros:

Phthalate-free and body safe
Waterproof
Double motors (one for each 'shaft')
Ribbed texture
Quiet
Supple material allows for adjustment depending on individual preferences

Cons:

Short(ish) battery life
Vibrations too gentle
Difficult to achieve perfect placement inside and out without effort
On/Off switch placement allows for power outages at inopportune moments

Now let's get into the nitty gritty...

Materials & Workmanship (3 pearls): Non-toxic TPR (soft plastic). This allows the toy to flex and conform, which is both good and bad. Although it helps make this toy more "everybody friendly" it's also difficult to keep it just where you need it. The base is the most high end looking part of the toy. It's sleek and the controls are satin-smooth and coated. They blend in with the base. Unfortunately the see through jelly look of the shafts make it look cheap to me. (Though it's in the modest price rage of toys.) I don't think it will last forever, but it certainly won't fall apart after a few uses.

Aesthetic Appeal (3 pearls): As I mentioned above, the base is nice. Good color. Gives it the impression of a higher end toy. Unfortunately, the material of the shafts and the ribbing bring it down at bit in the cute category. It's certainly cute enough though, that you won't be TOO embarrassed should someone stumble across it. The tin it comes in is clever, albeit a bit big for such a small toy. I'd actually use it for something else were it didn't scream "sex toy" all over the outside. (Not really, but you know what I mean.) The color is nice. We received the purple one and I like the lilac tone to it, especially at the base where it is not see through.

Features (2 pearls): The fact that there are 2 motors, one for each shaft, gave this toy an extra pearl. This brings the vibrations all the way to the tip of each shaft and allows much more stimulation in both the vaginal and clitoral areas. Unfortunately this is imperative as I do not feel the motor is that strong. There are 3 settings, but even on high I wasn't blown away by it's strength. This relates to the battery life as well. The first time we used it, the vibrations were stronger then when I pulled it out for a second try a few days later. I was surprised the change in strength after only one use. We've played with it for maybe and hour total and I already feel it might benefit from fresh batteries.

Fun (3 pearls): The first time we used this product we were together. Daniel tried rabbiting me into orgasm land. No luck. So I tried. Once again, I could not figure a way to make this toy work for my body. If I got the vaginal shaft in the right place, the clit one was poking me too high and vice versa. Thankfully, I gave it another shot before this review and I'm happy to say that I was able to achieve not one, but 2 orgasms. I'm not sure what the difference was today, but the fact that it was this difficult to achieve makes me believe this won't be my go to toy. This is not to diminish the fun to be had with this little gem. I am just a firm believer that rabbit toys are hard to make so that they fit everyone. Maybe a thinner girl would have better luck with this. I'm not sure, but I'm thankful that EdenFantasys let us try it out, so I can have a better idea what my next rabbit toy investment should be.

"Mystery Category" (2 pearls): I'm giving this an extra 2 pearls for the design of the on/off button. It lays smoothly at the very end of the handle and I can't decide if I love it or hate it. On one hand it is very easy to use one finger to change the speed of the vibrations. On the other hand, this toy in general requires a lot of adjusting in use to get the right spots, so I did have a couple "power outages" where I accidentally turned it off while trying to reposition the toy. This was not helpful, but funny nonetheless. (Side note--> It just accidentally turned on in the tin as I rotated the tin to check that I had the info right for this review!)

Text Tuesday: Daniel's turn-on

2011-03-15T00:01:00.001-04:00

Before I wrote and posted yesterdays short list on what turns me on, I tasked Daniel with an assignment:

f 3/14/11 11:28 am ...in 5 texts or less-explain something that turns you on...describe it. elaborate. or possibly tell what it means to you/does to you. anything. you're gonna provide out text tue for tomorrow. ;-)

He graciously accepted the challenge. It took him all day, but he finally had a free moment to think about it and text me.

d 3/14/11 8:54 pm So, the thing on my mind that turns *me* on is the smell of your skin. Part of it, of course, is your soap and your lotion and things that you put on, but behind it is something that's indescribably you and just makes me want to put my mouth on you. ;-)

d 3/14/11 8:55 pm And I know you still think it's a little bit wierd, but that's why I like you a little dirty. ;-) Cause to you it's maybe "dirty," but to me it's just less soap and more you. :-)

So what turns you guys on? Leave us a comment, we're eager to hear!

A Short List...

2011-03-14T14:56:00.001-04:00

of frances' turn-ons.

1.

The feeling if his breath on my face the moment before we touch. Soft and gentle, warm lips pressing together delicately. A mouth opening, encouraging more. The tingle when his tongue reaches for mine. Kisses like this that intensify to him holding my face in his hands and nibbling on my lower lip.

2.

Those kisses moving from my lips to the spot behind my left ear. The place where my power button is. Where nerve endings seem to transfer all sensation straight to my pussy. Kiss me there and you'll surely find my panties wet.

3.

The scent of my lover. Clean, fresh, his cologne or deodorant. I love burying my face in his chest, cuddling up in my spot under his arm, lost in the scent of him. The smell of man, my man. Sometimes, this alone is enough to make me tingle and flush down below.

4.

I love to have my ass rubbed. Gentle, delicate, broad sweeps across each cheek. Teasing. Soft scratches with fingernails, the ones that give goosebumps. Do this long enough and I will open my legs, begging you to rub and tease the lips of my pussy.

5. Teasing kisses, touches, spanking, fucking, any kind of teasing you can imagine. The more you tease me, the hotter I become and the more explosive the orgasm will be. Tie me up. Tell me I'm not allowed to come. Then, torture me mercilessly with teases. Make me beg. Please...

Coming Soon...

2011-03-13T15:06:00.001-04:00

So, we've certainly written about toys here in the past, but we've got something new that will be coming soon and periodically thereafter here at 29-pearls -- frances and I will be reviewing toys!

Just as a disclaimer, and one we're sure to repeat... Yes, these toys are being provided to us in exchange for our review. But having said that, we're going to do our best to be as objective as possible. We're not going to pretend to love something we don't. Not going to tell you that something rocks our socks when it just plain doesn't. Trust us.

Anyway, the fun part. We've come up with a quick visual aid for our reviews, where we're going to rate our playthings on the things that are most important to us. It looks like this:

And of course, it all adds up to 29. ;-) Ratings will go as follows...

Materials & Workmanship (1-6 pearls): What's it made of? Is it nice? Is it safe? Does it feel cheap? Is it gonna last a hundred years, or fall apart in your hand? (Or, I suppose, someplace worse...)

Aesthetic Appeal (1-6 pearls): What can we say, we're suckers for the pretty. :-) Is it cute? Is it nicely packaged? Does it make you want to pick it up and play with it, or hide it where nobody will see it? Do we like the color? A self-indulgent category, maybe, but hey, these things are important to us, and it's our blog. :-)

Features (1-6 pearls): What cool tricks does it do? Will it make my coffee for me? Does it do all the things that it says it does? If it has a motor, is it strong?

Fun (1-6 pearls): This is obviously the big one. And we understand your mileage may vary. But what did it do for us and our naughty bits? Did we enjoy it? Is this gonna be a new favorite, or not so much?

"Mystery Category" (1-5 pearls): This category will vary from toy to toy, and is our opportunity to give bonus points (or anti-bonus-points) for things that don't fit in the categories above.

We think we'll have fun, we hope you do too, and let's all find some new things to play with, shall we...?

-d.

Effects of Effexor

2011-03-11T00:01:00.072-05:00

I don't think I ever really sat down to analyze what it actually feels like when my body orgasms. In fact, before I became intimate with Daniel I rarely (if ever) experienced the range, depth, or intensity of feelings (physical or emotional) as when I climax now. I really believe I have come into my own sexually (pun intended) these last 3 years. Before I begin to gush all about Daniel and his amazing hands, and tongue, and cock and...where was I? Oh yeah, since October I've been struggling with my 'new' sexuality on meds. Antidepressant medication to be exact. Long story short, it has made me think a lot more about what's going on with my body surrounding climax. Once I get myself sorted out medically I'm hoping to revisit this topic to view my orgasms on a more balanced, 'normal' frances scale. So, yeah, this post is all about my orgasms on drugs.

I was, until last week, taking Effexor. I am currently weaning off it and onto Wellbutrin. As successful as Effexor was at regulating my moods, I gained 12 lbs, had an incredibly diminished sex drive, and MAJOR difficulty orgasming. I am sure Effexor is not entirely to blame, so let me get to the point, talking about what my body FELT like sexually on Effexor.

It was much harder to convince my body I was horny and noticeably more difficult for me to become aroused. Mentally, I knew I should be, on account of the fact that generally I am like a 12 year old boy when it comes to thinking about sex, but physically I was noticeably less wet, flushed, and turned on, even when I wanted to be. It was almost like my body was numb. Not on the surface numb, but that weightless haze like floating lazily underwater. It's like the sensations never penetrated past the top few layers of my skin.

This feeling especially plagues my clit. It feels desensitized to pleasure. It is sensitive, but seems to feel more pain than pleasure. It is even harder than before to find that perfect spot to make me come. And now that I think about it, clitoral orgasms are pretty much non-existent on Effexor. I would try, placing a vibe off to the side of my clit, in a spot that felt promising and I could establish that burn in my tummy, that warmth of pleasure in my pubis, but I always knew (and proved on more than one occasion) that there was no way I was going to make it to the finish line that way. Before the drugs it wasn't easy, but I could totally get off that way in say, 10-15 minutes with minimal effort.

Having made this clitoral discovery, I resigned myself to the fact that I would need g spot combined with clitoral stimulation to achieve the Big O. My orgasms are always stronger this way, so that's not necessarily a bad thing, but that numbness I spoke of before also effects my g spot, so any orgasm is like three times the work. I find myself having to rock the toy in and out of my pussy, stoking my g spot WHILE rocking and moving a vibe on my clit. This is just not normal for me. I'm getting used to it, figuring it out, but this whole body desensitization is really frustrating. It shouldn't be so much damn work!

That said, on Effexor I have had some seriously intense g spot orgasms where the sensations tend to last a whole lot longer than my standard orgasms. Actually, on Effexor, I have had more multiple orgasms than ever. That's awesome, but overall I'm not sure it's worth the trade.

The final sexual dysfunction that Effexor presented me was a mental hurdle that I, along with other women (if I'm to believe popular women's rags), experience naturally--Presence. It was nigh impossible for me to stay focused, aroused, and present in the passion with Daniel. Even when I was drug free, little daily stresses would creep into my brain and sidetrack the last train to orgasm-land. The Effexor pretty much prevented me from even using Sexy Barbie to get back on track. I know this relates to my initial problem of decreased sex drive, but having struggled with presence before, I thought it needed elaboration.

I look forward to seeing what the Wellbutrin does for me. I want my libido back. I want to FEEL again. To yearn. To need. I miss the passion of my senses. The electricity when D touches me 'just so.' Just wish I didn't have to trade for the multiples. ;-)

Frustration

2011-03-10T14:41:00.004-05:00

Frances is frustrated. Earlier this week, Daniel retrieved a little package from OUR PO Box. A package from EdenFantasys that we hope will be the first of many. That's right, folks! Francesanddaniel are taking the next step in our sexual journey. We have become sex toy reviewers. (Well, not technically since we haven't reviewed anything yet, but soon!) However, herein lies the rub...we have hesitated taking this step for the last 2 years because it is often difficult to determine when we will be able to escape to see each other and play together. (Falling in love with a married person 2 hours from your home will do that...) Thus, the thought of masturbating myself into and orgasmic coma with this cute rabbit style dual stimulation vibe

(my first vibe of this variety) is driving me insane. I am not the kind of girl that likes to wait. The phrase 'instant gratification' comes to mind...

We are determined to make this work. We are feeling hopeful and eager for change. (As indicated by more frequent blogging/interaction with blog friends, a new look here at 29-Pearls, and our daily search for a place to live.) We are determined to stay motivated to see each other, find an apartment to share, and, of course, find time to
play and review.

So, although 'Jessica' (get it? I named my new vibe after Jessica Rabbit) ;-) is currently buried surreptitiously in the depths of the trunk of Daniels car, it will not be long before she is plumbing my depths and I'm telling you folks all about it.

Are you as excited as I am? Please leave a comment if there is something specific you'd like to hear about!

Underneath The Stars (The Less Dramatic Version)

2011-03-09T08:50:00.001-05:00

I had an appointment that required me to go back to my hometown recently. Seeing that it's close(ish) to Daniel's work we decided to meet and have a little date. We have been anticipating the day where I could take him to all my local spots and show him where I got up to trouble when I lived with my parents. As we drove through the town I pointed out roads and landmarks, some of which he has heard stories regarding and others, not. He waited patiently with beer and hot dogs at a dive bar that he loves and that I used to go to with my grandmother. (Only for the hot dogs back then!)

Once I finished with my appointment there was one special spot I had wanted to show him and claim for ourselves. This may sound creepy, but my parents house is next to a cemetery. A large, lovely cemetery on top of a hill. I can't remember a time when I didn't find this particular cemetery peaceful and quiet. I was never scared to be there. In fact, I spent much of my time sitting at the topmost part of the landscape, looking out over the city. The view is incredible, indescribable. (Though I am going to try.) You can see the entire town from that hill and if you tilt your head upright, the stars seem as if you can reach out and grab them. Needless to say, this was one of my favorite places to hang out as a child.

Then I got older. Soon it was a place to hang out and do all those things that experimenting teenagers do. There is a little cove surrounding a religious icon in the hill that is perfect for concealment. Throughout high school, my group of friends would hang out there. I wasn't too wild, but there was some drinking, pot (possibly other drugs), and of course little sexual escapades. (Mostly none by me as I was the goody goody). In the summer it was the place to watch the town fireworks and in the winter it had the best sled riding hill around. I had forgotten how much this place meant to me.

Daniel and I parked my car, leaving the lights on so I could try and find my grandfather's grave. We trekked around the crunchy grass cursing the lack of a flashlight. After we found it, I began walking uphill with him following. He tried to give me light with his cell phone, but I know this place. I know if you wait long enough, your eyes will adjust and things become clear. Even without sight, I could have found the cove.

"Ready for a little rock climbing?" I joked.

We scaled the final hill and the city was laid out before us. The air was crisp. Barely 40 degrees. The world in front of us alight with stars and house lights. The only thing missing was the moon. I can't wait to take him back there to see the full moon. We kissed. I sniffed my running nose. I whispered little things to him, frightened we would be caught, but all the while knowing this was the only place on earth I would feel "safe" getting up to no good in.

He embraced me from behind, and THAT's when the fun began...

One small step...

2011-03-08T11:43:00.003-05:00

We've written here before about the secret P.O. Box at the post office around the corner from my office.

Well... it's nothing earth-shattering, but it's a small thing that we can say is official. It's no longer my P.O. box. It's OUR P.O. box. :-)

As of about half an hour ago, we are now:

francesanddaniel
P.O. Box 111
Town-where-Daniel's-office-is USA

In other news, we have a package! But more on that after we play with it... ;-)

-d.

"Stuff:" Want vs Need (with a little emotional confusion)

2011-03-08T10:34:00.003-05:00

How's that for a title? Kind of as mixed up as I feel...

When I look around my apartment, I wonder what things I will get to take with me when I leave. Will my favorite chair make the move? My treadmill, my favorite lamp, all of the matching accoutrements I have acquired for the bedroom over the last seven years? Will Daniel and I even want the beautiful four poster bed with matching cherry dresser and side tables that MY uncle gave to me after his divorce? I look at this "stuff" and I wonder, "can I live without it?" "Is it possible for me to leave it behind?" The short and easy answer is yes. They are just objects. The real treasure in leaving is finally getting to live the life we've dreamed about with the man I know will be a partner, supporter, and friend.

Obviously, many of these items are emotionally tied to the 10+ years I have spent living with the man and trying to make a life with him. (That bed especially, and understandably so, is a little tough for Daniel to swallow.) And similarly, anything he brings from his time with her will have equal visceral connections for the two of us. However, how do we balance that dislike of sentimental emotional ties with the fact that we will need a bed to sleep in, dishes to eat of off, and just general "stuff" to fill our house and make our new place a home?

I am often much more conflicted with the loss of "stuff" than Daniel is. The man and I have never had much. We scrimped and saved and have mismatched-hand-me-down everything. Our financial situation has never been the best on account of our career choices, but over the years I have begun to be able to decorate in a way that I like. I have amassed a few treasures that I will be disappointed to lose.

What am I trying to say? It's hard. Hard to explain the circles of logic and reason rolling around in my brain. I know in my head that I don't want these specific "treasures" with Daniel. They will not be ours. We want to have our own "stuff," to create our own home environment as a couple to plant our little family in and watch it grow. However, for the time being, we will not have large sums of money to replace anything we might lose in the divorce. We cannot go out and spend thousands on the perfect bedroom suit or complimentary linens. It would just be unwise and irresponsible. So we are stuck deciding what items have the least emotional ties to our others.

Daniel and I had a long discussion last night about things we would be able to take and those that we might not want. I think we now understand the sticking points for each of us. It was a good conversation and gave us a realistic look of our lives after the move. Unfortunately, the moment we leave our respective houses, we will not be free of the lingering memories of our time as husband and wife to the others, but I am confident that over the years, Daniel and I will be able to replace these memories, this "stuff," with items that are infused with francesanddaniel.

I am very interested to see what mix of household wares our new place gathers. I am sure they will look different in the light of our new found freedom. Until then, and until we can afford to replace anything we might lose, I'm going to try really hard to remember that it's all just "stuff."

Underneath the stars...

2011-03-03T21:23:00.002-05:00

*Please press play before you begin reading.*

Floating here like this with you
Underneath the stars, alight for 13 billion years

The view is beautiful, ours alone tonight
Underneath the stars

I can feel the warmth of Daniel against my back as I relax into him. The city is spread out before us, lights twinkling in the crisp winter air. He kisses my head and my gaze raises higher, the sparkling city mirroring the starry, cloudless sky above us. I giggle. His cold hand wiggles into the back of my pants as the other snakes its way up my stomach, leaving my skin exposed to the night air.

Spinning round and round with you

Watching shadows melt the light

Soft shining from our eyes

Into another space is ours alone tonight

Watching shadows melt

Lost in sensation, his fingers find my clit, pinching, rolling the slick bead between my labia and his fingers. I moan. The fierce cold heightens every sense. Unable to ascertain why, I tremble. Perhaps it is his skillful hands or maybe the cold night air, even more likely, it is the thrill of standing atop a hill in the midst of winter preparing for his cock to fill the wet space he has created between my legs.

And the waves break
And the waves break

“Bend yourself over that rock for me.” He growls as the unmistakable sound of zipper teeth unlocking fills the night. My pants fall to the ground, my hands are painfully cold as I present myself for his view, a trail of wetness rolling lazily down my leg. Body heat radiates solely from my cunt and it is begging him to take me. I don’t have to wait long. His large head slips through my wet lips. I push back to meet him until he is fully inside. We pause.

Whisper in my ear a wish

We could drift away held tight

Your voice inside my head

The kiss is infinite and ours alone tonight
We could drift away

He takes me roughly, pounding my pussy mercilessly as we stand concealed only in darkness. Our moans echo down the hillside accompanied by the raunchy slurp of my greedy pussy assaulted by his hard cock. “I need to taste you.” I whisper, even though I could scream it and I doubt anyone would notice. I fall to my knees, ignoring the cold that envelops me. In the dim light, his cock seems to steam from the heat of my juices. I swallow him whole. His bulbous head meets resistance at the back of my throat. He exhales and twines his hand in the hair on the back of my head. He uses this to push further into me. In an instant he is gone and I am once again bent over the cold stone. His fingers find my g spot and I feel my pussy twitch. He replaces his fingers with tongue and laps hungrily at my juice.

Flying here like this with you

Underneath the stars alight for 13 billion years

The view is beautiful and ours alone tonight
Underneath the stars

Now the rock is at my back and Daniel is kissing me. I can smell my sex on him. I can taste the sweetness of my pussy on his lips. My eyes are wide open the nigh sky is massive above me. Stars swim in my vision as he grinds his hand against my pubic mound. As good as everything feels I cannot close my eyes. The view is too amazing. I cry out and pull him to me, the weight of his body connecting us to the rock below.

And everything gone and all still to come

As nothing to us together as one

In each others arms, so near and so far
Forever as now underneath the stars

I tingle from the cold, from his touch. Fucking me from behind again I feel his hands on my hips. His skin is cool like mine. Our breathing is ragged as we grunt and slam our bodies against one another. I can feel his cock extend even further into me as he gets close climax.

As the waves break

Daniel cries out loudly. He realizes there is no need to be quiet. I can feel him spasming-once, twice, over and over. My pussy clenches tight around him. We are panting together. Our muscles exceedingly taxed from the exertion and the weather. There are no words. We right ourselves and embrace. His kiss warms my lips as the river of come flows out between my legs.

(I'm Gonna Be) 16,000 Miles

2011-03-02T15:45:00.002-05:00

"Just think how far we've traveled in this relationship," frances said last night as we were on our phones, driving our separate ways from our evening spent together (and more on that soon)...

"How far do you think it's been?"

So, we did the math. Sometimes, we've seen each other three or four times a week. Those have been good times. Sometimes, it's been a month or more. Those, obviously, have not. But on average, we figure we've seen each other about once every other week. And if we meet halfway, it means about 100 miles round trip for each of us.

So, 100 miles, every other week, for about 3 years... means we've each driven about 8,000 miles. Or, roughly, about enough to have each driven once around the country like you see above.

Crazy.

But i'd do it all again in a heartbeat... :-)

-d.

The turning point.

2011-03-01T16:09:00.002-05:00

As April nears I am constantly imagining the moment I have 'the talk' with the man. You know, the one in which I break his heart and confirm the dissolution of our marriage by admitting I am leaving to be with Daniel. Every time I run through the scenario in my head it is different. However, no matter what I say, what words I use, or how I try to sugar coat it, it ends up being this huge, surprising bombshell from which I can't even begin to determine the type of fall out there will be.

As it stands currently at the frances-and-the-man household, he is completely oblivious. I realize that this is entirely my fault. After my brief and devastating three day separation from Daniel, I never discussed the fact that I couldn't live without my love and have since reconnected with him.

The topic really has not come up. In the man's post break up victorious world we are on track to live happily ever. In the few minutes of serious life discussion between the man and I he has brought up buying a house, having a family, and how he feels we are on the right track to being together. Every time, I brush him off. I honestly only see him for collectively 25 min during the week and a few hours (if that) on weekends. The time for serious discussions such as these just never seems to present itself with sufficient time, on account of his current work schedule.

Sadly, this schedule has been both a blessing and a curse. I feel free and happy to live as if I've already left him. We live at the same address but almost in different shifts. Though his pursuing of my body and affection is obvious in the minimal we spend together, I can easily treat him as a roommate and not a husband.

We still have our accepted duties around the house. I pay the bills and tidy up, while he takes out the garbage and does the majority of the laundry. He still does nice things for me. He still seeks to please me and 'win me back.' I just don't understand how he can not see that I was lost to him long ago.

So yes, I am a coward for not telling him I'm seeing Daniel again. Yes, this will make the news of my departure even harder to bear. (The word that constantly rings in my ears is, BETRAYL.) And yes, I feel like an evil human being for the way this has all gone down, but I know that at the moment I sit him down, the second I say those words that I am dreading--I know that in this painful separation we will both be free. The man will be able to begin his life again without me and francesanddaniel can begin the life we've only dreamed about here.

I dread this moment on many levels, but it is the turning point and I am eager to see what's around the corner.

Trying too hard.

2011-02-20T19:19:00.001-05:00

One of the perils of francesanddaniel's relationship is our lack of actual physical time together. Although we spent a lovely evening together Friday night, the end result can be summed up with the title of this post.

Let me explain. First and foremost, I got to spend 2 hours playing proud girlfriend as D hammed it up onstage at his local theater. He was fantastic. So fantastic, in fact, that they will be doing encore performances in the future. I wanted nothing more to throw my arms around his neck and cover his face with sloppy kisses when he exited from backstage. Sadly, we hugged, he kissed my cheek, and we snuck out the back door to avoid scrutiny. I digress, he was terrific and I wish I could send you all out to see the show, but back to the topic at hand.

We retired to the hotel room for a the few hours we would have before he needed to head home. We shared champagne and I gave him a much needed/deserved back rub. We talked. We laughed. We just generally enjoyed each other's company. And then things kinda went downhill.

I had mentioned in my last post that we were going to have a bit of a belated Valentine celebration. There was even jewelry!

Daniel is so good at picking me shiny things that I love. What a sweetheart! Once again, I digress.

So we were celebrating and of course had talked ourselves into a sexual frenzy before we met. Sexy pictures were sent. Naughty words were texted. And yet, when the time actually came, we might have been better off just curling up together for a nice long snuggle.

Don't get me wrong. The intimate time we spent together was terrific, as always, but we were both tired and slightly under the weather and he had just expended 2 hours worth of energy doing his self proclaimed bad "Barney Fife" impersonation. Needless to say, we were beat. Yet we tried. And tried some more. And then we switched positions and tried again. AND again.

So to sum up, it wasn't the doggy style that was bad, or the missionary, the cuissade, or cowgirl. These are positions we've perfected and they are thoroughly pleasing to all our naughty parts, but nothing seemed to be able to give us that second wind enough to orgasm. We unsuccessfully tried some rough stuff as well as a little anal play and in the end Daniel filled me full, after which we collapsed together in a sweaty, exhausted heap, but my question is: was it worth it?

That question is a bit difficult for me to answer. Of course, any time I spend with his hands on me is worth it, orgasm or not. But were we just trying to prove something? To ourselves? To the idea of what Valentine's (or any celebration) should be? What purpose did trying so hard serve? I want to say it made us feel closer, but I can't. I felt the closest when he spooned behind me all warm with his hand in the perfect spot on the curve of my hip. So why did we persevere when clearly it wasn't "working". In truth, I can't say.

Perhaps it was a bit because when we REALLY want sex we can't always have it. On account of the state of affairs, when we we are horny and ready to go, we can't actually always be together. So when we CAN be, we try to make up for lost time and it usually works. However, this time I think we could have better connected if we had curled up in bed with the TV on and acted like an old married couple. Because that's what we'll do when we live in the same house and share the same last name.

Longest Day on Earth...

2011-02-18T09:33:00.001-05:00

9 pm can't come soon enough. I am currently at work. Daniel is also sitting behind his desk attempting to concentrate on things other than my naked body. I'll admit, I'm not making it easy for him. Texts about my wet pussy will be constant all day. Followed of course by those chronicling how much I'm looking forward to having his nice hard cock fill me up. You see, later tonight, Daniel And I have plans. A date, if you will. It will be a bit of a belated Valentine's Day celebration. First I will get the opportunity to sit in the audience and be the proudest girlfriend ever as D takes the stage to show off his acting talent. Afterward, I will finally get to relax in his arms and have a few uninterrupted hours if time together. Time for presents and time to be naked. Never nearly enough time, but I'm trying to focus on the fact that we have plans. That rarely is able to happen in our world. We're always at the mercy of everyone else's schedule.

So every second today seems like 20 and this day is moving like molasses. But later, we should have some good stories to tell.

For My Valentine

2011-02-14T00:01:00.000-05:00

Read no further if you aren't willing to listen to me gush about my love for Daniel, but if you are in the mood for a little romantic overture, then please continue on and enjoy!

Therapy has been a sore spot with me since I began it at the end of 2010. However, recently it seems we have had somewhat of a breakthrough. I will try to keep this short, but in general we have discovered that I find it really difficult to trust and let people take care of me. For many reasons I have spent 32 years attempting to protect myself and be "perfect." I do not judge others by the same standard I judge myself (THAT bar is MUCH higher) and this has lead me to often look out for others and neglect my own needs.

All this being said, and neglecting much much more, I have come to realize great things about my relationship with Daniel. I am learning to trust, to let go and allow him take care of me. He has become my helper and the number one champion of frances. He does not hesitate to let me know when I am taking myself for granted and now that I have mostly stopped fighting him about it, I realize how good it feels. When I am with Daniel the world is easier. It does not weigh heavily on my shoulders. With him at my side I feel more in balance and able to dance instead of plodding along miserably. I have spent to many years "mothering" others. I am not used to letting someone in to take a bit of the burden. However, it is amazingly wonderful to have a partner that shares everything-- my success, my hurt, my joy, and my pain. I only hope that I can continue to learn to be the perfect partner for him, though I'm trying to settle for "almost perfect." :-)

I am not normally a mushy Valentine loving person. Generally this day goes by with nary a blip on my radar. But with all these personal discoveries and the interpersonal growth of our relationship, I can't help but let my cold heart thaw a bit this Valentine's Day. I want nothing more than to shower my love with gifts. (Both sexual and otherwise.) I long for a fancy dinner out, chocolates, and dare I say it, jewelry. Hell, I'd settle for a romantic movie on TV with Daniel cuddled up next to me on the couch. Since none of this can happen, THIS year, I honor him here with these feeble words. I hope he can see behind my fumbling scribbles to the intense emotion below. I love you baby. You are opening up my world in ways that I never imagined. Thank you and thanks for agreeing to be my valentine. I'll take a rain check for the rest. ;-)

(your name here)

2011-02-09T23:35:00.001-05:00

"So, we got a nice comment from (commenter's real name)," I said to frances not too long ago.

We have a small handful of fellow bloggers / twitter friends / loyal readers / etc. whose real names we know (and they know ours)... And when we talk about them, some are pretty much always their real names, some are sort of interchangable, or end up being something awkward like "(real name)... you know, (fake name)," and then there's one or two that even though we know their real names, they'll kinda always be (fake name) to us.

Of the three I can think of whose numbers are in my phone, one is stored as (fake name), one as (real name) / (fake name), and one just as (real name). And that one used to be (real name) / (fake name) too, but it was kinda long and unwieldy that way, and that was the only (real name) i knew anyway...

So, what about all of you? What do you do? What do you call US behind our backs...? ;-)

-d.

Our First Apartment

2011-02-08T20:13:00.000-05:00

"I feel naked and excited." I said happily.

"Yeah?" Daniel asked. " Naked and excited in a slightly different way than the last time you were naked and excited?"

We both chuckled and flexed our newly naked ring fingers. We were on our way to look at our first apartment together. The decision had been made to remove our wedding rings and assert ourselves as Boyfriend and Girlfriend. Being the worry wart that I am, I insisted we get our 'story' straight before we met our (possibly) future landlord. I was nervous and unsure what possible snags we would encounter trying to find us a living space while not dragging all of our dirty laundry into the bright light of day.

The prospective landlord was nice, curt, and efficient. He spoke quickly and ushered us briskly through the 2 bedroom townhouse. We were excited, eager, and best of all happy. I could tell by the gleam in Daniel's eye that it was promising. He wanted more than anything for this to BE the place. It is a great location. It's quiet. The layout is homey. It had a daycare within walking distance for god's sake! It HAD to be for us.

Sadly though we have talked it through and realize that this place, nice as it was, is just too small for two established adults and a rapidly growing baby girl. We have stuff. (And lots of it.) And most importantly, we need an entire room that bbg can have for herself. (It'll be her house too.) So we'll keep looking.

It feels good to be searching. To be moving forward. We are happy and seeing each other, although briefly, more than we have in a long time. Now, if only OUR perfect place would just fall into our laps, that'd be great.

HNT: Open Up and Say: 'Ahhh...'

2011-02-03T00:01:00.005-05:00

A sexy nursery rhyme.

2011-02-02T15:57:00.000-05:00

Little miss frances,
Likes sexy lap dances,
And sucks both the cock and the balls.

She's willing and eager,
To ride you, though meager,
But don't ask her to scrub down the walls.

The Hunt Is On

2011-02-01T11:42:00.000-05:00

As I type this, Daniel is sitting 1.5 hours away from me behind his desk at work. He will make two important phone calls in the next hour or so to set up appointments to see two apartments that look promising. After work we will both drive 60-ish min to meet and ogle what might end up being our new digs. It's exciting and terrifying at the same time. It has been hard to pin down places that suit our needs. Specifically, we are looking to relocate as close to directly between our workplaces (currently two hours apart) as we can. Couple that with our need for a room for bbg, room to grow our family, and rent that is within the $600-750 range (we're being cautious since we can't predict what our financial issues will be after the split) thus finding the perfect place has been daunting. Regardless, the search is on and we have some prospects. Wish us luck!

Njoy-ing Herself

2011-01-31T13:30:00.001-05:00

The toys had come out. They don't always, but this was one of those nights...

We had had an enjoyable round or two already. I was hefting frances's new favorite toy, about to have some further fun, when i heard a playful voice.

"Can I show you what I do?"

We had talked about this for a long time. In fact, I've gently teased her even here about how she's done this for me on the phone, into my voicemail, on video... in pretty much every conceivable way except with me there in the room watching her. It's not that she's too shy to show me (well... not entirely that she's too shy...), but mostly that when we're together there's too much fun to be found in other things.

Naturally, i said yes. I fetched frances her tiny purple finger puppet vibe from her pouch of toys - this much, I already knew - and settled back down on the bed. Frances let out a sharp gasp as I quickly slid the cold steel of the toy inside her. I paused briefly to give her sweet little clit a few quick nibbles of encouragement, and then cuddled up beside her.

The tiny vibe buzzed to life, and I held her close as she began to slowly pump the njoy in and out of her eager pussy. Occasionally I would find a spot to kiss, or to gently pet, trying to be with her, but not in the way. Mostly, i just watched. And listened.

It was all at once brand new and wonderfully familiar. The sounds were the ones I knew and loved so well, both from her sounds at my own touch, and from those afternoons on the phone. But the sight was one i so rarely get to enjoy. I loved watching her, her soft lips opening as each new pleasure played across her face.

I know my love. I know her sounds, her breathing. I knew she was close. I pulled her closer to me and kissed her neck, holding her tight as she came, moaning and quaking gently in my arms.

"Thank you, baby", I whispered in her ear as she came slowly down to earth.

It was my turn...

Insecurities and Concerns

2011-01-29T00:01:00.002-05:00

As the time nears when Daniel and I will finally live together permanently, little Insecurities are creeping into my mind. I know they're silly. I'm certain he'll still love me if wheat thins make me gassy. If I have in-grown hairs and can't shave daily because of my sensitive skin. I don't doubt his ability to look past these and other curses of being the woman named frances. (...like my velcro dry feet when i'm neglectful of giving myself the occasional pedicure) However well my head knows these things, I still worry. I wonder if we'll actually be able to sleep together nightly. Will his snoring keep me from being able to fall asleep? Will mine wake him up? Can we negotiate the perils of living together successfully once this 'honeymoon phase' has ended? Will he still love me when he realizes my shit actually *DOES* stink?

This is absurd. After everything we've been through, I have no doubt that halitosis in the morning is of little importance to him. Still, I a little bit wish I could retain a bit of that feminine mystery. And yet, on the other hand, I want him to know me at my worst AND at my best. I need to know we can count on each other when we are snotty and miserable as well as dressed to the nines and read to go out. These little insecurities mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. He makes me want to be better and keep myself up for him, AND for me.

So even though these concerns creep in, I won't let them consume me. I know what we have is real and Daniel with be at my side, whether I need a breath-mint or not.

3

2011-01-28T11:08:00.000-05:00

Three used to be my lucky number. I claimed it back in high school the day my first boyfriend asked me out. I was 15. It was the day before my birthday. Third day of my birthday month. For the last 17 years 3 has been my go to number, and it has served me well. When I started this post 6 sentences ago, I thought I was going to say I was done with the number 3, but once again 3 has saved my ass.

From the moment I walked out the hotel door after my break up with Daniel to the moment I caved and texted him, it was just a few hours over 3 days. In that time I had told 2 friends, the man, and considered making an emergency appointment with my therapist. I was devastated.

The first friend, Lynn, congratulated me on taking a step in the right direction. She assured me it would get easier and that I should just take it one day at a time. She didn't care what my decision was, just supported the fact that I had MADE one. Sadly, when I needed her most to check in on me, she was busy being pregnant and mothering a 2 year old. She couldn't have known and I know it is only my impression of things, but I felt that if I didn't contact her she forgot about me.

The second friend I told, Lorraine, promptly gave me a smack up side the head. She said, and I quote, "Well good. It was time you shit or get off the pot." In her defense, I expected this response. My friends have made no bones about telling me their thoughts. However, I had hoped I might get a little conciliatory hug before the swift kick in the ass.

These first responses to my despair just caused me more heartache. I felt so alone and the only person I wanted to talk to, I couldn't. I hadn't intended on telling the man. In fact, I distanced myself from him as much as possible. In the end, he caught me in a weak moment of tears and distraction. I told him I had broken up with Daniel. I don't know WHAT I expected his reaction to be, but what it was, CERTAINLY didn't sit well with me. He was triumphant. Happy. He had "won." He attempted to console me, but his good cheer was too obvious to bear. The worst part though? Five min after I told him, when I'm still crying inconsolably, he tries to get in my pants.

Needless to say, this was the final straw. I hemmed and hawed for another couple of hours before I finally contacted Daniel. I had been trying to leave him little messages on twitter in the hopes that he would give me some reassurance that he was as broken up as I was, but he was being stubborn. I deserved it. I created this mess and I was paying for it.

Thankfully, in the end we reconnected. We now have an end date to this whole affair. We have agreed that by April 1, 2011 we will be together, or...well, I can't say "or," cause that's NOT going to happen. It can't. I can't go back to my marriage. I love him, but I'm not IN LOVE with him. He is currently my roommate and friend, but nothing more. It's painful to know that I made mistakes in getting where I am, but I have to focus on the fact that those mistakes made me frances. I'm trying to get better. I need to be better. I WANT to get better. And those 3 things are going to lead me to daniel.

So, yeah, 3 is still my lucky number.

HNT: In Honor of Os

2011-01-27T14:16:00.001-05:00

I wasn't planning on participating in HNT today, but I stopped over at Os's blog on my lunch break and just had to share. He is celebrating 6 years of blogging. Congrats! (Hope we make it that long. And even more, I hope we're still friends with folks like good ol' lovable Os) Anyway, I digress. Os is celebrating by showing us where is sixth toe ought to be. I too have a similar digital 'condition.' Now he knows he's not alone. :-)

(Forgive the bare tootsies. I'm in dire need of a pedi!)

The Break Up

2011-01-27T10:02:00.000-05:00

It was inevitable no? We were bound to break at some point. With all the stress and doubt piling up, I can't believe it didn't happen sooner. It was Thursday Dec 30th. Daniel and I found ourselves holed up in the midst of the snow enjoying each other. We needed to reconnect. Our Christmas rendezvous hadn't gone well. He was with me physically, but not present with me emotionally. Things were weird, strained, but we were attempting to pretend it was all normal. Blaming the distance on our busyness, ignoring the fact that we were faltering. He didn't know what I was thinking and I certainly could only surmise what HE was. (This is what gets me into trouble, over thinking. Guessing. Attempting to figure out what other people are thinking instead of taking them at their word.) I take a large part of this break up as my responsibility. However, if we were healthy in the first place, I can't imagine it would have happened.

I was snuggled in my spot under his arm. My questions came out of no where. I hit him with the left, "We really need to talk about what we are doing and how to begin the process of leaving them." He was stunned. He didn't respond. OR he didn't respond in the way I had been expecting. He nodded. There was agreement in his demeanor, but when he didn't jump right on board to talk about plans for leaving, my train left him on the platform staring at the pavement. So I hit him with my right. (Sorry, I'm totally mixing metaphors at this point. Pugilism and riding the rails don't really mesh, but it's what I've got at the moment. Forgive me.)

Assuming he wasn't wanting to leave, I jumped to the tack of telling him goodbye. In my defense, I needed SOMETHING to happen. Things felt so off since Christmas. We obviously weren't communicating well. I needed in depth conversation. Placation. Assurances. I got, in my estimation, nothing. At one point he told me he had a lot to say, but couldn't find the words to say it. Of course, being the pessimist I am, I took this to mean he had bad, break up things to say. It was a tidal wave of suck. The harder I tried to get a response from him, the more he retreated and let my mouth fumble us into the realm of non-coupledom. He stopped me once when I got out of bed to leave, but I didn't trust that he meant it. I kissed him goodbye and stood on the other side of the hotel door in tears, begging him silently to come after me. For whatever reason, he didn't. And for 3 long days I was lost, in a panic, unsure what he was feeling and fearing the worst. It was unbearable. There is so much more to talk about regarding those days, but I just don't have it in me at the moment. (And this is getting incredibly long.) Let me leave you with this, after those terribly dark days, we are stronger than ever and currently searching for a place to live, together. We have chosen an end date for this crazy ride (more on that in a later post) and I feel like we are stronger than ever.

They weren't lying when they said communication is key.

Why I love Rough Sex

2011-01-25T21:56:00.000-05:00

If you saw D's last post you kinda have an idea what prompted me to write this one...

francesanddaniel happened to squirrel away a couple hours together last Thursday. It was snowy. We were reconnecting after "the breakup." (More on that another time. I think it's still a bit raw for us.) In the space of an hour we made love in ways that ranged from tender and intimate to all out, rough fucking that ended in bruises and exhaustion. Needless to say, it was intense. I don't even know how we end up in the midst of the rough stuff sometimes. One moment I am cradling his face in my hands as he stares into my eyes lovingly and the next he is pumping himself inside me furiously with his hands gripping my throat. These movements are fluid, never hesitant. He does not question my willingness to submit and I never doubt his power to dominate me in all the ways I need. It is just how we are. And I love it. I love being an extension of his arm. A tool for his pleasure. It's not so much the pain that gets me off, but his power, his need. When I am truly at his mercy I can let go in my head, and more importantly, in my heart.

He slaps me. I am surprised. My face reddens, it stings. The pain reigns me in. He catches my eye.We are there, together. Lost in each other. Frantic. Needy. His hand tightens on my throat. I cannot breathe. I cannot worry about the marks that will surely show. All that exists is the feeling of his weight on me. His cock filling me and my pussy spasming wildly before his next return stroke, deeper than before. My hands tighten on his hand surrounding my neck, urging him to hold me tighter. I must have him closer. Our muscles are rigid as these bodies, prisons of the soul, slam together simultaneously bringing us closer to orgasm and threatening to break bones with the force of our colliding. We attempt to become one or die trying.

That's how I feel about Daniel. I can't have him close enough. I can't live without him. Rough sex can be so many things and come in so many different forms. This night though, for us, it was almost spiritual. All that energy that animates each and every living thing was trying to escape and allow Frances and Daniel to become, forever, francesanddaniel.

"...that's why God invented scarves." -f 1/20/11

2011-01-20T17:25:00.001-05:00

Silly Swimmers

2011-01-12T21:27:00.000-05:00

How I'd love to send D this card...

http://www.etsy.com/listing/62438993/pregnancy-congratulations-on-your?ref=sr_list_14&ga_search_query=sex&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=&order=&includes[0]=tags&includes[1]=title&filter[0]=handmade

Bundling up...

2011-01-09T13:55:00.001-05:00

It's a new year. That time of year when the darkest days are over and it's time to start things fresh and new.

Those darkest days were hard, but more about that in time. We're here. We hope you're well. We hope you're staying warm. *I* am, cause my sweet frances made me a scarf. :-)

Wishing snuggly necks to you all...

-d.

Is the year really over?

2010-12-26T22:51:00.000-05:00

I can't believe another Christmas has passed. We hardly had 2 hours together to celebrate. It's been extremely difficult this year. I feel like we derailed somewhere and the snow's covering the tracks so we can't find our way back. Daniel feels so far from me. Even when he was inside me during our short Christmas interlude, he wasn't with me. We've been stressed. Sad. Surviving, but not LIVING. How utterly hopeless it feels to be with him, but not connected to him. I miss my love.

Another Year and Still Unforgotten

2010-12-22T00:01:00.015-05:00

A year has come and went and we still remember the short, short "life" of our somebody. I'm not sure we'll ever be "ok," but it would certainly be easier to deal with were our lives sorted out. Perhaps someday Dec 22nd will pass without so much melancholy. Until then we remember and mourn in our own way. I look forward to the day where the pain is less and we can let go a little. Until then I take a little comfort in hearing from other women who have struggled. Please visit the links below if you or someone you know has dealt with a loss similar to ours.

http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/parenting/on-lisa-lings-new-website-women-find-ways-to-cope-with-tragedy-2429017/

http://www.secretsocietyofwomen.com/

Ornaments for our "Private" Tree

2010-12-19T18:14:00.001-05:00

People have been tweeting about these ornaments recently. I think they are really beautiful. I wondered, however, what would we do with them? Could I really hang them on the tree? Would we be those creepy, hippy-esque parents with the random statuettes of naked people getting it on? Daniel assured me that he was ok being those type of parents and that maybe we'd hang them on our "private" tree. Pun not intended, until I added the thought that we might make a Clone-A-Willy ornament to complete the set. ;-)

http://www.etsy.com/listing/64041394/custom-vagina-ornament

This one is even offered with sparkles!! Who wouldn't love that?!?!
http://www.etsy.com/listing/64150505/mature-content-flowering-vulva-ball?ref=sr_list_1&ga_search_query=vulva+ball+ornament&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=&order=&includes[0]=tags&includes[1]=title&filter[0]=handmade

I think I might be a little bit obsessed with pussy lately...
Damn, I really need to get a girl friend. ;-)

Not your average porn.

2010-12-15T09:54:00.000-05:00

I stumbled upon this recently while having some alone time with my njoy and a little purple finger puppet vibe. There are no tits. No pussy. No penetration and certainly no money shot. But I think it's undeniably hot. The laughter. The giggles. The way the one girl looks like she'd love to roll over and makeout hardcore with the girl next to her. This is 22 min of what gets me off. Well, ONE of the things... ;-)

http://xhamster.com/movies/504336/orgasmic_118.html

Sex, Meds, and Barbie

2010-12-08T09:45:00.001-05:00

My mind is a crazy place. It often works against me when I'm trying to come. I get distracted. Frustrated. I psyche myself out. The meds have made this excessively worse. (Or at least in my head, that's what it seems.) Either way, I try to stay in the moment by thinking sexy things. Girl on Girl, DP, Ropes, Spanking, Boys, and more boys, all pass across my minds eye. It was no different when Daniel went down on me last night. I was determined not to let my mind beat me. I wanted to come for him. For me. I needed it. We both did.

I relaxed into the bed as he threw off his glasses to get down to business. (I know he's getting serious when he transforms from mild-mannered-daytime-Daniel into my pussy-licking-superhero.) I tried not to let any off topic thoughts pop into my head. A hot girl on girl fantasy began to play and I got close to the edge before I was interrupted with thoughts from the real world. One moment the girl in my dreams was a buxom and sexy girl-next-door type, the next? I was marveling how new Barbie dolls aren't as well endowed as days gone by. It was a perfectly reasonable train of thought as I was just enjoying my dream girl's moans as her luscious nipples were being tweaked. See? Tits to tits. Reasonable right? However, not helpful when a girl has a sexy man between her legs hell bent on making her come. :-)

So I did what any smart girl would do. I consciously made the choice to turn my thoughts sexy. Soon enough, itty-bitty-titty-Barbie was riding a magically anatomically correct Ken in stop motion animation style.

Thankfully these thoughts didn't need to last long. I was back on track and soon had one of the fiercest orgasms of my life. (Almost a triple! Unheard of for me. I can't even begin to put into words how incredible it was. Every time I try, I zone out and the post orgasmic bliss sucks me back in.)

Either way, I don't think hooker Barbie will catch on, but I'm thankful she was around when I needed her.

A voice from the past...

2010-11-30T16:12:00.001-05:00

It's hard to believe in so many ways, but... two years ago today was the day the others found us out. Neither of us imagined that we'd still be trying today... but we are. And with a renewed sense of purpose, I think, which I hope will be enough to finally get us there.

Anyway... frances left me a voice mail that day, that I've saved ever since. I haven't listened to it in ages, until today. She sounds exactly how we felt. Scared... relieved... determined.

She was stronger than I could have ever asked her to be that day. Maybe that's what I saved it to remind me of. We needed it then. We still do...

-d.

f 11/30/08 6:55 pm:

"Hi, love, it's me. I just [unintelligible] to say hi and tell you that I love you, and... I'll try again later. I don't... maybe you're on the phone. Um... I'll keep texting you. I'm really sorry that this is so hard, and I wish I could make it better, or know what to do next, but... I love you, and I'll talk to you soon. Love you. Bye."

Sex and Meds

2010-11-26T14:27:00.000-05:00

I have always been like a teenage boy when it comes to sex. It is often on my mind and I'm not shy about using a few minutes of free time for an orgasmic high. I would say there was a time in the last 3 years where I would come at least once every day. Maybe a better average would be once every other day. (More or less depending on time/mood/availability of a partner).

Now? sheesh! I'm lucky if I get off once a month. Not only do my antidepressants make it really difficult to come (as if it was easy for me before!), but I don't think about it as much anymore. And when I do, it seems like it's not worth the hassle of fighting my body to get that one, tiny, short-lived respite from my daily life. I suppose in a way, since I can't see Daniel much anymore, it's a good thing. However, losing this part of me is...worrisome. Thanks to the meds though, I CAN'T worry about it all that much. I'm sure I'll talk to the Dr eventually and it will get sorted out, but for now I've started a new hobby and a new blog, so I'm keeping busy with slightly boring, non-sexual activities. *shrug* I'm so mellow I don't even care that I'm lame anymore. It just feels good not to spend all day in bed crying and thinking about sitting in the garage with the car running and the door down.

Thankful

2010-11-25T10:38:00.001-05:00

As hard as life is...as miserable as the struggle to find our way has been...I am ever thankful for my friend and lover, my partner in crime, my Daniel. You have taught me so much about myself. About love and lust. In you I have seen what the future could be. Whatever lies ahead, I am thankful for every moment of time we have spent loving and living as francesanddaniel. I do not mean this as a goodbye, but as I sit alone on Thanksgiving, imagining you at home with the Mrs. and bbg, I wonder if that life will ever be ours. Before I succumb to despair, let me get back to my point. No matter what, I am thankful for everything we've experienced and all the love we have shared. I love you and I am thankful, for everything.

The New Frances

2010-11-16T11:14:00.002-05:00

Frances was in a REALLY dark place this last year. 2010 hasn't been good to her, or francesanddaniel. So here's the scoop in her own words.

I let let myself succumb to the darkest depression over the last few months, maybe even a year. Daniel has been begging me for a very long time to see someone, to get medicine. I always had an excuse. Mostly, it just felt too overwhelming to consider even attempting to get better. I know that may not make sense, but in my mind it was easier to live in misery than attempt the changes to make my life better. I cried all the time. I thought about sitting in the garage with the door down and the car running, daily. I never smiled. I was generally a beast to be around and I was surviving, not living. Daniel did what he could to help, but not being my primary partner, he couldn't make the Drs appointments for me. He couldn't make sure I got there. He was helpless, and I so was I. Finally the man stepped in. He asked me to go to counseling with him. I didn't agree. I didn't disagree. In fact, I had no energy to do either. I shrugged. (I did that a lot in those days.) I just let him lead me by the nose.

Our first session found the therapist insisting I get medicine and my own person to talk to. It was my worst nightmare. I knew/know I need help, but antidepressants were just putting me farther from my goal of having children. (One of the main reasons I had been avoiding help for so long, EVEN though in my current situation there was no chance of babies since I was in the middle of 2 men.) This cycle of avoidance was broken at the beginning of Oct. I took the meds and have continue to feel...better (comparatively speaking). I'm not suicidal, I don't cry all the time, and I am actually able to get out of bed, but I am still lost in my inner turmoil. I don't feel the therapy is doing anything but letting me cry hard once a week. I can't orgasm. I don't feel sexy any more. I don't WANT sex anymore. I feel as if Daniel and I are falling apart at the seems--drifting further apart every day. I can feign happiness, and I do, daily. But what's real anymore? Where am I supposed to be? There are so many thoughts swirling in my head. Circling. Twisting. Sending me right back to the start to think the cycle through again, over and over. I feel more mellow. More in control of my emotions, but certainly still paralyzed to do anything about my current situation.

There is so much more in my head that I can't even begin to say here, but don't feel sorry for me. I know I am the root cause of my own misery. I have no idea what will happen in the coming months and I doubt that any choice I make will be "perfect." But something has to happen soon. I'm drowning. Dying slowly at my own hand. I have so much and yet so little at the same time. No one can live like this. A shadow. An actor. I just want to let go...

Maybe I'm melodramatic, but this is it. The new/old frances. Lost. Pathetic. *shrug*
That's all I've got. Now you know.

Misery

2010-11-16T00:41:00.002-05:00

I really miss this blog. I miss having things to say and the energy to say them. I feel like I'm out of my mind. Things emotionally are so much better, but personally I'm still stuck in this quagmire. We're still stuck. And I don't know about Daniel, but I'm sinking fast. Wish I had better news folks, but this is it. Some days I think I'm beyond repair. Even in my misery though, I miss our little corner of the online community.

Xoxo,

frances

Day of Atonement

2010-09-18T06:33:00.001-04:00

I'm sorry, baby...

I'm sorry for the times that the words I've had were not the words you needed to hear. I'm sorry for the times I've doubted you. I'm sorry for the times I've made you feel bad to make myself feel better. I'm sorry for the times when I neglected us; for the times I let us slip. I'm sorry that I'm still so angry over things that we can't fix.

I know this has been a hard year, with a lot more pain than bright spots. And I'm sorry for my part in that.

And I love you.

-d.

Google FAIL?

2010-09-17T09:51:00.001-04:00

People manage to find us all sorts of ways. Some of them just go to the address bar and type it right in. Thank you, you people, for remembering us. Some of them find links from other blogger friends. To which i say, thank you blogger friends. And some people google us. Most of the time, the things they google make some sense. "francesanddaniel", "hnt", various incarnations of "29 pearls", etc etc.

But there's some weird ones. Some of them are things we randomly mentioned once that make me laugh. Some of them are just... huh?

So, for your amusement and mostly mine, here in no particular order are 10 weird and/or sexy and/or funny things that people have found us by googling, sometime in the last year and a half...

1. is leg jointing and kissing on lip make pregnant

(I don't even know what that MEANS, and three times somebody googled it?)

2. naughty mad libs

(Yay! All hail Mad Libs Monday!)

3. "bad bad girl" pissing undercover

(Where Bad Bad Girl pisses is really none of our concern...)

4. "him to touch my" ass or butt or bum

5. dan marino

(Who, yes, once locked my uncle in his bathroom in college...)

6. dimensions of an average shot glass

7. she loves to kiss and smell his balls videos

8. video joey lawrence bulge blossom

(Teenage frances LOVED Joey Lawrence...)

9. what does a dream about a red couch mean

10. i rubbed your clit and fingered you under the table and watched you breathe heavily and grab the table as you started to cum, i fingered you harder and got under the table and sucked on your clit right there in the restaurant

(Yes... ALL of that.)

HNT - Together...

2010-09-16T00:01:00.002-04:00

*click*

This one time...

2010-09-10T21:39:00.001-04:00

...I fucked frances on her uncomfortable green couch.

And then the next day, i did it again.

True story.

;-)

-d.

HNT: Naptime

2010-09-09T08:47:00.000-04:00

*click*

e[Lust] #19

2010-09-03T19:56:00.000-04:00

Photo courtesy of Emmy

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #20? Start with the rules, check out the schedule and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

The Rules - She squirmed in her chair as if impaled there by my finger slowly pushing in and out. “But I can tell you that on our third date, I want something a lot bigger than your finger in me.”

Consensual Nonconsent - He told me he was going to do whatever he wanted to me, and he wanted me to not give consent. He wanted to take it from me. He wanted me to say no, and the less l liked something the harder it would make him.

Love and light - So I move on, not as a submissive, but as the smart mature strong woman that I know that I am. I will credit him with changing me. Changing the way I see myself.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Confessional: Annual Reminder - In the dark, in the car, in the parking lot of a somewhat posh store, he got a fantastic blowjob as uptight conservatives drove past us.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

What's Been Eating Emmy - A yearly test is good for most, but if you find you are playing with a larger than usual number of people, go get retested. Put yourself and your future partners mind at ease.

See also: Pleasurists #92 and #93 for all your sex toy review needs.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationship

Adventures in Buttsex
Beginner Anal Positions
Clever Slut
Ever Changing
Jane Says: Take A2M Precautions
The Big Poly Secret - The Kreplit Famine
The P-Spot is the New Male Orgasm
Vaginal Cosmetic Surgery
What is Love?

Erotic Writing

"...is Hard to Do"
Bathroom Blowjobs
Dance of The Veil(Erotic Fiction Writing)
Erotica: A "Break In" - Fantasy pt1
Foreplay – An Erotic Beginning
Her Birthday
In Plain Sight...
Just a Friend
Loki At Play
Lydia and the Wrong Stockings
my turn
Mike & Jenny In The Bookstore
Need
On Fucking Jesus
Poem
School Detention
Trust Me
The Ordeal (Part Three)
The Heat of the Moment
The Closet
The Lioness
The Belt
The Brazilian
The Show
Voyeur ISO....

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

A New Day
Interview with Athena Hollow of Geek Girls Online
KSL’s 2nd Anniversary
My Evening Out
What Happened?

Kink & Fetish

A Drink and A Smoke
Begging, Pleading
Basement
Dangerous Rope
Day 1- Define Your Kinky Self
How To Find A Mistress
I’m Here, I’m Queer???
Kissing, is all
Leash
Punishment and an Ominous Chain
The Maid and the Jewels
Temple
the 2nd night with the Farmer
Total orgasmic destruction
What FetLife Has Done

HNT - For a friend...

2010-09-02T09:07:00.001-04:00

I've been lucky lately to share a few sexy pictures with a friend. (He knows who he is.) ;-) Usually I spend a ridiculous amount of time trying to take the perfect HNT shot. I'm too much of a perfectionist. I'm rarely happy with them This time, however, I managed to snap this photo in less than 30 seconds and I kinda think it's sexy. Hope you agree. :-)

~frances

Judgement

2010-09-01T00:01:00.010-04:00

I had a conversation with my sister-in-law recently. It went a little something like this:

Sil: "So...my brother just moved out your way..."

Frances: "Oh really? That's cool. Did they get another house out here?"

Sil: "No. Well yes, he's buying a house, but they're getting a divorce."

Frances: (Shocked, saddened, and slighly uncomfortable as always when the subject of divorce comes up) "Oh no! That's sad. I'm sorry to hear that."

Sil: Yeah, well...apparently she cheated on him...MULTIPLE times. She was sick of him never having a job...though you know he just got that good one... I guess she was some kind of "sex addict."

Frances: (Fighting the growing pit in my stomach that threatens to put a lump in my throat) "Huh. That's crazy. What a tough situation for the both of them.

We went on the talk about other things and this little snippet was barely anything in the grand scheme of our time together, but situations like this always throw me for a loop. I blush. I feel guilty. I feel like they know about me and the next instant I affirm that they couldn't, but begin to imagine what they would say if they DID. I put my name in the conversation. List my "sins." I take the heat for these various people suffering their way through divorces and separations in an attempt to see what it will be like when it happens to me. I know I worry too much what others will think. I know there will be lots of nice things, happy things, said about Daniel and I when we finally are. But I also know I will be the bad guy for many family members. I know this, and I fear the judgement.

Text Tuesday: IOU

2010-08-31T00:01:00.015-04:00

So there's this girl. I read her blog. I follow her on twitter. I think she's sexy as hell and I often fantasize a about kissing her soft, plump lips. I doubt she knows this, but yeah, the pictures on her blog are some of my favorites. We've not 'talked' much. I think I was a bit intimidated, but i'm working on that. So when she tweeted this last week, I just had to reply.

8/24 1:26 p Some days I wish I were a dom like @saynine and could request, say, that any willing chick should call and jerk off for me via voicemail.

I immediately wanted to oblige her, but I was busy with work and life. I was shy.

She kept mentioning it:

8/24 2:35p Google Voice allows for 3-minute long voicemails. Gee don't I have any female followers willing to make the very most of those 3 mins? :D

8/24 2:45pm Oh and that wasn't a rhetorical question ya know, I was being serious y'all.

I tweeted back my interest. We flirted a little. Yet still no one obliged her.

8/24 8:47 Still no voicemails of sexy orgasms. *lesigh* I need to find me a submissive girl pet.

This sealed the deal for me. I knew I wanted to be her pet-wanted to please her. If only I could find some time alone!

The week went on and I was unable to enjoy myself for her. I couldn't even find 3 measly minutes. (Though I assured her it wouldn't take that long.)

I known she eventually received some messages and I was sad that I couldn't be the first, but I was still determined. Friday night rolled around and Daniel gave me a pep talk on the way home from work. I was more than ready by the time I set up my laptop and chose a few toys. All told the whole interlude lasted...10 min? Afterward I text Daniel:

8/27 6:18pm well...i played barely and could tell i was ready. found this awesome vid of a girl giving this kinda lap dance. clothes and rubbing/dry humping. super Hot. called the number. said 'hi lilly, this is frances. i've been waiting to do this for you all week.' pretty much came right then. couldn't hold back lol. giggled and moaned and said something like 'i told you it wouldn't take 3 min' and something else about calling back when i could enjoy myself longer. and 'bye' :-) *blush*

I did it. It was hot. I knew she would like it. Sadly though, somehow she never got it. We were all disappointed. She checked the number she gave me to call. I checked the number I called. Both matched. Somehow technology failed us. :-( So I say this publicly and I hope you'll hold me to it...

DangerousLilly, I owe you.

Happy Anniversary.

2010-08-30T00:01:00.000-04:00

Mr and Mrs Frances (ie frances' mom and dad) are celebrating their 35 wedding anniversary today. It amazes me sometimes how they could have spent that long together. The way they fight. The way my mom gives him the silent treatment and my father storms around having temper tantrums. The way my father treats my mother like she's NEVER right and my mother like he's an absolute idiot. How can they still be married after raising 2 children with little money and LOTS of hard work? How, when it seems they have no clue how to really communicate with each other? I wonder these things and yet I know it's possible after the way I saw my father feed my mother a bite of cake as we were out to lunch today. It was silly, as if they were newlyweds, but I could see the love in both their eyes. It works for them. Whatever they have was worth holding onto, amidst the troubles and fights. There is MORE than the arguing to their relationship. I just don't always see it.

If Daniel and I find the strength to be together we would be WELL into our 60s when we reach this milestone. Seems so late. Ten years or so later than my parents, but nonetheless, it feels worth it. Worth the fighting.

Happy Anniversary to two of the most wonderful parents a girl was lucky enough to have. Your example is a good one even if others can't always see it.

If you had the key to our toy chest...

2010-08-23T00:01:00.009-04:00

If one of you lovely readers stole the key to our toy box you certainly wouldn't be disappointed. There's something in there to entertain everyone! We're currently eyeing up a few toys to add to our collection, but this is what we have as of today. (I'll be sure to keep you updated.) I tried to provide you with enough information to find one for yourself. (ie. links to the place where we bought them. Keep in mind though, you can bargain shop for sex toys too!) Also, in parenthesis, there are links to other blog posts where we mentioned the toy. (Lots of pics for your enjoyment.) Please let us know if you have questions or would like more information before you buy a certain toy. We're happy to share our opinions.

INSERTABLE VIBRATORS

Fun Factory Baby Bug from Smitten Kitten (Green Friend)
Intimates Personal Pleasurizer G-Spot Vibrator from Adam&Eve (Remote)

VIBRATORS

Mini-Massager from Adam&Eve (Ours is the freebie version. Like this but no bells and whistles.)
Fingo's Nubby Finger Vibrator from Adam&Eve (Finger Puppet)
Rub My Duckie waterprood personal massager from Smitten Kitten (Duckie)

GLASS DILDOS

Small Glass Teaser from Adam&Eve (Fluffy) (No longer available, but this is close.)
Topsy Turvy Glass G-Spot Dildo (Dan)

STRAP-ON

Pipe Dreams Crotchless Corset Strap-On (Daniel's Bday Gift)

MASTURBATION SLEEVE

Blonde Fantasy Masturburbator (Susan) (another freebie, so it's not quite this, but close)

COCK RINGS

Studded Leather Cock Ring and Ball Spreader from the Smitten Kitten (The Leathers)
Ultra Clear Super Stretch Stimulator Sleeves from Adam&Eve

ANAL PLUGS

Red Devil Butt Plug from Adam&Eve (Red Friend)
Love Pacifier beginner and advanced from EdenFantasies (Pinkie and Blackie)
Little Flirt Butt Plug from EdenFantasies
Lolli Poppers Anal Vibrator from Adam&Eve

NIPPLE CLIPS

Pipedreams Feather Nipple Clamps from Adam&Eve (Clips)

RESTRAINTS

Hog-Tied Restraints from Adam&Eve (Cuffs)

COLLARS

Red Patent Collar with Heart Charm and Rhinestones from Petsmart (Yes, Daniel really did buy my Bling collar from a pet store. Doesn't mean it's not comfortable and cute though!)
Master/Slave Collars from EdenFantasies (Collars)

PORN DVDs

Sunshine Highway from Adam&Eve
Eden from Adam&Eve
Kayden's Krossfire from Adam& Eve

*Note: We did not purchase some of these items. Adam&Eve has a tendency to send along a few extras with each order. (Win!) The porn, especially, I would not have paid for I don't think. Commercial porn just doesn't do it for me. More on that later though maybe.

The Great Toy Box Search

2010-08-20T19:25:00.001-04:00

Every time we receive a coupon from one of our favorite toy stores, Daniel and I search for the perfect place to house our growing collection of erotic equipment. We send each other links to our finds and always come to similar conclusions: inadequate.

"Too small," he complains.

"Not cute enough," I reply.

And just like goldilocks trying out The Bear Family furniture, we sort through the options until we (hopefully) find the perfect one. And yet we still haven't bought one. (Thankfully.)

While visiting the man-family yard sale, I was struck by the absolute perfect solution to our storage needs. The man's grandmother (a woman I very much like) was selling for one measly dollar a blue 60s (?) antique-ish hard-sided suit case. It is in pristine condition and even has the key for both of the top locks. (Though if you read this post, you'll know it is really unnecessary.) ;-) My nana had this very same suitcase I feel, but it was much more worn and tattered by the time it was offered to me.

*Be sure to click for a peek inside!*

It suits our needs currently. There are little side pouches for small vibes and lube and I'm considering making a few interior adjustments to hold things down a bit better. Until then, it suits us just fine and even has some room for our collection to grow. What a lucky find! If that fam only knew what I was using it for...they might have actually made me pay the dollar. ;-)

Come back soon for a list of what currently resides in our toy box
and links to where you can get one for yourself!

HNT - Long Distance Entertainment...

2010-08-19T09:56:00.001-04:00

No frances time for me this week... But there's always pictures. ;-)

-d.

In Plain Sight...

2010-08-18T15:27:00.002-04:00

"Where do you people go to get away with stuff?"

Frances shouted out the window at no one in particular. We were driving around a small town that both of us know and neither of us is particularly fond of, trying to find a place to spend a few minutes alone without drawing too much attention to ourselves. As it was, we'd been talking, kissing, playing... taking a few pictures for the blog, our fingers teasing and straying into each other's clothes... both of us eager for more, but knowing the venue wasn't right.

While frances drove, I reclined in the passenger seat, my pants open to accommodate her free hand. Everywhere we passed was all wrong for our purposes. Finally we decided that the place to be was a nice, dark, quiet residential street. Hidden in plain sight...

We took a left down a random street that looked promising, only to find it frustratingly cheerful and well-lit. Block after block of aimless wandering brought us more of the same... porch lights blazing, children wandering the streets. "It's 11:00! Go to bed!" frances shouted. We were about to give up.

"Ok," I said. "I think I know someplace else..."

I directed frances back though town, over a bridge, literally to the other side of the tracks. "Is this the bad part of town?" frances asked. I answered, "This is the QUIET part of town..." The streets here were narrower, tangled up and down and among the sides of the hills. Finally we found a spot. No streetlights. No traffic. No people. Perfect.

Taking a cautious glance around us, frances pulled her knees up to the seat, leaning across the console to swallow me up. My hips rose involuntarily off the seat and I gasped sharply at the touch of her warm mouth. "I think you need to come for me," she suggested impishly, in between mouthfuls of my hard cock. I answered. "I need to FUCK you is what I need to do..."

Frances bit her lip and glanced around nervously. "Yeah...?" I nodded. "Ok..." she replied, "How are we gonna do this?"

"Well..." I said, nodding to the back of Frances' little red RAV-4, "You're gonna go lay down back there and I'm gonna come climb on top of you."

It was a bit of a funny conversation. We'd done this dozens? hundreds? of times, and yet had to work out the logistics like fumbly teenagers. Frances kicked off her shoes, climbed back over the console, and began to lay the back seats flat. I kicked off my own and scrambled not-too-gracefully back to join her.

Soon we were beside each other, lying flat and out of sight, looking to all the world like innocent cargo. Frances slipped halfway out of her pants (one foot on, for ease of re-dressing), and my hand quickly found her wet and wanting. Knowing we should hurry, I slid out of my pants (halfway again...) and slipped smoothly inside her. Sigh. It had been too long...

Frances was still nicely hidden from view. As for me, i felt a little more exposed. Each thrust brought me face to face with the back window and the empty street. But i gave it only a quick glance from time to time, to see that we were still alone. Mostly, i kept my eyes on my frances.

We shut out the world and fell into our familiar rhythms, and soon I was filling her up. I took a moment to catch my breath and just enjoy her, before replacing my cock with my fingers and wrapping my lips around her tender clit. Two tiny little nibbles seemed to bring her halfway to the edge, when... Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked.

"Arf."

"What was that?" frances whispered. "Dog." I whispered back, neither of us breathing. It barked again.

"We should go..."

We scrambled back into our pants, and up and over the seats. And as we sat gasping in the front, out of our rear-view mirrors came the headlights of the very first car.

And off we drove after it, laughing and driving into the night...

HNT: Ready to Play...

2010-08-12T16:43:00.002-04:00

It's very important to have all your toys organized and right where you want them before you start playing... ;-)

*click*

Happy HNT, all...!

-d.

Desperate Lesson Learned

2010-08-10T20:54:00.000-04:00

For those of you that follow us on twitter you might have noticed my recent tweet:

You know you're desperate to come when you have to pick the lock of your toy chest. ~frances

Color me frustrated. Daniel and I were enjoying our evening phone call when I decided,

"I think I should come before I go."

I was packing for a 4 day vacation with my in-laws and there would be much Jesus to look forward to and sadly no orgasms.

Daniel chuckled.

"Is that like: Hey, I gotta take a leak before I hit the road?"

I guess for me it kinda is. I wasn't exactly randy, but I wasn't exactly not either. But with 4 days of family imposed celibacy looming, my head was telling me I should find a way to be in the mood, so I wouldn't regret it later. (A well satisfied frances is a more kind and mellow frances...)

I reached in the closet for my new toy suitcase. (I forgot! I have to tell you all about this gem of a make-shift toy box I stumbled upon. More on that in another post.) As my hand pulled the somewhat heavy portmanteau from my closet I was struck with a terrifying thought...

"I don't have the key!" I wailed into the phone.

"Maybe I can pick the locks." I thought out loud as Daniel listened on the other end of the line. I could tell he was smiling. I could tell he was getting a small kick out of my desperate frustration. I took my house key and began picking and turning and excitedly attempting to jimmy the case open. With a small twist the first latch popped open.

"Got it!" I shouted triumphantly.

As I worked my magic on the opposite side Daniel began inquiring as to what toys I might consider using. Being pressed for time he suggested an old favorite and soon after I was coming as intensely as I had been trying to access my toys.

MORAL OF THE STORY
I think I better find a better place to keep my toy box key.

At least we know now how easy it really is to break into it.
Lesson learned, but it still makes for an amusing story.

HNT - DIGITAL

2010-08-05T10:59:00.000-04:00

Hands can be sexy and silly, sensual and comforting. Sometimes the best part of being with a loved one is holding hands. These pictures leave a little to the imagination, but we're sure you can fill in the blanks, so to speak. Don't forget to click!

Only good girls get to come.

2010-08-04T06:25:00.002-04:00

I had just gotten home from work. Laying in my comfy clothes on my bed waiting for his call, my hand strayed into the leg of my shorts and under my panties.

"What are you doing over there lovey...?" he inquired soon after I answered his call.

"Playing..." I giggled softly.

"You have been a very good girl today. I think you might deserve to come for me. Tell me what you're doing."

"I have my hand up under my shorts and I'm just rubbing myself lightly."

"I know you wish it was my hands on you."

"Yes, Sir," I said sadly. I pressed my index finger to my tongue wetting the tip and returned it between my legs.

"My hands are good to you..." He crooned in my ear as I returned my wet finger to my pussy and began to trace gentle circles around my clit.

"Mmm...hmmm..." I agreed, sliding my hand lower and slipping my fingers between the slippery lips of my pussy. "I'm so wet for you..."' I purred.

"I think you need to show me." he responded.

"I'm going to hang up and you're going to show me."

I didn't question. I didn't argue. Like the good girl I long to be, I hung up and took two pictures of my wetness and attempted to send them from my cell. While I waited, I retrieved a toy from my closet. A new favorite--a g-spot vibe with a clit tickler and a remote control. It slid into me with little resistance and an audible moan. Just as I set it to a soft purr Daniel was calling me back.

"I got a toy while I was waiting for them to send," I said brazenly.

"Tsk, tsk. Did you ask if you could use a toy?"

After being admonished for my indiscretion, my punishment soon became clear.

"Do you have it up pretty high?" Daniel asked sweetly.

"As high as I can stand it..." I murmured.

"I think you need to turn it up as high as it will go."

"No!!!" I cried into the phone. "It hurts. I can't take it!"

"Do it now. And you have two minutes to try and come for me."

I whined briefly. I considered for a moment lying and leaving it where it was. In the end I trusted my love. I gave him control. I let him give me that which I didn't know I needed.

I turned the dial quickly and moaned in both pleasure and pain. Within moments my clit was burning and I writhed on my bed breathing heavily. Daniel whispered encouragingly, but his words were lost in the purr of the device between my legs.

It seemed to go on forever. I was so close but just could not find the spot to push me over the edge.

"I can't!" I cried, tears of frustration forming in my eyes. "I'm trying so hard, baby." I moaned pathetically.

"Shhhh..." he soothed. "My good girl....you can turn it down now"

"Thank you," I croaked, my body relaxing. My nipples hardened as the thin sheen of sweat started to dry on my body.

"Come for me now baby," he said.

It was not a request, though prying ears may not have thought it so. He knew what I needed. He always knows what I needs and he wasn't going to be done till I got it.

In no time I was panting and moaning and coming in his ear. It was long. Intense. My pussy twitched endlessly.

"I'm...still...coming...." I grunted roughy as every muscle of my body was painfully tense.

"Good girl." I could almost hear his smile in my ear.

As my body relaxed I removed the vibe slowly, still very sensitive. A rush of wetness ran out and I giggled, surprised.

"Wow baby! Thank you." I chuckled. "That was so fucking hot! I've never been so wet."

Now that I think about it. It's the closest I've ever come to squirting. I don't doubt that THAT'S possible. If my Sir continues to take care of me and I continue to be his good girl, everything is possible.

Shuffle Play

2010-08-03T13:54:00.001-04:00

So, i've seen a couple other blogger friends do this in the last few days, so I thought it might be interesting.

The idea, for those who want to play along, is to put your iPod / iTunes / media device of your choice on shuffle and to list the first 25 things to pop up.

Mine, I did with my iPod. A couple months back, I essentially blew up its contents and started over. It was full, and I had basically a couple years' worth of purchases and new acquisitions that I had no room for and wasn't really listening to. So at the moment, it's currently got just over 5300 tracks on it (4-500 albums?) of recent pickups and a core of old favorites. So, not necessarily representative of everything i listen to, but a pretty good snapshot of where i'm at lately.

So, here are my 25 tracks, as they came out. It felt a little bit like it knew Frances was watching, so it picked some stuff for her. ;-)

Enjoy!

-d.

1. Cabezas de Cera - Telerañas (from MetalMúsica / Aleaciones Aleatorias)

I saw these guys at a festival last year, great Mexican sort of 'electric chamber trio' of strings/winds/percussion that incorporates a lot of electronics and homemade rustic string instruments.

2. The Perishers - Sway (from Let There Be Morning)

Frances put a track from these guys on the first mix cd she gave me, on one of our very first dates. I loved it and wanted to hear the rest, but her cd was nowhere to be found. So she bought us a new copy. :-)

3. Bon Iver - For Emma (from For Emma, Forever Ago)

Bon Iver (aka Justin Vernon) is a pretty recent discovery for me. Peter Gabriel recorded his song "Flume" for his recent covers project, and i wanted to seek out the original. Lovely, simple, yet very orchestrated sort of indie-folk.

4. Semisonic - Down In Flames (from Great Divide)

I think I got this for a dollar. I do that a lot. Lol. I think i've managed to pick up practically the entire Semisonic discography for like a dollar apiece. ;-)

5. In Taberna: Olim Lacus Colueram (from Orff: Carmina Burana (Eugene Ormandy/Philadelphia Orch.))

It's not an opera, it's a cantata. I know cause Frances taught me. :-) A good recording of a huge classic...

6. Jason Falkner - Follow Me (from Author Unknown)

This is one of the old favorites I kept on. Ex-Jellyfish guitarist and great, totally Beatles/ELO/Cheap Trick obsessed power-pop singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist...

7. Cabezas de Cera - Tornado (from MetalMúsica / Aleaciones Aleatorias)

Damn you, iPod, and your pseudo-random number generator. ;-)

8. Panic! At The Disco - Build God, Then We'll Talk (from A Fever You Can't Sweat Out)

Another $1 pickup if i remember correctly. Clearly too clever and wordy for their own good, but a fun bouncy listen.

9. Talking Heads - Moon Rocks (from Speaking In Tongues)

Another old favorite, though I must say I prefer 'Remain In Light'.

10. Marillion - The Wound (from Somewhere Else)

My favorite track from (probably) my least favorite album by (probably) my favorite band. 'Marbles', the album before this one, was the best they'd done in at least 10 years, and after that, this one's a total letdown. Don't get it. Do get 'Marbles'.

11. Elvis Costello - I Felt The Chill Before The Winter Came (from Secret, Profane and Sugarcane)

An interesting album by a huge favorite of mine, a full-blown sort of rootsy/bluegrass/Americana album after years of tipping the hat in that direction. Shrug. Maybe it's out of his system? I doubt it.

12. Joni Mitchell - Hejira (from Hejira)

This particular album I got from my brother, but my fondness for Joni Mitchell I get from Frances, and SHE gets from her dad. Great atmospheric, jazzy album, with Jaco Pastorius on bass, who's a well-known monster.

13. Yoko Ono (with Shitake Monkey) - O'Oh (from Yes, I'm A Witch)

Don't laugh, Yoko-haters. This is actually a really cool album, with Yoko recordings remixed/reinterpreted/etc by some very cool people (The Flaming Lips, Porcupine Tree, The Polyphonic Spree...) I don't know who or what Shitake Monkey is.

14. Bob Dylan - The Levee's Gonna Break (from Modern Times)

Blasphemy I know, but I actually prefer the modern worn-down Dylan to the quote-unquote 'classic' stuff. That classic Dylan whine just grates on me, and he should not play harmonica, basically, ever. But the years have been hard on ol' Bob, and now that he sounds like Howlin' Wolf swallowed Tom Waits... Yes please.

15. The Good, The Bad & The Queen - Three Changes (from The Good, The Bad & The Queen)

A cool 'supergroup' of Blur/Gorillaz/etc's Damon Albarn, The Clash's Paul Simonon, Simon Tong from The Verve, and legendary afrobeat drummer Tony Allen, which generated an album far more brooding and downtempo than i'd have expected, considering the folks involved. I put a different track from this on a mixtape (yes, a tape) I made Frances. Which, if i do say so myself, was awesome. ;-)

16. Lied und Duett: Wer ein Liebschen hat gefunden (from Mozart: Die Entführung aus dem Serail (Jürgens, Eda-Pierre, etc./Sir Colin Davis))

Opera! :-) Last year, I was in a community theatre production of 'Amadeus', and while that was going on I wanted to get familiar with some of the music involved. And one of the major plot points revolves around this particular opera. And of course, i have Frances to thank for even caring about opera in the first place. Thanks, baby. :-)

17. Kanye West - Gone (from Late Registration)

It's taken me pretty much until I was 30 years old to start seeking out hip-hop. And a lot of that, actually, has to do with discovering Girl Talk, but that's a whole nother blog post. Anyway, sure, he's an ass, but I always thought 'Gold Digger' was a great single, so I bought this and it's good.

18. Freekbass - Junkyard Waltz (from Junkyard Waltz)

Freekbass is a superfunky bassist/Bootsy Collins disciple from Cincinnati who does a lot of regional touring and who I saw put on one of the best local shows I've seen in quite a while. The energy of his recorded stuff pales in comparison, but still fun.

19. Änglagård - Ifrån Klarhet Till Klarhet (from Hybris)

This album is definite desert island stuff for me. From 92, this was one of the first wave of bands in the 90s-2000s progressive rock 'revival' of sorts. About 80% instrumental (the rest is in Swedish), it takes definite cues from the likes of mid-70s King Crimson, Genesis, and anybody else who played Mellotrons two at a time. They did two great albums, and then that was it, with the exception of a one-off reunion in 2003 that I was lucky enough to see.

20. Marillion - Go! (from Less Is More)

I don't have THAT much Marillion on here, honest. ;-) This one's extra special, though, cause Frances got it for me. Cause that's the sweet kind of girlfriend I have, who finds me things I didn't even know existed yet and surprises me for Christmas. She gives great presents. <3 Anyway, this is an acoustic album that they did last year... which at first glance honestly seemed like a questionable proposition. But it's wonderfully executed, with things truly rearranged, and not just a matter of pulling out the acoustic guitars instead of the electric ones.

21. Tori Amos - Iieee (from From The Chorgirl Hotel)

This is an old Frances favorite that I bought cheap to have it for myself. I think i've only given it one listen, but i like it. I think (and correct me if i'm wrong, baby) that Frances and i like somewhat opposite halves of her work. Of what i've heard, i like the somewhat later, more textured/electric/dark stuff, and Frances seems to prefer the earlier, more piano-driven stuff.

22. Marillion - If My Heart Were A Ball It Would Roll Uphill (from Less Is More)

The random number generator strikes again!

23. Messe Basse: Sanctus (from Fauré: Requiem etc. (Jeremy Summerly/Oxford Cameratum))

Another Frances gift! (Told you she was driving...) Years back, i got to sing the Faure Requiem, and it was one of the most challenging and rewarding pieces of singing i'd ever done. I miss singing. This is one of the other pieces on the cd of the Requiem which Frances got me. It's nice too...

24. The Prodigy - Poison (from Music For The Jilted Generation)

25. Matching Mole - O Caroline (from Matching Mole)

Honestly, i don't think i've ever heard either of these. The Prodigy was cheap, and the Matching Mole i downloaded. And that's why they're on the iPod. ;-)

Feel free to play along! Be sure to leave a comment if you do...

-d.