Jack-off Journal #17

A bunch of dirtied sex toys lying on a paper towel (on which I've scribbled notes).
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May 17th, 2013

The boyfriend went to the convenience store for beer, and Survivor was downloading at a snails’ pace, so I whipped out my Mona 2 and had the quickest orgasm before he returned. Incredibly, the toy died literal seconds after my orgasm wore off. Fate?

Summer 2013

Can I just take a moment to tell you about porn I’ve seen recently that was glorious and/or weird? Because holy shit, Belladonna Sexual Explorer. I’ve realized that I always love watching Sinn Sage. She was great in Strapped Dykes, she was great in No Warning 7, she was great in Sinn Sage Loves Girls, she’s great in this, and every time I see her, she is a beast.

Belladonna just watching in awe as Sinn Sage plows Sarah Shevon.

Of course, I made the mistake of clicking on her Amazon wishlist only to be assaulted by a four-pack of 18″ purple jelly dongs. A FOUR-PACK. OF PURPLE JELLY DONGS. (Thankfully, it’s gone now and replaced with healthy cookbooks and face scrubbers.)

Also, because Belladonna is a boss, Dark Meat 5 with Dana DeArmond and Nat Turnher. Goddamn, this lighting just slaaaays me.

Dana DeArmond getting fucked in the ass by Nat Turnher in Dark Meat 5.

Moral of the story: stick with Belladonna and you’ll be fine. Sometimes you might be tempted to watch something else, maybe Kayden Exposed for instance, at which point you’ll be greeted with Evan Stone rubbing a strawberry all over Tori Black’s vulva, and some camera guy in the “Behind the Scenes” petting a cat…

Evan Stone weirdly caressing Tori Black with a strawberry in Kayden Exposed.
Dude shamelessly petting a cat in the Behind the Scenes of Kayden Exposed.
Actual photo of me at every party.

…but then there’s Belladonna’s Foot Soldiers 3. With Katie St. Ives standing on James Deen. LITERALLY. And it’s hard to argue that one should watch anything made by not Belladonna. (Except that one movie…)

Belladonna's Foot Soldiers 3: Katie St. Ives standing on James Deen.

Sometime in this mess, I dug out some old toys to see how I felt about them present day. My verdicts:

  • I was flabbergasted to find my Fun Factory Delight still had a charge from god-knows-when. This toy definitely hits my G-spot now (unlike when I first got it in 2008), but it’s too buzzy and it prods my clit in a way that I do not like.
  • The Tantus Flurry is good but not exciting. Maybe not worth the calories, much like a McFlurry.
  • The Vixen Champlette is fine but I like my heads bigger.1 Would work well for pegging I bet.
  • I came with the Getaway Wild in me, but that means nothing. G-spot stimulation is a dime a dozen and that handle sucks.

October 1st, 2013

After 6 days orgasmless at Catalyst, I returned home and indulged in a long, deliciously tortuous jack-off session in bed (for once). The porn of choice was Trans Grrrls, particularly this scene which just killed me with hotness:

Hayley Fingersmith and Jacques LeFemme canoodling in Trans Grrrls.

I used my new, updated Crave Duet and totally built it up like I normally don’t. Ahhhhh.

November 27th, 2013

It was the night before Thanksgiving and I had to get to sleep, so I dragged my Mystic Wand into bed and laid on my stomach lazily humping it. A strange and different sensation — it reminded me of dry humping when I was 14 — followed by an odd but wonderful orgasm.

December 22nd, 2013

Much testing of the We-Vibe Tango needed to occur, so I corralled all the components needed. I charged it. I cornstarched the Tantus Little Secrets. I dug out the Echo. I queued up Squatter.

Orgasm number one came quickly — rocking the Echo against my G-spot with the Tango on my clit. Then I tried the Tango with the Little Secret sleeves, which was pretty rad. My boyfriend walked into the room and, dildo still hanging out of my vagina, I started talking to him. “Nice meat curtain,” he said. This is the point we have reached in our relationship.

A bunch of dirtied sex toys lying on a paper towel (on which I've scribbled notes).
This jumble contains: Mystic Wand, Tango, Little Secret sleeves from Tantus, Touch, Mona 2, Echo, Cush.

More toys were used and more notes were taken on a paper towel, until the Tango started petering out and then died. I took this photo to brag about the glorious color variety in my sex toy collection. And to brag about my vag gunk.

December 27th, 2013

For one magical night, I was Howard Stern. Yeah, bitch, I broke in my Sybian properly, turning the dial while each of my friends rode — and yelled things like “I haaaaaaaate it.”

My boyfriend walked into the room and, dildo still hanging out of my vagina, I started talking to him. “Nice meat curtain,” he said. This is the point we have reached in our relationship.

January 17th, 2014

SHOUT OUT TO THE DIVA CUP, which is so comfortable I almost forgot to take it out before masturbating. I can’t believe it took me 27 goddamn years to get one.

My tools of the night were the Comet II, Ceramix No. 4, and Whipspider Ghost (acquired in a tizzy while the company went out of business). My porn choice was Hairy Movie, because it was on my hard drive and I happened to mouse over it.

Just as I was yanking on my G-spot with the Comet II, I got an instant message from that made me feel like a boss.

https://twitter.com/radsexpdx/status/424433513421475840

When all was said and done, I was disappointed that there were only a few globs of blood in the Ghost’s eye sockets. (There’s a reason I don’t write erotica, folks.)

February 21st, 2014

Huge spread of sex toys on my desk.

I’ve been known to lay out an optimistic number of sex toys before I jack off, but this spread represented a whole new level of delusion. So much delusion that I named it delusion.jpg.

The reason: I was leaving for a blogger retreat the following day, and I needed to solidify my thoughts about some toys so I could work on their reviews.

I won’t bore you with the details of my toy combinations or my level of satisfaction with my orgasms, I will just say that only in my life do I have four orgasms and still not feel as though I have done my duty. The Stronics, Comets, and G-Spoon remained untainted.

February 22-25, 2014

During #dildoholiday, I did not masturbate per se. But at various points in the trip I:

  • Danced with OVO balls in, not really feeling them
  • Played around with OhMiBod BlueMotion
  • Watched Lorax massage their temples with the Mona and get endless comfort from the movements of the Stronic Zwei
  • Put the LELO Ora against my forehead and felt it click. “Did I just break my skull?”
  • Shoved my hand down my pants to insert the LELO Hula Beads, then forced my friends to wander around with the corresponding remote

What kind of friends are they, really, if you can’t push vag balls inside of yourself while having a conversation with them?

  1. Except when it comes to real people. Head with brains in them. You know what I mean.