With her orgasm needs in mind, I ordered Good Vibrations’ Flirty G waterproof g-spot vibe. After one use, the rabbit has been retired and the Flirty G has taken its spot in her bedside table.

The nibs stimulated her clit very nicely and she became nicely vocal almost immediately. The little bit that gets inserted does not have any vibrating bits itself, relying on the vibrations from the clit area. At speed two of nine, my wife couldn’t really feel any g-spot action but was consumed by her clit sensations anyway.

Her orgasm was nice and satisfying and her overall impressions of this little vibe were very positive. During afterglow, however, she went through the different settings on the toy, having to click through each to finally turn the thing off. Always descriptive, she said she felt like she was clicking through a PowerPoint presentation.

There are nine different speed and vibe settings to play with but my wife will probably stick to the three basic speed settings, being a get-it-done kinda girl and the Flirty G will probably never have its waterproofness checked, but even with the most basic of uses, this little toy has earned itself a cherished spot between my wife’s nethers.

Knots were always my favourite parts of being in the Boy Scouts and the Navy. That love has carried over into my kink life as well and much of my fetish play involves ropes and bondage.

My good friends at MauiKink.com sent me a sample of their magnificent mohair and coconut fibre ropes to try out and I don’t think I have been more excited to get a package in my life.

The mohair cord is soft, sensual and feels like sex. As beautiful as the mohair is, the coconut fibre is that ugly. But ugly in a gorgeous, painful, owwie-sorta way. Both of these pieces of line are wonderful in their own ways and hold treasured spots in my rope bag.

The mohair knots really well and feels very good on the tops hands as well as the bottoms skin. The coconut will sand the skin off your palms and give your playmates memories which will show on their flesh as well as exist in their minds. The coconut will not really soften much with use either and a quick wetting and air dry will stiffen it right back up again.

I can’t wait to bind a beautiful pair of breasts with these two very different ropes and give my playmates much different experiences.

Check out these ropes at MauiKink.com…Mohair and Coconut.

Kisses and spanks,
Max

Since it was so small, the hostess only needed to rent out the back area, traditionally the area with the play areas during fetish nights and sex areas the rest of the time.

The bar area of the club was booked for an interesting idea…Swinger Speed Dating. Just like normal speed dating except it was couples looking for other couples. Now, swingers, in my observation, tend to embrace non-monogamy but seem to be very vanilla otherwise. Female bisexuality is very common and almost expected however man on man lovin’ is verboten almost universally.

Well, the problem, dear friends, was that the bar was in the speed dating area. If is freaks wanted a beverage, including water, we had to drag our PVC-clad selves and our leashed loved ones into the Den of Kinklessness to obtain it. To say the swingers were…uncomfortable…with fetishists would not do the looks on their faces justice.

However, the more times we came in for drinks, and the more drinks they had themselves, helped their fear turn to curiosity. Soon, they even took timid steps into the back room to see what was going on.

This story, however, is not about one of the timid ones…

As I mentioned in a previous post, the back room has couches, which is where one very drunk lady flopped down like only severely liquored up people can. One of the duty Dungeon Monitors was wandering back and forth and the glowing armband he was wearing to show he was working caught her eye.

“What’s that?” she said, nodding at the band.

“I am a dungeon monitor and I wear this so people can identify me.”

“A dungeon monitor? What’s that?”

“Well,” said the DM, “I monitor all the play to make sure it is safe.”

“So…you watch, then…”

“Yep, that’s about it.”

“Ok then,” she said. “You wanna watch this?” and pushed her pants and panties to her knees in one large motion. Spreading her knees wide, she said, in what I assume was her best drunk come-on voice, “you wanna do more than look?”

The DM managed to not laugh directly at this horrific attempt at a pickup and politely declined, wandering off again.

This did NOT dissuade our heroine at all though. In a loud boozesoaked voice, an offer was tabled…”who wants to eat my pussay!?!?” and as she was yelling this over and over again, she was slapping her massive bush like she was either trying to slap feeling back into it or beat the dust out of it.

Now, eating pussy is one of my very favourite things to do, however her offer did not seem appealing to me in the least. I mean, just because it was under wraps when she came into the back room doesn’t mean it was untouched previously in the evening…not the way she was trying to give it away. One of my gender was not as picky as I and literally dove on her from across the room. Shortly thereafter, they joined another couple in one of the private rooms and I shudder at the thought.

I tell this story to my curious vanilla friends after I tell the one about the fisting and the ice cream…usually they stop asking questions after that.

Kisses & spanks,
Max

So much has happened in the past few weeks that has had me running in a million directions at once…

First and foremost, pre-order your 2011 NYC Sex Blogger Calendar now! At the same time, you can buy a day and leave a message which will last for the entire month…pretty damn cool. Click here to order or click on the banner in the sidebar.

Second, I am very excited to be working with MauiKink.com and Good Vibrations. MauiKink.com is a great place to buy excellent BDSM toys lovingly handcrafted from exotic materials…I have a length of coconut rope which I am DYING to try out. And Good Vibrations is…Good Vibrations! On my first trip to San Fran, I made a pilgrimage to their shop on Valencia Street only to find it closed for another couple hours. I got a really bad picture of me out front with half their sign in the shot, just to prove I was there. On my second trip tho, I dragged my wife and our friend there and we spent over an hour…I was like a perv in a perverted candy store. Their museum of old, and really dangerous looking, vibrators is really cool.

Lastly, I am waiting to hear back on a couple story submissions and I actually had an editor contact me, ASKING to use one of my stories! VERY cool!

Gotta go to bed…took WAY too long to write this…

Kisses and spanks, lovers!
Max

PS: Find out what the hottest sex toys are today at Good Vibrations. These products have been proven to be the most popular with Good Vibes customers over the past few months.

We talked a few times at the beginning of the year but for my own reasons, I can’t have any contact with her if we aren’t together. We burn so hot when we are together, explode like a nuke when we fight and then burn out so quickly. It is a pattern that has repeated itself over and over again with a 12 year gap without contact at one point.

Today is her birthday and it is taking a huge amount of effort to not message her and say Happy Birthday. It is taking an even larger effort not to call her and tell her I still love her.

How long will i crave her?

My picture, taken with the lovely Reivanna Wylde and by Kelly Newell, a fabulous photographer from Life Shots,has been chosen to be included in the 2010 NYC Sex Blogger Calendar!

All proceeds are going to the Woodhull Freedom Foundation to support their work to get sexual freedom recognized as a fundamental human right.

My calendar mates are:

Bad Bad Girl
Brandon B
Coy Pink
Dangerous Lilly
Essin’ Em
Gloria Brame
Jiz Lee
Lillith Grey
Luna
Matthew Lawrence
Mollena Williams
Nina Hartley
Radical Vixen
Sexy Sadie
Sovereign Syre

Click here to see the full bog post from the NYC Sex Bloggers Calendar website!

In fact, since no one else has come out to me as being freaky, I assume I am the only one in my social circle. And, of course, me being me, they all know WAY more than they ever wanted to about my life and lifestyle. Apparently, my long suffering wife and the rest of my family are the only ones who I have a Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell agreement with…

So, inevitably, when I mention that I have gone to a play party, someone always asks me what really happens there and what is it “really” like. Usually they then say, “I would love to go and just watch but I could NEVER…” I always offer to escort them, like a good wingman, no strings attached, but so far, no one has ever put their money where their mouth is, so to speak. There are lots of places I would like to put most of my friends mouths…but I digress.

When someone asks me what a fetish party is actually like, I tell this story…I call it “The Most Surreal Experience I Have Ever Had.”

The club that hosts the parties that I usually go to is, in fact, an on-premise swing club. It is downstairs, underneath a pub/sports-type bar. The old guys smoking outside (smoking is illegal in bars in Toronto) are probably used to sharing the smoking area out front with latex and leather semi-clad people but they kinda keep to themselves.

If you go past the bar and through the hallway with the very…interesting…etched glass nude art, you get to the communal locker room. And then past the lockers, you get to the fun. There are three private rooms with beds, a few areas where the racks, crosses, benches, etc are and a grappling pit, which sees a surprising amount of use. And, of course, since fetish play is very much a spectator sport for many people, there are comfy couches to relax and watch from.

Now, I realize that was a lot of intro and VERY little action, but, trust me, it was important to set the scene.

Once you pass through the lockers and into the back room, pretty much anything goes. The more shy or discrete people will jump into one of the rooms to consummate their passion, but some people, as I said, love an audience.

So, that particular night, there was a rather beautiful woman, completely nekkid, sitting bare-ass on one of the couches in the common area. Her legs were spread wide, her feet on her partner’s shoulders as he knelt on the floor between her legs. She was screaming and moaning her pain and pleasure as her lover repeated punched her in the cervix via her vagina. Now, I have seen plenty of fisting scenes in my little existence, but this was hardcore! He was in her past his wrist and was putting a huge amount of power behind each stroke. She seemed to be enjoying it though so I sat on the next couch over and helped them fulfill their exhibitionistic cravings.

It was about that time when, from the locker area, came a very tall and VERY attractive black man. Muscled, bald…yummy. He was clad only in a dark brown leather thong which was almost the same colour as the skin it covered…sadly, he was also wearing brown socks and tan dress shoes. Dude, just say no.

The couple performing caught his attention and after standing and admiring for a few seconds, he took a seat beside them on their couch, partially blocking my view, but that’s ok.

Now here comes the part where I actually snapped out of my lust-fuelled mindset, lost my erection and said “What the hell?

As he sat and watched this really, really intense fisting scene, with the woman thrashing, screaming and coming over and over again, he started eating the small bowl of vanilla soft serve ice cream that he had brought in with him from the bar area. Sitting and eating his ice cream like he was watching a nature documentary on tv…surreal.

I suspect that story is why none of my friends have ever gone to the club with me.

I am looking for a model in the GTA, comfortable with fetish-posing with me for a photoshoot, with the ultimate goal of a photo being submitted to the 2011 NYC Sex Blogger Calendar (www.sexbloggercalendar.com).

The photos will be taken by a professional photographer from Life Shots (www.lifeshots.ca) in a location/setting yet to be determined. The model is more than welcome to bring anyone they wish to the shoot. And of course, meeting with the model before the shoot is possible and recommended. A model release will be required to be signed.

Just to be VERY clear, this is not a pornographic shoot. There will be no genital exposure or sexual touching by either myself or the model.

The theme of the calendar is “Sexual Freedom” and what it means to the model (i.e. me).

Here are the initial ideas I and the photographer talked about.

1. BDSM
I was thinking of a military-style interrogation roleplay scene. Me in my combat clothes, an additional model bound to a chair, on knees, on a whipping post, etc. Some shots with BDSM toys, some without…the model in various states of undress/coverage. I don’t think I want full nudity. Overall, I am looking for lots of shadow, moody, wet looking…

2. Paid Sex
Me in a chair in a nice suit, a drink in one hand and a fist full of money in the other. The other model would basically be a prop, i.e. a shot with their leg(s) etc…pretty simple.

I am not looking for any particular body type and my only real preference would be the model identify as female. The model’s face may or may not be shown in the pictures and if she has a requirement not be shown, we will be more than happy to work with that.

The proceeds for the calendar are going to charity and I am unable to pay for the model’s time so the only remuneration I can offer are copies of the finished pictures (digital format) and a copy of the finished calendar.

If you have any more questions or are interested, please do not hesitate to contact me.

Kisses and spanks,
Max

Coming Together is pleased to announce the contents of its upcoming release, Coming Together: As One, a collection of erotic fiction and poetry to benefit ONE:

* Introduction (Samantha Kane)
* Doing Shelly’s Dishes (Will Belegon)
* Double the Pleasure (Victoria Blisse)
* The Hunt (Annabeth Leong)
* The Rapture (C. Sanchez-Garcia)
* Ménage à Denim (Jeremy Edwards)
* May the Best Man Win (Skylar Kade)
* My Heroes (Annemarie Hartnett)
* Sleeper Car (Maximilian Lagos)
* The Things That Go on at Siesta Time (Saskia Walker)
* Poets (Daniel Burnell)
* Cunning Little Vixens (Giselle Renarde)
* Farmer’s Market Surprise (Jolene Hui)
* Neapolitan (Allison Wonderland)
* Tailor Made (DC Juris)
* Cold Turkey (Heidi Champa)
* Detente (Lisabet Sarai)
* Euphoria (Angeleque Ford)
* Threesome (Angeleque Ford)
* When Three Become One (Angeleque Ford)
* One (Ramona Thompson)
* The Actress (Lily Harlem) – AWAITING CONFIRMATION
* The Equinox Inside Her (L.A. Mistral) – AWAITING CONFIRMATION
* Guys, Like Gelato (L.A. Mistral) – AWAITING CONFIRMATION
* Light to Share (L.A. Mistral) – AWAITING CONFIRMATION

Coming Together: As One will be released concurrently in ebook and print in April 2010 from Phaze Books.

http://eroticanthology.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-merrier.html

You can check out her toy blog and my reviews at Toys For Tarts.

Kisses and spanks,

Max