By Astrid Sinclair

There are times when I’m completely fine just getting down to business on my own, in fact more often than not I crave these secret encounters in which I choose a comfy spot, make sure there are no interruptions and down I go.  More often than not, these moments are enough to keep me going, but today, today I have an itch for something else, something else that includes an extra pair of hands, a softer set of lips and smoother circular moves.

The only inconvenient to my itch is that tonight, I have no one to scratch it and although I am beyond crazed for sex I am not the kind of person that likes one night stands at least not anymore… (more…)

by: Astrid Sinclair

That is the same exact question I asked myself when I first saw a dildo made out of glass. WHO in the world thought a glass dildo was a good idea?  NOT me I thought, until…well, until one night, alone, horny and eager to find a new toy I decided to navigate the web, not before turning on the private navigation of course.  Page after page the reviews sounded encouraging, tempting and insisted one should give it a try.  Sure enough before I could blink I was already entering the digits of my credit card, I was getting my very first Candy Colored Glass Dildo.

Seven impatient days later, here it was finally! It looked so beautiful, shinny, colorful, long and promising.  It sure looked like candy and while it was tempting to bite I decided to get down to business and enter the testing center of all things considered hot (my bed).  With lube in hand I prayed that it will remain intact, no breaking PLEASE!! How in the world would I explain this to the ER doctor or to my dear mother.  Reassured by the reviews that it will not break I dabbed lube on it and carefully inch by inch it went in, uh ah, the glass felt a little chilly going inside but after (more…)

Living in the western part of the world gives us privileges that we take for granted, plain and simple, we don’t even think of how lucky we are as women to have an opinion, as people to speak our mind freely, as lovers to have the freedom to live together without getting married.  Although, my grandmother might not have liked or approved of my present “living arrangements” I am indeed, one of those people that live with my somebody, because I want to and because I can. (more…)