In which I demonstrate how I get off using my old reliable rabbit vibrator.
It's been a couple of months since I last talked about one of my toys, and since I'm in a bit of a sentimental mood tonight, I thought I'd introduce you to the toy I've had in my box (HAHA) the longest. We're talking over six and a half years of faithful service! That's a long-term relationship, hello.
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In which I ask you to put on a show for me.
What I need you to do right now is close the door and get comfortable. You're gonna put on a show for me, and we're both gonna love it.
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In which I walk you through a degradation fantasy that's had me in a chokehold for days.
This is a fantasy I've been turning over and over in my head these past few days. It's nothing fancy, but it's got me in a chokehold, and I'm not ashamed to say I've touched myself to it a few times already. I finally decided to get it on record tonight—first, so future me can revisit it, and second, in case you want to play along with me.
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X toys with me while I'm trussed up in a hishi box tie.
Earlier today, I asked X to restrain me because I've been under a lot of stress and needed to just feel like A Body. He took this opportunity to practice a bit of shibari and have his way with me.
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X and I have a lazy Sunday lie-in.
X and I hung out with friends online till the wee hours and ended up waking well past noon Sunday. No errands to run—lovely time to cuddle and make out. We were hungry, we were thirsty, we were horny. Guess which we decided to prioritize. No complaints, only cumming.
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Gory's Book Club: In which someone ends up bound with silk to a lush four-poster bed.
Welcome back to Gory's Book Club, a.k.a. Hysterical-ish Lit, where I dip into a book (among other things) and let you in on my thoughts on it (also among other things). This week's read: Tigana, by Guy Gavriel Kay.
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In which the mood is: fuck me, fuck the storm, and fuck yourself.
Postponing book club for a few days because it's a stormy sick day and this week has given me crazy neck tension and knots in my shoulders. I just need to feel good, man. If you're as desperate as I am to slow down and take a few deep breaths, join me! No edging, just cruising (maybe?) until I'm ready to melt into the mattress.
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X and I play with cuffs again while I wear an anal plug for the first time.
We had a bit of chaotic make-up playtime Monday night. If I sound slaphappy in this recording, it's because I was—so exhausted, we never got around to doing face-down, ass-up like I requested. A TRAGEDY. The spirit wanted to go longer and harder, but it was a weeknight, and the flesh was weak. (The flesh was also very, very satisfied.)
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In which I picture you stroking it while I watch.
I like to watch. I like being in the presence of uninhibited pleasure. And right now, I'd like to feel like I'm in control of… something, anything. Or someone!
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Gory's Book Club: In which I tell you a story about a strange mile-high club.
Welcome to Gory's Book Club, a.k.a. Hysterical-ish Lit, where I dip into a book (among other things) and let you in on my thoughts on it (also among other things). This week's read: So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish, by Douglas Adams.
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X puts me in cuffs and a blindfold and flogs me for the first time.
Here’s me getting cuffed, flogged, and played like a fiddle. X and I are responsible adults making responsible choices on a weeknight! Going to be wrecked at work tomorrow, whoops. WORTH.
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In which I just wanted to rub *one* out, but my parents raised an overachiever.
Things got busy, so I had to get busy—work hard, play hard, you know the drill. Didn't expect this recording to get this long because I could feel my body raring to go, but it turns out I really needed to get off. It's a greedy day.
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In which I pit the power of my clit sucker against my ability to focus on a book.
Or, Hysterical-ish Lit: a test of will and bonus ramblefap! Just wanted to see if I'd be able to survive the merging of two of my favorite pastimes: reading and getting off. Welcome to Gory's book club, I guess!
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In which I explain the mechanics of my own pleasure.
Here's a free masterclass on how I make myself come. JK, there are no trade secrets and I'm no master. I just really enjoy getting myself off.
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Bonus Track: Pent up, worked up, caught up (in my own fun).
A companion to the previous ramblefap, because I was greedy and had a second toy within arm's reach.
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In which I spell out how I want you to manhandle me when we finally fuck.
Or, a chaotic, noisy ramblefap where I could barely flesh out the scenario I'd been fantasizing about all week because I was kicking around the mattress so much.
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In which I daydream about riding your face, then your cock. (Or, if I/it fits, I sits?)
!!TRADE OFFER!! I receive: one ticket to ride your cock. You receive: one face-sitting.
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X and I destress after a cockblocking power outage.
Friday night, we were cockblocked (clam-jammed?) by the typhoon. We made up for it the next day. Tags: [couple play] [cunnilingus] [fellatio] [massage] [toys] [fingering]
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In which I discover what my new clit sucker is capable of.
I got myself a hybrid clit sucker a few days ago and decided to wait for a recording day to try it out for the first time.
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X lets me play massage therapist on his cock.
I've been hyperfixating for days on lingam massage, and managed to talk X into being my test subject while I get a hang of the basics. Sunday night turned into spa night with extra services for both X and myself. Tags: [fellatio] [massage] [happy ending] [cunnilingus] [missionary]
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In which I can't make up my mind re: where you should blow your load.
This recording was me being less coherent, more cum drunk. Still managed to ramble for a while, though, so I make no apologies! I was a woman on a mission: to cum while thinking about cum.
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X caves to my sick-day demands for a meat injection.
I'm running a low fever—nothing awful, just psychogenic shit from a week of overexertion and not-so-great sleep. My body had an agenda of its own, though, and wanted a meat injection. Something something Vitamin D and Paracetamod.
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In which I map where your hands should go on my body.
Got the itch for something slow and meandering because the past few days have been frankly overwhelming.
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X makes a midnight snack of me. (Or, payback for Thursday morning’s breakfast in bed.)
My (our) first real sex audio! Clawed at my phone several minutes into being eaten out so I could record.
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In which I tell you about my brand-new 8-inch dildo and (bravely! resolutely! heroically!) use it for the very first time.
Tonight, I am a small woman with a midsize goal: to play with the biggest toy I’ve purchased to date. (My standards are humble.)
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In which I am already too far gone and just need you inside me, stat.
I don’t know half the things I was saying in this blursed recording. Your Honor, I plead guilty of DUI (dickmatized unto infinity). Lock me up; I am unwell, undignified, and unfit for society.
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In which I rant about your fuckass pheromones all over the bed.
"The world is changed. I see it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost…" (Translation: You left me in bed to run errands all day, and my cunt and I have decided to be dramatic about it.)
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In which I describe the symptoms of my chronic dick-in-mouth disease.
Or, How I Like to Suck Dick feat. all the aircraft and motor vehicles within a 10-mile radius of my mouth, apparently. None of which I noticed while recording, because: dick!
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In which I list the things I want you to do to me. (Sexually, obv.)
I didn't actually have a written list; bear with me. You can take notes if that's your thing, but you already know my favorite moves. Also, at one point I said "in" when I meant "on" and "legs" when I meant "neck"—brain doesn't brain when cunt is cunting. But you're a quick study! You'll know what to do.
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Freaked out, broke down, got off.
I'm in the middle of a crisis for which nothing can be done until the morning. (I'm a big girl; I'll sort it out.) Did getting myself off fix it? No. Did it make me feel better? A little bit!
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In which I do my level best to tell you all about my glass dildo.
Seems I underestimated my ability to run my mouth and overestimated my ability to maintain a coherent thought while getting off.
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Failed mic test, failed composure, failed edge.
This was my first attempt to record myself during solo play time, and I had no concrete plans beyond Hit Record + Don't Come Too Quickly, If At All. I had vague thoughts of edging, although I wasn't really holding myself to it because I was scheduled to host Saturday movie night with friends. Incredible timing on my part, honestly. I'm still figuring out my setup, so the audio's kind of ass. Not that I'm one to cry over spilled cum. It's a mess, but it's my mess, goddammit.
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