By Coy Pink

I tried out my Rock Chick twice this weekend and was pleased with the results.  If I judged toy success by how wet I got using them, I would give the Rock Chick a 10.  There’s a bit of a learning curve with this toy but I’m sure having fun learning!

I first tried the RC sitting on the edge of the couch.  Alec had warmed me up and I was ready to rock out.  I got situated and started moving back and forth.  The vibrations aren’t super intense but are pleasant when mixed with the stimulation of the rocking action.  Alec sat back for a few minutes, watching me.  Then I beckoned him closer.  He kneeled in front of me, kissing my neck and pinching my nipples.  My movements quickened as my excitement grew.  I loved having Alec pressed against me as I thrusted on the Rock Chick.  Not too much later I found myself on the edge of an orgasm.  I loved that I could continue to enjoy the vibrations as I was coming.  Often vibrators on my clit after I come are too intense.  Before my orgasm had subsided, I could hear how wet I had become.  Score!  I pulled out the RC, put Alec on the couch, and rode him like a crazy woman.  I love sex leading up to orgasm but I really enjoy being fucked after I come.  The RC left me in such a state that I just wanted to keep going and going.  All in all, it was a fabulous way to break in my new toy.

The next day I had the opportunity to use my Rock Chick again.  Alec got me all worked up, having me use a vibrator on myself in the shower while he filmed me.  I told him that I’d come back to the bathroom and give him a little show, finishing myself off while he showered.  I grabbed my rabbit vibrator, laid down on the floor, and got down to business.  But the rabbit wasn’t quite doing it for me.  So I decided to change my strategy.  I hopped up, grabbed the Rock Chick, and headed back into the bedroom.

Sitting on my knees, I inserted the RC.  Then I laid down on my stomach.  I had one hand under me, helping to move the Rock Chick where it felt best.  Alec came out of the shower to find me grinding away on the bed.  He climbed up over me and started caressing my backside.  I pushed myself towards him to show my approval.  As I continued to gyrate with the RC under me, Alec slid down and started to gently lick my ass hole.  I squirmed and writhed, giving myself over to his touch.  Before long he was probing me with his hard cock and I offered up no resistance.  Again I pushed myself against him, forcing him deeper into me.  I picked up the pace and he followed suit, thrusting deeper.  I was in heaven.  I was overcome by the vibrating and the rubbing and the pounding from behind.  I surrendered myself to the sensations and came hard.  When I pulled out the Rock Chick, it was soaked and I was dripping wet.  I’d definitely do that again (Rock Chick + anal sex = awesome)!

So far the Rock Chick is 2 for 2.  I look forward to wearing the battery out soon.

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People I could hang out with
“But it wasn’t just a story, it was a damn sexy story.”

Red, Hot Ass
“I grunted, but held still.”

Smart Girls Make Better Lovers
“Chicks with brains can make you scream.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

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Sex Blogging and Writing for the Drawer

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Sex History
Right To Vibe

Erotic Writing and Experiences
A is for
Adult Party Games – Round One
Adventures in Digital
Balcony fun
The Dinner Party: Part I
Female Waxing
Frisson
Her Glorious Cunt
Lilly and the Construction Crew
Not So Complicated
Sex in Public on Road Trip Day 9
So Wrong….
The Waiting is the Hottest Part. Confession #140

Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
Every Kind of Sex Available: Exploring The Limits of CyberSex
NYC Sex Bloggers 2009 Calendar

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Impertinent Question: What’s the Kinkiest Thing You’ve Ever Done?
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Sex Work
Sex Work and Compassion: Self Hating Client
The Sockjob Goddess Returneth…

Sex Advice
Libido in Older Women
Pregnancy BDSM
Try the Pelvic Slide Position for Maximum Clitoral Stimulation

BDSM & Fetish
A domestic fantasy
A man becomes a fucking machine
Not your usual gangbang.
Playing the scene
Sex Camp 2008: Fiiiiyuuuurrrr!!!

Sex Humor
Fantasy Friday: Ahoy, Matey!

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Autobiography of a Masturbator: Porn O’Graphicus, Part 4
Marriage Failure a Natural Success
Never submit to escort screening
Sex Shop Jitters
Ten Things I Find Extremely Sexy On Men – The Non-Physical Version
What I read at Dirty Words night
Why do I do This?

I bought some cute new socks yesterday and Alec was sweet enough to take some pictures of them for me.  Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone!

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How have I never heard of this site before??  Well, I know about it now because I am one of the naked chicks on a post-it note.  On two post-it notes even!

http://nakedchicksonpostitnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/826-one-in-darkness.html

http://nakedchicksonpostitnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/825-one-with-clips-on-her-nipples.html

I’m both flattered and amused to have found myself there.  Check it out!

I wonder what your lips would feel like, pressed against mine.  Would you be sweet and gentle or would the kiss awaken that rougher, more brazen side of you?  Perhaps you would start to kiss me slowly, hesitantly, until you knew I wouldn’t run away.  Then you’d hold back no longer.  I imagine you grabbing a fist full of my hair as our tongues intertwine.  You know you’ve chosen the right path when you hear the soft moans escaping from my throat.  You know what a girl likes.

The fantasy that often gets replayed in my head is of me, topless, kissing another topless girl.  Will you indulge me, I wonder?  I see my hands tracing the lines of your body – along your spine, over your hips, at your lower back.  So soft but also so strong.  I’m greedy and cannot keep myself from touching your breasts.  As we kiss I roll your nipples between my fingers.  I pay close attention, noting which amount of pressure elicits the most moans of approval.  I might be greedy but I try not to be selfish.

Speaking of those nipples…  I want to circle my tongue around them.  Suck on them.  Gently bite them, if you’ll let me, as I run my hand between your legs (I’m anxious to see if you’re as wet as I am.  In due time…).  Now I understand why men are so fascinated with breasts.  They’re irresistible and I cannot keep my hands off yours.  I want you to touch me but, at this point, I’m so lost in exploring and enjoying you that I’ve all but forgotten that perhaps you want in on the action.

What would it be like to snake my hand down your leg, aching to get in your pants?  I’m tingling just thinking about it.  Would I know what to do when my fingers finally made their way to your pussy?  Or would I be so overwhelmed with the situation that I’d stumble around, like someone learning to play an instrument?  I’m closing my eyes and picturing sliding my finger slowly inside you.  You are as wet as I surely am.  Your back arches towards me and I let my thumb find its way to your clit.  I want to make you come.  Then your fingers find me.  I know you could make me come.

Then I see us lost in crazed kisses, hungrily devouring each other, until we’re both shaking from the orgasms that were a given the moment you walked in my door.  After recovering from the bliss, I’d likely laugh and cover my eyes, suddenly shy after this intense moment.  I think you’d do something charming, perhaps giving me another lingering kiss to settle my nerves, because you’re just that perfect.  A delightful mixture of sexy and sweet, smart and sassy.

That’s where this little fantasy of you fades, as I drag myself back to reality.  Bits and pieces of it are sure to replay themselves in my head throughout the day, as I go about my normal business.  You love that, don’t you?  That underneath my good-girl exterior I can be the bad girl that dreams about kissing you.  Well, I do think about that, when I’m imagining you.

Thirteen years ago I said, “I do.”

Thirteen years ago I pledged my love.

Thirteen years ago he became my husband.

Thirteen years ago it was a gorgeous day, just like today.

Thirteen years ago I laughed and twirled in my beautiful dress.

Thirteen years ago he looked so handsome in his tuxedo.

Thirteen years ago I danced in a room full of people but saw only him.

Thirteen years ago I had no idea what lay ahead of us.

Thirteen years ago seems like yesterday.

Thirteen years ago I had no clue that thirteen years later, I’d love him even more than I did on that day.

Happy 13th anniversary to the man I love.