Review - Soft Pack

About a week ago I received the soft pack cock from Babeland and it’s been with me almost constantly since. Let’s get the description out of the way first, it’s made of phthalate-free “reel feel super skin”. There are four sizes available, Mini: 3-1/2"; Small: 4-1/2"; Medium: 5-3/4"; Large: 7" and three colours, pink, tan, and brown. This is purely a packing cock, it isn’t a toy and cannot be inserted (you wouldn’t get very far with it anyway).

I was excited about the arrival of this packing cock, my old packing cock had reached the end of its life so I was a bit bereft. I was instantly pleased when I got this cock out of the box, the size looked spot on for what I wanted. I got the small pink and for my everyday packing it’s the perfect size. Obviously I don’t know about the other sizes but it would depend on how visible you wanted to be, this one when worn with combat trousers is not visible without close scrutiny.

Its texture is not exactly skin like and it can get quite sticky when it gets warm but I don’t see this as a problem because it’s the feel through clothing that counts for me. The picture by the way doesn’t do it justice, it looks much better in real life. Its quite flexible so can be arranged the way I want, its also soft and relatively light but not so light that you can’t feel it. You can get a packing pouch for the soft pack but I’ve found with tight boxers there isn’t an awful lot of movement. I feel confident moving around, walking but I wouldn’t want to do anything too strenuous. A packing pouch would make it even more secure and I probably will get one for that reason.

Having packed with it pretty constantly for just over a week now I would definitely recommend it. I had been hard packing and in certain situations felt uncomfortable, the soft pack has resolved that issue, I’m now happy to pack the vast majority of the time. I love the feel of the soft pack as well as the shape in my boxers and the extra buzz it gives me knowing it’s there. It achieves exactly what I wanted from a packing cock, it’s comfortable to wear and allows me to feel confident packing every day. What more can I say except I love this soft pack and wouldn’t want to be without it now.

Beach

I grew up close to the seaside, close enough that it was one of the first places I was allowed to go without parental supervision. A 10 minute walk from my front door and I could be standing on wet sand watching the waves break on the shore and inhaling deeply the distinctive smell of the North sea. I spent many happy hours on the beaches near the house I grew up in, they form a huge part of my childhood memories and I’ve been re-tracing some of those familiar places in my mind today.


There was the park which was adjacent to the beach, not a huge park but big enough to hold numerous delights for children seeking adventure. When I was a child the park was a little run down, past its former Victorian glory, but it still felt grand. The large pond was a bit dirty but we still spent hours hanging around it, often watching men with their model boats. One of my favourite bits was the “Fairy Dell” which ran from the pond down to the bandstand. Really it was a narrow path with steep banked sides but to us it was enchanted and magical. The bandstand was small and uncared for but we loved it, climbed on it, ran around it and hung from its chipped rails.


Past the bandstand a wide path led under the main road and straight to the beach, rocks big enough to climb on marked the start of the coast even though they had been surrounded by the concrete path. Through the park was my favourite way to get to the beach with the high cliffs on either side and the rocks stark against the backdrop of the sea. The cliffs on the left jutted out blocking the way around the beach when the tide was in and there was a large manmade seawall known to us kids as the “Deathy”. The wall started from the park and continued a good way along the coast, you could climb up to its wide flat top and the railings which were supposed to keep you off it. Of course they didn’t and we would occasionally walk the top of that wall for a while before scrabbling up the steep grassy bank to the path above.


The beach itself was a vast expanse of flat sand when the tide was out and a narrow stretch of pebbles when it wasn’t. We could walk for what seemed like miles along the beach, playing on the slippery rocks that sprang out of the sand and frequently getting very wet. Just off the beach were a couple of run down amusement arcades and fairground to entertain us, as well as the best chips and ice cream.


Sometimes we’d take our bikes and ride further along the coast to another park, not Victorian but somehow mysterious probably because it was that little bit further from home. Or even farther away to the huge rock that stood proudly away from the shore, severed from it at some point in the past.


I always loved being at the beach as a child and I still do, there is something very calming about the sight and sound and smell of the sea. After a minor meltdown yesterday I woke up this morning with a strong urge to experience the sea, and luckily we live ten minutes away from the beach. So we went for a walk along the pebbled shore of our town and it did what I hoped it would do, it cleared my head and left me feeling sane again.

My Butch Top

I read quite a lot of blog posts, some make me smile or laugh, some make me sad or angry, others make me think and ponder. Occasionally I read a post that touches a nerve of recognition and sets off a chain reaction, forcing me to look at myself in a new light. This post did that, it’s encouraged me to face some of my own issues and feelings about my breasts.

This is actually very hard to write about because I usually pretty much ignore their existence, a well developed and refined ‘I don’t bother them if they don’t bother me’ relationship. Writing about it means I have to acknowledge their existence and try to be honest about how that affects me. I consider myself lucky because I do have small breasts, for many years I had no need to wear a bra and therefore didn’t have to bother about buying one and putting it on everyday. I can however remember being mortified when as a teenager my mother insisted on buying me a bra (with my dad in tow). It was highly embarrassing on many levels and I ditched the bra pretty quickly after, I don’t recall ever buying one for myself.

Time marches on having its inevitable effect on my body generally and in recent years I have become more conscious of their presence, prompting a stilted and difficult (for me) conversation with my beautiful wife. This resulted in her buying me several “sports tops”, my preferred terminology for bra if I have to use any kind of description. I do wear these because they keep my chest under control, no noticeable bounce, but I don’t like wearing them, it was much easier when I didn’t need a “sports top” of any description. I tend to wear shirts or loose t-shirts but in the summer I like vests, often with a shirt open over the top so it hasn’t been hard to mask their existence.

I’ve been trying to pick out memories to work out my feelings about my breasts but it’s actually very hard to do, I don’t remember the first time I was conscious of them as they developed for example. I also know that I have worn tight tops and vests that made them more prominent but was that because I felt I should? In the same way that many years ago I felt I should wear a dress to a friends wedding (the longest and plainest dress I could find). Maybe it was because they weren’t as big in those days so it wasn’t as much of an issue. Are they actually bigger now or is that my imagination and heightened self awareness making them bigger?

I can remember two separate occasions when they were commented on by people, once a former boss of mine made a comment which made me feel awkward because he drew attention to the fact they were there. I’d worked with this man for about 12 years, been out drinking and playing pool with him and generally he treated me like his kid brother. You can imagine how uncomfortable it made me feel. The other occasion was the first time my beautiful wife and I made love, she said they were pretty and I was taken aback. I’m not sure now whether that was because she noticed them or because I was forced to notice them.

Which brings me to sex and my breasts, or the lack of sexual pleasure they bring me. I simply don’t like having them touched, that feeling I think has always been there but in the safety and security of a loving relationship I finally started to admit it. And I know now it’s ok to admit it. Having my breasts touched just doesn’t feel right, it makes me uncomfortable and twitchy (that’s the best word I can think of to describe it). So they don’t get involved in sex now and I’m happy with that.

As I said earlier generally I don’t bother them if they don’t bother me and I’m content to continue in that way, I don’t feel the overwhelming need to be rid of them. But I do have a strong desire to experiment a bit, maybe because of my emerging masculinity as well as my increased awareness of how my breasts make me feel. So I’ve decided I’m going to try some form of binding, at some point probably in the not too distant future. It has been on my mind that I would like wear a tight vest and look at myself squarely in the mirror and see a flat chest (with a six pack and several years younger maybe but I know that’s not going to happen!) I want to know how that will feel, how it will make me feel and what it will do for my self image.

One final thing, I can deal with my breasts and live with them, for some it’s not that easy, visit Jess and help out if you can.

Afterglow

The tender light and mellow heat from the fire bathe the room in soothing orange tones reflected placidly on your skin. Naked you lie in my arms, one leg draped casually over mine, arm wrapped around my stomach and head resting in its rightful place against my over flowing heart. Your skin is soft, silky and exquisite against mine, its radiance fills me and overwhelms me. Looking down I can see the beauty and perfect loveliness of your face, flushed faintly and so serene.

I can reach down and trace my fingers from the very top of your thigh up to the delectable curve of your breast. Stroke keen finger tips over the evocative and velvety skin of your back drawing loved fuelled patterns. Or pull you close inside my circled arms, flex and squeeze in silent signals to emphasise my love. Then place my palm to your cheek, pouring every ounce of my devotion into one unadorned movement.

The calm, the peace, the hope of these moments, the unity, the elation, the destiny, they engulf me, empower me, entrance me. So many times we’ve lain like this and yet it’s always new, surprising, astonishing, staggering in its utter delight. I’m aware of every deep breath you draw, every tranquil exhale and I breathe with you, beside you, because of you. And I could, would, will lie here forever, with you, basking in the afterglow.

Kinky Sex Link

I was recently invited to join Kinky Sex Link which is a collaborative effort of BDSM and Fetish Bloggers and Authors. Thank you Lady Evyl for inviting me.

I've just published my first post there, My Marriage and BDSM.

Review - Pocket Rocket Jr

I recently received the Pocket Rocket Jr. from Babeland and I’m not disappointed in this small and sweet vibe. It is very compact only 2-1/2" x 7/8" in size, made of hard plastic and takes an N battery.

This vibe has one speed so it’s simply on or off achieved by twisting the lower half of the vibe. The battery compartment is opened by twisting in the same place so the options are On, Off, Open. Simple. It is also very quiet which I like as I find loud vibrators distracting, I was barely aware of the low whisper from the Pocket Rocket Jr.

The vibrations are focused in the rounded top of the vibe but they are not very intense. This plus the small surface area makes me wonder if this vibe alone would induce orgasms for most people. That can of course have some advantages, as a toy to tease with it works well.

Overall the Pocket Rocket Jr a good value vibe, small, quiet and easily carried anywhere but it isn’t as powerful as I would have liked.

Gentle, focused vibrations over rapidly hardening nipples, massaging and stimulating. A rapid slap with the paddle across a deliciously naked bottom, then again and now harder. Repeatedly and relentlessly the paddle swings while the vibe traces a delicate picture over breasts, ribs and stomach. Mid swing the paddle pauses while the vibe finds the ultimate target, your eager, wet and intensely beautiful clit. Combining pain with very subtle pleasure the paddle and vibe work together, arousing, enticing, but not quite bringing you to the edge, the sensations hold you without tipping you over. Which is exactly what I want.

Another Hairy Tale

I’ve been growing my hair, or should I say I’ve been growing some of my hair (not the hair on my head although I am well overdue a trip to the barbers!) I’m talking about leg hair and underarm hair. It’s weird that I’ve been thinking about writing this post for a while now but haven’t because I was too embarrassed to talk about my body hair. Which considering some of the things I’ve written about here just does not make any sense. Why be embarrassed? It’s one of those things, a body issue I guess that I have never quite got my head round (I have other body issues which I may get to at a later date). I’ve shaved my legs and underarms for years because that’s what girls did, even dyke girls or at least the ones I knew. I’ve never liked doing it (or been very good at it) but I did it and kept doing it until recently when (again thankfully with the encouragement of my beautiful wife) I stopped. I wasn’t sure at first so I’ve been getting used to it, seeing if it fit and it does because I have no desire to whip out a razor and get rid of it.

That said I have been thinking about what happens in the summer, having hairy legs and underarms in the winter is easy because it’s covered. Now I know in my logical head that a) most people won’t give a shit if they catch a glimpse of my hair and b) even if they did it’s got sod all to do with them. But years of conditioning doesn’t change that easily. I’m not too worried about my legs because I very rarely (and I mean VERY) rarely show my legs, I’m not a shorts kind of boi. But I do like to wear vests in hot weather. My underarm hair did grow quite long, or it seemed long to me and it did this weird mohawk thing so I wasn’t as happy with it as I could have been. (I don’t have anything against Mohawks, I’ve even had one on my head but under my arms just wasn’t right) My beautiful wife (because she’s wonderful) bought me a beard trimmer with an attachment that’s perfect for trimming down the underarm mohawk. The result is I now have underarm hair that I like and I can keep it styled to my satisfaction so I think come the summer I’ll be happy to not shave but trim instead.

So while I’m on the subject of hair and shaving I may as well shove the embarrassment right down and discuss facial hair. I have for most of my adult life had a fair amount of hair on my top lip and hated the fact that it was there. I’m not growing hair there now but I am dealing with it in a different and more positive way. I shaved it for a long time, secretly, in the shower without looking in a mirror and without it being discussed with anyone else. Eventually we discussed it and came to the conclusion that waxing would last longer so I would periodically submit to having my top lip waxed to remove the hair. That was a step forward because at least I was admitting it existed even if it was only to my beautiful wife. Then as I was in the process of accepting and growing my leg and underarm hair, the idea formed in my head that actually I might like to try shaving my lip again. So I did. But this time I stood in front of the mirror and wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed. Now I shave every day, its part of my morning routine and something I want to experiment with more, maybe a wet shave with a cutthroat one day.

I love that feeling of owning my own hair and making decisions about what to do with it based on how I feel in my gut rather than what I’ve been conditioned to do. I also know that sub-consciously and gradually I’m working through some other body issues that I’ve had for as long as I can remember, it’s all part of the same process. And now I’ve said all that it doesn’t feel quite as embarrassing as it once did!

The Lezzys

It seems this blog has been nominated for a Lezzy. If you feel like nominating me please do or you could nominate any of the other fabulous blogs out there. Thank you to whoever nominated me!

Thanks to Domina Doll and Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek for putting this together

Best Sex Toy Reviewers is an annual list compiled by Domina Doll and Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek. Only reviewers who reviewed during the year of 2008 were considered, there will be a list for 2009 next year.

Each reviewer was rated separately by two people (Domina Doll and Scarlet Lotus did not rate themselves, their second rating came from a third party). The ratings were on a scale of one to five in four areas: Content, Organization, Originality, and Regularity. Each reviewer got a score out of 20 by each person and then the scores were put together to make a final score out of 40. Those final scores were ranked from high to low to get the list below

There were many ties. In cases where reviewers had nominations the number of nominations were the deciding factor for the ties. In cases where reviewers had the same number of nominations Domina Doll and Scarlet Lotus decided the order.

We recognize that this list is highly subjective. This is in no way a definitive list of reviewers, it is simply our list, and you can do with it as you will. We did use finite measurements, as discussed above, to create this list, but ultimately it is our own list. However, lists are fun to have and be able to point to.

1. Essin’ Em


2. Domina Doll


3. Beautiful Dreamer


4. Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek


5. Epiphora


6. Gabe and Elizabeth


7. Sinclair Sexsmith


8. Catalina Loves


9. Agent Ansley


10. Betty Rocket


11. Carnivalesq


12. J.D. Bauchery


13. Toygirl


14. Thursday’s Child


15. Dame Demi


16. Shay


17. Shasta Gibson


18. AlwaysArousedGirl


19. Freddy and Eddy


20. Dangerous Lilly


21. Jack


22. Erin Leone


23. Sleeping Dreamer


24. Ellie Lumpesse


25. Wendy Blackheart


26. Ducky Doolittle


27. Curvaceous Dee


28. The Porn Librarian


29. Lux Alptraum


30. Kyle


31. Naughty Secretary


32. Monkey


33. Nadia West


34. Alpine Subdreams


35. Bulma


36. Radical Vixen


37. The Beautiful Kind


38. Toys for Tarts


39. Sienna


40. Audacia Ray


41. Mariella


42. Ang


43. Lucy Vonne


44. Holden


45. Coy Pink


46. Backseat Boohoo


47. Bad Bad Girl


48. Jimbo Jones


49. Tess


50. BOX: Les Petites Morts


51. Zephyrine


52. N


53. Phaedra Fallen


54. Jiz Lee


55. Alisa


56. Syntax


57. Panthera Pardus


58. Red


59. Sommer Marsden


60. Mollena


61. The Countess


62. Adriana


63. Madeline Glass


64. Hussy Red


65. Trouble


66. Roxy


67. Sexorcism


68. Roxanne Rhoads


69. Amber


70. Roxi


71. Kinkerbelle


72. Sylvanus and Mina


73. Dark Lady


74. Sex Is Fun


75. Adrie Santos