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Friday, July 3, 2009

Miss me yet?

Thursday, June 25, 2009

RIP Micheal Jackson



Sad.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Pearl Panther G-Spot


It would be mighty trite and unimaginative of me to tell you this toy made me purr...

right?


WELL IT DID.

So there.

I have to sing the beautiful praises of the Pearl Panther G-Spot from Sextoy.Com. This vibe is, hands down, one of the best I have had the pleasure of reviewing. All around, this toy is a winner.

To start, I am not a fan of rabbits. I (stupidly so) pay attention to the shape of the clitoral stimulator. I have had bears, rabbits, and bugs. The panther shaped stimulator is sexy, a good representation for a sex toy. Not to mention the size and shape of the stimulator were a perfect fit for me, settling across my clit and never straying from it.

The toy is made of rubber, making it a "self use only toy". I do not recommend sharing. Rubber is extremely porous, so the longevity of the toy can be extended by condom usage. The rubber is very flexible and appealing. The seven inches of insertable length are complimented by a very G-Spot friendly curve, which was spot on for me. The rotation in facilitated by an internal motor that is also responsible for the movement of a section of pearls encased in rubber. These pearls really add to the panache of this vibe, offering added sensation to an already awesome ride. The rotation and vibe speed both have five different levels of intensity, easily switched with a built-in slide control panel. This vibe is simple, yet intense, offering ease of use and fabulous sensations. I cannot tell you how pleased I am with this vibe. And at a little more than 30 bucks, how can you go wrong?

Specs:
Material: Rubber
Length: 7"
Insertable length: 5"
Circumference: 4"
Diameter: 1 1/4"



Five on the Rocket Scale, you want this, you really do.


Want one? 38.28 at Sextoy.Com

Happy Playing!
Betty

Sex Toys/Vibrators

Vacation

Well, yours truly will be heading south this weekend for our yearly trek to the Outer Banks for a week of sand, sun, surf, and tourist trap fudge. As if my entries haven't been sporadic lately, they may be more so in the coming week so bear with me.

DJ and I have met in the middle and are attempting to repair the breach of the last month. No clue what the future holds, but do we really ever know? We love each other, we have a beautiful home and a beautiful family. And hey, where else am I going to find a fellow pervert?

So, I plan to take a few photos while we are away, so stay tuned for that.

I'm waiting patiently for my new surfboard to make it's way here, hoping it will show before we leave...or I will be sad.

Kisses
B

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Not Yet


I don't get to watch television very much. However, a new show premiered on Showtime called Nurse Jackie. It stars Edie Falco as a wayward soul, coursing her way through the throes of sex, recreational drug use, and a waning health care system. Stopping along the way to make a hella difference in the lives of those who meet her "on the worst day of their life." She spends 80 hours a week in this emergency room, having quick draw sex with the pharmacist who supplies her with narcotic analgesics. She plays dirty, Robin Hood to the sick, without an apology or excuse. She loves her work, she is true to it. I saw the previews months ago, and could not wait to watch. Why?

She is me. Minus the nurse's uniform. Her wit, her virtue and vice....I have never so thoroughly identified with a fictional character (unless you count Holden Morrissey Caulfield, but naturally, he was male)

In the first episode, her closing monologue makes reference to Saint Augustine. Although a bit embellished, she paints a portrait of a Saint to be, who prefers to sin as long as they can before they will turn it around. She compares herself to him in her head, as she places a ring back on her finger and you discover she is married with children.

"God make me good, but not yet"

I concur.

B.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Pleasurists 33

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On to the reviews…

Editor’s Pick

  • Taffy Tickler Silicone Sweets by Epiphora
  • On the front of the package, a circle of orange spines say, “Try Me.” You feel them; they are glossy, pointy, somewhat pliable. They remind you of body jewelry, Hot Topic, the 90s. But this tactile experience does not prepare you for the sensation of the spines in your pussy.

    Editor’s Note: It should be no secret that I love Epiphora’s reviews, and this is a particularly wonderful one. Often reviews of bad toys are better than raving reviews of wonderful toys that we reviewers can’t get enough of and this is one such review. The absolute horror of the toy is at once frightening and intriguing as Epiphora takes you through her attempts of trying to find any redeeming quality in it whatsoever.

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Lube, Massage Oil, Bath Stuff, & etc.

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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Wonderful World

Wow. Nothing makes you feel better about your topsy turvy existence than reading about the fucked up lives of others. Poor David Carradine and a Thai rag publishing police photos of his untimely death (in the obvious throes of cross dressing and auto-erotic asphyxiation)As if Thai people are so beyond reproach when it comes to sexuality. David Carradine's situation should not even have been that special, he wasn't caught with one of their boy prostitutes right? Or in one of their reputed massage parlors.

Then, so I read, this pro-life militant Christian blogger confesses her blog about carrying a terminally ill baby to term is a hoax. Too bad for me, she has deleted every shred of the blog, excepting some cached pages on certain sites. One thing about us pro-choice folks, at least we are honest. Let's face it, pro-life peeps don't have a great track record when it comes to giving out accurate info. The petri dish fetus picket signs I endured while working in a clinic were enough evidence to show how truly deluded these people are. My favorite is the little boy, at the oldest six, carrying an enlarged poster size photo of a dismembered fetus. As if he had any clue what he was holding. Reminds me of the Westboro Baptist Church morons. Forcing their children to carry on with their hate rhetoric. There ism a special place in Hell for folks that force their children to carry signs like "GOD HATES FAGS" and "PRAY FOR MORE DEAD SOLDIERS". I sometimes miss my days on the opposite lines, shouting things like "PAT ROBERTSON'S MOM HAD NO CHOICE". But at the same time, inside the movements for choice and freedom the same stratification exists. I remember having a meeting with a local group and getting into an argument with a man (go figure) about whether or not abortion was "just a medical procedure". I compared the magnitude of the medical aspect with having a tooth pulled and he got very upset. "How can you say abortion is just like having a tooth pulled?" "Simple," I said. "I have had one. Have you?" Meh. Why this is even a topic of exploration on this blog is beyond me at the moment, but really I wish this wonderful world would take a look at itself and puke just a little. But not on me, mmmkay.

Kisses
B.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

My Own Fan Art

Since no one has blessed me with any (sniff)

I made my own

HA



But I will take some charity if anyone wants to donate some to a depressed sex addict.

HANDOUTS ARE GOOD!

Kisses
B

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Mother's Little Helper

In my wonderful world, things have been blah.


For the last two weeks, I have lived on a diet of klonopin, vicodin, lunesta, and norflex. My current situation exacerbated by my debilitating neck pain from yet ANOTHER car accident has turned me into a raving pill popper. Not that this is anything new, but perhaps to my readers it is. Let’s not talk liver damage okay; I’m comfortable in my numbness right now.

I had some orange cupcakes today. They were in the machine at work. Disgustingly delicious for .75 cents.


I am sleeping my life away right now, and I am not so sure I like it. DJ rides the tide, accommodating my laziness and unwillingness to participate in life as we know it. Perhaps he thinks it is what I want. Perhaps he knows no other way to make me happy. I am waiting patiently for some breakthrough, some element of loving kindness to step through the cloud of nonsense between us. I am not patient.


My septum has aggravated my nostril piercing, making it difficult to wear the nose bone I typically wear to work. I do love my septum though. I ordered two larger sized circular barbells to see if maybe the one I have is too small. I have a big schnozz, what can I say.

Well that’s all for now kiddo’s, hopefully there will be a return to the Betty Rocket of old, but for now I must steer my way through this shitstorm.


Thanks for hanging in, love you all!

B.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Sugasm 167

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #168? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

Every Time You Orgasm, An Angel Gets Its Wings “There is nothing that screams “fuck you” to the pain and the hurt in the world than screaming “fuck me” to the person in your bed.”


HNT: Spanked “I wasn’t sure how I felt about him. But tonight, I was sure.”


A Thousand Kisses “This wasn’t enough. I knew that I had to try something else.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself Congratulations, you’re invited!


Sugasm Editor Sex Work And Honesty: Religion


Editor’s Choice Food, fun and commitment


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