I’m No Angel Review of the Sensua Suede Whip

Before I get started, I’ve gotta let you know, everything I’m…experimenting with is purely for research. It’s kinda like method acting, really putting yourself into the scene to come across as more genuine. In all honesty, I’m a vanilla kinda girl. I do not enjoy having clothespins lined up on my flesh, biting at me like so many tiny mouths. Wax being poured over my skin, each drip a hot surprise—Nope, not for me. And being spanked…

Okay, you can stop laughing now. Fine, I’m loving each and every second of research. I am seriously considering going to this kinky event I heard about on Fetlife to see what I’ve been missing. There’s this rope bondage training thingy that takes place every weekend that I’m working up the nerve to go to. And you should see my toy box. Actually, I need a new one. I’m thinking one of those big medieval trunks.

Anyway, if you wanna know more about my toys…well, darlin’s, you’ve got to read my books. Everything I’ve used is mentioned at some point! <eg> For those who have read my books, think sane stuff. And just to throw you off, I mean sane by my standards.

All right, all right, I’m done teasing. Ready for my review of my very first whip?

Here you go:

I give the Sensua Suede Whip 4 Strong Shots

This beauty came packaged in a sleek black box that reminds me of the ones jewellery stores use for necklaces.  The flogger itself—another thing, it’s labelled a whip, but I think it’s a flogger—is small and elegant. Perfect for beginners because there’s nothing scary about it. Whether you’re roleplaying or training a new sub, man or woman, super strong or tiny, this dainty piece will not intimidate anyone. Which could be a problem if that’s your intention, but really, if you’re ready for that level of play, you know how to shop for your sex toys and tools.

One of the things I really loved about the Sensua Suede Whip is the suede. If you don’t like things made of animal skin, you probably won’t understand the appeal, but for me, the second I picked it up I stroked the tails, then brought them up to my nose to savour the rich, leather scent. The handle is nicely balanced, so I imagined that would made for some nice, even strikes.

And here’s where the flogger goes from five stars to four. Other may have a different experience, but I found that no matter how hard you try, the tails striking your flesh does little more than sting. I might not be the most experience person in the world, but I’ve gotten spankings with a hand and a belt. I’d hoped this would up the intensity a little, but it didn’t.

The good thing about the flogger is it makes for a nice, sensual warm up. You can build up anticipation, maybe even switch things up spontaneously to catch your lover off-guard. Don’t get what I mean? Think about it:

Facedown on the bed, she moaned as the flogger swept across her bottom, rising up to meet teasing strokes that seemed endless.

Oh, more! More!

The soft tails trailed between her legs, caressing her damp heat. Deliciously sensual, but…

Smack!

Sharp pain exploded just below her hip. She threw back her head as moisture trickled down her thigh. Endless, lulling pleasure, and now…

Crack!

“Ah!” Tears stung her eyes as fire danced up her other thigh. Again the flogger teased her, but this time, she tensed every time it touched her. Anticipation drew her attention away from everything else, from her worries, from the world. In tune with every sensation–blazing pain, sizzling pleasure, all one and the same—she found herself sobbing, begging as her entire being devolved into a thing of pure need.

Of course, some skill would be required to bring a woman to that point, but practice makes perfect. And sorry, but I don’t consider that cliché in this case. You really must practice. Repeatedly if necessary. Several times a day.

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PS- I’ve gotten some emails from people unsure about the rules for the Kissing Vote Giveaway. To clear things up, here’s the link to the poll: Vote Here

And here are the links to the excerpts of the participating authors (Note: the ones with * beside them are doing giveaways. All commenters are eligible to win a print copy of their choice of Rosemary Entwined or Deadly Captive. My winner will be chosen at random):

Nichelle Gregory

Christine Ashworth *

Lucy Felthouse *

Cari Silverwood *

Cherise Sinclair

Lauren Fraser

Amber Kell *

JS Wayne

Justine Elyot*

Ali Katz

KD Grace*

Michael Mandrake

The names will be removed from this post on the 17th and the poll will be closed. The winners will be announced on the 19th! Good luck to everyone who participated!

Sex Toys and Ménage

As a few of you might know, I’m going to the Lori Foster 7th Annual Reader and Author Get Together in June. As you might imagine, I’m stoked! And to make it even more exciting–’cause yes, that’s possible–I’ll be bringing print copies of both my books, swag bags full of not only my goodies, but goodies from other amazing authors. And best of all, I’m going to be bringing a nice big basket to give away as a prize. The basket will include several gifts from Eden Fantasys, including:

 

Isn’t it gorgeous? I’m so excited to show it off. And I’m so grateful to Eden Fantasys for their generousity.

So today, in their honor, I’ve decided to talk about two of my favorite topics: Sex toys and Menage

As an erotic author, I find myself a little obsessed with writing ménage (in case you hadn’t noticed ). Not an easy topic if you want a good story, what with so many different personalities to work with, so many body parts to get tangled and sucked. And the possibilities for penetration . . .

Still, I can’t help living out fantasies of having all kinds of men fixating on pleasuring one special woman. These men are never perfect, but why would you want them to be? There’s a thrill in holding on to something that will always be wild, but chooses to walk beside you. There’s a reason shifter stories are so popular, and even though I don’t write them, I can appreciate the appeal. Wolves who become men, a pack mindset, a powerful alpha. Savage fun, what more could a woman want?

But back to sex toys and ménage. Why in the world would you need a toy, no matter what it does, if you have all the hands, and mouths, and dicks you could ever want?

Well, it’s pretty simple. No matter how many men you’ve got (okay, let’s limit to a number that can fit around a bed . . . let’s say seven) you’ll can come more often than they can keep up with. Don’t believe me?

Picture it, the hottest men you’ve ever seen, surrounding you. They’re all determined to get you off. The first time, getting your shirt unbuttoned will probably reduce you to a dripping, quivering, boneless mass. Very nice, I’ll be you’ve never felt so sated.

Sad thing is, you’ll eventually adapt to all that smokin’ hot male attention. You might disagree, but try it for a week or two, then come back and we’ll talk. Don’t mind if I take notes.

Anyway, since these men are devoted to you, since pleasing you gets them off almost as much as wetting their cocks in your nice, tight (yes, still tight—Kegel anyone?) pussy, they’re going to get creative.

Which is awesome, if a little bit lazy. A vibrating egg inside you, anal beads, a bit of kissing and touching, and you’re half way over the edge. One thrust and you’re done.

This is when the numbers start to count. You’re in for a long, bumpy ride. ‘specially if they strap on one of those butterflies. Imagine how sore and swollen you’ll be. And how happy that you’ve got more than one man. Half will roll over—possibly onto the floor—and start snoring, but at least one will want to snuggle.

And when you adapt to that, there’s some rough stuff you can add for spice. Bit of bondage? Spanking?

In case you’re wondering, this has been on my mind a lot since I published Rosemary Entwined. Thinking about a sequel, I had to seriously consider how Rosemary’s sexual relationships would evolve.

But I’ve got it covered now, don’t you think?

 This post was sponsored by EdenFantasys.com.