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TheirToys.com graciously offered to send me some toys to evaluate. This is my first in what I hope will be a series of honest, straightforward product reviews.

So, the adorable Neon Luv Touch Mini Mite… Although, as a camgirl, I love small toys because they enable my viewers to see what’s going on “down there” a lot better than the average toy, I approached this vibe with skepticism. Truthfully, I’ve become bit wary of mini vibrators , after purchasing quite a few duds. While the prospect of discrete portability seems like a great reason to buy, they are often lacking enough power for an orgasm. Not so with the Neon Luv Touch Mini Mite! While the single required AA battery might lead you to think this toy doesn’t have much juice, that’s not the case. The power of the vibration is actually very good.

Another concern I have when purchasing toys is scent. That may sound unusual since they aren’t going anywhere near my nose, there’s nothing more off-putting than a chemical-ly or plastic-y smell of a product. It certainly doesn’t make you feel comfortable with letting it get anywhere near your naughty bits. Neon Luv Touch Mini Mite scores points in this area too! It came as close to being unscented as possible.

This particular vibe isn’t completely without fault though. There were no assembly instructions, but I didn’t think I’d need them. It seemed pretty self-explanatory. However, I had some problems putting it together and getting it to turn on. I overlooked the small text printed on the toy itself that has an arrow indicating where to snap it together and which direction to turn it on/off. Those marking are also important in aligning the internal contacts properly. A brief blurb on the package or small slip regarding assembly would be helpful, but it’s not a deal-break by any means.

There are also some issues with the attachments. They slip over the top, but there’s no threading/treading to hold them on. I couldn’t get any of them to stay in place for me to enjoy them. Luckily, the three nubs that are already on the vibrator provide terrific sensations on their own. They encompass the clitoris just right- well enough that I didn’t particularly need or want any of the attachments at all.

To summarize, the pros and cons of the Neon Luv Touch Mini Mite from TheirToys.com are as follows…

Pros:
+ company packaged discretely, shipped promptly
+ no scent
+ one AA battery needed
+ cute; pretty color
+ powerful
+ portability
+ nubs rubs just right
+ price

Cons:
- attachments did not enhance product
- attachments loose
- hard to put together (text on unit not noticeable, package lacked instrux)

The bottom line: This is a cute, portable and reasonably priced vibe with good power.
Rating: B-

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Update Mon. 8/10: I have NO invites left. When I am given more, I will extend the same gracious offer.

The big news: The site has been sold; Stile is no longer associated with it. The new owners (who also own MyFreeCams.com) have given the reins to our beloved Kevin. He truly feels that we can find a happy medium again for nude/non-nude cams and for those that want to make some money and those that just want to have a fun. I trust him implicitly and I really look forward to the changes that are to come. It feels better there already. (I love having the ability to vote for my friends again, for example.)
If you are a former cammer that left because you weren’t enjoying yourself anymore or because you had issues with the management, please seriously consider adding your cam again. (Prior members who left for some of the same reasons, please consider giving the site another chance! So many of us have such a good feeling about this!) Note: If you were a cammer on the site previously, you will be placed back on the main page straight away; you will not have to go through the “Wanna-be” voting process.

As a promotion, I have been given some invites for Camwhores.com.
They are for a no strings, 7 day free trial of the site. No credit card needed.

The only requirements are:
- You are over 18.
- You haven’t been a Camwhores member in over 90 days.
- You haven’t used your email address for a CW trial previously.
- You promise not to be an asshole on the site.

The trial gives you access to 686,568+ cam images and 1072+ hours of video of 200+ camgirls. You’ll also have the ability to chat and watch live shows. It’s not just “free porn” though; there is a definite ‘community’ feel to the website with nude and non-nude girls that don’t think of every member as a human ATM. I think you’ll like it enough to want to continue visiting. I’m so addicted, I’ve been there since 2002!
This offer is first come, first served. When they are gone, they are gone! If you’d like an invite, please email me (anastaciaATtousledelegance.net). Thanks!

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I literally just wrote this short erotic story. Might not be everyone’s cup o’ tea, but I had to share :)

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Wouldn’t it be absolutely delicious torture if you had a foot fetish and you were a nail tech… not only working around barefoot women all day, but having to intimately touch their feet? Would you have to excuse yourself to the bathroom to jerk off several times a day, do it on your lunch break, or would you wait until you got home to replay the day in your mind?

I get pedicures regularly, twice a month, at the same shop. The employees are nice, they do good work, the prices are competitive and it is a clean and soothing environment. I find my mind wandering a lot while I’m reclining in the vibrating chair being serviced. Sometimes I am comfortable enough that I get turned on and when that happens, I often fantasize about this scenario: I’m the last appointment of the day. The other techs have left, dimming the lights, turning the sign off, and locking the door. Mine promises to finish cleaning up and shutting down after he’s done with my pedicure. It’s quiet, save soft muzak, and I feel very relaxed. All of techs at this particular establishment are beautiful, Asian, with almost delicate features. I like to look at them, especially this one. I’m glancing through a magazine, occasionally peeking at him through my lashes. I can’t help but think there’s a sort of focus and tension about him and that has me curious. I’m not afraid to be alone with him at all, but I wonder why he’s a million miles away and what he is thinking about.

When he gets up to fetch the hot towels, I notice he has an erection. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if he’s seen up my dress from his low seat or something, but I remember I have on capri tights, so there’s really nothing to see there. I sigh blissfully when he wraps the steaming towels around my calves. As he returns to rubbing my soles, I feel how slow and deliberate his movements are; the pad of his thumb is actually more caressing than just massaging. That’s when it hits me. Maybe it is something in his eyes or the way the tip of his tongue slips out absently wetting his lips that gives it away, but I know, at that moment, that he is getting excited by my feet. I have to admit, the idea of that makes my clit twitch deeply and I can feel that my pussy is wet.

I ponder what to do next. I would love to play with him a little bit. Is there a subtle way to let him know that, to encourage him? He strikes me as the shy, sensitive type and I know I tend to be pretty blunt sometimes. I don’t want to embarrass him or scare him. I inquire, conversationally, “Doesn’t this drive you crazy?” He pauses massaging for a beat and looks up at me wide eyed and stutters, “d-doesn’t what?” Hmm. It’s going to be hard to skirt around it since I expected to put at ease enough that his answer to be a confessing whisper of yes. I have to gently let him know that I know his secret and that it’s okay. I casually continue, “working around pretty feet all day…” He still has a cautious expression and looks away quickly before hesitantly replying, “Yeah…”  He trailed off like he wanted to say more. I watched his adams apple bob as he swallowed nervously. Now he’s clearly avoiding my gaze and deliberately trying not to look at my feet either. I can’t see his crotch from this angle, but I just know he’s rock hard right now. His left hands darts out to fiddle unnecessarily with the bottles of polish on his cart. He needs a little push, I decide.

I purred seductively, “Mmm, that feels so good” as I arch my back slightly and nudged my foot closer to him. “Now if you only offered a toe sucking service, I’d be in heaven,” I laughed playfully. The air has an electricity to it as I anticipate his response to THAT. “You… like to have your toes sucked…?” he murmurs uncertainly. “Oh, god, yes, licked, sucked, massaged, the whole bit.” As I catch the corners of his mouth starting to turn up, I add conspiratorially and almost apologetically, “Sorry, but it’s almost sexual to me.” His smile has turned into a grin. “Oh, yeah, for me too, for me too,” he nods enthusiastically. Finally! He is coming out of his shell! He looks visibly relieved.

Here goes nothing, I think and blurt out, “You can do that… If you want, I mean.” He bites his lip for a fraction of a second before clarifying, “suck them?” “You don’t _have_ to or anything…” I shrug. There’s no hesitation now. He’s probably so turned on he can’t help himself any longer and that turns me on. He places a palm under my heel and slides his index finger between my big toe and his thumb around the outside, capturing it with his fingers before capturing it with his lips. I marvel at how soft his lips are and how hot his tongue feels s he tantalizes the rest of my toes with his mouth. The surrounding cool air teases my moist foot and I feel that surge between my legs again. I cannot keep a small moan from escaping and I shift even nearer to him. That definitely excites him and any last shred of bashfulness disappears and he begins voraciously licking up and down my soles, occasionally suckling at my arches. I can feel his warm breath getting faster. My hands involuntarily drop from the arms of the chair, into my lap and I deftly stroke my pussy though my clothes. He sees this and begins to touch himself through his pants. “Take it out,” I whisper as he glances up at me, “take out your cock.”

And he does, immediately. I’m actually shocked at how erect he is. His cock is stiffly standing straight out. He circles his thumb and index finger around it as far as he can, just below the head, to masturbate himself while he feverishly stuffs every single one of my toes into his mouth. Watching him completely fill and stretch his thirsty mouth with nearly my entire foot is quite possibly the sexiest thing I have ever seen and definitely the most erotic sensation I’ve ever felt. It puts me right on the edge, but I don’t want to cum yet. Not like this. And this is not how I want him to cum either, I realize. He’s probably pretty close too. I’m almost breathless when I tell him, “I want you to fuck my feet.” He responds with a sound that is pure animal lust and I very nearly orgasm right then from hearing it. I have to abruptly lift my finger from my clit to prevent that from happening. He quickly extracts my foot from his hungry mouth, lifts the other up next to it and pushes his cock through the space between my arches. He bucks his pelvis wildly, watching himself use my silky feet to pleasure his cock.

I am trying desperately to hold off, to time it just right so that we are cumming together. When he slips the head of his dick in the space between my big toe and rubs that oh so sensitive spot of his shaft all over the wrinkled ball of my foot, I know he is about to get off. “Yessss, cum on my pretty toes,” I groan. As his cock spurts hot, sticky streams of cum all over my tiny toes, I feel my tight pussy contract repeatedly. His grunts of satisfaction have my juices positively pumping out of my cunt from somewhere deep within, soaking my panties. I’m shaking. He’s shaking. He grins broadly and laughs breathlessly, plopping back down on his seat. I stretch luxuriously, chuckled and mused, I guess you’d better wash them again.” Still smiling, he agreed.

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I am, what you might call, “candid” about sex or “sexually liberated.” Based on the things I have tried and those I want to try, most people would probably consider me kinky. It comes as no surprise when they find out I’ve been doing internet porn for almost ten years now. And because of my “hobby,” very little shocks or offends me anymore. (Desensitized?) I cater to fetishes and have a lot of them myself… Actually, one of my fetishes is Fetishists, so that’s how and why I’m seeking out related forums/boards.

Lately, I am especially curious about Foot Fetish. Maybe my interest was piqued by Bachelorette contestant Tanner Pope? :D
I’m not completely new to it though. I’ve dabbled in foot photography and videography; I’ve given a footjob and had my toes sucked, but I still don’t feel I’ve explored enough to be truly sated. I suspect being intimate with someone who kisses my feet briefly only in the heat of the moment is very different than playing with someone who is genuinely into foot worship. I definitely want to experience the latter (and I think foot play with me is different that with a lot of other women… namely, because I don’t engage in it just to please my partner, but because it is erotic to me too).

Do *I* have a bonafide foot fetish? That’s a gray area, I think. I’m fascinated about every aspect of this particular fetish… certainly the psychology of it, the actual foot related sex acts themselves and even feet as art. I’m not quite turned on by looking at feet, per se, but I am excited by using my feet to tease and please men and women. The thought of a man getting an erection from eyeing my pretty, painted, pedicured toes exposed by summery sandals or from catching a glimpse of my soft soles and delicate arches as I absently (yet seductively, for him) dangle a high heeled pump… and the thought of me stuffing my pantyhose encased toes into a mans mouth while his cock pounds my pussy… or the idea of a woman rubbing her wet pussy all over my feet… well, these are fantasies that get me very hot.

While you can’t be certain of anything on the web, not everyone with an unusual fantasy is a stalker or a sociopathic or psychopathic killer. Typically, I don’t find most Fetishists creepy at all. I understand them, I guess. I can absolutely empathize with how uncomfortable it can be to explain or indulge what turns you on sexually when it comes to, let’s say, less than open-minded people. I like to draw out their confessions, to be honest. I hope unburdening feels good to them. For me, finding out what makes them tick is as erotic as actually participating in what they describe. Any questions I might ask are out of genuine intrigue, not in order to pass judgment on anyone or to make fun of them! Glory be to the medium that allows people to open up and share!

Still, I feel sort of skeevy joining forums. I’m looking for masturbation fodder like most of the members, but I also hope to connect with someone who “gets me” and can perhaps entice me into trying new things. If you can point me in the right direction to find some kind, friendly feet guys, please do.

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Intoxication by Shanna Germain

*scroll down the entry just a bit for the story*

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I’d like to start writing erotica again. We all have fantasies that we return to regularly. Many are things we’d never actually do, but often think about in the moment >;) Some of my favourites involve:

- acting as a Domme over men with a panty or foot fetish,

- being forced by my master to take black cocks bareback while he watches, instructs, films and masturbates,

- getting a public groping and fucking by 3 aggressive older brits in a pub (inspired by a triple penetration scene featuring Taylor Rain),

- Greg Dulli (…)

- Greg Graffin (…)

- Robert Pollard (…)

- being kidnapped and trained by my captor in a fashion similar to the Sleeping Beauty novels,

- dominating men via facesitting and pussy worship,

- feminization of crossdressers,

- receiving bukkake facials while being pleasured with a vibrator,

- servicing a group of dominant women in a setting like prison or a formal tea party

And that’s just the short list :) I hope to hammer out some in depth tales soon.

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:D I don’t know whether to laugh or shout, “you go, girl!” I know I am officially a fan though, for one of those reasons. I’m soooo glad Belinda linked this. I’d never have been lucky enough to stumble upon it otherwise. [NSFW due to the subject matter of the audio, but worth every minute of turning your speakers up at home.]

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Sandra, an Australian member of a Childfree discussion group to which I am subscribed, wrote this rant below. I think she’s terrific, has loads of common sense and is so colourful, which is why I simply had to post this here :) For background, what brought on this topic, originally, was a mention of Rev. Fred Nile, who tried to introduce legislation that a woman could only have an abortion if the fetus’ father gave permission.

“Despite men’s obligations under the Child Support Act these pricks like to have a bet both ways. Basically if a woman does go ahead with a child HE does not want, then HE should not have to pay for child support OR can insist on a termination. OTOH, if she is pregnant with his child and she does not want a pregnancy, HE can make her have the child. It all boils down to his decisions.

These people operate on their ill-conceived paradigm that since men cannot control their sexual urges it is up to women to be the sexual and moral gatekeepers because women, supposedly, are indifferent about sex. Basically what they are saying is; if a woman cannot keep her legs together she gets what she deserves. I have freqeuntly intoned that if a bloke does not want to get a bird up the duff, then he ought to keep it in his pants.

My other theory, which I am sure I have shared here before, is that the control over female fertility is to intended to control them sexually and economically. If pregnancy can be used as a tool of fear and oppression, as punishment for having sex, then women will have to think twice about having sex. Being a single mother is very likely to place a woman in poverty and it certainly can slow her progress in work and education. Take away contraception and abortion and women become dependant on a reliable male provider is she is to avoid poverty.

The other reason these dickheads fear female sexual independance is sexual insecurity. The possibility that a heterosexual woman has seen a bigger ding-ding or experienced a better lover strikes real fear in the hearts of these men. And, the women who trade on their woo like is it some kind of prize — whether she is trading a peice of her for a drink, dinner date or a wedding band — are intimidated by sexually-free women because their behaviour reduces the market price, so to speak. Ever seen a young woman flashing her new engagement ring? It is like a trophy. “Look at me, someone thinks my cu*t is worth a shiny rock!”

What was scary about Nile’s proposal is that, at the extreme, it would mean a rapist could force his victim to bear his child. It also undermines the “sanctity of life” argument that these dickwads frequently intone. If their philosphical postion is indeed, a foetus has a right to life, then it would be applied in all circumstances. Nile’s position that abortion is only permitted when the father wants it quite simply reveals what Nile’s true intent is; that female sexuality be owned by men and that pregnancy should be an instrument of fear to punish women for having sex.”

I have had an abortion (and would do so again if I found myself pregnant, despite using contraception), so obviously, having that choice is important to me. There’s so need to launch into a diatribe about my reasons. BUT, that aside, the Reverend sparked a few questions in my mind. In Nile’s thought, the law would tie everything up in a neat little package. But, the analytical side of me inmmediately started wondering about costs. Who would pay for the legwork of obtaining consent, who would pay for overseeing that the law was followed or for prosecuting those breaking it? I also became curious as to how Nile, ideally, would have it handled if the woman did not know who the father is… would he think she’s a tramp and her punishment should be to have the child? Or, would he prefer to track down and test any men with whom she’d had sex during the probable time frame… and if so, again, I wondered who would bear the cost of that search and/or testing… or what would happen if the man could not be found? See, I’m the inquisitive sort. I like to consider all possibilities and, yes, sometimes, to play Devil’s Advocate. Ooh, a mere mention of Satan and coupled with a positive word towards “advocacy” at that! I must be a minion, a heathen headed straight for hell, eh Rev. Nile? See you there, Sir! ;)

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Bettie Page had a heart attack Tuesday and was hospitalized Friday. She may be in a coma. Read the full story: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2008/12/05/state/n163820S71.DTL

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Interesting query in respect to my online adult activities: Do I depersonalize my “customers” in the similar manner that society accuses maleporn consumers of doing to female sex workers?

Fair question. Astute even. I confess, I am amused at their need for sexual gratification and willingness to do a variety of things for it. Is that cruel? Is that abusive? I don’t taunt them about it or berate them for it. I don’t take advantage of their needs/wants.I don’t view them as my ATM. I provide a service to them and they provide something to me in return which is of equal or lesser value, depending upon whom you ask. The fact that I use the internet as safe and convenient social and sexual stimulation is almost definitely a form of detachment. I realize that. I admit that the ability to click away from someone/something or turn off the computer at will is a draw for me. However, I don’t think that means I don’t see or refuse to see the human element when I am ‘doing my thing.’ I am totally cognizant that I have a thinking, feeling person on the other end. (I guess you could say I give what I get. Treat me well and I will treat you well.) Also, I find there’s no hard and fast rule about these men. There are nuances to each one and that’s a bonus for someone like me who is fascinated by what makes people tick.You know, there are occasionally moments when I feel like a psychologist. I listen to problems (or desires) and offer feedback. I care. I have even been guilty of caring too much. Sometimes, I share some of my own personal issues with them.
I set boundaries though. I never thought of that as being disrespectful to others. It is for my physical safety…. because you never truly know who is on the other end. It is a precautionary measure rather than an insensitivity. It isn’t about denying them something and LOL-ing over it. There’s no element of “look what you can’t have” going on, no proverbial dangling of juicy carrots in front of the hungry donkey or wily cat chasing helpless mice. Any teasing is requested and consensual. If it weren’t, I would not be engaging in it. That’s Integrity. Not all Camgirls have it. I do. Perhaps my code of ethics causes me to miss out on a piece of the pie, but that particular virtue is much more important to me than $$$$. Who’da thunk it- a sex worker with “morals!” There are more of us than one might guess. But, then, there’s almost always more to people than meets the eye.
I hope my tone has not been misinterpreted as defensive, but surely you can imagine the stigma that so often comes with being involved in the porn industry. It is difficult to hear the erroneous assumptions and brash generalizations day in, day out, with so few speaking out loudly and intelligibly enough to truly be heard. But there are always deaf ears. Actually, I am thankful for the opportunity to express myself this way.

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