Sex Toys On The Go!

It's getting close to that time of year.. where love is in the air and horny husbands are hoping to get laid via chocolates, flowers, and maybe a nice dinner out.

What? You're traveling? Lucky you! Well then, it sounds like you may be in for a weekend of creative debauchery, so let's plan!

First, if you are traveling by car or train, you're pretty safe. It's the folk traveling to their love destination by plane who need to listen up and pay heed to my embarrassing travel mishaps so they don't repeat them.

1) Store you fun items in a make-up travel bag. Most ladies have a ton of these from over the years--either as gifts, freebies from department stores, or for personal use. Some things to keep in mind: the bag should not be made of clear or tinted plastic so that the naughty items inside are not visible. Make sure the bag is large enough and the zipper closes easy.

Sounds like a no-brainer, right? You may one day be traveling with your kids and it would not do if items were sticking out or visible to any curious eyes.

2) If the lube is not travel safe, meaning a tight lid, put it in a zip lock baggie. Trust me on this, lube leaking out of the zippered cosmetic bag into your luggage is really messy. And yes, I'm speaking from experience. That silicone based stuff does not wash out easily from material in a sink, and it stains luggage (even make-up bags) permanently.

3) Take all batteries out of battery operated devices and store them in a baggie in another section of your luggage. Please, read that last line again. I cannot stress this enough. If the device in question happens to have a cord leading from the battery pack to the fun part.... well... it apparently looks like a possible bomb and your bags WILL be searched.

Even if there is a happy little Disney luggage tag proclaiming you to be going to the land of Mickey you will not be spared. Oh, and when your luggage shows up with the rest of the family's you will have big yellow tape encircling your bag, proclaiming to everyone waiting for the Magical bus that it has been searched by security.

And while yes, it might be a great time to explain to your children the necessary security precautions every traveler must undergo, I say if you can avoid it by removing some batteries ahead of time, then you should do so. To be on the safe side, even if your little fun device doesn't have a cord you should still remove the batteries. I do, just to be safe.

4) Bring a small bottle of toy cleaner with you so incase your bags do get searched you can clean the items thoroughly and try your best to block out the fact that guards have laughed at your toys and/or handled them with latex gloves. Hey, the way I look at it is this: I'm getting laid so I could give two shits what they think... or at least that's what I've convinced myself by the third drink when I'm trying to drown my humiliation of strangers pawing through my belongings.

5) Pack small items. A romantic trip is the perfect time to bring lube, a silver bullet vibrator, massage oil, a small anal plug, a vibrating cock ring, and maybe a blindfold, but it is not the time to bring anything requiring a strap or is larger than three inches long. Toys on a getaway weekend are supposed to be a romantic enhancement not a substitute for your partner.

6) Don't forget the negligee. Sure, he knows what your bits all looks like, and yes, you might wind up taking it off in five minutes, but wearing one sets a mood and gives out a sexy vibe--two things that should never be overlooked. You'd rather see him in snug silk boxer briefs than ratty sweatpants, right? Same goes for him. And I don't know about you, but ratty clothes to bed sends a clear message of "I'm not interested", which is so not the vibe we want on a romantic getaway.

7) Bring a travel candle -- which is a candle in metal tin with a metal lid. Maybe two inches across in size, and two inches tall. Scented ones are nice, but not needed, so pick what you like. You may prefer to just crack the bathroom door with the light on, but everyone, trust me, everyone, looks better in candlelight. And you can chat to get you in the mood while you eyes adjust to the dim light. Win/win in my book. I look better and I get some verbal communication to relax and bring me into the moment.


Choose wisely, my lovelies! And if you have tiny vibrating gadgets that don't have long cords leading to a battery pack, bring those, you'll be glad you did.

Get your sexy on -- go forth and celebrate love! Wherever you may be on the 14th.

~C.J.

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Words

Content advisory: Contains scenes of explicit sex and language.

On some occasions, they have no need for words.

He takes her to an expensive restaurant where they sit across from each other, ever the smart, sophisticated, beautiful couple. Beneath the table, she spreads her legs for him, the clingy black dress she wears riding up her slim thighs. He knows she’s not wearing panties; he watched her dress.

Above the table they continue their conversation; careers, house prices, hobbies. But beneath, he reaches out, his fingers walking their way up the length of her leg toward the wet cleft between her thighs. Using his index and forefinger, he strokes her shaven folds. He peels her open before plunging his fingers into her depths.

To the rest of the room, they continue their charade. He holds her gaze, almost challenging her to break from the act, to cry out. Hidden from view, he finger-fucks her, adding a third finger and then a forth, impaling her on his hand. The waiter comes to the table to pour them some more wine. He stills his hand, though his fingers remain embedded in her tight sheath. She offers the waiter the briefest of smiles. Her chest is flushed, the color creeping up her throat.

The waiter moves away and he continues his movements, sliding his fingers in and out. His thumb finds her clit and he hooks his fingers inward, locating the fleshy pad on the inside of her walls that he knows will send her over the edge. He works her clit in small circles, his fingers now held deep, but still moving inside her. The scent of her arousal lingers on the air and she comes fast and hard, all words failing her. Her hands bunch above the tablecloth, her eyes squeezed shut. She’s trapped inside herself, focused only on the waves of pleasures clutching her in their grip. But not a sound is uttered from her lips.

And then she comes back to him.

At home, he pushes her onto the bed, wanting to finish what he started. He clamps his hand over her mouth, preventing any words. He drives his cock hard into her pussy, pinning her arms above her head with his other hand. Only their cries and breathing fills the room as they join themselves together.

But sometimes words are needed—coarse, harsh, vulgar. He wants to hear the come from her mouth, from the sweet lips that talk so politely to strangers, but with him reveal a different kind of woman altogether.

“Oh yes,” she gasps as she kneels in front of him, his dick brushing her soft lips. “I want to taste your big, hard cock. I want you to fuck my mouth.” Her tongue flicks out, sweeping the clear drop of pre-cum from his slit. “I’m going to lick you and suck you. I’m going to make you come so hard.” She sinks her hot, wet mouth down the length of his dick and her words are muted.

He takes over. “I love it when you suck my cock. You’re so fucking good at that.”

Emboldened by his words, she goes deeper, drawing him to the back of her throat. “Suck it harder, baby. Use your tongue.”

She does as he tells her, rubbing her tongue along the flat underside. As she bobs back and forth, the tight circle of her lips creates a friction that drives him insane.

She stops before he comes, his dick slipping from her perfect mouth, and crawls up onto the bed, wiggling her heart-shaped bottom as she goes. “You can put it in any hole you want,” she entices. “My tight, wet pussy or even my ass.” She reclines on the bed and gives him a naughty smile.

He climbs on the bed with her and suspends himself above her. He applies attention to her small, jaunty breasts. Her nipples have always been slightly too large compared to the rest of her tits and he enjoys sucking their lengthened peaks to the roof of his mouth, rolling the hard nub with his tongue.

“I love it when you suck on my nipples,” she tells him, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he says.

He moves down her body, his tongue tracing a wet trail down across her flat stomach and then pubic bone. He stops between her thighs; his tongue finding the little bud nestled below the small patch of tight curls. Her taste is so familiar to him, it could be his own.

With his tongue and fingers, he brings her close, but before she tilts over the edge, he lifts his mouth from her. “Turn over. I want to fuck you from behind.”

He likes to watch his erection slide between her swollen pussy lips, slick with her juice. He builds up his momentum, the pleasure of her hot cunt gripped tight around his erection making his head swim.

“You dirty, fucking slut,” he says. “Dirty, bitch, whore.”

And somehow these words notch everything up a level, excite them both.

“Fuck me harder,” she tells him, watching him from over one shoulder. “I want you big, hard dick to pound me so hard it hurts.”

He takes her at her word, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers moulding into her flesh. He uses her momentum to drive himself deeper, harder, faster.

“Say it!” he tells her as she slams into her, balls deep. “Tell me what a whore you are.”

“I’m a dirty little whore,” she says between gasps. “I’m your filthy little slut.”

This final admission tilts the axis and they both find their release. He comes inside her with grunts of pleasure, shooting hot steams of cum. Her pussy contracts and pulses around him and she cries out, her head hung, her back arched.

They collapse; a mass of heavy breathing, sweat-soaked skin and hot flesh. They curl together as he grows soft inside her and their breathing returns to normal. Her plants a kiss on her shoulder and pulls her against him.

And they need their words no more.

~*~

M.K. Elliott

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Miss Ellie Swings - Part 2

Content advisory: male/female/male with some male/male play

Ellie crawled between the cool, crisp sheets of her bed. She pulled the heavy duvet up, tucking it under her left arm as she rolled to her right side. Her eyes closed under the silky padding of her sleep mask. She hated the thing but, with Robbie having been called in on an emergency at the hospital, it was better to wear it than risk being woken up by the blazing bedroom lights when he came home.

She huffed, rolling to her back as bitter disappointment flooded through her again. They’d lined up sleepovers for the kids at friend’s houses earlier in the week and had put their names on the guest list at Stratosphere, their favorite club. Everything had been set for a night on the town, just the two of them and any possible playmates they might come across.

Robbie had just finished cinching the waist on her corset when his cell phone rang. She’d glanced over her shoulder at him, silently willing him not to answer. He’d given her an apologetic smile and reached for the BlackBerry dancing on his dresser with each vibrating ring.

And so, she lay alone instead of dancing with her husband or flirting with someone else’s. She’d removed her scarlet silk corset, black micro mini and fishnet stockings while Robbie asked the nurse on the phone for patient details and gave temporary orders for the staff to carry out until he arrived. In five brief minutes, her evening had gone from hours of expected fun to her alone.

While Robbie changed from his club attire to scrubs, Ellie had thrown a short robe over her nakedness and wandered out to the kitchen. She’d packed him a quick lunch consisting of an energy drink, two protein bars and an apple. Judging by the questions he’d fired off in rapid succession, whatever waited for him at the hospital was a doozey and he’d need food that could be eaten quickly but would pack maximum nutrition.

After kissing him goodbye, Ellie stood in the foyer, contemplating her situation. She bit her bottom lip, her fingers toying with her satiny robe belt. Maybe the night wasn’t a total wash. She could give Franco a call and see what he was doing. As quick as the idea formed, Ellie dismissed it. Who was she kidding? On a Friday night, Franco was most likely at Stratosphere as she had planned to be.

Resigned to a night alone, she’d washed her face to remove the small amount of makeup and then climbed into bed.

~*~

Voices murmuring nearby woke Eleanor up. She rolled to her back, reaching to remove the sleep mask as a weight depressed the mattress on her left side. Firm hands covered hers, pressing her wrists to the pillow, and stopped Ellie from uncovering her eyes.

“Robbie?” Her voice quavered and Eleanor bit her lip in consternation. This was her husband, not some stranger to be afraid of. And yet, when his weight shifted closer, she shivered as fear licked up her spine. The alarm hadn’t gone off, this had to be Robbie.

Ellie wrinkled her nose, the scent of sharp hospital antiseptic and Robbie’s cologne threatening to make her sneeze as they always did. What was he up to? He usually showered before coming to bed.

His breath gusted over her cheek, warm and… minty? Eleanor processed the new information. He’d brushed his teeth at some point but neglected to change out of his scrubs.

“What are you…” she began. Clearly, he was up to something. Robbie usually smelled of protein bars and grape energy drinks when he came home from an emergency.

Soft lips pressed to hers, gently insisting she open up and let him in. Ellie frowned, but complied. Whatever he was doing, her husband obviously planned on trying to make up for cutting their evening short.

The bed dipped on her right and Ellie broke the kiss. She pulled against Robbie’s firm grip, her arms twisting as she struggled for release, but he refused to let her go.

“Who’s there?” she asked. Her heart fluttered frantically as panic took root. “Robbie? What’s going on? Let me take this off. I can’t see.”

Robbie chuckled, the soft exhalations billowing across her chest. Eleanor’s eyes shifted back and forth behind the mask. The pillow case rustled beneath her head as she turned blindly toward him.

 “Relax, hun. I’ve brought Mickael as an apology. Shush, leave the mask on, and enjoy.”

He transferred the grip on her hands to the other male and Ellie waited, curious to see what the two of them would do next. Robbie’s weight left the bed and Eleanor’s panic returned. She twisted her body toward him, silently pleading for him to return.

“I’m going to take a quick shower,” Robbie announced through the rustle of heavy cotton. The sharp snap of the hamper lid told her he’d removed his scrubs. “Go ahead and start without me. Mick will take good care of you, babe.”

“Oui.” Soft and sexy, a chuckle caressed the shell of her right ear and Ellie turned toward it. A hint of peppery lemon and soft musk enticed her to move closer to its source. Citrus and sandalwood. Yum.

Her memory jogged and Ellie’s eyes widened, her lashes brushing the satin back of her mask. She’d heard talk about this man. Mickael, the sensual Frenchman all the women at Stratosphere went weak in the knees over when he made an appearance. If the rumors were true…

“They are,” he whispered in her ear. Ellie jerked. Oh lord, she’d spoken out loud. “Mostly. Les filles, they like to exaggerate.”

She cocked her head to the right, trying to make sense of how Robbie could have arranged this encounter when, suddenly, Ellie found her fingertips pressed to flesh. Firm and smooth, Mickael’s thick pectoral flexed under her touch. Ellie flattened her palm, her fingers brushing over the hairless surface.

Her thumb encountered the soft, raised nub of Mick’s nipple and she smiled as his breath hitched. Emboldened by his response, Ellie flicked her nail over the tip until it hardened into a sharp point.

Mickael pressed her left hand into the pillow beside her head, his momentum bending her right arm as he leaned closer. Breath held in anticipation, Ellie slid her free hand around his torso. Muscles bunched beneath her fingertips, goose bumps forming on his skin as her touch skated across the shallow dips of his ribs to the wide flare of his back.

Warm moisture slicked across her lower lip, a slow, gentle caress seeking permission to enter. Ellie gasped and, in the split second it took to pull in the small burst of air, Mick took possession of her mouth.

He invaded her senses. Warm, silky and bearing the light aftertastes of minty toothpaste and beer, his tongue caressed hers. Supple and smooth, Mick’s body pressed in, enveloping Ellie in a sensual cocoon that had her panting and scooting closer.

Ellie’s hips twisted toward Mickael, her earlier misgivings forgotten as he mastered her mouth and woke up the fire banked deep within her belly. She moaned, moisture flowing between her thighs. His tongue slid alongside hers in a slow, lingering kiss that held a promise of things to come.  

Cool air whispered over her, layering Ellie’s skin with goose flesh, and pulled a delicious shiver through her limbs. The blankets slid away, freeing her from the confines of their warm cocoon, and she sighed into Mick’s mouth. Her hips rotated, one thigh parting from the other to cradle him as he leaned in further.

He works with his hands, she mused fleetingly as he released her left hand and brushed his fingers down her ribcage. His palms, callused and rough like fine grit sandpaper, skimmed the contours of her waist and abdomen, slowly stoking the fire in her belly from the tingle of light embers to a smoldering intensity.

Back arched, Ellie offered herself up to Mickael’s touch like a tasty morsel on the proverbial plate. He abandoned her mouth, nipping along her jawline in search of other pursuits and Eleanor’s lips pouted at the loss of heat his kisses provided them. She opened her mouth to demand he continue their sensual oral dance when he licked up her throat and bit down gently. Her pulse leapt—the words on the tip of her tongue cut off by a moan and full-body shudder.

“Tu aimes?” he said.

She had no idea what he’d asked but nodded anyway. If he wanted to give more caresses like the last one, she’d agree to just about anything.

Ellie pressed herself tighter against him, her thigh wrapped around his lower back, foot slowly caressing the soft fabric of his… jeans? She pushed the thought aside. Plenty of time to puzzle over his wardrobe later. For now, she needed to focus on the heated path his mouth trailed over her collarbones toward her aching breasts and the teasing way his fingers inched up the underside of her left calf.

“Mick,” she sighed as the heat of his torso pressed into the soft dip of her abdomen. He rubbed against her, the heat of his body chasing away the chill on Ellie’s skin with each sweep of his hands and press of his lips.

Finally, the scalding bliss of his mouth closed around her left nipple. The flick of his tongue sent ecstasy blasting through her, lifting Eleanor’s back off the bed. She pinched her nails into his shoulder, her body taut as a bow against Mickael’s.

“Now that’s a sight I like to walk in on,” Robbie’s voice nudged its way through the haze of lust and Ellie smirked. The mattress dipped as he joined them, his body wash tickling her nose with its sexy aroma of vanilla and spices.

Strong, supple and free of calluses, Robbie’s neurosurgeon’s hand smoothed along her left arm, his fingers tangling with Ellie’s as he pulled her limb toward him. Cotton rasped beneath her head, her mouth seeking her husband’s while that of her lover traveled further down Eleanor’s torso.

“Robbie,” she murmured against his lips before he caught them up in a quick kiss. His tongue slid over hers in a silky, teasing swipe and then retreated. Robbie’s lips brushed the whorl of her ear, the soft flicker of his breath making the fine hairs on her scalp stand on end.

Solid warmth bumped her hand at the exact moment Mickael’s tongue dipped inside her belly button. Ellie’s fingers twitched, wrapping around something that no longer felt like Robbie’s hand. He’d released her at some point and now she gripped…

Firm, somewhat pliant and warm to the touch, a strong pulse beat beneath her fingertips. The length of Robbie’s cock jerked as Ellie stroked it once, twice and then a third time.

Distracted by the thrust of her husband’s penis against her palm, Ellie momentarily forgot about the other man in their bed. Her lips closed over the swollen glans, precum coating her tongue as he slid into her mouth.

Heat swept up the seam of her core, the flat of Mickael’s tongue licking up the steady ooze of her juices. Eleanor moaned around the thickness in her mouth, her hips jerking up insistently for more.

Mickael gave her what she wanted. The hard point of his tongue slid between her folds, seeking and finding the swollen bundle of nerves nestled inside. Her mind reeled at the expert way he worked her clit just the way she liked. Hard and fast, then slow and teasing; the perfect combination to drive her nuts and over the edge in a heartbeat.

Ellie whimpered with need, her mouth moving up and down Robbie’s cock with increasing frenzy. The way his hips pumped against her, his fingers fisted tightly in her hair—clearly he was enjoying the show.

She bucked against Mick, her body tight and slicked with the need to come. Digging her nails into Robbie’s ass cheek, Eleanor cried out her orgasm as he pulled out of her mouth and spilled thick, creamy ropes of cum on her chest.

“Incroyable,” Mick murmured as he slid up her body. He kissed her hungrily, stealing away what little breath Ellie had left.

Robbie let out a husky laugh. “I told you she was. Let’s get her cleaned up. The condoms are on the nightstand, by the way.”

“God, yes.” Ellie whispered. “Suit up. I want you inside of me, Mick. Now.”

Both men chuckled, the bed shifting as they repositioned; one reaching for a condom and the other for a cloth, she assumed.

A damp, slightly chilled cloth swept over her chest and Ellie flinched momentarily. Robbie leaned in, the bed shifting as he whispered in her ear.

“I love seeing you come like that,” he complimented. “You’re my little slut. I love it.”

She quirked up a corner of her lips at the nickname she shamelessly let him call her. He’d said it once while they’d been having sex together and Ellie had been surprised at how it turned her on.

The bed shifted on her right as Mickael rejoined them. She lay quietly as the mattress wobbled beneath her, the sound of skin shifting across the comforter alerting her to someone’s movements.

One of the men sighed, low and contented, and she realized what was going on. Mick must have lost some of his erection while Robbie cleaned her up and now her husband was helping the other man regain his former stiffness.

“Take the blindfold off, please?” she pleaded. “I want to see.”

Robbie grunted his assent and Eleanor whipped off the sleep mask. She blinked to focus her eyes against the soft haze of the bedside lamps. The sight that greeted her stole Ellie’s breath and heated her blood with desire.

Palms braced on the bed, head rocked back on his shoulders, Mick reclined in the middle of their play zone. He wore a look of pure ecstasy on his handsome face as Robbie’s dark blond head bobbed up and down in his lap.

“Baby,” she choked out breathlessly. “That’s so damn hot.”

In all of their years swinging together, she and Robbie had very rarely come across other men who were comfortable with the attentions of another man. Mickael appeared to be not only comfortable but enjoying himself immensely. His lips parted, breath hissing with each strong pull of the mouth fastened tightly on his cock. The man was beautiful. They both were.

Torn between watching to see where things went and the desire to have Mick deep inside of her, Ellie chewed on her bottom lip. Robbie began to suck a bit faster and that decided her.

Eleanor gripped her husband’s shoulder and tugged gently. “Enough, Robbie. You’ll spoil him before I ever get a chance.”

Robbie plunged down once more, and then pulled back slowly. He released Mickael’s heavy erection with a small audible pop. Turning his face to her, Robbie winked devilishly and slid back out of the way.

“Fuck her from behind, Mick,” he instructed. “She screams the loudest and comes the hardest that way.”

Mickael brought his gaze up to meet hers, the soft blue darkened by lust as he moved toward her. Ellie turned her back to him, wiggling her rear in blatant invitation. He rewarded her with a sharp smack on the ass.

“Bad girl,” he murmured against her ear as he fit himself against the back of her. “I’ll have to teach you a lesson if you keep that up, Cherie.”

Ellie smirked, reaching back to grip his hips as she executed a slow, sensual grind against the thick ridge of his erection. Mickael sucked in a surprised breath and then let it out on a slow groan. He rested his forehead on her shoulder, the fine sheen of moisture on his skin chilly against her heat.

“Bring it,” she teased.

She caught the quick, determined nod of his head as Mick bent her forward forcefully. Ellie braced herself—palms flat on the bed, rear end tucked tight against his hips. Eyes closed, lower lip caught between her teeth, she waited for him to push inside of her… and waited.

Sighing, Ellie opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder. Mickael reared back then, his shaft poised at her opening and thrust into her. In one solid push, he seated himself fully inside.

Eleanor cried out. Her back arched and her head rolled back on her shoulders as she rocked her hips to meet him. Stretched nearly to the point of pain, Ellie held still for a moment.

Heart racing, skin tingling with trepidation, Eleanor swallowed several strangled breaths.

“Ellie?” Robbie asked in a voice tinged with concern.

She nodded, glancing over her shoulder at both men. “I’m okay. Just a little surprised.” Turning her gaze to Mick, she smiled. “Don’t stop now. I just need a bit of working in.”

He grinned, winking mischievously. “Do not worry. I will work you in, and out, ma belle.”

Mickael pulled back slowly, the delicious slide of his cock sparking currents of heat inside of her. With deliberate care, he pushed back in, stretching her to accommodate him.

With each stroke and counterstroke her body responded to his with increasing ferocity. Her muscles quivered with each thrust, thighs and arms protesting the demands she forced upon them.

Ellie clenched her jaw between cries of pleasure. Her nerves sizzled on overdrive, soaring, rushing toward the maelstrom that waited for her just beyond the next peak. She opened her eyes as the bed dipped by her hands and she looked into the clear hazel of Robbie’s.

He smiled lovingly at her. “Come for me, my little slut. Scream my name while he’s fucking you.”

She moaned, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as her body overloaded and crashed over the precipice. Robbie’s timing had been perfect. Ellie screamed his name, her back arched bowstring tight as Mickael locked his hips to hers and they came together.

Robbie’s murmured, “Beautiful” mingled with Mick’s grunt of “Estie, oui” and Ellie’s whispered “Holy crap”. Her soft chuckle at the trio of exclamations turned to a mournful moan as Mickael pulled out and left her feeling empty after having been fuller than ever before.

Eleanor’s arms gave out then and she dropped down, her cheek resting on Robbie’s thigh. She panted, exhausted and completely satisfied with how her evening had turned out.

“Remind me,” she said between short breaths. “To ask later how you found each other. I’m too blissed out to care right now.”

Robbie chuckled as he caressed her shoulder. “I will. Rest now, we’re not done yet.”

Ellie closed her eyes and relaxed, sure the men would find ways to entertain each other while she took a short power nap. She didn’t think she’d ever get upset again when Robbie got called in on emergencies. Not if it meant she got rewarded with more evenings like this one.

Paging Dr. Avery, anyone?

Copyright © 2012 Danielle Gavan

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