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Mistress Arabella: A Raspberry for Your Ass

vibratordotcom:

I am not sure what led to the Ass-Berries design line by Rocks Off, but I imagine the conversation went something like this:

Boss: We should make a cute butt plug that is good for first time users, and it should also vibrate.

Underling: We should shape it like an oversized raspberry, and then call it the Ass-Berry!

And so the Ass-Berry Raspberry Vibrator came into being, and it does a great job doing exactly what it was designed to do. Thanks to Vibrator.com for sending it to me! It makes a great beginning anal toy.

Via Vibrator.com

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Blissfully,
Mistress Arabella 



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Today’s song o’ the day: Lizzie West’s sultry, sexy, and sassy “Rope Me in and Smoke Me” from her album I Pledge Allegiance to Myself.


FEARLESNESS.

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There is no Impurity and There is no Purity.

I write because there is so much that yearns to spill forth from me. Earlier I was in the sauciest mood, and my mind was a waterfall of things like edible body paint, rope, sex toys and whatnot. My oral fixation was completely out of control and I couldn’t stop yearning for something delicious to occupy my mouth and tongue.


I took a few seconds to stop and laugh at myself; I’m just about to ovulate and my sex-drive always goes ridiculously through the roof at this point in my cycle. It was nice to feel that part of myself again, though. It’s almost as if my inner tigress has been dormant because I haven’t had the extra energy to feed (or fan) her flames. 


And so today, I’ve felt not only this extra burst of sexual energy, but also a heightened sensitivity to my submissive side. These are the times that I would give anything to be tumbling around with you, and wrestling, if only as an appetizer to the moment that you would inevitably pin me and claim your prize.


It’s in moments like this one that my hunger for the edge grows strong and pulses intensely inside of me, my heart and cunt aligned in their appetites. I get so curious about things like pain and pleasure and limits and surpassing such limits. I think of the incredible poem by Christopher Logue:

Come to the edge,” he said.

        They said, “We are afraid.”

   “Come to the edge,” he said.


        They came.


    He pushed them…
 And they flew.


Almost seven-and-a-half minutes of fuck-me heaven. Quite possibly the sexiest song EVER. And I can’t get this g.d. delectable song out of my head. Hopefully, soon, you won’t be able to either! 



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AWESOME-sauce must-read about the writing (& reading & critiquing) of sex toy reviews a la CarrieAnn @ A View from the Floor: Life, love, sex, reviews, bdsm, dirty dishes.

P.s. Why do the best damn rants / articles / ideas / etc. always come to us all in the bathtub?


It still strikes me as strange that anyone could have any moral objection to someone else’s sexuality. It’s like telling someone else how to clean their house.

– River Phoenix

“It’s Amazing” by Mindy Smith from her album One Moment More (2004)



Fireflies and the Moon.

And he said he’d be the second sun, if that’s what it takes to love me. For me to feel loved. 

“Why would I waste my time with little fireflies, when you’re the fucking moon in the sky?” he said. 

It was then that I lost my words.


We tend to think of the erotic as an easy, tantalizing sexual arousal. I speak of the erotic as the deepest life force, a force which moves us toward living in a fundamental way.

– Audre Lorde

Orgasms are a dime-a-dozen, and always on sale at your local dollar store. You can usually find them right next to the metaphors.

– Mistress Arabella (moi)
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