A quick announcement of the $30 Good Vibrations Gift Card and 100 Free VOD minutes goes to the #24 comment on the Favorite Things blog post:

“Though pricey, rechargeables are the way to go. I hate being in the mood and then realizing i used my batteries for the flash in my camera.
Comment by Bren 12.15.10 @ 2:32 pm”

Why 24? I am doing Dark Gracie’s 24 Days of Filthmas here.

Congratulations Bren. Please email me your mailing address to “me” @ darkgracie.com.

Thank you all for your comments and participation. I will be responding to each and every comment when I get a moment (I will add my reply to your comment vs. writing a new comment so check back). I am right now very busy working on content for the site a.k.a. fucking.

Keep it deviant. Keep it filthy.

He slithered up between my legs with a snarl upon his face. He was a lion taking his prey. I felt helpless and timid underneath him. His left hand wrapped around my throat and I sucked in a breath. My eyes closed and I felt his head move to my left ear.

“I own you,” he whispered in my ear.

I shuddered and let out a gasp.

“This cunt…” he hissed, as his right hand moved between my legs, “is mine.”

I gurgled a whimper.

His hand pressed against my cunt and I was already wet.

“You little slut. You’re already wet,” he jeered into my ear. I knew his teeth were bared.

I was a fish out of water gasping for air as his hand tightened around my throat causing my cunt to gush even more.

“Ohh, you fucking, filthy little slut,” he spat at me pausing a moment. “What are you?” He asked, letting my throat go just enough to speak.

My chest was heaving and my body betrayed me. I caught my breath and muttered, “Your, fucking, filthy, little slut.”

“Again,” he barked pushing two fingers inside me.

I was trying to keep from coming as I forced out, “Your, fucking, filthy, little slut.”

“Again,” he snapped, hitting my g-spot.

My body trembled violently as I moaned, “Your, fucking, filthy, little slut.”

“That’s right,” he cooed and proceeded to break me till I cried.

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Since Oprah did this once a year, I figured I could tell you some of my favorite sex toys and I even have something to give away (No, it’s not a car OR an Njoy Eleven).

Yes, Christmas is near and I have been approached on several occasions by husbands/boyfriends for something sexy that want to give to their wives/girlfriends. I realized I have expensive taste in toys but I will try to give a sensible range to accommodate most budgets.

I know we are in a recession and with that I will be giving away a $30 Good Vibrations Gift Card and 100 Free VOD minutes. Please note this is the first time I have ever done anything like this and I thought about how to give this away without favoritism. I have picked a number in my head and I will send this number to my Good Vibrations Representative. If you are interested in this prize (you will have to provide a email and mailing address to me) please leave a comment on this post. The comment number that equals the number I have chosen will be the winner. I will announce the winner seven days from this post (Dec. 18th). If the comments do not reach the number I have chosen then the last commenter will get the prize. (Note: I will not reply to comments till this is over so I do not interfere with numbers. Multiple comments from the same email address will be deleted.)

Now on to my favorite things:

1. Njoy Eleven – I have written about this toy many times and this is a perfect toy for a couple. I get the most pleasure when he is fucking me with it and I have soaked a whole bed from sessions with this stainless steel beauty. Price: $300

2. Njoy Pure Wand – This toy is my absolute favorite g-spot stimulator and masturbation tool. I have been repeatedly using this toy while on phone sex calls and it hits the right spot and causes squirting and gushing (if applies to you) that soaks layers of towels. Highly recommended for the cunt and ass. Price: $108

3. Njoy Pure Plugs – These plugs are a heaven sent for those into anal plugs. I have the middle and large sized plugs; they were made for beauty and hours of wearing. I have worn a plug a whole work day without any discomfort and a lot of arousal. Price: $60 – $84

4. Lelo Gigi Rechargeable Vibrator – I was recommended this vibrator from my good friend Charlie Glickman after I was complaining about numbing after using my battery operated vibrator (#5). But I will mention that long periods or hard pressure of any vibrator is going to cause numbness. This is my vibrator of choice since I had purchased it during Gay Pride Weekend. The only draw back is not knowing when the battery going to die. I had a dreadful experience of not charging it and it dying on me mid-masturbation. Other than that it has varying speeds and pulses. I love the soft material and Lelo packages their products beautifully like Njoy. You are not getting this toy in a cheap plastic bag. Price: $109

5. Easy Glider Waterproof Vibrator – This toy I have purchased twice because I killed the first one. This had always been my cheap “go to” vibrator. It’s battery operated, loud as hell but gets the job done. I will warn it will leave your cunt numb after long periods of it pressed or shoved against genitalia. Price: $20

There you have it my fellow deviants: My favorite sex toys that I have used this year with orgasmic pleasure. I hope you get her/him what they want in the bedroom for Christmas and you have a deviant holiday season. I know I will be.

The first orgasm was at work and it was caused by text messages from her and him. They both were taunting me and pushing me to the brink of giving into my hedonistic ways. I hurried into the bathroom rubbing my clit with the sole mission of coming. I came with a shudder against the tile wall. I looked like a strung out junkie getting that one fix that was going to make it all better. But as many junkies, you always need more. One hit is never enough.

He continued to taunt me with filth, name-calling and dominance. I needed to hear his voice. I wanted to hear the words he spelled out to me from his very own lips.

I drove the wet and dark streets of Berkeley. I was in route to my lady friend’s home for dinner. I parked in front of the house with the lights on and observed my surroundings. Twenty feet ahead was the ever so busy Ashby Street and cars whizzed by with random people walking by my car heading to the Bart Station. With the nearby commotion it was still very quiet where I was.

I pushed my seat back and looked through the moon roof at the tree that hovered above, protecting me from night skies. My phone rang and I knew who it was, it was him. I had coached myself not to drench the panties and jeans since I would have to make an appearance for dinner and did not want to do so with sex drenched clothes. The moment he started to speak to me my body immediately betrayed me and I grew wet. I didn’t care, I was already lost in his trance and I would deal with those consequences later. All that mattered at that very moment was hearing him and taking every bit of him inside my mind.

“You are such a naughty girl sitting in front of your friend’s house and talking with me,” He whispered.

“I think you like that.” I answered.

“I do. It’s so bad and hot.” He confessed.

His words filled my ears and came out from between my legs with the orgasms. The leather of the seat creaked as he hissed filth with frantic panic. I wanted every bit of him to consume me; it was a willing sacrifice to make.

He owned me.

He marked me.

He dominated me with a burning lust.

“Come for me,” He quivered to his own build up.

I cried out in my car letting it echo against cold windows. My hand reached for anything and it found the freezing back window. It slowly slipped as I came as if I were being fucked in that back seat.

“I want to fuck you in that back seat and invite in anyone walking by. Open the door and have him greet you with his cock to your mouth.” He described with grimy detail. “I’d fuck your cunt as he would come all over your face…”

I can’t contain myself. I can’t keep my clothes dry. I gush soaking my panties through to my jeans.

“I’m going to come,” He gasped.

When he comes, I come and we are linked with a raging appetite for each other that does not seem to be sated with the endless phone conversations we have.

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