I’ve been a wee bit busy this past week sorting my application for the university course I’m applying forand finally got it sorted on Monday and posted. Phase One complete. Phase two is waiting to see if I get a letter of acceptance for registration and then I have to send a portfolio via  CD  … if that goes well I may secure a place, if there’s more people vying for the last vacancies then it’s an interview and a hard copy portfolio.  So I’ve been a little stressed making sure I have everything I need. The careers advisor has been amazing and has helped me sort all of this and I have another meeting with her on Friday to see what other things we can do incase I am not successful.

I’ve had positive and not so positive support as to this decision from varying sources. Thing is it’s something I have worked towards for a while. I am mostly self taught because I never had the opportunities to enhance my knowledge in any other way. The course has a hell of a lot of positives for me and I have sat down with the careers advisor and worked through all of this and my options. Long term goals and plans are being laid and with her help its slowly becoming a reality. I didn’t walk out of school and jump into a university degree I worked, I learnt along the way what fueled me career wise and the things that I got job satisfaction out of. Looking back my jobs have always been graphics orientated but I am still limited as to the types of jobs I can apply for as I don’t have the qualifications to match.

Without that single piece of paper it limits me as to the type of work I want to do. If I get in then the next three years are going to be something that is literally going to fuel me and the passion that has become a life long dream. Eventually I’d love to own my own graphic design company and it’s the type of work that will see me well into my retirement. There are so many options with graphic design and the fruits it can bring. So I am moving forward and still keeping open to other options along the way.

Hence there’s not been a lot of action on the blog this week as I’ve been preoccupied.

I have managed to spit out a couple of reviews for Eden Fantasys and one is up  … ‘Experience the Ecogasm’ … a freekin gorgeous double ended wooden dildo handcarved by this awesome guy Hans who owns Hardwood Dildos. He makes each dildo by hand and they are all unique and beautiful pieces of craftsmanship. What’s even more awesome is he is is careful to minimize his impact on natural resources by only making the dildos out of wood gifted to him by friends or offcuts from various other projects. This itself is quite a unique approach and something I think is bloody awesome!

The other review is a glass probe … and oh my gawd … I luffs it! I will let you know when the review is up.

Drew, who I work with via Eden Fantasys, flicked me an email this morning letting me know they have another manufacturer’s interview up so of course I went and nosied.

The latest one is with Susan Colvin who started Cal Exotics fifteen years ago, in 1994; It’s a huge company and they have a wide range of really fun products. I am in love and badly want one of their inked vibes, I am a sucker for arty farty things and they have very cool tattoo art all over them lol. Now I am a fan of this company because one of my first toys I bought was the Impulse Jack Rabbit. Check the video out to see why I love this so much …

The first time I used it I had an orgasm in two minutes flat. It became my best friend for a good four years and I used it a hell of alot. One of the only toys I had that always got me off and gave me wonderful clitoral and vaginal orgasms. I sadly broke it … snapped the shaft in two but hell four years of grinding myself on it .. well I’m not complaining it was well worth the money. I am tempted to go and get myself another just because it’s one of my favourite toys. It rotates, it buzzes fantastically and it has rotating beads, the sensations are divine and I have not come across a toy that boasts this many sensations all at once like this since.

So anyways I went and read the interview and it’s so damn awesome to read such an interesting interview. The questions are varied and Susan has answered them all extensively. A little insight into a company and understanding what’s involved in the process of designing, marketing and conversing with customers is something unique and refreshing to read with EF. I am really enjoying the participation offered here. So if you are at all slightly curious as to how and what the founder of a sex toy company does and all about the toys then go be nosey. I dare you.

Eden Fantasys isn’t just a sex toy site it’s a growing community of reviewers and members and of late the manufacturer’s have joined up and are answering all sorts of questions about their companies and toys. It’s quite a cool thing to be able to sit down and find out how these companies work and what’s involved in getting that wee sexual toy of wonder to your door.

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Sonnet 25

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlook’d for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes’ favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun’s eye,
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil’d,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil’d:
Then happy I, that love and am beloved
Where I may not remove nor be removed.

Lost in thought she gazed at the amber liquid sat in the glass. It always helped to dull her senses, to forget the agony of the hollow feeling that engulfed her. She looked up to notice him staring. Grinning she leaned forward and chucked another card on the pile.

“Blackjack”

He threw his cards down on the table and gave her a look that could kill.

“Get over it Damien. You know I can kick your ass at this game anyday. Pour me another will you.”

Just then the vibration of her phone took her attention. A text.

“Where are you. Ring me.”

The hollowness was about to be sated perhaps. At least for tonight.

~

“Hello”, the voice sounded slightly strained.

“What’s up? I’m out at a mate’s place drinking and playing cards.”

“Are you going to be home soon? I might pop over and see you if that’s okay”

“Yea I’ll be home around midnight. Stay at the front the dogs are out. See you then.”

“Want me to bring anything?”

“No you and your dick will be fine.”

“Cheeky bitch, see you soon.”

~

Damien was sat there watching her. She could see he desperately wanted to say something pertaining to his disgust with her conversation but he didn’t. They had been friends for a few years now. She knew he liked her but he too was a closed book. She downed her whiskey and smiled.

“I’m offskies.”

Two brooding, cold brown eyes stared back at her, “Yeah you go run away and chase your demons. I’ll be fine here”

“Damien darling you do what you need to do, I get what I can when I want it. It works for me. Just leave it please. Anyone would think you’re fucking jealous the way you are reacting. Sheesh”

His body stiffened. “Maybe I am”

Zephyr looked at him slightly surprised. He’d never reacted like this before. He’d been around when she had fuck buddies. No this is silly she thought. She grabbed her things and stuffed them into her bag and got up to leave. Damienpushed his chair aside and moved forward before she could even register what he was doing. He pushed her against the wall, smothering her mouth with his before she could take a breath, his body pushing against hers. His hands holding hers against the wall, no escape. It overwhelmed her. Her senses spinning all she could do was melt into that kiss. Fuck me, why didn’t I kiss him ever before? She could feel his hard body pushing against hers and it took every piece of strength she had not to buckle at the knees.

He released his hold but didn’t move away, instead staring at her intently.

“Don’t go home. Stay here with me.”

“Let me go Damien. That was not fucking cool at all.”She pushed him off her and gathered her things which had dropped to the floor.

She wasn’t angry at him though, secretly pissed off at herself for letting her guard down. Secretly fucked off because what he didn’t know is that one fucking kiss had made her cunt twitch bad. Too many fucking whiskeys to think straight she mused. All she could think off was ripping his clothes off and touching flesh. She needed flesh, craved it. A willing body right here. But this was different, she wasn’t in control. This wasn’t one of those ones she could push aside afterwards and hold at arms length. He would get inside her head and heart and fuck with them. The curiosity was there, she didn’t deny that. Perhaps the hollowness she tried to sate would be vanquished with him. Just maybe it could be different.

She stiffened and pushed him away, head downcast she mumbled something about having to go and escaped out the door. She couldn’t bear to look up and see the hurt in his eyes. The door closed behind her, a sigh of relief and darkness, quiet. The house wasn’t far and the quietness of walking calmed her. Angry at herself for handling that the way she did cursed at herself. Startled she didn’t notice he’d followed her. Two arms grabbed her and spun her around.

“You ain’t fucking running away like you do every other time girl. I meant what I said. Stay with me. I know you better than any of those idiots. Let someone in for once in your life. I’ve had enough of you running away from me every time I get too close. Enough. ”

Arms surrounded her, one snaking up behind her back and grasping a head full of hair, wrenching her head upwards to stare back in those god forsaken eyes that bore through her. He clamped his lips on hers and hungrily kissed her again. This time her knees did buckle. They both dropped to the ground, fumbling at clothes desperate to gain access to each others skin. Groping at each other, drinking each other in. Time had vanished, all that mattered was feeding her hollowness, but this time it was something more. He was hollow too, he needed her as much as she did him.

Every touch set her skin on fire. He spent no time dawdling, with one rip her panties were off and his hand exploring her. Her body had betrayed her once again, the wetness evident to his ministrations. Teeth on skin, nails raking skin, a passion and lust that had been built up for years finally released. Hands exploring each other, between moans and gasps of pleasure.

They lost themselves in one another only to realise that they may just have found what could empty their hollow souls. Two pale bodies fucking on the front lawn of a house, the moon highlighting the flashes of white flesh exposed. Two hungry bodies feeding on one another.

~

A dog barked.

A figure stood restless, waiting by the front door of a house.

Waiting, the only light seen was a small screen on a phone.

He was going to have to sate his needs elsewhere.

She’d found something to fill herself with.

No longer hollow.

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Two years ago I was overweight, emotionally battered and recovering from a move back home to NZ after a horrid separation. I began to find myself through writing again, I met more lessons along the way and learned more about what I needed to become the person I wanted to be. Thanks to Curvaceous Dee she encouraged me to join in on this thing called HNT. At first I was very self conscious and wary of putting images of myself for others to see. My self confidence was shot to bits. Thanks to the wonderful encouragement and comments I have received over the past year it’s time to say thank you to all those people who have shared this wee journey with me.

It means more to me than you realise.

There are so many beautiful people who participate in weekly HNT’s if you are thinking about joining in  …  Do it.  Seriously. ( I like perving *snikker*)

It is an amazing wee group of people to share with. So today to celebrate one year’s worth of HNT’s here, I’m gonna share a bit more today.

xxx