Fantastic friends already, we slunk about the party mingling but really just following each other's traces, the air already thickening with alcohol and lust. An academic year of wanting felt like it was leading up to this moment. Upstairs we cornered each other in a spare bedroom laughing with a handful of fellow inebriates. 'Are you a couple?' asked the anonymous party-goer slumped in a corner. No, we replied, shooting a sheepish, almost guilty 'but-we-should-be' look straight into the other's eyes. 'Well then,' the girl in the corner slurred, 'you're going to fuck tonight.' 'Yes,' I said, 'yes, we probably will.' I smiled, took her by the waist, and we walked downstairs.

Outside the dying party we walked slowly with our arms around each other through suburbia, alcohol and affection warming our bodies and the 4am stillness enhanced by the soft sodium glow of the streetlights, a beautiful summer night.

In my room I felt transformed. Gone was the smooth, confident Jake. Instead, there was the fourteen year old me. I was whisked away to how I felt about my first love. I stumbled over words, I grinned inanely, overcome with happiness. I grabbed her for spontaneous bouts of hugging, I covered her body in kisses, and though we did have sex that night, we certainly didn't fuck. Our bodies moved in a haze of vodka and coke, but it was a beautiful symphony of bodies perfectly meshed and in synchronicity. We laughed about how it had taken us since September for this to happen. I marvelled at her adorable smile, her girly voice, and her perfectly formed little body and she just smiled and kissed me, her tiny lips finally meeting mine.

I saw her the next day, and the next, and the next. I'm smitten.

A staple of the male section of Lelo's upmarket range of sex toys, Lelo Bob is a beautiful silicone 'gentleman's pleasure object'. Shaped like an elongated teardrop in either 'Bordeaux' wine-red or a deep blue, BOB is immediately noticeable as a buttplug of the highest calibre.

While it offers similar sensations Lelo Bob lacks any of the medical or technical look that other prostate stimulators such as the Nexus range sport, instead it's got a simple but perfectly formed shape, free of any seams and moulded in smooth but firm silicone, the ultimate material for the ass or indeed most other sex toys.

BOB is a relatively small size, which combined with the appealing shape would make him a good toy for someone new but enthusiastic about exploring the whole range of new sensations that anal play can bring to the table (or shower, or bed...). BOB is so easy to insert, he literally glides inside with almost no effort at all. A covering of lube on you and BOB means that once the tip has been gently inserted the rest of the toy just glides in, BOB is literally sucked into your body - and don't let the size fool you - when BOB is in the feeling is instantly noticeable.

I'm writing this fully clothed, but I have BOB under my jeans, stealthily nestled inside me. Even sitting down is comfortable as the 'O' ring of silicone at the bottom of the toy readily collapses on itself, unlike more rigid toys with more traditional flared ends that can be uncomfortable to have inside you while sat down.

With BOB inside me I immediately feel closer to orgasm, and am tempted to masturbate frenziedly for the inevitably enhanced orgasm. While I'm afraid I don't have any explosive tales of multiple mind-blowing prostate induced orgasms (I imagine that is something that requires a lot of patience and personal anatomical knowledge, much as eliciting g-spot style orgasms does) BOB is still a great anal toy.

What BOB is fantastic for is amplifying existing pleasure. With the toy in, every sensation feels intensified. To be fair, the same thing happens with a lot of anal toys, or even a finger, such is the nature of anal/prostate play - but BOB does a fantastic job. The smooth, pliable silicone not only feels incredibly well designed in your hand, but feels incredible inside you. The ergonomic design and the smooth texture and heat retaining nature of silicone all result in BOB feeling 'just right' inside you. While he's noticeable he is never uncomfortable, just sitting there giving your body a little extra something to flex around.

Orgasm and sexual arousal is a tricky beast to fully understand, and it's not something that I could claim to know much about from a scientific view, but I do know that a fair amount of muscle contractions are involved. Now with BOB inside you, each one of those contractions, from the occasional routine one when you hand first strokes your cock, to the intense ones in the build up to orgasm, are incredibly noticeable, you can literally feel them (or what feels like them) contracting around BOB. With the amplified pleasure, I found that orgasm came quicker - and when it did - wow. This is where you get all the benefit of BOB. Orgasms felt more intense, causing my body to almost double up, and copious amounts of come to be produced. I can only imagine how fantastic the resulting orgasm from sex or oral sex with this in would feel - hopefully one day I'll have a partner open-minded enough to try this out. As well as feeling 'stronger', my orgasm felt longer lasting, with numerous noticeable waves of pleasure before, during and after ejaculation. Anal play is an avenue well worth exploring for any man or woman, and if your interest is already piqued then BOB would be a fantastic partner in starting to explore more of your body. I heartily recommend it and can see it becoming a regular piece of my sexual arsenal!

Thanks to John at vibrator.com for sorting me out with BOB to review, and also for the huge bright pink VIBRATOR.COM stickers, not sure what my handful of male housemates would think of those!

I finally managed to get hold of Private Schooler and the good news is that she's split up with the very unsatisfying boyfriend. The bad news, is she's now got a new, shiny and improved one who is an order of magnitude better in bed (although apparently compared to the previous one, that isn't a status too hard to achieve). Bollocks! That's one source of potential summer holiday naughtiness down, and it's such a shame as her voice sounds so utterly sexy on the phone.

Oh well, back to perving over her Facebook profile pictures then!

 


 

I saw this picture via the things that excite me, and it instantly sparked off some nostalgia. Admittedly, my formative years were not spent frolicking in fields with girls possessing quite such Swedish model looks*, but that combination of long grasses and late afternoon sunlight on bare skin really, really reminds me of getting up to no good outside.

All of my first sexual experiences, in particular with my first girlfriend and the girl I lost my virginity to, were outside, sneaking away from parents. My first kiss was a nervous but ultimately ecstatic affair halfway down a verdant path, I first undid a bra and saw bare breasts amongst the hazel and bracken of a nearby wood, and the first time a hand other than my own stroked my cock I was laid on a bed of ivy, which would later be torn up as we struggled to recover a lost ring that had been removed pre-handjob and fallen down into the dense mat of creeper.

I think the notion of outdoors sex appeals to me not just because it's innately hot, but also because it reminds me of doing things for the first time, before I became more used to empty uni houses, unfettered access to alcohol and a glut of potential uni. partners. It brings back memories of a (only slightly!) more innocent time.

So here's to Summer 09, where I plan to revisit some of my old outdoors haunts...


*that said, I think that Rose's (the sender of this text's) breasts would look a lot like those in this picture if she happened to be lying on her back naked in front of me... Now, there's a thought...

"Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy."
Exodus 20:8

This Sunday I:

1. Left half a pizza from my favourite restaurant uneaten on my plate because I was hungry for something else.
2. Sipped a cocktail while sitting in an alcove of a bar while K danced in front of me, her already short frayed denim skirt riding even higher up her long, slim caramel coloured legs.
3. Had a hand drag up the inside of my leg and over my jeans-clad cock too many times to count.
4. Discovered the erogenous potential of my ear, around and inside. Bizarrely arousing.
   
5. Watched K subtly play with herself in the bar though a tiny lacy thong, the fabric barely covering her shaved lips.
6. Got my own back for all the teasing by finding that by arranging my arm so it looked like it was only around K's waist/on her ass I could actually slide the entirety of my index finger inside her.
7. Decided I couldn't take it much longer and made a hasty retreat to a taxi, in which I rubbed K's clit until she could barely keep quiet.
8. Spilled into my house and into my room, received lapdance from lingerie toting K.
9. Mercilessly teased her with my tongue and lips.
10. Noticed that when you're going down on someone and they clamp their thighs and trap your head between your legs it sounds a little bit like that muffled sound you get when you're underwater...
11. Hung on for dear life as K came (or came close to) and her hips because pneumatic, my head riding up and down to maintain clit-to-tongue contact.
12. Used up a handful of these.
13. Came far quicker than usual - years of foreplay will do that to you.
14. Had interracial sex for the first time, woop woop!
    
15. Felt slightly disappointed when I heard my housemate coming home after the loudest sex I've had for a long long time. I like to show off...
    
16. Received numerous repeats of K's signature handjob-through-the-legs move.
17. Was mercilessly teased back with a tongue and lipgloss that tingled when we kissed.
18. Fucked K from behind while she played with her clit. Numerous times.
19. Watched absolute mastery of the handjob take place.
    
20. Used a vibrating bullet on a partner for the first time, with explosive results. Promised to buy K one as she was so impressed.
21. Got far too little sleep.
    

She pushed me back against the opposite wall and dropped to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth and teasing me before coming back up and doing something that I had never experienced before (or since) but instantly fell in love with.

With me pressed against the wall she turned to face away from me, took my cock and then pressed herself back up against me, stroking my cock between her legs. With her incredibly toned ass pressing against the V shaped muscle just above my cock, and her hands stroking me a mere inch or two from her pussy I leant back and tried to stifle my moaning.

Read this older post, then get excited because K is coming to see me tomorrow.

ps. this is my 100th post :)

Ah summer. 3 and a bit months of no lectures, little work, cold beer and cocktails outside, garden parties, seeing my oldest friends, admiring scantily clad girls, al fresco loving and the prospect of naughtiness. You've got to love it.

This 2008-2009 academic year has been the Best. Time. Ever.

My first year of uni (the academic year before this one) was abysmal, I'd made an awful choice of initial subject/degree programme and was pretty much miserable the whole year. I made a few good friends, but mostly just pined for my old ones and the familiarity of life back at home. That year life lacked anything particularly exciting, and although I readily got involved with the constant drinking, partying and tasting the occasional morsel of casual sex I didn't really feel part of it. If I hadn't been able to switch degrees and start afresh this academic year I would have dropped out and re-applied to a different university a year or two later.

This year though, has been utterly fantastic. I've been completely bogged down with the mind-boggling complexity of my new subject compared to my old, and I've thrown myself into activities outside of lectures. I've made countless new friends and had some amazing times. The phrase 'nights I'll never remember with friends I'll never forget' is awfully clichéd, but apt. I've had wholly satisfying casual sex, and come September and the next academic year I might even finally break my streak of singledom for the gorgeous girl that I'm kind-of-seeing-but-still-technically-single with right now (she lives wayyyyy too far away for us to be together over summer, but her charm is completely disarming - I'm infatuated).

Depression at uni, or at the very least just not having the amazing time that university is meant to be, is a lot more common than most people realise. The move from a comfort zone and network of supportive friends and family to an alien and often very artifical environment is disorientating and worries can snowball out of control if you don't get on top of them. The thing is though, that every situation can be righted - we just have to be proactive. If there is anything that worries you at university, then do something about it. Talk to someone about it, either a friend, parent or even one of the parts of the support network that most institutions offer. But most of all, take action. Our time at university/college is going to short, and it would be criminal not to make the most of it and the unparalleled opportunities that it offers.

My sentiment above is one echoed by Robert Herrick in his 1648 poem, Corrina's Going A-Maying. I know little about Herrick, but this poem is the only one that has ever had a profound emotional effect on me (probably another sign why it's a good thing that I'm no longer studying English...). It's the final stanza that I adore, and that has been set as my laptop's desktop for well over a year now. Reading this poem in a literary analysis tutorial a few months before this time last year helped cement my view that life's too short to be okay with not being okay - and if something is bothering you it needs to be tackled head on. We're only going to be young and good looking for so long guys, so let's make the most of it.

...
Come, let us go, while we are in our prime,
And take the harmless folly of the time!
We shall grow old apace, and die
Before we know our liberty.
Our life is short, and our days run
As fast away as does the sun.
And, as a vapour or a drop of rain,
Once lost, can ne’er be found again,
So when or you or I are made
A fable, song, or fleeting shade,
All love, all liking, all delight
Lies drowned with us in endless night.
Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying,
Come, my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying.

Corinna’s Maying, Robert Herrick