I thrive on a lot of attention. Thankfully my man understands and delivers. Here is one of the many times I was hoping for a good fuck and got one.
We were on holiday without my date night clothes or make-up – just a red lipstick. All of our ropes, whips and sex toys were at home. Except for a green butt plug I always keep in my toiletry bag.
We did have one other thing on our side: imagination.
Knowing my place
Just when you think your sex life can’t get much better, it does, and you are left reeling at your good fortune in finding someone so in touch with everything you do…
Lipstick applied, I glance in the mirror. My skin has a sun-kissed, healthy glow so I choose white lacy knickers, matching bra and white shirt to complement my tan and head out to the kitchen. Smiling appreciatively at the sight of me, he serves dinner accompanied by a bottle of local sparkling wine. Delicious.
Afterwards, while chatting, he stares intently at me with his dark brown eyes. My heart immediately begins to race. Removing a rope fixture from the curtains he secures it around my neck with a cable tie (never travels anywhere without them). It feels tight now it’s in place and my breathing quickens in anticipation, but I know I can cope.
Leading me over to the sofa, he removes my shirt and pushes me to kneel. There’s a large wall-mirror hanging in front of us. Standing behind me he lowers the cups of my bra so the wire pushes my boobs higher. The effect is stimulating to us both. Then, as he pulls back on the rope around my neck, my tits are thrust even further forward. Before I have time to take in the sexy reflection, my knickers are yanked down and legs splayed apart. Fingers find my warm moist spot and intrude.
“Fucking slut, you’re as wet as can be,” growling in my ear.
He lifts his hand and firmly spanks my arse. Then his belt lands with repeated cracks on my bum and back. I scream, lowering my head into the rear of the sofa in pain. But I want more and inhale deeply as his cock enters me. I’m pummelled forward into the sofa cushions as he fucks me hard and fast for his own enjoyment.
Yanking me back by my hair he forces me onto my knees. His cock rests at the entrance to my mouth and I lick the tip. Our eyes lock and he taps the right side of my face with the palm of his hand. I know from experience this means he wants me to carry on, slowly and gently.
“Good bitch,” he sneers.
Taking it up a gear he secures my mouth firmly on his dick and vigorously propels forward. I begin to gag and splutter, he responds by smearing my cheeks with his saliva smothered cock.
I push my face into his stomach in an attempt to regain composure but am reminded of my place and ordered into the doggy position on the carpet. He’s behind me now, tongue between my legs, licking my clitoris and caressing the entrance to my cunt. Then he steers it into my anus. I moan out loud. This always gives me a small shock of pleasure because of its taboo nature.
He asks where I want him to put his cock next. The fucking was so good earlier I reply,
Grabbing the butt plug he slowly and deliberately presses it in my arse. Then pulling on to the tie around my neck, he enters my pussy, swiftly. My juices are flowing as he pushes in deep. Experiencing that bittersweet sensation when a man thrusts forward a little too far, I cry out, but he just shafts me more, spanking my arse cheek with each thrust.
“Fucked in both holes, you dirty whore,” he goads.
The feeling of fullness from wearing a butt plug increases the intensity of the fucking and I teeter on the verge of a climax. But adrenaline is pumping through my veins. At times like this sometimes it’s impossible to find a release.
He falls back on to the sofa and pulls me to him, pushing my head onto his cock. I massage it with my lips and tongue, as he sits back into the sofa cushions and relaxes. Very calmly he spurts into my mouth and down my chin, exhaling slowing.
Pulling me up to face him he kisses me passionately and tells me how much he loves me.
“Thank you for letting me have control of your incredible body.”
I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes knowing I am just where I need to be.
Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas!
It is that time of the year again and hopefully you have made a Christmas list and sent it off to Santa but just in case you are planning on buying something fabulously sexy for someone this Christmas we wanted to remind you of our Christmas delivery dates because we don’t want anyone to get up on Christmas morning and not be gifted their fabulous Godemiche toy because the postman didn’t bring it in time
Below are our final order dates depending on where you are in the world if you want to be sure that your package gets to you in time for the festive season.
5th December – Australia, China
10th December – USA, France, Italy, Canada
13th December UK, Germany, Poland, Ireland, Spain
We love colour; Fabulous, attention grabbing, wonderful colour is what we do.
If you think about it colour is very personal, some you like, others you do not and some you absolutely love. We all have our favourites though whether that be the clothes we wear, the colour we paint our homes or the sex toys we buy. Colour can be way of expressing yourself, feelings, tastes, fashion and at Godemiche we have always wanted to give people the biggest, brightest and most creative pot of colours to be choose from.
Every now and then we have an idea that makes us go wow, OMFG this would be amazing! How do we do it? We have to do it! Lets do it! Yes that is a real life Adam conversation.
From a single idea we started experimenting with different colours, pouring them to see if we could replicate the well known camouflage patterns in our silicone dildos. The answer as you will see is yes and from that one single idea these two new fabulous colour collections were born.
The MK Collection
The MK collection is inspired by the traditional military camouflage colours. These distinctive and well known colours blend to form irregular shapes, patterns that are instantly recognizable. There are 5 different colour mixes in this collection.
MK1 DPM – Inspired by one of the oldest and most well-known camouflage colourings it is the traditional mixture of browns and woodland green.
MK2 Woodlands – Inspired by the AOR-2 colours developed by the US Navy the the MK2 Woodlands is a mixture of greens and cream.
MK3 Urban – Inspired by Urban camouflage and its many different iterations, for the MK3 Urban we went with different shades of grey and black.
MK4 Snow – Inspired by the clean and crisp look of the snow camouflage. The MK4 Snow is shades of white through to black.
MK5 Desert – Inspired by the AOR-1 the MK5 desert colour way is packed with different shaded of brown, form a dark coffee to a creamy caramel.
The Colourflage Collection
Colourflage is the like that graffiti covered urban street that is full of character, oozing rebellious vibes.
Love the camouflage patterns but not so keen on the standard colours associated with it? Then this range has been designed just for you as it takes the irregular shapes and unique patterns that is distinctive to camouflage and blends them in your favourite colours. Four shades of each colour to be precise from light to dark, all hand mixed and poured ensuring that each one will be it’s own unique creation
It’s still that amazing camouflage pattern just more colourful and funky!
The Colourflage range comes in a choice of 7 different colours: Red, Pink, Blue, Purple, Yellow, Green, Orange.
We are super proud of this new collection and can’t wait to find out what you all think about it. We would be fibbing if we said we didn’t have out favourites but what we are really interested in is finding out which ones are your favourites?
To celebrate the launch of our two new colour ranges, MK and Colourflage, we are having a massive 24 hour Twitter giveaway and every single one of you is invited. There is a huge pile of prizes to be won over the giveaway period and all you have to do is follow and Retweet using the various hashtags that will change as the giveaway progresses to be in with a chance of winning one of the many voucher codes or one of the toys from our sexy new range.
So how is this going to work?
When each new follower count milestone is reached we will draw the prizes who have entered in that first section and then we will move onto the next section. The more followers the more prizes that get unlocked and you can enter as many times as you like throughout all the different stages.
Over the 24 hour giveaway there is a maximum of 50 £10 gift cards and 8 products to be given away over 5 stages. Each of the five stages are sectioned as new followers and when one has been reached the prize draw will begin with the winners being announced live.
So stage one, the hashtag will be #PinkColourflage and once we reach 250 new followers that will unlock the prizes for that level which are 5 x £10 gift cards and 1 Adam 8 inch Pink Colourflage, then we move straight into stage two and so on.
The five stages are:
Stage one 0 to 250 new followers #Pinkcolourflage – 5 x £10 gift cards, 1 Adam 8inch Pink Colour Colourflage
Stage two 251 to 500 new followers #Purplecolourflage – 5 x £10 gift cards, 1 Adam 8inch Purple Colourflage.
Stage three 501 to 750 new followers #MK1Collection – 10 x £10 gift cards, 1 Adam 8inch MK1
Stage four 751 to 1,000 new followers #MK5Collection – 15 x £10 gift cards, 1 Adam 8 MK5
Stage five 1,000+ new followers #RedColourflage #MK2Collection #BlueColourflage
#GreenColourflage – 15 x £10 gift cards, 4 Adam 8 inch MK2, Red Colourflage, Blue Colourflage, Green Colourflage
Once each stage has been reached a report will be created from that sections hashtag and an online number generator will be used to select winners from that list. All winners must follow @GSilicone and have retweeted a giveaway post. In each draw the products will be awarded first and then the gift-cards
The giveaway will start at 9pm UK time on Thursday 15th November and run until 9pm UK time on Friday 16th November 2018
Terms and Conditions
1. Competition will run from 9pm on Thursday 15th November and run until 9pm on Friday 16th November 2018 (UK time)
2. The competition is open world wide
3. Winner will be drawn at random from the list generated using the hastag for that given period of the giveaway.
4. The winner will be notified on Twitter and will have 1 week to claim their prize.
5. The competition is open to anyone as long as they follow and retweet the hashtag.
6. Entrance can enter all giveaways but a maximum of one gift card and one Adam 8inch can be won by any one person.
7. All winners will be announced on twitter. The winners will be required to contact Godemiche by direct message on twitter or by email (firstname.lastname@example.org) with further information such as delivery address etc.
8. All items will be posted free of charge anywhere in the world, its your responsibility to ensure your country does not consider adult toys as contraband. The items will be sent using standard post, should a winner like the items tracked & signed then a fee of £8 will be charged. This charge is to be paid before the item is sent.
9. The Gift cards are only good on that are not on sale.
10. The follower stages are subject to change during the giveaway as we monitor how numbers go so that we definitely get to give away some of the prizes
I’ve always struggled with belonging. It’s part of what makes me, me, I guess… a constant suspicion that something isn’t right about who I am, or what I’m doing, or even why things happen in my life. Yet a much larger part of me, frankly, doesn’t care how uncomfortable I am and acts in complete defiance of those thoughts.
Understanding womanhood has been no different for me. I am a woman, a beautiful, resilient, strong one, but finding my place in womanhood often comes with challenges, ergo my appearance, my attitude, my strength and career, and an often perilous unwillingness to give up in the pursuit of improvement and happiness.
In the real world, I’m a transgender active duty service member, so I must disclose to you, readers, that the opinions expressed in this article are my own and do not reflect the view of the Department of Defense or the United States government.
As a federal employee, the intent of the proposed transgender memorandum written by the Department of Health and Human Services effect me personally. Despite having changed my gender completely on every legal document discerning of who I am, I’ve become increasingly at risk of losing that identity by a crusade set on seeing me removed. First they came for my career and now they come to erase the possibility of my existence in the first place by removing ‘gender’ from the equation. It’s easier to get rid of something when you kill the roots and all of that.
So, perhaps the most inclusive form of womanhood that I’ve experienced so far has been the consistent attacks against it.
The first time I realized this was in a pretty big way, when my white, male doctor tried to warn me that by taking “women’s hormones”, specifically, as a “man taking women’s hormones”, I’d go crazy, yet, he vocalized that how supportive he was of me being transgender and of me transitioning. He couldn’t explain “how” I’d become more crazy, and finally found a way to vocalize his concern by saying “Well, you know how women are. You’ll be like that.”
It hit me like a slap to the face I guess. I wanted to ‘be like that’, I looked up to women and prayed about being just like them, in every possible way, for so long. His perception of women was that, as a normal, they were crazy. This was just a different way to say that ‘women are hysterical’ by someone who I thought ought know and care more, someone educated and privileged and, in that moment, directly and ideologically in charge of my wellbeing. He didn’t stay my doctor for long after this.
One of the more surreal experiences was the loss of friendships. Coming out wasn’t hard for me, I did it one day during roll call pretty early after the Air Force’s iteration of guidance for transgender service members, and for all intents and purposes, it was a positive experience for me. There was a very small scattering of disparaging comments from some of the more brazen civilian employees, but not a single one of my brothers and sisters made me feel unwelcome, with a bare minimum of inappropriate questions that were handled in a professional, calm manner… that is, until many months later when they felt emboldened.
Twitter has, a lot of the time, brought to me some of the best friendships and joy I’ve had in my only sort of young life. So it came with a lot of sadness when I saw a tweet by my oh so loving elected leader from this favourite social community of mine that I was suddenly and abruptly ‘not welcome, capable, or worth being’ in my career. I was pulled into an office that morning to asked, as all good First Sergeants do, if I was okay and if I could work or needed time off. I could work, but of course I wasn’t okay.
Not all of my once supportive coworkers remained supportive. “Well, of course he’d ban it. If you’re born with a dick you’re a man, why should the taxpayer be responsible for you to cut off your pecker?” was the very first comment I heard about it, said someone I never expected. More of this said differently with the same underlying meaning from increasingly empowered bigots followed and it wasn’t very clear to my supervision how to handle it, except from my section lead, who put an immediate stop to any and all comments once she overheard an argument from someone who supported me and someone who didn’t. She didn’t care how powerfully they felt about their opinions, I was to be treated with the same respect I had before and that was that, except that it wasn’t. What had been said was said and there wasn’t going to be take backs later, they weren’t disciplined and I was moved somewhere else where the animosity couldn’t be felt in the air.
These people have mostly been silenced in the greater public voice. Uniformed leadership understands that there isn’t room to treat me with disrespect and adversaries are denied a public forum to talk about me negatively to their begrudging dismay, but I’m constantly reminded that the threat looms just around the corner, or that it’s ‘only a matter of time’ for them to be given the freedom to be hateful.
I’m stronger than them, though. I will continue to outlast and stand in defiance of hatred by doing my job and performing at a level that isn’t easily matched by others. I mean, you know how women are, don’t you? If you don’t, this is how we are… we’re strong, capable, and we persist through an existence of continued hatred. Our bodies are constantly being debated by the court of public opinion and courts of law if they even belong to us, our minds are thought to be inferior and our opinions don’t really matter.
This battle, for me, continues here with the Department of Health and Human Services’ transgender memorandum. I am a tall, muscular woman. Taller than most men and certainly built stronger, yet, my body continues to confuse these people who hate me. I face increasing discrimination by the powerful and people temporarily in charge and the discomfort for myself and, certainly, others continues daily. I’m doing the things that need to be done by being the positive metric, but we still need help. Gender exists and cannot be stamped out overnight to further support an agenda that says womanhood is only about your vagina or chromosomes and being a man is all about having a cock. That it’s something that can be defined.
This isn’t just about our bodies. For me, it’s been about overcoming my adversaries and fighting for our rights. It’s been about being ignored, denied, ridiculed, shamed, and so many others. It’s been about living in fear that I won’t get to decide who or what I am, but, it’s also been about being understood by other women. Having my concerns shared and plights acknowledged. Transgender women are women, and transgender men are men.
Get out and vote. We can and will win this fight together.
The author of this piece declined to take the payment for writing this blog post and so we made a donation to a charity of their choice which was Transequality.org
I meant to share this image a while ago, but things got busy and I put my photography a little bit to the side.
It was taken back when we went on the holiday to Poland.
While the kids where sleeping we took the opportunity and left them with two grandmas to keep them safe, while we slipped out for a walk.
The night was warm and barely anybody around. There is a beautiful place in my town with a the tiniest chapel on top of the hill and a huge forest to walk.
Well this time we didn’t want to pray or either walk much further than here.
It was perfectly peaceful, just random cars passing by from time to time while I put my skirt up to show him what he can taste later…
Kiss the lips to find other entrie to Sunful Sunday
Let us take you OffBeat
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Yes that’s right we have developed our first ever toy for your penis and its called OffBeat.
Created from a love of wanking, OffBeat was designed to make using a sex toy more natural while keeping the enhanced sensations that your penis loves. We wanted to design something that was easy to use and clean, something that you could just throw in to a drawer or even a bag if you are off on your travels.
We wanted to make a toy that would fit in to any lifestyle that would give you personal pleasure when and where you needed it.
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So lets take a closer look at the key features of OffBeat
Natural, natural, natural; we wanted the feel to be as natural as possible. Whether you like to wank with two fingers or a whole hand we wanted it to feel as natural as possible against your skin and in your grip so the hourglass shape mimics the way your fingers fall together when masturbating.
Simple things are often the most effective and in this case the most pleasurable. We are really proud of the raised nubbed texture we have designed, and how it stimulates the shaft and head of the penis. Also the super soft silicone combined with the nubs gives a natural flesh-like feel to the user that we are confident will deliver you with a really fantastic experience.
Our two sizes are because we know people like to masturbate differently. If you like lots of head stimulation, short strokes with twist and turns then the Venti is for you.
If you’re more of a deep long strokes with head stimulation but also like a firm feeling around your shaft, then the Grande is for you.
The only difference between the two sizes is length, the hole is the same size on both.
Fits in to your life
We have created OffBeat to be a thin, streamlined, non-intrusive toy that could fit in to your pocket and is as simple to clean as washing your hands. We’ve designed a toy that we believe both looks and feels good.
We are delighted to host another piece of deliciously sexy erotica on our blog. This time we are welcoming Quinn Rhodes to our site with her story of summer holidays and swapped suitcases.
Not every summer holiday features golden sands and turquoise seas.
Sometimes it’s about booking a last-minute flight north, and a brand-new suitcase full of books and sex toys. I needed to get away for a bit, and the peace and quiet of the barren islands appealed. It didn’t hurt that it was cheap, either.
Most, though, don’t involve you grabbing the wrong bag at the airport.
The plane that had flown us there was tiny, as was the airport we arrived in. On reaching my hotel room, I found that the red suitcase I’d taken was older than mine: battered, worn from travelling. It’s not that which alerted me that it wasn’t my bag, though. It was the fact that when I opened it and reached for my Doxy – which should be on top, wrapped in a t-shirt and ready for me to christen my home for the next few days with an orgasm – it isn’t there.
They usually include changes of plans…
Plans to spend the week in my hotel room, getting over my break up with frequent masturbation and science fiction novels quickly vanish. While I can get off with my fingers, there’s not the same variety as fucking myself with different toys. Thus, I end up venturing out into the small town. Standing stones, buried settlements… I’m glad my camera was in my hand luggage. It’s been a while since I’ve tried my hand at non-erotic photography, but the beautiful landscape quickly helps me regain my skill.
… but they don’t often feature detective work.
I can’t help looking through the other suit case I’ve ended up with, just once or twice. I tell myself I’m looking for clues, in the hope I can spot whoever has taken my bag in the cobbled streets. The denim jacket covered in pin badges is helpful in that respect. A ‘Queer As In Fuck You’ badge, a Hufflepuff patch, a badge declaring that it’s wearer uses them/they pronouns, and a non-binary flag pin. These make me like them, as do the non-toxic, body safe toys in the case. There are sketch books as well – I flick through them quickly, wishing I could justify examining the drawings more closely.
They probably shouldn’t involve wanks with sex toys that aren’t yours.
I don’t mean to use the toys; exploring keeps me busy, and photography gives me something to focus on. But neither satisfies my desires, and after two orgasms and an evening of audio porn my fingers aren’t enough to push me over the edge a third time. I borrow the ultra-violet pink and silver-grey Adam dildo, slip a condom over it, and give myself a generous squeeze of lube. I fuck myself hard and fast with the toy, and come with a drawn-out groan, picturing that they were watching me squeeze my cunt around their dildo.
Very few people end up meeting a real-life cute-as-fuck genderqueer Teddy Lupin on holiday –
I call the airline, who inform me they’ll get in touch when they track down my luggage. When they contact me the next day, and I carefully repack the suitcase and lug it to the airport, I know instantly who I’m meant to be meeting. They’re wearing dungaree-shorts and stripy tights and have a pencil stuck behind their ear. They have short, tousled, green-blue hair – which they later describe to me as Teddy Lupin turquoise – and a clusterfuck of freckles. The biggest clue, of course, is that they have a red suitcase at their feet.
– and even fewer end up making out with them two hours later.
When you know there are sex toys in the cases you’re exchanging, it is easier, somehow, to get over any awkwardness. A few minutes of conversation, complete with punning and complimenting each other’s taste in sex toys, leaves me feeling warm and I ask them if they want to grab coffee with me. We continue talking, swapping stories and teasing each other. Soon they’re grinning and making me blush as they tell me sternly to put my purse away and insist on paying. They ask me questions and I end up sharing kinks and fantasies that make me squirm in embarrassment. And before I know it, they are pressing me against the brick wall of the alley beside the coffee shop and sucking a hickey into my neck.
Summer holidays frequently include fucking, sometimes even of the kinky kind.
They insisted on dinner that night, though I’d have happily turned the alley-way make-out into more straight away. They make me scarlet with gleeful shame and dripping wet with the words they whisper to me. We negotiate and flirt and laugh and work out what we’d like to do together. Humiliation and orgasm control are not topics that I feel comfortable about in such a busy place, but the gleam in their eyes tells me how much my stumbling confessions are turning them on. They pour filth into my ear while holding my hand as we walk back to their hotel, and the door has barely shut before they’re ordering me to strip.
However, I’m pretty sure getting pissed on by someone you’ve known less than 48-hours is slightly more unique.
I’m not sure that sleep happened that night. They fuck me with their strap-on, telling me I cannot come. They tie my hands behind my back and make me watch while they fuck themselves with their Godemiche dildo I’d used the other day, then make me use my mouth to clean it. When I lick my lips to taste all of them, they decide that I should use my mouth to make them come. Later they sit on my back, pressing my face into the pillows and jamming a powerful vibrator against my clit so I come – not once, but three times, until my body is shaking uncontrollably.
It takes a brilliant perv to bring a bicycle ride with a butt plug into your holiday.
They persuade me to come with them to visit the tiny chapel built in the 1940s. Partly because I want to spend more time with this funny, clever artist who fucks me so well, and partly because they tempt me with the idea that I could take some naked photos of them, I agree to hire bikes for the adventure. And agree to wear a butt plug while we ride down. I feel the plug push deeper inside me every time I cycle over a dip or bump on the single road and blush every time they grin knowingly at me. They examine my cunt when they remove the plug before our naked photography session, and tease me for being so wet.
Maybe no other summer holiday will ever end with your panties in your new fuck buddy’s suitcase, not to be reclaimed until you meet them in a few days, when they’ve promised to stuff them into your mouth and lead you back to their flat gagged with your own underwear.
I can’t wait.
I love having a cunt.
I deeply, sincerely do. I love its versatility, having a G-spot and an A-spot and a clitoris to experiment with and flit between, like having different handbags for different occasions. I love the way it looks, shaved and silky smooth or shrouded in dark, curly hair, encased neatly in lacy knickers or spread open in front of a mirror. I love its resilience, its elasticity and the strength with which I can clench it. And, of course, I love being able to clench it around fingers, penises and toys, and experiencing a whole buffet of different sensations.
It just so happens that I also love playing at having a cock.
I’m non-binary, and my gender identity and gender expression both fluctuate wildly. They exist outside of a linear scale from “masculine” to “feminine”: for example, sometimes I’ll dress in a tank top and shorts from the ‘Men’s’ section of a clothing shop, but with a full face of makeup to set it off. This fluidity means, among other things, that I don’t necessarily want to permanently change my body by transitioning in the ways a binary trans person might, and that I have no problem with keeping the cunt that I love.
It also means that I find it affirming and arousing to play with dildos.
The most obvious example: on a masculine-of-centre day, strapping on a dildo that’s a similar tone to my own skin and gazing down at it makes me feel a whole lot more at ease in my body. Watching someone sucking on said dildo, while their movements grind its base against my real-life clitoris, is almost unbearably hot. Getting to fuck someone with a strapped-on dildo – making them moan and gasp and clutch at the bed-sheets – fills me with a sense of power and strength that feels, in that particular setting, intensely masculine and intensely sexy. Add in a toy in my cunt, moving with each thrust (and strapless strap-ons are fantastic for this), and I can imagine it’s a real-life cock I’m fucking somebody with, until I come and collapse on top of them, shuddering with pleasure.
Playing with toy cocks isn’t always as straightforwardly masculine as that, though. A lot of the toys I own are less phallic and more abstract, and are typically pink or purple or ornate glass – traditionally “pretty” and, by extension, traditionally “feminine” – but that’s no bad thing. When I’m feeling more feminine, toys that are ornate and pretty can feel like a luxury to masturbate with, and can even aid age-play style fantasies wherein I’m all girlish and helpless. Similarly, if I’m feeling feminine and having sex with a girl, I can fuck her with a pretty toy in a harness (which is great for added closeness and sometimes for more forceful thrusting), or in my hand (for added dexterity and precision, and for focusing all my attention on her). Pretty, “feminine” and abstract toys can add to the joy of lesbian sex: they come in a broader range of shapes, producing a broader range of sensations, than imitation penises do, and they contribute to the unique joy of having sex with somebody whose gender is close to or the same as yours, rejoicing quietly in your shared femininity.
I have also used pretty, “girlish” toys on masculine days. Sometimes, I’ve used them simply because I’ve wanted a quick and strong orgasm, and I’ve ignored their appearance for the sake of enjoying the particular spots they might be able to hit (or, on occasion, built their appearance into a fantasy about having stolen the toy from a cute girl’s bedside drawer and needing to wank and put it back before she finds out). Other times, I’ve used them in humiliation scenes with a trusted Dominant, either inside my cunt or strapped on, to toy with the vulnerability I feel when I’m having sex in a more masculine head-space. Humiliation and condescension turn me on like little else, so having my cunt played with (and, often, my nipples tortured) while my Dominant mutters things into my ear about me “coming all over this pretty little pink dildo” will reduce me to a puddle in no time at all. Naturally, scenes which involve gender-related stuff can be more or less vulnerable and “edgy” for different people, depending on their own experiences of gender – but I’m fairly comfortable in my own fluidity, and very secure in the knowledge that my Dominant understands and respects my non-binary identity. And, if it ever gets a bit too close to the bone, I can always use my safeword and revert to a much more gender-neutral toy, like a black wand vibrator.
And therein lies the joy of dildos and vibes: there are literally hundreds of them out there, in different shapes, sizes, colours and materials. You can build them into fantasies and into sexual encounters however you like, meaning that there exists, in theory, an infinite number of ways to have sex involving a toy (or toys!), on your own or with a partner (or partners!) and alongside whatever kinks you practice. If you’re imaginative, or just plain slutty, you can make any toy suit any kind of gender expression, and you can have some excellent sex no matter what your gender identity may be.
It’s been a crazy few weeks; Kids off school, a huge wave of orders to make and the heat is definitely causing not one but a few headaches for us as it slows down the making process. However it is now time to take a well deserve family break for our small team and spend some time just relaxing and having fun. It sounds almost impossible with that amount of work we have at the minute but we hope you’ll understand and be patient to wait a little bit longer for your parcels.
Our holiday break starts on the 18th August – 1st September during this time we won’t be replying to any emails and messages, we would like to just switch off and recharge our batteries to bring new ideas for the rest of the year. So here are the things you need to know.
Our email will be set to an auto-reply response.
Any orders placed between 16th August and 1st September will be made and dispatched after this period. All order placed before the 16th will be sent out before we go away. However while we are away there will be no one in the office and so there will be a delay on any new orders until the first week in September
If you want to ask a question or have something urgent you need then you can contact us on Twitter @GSilicone and our lovely social media curator Molly will help you .
Thank you for all your support and understanding.
Now we’re off to pack our bags.
Wishing you all a lovely rest of the summer.
Adam & Monika