Yohimbe:

Yohimbe comes from the bark of a tropical African tree (Corynanthe johimbe), and is typically ground into a powder and ingested in capsule form.

It supposedly works fairly well as an aphrodisiac, mostly due to it’s causing a slight tingling sensation in the genitals.

Now, the chemical in yohimbe bark that really packs the punch is called Yohimbine. There is relatively little pure Yohimbine in ground up Yohimbe bark (less than 10%, in fact, and even that amount varies depending on how it was preserved) but it is the chemical we are interested in.

Why?

Because Yohimbine apparently increases blood flow to the genital area, both relaxing and widening the blood vessels to enhance circulation. Coupled with the light tingling sensation, it is a gentle boost to natural stimulation.

Yohimbine also works as a mild nervous system stimulant and enhances your breathing capability, so it allows you to have sex longer without as much body and muscle fatigue.

Now for the downside:

It may block certain neurotransmitters, making this a bad choice for manic-depressives or people on mood stabilizers. (Unfortunately, this includes me. I only took the capsules for a few days, and didn’t notice a difference, but still….)

Also, it may help relax the uterus, which is bad if you’re pregnant (possible miscarriages, and such) But good for female orgasms.

I tried it for a couple of days, as did one of my male volunteers. The consensus was that it helped speed up foreplay and sexual readiness, but wasn’t a substitute for it. You can walk around feeling a tiny bit warm and tingly (more so for my male volunteer than for me) but it’s not a “take me! take me now, you love machine!” in pill form.

A few days ago, I started thinking about all the silly things people have eaten, in the hopes that there is some truth to this whole “aphrodisiac” thing.

Since nearly the dawn of time, people have wolfed down anything and everything on this big, spinney planet, in the hopes of leading that special someone into uncontrollable circus-style sexual abandon.

Now, there has always been a raging debate as to whether many supposed aphrodisiacs even work. Many things are lumped into that sexy category simply because of a vaguely phallic or vaginal shape, in the hopes that semi-subtle erotic suggestion will stoke the fires. Frankly, I think the fact that we see MUCH more suggestive things on billboards, magazines, television, or the internet, has pretty much killed the novelty of deep-throating some asparagus.

So I’m going to focus on things that actually have a chance of doing something physical to your libido.

After all, we know Viagra and Cialis work because they actually cause a re-direction of blood flow. Isn’t it possible that some natural herbs or food combinations could create a subtle physical change as well?

Over the next few days, my daring assistants and I intend to find out that answer.

Hello boys and girls!

Today’s review is brought to you by the letter “K”, and In keeping with my promise I will be reviewing another kama Sutra product.

As a few of you may remember from a previous post, I’ve not had much luck with massage oils.
Granted, this was mostly due to my own clumsiness and oil-slicked hands, but still it left me a bit shell shocked when it came to traditional oils.

A couple of weeks ago, a freakish accident sent me on an epic search for massage oil that wouldn’t leap from my slippery hands and destroy the curtains, the bedspread, the rug, and whatever books I had scattered around the nightstand. There may have been ropes and fire involved as well. That incident shall forever be known to me and my assistants as “the dark time” and shall only be spoken of in hushed voices and downcast eyes..

Anyway, I wasn’t having much luck until I decided to try out a good vibrations massage bar, and was convinced I had found my savior.

I forswore any and all involvement with liquid massage oils, and shunned them as a cursed thing.

Kama Sutra may have restored my faith.

You see, I was given a small vial of Kama Sutra brand “sweet almond massage oil”, and it had all the properties I was looking for.

• It comes with an easily-capped-with-a-single-flick-of-a-finger top. No more fumbling with oily hands while trying to screw the top back on a slippery bottle. (Trust me, that is how tragedies happen.)
• You can control the amount you dispense easily. A few drops or a healthy stream of oil, you don’t have to worry about over-tipping the bottle and creating a mini lagoon in the small of your lover’s back. It’s as convenient as a squeeze bottle, but sexier.
• It is good for your skin. Made with vitamin E and essential oils, it leaves you with a light, non-greasy feeling. (Of course, you’ll still want to shower afterwards. But you won’t feel like a surfboard that just got waxed.)

I love the scent of the one I have (sweet almond. It smells downright breathtaking.) And I can’t wait to try the other varieties.

Halleluiah!

Is it wrong that one of the best sex accoutrements I’ve ever gotten is from the children’s section of Ikea?

Perhaps, but I like to think all’s fair in love and war.

The particular device I’m referring to is called “Ekorre hand rings”
And is a pair of long sturdy ropes ending in perfectly curved wooden handles.
It is sturdily constructed, and can support an obscene amount of pressure or dead weight.
Apparently, this is to help your child become an Olympic athlete, or train them to be a super hero with enough upper body strength to rival Tarzan.

However, my first thought upon seeing them was “dear god! They look like stirrups, and you can bolt them into the wall! for the love of all things good and just, THEY MUST BE MINE!!!!”

Now, I had picked out my bed with two things in mind.

• It must be made of solid wood and not make any squeaking or thumping noises, no matter the kind of crazy-voodoo-monkey-sex you forced upon it.
• It must have strong posts and sections at the head and foot so you could tie scarves or attach handcuffs without risk of breaking the bed.

Due to my incredibly sexy foresight, I now have a bed with stirrups that can be easily hidden away when I invite a cloister of nuns over for tea and crumpets.

I cannot stress enough just how awesome these things are.

They are comfortably fitted to the arch of your foot, and can be tied to the headboard, screwed into the wall, or hung from the ceiling with equal ease.
The sturdy-yet-flexible rope allows you to comfortably maneuver your legs into positions that are impractical, uncomfortable, or otherwise impossible without 10 years of gymnastics training.

In the T.B.S (time before stirrups) I’ve tried to do some of the more complicated positions in the Kama Sutra, and either failed completely or got cramps that took all the fun out of experimentation. This takes the pressure off and allows for better balance, and is compatible with most any position you can think of.

Go out and get some.

Seriously.

You can get a pair at Ikea for under ten dollars, and it’s worth it at least ten times the price.

Ah, honey dust.
This was actually my first experience with Kama Sutra products.

I was delighted by the beautiful satin bag and rooster feathers, thinking that it was probably one of the most elegant things I had ever seen relating to the mystical world of sex. I went to a local adult store and bought a cheaper version with a cornstarch base and a powder puff.

It just wasn’t the same.

Now that I’m older and can afford the real thing, I’m still impressed.
Honey is supposed to be good for your skin, and Kama Sutra uses real powdered honey as a base for their product. It doesn’t get sticky like I would imagine, but brushes on lightly and almost seems to disappear onto the skin rather than coat it.

There are currently four different flavors to choose from:

Sweet honeysuckle,

Raspberry kiss,

Tangerines and cream,

And strawberries and champaigne.

The one I’m reviewing today is the Sweet honeysuckle variety, and it’s rather nice.
The scent is amazing, more like an exotic perfume than I expected. It has tones of honeysuckle, but also hints of amber, gardenia, and white ginger.

The downside is that I can taste the perfume through the sweetness, and I do consider that a bit of a drawback. It has more of a chemical taste than any of the other Kama Sutra products I’ve reviewed so far.
The scent lingers on your skin LONG after a shower or post-sex cleanup. I get the impression Kama Sutra expects you to just walk out of the house after a sexy romp, and wants to be prepared.

“For the woman on the go” should be their motto, and their advertisements should feature exotic quickies in the corporate boardroom.

Heck, I’d do it.

I’d love to just cover myself in a light brush of honey dust and hit the town. It smells more sexy and exotic than half my perfumes.

In the world of edible oil-based lubricants that double as massage oils, there are a surprising number of choices available.

Today, however, we will be discussing “Kama Sutra original oil of love.”
This is actually a really nice little specimen of oily goodness, and comes in a beautiful little glass bottle with a cork stopper.

Now, I’m eventually going to review the many different “oil of love” flavors, but I figured I’d start with their most popular first.
The Original oil of love has a nice consistency. Not terribly viscous, not super oily.
This makes it pretty darn easy to clean up afterwards. I recommend a tongue bath.
The color of this particular one is a pale golden green, like first press olive oil.

The flavor is cinnamon based, but has a hint of chi and vanilla to it as well. I sat tasting it for almost five minutes before giving up and just going with “incredibly tasty and complex range of delicately flavored spiciness.”

It’s good, folks. I like it.

When you lick it (and you know you will) it warms on your tongue with a genuine heat, not a jalapeno pepper style burning. This also is true when you rub it on skin and then gently blow on the area. Very nice. This baby was custom made for oral endeavors.

This is definitely an upper scale little multi-tasker, and I strongly recommend it for those who can afford the price tag.

So my Lovely assistant just returned home with a sexy little package (thanks beautiful!) chock full of wonderfull goodies, including a small sample of Kama Sutra brand “mint pleasure balm”.

Now, at first I wasn’t sure what it was for, or how to use it.

It had a REALLY strong mint scent (think radioactive Altoids), and a green, gooey appearance.
Since my pervious experiences with kama Sutra products has proven 99% of them to be edible, I gave it a little taste test.

In the 8 seconds or so before my tongue went numb, I regretted that decision immensely.
“ah-HA!” I thought, “Unless this is some uber-concentrated-breath-freshener-from beyond-the-grave, I think this product might be for men!”

After this brilliant thought entered my head (and while I waited for my tongue to revive) I ran to my computer and Googled this mysterious gel.

Sure enough, it’s marked as a “prolonging” agent designed for men who are too quick on the draw. Its purpose is to desensitize the penis and therefore make the sex last longer.

There was mention of it being pleasantly minty when used for oral, but from the potency of this stuff it could probably double as a dental anesthesia, so be careful. When you give head, it’s kind of important to feel your tongue and to know where your teeth are.

A drawback to this balm is that it can’t be used with a condom, so there is a certain amount of numbness-sharing between partners. It is supposed to retain its numbing qualities for a while after you wipe it off, so I’m guessing that would be the way to go. Just be sure to get it all, or it might not end up being the romantic evening both partners were hoping for.

I don’t think I’ll be using this product as a sex aid, but I think I’ll keep it in my first aid box as an emergency anesthetic.

I happen to be a huge sucker for presentation and packaging when it comes to sex products.

Take, for example, Kama Sutra brand products.

They are, in my opinion, hugely overpriced. The quality is really, really good, but there are others out there that are just as useful, tasty, slippery, or sweetly scented for a mere fraction of the price.

However, none have the allure or presentation power to rival these costly little treats.

In the end, Kama Sutra products look damn good displayed on your bedside table, and I feel sexy and decadent buying them.

Is it worth it? I think it is.

If sexual desire starts in the mind, then whatever makes you feel sexy and trips your trigger is, for me, well worth the price difference.
The fact that these products also stimulate areas other than your mind is quite nice as well.

Over the next few days I’m going to try out and discuss several different Kama Sutra products, so don’t bother trying to contact me or my trusty assistants.

The phone will be off the hook, the door will be barricaded, and the neighbors will be warned about the moans and spicy scents coming from my home.

Don’t worry though, dear readers.

I’ll keep you updated even If I have to type through handcuffs and sticky fingers.

A few days ago I gave a rather unflattering review of a chocolate body painting product.
I have tried several over the years, and most have left me distinctly unenthused.
However, I want you, my lovely readers, to know that not all hope is lost in the realm of edible body confections.

I have just tried a new product today, and it is one of the closest things to resemble chocolate I’ve yet to find in an “adult” toy store.
It’s called chocoholics divine desserts “chocolate tattoo set”.

It tastes rather a lot like chocolate flavored cake frosting, and is quite a bit thicker than other chocolate body paint I’ve tried before. The paint brush is just that, a paint brush. Well made, with a long handle and soft fur bristles. Even when the jar of chocolate is gone (and frankly, unless I have a twelve person orgy every day for six months, I can’t see using up this much chocolate paint) I’m definitely keeping the brush for further use.

The added bonuses to this set are the stencils. They come with sexy words, symbols, and pictures to make writing on your lover picture perfect every time.
I tried the paint on my lovely assistant to see if it would run off her skin.

It didn’t.

It stayed put remarkably well, and only smeared a tiny bit when she gave a particularly convulsive wriggle.
A further taste test proved that you have to give several licks to get all the chocolate off, which I viewed as an added mark in its favor. I like a little effort in my oral endeavors, and was a little disappointed when the others came up so easily.
After all, it takes more than one lick to get to the center of a tootsie pop.

In the end, this product surprised me with how well it was made. It’s not true chocolate, but it’s probably one of the best edible body paints you will be able to find without visiting a specialist boutique.

I would suggest giving this one a shot.

Hey folks!

So I was out recently trying to find some good massage oil.

A terrible accident involving half a bottle of sandalwood massage oil, my new down comforter, and a lit candle resulted in my having to go on an expensive shopping excursion.

Yes, I am a bit accident prone. In my defense, not all my blood was getting to my head at the time and my hands were slippery.

Still, it was worth it.

Anyway, I wanted something less likely to spill and make me lunge across the ropes to try and catch it.

This gave me two options:

The first was to get a bottle that only poured a drop or two at a time. This was not all that appealing, since it would take a long time and a lot of shaking to get the quantity needed for a good rub-down, and it could still leak.

The second option was to get a massage bar.

My wanderings took me far and wide (well…ok, I only wandered a bit. I’m lazy and was lugging several shopping bags) but as usually happens I ended up in Good Vibrations.

Did you know they make their own brand of massage bars?

These were awesome. I had been going through the ingredients on several brands (not just the bars, but also the ones in tins that looked like pomade) and I was a little sketchy since most of them had various waxes as a base. I try and pamper my skin, and that means I go to great lengths to minimize breakouts or clogged pores.

That’s when I saw the Good Vibrations brand of massage bars.

Their ingredients?

Pure cocoa butter, shea butter and peppermint.
They seemed far better than any of the other selections there, so I chose one that smelled like pomegranate-mint to try at home.

WOW.

Ok, first off they melt to your body heat, so when you rub the bar on your massage recipient, you get the perfect amount of oil. No more, no less.

Second, the bar re-solidifies when away from the body. No muss, no fuss. Just re-wrap and put back in the drawer.

Third, it washes off well, leaving the skin soft without any lingering residue.

However, the best part of all was how good it smelled. I washed it off with an unscented soap, so I was lightly perfumed with pomegranate all day long. I got several compliments from random people throughout the day.

I’m going back to pick up some more in different scents.

I highly recommend these to anyone who likes giving or receiving massages, or anyone who likes to pamper their skin.

Hello my little chickadees!

I would like to share with you an item that is near and dear to my hygienic little heart.

I call them “the best things to happen to after-sex-cleanup ever”, but most people know them as “cum kleen wipes”.

Back when I was still living at home with my parents, my bedroom and the common bathroom were at opposite ends of the house. Later, the same situation presented itself with my apartment and roommates. The bottom line being that whenever I was entertaining a love interest, we had to go through at least one room and past several people to “freshen up”.

Of course early on I had a box of tissues in my room, but as most of you well know they only do a partial cleaning job. I am a bit of a hygiene nut, and that slightly sticky feeling drove me crazy until I could hop in the shower. I got tired of having to cut the cuddling short in order to go wash up immediately, and eventually added a box of baby wipes and one of those electric baby wipe warmers to my after sex routine.

That was a major improvement.

However, the wipes were too small and I didn’t really like the scent.

That’s when a friend recommended these “cum kleen wipes”. They come in individual little packets (great for road trips or weekend romps), and are much, much larger than a typical baby wipe. They also come in either a really nice vanilla scent, or a tropical mango.

Personally, I find them a luxurious ending to a fun activity.

I highly suggest a few for anyone’s nightstand drawers.

Aaaahhhh… chocolate.

Such a lovely word, for such a lovely confection.

Chocolate has long been regarded as a tasty aphrodisiac, so it comes as no surprise to find such a wide assortment of spreadable, edible chocolate products at your local adult stores.

The question we must ask is: Are they any good?

Unfortunately, the answer is mostly no.

There are a few that are better quality, and some that are actually quite good, but they are usually specialty items and rare indeed.

The bulk of the ones offered are in pretty bottles, but in reality no closer to chocolate than a tootsie roll. Oh sure, there will be cocoa in them, but that’s pretty much where the similarity ends.

I like giving good reviews, I really do.

But I also like chocolate, and am damn picky about the quality of the chocolate I buy.

Lured in by the pretty bottle, I decided to give “chocolate body painting by Shunga erotic arts” a try.

The packaging is lovely. The product tastes like Hershey’s syrup mated with a tootsie roll during a wild weekend in Cancun.

Not terrible, but not exactly chocolate.

Now granted, the taste wasn’t perfect. However, that alone wasn’t enough to give the product a bad review. What ended up digging the poor product’s grave was the fact that it beads and runs off the skin.

This is SUPPOSED to be for BODY PAINTING! How could they make a product that not only won’t stay put, but will most likely ruin your sheets beyond even the most determined of dry cleaners?!

Honestly, Shunga. Try and work with me here.

The “brush” they supply (for the supposed painting this product utterly fails at), is a thin bit of sponge tied onto a stick. Needless to say, it didn’t work all that well.

In the end, I was left with much less of a “sexy chocolate body painting” and more of a “vaguely cocoa flavored smear”.

Oh well. It does look pretty on the nightstand.

This is Brilliant!!

I just got back from Good Vibrations, and have discovered they sell black latex gloves!!!

I’m not talking about “spank me, dark mistress!” black latex gloves, I’m talking about the kind you normally would see at a doctor’s office. They’re about wrist length, with a tiny bit of unobtrusive texture to them, and they come in a lovely charcoal black color.

Have I mentioned enough times that they’re black?

The geeky goth girl inside me is doing cartwheels and blowing bubbles of sheer joy at this discovery. I’m going to find so many uses for these!

Want Impromptu fashion for clubbing?

Electrical tape and black latex gloves!

Want to grope a cutie that should have a Bio-hazard symbol tattooed on their forehead?

Disinfectant and Black Latex gloves!!! (Then get yourself home in a cab, since you’re judgment is obviously impaired.)

Want to play “stranger” with yourself and feel sexy while doing it?

Personal lube and Black latex gloves!

I have no doubt all you sneaky little monkeys out there will be able to think of many other uses as well.

They seem to be a pretty decent one-size fit, since they worked for both my hands and the hands of my trusty male assistant. The texturing is incredibly subtle (no big bumps or raised ridges) but it IS there, and can be felt on the… more sensitive bits of your anatomy.

These bad boys are even a tiny bit more substantial than the usual variety of thin latex gloves, and were pretty hard to break ( believe me, I tried.).

They come in packets of ten gloves (five pairs) each, and I will be buying several just to have around the house.

Oh, and by the way. When you smack an ass while wearing these, the smack is louder and stings a bit more.

You know.

Just in case you were wondering.

Wow.

Ok folks, I’m sure at one point or another we’ve all gone through the same situation.

There you are, out and about with some cute new thing. If you’re lucky, you have anticipated this night well enough in advance that you brought the necessary precautions.

(If you are like me, then chances are you run, drive, or pole-vault to the local convenience store, realize that they NEVER sell dental dams at these places, and try to slit a banana-flavored condom down one side in an attempt to improvise. But that’s a story for another day.)

Now, I don’t know about most people, but my clubbing purse is pretty small. It’s only just big enough to have some money, my I.D, emergency makeup, and a spare thong.

I actually tried to bring a package of dams with me one time, but when I was rooting for my I.D, the purse was so full I couldn’t find it. Since I was holding up the line, I ended up pulling the dams and thong out, and making the bouncer hold them while the search continued.

Yes folks, I have no shame.

On the plus side, the bouncers all remember me now.

Anyway, I recently stopped off at a typical “adult store” on my way to lunch (don’t ask) and they only offered two kinds of dams:

The giant red rubber-looking ones that appeared about as appetizing as a chastity belt (and about as easy to feel a tongue through) and a brand called “slicks”.

Slicks dams are wide enough, but so thin they fold them up in a condom package, which is MUCH easier to tote around. They also tried to be nice and make them “strawberry scented” but they frankly smell like strawberry latex. Fortunately, they were unflavored and un-lubed, so I didn’t have to contend with “cherry passion” or “zesty ranch” while my mind was on other things. I’ve gotten used to the flavor of latex, and if I want to taste something else I’ll bring my own lube, thankyouverymuch.

Anyway, I was much impressed and will be taking them with me for emergencies from now on.

Did I use them? Yes.

Did I like them? Yes.

Were they thin enough? Yes.

Did they have any downside? Well, they were so thin that I kept inhaling one edge up my nostril, so I guess that’s a bit of a downside.
Next time I’ll bring bricks to weigh it down with.

All in all, i found them convenient, discreet, and well suited for my purposes. In the area of dental dams, I’m giving these a high recommendation.