add 2-5 inches instantly – update

So a while back I mentioned finding a blog written by a gentleman, ostensibly not connected to drug companies in any way, who was keeping a record of his experiment with penis enlargement drugs.

I don’t know why I thought of this tonight, but I did, so I went back to look at how his progress was.

Amazingly, through a combination of the pills and some exercises, he gained about 30 mm (Google tells me that’s just under 1.2 inches) in 16 weeks. And what’s more, he’s kept that extra length just by keeping up with the exercises (he’s not on the pills any more).

He also has reported feeling more aroused and that sex is better as a result. He’s created a graph that shows his progress. The increase once he started adding the exercises was impressive.

What’s more, the change was significant enough that his girlfriend noticed.

He’s apparently inspired other men to try the same thing, and they too are having good results.

I have to admit my curiousity is piqued. Guys, is this something you’d ever see yourselves trying? And girls – would you ever be interested in having your men try it out?

potpourri

Whole bunches of stuff to talk about today… sorry it’s been so long since my last post!

The Viagra Prank: This guy decided to give Viagra a whirl, to see what all the fuss was about (link snagged via Kottke). Aboslutely hilarious adventure. My favourite quote:

I suddenly realized that my wife hadn’t taken a drug. She was this way naturally. Do you see what I’m, ah, driving at here? Suddenly I was made aware of how little I had been doing all these years to satisfy my wife! Viagra SUCKS!

Elsewhere on the web, Fleshbot recently linked to Cyborgasmatrix dolls, yet another twist on the RealDoll. Anybody other than me totally creeped out by the lack of forearms and lower legs? I got the creepies for days after seeing this. And is it just me, or does she totally look like a guy in drag?

In my last post about posing for photos and posting them on the site, I was asked in comments even for just a general description. I was tempted for days to post something about being 6′ with long titian hair down to my ankles, but The Boy has kindly taken care of it for me, and posted a few facts about Vikki Up Close and Personal. I’m still blushing as I write this.

Coming soon – how I am doing with resolution #7.

responding to your email

Now, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m simply terrible with email for this site. It’s not you, honestly – I love you all. But between the day job (200+ emails/day), the night job (50+ emails/day), and personal emails, I’m one overloaded chickie when it comes to email. I can promise I read every one with delicious delight. I thank each and every one of you for writing. But my response levels are somewhere below 10%. I’m sorry, but that’s the way it is.

That said, I occasionally get send something that piques my interest or hooks into something I’ve been thinking about anyway, and I get it in my little head to respond. Such is the case with an email I received a few days ago:

would you ever pose for nude photographs? if so, would you show them on the
web? why or why not?

Let’s take these one at a time.

Would I ever pose for nude photographs? I have done so, yes, though strictly for personal use between myself and my lovers. I have a few particularly lovely ones from a few years ago that I took of myself that I still enjoy peeking at once in a while, and another small set a lover took of me while cuffed and chained which I also find fetching.

In truth, I’d love to pose for some professional shots. Artistic mostly, more so than outrageously pornographic. Black and white, you get the idea. I even considered once responding to an ad in a local magazine when they were looking for models with my body type for a porn web site.

But the truth is that away from this site, I’m a small business owner who hawks her wares to relatively conservative family-types who would likely take a dim view of anything that smacked of porn. It’s one of the reasons that Vikki is an alias for me. Yes, I hear you all gasping. I adopted the moniker years ago and I’ve grown very comfortable with it. I don’t do it to be dishonest, and if the world were as open minded as each of you I wouldn’t have to worry about it, but I do… particularly when it comes to my livelihood. So, it’s unlikely I’ll ever pose professionally, much as the idea might intrigue me.

Same reason, really, for not posting any photos of myself on the site. I hear from visitors every now and again who would like to know what I look like. I know that many people use my stories for the decadent art of self-pleasuring, and for visual people, it’s easier to make the fantasy alive with a picture of the person in their head.

For the forseeable future, however, you’ll just all have to use your imaginations. 🙂

the art of the tease

The boy helped me to realize another fantasy the other night. It was one of the most erotic and exciting moments of my life, and I just had to share it with you.

Those of you who have been regulars around here know my curiousity with the tease. Particularly the slightly more structured world of “tease and denial”. Not that I believe in outright denial, per se – I like to think of it more as delayed orgasm. 🙂 While I don’t have much interest in outright topping, the idea of using all the tools at my disposal to keep a man at the edge of orgasm for as long as humanly possible and absolutely overload him with pleasure before finally letting him come is something that excites me outrageously.

I met him at the door in a little see-through navy blue satin nightie, short enough that it just barely covers my ass. I pulled off his clothes a little at a time between kisses, and then bent a little to tease his nipples with my tongue and lips. I moved back and forth between them for long minutes. Maybe ten. I don’t know. I lost count.

It didn’t take long before we were on the bed. I asked him to lie back while I ran my fingertips over him, the touch muffled by his boxers. His wicked, wicked fingertips kept running over my skin, trying to distract me. I grabbed his hand and told him I wanted to drive him crazy, and I wanted him to just lie back and enjoy it.

Gee, didn’t have to ask twice. 🙂

Once I removed his boxers and had all of his goodies laid out for me, I reached into the drawer beside the bed for a long strip of black satin. I held it between my hands and dangled a loop of satin between his balls, pulling up slightly to lift them with the satin, stroking every inch of his balls with it. I could feel him on edge, waiting for me to give him a firmer touch. But I delayed. I stroked the satin higher, running over his hard cock, avoiding the head, just this light satiny touch, no contact between us at all. I kept it up until his cock jerked, once, twice, and then ran the satin over his head. Buffing it softly, really, with the shiny fabric.

By this point he was squirming, asking me to touch him.

I obeyed. My fingertip, just one single fingertip, stroked over the length of him, swirling over the head. Count in another few minutes there. I loved feeling his cock jerk up against my fingers, wanting more.

I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over and licked that sweet spot where head meets shaft. He moaned at the soft wet heat.

I asked him if I could try something a little more. And I pulled out another item from the drawer.

A slim, vibrating butt plug.

To my surprise and delight, he nodded.

I grabbed the lube, coating the plug and my fingers in the stuff. And then I said the most incredible thing to him: “Spread your legs.”

I teased around the edges of his ass with the plug, until he was pushing against me. I slid it in just a little, letting him feel it. It felt like I was fucking him with it. I cannot tell you how wet I was by this point!

Slowly, with long careful strokes, I eased the vibe a little deeper inside him until it was buried in him all the way. I teased his (by now steely) cock with my lubed fingers for a little before reaching down and turning on the vibrator to a low setting.

I thought he was going to go through the roof. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I told him I wanted to do this to him for a full hour. (More seemed cruel, given that it was our first time.) He groaned. Squirmed. And then agreed. Yay me!

I spent the next fifty minutes stroking him, teasing him with my fingers, switching to long slow pulls, massaging his balls, tapping against the plug with my fingers, and generally keeping him so close to orgasm that he said later his fingers ached from clutching the bedsheets for a solid hour.

It was the hottest thing that I’d ever watched. Watching him fight to get more pleasure, but also fight his own body to last the hour. Hearing his groans when I called out the time only to realize he had to keep going. Feeling his cock tighten and get those first little shimmery pulses that signal he’s almost ready to come. Watching him go crazy every time I gave him a long, slow stroke that slipped up and over the head with good, sweet pressure.

When he finally came, it was incredible for both of us.

I can’t wait to try it again.

There’s a second half to this story, which I’ll tell in a later post. Stay tuned…