The media culture I have grown up with, being 21, has been a plague on not only the self confidence I have had as prepubescent girl, but continued to spread its plague through adolescence and into my young adult years. We are, as women, bombarded with pictures of glamorized models, beautiful icons, and songs that tell us to be “popping” things about way before we should be. Sex is shown to be something of a game, rather than a serious risk – it never came across to me as something to think deeply about, just something you did. It is no wonder so many women struggle desperately to gain a sense of self love and confidence when we are taught to believe we should be everything but what we truly are, and taught that it’s gained through courses of action like sex, when it is not. We lose our true selves this way.

When I was 13 or so, I watched the sexy music videos. I changed my hair and clothes to those of my favorite past icons – Britney, before the bald stages of her life and sexy promiscuous, and go-getting girls like Jen from Dawson’s Creek. By the time I was 16, I’d convinced myself that blow-jobs were the “thing”, and I was excited when word got around that I was so great at them. I fed into it more and more, as status and idolization from peers became more apparent. I didn’t really know what the hell I was doing; giving myself up – yeah, that was it. When I was questioned by my mother, I gave the typical response, “Everyone else is doing it.” So I thought. It’s funny how we find out later that more of our peers than we think are actually not doing it, rather calling us sluts behind our back. My self confidence and respect I thought I had was based on a firm foundation of fake ass lies, thank you media, you got me.

Yet even after I came to realize how the media was sick and twisted, and sent messages about sex, beauty, and love that were full of fallacy and propaganda, I still let it rule me. I drank. I had lots of very risky sex with multiple partners of both genders. I tried useless fad diets because I felt fat and disgusting. I picked friends who led me into situations I didn’t need to be, and pretended I was confident , happy, and content with my choices even though I was clearly not. I even backed my behaviors with celebrities examples, as if that made it okay. I let the media control my thoughts about topics like sex and drinking – I never developed as a person based on my own individuality. I missed the greater part of my self-discovering years, wasting it to become a person I didn’t know, which led to some very difficult catching up to this day.

Sex is one of the most glamorized topics of choice for the media, and the easiest one that can destroy us if we aren’t careful of our interpretation of it. It can take the confidence of a young girl into the palm of its hands, as it did mine, and crush it without hesitation – before we realize what the hell we are getting into and the impact it makes – it’s already done.

In 1996 I lost my virginity. I was 19. Years before I had been exploring my sexual desires through self-love, and had pretty clear expectations about what sex was like. After all, I had seen the nudy magazines under my parents bed, and happened upon a VHS tape left in the VCR. It looked fun, dirty, and I was transfixed. So, when my first sexual experience did not happen just like in the media I had sneaked, I was disappointed.

This was to be the beginning of my search for perfect sex.

I never voiced my disappointment with my new sexual partner, and for that I probably erred, but what I did was throw myself into exploring sex in as many ways as possible. I not only wanted to wipe ‘virgin’ from my identity, but I wanted to make sure it was buried deep in as much experiences as I could. That suited my partner just fine. We had sex so much that there were times when friends would ask what we’d been up to, and all we could do was smile.

We bought one of those books that has sex positions in them, and tried every single one we were capable of doing. In each position I was searching for the emotions, reactions, and ultimately the pleasure I had seen in the porn I now perused frequently. Why wasn’t my sex just like that? I wanted to know how to get to the panting and screaming. I wanted to dive into lust and come out sweating on the other side. But it just wasn’t happening.

It never dawned on me that my partner could be the issue. He was actively seeking sex with me, I enjoyed his above average penis, and he had excellent kissing skills. After awhile I brought up that I wanted to try some wilder things like blindfolds, and bondage, and sex toys. Something had to make my perfect sex come to fruition. Nothing did. Don’t get me wrong, the sex was great but it was just sex.

I wanted mind-blowing sex!

Seven years I slept with the same man, wondering if there was something wrong with me and how I enjoyed sex. I read books about desire, sexual manuals, and watched so much porn that I could recognize porn star genitals (and that’s saying something). Yet, I wasn’t getting any of the sex that I saw acted out. Our sex left me feeling frustrated, usually unsatisfied, and yet I didn’t want more because I didn’t see it changing.

There’s only so much boring sex a person can take, and I was reaching my limit. So I started using the internet to get off. I learned about sex chat rooms and bought a web cam. All with my now husband’s permission. He’d watch me play with myself on camera and follow the directions of the horny men jerking off to me. Sometimes he’d fuck me for their merriment. I talked dirty with a lot of men online.

It was then that I encountered something that would change my life.

One of the men I talked to said he was a Dominant, which was something I had never heard of before. He said he’d like to control me and would require immediate obedience. It sparked something in me. When we weren’t playing I was asking him questions about BDSM, and submission, and what my role in it would be if it were not online. He fed my inquisitiveness, and directed me to resources that I still use today.

Not only that, but the sex I was having changed. I started asking my husband to be in control in the bedroom, something he was not good at, but in play it was good enough. We bought velcro cuffs and a blindfold, and the first time I asked him to spank me I think I cried with happiness. I had found something of what I was missing. I asked for more and more of my husband while still playing on cam for the Dominant online.

After a few months it became apparent that my husband wasn’t as interested in my kinky games as I was becoming. I was so close to my perfect sex but it was still out of reach, and he was going to deny me that. Our relationship became strained and ultimately fell apart. Sex was just too important to me to continue with the sex I was getting. I knew what I wanted now, and if he wasn’t going to provide it, I was going to go get it. Without him.

We separated, because neither of us really wanted an open relationship of any sort (along with other issues), and we went our own ways. I hopped right on the dating circuit and found kinky partner after kinky partner. Each time getting closer and closer to the sex I knew I could have. Something was always missing from these experiences, but I wasn’t giving up. I’d risk everything to get what I knew had to exist.

In 2004 I found it, my perfect sex. It’s kinky, it’s sexy, it’s hot. It’s sweat-drenched in pleasure, and full of everything I thought sex should be. My fiance is the man who gave me the sex I’d always needed. I’ve never felt so fulfilled and satisfied in my life.

Hopefully I’ll continue to share my story of the men I had on the journey, and how I ultimately got my perfect sex and what that looks like.

Blossom G

Maybe it’s the terrible weather that was bringing me down, or my body still recovering from breastfeeding my daughter. I am not sure. But the last two months have been a roller coaster ride. I didn’t even notice to be perfectly honest. My partner, trying to casually bring it up in conversation, as to not offend me, mentioned it had been three weeks since we had any sort of intimate contact. Three weeks? I didn’t notice! What was wrong with me?

I  figured since I was 27, my body was done developing and had no surprises left for me, but I was very wrong. I tried to get in the mood. We watched movies, gave each other erotic massages, played naughty games, lit candles, tried body paint, and still nothing. I had no interest in any of it. I couldn’t concentrate. I just plain didn’t want to do it. I was out of ideas, and I felt terrible for my partner. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I read romance novels. I mean, old Fabio on the front, wind blowing through his hair novels. I love them, and always have. I happened to be reading one that featured a lot of bondage and spanking. It completely turned me on. This was new for me; never had the idea of being tied up sounded good. Spanking was alright, but it wasn’t something I craved, or felt like I needed. I found myself rereading the same page of the book, where he ties her up to the bed posts and blindfolds her. Just like that, my sex drive was back! I needed to be touched, and now! My partner happened to be at work, so I was alone, and I was trying to figure out which of my toys I wanted to use. None of them appealed to me. My favorite go to toys, that I thought would never be replaceable, just weren’t doing it. I was so frustrated that I almost cried.

When my partner got home from work we had the best sex ever. I let him be the boss, spank me, pull my hair, anal sex (which I never fully enjoyed before), the whole nine yards. It was the best sex I’d ever had. After that, I insisted we buy new toys. We ended up buying an under the bed restraint system, a butt plug, and a blindfold. The day they came in the mail was like Christmas, and ever since then I seem to not be able to get enough sex. I’ve tried things I never thought I would have. I’m a little bit upset with myself that I never delved into any of this before. I have became a completely different sexual being now, and have learned to embrace it. I can’t wait to see what happens, if and when, my sex drive goes on vacation again. Maybe next time it won’t last as long, because I’ll have an idea of how to find it to bring it back.

I have always been fascinated by the sex industry. I’ve always wanted to know more. I won’t admit that to many people, I am too shy to talk about it. But ask my husband – and he will tell you that you should come to me with any question you have. I feel as if I have two personalities – there is the “me” that my family and some friends know, then there is the “me” that is into everything sex – learning, positions, porn, toys, everything. But not many people know the latter me. I may talk about some things with my friends, but none of them know the full extent. I feel like I hide that part of me from most people, my husband being the one true person who knows how into sex, and its education, that I am. (I constantly wonder if I should be in school for Sex Education rather than Accounting!)

I shopped online for my sex toys from a company that is local to me. I would often go to the store to make purchases, and even applied for a job there (they didn’t hire me). But I had no idea that a world such as EdenFantasys existed; such an open, sex positive, sex friendly community where no one is discriminated against, where no one is considered an outcast.

I have a blog, and am regularly looking for opportunities to review or make money from my blog. I received this email saying that an adult site was looking for people to write a post on their blog, and in return they will get a gift card to the website. I checked out the site, and thought, “Ooh, free toys for a post! I’m in!” So I sent the email to the contact person, Jenn. She replied back and explained further. She let me know that I should provide a few links back to the site, and in return, she would give me a gift card for the website. Additionally, if I put a banner up I would get a little more. I wrote my post for Valentines Day, to try to give people an idea for something different this year, like some massage oils, body paints, etc. Nothing too raunchy, as my blog isn’t quite set for that demographic. I completed the post shortly after (I believe within a day). I think it probably had more than was actually needed – I saw someone else with a similar post, and realized that I had way more posted than they did.

I created my account on EF, and to my surprise was already set up as an affiliate (part of my purchase was commissioned! So I can spend that at a later date!). I was so eager to learn, and I found out that I could become a reviewer. My eyes lit up! I have wondered how people go about becoming a reviewer of these products, and I just found a way! I told my husband. He was excited. He said, “Finally, something that I can enjoy you doing!” Along the way, I noticed that I was earning points. So, of course, I had to check it out to see what it was about. I found out that those were there for me to accumulate and trade in for a gift card! Are you kidding me!? So, I get rewarded for learning more, being active in this awesome community, shopping, reviewing products, and being myself!? I don’t think there is another site/community that offers this much to its people.

I have only been a member of the EF community since the beginning of February, and already I have learned a lot. I love the forum and community corner; there is so much to be learned from the other members, many of who are in a different lifestyle than myself. Everyone is welcomed with open arms here; everyone is polite, friendly, and non-discriminating. No one is considered an outcast – not because of lifestyle choice, or because of their race, gender, etc. You can remain as anonymous as you wish, or be as public as you like about yourself and what you’re into.

I probably spend at least 2 hours on the site every day; looking for new products that I would like to try, exploring the forums and learning about other lifestyles, reading other peoples reviews on products, and meeting great people.

The thing that I want to learn most from EdenFantasys and its community is Kink. I want to know what all there is out there, explore my options, and see what all I am into. I want to find my sexuality. I think Eden is the perfect place to do that.

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I have a crush on a rock star.

That’s not really anything new. I’ve been crushing on some musician since the first time I saw Roger Taylor get kissed by the jungle girl in Duran Duran’s video for “Hungry Like The Wolf”. I made my mom buy me my own jazz Oxfords, and only white socks, just like Roger. I’ve also had a major fetish for manscara ever since.

Of course, all of this happened to coincide with puberty. I can remember late nights in my bed, listening to Duran Duran on my little cassette boom box, and feeling myself up. I didn’t really know then what an orgasm was, but I knew it still felt damn good. My junior high girlfriends and I used to write, and tell each other, teenage smut stories of screwing our favorite band member. Most of them were in love with John Taylor or Simon Le Bon. Even then, I was the exception to the rule.

As high school wore on, it was Ian Astbury of the Cult. All that hair, and that voice in the video for “Fire Woman”. I spent many a night getting felt up by a guy, fantasizing about those tight pants and long fingers. Eventually, I learned that I didn’t need the guy to get off. I could do Ian all by myself.

There were many, many times I listened to a song, or a whole CD, and imagined the things I would do to that drummer, or guitarist, or singer. Almost always the singer. They were invariably amazing lovers, but I was always better. Never mind that we’d likely never actually meet.

So now, there’s a whole genre of sex toys devoted to using your music to get off. You can hook them up to your MP3 player and let the rhythm move you, literally. I had to check this out! Personally, I chose the OhMiBod Better Than Chocolate Music Edition. It’s a lovely little wireless number that hooks up to my iPod. I can play it through regular speakers, or through my earbuds for a totally immersive experience. I did a little dance of joy when it arrived, and headed straight for the bedroom.

Oh. My. God. So, for one thing, it’s just a great vibe. It’s well-designed and works quite well. It’s easy to use, to clean, to store. I just like it. Whether I want it slow or fast, hard or soft, there’s always the perfect soundtrack to my orgasm. Repeat, shuffle, personalized playlist: the possibilities are endless.

But the great part is the rock star. I can hear his voice, completely and totally in my head, and time the twitches to the tune. The music crescendos, and so do I. I owe a couple of guitarists a personal debt of gratitude for some mind-blowing riffs.

I may never actually have sex with a rock star; though I’ve known a couple of lovers who thought they were that good. It turns out, I don’t need the messy entanglements, and the stigma of being a groupie. All I need is me and a great song. I can let the toy do the rest.

Growing up in my household, sex was so taboo that my parent’s didn’t even have “the talk” with me.  I always heard that the only people who owned sex toys, visited sex shops, watched sex videos, were sluts and whores. So, if you had told me that I would one day be reviewing sex toys and using them with my sweetheart, I would have fainted after blushing 9 shades of embarrassment. After moving out on my own, going to college, and meeting the man of my dreams….let’s just say that my views are no longer the same as my parents’.

Today, I can spend over 4 hours at a time, per day, on Eden’s websites; browsing, commenting, ordering, reading, and laughing. And for this wonderful opportunity I have to thank “The Bloggess”. I am an avid follower of her hilarious blog, and one day noticed she had a link in the right hand corner that said “So basically I get paid to write about clown porn”, with a subtitle “Surprisingly this link is safe for work.” Being the curious person I am, and lover of The Bloggess, I clicked it and was introduced to EdenFantasys.com.

After browsing EdenFantasys for a few days, I stumbled upon the link to become a reviewer. I read over the guidelines, how-to, requirements, and thought “Hey, this sounds awesome!” But then turned leery about try anything that sounded like such a good thing, because I’ve always been told that anything that sounds too good to be true, usually is. However, after talking it over with some girlfriends, I decided to take the plunge. Why not? It was a chance for free products, to be part of what looked like an awesome community, and maybe I could learn a few things too. Once I was approved for reviewer status, and was told the first free product was in the mail, I had a new worry; telling my love of 3 years, that I was going to be reviewing sex toys.

Prior to Edenfantasys I had never owned any type of sex toy. We have known each other for about 6 years and started officially dating for three. Then we recently moved in together for the past 2 years. And during this time, he and I had never talked about toys, used them, or even considered using any type of sexual aids in our love making. I was concerned that his reaction would be one, or any combination of, the following;

1. Laugh and think I was silly.
2. Question his manhood and techniques.
3. Wonder if our relationship had become stale.
4. Be completely against it and have the same views as my parents.
5. Laugh and go with it.

Needless to say, waiting for the post to arrive was no easy task, and was becoming more stressful and worrisome than exciting. The day the postman arrived I was at work, my love bug was the one to answer the door, and accept the package. I received a short text message saying “Hey babe, you got a package in the mail.” and my blood pressure hit the roof.

After work, I rushed home hoping he had not opened it, praying he had not opened it, and that I could think of some way to judge how he would react to my reviewing, before opening it,  but I was too late.

My key flew to the door, not as gracefully as I wanted, but eventually I had the deadbolt and knob unlocked, and I slowly, oh so slowly, opened the door.  My eyes jumped to his chair, and he wasn’t in it. Instead my foot found the United States Postal Service box opened on the floor, with the brown paper packaging filler strewn about, all leading toward the bedroom. I followed with my heart beating against my ears, trying to escape and find the rewind or pause button we all see in the “Twix” commercials, but it was too late  upon entering the bedroom, I had the shock of my life, and my heart stood still.

I found him laying on the bed, in a most provocative way, toys spread  before him, like a blackjack dealer, just waiting for the first player.  My heart skipped a small beat. The room was dimly lit with new candles, fresh roses were perched on the bedside table, and  my favorite caramel and chocolate candies were open and waiting.  With a sly smile he beckoned me to bed, with one lazy finger, and needless to say we thoroughly tested the toys.

It wasn’t until after we caught our breath, cooled down, and covered up, that we started talking about why we had received the toys in the first place. I explained to him how I found EdenFantasys through The Bloggess, and about the review program link. I showed him around the website, and he became very excited. He confessed that he loved the idea of me having toys, and that he found it to be very “hot”, a secret big turn on, and just all around exciting.  We even browsed other toys and product together, and made a wish list of future things to try. I even gave him the password to my profile so he can browse on his own, and show me what he likes and wants to try when I get home, which is now a weekly event.

I honestly could not have asked for a better reaction to my reviewing on EdenFantasys. Even though we are young, and have great communication, this website has honestly brought us closer. It helped bridge that small gap, which made it easier to open up and express our sexual fantasies, relay what we enjoyed, and what felt best to each of us.

Since joining the EdenFantasys community a few months ago, I discovered a sense of satisfaction I never thought possible. My boyfriend Justin and I have explored parts of our relationship we never explored before, and found things within each other to draw us even closer.

When I originally joined, it was because a blog was holding a contest for a gift card for EdenFantasys. I never had any sex toys of my own, and didn’t know how to even come by some that weren’t outrageously expensive, or just plain scary. I ‘liked’ the Facebook page, and that’s when the fun started. The daily posts intrigued me to no end. I found myself exploring the site regularly and even checking out SexIs and EdenCafe. The array of toys had me gawking for hours.

I didn’t win the gift card, but I did make my first purchase not long after. It was very simple, just a book and a toy. The news feed on facebook had mentioned using a code for a discount, so I did that for the book, and even got the toy for free for sharing EdenFantasys with my friends. Being in Canada meant it took a little over a week to get here, but before long it arrived and I was so excited. Justin didn’t know what to think. The toy was just a small blue bullet, and the book was for positions. It wasn’t overly scary for my first purchase of this type.

We read over the book that night and got a fair bit of inspiration from it. Most of the positions we had tried as the extent of our sexual exploration. But this book offered variations we hadn’t tried, or even thought of in some cases. I was hooked, of course. I was scouring blogs to try to win a gift card, and one day noticed a little post on facebook. Write for EdenFantasys, and get gift cards to do it. I didn’t know what to write about at first so I just wrote the first thing on the top of my head. I started with one submission and got my gift card code the next day.

I spent days on the site agonizing over which toys, books, items, etc I should get with it. Justin sat with me and picked out some things he liked, and I picked out a few things. Using discounts and deals, I made my second purchase, which included five toys for women, men and couples. We couldn’t wait to get our parcel. I was so anxious for more that after a few days I sent in three more submissions. One wasn’t quite appropriate, but I received two more gift cards from the other articles. These were like gold in my inbox. I spent days putting things in my cart, taking things out, switching things around, etc. It was so hard to decide what to get, and what we would be ok with. We were new to the idea of toys joining us in our bedroom antics, so I didn’t know what would be best to start out with, without scaring us away from the idea altogether. We’re a very open-minded couple. But were we ready for something like this?

When I finally put the order through, there was one book and mostly apparel this time. Justin was as eager as I was for this one. I got a dark blue corset dress for my birthday that was very burlesque style, but I was lacking accessories. I got stockings and gloves from EdenFantasys to compliment my new dress. This new attire was more of a bedroom outfit, so it excited both of us to think about it. Although we hadn’t had toys for sexual pleasure, I did have many costumes that we just loved. We didn’t role play, per se, but rather enjoyed each other’s reactions when I wore a sexy outfit to tease him with, and my having the confidence to do it. I didn’t try on the corset dress, however, until the parcel had arrived and I had everything to go with it. The accessories I had ordered were perfect, like they were made to go with the dress. We were thrilled at how well the outfit suited.

We received the second and third parcels within a few days of each other, and didn’t even open the boxes right away. We took the clothing items out since we were already comfortable with them, but the toys ended up in a designated bag I had hung on a hook in our room. Justin had never had any sex toys and neither had I, so we were anxious but also very intimidated. I was braver than he was, and tried a few of my solo toys at my own discretion, only to learn later that Justin had done the same with the toys exclusive to him.

It didn’t take long before we were comfortable with our solo toys on our own, but there was the matter of the couples toys. One was a cock ring. We didn’t know how to use it, or how it would feel for us. We had read the reviews by other members and the product information that was provided, and that helped a great deal. Justin was more intimidated than I was, because he would be the one wearing it. But I didn’t know how it would feel either, so had my own version of fears. We kept meaning to try it, but found ourselves putting it off night after night.

The night we finally did try the cock ring is so hard to describe. It just happened more or less. I had a little routine of getting out of the shower, and while in my bedroom getting dressed or drying my hair, I’d take out one of the toys and get a little better acquainted. The kids were in bed, and Justin happened to walk in while I was getting friendly with my bunny. He took the ring out of its box, slipped it on, and the bunny was completely forgotten. The ride was wonderful and definitely unforgettable. It was so much more than we had ever expected, and we enjoyed every moment of it.

We have used the solo toys, and couples toys, on our nights of lust together since. We are more comfortable with each other than we ever were, and have found a new side of our relationship that I am glad is no longer dormant. None of this would have been possible if EdenFantasys didn’t sponsor giveaways, discounts, deals, and all the other wonderful things they offer. I found a community where I can be myself and talk about the taboo of sexuality without being awkward. I found products that enhanced my sex life in a way I never thought was ever possible. And I have found an outlet for some of my writings that I could never have shared anywhere else. Not only do I want to thank the community of EdenFantasys, but I know Justin is more than thrilled that I have found it as well. Thank you to everyone! This was definitely not a cold winter. *wink*

Sex Positive: An adjective often used to describe people who are comfortable with their own sexuality and sexuality in general.
(www.familysynergy.org/art-poly.html)

Yup that sounds like me. I am comfortable with my sexuality and the sexuality of others. It has never really been a subject that was taboo for me, or my family, growing up. I grew up knowing that my father leads an alternative lifestyle, and my mother never kept information about sex away from us kids. It wasn’t until I was in high school that I started to get bombarded with abstinence. I was part of the true love waits club, yes dear readers it’s true. I suppose that’s when I started realizing that sex was actually a taboo subject for many people. I never really understood why either. Hell, I still don’t really understand why.

For about a year and a half I thought about sex in a way that makes me look back and say ‘Gee that seems silly!’. But looking back, it was actually best for me to not be as sex positive as I am now. I mean, I hate seeing 15 year old’s growing up way too fast, which is what happened to me. Would I change it? Probably not. I am who I am now because of the choices I made about sex, not in spite of them. But this really isn’t an article about that. It’s about how I think being sex positive has actually damned me in some circles of the social populace. An ex-boyfriend of mine said that my positive outlook on sex and sexuality made me seem whorish. A friend of mine thinks that I am obsessed. And my own mother looks at me and says I need help, because I obviously am addicted to sex. I have been promiscuous in my past, but I wouldn’t say that I am whorish or a sex addict. I just happen to enjoy sex and being a sensual creature.

I am very comfortable with my own body, I know what I like and what I want sexually. I have been able to help my friends when they come to me with issues about their sex lives, or when they are having a sexual identity crisis. I have been able to suggest sex toys that they may like, and I am able to discern what a partner wants from their body language. I am also a HUGE proponent of communication in relationships, and being sex positive helps that immensely. So why does society look down on me for being okay with sexuality? My theory is that we (as a society) are still very puritan in our outlook on the whole subject of sexuality. Until that changes, we sex positive folk are going to be looked down on. Here’s the catch 22, the only way I can think of to change that outlook is to keep being sex positive and keep being ourselves. What do you think? Personally I love who I am, and I am going to keep being the best me I can be. And I hope you do the same, dear readers.