We-Vibe

www.we-vibe.com

By Jenna BLAM!

So fun! On the day Michelle and I get the We-Vibes in the mail (more fun than Christmas morning) it’s evening and I’m horny. I plug it in right away so I can use it before bed and I do.

It’s a little tricky to turn on and control (like most things) since the buttons are under the silicone. Just read the pamphlet and play with it for a second, you’ll figure it out in a snap.

I slowly start running my hands up my thighs, moving closer to my vagina. I have the We-Vibe in hand, on low and it feels great. (The lowest setting is still pretty powerful.) It’s covered in lube and I slide it up to my lips, into my vagina and I work it into place. As you can see by the photo it is U-shaped, designed to vibrate on your clit and your G-spot at the same time. Oh, yes, ladies, you heard right. I find the perfect spot and I’m immediately aroused. I suppose you could use it as a penetration device, but it’s designed to hug your pelvic bone. I just let be in its normal resting spot, but move it around in circles on my clit. I also just clamp my thighs together and gyrate which brings me right to orgasm. I immediately want another one.

I start working up to anther, ready to be fucking rocked by this thing, I feel it build and build and then it starts going away. I realize it’s not going to happen and pull the WV out to realize it’s barely vibrating anymore. “Wow, did I wear it out already? I was just getting started.” LESSON TO BE LEARNED: You must charge the WeVibe for 24 hours before using. This is the biggest downfall of it, which you now can overcome. I hope I didn’t make mine weak for life.

{Side note: I’m writing THIS on the bus and I look over at the lady next to me and she is reading about how to test various automatic drip coffee makers, I can assure I’m having more fun. Unless they vibrate….}

Another great thing about the WeVibe is the “We” factor. It’s designed to also be used during penetration. As I was masturbating I was sticking one, then two fingers in there to see how that would work. The man I was dating is very well endowed and I thought, “There is no fucking way that is going to fit, but I’d certainly give it a try!”

Within the next few days I landed at a launch party at a local sex toy shop for a different vibrator. The girl hosting party and I got involved in a conversation about the WeVibe. She showed me how to use it around the shaft and head of the penis to masturbate a man. FUN!

My partner and I were going through STD testing so we were refraining from sex, therefore couldn’t’ fully experiment with the “We” factor. I thought it’d still be exciting to experiment with my new toy and knowledge on him. The moment comes in the night when we are fooling around and I bust out our friendly lil vibrator.

As I’m holding it I realize he may have never experienced that sort of vibration on his genitals. I ask. He hasn’t. I tell him I’ll start slow—I go to turn it on and I can’t find the damn switch. Remember how I said it was hidden? In the dark it’s more elusive than the clit itself. I actually had to go into the bathroom and turn on the light to get a little refresher coarse on the controls.

Okay, we’re ready for some fuckin’ action. I have it on and lubed and start kissing and stroking his body and his cock. I gently start touching his chest with it, and he gets a little ticklish. I slowly move it down his sides, he flips out and squirms away from me, he’s way too sensitive and couldn’t take it. That concluded out little experiment, if you can’t handle it on your side, you’re not going to be able to handle it on your cock.

All and all I love this little toy, it goes on the recommended list for sure. It seems as though there are endless ways to enjoy it.

Look for Michelle BLAM!’s review in our next issue. We’d also love to hear from you if you’ve tried it. What do you think? How does it work with penetration? Have you tried it on a penis? Let us know! Write to us at submissions@blamblam.com, subject Product Review-Name of Product.

Hello Everyone,

We just wanted to update you all on the audition date and time for BLAM!
BLAM!s HUMP film. Details:

Sunday, September 7th at 1 p.m.

The Center for Sex Positive Culture, in the Annex.

1602 15th Ave. W., Seattle, WA

www.sexpositiveculture.org

Here are the roles that need to be filled:

EMILY {lead lady, must have acting skills, makes out a bit}

GUY ELEVATOR {delivers some lines, make out with girl}

GIRL ELEVATOR {make out with guy}

BELL BOY {delivers one line, takes luggage}

FOYER MAN {making out with woman}

FOYER WOMAN {making out with man, exposes a boob}

GREETER {delivers lines, naked with a boner}

TODD {delivers lines receives oral sex from Sally

TED {delivers lines, gives Sally oral sex, has doggy style with Sally}

SALLY {delivers lines, Sally gives Todd oral sex, has doggy style sex with
Ted}

WOMAN W/DOG 1 {in sexy outfit holding leash}

DOG 1 {almost naked on all fours on leash}

WOMAN W/DOG 2 {in sexy outfit holding leash}

DOG 2 {almost naked on all fours on leash}

GUY IN CORNER {Emily straddles and they make out}

WOMAN ON PLATTER {naked and garnished}

WAITER W/ PLATTER 2-4 {topless bringing in girl on platter}

EXTRAS ORGY {people, couples, triples doing whatever they want…sexually}

EXTRAS BANQUET {just hanging out eating/drinking at banquet table}

If you have not done so already, please email me which roles you’d be
interested in filling.

Another important thing to note is that most of the shooting will happen on
Sept. 13-15 during graveyard hours. The elevator scene will be shot on the
16th. We are locked into those dates due to our deadline. So, you’d have to
be available during those times.

Thanks so much! Let me know if you have any questions.

Hello Lovers,

Please take our survey to let us know more about you and your sex life. It’ll help us out tremendously, it’s completely anonymous and FUN!

http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=SOvWk1I8ROSWBO2QoJR8NA_3d_3d

Michelle and I often end up in ridiculous situations and want to share some of that with you.

We were on our way to the Fremont Solstice Parade, here in Seattle, and we noticed a box marked “Adult Only” at a garage sale. We vowed that if they were still there on our way home we’d surely stop. They were, so we did.

Watch at our YouTube page:

http://www.youtube.com/BlamBlamErotic

Last week I went to UW-Bothell to catch the keynote speaker, Dr. Pepper Schwarz, at the Sex Ed Health Fair, held by students. I have seen Dr. Schwarz on a multitude of TV talk shows, news, etc. and was excited to meet her in person and pawn off to her our smut rags!

Her talk was really interesting and she got good feedback and participation from the attendees, who were mostly women.

Her topic was: Why Are We Afraid of Sex?

She says that you’d think in a society where 80% of people have sex before the age of 18, our commercials sell sex at every turn and the internet is saturated with any kind of porn that you can dream of, we wouldn’t be afraid of sex. Well, along with that, we have a lot of confusion about sex; mainly due to misinformation, piggy backed onto the guilt people (primarily in religious families) have grown up with about sex.

Here are her points as to why we are so afraid:

1. National Abstinence Programs.

This ties into the misinformation category aforementioned. We are spending over $1 Billion in Washington state alone to TRY to teach kids to practice abstinence. These programs spread false information in hopes of scaring the kids out of having sex. Well, come to find out, however many billions later, that this isn’t working. Kids are still having sex in their early teens and the STI rate is on the increase due to kids not being taught about condoms-how to use them and where to buy them. What they do say about condoms is that it only protects up to 31% against HIV. In actuality is 98%. They also are passing out information saying that you can get pregnant by just touching each other’s genitals. (I can’t even comment on this stupidity.)

Pepper says that we are letting this happen due to our own discomfort of our youth having sex. Swedish and American families were asked if their kids were going to be sexually active would they prefer them to be under the safety of their own roof or not. In the Swedish count, 4 out of 5 said “yes,” they would rather have them doing this in their house so they can be sure that the kids are safe.  Meanwhile, 4 out of 5 Americans, said absolutely “no way.”

2. Our society has a problem with acts carried out for pleasure.

Dr. Schwarz has had to testify in court a lot for varying things related to her “sexpertise.” For example, she found herself in Texas where they were trying to outlaw the sales of dildos. The reason being was that there was no necessity for them. (Sorry, cumming IS a necessity in my life.) How they eventually won the case was by claiming them as medically necessary for women who couldn’t have an orgasm. However, no one even bats an eye at the surge of Viagra in our society, oh, but I suppose that’s not for anyone’s pleasure.

I hadn’t realized the lack of masturbation talk on the TV since I don’t have one, but Dr. Schwarz said that on all the shows she’s been on she usually has a little list of words she can’t say. Everyone on every show, however, is prohibited from talking about masturbation.

Hell, even one of our Attorney Generals was fired for mentioning that kids would be better off masturbating than having sex. Fired! What is everyone’s deal with that? People are scared of masturbating, or just talking about it? Something is going on there. I blame the bible.

3. Homosexuality.

We know this freaks a lot of people out unfortunately. Again, stemming a lot from religion and using “religious doctrine to talk of social policy.” Did you know that the US is the most religious country on Earth? Think about all of that shame and guilt embedded in their minds about sex, and fear, tying back into that topic.

People are afraid of other sexually independent people; look at what the Muslim religion has done to their women, covering up every inch of them.

I guess there was a Papal statement once upon a time stating that women are more sexually charged and in turn dangerous because the vagina was seen as a vessel for the devil to get in. I think the devil could just as easily crawl into someone’s ass.

4. Darker side of Sex-Death and Disease.

Yes, death and disease is scary when it comes to sex, but even more so do to the lack of accurate information, or the spread of it. Condom companies are not allowed to advertise on network television. Think of how much sex is discussed on TV, but you can’t mention condoms, something that could save your life when it comes down to doing the deed. Sad.

5. Incompentence.

Since sex is under discussed (in a healthy format) people aren’t really sure how to have great sex. We have all these messages about it and mainly messages about boobs and dicks being too small and what NOT to do to your lover, we feel insecure and incompetent when the time arrives to be intimate. This year there was a 30% increase in plastic surgery operations and most of those were from women under the age of 25.

6. Fear of our own sexual orientation

Many people are afraid to open up to their desires about intimacy because they are afraid they might not be “normal” or even worse might find someone of the same sex attractive. People feel as though things need to be highly defined as black or white when in actuality most things are a shade of grey. This applies to our sexuality as well. She mentions a book called, “Dude, You’re a Fag” by C.J. Pascoe which discusses this issue with high school boys. Here’s a little link for more info: http://www.ucpress.edu/books/pages/10671.php

Dr. Schwarz is a highly intelligent individual who started sex education classes in her basement at the age of 11, along with her mother’s help. She left us with a few lovely words, saying “we need to talk about sex together to enrich our lives in health and heart, both individually and as a community.”

http://www.drpepperschwartz.com/

It’s that momentous First Hot Day Out in NYC for the year and from the looks of it folks are taking full advantage. How strange it feels to step outside with skin exposed to the air- how light and giddy. During heavy coats-n-layers season it’s near-impossible to believe that anyone has ever exposed their toes to a subway car, ventilated in flip-flops, or bared their ENTIRE LEGS in public. Spring makes me feel like both a puritan and a pervert (as the two tend to go hand-in-hand.. or fingers-on-fly, maybe, ha ha), leaving me shocked and delighted to be part of enjoy viewing the display. And this is just the beginning- it was only in the seventies today. Just wait ’til summer is in full flush, when some brave-lady types wear little more than glorified bathing suit bottoms on the street. It will be hard (that’s what she said) not to stare. Yep, a day like this makes me feel bad for the denizens of always-temperate locales. I imagine the difficulty of remaining un-jaded from year-round flesh parades. THIS is the true reason to appreciate winter- not for hot cocoa or sledding hills, but because it causes us to stay so covered up for so long, resulting in a slow sensuous buildup for the ultimate striptease of spring and summer.
No matter what you’re wearing today, strut your shit out there- you’re HOT!

Here it is, ladies! (See photo of author in post below.) Our first male poet blog post!

Enjoy: 

Inflaming the mind in prayer, in grateful anticipation;

invoke the fantastic feminine flare into physical creation.

Bring her in sexy robes of silk, or an ultra-hot bikini;

breadfruit breasts as milk, delicious, dazzling dakini.

Intelligent with compassion & spicy like Paprika;

skilled in the arts of making love, I call you forth tantrika.

Voluptuous body of passion with sensually strong thighs;

lotus-soft skin of seduction, arched in orgasmic cries.

Shower you with roses, masterfully massage you for hours;

twisting in our tantric poses on a bed of perfumed flowers,

kissing all your sensitive spots, softly nibbling your nipple-ness;

playfully pleasing in aureole action as your firm ass I caress,

your throbbing yoni beckons, woo, firm phallus to slide in;

pouring lush-full Amrita dew, sacred lovers to confide in.

Soaring like angels in our bliss, the passionate perspiration;

no longer two but one, the kiss, of ecstatic infatuation,

overflowing like a waterfall, floating in this joyful pleasure;

waves of ecstasy overwhelm us as we unlock the sacred treasure,

Samadhi, orgasm after overflowing orgasm, pulsing in pure delight;

dissolving into the universe as reverberating rays of rainbow light!

-Sir Mark Bruback C.2008

Our first male blog post! Here’s a photo by Lydia Goolia to tide you over until we put his poem up…

Hellooo kittycats!
Did ya miss me? (Shh.. just say “yes” and nod vigorously to make mama happy. Good kitten.)
What have you been up to since I’ve been out of the action? Or should I say, who have you been up in, hmm?
Now- enough catch-up; it’s business time.
Oh wow.. that just makes me want to add- how hot is Mr. Jemaine Clement of Flight of the Conchords superfame? So much more so to me than his pretty-faced bandmate Bret. Is it the glasses? The meaty lips and heft of brow? The broad shoulders with tartan shirtsleeves coyly rolled to mid-forearm below, adept at surprisingly agile wiggly dances? The monotone robot voice? The way his jeans seem maybe a bit too tight across the groin?
Yes, but I think personally I’ve just always had a thing for sidekicks.. I mean, not to say that Jemaine is the sidekick.. but he kind of is, wouldn’t you say? Maybe I mean the slightly geekier/less “traditionally handsome” of a duo. On the giant Wayne’s World poster on my door in 7th grade, Garth stared out from under a thick layer of my nightly Lipsmacker smooches. I dreamed he was a real person close to my age and not actually 30-something Dana Carvey in a wig. I imagined myself as sexually advanced and highly skilled (instead of a shy 12-year-old who would remain unkissed for three more years and had just recently had the phenomena of “blowjob” explained to her by a giggly junior high classmate)- a slut with a heart of gold who’d deftly pluck the sweet, slightly overwhelmed dweeb’s virginity from him like a ripe tangerine. (I’d get to live this scenario eventually, though with a real live nerd, not a Saturday Night Live character.)
I’ve grown out of this fantasy though- don’t worry. The picture of Dwight from the Office on my refrigerator only bears one lipstick kiss.