Author: Cooper S. Beckett

I have this weird expectation of grief that I first realized way back in junior high. Oddly it was a Simpsons episode that showed it to me. In season 2, there was an episode (One Fish, Two Fish, Blowfish, Blue Fish) where Homer may have eaten poisonous fish at a sushi restaurant, and then is given 24 hrs to live. The next morning, when Marge wakes up. She bolts up in bed, asking “Homer?” to an empty room. The quick pull back from her face reveals a wide expanse of room, with only her. This image has stuck with me…

Ophilia and I were chasing the squirting orgasm. Perhaps one should never “chase” such things as it can cause undue pressure, but she wanted to see if she could have one and I wanted to do my best to facilitate that. Since the beginning of our relationship we’d been using “brute-force” g-spot orgasm toys, namely the nJoy Eleven and nJoy Pure Wand, with O preferring the Eleven because, well, she likes feeling full. We’d not achieved the explosive (expulsive?) results we were looking for, and I fear she may have started thinking that it just wouldn’t ever happen. Then the…

It’s really been a year, hasn’t it? I know I’ve been quieter than usual, at least here on the blog. I’ve been outspoken to the point of blithering loudmouth elsewhere, though. Including a misguided, if impassioned, attempt to reign in someone trolling in a Trump hat on election night at #SSDesire. 

It’s hard to divorce the word Vesper from Vesper Lynd, the very first Bond girl, and the one played fabulously by Eva Green in Casino Royale. I suppose it’s fitting that this vibe is surprisingly classy. I say surprisingly because, while I’ve met and experienced many a vibrator in my time, including some of the highest end the industry has to offer (if you don’t include the batshit foolishness that is LELO’s gold vibrators…who the fuck needs that?) I don’t know that I ever would’ve considered one classy. Like the drink that Bond makes up on the spot, and subsequently…

When you’re hanging out with author, educator, all around brilliant fellow (and butt guru) Charlie Glickman, and he leans over and tells you that he’s working on developing a new butt plug, you take notice. At the mention of a Charlie Glickman developed plug, he had my curiosity, upon arrival to find it with rotating beads in the stem to simulate a rimjob…well, b-Vibe got my attention. As sex and toys have gone rather mainstream lately (disclaimer: I’m not kidding myself into believing that there isn’t still a real and present danger for anyone working with sex toys, and sexuality,…

This project has been unlike any other I’ve thus far undertaken. A Life Less Monogamous began its life as a screenplay I wrote back, in my early days of swinging, pre-Life on the Swingset and other nonsense. Over the course of my time “on the swingset” I’d noodled around with the first five thousand words of this manuscript. With deadlines mounting for an as yet unfinished project, a prescriptive tome entitled The Big Book of Swinging, I searched for something, anything, to distract me, and came upon the first chapter of this story. Liking it quite a bit (it’s only…

What day is today? It’s Life on the Swingset’s birthday! What a day for a birthday! Let’s all have some cake! Weren’t we just here? Didn’t we just do this? The myth that time moves faster as you age I think is just that. I think it’s that we see more, do more, are busier, lead lives bursting at the seems with stuff. I certainly do. Sometimes when my life is full, it’s to be a distraction, as I suffer from very real depression at regular intervals. Other times my life is so full that I can’t even take it,…

Well, the holiday season is here. Whatever holiday you’re celebrating, even if it’s just the celebration that this year is almost fucking done, it’s not a bad time to buy someone you love, or like, or just want to fuck until they can’t walk straight, an awesome sex toy. Every time I go to a sexy event, or play date, or brunch, I bring toys, and because I’m a hoarder of sorts, I can’t narrow things down and wind up bringing a full on rolling suitcase full of them. That said, there are some toys that get requested more than…

Beyond asking that you go buy all of the things over at SheVibe, I don’t think comment is even needed. Thank you, SheVibe, I’ve always felt that you should always be yourself, unless you can be Indiana Jones, then always be Indiana Jones.

Ollivander couldn’t have picked one better, atop his rickety ladder, sliding out a long thin box and handing it down to me. This is it. This one. This wand. Back in the day, the original Hitachi Magic Wand was the untouchable pinnacle of vibrators. Strong, reliable, competently brute force. “We’ll get that orgasm outta ya!” But that day is long since passed, and the quality and variety of vibrators have never been higher. Couple that with Hitachi deciding that they don’t want to be the “Kleenex” of vibrators. They were sick of people reaching for “My Hitachi” to buzz one out.…