Posh Sex: My Definition

I’m one of those people that obsesses over numbers. I check the Pink & Posh stats continuously all day long, checking what posts are doing well, what sites are our most popular referrers and of course, what searches most commonly bring people here. One of the most popular keyword searches that land people on Pink & Posh is “posh women sex“, right after “holiday fashion trends” and “natural baby cough remedies“.

Of course I get why you would be directed to this site after searching “posh women sex”, but it puzzles me as to why someone would be searching it to begin with. Are posh women having sex some kind of turn on for men? Is it an underground sex scene that I’ve yet to hear of, somewhere between knit fetishes and Macrophilia (the attraction to giants). Anyway, since I’m such a philosophical gal *snort* I decided to put together a short video of what I think posh women having sex would be like.

Yes, I do have better things to do with my time, but this was interesting, leave me alone =)

Seduced by the Sinnflut

This review, which was sponsored by Eden Fantasys, was submitted anonymously and is being reposted with the authors permission. 

Seduced by the Sinnflut – Realistic, rechargeable, and it lasts for 2 hours. What more can you ask for?

By Kiki

Hats off to those who work at Fun Factory, and what a great name for a company! It conjures up images of a Willy Wonka-esque empire, with sexy frauleins and shirtless dudes making sexual stimulants instead of those creepy Oompa Loompas.

Fun Factory’s been responsible for some of my most loved and often used toys. But truth be told — now that I’ve got my hands on the Sinnflut Reality, I haven’t used any of the others. It’s almost the perfect toy. Almost.

Here’s why I heart the Sinnflut – it’s made from 100% body safe silicone. It’s super easy to clean – soap and water do the trick just fine. It’s waterproof. It’s extremely realistic in appearance and size. The Sinnflut is 6 inches long and 1.5 inches wide, complete with ridges and crevices and all — it’s visibly reminiscent of many of my past real-life partners. And best of all, it’s electric! The Sinnflut runs for two hours once it’s charged – none of that battery-powered fizzle out just when you’re on the brink of bliss.

Getting stimulation from the Sinnflut is super-easy – the mini-joystick controller flicks effortlessly between nine speeds and three levels of pulsation, giving you exactly what you need when you need it, at the mere flick of a thumb. Also, it’s nice and quiet – sneaky enough to use in bed next to your sleeping significant other, if need be.

So what are the Sinnflut’s flaws? The docking station is a little funky – it’s meant to be shaped like a vagina, and the Sinnflut stands upright in the station, so that makes finding a suitable hiding spot a bit difficult – this isn’t a subtle sex toy that’s easily hidden. Placing the unit in the docking station without looking is practically impossible. When it comes to stimulation the strongest speed is powerful, but fans of more hardcore vibrators like the Hitachi Magic Wand might find themselves wishing the Sinnflut had one or two more speeds up its sleeve.

So is the Sinnflut worth it? Definitely. This toy measures up to other Fun Factory toys in terms of quality, but the recharge factor takes it to another level. Saving on batteries and not having to deal with replacing them or deal with waning power in the heat of the moment is a huge plus!

“Eden Fantasys is the sex toy shop you can trust.”

 

National Delurker Day and The Post That Almost Wasn’t

I was reading a friends post this morning titled “National De-Lurking Day” and in all honestly I thought it was just another one of her clever blog post, not realizing it was indeed an actual blogging “thingy”. I googled the term and found out that National Delurker Day refers to the day you do a blog post encouraging all your blog readers to comment. Not so much the readers that normally leave comments but the one’s that get off on stalking you drop by, read your post and keep it moving. Since we here at pink & posh have about 1100 subscribed readers now and maybe 2 comments per blog post on average, I thought this would be perfect for us.

Coincidentally I wrote a blog post this morning that was going to remain unpublished, forever, but National Delurking Day made me totally rethink that decision. So here it is, my very first tell-all (kinda) post in seek of your feedback.

The Post That Almost Wasn’t

Occasionally I get a little personal here on Pink & Posh. I’ve written about my cooking skills (or lack of) from time to time, I’ve openly discussed my weight issues, I might have knocked my husband a few times here and there and I’ve even introduced my daughter and her quirky ways a couple of times. It’s been this way for the entire two years that I’ve been blogging, I give some info, but never too much. I’ll let you in, but not all the way.

Ironically, in my personal life I’m pretty much an open book, some might even say that I talk a little too much about my issues, emotions, relationships and so on. But for some reason I was never able to fully open up on the Internet. Maybe it’s an insecurity about by writing skills, a fear of rejection, lack of confidence, maybe it’s a mixture of all of the above. Whatever the case may be, I think I’m ready to tackle it.

Now I’m not saying that you guys are going to be in for a shock, like this extraordinary writer with amazing stories of triumph is about to emerge, but I’d like to give it a shot. I think I’d like to attempt touching on subjects that I’ve only given well-hidden clues about in the past. Experiences such as being a victim of domestic violence or having to watch my mother pass away from AIDS when I was a teen.

Come to think of it, I probably do have a lot of stories to tell, but my main concern is if anyone actually wants to hear them. Do other people really want to know what it’s like to be married to an alcoholic? Will I get shunned for still not feeling like a mother after three years of actually being one? Will I have enough insight to explain why I think my C-Section turned me into an asexual being? If I shared my own stories of drug and alcohol abuse would this scare people away? Should I care?

I’d like to hear your thoughts. Maybe this sort of stuff isn’t what you’d like to see on Pink & Posh? Maybe it is. Perhaps I should finally consider having my own personal blog, to separate the two. Or maybe, just maybe, some things are better left unsaid. It makes me kind of mysterious, don’t you think?

So whether or not you want to hear my sob stories and high glories, leave a comment below. Tell us how you think we’re doing. Want more fab, less drab? Want to get to know all of us better? Wish we’d just shut up already? Dish it out, we can take it.

If I Only Knew Then…

I’m not sure if anyone has even noticed, but I’ve been MIA for the last week or so. I kind of hit a bump in the road (which is all paved now) and it allowed me some time to sit and think about the past, the present and the future. This particular instance had to do with my past — made me wonder if I had made all the right decisions, what I could have done differently and what can be done now to change it all. In the end, I realized that I did everything exactly right and I am right where I am supposed to be in life, but living a life of regret, even if just for a week, brought up some really interesting questions.

The one question that helped me out a lot was…

If I could go back in time and give some advice to my younger self, what would it be? What advice would be given to 19-year old Nicole to maybe help her get through the past 10 years a little less confused?

Now, I’m not really the philosophical type, so don’t expect any life-altering moments here, but these are the three things I know now that I wish I had known then.

1. Fake it till you make it – Be confident,  no matter what! Everyone goes through a little self-doubt at one point or another, but you have to keep on truckin’. This applies to a plethora of things including being confident about you look, how you feel or how you take on the day.
2. Your parents are most likely right – I know it’s a hard concept to grasp as a teenager, it kind of feels like your parents are always giving you bullcrap advice, saying what they are supposed to say and not relating to you as a human, but they are. All the self-help books in the world can’t compare to real life experience that your parents have most likely lived through already. Whether they are trying to convince you that you will in fact one day find true love or they stress about how important education is, it’s all true. You don’t even have to let them know you’re listening, but definitely take heed.
3. Plan ahead – Again, something that can be used in a multiple of ways, whether it’s putting some money aside for a rainy day, pursuing a degree or staying healthy and fit. I know that when your young it seems like you have your whole life ahead of you, which you do, but with each day that passes, a fraction of that “whole” is coming off.  This one I guess is the hardest since it can be difficult to picture yourself in the future, but trust me on this Nicole, you’ll get there soon enough.

So tell me, what would you tell your 19-year old self? Feel free to leave a comment below or blog about it on your own site. I’d love to hear what you wish you had known then…

JibJab Fun: We are the Dancing Queens!

I couldn’t help myself. For your viewing pleasure I present to you…

Elf Yourself, Pink & Posh Style starring @PinkandPosh, @PoshNicole and @MommyinPink

(no elves were harmed during the making of this video)

Now… Go Elf Yourself!

Oh Ship!

This is going to be a quick post, but I need some advice from some veteran moms.

My daughter has a new thing. She says “Oh Ship” anytime something doesn’t go her way such as, not being able to open a tube of paint or breaking a crayon. You know what she’s trying to say. And it’s totally my fault for not adjusting to “Oh Shoot!” when I need to find a quick expletive, but should I correct it? I mean, she’s not saying the real word, so that’s a good thing, but since she thinks she is should I reprimand her now before she figures out that it’s “sh*t” and not “ship”?

Of course, I will do my best to not say “Oh Sh*t!” in front of her anymore, but you know toddlers, they remember everything!

Advice? Similar stories?