Indigo Finds Ways to Use a Waterproof Sheet

Please be aware as you read this that it involves some short erotica scenes. They may not be safe for your workplace, depending on where you work! Photos have been omitted on purpose to help mitigate this risk!

Imagine this. You’re banging a really rad human. They have all kinds of wonderful curves. They are laid upon the bed with their legs open. You can see their loins and feel their wetness. They are ready to orgasm again under your touch. You insert a few fingers into them and push up, finding that gorgeous place that makes them moan. They start immediately, and you drink up every delicious noise that comes from their mouth.

Suddenly, your hand is soaked, the bed is soaked. You awkwardly stumble through the orgasm they have, but the whole time, all you can focus on in the mattress, which was brand new and is now completely wet with their juices. Part of you thinks it is incredibly hot. It will smell like them until you can make time to clean it. But in the meantime, there will be mold to think about. Will the mattress survive until tomorrow morning when they are gone and you can finally get out the carpet cleaner (your best idea for cleaning it)?

It’s not something that happens every day, but it happens often enough for there to be a solution. That’s right, there’s a really great product that can help with this scenario. You get to focus on their orgasm around your hand, and they can squirt all they want. It’s truly a win-win kind of purchase. In case you haven’t guessed, I’m of course talking about a waterproof sheet. I’ve written about them in a number of places because I am a very juicy human and I have used my Sheets of San Francisco more than any other sex-related object I own. Well, aside from lube.

They have a high price point for some people, and I’m not ignorant of that fact. However, there are so many scenarios where a waterproof sheet can come in handy. Just in case you haven’t thought of all the ways they can improve your life, I am here to assure that I have thought of at least a few, and I’m here to share them with you. Brace yourself for some brief, juicy scenes, and a breakdown of the logistics behind them.

Scene 1: Squirting. As outlined above, this particular scene could happen on accident. Someone with a lot of love to give gets you and your bed soaking wet. If it happens enough times, there is a stain, and a faint, lingering odor on your mattress. Not ideal. For the creative bang artist, this can also happen on purpose, with the use of fingers, a dildo, or a lovely fist. After having had an orgasm or two, someone with a vulva who does squirt is more likely to.

I recommend having a waterproof sheet on hand in either scenario. If you know it’s going to happen, you can lay the sheet down beforehand, leaving your partner free to squirt all over. If you aren’t aware it’s going to happen, but suddenly comes up, you can take a brief pause to unfold the sheet and lay it under your partner. Again, they feel free to squirt, and it makes it more relaxed for both of you. This even increases the likelihood that they will orgasm, because they will have less anxiety.

If you aren’t worried about your mattress (how can you not, I mean the things get so gross over so many years, and like partner juices are great, but only where they are supposed to be, and I just love my memory foam mattress so much, I could never leave it like that, but I digress)…

If you aren’t worried about the mattress itself, you might at least be worried about who has to lay in the wet spot after sex. Though I feel that this can lead to shame for some people, I don’t want that. Wet spots are incredibly common, and can be made by any partner. They can consist of vaginal fluid, semen, sweat, urine, spit, or any other number of substances. Though I find that shaming someone over it is harmful, I do understand not wanting a clammy ass while cuddling after sex. So that is the other benefit to a sex sheet. After sex, just pile whatever needs to be washed onto the sheet and bundle it up. Once it’s moved, you leave that space open for aftercare cuddles, or whichever activities more comfortably!

Scene Two: Food. It’s been a long day for mistress. She comes home with sagging posture and bleary eyes. It’s not fair of you to ask her for the usual care you enjoy. Instead, you decide to do something nice for her. You have made up the fruit salad, and the sushi yourself. It’s the benefit to being a stay-at-home husband. Your shared boyfriend is going out with someone new tonight, so mistress is your only concern today. You even asked him to help “set the table,” just before she got home.

It’s carefully planned so that she comes in as he is leaving. You lie there, waiting for them to kiss goodbye, and her to walk in. This isn’t a surprise party. The lights are still on, and the sheet is over the table. You lie there, a little turned on, knowing that this is exactly what she would want to walk into. You can feel a piece of ginger settle on your shoulder blade. The soy sauce is right next to your hip, waiting to be poured into that hollow on your back.

You hear her ask where you are. A brief answer from the doorway and then your boyfriend is gone to his date. She walks into the dining room and beholds the feast you have created. You can see her smile and a sigh of relief. She doesn’t have to make dinner today, even though it was her turn. You try not to wiggle as she pulls up a chair. She pours the soy sauce on your back. It’s cold. Because she’s tired, you can feel her over-pour and it slips down your side to the table. It’s okay, the sheet protects everything.

You were such a good boy today.

There is no secret. I love food play. As someone who loves to play with food and be played with as food, my most treasured possession is my waterproof sheet. It protects my bed, my table and any other surface I want to play on. I can let someone eat whatever they want off me, whether it’s sushi or salsa or fruit or spaghetti. I know that my surroundings are protected. Additionally, as long as the sheet is recently washed, I can be sure that no food will go to waste, even if it falls off the “platter” and onto the table. 

Scene Three: Picnics. You’re out with a lover in a park. Though there isn’t a basket, there is a bag at their side. It has a few sandwiches, some drinks, and one small can of bug spray. The park is empty because it’s not the busy season. You’ve made all the right turns to make sure you’re in an isolated place. No one will interrupt your lunch. Consent to voyeurism is key.

You sit down on a nearby rock, and pull out the drinks and the sandwiches. They are light eating, so it won’t make either of you feel gross, and it won’t weigh you down. Most importantly, you both will feel invigorated for the secret sex you planned. Your picnic spot is a little ways off the path, in a place where you can hear people approach, but you won’t be seen without some creative maneuvering around a few large rocks.

You had a specific vision of riding them in the woods. The ground would be perfectly soft. The moss would be a perfect pillow for them as they watched you ride them. You would resist a little at first, but the orgasm would come quickly, knowing there was even a remote possibility you could be caught at any moment. You flirt a little, but you’re already eager, so it doesn’t take long before the pack and play they are wearing is out. You spend a little time giving them a blow job, just to ease into the sexy actions. But a few minutes later, you’re lifting your skirt and taking off your underwear. They lay down, but the ground is too wet for them to get comfortable. It’s cold, and there’s a big patch of mud in the only flat area.

You bend over a rock instead, and the sex feels amazing. But as you walk away, you sigh. “I really wanted to ride you in the woods.”

This is another situation that a tough, waterproof sheet would have saved the day. Something that would prevent mud from staining clothes, and keep off the grime. Outdoor sex is amazing, but in order to keep clean (and in some cases safe), it would help to have something between you and nature. I have never had grass-crack and let me tell you, it is a blessing beyond words. After your outdoor session is complete, you wrap everything in the sheet and pack it away in a bag. It can be easily washed and there’s no dirt stains anywhere unsavory. Bonus hint: fold it in half before laying it down and when cleaning up, you can unfold it, and fold it in the other direction to keep the messy bits on the inside and not dirty anything else in your bag!

Scene Four: Fistfuls of Fun. He’s been whispering things in me ear all evening. It was a struggle to finish up work in my orifice. I mean office. I hear him suck in air as I come out in my best queer outfit. My black shorts left my thighs almost bare, and my ass peeked carefully from them, rimmed with my lace panties. My calves were bare except for the socks and boots.  I’m not even wearing a shirt. Just a simple black bra underneath my jean jacket. My hair is sloppily put into a bun and my black eyeliner completes the look. The whole ensemble screams “Kiss my punk ass.”

He smiles and pulls me closer. He teases “You look badass, love. It’s a good thing I’m not going for your ass today.” I giggle, internally melting as his hands roam under the jacket.

When we arrive at the dungeon, he pulls out the necessary items. Gloves, lube, a small bullet vibe. He pulls me into a kiss and guides me into the seat in one smooth motion. There’s already a pad down to catch what will inevitably drip from my holes. He nudges me forward a little and lets me lay down. My feet find the stirrups and I hear the vibrator turn on. I’m already wet, but he applies lube to his hand and my labia. It will make things so much easier for both of us.

“Good job, kid. I see you’re already wet for me.”

After attracting a crowd to watch his fist disappear into my cunt, I orgasm hard, ignoring the small murmurs and smiles around me. I moan through the feelings. Afterwards, he guides me down from the climax with soft words and gentle strokes. I lift myself slowly off the medical table. I look back and it is absolutely covered in sweat from my back, and vaginal juice from my cunt. The pad hadn’t covered enough. We now have to clean the whole table as well as me before we can cuddle in the aftercare space.

When banging in public, such as a play party, or dungeon, it’s important to clean up after yourself. It prevents the spread of infections, and just maintains basic cleanliness of spaces. With something like a waterproof sheet, not only do you know that you’re protected from other’s messes, but you know that you’re also protecting others from your mess. As always, it can also expedite the clean-up process. This is especially handy for situations where your play involves some type of sub or dom space. If it does, then you don’t have to delay aftercare. It helps you take care of your partner faster!

Essentially, I find that having a waterproof sheet has been a game-changer for me. It has made scenes possible that I hadn’t even thought about. I know it can be hard to justify the cost of a waterproof sheet. However, with all these ideas, it becomes a little easier. And this is just what comes from my brain. I’m sure that and other readers can come up with other scenarios to use these! I’d love to hear about them!

This post was written in collaboration with my good friends at Sheets of San Francisco. They have a really wonderful set of products, and I would highly recommend checking them out!

Indigo Writes Erotica: Something More Scrumptious

Hello everyone! I’ve been wanting to try my hand at writing erotica for awhile now, and I finally have the opportunity to do so, thanks to Sheets of San Francisco! I hope you enjoy my first try at a food play scene. Enjoy!
Trigger Warnings: Food Play, Sensation play with sharps (but no breaking skin), D/S dynamics

Some dry, uncooked pasta and cherry tomatoes sit on a cutting board.
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I did everything right. I had calmly opened every door as we went to the store and I happily carried the basket full of pasta and sauce. A little cheese, and a collection of spices. When we got home, they watched as I stripped off every garment and put on the apron that I was ordered to wear while I cooked.
It was a simple meal, but Sir had to make sure everything was right. So they didn’t sit at the table in the other room. Instead they pulled a stool in and sat in the kitchen. It was a tease, because I had to move around them to get out all the ingredients, giving ample opportunities to grope my ass. They held my wooden spoon, promising to correct me if I so much as measured the pasta wrong. It was a tease, but they were also keeping an eye on me.
“Oh pup, pay attention, the pasta is boiling over.”
I quickly turned down the burner and stepped away from the stove. I closed my eye and felt the sting of the spoon before I heard it.
“I’m sorry sir.”
“That’s okay, pup. I’m sure it was an accident. I just don’t want you to be so careless with my dinner. Or my dessert.”
They bit my ear and gently rubbed where the spoon had landed, reassuring me that it was all okay, that I was still within their power. I sighed and tried to grab the pot of pasta. It was time to drain it. But they stopped me and poured it themself.
“I do not want my pup to burn themself for my sake. I have to keep your skin as healthy as possible, so I can enjoy my dinner plate. I’ll finish this up, it’s time for my plate to be washed.”
They quickly patted my head and gave me a kiss. I could see their cock beginning to harden already, and I was proud that I put on a good show. I went to the bathroom and began to shower. I had to be extra careful this time because I wasn’t just getting clean for myself. I was getting clean for a dinner guest.
It took about 30 minutes for a thorough wash. I was enjoying how the water felt, but I knew that Sir would not want me to dawdle too long. Teasing was one thing, but waiting was another. I toweled off and left the bathroom, not bothering to put on a robe. Earlier that day, we had already placed waterproof sheets on the bed and laid out a few toys for the scene.
Sir was already waiting near the bed.
“Good work. I’m thinking that perhaps I should call you something other than pup today, since it’s such a special occasion. I was thinking Cupcake. It makes sense, because you’re going to be my dessert today.”
I shivered under their touch and feeling their words over my body. I was already being fucked in their imagination.
“Come on, Cupcake. Lay down on your stomach, and I want you to look at this chair here.”
The dining table chair had been moved over to our sleeping area and I laid down, with my head to the right. It would give me a good view if I strained my neck a little. But I stayed still for now, because Sir did not give me permission to look. They had already taken off their shirt, and I could see their breasts moving as they brought over a few pieces of cheese and sat down.
Some brown bread and a wedge of swiss cheese sit on a cutting board. It's a top view of this.
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“Cupcake, I’m going to make you a deal. I’ll place one piece here.”
I felt a slice rest on my neck, touching the base of my skull and the crook where my shoulders met my neck. If I moved even a little, it would fall. I knew immediately what was going to happen.
“If that piece falls, I will have to punish you. It would be a shame, since I was so nice to have this appetizer while the pasta cools.”
I smiled and kept myself still as they places more pieces onto my shoulders. This is where the appetizer area was. I saw them sit down, spreading their legs just a little. I had one glimpse of their erection before I felt a cold piece of metal against my spine. A small fork.
Sir trailed it up and down my spine a few times, teasing me with the points. I felt a pressure on my shoulder and then one piece of cheese lifted from my shoulder. I heard a gentle sigh of enjoyment and some chewing. The fork resumed it’s teasing, trailing over my shoulders and back. Occasionally, it made a pass across one cheek, and I would softly gasp.
“You’re being so good, Cupcake. Don’t ruin it yet.”
I felt one hand touch my cheek, where the spoon left a red mark. A reminder of what happens when the serving platter gets above it’s station. Another piece of cheese lifted. It was hard to tell how many were left.
“I’ve never had cheese so fresh and so delicious. I’m surprised it didn’t melt onto you because you are unbelievably hot today.”
“Thank you sir.”
I felt that pressure again, and this time it came with a little pinch. I sighed as the cheese left my shoulder.
“Sir, I think you might have pricked me.”
I used my jaw as little as possible so as to not fail at my one task. I knew sir would still expect me to be a good platter until we confirmed skin was broken.
“I’m sorry, Cupcake. There’s no blood, just some indents from the fork. Should we stop, or are you okay?”
“I’m really great, Sir. Please continue enjoying your meal.”
I smiled as one more piece of cheese disappeared. We were getting close to done with this course and I could feel it because Sir spent more time with their hands on me than with their fork on me. I felt them lean into the bed. Their tongue ran up my shoulder and I felt their teeth close around the last piece right next to my ear. They stayed there and slowly chewed and swallowed. I was surprised to notice how much that sound turned me on. I had been wet when I lay down, but now I could feel it slipping from between my labia.
“You did a great job, love. I know how wet you are right now. Since you were so good, I want to reward you. You’re going to get to come for me.”
I shivered but didn’t move. I wasn’t sure what Sir wanted, but I was sure it wasn’t for me to move. And that’s when I felt their leg on mine. I could feel one foot hook at my knee and pull my leg over, exposing my holes to them.
“How are you feeling today, Cupcake? Should I avoid anything? Any hole in particular?”
“No, Sir. My pussy is craving your attention though.”
He laughed. “Don’t tell me what to do, or you’ll end up with a punishment.”
I knew I said the right thing, and this was just a little reminder of power. Even though I was going to orgasm, I needed to be reminded it was because of Sir. And it was for Sir. Their enjoyment of me was my reward. It did not take long, either. One hand put pressure into my shoulders, and I felt the other hand trail down my back, touching my anus very briefly, and then a finger slid into my pussy. It normally took at least a little lube, but I was so wet from the appetizer, I didn’t need any today.
I let my hips slide open and moaned deeply as another finger slid in, followed by a third. I felt their thumb on my clit. How were they getting that angle? It started soft at first but with a moan, it turned into the pressure that Sir knew I liked best. It was too much already. Between being teased while cooking, the play with the cheese, and the pressure on my torso from their hand, I came fast. It wasn’t a large orgasm. It would take a bit more than a thumb for that, but Sir was pleased anyway. I could tell from their breath, and they way they dropped to their elbow as I came under them. They kissed my neck gently.
“Good job, Cupcake. Now I can finish my dinner. Close your legs so I can plate it.”
I felt a little lost after they walked away. I was clearly deep in subspace, and needing contact. They returned with two bowls and touched me. They immediately knew I was feeling lost and they place both hands on my shoulder and leaned down to me.
“I’m sorry, Cupcake. I didn’t mean to leave you so suddenly. Are you okay?”
I nodded and finally closed my legs. I felt Sir’s arms on me. The weight was grounding and I immediately stopped shaking. I was back to being the platter Sir deserved.
“I’m okay, thank you Sir. Please enjoy your meal.”
A plate of spaghetti with red meat sauce and cheese on top. There is a fork being pushed into the spaghetti.
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They planted a kiss on my head and I could briefly feel their breasts warm and soft on my back. Then they pushed away. The next weight was a cold circle of a bowl on my shoulders. And then warm pasta was set right into the small of my back. The bowl was switched out, and I felt some liquid trickle onto my sides. The spaghetti sauce. It had been made with Sir’s recipe, with their eyes watching my every move. Now, they would enjoy it off of me.
I kept very still as Sir undid their belt buckle and lowered their pants to the floor. I felt a bit more liquid trickle from my vagina. I had done such a good job that Sir’s cock was hard. I could see how they struggled, wanting to fuck me, but also wanting to torture me. I knew Sir was strong enough to resist their urge.
And then the fork was back, trailing over my skin. I felt it dig into the pasta and every noodle moved over my back. It tickled me, and teased. I felt a little sauce move out of the hollow and trail down my ass. It tickled a little, but it didn’t get far before I felt Sir’s tongue lap it up. I giggled as I felt his tongue flick over my asshole. It hadn’t gone quite that deep, but the clean up was thorough.
“Oh, fuck Cupcake. I can’t take anymore. I need your holes right now.”
“Yes sir!”
Their hand pushed the remaining dinner off of my back onto the sheet, and I felt the sauce smear over my skin. A little ran down my hip and under my belly. I felt them climb onto the bed and opened my legs. Their cock was right between my cheeks, teasing a little. I knew that they would choose my vagina because they didn’t grab a condom. Being fluid bonded only went so far. I lifted myself to my elbows, and arched my back, showing my eagerness.
“What a waste.” I barely murmured it, but Sir caught what I said.
“Oh, Cupcake, I knew you would say that. Don’t worry. After we make a mess, I’ll watch you clean it all up. In fact, here’s a bit now. Have a snack, love.”
I felt a stray pasta run up my side and over my shoulder. Their fingers pressed the pasta into my mouth and I happily sucked it in, getting a little sauce on my chin. As the last bit of noodle disappeared, I felt their cock slide into me at last. It was good to be fat and fucked at the same time.
“Oh gods, you are so hot, pup. I love your curves and your ass.”
I felt hand smear more sauce across my back and Sir leaned their full weight on me. I felt their hair hit my shoulders, and I shuddered again. The weight of their body pushed their tits against my back. They growled in my ear, which told me how much control they had given up. I was no longer their platter. I was a pup.
I growled back and felt their teeth sink into my shoulder as they thrust harder into me. I whined and lifted my ass, letting them go as deep as possible. They held their bite into my shoulder, and grunted loudly. I could feel their orgasm coming, and I was eager for them to come.
“Oh please sir, come for me.”
“You got it, pup.”
I moaned loudly as I felt them shudder above me and they came into me. They thrust hard for about 10 seconds, before slowing down and finally they collapsed into my body and I lowered myself into the bed.
“Fuck, babe. That felt amazing. Are you okay?”
“Yes, pup. Did you come?”
“No, sir. But I feel more than satisfied.”
“I’m glad. Once I recover a bit, I’m going to finish my dinner. With your help, if you like. And then I would like something more scrumptious.”
We smiled as Sir pulled a noodle off my back and lowered it, bottom first, into my mouth.

Indigo Creates a Sex On the Go Kit!

10 out of 10
Pairs nicely with soylent. It can travel with you, replace a usual stay-at-home meal/drink. And it’s just plain smart to have on hand.
I once saw Bex mention a safer sex kit that they have, and though I had never heard the term before, I immediately knew what was in theirs, what every safer sex kit should have, and what mine should include at all costs. And so, with a lack of funds, I began to slowly build one. I had some condoms from Woodhull that I put into my purse and that was the first step. It wasn’t enough for me, though. What happened if I met a nice vulva-owner who needed my face? What if I met someone with a large toy collection that they needed me to conquer? What if I found someone who wanted to fist me?
I realized that my paltry few condoms were not only useless in these situations, but I was giving into the patriarchy. I was raised as a woman and the expectation that all I needed for “sex” was a condom was inherently erasing my sexuality. So this Christmas, when a good friend of mine asked what I wanted, I happily requested a make-up bag from her company. I had some choices of color, and I went with a subtle black exterior, and a bright pink interior. It was perfect. She made me talk to her family about what it was for too, which made my educator heart soar!
So what did I know was going in this bag? Well, let me take you on a delightful tour of my Safer Sex Kit!
There is a black Sheets of San Francisco Funsheet spread out. On top is a collection of lube samples, condoms, dental dams. There is a small black make-up case next to them, which is opened to reveal black of black gloves and more condoms.
Why yes, I have mentioned condoms already, but let me elaborate. I’m lucky enough to live near a sex shop that has a full wall of single condoms with a wide variety of traits. They have non-lubricated, non-latex, colored, and varied sizes. So I went wild on this wall. I collected an assortment to fill as many needs as possible. I now have at least one of each kind (though often more), so I know that no matter what allergies I meet, I’m covered! I even picked up some colored condoms for fun (because though I’m an adult, I’m still a little at heart).
So I really like variety in my sex. I don’t just want a partner to shove a dick in me and have at it. I like dicks, and PIV (Penis in Vagina) certainly has a place in my usual sex repertoire. However, what if I want anal? What about warm-up? What about just good, old-fashioned finger banging? Well, I’ll need gloves for that. Since I know myself, and will probably want them for butt stuff, I went all out and picked up some black nitrile gloves from my local Homo Home Depot. I wanted the black to hide any potential (insignificant) flecks, which sometimes happen with butt stuff. I also picked up nitrile because latex allergies are incredibly common. (I actually may be allergic, which has shown in my use of latex gloves, but condoms have never bothered me. My body is weird.)
Dental Dams
Yes, I love the vulvae I meet, and I want to be able to pleasure them with my face, as long as the owners of said vulvae also want that. So I have some dental dams in my bag as well. Now, I know it’s possible to cut a condom and use it as a dental dam, but I won’t always have scissors, so I’m definitely glad to have the dams I do. I had to choose from the flavored ones because that was all my store had (I was so upset). If I do have sex with someone who has an allergy, I’ll have to find some scissors and cut up a condom after all. However, for all the other vulva babes, I’ll be set.
So along with a wall of condoms, the shop I visit also conveniently has a wall of lube samples. Small packets of lube that are single use. Almost every sex store has a selection of these, but my local shop is the best and has a huge variety (yes, I am biased). I went in one day and spent about $10 on lube samples for my kit. I bought some of the fun flavored ones, but I also picked up silicone for on-the-go fisting, as well as water-based and organic lube. Again with the “at least one of each” method. Having a variety is important so that none of my partners have to compromise their health just to bang me.
A black make-up chase with a quilted texture is sitting on a black Sheets of San Francisco Fun Sheet. Beside the bag is a small black vibrator.
Bullet Vibe
So I like to have a little small bullet vibe because my clit is really picky about the type of stimulation it gets. I often find that I don’t want others to touch my clit, but to focus their attention on the actual penetration, or other acts. As a result, I like to have a bullet for me to use. In particular, I love the Fun Factory Bullet. It’s a very hard plastic, so I can apply the pressure I usually need to get off. It’s rechargeable as well, so it’s incredibly rumbly for a bullet, and I’m being nice to the environment!
The Biggest Item of All
Now, I don’t always know what will happen when I have sex on the go, but usually if there will be penetration, there will be a lot of natural lubricant produced. My body is really juicy, as I’ve mentioned before. So with my Sex on the Go Kit, I needed to have something more than just barriers for my partners. I need barriers for my environment too.
My local club uses puppy pads, which are just around for anyone to use. I loved this idea because it’s something I need for every scene that involves penetration. However, though this is good for a club, I wanted to reduce my impact on the environment because that’s very important to me. So instead, I use a waterproof sheet.
In my case, I use the Sheets of San Francisco. I love this sheet in particular for my safer sex kit because it folds up small. Unfolded, it’s 84″ x 100″ (that’s more than 7 feet by 8 feet, for those counting at home), but it folds to less than a cubic foot! It holds up to wear and tear, and it’s safe to be washed, so I always know that if something comes home with me, it will get washed away. My small items live in the make-up case and that acts as sort of a small, emergency kit. But it’s rare that I take just that kit. Instead, I’d much rather have a small tote with that kit, and my fluid-proof sheet.
Even though my Safer Sex Kit has expanded past my make-up case, it’s more than worth it to have all my bases covered (heh).

Indigo Tries Sheets of San Francisco

10 out of 10
Pairs well with a Gin and Soda. Clean finish, if you get what I’m saying.
So I was offered to review these sheets at Woodhull directly from Sheets of San Francisco, and of course, I jumped on the opportunity because we all know how much I can make a mess on my sheets once I get going. I was really excited to finally have a barrier between me and the mattress. Not to mention, that I wanted something to try food play with. I’m a slut with variety, after all!

Indigo's Bed with a black sheet on top. Four sex toys rest on top of the sheet.
With fun cameos from my Tantus Supersoft Vamp and Destiny, the Fun Factory Dolly Bi, and a Fun Factory Tiger (G3;now unavailable)!

I have acquired the Flat Sheet Plus, but they also have a fitted sheet, as well as this printed sheet for a bit more.
The sheets come folded in a box nicely. It’s simple enough to open, unfold and immediately begin playing. The box has some information on it, but it’s minimal. Additionally, the sheets are rather nondescript themselves. They don’t look or feel like normal sheets if you actually look, but if someone glances into your bedroom as they pass, it would be easy to write these off as just a very interesting choice in sheet color. However, if strangers got any closer, or (heavens forbid) touch it, then it would be incredibly clear what these sheets are to be used for.
What I mean isn’t negative. These sheets feel very rough and strange on the bottom. But on the top, they are silky. It reminds me of a very smooth silicone toy. I suppose in some ways, you could see it as that. The top gently caresses my skin when I lay on it. I love laying down with a partner and feeling that against my back during a play session! There’s a nice bonus with the material in that it isn’t slippery at all. Though my sheet is not a fitted sheet, it stays in place easily, making play extremely clean without much extra fuss.
A landscape view of Indigo's bed with a black sheet and four sex toys on top. There are blue blankets piled in the background.
With my personal blankets piled gracefully.

Once the play is done, it’s really easy to pick up the whole sheet with toys in the middle and move it! Then the space is clear for after-care and other activities. Later, I can come back, sort and wash. It’s seamless in a lot of ways! I’ve washed it a couple times since I got it (about a month ago) and it’s shown absolutely no wear or tear!
There are only two complaints that I have about this sheet, and they are very minor: Firstly, there are no washing instructions. The only thing on the tag is those universal symbols used as shorthand for washing instructions, but I don’t have those memorized, so I wish they had it with words too. I have to go to their website every time to check how to wash this. The good news is their products are all washable and dryer-friendly (on low). The only thing I have to look for is whether it’s safe to iron. I don’t care about wrinkles, so this isn’t my problem. It might be for you.
Secondly, since there’s no amount of absorbency in the sheet, I often find my back covered in ejaculate and sweat. It’s not very sexy to be wet during play from these things. I sometimes feel like I’m laying in a puddle as I’m having sex. There’s no problem if that’s your desire, but for me, it feels strange. I wish there were a way to have the top be slightly absorbent to help whisk away some of that moisture.
Overall, these sheets have been a great addition to my bedroom. I use mine extensively, and I would highly recommend for some easy clean up. They feel great, do what is advertised and they wash easily.