Thursday, December 31, 2009

Silk & Fishnets...


Thank you to my new hot girl crush Aurore for her assistance with this photo.
(I know the theme is supposed to be your favourite from the year - but since I really didn't have many to work with, I chose to insert a new one...)

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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Yes, This is What I Want: Naughty Words...




One of my requirements in my imaginary slave (am still accepting applications btw) is that he can talk dirty to me. (No, I refuse to embed a Poison video - Moulin Rouge has a touch more class, don't you think?).

I want a man who can articulate his needs and wants...because nothing makes me hotter than someone telling me exactly how I'm making them feel at that precise moment, and even better- to tell me what they would like to, and plan to, do to me.

Has anyone ever seen Exit to Eden? A terrible movie, but it has one scene that always struck me. They're trying to teach the women to let loose with the dirty talk, and one woman felt very risqué in saying "put your thing in my thing."

I want someone who's not too shy to tell me all his fantasies. And to not be shocked when I whisper in his ear in a restaurant booth how I want him to slip his fingers under my skirt and get me off right there, because I'm not wearing any panties and I'm already hot and wet...
(Even better if he'll follow through with it).

Far too many of the men I've been with have been practically silent in bed. Seriously? Where's the feedback? The appreciation for my work? If you're not up to composing naughty sonnets, then at least a moan or two would be nice.

Silence? In my mind? Not golden.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Pleasurists #57

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by Perry Gallagher


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Presence
Come what may..
While I waited
Caning Before the Movies
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Give In
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The Mummy Returns
Finding Power Through Play
Marked
Microfantasy Monday 24

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Spanksgiving
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December: Month of the Rant
Less is More
That's My Cervix!
Femme Invisibility
Are You Just Kinky or Is It a Lifestyle
Baby Steps and Giant Leaps
Cyber Sex

Erotic Writing

Friends with Benefits
Restraint
Prolific
The Tease
Cock. Confession #386
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Blinded and Bound
The Little Things...
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The Witness
Quiet and Still
Giving and Receiving
Beasts in the Bathroom
Fixation: Touch
The Pussy Eating Challenge
An Oceans Release part 1
MFM: Etiquette
Office Party
Daydreams & Distractions Droit de Cuissage
Tant pis
Toys, toys, toys
Revenge (Pt. 1)
Gush
Claiming: Assume the Position

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Barely Naked Thursday


Guess who has a fun new pair of stockings to review for Eden Fantasys?

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Twinkling Heat


He told me would be leaving soon - a better opportunity had been offered to him, one he would be foolish to turn down.

I could feel my heart stop and my loins grow cold. All that time fantasizing only to find that within days, the object of my desire would become no more than a distant memory.

It was all I could do to keep myself from stomping my feet in a childish display of devastation. Suddenly I realized how ridiculous it was to live life so cautiously. Why had I never at least tried to glean some sense of interest or attraction from him? Why did I insist on living in my head?

I feared that he would be gone when I returned from the holidays, so concluded that there would be no other opportunity to let my feelings, however wanton they may be, be known.

On the last day before everything shut down I went to his office. The receptionist had decorated the area in an attempt to be festive. In the dim glow of the twinkling fairy lights I made him my offer. Not with words, but with actions.

He had greeted me cordially, looking slightly puzzled at my unexpected appearance in his doorway. I imagine I may have looked a little feverish and even crazed - so concerned was I that I might never see him again. I glanced behind me and shut the door. No need to put on a show for anyone who may still be lingering.

I presented myself to him as if to a king or god. An offering of a (somewhat tainted) sacrificial virgin - a trinket meant to divert, and hopefully please him at his whim and then be tossed aside.

I saw the shift in his eyes and stance as he grasped what was being placed before him. No longer was he the sweet, cordial co-worker. He had transformed into the beast.

He ordered me onto my knees in front of him - and of course there is no where in the world that I wanted to be more. He gently pulled my hair back and out of the way, then gave it an abrupt yank - further inflaming my passion. I could feel my hot juices pouring out of my throbbing cunt simply from that one gesture.

I undid his belt and zipper and tore down his pants and boxers - raking my nails down his thighs as I did so. His grip tightened on my hair and he let out a gasp. Then I took his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked as if it were my only nourishment in a sea of starvation.

I licked down his long hard shaft and drowned in his musky odor. Simply having permission to offer such ministrations was intoxicating.

I gripped the back of his legs and he arched his back against his desk. I could have gone on for hours, sucking his balls, teasing his cock's head with quick little flicks of my tongue, fucking him with my mouth...

Suddenly he yanked my head up by the hair and slammed me against the wall.

What bliss. As if he were reading my thoughts.

He ordered me to take off all my clothes before thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I quickly shed everything I was wearing and took off his remaining clothes for good measure.

He was all over me. One had yanking my hair back so hard my back arched. His mouth and teeth on my nipples, sucking and biting. And the other hand? It reached down between my legs - his thumb rubbing my clit, with a few fingers reaching inside to fuck me.

He drew back and took his cock in his hand - then slapped my dripping cunt with it - sending spasms throughout my entire body. He rubbed it back and forth across my slit as I moaned and shamelessly begged him to fuck me. Now. I could barely see straight - all I knew was what he was doing to my body.

He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he plunged into me. He carried me over to his desk and lay me atop his books and papers - my legs still around him as the thrust into me. He fucked me hard and fast the way I needed it. Our moans and grunts were no longer subtle - there would be no disguising what was going on if anyone was outside the door.

But all I could see from the crack below the door was the soft flicker of the twinkling lights...

Read on to see what my other dirty darlings are doing by the twinkling lights...
Amy:http://www.moresexchocolateandredlipstick.wordpress.com
Gray - http://mygrayline.blogspot.com
Veronica: http://anothersuburbanmom.blogspot.com
Dangerous Lilly: http://dangerouslilly.com
FG Sakes: http://fgsakes.blogspot.com/
Topaz: http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com
BDenied: http://cuckold-husband-bdenied.blogspot.com
Salt and Pepper @ http://cellobiscuit.blogspot.com
Ronjazz: www.ronjazz.blogspot.com
Hubman:http://hubmanshangout.wordpress.com
Petal: http://secretlifeofaslummymummy.blogspot.com/
Autumn http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com
Barefoot Dreaming: http://dreamingbearfoot.blogspot.com

And as always, our delightful hostess Kimberly: http://yourerrantwife.blogspot.com

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Rubber Ducky, You're The One...


...You make bath time lots of fun!



I don't remember ever noticing before just how much Ernie really molests that duck.

The positively delightful (and patient) Jamie at the Adult Toy Shoppe (adult sex toy store) sent me my own little duck. And it did make bath time a lot of fun...

And what thrills me more? I can leave it out all the time. It just looks kinda cute and whimsical in the shower - who would ever guess that it serves another function. (And if they do know, then hey - maybe they'll want to join me for some shower time fun!)

I've seen this toy before, and have always been interested to try it - as I do have a fondness for non-phallically shaped toys. And really, I could never quite figure out just how I would use it - without feeling all weird for de-flowering a duck that is.



So what is the "I Rub My Duckie" all about?

Here are the deets from the website:
- Not too big and not too small, fits comfortably in your hand and is made of smooth, and sensual non-toxic plastic-rubber like material.
- Requires two AA batteries. (Included) (**Can I say how awesome it is to actually have batteries included for once?!)
- Measures 3 inches wide, 5 inches long and 4.5 inches high from the head to the bottom. A screwdriver (not included) is required to open the door to insert the batteries.


- Obviously the toy is waterproof (duh!) and you turn it on just by pressing on it's back.
- There's no obvious switch. It come with one speed of vibration.
- Since it's made of rubber, it's very porous and doesn't clean well, but so far, mine still looks just fine.
- The cost is $21.99 at the Adult Sex Toy Shoppe site, which is cheaper than I've seen it in other places.

So what did I think of it?
Well, I was fascinated with the concept - just how DO you get yourself off with this thing? The packaging encourages use of the tail, the head and beak.

The head does give a different sensation (being rounder) than the tail and beak do.
The vibration is pretty strong, so I can definitely say that I felt no matter what part of the duck I was rubbing all over me.

Obviously this isn't the kind of toy that you would use for thrusting, I think the main purpose is for clit stimulation, and it gives a nice gentle massage as well.

Let's paint a little picture shall we?
I strip down and step into the hot, wet steamy shower. I'm slick and sudsy and touching myself all over. This morning, all I've been thinking about is Leopold, so really, it wouldn't take much to take me over the edge.
I squeeze my breasts and slip my fingers between my legs - who can tell if the heat and wetness is from anything other than the water pounding my naked flesh?
I grab the ducky and pinch it to make it quiver.
The naughty little bird slips its feathers into my nether regions.
It's tails runs over my tits.
It's head and beak nuzzle into my pink folds below.

And how do I feel?
OK.

Le sigh.
The duck was nice. It had a nice vibration to it. And it does offer a few areas of stimulation. But it just didn't do much for me.
I don't know if the edges needed to be more pronounced, or if it needed a stronger vibe, or more options...
I'm not sure, but for me, it was just OK.

I would recommend it in a few circumstances:
1. As a discreet toy you don't have to hide.
2. If you like waterproof toys and want to have fun in the bath or shower.
3. If you are relatively new and/or shy about sex toys, and want something gentle and subtle to try out.
4. If you want to use it as a bit of foreplay with a partner in the shower before getting down to the real action.

I wouldn't recommend this if you are looking for an intense night of hard simulated fucking and screaming orgasm. I just don't think this toy could even come close.

Overall, it wasn't bad. I think the toy did exactly what it promises to do. But for me, I like something that has a bit more of a "Wow!" factor.

Duchess rating: 2.5 stars.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Prolific


She was told to “fake it till you make it.” But she had no idea how the faking it even began. What did such an act entail? She was determined to learn.

The problem was, she didn’t even know how to fake it. What did confidence look like? What about a proper flirtation and coy gesture? Would she even recognize them if she saw them? In order to pull something off even awkwardly, she had to know what precisely she was even attempting to act like….

She dressed only mildly risque for her first time out as she really didn’t expect much. Hell, she didn’t expect this experiment to ever come to anything at all, and wouldn’t have been surprised if it ended after this one evening.

Her dominant sense of propriety was waging epic battles with her wanton desire to prove that she at least had the potential to be slutty – even if she never actually followed through.

She was more than a little prissy in real life. Always dressing properly, and acting as she should. This was mostly out of the fear of being judged harshly behind her back – she lived her life concerning herself with the opinions of others. Rarely did she ever act or speak without reviewing it from a thousand different angles in her head beforehand.

She viewed this all as a social experiment- with the requisite anthropological research to be done to start. First: observe the behaviour of the natives in their natural environment. In this case? A lounge.

She wore a low-cut black top and black shortish skirt. The lace stocking with the backseam and the red high boots were what made her stand out in any way. That paired with the ruby red lipstick sent off a different kind of message. The outfit implied something without outright declaring it.

Maybe she was there for the taking. Maybe she just had a flirty sense of style. Straddling the line, but still safe. As always.

She perched herself at a high table off to the side so she could observe the whole room. She debated about ordering her standard diet coke, but decided to go all out and order a glass of wine instead. A prop really. And a blush wine of course, because really she hated the taste and could only handle it if it was just shy of Kool-Aid flavoured.

Cheesy 80’s music was playing. Not even the songs you normally hear – throwbacks to another, less cynical era. She felt like dancing. That would perhaps get her some attention, but she was far too timid to ever seriously consider it.

This was a neighbourhood bar. Too many common young rowdies in large groups. Not precisely what she was really looking for, but she was too timid to stray further for her first time out. This would do for now.

So she watched.

Groups of man-boys being loud and clearly finding themselves much cleverer and funnier than they actually were. Mostly harmless and watching the TV anyhow. Some kind of sport – hockey. Beer at the table. Not worth her time or ink.

Groups of women unwinding after work. Giggling together. Looking either hatefully at the pencil-thin waitresses, or admiringly at other women’s shoes. They clung desperately and obviously to the hope that someone, Mr. Right maybe would notice them and sweep them off their feet on the spot. There. At the neighbourhood bar. It would be laughable if it weren’t so sad and common.

She was watching for something specific. Something that she wasn’t supposed to see. An intimate private moment that should occur unnoticed by most patrons. Something that you would only catch if you were looking for it, as she was.

She wanted to see the seduction. The moment when a huntress catches sight of her prey. When Artemis finds her ultimately willing victim and reels him in, powerless before her. She wanted to learn from this woman. To see what it was that made her so confident and special and so exquisitely irresistible.

It seemed impossible that such a moment would occur in such a prosaic locale. But perhaps she might find some other comic interludes that she could use as well. Perhaps a reverse how-to?

To be clear, she wasn’t looking to spy or be intrusive – she was merely wanting to learn. What made these women different? Was it in their words? Their look? Their walk, or their smile? She knew that this wasn’t something that could necessarily be taught or absorbed, but perhaps there was something she could take away from her observations. Something that might resonate, and change her in some subtle way for the better.

She hated herself for her caution and silent observations. She wasn’t a part of the world, simply looking at it. Wanting desperately to become something that she wasn’t – a huntress like the women she so envied. But more than that, she yearned for what becoming such a being meant – that she was wanted, coveted, thought of in a completely carnal and deliciously inappropriate way. She wanted an escape from the mundane mediocrity of her life. The constant self-censorship and prissiness. The never ending parade of self-doubt and unrelenting concern about propriety and so-called professionalism. She felt trapped in a suffocating world of her own construction. No one was judging her – not really, yet she couldn’t escape from the tyrannical voice inside her head haranguing her to care about mundanities such as skirt length and email language.

She wanted to be the kind of woman who could induce a man to follow her with just a look. The kind of woman who wouldn’t hesitate to put her tongue in a strange man’s mouth. To “accidentally” rub her finger across his chest. His leg. His crotch. To watch his cock harden in response to the barest whisper of her touch. To be the kind of woman whose body compels men to stare after her – without regard for subtlety or coyness.

She occasionally dreamed of running away to another life – one where no one knew her, and where she could be as wild and irreverent as she chose. The thought of such freedom was simultaneously intoxicating and terrifying – seemingly coaxing her to bite into its fruit.

Incapable of taking such a leap, she chose sublimation. She channeled her frustrations into writing and social experiments. Thrilling by her standards, but tame on most other people’s scales of such matters.

She was done, she had taken all she could get out of this evening.

The bar-tender may have flirted with her on her way out – hard to tell. She found it hard to trust such a thing, as they tend to do that for the tips. But he hadn’t served her, so there was no reason. When she got into her car, all she saw in the rearview mirror were tired eyes. Impossible that she could have thought that she looked OK, and flirt-worthy. She had worked a long week, and it showed all over her face.

She lasted an hour and a half in the bar. Not bad for the first time out, and she accomplished quite a bit in a side project- an unexpected benefit. Being at home always provides a plethora of distractions from such things. Perhaps she’ll find that these forays out into the world might be less painful and dull than she feared. If at the very least, she finished up her other work, then anything else that transpired on the actual social-experiment-side would simply be a bonus.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Sexperty - ITap G-Vibe & Egg

So my darlings over at California Exotics were kind enough to send over two items for review again. They are so thorough! One item focused on the G-spot, and the other on the clit.

The first item was the: iTap G-vibe
Mundane website deets:
Revolutionary new touch sensitive technology • No buttons or switches, simply tap to activate each function • Sleek and seamless construction • 5 functions of vibration, pulsation, and escalation • ABS with Velvet-Cote (PU Cote) • 2 AA batteries • 6”x 1”/15 cm x 3 cm

And the next was the: One touch wonder egg
Deets encore:
Waterproof • Quiet, versatile, multi-function egg designed for solo use or with a partner • 3 functions of vibration, pulsation, and escalation • Easy to use, non-slip grip, push button, one touch activation switch conveniently located on the end of the retrieval cord • Glowing LED light in the base of the egg • ABS with Velvet-Cote™ (PU Cote) • Batteries included (2 N)
2.5”x 1.3”/6 cm x 3 cm

So what did I think of them?

First of all, like most CalExotics products - I love the texture and material of their toys. Both items are made with a
Velvet cote material which is positively delicious on the skin- I just want to rub it all over myself. The material is velvety (obvs!) to the touch, non porous and phthalate-free. You can clean it with an anti-bacterial soap and water, and the best lube to use is a water-or silicone-based.

Now as for the itap? How fun! All you have to do is lightly touch the bottom and it turns on, switches modes, and turns off. It is very sensitive, and before I got used to it, I ended up accidentally switching modes all over the place.

Now the feel? Well, it is HARD. And not in a "Oh Baby, you're sooo hard" kind of way. More in a it-will-bruise-you-if-you-thwack-yourself-with-it kind of way. (Yes, "thwack" is a technical "Sexpert" term now).

The vibe is strong though, and it definitely got the job done. It's relatively slim, so I had no problems with insertion, and even just rubbing it all over got me going.

As for the Wonder Egg?
Well- that one gave me a few more challenges. Based on other reviews I've read, I actually wonder if I didn't get a defective one.

The cute little batteries are included, and screwing on the top is certainly not effortless. But I do like the little touch-button at the end of the cord. However, my egg? Once I pressed the button, it just never stopped cycling through the vibration modes. I actually had to unscrew the top in order to turn it off. And as mentioned above? Screwing it back on is a pain.

However, I asked someone else who was given this toy to review about this problem, and they said that this wasn't an issue for them - so this may just be with the toy I received, and you perhaps shouldn't make your decision based on my one experience.

The vibe itself is very strong, and there are a few cycles of varying intensities. I got stimulated just running it over my panties, so it definitely has that going for it.
On the whole though, I'm not really a fan of eggs - so between that and the annoyance with the power, I don't think I'll be pulling this out very often.

The Duchess's ratings?
Wonder Egg: 1.5 stars out of 5
ITap: 3.5 stars out of 5

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Accepting Applications


Sometimes I wonder if I'm not what people would label as a selfish lover. It's not that I don't care about my partner's satisfaction - on the contrary, my ego demands that whomever I'm with be taken care of, even to the sacrifice of my own gratification.

By selfish, I mean that I get annoyed when men try to prove how long they can last without paying attention to my ultimate boredom, or by forcing me to service them for too long without paying attention to my subtle cues of being "over it." Sometimes I feel it's a form of dominance or ego on their part. Either way, I tend to lose patience with it quickly.

Perhaps it's because this lack of psychic synchronicity implies a seeming disconnect. An apparent disregard in finding a mutual rhythm or shared experience. It implies that each of us has entered into the moment without a common goal.

Even in the absence of romantic love, it seems to me that to people coming together in this expression of lust-filled vulnerability should share a reciprocal sense of what the moment is meant to achieve.

However I find that I often have no interest in seeking out that kind of synchronicity if it simply isn't there. I'm not in the mood to cater to men's egos or be subservient to their needs.

So what is the solution? In the short-term, I think I've found one.

A slave.
For me I mean.

I think I should find myself a man who is completely willing to bow to my desires alone.

I've constructed an ad for such a man - tell me what you think:

Job Description: The main focus of the work will be in satisfying whatever particular need I have that day. Examples of duties may include, but are not limited to the following: full-body massage, nipple sucking, making out for hours, hard fast fucking, painting my nails, feeding/bringing me ice cream, boudoir photography sessions, dressing and undressing me etc.

Qualifications: Will be looking for demonstrable skills in the tongue and hands, ability to achieve and maintain multiple erections over extended or repeated periods in a variety of circumstances, willingness to serve without complaint, not allergic to feathers or latex, a steady and creative hand with a camera.

References: Will be amusing to read, but not necessary. A "hands-on" audition/interview is a must.

While the slave's gratification is not the immediate concern, of course should he achieve satisfaction I will be very pleased with myself for him, and may even be inclined to repeat whichever circumstances caused such an event.

Please forward applications to: peacocksandbutterflies@gmail.com including cover letter and photo.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

ELust #2

Twisted Monk as The Bad Cop

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First. Confession #380

In Defense of Squirting

Forever...

Gender, Buck Angel, and Me

G Spot Orgasms: It's all about the clitoris

Spitroast

They May be Bi, But They're Still Boys

Why I Sometimes Fake Orgasms

Wonderland: The British in Bed

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The Workout (fiction)

I Am Not Clark Kent

Caning

Lips Parted

Curve

She brought her own toys

Rope Bondage: Hemp vs. Mfp

Phew! Another Hole

Hearts

My virginity and how I lost it..

Gift

Spicing it up: Bondage Materials

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20 Questions with Cyd

This Ain't No Disney

A Thank You Note

Vegas Virgins

Sex and Happiness



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The Slut Chronicles #7 ~ I Said No

To Do List

the date

And Your Hands and Your Lips and Your Tongue Tricks

Oh Fuuuck

I Get Around

Sometimes, Love Hurts

In The Dark

Making Up

Quickie - A Good Girl

What I Want You To Do To Me

Hitachi Fun

Her Curves

Carnal

marks she left

Wicked Wednesday: I Love Watching You Watching Me

Birthday Boy

Fucking & Making Love

Thy Mother and Thy Father: A Vodoun Love Spell

What Just Happened?

Happy Birthday Me

What Cums Around

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Straddle


We had a meeting this week, he and I. Plus a few others who only served as an annoying distraction. I found myself struggling not to stare. At his lips. His hands. His torso.

He was in a state of delirious distraction - allowing me more time to sneak surreptitious glances in his direction. He's had a challenging few months, the entire time I've known him really. It seems unfathomable that our time together has been so brief. Thoughts of him intrude my waking hours, making our time together seem endless.

His composure amidst all that work has thrown at him is admirable, and brings out an oddly erotic response in me. I want to wrap my arms around him, and lean his head against my breast. And there, of course, is where my desire to comfort ends, and more selfish desires begin.

Rarely have I fantasized about sex at work - yet with him the two concepts are inextricable. Images of late night meetings in his office...a longing glance...leading to a less-than-innocent massage...resulting in me kneeling before him and sucking away all of his cares.

Most of my infatuations are fleeting - gone and incomprehensible when remembered later. But this one is driving me to distraction. His exquisite body seems to beg to be worshiped and adored, and I am more than willing to do so.

I want to hike up my skirt and straddle him in his desk chair. To lick his neck and nibble on his earlobe as I unbutton his shirt. To rake my nails down his chest and feel his growing erection pressing up against the flimsy silk of my moistening panties. To feel his hands run up against my thighs, under my skirt and slip in between my legs. Forcing me to stand up and remove my underwear - unzipping his pants, releasing his hard upright cock to play with as I choose.

I want to stare into his eyes as I position myself over him. To see that moment of pleasure as I lower myself - my hot wet cunt squeezing his cock and riding it hard. His hands gripping my hips and ass for balance as I thrust up and down. Relentless and taking exactly what I want from him.

Surely lusting after him for this long deserves some sort of reward - and nothing less than this selfish carnal rape will do for me.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Tongue Kissing, Photo Shoots and Pillow Fights


So guess who just booked a trip to meet the seductively fabulous Mlle Aurore?

That's right, for 3 glorious days after Christmas, her and I will be having pillow fights in our underwear, making out with each other and taking advantage of as many men as possible.

Look out Ontario - the Duchess and Aurore are taking over.

So - who's going to be in the area? 'Fess up fellow Canadians.
We want to meet you, make out with you, and take naughty photos with you.

Who's in?

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Pleasurists #55

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Monday, November 23, 2009

Confessional


The vast majority of my posts are either highly polished and edited, or throw-away reviews. It's very rare that I just open up the program and begin writing - but that's what you have here this evening. I occasionally feel that no one who reads this blog actually knows who "The Duchess" is.

I understand that it's a persona that I've put on, and for the most part, people read a blog like this for the fantasy. But occasionally I wonder if anyone can actually feel any loyalty to, or relate with a person who never actually writes in their own voice.

So, this evening, you have a little bit of (topical) truth/confessions from the Duchess. Call it a stream of consciousness in bullet-form.

- I have never in fact kissed a girl. Sometimes I feel that I've missed out on something. And other times, I feel that kind of thought is simply generational. Did women my age 20 years ago lament their lack of intimacy with the opposite sex if they were not actually inclined that way?

- I find shaving my girly bits to be a pain in the ass. I mean seriously. Seriously. There's a LOT going on down there, and having a razor scraping at my pink parts is just not something that I think the Goddess intended. I resent men who demand (or to be honest, even request) it.

- I've only had a couple honest-to-goodness one-night-stands in my life. Planned encounters with internet men don't count in this scenario. For the most part, they were unsuccessful, since they were never with actual strangers. So someone always ended up getting hurt in the scenario. Annoying.

- I've never understood the pre-occupation with breast size. I've had men tell me that women all compare and compete with each other. I was confused about this, and mentioned that I never had. The response? "That's because you've never been in a position to lose Duchess." Oh. Yeah. I have a rack. I could cheerfully lose a couple of cup sizes and be perfectly content. I mean once you get bigger than a B or C - what's the point? Really you just want to fill out a sweater nicely, right?

- I really struggle with my two personae - the Princess vs the Duchess. I over-compensate when dressing for work, out of fear of looking too provocative - so I often borderline on mousy. I want a man to seduce me with words and actions - but know myself well enough to wonder if I would ever really allow it in a spontaneous organic way. The Princessy control-freak in me really takes away the fun sometimes.

- Many of the men I've written about on here truly do exist - but I genuinely have no idea what to do about the ones I touch myself for in secret. I'm in awe of all the blogs I read where you phenomenal women seduce men seemingly effortlessly. I would kill for that kind of confidence.

Alright, that's enough confession for one night.
I would love to hear your own confessions in the comments...

Friday, November 20, 2009

What I Want You To Do To Me


"What do you like?"

So often I am asked this question while perusing the sex sites. Often I will send over a link to this post or that, but I've come to realize that such a gesture is asking them to read between the lines. To understand that I would never write about something that turns me off.

So perhaps now, a year into this blog, I should return to the basics. Just what is it that I really like? What in this world gets me truly hot and wet. What is it that YOU could do to immediately have me quivering and begging you to take me?

Well my darlings, here are some things that I would really like you to try.

When saying good night and walking me to my door, I want to be pressed up against the wall by your hard body. I want you to have no qualms about the fact that a neighbour might walk out of their suite, and simply shove your tongue into my mouth, and your hand up my skirt, fingering my clit. I want you to seduce me right there in the hallway - and just as I'm begging you to take me then and there, you open my door and take me on the floor of my foyer.

I want you to pin me down and ride me hard. I love to have my hair pulled and being bitten. Not quite so rough as to do permanent damage, but I'll definitely take hard and fast over sweet and romantic any day. I'm fine if you want to tie me up and blindfold me too - use my vulnerable body as your playground. I want you to grip my hips so hard as you're thrusting that I have bruises, and can barely walk the next day.

Use your lips and tongue and teeth all over me. I can make out with you for hours. Neck, nipples, earlobe - licking and nibbling everywhere.

Do you want to dress me up like a doll? Buy me some lingerie (have you noticed my wishlist in the sidebar there?) and I'll strut and pose for you. Gloves and feather boas. Bustiers and lacy stocking with backseams. I'll be a seductive package just tempting you to unwrap me.

I want you to worship and adore me. Being ordered about and made to gratify your needs at best needs to be reciprocal. I suspect that I lean more towards the dominant end of the spectrum.

Why don't you drizzle my body with honey or chocolate and lick it off of me? I don't mind if you use your teeth a bit - and please don't forget to spray a bit of cream on my nipples too.

Blindfold me - or I'll blindfold you. Why not bring some ice or feathers into the mix?

Yes that's right. It's not ALL about me and my body. There are some things I'd like to do to yours too.

I want to lick that curve down your pelvis to your cock and suck and lick until your eyes roll back in your head and you lose the capability for all coherent thought. I want to climb on top of you and clamp my cunt on your rock hard erection. I want to give it a fast relentless ride until we're covered in sweat and transported to a realm of erotic ecstasy.

And maybe, why don't you bring along a friend? I can handle having two men worship and pleasure me at once.

Did I leave anything out?
Any takers?