Sunday, August 30, 2009

Choose the Duchess's Adventure II

Choose the Duchess's Adventure - continued from here.

We decided to check out the lingerie store close by. Modeling a few outfits to set the proper mood. It all started out innocently enough- me strutting out in a rainbow of chemises and babydolls. But when I came out in the white merry widow ensemble, things changed. Suddenly he was all over me, not willing to even wait for the parking lot.

He pulled me into the dressing room and pinned me up against the wall- kissing me and pressing his erect cock against me. He unhooked the garters and carefully lowered the lace panties- finding himself on his knees in front of me.

I tired to keep myself quiet for the sake of discretion, but as I felt his tongue between my legs, licking and sucking on my clit, I found it impossible to suppress a moan and keep my breathing from turning to hot ragged gasps.

After a few minutes of this, there came a knock at the door. The salesgirl wanted to make sure that we didn't need anything. I recognized the voice- it was the young blonde who had greeted us when we entered. Very pretty and well endowed.

What happens next? Vote in the poll on the side to continue the adventure...

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Choose Your Own Adventure

Sometimes it's simply about the risk. The potential for exposure. For discovery. Perhaps an exhibitionist streak that had lain essentially dormant until he made the suggestion.

Sex in public.

Not precisely in the open, but of course the allure lay in the potential for an audience.

But where to choose? A car in a parking lot? A dressing room in a clothing store? A bathroom stall in a restaurant?

So many possibilities, each enticing in their own way. I got wet just thinking about the idea of it. I could hardly wait to see this fantasy fulfilled.

So my darlings, welcome to the first edition of "Choose the Duchess's Adventure." See that poll over there on the side? You have two days to vote on what the choice should be. I'll offer several options as the post continues and go with the most popular until the climax (pun intended).

Tuesday, August 25, 2009


So, as I mentioned earlier the lovely folks at Pink Sex Toys sent me a wide array of products to try.

So today my darlings? We're going to talk about shaving.

I personally rather enjoy the sensation of being fully shaved. I find that I am so much more sensitive all the time and get wet at the drop of a hat. However, as any woman (and perhaps some of my male readers) know, it's honestly a pain to shave 100%. There's a lot more surface there than you realize, and you have to be rather careful to not cause any damage to your pink parts.

I've shaved with a variety of shave gels, with varying results. (And no, my darlings, I will not be posting photos of the results of this product review- thanks for thinking of me though.)

So tonight I get myself all hot and steamy in the shower and tried out my latest gift: Inttimo Shave Kreme by Wet. And since I have an entire fruit basket of clashing products in the shower, I decided to go with the original - unscented version.

And I have to say - it does work. I am pretty skeptical as a rule about shaving products- they are all more or less the same to me. But I can tell the difference with this product. The areas I wanted to be hairless are- and the areas I didn't want to be hairless- aren't.

The gel comes out in a pump bottle and is a pretty neutral colour. The product description claims that it has aloe vera, jojoba oil and vitamin E for your skin. There's certainly no way to verify that - but I have to say, I would be pefectly happy if any number of willing men came here right now wanting to touch my legs. They certainly do feel all soft and smooth and ready to be spread.
(In all seriousness, my legs do feel fantastic and silky, whatever is in the creme is really doing it's job)

I will say though, that $17.99 seems rather pricy to me for a shaving creme. I mean the last one I bought was only $3.99 for the same sized bottle. Perhaps it wouldn't do the job quite as effectively - but I don't know if it's realy $14.00 worth of difference.

Now for those of you who don't have a produce section in your showers, you might be willing to go a bit more exotic with the product. There are two other scents - "Romance" which is a cedar wood and patchouli scent and "Forbidden Fruit" which is berry scented. There are also men's shaving cremes as well as massage oils in this brand.

Overall, I give this product 3/5 stars.

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Sunday, August 23, 2009

I Popped My Pink Cherry...

The positively glorious Nancy at Pink Cherry.Com Sex Toys made a Duchess's wet dreams come true the other day by sending me a whole box of toys to play with. I cannot wait to tell you all about them.

The first item on the list? The Silicone Intimate Diver Vibe California Exotic Novelties. And first off, ladies - I have just two words for you:

Buy this. (Ridiculously reasonably priced at $29.88)


I'll tell you all the minute little details, but really - I mean it. Go buy this. Right now.
I absolutely meant to save this to the end, after I'd reviewed everything else she sent me, but this toy was just phenomenal - and I felt compelled to tell you all about it right now.

Mundane deets:
Made of silicone, takes 3 AAA batteries, can be cleaned with regular soap and water. The toy is tasteless and odorless, and pretty quiet. The vibe has 3 speeds, with a little button at the bottom of the base - press once for low, twice for medium, three times for Oh My God.

Sexy deets:
Have you looked at the photo? The shape is awesome. I was initially just fascinated because most toys tend to look rather phallic, but this one definitely has method to it. Surprisingly, the vibe end is what you use for penetration and g-spot stimulation. There is a double-ended tail to tickle the clit. With all my other toys, it's the other way around with the vibe used on the clit.

There are also some positively delicious ridges all the way around the vibe end to get some extra stimulation while thrusting. And of course the vibe end can be used on the clit as well- it's a very strong vibe with a dolphin-shaped head.

I used a water-based lube on this the first time, but really didn't find that I needed it too much. (The first time being so successful that I was simply wet with anticipation the second time...)

Less Sexy deets:
I know a review should be well-rounded and say something negative, but I have simply nothing bad to say about this toy. All I can say is that I didn't find the tail to stimulate my clit as much as I would have liked. I did enjoy using the vibe end there.

But this toy? Is quite simply fabulous my darlings. Ladies buy one. Gentlemen - buy one for your ladies.

In Canada? Buy one here.
4/5 stars.

Saturday, August 15, 2009


I looked in the mirror as I waited for him to arrive- anxiously fussing over every minute detail. Did my black lace panties cover enough? Was my silky camisole just clingy enough? Did the satin robe disguise that which I didn't wish to accentuate?

I was prepared to neurotically analyze his every touch, movement and glance. Where did his eyes linger? Why? We as women are experts at the millisecond snap conclusion, whether they were rational or logical conclusions rarely entered into the equation.

Was I not thin enough? Did I really turn him on? Was he fantasizing about someone tighter or sexier? Someone unashamed to greet him at the door not wearing a loosely sashed robe, no matter how alluringly arranged?

I heard his hand on the doorknob and posed enticingly within view.

He gave time to neither analayze nor come to any conclusions- snap or otherwise.

The second he was in the room he slipped his hands beneath my robe and crushed me to him. His lips murmuring soft nothings and his tongue roaming over my ear lobe, my neck, my clavicle...His fingers squeezing my breasts, clutching my hips to his. Were we both naked, he would have been fucking me right there in the hallway.

He tossed away the robe and went back to his explorations- tugging me impatiently towards the bedroom, maneuvering me onto the bed.

I lay on my back and he pulled off his shirt and pants with no care for neatness or concern for how they landed. He climbed up and straddled me, simply looking down - his eyes devouring my nearly naked form. I squirmed with both discomfort at his intense gaze, and with delicious anticipation with what his hands and tongue would do next.

I could see his erection through his shorts, yet I had barely touched him. He claimed to have been thinking of me all day. Of getting home and getting me naked. All he wanted was to run his hands and tongue over every inch of my hot flesh. Just the fantasy of that sustained him through an otherwise tedious afternoon.

Now that the reality was in front of him - my body that he continued to undress as he spoke- he apologised that it would be unlikely that he would be able to take things slow - the first time. However he promised to more than make it up to me the second, third and fourth time.

At that point my insecurities vanished. For one shining moment I saw myself reflected through his eyes. Through his fantasies and his desires. He didn't see an extra few pounds, an imperfect tan, a misplaced freckle. He saw the true woman in front of him.

A sensual, open, wanton creature. A woman perfectly willing to perform any number of unmentionable acts with him. And that? Is sexy.

Care to read the rest of the group? Find out what sexy things they saw reflected?

Pink Vixxxen
Ms Scarlett
Enchanted Mistress
Library Vixen
Adulterous Letch

And as always, our charming hostess: Kimberly

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

The Duchess Memes

Here are the rules:

1. Mention the person (or people) who tagged you - this would be my darling Topaz
2. Complete the lists of 8s.
3. Tag 8 other bloggers and let them know they have been tagged.

8 things I am looking forward to:
- This weekend
- The end of this diet I'm on
- the next email from my latest online conquest
- going to bed tonight
- the next group post on Saturday
- receiving my new toys from both Calexperts and
- my next paycheque
- my next kiss

8 things I did yesterday: (not so interesting due to the circumstances)
- called in sick with a migraine
- slept in deliciously late
- watched a bit of the Empire Strikes Back on Spike
- read a book
- answered work emails from home
- paid for my car insurance
- ate asparagus soup
- called my building manager

8 things I wish I could do:
- have sex tonight
- fit into a size 6
- eat chocolate without guilt
- write better
- drive standard
- see without corrective lenses
- read Jane Eyre without falling asleep
- public speak without freaking out

8 shows I watch:
- Supernatural (As Topaz said, cause Dean is a God)
- Ugly Betty
- Dollhouse
- Lost
- The Mentalist
- Criminal Minds
- Bones
- Buffy/Angel/Firefly on DVD

8 favourite fruits: (I like the classics)
- Apple (red)
- banana
- avocado
- tomato
- grapes (green)
- strawberry
- pineapple
- pear

8 places I'd like to travel:
- England
- Russia
- Norway
- California
- New York
- Quebec
- France
- Greece

8 places I've lived:

Who to tag? Everyone already has done this. So I tag anyone reading. If you do it, let me know and I promise to comment with something absolutely riveting.

Monday, August 10, 2009

People Like My Words...

I've had the good fortune to have some of my posts featured on a couple of sites lately...

The Erotic Woman and Good Vibes Magazine.

Why don't you head over there and show them some love?

Saturday, August 8, 2009


I lay in bed thinking about him, wishing that I wasn’t. Thinking leads to touching. Touching leads to feeling. Feelings lead to associations. The thought of him associated with those intimate touches. So easily slipping into a fantasy of him touching me, rather than the stark reality.

I am alone in my bed, squirming restlessly at the image of him in my mind. Inescapable. Taunting.

It’s true what they say- that there’s a fine line between love and hate. Fortunate then that I wasn’t in love with him. This was merely a crush. An infatuation. A passing fancy even.

But the fine line I was straddling? Not between love and hate – but between lust and decorum. Decency and recklessness. Propriety and carelessness.

I wanted him. Perhaps he knew it. Perhaps he recognized the symptoms. He continued to be as agreeable as ever, yet gave no sign of encouragement. Disappointing.

The passion and unfulfilled lust fueled my anger and frustration. What is at the moment a mere crush, could quickly turn to resentment and rejection. Soon I would become cold and aloof in an attempt at self-preservation.

All this was in my head of course. The possibility exists that he knows nothing at all of my yearning. Surely he would react in some way if he suspected what he became to me at night. Alone. In my bed. How he became my object. My slave. There only to venerate and pleasure me.

It seemed impossible to me suddenly that the acts that he and I practiced in each night would not psychically resonate with him in some way. How as is it that each night for hours on end, he could engage in the most primal acts of carnal violation and not know it?

How could he not sense how intimately and thoroughly and creatively we explored each others’ bodies? I felt that my longing should have crashed over him in waves.

How I wanted to taste his tongue and let my hands roam all over him. That I wanted to experience his arousal. To own it. To create those same associations of lust and heat in his head that he had already created in mind.

Could the universe have such a cruel sense of humour? To gift one person with this sense of passion and heat yet grant the other with obliviousness, or at best neutrality? Surely the gods would plan it better than that. It seemed like such a waste to allow such discordant energies to simply waft into obscurity.

But I sensed no such mystical connection between us. No surreptitious glances from him, nor any heroic effort at self-restraint. He was simply…content as we were. Or so he believed that we were. Or worse, as he hoped that we were. Friendly acquaintances.

Has there ever been a more desolate sounding phrase? Friendly acquaintances. Who in the history of man has ever wished for such mediocrity?

Why wouldn’t you covet surging passion and incapacitating desire? To know that someone longs to enslave you in a state of sublime wanton bliss. How could a person settle for anything less once they’ve experienced that?

But he doesn’t know. Perhaps he’s never tasted it – the knowledge that someone next to him is quivering with licentious ardor and he is the object. That while I smile pleasantly and respond inanely my eyes are devouring him.

My demure lowering of eyelashes disguises the truth. The image flashing through my head of crawling into his lap, putting my tongue in his mouth while feeling his mounting hardness, and brushing my breasts against his chest.

If he could catch a glimpse of the fantasies in my head I wonder how he would react. Shock? Alarm? Or would the heat penetrate him? Create unexpected sensations in the most intimate of places?

Although far from virtuous, my intentions towards him were honourable. I had no plans to lure him to my lair and seduce him unwillingly. No schemes to flirt and grope and make him uncomfortable.

Such a pity that one cannot simply revel in the make-believe. That one cannot merely covet and be coveted without thought for the consequences. Consequences. Those intangible results utterly tainting my caramel-flavoured thoughts.

So I lie in bed each night. Continuing the violation of bodies alone. Struggling to command feelings of resentment and imaginary rejection with those of liquid heat and arousal.

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Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Erotica and Porn

One of the comments that the author makes in the "Down and Dirty" book is that she uses the terms erotica and pornography interchangeably. She is quite frankly bored with the argument regarding the differences between the two.

Now the fact that she easily uses one term or another implies to me that she doesn't believe that there is a difference between the two concepts. On that point, I quite vehemently disagree with her.

I suspect that the standard colloquial view of pornography is that it is simply some form of visual stimulation focussed on intercourse. Perhaps the more soft-core examples of this are termed "erotica" and the more hard-core versions are viewed as the real "porn."

I know that when I browse the erotica section of the PPV menu on my TV, I can scarcely tell the difference between the titles of "erotica" vs "adult." According to my cable provider, the difference between the two appears to be the price tag.

Can you tell me, darling readers, what the obvious difference in genres is between titles such as "Carnal Lust" and "Date with a Porn Star" vs "Brazilian Sex Island" and "Really Deep Throats." I'm curious to know which of you would guess correctly which title belongs in which category.

Now when actually viewing the two genres, the difference is as basic as soft and hard core. "Erotica" films are less varied, more tentative and only shows a limited amount of skin. Whereas with "porn" or "adult" films, there seem to be no limitations at all. The viewer experiences full-on, raunchy skin and thrusting. It's much more...stimulating, and impossible to fake.

I imagine the same may hold true for the written version of the same categories. More "romance" and an attempt at a storyline in erotica, vs the more carnal limited scope of porn.

However, in my mind, this is all simply theory. The differences I've described above are what I've observed from society. It's not how I really feel on the matter. What is outlined above is a watered down version of the truth. A truth that I believe is much more stark.

To me, soft-core, hard-core, it's all erotica as long as there is the element of willing consent. Whether that consent is masked by apparent refusals or not. If both partners are willing participants in the event - no matter how kinky or painful- that is erotica.

Pornography? Is degrading. Is damaging. Is demeaning and unhealthy. I suspect by it's very definition, porn is at it's core a negative concept. Think of all the legal associations with it.

And erotica? That is a beautiful form of sensual expression in all its forms.

To use the terms interchangeably I find to be both ridiculous and insulting to this beautiful community that I have become a part of.

I would genuinely like to hear your thoughts on the matter.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Tantus Silicone Purr Dildo

The delectable Christina at Tabu Toys was kind enough to send over my first dildo.
That's right my darlings, I've got a rainbow of vibes in all shapes, sizes and colours - but until now, I'd never had a dildo.

The Tantus silicone purr dildo was an excellent first sampling I must say.

The details: As you can see in the photo it is ribbed (for our pleasure!) and is dishwasher safe and phthalate free.

Now what is it that I've always preferred vibes to dildos? Well because of the vibrations of course! So silly of me to have such a narrow-minded view of this toy. Guess what darlings? It came with an removable micro-vibe. I should have known that Christina would take care of me.

You know what else she sent me? The Tantus suction cup accessory. That's right kids. I can stick that vibe onto any smooth surface and ride it to my heart's content. Perhaps I should start a series that discusses all the places I've found to suction it...

Now, I'm sure you're all dying to know about all the naughty little thoughts, feelings and reactions I had while using the toy. Let me tell you all about it.

This is not a small toy, nor is it excessively huge. If you prefer a smaller toy then you may be intimidated by this. I found it just enough of a challenge to make it worth working a bit for. I mean if it's too easy am I really going to appreciate it?

Once again, I am delighted with the addition of a bit of lube on my adult toys. I have no idea how I ever got along without it. And I found it absolutely imperative with this one.

So one hot night I loaded up some erotica, pulled out my toy box, lubed this up and off I went. Now those ridges? Yeah, I felt them. In a good but subtle way. Same with the vibrations. Nice, and definitely felt, but subtle.

Now part of the reason that I've always leaned towards vibes is because of the clit stimulator option. I personally found that this toy was most effective to me when I paired it up with one. I was enjoying the stimulation without anything extra- but when I added another toy specifically for my clit - well then the two of them made it positively mind-blowing. I loved the feeling of both together.

And the micro-vibe? Could have served the same purpose. But I'm greedy, I want it all...

So all in all, a delicious first time dildo experience. I definitely misjudeged their potential.

Duchess rating: 3 stars out of 5.