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.

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?

Pleasurists #55

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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...

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?

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