The Beautiful Kind

B Diddle - Closer…
Rev. Lion - STILL haven’t had a chance to reconnect!
Lokey - He might be coming in town next month…
The Virgin - We’re rendezvousing this weekend! He WILL be the next one!
Tom - Soon, my dear…
Manj
blueridgemariposa - Oh, the things you have in store for me…
Sapph
Chiavata
Sunday - This Sunday I’ll be posting some hot erotica written by her…
Fallen Angel - She told me she is “quivering with anticipation.” I am, too…we just need to quiver together…
Big Boy

OH and by the way. For anyone who is set to get with me, a word to the wise: My tits require TLC. Once I’m all fired up, I don’t mind if you’re rough with them, but when first starting out, treat them like fragile tea cups.

Am I weird on this? Do most women like their tits grabbed and groped and sucked hard right off the bat? Maybe it’s cuz I was a stripper and got manhandled so damn much. I didn’t like my breasts touched AT ALL for two years after that. Poor me.

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I’m behind on my Ask The Slut questions, so I’m going to feature them all this week…

Dear Slut,
My boyfriend and I love talking dirty, but we seem to get stuck with the same old phrases, with me repeating the lines: “fuck me in my ass”, “please cum on my face”, “call me a slut” etc., and him: “God you have the tightest ass” ,”I love sticking my dick between your nice tits” and so on. Where does one go from here? How much dirtier can we get without entering into creepy territory?
Tongue tied

Dear Tongue,
Um, what’s wrong with creepy? And what is creepy anyway? For instance, is it creepy if, when your guy is blowing his load in your mouth, he growls, “SLUT….FUCKING SLUT”? Sounds like you are down with that.

You just need to be creative. Start adding new elements into your routine. Let your imagination and fantasies take over. How about a little role playing? Pretend he is a peasant seducing the Queen, or he’s a dirty cop who pulled you over. Or introduce an imaginary third. Tell him you wish your hot friend was sitting on his face as you ride his dick. Whisper what you would do with her to him…

If your partner is a good sport, the element of surprise can be great. For instance, call your partner by another name. I’m serious! If your partner knows you have a thing for Maggie Gyllenhaal, all of sudden while she’s blowing you start calling her Maggie - “Maggie you’re such a good little tease - it’s about time you started sucking dick. Keep that up and I’ll give you a spanking you’ll never forget. And what were you thinking when you did Monster House? GOD do your country a favor and show your tits more in movies!”

I also like being told that I’m a “good girl” during sex. I think it has to be at least slightly twisted in order to induce that delicious rush when things get taken up a notch. Hence the hotness of you asking him to fuck your ass. Now I’m totally imagining that going down…

We have a creative bunch who read this blog, so let me ask the group: What are some of your favorite lines to say during sex? Where do you take it? Do you prefer a few choice words, or dialog? What’s the strangest thing anyone has said to you during the throes of passion? (Whatever you do, don’t start quoting lines from porn. “Yeah baby, that’s right, fuck my pussy.”)

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When I first saw this vibe, I was skeptical. It looked like the kind of vibe that makes love to you, and I like getting fucked. I also don’t like how so many vibes tack on the word “G-spot” in order to generate more sales, but in reality they don’t do a thing for the g-spot, and that just pisses me off.

Turns out the Sunflower G-Spot IS the kind of vibe that makes love to you, and you know what? I LIKED IT. Vibe Review talks about how it “it takes you through a valley of pleasure and sexual grace.” I read that and felt like ripping a romance novel in half, but omg it DID!!! After using it, I felt like I was on the edge of the misty sea, the wind playing with my long, flowing white dress and my beautiful, blond wavy hair, my emerald eyes narrowed in concentration as I searched the horizon for my lost lover…

All right, back to reality. Let’s talk basics here. The Sunflower was designed by a woman and is a Doc Johnson product. It’s one of those toys that is a cat hair magnet, so I had to use it in a hermetically sealed room. It’s phthalate-free, which means it won’t turn your pussy into a toxic chemical dumping ground. It’s WATERPROOF. It’s easy to figure out how to add batteries (2 AA) - you just unscrew the base, no secret code needed. But make sure and close cap tightly so the batteries can make the proper connection. It offers a graduate speed and the buzzing sound is pleasant.

Another thing that’s pleasant is its smell. When I first took it out of the box, it smelled fruity, but not obnoxious cloying Bath and Body Shop pre-teen fruity. “It smells like Laffy Taffy!” Belle commented. A few weeks later it still had a very slight and pleasant aroma to it, which I find endearing.

The sunflowers are decorative only - they didn’t act like sensation studs or anything. It’s super flexible, so you can work it the way you want it.

I haven’t ejaculated in a long time, so I decided to make that my goal. I went pee first, then laid on the bed. Then I thought better of it and got down on the hardwood floor instead - easier cleanup. I turned it on low and played it along my vulva for a bit, then took it up to medium and took the curved tip and worked it between my pussy lips. I was already a little wet, but not super aroused, so it went in a little tight. I kept working it in and out, further and further in, and got wetter.

Then I shoved it in, pushed up, easily flicked it to high, and then focused on… me.  I didn’t tense up and think about super dirty things the way I usually do. Instead I relaxed and felt all yoga and feminine, and after just a few minutes, not long at all, it just washed over me. I felt this urge, this sensation that my core was melting down, and liquid flowed out of me. Not gushed, not squirted, but more like an ice cube melting on high speed. It felt so calming, like sweet release, no crazy shaking.

I moved my wet ass out of the way and tasted what came out of me, which looked on the floor like two ice cubes worth of fluid. Oh my god, it tasted SOO good! I am so delighted that something that wonderful comes out of my little sex pot. It’s light and salty, flowery, sweet, grass, organic. Seriously, it’s goddess nectar.

I really, really want to use this toy with a sexy bohunk MAN, someone who will watch attentively and add his energy, and lick my vibrating clit and lap up all the ambrosia as it flows out. I want him to moan with pleasure, and then kiss me afterwards, his lips wet and sweet.

So yeah, the G-spot Sunflower IS all that. I love it. Namaste.

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The last poem in the haunting series… next week: guest erotica from YATBK Sunday…

Moondancer

A full moon’s whisper
Beckons,
Beckons
Once again
And reaches out
To grasp and pull
Each molecule
Of pulsing blood,
A silent, steady call
Heard only by
A listening heart
Opened and attuned
To ancient, secret words.

A nameless beauty
Dances,
Dances
As a mist
Of fluid motion,
Subtle sways,
And endless curves
Beneath the moon,
Bathing in the glow
And swirling
In an eddy
Of the mystic pool
Of shining silver light.

A constellation
Twinkles,
Twinkles
In the air
Around her
Like a spell,
A spirit form
She has called forth
To play a tune
With beating wings
Now singing
In the breeze
Evoked and stirred
By her twirling form.

A crowd of creatures
Scurries,
Scurries
To the edge
Of this small field
Within the woods
Well trodden
By her feet,
Their shining eyes
Reflecting as they watch
Till joining in
They circle round and dance
With soft and padded steps.

This nameless beauty
Dances,
Dances
In the crowd
Till dawn awakes
And paints the sky
With fiery gilded hues.
Her heavy heart
Ceases and she drops,
A crumpled mound
Of weeping, weary flesh
Encircled by the stars
That fall upon the grass.

And there she lays and weeps,
And there her heart seeks sleep,
But still her Mother Moon
Is calling for a dance,
And still her flesh is strong
And still she knows the steps,
So soon she stirs and stands,
And sways into the dance.

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But he’s got a cock you can sit on!

I’ll be honest with you. I masturbated to this clip of a hot chick fucking a legless dude.

1. Go ahead, you can stare. His stumps look like pigs in a blanket.
2. The gregorian chant music makes it especially creepy/compelling…
3. The part that sent me over the edge was when she sat all the way down on his cock, and then paused, muscles tense, reveling in the sensation of being filled up. She does it again when he is halfway out of her, and finally he can’t help himself and reaches up and pulls her back down on him.
4. Look at how the base of his cock gets all creamy from her cunt juices.
5. There’s a moment of indecision, they don’t quite know where to put their existing limbs, it gets a little awkward. And then the clip gets cut off.

Wow.

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“Once I had a black woman 15 years my senior tell me in the heat of the moment, ‘Come inside me, Daddy!’  It was so wrong, but fuck if I didn’t come like a hellhound.  Arf.”

- Skinny white boy friend o’ mine

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Here’s a male burlesque performer from NYC:

Name: Happy, Male, 40
Do you want to fuck men, women, or both: Women
Last time you got laid (details!): Well, it was last year.  Had a short fling with this girl.  She was law student and very busy. She ended up dropping me. Probably my first real experience with cock worship, she was enthusiastic. I sure do miss her…
Your living arrangement: Apartment, with a roommate, she’s a good friend of mine.
Job situation: IT (Computers), it’s a job, I like it occasionally.
Fashion sense (what do you usually wear?): I could use help here, frankly.  But usually I’m a tshirt and jeans kind of guy.  If I had a little more money, I could be pretty flashy.  Wearing a suit, and a wild one, is not unknown for me.
Grooming habits: I shower daily.  I normally do not wear cologne.  Strong scents hanging around my head like a cloud annoy me.  I use natural anti-deoderant.  I’ve been letting my hair grow out of late, so I use an amlika based hair product to keep it under control.
Do you floss regularly? Every couple of weeks, or when I feel like I need it.  I have pretty good teeth.
Do you smoke? No. At least not tobacco. Mary jane socially.
Do you exercise regularly? Unfortunately I do not. This is likely my biggest problem. I do pay for gym membership, but I don’t regularly go.  I going to get a bike soon and ride it around.
I guess I better add in other hobbies: I do, on occasion, perform burlesque.  I’m one of those rare straight, male burlesque performers. But yet, this does not get me laid. Even if I’m hanging out with scantily clad women.
How many people (of your target gender) do you currently know that you would like to fuck?  What are the obstacles with each one (why aren’t you fucking them?) Too many to count.  Well, in the case of other performers, often I don’t want the potential drama in my life.  So I don’t pursue that as rigorously as I might.  I do inquire on occasion, but I don’t come on strong at all.  Some of girls I interact with are quite a bit younger than I am, so they are probably not interested. Another thing is I’m not sure what I want. I’ve played with the notion of  polyamory, but that can turn off a lot of women, and I haven’t determined if I’m really wired that way. It’d be nice to have a girlfriend that I can possibly explore multiple paths with.  But that commitment might require more than I want to give right now. I’m a late bloomer, too, so I don’t necessarily have the level experience that you might expect for someone my age. It does bother me. I would like to make up for lost time.
How’s your eye contact? Not good. I tend towards being shy.  So, often I will not hold eye contact.
What kind of porn do you like? I don’t watch a lot of porn.  But I don’t mind it, either.  I watch just about anything. Along as it isn’t too violent.  Probably prefer something more artistic… so if it is something like painted bodies that’d be cool.  A mons pubis painted like a flower will get my attention. I like messy fun porn, too.  Sploshing. Sometimes I don’t want to watch because it just reminds me of what I’m missing.
What’s your fetish? What turns you on? I’m probably kind of vanilla. If I have fetish, it’s just the female form. I like woman’s body. So body worship would be one fetish, it is something I could do, lick, kiss and massage from head to toe. That said, I’ve been kind of curious about the sploshing stuff, but I’ve never done anything in that vein, it just looks like a fun. And I think sex should be fun.  If I could have sex in some sort of funhouse, that’d be cool.  I’m curious about bondage, but generally I’m not a big fan of pain or blood.
Are you dom or sub (do you like taking charge or following orders? If rope was involved in sex, would you be tied up or do the tying?) I don’t know.  I would like to try getting tied up sometime.  If I learned how to do it right, I wouldn’t mind tying someone up and having my way with them. I want to experience both sides, so I guess that might make me a switch.
On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate yourself when it comes to physical appearance (1 is hideous, 10 is model)? 6
Using that same scale, what’s the minimum number you expect your partner to be? 6
Car you drive or means of transportation: Mass transportation, I live in NYC after all.
Financial situation: Paying the bills, barely.
Your thoughts on breeding (have kids, wants kids, would you date someone who had kids?) I still have an open mind on having kids.  Although I’m starting to feel I’m getting a little too old for that.  But if I had partner who really wanted kids, I probably wouldn’t object.  I kind of don’t want to be an insta-dad, so I tend to shy away from women with kids.
Religion: Agnostic, almost an atheist.
Charity you would give money to: Volunteer fire companies, theater companies, Burlesque Hall of Fame…
Music you listen to: Just about everything. Jazz, classical, death metal, folksy, blue glass.  Big preference to the blues.  Not a big fan of country, unless it’s old country, or fringe stuff like Hank Williams 3.
Movies you have loved: Original Star Wars, Casablanca, Tampopo,  Big Lebowski, most of the Coen brother stuff.
Do you like to read? Yes.  Science fiction, to historical fact, to mystery, to BDSM erotica, it would seem…
How often do you watch television? Not very often.  I do not own a TV.
Person you respect/admire: Tom Hanks
Past relationship history (how many serious relationships have you had, are you divorced, how many times have you been in love): I haven’t really been in one.  At least not for more than a couple of weeks.
Any physical issues: Little overweight, that’s pretty much it.
Weird habit: I don’t think so. But friends could disagree. I often masturbate more than once a day but I only do that someplace private.

The Beautiful Kind’s verdict: Bravo for burlesque! But not for admiring Tom Hanks, that’s just too vanilla for me. Oh and you need to floss more.

So, you know, I’m starting to think that shyness is the #1 reason for not getting laid. We need to banish shyness. I used to be shy, but it got in the way of being a goddess. How is it that you can perform burlesque and be shy??

And I have something I need to tell you. I feel weird saying this out loud, but it is just an honest fact. You are a redheaded male.

NOBODY has a thing for redheaded men. You hear people raving about redhaired women til the cows come home, and you hear women say they have a thing for blond surfer types or tall, dark and handsome men, but you NEVER hear someone say, “Mmm, give me a redhaired guy any day.” If any of my readers disagree with this statement, then PLEASE speak up.

This means you are at a disadvantage, and you need your wit and charm to carry you into the arms of open-minded vixens who are willing to overlook the fact that you  sport clown hair.

So bone up on your confidence. Don’t be so wishy washy - I edited out quite a few “kind of,” “a bit,” and “maybes” from your answers. Seems like you have great taste, are multi-faceted, and live in the city with the highest number of potential sex partners in the world.

Allow me to give you a sub task: In the next week, take the initiative and ask a woman out. And don’t be wimpy about it! It can even be online. I recommend you go for a strong, dominant type girl for maximum compatibility. I know there are plenty of those types in the wild world of burlesque. Va va VOOM!

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My friend Lucyboots over at Kinky Confessions asked if I would do an interview.

I told her I was game, but only if the questions challenged me.

Um, they did.

And - gulp - I didn’t hold back. I almost don’t want you to read it. Almost.

In the interview I share details I have never revealed on my blog. Stuff like my rape, being molested as a kid, bestiality, possum road kill, and why I started blogging.

She also thinks I want to fuck my dad. Go figure.

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We’ve got a dead one here, boys and girls. Meet Jerry, a 50 yr old necrophiliac I met on Fetlife. Here is a link to a previous post I did on necro.

TBK: What do you call this “fetish”? Is there a name for it?
Jerry: This fetish can be called snuff fantasy or necrophilia.  Or it can be referred to as erotic horror fantasy also.  What is key is that it is meant to be fantasy or role played between consenting adults.  There is no intent for real harm or violence.

TBK: Do you have a pic or two showing examples of the scenes you like? You mentioned doctoring your own pics.
Jerry: Yes.. I will post a couple of my manipulated photos here.  This one depicts a hanging with a wire noose.  I rolled her eyes, added the noose with shadow, caption and blue coloring to her face.

TBK: How did you get into this?
Jerry: I think the first time I got into this was acutally during childhood perhaps while watching cowboy and western “shoot’em ups.”  I recall feeling mildly “aroused.”  I also enjoyed playing a neighborhood game, called “best man falls.”  Each “victim” would act out a dying scene after being “shot.”  I especially enjoyed when the girls joined in.

TBK: What was the first horror movie you saw?
Jerry: My first horror movie - probably Dracula or Frankenstein.

TBK: What are your fav horror movies?
Jerry: Always enjoyed the Halloween series, Sleepaway camp type films, etc.  Any films that involve hanging too.

TBK: Do you like slasher flicks/monsters/serial killers?
Jerry: I like the slasher flicks mostly.  They tend to be more graphic.  Usually feature women/girls either semi nude or scantily clothed as victims.

TBK: Are you into snuff films?
Jerry: I’ve never seen a real snuff film.  But I do enjoy “enactments” of snuff films.

TBK: Would you like to experience a dead body?
Jerry: Yes,  I think it would be fascinating to be in the presence of a newly dead corpse (of an attractive looking victim) and be able to spend time “exploring” it.  Not sure if I would want to have sex with it, but might possibly get off posing it and viewing it.

TBK: What do you mean by “exploring” it?
Jerry: Looking at it, touching it, kissing it, but standing it up and watching it fall, defiling or defacing it, poking it, dragging it…cumming on it.

TBK: Are you into blood?
Jerry: Many of my photo manipulations feature small amounts of blood.  I’m not into heavy blood and gore though.  But sometimes I don’t mind it.  For example, beheading is a great turn on to me.

Um, why?
Jerry: I often wonder how long the head remains concious after being severed. Does the victim see?  For how long?  From an erotic standpoint, it seems arousing that a beheaded victim could be used a variety of ways for sex:  the corpse neck cavity, the head neck cavity, the mouth of the head for example.  Also, it looks erotic to me if the head is placed close to or in the area of the penis or vagina of the victim. Some of the women that I’ve chatted with about beheading like the idea of having their own tongue of their severed head placed against their pussies…Would a fantasy involving my beheading and placement of my head on or near my cock arouse me…prob’ly!

TBK: What’s your fav method of beheading?
Jerry: Sword - clean swipe. Samurai is best.

TBK: What props turn you on?
Jerry: My favorite props are arrows, knives/swords, guns, and nooses.

TBK: Why do you like hanging so much?
Jerry: I think it looks very erotic especially if the victim is nude.  It also objectifies the victim in the sense that after they have expired and are still dangling, they look kind of like an ornament on display.

TBK: Do you like the aspect of a woman being chased? or tortured or? the fear? the helplessness?
Jerry: I like the more consensual aspect of it.  Not so much into the chasing, torturing.  Helplessness yes.  I am turned on by a woman that would want me to snuff her.  Maybe even beg me to after having her orgasm or during her orgasm.

TBK: Have you roleplayed at all with this?
Jerry: Only online during chat role plays.  My fantasy dream is to meet someone in person and role play a scene.  Role plays have included hangings, shootings, beheadings, gutting, etc.

TBK: Have you met others who share this fetish? Is it mostly men?
Jerry: I have not met anyone in person who shares this fetish.  Only online.  Yes there are many men who do, but I prefer to interact with the women who are into it.  I do make one exception and I have chatted with and correspond with a few attractive tgirls (transexuals) who enjoy this fantasy also.  In fact I got one of them to agree to be an “actress” in a staged video clip for a outfit that does this kind of filming.

TBK: Are there any good websites/resources online that cater to this?
Jerry: Yes.  My favorite is nicheclips.com.  In there you see many video producers featured that specialize in this sort of fantasy.  There are many interesting clips that can be purchased as “pay per view.”

TBK: Are you afraid of dying, or do you embrace it?
Jerry: I guess I’m not ready to die for a long while.  I don’t mind role playing it, but I don’t want it to happen anytime too soon and would prefer it to be from natural causes/old age.

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Ready to get creeped out? I’m running an interview with a necrophiliac tomorrow. Super fascinating stuff…

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Alias: CapnMarrrrk
Age: 41
Relationship status: Married
Sexual orientation: Straight, but some men make me feel oddly uncomfortable in my belly. I have no idea what that means. I’m not sure if I’ll ever investigate.
Favorite physical feature on yourself: My slappy bald head
Tattoos/piercings: See Picture + OM on my right wrist.
Charity you support: National MS Society. I’m riding in the MS Bike Ride this year. I hope to get my 150 miles in. You can sponsor me here.
What game did you like playing as a kid? I was awful at all sports and didn’t have any friends, so I had a very vivid imaginary life in which I starred as a superhero spaceman fighting the Evil Empire and having adventures with big-boobed Space Princesses.
When was the last time you cried? 5 Years Ago when we had to put my sick cat down. I don’t like to cry even though it’s a Goodness. It hurts so much that I’ve blocked it all off.
What do you want to learn/add to what you already know? I am teaching myself to figure draw, primarily women because I love everything about the smooth, sinuous shape of your bodies. Men just don’t do it for me.
Special skill/talent, what are you really good at? (non-sexual): I’m told I’m a good writer, and I have a talent for creating characters and scenes full-on from my right-hemisphere.
Special skill/talent, what are you really good at? (sexual): Cunnilingus.  I could spend all day down there if I was allowed.
How old were you when you lost your virginity?19. It was the first time I’d ever seen a naked woman in the flesh, touched a breast, possibly eaten a pussy, and put on a condom. It was clumsy, messy, sloppy and drunken…ROCK ON! Later I to seek out a second condom and my date asked me to be discreet, but I couldn’t find anyone in my Frat (hush you!), until I walked into a roomful of my buddies smoking weed and announced I needed “a protection-type device.” But the next day, I was like, “Holy Shit, I’m a Man!” I had to wait until everyone was done showering, and shower alone because I was sporting a serious club. Unfortunately, minus one awful one nighter,  I wouldn’t have real sex for another 2 fucking years after that. Talk about banished from the Garden of Eden!
What are your masturbation habits? How often? Where? Props? Near Daily in the Library with the Lotion and the Internet Porn. If I were smart, I’d ditch the porn and go back to imagination because I discovered it takes extra long to work it out with the brain.
Are you a tits, ass, pussy etc. man? What kind of question is that? I’m wholistic baby! I can’t even fathom how someone could be an “x” man. Everything looks different on different women. There are small breasted women with great asses, and big breasted women with flat asses, or slim hipped women with great legs. It all depends on who it is. I like it all.
What do you fantasize about? What’s your fetish? What turns you on? I would say I dig physically strong women. My earliest fantasies were of superhero women, long before puberty I was dreaming of Bat Girl, Supergirl and Wonder Woman. I’d love to go beyond man/woman, passive/aggressive, sub/dom games and just fuck like Gods. Though if I’m being more earthly, a Gymnast, Yogini or Dancer would be extremely cool. Not wishing to be to be repetitive, but all the pictures I’m drawing from are nude gymnasts. Hey, I’m starting to see a connection.
Are you cut or uncut? Cut, but more importantly, I’m technically, above average.
What would you do at an orgy? I suppose it depends on how attractive I find the participants. I have crazy-high, unrealistic standards… thanks Mass Media. But, if it all worked out I’d dive right in. I mean who doesn’t want to be surrounded by warm, willing flesh? Or I think it would be cool to try and do some on the spot figure drawing. “Hey you, hold still will ya? I’m trying to draw.”
What was one of the hottest moments of your life? Looking back into the past, they are all blending together. I mean, what constitutes “hot” when all experiences end up with orgasms? Was it the time I finally got a real girlfriend and I was first initiated into constant, hassle-free sex? Was it when I first started fucking the woman who would be my wife?  I think of sex as a phase space where the Past, Present & Future collapse into the Now of physical pleasure.  At that time all nerves are firing sensations, and it’s all lips, tongues, nibbles, biting, scratching, probing & plundering. Costumes, scenarios & words are all just condiments: they enhance the flavor but aren’t the meal itself. When all is said and done, laying there in the wet spot, totally spent, is always the hottest moment.
You have one night to completely pleasure your lover. What do you do? Gosh…I believe it depends on the lover. I’m a giver, so I could go for a long time, stroking, kissing, licking and eating my partner with no expectation of reciprocity. I’m sure there will be probing to test limits and then go from there. I won’t say I’m the greatest lover in the world, but I’ll do what it takes to make my lover happy.

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So I’m eating Thai food in a restaurant with a friend, and I attempt to take the “Who Would You Fuck” game up a notch…

Me (out of the blue): If you could impregnate anyone here in the restaurant besides me, who would you pick?

Him: I’m fixed.

Me (slightly disappointed): Oh.

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You know how I like words that have the letter “L” in them? Mellow, lullabye, lush, glimmer, holiday…

Well, I learned a great new word the other day while reading Tristan Taormino’s awesome book Opening Up.

The word is limerence.

And boy do I have it BAD. At first I didn’t know what came over me, but once again I’ve found a label for my “condition.” This constant self-discovery is very exciting.

Limerence is like having a crush, only more intense. It can be compared to NRE - New Relationship Energy. From wikipedia:

Limerence is an involuntary cognitive and emotional state in which a person feels an intense romantic desire for another person.

Some of the components:

• Intrusive thinking about the limerent object.
• Acute longing for reciprocation.
• Unsettling shyness in the limerent object’s presence.
• Intensification through adversity.
• Acute sensitivity to any act, thought, or condition, with one’s mood being affected by the limerent object’s actions.

In other words, mutual limerence is fucking amazing, like a drug. It’s ecstasy, euphoria, you’re crazy in love. One-sided limerence, on the other hand, is an unfortunate downer. Basically, you’re either pining or stalking.

Love is a human religion in which another person is believed in.
- Robert Seidenberg

I’ve experienced limerence many times in my life. The first time was in 5th grade when I freakishly obsessed over Michael Jackson. The second time was in 7th grade when I became obsessed with Duran Duran. I thought about Simon Le Bon’s sperm a little too much, let me tell you.

At first my experiences with limerence were one-sided, which really sucked. But as I’ve evolved, I’ve had some pretty amazing mutual connections throughout the years, and for the past few months, I’ve been basking in the golden rays of a particularly intense connection that keeps me feeling exhilarated and alive. Not to mention lovesick. When you’re under the spell of limerence, you are never bored.

It seems like a lot of people I know are grooving on limerence these days.

Are you?

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Beau
Belle
B Diddle - I’m aching…
Rev. Lion
Lokey - He might be coming in town next month…
The Virgin - We’ve set a date, stay tuned!
Tom - We went on a very sweet date last week. Sushi, followed by canoodling on a moonlit playground. He trembled as our lips touched. “I’ll try not to fall in love with you!” he gasped…
Manj
blueridgemariposa - I’m LOVING her blog. I was with her in spirit this past weekend…
Ebony Diva - She is being removed from the list. Said she’s into dick, not goddess pussy.
Sapph
Chiavata
Sunday - I’ll be posting some guest erotica from her soon…
Fallen Angel - She sent me a very naughty pic this weekend…
Big Boy - NEW ADDITION TO THE LIST! Speaking of lists, he filled out a fetish checklist for me to peruse. I was suitably impressed…so impressed that I think I will allow him to cum on my tits and lick it off…

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Confession: I cheated on my beloved Hitachi Magic Wand. (sidenote: I also christened two of my friends new Magic Wands; I’m such a toy slut goddess.)

I took up with its evil twin - the Miracle Massager.

The Miracle Massager is lighter, better designed, more flexible, and looks less like a piece of medical equipment. It sounds fine, too - a nice normal buzz. They both have two speeds, and they both plug into the wall. For some reason, I favor the Wand - maybe because I’ve had such a long and illustrious relationship with it. I’ve used it for over two years now, two or three times a day, and it’s still going strong and steady. GOD I love it so much…

But back to Miracle Massager. What can I say? I turned it on and mashed its yielding, rubbery red head against my pussy. The low speed is intense enough that I used it through my clothes. It served its purpose - made me cum hard and tingling while fantasizing about devilish things like forced blow jobs and wimpering redheads.

Once that was taken care of, I set out to see what else I could do with it. I used it to massage various parts of my body - its curved shape worked well with reaching my back. Then I used it on my cat - not sexually, GEEZ. I’m not that perverted. I just gave him a little back and shoulder massage with it. He liked it fine, he purred right along with it.

Incidentally, I hate how all these toys come with a disclaimer. This one said:

This product is intended for use as a novelty product only. Any product use for medical purpose or for a use that has an adverse effect on any function of the body is prohibited.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Definition of the word novelty: an article of trade whose value is chiefly decorative, comic, or the like and whose appeal is often transitory. Um, I don’t see anything funny or fleeting about this toy. Legal dorks. And isn’t “prohibited” a strong word to use here? Wouldn’t “ill-advised” suffice? At least it didn’t say using it on felines is prohibited, or I’d be in big trouble.

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Last night was a full moon. Here is another amazing poem by my friend The Poet. It’s so hot to be someone’s muse…

Pandora

A midnight moonbeam, streaming misty light
Like liquid pearl, is swirling in a pool
Upon her dampened cheek, its soft caress
Too weak and wane to wipe away her tears.
Her face aglow although her eyes are dull,
She gazes down upon a sleeping world
From high atop a monument of steel
And waits to watch the sun awake again.

But now in darkness and a grim despair,
Her heart cries slowly like her sparkling eyes,
Its pulsing sigh and hidden, lambent fires
Grown dim but no exhausted lest they die.
This world in slumber, how it makes her weep
And long to hold it in a long embrace!
Those bodies, billions though they be, call out
And plead her passion bring them life again!

Within that shadowed silence, this she hears,
And in that silent darkness, this she sees,
Envisioning within her mind much more
And feeling in her belly every prayer.

The moon now smiles upon a falling star
As she descends to give the world a gift
Too great, yet delicate, to be possessed,
Its secret borne within her naked flesh.

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Pandora, indeed…

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OK, I have to warn you. This BDSM clip is disturbing. At least it was for me.

1.  Oh my GOD that screaming!
2. She looks like a news anchor with a name like Tricia.
3. Nice thighs! She’s so pale against the black wall.
4. I like the cage in the corner…
5. The Dom’s shadow lurks around her…
6. Oh my goodness, she’s going wee wee.

Just so you know, my cat was lounging next to me as I watched this. I clicked play, he looked alarmed, then took off in disgust.

I asked my friend who is a BDSM expert, “Is she being a big baby, or what?” Here is what she had to say:

Let’s assume that this is indeed a clip of a “scene” shared between a couple. I say shared so to equate it to an experience which is Safe, Sane, and Consensual. There is much to consider when questioning her reaction to her beating. Is she overacting or being a baby? We have no way of knowing, but here are some physical observations and other important factors to consider.

Though we witness her flogging to be localized in her stomach and genital area, if you look further down, her legs show signs of beatings as well. I’m not sure if anyone has ever beat you with a flogger, strap, or even a hand on your legs but it stings like a bitch! It certainly produced many marks, yelps, and tears for me.

We also have not witnessed any form Domination other than physical. Meaning, we have no idea what has been said, where he has lead her emotionally or mentally. When a sub gives her or himself completely over to a Dominant, it can be so powerful, so vulnerable. I’m a strong believer in that a submissive can be completely Dominated without being touched at all. That is the beauty of D/s. Honestly it’s one of the biggest draws for me.

I once was “bound” and “blindfolded” for hours without the use of rope or a blindfold. I was told to keep by hands behind my back and my eyes closed. That is how they remained for hours until I was told otherwise. It’s a true sign of commitment and submission. Beautiful.

The idea that the body stores emotions and memories is not a new one and is generally excepted by most, ranging from massage therapist to those in the BDSM lifestyle. Whether worked out through deep massage or some intense beating, it’s not unusual for an avalanche of emotions to pour out during such a session. This is why it is so vital for a Dominant to really be aware and check in with their sub. One cannot always count on a safe word, especially if the sub is breaking down.

The great thing is that these “break downs” can be so wonderfully therapeutic. It’s a time when the Dominant can hold their sub, love and comfort them. There have been quite a few times when I broke. I was fortunate to have great people working with me, ones who knew to push my limits and how to tell when I’ve had enough so that they could comfort me as I came down.

We don’t know what’s going on inside that woman. She could be breaking down, or rather breaking through. Perhaps she’s wounded in a sense and that’s why she cries out like a wounded animal (as awful and annoying as it may sound). A sidenote to this point: I would warn anyone against getting involved in such a lifestyle if they truly are “broken” and haven’t dealt with important situations in their lives. BDSM shouldn’t be an escape. Deal with what needs to be dealt with through therapy or however else. Remember, this lifestyle should be Safe, Sane, and Consensual.

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This post is the follow up to this teaser earlier in the week…

I knew this dead sexy 25 yr old from out and about. I had chatted him up a few times very casually. I could tell he was a sexual person, he radiated vibrant energy like Ra the sun god. He didn’t know about my blog; for all he knew I was just some innocent milf.

Last week I sent him a message on myspace (JESUS that site gets me laid) and dropped the C Bomb on him.

You know, the fact that I’m a cougar. I asked him if that freaked him out.

His response? Eager and instantly plugged in. He knew the game:

I will be like a South American hunter casting his bow aside to commune with the big cats of the jungle…

I wrote him back:

Well I’d hang on to your spear if I was you - I have claws, you know.

We made plans to rendezvous at his place late one night. I told him I didn’t want to talk beforehand, I just wanted to get down to business, and then talk later. He was down with that - he told me he would take me at the door.

I hadn’t seen his face in months, but I was certain he’d be an amazing lover.

I turned on to his street, and the butterflies started flitting in my tummy.

I knocked on his door, and he opened it. I entered. I felt a little shy. I turned away from him and dropped my purse, and he embraced me from behind and started kissing my neck. We had never touched before.

I let out a little moan and turned, and we stood there and made out. He pressed against me and I felt his cock stirring against my thigh. We were virtual strangers, meeting in the cloak of night, turning fantasy into reality.

He led me back to his bedroom, and we slowly shed our clothes between kisses. When I got his shirt off I about screamed “OH MY GOD FUCK YES!” I wanted to clap my hands and squeal, but instead I just giggled and glanced shyly at his torso. He was one of those people who looks better naked than with clothes on. He was like a work of art.

He had the physique of a slightly leaner Michelangelo’s David. Right down to the pelvic V.

He had a deliciously hairy chest, densely furred, beautiful bronze muscles. He was like toasted almonds. He was so hard and burnished, such a contrast to my soft white flesh. His skin was hot to the touch.

He laid me back on his back and crouched before me, licking my pussy just the way I like it - soft, fast, thrumming. He got me all wet and juicy, then stuck a finger inside.

Then he murmured, “Turn around, I want to eat you from behind.”

FUCK

I eagerly complied, and he buried his nose in my ass and licked up and down on my snatch hungrily.

I was SO curious about his cock,  I figured that with his confidence, he had to be well hung.

Mmm, I got myself an uncut one, ladies! His cock was long and silky and hard. I licked and sucked it, and it drooled pre-cum.

After a bit he reached for a condom, and I pulled away so he could put it on. I assumed the position, doggystyle, and he slid right in, deep inside me. He fucked me so good, started off slow and then picked up the pace. He tapped my cervix in a way that if I hadn’t been so turned on, it would have hurt. Instead it felt delicious, like pushing a big ripe button over and over. He pushed my head into his bedclothes, which smelled like man… I came.

I loved the noises he made. Occasionally he would tell me how sexy I am, and it made me shiver. Suddenly he pulled out of me, yanked off the condom, and pulled my head around to suck his cock again.  I obliged, and my mouth went numb with the spermicide. He fucked my face good, then finally came with a deep, guttural extended growl. He dumped his load in my mouth, the first shot went right down my throat, then I was left with a mouthful of boy juice.

I SAY that I only swallow the ones I love, and I certainly didn’t love this handsome near stranger, but

I’m turning into such a little cumslut

that I went ahead and gulped it down, looked up at him and smiled and gasped. He beamed down at me.

We flopped on the bed and calmed down. We talked and cuddled and things were really serene in the afterglow of the animal passion. I grabbed hold of his superb pelvic shelf and marveled at it. I said shyly, “You have a body like Michelangelo’s David.”

He smiled real big and all awshucks and said, “I’ve been told that before!” He looked down at himself with open wonder, then looked back up at me wide eyed and said, “I get this body from sex and from playing music.”

After a while I got up and started picking my clothes up off the floor. I got half dressed with the intention to take my leave when he suddenly came up behind me and started rubbing and grrr’ing on me again.

I purred, “Are you getting all 25 on my ass?”

He nodded and slyly grinned and then turned me around and laid me back on the bed. He ate me some more and sucked on my tits hard.

Then he grabbed another condom and climbed on top of me and speared me again.  I twisted away from him so that I was lying on my side, but he wouldn’t let me get away, he grabbed hold of me by my hip and plunged into me sideways and from behind. The angle and depth felt amazing, and it wasn’t long before he picked up speed and was in hypedrive, plowing into me like a blur. He sent me over the edge with a screaming big cat orgasm before he unleashed with another prolonged, savage growl.

He conquered the cougar.

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August 15 is Feast of the Assumption, a Catholic holiday celebrating the Virgin Mary, so I asked (ok, I begged) The Virgin if we could have a date that night. It would be SOO perfect!! Check out this quote from wikipedia:

“When I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am, there you may be also.”

Unfortunately, he is out of town that weekend, but he suggested alternate dates, stay tuned for that.

Anyway, I was bummed to miss out on this holiday, so I went on okcupid to look for another virgin. Cuz I need a new hobby, and breaking in virgins sounds like more fun than rollerblading.

I went on a quick cougar hunt and sniffed out a 22 yr old kid who looks like Harry Potter and listed himself as extremely shy and that he was open to answering any questions. He seemed so sheltered and inexperienced, I KNEW he was a virgin. I’m getting so good at this intuitive shit, I could pass myself off as psychic.

So I dropped him a line:

I saw on your profile that you are super shy and that you are open to answering any question. So I have to ask, are you a virgin? I am guessing that you are, and that is totally fine…

He wrote back this big long message, here is an excerpt:

Hello, yes I am a virgin. Is it that easy to tell? HA. It’s actually even worse than that. I’ve never even been in a relationship before or been on a date. Also there is a really innocent and naive quality about me. Actually I just drank my first beer last year and have only been to one party and two bars. So yes I’m completely inexperienced in everything.

Holy crap, getting with him would be like getting with a 12 yr old, only LEGAL. I wrote back:

Thanks for the thoughtful answer. Say, would you like to give your virginity to me on Aug 15? The only catch is you can’t get attached to me. It’d be a very special experience. I’m a Free Love kinda cougar. I’m disease free.

He wrote back:

I don’t really know what to say. I’ve never been asked this before. I might need to think things over.

I haven’t heard back from him since. Gosh, do you think he’s in a mental hospital now? Should I feel bad? The window of opportunity is lost at this point - will he be kicking himself for years to come? Poor fella.

So yeah, I have to come up with something else blog-worthy for Friday night. Any ideas?

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Alias: blueridgemariposa
Age: 30
Relationship status: Single and looking but decidedly unavailable
Sexual orientation: Straight but so very bi-curious. There is a very HEALTHY bi and lesbian population in my town. It’s in my future in some way.
Favorite physical feature on yourself: My chameleon eyes. My very kissable lips. My ass. The curve of my hip. My neck and prominent collar bones just begging for someone to kiss, lick, nibble… My phoenix.
Beauty tip: Be happy within your own skin. There is no beauty outwardly if the person within isn’t satisfied first.
Charity you support: CIMS, Susan G Komen Breast Cancer Foundation, Cancer Schmancer … all about women’s issues. I have been accused of being a femi-nazi before by some very insecure boys. What the fuck ever.
If you could take a class for fun right now, what would you take? I love to knit so I’d learn how to spin my own yarn. I am a fiber whore and snob. Show me luscious merino, silk or bamboo yarn and you’ll see me get weak in the knees. I love feeling the yarn at the store, running my hands over the balls of yarn, touching and rubbing ‘em… okay, I totally finger fuck my yarn.
What do you want to learn/add to what you already know? Eventually, I’ll be a midwife. I’ve given birth both in a hospital and at home and there is no way that I would ever recommend a healthy woman and baby be subjected to the rigors of a hospital birth without a medical necessity making a hospital the better choice. Yeah. labor and birth can hurt but when a woman is supported and nurtured through the process it doesn’t have to be a horrible thing! It’s tough work ladies! But it’s something uniquely our own. No man could (or would) ever be able to do what we do!!! I go back to class this fall. Let’s see if I can make it through the medical (bullshit) model of birth long enough to catch me some babies.
Did you have an imaginary friend growing up? Not really. My pillow used to be my lover. Even put one of my tea cups inside the pillow case as a pseudo penis so I could hump it at night… does that count?
What is one of the bravest things you have ever done? Shit… I left Schmuck-a-do, my ex-husband, a crappy marriage after 12 years and years of mental and emotional abuse. Packed the car up and drove 1000 miles with all my cubs to start my life over. But I don’t think that was all that brave when all is said and done. I think I was just fed up and didn’t want to be arrested for killing him had I stayed.
Special skill/talent, what are you really good at? (non-sexual): Adapting, continuing, rising up. Throw me a loop in life and I will figure a way to make it work. I might freak out a bit at first but give me a couple of hours and I will have settled down enough to be able to power through. Oh and I make some killer friggin’ banana nut bread.
Special skill/talent, what are you really good at? (sexual): Hmmmm… I drew a blank with this one. Everything and nothing.
How old were you when you lost your virginity? 14… I think? He didn’t know I was a virgin until we actually got down to the act. He went outside to talk it over with his best friend as my best friend came into the bedroom we were in. I remember telling her I just wanted it over with (my virginity, that is). It wasn’t all that great. It hurt so much, I think that he was only able to get the very tip of his dick in me. We repeated that a couple more times in the coming months. I swore that I didn’t get why women liked sex… there was nothing all that pleasurable involved.
But
I came back for more… obviously and figured out how to make it ohhhh soooo pleasurable.
The last time you had sex, and with who: On my birthday night. My LMF (Lovely Man Friend) “mercy fucked” me since we are technically no longer sleeping together. I practically gave up the notion of sex that night. But he surprised me when he reached over to me, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back towards him and proceeded to make me act like a cat in heat. Pulling my hair the way he did turned me on like flipping a light switch. Nice way to celebrate the big 3-0.
Tattoos/piercings: I have my left nostril pierced and also my ears, in which I love to wear dangley earrings. I have a few tattoos. My new baby is my phoenix ascending. She spans from my left hip to my right shoulder. Almost fully encompassing my back. I love the way the lines flow across my physical form. She is a constant reminder to keep rising up. Stronger each time.
What type of person are you into? It’s so random… I had never been with a man like my LMF before. He was (is) a gentle and considerate lover. I envision he was that guy in high school that who was just too nice to be with. The friend. I loved that I was completely safe within the dynamic we had created. I was able to feel secure enough to explore things I wouldn’t have before. And for that I am thankful. ~ I am attracted to good looking, slightly older, physically fit, secure Dom type… that would challenge my sub side to the limit. ~ The creative artistic type who would be fuck me for hours in imaginative ways that I have never dreamt of. ~ The just legal aged boy who I could train… Team Cougar!!! Rwaaarrrrr! ~ A big, brawny man. 6 foot plus. Bald is nice. Broad shoulders, large arms. Thick legs. Hands so big that they could/would/should cup my ass easily. A man who’d dwarf me. Envelope me. Devour me. ~ The sexy, sensual woman, who is real (inside and out) and dripping from every pore the essence of being a woman/goddess. ~ That’s just the top of the list… It’s about a mile long. I’m very eclectic in my tastes. I’d love to experience it all and then some.
What do you fantasize about? What turns you on? What do I fantasize about… do we have a couple of hours to get into it? I fantasize about breasts. Cocks. Someone dominating me. Letting the switch tendencies, that I recognize within myself, fly. Having someone tie me up and having their way with me, repeatedly. Whipping some one’s ass. Being woke up to my lover fucking me slowly. To go to sleep with my lover fucking me slowly. Yeah, there is more… but for brevity’s sake. There is nothing that turns me on more than a man who will kiss me deeply, letting me savor the taste of myself, licking my own juices from his lips, face, facial hair after he has eaten my pussy and made me cum. Being able to taste myself on someone’s lips can make me cum all over again.
Pubic hairstyle: Currently, I am pretty hairless. Small trimmed patch in front. Everything else is shaved. But it really varies with what I am feeling. I could be sporting anything from au natural and HAIRY as hell to neat and trimmed like I am right now.
What do your nipples look like? When I am not aroused they are pale peach, soft and supple. When I am aroused they tighten and shrink down with my areola barely the size of a quarter. Flush with color similar to adobe brick. Nipples hard and protruding.
What was one of the hottest moments of your life? I racked my brain about this one. There have been some moments in my life that have been wickedly delicious… but I kept coming back to cumming simultaneously for the first time ever and knowing in an instant that I was going to have a my first child 9 months later.
Any regrets? I could name a couple but why dwell on the past? I like to view them as learning experiences. When you know better, you do better. I know a whole lot these days.
Why do you think I chose you for YATBK? Because everyone would benefit from a little me in their lives…. or maybe I would benefit from being a part of every one’s life?

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