Month: October 2013

Finding Happiness Outside of Material Consumption

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Finding Happiness Outside of Material Consumption

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Glamorous Burlesque Dancers of a Certain Age

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Look at these amazing older glamourous and gorgeous women.

Glamorous Burlesque Dancers of a Certain Age

Scientific Sex

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Scientific sex.

A Day In the Life of a Professional Dominatrix

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Really insightful and well written article.

A Day In the Life of a Professional Dominatrix

The Warmth

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I probably had one of the best orgasms of my life last night.  After we did some gaming (we’re currently working our way through Path of Exile again), I asked him to roll up and we had a smoke.  It hit me really really hard, like, I was completely fucked after about 10-20 minutes.  My arms felt really long and the room was wobbling.  I had trouble completing the simplest of tasks, like, shutting down my PC. 

We moved over to the sofa and he said he was going downstairs to put his new gold dress on.  This dress doesn’t look half as fabulous in the photos but here it is… it’s kind of a fake-pvc material, super shiny, super tacky but super fabulous…

While he was downstairs getting ready, it felt like an eternity.  I was totally tripping out.  I was looking around the room and everything started wobbling, the lamp was wobbling, the floor, the ceiling.  I was really chilled out.  I had issues focusing though and the only way to sustain focus seemed to be to blink really fast.  I attempted to regain my control but it seemed to be slipping from my grasp.  I fought the sub-reality with all my strength and finally, he appeared, all glammed up in his shiny new dress and looking fabulous.  He looked like a pretty mermaid.  Because he has tiny hips, the bottom of the dress sat out, giving it a fish-tailed effect.  I asked if he’d like to go downstairs.

Going to the bathroom was hard work.  Our bathroom floor has black and white tiles, like a chess board.  Every time I look down at them, I felt my reality slipping away again.  I  attempted to look up at the walls and blink really fast to get out of the bathroom asap.  I’d made it.  I headed into the bedroom and flopped down onto the bed.  He’d put some psytrance on.  I began kissing him and touching him. 

His cock felt amazing underneath the shiny dress, my hand wanted to smooth it out and rub him.  I brought him to close to orgasm a few times, using the dress as a way to bind his cock.  Sometimes I motioned that he fuck himself using the bind that I’d created, other times I fucked him softly or hard, depending on what I felt like at that time.  I told him that I might make him wait until tomorrow, just because I could.  I could see the disappointment on his face, but he took his news with grace. 

My favorite part of the session included ordering him onto his knees and spanking his pretty bottom.  It looked so amazing in the tight gold dress.  I kept him hard while I spanked him.  It felt good to have that release.  I felt like, he deserved a reward.  I rolled him over onto his back again and lifted his skirt, feeling his cock in the flesh for the first time.  It looked so pink and used and utterly delicious.  I used both hands to bring him to orgasm, one holding the base of his shaft and the other stroking him.  He came hard and he lay there shaking for about 10 minutes.  I felt a warmth spreading over me. 

I lay down and my mind started to wander.  I lay there thinking about all the things I’d like to do to him in that gold dress.  I felt his hands on me.  My body felt so sensitive, too sensitive.  Over stimulated.  I kept getting lost in the monophonic psytrance.  Sometimes I felt too much, other times I went numb.  At one point, I went numb completely from the waist down.  He suggested we go upstairs for a smoke, to clear our heads.  Eventually we did.  I’m not sure why that took so long.  It was hard to get up.  I sat up on the sofa while he had a smoke.  I ate some crisps, I think and we eventually ended up back downstairs again.

This time around, I felt a little more alert, that I might be able to sustain a train of thought long enough to reach orgasm.  I lay back and got lost as he started to rub me.  I fantacisied about having him tied up in his gold dress, about fucking him in the ass in his gold dress, about sharing a vibrator, about just kissing him while we were both dressed up in something pretty.  I then started to think about what I was wearing.  I felt a little inadequate in my worn pink nightie.  He makes so much effort for me and here I am in my ragged night dress probably looking like shit.  It’s much harder for me to get decent sexy clothes though in my size.  I always try and usually fail.  I shouldn’t be thinking about this when he’s playing with me though, insecurities aside, here he is making me feel amazing, relax and enjoy it. 

My mind wandered back to what his hand was doing, he was rubbing me and I was starting to dry up a little.  I started thinking back to what I’d just done to him and how his cock felt in my hand, how his eyes looked when I told him that he wouldn’t be allowed to cum, how my hand felt when I was spanking his little ass.  I was soaking again and his rubbing was in just the right place.  I felt my orgasm building and when it hit, it felt completely unexpected.  It shot up my spine and down my arms and legs, rendering me helpless for just a moment.  I regained control of myself and attempted to control my breathing.  I was still orgasming and continued to orgasm for what felt like ages.  The warmth spread over my body again.

The Friday Night Tease

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When he got in from work last night.  I dressed him in a stunning red lace dress I’d purchased him a couple of months ago (pictured below) coupled with red sandal-heels, black fishnets with a lace red top and a black suspender belt.  

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I told him that I’d hired him as a sexual companion and that now, he’d entertain me.  I laid some blankets out on the floor so that I could watch him. He started off on his back, running his hands up and down his beautiful body.  I love watching his little pale fingers running along the red lace.  He moved down to stroke his thighs and eventually began to play with his cock.  I was perched up on the sofa above him, finding myself getting wetter and wetter, watching this beautiful little person writhe around on the floor for my pleasure.

After a while I told him to get on his knees (resulting in the pictures above).  I gave him the magic wand vibrator to play with and watched him as he almost brought himself to orgasm over and over again.  It’s a sight I’ll remember for a very long time, and the sounds he made as  he was close…

I ordered him onto his back, and then simply sat on his cock while holding him down.  He does love to wriggle.  I rode him upright, I came after a very short period of time of feeling his cock inside me, my orgasm was slow and intense.  When I was finished using him, I returned to the sofa and told him to continue pleasuring himself, on his knees.  It was still delightful to watch, only making me horny again, wanting him again but knowing that, at this stage, my body probably couldn’t take another one of those orgasms.

I moved my hand down and began playing with his cock while he held his vibrator and slowly brought him to orgasm.

After our session, we had a smoke, watched a plethora of Mel Gibson movies (don’t even ask…) and we ended up in bed, pretty late.  I could tell he was exhausted, and quite stoned.  But I was horny again.  He asked me if I wanted him to make me cum.  I felt kinda bad, considering how tired he was and told him that it was ok.  I couldn’t help myself touching his very sensitive body.  Eventually, I ended up touching myself.  He noticed, even in the dark, even when completely exhausted, even when pretty stoned.  I felt his little hand between my legs shortly after.  He began rubbing me and I came pretty fast, still with the image of him on his knees in that beautiful lace red dress.  

What an amazing evening.  I feel so lucky, every day.

Smiling

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His little hungry fingers caressed my body.  He always knows the right places to touch.  I was upset. He always makes it better.  We made love in the darkness, his body writhing on top of mine, it was bliss.  I felt my nails sink into his back as he moved his hips. I matched his motion and pulled him closer. A thin sheen of sweat on his delicate skin.  I was drowning in bliss, it would have been enough for anyone but I wanted more, I wanted him to feel it too.  My body shuddered a second time and he felt it too.  

This beautiful little person was built just for me.  He said something that made me smile “I like that it doesn’t always have to be you tying me up, sometimes it can just be us enjoying each other’s bodies”.  He’s right. 

I’m still smiling.