62. In public: I brought my fingers up to his nose–my fingers were saturated with my scent.

I love these, too. The one with the pre-cum coming out of the cock head makes my mouth water. Then again, so does the first and last ones.

Thank you…xo

Side note–once I rode a Sybian (someone else\’s at a gathering) for a room of about 20 people. They are hard to come by unless you own one, Ms Gola…it was a lovely birthday gift to me and my girlfriend at the time, from Mr. A. I got custody when she and I parted ways.

I am NOT a Hitachi slut. I am a cock slut. BUT all of my lovers and my husband are gainfully employed–so my horizontal lunches are few and far between, unfortunately. So the magic wand must suffice. And yes, we have the Sybian off to the side…when everything has been properly stoked, we bring them in, and I dare her to ride. I watch as her…[Read more]

As you can see from my photo (or maybe not) I won’t need a razor. I trim, I clean up, but I do not do shaved–I am a woman. Women have hair. That’s my personal preference. That, and my husband is a child of the 70’s and HE likes hair. If he had his way, I’d have a huge bush. But alas, I’m just not that hairy in that area. So instead, A.…[Read more]

I\’m almost ancient. Where the hell are my maids?! I need congress, dammit.

Thank you for taking it “well.” I’m glad you pointed out its sexual origins, because, well, that’s hot. As an artist, I’ve had a lot of instances in which I write about an event using metaphor, but the purpose of writing about the event was not to chronicle the event itself, but to expound on the universal possibilities and connection within…[Read more]

We’ll agree to disagree. It may very well be a reconstruction of the threesome, but even in metaphor, one can’t take things too literally, wouldn\’t you agree? A bit “on the nose” for my taste.

She\’s removing it…it was time for me to tie her.

There is some foundation to your speculation, I can see that. However, we could take it a step further and say that the actual sex was a metaphor for something else entirely, and she was writing about that versus an obvious romp with two men. Couldn\’t we? Don\’t you find that sex can represent so many different things, Mr. Orgy…

Bon appetit. xo

I tried to comment on your Hitachi post but it wouldn’t let me, so I’ll post it here–for every day (and I mean EVERY day) I love the Hitatchi. I have one by the bed (hooked up to a dial feature that allows me to change vibration speed gradually to whatever I want), one in the drawer for travel and–this is important–a back-up one incase one…[Read more]

Okay, so Mr. Orgy, I fancy myself a bit of a poet…after looking through a myriad of dissections on this poem, I’ve yet to encounter anyone who agrees with you. That isn’t to say you’re wrong–poetry is open to interpretation, of course. So I’m interested–can you take me, line by line, down the delicious path of your mind and tell me how you…[Read more]