Saturday, September 24, 2011
Love
I like wanting it keeps me hungry and on my toes. Needing just seems to make me weak and messy. I hate both traits, especially in myself.
I always sucked at writing love poems. When I tried it would take me months to write each stanza. I thought at first it was because the emotion was so involving but then I realized that I just didn't feel it like others would write about.
Love should fit in a neat tidy little box and when I want to feel it I just pull the box out, look at it and rub it into my skin like a rich ladies perfumed lotion. Nourishing my soul from the outside in. Taking what I want and leaving the rest in the box. Putting the lid on it and placing it back on the shelf until next time I want to feel.
It has always felt to me that while I am capable of love, I am never capable of loving as much as the person who loves me.
I have never felt that desperate sort of love. The kind where you feel like every single breath you take that isn't filled with the scent of your love, is toxic. The kind of love that makes you beg, that makes you wish you could crawl inside the other persons skin just so you can get close enough to them finally.
I haven't known this love. Maybe it just isn't part of my makeup to love someone so desperately. I hate being needy maybe that is it.
I have felt the instant jolt of a connection that seems to go beyond a handshake and ignites my life blood with fire that causes me to burn. Burning with desire to have that person with me. But that is more desire than love.
Maybe it is need. I have never NEEDED anyone. I don't really know how to need anyone. I tried once a long time ago to need someone and it failed. So why do it again?
Isn't it better to want? To know that despite all the flaws you want that person. In spite of any failures, shortcomings, or odd little habits. To embrace it all and say, I still want you. Isn't that better?
I want you. Above everything else.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
My Thing
I love costumes.
I think it is a left over from the days of playing dress-up as a very small child. I remember opening up my mom or one of my grandmas jewellery boxes always made me curious and the smell of their closets was amazing. Even my great grandmothers closets were full of mystery and opportunity.
My great grandmother was born in 1901 and her closet was filled with fur coats, fitted suits, a few flapper costumes and every pair of shoes had a matching bag. OH! And she had dozens of pairs of gloves. To this day the style of the suits and the ladies wearing gloves and hats, matching shoes and handbag. A bit of fur draped around her shoulders, is class. I love to dress up in this style and any style really.
My grandma's were both around the same age but both were so very different. Both born in the 30's into an impoverished nation they learned from birth never to throw anything out.
My paternal grandmother, did not ever sew when I knew her although she mended umpteen pairs of socks and underwear. She was an artist trapped in a farm wife's life. No one knew her artist potential until she was in her 70's and she only had 12 years to paint until she went blind. She had a very starched closet. Her clothes were mostly cotton and everything hung on a line to dry and was ironed. She had sturdy shoes and sturdy bags, she bought everything for durability and nothing for it's beauty or comfort. The one thing she had was fur. Living on the prairies she had 8 fur coats. She never tolerated the cold very well and my grandpa bought her mink, beaver, ermine, reindeer, and something that looked like tiger but couldn't have been. I remember playing in her closet and feeling the soft furs.
My maternal grandmother was another artist. She was the main supporter of the family as my grandfathers career was as a musician, and while he was good he was no Louis Armstrong or Count Bassie! Her art was clothing. She worked selling Singer sewing machines almost her entire life and she would sew anything. From elaborate costumes to the most perfect A-line skirt you could imagine. Her closet was so enticing and she was very careful with her treasure trove of clothing. She would wash my hands before she would allow me entrance to her wardrobe. But what treasures! Everything from the softest silks and satins to rough tweeds and everything imaginable in between. I will never forget the day she allowed me to try on her fur lined suit from the 50's. I was 12 and while I knew it was far out of fashion I stood mesmerized as the silk suit jacket was buttoned up around me. She placed a hat on my head and I stepped into a pair of heels. It was amazing and I felt beautiful!
My mother worked in a retail department store most of my life, selling shoes which to this day is what she does. You have to Nordstroms only a smidge smaller and about 3 times the price. Her closet was amazing. She had shoes that were so beautiful you would want to cry. The leather was so supple and they were all heels at least 3 inches high. She had suits and dresses that were breathtaking. I loved trying on her dresses and parading around in front of mirrors. She also had an extensive lingerie collection and when she would tire of something she would give it to me. Hoping to stop me from being such a Tom Boy I suppose. She also sewed and if she couldn't afford what she wanted she would make a duplicate so awesome no one could tell the difference. She was famous for her furs as well.
Costuming was something all 4 of these women took very seriously. My mother would start asking us in January what we wanted to be for Halloween and we always had the best costumes. I won many prizes for the innovation of our costumes. I had everything from a cowgirl outfit, complete with boots, to a rabbit costume that was made of the softest fun fur they could find. I even had a Michael Jackson costume, two in fact. And the cutest Pocahontas costume where my mom even made my cabbage patch doll into a papoosa.
So with a history of so much dress up is it surprising how much I love costumes? Not really.
Being vegan I have no fur in my closet and very little leather other than shoes. It is by design that I veer away from such items.
It is almost time for Halloween and I am planning on adding 4 new costumes to my ever growing collection. I can see no reason at all why I shouldn't, and every reason why I should! For me Halloween lasts all year long and I am not above zipping myself into a costume any darn time I like it!
I also am hoping to attend no less than 4 Halloween events this year. I am so excited that my toes are curling!
So if you see a girl in a Minnie Mouse costume in the middle of January? That's probably me, enjoying my closet and loving every minute of my playtime!
I think it is a left over from the days of playing dress-up as a very small child. I remember opening up my mom or one of my grandmas jewellery boxes always made me curious and the smell of their closets was amazing. Even my great grandmothers closets were full of mystery and opportunity.
My great grandmother was born in 1901 and her closet was filled with fur coats, fitted suits, a few flapper costumes and every pair of shoes had a matching bag. OH! And she had dozens of pairs of gloves. To this day the style of the suits and the ladies wearing gloves and hats, matching shoes and handbag. A bit of fur draped around her shoulders, is class. I love to dress up in this style and any style really.
My grandma's were both around the same age but both were so very different. Both born in the 30's into an impoverished nation they learned from birth never to throw anything out.
My paternal grandmother, did not ever sew when I knew her although she mended umpteen pairs of socks and underwear. She was an artist trapped in a farm wife's life. No one knew her artist potential until she was in her 70's and she only had 12 years to paint until she went blind. She had a very starched closet. Her clothes were mostly cotton and everything hung on a line to dry and was ironed. She had sturdy shoes and sturdy bags, she bought everything for durability and nothing for it's beauty or comfort. The one thing she had was fur. Living on the prairies she had 8 fur coats. She never tolerated the cold very well and my grandpa bought her mink, beaver, ermine, reindeer, and something that looked like tiger but couldn't have been. I remember playing in her closet and feeling the soft furs.
My maternal grandmother was another artist. She was the main supporter of the family as my grandfathers career was as a musician, and while he was good he was no Louis Armstrong or Count Bassie! Her art was clothing. She worked selling Singer sewing machines almost her entire life and she would sew anything. From elaborate costumes to the most perfect A-line skirt you could imagine. Her closet was so enticing and she was very careful with her treasure trove of clothing. She would wash my hands before she would allow me entrance to her wardrobe. But what treasures! Everything from the softest silks and satins to rough tweeds and everything imaginable in between. I will never forget the day she allowed me to try on her fur lined suit from the 50's. I was 12 and while I knew it was far out of fashion I stood mesmerized as the silk suit jacket was buttoned up around me. She placed a hat on my head and I stepped into a pair of heels. It was amazing and I felt beautiful!
My mother worked in a retail department store most of my life, selling shoes which to this day is what she does. You have to Nordstroms only a smidge smaller and about 3 times the price. Her closet was amazing. She had shoes that were so beautiful you would want to cry. The leather was so supple and they were all heels at least 3 inches high. She had suits and dresses that were breathtaking. I loved trying on her dresses and parading around in front of mirrors. She also had an extensive lingerie collection and when she would tire of something she would give it to me. Hoping to stop me from being such a Tom Boy I suppose. She also sewed and if she couldn't afford what she wanted she would make a duplicate so awesome no one could tell the difference. She was famous for her furs as well.
Costuming was something all 4 of these women took very seriously. My mother would start asking us in January what we wanted to be for Halloween and we always had the best costumes. I won many prizes for the innovation of our costumes. I had everything from a cowgirl outfit, complete with boots, to a rabbit costume that was made of the softest fun fur they could find. I even had a Michael Jackson costume, two in fact. And the cutest Pocahontas costume where my mom even made my cabbage patch doll into a papoosa.
So with a history of so much dress up is it surprising how much I love costumes? Not really.
Being vegan I have no fur in my closet and very little leather other than shoes. It is by design that I veer away from such items.
It is almost time for Halloween and I am planning on adding 4 new costumes to my ever growing collection. I can see no reason at all why I shouldn't, and every reason why I should! For me Halloween lasts all year long and I am not above zipping myself into a costume any darn time I like it!
I also am hoping to attend no less than 4 Halloween events this year. I am so excited that my toes are curling!
So if you see a girl in a Minnie Mouse costume in the middle of January? That's probably me, enjoying my closet and loving every minute of my playtime!
Friday, September 16, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Blowdart
One must always obey when told, "Girl! Go put your face to the wall and bare your ass, HE has something for you." I hesitated only a moment before obeying. It wasn't really my desire to submit but my love of pain and my undying curiosity LOL.
She sidled up to me before anything happened and told me what was going to take place. I only had a brief moment of fear, then relaxed. I knew this was a risk I wanted to take and while mildly edgy it wouldn't kill me. I didn't tell her about my brief experience as a child because I realized it didn't matter what happened when I was four years old, not more than 3 decades later.
He was meanwhile lining up behind me. I could hear the crowd murmuring behind me. Suddenly FWAP and I felt a little poke. It didn't stick and fell to the floor.
One more time (and I called out, ok hurry I am beginning to loose my nerve!) this time I felt a dull thud and looked back to see the dart sticking out of my ass. It didn't hurt just felt mildly peculiar. He wiggled it around inside me and I wiggled my bum at him. I could feel a small surge of endorphins making me giddy.
Then he grabbed hold and pulled it out. The sting of an alcohol wipe came next. It actually hurt more than anything else and I laughed at that.
My first experience with a blowdart and all the feedback I could give was, "Next time lets do my boobs!"
He was great making sure the bleeding stopped before I wandered away into the party.
Of course now I was fired up and ready to play so I moved on to my first play session of the night.
It was a good night!
She sidled up to me before anything happened and told me what was going to take place. I only had a brief moment of fear, then relaxed. I knew this was a risk I wanted to take and while mildly edgy it wouldn't kill me. I didn't tell her about my brief experience as a child because I realized it didn't matter what happened when I was four years old, not more than 3 decades later.
He was meanwhile lining up behind me. I could hear the crowd murmuring behind me. Suddenly FWAP and I felt a little poke. It didn't stick and fell to the floor.
One more time (and I called out, ok hurry I am beginning to loose my nerve!) this time I felt a dull thud and looked back to see the dart sticking out of my ass. It didn't hurt just felt mildly peculiar. He wiggled it around inside me and I wiggled my bum at him. I could feel a small surge of endorphins making me giddy.
Then he grabbed hold and pulled it out. The sting of an alcohol wipe came next. It actually hurt more than anything else and I laughed at that.
My first experience with a blowdart and all the feedback I could give was, "Next time lets do my boobs!"
He was great making sure the bleeding stopped before I wandered away into the party.
Of course now I was fired up and ready to play so I moved on to my first play session of the night.
It was a good night!
Saturday, September 3, 2011
News
I consider myself to be artistic in so many different areas..
Recently I have been painting and making music and drawing. My writing, while never forgotten has become secondary for awhile. I have done one or two mildly erotic drawings, I expect that soon I will begin painting the figures I have only begun to practice drawing. We shall see how good they turn out!
Car accidents suck. I have said it before and here I am saying it again. Please everyone drive carefully. Even the most minor crash can have lasting effects. I mean here I am 4 months later, still in pain and still unable to scene much for fear of injury. This was a very minor car crash. Unfortunately the man who hit, did so at precisely the right angle, velocity and timing to cause what may be a permanent injury. I re-iterate. Car accidents suck.
On the up side of all this. I am strong. I always knew I was but now I know it even more so. And better yet than me being strong, my lovers are strong. This is incredible and amazing. How I ended up with the most incredible people in my life I will never know. I don't really feel like I deserve it, but I will take it. Who could pass them up? I am just not that kind of crazy!
I feel like I am constantly saying thank you lately and here I am again being grateful that I have people who actually want to read about my adventures. So thank you!
I am going to start something new on my blog very soon. Don't worry it will keep the same theme. And hopefully be sexier than ever. I don't want to give it away I find that if I tell anyone about it then it becomes a promise and ends up feeling like a job. The last thing I need is another JOB.
Take care everyone, stay sane out there.
Recently I have been painting and making music and drawing. My writing, while never forgotten has become secondary for awhile. I have done one or two mildly erotic drawings, I expect that soon I will begin painting the figures I have only begun to practice drawing. We shall see how good they turn out!
Car accidents suck. I have said it before and here I am saying it again. Please everyone drive carefully. Even the most minor crash can have lasting effects. I mean here I am 4 months later, still in pain and still unable to scene much for fear of injury. This was a very minor car crash. Unfortunately the man who hit, did so at precisely the right angle, velocity and timing to cause what may be a permanent injury. I re-iterate. Car accidents suck.
On the up side of all this. I am strong. I always knew I was but now I know it even more so. And better yet than me being strong, my lovers are strong. This is incredible and amazing. How I ended up with the most incredible people in my life I will never know. I don't really feel like I deserve it, but I will take it. Who could pass them up? I am just not that kind of crazy!
I feel like I am constantly saying thank you lately and here I am again being grateful that I have people who actually want to read about my adventures. So thank you!
I am going to start something new on my blog very soon. Don't worry it will keep the same theme. And hopefully be sexier than ever. I don't want to give it away I find that if I tell anyone about it then it becomes a promise and ends up feeling like a job. The last thing I need is another JOB.
Take care everyone, stay sane out there.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Empress
I have a loyal subject and she, being my willing slave is constantly tested with trials that both amuse me and cause her to be reminded of whom she serves.
For example, this beautiful girl must straddle the toilet every time she pees, she is not allowed the privacy of a door. Anyone can walk by and see her using the toilet in this unconventional way.
She also has to paint the tip of one fingernail bright red. It is a simple but effective mark that she can wear in public. Small enough to be innocuous but she knows. Oh, yes, she knows.
She is only allowed to appear in clothing I provide her. One time I will give her only a thin sundress to wear, with nothing to wear underneath. Showing off her slut-heart and allowing her no modesty. Other times I will dress her in panties and bra that are one size to small. I like those days because she suffers a minor discomfort for me.
Once in a while I dress her as a boy, even going so far as to tuck her hair up under a hat and glue stubble onto her face. Breasts bound tight to her chest and strap on dildo in her pants. She follows me around on days like that, sweating as I make her carry all the purchases I make, open doors, pull out chairs. It is not easy for her to be my boy for a day. And when I get her home I will cuff each wrist and ankle to my four post bed, and fuck her cock. Making puddles of cum on her belly, and dripping down her silicone balls to puddle under her ass. Oh and she will beg and cry for her pleasure.
The only pleasure she is allowed is the pleasure of serving me. Today her orgasm is not to my pleasure, so I deny her one.
At times I will tease my poor kitten and give her a length of rope to wear. I enjoy watching her try to arrange knots artfully into intricate self bondage that is still deemed clothing. Sometimes the greedy slut will make herself panties she can squirm on and others she will make herself a bra.
The hardest thing I do to her (so she tells me) is restrict her language. She is not allowed to speak without my consent, and consent must be obtained daily or she is allowed no sounds. She has spent many a mute day unable to express the simplest request, because she slept later than I am was unable to obtain consent before my day started.
On the days she is given consent to speak there are always restrictions. Today she is not allowed to use any words that contain the letter E. Asking for anything is very difficult when restricted this way, and she can not even call me Empress as she usually would. Her sentences tend to be "Loving You, may I dish food for you?"
She can be very creative at figuring it out.
And when she is an amazing slave and spends a predetermined length of time pleasing me in every way I choose she is rewarded.
Her reward was once being the center of attention at a smallish gathering.
I pushed her back against the kitchen table, laying her back so her naked cunt is accessible and her tits and begging to be tortured. She is delicious and I plan on indulging myself and all of my guests. Gloves are on every guests hands. Sharp needles in various gauges are within reach, as are sharp biting clamps, a violet wand, a hitachi, and a first aid kit... just in case.
I tell her to speak her safewords once so all can hear. Then I nod at a cohort and a blindfold is slipped into place. Hands start caressing her body gently stroking and massaging. Working up slowly until there are small pinches and slaps. Her hands are crossed above her head and tied into place, while multiple people spread her legs wide and secure her ankles to the table legs.
The needles come out first and we waste no time pushing needles through tender nipples. The tips of which are firmly stroked as she gasps and squirms. My voice is in her ear at once, "Be still mine, we would hate to slip."
The next to be pierced is her labia, pinching the full lips between finger tips before sliding the needles in.
High pitched moans are coming from her now and I use the clamps to pinch all along her swollen aching clit. She is frozen in place, every muscle of her body is tensed.
My helpers are very eager to make my girl cum but I hold them off a bit longer. Poking at each piercing and wiggling the clips on her clit.
I turn on the magic wand, lowest setting, and arc to each piercing and each clamp, one by one.
My friends are eager to make my girl squirm even more, so the violet want is turned off. They tug each clamp off her clit, withdrawing the needles from her lips. They take turns alternately stroking and slapping her swollen drippy cunt. I know she is near to cumming and I signal them. While one slides fingers inside to press her g-spot another grabs her swollen clit and pulls.
I twist the hypodermics that have pierced her nipples and she screams as she cums, her entire body shaking in the pain and ecstasy of release.
She starts sobbing into her blindfold as the needles are removed and the hitachi is placed between her sopping cunt lips. She is cumming in waves now, blood and cum dripping to puddle under her. Tits being slapped and squished in strong hands.
At last her reward is complete and she is untied, blindfold removed, she is escorted to a warm bath where I gently wash her. The friends have all gone home, and my girl is humming music to herself softly. She is so blissed out, rubbing her pussy with a soft washcloth is enough to make her cry out and cum again. She shudders and I pull her from the tub, wrapping her in fluffy towels.
Tonight she will sleep beside me, I cuddle her close in my arms and we drift off to sleep.
Just as a note to my readers, this was so hot I had to stop halfway through writing it and go masturbate. I love the way my mind works!
For example, this beautiful girl must straddle the toilet every time she pees, she is not allowed the privacy of a door. Anyone can walk by and see her using the toilet in this unconventional way.
She also has to paint the tip of one fingernail bright red. It is a simple but effective mark that she can wear in public. Small enough to be innocuous but she knows. Oh, yes, she knows.
She is only allowed to appear in clothing I provide her. One time I will give her only a thin sundress to wear, with nothing to wear underneath. Showing off her slut-heart and allowing her no modesty. Other times I will dress her in panties and bra that are one size to small. I like those days because she suffers a minor discomfort for me.
Once in a while I dress her as a boy, even going so far as to tuck her hair up under a hat and glue stubble onto her face. Breasts bound tight to her chest and strap on dildo in her pants. She follows me around on days like that, sweating as I make her carry all the purchases I make, open doors, pull out chairs. It is not easy for her to be my boy for a day. And when I get her home I will cuff each wrist and ankle to my four post bed, and fuck her cock. Making puddles of cum on her belly, and dripping down her silicone balls to puddle under her ass. Oh and she will beg and cry for her pleasure.
The only pleasure she is allowed is the pleasure of serving me. Today her orgasm is not to my pleasure, so I deny her one.
At times I will tease my poor kitten and give her a length of rope to wear. I enjoy watching her try to arrange knots artfully into intricate self bondage that is still deemed clothing. Sometimes the greedy slut will make herself panties she can squirm on and others she will make herself a bra.
The hardest thing I do to her (so she tells me) is restrict her language. She is not allowed to speak without my consent, and consent must be obtained daily or she is allowed no sounds. She has spent many a mute day unable to express the simplest request, because she slept later than I am was unable to obtain consent before my day started.
On the days she is given consent to speak there are always restrictions. Today she is not allowed to use any words that contain the letter E. Asking for anything is very difficult when restricted this way, and she can not even call me Empress as she usually would. Her sentences tend to be "Loving You, may I dish food for you?"
She can be very creative at figuring it out.
And when she is an amazing slave and spends a predetermined length of time pleasing me in every way I choose she is rewarded.
Her reward was once being the center of attention at a smallish gathering.
I pushed her back against the kitchen table, laying her back so her naked cunt is accessible and her tits and begging to be tortured. She is delicious and I plan on indulging myself and all of my guests. Gloves are on every guests hands. Sharp needles in various gauges are within reach, as are sharp biting clamps, a violet wand, a hitachi, and a first aid kit... just in case.
I tell her to speak her safewords once so all can hear. Then I nod at a cohort and a blindfold is slipped into place. Hands start caressing her body gently stroking and massaging. Working up slowly until there are small pinches and slaps. Her hands are crossed above her head and tied into place, while multiple people spread her legs wide and secure her ankles to the table legs.
The needles come out first and we waste no time pushing needles through tender nipples. The tips of which are firmly stroked as she gasps and squirms. My voice is in her ear at once, "Be still mine, we would hate to slip."
The next to be pierced is her labia, pinching the full lips between finger tips before sliding the needles in.
High pitched moans are coming from her now and I use the clamps to pinch all along her swollen aching clit. She is frozen in place, every muscle of her body is tensed.
My helpers are very eager to make my girl cum but I hold them off a bit longer. Poking at each piercing and wiggling the clips on her clit.
I turn on the magic wand, lowest setting, and arc to each piercing and each clamp, one by one.
My friends are eager to make my girl squirm even more, so the violet want is turned off. They tug each clamp off her clit, withdrawing the needles from her lips. They take turns alternately stroking and slapping her swollen drippy cunt. I know she is near to cumming and I signal them. While one slides fingers inside to press her g-spot another grabs her swollen clit and pulls.
I twist the hypodermics that have pierced her nipples and she screams as she cums, her entire body shaking in the pain and ecstasy of release.
She starts sobbing into her blindfold as the needles are removed and the hitachi is placed between her sopping cunt lips. She is cumming in waves now, blood and cum dripping to puddle under her. Tits being slapped and squished in strong hands.
At last her reward is complete and she is untied, blindfold removed, she is escorted to a warm bath where I gently wash her. The friends have all gone home, and my girl is humming music to herself softly. She is so blissed out, rubbing her pussy with a soft washcloth is enough to make her cry out and cum again. She shudders and I pull her from the tub, wrapping her in fluffy towels.
Tonight she will sleep beside me, I cuddle her close in my arms and we drift off to sleep.
Just as a note to my readers, this was so hot I had to stop halfway through writing it and go masturbate. I love the way my mind works!
Saturday, August 6, 2011
As Promised, Kinky Book Reports
I made the promise a few months ago to publish book reports on a new collection of erotic literature and here they are.
Justine
I read this book first and I am glad I did, it was filled with flowery language and really required a lot of concentration to be able to get to the depravity of the story.
Justine is the younger daughter of a pair of siblings whose parents meet and untimely end. Her older sister changes her name and becomes a lady of the night in order to survive. Justine, feeling that because of her purity of heart and devotion to religion (note I do not say God) will save her from a life of sexual depravity and selling her body.
She is met many times with disaster and forced into sexual acts and eventually into sexual slavery. She escapes each one of these events, maintaining her trusting nature and immediately thrust back into even more horrendous affairs. The last of which was a teacher who was both beating a raping students and she was to act as a sort of governess.
I won't tell you the end, that would mean you have no need to read it. However if you are not good with reading stories of damsels in distress who never get rescued only raped and beaten, I suggest you do NOT read this book. She believes for the entire length of the story that she is a victim and that God will strike down all the sinners who surround her.
It was not my most pleasant read although the descriptions of the orgies were explicit and detailed. I certainly understand why the Marquis de Sade was considered a heinous fornicator. If Justine had not been forced repeatedly throughout the story but had instead been a "willing victim" I would have found the story much more to my liking.
I would very much like to read the story he constructed regarding her whore sister as I believe I would enjoy the tale immensely, his ability to describe sexual and sadistic scenes was nearly unsurpassed by any modern writer.
I did find some of the sex scenes to be worthy of daydreaming about while I masturbated but honestly I could not get off while actually having the book in my hand. Justine was simply entirely to much of a damsel awaiting a savior for me.
In fact the tale was so fantastical in all the woes this girl suffered that I found myself unable to feel empathy after awhile, it turned to pity and by the end, disgust. I mean really... you trusted another slimeball. It was like watching someone choose the same type of abusive lout for a boyfriend over and over and over. After a while you know that they are incapable of change and it just gets disgusting.
Three Little Birds
What a delightful book filled with tales of the naughty variety.
The book is a vignette of shorts, all sexual based in their manner. There are no gay stories(to my dismay), but there are lesbian stories, tales of voyeurs, polyamory, orgies, exhibitionism and coercion.
I found myself many times wishing there was more to any particular story as it seemed it just got good when they finished it. But then the next story would be a steamy sex scene and I would find myself squirming with arousal and soon masturbating.
Anais Nin's Three Little Birds is definitely for you if you just want to read about the sexcapades and not all the boring bits in between.
Good masturbation fodder.
The Story of My Life, part 1 and 2
This duo is a published journal of a man from boyhood to late adulthood and how his sexuality developed and grew.
I actually really liked the bold language he used saying piss, cunt, and cock liberally through out both books.It seemed quite authentic and while most of his sexcapades seemed rather... vanilla, I enjoyed reading it because it was all from the mans viewpoint.
He was a rather randy man and he would often have sex with two or three different girls in one night with none of the others knowing. He liked coercing virgins to give it up but then would always express disappointment when those girls turned out to be as inspiring as a mud puddle. He would often grow tired of them quickly and preferred girls who had experience and who just liked a good 'ol hard fucking.
I daresay he and I would have gotten along famously! Until I asked him to spank me or I slid a finger into his ass to stroke his prostrate. He may have objected at that!
Seriously, I found myself masturbating quite often during the sex scenes that were described.
By the end of it he seemed to have developed an unhealthy disrespect for women that turned me off. Hence I never finished reading the second book as it started to annoy me and I found myself more often than not disgusted with the author's blatant disregard for the pussy he so gleefully plundered his way through.
On a masturbation scale of 1-10 with 10 being OMG I must fuck a toy now! This book would rate around a 3.
Well that concludes my reviews of erotic literature that no person should be without having read at least once. The classics have officially been covered.
Look for more book reports in the future.
Justine
I read this book first and I am glad I did, it was filled with flowery language and really required a lot of concentration to be able to get to the depravity of the story.
Justine is the younger daughter of a pair of siblings whose parents meet and untimely end. Her older sister changes her name and becomes a lady of the night in order to survive. Justine, feeling that because of her purity of heart and devotion to religion (note I do not say God) will save her from a life of sexual depravity and selling her body.
She is met many times with disaster and forced into sexual acts and eventually into sexual slavery. She escapes each one of these events, maintaining her trusting nature and immediately thrust back into even more horrendous affairs. The last of which was a teacher who was both beating a raping students and she was to act as a sort of governess.
I won't tell you the end, that would mean you have no need to read it. However if you are not good with reading stories of damsels in distress who never get rescued only raped and beaten, I suggest you do NOT read this book. She believes for the entire length of the story that she is a victim and that God will strike down all the sinners who surround her.
It was not my most pleasant read although the descriptions of the orgies were explicit and detailed. I certainly understand why the Marquis de Sade was considered a heinous fornicator. If Justine had not been forced repeatedly throughout the story but had instead been a "willing victim" I would have found the story much more to my liking.
I would very much like to read the story he constructed regarding her whore sister as I believe I would enjoy the tale immensely, his ability to describe sexual and sadistic scenes was nearly unsurpassed by any modern writer.
I did find some of the sex scenes to be worthy of daydreaming about while I masturbated but honestly I could not get off while actually having the book in my hand. Justine was simply entirely to much of a damsel awaiting a savior for me.
In fact the tale was so fantastical in all the woes this girl suffered that I found myself unable to feel empathy after awhile, it turned to pity and by the end, disgust. I mean really... you trusted another slimeball. It was like watching someone choose the same type of abusive lout for a boyfriend over and over and over. After a while you know that they are incapable of change and it just gets disgusting.
Three Little Birds
What a delightful book filled with tales of the naughty variety.
The book is a vignette of shorts, all sexual based in their manner. There are no gay stories(to my dismay), but there are lesbian stories, tales of voyeurs, polyamory, orgies, exhibitionism and coercion.
I found myself many times wishing there was more to any particular story as it seemed it just got good when they finished it. But then the next story would be a steamy sex scene and I would find myself squirming with arousal and soon masturbating.
Anais Nin's Three Little Birds is definitely for you if you just want to read about the sexcapades and not all the boring bits in between.
Good masturbation fodder.
The Story of My Life, part 1 and 2
This duo is a published journal of a man from boyhood to late adulthood and how his sexuality developed and grew.
I actually really liked the bold language he used saying piss, cunt, and cock liberally through out both books.It seemed quite authentic and while most of his sexcapades seemed rather... vanilla, I enjoyed reading it because it was all from the mans viewpoint.
He was a rather randy man and he would often have sex with two or three different girls in one night with none of the others knowing. He liked coercing virgins to give it up but then would always express disappointment when those girls turned out to be as inspiring as a mud puddle. He would often grow tired of them quickly and preferred girls who had experience and who just liked a good 'ol hard fucking.
I daresay he and I would have gotten along famously! Until I asked him to spank me or I slid a finger into his ass to stroke his prostrate. He may have objected at that!
Seriously, I found myself masturbating quite often during the sex scenes that were described.
By the end of it he seemed to have developed an unhealthy disrespect for women that turned me off. Hence I never finished reading the second book as it started to annoy me and I found myself more often than not disgusted with the author's blatant disregard for the pussy he so gleefully plundered his way through.
On a masturbation scale of 1-10 with 10 being OMG I must fuck a toy now! This book would rate around a 3.
Well that concludes my reviews of erotic literature that no person should be without having read at least once. The classics have officially been covered.
Look for more book reports in the future.
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