Archive for September, 2008


Blog Carnival : Posts about Fetish Pinups, Nude Tai Chi, Prostate/G-Spot Orgasms

September 30, 2008

Welcome to the October 1, 2008 edition of carnival of alternative sexuality. I’m ever so disappointed with the number of entries this time but I’m determined to make all my posts this month about Erotica, so help me


Tali presents Pinups in Leather – Fetish Magazines posted at Tali, saying, “Leather, bondage and femdom make a great setting for pinup photography. Take a sneak peak into pinup subculture. I do however greatly enjoy the diversity in submissions this time.


Chris presents Totally Nude Tai Chi: A Review With Pictures posted at Martial Development.

JaniZee presents Prostate Massage – G-spot Orgasms – Fact or Fiction posted at G-spot Orgasms for Her – Prostate Massage (Prostate Milking) For Him.

That concludes this edition. Submit your blog article to the next edition of carnival of alternative sexuality using our carnival submission form. Past posts and future hosts can be found on our blog carnival index page.

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Crazy, Sexy Weekend, Part 3: “Naps”, Dinner & a Show

September 29, 2008


The weekend is officially over.

My pancake making was for naught. AJ and M slept well into the afternoon…well sort of. Occasionally M might wake up to caress AJ while she slept and we’d rub her down a bit before going back to whatever (me cooking). I burnt quite a few pancakes due to these interruptions, they came out good anyway! They had planned to leave at noon so M could join a soccer game. Nope. We planned to go out for sushi at 2…then 3. Nope. We slept all nestled in each other until 5 pm, at which point, I had to shove em out to make sure M met with a dinner date. SexyLazyfest 2008!

Anyway, I had a dinner date of my own. The couple I met two weeks ago offered to take me out to dinner where I had a spectacular corn tamale and fajitas. We went to their place and snuggled under a giant comforter to watch Deception – a tolerable movie that tricks you into watching it by having an anonymous sex club as a plot device. At the welcomed conclusion of the movie, we all slowly transitioned to fondling and sucking and fucking. The real show was watching them fuck each others’ brains out, an experience enhanced with giant wall mirrors. Are ceiling mirrors still tacky? I’m very much wanting them now.

Sweet, sweet slumber tonight alone in my bed is such a comforting thought. I still recharge from me-time and I think this blog is helping with that too.


Crazy, Sexy Weekend, Part 2: Lingerie Fashion Show, Ultrabar, I Won!

September 28, 2008

I did win the game of life yesterday.

BF, M, brought his current flirt friend, AJ, to spend the evening with us doing all sorts of lovely things. Since Aj had never been to DC, I felt I had to be just the perfect hostess to make sure the night was filled with all kinds of entertainment. I had never met her before yesterday and knew little more than the fact that she’s incredibly submissive and a huge flirt; both proved to be astoundingly true. I was taken aback upon seeing her – she was just absolutely gorgeous, something of a modern Venus with that irresistible coquettish charm. I was just as happy to see M whom I hadn’t seen in over a month. We kissed and prepared for the first event of the evening.

Dinner & A Show: Our plan to see Choke fell through but we instead took a long leisurely dinner at Rock Bottom. Keeping conversation flowing showed some difficulty at first but soon we all were laughing and carrying on about the regular chit chat type stuff that inevitably turned sexual. AJ soon warmed up to me, skimming her fingers on my skin. Just lovely. We left for the fashion show at Night Dreams holding hands and grabbing waists. Once there, AJ soon found some shoes she just HAD to have and wear before the show began. We stopped by the lil BDSM corner of the store – I saw the cutest pair of fluffy thumbcuffs and picked up a black pair to buy at the end of the show….HOWEVER there was a raffle, the very first draw turned out to be my ticket and the prize? Pink, fluffy thumbcuffs. I freaked out. I never win anything but tonight was obviously my night. The show went on, a parade of elegant lingerie on very enthusiastic models. AJ danced to the music and turned nearly head in the place. We just had to go clubbing now.

Ultrabar. Donned in our sexiest clubwear – short black dresses for AJ and I and a button down and jeans for M – we made our way to Ultrabar, fondling, kissing, and hickeying all the way. We got there and saw we had a long line to endure but, with a more than adequate amount of kissing and caressing, the time just flew by. M was on quite a dominant streak, often taking AJ’s neck into his hand and sucking on it while she squirmed and groaned. He even felt so bold as to give me a formal spanking in public. I’m sure having two gorgeous ladies as dates had his ego through the roof. We got in and danced and danced – together, apart, with others, on stages. It was on one stage that we met a beautiful young woman who expressed her joy in seeing other bi women at a straight club. AJ and I took turns dancing with her then kept her between us unabashedly exploring her body to the music. We got her number and moved on. M spent a good deal of the night defending us from unwanted guy gropers. As AJ and I kissed M then each other, a young man stopped M and told him that M is his hero. lol! M and I took a seat and kept each other company while AJ danced her feet to ruin. We eventually left, practically passing out the metro, AJ was sore all over from her shoes and could barely walk; when we got back to the house, M and I took a quick shower and resolved to give AJ a full body massage:

The Rest of the Night. Aj passed out on my futon and M immediately went to work on her feet and ankles. She sighed relieved when I took to her arms and hands. Massaged parts were covered with rough kisses and bites. AJ took very well to choking and M was happy to indulge her. The touches became more aggressive – the cuffs made a predictable appearance along with my star glass dildo. I think she loved it just as much as I do. M talked her through a number of very precisely controlled orgasms and we worked to make sure it came when he wanted. We found that even with a little spanking and the paddle, AJ still squirmed and bucked hard against the dildo (imagine that!) M and I enjoyed each other throughout with the whole session ending with me cowgirl style, AJ’s body spilt over M’s chest with the dildo still in her and M with both of us in his arms – we managed to all cum at the same time. 6AM. We all went to bed completely spent.

So now I’m making pancakes (poorly) and thinking how incredibly awesome this weekend is and it’s not even over yet 😉


Crazy, Sexy Weekend, Part 1: Fetish club, McDonald’s

September 27, 2008

Another crazy ass night that I need to recap just for my own sake.

Pre-Bound: Rae came over (late!) with her line up of shirt and panty options to compliment the rest of her lovely schoolgirl outfit – a very short, very fashionable plaid skirt, white thigh highs, black collar and black, pole climbing boots – we eventually decided on a black lace balcony bra of mine and a cut up tee to complete the ensemble. Having expressed to me a desire to get a bit healthier, I came up with a strict diet to start Wednesday that excludes fried food, soda, and hard cheeses. So, of course, we decided then to make a trip to McDonald’s at the end of the night. We take the metro all the while pontificating on subspace and gaining a bit of attention. I swear Rae strutted the whole way to the place, got us a bit more attention.

Bound: Got there early and got in free (woo hoo!) We must have been pretty smokin for all the compliments we received on our outfits and …generally being two hot ladies all flirty with each other. I recall leaving Rae in the club as I went to powder my nose, a very lovely young woman told me she was jealous of my girlfriend. Ego boost++. Every drink I got was just piled with more cherries due to a generous bartender – the first drink was 4, the second was 8 and the third was 10. I had a great time getting Rae to eat them all on her knees, from my fingers, from between my legs. Fantastic. We made our way to the Tesla’s coil (?) where Rae and I conducted all kinds of electric shocks to her most sensitive areas as well as some photography, some other curious girls’ tits and the very grateful owner of the device. Some song with a decent bass line came on and we danced with two hot, former strippers with a penchant for spanking “fucking gorgeous” asses.

Post Bound: Despite horny drunken guys leering, cat calling and attempting to flirt, Rae and I made a beeline to McDonald’s for yet another feast. Unfortunately, being hot shit we couldn’t be left alone to our flash-fried banquet and two guys who thought themselves to be the only ones in the world who loved two hot women in school girl outfits talked at us for a bit. Yeah, ok. We ate up and left.

Post Post: My favorite part…throughout the night I took to cutting out little X’s made of electrical tape and sticking them all over Rae. Each one represented an infraction just made – readjusting her clothes, making too much noise during some physical pleasure, swearing, forgetting things…etc – and by the end of the night she had 12. I traded each with two paddle stokes to her cute lil ass, for each she squirmed and groaned and squealed. We kissed, undressed and went to bed. There may have been some fooling around.

Morning: But a few hours ago, I woke Rae up so she could run errands but decided a lite spanking would be great to start the day with. I bent her over my sofa and skimmed her thighs with the edge of the paddle, she whimpered so sweetly I just couldn’t bear to use it. Bare hand, bare bottomed spankings; can’t beat em. Afterwards, knowing full well she wasn’t counting I asked how many times I had spanked her. She didn’t know. I ran my fingers over the bright red marks on her ass, got a bit of skin between my fingers…”20!!” she exclaims. lol, Good guess.

Gah I need a nap. Only 6 hours til the bf gets here with his new girlfriend for a movie, sushi, a fashion show and some clubbing. Stay tuned.


Switching & the Derisive, Coquettish Puppet Voice

September 25, 2008
Classic DCPV Pose

Classic DCPV Pose

In case you didn’t know:

Switching is the slash in the D/s relationship. It is being dominant and submissive to varying degrees and tends to get that whole pick-a-damn-side sentiment from the BDSM community. Very similar to that of bisexuality. I happen to enjoy both immensely.

Derisive, Coquettish Puppet Voice is the term my mother’s ex-boyfriend invented to describe the tone that manipulative, passive aggressive little girls use when they want something with just a hint of flirty sexiness. I’m convinced that this tone is exclusive to women and that every woman possesses it.

In a submissive role, I use the DCPV to death. I described the concept to the bf, making fun of my mother, he laughed and said “Oh yeah you do that all the time.” I was hurt but he assured me that it was one of the cuter things I did (when in moderation) unless paired with DCPV’s evil cousin, Derisive Whiny Puppet Voice.

 Dwelling on this further, I found that I generally avoid that higher pitched, girly tone to preserve my normally mature disposition BUT that it comes out with dominants. It doesn’t bother me then cause I’m too busy being a little brat of a harlot, and thankfully the voice doesn’t ever surface under any other circumstances. 

As a switch, I enjoy doing to others all the things I like to be done to me (there’s something deep and meaningful in there somewhere…) and so, of course, when Rae used DCPV last night, I found it totally endearing! I was thinking “Awww look at her trying to get away with something, I know what’s going on here!”

What is this post about? I have no idea. But it was pretty sweet when Rae flashed her tits for her Dom on the metro.


Hi-o from the Buckeye State

September 23, 2008

Mme. Hovary regrets she has not been able to regularly post as of late.

Lonely days, lonely nights here in Bowling Green OH.  Which is to say, no bedfellows save my coworker….who probably doesn’t swing my way.

I’ve been so busy I haven’t even debriefed (haha) the weekend before last.

As you may recall, Mme. Hovary was struggling to return the ooomph to her sex life.  BF had noted it was harder to get me off these days, and he was very gracious in discussing how to fix things.  I asked for a movie in bed and finding new locations.

I also took inventory of my life, because I believe everything you do can affect desire and performance.  I’m still somewhat directionless in life, and I still need a hobby that doesn’t require a naked boy.

That remains unresolved.  Still, I was really determined to end my cold streak.

Since graduating, I’ve had less alone time, ironically enough.  Less time alone to daydream and browse the erotic content of the internet.  A sexy frame of mind is really key for setting the mood, and that had gone ignored while work took precedence.

One weeknight after that uncomfortable convo with BF, he went out of his way to take his time and slow down the foreplay.  It was lovely and hedonistic and selfishly good.  That was the start of a good weekend.

On Friday we went for birthday drinks and Ethiopian food with friends.  We are old and have early bedtimes, so we went back to my place shortly thereafter.  We went to bed and slept awhile, then roused a little for some late night sex.  Awesome – hope I didn’t wake the roomies.

On Saturday, he left in the morning and I had a dinner date with another friend who lives up the street.  After showering later in the morning, I decided to sex it up a little.  Backless top, denim mini skirt, g-string.  I called BF to ask for that movie in bed, prior to my dinner engagement.

Once I got there, we made out a little in his living room.  Roomie was napping, otherwise I would have done BF there.

He pulled me into his room.  It was a muggy, lazy afternoon and the sun filtered through the blinds.  As the clothes came off, I thought how much I enjoyed being sexually available for him, and how dirty that makes me feel.

He kissed my boobs, bit my thighs.  When he was on top of me, I focused on the way he pushed my legs apart, wider and wider.  This whole promiscuity thing – hot.

After we finished, I showered there and said I’d call after I visited my friend.  Dinner was fab, and I called BF back as promised.

We watched the end of Bowling for Columbine, then readied for bed.  We sleep in our skivvies, but as I curled up with him it became apparent we weren’t done for the night.

The next morning, we drowsed a while, and I took advantage of the alarm cock.  After breakfast I left and puttered the rest of the day.  I returned to his place for dinner, and then we turned in early for work the next day.

I had worn another scant bit of underwear to his place that evening.  As I slipped into bed, I figured we might actually sleep, so stringy undies wouldn’t be comfortable.  I slipped them off.

“You’re nudifying, aren’t you?” he said.

I said yes.  He pressed against me and we kissed.  Weekend screw #5 was upon us.  Again, I revelled in feeling delightfully filthy, and I told him so when we were done.

So that was my epic September fling.  I’m hoping for an Oktoberfest repeat.  I’m on the road through Saturday, which precludes much action, but I’ll try to get my kicks in.  Good night and good luck to all the lovers out there!


Oh College Life

September 23, 2008

Having been a player at college, I always managed to snag some hot ones out of the incoming classes. This one in particular is tall, lean and has anime hair. You know what anime hair is – all the androgynously drawn Japanese heroes have it. It’s long and straight, sticks out in fun, sexy ways and it’s easy to grip.

So I was back in my college town for a party, where we run into each other again and catch up a little bit. With the prospect of continuing into the evening drinking aristocrat out of giant orange Gatorade coolers marked ‘Gin Bucket’ and ‘Fruit Punch’, I turn and say “Let’s go to your place and fuck.” Incidentally, my friend had already called a cab with that in mind. It pulled up behind the ambulance that was there for the guy who cut open his leg on a broken bottle – I hear that stitches were needed.

So about this little relationship from years prior – I am always the supremely dominant one. And it’s hot. But back in the dorm room, I am not taking control. I was finding it hysterical watching the sub try to figure out how to initiate sex. There I was, edge of the bed, shirtless and sweating a little bit, waiting to let the moves be put on me. About ten minutes later, we were finally next to each other laying on the bed and I hear an impatient but nervous, “Do you want to have sex?”

I burst out laughing and then it’s on. My hands rough on his shoulder, I push him backward and throw my weight onto him. We kiss and I scrape down the side of his neck with my fingers. His shirt goes to the floor. I grab his wrists and move his hands up and down my sides, then to my pants. He’s still on his back on the bed, but I send his pants and underwear to the floor. I trust they were something cute, but I didn’t really look. I’m standing up at the edge of the bed and let my clothes drop. Grabbing from under his knees, I swing him around, legs off the bed and spread on either side of me. I lean in, grab his hair to pull him closer, and bite his lip…

He’s moaned and yelped for good twenty or so minutes now, and I’m dripping sweat onto other fluids. With things still cooling off under the towels, we head to the showers of his suite-styled dorm. And some students of the incoming class met their RA’s fuckbuddy.