Posts Tagged ‘Sexy’

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Photo: Sexy in the Workplace

March 13, 2009

It was my last day at work. Quit a week ago.

Whew, thank god.

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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 ūüėČ

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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.

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Looking for the Best Erotica, Due October 1st

September 22, 2008

So, the next carnival to be posted in a mere 8 days is centered on Erotica and Fetishes and so far I have a disappointing number of entries. I encourage all readers and bloggers to submit their favorite stories either found elsewhere on the internet or home-grown!

Nothing gets me going quite like a good, sexy story so I’m hoping for a better turn out!

Just click on the link below, put in the URL and you’re all done!

http://blogcarnival.com/bc/eprof_23010.html

Kthxbye

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The Abominable Art of the Flirt

August 28, 2008
Dismissed!

Dismissed!

I hate getting hit on these days. Where’s the romance? The suaveness? The tact? The respect? I feel like of late pick up lines are being hurled at me just as violently and maddeningly as insults.

The honks – I can’t believe people still do this. What exactly is the objective anyway? You get my attention and then what? Unless you plan on pulling over or honking out your phone number via morse code, the honk gets absolutely nothing accomplished except to leave you looking like a jerk. More often than not, the honk will scare me, causing my to jump out of my skin and leave me livid instead of even remotely enamored.

Cat calls and other “calls”: If you have to YELL at me to get my attention, then maybe you’re not in the right mind set to be picking me up at that moment. Better yet, the yells to follow up the previous transgressions; they usually go something like “HEY DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME?!” Those sound like threats to me. One young gent even gave further follow up “Hey I still didn’t get your number”. Yes, why thank you, I didn’t even notice that I didn’t give you my number, my bad. Why not just take the time to walk up to me and talk to me like a human being and not like your disobedient dog.

Third grade tactics – You know this. Someone will come up to me and tell me his friend likes me. Seriously? What’s his problem that he can’t handle the issue himself? Chances are I’ve run into this person and he just awkwardly stared at me while I was busy being hot shit. Grow a pair.

And my readers might think that these high standards would exclude anyone trying to hit on me in this day and age. Not true. Some people still manage to seduce me through a lovely conversation or an innocent compliment. This is proof that my existence on this planet doesn’t entitle anyone to treat me like crap.