Ye Olde Dick Pics.

Many is the man who has sent a photo of his beautiful cock my way when asked and of course, at times, when not asked so I have quite the collection now.  There are some who when I hear them cum during a phone call that I ask to take a photo of what remains – just because.

I was having a conversation with a fantastic man recently about this very subject – cock pics.  I have given it a lot of thought and come to the conclusion that this woman prefers photos of cocks that are not hard.  Let me explain.

The in between state between unaroused to aroused is where my lust lays.  It is still full of promise.  I wonder if that is odd.  It is a bit like my kink for men wearing sweatpants sans underwear … there is just something so fucking sexy about the way the cock hangs … I really really love that look on a man.

Just the other night I had a gorgeous man knock at my door wearing grey sweats sans undies – my excitement was palpable.  Even thinking back to that makes me feel a little something something down there …

While I might have a small collection of said photos I can tell you the name of every single one of ’em.  Like fingerprints – everyone is different.  And special.  Thank you for sharing.

 

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Moons.

On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?

Will he offer me his mouth?

Yes

Will he offer me his teeth?

Yes

Will he offer me his jaw?

Yes

Will he offer me his hunger?

Yes

Again, will he offer me his hunger?

Yes!

And will he starve without me?

Yes!

And does he love me?

Yes

Yes

On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?

Yes

I bet you say that to all the boys!

– Meatloaf

Wolf.  Come.  You know who you are.  You know what I want.  Offer me your mouth.  Bite my lip.  Did you know I can gush at the very thought of your body on top of mine? Your cock buried deep not moving at all while your tongue is in my mouth forcing my body to arch.  The sound of your breathing arouses me like you cannot even imagine.  I love that I can feel your heartbeat.  I feel your body reacting to your own arousal.  Layer upon layer of you me us – fuck me baby.

Last night I was alone with my thoughts which led me to the memory of you me us.  There is something honest about what we do – no pretence – just this tantric feeling of oneness.  Can I write that without you taking offence? We snatch time and make the most of it.  You fill me up.  But.  You are not here.  You are not even there.  You are on the moon.

It is Zeus and I now.  I have folded a towel beneath me so I can get all wild and abandon any sense of self control.  I can scream your name.  I can gush all over myself.  I am so aroused right now that I am going to have to let Zeus do all the work while I record my orgasm for you.  You know who you are.

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Merry Ho Ho’s.

Here we are again.  Christmas.  For me it is a bittersweet day spent contemplating what the next year might bring.  Those of you who know me will already know that I don’t have any people to spend it with so if you find yourself feeling a bit lonely and would like some intimacy … I will be here.

For those who have yet to make their way to me : Please, do not send a text with “Hlo.  Price?” Clearly if that is your level of communication then I am not the woman for you and you are most definitely not the man for me.  My phone spends the majority of its life on silent so calling me at 4am asking if I want a fuck is a sure sign you are mentally unwell, drunk or stoned – just – no.  Nope.

I plan on getting some long overdue writing completed over the next week.  Writing is my one true love, I have had little energy for this past month or so.  I have a rule when it comes to writing.  I am not allowed to edit – I am sure you have realised that by now.  haha.  I need inspiration.

Anyway.  Have a fantastic break.  I will be taking bookings in between bathing in the sun.  xx

 

 

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Sub. Mission.

You know who you are.  You walk with head held high while you stride with confidence.  Yeah.  You.  You are in charge with so many responsibilities and more than enough people relying on your abilities.  You’ve got this! You are in complete control.  But oh my … wouldn’t you like to lose that control just once in a while?

You know who you are.  You arrive at my door with your heart all aflutter and a bead of sweat running down your back.  That sweet moment when you could still turn around has gone the minute you ring the bell.  Fate is on the other side and she waits for no-one.  It is time to breathe in and it is time to breathe out.

You know who you are.  With eyes downcast for fear of showing yourself too soon you await further instruction.  Every cell in your body is fizzing.  Let it be excitement at becoming undone.  Decide that.  Understand that.  It has taken you all this time to get you from there to here.  Now you need only trust this one human being in front of you.  You will be taken care of.  Trust me.

You know who you are.  Have you ever come undone? Do those words make you wonder what it would take for you to become undone? Can you imagine what it is to give your power to another person? The trick I suppose is knowing them well enough to make their body dance.  You know that dance.  The one that starts with the breath and ends with a gush.  Arousal would be a snake if it were a word.

The mission is no longer impossible.

You know who you are.

xx

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Queening Chairs.

In middle ages, many women of wealth had male “tongue” slaves that would “serve” them whenever their husbands were away. The idea of only sitting on a man’s face would allow them to experience some pleasure but remain faithful to their husbands.
In ancient Persia, “queening chairs” were crafted to cradle the man’s head and neck for support in case he was called to service many women, or if the woman involved needed longer servicing than usual.
Women would sit on the chair and drape their dress over it. There was a hole they’d sit over where the man’s face was to be.
For the woman who has everything …
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Shed. Your. Skin.

You could save yourself a lot of trouble by trusting me.  I would wish that you relax and shed your skin when around me.  I have caught many in a lie that they have no need to tell.  I am simply here for you to experience who you really are.  With me.

I don’t give a hoot who you are to the outside world.  Mr. BigWig.  Mr. Politician.  Mr. Policeman.  You are my guest and as such I will afford you respect and consideration.  Please return the favour.  To me, you are simply a flawed human like the rest of us.  I would very much like to meet you.

For the first time in my life, I have nothing to hide.  I don’t have a family.  I don’t have friends.  I am sure society would have certain thoughts about me but what other people think of me is none of my business.  I am peeling off the layers of bullshit worn to walk in this world.

Come join me.  Let’s dig a bit deeper into who you really are.  What do you need to unlearn about yourself? I have only just learned that I have a type! I am older than the fucking trees and only just now see that I like a certain type of man.  You know who you are.

I would have been close to 30 before I even understood that women were meant to enjoy sex.  I had NO idea.  None.  I used to learn the sounds porn stars made so he might cum more quickly – the me from a million years ago had no reason to believe that I was meant to be turned on too.  So, you might understand now why sex is of interest to me.

I am happy to report that my depth of knowledge has increased and my shame decreased.  A lot of guests talk to me about having ‘fun’ in the bedroom but for me it is more sacred than that.  It is at the core of who I am.  Of course, for some of you it is just a bit of fun and you move on to whatever you were doing before your cock twitched – I get it.  I am here for you too.  xx

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Initiative.

Let me start this post off by admitting I know less than Jon Snow when it comes to most things so please take what I am about to write with more than a few grains of salt.  What do I know? I can’t pretend to understand your particular relationship – I just have a few thoughts about the subject.

Might I also start by adding that I have equal respect for men and women.  The older I get the more I understand the complexities of relationships.  I have far too much to say on the subject considering I am single AF.  I have had long relationships though so bear with me here … I have something to say.

Let’s delve into my own particular marriage so you understand that of which I speak.  I never once said no to my husband but I never once initiated sex.  I couldn’t have cared less for sex.  And yet.  He was an incredible lover.  He really was.  And truly, he was a good man but the thing he lacked is what I would imagine most men and women lack – initiative.

Why didn’t I want to have sex? I was tired – all the time.  I can’t tell you how exhausted I was – all the time.  The last thing I thought about was sex.  Had I known then what I have learned now – things could have been a lot different.  If he had only held my face between his hands and kissed me hard until my legs buckled – I would have been his.  I would have got on my knees and taken him in my mouth.  I would have bent over backwards and begged him to fuck me – harder longer more more more.

Why didn’t he? I would venture his fear of being rejected probably played into it somewhat.  Not ever saying no is very different from even once saying YES! I emasculated him.  Once I realised he was going to accept that submissive role in our relationship, perhaps that sealed our fate.  I don’t know.  He might have a very different answer.

It has started me on this road of redemption really.  What I would do to keep you guys in a healthy sexual relationship with your woman.  What I am about to write might be a little controversial and we both know that I could well be wrong, most likely am – don’t pay me no nevermind.

I am going to tell you men that we women want to remind you that you are a fucking man so start behaving like it. This woman wants to feel your power.  You do have the power.  Use it.  Women do not want or need it.  We already know who we are.  All powerful.  I wish I had some women to bounce this revelation off with.

Please note : I am writing this to those men who have accepted their fate – a shitty sexual relationship whether caused by menopause or habit.  When it comes to the seduction of your woman I by no means want you to imagine coercion being a party to it.  Pull me.  Don’t push me.  Do you get the difference?

When a woman feels safe – when she isn’t carrying the weight of the world – she will give herself fully.  Always feeling like I had to be in control was such a terrible feeling borne from feeling he couldn’t provide stability and security.  The very least I would expect from my man is financial security.

Hard Truth : Weak men create masculine women.  Strong men create feminine women.

Anyway, I am still pondering the issue so more thoughts will follow no doubt.  If you would like to add to the conversation, please do.  xx

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The Grand Experiment.

I have quite the interest in orgasms – yours and mine truth be told. For the purposes of this post, it is my orgasm we are talking about today.

If pleasure were a sound it would be that small sigh that escapes from between your lips. Those same lips that you might find yourself biting without even realising it.

Even writing this post I find I am still aroused from The Experiment which started over two hours ago now. I will find a way to share my findings later but for now I thought you might be interested in today’s events that led up to the beginning of The Great Unravelling.

I have the ability to gush without touching myself. This would usually take place after having a lot of sex or when I am at my most aroused. It isn’t something I have paid any nevermind to in the past wee while.

Today I decided to conduct an experiment. Without any outside stimulation – without any real thought – could I make myself gush just using my Kegel muscles and sheer willpower. The answer? Yes.

I grabbed a towel, put panties on – I didn’t want to risk soaking my bed – and there I lay. I didn’t give myself time to think about some depraved fantasy that would make a priest snarl.

I gushed. And gushed. I stopped. I started. I had full control. Even half an hour later I could just gush again. And again. Here I am two hours later and I know if someone were to tell me to cum – I would cum all over my thighs.

Am I aroused too often? Je ne sais pas. I haven’t even started yet! xx

Click here to listen … with your cock out! xx

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Wanted. Lover.

You would think a woman like me would have enough pleasure coming her way.  You would think a woman like me shouldn’t need a lover with the men she has in her life.  You would be wrong.

A woman like me finds it difficult to truly let go and become her wild and raw self when time limits are in place.  A woman like me has needs.  And wants.  I want it all and I want it right fucking now!

Just kidding.

Kinda.

I want a man who hasn’t the time limitations of other relationships foisted upon him.  Well.  I just want to have what I want – your undivided attention until I am begging you to stop.  Please and thank you.

Many is the man who as a guest in my home, has made me cum – I am grateful for that.  It’s just that I need more more more.  I want to be the centre of your attention.  I crave passion.  Connection.

We will know with that first kiss if you are meant for my lips.  What do I offer in return? I will give myself to you, fully.  I don’t expect you to stay hard for hours or come more than twice – the point is that it become about me.

So.  What would we be doing today? It is Sunday at 3.33pm – we will have spent the afternoon in bed already.  Twelve hours would be a good amount of time to spend pleasing me.  It isn’t all sexual.  Let me suck your brain.  You need to be able to at the very least entertain … my ways.

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Heckamejingers.

I learned something today about men and their orgasms.  A lovely man who has been to see me several times admitted his disappointment that he’d yet to fuck me.  I was really surprised at this admission.  To be fair, he did not lay blame on me but I have to admit I am pretty good at oral sex – or so I am told – he was a man who’d been hungering for so long that once he concluded that I do indeed love to suck cock it all became a bit much for him.

I am always delighted when my guests let go.  It is always preferable to me that he do what he wants – explode! I do need to explore the male orgasm – I am learning – still.  I think perhaps men spend a lot of energy trying not to cum / trying to cum / that they get stuck in their heads.  I would love to solve that problem.  Communication is key.

Had I known that he was concerned he’d cum too soon and that he really wanted to fuck me I would have responded accordingly.  I cannot have any man leave feeling less than ten feet tall.  So.  Tell me.  Gently.  Is it not as good if I make you cum with oral? I am a cock whisperer.  I can’t help it.  xx

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