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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Viagra.

Recently, I had a visit from a VIP who’d brought with him a little blue pill to trial.  It isn’t that he has erectile issues but he wanted to know what it would feel like to have a bigger, harder cock.

As advised by his drug dealer doctor, Steve had a half and within 30minutes he was … up and running.  I can tell you that it did make his cock more engorged and indeed it was harder.  Interesting.

Usually, Steve visits for a good few hours and while we both experience incredible orgasms – this time was different.  This time Steve came three times within the space of three hours.  Even as he was getting dressed to leave, I beckoned him to the bed so I could feel the weight of his cock in my hand – there was a certain heft to it.

Steve was fortunate enough to not suffer any side effects from taking the little blue pill – a mild headache at most but then he’d cum three times so perhaps that would be quite normal.

His drug dealer doctor didn’t ask too many questions so I imagine it is quite common these days.  Do not let shyness get in your way guys … give it a whirl.  I am right here.  Waiting.  xx

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Cock. Size.

One could say I am a bit of an expert when it comes to judging cock size – I have had a few.  While it would be true enough that many is the time I have squealed with delight when a man arrives with a juicy fat cock – it is time we talk about it.

Most men have average sized cocks.  The majority don’t think their cocks are average sized – is this because they compare themselves to the porn stars they watch? What use is a large cock if he doesn’t know how to use it? Not much.

When I cock worship, the feeling of a large cock filling my mouth my throat – it turns me on something wicked.  But.  The feeling of a huge cock inside my pussy is actually uncomfortable.  His kiss takes me away from the discomfort.  It is in his kiss.  I am not making sense.  Hang on.  Let me gather my thoughts.

I often put myself in the place of my guests.  How it might feel to arrive on my doorstep feeling all kinds of nervous and anxious about my skills, my body.  I understand what that feels like.  I like to imagine if my cock were tiny and non-operational I would up-skill in the areas that impress the fairer sex.

As an example, I have a guest who when he visits will focus on giving me the most amazing massage.  With just his hands the orgasm he teases from my body is incredible.  He is an amazing lover who is unable to sustain an erection or orgasm.

If we focus on what we can improve whether it be communication, oral skills, kissing – it all comes down to being honest and open with each other.  Stop thinking you are less than.  You are more than you could even imagine.

We all have things we are self-conscious about – I am super self-conscious about my body.  And yet – truth is I could easily go to the gym and get all buff and fucking whatnot but I am not interested enough I suppose.  haha.  I am soft and curvy and voluptuous – I am too much for most men.  And that’s OK.  xx

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Blood. Sweat. And Tears.

It is not my place to sit in judgement of any of my fellow humans.  I accept that what makes you you is not what makes me me.  Just because I don’t like the colour yellow it doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t.  I have an understanding of the human psyche from the interactions I have been a part of.

Now that I have that out of the way we need to discuss boundaries.  I would have said once that I hadn’t any.  Live and let live I would squeal as I dived into the madness head first.  Now, the landscape has changed somewhat and I guess I will just put the blame where I see it – pornography.

Everything is so much more intense out there.  I have seen men who have been down the rabbit hole and never come back out – such a dangerous place to live.  When you come to me asking for a little CBT – you simply must tell me what this means to you because it is possible that we have different interpretations of these kinks.

Sounding.  This is something I do not wish to engage in again.  I do not like to cause pain – don’t care if you like it – it hurts my soul.  I cannot abide it.

While I am being a bit of a grump – if you sweat profusely pleaase let me know prior to our date so I can ensure the room is cool enough and there be a towel near by.  If you are a smoker please make your way to my en-suite and use the mouthwash provided.  Just small things that need a little ironing out.  Thanks.

I cried for days over the man who wanted the pain.  I love pleasure.  I enjoy the odd spanking and hair pulling too but I prefer this be discussed so you understand my limits too.  xx

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Penis Pumps.

More than a few of my guests have ED due from prostate cancer – that may make it difficult to obtain or maintain an erection.  This is such a serious issue causing low self-esteem and confidence among our beautiful men.

I don’t know that women can really understand what that is like for a man, try as she might.  I could argue that many a women would wonder what it is like to lose the ability to orgasm when they possibly haven’t even experienced one.  Women just get on with it.  Remember, men are the true romantics.

A couple of my guests have pondered whether or not a penis pump would be a good idea.  I simply haven’t any experience but I did do a fair amount of research on the subject.  A good old Kiwi company appears to be right up there with the best so I am going to write and see if I can perhaps trial a couple.  Why not? If it is important to you, it is important to me.

If you have experience with penis pumps or in fact any other toys that have helped with your own ED I would be ever so grateful to hear from you.  Let’s sort this out! xx

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