Whew! Well, that was a depressing entry, wasn’t it? Never fear, I’m still the kinky perverted chick you’ve all come to know and worship. 😉 It’s about time to move on to much more amusing things!
Luckily, just through my regular browsing du jour, I came across several lovely finds to share with all of you:
Dungeonbeds.com has really, really spectacular-looking bondage furniture. Really, it would be so easy to dress these up with some big soft fabrics draped over them, and no one would know that the thing exists so you can lie there suspended while your partner does naughty things to both sides of you. There’s something about bondage furniture – its form, and its function – that just interests me to no end. It just screams out for creative decorating to fool even the most suspicious types (like my Mom, for instance).
Sex and Propaganda: Really interesting essay – with lots of visual examples – of how countries use sex as a way to demoralize enemy soldiers. Plus, you know, damned pretty pictures. I know the pictures of scary men holding down nubile young things, their hands buried between the lady’s thighs, is meant to be terrifying. But they worked for me! Ahem.
AMF Korsets has some of the most unique and fantasy-laced corsets I’ve ever seen. Think the scene in the ballroom in the movie Labyrinth. Well, only a little darker. But yummy! Oh, to have a fortune… and a place to wear such trinkets.
Dark Garden, also a corset maker, is a little more traditional in its trappings – they even make wedding gowns with corsets – but some of the regular women’s corsets were stunning. My favourites? The Amazon (I *love* the colour), the Baroque (so Interview with the Vampire), the Sweetheart Longline (because I have the tits to carry it off – and look spectacular in it).
Now all I have to do is find the money… 😉
Two things:
First, your last post wasn’t depressing. It was interesting. It’s not exactly uncommon for women to think they’re “dirty” down there. (also, the problem is that you haven’t found a guy who knows how to relax you, not that you haven’t found a guy who can actually please you).
Second, “the Sweetheart Longline (because I have the tits to carry it off – and look spectacular in it).” – Now we’re going to want pictures. Someone needs to buy this little trinket for our darling Vikki 🙂
Your previous entry wasn’t depressing at all. It was… intriguing.
For some men, it is a real challenge to get a woman to admit to herself that she enjoys cunninlingus. The shame, or the guilt, or the idea of letting someone put their head there, whatever it is, begs investigation.
Sometimes, however, that investigation needs to be encouraged. Then it becomes an incredibly fun game to play. I hope that you find the right man to help you with this.
Be sure to let us know when you do.
And I’m sure that you would look absolutely wonderful in any of the corsets you mentioned.
But on a more aesthetic note, why is it that kinky purposed furniture tends to look blocky and industrial? Isn’t there someone out there making or designing kinky purposed furniture that looks good, or at least looks “vanilla”?
Neko
I’m with Neko and AveJoe — your “thing” about cunnilingus is what it is, and not in the least depressing.
I had a girlfriend who could really only cum that way, but at the same time could not bring herself to admit it…not that I was exactly pushing her to confess or anything.
I gradually learned the route was foreplay and a conventional fuck (her effort to please me), then — with me “satisfied” some immediate (i.e., no chance of cleaning up) and very targeted tongue action taking her where she definitely wanted to go.
There were two evident problems: (1) I really never liked tasting my own cum — no doubt a hangup for the obvious reason; and (2) something of a downer, not being able to screw her to a climax.
Only seldom would she depart from what came to be THE fixed scenario. She resisted many other kinks — I would have enjoyed tying her up (as you suggested) and doing the oral deed, but no way. When we did vary things, she tended not to cum, reaffirming the scenario the next time we were intimate.
It was a great relationship otherwise (“..and how did you enjoy the play, Mrs. Lincoln?”), punctuated by living in different places much of the five years (!) it lasted.
What am I saying to you, Vikki? You are a lot less inhibited than my fixated little chum. You obviously can talk well about it. The next guy (or girl? a real muff-diving possibility) will probably benefit from your openness. Enjoy!