All I Want For Christmas....

Wait, Santa!  Is it too late to give you my wish list???

Actually, I know Santa won't be visiting tonight for I have been topping his naughty list for years, but perhaps I have others who would like to be 'my Santa'.
Just saying that brings a certain flush over my body.  Santa.  A mature, charming fellow who always has a twinkle in his eye, a warm, welcoming manner, and invites me to sit on his lap.

At the request ...no, at the urging...alright, perhaps strong insistence of some of my sweethearts, I have created an Amazon wish-list, and I will also include a few other ideas for those who find indulging my secret desires a passion of theirs.  I'm painfully shy about this, but am striving to learn that it is a certain blessing to receive, as well as it is to give.

This is just what comes to mind when pondering such an idea.

My Amazon wish-list is listed under - Joy Full

Painting the town red,  even better when you are included!

Music Concerts, including most classical and jazz events:
Seattle Symphony
Jazz Alley
Tula's
Highway 99 Blues Club
Triple Door Theater
Chateau Ste. Michelle Winery Summer Concerts
Tacoma Symphony and Sinfonietta
Jazz Bones in Tacoma
Olympia Symphony
Bellingham Symphony
Cascade Symphony in Edmonds
Portland Symphony
Portland Blues Festival

Fine Dining all throughout the region

Personal Pampering

Here are a few ideas to support my efforts for health and wellness of mind/body/spirit:

A session with my favorite masseuse, acupuncturist, chiropractor, yoga instructor, mani/pedi, or a visit to this luxurious spa - http://www.olympusspa.net

Dainties, Fripperies, and other such Thrilling Adornments

Ring - 6 1/2
Toe Ring - 5 1/2
Gloves - Small
Top - Medium Petite
Skirt - 10 Petite
Dress - 10 Petite
Bra - 36C
Panty - Medium
Shoe - 6 1/2 or 7

Lustier Pursuits

 

NEW - A S*X Swing - hammock style

 

Gift Certificates or funds toward any of the following:

Babeland
Wild At Heart
Twisted Monk
Shibaricon
Bali Bliss Retreat

I believe that is more than enough!  And I would like to give my thanks in advance for all those caring, dear-hearted, generous persons who find such joy in making me feel so special!  

 

Are you on Santa's naughty list?

Boys, boys, boys.  

Be VERY careful.  

This is what happens to naughty boys 

at the hands of Miss J.F. and Miss Victoria Rage.

Mrs. Claus appreciates our help, 

for she is in charge of disciplining naughty boys.

I do love collaborating with my associates!

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Holiday Spirit Nymphette!

Mother Nature throwing the keep into the darkness this eve and now the flickering candle lit room, I reminisce of my most recent experience with the incomparable Joyfull. Having known her from almost her start and carousing in the South Sound, I love to tell of the lore which always favours this exquisite lady. I recently ran into the joyfull one at a gathering of friends, but I had arrived late as everyone was leaving. When departing, got a text titillation back and forth from her and made an appointment on the fly.  I have promised (crossing my heart) to come to her Seattle establishment for the very longest.  I had the time and was in striking distance. YES!  As usual, got fairly lost en route, but did stop off for a house warming gift. Then off to the abode with the most dizzying directions imaginable.  I finally found a parking space with the nymphet up in the window waving madly at me. Grabbed a bottle of chocolate wine and the gift bauble.

Joyfull is a timeless and special person. Memories fill my mind of our play adventures over the years as I approach the villa up this curvy walk.

Played a tune at the door on her announcement device (don't ask).  Ushered into the abyss and we toured the place. So VERY quaint and like Joyfull, eclectic. Flutes and cork screw  ...Voila, a glass each clinking a toast and then over to meet Lil Beastie and the partridge in the pear tree that I was privileged to add my contribution. I love the room we call down South the 'sun pawlar', that faces out to her winter garden. The wintry day prevents a spin through the famous Secret Garden.

With the tour, we head up the winding steps to the small boudoir and bath. Then a little more wine and a little less clothes as we re imagined and refreshed ourselves with one another. No specifics this time but afterwards we did get in the shower as we are smallish hobbit like creatures where we rubba dub dubbed with loads of luxurious soaps.

Soon all tidily dressed and an exit tune. I part her joyfullness forth wit only to be in a mesmerized state driving up I5 the wrong direction at rush hour and a nickle tour of the International district to boot! But was it ever worth it! ...

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A Dark Night with Miss J.F.

As when trying to write other reviews of time with Joyfull/Miss J.F., it's taken a few days to process and to put the experience into words.  First, I am always amazed by her creativity and desire to make each meeting special and just a little different than the last.  As in the past, Joyfull and her alter-ego Miss J.F. made an appearance.  My only request for our visit in Portland was that at least part of the evening be Dark...

This time it was Miss J.F. who met me at the door.  She was jaw-dropping all in black -- vinyl dress, thigh-high boots with sliver clasps up the back, and a lace cape in the pattern of a spider-web.  It doesn't get more awesome than that does it?  Also, with Miss J.F. there are no introductory pleasantries exchanged, no how about this crappy weather we're having.  It's all business right away and as I've learned (but repeatedly forget out of sheer intimidation), you better look her in the eye when she's talking or giving you an instruction or you will be punished. 

Miss J.F. traveled to Portland with all her paraphernalia and again pushed my boundaries.  During the first third of our time together, after being tied to a pair of chairs and summarily flogged (which in itself was an event), I was led to the "operating room." Here she performed a very delicate surgical procedure.  It was to be so delicate in fact I needed to be completely restrained to a massage table/hospital gurney with plastic wrap.  In my entire career in the healthcare field I have never come across this restraint method but it worked. 

Immobile throughout, Miss J.F. wielded a wide variety of "medical" instruments during the procedure.  By the end, it was evident that this surgery was overdue as there was a lot of "bleeding" and quite a lot of suction was required.  Fortunately, I was in excellent hands for Dr. J.F. is a highly skilled specialist in this area.  I am happy to say the operation was a success. And while I have no side-effects to report, other than frequently reliving the experience, I do feel a follow-up will be needed. 

The rest of this wonderful evening was spent with Joyfull.  After a shower and change of costume, we went out to dinner which included some fantastic conversation and one wild server whom we thought at one point just might end up coming back with us.  Then it was back to the medical center, I mean, house (which, by the way, was a really excellent space on loan from one of Joyfull's Portland friends).  Before we spent some time in the hot tub to relax a bit, Joyfull showed off some lingerie and a fantastic necklace (all black, of course) in which she was stunning.  After the hot tub, we went back inside for an absolutely blissful time for which there really aren't enough superlatives to describe.  The whole experience was just above and beyond.  Thank you Joyfull.

You'll have to excuse me now, I think I need to schedule my next follow-up appointment with the doctor...

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A Sensual Domme

I normally refrain from writing reviews but felt compelled to do so after seeing Joyfull. This is probably one of the most challenging ones I have written too - keeping parts private between us while at same time communicating about a wonderful evening...

A bit of history - Joyfull welcomed me to this venue when I first introduced myself many years ago - I think the same month she also came to this venue. I did not see her until just recently. We have communicated some to a limited degree, in various ways, off 'n on since then. We have talked briefly some at a couple of social functions. That night with Joyfull she said I had told her 'she was not my type'. GULP! I do not remember that but I know from experience never to argue with a lady. I have grown to respect people and enjoy them for who they are and hopefully enjoy me for who I am. And yes, Joyfull has intrigued me for some time now because I have learned more about her. Little did I know how much of a treasure she really is until now...

She and I had been communicating some recently and I sent her a one line email - Surprise, I want to see you. There was a short flurry of emails and our encounter was set. The agreement was: nothing special - just be yourself with no expectations. Joyfull communicated her standard methodology of meeting for the first time. I showed up on time and was warmly greeted. 

There is a standard process/ritual she follows in preparation for follow-on activities. But little did I know how much she prepared herself for my evening with her. She made sure it was a special evening tailored to me - not because I asked her for nothing special but because it is who she is... We talked some and that is when she told me she was a sensual DOM.... HMMM - what is a sensual DOM I ask myself? A little later I soon found out... I also discovered I have some DOM in me - based on my reading of her body language and eyes. We did not butt heads nor try to control each other, but we figured out a way to make each other happy by being respectful of each other and understanding each other's desires without saying much verbally. In my experience this is lucky to occur, if at all, on the third or fourth date but for us it occurred naturally the first time.  

I will not go into details of our wonderful evening together. I will say I found a way to keep her from talking, much less thinking coherently ---> a slow buildup with her will make her skin the most sensitive 'organ' found and extremely responsive to say the least. Our time together was for each other's enjoyment. We are both giver's and we both gave a lot because we wanted to... We both ended the evening on a high note at the same time - something rare indeed... Then off to her double-headed shower and I was out the door. I left a bit late - but there was some uncooperative elements and she would not take no for an answer.

Joyfull is one of those special ladies that understands her companion, plans and prepares, has surprises along the way and truly enjoys the company she is with. There is only one other lady I have been with that does this. IMHO - that puts Joyfull in the special level. What surprised me is she sent me a quick note after our evening almost before I left. All I will say is that what she communicated put a special smile on my face

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An Arresting Day with the Good Cop/Bad Cop - 

Miss J.F. and Ms. Victoria Rage

 

Miss J. F., Ms. Rage, and I had been flirting back and forth for months. Threats and teasing over what could or would occur if I ever allowed them to both get their clutches on me.

This was the thought that passed through my mind as I shifted the two bowls of roses into my left hand, freeing up the other to knock on the now familiar door of Victoria Rage.

There was a brief yet muffled comment, followed by what I swear sounded like a giggle. Then the click clack of heels on hard wood floors, and the door opened.

Before me stood my two favorite ladies. Victoria was donned in her classic black Domina dress. A vision in any lighting. Joyfull was wearing a full body stocking. Never could I have imagined such a thing and I grinned at my good fortune.

And this is when the trouble began.

You see, they were on to my tricks, and they were unimpressed. "Were these flowers meant as a bribe?", they asked accusingly. "Did you think we'd go easer on you? Be more lenient?"

I stammered out a response and was ordered into the bathroom to disrobe. No one said it out loud but I got the sense that if I didn't hurry I was going to be in even more trouble than I already was. Domina has many strengths, but patience is not among them. Sure enough I was taking too long. Miss J. F. Came in and began pulling articles off of me in an effort to speed me along. The 'Good Cop' had been unearthed.

She, giggled with mirth, and led me into the other room wher the 'Bad Cop' awaited. The order to lie down on the table was given, and having judged this to be an inappropriate time to be disagreeable, I did as instructed. Besides, I was staring at two gorgeous creatures. What could there possibly be to disagree about?

My grin must have gotten me in trouble, because a bond fold was produced and I was now limited to my other senses. Damnit! A less agile Matt Murdock I'm not. Now I've been on this table before. Heck, I've even been strapped down to it before. But I'd swear that sounds like Saran Wrap being unrolled.

For the remainder of the morning I was blind and bound. I lay there helpless as they switched back and forth, taking turns with the Good Cop/Bad Cop roles until the line was blurred beyond comprehension. Tortured , teased, and used mercilessly for their amusement. Instruments were wielded, devices were employed, and I loved every minute of it. 

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Advanced Course under Professor J. Full

In response to an online notice of a very special Graduate Level series of lecture demonstrations in "Conscious Exploration of Adult Sensuality",
I submitted an application complying with the registration requirements for a particular special personal evening class given in mid September entitled:
"Advanced Degree in Methods of Observing A Commemorative Chronological Event"
As a result, I forward this hopefully helpful report in that it might prove useful to others that might want to engage in this life enhancing, rewarding educational pursuit. Upon my acceptance notification, I impatiently awaited enrollment in the above pedagogical tutorial and be the recipient of such enlightened and dedicated instruction

Very fortunately, I successfully completed the required prerequisites, as well as the extended period of years to qualify for matriculating in this private University class. My resumé had already been forwarded and I indicated to Professor J. Full that I would be bringing certain professional materials and supplies for use in the intense coursework I anticipated in the two some hours this special class would involve.

In terms of the syllabus as outlined in the curriculum offered, after the initial class introductory lecture and exchange toast, we placed emphasis on pursuing studies in preliminary physique discovery and mutual contact, followed by further advanced investigation of the physical properties of sensation. With diligence and perseverance, I was actually able to accomplish such particular assignments required by her with such provocative, and challenging instruction encouraging me to final completion.

With such, and after a suitable break with some effervescent libation, it was instructive to also delve into some basic research of the two modes of chronicled legendary F.B.S.T. with demonstrations of both deep mesomorphic exploration as well as investigation of escalating hedonistic surface sensations utilizing special accoutrements that the skilled Doctor employed, as well as also demonstrating my own learning on her as part of my fieldwork.

Which brought us to the final summarization of the project with some close mutual sharing of an existential state of bliss experience, where I succumbed to the cognitave and somatic charms of this most excellent genius of corporeal scholarship, followed by my submitting the final draft of my thesis for approval and precise evaluation.

Of course, there was the question that, in addition to any conscientious effort and brilliant accomplishment, that I might have exceed in expectations, and particularly excelled as a student to qualify for graduation summa cum loud, that I then could perhaps be considered to be eligible as a "teacher's pet"! Professor Joy did produce for me a savory deep chocolate, orange infused, tasty pastry with elegant sparkly candles (of a sufficiently representative number) as an edible diploma - and - she did pet me!

COURSE RECOMMENDATION: If you qualify as above, I certainly highly recommend any gentleman apply for this rigorous, but rewarding Graduate level course from such an outstanding, highly trained, and master Professor in the fine art of intellectual and physical pleasure!
A privileged student of ecstasy

It's National Breast Health Awareness Month!

 

And I have GOOD NEWS! (from now.MSN.com)

 

Squeezing breasts could prevent cancer, study says.

Getting to second base, the holy grail for hormonal boys, is now science: New research has shown that squeezing breasts could prevent malignant breast cells from causing cancer. This doesn’t give pervy dudes license to grope you on the subway, ladies, but it does mean boob-grabbing should be a regular part of your self-care routine (yes, absolutely try it DIY-style). Experiments found that physical pressure led cells back to normal growth patterns, and that even after compression was no longer applied, the malignant cells stopped growing. Spread the word, boob-lovers of the world!

 Gosh, I have such hand-y friends!

Pirate Day!

AARRR ye ready for some serious 

swashbuckling action? 

 It seems that there is an International Talk Like A Pirate Day every September 19.  I haven't missed out on it for three years now along with a scalawag of a landlubber.  He be fancying his favorit lusty pirate wench to make him walk the plank and plunder his booty while tied and chained to the mast of me ship.

This saucy lass never knows what treasure I be finding to wrap me pearls 'round.

That's quite a cutlass the scurvy lad had thar, 'nd needed a good scabbard! 

Avast, Cap'n!  Care to shiver me timbers?

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Good Cop/Bad Cop - Double Domme Duo

This review is for the Good Cop/Bad Cop double domme duo encounter with these two wonderful women. I am still nearly as speechless as I was immediately following it.  But all in a very good way...

Miss J.F. essentially organized an evening out of my vague request to come visit her again in Seattle.  Last time I was there she showed me the Good Cop/Bad Cop ad on this board. Although it stuck in my head at the time I thought "no way I'll ever get a chance at that." Lol! So when she mentioned that as an option and drafted a memorable proposal around it that encompassed seeing her and the duo there was really no way I could say no.

I met Miss J.F. at her place first.  She met me at the door dressed head to toe in black with a rad pair of Goth boots on.  How this was the uniform of the Good Cop I didn't know and I didn't ask.  But it definitely set the tone for how much "leniency" I would get. :-) After an incredible time there in multiple restrained situations, inspections and other very wonderful stuff I was handcuffed and placed in the back seat of Miss J.F.'s car.

Once inside Miss Victoria's chamber the tone shifted palpably.  Miss Victoria, aka the Bad Cop, was dressed in that signature latex suit you can see her in on her website and in heels that exactly matched her bright red lips.  With her dark hair and that figure I have to say I was pretty much blown away. But my view didn't last long; after the briefest of intros I was taken to a room, told to kneel, and was blindfolded.  A short interrogation ensued...

I think from there it was pretty much all Bad Cop. :-)  I remember being strapped onto the inversion table and blind-folded again. Then a variety of different instruments were used.  Each feeling more fascinating than the last. I really have no idea how long this lasted but from there it was off to the exam room for a final, well, cavity search, and then some electro-stimulation before being released on my own recognizance.

This being my first time with any of this, I was visibly terrified but ultimately found it incredibly exciting.  And really given the possibilities of that scenario and I am sure the gentle and judicial use of of the implements by Miss Victoria, I have to say it was essentially the perfect intro to this.

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How High The Moon

I immediately became aware there was some chemistry between Miss J.F. (Joy) and I when we discovered we shared similar interests.  Further e-mails led to very sexy flirtations.  Due mostly to my scheduling constraints we were not able to meet for a couple of weeks.  I decided to meet first for social time at a Thai restaurant in her neighborhood.  After 90 minutes of dinner, sharing a bottle of wine, soft talk, gentle caresses and sweet kisses I was busting out of my seams by the time I got to Ms. J.F.’s in call.  As I got out of my car I mentioned that, and she just *had* to check me out right there on the street to verify!

Our date was on a full moon and she put together a playlist of mp3’s on her laptop that each had the theme of moon in it somewhere.  We walked in to hear Ella Fitzgerald singing “How High the Moon” (one of my favs).  After the necessary formalities we proceeded to go at each other as any boy and girl might who hit it off big on the first date.  OMG she is just amazing!  Ms. J.F. is super imaginative and I get the impression she’d cater to almost any whim or fantasy you have.  In my case the GFE fantasy was all I had in mind so she gave it her full attention.   Her French skills are about as good as they come and one gets the impression she is enjoying it nearly as much as you are.  After French I declined both of Joy’s kind offers of massage table and tying me to the bed and proceeded to the usual boy and girl activities I know and love.  One nice thing about Joy is that she gushes when she cums.  We ended in missionary.  I was just about thinking it was time to take off the rain coat and let her finish me off when the water came and she came.  The excitement of Joy’s orgasm and the warm fluid dripping off my balls pushed me over the edge and I joined her in a delightful orgasm.

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What Ye Been Waitin' Fer?

It was almost International Talk Like a Pirate Day and I realized I had to visit Joyfull. It is fast becoming a yearly ritual.

Joy greeted me in her saucy wench outfit with mesh stockings. We exchanged a few ARRRs, Avasts and laughs. Joyfull, ever the consummate hostess, had some tasty snacks and drinks waiting for me. We chatted a bit about the hobby, and our lives. It was then I noticed that naughty smile, and the fun began. Joyfull has been studying the Asian art of Shibari and was looking for a "lab partner". Next thing I know I am wrapped up by Joyfull and receiving some of the best French I have had.

A while later and one spill we retired to her play room. We engaged in some lovely positions and savored mutual French. All of this was punctuated with laughter, chat, and lots of teasing by Joyfull. Alas life was calling, so we finished my micro vacation with a shower (with two shower heads) and several hugs.

Joyfull is such a delight. While you visit her you never quite know what to expect, but you will always leave with a smile. She uses her creativity to make every visit different and special. I wonder what other holiday we could celebrate?

Arrr! So ya scurvy dogs. What ye being waiting for?

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An Overnight Adventure!

This started with a social visit I had with Joy while she was here in Portland early August after seeing her ad here.  I will say that there was some very good chemistry during the inital visit and I got a taste of the shibari craft that Joy/Miss J.F. practices.  I suspect we reached the bounds of what could be done in a public place that by the end begged for a longer visit.

We emailed over the course of a couple weeks, discussing options and possible times to come up to see her in Seattle.  Somewhere along the way the idea of an overnight visit came up and when the offer came I jumped at the chance.  I am new to the BDSM and so I had difficulty voicing what it was I wanted to do.  I knew rope should be part of it but I also wanted to get my hands on the woman I saw in Portland.  We eventually settled on a date for the overnight.

Joy fashioned an evening to remember. I arrived in Seattle around dinner time and we made a quick decision to get some seriously good fast Mexican. We seemed to have not lost much of the chemistry from the first visit and Joy is so charming that it was easy to settle in. We made a stop at Babeland. From there we headed back to Joy's where the magic was to begin in earnest.

At her place we went through the ritualistic mouthwash and toast. I took a shower and when I was done Miss J.F. was there wearing a black feathery coat over black lace with stockings and crazy high heels. I was blown away, speechless actually, and in no time my hands were tied behind my head. A very sensuous foot-bath was followed by her touching me and more rope; this time around my cock and used like a leash to lead me away to the shibari room.

Still as my first time with a dominatrix I had no idea what was in store but at the same time I felt completely safe in J.F.'s extremely confident and talented hands. Ever more rope was wound around my body and I was tied to the bed. Some of what followed is a dreamy blur (possibly owing to being blind-folded part of the time) while other images are seared into my brain. There was just enough back light to see her silhouette dishing out the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.

With hours left in the evening Joy suggested a bubble bath and ice cream. It seemed the perfect, soothing post-bondage ritual. We had some really great conversation followed by some serious arousal. We moved to the bed and more fun quickly ensued. To say Joy has stamina or enthusiasm is to not give her enough credit and I tried my best to match her late into the night.

The next morning Joy brought coffee and crescents to bed. Once re-energized though, the focus quickly turned from food to, well... Afterwards we chatted and said goodbye over a delicious breakfast and Bach playing in the background. Clearly I had an extraordinary time with a truly exceptional woman. I would say if you come prepared the places Joy/Miss J.F. can take you are practically limitless.

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I Could Have Spent All Day With Her

 

I have known Joy thru the chat room for the past few months.  Joy is a very sweet and fun lady.  From the moment she stepped into the chat room, I have grown a liking towards her. Those who know me from the chat room know that I like to tease those who I am fond of.  My teasing can go overboard at times and can upset people once in awhile. This is something I am aware of and trying to work on.
That said, Joy and I have had our challenges, so I never thought Joy would ever see me.  Ok, so it's Saturday early evening and I was in the chat room.   Joy comes in and after some light banter  I PM`d her and asked her.  She had to leave the chat room, but as she left she said to email her if I was really interested.  I thought about it for a second and said what the hell I will give it a shot, all she can do is say no.  If she says no, I will know where I stand and count it as a learning lesson.

Well as you can see she agreed to see me the next morning.  After some email exchange about how long and other details she said she would call me an hour before the date.  The next morning an hour before the date she calls we chat for a few minutes.  During the chat she expresses nervousness cause she doesn't know what to expect from me. I told her that things would be fine.  Now after the phone call I am getting nervous cause I didnt know what she was up to.  I don't care at this point, as I am going thru with this no mattter what.  She was a couple of minutes late calling me with the room # and said she took too long doing her hair.  Ok, I don't really buy that, I think she was gathering her nerves, but who cares.  I found the room knocked on the door she said "Eric?", I say "yes", she opens the door, but stands behind the damn door as she opens it.  I can't get a look at her til she starts to shut the door.  I am thinking WTF am I getting myself into.

Our eyes finally meet and I am thinking, damn she's cute, we are going to have a great time.  As she looks at me for the first time her eyes get as big as saucers and she gets a big grin on her face.  I was not what she expected in a good way, so she says.  As our eyes are meeting for the first time, it seems we both came together for a wonderful hug and first kiss on the lips.  She is so short during the embrace, I picked her up off the ground with the hug.  Very nice start and I knew I was in for a great time.  I let her down from the hug and we went to the couch for some chit chat to get to know each other. The chat was brief, as she had said she had alot planned for our time together and we better get to it.  I won't go into all the details. She told me I was her king and that she would do her best to please her king.  I could have spent all day with her.  She was so sweet and seemed to love the time we were spending together.

The date was pushing her check-out time at the hotel, so we wrapped things up and ended the date.  I got more than my agreed time with her.  Knowing she was up against check-out time, I offered to help her pack her things up and she let me.   I was surprised.  She also had alot of things, so I offered to help her carry her things down to check out, then to her car.  She must have trusted me, cause she did't hesitate taking the help, and I was glad to help the little lady out.  I gave her an ending hug and kiss at her car, then went about my day.

I know this is really long, but I want to let everyone know just how great of a lady Joy is.   She doesn't realize she is cuter than she thinks. 

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 In The Garden

Joy is all about your enjoyment, and hers. Warm, engaging personality. Intelligent and easy to talk with. She takes care of you, in all ways. Incredibly responsive to my attempts to please her. Skillful, persistent, creative French to the end - my eyes rolled back in my head and I did not know where I was for a bit.
She has more toys than I know what to do with - glad SHE knew!
There are the incredibly beautiful, the athletes, the soulful who make you think you could fall in love, the spiritual. Joy revels in the fun of it all - and when you are with her, so do you.

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Experimentation with a Sexy Vixen

 

I had previously seen Joy for a shibari training session (she was quite good by that time!), and had learned that she was dipping her toes in a different pool with a sensual domme alter-ego known as Miss J.F. As I learned after I arrived, this is actually meant as a play on the word "mischief".

We made the session arrangements via a couple PM's back and forth on Twitter after she mentioned that she was interested in playing that day in a rather playful way.  Joy and I communicate via Twitter a lot so she knows that I'm submissive and a few of my fetishes, which she finds intriguing. Her sensual domme persona is something she's still growing into, so there's a fair amount of experimentation in session, which I'm only too happy to help with

Don't expect any pain, humiliation, or things that don't feel good, as that's not her style at all. She doesn't really want to go there. However, there's plenty still left to explore as a sexy vixen in control, especially with her now extensive shibari skills, and her creativity with various household items that transform into toys, such as the item I swore was a wartenburg wheel Miss J.F. is very concerned during session that you're feeling what you want to feel, and having a good time!

It felt REALLY good to let Miss J.F. do her thing and have her way with me... from a strap-on to some foot and butt kissing, my "bits" being manipulated and tied in some interesting configurations, and some light nipple clamp play.

I'm really looking forward to seeing Miss J.F. evolve further, as well as seeing "sweetheart" Joy as well! Thank you for a wonderful experience!!

Moonstruck

Once in a Blue Moon.........I need a helping hand!

Can you believe August is a Blue Moon Month?  If you are anything like me, I find full moon energy to be quite compelling.  Just seeing it fills me with a sense of awe and magic.  I want to dig my hands in deep and explore all things hedonistic.  Lust and lasciviousness prevail.  Just think, August will have two full moons!  This will be an exciting month for sure and I'm hoping you'll have a hand in the exploration of that.

So, speaking of needing a hand, or giving you something to do with your hands, I just had to share the following article with you....for who wouldn't like to save all mankind?  ;)

How a Woman’s Orgasm Can Save a Man
Hugo Schwyzer

Can teaching guys how to give women orgasms prevent the much-heralded "end of men"? As far-fetched as it sounds, one rapidly growing organization claims that equipping men to make women come is the solution to the much-vaunted masculinity crisis.

"Learn Orgasmic Meditation and everything that goes with it," urges the website for One Taste, a San Francisco-based organization that promises to help women move beyond the pursuit of a quick climax and into the realm of the 15-minute orgasm....

The basic technique of OM hasn't changed in recent years: a "stroker" caresses what Daedone claims is a woman's most sensitive spot, the upper-left quadrant of the clitoris. The "stroker" (almost always a man) is fully clothed; the woman being stroked is only naked from the waist down. The traditional practice lasts 15 minutes; rather than producing a single sharp climax, an OM is an extended orgasm that may or may not have a distinct peak. When Salon's sex writer Tracy Clark-Flory observed a public OM session, she found it "arousing and deeply bizarre."

Men stroke; women are stroked. ... She claims that an experienced male stroker can receive every bit as much ecstasy from OM as the woman whose clitoris he's caressing.

But the real payoff of OM for a man goes beyond his delight in watching a woman orgasm beneath his fingertip. ... OM gives men a sense of mastery, not just of women's bodies, but of themselves. If it's true that there's nothing straight men want to know more than to how to please a woman, then it follows that if they figure out how to do that well and consistently, they'll receive a boost of confidence that will bleed over into every other aspect of their lives.

Ken Blackman, a 48 year-old former Apple software engineer who is now One Taste's "senior stroker," told me that One Taste had transformed his life. He came to the OM practice as a self-described "short nerd" who was desperate to learn tips for becoming great in bed. What he found instead was a whole new way of relating to women and to himself. According to Blackman, becoming a great stroker (Daedone praises him as among the very best she's taught) has little to do with technique and more to do with cultivating "a talent for play." "Women want men who have a demonstrated capacity for handling the truth," he says; "OM teaches guys how not to be intimidated by the full intensity of women's hunger."

Pick-up artists often promise male clients the same thing: insight into "what women really want" as well as an injection of much-needed confidence. When I ask Blackman about the comparison between OM and the purveyors of "game," he acknowledges the similarity but suggests One Taste offers a more collaborative view of heterosexual relations. "Pick-up artists turn women into a formula: ‘say this line and she'll go to bed with you.' OM gives guys a compass for how to interact with women as equals."...  

As Daedone explains, OM doesn't just get women off –- it gives them the tools to ask for what they want in every area of life in every area of life. Women who've been raised to believe that men will run from women's rage discover that in OM, guys develop the skill, the resilience, and the maturity to show up and stay present. "It's made me much more attractive to women," says Blackman. He's not just talking about the digital skills that have made him senior stroker; he's talking about the emotional competence he's developed....

... Men can learn not to fear women's sexuality, not by asserting control over it but, as Blackman says, by "learning to dance with it." In the words of one of the year's biggest country hits, the solution to the man malaise may lie in giving guys what they really want: "Something to Do with My Hands." OM is far from the only solution to the current crisis, and for a lot of us, it may be one of the oddest. But for its growing number of devotees, it's surely the most pleasurable.

Read more here - http://jezebel.com/5927470/how-a-womans-orgasm-can-save-a-man

Couldn't we all use encouragement with communication, confidence, and connecting? It's not a perfect article. But I'll bet it made you smile. I sure am, thinking of the intensity I can feel your fingertips....

 I'm st(r)oked!

An Erotic Story

A Legendary Morning

 

I had been introduced to Joyfull on a previous occasion and was very eager to see her in a more private setting so when I returned to Seattle she was my first priority. When I contacted her via email she was kind enough to be my chauffeur and when meeting her at the airport my adventure began.

Joyfull was wearing a business like black jacket, short Gray skirt, and heels.
After putting my bag in her car she handed me a small item wrapped in red tissue paper and I had no idea what was going on. I opened the item and found a pair of red lace panties. By this time she had backed up between the open passenger door and the car and was sporting a smile I can only describe as a combination of shy and devious. I was flabbergasted.

So...
I'm tired and have been in and out of airports for 15 hours.
It's 5:30 am at SeaTac International.
One of the most charming and interesting women I have ever met is dressed in a short skirt and wants me to put her panties on in public.
This is the beginning of a legendary morning.

Not knowing what else to do and unwilling to chicken out I approached Joyfull, dropped to one knee, and put her panties on her right there at SeaTac Departure. She stepped into them with grace and I slowly slid them up under her skirt.
She has really nice legs and the rest of her looks great from that position.

Off to her place we go and what happened there shall remain a secret but I will say it was gleeful, seductive, and therapeutic. It was a Joyfull celebration of sensuality and sexuality, it was delicious and athletic, it really was a legendary morning.

An Erotic Story

Taken Advantage of

I had met Joy at  luncheon. I was so taken by her personality that I sent her a pm the next day to let her know how much I had enjoyed meeting her. She was smiling at me through lunch and I thought she was flirting with me but was told later by Joyful that smiling wasn’t flirting. I still think she was flirting with me. It took a while for our schedules to sink up but I finally was able to schedule a date with her. 

I was very intrigued with her Miss JF persona especially after meeting this ultra sweet and engaging woman at lunch. On the day of the appointment she greeted me with a hug and kiss. I was ushered in to the kitchen for something to drink and the ritual toast of mouthwash. I then followed her up the stairs and within seconds my shirt was off and my hands were tied behind my neck and she was striping off the rest of my clothes. 

I wont go into all the details but, my fantasy of being completely helpless and taken full advantage of was fulfilled to my every desire. 

An Erotic Story

A Joyfull Occasion

Yes! I finally got a chance to meet her. I was in Seattle last week and I've always been intrigued by Joyfull and her writings, so meeting her was a top priority.

She is so cute! I don't know how others perceive her but I found her to be pert, frisky, and refined. She was salacious and.... and.. muy sabrosa? She really is a Joy and quite petite. I found myself laughing the next day while thinking I had managed to put a little Joy in my evening. She seems quite artistic and educated so I do regret looking at her the same way a big dog looks at a petite fillet mignon.

Is this the kind of girls found on this side of town? Why didn't one of you tell me this?

I need to see her again and next time its going to be more than playing footsies under the table and a intimate moment by the lake.

Fresh As A Daisy?

You've heard the saying "fresh as a daisy", but do you know how horrible a daisy actually smells?  

Then again, one is thinking of other things when bending over to more closely view this delightful image.

Who would guess you might find a daisy accessorizing such a sophisticated gentleman?

Oh, the audacious requests one might receive from Miss J.F. when out on the town!

May I, Miss J.F.?

"Well, yes, of course, thank you very much."

Welcome to my Secret Garden, a perfect sensual oasis on warm, sunny days.  And the scene of domestic bliss.  Mine, that is.  

Here is one reason why ~

May I introduce my Butler?  He is a wonderful addition of my household staff.  Respectful, eager to please, and attentive to all my needs....especially when I'm feeling a bit mischievous. 

 Note his wonderful attire.  His personally styled rope harness.  And a black tie, though I now realize why a bow-tie is preferred.  His attention to my feet had that pesky tie in the way, but he quickly found a solution and administered the most wonderful foot bath and massage!

In May the garden is always blooming with a riot of colorful flowers.  One must take good care to keep them watered adequately, and even my willing Butler was prepared to accept a good dose from the watering can to encourage full blooming potential of his own, amongst other unmentionable, curious activities to titillate me and stimulate his responses.  I found the chain necessary to secure him to a tree, shouldst he wilt under my devious explorations.

I enjoy this facet of Miss J.F.'s kinky interests - Slave Training and Domestic Service.  I have a large household with many potentials for those who are willing and trainable, and interested in a power exchange such as this with a more formalized protocol.  Perhaps you would like to join my household staff as head gardener, chef, footman, parlour maid, ladies maid/manservant, or chauffeur, or just explore a SLAVE FOR A DAY experience.
Applications are available for the serious devotee, please email Miss J.F. to inquire and state your interest.

April Showers

Is it WET out there!

Well, it is inside here as well!

***

Many of you are familiar with female ejaculation, some of you thrilled, some of you less than, and some have experienced it with me, either in great gushes, or mere trickles. It is a subject of which I am a life-long student, often apprehensive, sometimes comfortable enough to 'let go' a little, and occasionally blissed out enough to become 'The Lady In The Lake'. 

Annie Sprinkle writes this in the forward of the book, 'female ejaculation & THE G SPOT' - "An honest, sexually knowledgeable woman, or group of women, is a divine and extremely powerful life force that has the potential to contribute to the well-being of all life on earth." 

 I feel excited to be a part of that statement.

I am happy to offer tutorials for Divine Nectar, Female Ejaculation, Squirting...whatever you wish to call it, for I am devoted to being that powerful woman contributing to the well-being of all life on earth....an Earth Goddess, if you will.

Let's celebrate Earth Day, April 22, every day!

 

Behind The Green Door

 

There is a green room
wherein awaits a red-haired vixen
casually sprawled out on a green chair
with toes bare and sinking into the plush green rug. 

One arm stretched upward in languor
the other lazily pressed betwixt open thighs
as probing fingers encircle the triangle
throbbing with heat and glistening with excitement.

Gazing with heavy hooded eyes upon the erotic visuals of

the classic adult film ~ Behind The Green Door,
she is drawn further into the sultry scene,
adding her quickening breath to those of orgasmic participants,
imagining her lover between her thighs, his tongue instead of her fingers,
and his eyes gazing upward at her face as she watches intently
the story escalating to a frenzied conclusion.

A sultry scene awaits you behind my green door.

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Enjoy Joy ~ Mischievous and Mirthful

Joy is everything her name implies. Though I've met her before, each encounter has been delightfully different.

Our date was very engaging on all levels. Joy's sensuality mixed with just the right amount of mischievousness kept my senses at a heightened state for the entire time. From the moment she spoke beautifully untranslated French and the various positions that followed made time go by so fast that it didn't seem possible. All I could think of on the drive home was how much more there is to enjoy in Joy the next time.

An Erotic Story

My Passionate Mistress

 

I just saw a note from Joyfull and was reminded of the wonderful times I’ve had in her company so I decided to write this erotic story. I confess that my silence is pure selfishness on my part, as I’d love to have this lady all to myself. If you enjoy the company of an intelligent, mature, sensual woman then you won’t find a better companion. Her attention to detail is so seductive I feel like I’m visiting my mistress. From the email exchanges before each visit to the usual call-in and texting the day we get together, she keeps the excitement building. The showers, foot washing, mouthwash cocktails, candles and soft music all convey her passionate sensibilities. Joyful is very visual, her writing, photos and charming place reflect an eclectic charm and relaxed decorum that will have you feeling pampered. This lady truly delights in bringing pleasure to her partner; exploring her soft full curves in a variety of positions is a sensually nourishing experience of the highest order.

An Erotic Story

Warm, Wet, and Wonderful

I have seen Joy twice before, but this time we tried a couple new things. One was a vibrating ---- ring, which definitely added to the sensations. The other was allowing Joy to apply half of her shibari ropes to me. My hands were tied, but not my feet. But we started with some cuddling in the bathtub, where Joy fed me some strawberries; very nice. Then we moved to the bed, where Joy applied the ropes, as I lay spread-eagled while she began wonderful, warm, wet, slow, soft, deep kisses. 

Inspired By National 'Read in the Bath' Day - February 9th

I just love being in the water.  Add an interesting book and some bubbles and I'm in bliss.  Entice a sexy friend to pop in with beverages to keep from getting dehydrated and I'm ecstatic!

And as for steamy, charged reading material, I have just the perfect book.

AQUA erotica.  18 stories for a steamy bath

The first-ever waterproof book for adults, and the most seductive collection of original literary erotica ever gathered under one cover.  If that doesn't whet (pun intended) your appetite, watch out for that little pot of melted chocolate and enjoy a multi-sensory tasting of desire.

 Wouldn't you enjoy soaking with this sizzling mermaid?  

Stay tuned for an expanded book list.... or bring your own sexy story and see how long you can read it aloud without distractions of the very best kind!

A New Year!

And to go along with the excitement of new adventures in this coming year, here are a few new visuals to pique your interest as seen through the eyes of a new friend, Aldo Antonio, photographer extraordinaire!

Happy New Year!

An Erotic Story

Doctor J. Full administers physical exam required for employment as Santa's Elf

I saw Joyfull just before Christmas, hoping to do a duo with her and Miss J.F.....alas, I was told it was was not to be, as Miss J.F. (Mischief) was not available at that time.
After the traditional toast, Joyfull excused herself and went upstairs. She then summoned me upstairs, and introduced me to “DR. J. Full”
Dr. Full told me that I been selected to be one of Santa's elves, but that I was going to need a complete physical examination first!!
She asked me to take a shower, and then proceeded to give me a physical, the likes I have never experienced before!!
Dr. Full went over me with a fine tooth comb, making sure that EVERYTHING was working as it was supposed to.
She inspected every part of me, tested that all my reflexes worked…….especially the so called “involuntary” ones…….she paid very special attention to those, and very definitely got the reactions that she expected and demanded more of the same!
Then, the “Dr” got very unprofessional……….she whipped out some ropes, and tied me to the bed…..shades of Miss J.F.!!....and proceeded to have her way with me….all the time telling me that I HAD to pass my physical in order to become one of Santa’s elves!!
I’m not sure, but somewhere in there it became a trio……Miss J.F. showed up for a brief time (did I mention the ropes), and then Joyfull and the Dr both got involved in my examination in a very physical way which ended up leaving me totally drained!!
As usual, Joy was her cheerful bubbly self, full of good cheer and mischief, never letting on to what she had planned for me this time around! She has never been a dissapointment, always a ray of bright sunshine!! I count her as a true friend!!
Being a professional driver, and needing recertification every year, I KNOW about physicals....or at least I thought I did until Dr. J.Full got a hold of me!!!! I will never look at a DOT physical in quite the same way again!

Now, If only I could talk my real Dr into giving me a physical like that!! She's cute too...and in her 30's (the younger woman!!)