Celebrate the Winter Solstice with a Winter Goddess

Traditions include kissing under the mistletoe!

I'm also in search of a sturdy Yule Log.

S*x-Starved?!

This is a sweet, humorous, realistic look at a serious issue in relationships.

Feel lonely?

Shamed?

Rejected?

Need to talk to someone?  Someone safe, sane, and s*x-positive with intuitive and compassionate ideas for you to consider?

for Comfort and Joy...

visit Joy.

Spreading the Warmth

Spreading the Warmth...

of soft eyes crinkling in the corners as they gaze at you endearingly

of a sweet smile that says 'I want you....now'

of knowing hands that caress and linger in all the right places

of a smack that surprises and exhilarates you in ways that you want to explore

of heated oil drizzling in your body's crevices that feed you with delicious sensations

of heartbeats pounding and gasping breath...did we really experience that?!

 
~ after an Elysium session ~

Let's go one step further.

Spreading the Warmth...

of a winter coat to shield from the bitter cold.

of a pair of gloves to ease freezing fingertips.

of a thick pair of socks to help toes stay toasty.

of a blanket to make blissful sleep a real possibility.

 
~ during a blizzard ~

***

One is a pure indulgence. 

Another is a pure need.

Which do you consider?

Or perhaps both are within your means.

If so, I am collecting indulgent moments and donations for those in need. I will honor your thoughtfulness with an additional 15 minutes. Donations being accepted now through December 6 for the organization I am supporting.

Thank you for warming the cockles of my soul 

A Tux for my Lady

What does a discerning gentleman wear to impress 

a Sophisticated Sensual Domme upon meeting her for the first time?

A tux, of course.  Wasn't that a thoughtful surprise for me to uncover? 

And I do love to unwrap my surprises!

That was not the only surprise this thoughtful fellow 

brought to the table, so to speak.  

How I adore a responsive play-toy and a fabulous connection making a power exchange even more titillating for not just him, but also for me.

I wonder how many of my boy-toys fully participate in our scenes.

And how many of them actually seek to discover 

how best to please their Lady.

They know I'm not going to make it easy for them, 

but it will most certainly be worth their effort!

"Anything that makes you happy, my Lady"

Friday the 13th - An Erotic Story

I set up a duo with Miss J.F. and Mistress Ivy for a domination session on Friday the 13th.  

Both ladies are thoughtful, beautiful, know what they’re doing extremely well, and are wicked at the same time. They both took turn dominating me by spanking, flogging and warming me up for the big show. 

While Mistress Ivy was giving it to me from the backside, I was giving Miss J.F.’s blue monster a good sucking. Some one thought I should wear a pig’s nose and anytime the word pig was mentioned I was to squeal like a stuck pig. Soon after getting poked from behind and continual spankings, I could see Miss Ivy was up to no good. She proceeded to finger my backside and then the next I knew, her whole hand was inside of me.  Miss J. F. took her turn and started what I would say was the best PM I’ve ever had. She kept on milking the walnut till I was ready to spill, then whoops her whole hand slipped inside of me thrusting like crazy; all the while I was admiring Mistress Ivy’s backside with my tongue. Then I don’t know who thought of this, but they held hands and both went deep inside of me. All I can say is 'oh what a feeling'. 

Then came the big finale, I was told to lay on the floor and both of them gave me a shower of all showers. I didn’t know one’s body could hold so much. The sweet nectar was nice and warming. They said I wasn't going to spill the beans this time, as they were the dominant ones. Then off to the shower for a good scrub down. I will definitely repeat for they know how to play and react off of their personalities.

Bed and Breakfast at The Manor - An Erotic Story

"Hi!  I'm Joyce."

Her name is what first caught my eye, and reading her listing on a national site for local rentals intrigued me.  I travel a great deal in my work and I appreciate a quiet setting away from the bustle and crowds, yet I want to be close to the business district downtown.  I read that the bus route was located a block away and a quick 10 minute ride to my office building.  The biggest plus was the entire house, obviously an older vintage from the photos, would be at my disposal for the hostess was often on adventures of her own as a philanthropist in the performing arts.  

"Lovers of the classical arts will find old world charm and serenity during their stay."  That was another intriguing part.  Being an aficionado of classical music, I did not find it common to find this description in a listing.  Rarely did hosts have classical music available In the locations I had stayed around the country.   I had a sly curiosity to sneak a peek at music collections, often gathering enough evidence for admiration or ridicule based on what I found.  This point will be important further along in my story.

Reserving an overnight stay was simple.  I received a reply within the hour confirming the availability of the date and a few friendly comments welcoming me.  I didn't pay them much mind.  One can travel so often, as to become somewhat jaded with making travel arrangements.  But then she also apologized for being on the premises during my stay as she did not have plans to be away on the date I reserved.  She inquired if my preference would be to have the whole house to myself, and I assured her it was not necessary.  She promised she would be practically invisible and provide my every comfort.  And that is where this story takes a bit of a turn.

The date of my stay soon arrived.  Knocking at the door of a quaint older home I was surprised to see lovely woman perhaps 10-15 years older, sweet shy smile, classy and elegant.  Her voice drew me in... "Welcome to the manor"

She showed me around and led me to my room.  I had every amenity I could ask for, even a robe and slippers for wearing to the shared restroom.  And then I was left alone to unpack and unwind.  A fine bottle of wine and glass on the side table.

The strains of piano music could be heard in the distance.  I recognized it as a  Brahms Intermezzo. A well known piece, made popular to non-classical fans in some Tom Selleck movie.   I laid back on the bed to listen and relax and fell into a deep sleep.  I woke up starving.  Leaving my room and finding my hostess downstairs, I asked for her recommendations for dining nearby.   Even invited her to join me and we had a terrific time out.  Great conversation.  She was a really interesting, vibrant companion.  A welcome respite from the typical 'find the closest place and eat alone' scenario in my travels.  She suggested I would enjoy dessert back at the house, claiming she had just the thing for my sweet tooth, and I could enjoy that bottle of wine.

Back at the house we headed back to my room to retrieve the wine, when I noticed the tree with coils of rope hanging from the branches in my room.  Seeing my curiosity she stated, "I have unusual interests."

"Tell me more." I encouraged her.

In a flash of a second, my hands were bound together and she grinned up at me..."Surprise!"

And in the next moment my hands were pulled up and behind my head, as she secured the rope to my body.

"Wellllll," I laughed nervously.

Placing one hand on my chest and slowly inching me back into the wall, she murmured, "I like men.  Powerful men. Confident men.  Cute men."

"Thank you ," I stammered, still a bit surprised.

"Now, how about that dessert?" she asked, totally diffusing what was becoming rather uncomfortable for me.  Unsure of her intent, and ....errr...becoming rather aroused with her attention.  "Yes," I blurted out, "that sounds like a good idea."  However, she did not release me from my bounds, and instead quickly secured me somehow to points on the wall hidden by a curtain.  I had to speak up, "What ARE you doing?"  Laughing some more.

"Oh darling," she looked into my eyes.  "Exactly as I wish."  And proceeded to take off her panties and stuff them in my mouth, before she left the room.  I couldn't move, and just tried to catch my breath, thinking she's just having a bit of fun.  I saw the twinkle in her eyes.

I heard the piano music off in the distance again.  I love that piece, but was distracted as she returned and placed a tray of some decadent chocolate-y thing in front of me.  Wondering what she would do next, I waited quietly and to my surprise, my clothes were slowly removed as she admired and caressed me.  Really, what guy doesn't want some hot, older gal having her way with him, but this was a bit surreal.  When she got to my shirt, opened a few buttons, and slipped her hand inside over my bare chest, I could feel the heat emanating from her.  My eyes were half-closed in the pleasure of being touched in such a way, but immediately gasped as I felt something cold touch me in a place a deep shocking cold should never go.

What she did next with me and to me with that dessert was both disturbing and damn sexy, that is, after she finally removed her panties from my mouth.   She was so devilish and full of mischief.  The women I knew didn't have this confidence or sense of .......what was it?  A commanding, yet very sensual way about her.  I should be very clear and share that it never occurred to me that I was in danger, like some stories I had read about unwary travelers at BnB's in the news.

She reminded me that she had promised to provide my every comfort, and unbound the ropes from the wall long enough to urge me to lay down on the bed.  "I also promised you I would be practically invisible"

And at that point she quickly pulled a hood over my head, had me positioned on my stomach, and was securing the ropes on my wrists to the bed and adding binds to my ankles, so that I was bound spread-eagle to the bed.  I must be tired, I thought, for I was practically submitting to her every move.

Remembering her words, 'exactly as I wish,' I realized I was basically her captive to be toyed with, and frankly the rest of the night was a blur.  Punctuated throughout the night was the haunting piano music, almost as a mantra or a sensual symbol of her and she came and went, for I was locked in my room and completely at her mercy.  I would fall into a deep sleep from exhaustion after she explored me in ways I had never experienced, only to be roused by a soft caress or a murmuring in my ear and the now hypnotic sounds of the piano music.  "No, no, darling, I"m not through with you yet."  I never thought myself to be a kinky fellow, but the things she subjected me to were pushing me over the edge, and deeper and deeper as the night went on.  

I woke to the smell of coffee brewing and moved to sit up when I realized my wrists were still bound to the bed.  I had not dreamed it after all.  I called out, "Hello?  Joyce?"  A few moments later she entered, smiling and bright-eyed, with a tray of coffee and pastries, as I heard the familiar piano music in the background, "Good Morning, how did you sleep?"

It's International S*X Day!

International SAX Day, that is!

Here's a little treat for you that makes me feel all starry-eyed -

I recall the story

That night of love and glory

A night that left my heart romantic scars 

We stood so near to heaven 

That I reached clear to heaven 

And gathered you a handful of stars 

Sweet remembered hour 

When love began to flower 

With moonlight through the trees like silver balls 

And as the moon grew older 

I reached across your shoulder 

And gathered you a handful of stars 

I placed my fingertips upon your lips 

And stars fell in your eyes 

Moonglow made a halo of your hair 

Suddenly you looked at me and dreams began to rise 

Oh, what things unspoken trembled in the air 

Our hearts were madly beating 

And then our lips were meeting 

And Venus seemed to melt right into Mars 

Then while we stood caressing 

Blue heaven sent a blessing 

A shower of a handful of stars.

Then again, if I'm feelin' real good, REAL good, I'd listen to this -

Then there are times I might like a different spin - 

oh yea!

An Erotic Story - My Trip to Elysium

Recently, Joy, or her kinkier persona - Joyce Fulbright, became certified in the practice of Bondassage and Elysium.  She is now offering that experience to all of us lucky guys, and even some ladies!  

From the website, I found the following basic description:

“Elysium stretches your sensual boundaries, transporting you to new realms of pleasure with soft, silk bondage and sensory focusing tools. Alternating soft brush strokes, excruciatingly slow massage, and expert caresses, Elysium brings you the ultimate sensual experience.....”

Joy told me that this was a must session to come for, so off I went!

She met me at the door, full of her trademark giggles, smiles, and hugs telling me I was I for a special treat…………and I was!

After my shower, she led me to her playplace, put me face down, and proceeded to tie my arms and legs to the table loosely with soft silken ties. This is an optional part of the session, but it does add to the sensory deprivation, even if they are not tight, and can be great fun when done by someone as trustful as Joy! When she was done with that, she added a blindfold, and put on a set of full coverage headphones which blocked out all sound, except the wonderful, relaxing, and perfect music.

She then proceeded to have her way with me, and treat me to one of the most erotic experiences I have ever had!

Because she deprived me completely of most my senses (except the important one of being touched), everything she did next was totally enhanced.

Whether it be a stroke, or a touch in a totally different and unexpected place, or just a little kiss somewhere, I never knew just what to expect next, and Joy was able to read my body language exquisitely, making sure that the next touch was going to do its magic!!

She was easily able to keep me hanging right on the edge for what seemed like forever, both before and after the flip, and the spill, when it finally came, was absolutely out of this world!

This was an extreme experience, full of total sensory overload, but carefully controlled by Joy to never cross into the realms of discomfort. It is an experience not to be missed, and I highly recommend you go and give it a test flight!!

You will not be disappointed!!!!!

Joy is extremely excited about these two new offerings, and she puts her all into it!

When I have recovered sufficiently, I will be back to try the more intense version, Bondassage!

Here's That Rainy Day...

Gazing out the window... 

Thinking of you after you've gone. 

Recalling the soft pattering of raindrops on the window as we entwined our thoughts and limbs around each other. 

Lost in the velvety grey clouds and our slow caresses on satiny skin, 

til breathless we sink back to our world with cozy consciousness.

Lady Fulbright's School of Service and Slave Training

School is now in session.

Lady Fulbright

Sincere students should apply HERE.

International Day of ??

Here's a little riddle for you.  See if you can answer this before you scroll down further:

The [??????] in this [???] will give you so much and ask for so little in return.  Treat [??] nice.  Do not freeze [??] or leave [??] in your hot car with the windows rolled up.  [??] wants to get right to work, so take [??] out, grind [??] well and give [??] a hot bath.  [??]'ll be the time of your life.

Here is a little music to help you ponder.  Think of Jeopardy music, only classier.

Did you figure it out?  Here is another hint:

A portion of the music written by Bach (above) translates as:  ""If three times a day I can't drink my little cup of [??????}, then I would become so upset that I would be like a dried-up piece of roast goat.""

Did that give away the answer?

How about a little more mood music?

So, now that you have filled in the blank with "The coffee in this bag...", wasn't it fun to imagine other potentials?  Come visit me and I'll whisper my naughty secret answers in your ear.  After all, 'grind' and 'hot bath' were included in the above statement.  There must be some fun involved!

And I'll teach you how to serve me the perfect cuppa, if you dare to try out a short play-time with Lady Fulbright of the School for Service and Slave Training.

By the way, today is supposedly the very first of the celebration - International Day of Coffee!

From The New INTERCOURSES an aphrodisiac cookbook:

Nothing beats a cup of joe.  It's everywhere, all the time.  It probably became an aphrodisiac by default.  We drink it in the morning to wake up.  We drink it after dinner to close the meal.  We have coffee in bed, on the couch, at the table.  We mix it with cream or sugar, or skim and fake sugar, or honey, no cream please.  We ice it down when we're hot.  We froth it up when we're cool.  We drink regular, decaffeinated, imported, gourmet, flavored, blended.  We use instant granules for speed, a French press for the richest taste, and a programmable drip for a Monday morning alarm.  Whether in fine china or a mug, a demitasse or tall Italian glass, coffee is an aphrodisiac we use daily.

Who knows why anyone first believed the coffee bean enhanced love?  Maybe it's the dark, rich color of a freshly brewed pot.  Or its pleasingly bitter scent wafting through the air.  Or the jolt of caffeine it pumps through our blood.  Or its alkaloids that help maintain sexual performance and delay the inevitable for a few sweet, luscious second.  Or maybe it's just because when you offer someone coffee, you are welcoming them to sit down and stay awhile.  And friendliness is always attractive.

I Want A Sunday Kind of Love

Are you looking to find somebody to care

along this sometimes lonely road of life?

Are you dreaming and scheming

and hoping to discover a certain kind of lover

who will show you the way?

Do your arms need someone to enfold?

How about a mature, spirited sweetheart

with whom to share a romantic dinner,

enjoy a concert, and possibly more?

....choose Joy

It's OFFICIAL! Ecstatic Edging! Experience Bondassage! Experience Elysium!

Many of my gentlemen admirers have likened their experience under my touch to the iconic Klixen, known as the c*ck whisperer.  Although I do not wish for such a world-wide fan base, I do love that a small handful of fans have enjoyed such ecstasy with me.  Bondassage and Elysium take that ecstasy to an even higher level!

Check out this page for more information.

You'll be bursting at the seams every time you think of me, once you've tried these experiences!

Introducing The Pretty, Prim, and Proper Housewife

Hello darlings,

I am a pretty, prim, and proper housewife with a sadistic streak.  I play when my CEO hubby is away at work and when I have directed the household staff to busy themselves elsewhere.

I am the perfect escape when you only have up to 30 minutes to spare and those dirty secrets inside you are just ready to burst.

Warning:  These brief encounters will surely fuel your fire.  Beware, for I am a kind, but cruel woman and will expect you to adhere to my protocol and demands willingly and eagerly.

Want me to tell you more?  Gladly...

An Erotic Story - A Garden Party

The lovely and joyous Joy consented to see me on My Birthday Weekend Marathon of playdates, a very hot Friday afternoon…….I met her with a flowerpot full of little flowers that were just beginning to bloom, and she promptly took me outside to her secret garden (my first time outside)…….it was wonderful….quiet, peaceful, relaxing, with a lovely little breeze running through it to help keep us nice and cool (well, for a little while, anyway!)

Joy is fully in her element there, had the table all set up, cold water and a birthday cupcake there for me, and a wonderful fun and pleasure experience waiting. She is so good at that! Laughter, giggles, beautiful smiles, lots of hugs, and of course, lots of fun was all included!

I highly recommend going out to the garden if she should suggest it, and of course, you can always ask to go out there and get pampered like I did!

An Erotic Story - The Secret Garden

Early last week I had the pleasure of enjoying my first visit with Joy in her secret garden. Her garden is in a secluded spot well equipped with massage table and all other amenities including refreshments. It was a gorgeous day to have a Healing Touch outside with a gentle breeze blowing and hearing her soft voice saying the sweetest things to me. In her secret garden is a place I can let my hair down, inhibitions go and be worry free.

I have had many other types of visits with Joy and this was truly a new experience in her garden, each time is different and invigorating . She is so in tune with my body and mind, and leaves no part of the body untouched. She has devised a new way to massage my prostate and the outcome is unbelievable . She also has her devious little mind suggesting things that I've never thought of.   I definitely must see her as often as possible.

~ Flag Day ~

It's World Naked Gardening Day!

How exciting is that?  If you are at all like me, you enjoy being in nature and feeling the soft breezes and rays of sun caress your skin.

Here's my first image for the day ...

Go to http://www.wngd.org/
From their site -
"Why garden naked? First of all, it's fun! Second only to swimming, gardening is at the top of the list of family-friendly activities people are most ready to consider doing nude. Moreover, our culture needs to move toward a healthy sense of both body acceptance and our relation to the natural environment. Gardening naked is not only a simple joy, it reminds us--even if only for those few sunkissed minutes--that we can be honest with who we are as humans and as part of this planet."

If you'd like, send me photos of you enjoying this special day and I will add them to this post!

My 'little flower'

I'm delighted to announce a new blossom, 

My 'little flower', in My Secret Garden.  

A beautiful blossom, eager to serve her Lady 

and bring a new level of pleasure to The Manor.

How thrilled I was to have My 'little flower' and a 'precious pet' 

present themselves as birthday candles at a

unique pre-birthday party!

Yes, you can imagine I had several of My birthday wishes come true!

I do have to admit that My 'little flower' had to sit in the corner for some of her impertinence.  Then again, My 'precious pet' was in the corner too for being such a 'dirty dog'.  I had to be rather careful to watch out for their shenanigans, but turning My 'precious pet' into a living pinata did the trick for him and...

...My 'little flower' found some titillation settled her down.

I loved how willingly she accepted the birthday spankings for her Lady,

and I could have sworn she wanted more.

It will be interesting to see how My 'little flower' blooms under my tender care

in such a decadent and fertile environment as The Manor!

Here comes Peter Cottontail...

Who knows what decadence occurs within The Manor?

The Easter Bunny came to visit and enjoyed pampering The Lady of The Manor.  Fetching the eggs hidden in the Secret Garden, sweeping a pathway for his Lady,

bringing her refreshments, and soothing her feet

plus other unmentionables.

Don't ask where his little cottontail is!

Crucifixion

oh yes?  You didn't think you could sneak past me, did you?

The Full Moon energy arrived before I even realized it,  

a wonderment, to be sure,

but made itself evident in ways all too personal too share.

Plus an introspective, deeply intense time...this Holy Week for many faith traditions.  I mean absolutely no disrespect to those traditions, but just intend to share a walk of a different sort into my Shibari Chamber.  An experience of deep, intense sensations.  A surrendering of the most powerful sort.  To be crucified brings healing of great magnitude.

Your Crucifixion

Let's go deeper and immerse yourself within the music of a didgeridoo 

as you become bound together.

I would love to hear your response regarding such an experience!

Baby, You'd Be A Fool Not To!

Envision this ~

An elegant, sophisticated woman of a certain age,

confident...

wise in the ways of the world

and the game of love,

invites you to indulge in a

sacred,

sensual,

sudsy,

steamy,

soak

followed by the melting away of life's insanity,

as you experience relaxation and rejuvenation

under her tender and tantalizing touch.

'Baby, I'm a Fool' about sharing this kind of exquisite experience with you.

Fools rush in... A paraphrase from Miss J.F.

Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread......

once they see my red boots, you devil you...

See the danger there?  I'll bet you don't care.

When we met, I'll bet you felt your life spin

Open up your heart and let me in

See?  'she' likes red boots too.  *wink*

~ yours truly, Miss J.F.

An Erotic Story - Escape To The Sun

Joy happened to drop me a note the other day with the interesting news that she would be vacationing on a remote island, within sort-of-reasonable travel distance from my own Fortress Of Solitude, and wondered if I might be up for a spring fling of sorts...

Hell yes!

I had a week's notice of the general location. We made plans to meet at a well-hidden magical nest, in a place with plenty of sunny outdoor spots to play, indoor spots that might-as-well be outdoors, and insane amounts of privacy.
We met in the late morning, after figuring out how to storm the beaches of this getaway and some wandering through the woods to locate the final destination.

We then had a completely luxurious day to play, both of us completely relaxed from being in such a magical and lovely spot. Joy and I have played many times before, often in incredibly theatrical roleplays or complex scenes - this time we simply gave in to the temptations of the day with abandon, and with no agenda or preconceptions.

I really don't remember much in specific (nor would I tell you if I did :-) ) - we were on Cloud 9 most of the time. I wonder if Joy knew that our location was right atop what some say is one of the more spiritually energetic spots on the planet.... Joy is lovely, full of spirit, very intuitive, and is more powerful than she knows :-)

It was with some sadness that we departed in the late afternoon so I could catch the correct tide to escape to the Real World, and she could return to her vacation getaway.

My experience with Joy is always far removed from the ordinary. Every time I see her, her already-incredible skills have improved another notch - I always look forward to seeing how she has evolved, and where she is going!

Here are the pictures she shared with me of her morning sun worship -

- W - O - M - A - N -

What an exciting weekend, full of events to support International Women's Day, celebrating women and raising awareness of gender equality!

I love being a woman.  I AM a strong, empowered, independent woman, which makes some men cringe.  Recently I read a fellow writing with contempt about feminists, claiming they are men-bashers.  I am a feminist, but I adore men.  How can I bash anyone when I believe in equality regardless of gender, religion, race, background, sexual orientation, or abilities.  Have I left ANY one out?!

I AM also a feminine, soft, gentle woman, which seems to make those same men desire my company.  I suppose I am a dichotomy of sorts, but I like that I am well-rounded in body, mind, and spirit, and whole-heartedly support nurturing and developing both the feminine and masculine within us all.  Why shouldn't we be celebrating the achievements and skills of all?  I especially love connecting with those men who accept me just as I am, and find me a charming, stimulating companion.

Here is an interesting study that suggests men and women are really not that different at all - http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/02/04/men-women-differences-minimal-mars-venus-study_n_2618199.html

Interestingly enough, my younger years were spent not so much as an empowered woman, but as one suffering great struggles and tribulation.  It may not come as such a surprise to know then, how I've embraced my explorations in sensual domination with great zeal.  It takes a unique person to participate in such affairs, along with a deeper understanding of power exchange and the rules of consensuality, for it is within this vulnerable exploration of surrender that healing, balance, and acceptance occur.  Here is what has emerged in me -

Here I stand.  I AM  W - O - M - A - N  !

An Erotic Story - 50 Shades of Miss J.F.

I've always felt a connection between Bach's music and BDSM.  It comes as no surprise to me then that this particular piece was used in the soundtrack of the film - 50 Shades of Grey.

I happened to have enjoyed the movie very much, though I have strong opinions regarding the female lead.  Let me start at the beginning:

The plan was to enjoy a Valentine's Date with my date in the role of submissive 'Andrew Steele' and I, naturally, assumed the role of dominant 'Christine Grey'.  First we would attend a showing of the movie, followed by as 'Andrew' stated "live action with him tied up and helpless to resist whatever pleasures I choose to bestow."  You can imagine the wicked smile on my face that appeared with such a suggestion.

He shares his fantasy with more detail:

Who we are:  You , of course, are Christina Grey, twin sister of the billionaire magnate Christian, he of the unlimited resources and most peculiar appetites, needs, and yes in fact, insecurities.  I am Andres Steele, twin brother of Anastasia, and therefore your polar opposite (or perhaps actually soulmate) in terms of sexual sensibilities.

You see in my eyes what perhaps I do not even see myself, at least at the start.  You can see that I am by nature a submissive, willing to do what you want and allow myself to be subject to your whims.  But you also see what even I myself do not see - a fire in my eyes, a strange contradictory mix of conflicting desires.  I am not some spineless docile doormat who wishes to simply lie there while you indulge yourself.  I want to be restrained, yes; but I want to fight back.  I want to resist.  The perhaps slightly unhinged part is that I want to resist with all my strength and will, but be completely unable to do so.  As you come toward me to give pleasure or pain or teasing or biting or licking or pinching or (let your imagination run), my twisted erotic need is to resist with all my being, but helplessly, in a futile struggle to stop you.  Some may call that sick or twisted or at the very least strange - to me, even though perhaps I don't know it yet, it is transcendent.

Therefore, when I become enveloped in your magical Shibari ropes, it cannot be a semi-loose pretense of an effort to hold me down.  I must be locked down tight, arms and legs totally immobile.  No ability to roll away, to stand up, to evade you in any way.  Because I will try.  You see in my eyes that I can only reach my ultimate arousal if I do truly struggle against the situation, finding satisfaction in surrender only after I have exhausted every ounce of myself.  If I am only pretending to be restrained, the thrill is lost.  You see all this in me, and you delight in the challenge I present, that of a submissive, yes, but one with fire and intense will, who can only be satisfied by being truly taken.  This submissive will allow himself to be tied down, that sets up the erotic allure, but after that, he will fight you every step of the way.  You take satisfaction in that, and he does too, creating this bizarre yet magical experience for both of you.

How do you think our erotic adventure played out?

An Erotic Story - Many Joys of Time

I have been planning to see Joy upon my return to Seattle following a most wonderful summer of discovery.

I had to cancel a mid-fall trip, but was able to finally set a time to come back this month. I have had the pleasure of staying in touch with Joy since our wonderful initial encounter and requested an extended visit, that included social time out on the town, as well as private time to be absorbed in intimate discovery and enjoyment.

While working with words is part of my vocation, I find myself a bit at a loss to adequately capture what spending the better part of a day with Joy is like. We never lacked for words, for topics to explore, from music, to food, to passion.

There are times when I am envious of her admirers in Seattle, as they live near and can avail themselves of Joy's company frequently. I live distant, and can only get here infrequently. We spent an amazingly engaging social outing. She accompanied me to a shop I wanted to visit, we strolled through Pikes Place Market, picked out a nice bottle of wine for later in the day. That is one of the particular charms of Joy. She is engaging in any setting, she makes me feel like the center of all that is interesting.

At the end of our outing, we found a quaint French Bistro. Joy and I enjoyed exploring new foods, and wine, over a meal in a romantic setting. Honestly, the day could have ended there, and I would have still left with a smile, as she helped me discover the pleasures of the simple company of a woman that life’s circumstances no longer permit. But, I should add, nothing about time with Joy is simple … she is constantly, consistently, engaging. I do not recall when I last smiled this much!

At the close of our time out on the town, we retired to a private setting and Joy soon reminded me of all of the other reasons I wanted to see her again. She knows my desires better than I do, she anticipates, she knows what I need. She is very sensual, skillfull, sexual, and oh so responsive. Simply suffice it for me to say that hours can (and were) occupied with the pleasures of mutual discovery. The details do not matter, trust me to know that time with her brought me more pleasures than I imagined possible.

Joy is a wholistic, engaging, woman, and she knows how to remind me, to make me feel, that I am all man.

Somehow she snapped a photo of the nifty robes available at our luxurious accommodations when I wasn't looking...which I always was!