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!

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

Reaching For The Moon

The enchantment of the moon tugs at the heart strings of those who are open to a magical life.

Here is a lovely haiku from such a person.  

How fortunate I am to have such an admirer ~

Haiku for an August Moon

– dedicated to Miss Joy

sleep was evasive

the moon so bright and so close

it enlivened me

on my deck I watched

the shadows of evergreens

the moon a spotlight

awash in moonlight

the open bedroom window

pulls the beams to me

awakening to

accept the last of night's gift

I am now renewed

by Mars Laurent

Listen to this lovely song sung by Lizz Wright, 
a luscious voice like velvet sliding sensuously over your body.

Now imagine the velvety touch of my nipples as they stroke your back, 

followed by the silky strands of my hair.

Is your skin tingling now?  Slow down your breath and sink deeper into bliss.

Relax and renew your mind, body, and spirit

under my healing touch.

I'll be reaching for the moon with you.

She says, He says

 She says

I’m smiling up at him, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, where we’ve arrived after a winding journey of talk, wine, dinner, coffee, more talk, but the sharing kind, the kind that leads to smiling, leaning in, hovering, kissing, and well, where we are right now.  

My hand rests on his broad chest, fingers lightly winding through his curly hair.  Even from the first moments of slowly peeling away the layers of his clothing, I felt his body quiver and I watched him in fascination, as moans escaped his mouth.  He was a thirsty man, lost to all the world, soaking in the sensations of my tender touch.  Trust led to unleashed passion and revealed a depth and power that surely surprised us both.  Even now, after floating on wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss and able to muster a secret smile, I marvel that his masculine essence is like none I've never known.

~~~

He says

I see her beautiful face, so bright and engaging during drinks and dinner.  Now she’s serious, maybe not even aware of where she is, traveling from one orgasm to another, pinned underneath me, pushed down into the bed.  Her hands have lost their grip on my shoulders, her legs have slipped away from my thighs, leaving her entire body open, writhing, gushing, defenseless. 

She’s quickly losing strength, but I can’t stop myself, and she rises to yet one more occasion to celebrate her uniquely sexual center.  She’s looking right into my eyes, widely staring at me, mouth open in awe at the moment, almost unconscious, but not fearful.  She’s learned over the years how to get to this point and she loves how quickly and often she can go there.  And I've learned over longer years how to be attentive, patient, and true to my Southern roots practice "ladies first."  But in this encounter, this moment, it's different for me and I think for her as well.   I’m not in control, but also not under her control.  There is no control, just a changing of leads as we dance into each other more and more deeply.  Smiles will come with memories, but this moment is so intense, there is no room or strength left for smiles, just feelings and fluids.  I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life.

Frozen Tips and Nipply Bits!

It's been NIPPY out lately!  How does one get WARM?

Turn on the hot water and pour in a few bubbles...

Sink into that wonderful warm pool of bliss...

Let the sudsy bubbles trickle down your leg...

Let all your cares slip away, 

and instead caress all your curves 

with great pleasure...

The only thing missing is the pleasure of sharing this with you!

Dip your toe and so much more.

No more popsicle toes!

An Erotic Story

The Neighbor

 

I am that nice guy neighbor down the street from you, in my well-kept house. I am friendly and cordial, always with a hello to my neighbors and a helping hand if asked, but I mostly keep to myself, and all you can guess of me is that I am either lifelong single or perhaps divorced a long time ago, but clearly a sweetheart of a guy. There is no guile to me – what you see is what you get.

 

I know similarly little about you. You are that nice woman up the block, living alone as far as I know, and likewise polite but not intrusive socially. Little do I know that behind closed doors you have adventures I only dream of.

 

One day you get curious and decide to find out about this quiet neighbor of yours. Perhaps I am gay. Perhaps I simply wish to be alone.  Perhaps I am creepier than I let on.  Perhaps I was just never lucky enough to find that special someone, and my introvert nature isn’t conducive to chasing women for one-night stands.  (That is your guess, and you are seldom wrong about people.)

 

So you come over to my house on a Friday evening, and breezily say, “I’ve seen you for years in the neighborhood, I think it’s silly that longtime neighbors should not know each other,” and you invite me over for tea the next day. Being merely cordial on the outside (but flattered and intrigued on the inside), of course I say yes.

At 2pm Saturday I knock on your door. You open it with that patented charming smile of yours, and I am instantly put at ease. We sit down, have a lovely cup of tea, find out a little about each other.  You quickly figure out that I am just as nice as you imagined, and probably just as lonely, and you know your inclinations about me were correct.

 

Then you show me a lovely roundish loveseat that you have in your living room. “Would you like to sit down with me here?” you coyly say, leaving unsaid the plain fact that the only way we can sit down in this loveseat is to be cuddled up closely together.

 

“Of course,” I say, intrigued at the prospect of being close to you but not allowing myself to believe that anything more than sitting together is what you have in mind. I have been alone for so long that I just don’t think that way anymore.

 

You invite me to sit down, and you tell me I’ll have to stretch out lengthwise for both of us to fit. You invite me to take off my shoes and socks, and of course I do. You slip in next to me, and the only way we fit on the mini-couch is for you to cuddle up close to me, put your head on my chest, and let me wrap my arm around you.

 

You take a deep breath and whisper, “Isn’t this nice?”

 

I concur, taking in the fact that I have not been this close to a woman in such a long time.

 

You put your hand on my chest and let it lie there, waiting for my reaction. Knowing men as you do, you can sense the thrill I feel, the simple yet profound gratitude at feeling a woman’s touch. You slowly start to move your hand across my chest, back and forth, sharing simple human touch and putting me into an almost hypnotic state.

 

Your questions about me disappear. You know me completely – I am not gay, I am not anti-social, I am not anti-sexual, I am not afraid of contact – on the contrary, I crave it perhaps more than anyone you know. You know that you are the greatest gift there could be in my life.

 

You know already that I will do anything you want. Your hand moves over my chest, over my stomach. You reach up and sensually touch my face, my eyes, my neck, my ears. You lean over close and kiss my neck as I convulse with pleasure.

 

You slowly unbutton my shirt, using a single finger to stroke down my breastbone, making me arch with joy.

 

My shirt finally open, you lean over and place your lips over my nipple, licking it and driving me wild with desire.

 

As for me, I still cannot believe this. Never in my life has such a casual encounter turned into this kind of life-changing experience. This just doesn’t happen.

 

You know exactly what I’m thinking. You know I still can’t register that this is really happening. “But it is,” you think to yourself with a knowing smile. You know exactly what you are doing to me, you know how enthralled I am, and you love the power you have in being able to give such pleasure.

 

My shirt fully unbuttoned, you finally make it plainly sexual. Your hand goes down, down, down, until you are circling my cock, but of course it was at full attention long before you got this far. My eyes are closed, I can no longer think, I am hypnotized by the pleasure.

 

Finally you stand up, and wordlessly take my hand. You help me stand up (I am nearly helpless), and you lead me over to the massage table. My shirt already unbuttoned, you kneel down, unbutton my pants, and take them down along with my boxers. I am nude before you.

 

You grasp me by the and and lead me to the massage table. I feel I am in a different universe, I still do not grasp that this is the sexual world I lost so long ago.

You lay me down on the massage table, put a pillow behind my head, and then wordlessly grasp a cord you have nearby and tie it to my left ankle, and then to the support post on the massage table. You repeat the same with my right.

 

Still in my semi-hypnotic state, I lie there and comply wordlessly.

 

You then grasp my left wrist, and similarly tie it to the massage table support to my upper left, and then do the same with my right wrist.

 

I am now tied down, helpless. I know what is happening but my logical brain can’t accept it. In fact, all of my thinking capabilities are shut down. I am in the moment, simply experiencing, with no idea and no expectation of what will come next.

 

Now it’s your turn. You understand full well what mush you’ve turned me into, and you are fully aware that at this point I am your sexual slave.

 

So you decide why not take some pleasure for yourself. A couple of touches, a couple of licks, and I am fully erect.

 

You position yourself over me and mount me. I am helpless, I can do nothing but twitch uncontrollably. You have utter control. You move up and down, back and forth, in and out, finding whatever motions maximize your own pleasure. I am your plaything. You know your own body best, and you use that to your advantage. You build your own pleasure, bit by bit by bit, until you are trembling.

 

As for me, I have entered an unknown world. The pleasure I feel and the mental place I’m in are completely foreign to me. All I know is that this is better than I ever imagined Heaven could be.

 

You tremble and climax - once, twice, a third time. In my muddled mental state, I lose count. Four times? Seven times? Who am I to know. But I see your face, distorted by the pleasure, and even in my compromised state I am gratified.

 

With you finally satiated, now you narrow your eyes and decide it’s my turn. You sit on the table, slide your thighs under mine, and move close so your mouth is positioned directly over my cock.

 

I cannot believe any of this.

You bend over, close your mouth over me, and begin to deliver the greatest pleasure I have ever experienced. I twitch, I convulse, I lose all control. But I am helpless.  I cannot stop this no matter what I do.  I surrender to the fact that I am yours.

 

I have no idea what you do. I have no idea who I am. I have no idea that a world outside this room even exists.

 

And why should I?

 

Midsummer's Dreams Through The Looking Glass

I'd be remiss if I didn't share those Joy-filled moments I experience 

with my gentlemen admirers of  

Caresses

 Intimacy

Bliss

Laughter

Repose 

Such passion I've been fortunate to experience with my lovers,
how I treasure and adore them all.

Enchanted, I'm sure!

Foreplay Tips for Men: How to do it Right! by MsQuote!

I love this article found on MsQuote's website - Read up and enjoy!

Found here - http://agoodwomansdirtymind.com/foreplay-tips-for-men-how-to-do-it-right/

June 2, 2013

By MsQuote

Looking back on my past sexual experiences, I’ve sometimes been frustrated by men who really don’t know what they’re doing during foreplay or viewed it as an obligation to get to the good stuff.
Believe me, when a man can master and genuinely enjoy foreplay, sex is a magical and transcendent experience for both people involved. It goes beyond sex being a physical release. When foreplay and sex are really done right, it’s the most incredible high you’ll ever experience.
But even when my mind is horny as hell, my body may not be. I’m not unlike most women. It’s just the way women are physiologically wired.
I know what I like to get revved up. Generally, I like touches and kisses that start out very gentle and progressively get rougher and more aggressive. But even then, different situations and different moods might warrant kinkier techniques.
The best article I’ve read about how men can excel at foreplay was written back in March in Psychology Today’s All About Sex blog by Michael Castleman, Caressing Women: Advanced Erotic Tips For Men. The entire article is worth reading, but I wanted to mention some of the highlights and expand on some of what he has to say from a woman’s point of view.
Every Square Inch

Gently caress her everywhere else. Every square inch of the body is a sensual playground, and many women feel disappointed that so many men focus on only a few corners. Gently run your fingers through her hair. Slowly fondle her ears, her face, neck, shoulders, arms, the small of her back, her sides, the backs of her knees.

Erogenous zones are everywhere, not just the tits, pussy and ass. During a couples massage last year, I discovered that having the bottom of my scalp rubbed back and forth was a huge turn-on.
Plus, there’s another good reason why you don’t want to grab for the goods first. Wait until she moves your hand toward her breasts or between her legs, or better yet, wait until she says or begs that she wants you NOW. Not only will you really know that she’s ready for the next step, but a little stroke to your ego can’t hurt. Right?
“Coach Me”

As you caress her from scalp to toe, ask how she feels. It’s much easier to say that something feels good than bad. Don’t ask, “Does this feel good?” which might elicit a “No,” Instead, ask, “Would you prefer lighter touch here?” That way, “yes” is a request for an adjustment, and “no” means all’s well. Or try asking, “Would you prefer me to touch you somewhere else?” Or just invite her to tell you what she enjoys by saying, “Coach me.”

One of the first times I was with my lover, he did exactly what Castleman recommends. He ran his fingers lightly over the undersides of my arms and the back of my legs, which I loved, especially in the bend of my knees.
But sometimes women don’t know where or how they like to be touched and really can’t say when they’re asked. This is a great opportunity to just explore each other’s bodies, especially if the two of you have been fully satiated but not quite ready to go onto the second round.
In some cases, a woman may be embarrassed to say where or how she likes to be touched. When my lover and I had that exploratory session, I was embarrassed to say that I liked the way he ran his fingers over my armpits. Sometimes it takes time to establish a comfort level for some people to admit, “I like that.”
Ticklishness Means Discomfort

In lovemaking, ticklishness often means discomfort. Different women have different ticklish spots. But ticklishness may depend less on the spot than the way it’s touched. A finger tracing figure eights on a woman’s belly might feel ticklish, while a warm palm placed gently on the same area might not.

Tickling isn’t just torture; it’s a mood killer. It disrupts the clear-the-slate, out-of-mind experience you want your woman to be in to break free of her inhibitions.
The Subtle Art of Kissing

One type of erotic touch that rarely gets its due is kissing. “A kiss,” a wit once said, “can be a comma, period, question mark, or exclamation point.” Don’t just clamp your lips on a woman’s or thrust your tongue into her mouth. Kissing is a dance that involves constant interplay of lips, tongues, and moist warm breath. Brush her lips with yours. Gently nibble her lips. Run your tongue over her lips.

In my experience, those wet, sloppy and tonsil hockey kinds of kisses are rarely sexy. I’ve been kissed like this before and it feels like a rabid dog is trying to devour a water dish for the first time in three days. However, after you start out slow, get the tongues tangled suck hard on her lips. A little biting hurts, but only in the best way. Also, the pussy isn’t the only place where a woman likes to be licked. Kiss her all over and stop at places like her earlobe, armpit or belly button for a bit of tongue action.
Breast Play: The Best Way

In pornography, the men often maul women’s breasts, squeezing them roughly and pinching the nipples. Big mistake. Breasts and nipples are very sensitive. Be very gentle with them, especially nipples. Caress them lightly with your fingers, lips, and tongue. Once aroused, some women enjoy somewhat firmer nipple caresses, perhaps even pinching. Check in with her about when she likes what kind of nipple fondling.

The first sentence of this section is the most valuable piece of advice Castleman gives in his article. Most porn I’ve seen has some of the worst visual demos of how to turn a woman on. However, if she’s into rough play, wait until she’s warmed up and physically and mentally ready for some hardcore fucking. The same goes for spanking and other BDSM torture play. The pain-pleasure paradigm really doesn’t work at its best until her mind and body are freed with adequate foreplay.
Be Extra Gentle Down There

In porn, the men often pull at vaginal lips as though they’re opening a Zip-Loc plastic bag. Major mistake. The vaginal lips develop from the same cells that, in men, become the scrotum. Do you like your scrotum abused? Fondle her lower lips very gently. As women become sexually aroused, their lips open like flowers.
When initially caressing a woman’s external genitals (the vulva), try placing the palm of your palm between her legs, and pressing just a little, then invite the woman to dance on your hand, moving her hips in ways that stimulate her clitoris and give her pleasure. Once her outer and inner lips part, there’s plenty of time to caress, kiss, and lick her vulva and clitoris.
Be extra-gentle with the clitoris. The men in porn don’t spend much time caressing women’s pleasure organ, but when they do, they often go at it like parched dogs offered a bowl of water. Huge mistake. The clitoris has just as many touch-sensitive nerve endings as the head of the penis, but it’s only about one-tenth the size, so all those nerve endings are packed tightly together, and super-sensitive to touch. In fact, the clitoris is so sensitive that many women don’t like (or can’t stand) they clitoris being touched. They prefer caresses around it.

Castleman has lots of great advice in this passage, but I’d like to add three more things.
1. Don’t ever, ever, ever stick your finger inside of her like it’s an oil dipstick to see if she is ready. It’s definitely not a sexy move and it isn’t a good way to prime her pump, so to speak. Slow and gentle touches and licks are definitely the way to go. Also, while I can’t speak for other women, a quick nipple pinch can jump start her vagina to get well lubed.
2. Castleman is exactly right about the clitoris being extremely sensitive. However, he neglected to talk about oral techniques. Even if the clitoris is hard as a pebble, don’t gnaw on it like it’s a piece of beef jerky. When it’s hard, light, quick flicks with the tip of your tongue can send her spinning and screaming into orbit.
3. I have to partially disagree with what Castleman said about men in porn going down on a woman like parched dogs offered a bowl of water. When I’m really wet, I love the way my lover devours me. Seeing him in action with his face glistening with cum is a huge turn-on, too.
When it’s done right, foreplay should be just as exciting and enjoyable as intercourse, whether it’s slow and leisurely or a hardcore thrash fest. Either way, as my lover puts it, “It’s not the destination; it’s the journey.”

An Erotic Story

M'Lady Teases and Pleases

How does one describe an experience like Miss J.F.!
Ecstasy on steroids, no... that would be pale in comparison to her sensual, seductive nature. When meeting her you are swept away by her warmth and truly personal expressions. What one imagines is a reality that transcends you into a place of true sensual bliss and anticipation...
Joy knows how to tease and please, whilst taking you to the next level of expectation. Ever so much dost she administer her pleasure to ones desire all the while ensuring ones desire grows. A true blissful experience unfolds.
Wearing a body stocking of fishnet. Voice and hands so commanding yet gentle... seductive... and every so enticing... commanding and firm.
Senses tingling with anticipation... the warmth of her hands, the music, the instruments she plays upon your body... as you float in and out... bliss and more!
Ah the fanciful delights of ones mind blindfolded and wondering, wandering into an experience of true mischievous pleasure.

This was my fantasy or my reality? Either way highly recommended for all to enjoy.
Always my Lady, always. *bows and kisses thy hand til next we meet.

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!  

 

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!