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!

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 - 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!

The Clitoris is just the Tip of the Iceberg

I really love getting perspectives of other intelligent, sex-positive, highly charged individuals whose life work is to illuminate and inspire.  One such person is Kim Anami.  For a fascinating look into her life and path, go to kimanami.com and check out "a bodacious life."

Here is her latest writing and I felt compelled to share with you.  Why?  Because it excites me.  I'm one of those women that experiences orgasms beyond just the tip of the iceberg.  And once that orgasm begins, the ride has only just begun so to speak.  This takes time, letting go, surrendering to and with my lover.

Please share your thoughts, as I now have a comment box.  I'd love to hear from you. 

I am forever coming across articles that talk about women’s orgasms, or rather, a woman’s orgasm. As though there is only one.

And then I get confused. Because I wonder, “Are they talking about clitoral orgasms? G-Spot orgasms? Anal orgasms? Ear-gasms?”

I never know.

And the authors of said articles don’t seem to know either.

Presumably, they are talking about clitoral orgasms.

As these seem to be the most common female orgasm, and the one most likely to show up in a lab.

However, the clitoris is just the tip of the iceberg.

Literally.

The clitoris most people know and love is a tiny button on the external vulva which is full of pleasure and swells with touch.

The clitoris is part of a larger system of nerves and tissue which makes up the entire “clitoral bulb,” which wraps itself around the entryway of the vaginal canal, like a wishbone.

This is where things start to get good.

Inside the vagina.

Just like an iceberg, the external clitoris is only 10% (or less) of where female pleasure lies.

I often say that the clitoris is good for a warmup, a teaser to the main event.

But make no mistake, the true pleasure and power of a woman’s sexuality, and the kinds of orgasms which change her life, are located inside the vagina.

I guarantee you that.

Beyond the clitoral bulb, which covers just part of the vaginal canal, and is thought to house the legendary—and far more profound—G-Spot, is a treasure trove of sensation, depth and rebirthing potential.

I use the phrase “Pandora’s Box” to describe vaginal potential. A wild, mysterious cavern which houses transformative potential.

Don’t get waylaid by the clitoris. It’s almost like a detour.

It’s not your final resting place.

This is why so many women are lackluster about sex: they’ve only ever had clitoral orgasms. Or someone told them that the clitoris—not the vagina itself–is the pleasure source for women. And they believed it.

While clitoral orgasms are fun, kind of like eating a chocolate bar, they aren’t life-changing or life-sustaining.

They aren’t nourishing, gourmet food.

You need to go into the vagina for that.

The vagina demands that you open, surrender and fully let go to experience what it has to offer.

After my best, most cataclysmic, sexual experiences, I am glowing. I radiate peace, ease, love, confidence, and beauty. I feel like a new person. I am reborn.

My vagina does that for me, not my clitoris.

The vagina demands that you show up. Deeply.

When you are entered deeply, you have to let go deeply. You have to pull down your walls, open your legs, open your heart and let someone penetrate the deepest parts of you.

The journey towards doing all of those things internally—meaning your internal, emotional landscape—will reflect physically.

When you are vulnerable and soft, your vagina will be too.

When you tune into your own rhythm and flow, your vagina will be wet and flowing too.

When you open energetically to receive your partner, to receive desire and love, your vagina will open too.

It will swell and suck your partner right up.

The keys to the kingdom, or queendom, are found inside.

So in the land of vulvic map-making, the gold is deep within.

Don’t get waylaid by the first bit of glitter you see.

While it can lube up your journey a bit and prepare you for things to come, keep going.

90% of the Titanic-altering power is much further inside.

 Written by Kim Anami

 

***"If I'm lucky...You're ready for me!"***

(Yes, I figured I'd just join the rest of the world and share my own selfie, though admittedly, I take 98% of my own pictures anyway.)

Here I am indulging in one of my favorite activities.  

Lounging in the Secret Garden.

Whether that is while I am sharing my special space with you 

and reveling in the blue sky above and cool breezes caressing our bodies, 

whilst exploring the pleasures of our natural state of being...

Or if my Sensual Domme persona, Miss J.F., takes over 

and has you tied up to the cherry tree pushing you to the edge

and back again with the earthiest tie and tease you'll ever experience 

or serving me in oh so many delicious ways...

*I'd consider myself lucky to share your company.

I'm ready and I sure hope you're ready for me!*

*A small tribute to Charlie Haden and his album, Sophisticated Ladies

with Melody Gardot singing "If I'm Lucky"

and 

Johnny Winter with Muddy Waters in "I'm Ready"*

What a sad week with the loss of two great musicians.

May Charlie and Johnny rest in peace.

The Sweet Juices of my Mouth

“the sweet juices of your mouth
are like castles bathed in honey.
i've never had it done so gently before.
you have put a circle of castles
around my penis and you swirl them
like sunlight on the wings of birds.”
― Richard Brautigan

shh, let's keep it between ourselves

Morning Bliss with Joy

I work graveyard, so it is hard to find someone who will accommodate my schedule, but Joy was more than willing and was happy to have breakfast with me in the early morning. She greeted me like an angel in a white sheer negligee with a hug and a light kiss, then she led me around the kitchen to pick up our mimosas with fresh squeezed orange juice.  We went to her little alcove to talk a bit and then she started removing my shoes in order to bath my feet, a first for me.  

 

Then we moved upstairs to her lovely lair, and I took a shower after she had undressed me slowly and sensuously as the sun rose and shone through her boudoir window.  She kissed me like a long lost lover and I believe that she must do yoga on a daily basis, for she is quite flexible.  Time seemed to fly by, but all good things must come to an end, so we kissed and said our alohas.  

It was a delight to meet Joy, more delightful than I can adequately express thru words only, (I will have to use other body parts next time.)  In fact, I'm thinking about seeing her again soon just to make sure the first encounter was the pleasant blur I remember.  She is a lovely lady who makes your pleasure her focus.

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

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

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.

I use feet

oh yes, I do.  Mine, yours, ours. 

Here is a stimulating adventure showing how much 

I enjoy using my feet.

 

However, what the picture does not show is how my playmate is bound Shibari-style to the pillar behind him.  After all I would not want him to fall shouldst he lose his level-headed thinking in a haze of bliss.

I do enjoy feet.  And those who visit me know first hand the pleasures to be found at my finger tips, tippy toes, or other sensuous stimuli applied to their feet.

For now I will give my own feet a break in this soft, luxurious fur, as I recover from a very harried week as Nurse. 

But that is a whole 'nother subject...