I'd seen Joy writing about making symphonic melodies with her gentleman friend. Or perhaps becoming a teacher's pet. What really seduced my mind and senses was right here on her most recent blog postings.
And as I reached out and made contact with Miss Joyfull, well, it was on. It was a cool, slow rain evening when I did so. Very much like the night of our first encounter in which she helped me celebrate my birthday.
And with one message the flirting began. When could we make a meeting happen. Quite the mind stimulation going back and forth while she was out to dinner with friends and I was at dinner by my lonesome. But it was all too sudden. And the energy we were building would have to wait. And I was then commanded by Miss J.F. to not release myself. She wanted that all to herself.
And it was all that I could do from releasing myself. The photos and stories from her blog had my mind (and loins) yearning. But I did not do so for fear of incurring the wrath of Miss J.F. who I had yet to fully encounter.
The evening came/went as well as the next day. We decided it best that I come visit her in her love lair b/c I had a late day working and business dinner with colleagues. And it was with much haste that I made my way instinctually to her abode.
And it was when I crossed her threshold that the sparks/energy flew. She noted that I had a beard and I might scratch her delicate skin. But I told her not to worry as I kissed her on her shoulders and the nape of her neck. I told her I very much approved of the satin/stockings she was wearing.
We skipped her typical foot ritual to allow me to shower off after sharing some wine. We retired upstairs to Miss J.F.'s love chamber. She said she would introduce me to Miss J.F. if I so dared. And I told her that was not out of the realm of possibility.
All that transpired over the next hour plus was a slow and sensual sharing of pleasure. We tested the strength of her bed chamber and exchanged multiple linguistic lessons.
She had told me she was surprised at the end of our encounter as she felt like she had been seduced by me.
Miss Joyfull is such a wonderful woman and person. Her playfulness and sensuality abound. There is no mistaking the amount of pleasure she derives from giving (but this time receiving).
And in the end we were both satisfied from a follow-up encounter. And the hope remains that one day I'll cross that threshold to meet Miss J.F. Or perhaps to fulfill a bucket list of FMF with Miss Joyfull and one of her friends.
Miss Joyfull is such a treasure.. Her lovers are quite spoiled to have such a fine woman/person with whom to share memories.
Do you ever have one of those intimate scenes where lips and limbs interlock in the most perfect of ways. Where the dance of intimacy is an orchestration of passion with whispered endearments, wide-eyed amazement, breathy encouragement, punctuated with laughter and joy?
It's a gift, when two share such a connection. I expect it to be my gift, when I'm requested to share my company with an admirer, for I know my playmates appreciate the ease with having my highly charged erotic self respond with multitudinous waves of pleasure to their attentions. Being a natural giver, living a whole-hearted, hedonistic lifestyle, and wanting to make positive encounters happen for my playmates make it a 'sure' thing.
But when the Seductress, herself, is seduced and has no choice but to succumb to the undeniable power of the delicate mix of a sexy intellect, confidence, and sensual skill...
that is a gift for which I am most grateful.....and surprised to receive.
Many feel shy about their performance in bed and are grateful for the opportunity to have an accepting, encouraging playmate, but still feel unsure of themselves and surely miss out on earth-shaking experiences. It should be no surprise that those who are eager to learn and are sincere in their intent, can develop their skills to become an even more effective lover.
That's a gift too. And it can be learned. Where to start? With yourself. “What do you want?" That question is the gift you give to yourself. Then, choose that partner who can help open the door for your exploration and bring about a greater awareness of sensitivity and sensuality in your intimate encounters. Perhaps you don't know what you want, but the right person can help you find the answers in a playful, positive way.
Back to that Seductress. Succumbing surprises me. Why? Probably because I'm a giver, as I mentioned previously, and find it immensely satisfying to make others feel good. It doesn't occur to me to seek the same and it knocks me flat on my back, so to speak, to experience those times when I am the seduced, not the seducer. Engaging in sexy, fun encounters is one thing, but letting go and succumbing to overwhelming desire and passion with one's lover is quite another.
That's what I call feeling alive. I'm grateful for that gift.
One more thing. Is it hard for you to receive gifts? To let go and be gifted? This is not just in reference to receiving in bed, but in many aspects of daily living.
Here is a quote from a surprising source.
"The greatest gift that you can give another person is to graciously receive
whatever it is that they want to give us."
Fred Rogers
Try it. Graciously receive. Succumb.
(Yes, it occurs to me that 'receiving' and 'succumbing' are a personal challenge for me. All the more reason to share my insights
It's that time of year again. The start of a new season with our talented Seattle Symphony and dynamic Music Director Ludovic Morlot. I get butterflies in my stomach wishing to attend and hoping eagerly to have a fabulous fellow offer his arm and accompany me.
Let's see....should I pen a Want Ad in the Classified Ads:
Spirited, Sophisticated sweetheart seeks
Charming, classical concert-loving chap
for delectable dining and symphonic seductions.
The Opening Night Concert and Gala for the Seattle Symphony is Saturday, September 13rd and if a pert, petite companion as your arm candy and mesmerizing musicologist is of particular interest to you, I'm just the gal for you!
I love any opportunity to support the fine arts. We have so many fine musicians here in Seattle, not to mention the dynamic new Seattle Symphony Music Director Ludovic Morlot (in his third season) who kicks off the 2014–2015 season with a Paris-inspired program, together with one of the foremost artists of our time: violinist Gil Shaham.
Tickets are going fast, so contact me as soon as possible
to make our special evening possible.
How romantic to share a concert, dinner, and dessert together...
THOUGH...
...if pure indulgence is a possibility, we could be swept away by the elegance of a Parisian evening by the Seine at a post-concert black-tie cocktail reception and dinner at the luxurious Fairmont Olympic Hotel.
>***<
Did I mention how much I love wearing my Little Black Dress
and seeing my date dressed in his finest?
But...
...maybe red satin and pearls would set your heartbeat racing?
After all the Seattle Symphony motto is 'Listen Boldly.'
How about 'Impress Boldly' and I'll be your Lady In Red!
>***<
(and maybe what lies beneath the red satin will be our little secret)
~ Here's a bit of fun for a Hot Summer Solstice Eve ~
The Quote of the Day -
"Your panties were sooo WET
...they splashed when they hit the ground!"
~~~
Seriously, I've never heard anything so funny as the above quote of the day. It was even better making it happen for real.
Who knew that a sweet, spirited seductress in her 50s would find such fun flings with fabulous, flirty fellows....
Are you a fabulous, flirty fellow?
If
a mature, sophisticated, mother earth, goddessy type with a bit of an
artsy science nerd in a creative, sexy, kinky, sensual blend is for you,
perhaps you should dip your toe in and test the waters, so to speak.
We are so fortunate to have a magnificent opera in Seattle. Just opening this past week with rave reviews was Rigoletto, a tale of tragedy in love and sacrifice. Especially well know is Rigoletto’s
inescapable aria “La donna รจ mobile,” which has been performed by everyone from cartoon
character Bugs Bunny to famed opera singer Luciano Pavarotti.
The tragedy of
Verdi’s opera is set in motion when a servant, the hunchback jester
Rigoletto, offends a member of the power structure, Count Ceprano, who
retaliates by kidnapping Rigoletto’s beloved daughter, Gilda. Yet, this takes place after The Duke of Mantua (a playboy) seduces and abandons the pretty virgin, who happens to be Rigoletto's daughter.
Sounds like a marvelous scene for role-play, don't you think?
Though in a reversal of power perhaps for...
I'd love to be the Duchess, a playgirl to be sure,
Or perhaps the Countess...
Which brings to mind this amazing picture by Roberto Ferri.
The Portrayal of Female Power
(http://www.robertoferri.net/)
I think you and I should go see Rigoletto while it is still playing.
It's a powerful, passionate performance...perfect for us!
A hot, hunk of a fellow just introduced me to this song "Seduced" with Leon Redbone singing. I've only known Leon's duet with Zooey Deschanel of "Baby, It's Cold Outside." So, I was thrilled to hear another song with his unique, deep voice. I LOVE this!
Here are the lyrics:
I wanna be seduced,
Let a woman talk to me suggestively;
Wanna know that she'd like me to be with her tomorrow morning
Drinkin' hot jasmine tea.
I want her to make me laugh (ha ha ha),
Make a point about touching me when she talks (uhhmm ho ho hmm),
Leaving all the jealous guys in the place to
mumble in their wine and gawk.
I know it only happens when I'm napping,
Nodding in a reverie,
That I find myself a woman that understands about seducing me.
I know it only happens when I'm napping,
Nodding in a reverie,
That I find myself a woman who understands about seducing,
I'll dream about the moon until she'll introduce herself,
I'm imagining a woman who understands seducing me.
I want to be seduced, I want a woman to take me out to dinner for two
I want to see her eyes gettin' moody,
Flirtin' with the thought of what flirtin' can lead to
I want to act real cool, have her think about gettin' little me in bed
Have a chat about Magna Charta, or Puerto Vallarta, or somethin' Gandhi said
I might demur politely, falter slightly, if she starts to fondle my knee,
But I'm relatively certain I'd compromise if I know me
I want to be seduced, I want a wom-an to talk to me suggestively
I want to hear her say she'll be with me tomorrow morning,
Drinking hot jasmine tea
I want her to make me laugh, make a point of touching me when she talks
Leaving all the jealous guys in the joint to mumble in their beer and gawk
I wanna be seduced,
I wanna a woman to take me out to dinner for two;
I'd like to see her eyes get moony
Flirting with the thought of what a little flirting outta to do.
I'd like to be real cool
Let her figure out what I really mean, instead
of havin' a chat about African genesis, psychokinesis
or something Stanislavsky said.
I might demure politely,
Or falter slightly
If she tries to fondle my knee,
But I'm relatively certain that I'd come across if I know me.
I know it only happens, when I'm napping, nodding in my reverie
That I ever find a woman who wouldn't mind seducing me
I know it only happens, when I'm napping, nodding in my reverie
That I ever find a woman who wouldn't mind seducing
Starting from the moment that we'd been introduced
That I ever find a woman who wouldn't mind seducing me.
***
Oh darling, you better wake up from your nap! I've taken very good notes and have jasmine tea in the cupboard too ...
Spirited,
Sophisticated Sweetheart seeks Charming, Concert-loving Chap for
Delectable Dining, Symphonic Seductions, and Concupiscent Companionship.
Not restricted to Classical Concerts.
Well-versed in the idioms of
Jazz, Ballet, and Opera as well.
Have LBD (little black dress), will travel
The Seattle Symphony opened their 2013-14 season with a wonderful gala concert. Lang Lang was STUNNING in the Prokofiev 3rd Piano Concerto.
Here is a
recording snippet similar to what my sexy date and I experienced this
evening.*** Of course, it was much better with the Seattle Symphony!
What an INCREDIBLE pianist Lang Lang is!
He began lessons with Professor Zhu Ya-Fen
at age three. At the age of five, he won first place at the Shenyang
Piano Competition and performed his first public recital. This one is even better:
Also of note were the Seattle Chorale and orchestra in Borodin’s Polovtsian Dances. I felt the singers were quite bold and exciting in their difficult part of singing another language and counting for their entrances. :)
Here is the review - http://seattletimes.com/html/thearts/2021836150_langlangseattlexml.html * before we let our own fingers do the talking
Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me. Aren't you?
If
you’ve met Joy you know that she spends every waking moment trying to
make others happy. She wants to hear what your innermost desires are,
and she almost always puts your needs before hers. In intimate settings
this is an easy task for her because the woman is pure sensuality
incarnate. How else would you describe someone that approaches climax
as quickly and as often as Joy does?
But this story really begins
in early February. Joy is a constant flirt and has played Anne
Bancroft to my Dustin Hoffman since we first chatted several months
ago. Super Bowl weekend was no different. While we talked something
occurred to me. I’d never heard any tales of someone going to visit her
for the expressed purpose of attending to Joy’s desires. She’d
certainly attended to mine in the past. I felt it was time to return
the favor.
A few flirtatious notes of back and forth later, and
we’d determined the need for this event to happen. Due to some issues
on my end with timing, I would have to wait a few weeks to make good on
my vow.
When the day finally arrived I made my way to Joy’s and
arrived right at the top of the hour. A hug at the door was followed by
some chit chat and the standard ritual of the mouthwash toast. A funny
moment occurred while toasting as we watched her little pup
enthusiastically violate a toy stuffed animal.
We sat on the
love seat watching the canine spectacle and laughing over the whole
thing. I’m not sure where the rope came from but before I knew it she’d
wrapped my *ahem* up and trailed the rest of the rope away in the form
of a leash. I was then led upstairs and ordered to shower quickly so
that I could fulfill my promise.
I emerged from the shower donned
the collar that was left for me and we made our way to the other room.
It’s at this point that I should mention that Joy is skilled in the art
of Shibari. And she certainly put this skill to good use. She deftly
crafted the rope into a vest/harness that wove from neck to cockles.
Then with both hands she grabbed hold of the harness and gave a few test
tugs. A smile indicated how pleased she was with her work. A certain
lower extremity, filled with a concentration of blood, indicated how
pleased I was with it.
Joy then laid herself face down on the
massage table and asked if I’d give her a massage. I happily obliged,
and began to work my hands firmly over her back. Before I knew it she
was moaning, then squirming, then...was that an orgasm? Oh my!
I
was informed that she wanted more so on went the latex shield and I
clambered onto the table as instructed. The massage was set to continue
but now from both outside and in. My hands kneaded her thighs and ass
whilst my *ahem* attended to a more intimate region. Recalling from a
previous visit that Joy has a thing for feet I put my gangliness to good
use. Her frame is petite and I was there to attend to her needs. So
while continuing the attention she was getting internally, I shifted the
focus of my hands to her feet. The effort was rewarded with another
climax.
We relocated to the bed and spent the remainder of our
time succumbing to our more animalistic natures. Positions varied as we
writhed, our bodies entwined. There remains a lasting image of Joy
astride me. Her hands gripping the Shibari-style harness in an attempt
to gain leverage while grinding our torsos together.
There is
really so much more about this dynamic lil' pixie that could be said.
But none of it would truly do her justice. You'll simply have to find
out first hand, and see for yourself.
