Art of the Cunt

Jackie Adshead is an amazing artist. Have you seen her work? That painting on the right (my personal favourite) is one of her latest, a series of seven gorgeous pieces that are all … well, what do you think they are? I know exactly what I see when I look at them – and that’s what they’re based on, too.

I have to thank Cake for putting me onto Jackie’s work – I was blown away when I saw them, and couldn’t stop gazing at them! I would love to have any of these canvases on my wall at home. Not just for the cheeky grin I’d get on my face when watching folks see them for the first time (because most of my visitors know me well enough that they’d definitely see cunt and not a flower or an abstract), but because they’re all such delectable, respectful, and honest representations. Not to mention amazing art.

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Skoda Slut, part 1

In which Dee muses about the combination of car interiors and lust:

Messing about in cars seems to be a peculiarly teenage pursuit, for the most part. When there is nowhere else to go for that make-out session, oral action, or fucking, the lure of the automobile is most potent indeed. There are, however, a few requirements for this – all of which I managed to procure at various times in my youth:

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Lackadaisical

The last week’s been astonishingly busy. There’s been the sex with wonderful lovers, leaving me with lots of bruises, smiles, and happy memories that will make it into post form at some point. Then there was the monthly kink munch; helping Kiana move house; and preparing for and attending a job interview that went spectacularly well (hooray)!

Add that to the usual work, sleep, snuggling with Apollo (who is on staycation at the moment), mental cats, being there for friends and having friends who are there for me – and I got to today and was completely exhausted!

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Her glorious cunt

My cheek is resting on Metis’ ankle, and my gaze is focused on her cunt. Her glorious cunt. It’s glistening and fleshy, petals opened, with the dark tendrils of her pubic hair curling around it. I can smell her aroma, and when I lick my lips I can taste her saltiness.

Hermes can taste her saltiness too. His tongue is flicking across her clitoris, back and forth, back and forth. His eyes are open and focused, his chin pressing down into the cleft. I can see the delight on his face as he pulls back briefly for air, before returning his tongue to its delicious play.

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Favourite things

My nightie is one of my favourite things (cue the music)! A few days before Apollo and I went on our very first holiday together (a naughty weekend at a high-end B&B, with champagne, private spa, and an alarming amount of good food and great sex), we visited Rich Lingerie and spotted this delicious fuchsia delight.

This nightie has travelled around the country with me, been on honeymoon, been rolled up in my handbag and carried to overnight liaisons, and otherwise lives perpetually at the end of our bed, ready to be thrown on when I get up in the morning.

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Cupcake

I do love being tied up. So when I was invited to a Shibari party a few weeks ago, to mess about with rope and try out different ties, I was all for it!

What’s the difference between a Shibari party and a play party? Well, for starters, a car full of subs driving over there chanting “Rope! Rope! Rope!” generally doesn’t occur for your standard play party. Additionally, the focus was more on experimentation and practice than on doing scenes or ‘playing’. So it was a relaxed atmosphere, with a fire that warmed the whole house (the better to get us undressed quickly), and some nice wine and nibbles as well.

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Statistical Deviants

Okay, so I’m still absolutely thrilled to have been named in the Top 100 Sexy Bloggers of 2008 (although the squeeing has settled down a little)! Still, it’s been on my mind, and I got to thinking about a few things.

Numbers

In a list of 100 names, you anticipate some variety – and this lovely list is no exception.

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This Week’s Pick in Sugasm #145

Aww – you guys! I am delighted to be one of This Week’s Picks, especially in such erotic company 

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #146? Submit a link to your best post of the weekby emailing radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

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Bondage Basics Collar

I never used to wear necklaces. When it came to jewellery, I was a rings and bracelets kind of woman (and I still am).

As it is, necklaces are still not regular-wear for me, but I now have quite the small collection. Most of them have special meaning to me, so I wear them at special times. And the other things I put around my neck? Collars.

I own two collars now – my first was the Baby Dee collar, which I love for many reasons. It now has competition – my Bondage Basics Collar. It’s about as different from the Baby Dee as it’s possible to get: red instead of black; wide instead of narrow; one D-ring instead of many. But it’s similar in that I like to wear it, enjoy the feel of it on my neck, and feel deliciously submissive when I’m wearing it.

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My new favourite number

In which Dee is rather over-excited and may have has been getting into the sugar.

My whole life I’ve had a thing for the number nine. It just worked for me – I liked how it looked when I wrote it down in numerical form, the double tongue-press to the top of my mouth when saying it, and how nine was neither too little nor too many of just about anything (including spankings).

But now, three is growing on me. Growing on me pretty darn fast. It’s been a day of three‘s. Let me share them with you!

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