Endorphins

I love endorphins. And when I have lots of orgasms, or get a really good beating, or have been bitten and clawed until my brain stops whirring, then the endorphins kick in and I start to giggle and I can’t stop. Which is challenging if I’m still in the middle of being beaten – so I warn tops beforehand that I’m likely to laugh uncontrollably, and that it’s definitely not at them or their technique!

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Chocolate decadence

This came from a most excellent discussion about sex positivity over at The Lady Garden, and is well deserving of further dissemination.

Max Rose said this in the comments:

A better analogy might be “The world would be a better place if more people ate more and better chocolate”. Unlike vegetables, most people acknowledge that chocolate makes them feel good, but they are sometimes made to feel guilty about it if they enjoy it more than moderately or don’t enjoy it in socially sanctioned ways, and a lot of people never get to experience really fine chocolate.

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Ask Aunty Dee: Dental Dams

A friend who wishes to remain anonymous is dead curious about dental dams:

So what are these dental dam things anyway, and what’s the point of them? I know that you’ve used them before, Dee, so tell me what you think about them please!

That I can definitely do, anonymous friend. My first introduction to dental dams was when I started to do presentations about sex toys for work – in the lube and safer sex section there were dental dams (in addition to condoms), and they were a lot of fun to talk about and to show off. They always got a lot of attention too, as very few people in New Zealand know what they are (most assume it’s something to do with dental work. The name is not an endearing one!).

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Relaxed bathing

Bathing is a treat.  While showering is all about the day-to-day getting clean (and having the occasional wank), bathing is for me about relaxation and peacefulness (as well as *cough* having the occasional wank).

While I’ve made a point of always renting houses that have a tub, the majority of them have been too narrow and too shallow for my curves. Which means thighs pressed against the sides, and belly and boobs riding high above the tide. It’s just not as warm that way!

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Gender Celebration Carnival round-up

I thoroughly enjoyed taking part in the inaugural Gender Celebration Carnival – many thanks for Ellie Lumpesse for putting it all together!  The posts for this carnival are definitely worth reading – if you missed any they are all below.

Comments got particularly interesting on my own post, so feel free to have a look back and add your own thoughts.

Participants and their posts:

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Duck frenzy

When you’re playing with bath crayons and drawing numbers all over me, of course the duckies get a look-in as well! Purple duckie is especially pleased – I wonder why?

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Poems poems poems

It’s National Poetry Day here in New Zealand, so I entertained myself by taking poem requests from twitter readers. Here are the results!

Fisting

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Bath with a view

Bath tubs are for more than sleeping – especially when it’s a tub as big as the one in our motel room at One Burgess Hill, and with such an epic view!

We had a clever idea, so after touristing our way around New Plymouth on Friday, we stopped at Vogeltown Flowers (hi there, if you’re reading) and purchased lots of beautiful purple and yellow blooms.

Lots of clickies. And far too many pics for just one post, so there’ll be more next week too.

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Numbers down my spine

As promised, the amazing photographs Demeter took of numbers down my spine. There will be a few bonus shots next Sunday, just because there were so many great ones that I couldn’t choose which to showcase!

Click for different views.

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Tempestuous

Streaming, slipping, sliding. Hot water and warm flesh, damp hair and the taste of chlorine and ephemeric bubbles. I lie back, head resting against hard plastic, while you slip (slick) between my legs. You kneeling, worshipping, bubbling breath up past my belly as you dip below to take me in your mouth.

Your tongue is hotter than the water.

Slipping, sliding, streaming. I buck hard (making a bruise on my hairline, which I find tomorrow), spasm over you. You rise to breathe and I caress hair out of your eyes. You rise to breathe and I kiss you, give you my air. You rise to breathe and then sink below again, suckle me. I cannot stop the shudders that move from clitoris to head, cunt to toes, groin to heart. Your hands rest on my waist, so I cannot float away and lose myself completely.

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