Savage Soothed

Today is day six of the Seven Wonderful Sins celebration, and the focus today is WRATH. Anger, fury – the passion of rage.

What can you do when there’s wrath coursing through your veins? The slow burn has reached incandescence? I tend to reach for sharp instruments – and wield them on myself. Teeth, fingernails, porcupine quills, hat-pins, even scalpels. Put them to my skin and the ire melts away.

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Sharing shears

I love sharp things. They make me squirmy and turned on and hot. So when I was visiting CarouselPony to photograph her and her new pet, and her partner pulled out vintage sheep shears which belonged to his grandfather … I got a little ‘my preciousss‘ over them!

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Marked flesh – a photo essay

One of the many things I missed when my relationship with Adonis ended was his skill with sharp and pointy objects. From scratching with hat-pins to deliberate designs with porcupine quills to carefully planned and executed cuttings with scalpels, the pain and pleasure and delicious results were something I sorely missed.

I’ve chosen not to let anyone other than Adonis do that to me – it’s something peculiarly his and mine. There’s trust involved, but also the feedback of verbal and physical communication. The awareness that he knows what he’s doing and it’s turning me on but he’ll stop if I ask it, or pause if I need it.

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Dot com

I’m a dot com! Well, you’re here on the site (unless you’re on an RSS reader), so you probably know that already.

Adonis has long been a fan of scratching things into my flesh (if not outright cutting them into it), so recently he took the opportunity to ensure I have no chance of forgetting what my site address is…

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Four Times Around the Curves

Curvaceous Dee, the blog, is officially four years old today – which pleases me no end!

On January 1st 2006 I sat down and set up a blog on blogspot, with a basic template and no pretty header (that got fixed, and I loved the one I used for the next three years). Once I’d started I had no intention of stopping! With the exception of a three-month pause at the beginning of 2007, I just kept on writing, and photographing, and posting. And you all kept reading, and commenting. You enablers you!

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Trick with a Knife

When you lay it down along my spine, the feel of steel resting against my skin makes me want to shudder – desire and fear and trust all vie for my attention. Instead I remain very still, feeling the metal slowly warm to my temperature. Hearing you chuckle above me. Hearing the camera click as you mark the moment.

*click*

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Biting into my skin

These are just damned hot! The name – Vampire Gloves – sounds hot. The gloves look hot when they’re being worn. And the sensations? Very, very hot indeed.

Vampire Gloves don’t have fangs, as such, but they are marvellously pointy, and can definitely draw blood. As you can see in the pictures, the gloves have teeny triangular points embedded in them, in sets of four. They are attached between layers of leather, so they are very comfortable to wear – and the sharp bits dig in delightfully to whatever you grasp. Additionally, they sit well on the hand: the fingers are not too long, the palm is a good size, and they have a clasp to secure them at the wrist. Not to mention they feel – and look – sexy! The leather smell is nice too.

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Driven

Usually I am proud of my marks. I take delight in the ache and purple of bruises; in the lines left by claws; in the dents left by teeth or leather or pain.

Usually I love my marks. They remind me of how they were received, and of the love intermingled with the hurt which created them. They also give me a solid connection to my submission.

I don’t submit easily. Ninety-nine percent of my life I am in control, the one others turn to, the one making decisions. Every day I run my own life and deal with my own problems and help friends with theirs. I have interdependent adoration and support with Apollo. I have loving friendship and support from my brother and my friends. But I still have to keep the control.

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Angelic

Not only is HNT up a day early (being a celebratory, table-groaning, busy-busy day on Thursday), but it’s another themed HNT – this one is three wishes.

For 13 messages, if I was able to give a gift it would be a huge fluffy duvet – with me tucked beneath it! There’s nothing like warm and squishy snuggles beneath warm (yet not stifling) covers.

To Bad Bad Girl, I wish a year of bottom adoration. Be they admiring glances; friendly pats; lascivious compliments; enthusiastic spankings; or attentive stroking – it’s a gorgeous arse, and it deserve attention!

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Metal

I love the feel of metal on my skin. Whether it be a blade, a needle, a cuff or a chain, the cool weight of steel pressing against me gives me more than just the shivers.

Some of my loves enjoy taking advantage of my metal appreciation. Adonis, in particular, takes delight in tormenting me with knives and pins, sometimes merely laying them on my flesh, othertimes scoring me deeply or cutting me shallowly. I whimper and try not to wriggle with arousal and desire, and all the while I am incredibly aware of his cold metal and my hot blood.

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About Dee

Exhibitionist with words, skin and sex. Free with kisses, compliments, and friendship. Open with heart, passion, and laughter.
Labels I choose for myself: pansexual, polyamorous, fat, kinky, New Zealander, writer.
You can keep my partners and close friends not-mixed-up by reading more about them here.
I write fortnightly for GLBTI magazine Express, for whom I am also the sub-editor. I also write upon occasion for other publications!
If you want to get in touch, send me an email: curvaceous.dee@gmail.com.