My First Scarification

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I’ve written about various ‘first times’ I’ve experienced: my first PiV experience; my first kiss; my first time kissing a woman; my first outdoor sex disaster; my first troll. And there’s been play parties and fisting and overseas visits and exhibitionism and plenty of other things I could write about in the first category … but today I’m going to share my first scarification (will there be another? Maybe sometime).

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I Did What With My Feet Now?

Content Notes: Feet; Needles; Blood

I do some pretty weird shit with my feet. I adore having them regularly beaten by Hylas (so much so that bastinado is a category all of its own), have had patterns scratched into them, and late last year had them set on fire.

But when I was at Kinky Camp over Easter, I tried something new. What was it that made me laugh like this?

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Cut Me

Knife play turns me on – a lot. I love to do it (with partners I trust), to fantasise about it, to read about it while I wank, and to write about it as well.

One of the most erotic stories I’ve ever read was one where the protagonist thought her lover was fucking her with a sharpened blade – and chose to let it happen. It wasn’t until afterwards she found out it was the blunted end instead. I came so hard, again and again. When I read it later, again.

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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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