Lay Your Hands On Me

Today is day seven – the final day – of the Seven Wonderful Sins celebration, and the delectable focus for today is on LUST.

And being me, I asked lots of friends and lovers to give me a hand or two …

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Happiness Overflow

Purring would seem to be, in her case, an automatic safety valve device for dealing with happiness overflow. - Monica Edwards

Sometimes you just want to play – to frolick and pounce and bat things around. So what better than to be a kitten? Adonis recently purchased a gorgeous outfit from Kitten Cream, and was kind enough to let me try it out. Now I think I want a set of my own!

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Steel and Smiles

After busting my back a few months ago and wearing my pale pink corset practically daily for weeks, I discovered that plastic boning really isn’t strong enough to hold my voluptuous curves in check – I’m sure that’s a surprise, right? So I embarked on a search to find, fit and purchase myself a proper steel-boned corset for myself.

I found an utterly gorgeous one, in an Edwardian Stripe style – but by the time I’d done so, I was so sick of having to wear a corset that I took the opportunity my healing back offered (and the strongly worded advice of the osteopath to not, so my back would not rely on one for support), and tucked it away until the right occasion. Which was a play party!

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Torment and delight

What’s a girl to do when her best friend, her pet, and her ex-lover-but-very-good-friend all gang up on her? Well it turns out that this girl will shriek a lot, have (eventually) one hell of an intense orgasm, and finish up giggling like an loon and looking like this:

You’ll have to wait until Wednesday to see how they did it… but here’s a sneak audio peek:

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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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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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Sparkle time

Have you heard of German Sparkle Party? Do you have party pants and rubber boots? It’s awesome, it’s fun to dance to, it’s tacky, and – above all – it’s sparkly!

The awesome German Sparkle Party has become quite popular in our crowd, so I was delighted when Hylas announced that his New Years Eve party, to see out 2010 and see in 2011, would have a theme of – wait for it – German Sparkle Party. Alas, both Amie and Kiana were going to miss out (being overseas), but the rest of us would make sure we had a very sparkly time indeed…

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Staunching The Wound

I like words. I like them a whole lot – whether they’re spoken or written, they hold a deep appeal to me. I like to to read, to write, to talk and to listen. To learn from the knowledge words impart. For me, words are intense, powerful, strong and moving.

But when it comes to believing someone? When it comes to truth or lies? Then, it’s more than words, because words – no matter how intense and powerful – are only a part of the story. When it comes to truth, lies, perceptions and beliefs, then actions must be counted. And when the two don’t match up? Then I’m far more likely to place stock in actions, and what those actions say.

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Euphoric About The Size

When my Cyberskin Euphoria arrived from Tabu Toys, the very first thing that I noticed was that there was a cyberskin button on the packaging that you can squish and fondle! It’s surprisingly fun, and it encouraged me to rip open the packaging and feel the toy itself.

I quickly discovered that the Euphoria is a two-part vibrator, as the Cyberskin is a sleeve which is removable. That means you can use both the big fat soft vibrator, or the big nearly-as-fat hard plastic vibrator beneath. Choices!

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Trembling

“Stand in the bath-tub.” Naked, holding his hands, I lift my foot and step backward into the tub, my other foot following. “Good girl.” Letting go of me, he places both hands on my belly and gently pushes me back until I feel the touch of the cool wall behind me. I jolt at the coldness, and laugh at my surprise.

He leans forward, and I kiss him greedily. My hands are splayed flat on the tile behind me, keeping my balance. He captures my right breast with one hand, twisting and pulling the nipple, and I moan and kiss him harder.

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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.