On Tuesday evening I had Hylas thoroughly bound: wearing latex shorts with a zip for access; a latex hood with open mouth so I could make use of his tongue; rubber mitts on his hands and sheepskin cuffs on his ankles; a spreader bar keeping his legs apart; and rope to ensure he was wide open for me. His cock was jaunty and veined with a ring at the base (plus bonus ribbon for prettiness and texture), and I’d taken great pleasure in opening up and filling his arse. In short, I’d been making most excellent use of him.
There was once a chance
that I didn’t take:
Need versus Want
Dee on IM: growls happily
I am so fucking horny and ready to come.
I love my penetrative toys. While I don’t always have a desire to be penetrated (and my clit gets a lot of attention when I wank) when I feel the need to be filled, vibration rarely enters into what I desire: for me it’s about the shape of the dildo, the solidity of the object, its girth and its length. I retain a focus on the material it’s made of and how it interacts with my labial lips, my vulva, and my slippery interior; the heft in my palm and weight in my belly; and the pressure I can use with it against various interior delicious spots. Mmm. Just writing about it makes me grin!
I post a lot of photos of myself. I regularly receive comments from readers complimenting both the photographer’s talent and how I look, which is always appreciated and great for the self-esteem. Still, with the occasional comment suggesting that I always look ‘amazing’ I must disagree – boy howdy, is that not the case! As it is with anyone who takes and posts pictures, there are a lot of shots that never make it onto the blog.
I’ve been blogging as Curvaceous Dee for eight years today – the time has simply flown by, and been a whole lot of fun in the process! But what do you do to celebrate eight years? When I started pondering this a few months back I asked positively everybody – friends, lovers, munch acquaintances – for their thoughts. Coming up with an idea was far harder than I expected (good thing I started early).
Late last year I undertook an expansion training programme, beginning with my cunt (although my arse gets in on the action as well). It was at the request of m’Lady and made me a little nervous initially – but that changed fast!
You’ve already met the Sire, the delightful black-and-white silicone beauty that I began pushing my cunt-limits with. For a while now, though, the Sire has been joined by a larger friend: the Tantus Mr Universe. As you can see – and see more clearly in the click-though – the size difference is considerable.
I can see from watching that you know how to treasure your body: what works for you, how to touch yourself to bring responsiveness and pleasure. You don’t place the focus solely on your cock – you also pay attention to the rest of your body, have learnt where your various special erogenous areas are.
As you masturbate – and as I watch and as you watch me watching – you are full of variety. Sometimes you remain for a time with one movement or action, then you change, varying speed or altering rhythm to keep things going. You don’t use just the one hand (although you can), instead playing yourself with both. Placing your palms on each side of your cock to shift the skin up and down the shaft; moving your fingertips below to fondle your scrotum so very lightly; sliding the other hand up to scratch at your belly, cup your breasts, tease out a nipple. Slipping a finger into your mouth, then your anus. Groaning. Teasing yourself. Teasing me.
So we all know that I’m a bit of a perve, and that I really like to watch. My penchant for voyeurism came in handy when sitting down with the second volume of Buck Angel’s Sexing the Transman XXX series, and there was plenty to see! The first DVD came out last year (it was really hot), and so my expectations for this second offering were high.
Unfortunately I didn’t have a partner to watch with me this time around – but it did mean I could stretch out comfortably on the couch; have the pleasure of drooling appreciating and scribbling notes as I went; stop and start if I wanted to write a quote down – and giggle like mad at the Behind the Scenes extras!
Sometimes I get so horny I could bust. And when that happens, a whole lot of orgasms is the result, often for days at a time.
When I’m in this state of being I become very focused on my physical reactions. It’s not to the exclusion of everything else – I’m still going about my life – but it takes so very little for me to be right back there, thinking about the fuck. This time around I’ve been über-horny for the last ten days or so. My standard routine is to masturbate three or four times a week, with bonus partnered sexual escapades, and the occasional porno DVD or short video. But now I’ve ramped right up – I’m watching multiple clips; wanking two-three times daily (for quite long periods of time) – and I cannot stop thinking about all things sexy.keep looking »