Suspension of Disbelief

Of course I wanted to be suspended – I was delighted when Bear asked me if he and NiteWolf could take advantage of me wrap me in rope and hang me up high. Bear in particular wanted to disprove the oft-touted line he kept hearing that only the waif-thin could be hoisted in rope, and I was most happy to assist.

I’d only been suspended once before, very briefly – so I was looking forward to having an entire afternoon to muck about with the suspension rack, delicious hemp rope, and my fantastic riggers. And to figure out what kind of lifts we were going to do so as not to upset my lower back (something which had been discussed well in advance).

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Who’s for School?

If you’re going to get naughty photos by a gate, where better than at great big school gates, shortly after attending a great big Pride Parade with Hylas (especially when you’re still a tad tiddly)? Especially when those gates look out over rather a busy road?

We’d parked at Auckland Girls’ Grammar, and stopping to rest my feet partway down the hill – those new shoes were rubbing badly by then – I of course had a naughty idea

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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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Keeping Up Energy Levels

If you’re going to be having intense, epic, multiple-times-daily sex sessions with a lover you haven’t seen in nine months then remembering to both eat and keep up fluid levels is somewhat vital! To that end, m’Lady and I were at least someone organised. Zie purchased some powdered electrolytes for me before I arrived, and we also made sure that all the ingredients were in place for me to cook on at least one occasion.

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Pipe Delight

Yesterday afternoon Hylas, Kiana and I went on a grand Scavenger Hunt location trek in the central city – and had a fantastic time! We successfully tracked down and knocked off six sites (and if we failed in three others that we wanted to do, well, we still had a loads of fun).

The one fail that was particularly irking us was ‘graffiti’. I mean, it’s the city – there should be graffiti everywhere! But every place we could think of where there’s normally loads had been cleaned up, painted over, and generally made nice. Dammit! As we made our way home, we stopped off in a few other spots just in case. But no – the council had been busy here, too.

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Roped to a tree

It has been a damned long time since I was tied up – and I miss it a lot! So when a kissing friend, who is completely new to rope, asked if they could use me as a warm body to practice on? I wriggled delightedly and said ‘yes please!’

I also provided the house to practice in, the rope, the safety shears, the suggested ties, and general rope-y information. I am a fount of knowledge and stuff… all I asked in return was some kissage and some photographs. Handily, said friend was most happy to oblige with both – and even let me wear their very fine hat, too!

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What makes me a woman?

Is it because I have a cunt? No, that can’t be right. Buck Angel has a cunt, and he’s very definitely a man!

Is it because I have the potential to create life inside me? It’s not that either. I’ve been sterilised, so no babies are growing in this womb. And sperm makes life just as much as eggs do.

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I Want It All

I was absolutely thrilled to be asked by Hannah, the editor of Express Magazine, to write an article for their Sex Issue. Pansexuality was what she wanted to know about, and I was delighted to oblige!

Below, a scan of the article itself (and hooray for hot images of Buck Angel!). The editor also wrote damned nice things about me in the ‘about the author’ text at the end. You can read the text of my article below the scan, so you can see what I had to say.

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Wicked Tongues

I love cunnilingus. I love having the opportunity for my lips and tongue and chin and nose to discover the secrets of another; and I love to have my legs spread, my cunt open and welcoming of anothers’ teasing face.

There are so many different ways that a mouth can connect themselves with my cunt. And so many partners, each with their own way of connecting with me.

There’s the gentle approach: insidious, determined lapping which erodes my defences. Long and lascivious licks from my perineum, across the labia and up to the clit, then circling and stroking and nuzzling. Continual contact, laving and stroking until a tidal wave gushes forth and drenches their face. This approach can go for hours, and the waves keep on coming until we are nothing but a tiny figures in a large, damp, lake.

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I Forgot

I forgot so many things.

I forgot that to most people the word ‘cunt‘ is an insult, derogatory, and shocking. That they don’t hear it as a marvellous beautiful descriptor of female genitalia, or realise that I speak the word with love and reverence and respect.

I forgot that to most people ’sex’ is between a male and a female, and described solely as the penetration of the penis into the vagina. That they have no idea sex can be amazing without penetration being part of the picture, or that indeed masturbation is solo sex and in no way secondary to that with a partner.

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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.