DMA Events NYC's Vanilla Party last month was such an intriguing mix of guests…the images capture the feel perfectly…I look forward to the next experience! Enjoy the tease...and yes, I am the blond with the crop-cut...xxx conchita.
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Let’s GET STICKY: Celebrate National Maple Syrup Day! (via VVG – Very, Very Good)
HAPPY NATIONAL MAPLE SYRUP DAY!
And to celebrate I have presented you with a deliciously sticky dessert (see reblog)…a delectable picture
And in the immortal (are they still around?) of Def Leopard, as creatively-quoted by my VERY witty friend Melicent S.:
Pour some syrup on me, C’mon fire me up, Pour your syrup on me, Oh, I can’t get enough, I’m hot, sticky sweet, From my head to my feet!
xxx c.
Sex Toy Tuesday: Pantie Play
You know what I have always dreamed of owning?
A pair of VIBRATING PANTIES!
Do you even have to ask?
The benefits are obvious, let’s discuss the details…
There are of course the cost-conscious vibrating panties, which seem to start at about $19.99 on most of the online sex-toy sites and feature boy-short styling, with a concealed tiny pocket that holds a miniature vibrating bullet.
It is removable, waterproof, and wireless. The key is mobility…wear your panties out for a stimulating dinner or perhaps an up close dance with your lover. These panties have the capability of taking you to new and spontaneous orgasmic heights. And…worn under a harness with a strap-on…well, now we are talking about mutual satisfaction!
However, there are cons…placement being primary. Situating the bullet in the most advantageous position requires some shimmying which may be deemed inappropriate depending where you decide to utilize your vibrating panties. additionally turning them on-and-off necessitates a quick pop into the loo…luckily there exists an upgraded “panty” that seems to have pleasantly rectified some of these issues.
The Berman Astrea Vibrating Panty (top of the line and most easily available), selling for approximately $60 this version features LUX, black stretch-lace (available in a conservative or “skimpy” style) and improved placement to tickle your labia and clit properly.
The kinkiest feature of this stimulating pantie?
IT IS REMOTE CONTROLLED!
Meaning that you can control the vibes, from say…you purse or create even more fun by handing-over the control to an affable partner…stimulation from up to 12-feet away…imagine the POSSIBILITIES!!!!
And with that, I wish you a stimulating evening and a very sexy Sex-Toy Tuesday! Xxx c
The Garter Belt…iconic sensuality.
I remember when I first ever donned a garter belt. I was 15 years-old, a virgin, and extremely sexually curious. At the time, I was masturbating regularly to my mother’s long-forgotten 1970’s erotica and vividly imagining what all of these unknown sensations were to actually experience.
In my “real-life” I craved anything that might duplicate my paper-back fantasies…in them, the women were in control…confident…sensual…and always sheathed in luxurious lingerie…leather…lace…vinyl…silk…their lingerie seemed to mirror their persona…naughty, sweet, nasty…and for me, the most iconic item these women wore was always the garter belt.
The Garter Belt seemed to differentiate the normal woman from the truly sexually-confident woman.
It was sex.
The way it sits against the hip, it’s straps laid delicately on naked thigh holding-up oh so delicate stockings.
Classic. Beautiful. Alluring.
I remember the first time I finagled my mother into buying me one, two actually, ivory and one black lace. I have no idea what possessed her, probably only the desire to quell a momentary fancy of her overly imaginative daughter, but acquiesce she did and I got my lingerie. Tiny and delicate I was fascinated…standing in front of the full-length mirror in my pink holly-hobby bedroom, I was pleasantly pleased; I looked sexy, in control…like the women in my fantasies…until I tried to attach the hose.
Bent at a cock-eyed angle I struggled with the fasteners endlessly endeavoring to attach the hose without much luck initially.
It always took me at least 20 minutes to strap myself in…still does…and yet all that effort seemed worth it (still does)…like, of course a woman in control of her sexual desires would take care to dress accordingly…and that prize comes with a cost…it is not without effort.
Oh…but it is so worth it.
I currently find myself in the position of donning my “ancient symbol” of female sensuality, The Garter Belt, nearly daily now…and it still titillates…satisfies…and imbues great power.
I love it….and feel completely honored to have been given this little window in my life…to explore…to experience more of my sensuality…from a nymphobrainiacs perspective, of course. In truth, I could not do it without my Garter Belt…no way…it would be like going into battle without my weapon. A girl MUST always have her accessories, my dear…always!
Xxx c.
Dia de Los Muertos…I honor LOSS through life
In the last five years I have lost as many family members…Five. To some that sounds like a lot, to others it does not….everything is relative. Still, in my world it felt like…too much.
(My grandfather)
Searching for understanding and acceptance in my grief, I came to my own history as a Mexicana (Link to previous post HERE) and the Mexican holiday Dia De Los Muertos, specifically.
Dia De Los Muertos or Day of The Dead is a religious/paganistic ceremony beginning more than 3,000 years ago with the Aztec ancients.
Many people mistakenly understand it as an extension of Halloween, although it is celebrated on November 2nd and is not actually related to the mockery of Halloween costumes and revelry, rather Dia De Los Muertos is a ritual remembrance of those who have died.
The decorative alters, full of candy skulls, flowers, incense, candles, and photos are meant to honor and respect the dead through remembering their life, it is a day to acknowledge death through living.
“We must remember them”, say the elders about the Dead. “They want us, they love us. See how that flame danced high before it died? It is the Dead, letting us know we are not to forget them. Look over there—that glass just tipped over. No one of the Living touched it. It is how the Dead speak to us.”
It is not sad a sad day, rather Dia De Los Muertos is a celebratory day when the souls of lost loved ones are welcomed back to the world of the living, but no tears are shed. The ancients insist that “the path back to the living must not be made slippery with tears.”
I realize this all sounds bit odd to many Americans, but Mexicans (and Mexican-Americans) believe that we all carry DEATH with us, everyday…
How?
We ALL have a skeleton.
Hence all of the dressing as skeletons and skulls that you see in the Latin community…the skeletons on Dia Des Los Muertos literally dance with life!
To Mexicans…our skeleton is our link with death which we carry with us throughout life. It is a stark symbolization the cycle of life.
Which is why…I chose my Calaveras de Azúcar (sugar skull) to be inked on my back (SEE LINK HERE). I wanted to make real the feeling I struggled with, I felt as if I was carrying my loss as a weight, on my back. It was painful…It hurt…and somehow I felt that through realizing that emotion through artistic expression, paralleling my emotional pain with with a physical (almost ritual) act…that I might grasp some relief…some acceptance and peace. I did.
As November 2nd approaches, I am struck again by the meaning and symbolism of Dia De Los Muertos…a celebration of DEATH through LIFE…and the tremendous healing impact that realization had on me…it is a dialectic I think we can all relate to…and one that somehow…makes death…and loss just a bit more…acceptable…through making it…A PART OF US ALL.
I leave you with this poem…written by a Mexican woman, translated from Spanish…please enjoy…xxx c.
Woman with Somber GazeWoman with a somber gaze,
Tell me, what do you see in the candles?
are the ghosts in the night
or are they flowers of the earth?What do you treasure on your lap
illuminated and transparent,
even in the air
your silhouette appears?Twice as much the pain,
twice as much the loss,
the flowers have become the rivers
and the fragrance cries out.Pondering at night,
vigil of the imagination,
bundle of lights and echoes,
stay up late during the wake…Woman with a tender gaze
the flames of candle reach out;
are they mocking this moment
or are they restfully flickering out.In your illuminated face
life rejuvenates,
to those who love death
this is a golden in their sight.For those who love life
it is a night of confusion,
the wax kisses the flowers
and the flame caresses the emotions.Julie Sopetran
(Spanish poet, 1995)Source: Poem found in Michoacan- Through the Eyes of the Soul, Day of the Dead in Mexico
Trick & Treat! Happy Sex-Toy Tuesday: The Halloween Edition(#10)
Halloween has us all in a tizzy this time of year, whether last-minute planning costumes for children or creating some imaginative ensemble for a soiree of the adult-kind, many of us are inundated with thoughts of…
PUMPKINS, SCARECROWS, HORROR MOVIES, MONSTERS, VAMPIRES, WEREWOLVES, ZOMBIES, WITCHES…and all manner of creatures of the night!
Truly it seems that Halloween caters to adults as much as it does children…and as a holiday that celebrates the darker side of life and fantasy…that’s not really a surprise.
Still when I reflected on this week’s entry: adult sex-toys and Halloween, I have to admit I was at a loss…until I did a bit of research…and voila! I discovered some Tasty Halloween Treats meant to do more than just Trick!
Let us begin with a little excitement from the dark-side…some (if you will forgive my rough-language) undead-cock. For those with a full-on Twilight “hard-on” (now please forgive my bad pun)…I bring you: “Edward“…or at least his…ummm MEMBER
And not only does this High Grade “Twilight Vamp Dildo” have all the qualities to get-the-job-done
- Realistic dildo in a deathly pale flesh tone for those that fantasize about being tantalized by the forbidden
- Well endowed head for erotic penetration and satisfying shaft texturized with subtle veining for a spellbinding experience
- Large base makes it easier to hold, perfect for “O” ring harnesses, and great for use on flat surfaces.
It also includes authentic extra:
Don’t save this for just nocturnal escapades, try taking our Vamp out in the sunlight and watch him sparkle! (www.mypleasure.com)
Yes…The Vamp sparkles and glitters in the sun mimicking our favorite young Twilight Lovers with bloody perfection!
For those of you who prefer a more classic approach to your Halloween Sex Toys, I present:
At over $200, this custom-made toy is not for the casual undead fan, rather I would recommend this toy for the serious ZOMBIE-PHILE! As the website details:
Zombi: All it wants is your warm human flesh. A bloated, rotting, pustulant abomination. Choose from a variety of festering colours.
Size: ~7″ Long total and 1.5″ Across with clit stimulating arteries, and textured rotting penis head… so grotesque as to be amazing!This hand crafted and body safe silicone dildo is more detailed than any dildo you have ever seen before. The artists not only have sculpted an insane monstrosity for you from the influence of some of your favorite horror classics… but they also hand paint each dildo to give it personality, and gruesome reality. It is a labor of love to make these phalo-horrors, so they’re not cheap. But they are, in 2 words, perfectly horrific. (www.kinkengineering.com)
And I ask you…who wouldn’t want a decayed green disembodied penis to play with on a spooky Halloween Night?
On second thought…don’t answer that…instead let’s move on to my NEXT offering…something we can all enjoy together…or at least those of us over the age-of-consent:
Yes…you read correctly, what I present you is the first X-Rated Pumpkin…Behold, THE PORNKIN!
The website’s slogan is, “CARVE THIS.” And they seem to be going for the young and partying crowd by the looks of their promo-video featuring scantily-clad barbies bouncing through a club…interstingly, there’s neither a pumpkin nor a pornkin in sight…I suppose it is implied:
porn-girls = PORNKIN (?)
Regardless, the concept is super creative and while this HALLOWEEN I will not be indulging in dildos of the undead type…I think I will be carving-up a lil porn-pumpkin art…why not? It’s not like kids ever come tricker-treating anymore…so I guess I will just sit home this year, eat an entire package of snack-sized kiddie-candies and indulge in a little Pumpkin-Porno!
TRICK OR TREAT…or in this case, I suppose it’s a little of both!
Happy Sex Toy Tuesday…and a VERY Happy & Safe Halloween to YOU, xxx c
Wolfbane Blooming…on a Halloween Night!
Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night,
may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
and the Autumn moon is bright.
-From The Wolfman (1942/2009)
Oh how I enjoy costumes…makeup…creation…it is the realization of all of my fantasies…it makes-real the things that cannot be…allowing me to act as if…giving voice to the parts of me that do not get the delights of expression in my daily life…living as the dark…the naughty…the sinister:
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
xxx c.
The Vampire Lover: An Erotic Dreamscape (Chapter I)
For two nights, her lover had come. No that was not right exactly, it had been two nights since her murderer had arrived. Bringing a death so sweet…tenuous and erotic; a satisfaction, she never imagined possible. It was a death breathed from life itself.
Her lover’s true form was not known to her, unless a gender itself was malleable…for even the face and body, revealed to her on the previous eve, resembled the other. It was as if her sweet killer was not one but two, perhaps twins…The most exquisitely beautiful man and woman she had ever laid eyes upon. However that seemed doubtful as at the center of her being, in her soul, she knew. For it was the same touch…the same kiss…the same rhythmic movement of their bodies against one another, hot and fleshy…the taste of skin…the feel of muscle flexing…and the end…the end, her ending, was the same both nights prior…
The first night she came.
Lily drifted toward sleep…her mind floating on a pillow of blanket-like softness…pieces of her day unwinding, freed from linear processes…they became fragments of reality:
Work…walking down the hallway…the mesh cup pencil-holder on her desk. The train…the smell of urine and the sound of Lady GaGa blaring out all consciousness…Rah Rah…Home…the softness of her cat…the heat of the shower…wet…dark…ddeeeeeppppp…
From the shadows of her dream the woman not so much stepped, as glided. Having no time to comprehend the intentions of this apparition, Lily only had a moment to note her presence as in the next, the woman was astride her. She was nude…lithe and long…skin the color of porcelain…her expression was calm, almost sanguine. She didn’t move for what seemed a very long time. Both women stared into one another’s eyes…where developing intentions and desires began to unfold. Lily, clearly in the defensive position, felt a great wash of submission run over her. She felt comforted and safe, a flicker of sexual yearning beginning to rise from deep within her.
The woman appeared to be aglow…to Lily it was a strange trick as the light seemed to both emanate and originate from her…she appeared to pulse…even the woman’s features appeared impermanent as the light lifted off of her high sculpted cheek bones…her large and wide-set, ruby tinted-eyes seemed to gleam as if they were on fire…Her lips…appeared to have a wet sheen all of their own…dark…and slightly parted…her teeth revealed sharp points…wanting. 
And her skin…before she even reached out to touch the woman, Lily knew its touch..soft and buttery..silk. A thousand utterances sped through Lily’s mind, yet she spoke nothing…and simply remained still…silently, waiting…
The woman spoke, in a voice so sublime it seemed to sing and wrench at Lily’s heart, leaning down…close, petal soft lips brushing trembling skin:
“Death can be like ecstasy, I can show you.
It was a declaration, and not an invitation and the words came crashing down…A tidal wave of desire engulfed Lily…escaping in an audible and sound…pleading, as a cat’s cry…and then…the burning began.
Starting as an insignificant warm tingle in her middle, the woman began to slide weightless along the length of Lily’s body, the heat soon became a flame kindling into a fire. Lily could not lay still. It was as if the threatening words the woman had spoken were in fact simply inane whispers of a lover meant to entreat and titillate. Lily did not care. Her only wish was of unexpressed surrender.
The woman’s mouth was hot upon her…
Her tongue like a serpent, impossibly long and searching…Lily motioned to touch her beautiful hair and quickly found her hands secured above her head. It was not unpleasant. She understood, she was to submit…and Lily found that, for the very first time in her existence, she had never ever wanted anything so thoroughly or completely. She relaxed into the moment…
The woman’s tongue continued its exploration…alternating between long strong strokes, along her delicate shoulders and then down to her taut stomach, to quick flicking teases across her rounded breast and up to her collar-bone. Lily’s thoughts came as feelings and images rather than complete interpretations of her experience:
Clouds, wind, the tickle of a blade of grass…calm…safe…the touch of the sun’s rays…LIGHT! Light everywhere.
The fire burned and…
The woman’s careful licks became playful, intimate bites. First, an excruciatingly pleasureful nip to her breast, gliding to nipping, and turning swiftly into a suckling that made Lily’s back arch high off of her sheets when lips turned to teeth and her nipple seems to sting sending vibrations of pleasure that reverberated throughout her body. Lily felt the pressure on her wrists tighten and relaxed into captor, once more.
The woman’s sharp teeth lightly scrapped a path downward. Her wrists now free, Lily lay prone unable to move past even this moment. Her teeth were a knife being carefully raked across her ribcage…her navel…her hip bone…until…FIRE! Lily sensed rather than felt the women’s movement to her epicenter of pleasure. Mouth, tongue, teeth on her delicate places…moving to the hallow where her thigh met her now pulsating pussy. It was too much. She began to writhe. Fight even for this woman’s touch was unlike any she had known, male or female, igniting desires unformulated and pleasure unmatched. Lily’s soft sighs were now desperate screams and again her thoughts flowed:
Wet…warm like the sea…drowning in a sea of wanting…more…
The woman’s voice floated up to Lily, lilting and birdlike…she was laughing,
“Hush, my sweet…we have only begun.”
More effective than physical restraint, again Lily quieted her struggle although it seemed more of a challenge to comprehend anything apart from her own pleasure.
And now, the lover was upon her lifting and turning her over…nipping her…lengthy licks and sensuous sucking…further down. Lily backed into her lover’s tongue feeling it’s penetration strong and exhilarating, each lick shocking electricity to her core. The build up had been too long and she felt as if her entire body was now alight…glowing hot embers…every touch, every lick, burned and caused her to shrink away. Sensing this the lover, grabbing her hips and ass, pulled her closer and surrendering to her own sensitivity Lily allowed it…with great and unmatched pleasure…
The Lover’s tongue sank deeply into her, without warning or pretense…the effect was: SHATTERING. Lily could only comprehend the tip of her lovers tongue as it darted inside of her…and then out again…landing expertly on her clit and starting a chain reaction of sensations. The searing feeling was quickly overtaken as waves of ecstasy wracked her body. Caught, Lily knew neither time nor space…she was suspended, engulfed and embraced in the revelry that permeated the physical and quickly became purely experiential…
Oh the sensations…she was quivering, as burning heat turned to an icy surge…Lily floated from her orgasm to feel the lover’s body clenched tightly against hers. She was pinned. She stiffened, her instinct for danger instantly triggered but before she could act…Lily opened her eyes, just as…
The lover’s teeth sank deeply into her neck…
White hot liquid seemed to pour from her and it’s release was ecstasy unbridled. Pure. Lily was awash with peace. It seemed impossible, but she felt now the perfect melding of pleasure and pain…desire and satisfaction…The prickly sensitivity that often accompanied arousal and climax dissolved into a simple flowing of ecstasy…
But wait, something was not right. Instead of ebbing away, this feeling was draining…taking everything from her. From far away Lily heard the sick sound of sucking…her energy seeping out of her until only a small trickle remained. Her thoughts became a jumble of the irrational:
What is happening to me? Is this sex? Is this rape? Is this murder? Am I dying…? I cannot…
She could not open her eyes…but a humming came low and deep, sounding like the secret of a dream she would never reveal…it was the lover, murmuring…bidding her goodnight…drifting far, far…father away now…
Lily had gone too far to ever come back.
(The end of Part I).
