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    Erotic hypnosis

    What is the most erogenous zone in the human body? The penis? I don’t think so. I hate to break the news to you guys, but you do realize that the clitoris, as tiny as it is, has more nerve ending receptors than the entire penis. Now add the fact of achieving multiple orgasms to the mix and understand what a bullet vibrator can truly do in the right hands. But I digress. Even the clit is not the most erogenous zone. What is? The brain of course. All other parts of the body are just sensory receivers. The brain is what can create true erotic ecstasy and push someone into blissful oblivion.

    The brain sets mood and feeling, it initiates and envisions sexual fantasy, and it stimulates and prepares the body for pleasure. That’s why for most women foreplay starts well before the moment in question. If you build anticipation over many hours, setting the stage perfectly per say, it is the mind that builds in its overwhelming delight. Not even the magic of my own clit can hold sexual energy that long, and I’m almost constantly horny. So, if you really want to take your partner to the next amazing sexual plateau and experience their sensuality like never before, you need to guide and control their erotic mind.

    When I first met Claire, my girlfriend/mistress, she introduced me to erotic hypnosis and I have loved her even more for it. I love being submissive, but to have someone control my mind and not just my body is absolutely incredibly beyond anything I had imagined in any of my greatest submissive fantasies. Claire wasn't the best at it when we started off, and at first we ended with more giggle-fits than successes. But we were both determined and eventually her control literally began to take hold. Now it's almost as easy as a snap of her fingers to put me under (metaphor intended).

    Hypnosis really works - if you don't believe me go look up all the research on it. The most important point is for those that are to be hypnotized, they must be willing to do so and also stay focused on the guidance when entering trance. When someone says "oh, you can't hypnotize me", well they're right; they won't go under as their mind is already rejecting and resisting the idea. But when you open yourself up to the experience they say most people can indeed be hypnotized.

    To learn to do it right is a long process, and even longer to do it well, but it's certainly one area of erotic arts with the most incredible and exciting benefits. If you want to learn erotic hypnosis I would recommend the three following books as a good start point (as there are a lot of other really, really bad ones out there; more some guy’s mind-control wet dream than an actual resource):

    Mind Play by Mark Wiseman
    Look Into My Eyes by Peter Masters
    The Mind Whisperer by Shane Hill

    Please understand that hypnosis is NOT mind control. Under hypnosis no one can ever be made to do something they do not wish to do, the mind will simply reject the hypnotic suggestion; it's that simple. However, hypnosis can create some pretty amazing sexual encounters on willing subjects. You can satisfy your own personal desires and it can be used in various and exciting ways. This includes:

    1) reduce inhibitions; unleash your partner’s hidden desires. Have them give that amazing lapdance they are too self-conscious to perform
    2) increased sexual arousal; including horniness/sex triggers, hyper-orgasm, prolonged orgasm, enhanced erogenous zones, cum tasting like chocolate, and the classic touchless-orgasm.
    3) sexual control games; including invisible bondage/ropes, body freeze, phantom clothing, invisible observer, and sex puppet
    4) fantasy sex; no longer role-play, instead truly believe what is happening is real. Become a virgin on prom night, a milf seducing the pizza boy, a damsel being ravaged by pirates, or have sex with your favourite celebrity
    5) post-hypnotic suggestions; depending on the individual, these can typically last for a few days at most. Can include all of the above as well as such things as orgasm on command, strip without realizing, and any triggered sex acts your subconscious is willing to perform

    Claire typically puts me under about every third day or so. Often we play sexually while I'm hypnotized. Other times she's just reinforcing my trigger suggestions to make sure they hold and enhancing my ease to continually drop down into deep trance. And of course, once under I'm assuming she's also reinforcing my mind for how much I love hypnosis - it's now a continuous circle of addiction that she has me ensnared in (and I love it).

    And if you have any doubt about how effective hypnosis can be, well she made it possible for me to deepthroat. Yep, I'm very serious, I no longer have a gag reflex. A great party trick as I slide a banana down my throat like sword-swallowing; drives the guys nuts. Of course, now they can still block my windpipe so I do need to come up for air when going down on a guy. But they still love it nonetheless. Now don’t get me wrong, this was damn hard to achieve and it took us over four months of constant hypnosis to make work. But it’s just like breathing; you automatically breathe yet if you think about it you can easily hold your breath. I could still easily gag, but if I think about it I can now relax my throat so I do not; basic mind-body control.

    Also, I have a number of post-hypnotic suggestions that trigger to key words only when spoken by Claire. Besides freezing me at will, the absolutely coolest one is that she can make me strip naked without me realizing I'm even doing it. She's done this to me a few times in the woods to test it out, and one time when I was being a bit too bratty to her she did it at a house party. What a night that was - it was an hour before she let me realize my state of undress. Now anytime we are simply out in public it charges my body with excitement at how much control she has over me. God I love erotic hypnosis.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy

     
      Posted on : Aug 30, 2017 | Comments (9)
     
    Fantasy rape

    So, I have been asked a number of times if I really have a kinky side drawn to monsters and fantasy rape. The simple answer is yes, but that would certainly not be much of a blog entry so let me explain the reasons why as we delve deeper into my erotic, and perverted, mind.

    First off, I am talking about fantasy rape, with the emphasis on fantasy. True rape of a woman is a horrific traumatizing experience that no one should be forced to live with. Instead I am talking to the inner submissive side that most women have in their sexual psyche. To be blunt, men fuck and women are fucked; nothing demeaning in that, it is simply a matter of evolution. To be a little more tactful (yeah, that’s a new one for me), one can also consider that men are the pursuers and women are the pursued. A shy, reserved woman can still have a wonderful and full-roster dating and sex life simply because it is (typically) the man that does all the hunting. It is in our genes (and our jeans, if you know what I mean – kind of a Taming of the Shrew reference there). Yes, there are cougars out there stalking the bars for their young prey, but they are still the exception to the rule.

    So how does this evolve into a monster rape fetish? Well, it’s really not much of a stretch of the imagination (or at least not for a sexually rambunctious imagination like mine). Most women have this submissive surrendering side to them, and it has been researched that many, perhaps most, women harbor at least some rape fantasies. There is a part to evolution that has the woman give themselves to their mate, to be taken as part of the pleasure. Think about any woman that likes it doggie-style. In this sexual position, the woman is completely isolated from intimate contact with her partner; she can not see him or touch him or be close to him. All she feels in the rhythmic thrusting as he drives his shaft into her, with him being in total control of the motion and situation. It is primal in its very essence. And you guys out there better start wondering what your partner is really imagining and dreaming about in these moments as she grips the bed sheets and buries her face in the pillow to muffle her screams.

    Another reference to further this point is romance novels, which happen to be the biggest revenue generator in fictional print. Yet for all the plethora of trashy romance novels out there, they are very formulaic at their root. Yes, they always end with the woman being swept off her feet by the good guy (even though in real life good guys finish last). But always in the middle of the novel they have the romp with the bad boy, and the language used is literally ravishing. The authors won’t ever use the word rape, but the way the heroine succumbs to the bad boy’s desires is pretty obvious. And this is the most popular novel genre for women. There is a very damn good reason romance novels are nicknamed bodice rippers. And notice also how these bodice rippers take place in historical settings; a small step into the fantasy realm for the real-life-vanilla-sex readers.

    So, if you can accept that most women fantasize about being ravished by a tall, dark, and handsome stranger, why not go that extra little inch in imaginative fantasy and have tall, dark, and monstrous. What this adds to the fantasy is plenty. First it removes it even further from its connection to actual rape, which is a good thing. Second, look at what your fantasy ravisher can offer you that a normal man can not; an incredibly huge shaft to be impaled on, ridiculous endurance which takes you well beyond your limit, certain creatures that can take you multiple ways simultaneously, unlimited cum loads (I’m into that) with instant recovery times, the idea that the creatures trigger (chemically, magically, etc) earth-shattering orgasms in you, that they can not control their primal urges simply by your presence alone, and lastly that they have the inhuman strength that leaves you totally helpless to resist them taking you (many being similar to bondage positions, especially when dealing with tentacles). My god, what better sexual fantasy is there for a woman than having her brains totally fucked out?

      

    So, let me embrace my inner-nerd and know that when I am with a guy I frequently imagine that my own love making could reach these wonderfully fantastical heights of erotica. Most of my erotic fiction I had wrote in junior high was of me being alongside Hermione Granger in my own sexually twisted version of Hogwarts – it had it all; monsters galore, spell mishaps, mind control, a disciplining school, practical joking teens, and magical sex toys of the most awesome kind. Who knows, if these opportunities actually existed perhaps I would become Stacy, the Monster Hunter. Of course, how I take the beasts down would be an entirely different story.

    Please dream of me (like I dream of myself),

    Stacy

     
      Posted on : Aug 11, 2017 | Comments (5)
     
    Snapper

    Okay ladies, how’s your snapper? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. Well, kinda. More to the point, I thought for the few ladies on this site (and I’m saddened to say just how few actual women seem to be on this site) I thought I would offer you some personal challenges designed to promote and encourage a wonderfully fulfilling sexual education.

    So, I offer you my Snapper or S.N.A.P.P.E.R. – Stacy’s Nymph Apprentice Performance Program for Enhancing Randiness.

    Essentially this training is to support you wonderful ladies in a structured routine that promotes random acts of horniness. The idea is that you try one new exciting sexual activity each and every day (when appropriate throughout the course of your cycle). You must willingly and fully commit to this program. The point is that each day, not only is the sexual activity novel for you, but that each week the various activities are gradually increased in intensity and total awesomeness. Each day of the week has a different key theme. The final goal is to see just how long you can actually maintain your commitment to my Snapper.

    Solo Sundays – Today you must take care of yourself and find that path to a blissful and amazing orgasm. Each week you must achieve multiple orgasms by both (1) a different sex toy or do-it-yourself object and (2) in a new and different location. Take the time and find the techniques and rhythm that allows you to obtain your greatest sexual heights of ecstasy.

    Mouthful Mondays – Today you must commit to honing your skills in the holiest of great sexual acts: fellatio or cunninglingus. Frequency is critical as you must perform these wonderful sex acts as much as possible; when you wake up in the morning, at lunch, during a coffee break, in the evening, etc. Each week you must focus on increasing duration, frequency, and quality for your partner. And damn right you better savor and swallow with enthusiasm.

    Tied-up Tuesdays – Today, with help, you will explore your kinkier side as you fully give yourself to bound pleasures. You must be restrained in at least two positions for no less than an hour total. All kinds of sexual activities are allowed, and encouraged, during this time. You may start off slow in the first week with such simple things as handcuffs and blindfolds, but each consecutive week you must add to the complexity and immobilization. Learn to enjoy being helpless to someone else’s erotic whim.

    Wicked Wednesdays – Today you will focus on one of my favorite sexual niches: spankings. Commitment to this training will allow you to fully explore and enjoy the subtle and amazing orgasmic edge that lies between the pleasure/pain barrier of a great spanking. Obviously you will start out with some simple over-the-knee opened-palmed spankings, before moving on to more intense situations and implements. You will focus on building both your endurance and pleasure. This program is progressive: each consecutive session must have at least twenty percent more spankings than the previous.

    Thumping Thursdays – Today is all about having your brains thoroughly fucked out. We’re talking eye-rolling, headboard-pounding, sweat-pouring, total orgasmic intercourse. The focus here is not only duration, frequency, and intensity, but also position and location. Each and every sexual act of these days must entail (1) a different or modified position as well as (2) a novel location. Obviously you will start with every corner of your house or apartment, but very soon you will need to explore other more risky places.

    Film-class Fridays – Today you will document your training. You will cycle through all your favorite activities, including masturbation, oral, intercourse, exhibitionism, bondage, spankings, stripteases, etc., and for each and every moment you will capture these experiences on film and photo. Organize and grow your personal collection of erotica, as you learn to enjoy being center stage as your own private little porn star. You should also focus on the quality of the filming, and even script and act out stories and fantasies on film.

    Show-off Saturdays – Today you will expose yourself to the world. Your style of dress attire must be provocative and sexy, and under no circumstances is it to include bra or panties. Each week is progressive, where you will increase the number of “accidental” voyeur exposures or direct flashings (or even streaking) by at least three more individuals catching you (and the number can never go down). No doubt you will start off with distant and minor flashing, but before long you must build this up so that strangers are getting a very clear and lasting look at you.

    So ladies, do you think you have what it takes to undergo my Snapper? The program is designed to last 69 days (of course). If you are successful, then completion will be its own reward and you will certainly thank me for it. At this stage you would then be ready to move on to some of my more specialized programs:

    Snatch - Stacy's Nymph Advanced Training for Conditioned Horniness
    Slit - Stacy's Lesbian Intensive Training
    Pussy - Programming for Unrelenting Sexual Spanking Yearnings
    Beaver - Beginners Encouragement for Accepting Voyeur and Exhibitionist Release

    And if you get through all of those programs, then perhaps you are ready for the guidance of a true master, my loving girlfriend and mistress Claire. Here’s what she would put you through:

    Camel Toe - Claire's Advanced Masturbation, Exhibitionist and Lesbian Training for Orgasm Enthusiasts
    Clit - Claire's Leadership Induction Training
    Cunt - Claire's Ultimate Nymph Training

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy

     
      Posted on : Jul 6, 2017 | Comments (4)
     
    Lesbian seduction

    I'm such a horrible person. I knew better, but I just couldn't help myself. For a year now I've been obsessing about Julianna; you know the saying - you always want what you can't have. So when the opportunity came up I jumped at it (and literally jumped Jules). But I'm such a terrible person for seducing her on the rebound. Yeah, her total jackass of a boyfriend had been cheating on her. When she found out she took it extremely hard. As a friend I was completely there for her. As a total horny nymph I just couldn't help myself. So, I just had to share what happened...

    As I mentioned, I've had the hots for Jules for this last year. She is (was) as straight as the come, but my flirtatious nature just couldn't resist teasing and taunting her. She took it all in stride, always laughing it off. I've been calling her Jules instead of Julianna for a while now. I told her it's because Jules sounds like jewels, and that she is a diamond in the rough - that there is a hidden lesbian deep inside her just dying to come out and play.

    So a few weeks ago she found out her asshole boyfriend had been cheating on her, which is just stupid as hell considering how great she is. All her friends have been there to support her, including myself. I really didn't intend to take advantage of the situation or her vulnerability. I was sincere when I offered that her and I should get away and go backpacking. She thought that was a good idea, and so we headed out for two nights. Where the season is just starting to get into full swing, and that it was during the middle of the week that we went, we had the trails and tent sites largely to ourselves.

    At the car Jules had joked to me about my exhibitionist streak and if I was going to hike naked. That's all the meagre encouragement I ever need. I stripped off my clothes, took the rest out of my pack and left them all in the car. Jules thought that this was hilarious and that I was totally crazy. I encouraged her to do the same, but she wouldn't. (And yes, we encountered five other hikers during this time. I had fun). Also, I did finally convince her to go skinny dipping with me on the second day.

    First night we were tired from the hike, and after setting up our tent we pretty much just relaxed and then crashed out. The next day we did some hiking from our site, and some skinny dipping as mentioned. By the evening is when things started to become real interesting. We both had each brought a bottle of red wine in our packs, and I also brought a bottle of Glayva (my favorite). During supper we started to drink and by the evening had a great buzz going. We talked, gossiped, and naturally trashed her ex-boyfriend like nobody's business, and I do think this was very cathartic for Jules. But it also did put her in an emotionally vulnerable, and drunken, state.

      

    My flirtatious nature is simply always present. I really didn't intent to seduce Jules, I was not trying to be malicious. She had enough to deal with already. But slowly I felt my teases and sexual energies gaining traction and perking her interest. She had never joked back to me, so when she started (very subtlety) I was quick to notice. And so after probably at least an hour of teasing and sexual tension, we eventually found ourselves in our tent. When Jules said that she just wanted to forget all about her jerk-ex, I promised that I could indeed do that for her.

    The first kiss was electric, that's the only way I can describe it. Having sex with Jules was beyond incredible, even though the sex was just okay. It sounds like an oxymoron but it is true. I've yearned after Jules for so long, so it was just so wonderful to finally be with her. But the sex itself was actually quite below standard. Jules was just so nervous and reserved, which was natural. We kissed and made out forever, both our hands exploring each other's bodies. Jules even fingered me a few times. But she wouldn't commit to oral sex. She did allow me to go down on her, which was so much fun, but then after Jules orgasmed I knew there would be no way that she was going to reciprocate. However, she did watch with interest as I then finally brought myself to climax (twice).

    I had already known this was going to be a one-night stand; I was under no illusion about that. I guess in the end I'm really pleased that this didn't ruin our friendship. The next morning we had "the talk". Jules told me how she really valued me as a friend, and she was thankful that I have been there for her during this tough time, but that she just isn't interested in a lesbian relationship and that last night was about needing comfort. In the end she actually thanked me for it! But I still feel like a horrible person for catching her on the rebound, which this feeling is in direct conflict with the sexual satisfaction I got from this camping trip overall.

    Please dream of me (and Jules),

    Stacy

     
      Posted on : Jun 19, 2017 | Comments (0)
     
    Q&A part 5

    Like I mentioned in part one of this question and answer series, the things I talk about here pretty much represent my “best of the best” moments. Most days, sex for me is “average”; yes some bondage play, spanking, and erotic hypnosis, but often simply in a bedroom with a single partner or just by myself. But over the years I have indeed managed to pull off some real interesting situations. So, enjoy my last entry in this Q&A series.

    Q: What’s the most embarrassing thing you ever did?

    A: I’m a real exhibitionist so it’s hard for me to get embarrassed. However, back in grade ten my boyfriend came over after school and had me naked and tied up on my pool table down in our rec room. He freaked and bolted when he heard a car pull into the driveway. My parents found me and had to untie me. The next day was the first time in my life I actually kneed a guy in the nuts.

    Q: What’s the craziest thing you have ever done?

    A: Okay, this one is really bad, even for me. My last boyfriend during high school, his parents had me over for a weekend and they actually took me to church with them. The minister was going on and on about sin and redemption (falling of deaf ears here), and so I excused myself to go to the bathroom. On the way back I found the door to the balcony closed but unlocked (was being painted). Still can’t believe I did this, but I went up and in the middle of the balcony, clearly seen by the minister but by no one else, I did a quick but complete strip tease. I smiled and waved, fully naked, at his bright red face as he struggled to go on with his sermon. After the service he had come over to talk to me and I discovered his red face was not embarrassment but total anger. He went off on me for ‘desecrating the house of god’, and some eternal damnation stuff.  Even back then I actually knew I had taken it too far and I really did feel bad and hurt for what I did.

    Q: If you’re such this brat you claim, what’s the worst thing you’ve done?

    A: My first boyfriend convinced me to do this, and even for me this is one of legend. I collected and froze over a dozen of his cum loads, then thawing them slightly, mixed them into a homemade ice-cream cake. Served this to my friends during my all-girl birthday slumber party I had. I kept joking the entire night that it tasted so good because I used double-cream to make it (and of course I had a piece, duh). Confessed to it later that night when we played truth or dare; three girls stormed out and refused to ever talk to me again, but it was so worth it.

    Q: Where’s the wildest place you’ve had sex?

    A: Well, I’ve done the “usual” – woods, library, movie theatre, hotel swimming pool, airplane (woo hoo, mile high club), department store change room, museum, amusement park, back of a fire truck, wagon ride, and my high school locker room to name of few. But for the wildest place? Okay, I’ll break it down into categories. Intercourse – upskirt from behind on a fully crowded dance floor of a bar. Blowjob – under the table at my high school prom banquet. Masturbation – on a dare, under my skirt mounted the stick shift of those little toy car rides in the food court of a shopping mall. Lesbian – Claire had me flashing when we were picked up by the police, we began having sex in the back of the police car (the two officers pulled over to a vacant parking lot and watched us, then let us off with a warning for the indecent exposure call). 69 – hanging upside down, wearing a skirt, from the monkey bars in a playground, quiet all around but still middle of the day. Spanking – my 21st birthday party where Claire ensured that every guest had their due turn with my bottom at least once. Bondage – afterhours in an exercise gym, tied standing and spread eagle to the cable crossover machine with the full mirror in front of me to watch as I got oiled up, spanked, tickled, played with and impaled from behind. Exhibitionism – Halloween night out on the streets and later at a party, dressed as X-men’s Mystique but the costume was completely makeup and not a stitch of clothes. Nudism – bought a thong string bikini for a family vacation to Jamaica and after initial fight with my parents I flat out refused to wear its top while at the beach, poolside, or walking around the resort. (Okay, some of these turned out not be sex strictly speaking, but they are still my wildest places nonetheless.)

    Q: What is your number one fetish?

    A: You’re asking a spanking-loving lesbian exhibitionist what her favourite fetish is? Now there is a difficult question for a nymph like me. I thought hard on this one, but I think I can narrow it down to two primary obsessions I have; bare pussy and cum. Those would be the two that I can’t ever seem to get out of my mind. Why that is, I’m not exactly sure but they both drive me absolutely nuts. I love the look and feel of a perfectly smooth pussy; my own gets wet just thinking about them. I could nuzzle my face in them all day long if given a chance. And I know why cum is so addictive for me; so many sexual acts can be drawn out to marathon status, but when a man cums it’s so finite and quick. The best I can manage is to play with the cum in my mouth for a few minutes at most. Such a short tease, it makes me crave more. (Plus I really am turned on by the taste.)

    Q: Do you have any really weird kinks?

    A: I just love this site, where else I can state all my interests in my profile and people don’t see those as weird kinks; love ya all. But yes, I do have a weird one. Claire calls it my pussy-scalping. As I’ve stated before, I’ve always kept my pussy totally bare, and I do like the same with the women I’ve been with. But I kind of find pubic hair ‘interesting’ in a weird sort of way. So, I do like to shave women’s pussies, it’s fun. I first trim all their pussy hair off using grooming scissors before I shave them. What most don’t know is that I have collected and kept their hair. I have those round metal mini-collecting tins with the clear plastic tops, each holding a batch of girl’s pubic hair, and their names on the bottom of each. Of the eight women I’ve had sex with, I’ve shaved five of them (a few more than once). Plus I helped two girls shave in university residence (non-sexual for them, not for me). So my personal pussy-scalping collection is quite nice, but I’m still hunting for a natural fiery redhead to round off the collection.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy 

     
      Posted on : Apr 17, 2017 | Comments (3)
     
    Q&A part 4

    Q: Have you ever been spanked for actual discipline?

    A: Actually I can’t really say for certain. In mid-elementary my older cousin, Kirsten, would often babysit me, especially during the summer breaks. It started off first only as a quick slap on my rump but eventually evolved to full blown bare-bottomed, over the knee extended spankings. I never told my parents, and even to this day I can not tell you if it was some kind of sexual perversion for Kirsten or rather an authentic and honest, albeit odd, means of discipline for her. What I do know is, even though I had yet to associate sex with this, I certainly found it fun and ensured my bratty attitude gave her many the excuse. I suppose if I over-analyze it too much perhaps these events were pivotal in shaping me to have such a strong sexually submissive disposition.

    Q: Do you have any unfulfilled fantasies?

    A: Most of my unfulfilled fantasies are impossible to achieve. My biggest fantasy, in all of its derivations, is to have had an identical twin sister that is as much a dom as I am a sub. It’s my only incest fantasy, but never to happen since I do not even have a sister let alone an identical twin. It’s like dreaming what it would be like to basically have sex with myself. Another fantasy falls more to my nerd side, as I wish ghosts actually existed and I imagine having a ghost take me every night, wrapping my bed sheets around my wrists and ankles as it spreads me and pounds an invisible ice-cold shaft deep inside me. I also fantasize about both abductions and blackmail, but this is actually just a fantasy and not an actual desire wanting to be played out (role play most certainly, but not in actuality). I guess, however, I would have one unfulfilled but possible fantasy; bukkake. To be in the situation where say fifty men take turns filling my mouth to the absolute brim with cum, swallowing load after load. Now that would be a fun experience to check off my bucket list. And I guess I do have smaller unfulfilled fantasies such as being made to go through an actual strip search at an airport or border security.

    Q: Have you ever been forced to have sex?

    A: No, and I’m thankful for that. For me fantasy rape is just that, fantasy. I love being submissive, but it is still my choice and I want the say of when, who, and where I surrender myself. There was only one time I was forced to do something sexual, and looking back it really wasn’t that bad. My younger brother, by three years, had me strip completely naked in front of nine of his friends. I had just got him in a lot trouble with our parents and we were fighting hard. He stole my diary, which had many things that my parents would have killed me for if they found out about, and so he blackmailed me with it to get back at me. I was kept in the basement with them all afternoon as they played video games and made me dance. No overt sexual acts and no touching at all; my brother was being a total asshole but he wouldn’t have dreamed of letting them go that far.

    Q: Have you ever been arrested for sex in public?

    A: No, never got caught having sex in public (by the police, others yes). But I have been arrested for indecent exposure. I’m now getting a good feel about how long I can flash, streak, or expose myself before the police will eventually come around, but not always the case. I had pushed it too far one time when I tried to rollerblade naked the full length of the Stanley Park seawall. Hey, I at least made it half way, plus they still had to chase me.

    Q: What costumes to you have?

    A: My inner-nerd has come to love cosplay. Halloween is the most sacred of holidays for me. I’m a total shopaholic not only for sexy clothes and lingerie, but costumes also. Many I’ve barely worn, but all I have worn at least once during sex. To this list please naturally add words such as sexy, naughty, scandalous, half-naked, etc to their names in order to properly reflect the wonderful attire of the costumes. Skirts are ridiculously too short, fabrics wonderfully too thin, tops that barely cover my breasts, and overall body-hugging camel-toe-inducing tight costumes. I’m sure I’m going to miss a few, but I own the following: Alice & Jill Valentine (Resident Evil), Alice & the Red Queen, barbarian slave, Batgirl (with sex-tool utility belt), Black Widow, catholic schoolgirl, Catwoman, Chun-Li & Cammy (Street Fighter), Daenerys Targaryen, Daisy Duke, Daphne Blake (Scooby-Doo), elf druid, elf priestess, elf slave, elf sorceress, elf warrior, fairy/sprite, french maid, futuristic slave, genie, generic Jedi, goth vampire, harem slave, Harley Quinn, Hermione Granger, Jessie (Toy Story), Lara Croft, Little Red Riding Hood, Morrigan Aensland, Mystique (prosthetics and makeup only), nurse, Nurse Chapel (Star Trek), pink Power Ranger, pirate slave, Poison Ivy, Princess Leia sheer white dress, Princess Leia slave dress, roman slave, Sailor Moon, Selene (Underworld), Snow White, Sonya Blade (Mortal Kombat), space marine, steampunk pilot, succubus, Sue Storm (Fantastic Four, transparent blue costume), Supergirl, Tinkerbell, valkyrie, Violet Parr, water nymph, Wonder Woman, woods nymph, Xena & Gabrielle.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy 

     
      Posted on : Apr 5, 2017 | Comments (2)
     
    Q&A part 3

    Q: You’re so gorgeous and kinky, ever consider becoming a porn star?

    A: No. I won’t even release my amateur videos on the net. I don’t have a problem with the concept / morality of being a porn star (kinda a fun fantasy) but even I simply have my limits. Now on the other hand, becoming a stripper is something I have seriously considered a few times. The money I hear is great, trying to take pics or vids gets the customers killed, and it would just be a really, really fun time. We have two decent strip clubs here in the city and I have entered amateur night seven times, wining four of those. And every time there I was approached about possibly stripping on a regular basis. I don’t think I actually will, but you never know.

    Q: Have you ever had sex with older or married men?

    A: Not very often. In second year university I had one of my chem profs that I seduced into an “exchange of services” – an A+ for a blowjob (already had an A-). And for the longest time I tried to seduce my family doctor. Any appointment I would almost insist on a full physical and would completely strip at even a hint of needing to remove clothes. I would always sit on the exam table with my legs slightly apart and be very reluctant to get dressed again. I think he really liked it, but I never got anything out of him. And going even further back I had a huge crush on one my friend’s dad, but that never went past a deep fantasy as I was too nervous back then (yes, there was I time I was nervous about sex, try not to die from shock).

    Q: What belt do you have in MMA?

    A: Blue belt in brazilian jiu jitsu. I started BJJ over three and a half years ago, and muay thai two years ago, and I’m really into it. Not too much sexual there, although I do love wrapping my legs around my opponent in BJJ open roll, especially for a submission arm lock where their upper arm rests against my pussy. As for my other hobbies, I did varsity and junior varsity volleyball in high school, but I’m not nearly good enough for the university team, yet I still love beach volleyball (also love the norm of butt spanking in women’s beach v-ball). I did modern dance and jazz since age ten, and I’ve recently done some intro burlesque classes for fun. I was very heavily involved in gymnastics since age five, and was an instructor all through high school, but now I’m not doing anything with it at all. And yes, I can do the full splits, and yes it comes in real handy during sex, especially if bondage is involved.

    Q: Where do you get all your great gallery pictures?

    A: So I have this friend. And when I say friend, I mean he is a “really nice guy” who honestly is so deep in the friend-zone he might as well be my brother. Where I have no sexual interest in him, I know I’m being such a total brat how much I flirt and tease him, but it’s just so much fun seeing his reactions. Anyway, I digress. So my friend Scott has often bragged about being a porn connoisseur, so I finally took him up on my challenge. I tell him what kind of pictures (and videos) I’m interested in and he finds them for me. I drive him nuts because I still reject well over two-thirds of the stuff he finds, so I really make him work for it. The exceptions are my Katya Clover galleries; I’m just so in love with her so these are ones I actually take the time to find.

    Q: If you’re so horny, do you do anything during your period?

    A: Kind of a neat thing for me. My birth control is an IUD; the doctor explained that the meds that come with the device will typically stop women’s cycles in about half the population. I’m one of them, yeah! I haven’t had a period since I was sixteen; I’m good to go, and very horny, every day of the week pretty much nonstop.

    Q: Your profile description is great and you look awesome, you’re so perfect.

    A: I know this is not a question, but I’ve had enough fans say something along these lines that I wanted to weigh in. I am not perfect. Physically, although I’m athletic and in great shape, I think it makes my shoulders and hips too boney. Also, although I love the perkiness of my breasts I wish they were a cup size larger. And mentally, some people consider me a mess. Just read my profile and think about it. I’m too horny to stay satisfied for long, I’m too rebellious not to get in trouble and embarrass those around me, and I’m way too bratty even for my own good and many people just tire of it. I’m sure a shrink could make a fortune off of all my issues and neuroses. Although my selfish attitude appreciates the praise, trust me I’m not perfect.

    Q: Is there anything about sex you’re not into?

    A: Actually quite a lot; sorry to end this entry on a downer. Vulgar language is a huge no-go for me. Although I love being used and controlled, this is more of a submissive pet or sex-toy kind of thing. I won’t ever talk to someone again if they use any of those horrible derogatory terms labelled and thrust on women (you know all the ones). I just hate that double standard where highly sexually-active men are thought of positively as studs, stallions, and ladies’ men (never understood that label), whereas the same promiscuousness in women gives us all these terrible names. Besides that, I’m also not into any pain or humiliation at all. Bondage and spanking for me are about submission rather than trying to hurt someone. When I’m taken across the knee there should be a hard sting that is just almost bearable, but still in that threshold edge, and not trying to torture me with welts. I’m not into anal sex either. I guess it could make sense for gay men and stimulating their prostrates, or for porn wanting to film a woman having double penetration, or perhaps just as a kink thing. But for me (I did try it twice), it just doesn’t do anything at all. And lastly I’m certainly never into being the dominate one in a relationship or in sex. I do like to have a say and let the other know how horny I am, and if I’m in the mood for something particular, but I certainly want a firm hand to lead me. Being submissive does not mean I lose my voice or stop becoming a person. When my partners understand this then (I believe) they can have some amazing experiences playing with me.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy

     
      Posted on : Mar 27, 2017 | Comments (1)
     
    Q&A part 2

    Q: How often do you masturbate?

    A: If I do not get sex that day, typically twice a day (it’s certainly a part of my getting up routine in the morning). Occasionally it can be up to four or five times if I’m real lazy and stay at home all day. I’m very serious when I say that I truly believe my libido could be clinically and medically diagnosed as being abnormally extremely high. Most days I feel like I could easily break the Guinness Book of World Records. And I know all this horniness must just sound so awesome, but honestly sometimes it’s a real curse; even as randy as guys are, I have ruined of few relationships by constantly being so horny, and thus to a degree hard to satisfy. That’s just another reason Claire is so wonderful; she has no problem with my other sexual escapades and partners. Heck, some days when I’m driving her nuts with my excessive horniness, she kicks me out of our apartment and sends me off to one of my other friends-with-benefits.

    Q: Were you ever caught masturbating?

    A: Probably about a dozen times. Actually, considering my high frequency and the various locations, I’m really shocked it’s not higher. Claire walks in on me all the time, but that really doesn’t count as I never even think of bothering to hide it from her. Back when I lived at home, my younger brother accidently found me a few times masturbating afterschool, as our only computer was in the den; that was embarrassing. In my first year residence, my roommate caught me three or four times. Plus I’m fairly certain that with the number of times I secretly masturbated under my sheets late at night that she no doubt must have been awake for a few and realized what I was doing. The very first time I was ever caught was when I was babysitting. I honestly thought the kids were sound asleep; I got bored and so in the living room I did a strip tease and then played with myself, including tasting myself. I don’t know how long the boy was at the top of the steps as I only noticed him once I turned around to put my shorts back on. I was so embarrassed I never did say anything to him about it. As for strangers, I was caught at a public swimming pool in the hot tub; I had my bikini bottom to the side and was using one the water jets to get me off. He couldn’t see anything, but I realized the guy figured out what I was up to. I was also caught with my hands down my pants in a movie theatre (doing it for my boyfriend), from the guy a row behind us, and I was also caught in the university library where he saw the whole thing as I had my skirt up around my waist. And finally three times people came across Claire and I while she had me in the woods stripping and masturbating. If you like the rush of risky places for masturbating like I do then you just have to accept that you will get caught once and a while.

    Q: Have you ever filmed yourself masturbating?

    A: Oh my god yes. I just love taking pics and videos of myself; it’s like major flirting while no one is with me. I have a ton of both pics and videos with me doing all kinds of stuff from sexy strip teases, to masturbation, to flashing in public, to close ups of me giving oral sex to both guys and some girls. Although most, but certainly not all, are legal age (about 70:30) I’m still never planning to post any of them, so please don’t beg for them; it’s not going to happen – ever. “Flashing is temporary, but the internet lasts forever” – I want a professional career; I’m not having these things come back to haunt me. (I can live with a few of my pics for my avatar and the like being shown as jerk ex-boyfriends already leaked those out along with a few others, but I’m not giving the world new content of me, especially any of a true sexual nature or acts.)

    Q: Have you ever put things in your pussy to masturbate with?

    A: Oh god yes – my fingers (duh), vibrators and dildos (obviously), vibrating sex eggs, my sybian (birthday gift form Claire), actual body massage wand, wine bottle, beer bottle, hairbrush handle, flute (yeah, American Pie style), candlestick, cucumber, zucchini, banana, corn on the cob, grapes, polished wooden hiking stick, tapered bedpost, wooden drumstick, car stick shift, whip cream nozzle (fired off inside me), Harry Potter toy wand, ribbed handle of a katana, glass marbles, pool cue, toy police billy-stick, barbie doll head (don’t ask, boyfriend wanted to watch), toy lightsaber, garden hose (running), ice cubes, popsicle, rock candy stick*, lollipop*, jumbo candy cane*, an old fashioned flip phone (vibrate mode), mini flashlight, glowstick, pearl necklace, my panties, friend’s panties, and pretty much anything else I could ever think of to play with. It’s kind of like a challenge for me to find new things to impale myself with – any fan suggestions? (* - licked, ate, and sucked on them during and after).

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy 

     
      Posted on : Mar 20, 2017 | Comments (4)
     
    Q&A part 1

    I have had a number of fans e-mail me a wide variety of questions. I thought it would be neat to answer some of these in my blog. Kind of makes me feel a bit like a bratty celebrity being interviewed. Now please keep in mind that I have been sexually active for over eleven years now; so even though I’ve managed to do some really great stuff, understand that most of this here represents my best moments. Honestly, even though I’m highly sexual, most of my days and acts of sex are “normal”. Most times I’ve had sex in a bedroom, most times I simply masturbate with my fingers or vibrator, and most days I’m not flashing the world (although I do like to think I dress sexy most days). But as I went through these questions I realized they ended up representing, for the most part, my best of my best. Enjoy.

    Q: How many sexual partners have you had?

    A: Women, that’s easy; eight. Although I’m currently just busting my ass trying to seduce my friend Julianna, but she just laughs off all my flirting and stays straight. And these are the eight that I have had oral sex with; there have been a few others that I have made out with at parties and bars, but nothing serious. Men, the number is a bit more difficult to nail down (pun intended), but I think it’s around thirty five. Keep in mind I was sexually active from an early age, so it’s not like I simply jump any guy that hits on me (though I have had a few one-night stands, but I’ve always called the shots in these). Think about it, this averages less than one girl a year and around three men; nothing over the top in that at all.

    Q: Have you ever been in love?

    A: Yes, three times actually. And I mean true love; that heart-wrenching, soul-filling, life-altering sense when you are intimately connected to an amazing soul-mate. Claire, my current girlfriend, and I are truly in love with each other. I had also fallen in love with my very first girlfriend, Sophie. But her family moved away and we just couldn’t hold our relationship together even as much as we tried. It eventually faded and fizzled more than ended. And my third love was Chris. He was great and we were awesome together. But that one ended badly; even as much as he tried he just couldn’t accept my flirtatious and promiscuous nature. I understood and even forgave him when he dumped me, but by god did it hurt like hell.

    Q: Do you have an ideal dream guy?

    A: I just melt (certainly get wet) for the alpha-males. Give me great buffed pecs and solid biceps and I’ll be on me knees in a heartbeat (and mouth opened). You know the old saying; tall, dark and handsome, just make sure that they can easily lift me up and impale me onto their shaft. And yeah, I seem to be a sucker for jerks too, go figure. Recently however I started to get more into the refined, stylish kind of gentleman, though finding these at a university are as rare as virgins in a sorority. So if you want me to jump your bones, be handsome, have a buff rugby body presented in a great suit, and be dashing and suave (oh, and why not be rich also). I guess my dream guy would be Daniel Craig’s James Bond in Casino Royale.

    Q: When did you lose your virginity?

    A: Even for me, this is an interesting story. I was twelve. My best friend and I had gone to summer camp. She convinced me to sneak off and go skinny dipping with her. We were caught by a camp counsellor. The negotiations for the return of our clothes progressively got more and more out of hand. My best friend watched it all. (I ended up having sex with him another three times that week; twice in the woods and once in an empty cabin. And so my favourite pastime began.)

    Q: What’s your favourite sex position?

    A: Impossible, simply impossible to answer; I love them all for all different reasons. Even the classic missionary position has its place when I want a more intimate slow loving embrace. When I need to burn off some serious energy nothing like cowgirl position to get the blood pumping. My submissive side loves doggie style where I can bury my face in the pillows as the man relentlessly rides me from behind. Up against the wall for some passionate love making. Standing taking it from behind in the shower. Bend over a tree stump in the woods. Some Karma Sutra positions to add spice. Oh, god is there really such a thing as a bad position? Love them, love them all. But perhaps I do have a favourite because of its rarity; being spit-roasted. Its rare (even for me) because it takes two guys with me bent over between them; one grabs my hips and rides me from behind while the other I take in my mouth as he locks his hands behind my head. If they have good rhythm they stand still and simply rock me back and forth; as one withdraws the other impales. Awesome. And it only gets better if it happens to be in the woods/outside and with my hands cuffed/bound behind my back.

    Q: Do you always keep your pussy shaved?

    A: I hate the idea of pubic hair on a girl; always kept mine shaved from day one. Two years ago I finished having electrolysis done (also to my armpits and legs), so I no longer will ever have hair grow down there; just beautifully smooth for the rest of my life. And for any other ladies interested, electrolysis, although a longer process, is much more effective and permanent than laser hair removal. (Also, I feel guys are meant to be rough muscular alpha males so hair is needed on them, but girls are the delicate beauties counter to their beast.)

    Q: Your collar in your profile pic looks so hot, is it real?

    A: Yes, it’s a quarter-inch titanium slave collar; just absolutely beautiful. It’s two solid pieces joined on the underside by a flush rivet hinge, damn near seamless and impossible to see, and the other ends overlap and join on the underside with a small allen-key screw. The hole for the screw is very hard to spot and so for the most part the collar looks like one solid fused ring, and once locked in place it is strong as hell. Nowadays I almost never take it off and so have seriously thought about soldering the screw hole permanently smooth, however I do need it off occasionally for such things as free roll at MMA so I probably won’t. For most people it typically passes as just jewellery, but it does get more noticed in yoga class, at the gym or with my bikini at the beach. In addition to being able to attach such things as a leash for play, I do have a butterfly pendant that attaches to it when I need to dress it up more formally. And the allen screw is a specialty fitting head and Claire keeps the key, so I need permission anytime I might want it off.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy 

     
      Posted on : Mar 13, 2017 | Comments (1)
     
    Deed of sexual ownership

    So when Claire and I moved in together last summer, a year and a half ago, I really wanted to solidify our loving relationship. I came up with the concept and wrote this Deed of Sexual Ownership. She loved the idea and we immediately set about planning a small gathering and ceremony to formalize our arrangement. I really can not tell you how legally binding it might be, if any, but here is the deed we signed off on:

    Deed of Sexual Ownership

    I, [my full signature], Stacy xxxxxx, of sound mind and body, and of my own free will and volition hereby wholly and wilfully surrender all sexual freedoms and yield complete control of my sexual conduct to the directives and supervision of [Claire’s full signature], Claire xxxxxxxxx (now referred to within this binding document as mistress).

    [my initials] I will submit to the complete control and guidance from my mistress, for which all actions are immediately binding upon instruction, for any and all sexual activities. These include, but are by no means limited to, intercourse, oral sex, opposite and same-gender sex, group sex, masturbation, machine sex, exhibitionism, public exposure, public nudity, public sex, bondage, bondage sex, sexual discipline, captivity, erotic hypnosis, sexual role-play, voyeurism, sexual denials, and/or video and photo recordings of any sexual act. There are no conditions or exemptions in place whatsoever as to limit the location, time, duration, or any other matter affecting the immediate event, either prior, during, or after the fact.

    [my initials] This Deed of Sexual Ownership remains in effect until such time as only my mistress sees fit to terminate the agreement. Termination of this deed must be submitted in writing and in no case shall assumptions be made about any possible termination prior to such delivery of notice. This deed will still be in effect for 30 days after said notice, and such notice of termination can be revoked and withdrawn, without reason, by my mistress during this time.

    [my initials] I will not in any means or manner whatsoever attempt to undermine my mistress’s control or instruction, either through action or inaction, on my part or that of influencing others, and nor will I attempt to actively manipulate or reinterpret any directive in such a manner as to alter the context or understanding from my mistress’s original wishes and intention.

    [my initials] My mistress will have the final say in all matters sexual. This includes the selection of any and all sexual partners. Although I am free to engage in and initiate sexual encounters of my choosing, my mistress has the right to terminate any, at any time, for whatever reason she sees fit. Likewise, my mistress can select sexual partners for me as she sees fit with impunity and without consultation with me, regardless of context, cause, number, duration, reason, or gender of said sexual partners.

    [my initials] My mistress can designate any number of individuals as subordinate masters or sub-mistresses to this Deed of Sexual Ownership. They can be given any controls, rights, and responsibilities as my mistress sees fit to grant and such authority will be held indefinitely until directed otherwise by my mistress. My mistress’s position within this deed is grandfathered and by no means, instruction, or action can any subordinate master or sub-mistress compromise or alter this in any way. My mistress solely holds the supreme decision-making control in all matters considered under this deed and my mistress can not relinquish this power in any way or means, other than a full formal transfer of ownership or complete termination of this agreement.

    [my initials] All revenues generated from any sexual endeavour that my mistress instructs or I undertake by myself in any other way will immediately become the sole property of my mistress. Such activities can include, but are not limited to, revenues generated from erotic writing, online chat and webcam sites, strip clubs, nude modeling, escort services, or any possible connections to both the amateur and the professional pornographic industry.

    [my initials] At any time, my mistress can transfer this Deed of Sexual Ownership to any third-party individuals as she sees fit. This transfer of ownership can be, at my mistress’s discretion, set for a specific duration of time, upon which any and all rights and privileges immediately and automatically revert back to my mistress, or be set indefinitely. Any and all revenues generated by such a transfer of ownership become the immediate possession of my mistress and cause the transfer to become binding.

    [my initials] My mistress has the sole right to append and amend this Deed of Sexual Ownership in any manner as she sees fit, without any prior consultation or notice. All modifications and appendices take immediate effect. There is no recourse to dispute any amendments or appendices, and all modifications are final until such a time as my mistress sees fit to make any additional alterations.

    I hereby agree to all the terms and conditions laid out in this Deed of Sexual Ownership and I will follow these decrees unwaveringly and with the deepest conviction of my heart to the absolute letter of the law.

    [my full signature]

    [signed date]

    Stacy xxxxxx

    newly minted sex-slave

    [Claire’s full signature]

    [signed date]

    Claire xxxxxxxxx

    Mistress

    Witnessed by

    [signature of six friends in attendance]

    At the gathering we had three copies signed. Claire keeps one in her memory album she has of me, one is actually kept in her safety deposit box where she also keeps digital copies of all my video recordings and photographs I have taken of myself over the years (among other stuff), and the last signed copy is framed and mounted in the entrance way of our apartment. Yeah, anyone that actually visits our place has no illusion about the two of us or our relationship.

    Claire has never bothered to change any clauses within the deed, and although it is written in it, she never has given anyone any master authority over me, even in the slightest. And I’m pretty sure she would never sell me, and if she did I could only image what the asking price would have to be. I think it’s pretty damn fun to say the least.

    And it was at this little ceremony when Claire surprised me with a beautiful gift: my titanium slave collar. I guess this has sort of become an unofficial wedding ring to symbolize our little loving arrangement. Just another reason why the collar means so much to me and why I almost never take it off.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy

     
      Posted on : Feb 27, 2017 | Comments (2)
     
    A true flirt

    So I love wearing sexy and revealing clothes, that should go without saying. I have a huge wardrobe of hot clothes; small skirts that can be mistaken for large belts, summer dresses, short shorts, tight jeans, yoga pants, thin blouses, revealing tank tops, shirts with upper button holes sewn shut, rain inappropriate t-shirts, and tons of other stuff. I spend way too much money on clothes, lingerie, and cosplay costumes.

    Now I’m not often into t-shirts with sayings, as they usually don’t do much for me. However, I do have one that I just love to wear, especially when I work at the bar. Of course I go braless, so that obviously helps gain attention (and tips), but the saying definitely turns heads. It reads:

    “If you lend me your girlfriend, I’ll let you watch” (followed by the graphic of a red lipstick kiss)

    Isn’t it just a perfect tease and flirt? Now what does it actually say – not much, really. I could be asking your girlfriend in help taking out the garbage or something so completely non-sexual. But, what it implies is awesome. In one simple phrase so many sexual images are infused and suggestive to anyone’s dirty mind: wild sex, lesbians, exhibitionism, voyeur, possibly the hint at group sex, and even a slight reference to submission in the choice of the word “lend”.

    Working the bar, this t-shirt really helps with the tips. My personality clearly plays up to it as well. As guys will obviously try to make passes on me, this t-shirt gives them plenty of opportunity for an opening line. Most come-ons are pretty lame really, but every now and then there are some good ones (go ahead, what line would you use??). And it’s always great the few times it’s the girlfriend herself that tries to make the pass.

    Typically the guy makes some crude comment and his girlfriend hits him on his shoulder. But I love watching the girl’s expression during the come-on. I believe, with my experience, that I can often tell when the thought is actually a turn-on for the girlfriend. Now sometimes with my playful tease it gets me an extra grab of my ass (which working a bar in yoga pants is quite frequent). But every now and then as I seductively lean over the table while serving the drinks, I end up getting kissed by the girlfriend. The moment she makes the move for a playful peck on the lips, I go right for the passionate french kiss. And although even much more rare, a few times the girlfriend has made the move and put her hand up under my t-shirt (it’s a bar and they’re so damn drunk).

    And I know you’re dying to find out, so yes, there has been two times when I took the couple up on their offer and had a one-night stand after my shift ended. But they had to really, really work their asses off to seduce me. And as a true flirt I just loved it.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy

     
      Posted on : Feb 21, 2017 | Comments (0)
     
    An unbreakable love affair

    On this Valentine’s Day I thought it would be appropriate to talk about my unbreakable love affair with my very best friend; my vagina. Now before you laugh this off, consider the undeniable logic in this. Sure, my pussy is constantly demanding so much of my time, but has she ever really let me down? And can anything or anyone else promise such undying and amazing pleasure? Sure, there are a lot of things and people in my life that give me great joy and love, but nothing quite holds up like my pussy. Really, think about it; I may be in ecstasy in a number of situations and conditions, but how often can something besides my beautiful pussy give me such an unbelievable ecstatic orgasm? Is there really any greater pleasure in life than an uncontrolled, knee-weakening, eye-rolling, breath-taking, body-shaking orgasm?

    I love everything about my pussy. Her soft touch, her smooth mound, her moist inner lips, her taste on my fingers. I love how she gently spreads herself, eager to be impaled by men and sex objects alike. I love the sensations that spread through her lips and the deep pulse of her G-spot. And it’s impossible to deny the incredible joy and intensity of her beautifully hooded clit; the glorious and perfect love-button. No wonder most men (and many women) are obsessed with this heavenly gift. More wars have been fought over a great pussy than anything else in history. And let us not forget the two magical words: multiple orgasms. (By the way, I do feel so bad for men – seriously, you all cum just once and then suddenly become stone cold sober; it must be very demoralizing and depressing). Anyway, like I said, although my pussy is very demanding she doesn’t let me down in terms of wonderful pleasure. And she is always loyal, understanding, and forever there for me with no conditions. What else would anyone want in a love affair?

    I heard a saying; men use love for sex and women use sex for love. But I have also heard it said that you can not love another without first loving yourself. So, on this Valentine’s Day I myself will openly celebrate my self-love with my wonderful pussy. And I think everyone should hold to this perspective and embrace their own sexuality and rediscover what simple but profound joys it can bring you.

    So in tribute to the most sought-after object in the known universe, here is an ode to the glorious pussy, in its every wonderful shape and size the beauties naturally come in.

      

    Please dream of me (and my pussy),

    Stacy

     
      Posted on : Feb 14, 2017 | Comments (4)
     
    Sex survey

    So, I took a moment and filled out the sex survey at bdsmtest.org - A solid eight pages of detailed questions used to profile one's sexual preferences. It was a fairly comprehensive range of questions, but only hit on "major" kinks, not going into the finer details such as spankings, tickle torture, types of exhibitionism (flashing is very different from streaking; believe me, I have experience in both), and it certainly had (sadly) nothing on erotic hypnosis, of course. However, here are my results.
     
      
       
    Okay so I'm a bratty but submissive bondage-loving exhibitionist. It really didn't tell me anything I didn't already know. However it is always nice to be able get a second opinion that my love in particular kinks are not just my imagination or hope, but truly framed within my mindset and action.

    What I did find very informative though was all the areas in which I have no interest in at all. Because of my vast horniness I had always envisioned myself as having a very wide array of kinks. Yet, as very clearly shown, this is not the case. Guess I just found out a little bit more about myself. I hope I don't disappoint many.

    Please (still) dream of me,

    Stacy
     
      Posted on : Feb 7, 2017 | Comments (2)
     
    Sin City

    Two and a half years ago I came to Vancouver, BC to start my undergrad at UBC. It didn’t take me long to fall in love with the city. Yes, there are always issues with most places, and here certainly the housing prices may keep me away in the future, and the traffic is crazy, but there is just so much going for it. Absolutely fantastic restaurants, a huge health-minded outdoors lifestyle, every specialty shop and boutique you could ever think of, great weather, a strong economy, and amazing access to pretty much anything you could ever want.

    But if you have been reading my blog then you know that for me it must come down to sex. And yes, Vancouver is a wonderful sexual city with some amazing points to it. So let’s critique the city based on its sexual atmosphere, merits and opportunities: The top 10 sexy things about Vancouver (not in any particular order)

    1) The city has a great climate, and probably the mildest winters anywhere in Canada. This of course significantly extends the shoulder seasons for loose fitting summer dresses, short shorts, and every manner of scandalous outdoor attire you can think of. It’s an exhibitionist’s dream come true.

    2) The city has an athletic lifestyle which enhances and promotes all the hot bodies found throughout the city. And a number of the exercise gyms seriously double as social meat-markets as much as for their health benefits. Meanwhile the number of beautiful joggers bouncing their perky breasts down the many parks is a wonderful sight. It’s a voyeur’s dream come true.

    3) The city has a very liberal mindset and a well established and robust LGBT community that is very easily accessible. It’s a lesbian’s dream come true.

    4) The city also promotes a strong alternate BDSM lifestyle. Essentially, it’s Canada’s version of San Francisco. Whatever your particular fetish or orientation, you will find it in this city, and in droves. It’s a kink’s dream come true.

    5) A large Asian influence helps promote cosplay and Manga, if this is something you are into. Certainly discovering the more sexual side to these is easy. It’s a sexy cosplayer’s dream come true.

    6) Two decent downtown strip clubs that offer a good atmosphere for amateur nights. (and only a single bus ride from campus). It’s an amateur stripper’s dream come true.

    7) Kitsilano Beach. Just down from UBC before reaching the downtown core, Kits Beach offers a great stretch of sand for sunbathing (i.e. showing off bikinis) and beach volleyball. Evening barbeques off the tailgate of a truck is great. The Kitsilano area is nicknamed Tits-ilano, and it has soundly, rightfully, and proudly earned its reputation. It’s a flirt’s dream come true.

    8) Wreck Beach. Literally just off of UBC campus is this nudist beach. I mean how great is that? Tell me of another university where between classes you can head down for some rays and strip naked to bask in the sun. Awesome; nothing more to say. It’s a nudist’s dream come true.

    9) Tons of hiking and camping just outside of the city. Doing a topless hike up Grouse Mountain (the Grouse Grind) to overlook the city – been there, done that. Not to mention going further out to do overnight backpacking up some beautiful mountains. I have actually gone skinning-dipping in crystal-blue glacier-fed mountain lakes on more than one occasion (I came out of that cold water with nipples hard enough to cut glass. Not as flattering for the guys we were with though). It’s a flasher’s dream come true.

    10) A pretty good nightlife, and with two very large universities on either end of the city, there is always a fantastic party happening somewhere. All you have to do is follow all the scandalously dressed and drunk university girls. It’s a partier’s dream come true.

    So there it is. Vancouver is not only a great city, but a great sexual city. This place gives me so many opportunities and locations to let my wild side out. And of course, not being the place where I grew up, I can feel a lot more liberal with my sexual attitudes and demeanour while in public, as the size of the city gives a good feel of anonymity for me.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy

     
      Posted on : Jan 31, 2017 | Comments (2)
     
    Friends with benefits

    Okay, so I have had a few of my fans ask about my partners I have mentioned in my profile, so I thought I might elaborate here a bit. It’s a pretty awesome time for me right now I must admit, though most of them are not as regular as my horniness would like. But here are some juicy details about my friends-with-benefits that do keep me fairly juicy. In order of frequency:

    Claire; my lover. On average, sex two out of every three sometimes four days. We’re in love, that’s the number one point right there. The second runner-up point in awesomeness is that she is also my mistress and I am her pet. She’s opened minded and doesn’t have a problem or any insecurities about the others I’m with. We met in the fall semester of my first year at university. She was in her third year at the time (she’s becoming a physiotherapist wanting to work in athletics). We met in residence; no she was not my roommate, that would have been awesome, but she was a frosh leader during my frosh week. We really hit it off well, great in fact. First time we hooked up sexually was at a Halloween party two months later. By the beginning of my second year, her fourth, we moved out together into an apartment. She’s so awesome. She loves to control me in a gentle pet kind of way, and she loves having me flash and do crazy things in public. Claire won’t so much as hint at raising her skirt in public, but she lives wonderfully vicariously through me. Yes, we do have some bondage fun, but I don’t think this is really her thing and that she does it mostly for me. She has really gotten into giving spankings though, for which I’m eternally grateful. And of course it was my wonderful, beautiful Claire herself who introduced me to erotic hypnosis, and this has become a foundational pillar in our sexual relationship. I feel we were really meant to be together.

    Jonathan; my fuck machine. On average, sex about twice occasionally three times a week. I would say Jonathan is the closet thing I have to a boyfriend right now, although he really is more like a friend with benefits. I think my wildness (i.e. promiscuousness) holds him back from wanting to commit further, and if I’m being totally honest with myself I’m pretty sure this will end badly. But for now it’s great. We met at the university gym last year. He’s my alpha-male, my stallion, my total fuck-machine; he’s just ripped with muscles (and a huge cock) and has an absolute amazing stamina to match. Jonathan can literally lift me up in the air and in one motion impale me onto his hard shaft. And that’s the thing: our sex is incredible. We’re like rabbits in heat, going at it madly, knocking over furniture and sweating like we’re running a marathon (which, sexually we kind of are considering how long he lasts). The sex is raw, passionate, and amazing. The funny thing is (for someone like me), Jonathan has almost no kinks. He’s not into bondage at all, doesn’t care for my flashing one bit, and I have to literally beg him to spank me for which he does only a half-hearted job. But get us in bed for straight-out “normal” sex and we’re unstoppable.

    Nathan; my bondage master. On average sex only about two or three times a month. Nate is the total polar opposite to Jonathan in terms of kinks and personal connection. I think Nate is possibly into every sexual perversion they have a name for, and likely a few others they do not. He’s bisexual himself, a total dom, and very seriously has no limits at all. Nate is the only one I know that can honestly tease me about my “vanilla” tastes in sex, and he does constantly do just that. But we work because he totally respects my limits, for which I need to be very clear about. I actually met him online the first winter I was here in the city. I got bored and wanted to explore the BDSM scene in the city. Nate and I have nothing in common, no connection to any social circles, and our relationship is totally based on sex games. He actually has a full kitted-out dungeon in his basement, and I mean fully loaded; bondage tables (yes, plural), suspension gear, cages, racks of every sexual hand tool imaginable, and even a two-bunk fully functioning prison cell complete with shower and toilet. He has this shortened stockade there that secures me bent over, and then he has both a dildo machine and a spanking machine go at me from behind while he rides my mouth; that’s my favourite. Time with Nate is thrilling and crazy and never boring or ever the same thing. But I am an object for his pleasure and he is a tool for mine, and we’re totally okay with our occasional encounters as such. One requirement Claire has insisted on (for my safety) is that he Skype’s her every part of our play, which he does or she threatens to call the police. So, just be warned about the people you meet online.

    Sarah and Mike; my fantasy couple. On average sex nowadays about once, maybe twice, a month (a lot more when we first had hooked up). So, Sarah and Mike (the only ones here who these are not their actual names) live a completely normal and respectable life, except that they are closet swingers. The absolutely crazy part is that they have been long time family friends. When I came to the city to start university they took me under their wing and showed me around. I never knew this side to them, and I’m still not sure how it happened as it progressed so naturally. One night early on they were commenting on how all grown up I’ve become, I started my usual flirting (I often don’t even realize I doing it), and next thing I knew Sarah was on board, and then the sex seemed to flow so naturally. Now, they do some bondage and certainly spankings, but their real forte is fantasy and role-play (they’re the ones that escort me to Vancouver Comic Con). When I go over to visit I always take costumes. The number of times I’ve been their french maid, foreign exchange student, babysitter (they have no kids), pizza girl, and the list goes on and on. A few times they have taken me for the weekend to their cottage up the coast; those times are awesome. I play wood nymphs and the like that they capture and tame. Neat thing is that I totally respect their relationship; although Mike and I can play around and have oral sex, they have the limit of no intercourse as a means of keeping their marriage strong. Oh, and one thing I like is that often Mike will cum in Sarah and then I get to eat her out, finishing her with a tasty orgasm.

    So there you have it, my current sexual partners. I know I have “categorized” them much more than I should. The sex is a little bit more varied than I described, but I do feel these are the points that give me such rewarding intimate moments with each of them. Like I said, this is a really great time for me right now. And hey, you never know, perhaps if you ever visit my fine city I might have a sexual niche that you just happen to fill perfectly. So keep your eyes peeled; I’ll be the flirtatious half-naked girl you see coming from a mile away.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy

     
      Posted on : Jan 23, 2017 | Comments (2)
     
    A sexual education and career

    I very much want to be able to dedicate my life, and career, to sex. Sexuality is so amazing and I want every part of my life to revolve around it. Currently I’m in my third year of a four year undergrad doing a double-major in psychology and chemistry, after having taken a gap year between high school and post-secondary. Now, I know there is not a lot in terms of sexuality in my current university education so far, but it’s what I want to do with it that I think is pretty awesome to say the least.

    When I’m done my undergrad I want to do my PhD in psychology. I want my dissertation to focus on a clinical study something along the lines of “the examination of bio-chemical feedback pathways relating to hormone release and mood alteration.” What does that mean? I want my doctoral work to study the effects of aphrodisiacs on women. Now I know; there are no ‘real’ truly powerful aphrodisiacs out there for the human body – there have certainly been enough randy men throughout the ages that would have found them by now. Instead, I want to explore the truths to such urban legends as peanuts and oysters making you horny. There is naturally something behind this – every bit of food we digest can affect our biochemistry and hence possibly set our randy mood, and some must do just that. Now the point is to discover those foods and combinations and to measure their effect levels. At the end of four years I will obviously not have discovered a ‘magic bullet’ aphrodisiac, but instead I hope to have a detailed study of a nutritional diet that promotes the greatest sexual arousal in women. And you better believe I would follow such a diet religiously.

    Then after my PhD I wish to begin my career as a registered psychologist. And my practice will specialize in counselling individuals and couples in areas of sexuality. Yes, I want to become a sex therapist. I’m not going to treat sexual addictions – that’s just stupid. Instead, I can envision most of my work being focused on helping partners overcome relationship issues by the promotion of their sexual intimacy and lifestyle. It would be just incredible that I could have a lifetime career of getting paid very good money to talk about and encourage sexual practices in others. What in the world could be better than that?

    I would also love to be able, on the side, to train and become a registered clinical hypnotist. Although my submissive personality just loves being the subject/target of hypnosis, for my psychology practice it would be extremely valuable to be able to hypnotise, say, a prudish wife and bring out her sexual animal. That would be quite an addition to an already rewarding sounding profession.

    And then my career can also provide a major avenue for the exhibitionist in me. I know this would be years down the road, but in my mind I have already laid out the perfect office space arrangement. You see, as a registered psychologist I would be well dressed and presented in professional skirts, but of course I hate wearing panties. My chair would be perfect in its alignment so that any client sitting on my couch would have a wonderful vantage point, and I would ensure a lamp or natural light came from behind them for good frontal illumination. Now, so I don’t lose my practice I need to make certain that this all appears completely accidental. I will take all my notes directly on a laptop computer rather than a paper notepad (which also makes sense from a business perspective). When the laptop sits on my lap, my legs must be level and slightly apart to balance it. Presto, the perfect ongoing voyeur (actually exhibitionist) opportunity. I’m sure my clients will keep coming back long after I’ve helped them through their issues.

    And the final stage that I dream of for my future career is to be able to, on the side, own and operate an adult sex store. Not some trashy dive where only greasy men in trench coats go, but instead a very classy and welcoming establishment. Psychologists make really good money and I would have no problem investing most of my revenues into the start-up for this store. My store would sell entire lines of books and erotic material, diverse high quality lingerie, and an extensive line of sex toys and all the play stuff anyone would need for a fulfilling sex life. And of course there would be no conflict of interest in me directing my clients to this store to stock up on resources for their fledging sexual delights.

    And not only would I get paid for all this, but people would actually thank me for all the help I have given them. I know all this is much more fantasy than reality at this point, but I really do hope, and plan, that my career does go down these roads. I really can’t graduate soon enough.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy

     
      Posted on : Jan 16, 2017 | Comments (5)
     
    1000 Fans

    Two months ago, to the very day, I started this account and I have now reached the ‘one thousand fans’ mark. Thank you to all you guys and gals that have appreciated my profile, it means a lot. Looking at other profiles, and many do have way more fans than mine, but it seems that few take in this number in such a short timeframe. Again, thanks so much for liking me and my content.

    But my real fans are the ones like you here, reading my blog. You are the ones that make me feel all warm and fuzzy. So, as I break the one thousand mark I thought to treat you to a little something to say thanks. Here is a photo of me from a few years ago taken at the mall by my friend. I put it here in my blog, not in my galleries, to thank those that take the time to read about me; you’re my real fans.

    So one favour I do ask, as I have no way to really tell how many people actually read my blog. Could you please, please, please leave a comment, however brief, to this posting so I might actually get a feel of how many ‘regular’ fans I actually have. Thanks so much.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy

      

     
      Posted on : Jan 10, 2017 | Comments (24)
     
    Putting the X back in x-mas

    I had a fun Christmas and relaxing holidays. Claire gave me a gift that I just had to let everyone possible know about. What a beautiful gift that has certainly put the X back in x-mas.

    Claire bought me a Lush bluetooth bullet-vibrator by Lovense. Sorry about the product placement, but it’s just so freakin’ awesome. A nice high-quality bullet vibrator, comfortable fit and with a nice “tail” for clit stimulation. Its battery lasts about two hours of run time, and it comes with a full range of vibration modes. Those stats in itself makes a “nice” sex toy, but why do I love it so much?

    It’s a bluetooth device. Yup, the operating software is loaded as an app for my cell phone. Not only does it have many preset vibration modes, but I can custom configure absolutely any variation and it even syncs to music or voice. Pretty damn cool to say the least. Now what’s even more fun is that where I control it with my cell, I can literally be anywhere in front of anyone at anytime and start playing with myself. All they see me do is pull out my cell and apparently text or something. I can be on the bus or standing in line at the grocery store, I get a little bored, out comes my cell and I have a little break. I’m going to have so much fun with this. I think this little toy is going to be like my titanium slave collar; I will almost never leave the house without wearing it.

    But where this goes way beyond cool is that the app is also on Claire’s cell and it communicates with mine. As long as I have my cell on me, Claire can communicate directly with my pussy. It’s absolutely hilarious, amazing, and unbelievable all at the same time. And believe me, she has already warned me that I am never to stop anything she starts. I could be sitting in my next class, half falling asleep to what the prof is saying and suddenly she sends wonderful vibrations through my body. She would have little idea what I’m doing at the time, but she knows she can interrupt and be inside me now anytime she has the whim. How long will she keep me on the edge, how strong, what pulse, will she break and be back soon or wait a while? Oh so many wonderful games we are going to have with this.

    I can see myself texting her, begging to turn it up, or slow it down, or change modes or just about everything in-between. It’s going to be the ultimate tease; two hours of pulses isn’t much throughout a day, but by the time I get home I will be even hornier than ever. And that says a lot.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy

     
      Posted on : Dec 27, 2016 | Comments (3)
     
    Words to live by

    When I was 14 and coming to terms with my intense sexuality, I one day wrote in my diary a set of "rules" for myself that I wanted to follow. When I was 19 and moving out of my house, I came across this and was shocked at how much it had already guided my sexual adventures. I had removed that page from my old diary, placed it in a picture frame, and to this day it still sits on my bedside table. This is what it reads:

    Stacy's Ten Commandments of Sexuality

    1) Thou shall act flirtatious and alluring, thus sharing thy emotional sexuality with all
    2) Thou shall dress provocative and revealing, thus sharing thy physical sexuality with all
    3) Thou shall maintain thy vagina mound in a constant state of complete bareness
    4) Thou shall remain nude at every moment thy situation permits
    5) Thou shall vigilantly seek out acts of fellatio and savour thy man's seed
    6) Thou shall seduce and convert thy friends to lesbians
    7) Thou shall masturbate with great frequency, regardless of thy location
    8) Thou shall surrender thy sexual energies and submit wholly to the lust and desires of others
    9) Thou shall be willingly stripped, restrained and bound through the whims of others
    10) Thou shall eagerly accept spankings and tickle torture as correct means of discipline and control

    Of course this did not end up covering all of my eventual perversions. It was some time later that I developed my love for sexual cosplay, role-play, and fantasy rape. And at the time I had no idea erotic hypnosis even existed. Some things have stayed true though, such as my bald pussy. I haven't had a single pubic hair grow out ever in my entire life. Now after two years of electrolysis hair removal (longer process but better than laser hair removal) I will be forever bare down there (and I also had my armpits and legs done). Other commandments are now so easy I don't think about them. I'm a "house nudist"; once home I immediately strip down and stay that way. When I first moved out alone and now living with Claire this nudism is easy, but when I was living with my parents it created some heated arguments I had to persevere through. Other commandments have still never seen their full commitment. Although I have had some great sexual experimentation with a number of my female friends, the strong majority of them have remained straight (to their loss), and I do not consider that I ever managed to "convert" someone. And although I'm very eager about oral sex, I routinely pass on so many drunk men trying to hit on me while I waitress at the bar, so I still have many limits there. But the essence of these great words I still very much live my life by.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy
     
      Posted on : Dec 20, 2016 | Comments (3)
     
    The art of spanking

    My god do I love to get spanked. Spanking is an art form that truly needs careful refinement and mastery on one's part. Too many people just slap an ass until its blistering red and think that's it. That's like saying the art of sex is just about fucking; well, yes it is, but we know there is so much more to it that makes it a truly mind-blowing experience.

    The same with spanking. It shouldn't be about pain. If you're spanking just to hurt someone than you're just doing it to be a sadist (and yes, perhaps that's your kink, but it's still not spanking in the purest form). Spanking is about bringing someone to the absolute edge of erotic intensity and then holding them there for as long as possible under your control.

    First you need a brief warm-up time, where each spank builds slightly more than the last. This allows the ass muscles to properly adjust to the impacts and gives the body time to redirect the blood flow for protection; which of course gives that beautiful glowing crimson bottom.

    Then each sting of the hand or paddle should elicit a strong reaction; a hard intake of breath and rigid clenching of the body, but it shouldn't make the person scream out in pain or cry hysterically (again that's sadism not spanking). The greatest ideal is to hold that person in a place of sexual ecstasy where they feel that they could not possibly handle even one more single spank and yet they are able to do just that very thing again and again. They become lost in the sensation, totally oblivious to time and space; all that exists is that intense feeling that they can not control as it consumes their total being.

    When you are finally done they should be in such a state that at first they do not even register that it's over; it should take them a few moments to come back to reality. The final product should be a glowing evenly-distributed crimson color across the entire ass, yet with no markings, welts or lesions. At this point, a single slap of the hand should hold a white silhouette of the strike very briefly before the bottom returns to crimson.

    If you really know your stuff and have the skills needed you can bring a woman to orgasm by spanking alone. I'm not saying it's easy but I'm saying it's possible. I would say that I myself average an orgasm in about one of every four spanking sessions (mood is also critical of course; get us when we are super horny and super wet).

    There are a lot of gifted spankers online with videos. My personal favorite is Chelsea Pfeiffer. Watch how she skillfully builds the spanking up, how the subject's ass maintains the proper color and texture, and how the facial expressions of most of her girls is perfect. Also notice how she easily runs twenty to thirty minute sessions on these girls; all of them. I have counted out many such sessions; I found that she typically spanks between two to three thousand times! Just think about that, isn't that incredible.

    And yes, this is exactly what my darling Claire does to me. She spanks me in sexual foreplay obviously, but also when I’m often being a brat I literally force her hand to put me back in line. And almost every morning I religiously get a quick fifteen minute spanking as a wake-up in lieu of an alarm clock. But the best spankings come now that Claire has discovered their cathartic nature. If she is having a bad day or under a lot of stress, out of nowhere and without a word she will take me over her knee and release all her tension onto my bottom. She always feels better after, and gives me a kiss and thanks me. And I absolutely adore her for it.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy
     
      Posted on : Dec 12, 2016 | Comments (5)
     
    A woman's sexual energies

    Okay, so my inner nerd will be coming out in this blog entry. Remember I love movies, fantasy, cosplay, and the like; be warned. Most of us have an imaginative inner nerd if you ask me. More importantly for those of us that do, if you can tap into the erotic nature of this then your sex-life will be even more intense and incredible, believe me.

    I have developed my own personal theory when it comes to a woman’s sexual energy. I believe we are able to define this erotic sexuality in terms of four forces, all complimentary but having two sets representing polar ends of the erotic spectrum. Embracing my inner geekness, I have associated these to the four primal elemental forces: earth, air, fire and water.

    Earth, the green flowing life-force of nature, represents a woman’s inner sexuality. This is the private her; her own thoughts, feelings, and erotic sensations that may be described to another but ultimately reside solely within her mind and spirit. This is the place of the deep-rooted orgasm, where all her sexual energy is stored. It is also represented in her private, personal acts such as masturbation. These beautiful moments, shared only with herself, is the nature of the grounding earth element. Here the woman can explore her sexual energies with a free will and dedication to her own pleasure like no other situation allows. She performs for no one; all her sexual energy is consumed for her own desires. And honestly, for as much as we all obsess about sex, how often to we have sex with another compared to how often most people masturbate? A woman needs to embrace this sexual energy as a solid base for the rest of the energies or lose her identity within her own sexuality.

    On the other side of the sexual spectrum we have Air. This element represents a woman’s overt sexuality that she presents to the world. This energy is shared with all those she encounters. It’s that aura that we can feel emanating off women when they are feeling sexy or wanted. This energy is what guides women in the desire to look attractive and to please the eye of others. Unlike the earth element, which is purely internal, the air element requires that connection to another’s interest in the woman’s sexual energy. In its subtle forms it manifests itself in how we dress and act to be alluring and interesting. It’s in how we walk, talk and present ourselves. But as a woman fully embraces this sexual energy you see it presents itself even more intensely. Things like nudism, flashing, exhibitionism, erotic dance, and other sexual performances begin to manifest. Look at the huge increase in naughty selfies and amateur strip teasing videos surfacing on the net in the recent years. Fully committing to this erotic element allows a woman vibrancy and great release of her sexual energies and persona.

    Then we have Fire. This sexual energy of the woman is directed towards men. It is the heat and passion that women have. It is the lust to have a man deep inside her, to feel the thrusting intensity of being taken in such a primal manner. “Fucking” is filled with the consuming elemental fire. This energy is the most primitive and easy to understand. It is also the seat of submission. Not that women have to be as submissive as say I am, but the fire energy requires a surrender of herself to fully bring the experience to an explosive head (no pun intended, well kind of). Men fuck, women are fucked. This is not a demeaning thing; this is the natural process of the woman giving herself to the man. And in return she opens herself fully to all the sexual delights and feelings that this element brings. Turn to the dark side and feel the heated grunting lust of two bodies entwined in deep passion. Also rooted in this heat and submission of the fire element, this is the seat for the sexual energies associated with bondage play, spankings, and the like.

    Last, but certainly not least by any means, is Water. This sexual elemental force is at the other end of the spectrum as Fire. It is as soft as fire is intense. The water element, the nectar of life, is “loving” where fire is “fucking”. The seat of this sexual energy rests solely in the feminine as much as fire rests in the masculine. Sadly, this is the one element often underdeveloped in women, and without it no woman could ever consider her sexuality complete and whole. This sexuality is present in a woman’s attraction to other women. When fully embraced it is the sexual energy of a lesbian. But no woman can deny this energy exists in them. Even when they can’t come to terms with it, the water energy subtlety surfaces. You see it in a woman’s deep friendships with other women; intimacies between each other that men will never understand. It’s why we can share such private moments and emotions with other women, why we can hug them and tell them how much we love them. Sorry, deny it if you wish, but this wonderful sexual energy directed towards other women is in all us ladies. Embrace it like I have, and many others, and your sexuality will intensify in great (watery blue) depths like you never imagined.

    I fully believe in these four sexual energies – Earth (masturbation), Air (exhibitionism), Fire (primal lust), and Water (Lesbianism). I represent these symbolically with rare gems: emerald, diamond, ruby, and sapphire, respectively in order.  I eventually hope to afford much larger expensive gems, but for now I have all four, under 0.1 carat each, mounted on a four-band puzzle ring. I wear this on my wedding finger, which confuses the hell out of people greatly. But I certainly feel I’m bound to my energies in this way, almost married to them. My sexuality if my life partner.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy

     
      Posted on : Dec 5, 2016 | Comments (1)
     
    My personal dress code

    I hate winter and I'm not happy that it's fast approaching. Too many layers of bundled clothes trying to keep one warm (even if just a single jacket). Even here where we have one of the most mildest winters of any major city in Canada, there are still months that don't allow the full glory and feel of alluring dress on the streets.

    I love to dress in sexy and revealing clothes. I love it when I turn heads; especially the comical ones where people run into things while too busy gawking at me. Some say it makes me too vain and self-centered, but I still really love showing off my body to the world, yet being a brat and hiding the very best of it at the same time; the ultimate tease in life. You know the old saying - it's sexier to conceal than reveal (to a point).

    Most women care about how they dress, and many are shopaholics. Myself, I spend way too much money on clothes, lingerie and cosplay costumes, but I just can't stop myself from picking up some cute little piece once I see it. For my collection I guess I have made some unofficial "rules" for my dress code each day as I get ready to go out and be seen by the world. Whatever I happen to be wearing I feel it must meet at least one of the following criteria (the more the better of course).

    Lower body:
    - In skirts, is there a good chance of an upskirt peek and is it difficult to sit without flashing?
    - In dresses, is there an easy chance of flowing flashing movement or wind lift?
    - In shorts, does enough ass show?
    - In tight jeans or yoga pants, does my camel toe clearly show in good definition?

    Upper body:
    - Does a good deal of cleavage show, and with the potential of a good downblouse peek?
    - Do my nipples poke through my clothing material, is there even a hint of color?
    - Is it obvious when I don't wear a bra?
    - Is there a good chance of a wardrobe malfunction?

    There are also some standard rules that I follow. I do not wear panties with skirts or dresses; ever. It just doesn't make sense to me. I also won't wear panties with tight yoga pants as this helps promote my camel toe even more. Besides modelling sexy lingerie, panties are made for comfort when wearing tight jeans and shorts, and that is when I wear them. When I buy clothes I do look for light material that has the best chance of showing silhouette and shape when caught in the right light. And I also look for clothes that easily slide off with the least resistance (although obviously not for tight jeans and shorts). Most of my shirts, blouses, and skirts I had the buttons resewn with press snaps. With one good pull, those tops can fly open and reveal my chest in a second, or drop my skirt in a heartbeat. Lastly, I really have a thing for half-bras; these are so fantastic at helping to push up, and out, my cleavage while at the same time not covering the nipples thereby helping them to poke through my tops easier.

    My personal dress code defines my flirty nature. For example, I love my pink bikini. It's not a thong; that reveals too much and is too trashy. Instead it covers slightly more than half my ass. But what I did was unstitch and remove the inner linings of the bikini. This has allowed both my nipples and camel toe to be so perfectly silhouetted in all their glory. Another example is my halter-top dress; one piece, all white, thin material that nicely shows the color of my nipples, mid-thigh length loose dress with great lift and flash potential, it gently drapes and silhouettes my upper ass cheeks so well as I walk and sway. And the halter straps, having bare shoulders and back, tie nicely to my slave collar in a slip knot. One simple pull of the string and the entire dress falls effortless to my ankles - the ultimate wardrobe malfunction.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy
     
      Posted on : Nov 21, 2016 | Comments (8)
     
    Promiscuous desires

    I fully embrace my sexuality. I am wonderfully and happily bisexual; I’m so intensely drawn to other’s sexual energy regardless of gender. Great lovers come in so many diverse and amazing ways I find it so foolish for a woman to ever willingly limit herself, or her passions, to only half the population.

    I like to believe that my sexuality is perfectly balanced in its bisexuality. In reality, if I’m being totally honest with myself, I think my sexual preferences are more 60:40 in favour of women. But in no way would I ever want to limit myself to just one gender; that would be a very sad day if I ever had to make that horrible choice. (And that is why I love Claire, my girlfriend/mistress, so much more; she does not have a problem with my casual encounters among my male friends)

    So, on one side you have women. My god are they beautiful. Everything about their stunning bodies excites me. I personally agree with Victoria Beckham when in one interview she stated that “the only hair a woman should have is on her head”.  If given the chance, I could explore the smooth soft lines of a woman’s body for hours on end. Which is certainly what I do with mine any chance I get. Perky breasts, firm ass, bare pussy, inviting inner thighs, sultry legs, and the seductive curves of the waist, back, neck and soft facial cheeks. Every single part of a woman’s body is meant to be caressed, nibbled on, and savoured.

    And then there is the sex with another woman. Sorry guys, but have you ever heard the saying “you wouldn’t go to a mechanic who never owned a car”. Women know women’s bodies and how they respond in a way you never will. A good lesbian lover can anticipate her partner’s pleasure and playfully guide and tease her into absolute sexual hysteria. We know how all the parts really work. You ever watch porn (okay, stupid question); do you notice how most guys go down on a woman. It’s like they’re a cat licking milk from a bowl; flapping their tongues madly against a woman’s clit trying to get her off while for some strange reason trying to keep their distance (we don’t bite, at least not down there). The few times I bother watching this kind of porn it only makes me break out in laughter. Now, when a woman goes down on another notice how she locks her mouth firmly around the pussy in question. She knows how to use her lips and tongue at the same time, and when to suck and when to lick. And what you don’t see is, locked within her open mouth, her tongue dancing beautifully along the clit, labia, and gently probing her partner’s inner moistness. Seriously guys, if you ever want to learn how to go down a woman then study lesbian porn (like you really need a reason).

    Now on the other side of my sexuality you have men. I think in a way I could have become a happy content lesbian, expect for the fact that a woman obviously lacks something important – They can not fuck you half to death. Sorry ladies, strap-ons just don’t cut it. There is absolutely no substitute for that wonderful feeling of being impaled by a thick hard cock. I love all positions; missionary, doggie, cowgirl, against the wall, straddling him seated on a chair, bent over a couch or overturned tree in the woods. Any way in any place, feeling a man grab my hips and thrust relentlessly into me is something I can never get enough of. And the real pleasure is not as much about length as it is thickness. Having a wide girth in the man’s shaft spreads my pussy in such an amazing way, pulling on my clit with every thrust while at the same time constantly massaging my g-spot. Simply put, women were built in every way to enjoy this intense pleasure of the fuck and bring themselves to the utmost of sexual plateaus.

    And let’s not forget about fellicio. Personally I can not understand why some women don’t like giving head, really. To edge a man, to slowly bring him and his pleasures to their full explosive climax, that’s a personal pleasure of mine. I’m sure it comes from the fact of submissively wanting to please and be a good lover. There is a lot of ways a man can use my body, but the way I can give him head is my talent alone. Here I am the performer, and in a way I guess a sexual exhibitionist at the same time, showing off my skills. There are so many techniques to master, and to be ever aware of how the man responds to them. I mean, for example, gently caressing and licking the shaft produces a whole different response than does a slow deepthroat action. And playing my tongue across his tip changes his moans compared to that of a gentle suction as I slide him in my mouth. Giving a blowjob is like playing any musical instrument; ultimately you can make it sing, but what song do you want to play. And, oh god yes, I really, really do like the taste of cum. It’s my submissive kinky reward for a good performance; that warm salty juice filling my mouth. I just wish men could cum by the gallons. I know it turns guys on that I love cum, but once the man is finished, I’m now spending this time swirling his load over my tongue and savouring it, delaying the swallow, for my own personal pleasure alone.

    I truly hope in my life that I will never be forced to make the choice between only loving a man or a woman. Life is too short not to enjoy them both to their wonderful and amazing fullness.

    Please dream of me,

    Stacy
     
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