I met Confessor X in the foyer in my black low-cut dress with the tiny white polka-dots.  No bra, no panties, and on my knees, as usual.  He came in and ran a warm hand through my hair and pulled my face up for a kiss.  With a gentle slap on the face he told me stand up.  He walked behind me into the living room and I could feel his hard cock jabbing my ass and then he undid his belt and literally dropped his pants and sat down in my big comfy chair where I do my writing, reading, eating, and watching TV in – I’d always wanted to have sex in it too.

I got down on my knees and began tonguing his balls and working my way up past his cock ring and running my tongue around the tip of his cock then taking it in my mouth as I could feel his pulse surging against my tongue.  He told me to stand up, lift my dress and turn around and he noticed my butt plug that I had put in earlier to get ready, as this was the day he was going to fuck my ass.  He told me to take it out for now and sit on his cock reverse cowgirl style.  I rode his cock, his hands on my hips, my hands pushing myself up by the arms of the chair.  His cock would hit my g-spot and send shivers from the tip of my head to my toes.  We both stood up and he told me to sit in my chair doggy style and he fucked me hard from behind and then released his hot juice all over my ass and back.

We went to the bedroom where he laid down and I began sucking on his cock again until he had me straddle him and I rubbed and rocked my wet pussy against his cock, and he’d suck and bite my nipples, as we exchanged more of our naughty histories.  All the while my cat is trying to crawl under the covers and I try to discourage her because I don’t want her to get accidentally squished,  however,  she does not take well to being refused (of course she’s a Domme) and would have flipped us off if she could.

Then he had me on my back and gave me my vibe that I was to use on my clit as I told him what I fantasied about when I pleasured myself   (lately — being shoved up against a wall and fucked roughly from behind while being called slut and dirty whore).  He wrapped his hand around my throat, with occasional slaps to my face, and fucked me with my vibe, and then his cock, until we came.   Tears ran down my face because I have waited so…so long to feel…this type of pleasure.  Soon after he made a  valiant attempt at my rosebud but it refused to open so I am now to wear my butt plug on a regular basis to make it more accessible for his delicious cock.

We took a water break and talked about music and writing until he told me to get on all fours and he’d be right back.  When he returned he began swatting my ass with some implement which turned out to be my bamboo back scratcher which felt invigorating for the first minute but then I found myself trying to find ways to move so he wouldn’t hit the same spot – without him noticing and punishing me for being squirmy (pointless to confess this since He reads my blog and will know — wonder what he’ll do … or not do to me… next time?” hmmm).

And last, but certainly not least, I received another extensive  pounding from behind and a finale of a face and mouth full of his cum.  And then it was time for him to leave, he dressed, and I walked him to the door where he gently stroked my body and clit until I thought I’d jump through the ceiling, we said our good-byes.  Now I’m writing this in my big comfy chair (that I had hot sex in just a short time ago) with my laptop on one leg and my, now appeased, cat on the other.

Okay, I did some math and it turns out I actually have to do three a day if I’m going to get all the Miss Novembers in before the end of the month (I think I’m even going to have to quadruple on two days). So here we go!

Photographed by Richard Fegley

The lovely and talented Sylvie Garant, Playboy’s Miss November 1979, landed in the magazine after submitting her picture to the Great Playmate Hunt, a contest which was held for Playboy’s twenty-fifth anniversary.

The second Canadian o’ the day, Sylvie’s later career credits include co-hosting duties with Alex Trebek on the game show “The $128,000 Question” (I guess they wanted to out-do “the $64,000 Question,” or is that a Canadian conversion thing?) and, later, a similar job with Monty Hall on the game show “The Joke’s On Us.”

Ms. Garant has only recently gotten onto the convention and public appearance circuit. Here is a picture of her taken August 2009 at the Chicago Glamourcon from the official site of the incomparable Dolores Del Monte (Miss March 1954), a super-awesome vintage model who is still rockin’ in the free world.

Sylvie Garant, left, and Dolores Del Monte

Dolores says in her caption that it was Sylvie’s first Glamourcon:

Sunday our last day of the Chicago Glamourcon, with Sylvie Garant, Nov. 1979. A too short get together with this new Playmate sister. Her 1st time at Glamourcon!

I think it is adorable that Miss March 1954 is a seasoned convention-goer who is showing Miss November 1979 the ropes. I don’t know why, I just love that.

Check out this final pic from the blog of Candace Collins Jordan (Miss December 1979): it features a couple of the playmates who’ve been highlighted here in the last few weeks, and a couple who will be coming up soon. Spot the Miss Novembers!

Left to right: Sylvie Garant (Miss November 1979); Patti Connors, nee McGuire, (Miss November 1976); Candace Collins Jordan (Miss December 1979); Laura Lyons (Miss February 1976); Monica Tidwell (Miss November 1973); Janet Lupo (Miss November 1975); and Dede Lind (Miss August 1967), who you may recall is the roommate of Lisa Baker (Miss November 1966) (not pictured).

Thirty minutes until my lunch date with Kate!  I’m so nervous I feel like a teenager (kind of like I felt when Confessor X first came over – although I didn’t have lovers coming over to my parents and driving me insane with ecstasy when I was a teenager – gosh darnit!).

From our short phone conversations I still have no clue if she’s just interested in meeting new people for platonic friendship … or friends with benefits…either way is fine with me actually.

I’ll let you know!

Cheers

Emma

Miss January 2008

Miss February 2008

Miss March 2008

Mis April 2008

Miss May 2008

Miss June 2008

Miss July 2008

Miss August 2008

Miss September 2008

Miss October 2008

Miss November 2008

Miss December 2008

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Well…for lunch!  I finally got up the nerve to call “Kate” – the woman who seemed (to me) to be putting the moves on me at a party my husband and I went to a few weeks ago.  She gave me their phone number after only having just met me — and that is just not done in Seattle — maybe she’s from back East or something — but that is sooooo social!

Anyway, I realized that there were two reasons why I had put off calling her:

1.  Afraid that I had miss-read her and she really doesn’t want to get all freaky-deaky with me, and

2.  Afraid that I did NOT miss-read her and she DOES want to get all freaky-deaky with me!

If she does, it will be my first time, so that’s exciting and scary.  I hope to be able to get a better read when I meet her for lunch on Tuesday – the one caveat being that she feels she coming down with the flu so we might have to postpone.  Of course, I’ll keep you posted!

Had a delicious nooner with Confessor X last Wednesday.  The first time was not a fluke, I was just as much a quivering mass of orgasmocells as I was last time (not the most erotic image but I’m too lazy to change it right now).  It is a good feeling to realize that there is nothing wrong with me – physically anyway. ;>  I can  orgasm with another human being and not just my battery operated boyfriend!  I do have the energy to play and have sex for hours!  Having my pussy eaten can be extremely pleasurable!  All of these things I didn’t know until I was 45.  Amazing.  Sad.  But amazing.

Confessor X did punish me, however.  He found out from my previous post that I hadn’t informed him of the butt plug I had even though he had told me to bring out my toys.  So.  I didn’t get any oral from him…and believe me ladies…from him…that is cruel and unusual PUNISHMENT!   I promise to be extra good … for the next few weeks anyway… until we see each other again!  I swear!

The search for another woman (my first) for a threesome (also my first!) continues.  Not having much luck with Adult Friend Finder and Craigslist, pah-leeeeezzzzz, is a bust,  mostly scam e-mails.

Speaking of other women, when my husband and I were at a party last week I am positive that I was being hit on by one of the guests who was there with her husband.  At one point, the three of us were chatting and she was so close to me her thigh was touching my thigh – full on – and she didn’t move it, and , well, neither did I.   Then she gave us their phone number and e-mail and said we should come visit them out on the island and even stay the weekend if we want.  I replied,  “Oh that’s so nice, but my husband works weekends.”  She looked me straight in the eyes and said, “So?” and held my gaze as I sputtered, “Oh, well, yeah, OK!”   I haven’t called or e-mailed her yet.  I think I will, and suggest we meet for coffee sometime and see if there’s still that vibe there.   My inner slut is definitely loose and apparently flashing neon signs at some people – all I can say is that it’s about fucking time!

Really? Okay, so I’ve been told I need to fill this section out. You know what I hate most about the “tell us about yourself” section of just about anything?? Its not exactly like there’s a f*cking outline.

Well, here’s my best shot.

I’m a 24 year old, female, Executive Of Brokerage and Client Developement for a local logistics firm here in the Twin Cities… I think if you went looking for one, you’d come back with…. well, me. But feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. Pretty sure I’m not though; as that’s the high point of my life.

Other than that, I’m actually rather strange… or moreso I think I am. Then again, I think far too much. So what’s the opinion actually worth?

According to my other half, if you will, I’m a sushi eating, granola crunching, raging femenist, hippy…. but I’m pretty sure I was probably 10 the last time I “crunched” on granola, and that I adore the male species far too much to be any sort of “raging” femenist.

Underneath all of my walls, which I do have many; I honestly think I have a really big heart. I take everything personally, everything effects me on one level or another. Perhaps that’s why I can hold a grudge like a motherf*cker. Analyze that Dr. Frued….

I read too much. I think I like other worlds better than my own. So reading helps me to coagulate the two. I LOVE Lord Byron. If I were born circa 1840, I’m pretty sure we’d be… involved.

I love music. I hate music. Or figuretively speaking, I hate what the year 2000 DID to music. I hate that someone like “Fergie” can be a household name, but you could walk down the street asking who Saul Williams is, and everyone would look at you funny.

I love to cook. I discovered this talent a few years back. I think it has something to do with the fact that I like to eat. I’m the kind of person who’d fly to Osaka, just for the sushi. I’d also learn to speak Japanese… if the task requited it.

I have amazing friends; and I know that everyone says that, but I really do. Just ask them.

Other than that, I’m pretty sure I’m just your everyday lemming….. haha… lemming; I wish life were that simple.

It’s going to happen.  What, you might ask?  Our first couple’s swinging experience.  Not MY first – OUR first…as a couple.  The two of us.  Together.  Steven.  Me.  Another couple.  Four of us.  Naked.  Kissing.  Fucking.

Not many things make me nervous – the least of which is sex – but this is knotting my stomach up.  I’ve never had to share someone I care about with anyone else.  I KNOW he cares about me.  I KNOW it.  I just can’t shake the nerves.  NOTHING makes me nervous – well, except strip clubs (as we have found out this week).  Why is this kicking my ass so much?

I need some guidance and advice from my swingers out there.  Those of you that are swingers, that read but may never comment – please comment – I would really like your input on this one. 

Help me shake these butterflies!!!!!

Per Confessor X’s  request, (do Master’s make “requests”?), I put up an ad on Adult Friend Finder and Craigslist today looking for a bi-sexual or bi-curious woman for us to play with and for me to get my first experience with a woman.

Within a half-hour I received an e-mail from AFF saying that 32 people were interested in me/us!   I was like, “Ohhhh shiiiitttttttt…” but then when I opened the e-mail it was just 32 matches generated by AFF from around the world  – so no real (local) prospects yet.

As for the Craigslist…Confessor had me post two nude shots.  I chose one of me laid out in bed, nude.    He chose a picture that not only showed my girlie bits but my bits stuffed with a dildo and a butt-plug (no I’m not sending it to you! ;->).    So far, I’ve received a couple of spams, also an e-mail from a guy who wanted to chat, (I politely said no),  and another one from a guy who thought I should “retire” my girlie bits.  Ouch!  He’s not as nice as my bloggy friends – no one invite him to Half-Nekkid Thursday!

I’ll be seeing Confessor X tomorrow (yay!) so more later….

xo

Emma

“Bring out your toys.  I know you have them.”‘ He said gruffly.  I rolled over and went into my bedside cabinet.  I brought out my trusty blue vibrator/dildo but left my only other “toy”, a butt-plug, in place — next time, I thought.  When I rolled back up onto the bed he was kneeling next to my mouth and I was on my side.  He told me to suck his cock and I placed his nice thick brown cock into my hungry mouth and tingled when I felt it grow.  He turned on the vibrator and started massaging my already wet, satisfied pussy, slowly at first then harder, until I found it more and more difficult to concentrate on licking and sucking his cock.  Then he shoved the vibe into my cunt and began fucking me, hard.  I completely lost it.  I didn’t care if the police were called, I was bucking my hips onto his hand/vibe motion, and moaning, groaning, an ohmigawding at decibels this shy girl usually never climbs.  I was also biting his thigh and hitting his back and ass with my closed fist until I came for the third time that day.

As I was trying to catch my breath I looked up into his dark chocolate eyes and smiled — he looked mighty smug — and, I must say, he had a right to be!

I’ve had such an amazing weekend with my friends, Hubman and Veronica.  Hanging out with their kids, eating some amazing food (honestly, Veronica is probably the best cook I’ve ever met), the strip club thing and the trip into Boston, has been perfect.  I really love these guys.  It’s amazing how comfortable you can be around your good friends and people that care about you, no matter what.

While I was here, there was a little bubble in my head with Stephen’s beautiful face and voice in it.  He was in my mind, a bit - hopefully, enjoying every sight, smell and feeling I was having.  I felt very sexy thinking about him.

I teased him, on Saturday night, by asking what hotel he was staying in.  And perhaps he would be interested in a midnight visit?  He texted me back, “PLEASE tell me you are here!”  Naturally, I wasn’t, but it sounded like he would have been happy if I was.  That was enough for me.

I am one of those women who can dance my ass off in front of tons of people, in a dance club, or fuck my friends in front of everyone at a swing club. Three short words can sum it up.  I’M NOT SHY!  At all. 

I can chat up just about anyone.  But put me in a strip club, and I’m a fucking puss.  I get stiff and nervous.  I don’t know what it is.  I love the music.  I love the pretty girls.  I love to watch girls with real dance skills.  I love to watch the stupid guys that think these women really want to date them.  But I cannot approach a stripper, look at a stripper or talk to a stripper.  It completely freaks me out.  It goes against ALL of my inate instincts.  What the fuck is my problem?  This should be Mecca for me.  But no.

Last night, Hubman and Veronica were gracious enough to take me to their favorite strip club.  There were lots of pretty girls and some girls that I felt like I could pick on for one thing or another (yes, I AM that girl).  Lots of strippers with natural tits – which was refreshing to see.  One in particular, with long dark hair, a killer body, real boobs and an incredibly sexy look on her face, was on stage and I couldn’t stop looking at her.  I wanted to put her in my purse and take her back to Atlanta with me.  Apparently, they don’t like you doing that, though.   She actually had dancing skills too which made her even more attractive.  Hubman and Veronica asked if I wanted to get a lap dance from her – my response was, “noooooooooo, no, no, no!!”  See.  I’m a fucking puss!

The rest of the broads were not that hot or sexy so we decided to go home and get Veronica to dance for me instead!!!

She was wearing these ASS KICKIN’ shoes (that are magically going to disappear when I leave) and a gorgeous dress.  Sitting on the sofa, dollar bills in my hand, she began her dance with her newly acquired stripper skills (from the Vegas trip).  Sista can dance!  Rolling her back, bending down looking through her gorgeous legs at us, rubbing her hot ass on my chest.  Time for a tip!  Come and get this dollar bill with your teeth, baby!  (Go see Hubman’s post for the pic.)

The dancing progressed into the bedroom…where the clothes came off and the dancing continued.  Watching Veronica’s beautiful back, from the side of the bed, was amazing.  I have learned the art of enjoying the unexpected parts of people’s bodies…and it has opened my eyes to new sensuality.

Next thing I know, my shirt is off, my panties are off and my skirt is hiked up around my waist.  Of course, the naughty boots were left on for effect.  Between Veronica’s hot-ass berry colored, rose shoes and the shiny, dominatrix, naughty boots, what do you think happened next?

By now, most of our friends have heard about me flying up to Massachusetts to surprise my friend, Veronica, for her birthday.  Her husband, Hubman, and I have been plotting this for a few months now.  It’s been kinda fun telling her that I can’t come up there due to finances, kid stuff, etc., knowing it was a total scam!  Ha!

Hubman picked me up at the airport and we made the laborious trek back to their house – Friday afternoon, Boston traffic SUCKS!  It took us forever…yikes.

We stopped and picked up some supper and  popped in the door, much to Veronica’s surprise.  I have to say, seeing her gorgeous smile tickled my innerds!   I got to meet their children and they are precious, to say the least.  DB warmed up to me immediately but PP took a little while longer.  We sat around the table, enjoying a couple of beers and some wings (quite yummy) and got to catch up and finally look at each other in person – the first time for Veronica and me since JANUARY!  It was so great to see them and just sit and talk.

We put the supper away, grabbed a glass of wine and plopped down on the couch.  Not wanting the kids to see the gentle cuddle-touching that normally goes on when the kids aren’t around, I found a comfy place next to DB.  He was showing me all of his rockin’ Nintendo DS moves.  After he donned his jammies and his decidedly, Hugh Hefner-ish, robe.  He cuddled up next to me.  I’m just tickled that he is comfortable enough with me to get that cuddly, but then he rests his head against my right boob.  Next thing I know, he is nuzzling my boob.  I suppose it was THAT comfortable.  (I mentioned this to Hubman and Veronica, later, and they laughed and said, “smart boy.”)

The kids were off to bed and now it was time for the grownups to cuddle.  I slide up in the corner of the sofa with my head on Hubman’s lap.  Veronica sits down next to him and holds my hand.  This is perfect.  Wait!  There’s more!  Red Velvet cupcakes!  I know….you probably said the same thing I did….SHUT UP!  A little bit of nibbling on the cupcakes and some wine, it is time for a quick freshening and some bed time.

Mmmmmm….bed time.

The three freshly freshened friends (killer alliteration, huh?) retired to bed.  The ladies reaquainted themselves with each other’s bodies – beautiful breasts, smooth-sweet smelling skin, amazingly sweet pussies.  Much joy was had by both…it’s been so long since Veronica and I have been together…it has been a long time coming.

Hubman and Veronica have a birthday rule – whatever you want – however you want it.  Veronica wanted Hubman to fuck her really hard and then cum on her stomach and have me clean her up.  While Hubman was giving Veronica her perfect birthday gift, I was watching the incredible connection between them and pleasuring myself.  It makes me happy to see people who really care about each other, be together.  It’s so fucking hot.  Watching them made me cum 2 or 3 times before Hubman was ready to give her his treat. 

I rolled over and licked Veronica’s belly clean and then kissed her sweetly. 

What a way to end the day.

Miss November 2009 Kelly Brooke Thompson sure has some perseverance. After making the cut as a finalist in our search for Miss January 2009—the 55th Anniversary Playmate—the Texas cutie wasn’t chosen. But, lo and behold, a little less than a year later, Kelley is our Playmate of the Month! Expect her tweets to get a bit crazier once her pictorial is published later this month.
Sample Tweets
“A girl came into my wrk today with a playboy purse..what what representin”
“Today my plans r work this morning, come home clean house, go jogging, then get ready to bartend tonight..busy huh”
“Just went to the lake with my hunny we had a good time together it’s soooo hot n Texas today”
“Doin my hair and makeup for tonights midsummer party, will post a pic when I’m done “

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Hank is a man that I have been seeing for about a year now.  We met via Craig’s List.  I know.  I know.  It’s seedy, at best.  But I was very careful…and it took forever for us to meet.  Lots of emails back and forth – pictures – phone calls…then we had supper…and it was all over…we really clicked.  But he is married and wasn’t seeing me with permission.  We saw each other regularly for months.  Sometimes in hotels.  Sometimes on his boat.  Sometimes at his house when his wife went to Texas to see her daughter.  It was always amazing.  He is an amazing cook – an amazing lover – an amazing friend.  I hate to see him go.

But it was time.  Our friendship/relationship had run its course.  In the Spring, I realized that I had feelings for him, but wouldn’t DARE tell him anything about it.  We just didn’t have that kind of relationship.  Then I met more new boys and, well, it started to fizzle.  He didn’t have much time for me – due to work.  And I didn’t have much time for him because my sex life was rockin’ hard, at that point.  Selfish?  Sure.  But that’s the way it was.

I got involved with another man or two, over the course of the Spring/Summer, and Hank fell off of the radar.  Not really something I planned or really thought about.  It just happened.

When he, very recently, wanted to spend the weekend with me, on his boat, with his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend, it just didn’t get me excited.  Nothing.  In fact, I wanted to get out of it.  I wanted to spend time with someone else.  Again, selfish?  Yep.

I texted him and told him that I needed to talk to him.  “Please call me when you can.”

He texted back, after about an hour, “I know what you are going to say.  I’m ok with it.  I care about you and I’ll miss you.”  Wow.  Sixth sense at work, here.  I felt empty.  A little sad.  A little relieved.  A little…I don’t know…I still can’t put my finger on the emotion that I felt. 

But he’s gone…by my choice.

Sometimes there is too much going on.  Way too much.  I have profiles on three different swinger websites.  I have two profiles on my favorite one – one for me and one for Stephen and me.    My life is way too busy right now to support all three sites.  I have decided to delete my profiles on two of the sites and stick with my favorite.  Between my friends and  Stephen’s and my new friends, one site is more than enough.

I have existing friends.  Ones that I have had for some time, Trooper Boy,  Guitar Boy, Hank (whom I broke up with, this week …another post later this week), Veronica, Hubman, Gina, Chris, Rick, Supercock, Paige (my super girlfriend)…and want to keep.  There is no need for me to meet new people, right now – as a single.  I have really good friends.  And very little time.  I have been burning the candle at both ends lately.  It has been KILLING me.  I have spent two days in the freakin’ bed, trying to catch up on sleep.  I fell asleep, on Saturday, after spending 4 or 5 days meeting people, hauling my kids here and there and spending the night with Stephen, at 6:30 p.m.  I slept until 11:00 a.m. the next morning.  I was mother-fucking exhausted.  I’m still making up for it.  But it’s bedtime…and I’m off to bed…alone (yippee!!).

I have decided to narrow my life down to the important and the relevant parts.  It’s tough.  But when you are motivated to keep your mental and physical health in alignment, it becomes paramount. 

Thank goodness, I have a knight in the sea of sleepiness.

ISP, Sugar!