The term “classic” is used frequently–perhaps too frequently–in describing a movie, book, car, etc, but what does “classic” really mean? How many things actually deserve the designation “Classic?”

According to the dictionary, something is a classic if it serves as a standard for excellence, or is enduring, authentic and authoritative. I’ve been a professional Domme for 10 years. I’ve conducted approximately 5000 sessions. I keep up on all the latest trends in BDSM. I know all the current hot topics of fetish. I keep my dungeon stocked with all the best and brightest toys for fantasy play. I know my business and my business is bringing men to their knees. There are lots of women out there who claim it is their business, too, but how authoritative can someone be with something as complex and personal as sexuality when they are in their 20’s? How enduring and authentic can someone be when they have just begun to explore BDSM themselves? Sexual submission is safest and most fulfilling when submitting to someone who can teach while they dominate, not with someone who is learning as they go.

I inspire submission. I take joy from receiving the gift of groveling and am adept at giving the gift of orgasm. I set a standard for excellence. I endure. I am authentic. I positively ooze authority.

And what is classic Dom Dominique? When all is said and done–when all the fads are pushed aside and all the technology is shut off–what is the most enduring image left behind? That of a commanding woman with a deliciously dominant streak. Kitten with a whip? More like Goddess with an Attitude.

Behold the possibilities:

Joe is a classic kind of guy. He likes his submission to involve a healthy serving of body worship with a side of discipline and a little slice of anal play for dessert. He likes to keep it simple. He enjoys being on his knees or on his back for most of the session. He loves the feel of leather and flesh–soft, smooth, heavenly flesh–against his tongue. He gets annoyingly aroused by high heels grinding into his balls. A ruler smacking his ass takes him to the border of giddiness. And the agonizingly wonderful burn from a strap-on squeezing into his hole makes him damn near come. Permission from Mistress at just the right time and Joe finishes the party with a big old grin and one last mess to clean up.

Come make your own mess.  Party favors provided.

“So, what is ’sex’ for lesbians, anyway? I mean, neither of you have a dick, so it’s not like you can really fuck. You just haven’t been fucked by the right dick yet.”

You know, you’re right, guy who still high-fives and wears Ed Hardy shirts. Obviously we dykes can’t have “real” sex. “Real” sex requires use of your giant cock. You describe “sex” as the act of penetration. And even though I can penetrate a woman using other methods, and probably find her G-spot more quickly and efficiently than you can, I’m not having real sex with her. It’s ‘cause I can’t cum in her butt crack, isn’t it? Don’t be shy…you know that’s your jizz-catching area of choice…usually ‘cause you’re fucking her doggy-style…or you just have it in her asshole…I’m not insinuating you’re a closet homo or anything. Your protein shake is ready.

As stated by Jenny Schecter, in Showtime’s The L Word, “The primary sex act for women involves giving one’s partner the best and most mind-blowing orgasm.” With that said, “sex” could be anything from watching your partner fly solo with her vibrator, to fucking her with a strap-on. Penetration is usually encouraged, but not necessary. Some of us, however, get our rocks off simply by “topping” our lovers. We don’t necessarily want anything in return; we just want to make our ladies cum. Hard. And often.

So to answer your question, Broseph, pleasuring a woman with my mouth isn’t just “oral,” it’s sex. And penetrating her with my hand isn’t just “fingering” her, it’s sex. And using a dildo or strap-on with her isn’t “pretending to have a dick,” it’s sex. We’re not fucking each other because we haven’t met you yet, we’re fucking each other because we like to fuck women. It’s okay, honey…I’d be jealous of my black 9-inch too.

August 31, 2009

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One of the best ways to spice up your sex life is to re-enact a sexual scenario. Whether it’s a fantasy thats been in your head for ages or if it’s something you once saw in a porno. To clarify, there is nothing to be ashamed about for watching porn or x-rated material. If you’re a conservative prick then don’t watch it and you probably wouldn’t be reading my blog anyway! Now back to the point. Watching porn with your partner can be such a turn on, you can sense each other getting more and more turned on and then unleash that animalistic lust upon each other. You can even re-enact scenes or moves that you have just seen.  I have bought and edited lots of porn material for my ex-lovers and not once has it failed to ignite a crazy animalistic sex session. Find out what your partner likes, whether it’s blondes, brunettes, bondage, girl-on-girl, strap on, gangbangs or regular old missionary sex, just find out what pushes hes buttons and start watching and re-enacting. Personally, men love lesbians and strap on and some of the best reactions I have ever had was with Jenna Jameson videos (yes she is a bit of a cliche lesbian porn star but SOME of her videos are really good - she knows how to use a strap on like a real man). Briana Banks is also very good too.

He sits in darkness, listening to the steady thud of the pump within his chest. He’s completely naked, and the base of the leather seat is finally warming against his buttocks. He tests himself against the bonds lashing him to the chair, but the knots at his wrists and his ankles have been tied with great care and precision. There are a few millimetres of slack, but only enough to frustrate him. After a while, he surrenders to his captivity.

He hears footsteps approaching the bedroom door. It swings open, but the light on the landing has been switched off, so he sees nothing. He hears someone step inside the room, and the door clicks shut.

“Ready?” says a woman’s voice.

He knows that she’s not speaking to him. There’s a piece of duct tape sealing his mouth shut.

“Yes,” another female voice answers.

A table lamp clicks on, instantly illuminating the room in warm light. The two women stand before him; one of them is blonde, the other is auburn. They’re both attired in corsets that caress and enhance the sensuous curves of their bodies. The blonde’s corset is jet black, with pleated edging along the top and bottom of the bodice. The redhead’s corset is a rich burgundy, with heavy black lacing across her full bust and the tops of her thighs. Both are wearing suspenders and black nylon stockings, and stiletto-heeled shoes. Neither of them is wearing panties.

The women are also both wearing masks. The blonde’s is an ornate masquerade mask, held in place by a piece of ivory ribbon tied behind her head. The redhead’s is a simpler affair, a plain black domino mask, secured with black silk.

“Do you like what you see?” the blonde asks.

“Are you excited by what’s before you?” the redhead enquires.

He nods.

“Then we’ll begin,” they say in perfect unison.

The blonde steps forward. She draws her perfectly manicured nails across his skin – down his back and his arms, across the tops of his shoulders and over his chest. She drags them along his belly and the tops of his thighs, never pressing too hard, never causing pain. He can barely see where she’s been, but he can feel. By the time she stops, his skin is afire with the sensation.

His cock is very hard now, the glans vivid in its fierce redness. He wants the women to marvel at his length, his girth. He wants them to become wet at the sight of him, to yearn to feel its weight in their hands, to feel its thickness filling them.

The blonde, however, pays his manhood no attention. Her nails deliberately avoided it, and now she turns away from him to where her companion stands watching and kisses her slowly, thoroughly.

The sight of their mouths waxing and waning together only makes him harder, needier.

The blonde returns, leading the redhead by the hand. With his ankles secured to the chair legs, his thighs are already spread wide. They kneel between his open legs, their gazes alternating between his face and his loins.

“He has a beautiful cock,” the blonde says. “I’ll give him that.”

“I’ve always enjoyed it,” the redhead responds.

The blonde draws a single fingernail along the underside of his shaft. His cock twitches, and he shudders uncontrollably.

“He likes that,” the redhead sighs.

“He’ll like our mouths even more.” The blonde leans forward and runs her tongue along the very same path her fingernail charted. He shudders again at the sensation of wet velvet against his shaft. The redhead leans into him as well, her tongue caressing the skin between his balls as the blonde’s tongue swirls across his glans.

Oh fuck, he thinks. He tries saying it as well, but the tape sealing his mouth shut prevents him from doing anything beyond muttering incomprehensibly.

Now they lick his shaft in unison, the blonde on one side, the redhead on the other, alternating their strokes, one going up as the other comes down. Occasionally, they break off to kiss one another in the same languid fashion as their tongues collide upon him. Then they begin the pleasuring again, painting his hard flesh with their warm saliva.

He can scarcely believe what he’s seeing, what he’s feeling.

The blonde withdraws and stands up. The redhead remains where she is, sucking gently upon his balls in turn, as her dainty hand works up and down his length. The blonde stands next to his right thigh, facing away from him. She looks down at the redhead.

“Do you mind?” she asks.

“Not at all.”

The blonde straddles his thighs, still facing away from him. She squats slightly, lowering herself until her sex is just above the head of his cock. The redhead smiles lasciviously. Still holding him by the shaft, she uses him to tease the blonde, working his cockhead back and forth along the blonde’s cleft. She feels very, very wet to him. He can feel her flesh parting, opening, as he’s drawn towards the portal to her cunt. The desire to thrust forward, to embed himself within her, is immense, but he can’t move at all. Those knots were tied carefully for a good reason.

The redhead begins to use his cockhead against the blonde’s clitoris; she moves it lightly, quickly, across the sensitive nub. He can barely feel the contact, but he knows that it exists. He can tell from the way the blonde is writhing over him, little sighs of pleasure escaping from between her pursed lips.

“I can’t stand this anymore,” she whimpers.

“Then don’t,” the redhead says.

He feels his cockhead being positioned before the entrance to the blonde’s sex once more. This time, she doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease. She lowers herself slowly, taking him inside her. She doesn’t stop until her thighs rest against his, and his cock is fully immersed in the heat and the wetness of her silken flesh.

“Oh, yes,” she cries out softly. “Oh, yes.”

She begins to rise and fall over his length, slowly at first, her pace quickening more swiftly than he had expected. The teasing has evidently affected her as much as it has him. She grips one of his thighs with one hand, whilst she presses the other against her clit. He can feel the tips of her fingers against the underside of his shaft as she frantically pleasures herself.

“Fuck, I’m coming already,” she cries out, and her body convulses as her orgasm passes through her.

She climbs off him, stepping to one side on legs that look distinctly unsteady. She looks down at the redhead, who has done nothing but watch since the blonde mounted him.

“I know why you’ve always enjoyed his cock,” the blonde says in a voice that is close to trembling.

The redhead smiles, but says nothing. Instead, she leans forward again, and his cock is suddenly engulfed by her mouth. She greedily laps and sucks at his hard flesh, and he knows that she is relishing the taste of the other woman’s lust.

His head falls back on his shoulders as he surrenders himself to the pleasures of her insistent mouth. Then he hears the noise of a drawer sliding open, and he looks to see the blonde withdrawing something from the bedside cabinet. She steps into the harness and eases it up her legs. The harness is fashioned from leather; at the centre of the pad that sits over her loins is a long, smooth phallus. Both the harness and the phallus are as jet black as her corset.

She secures the harness in place, then walks back towards him. The phallus bobs hypnotically as she walks. She stops next to him and takes hold of the tape across his mouth. She yanks suddenly, tearing it away from his skin, setting fire to the nerve endings in his face.

She grips his chin and lifts his face towards hers. Her eyes are fiercely slitted.

“She’s sucking you,” she says. “Now you suck me.”

She presses the phallus towards his mouth. He tries to turn his face away, but the grip on his chin is strong.

“Do it,” she says. “Or the pleasure ends right now.”

He flirts with the idea of telling her to keep her pleasure, but when he glances down at the redhead, she is watching him intently, waiting for his reaction. As their eyes meet, she nods, almost imperceptibly.

The blonde presses the phallus to his lips. It’s cold against his mouth, the taste and the aroma both unappetizingly synthetic. He lets her penetrate him, the smooth silicone slipping over his tongue. He feels compromised, sordid, but he can see how much it excites the blonde to see him sucking her cock whilst the redhead is sucking his.

After a while, she withdraws and walks around behind the redhead. She kneels down, her hands running over the redhead’s full buttocks. The blonde watches his face as she slips her hands between the redhead’s thighs, and the redhead’s mouth stiffens around his shaft as the blonde penetrates her with her fingers. The blonde makes a show of lifting her glistening fingers to her own mouth and savouring the redhead’s juices.

“Delicious,” she says, and the man’s mouth waters at the memory of the exquisite taste.

The blonde shuffles closer behind the redhead, holding the gleaming black phallus in one hand, easing it forward. Again, the redhead’s mouth stiffens around his shaft as the blonde penetrates her. The blonde grips the redhead about the waist, pulling her back onto her long strokes.

The redhead moans softly against his flesh, over and over and over as the blonde fucks her sensually, savagely. Eventually, her mouth has to relinquish its hold upon him. She continues to hold his shaft in one hand, her free hand snaking between her thighs so that she can plunder her clitoris; the blonde smiles triumphantly as the redhead presses herself back to meet each powerful thrust.

The redhead rests the side of her damp face against one of his thighs. “Fuck yes!” she cries. “Yes, yes, yes!” Her hand works his flesh absently, sporadically, as she loses herself in her own gratification, as her consciousness is consumed by the fires of her flesh.

Gradually, the blonde stops, withdraws, gets back to her feet. She rubs her hand along the length of her glistening shaft, parodying every man she’s ever witnessed performing the same act. He thinks it looks bizarre, and yet it’s still strangely erotic.

“It’s good,” she says in a low voice. “But it’s a poor substitute for the sensation of real, hard flesh.”

And as though she’s been commanded, the redhead gets unsteadily to her feet and straddles his thighs without a word. Unlike the blonde, she chooses to face him, and as she slowly lowers herself onto him, she kisses him lingeringly, passionately, her tongue teasing and provoking his own. She tastes faintly of cock.

He opens his eyes and looks past her shoulder. The blonde has stripped off her harness and is lying on the bed, her fingers caressing the rich lips of her smoothly waxed sex as she watches the redhead rising and falling over his flesh. He looks deep into her liquid eyes, trying to divine what other sensual adventures she is already feverishly fermenting.

Okay, I have to admit that I have had a pretty tame sex life. Kink with my husband is rolling ‘love dice’. Exciting, I know. It was a huge deal when I bought a vibrator and he watched me pleasure myself with it. Most of the “tricks” I’ve learned have been from my affairs and then I come home and go “oh hey, I heard about this position, let’s try it”.

Anal has never been anything I’ve ever wanted to try. Sure, I like my anus played with and I’ll finger a lovers, but to have a cock shoved up it, I don’t know? But, almost every reply I have gotten from Craig’s List asks if I do anal? Am I really missing something? Is it that good? One of the guys from CL wants to use a double strap on with me. This intimidates me. I don’t want to be a prude…I’m not! But some of these things are a little overwhelming. Any suggestions or advice? What are some other things  I should be exploring?

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Who doesn’t know “Lost” and it’s amazing hot Canadian star Evangeline Lilly ?

Well, I watched this part of her interview on YouTube and cut some good parts. First she tells how she drunk her boyfriends urine by mistake, mentioning that he wasn’t that big.

The other part is even hotter. She was talking about another boyfriend who was so handyman. He used to let her fixing the car and other stuff. So when the host asked her why?
Her answer was “cum worthy” she said that she wore the strapon.

Turn your imagination on guys and picture her with it dangling over her sexy west.

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Mr. Fucking Perfect,

It’s kinda disgusting to me how I want to be inside you when you put on some music that I want to get lost in.  It’s kinda fucking disgusting that I want to get a ’strap on’ reserved for my girlfriend, and make love to you.  I want to consume you and I’m not quite sure how.  I want to have a penis so I can explore you with it… Not rape you like I want to do to my GF’s, but just to get inside you.  It’s disgusting to me how far down the scale of bitter sweet S&M I want to go with you, which is not a thought, but a reaction you make me have.

Your “perfect” goes beyond what I expect from any human other than myself.  Even there, you’re a ‘Over Achiever’ which passes me up with skill and application in the real world.  You make my mouth water to the point of drooling onto your hand that is wrapped around my neck pressing into me the fact of your owning me.  You have the power to make me wet in both my mouth and my pussy and at the same time make my ass hole perk up to give your dick a big warm kiss.  Every hole wants to have you inside it.  I want perfection all over my face when your done and you’ve handled your business with my body.

Mr.Fucking Perfect you ware out my mind.  I await the day our adventure takes it to the next level and wares out my body.   I love the charisma you have on my thinking, and the invitation to be myself, truly vulnerable and independently strong.  My mind is like clay around you, and it is safe to be so.  It is possible to be like clay with other men, they always encourage it…   Those men do it so they can mold it like clay, with perversion, persuasion and manipulation…  Mr.Perfect, you want to see it displayed and working, even if it is against you in some way.   You find joy in watching it become what it is meant to become.

Mr. Fucking Perfect, I have Spiritual lust for you right now.  It may fade and I may move on. However, I say this knowing the uniqueness of your character and mind. Knowing what a slim chance I would have in finding another Mr.Perfect again. I know I may not find one of your caliber.  For a man to have the ability to hold friendship in the highest regard, over sexual exploration, is very rare.  I believe it is rare to find in anyone, man or woman.  The next time I am getting fucked, I will think of you.  When you fuck me I will think of nothing else, but you.

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Hello world!

So this post will officially pop my blogging cherry so I’m hoping for the best.

A good story to start with is my candy wrapper adventure. So I go to Bryn Mawr College and there is a tradition related to pretty much everything. One of them is that you have to skinny dip in the cloisters (basically, a big fountain that supposedly Katherine Hepburn skinny dipped in) before you graduate. So a couple of friends and I decided to swim in the cloister but in a bathing suit. The whole evening began pretty G rated, my friends frolicking in the fountain while I sat on the edge splashing. It was precious to say the least.

As we got up, one of my friends trips on something on the ground. I looked to see what I thought was a candy wrapper and maybe a black tote bag. Being the good citizen that I am, decide to pick it up. Just as I had picked what I thought was a candy wrapper and bag, my friend shone the light of her cell phone on it revealing that it was actually a … strap on dildo.

Now let me say a few things about this strap on. First off, the poor thing lived a hard life. It looked like someone had beaten the crap out of it. Second, it was small. Why buy a small strap on? If I had one, it would be the size of a baby’s arm! I would not waste my money on something the size of my hand, I would want something that made people gasp when I whipped it it out. I would be so gangsta! Third, it was wet? Why… actually I don’t want to know. And finally world, who would leave it?! I did some research and those things are really expensive. There has be some sort of dildo exchange program or maybe a recycling method that would have been a better way to get rid of it.

Now in my defense of mistaking a strap on for a candy wrapper, it was dark and for whatever reason I interpreted the veins as crinkles on a wrapper.But, despite my flawless logic, apparently people seemed to feel that this should have been obvious.