Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I put so much love into this that it shows, and it turn, shows off my personality.
Before when I was a fledgling young performer, I couldn't get ass to save my life...now it's different. I get flirted with all the time, and I am humble about it but at the same time, revel in the feeling. It's an ego booster. I always make sure to thank each and every compliement, especially if it's towards my work. My work IS ME...if you want to get to know ME, you have to get to know my work.
There have been a few times where I could have bedded an audience member because of an act that I did, and although I never partook in such debauchery (was in a relationship most of the time) I've always kinda thought it a hot fantasy. A random stranger coming to a show, walking up to you afterwards and starts flirting, you two hit it off, and next thing you know...and invitation for an after show drink..and after a few drinks, another invite..one more seductive.
I've thought about this fantasy alot in my career. What it would be like or feel like to take home an audience member. How would I feel the morning after...would it take away from the burlesque fantasy that I have created....what consequences would occur from it.
Sometimes women get too intimidated by me when I'm "N" and others want to make out with me in bathroom stalls. There is that rockstar persona that I have grown to love at my shows, and I love to entertain the audience...they DESERVE to be entertained!!!!!
I was thinking about writing some burlesque erotica...maybe for Best Sex Bloggers..who knows...but it's definately a thought that has crossed my mind...and maybe cross my bedroom one day.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Hey everyone, new and old readers alike this blog will be moving!
Moving where you ask?
to it's OWN domain
Go to www.thevaginaadventures.com!
Monday, November 10, 2008
I really like this idea from Sweltering Celt, also having so many people contribute just a few sentences and share themselves in the community is an amazing thing all together.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
I have many fetishes from your typical foot fetish to an extravagant fetish for latex clothing. While my clothing fetish has broken the bank in recent years, I do have to say that one fetish of mine in particular comes at no price at all.
Readers, I must confess....I have a BF, otherwise known as a "Butt Fetish"
The power of a supreme ass cannot be describe in words. It must be looked upon. The allure of that beautiful shape must be worshipped, licked, bitten, and caressesed. The roundness, the softness, the juicy tenderess of a perfect ass is magicial, even otherworldly.
If you have ever been near me, even in a small capacity, I have to admit that I probably checked out your booty. I'm very critical of the ass, making remarks such as..ooooh that's too flat..bummer or WOW look at the SHEER SIZE OF IT!
The bigger, the better for me. Once I almost lost my composure on the N train going to Astoria on an extremely crowded train when this woman ranging from a size 20 or 22 boarded the train at 14th street. I was standing there with my friend almost squishing each other like sardines in a can when all of a sudden I felt something brush up against my hip. I turned to see who it was and there behold the biggest most magnificent ass I have ever seen. It was like a shelf of ass, like you could put pictures of your family and some candles on it. There could be a fireplace underneath it as the family sits around it on a cold winter's night. I heard chantings and triumphant sounding music in my head, as if the heavens were shining down on it. A warm yellow glow encompassed the ass, almost making it look holy.
I must have had the wierdest look on my face because all of a sudden my friend's uproaring laughter woke me up out of my trance. My face probably turned bright red at that point as I sheepishly turned away and tried to start a random conversation with her still laughing at me all the while still trying to stare. She ended up getting over a few stops later and I resumed normaility.
It's these types of reactions that would start as early as my childhood that led me to believe there is something about that body part that particularly peaks my interest. The more lovers and relationships I partook in, the more feedback about my fetish were revealed to me through conversations with them. It's funny how I never realized it growing up.
I really don't know what to call this new girl that I am getting to know right now. All my friends are busting on me calling her my "girlfriend", but i start to feel squeamish whenever that word is mentioned, partly due to the fact that I'm still feeling this one out and I'm afraid of rushing.
Though I have mentioned it before, and I will probably mention it again and again and again, but she has the most fantastic, asstastic ass EVER!!!!! She let me have what i like to call "Quality Ass Time" or QAT for short. For 10 minutes, I got to spank, squeeze, bite and massage it. I mean her ass isn't why I'm coming back to her, it's all about her fantastic personality, but the ass is definately a bonus! Not to mention the fact that she is an amazing kisser whose lips I could taste for hours.
Although I may be an intellectual lover, or just plain out nerd, I still have my quirks, or my "fetishes". Though if it's legal and consentual, I say explore them and celebrate them instead of repressing them. Celebrate the ass rather than cover it up, and remember to always use lube!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Pleasing my mistress
That’s what fuels me inside
Spending hours creating works of art
Wanting her to approve
Hoping that she will like it
She opens it up
I grow nervous at her reaction
She makes a slight remark
And I am crushed
Sometimes I would like to be in control for once.