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Sinful Sunday – Post show

Well, I finally got the pics from our burlesque show. Unfortunately, because of the position of the photographer and my position within the show, there weren’t any good ones of me while actually performing. Either I was blocked or the angle was just wrong. However, after the show there was a great photo of me and Roland…

Have I ever mentioned how much Roland looks like Guy Fawkes?
(He’s not actually wearing a mask. It’s ‘shopped on!)
Posted in participation with Sinful Sunday, hosted by Molly’s Daily Kiss.
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TMI Tuesday – The Sexiest Thing

The Sexiest Thing

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Before I answer any of these, let me apologize. These are fantastic questions and at any other time, they would have completely different answers. But right now, everything has been eclipsed by Saturday night’s play party. I still haven’t come down from that high yet. 🙂

1. What is the sexiest thing you’ve done in the last two months?
Performing in a burlesque routine in front of a crowd of 100 people consisting of loved ones, friends, and complete strangers at Saturday night’s play party.

2. What is the sexiest thing you’ve worn in the last 30 days?
The black corset, black lacy panties, black garter belt, and black thigh-high stockings I wore for my burlesque routine at Saturday night’s play party.

3. What is the sexiest thing you’ve watched in the last 30 days?
All of the sights from Saturday night’s play party.

4. What is the sexiest thing you’ve heard in the last two weeks?
All of the sounds from Saturday night’s play party.

5. What is the sexiest thing you’ve said in the last 24 hours?
I can’t wait for you to fuck my face. And I wish you could’ve been at Saturday night’s play party.

Bonus: Tell us or show us something sexy.
To compensate for my repetitive answers above, here is a picture of my boobs taken just now (which my cube neighbor almost totally busted me taking!!!).

It’s also Titty Tuesday, right?
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Happy TMI Tuesday!

Exactly what I needed

Saturday night I went to the best play party I have ever attended. Wow.

It was a holiday party for one of my local FetLife groups and it was a relatively fancy event. It was held at a local restaurant and we had a delicious buffet dinner. During the last part of dinner we had a show that included an award and title-winning local female impersonator (drag queen), an award and title-winning male illusionist (drag king), and a burlesque performance that included yours truly.
For our first performance, we did a routine to “Hanky Panky” by Madonna. For our second performance, which was the show finale, we used a two song medley that was the first half of “Express” and the second half of “Show Me How You Burlesque” by Christina Aguilera from the movie Burlesque. For the most part, we followed the same choreography as in those videos, especially “Hanky Panky”. For Express-Show Me Burlesque, it was more of an “inspired by” routine. None of us had any prior dance experience, so we had to keep it simple. It was a blast.
Participating in this show was something that really pushed my limits and was way outside my comfort zone. I’ve done a lot of things in public that most other people would never dream of almost without batting an eye. Get naked? Get my ass beat? Get some hot wax thrown on me? Fuck, be fucked? Put my junk on a sex blog for all of the internet to see? Give a speech? Stand-up comedy? No problem! Try to dance and be sexy in front of a crowd of people I barely know??? ~sound of the needle being dragged off a record and then silence~ WHAT??? Nuh uh, no way.
I don’t talk about it often and it would probably be shocking to for most people who know me, but I have some body and self-confidence issues. It’s not that I necessarily dislike my body size or find it to be unattractive. But I tend to be very clumsy, I trip over my own feet (or nothing at all), and I don’t have a lot of rhythm. I can’t even do the Electric Slide, people! I’m also terribly out of shape. On top of all that, I am a perfectionist and my own worst critic. I can’t stand doing something if I can’t do it to my (unreasonably high) standards for myself. It’s something I’ve explained more thoroughly in my blog post about my first (and so far only) pole dance fitness class. (Sorry for the shameless self-promotion there, hehe.)
Participating in the show with these amazing ladies and getting such a wonderful reaction from the crowd was exactly the boost that I needed. I don’t think I’ll be coming down from this cloud for a long while. I can’t even being to thank them. There just aren’t enough words. I am forever in their debt.


After the show and a brief period of setup, the play party began. So much happened last night that it all seems kind of a hazy blur. There were many highlights, however. 
The first one being my time on the hot wax table. My love of hot wax is pretty thoroughly documented here on this blog. It was my gateway kink, for sure. I was waxed before I ever got the first smack from any implement. And my first experiences definitely set the bar. That was 15 years ago. I had a falling out with that waxer way back then and have been looking for someone to recreate the experience for a long time. I’ve never had a bad waxing, because almost all hot wax is good wax to me, but truly nothing has ever come close. Until Saturday night. Not only did my new friend meet the bar, she shot so far over that I can’t imagine anyone will ever break that pole-jump record. HOLY. FUCK. It was beyond a shadow of a doubt the most intense wax session I have EVER had. If I didn’t know any better, I would say I came at least 5 or 6 times. A spectator said that he just wanted to set up a sound recorder and forget ever watching porn again, because he could just listen to that instead. Her technique was just incomparable. And like Prince (not him in that link, but it’s an amazing performance by a tribute artist) said, “I can’t tell you what she did to me, but me body will never be the same.” I wish I could’ve taken a picture of what my hair and makeup looked like. Imagine a lion with raccoon eyes and you might have some clue.

The next wasn’t even a scene or anything. After the wax, I needed to sit down and try to get my head together again. Sitting at the table in only my panties, garter belt, and stockings, Roland started lightly running his fingers all over me and teasing my nipples. I was so extremely sensitized from the hot wax that barely 2 minutes had passed before I was moaning and writhing in the chair, calling all sorts of attention to myself. For approximately the next hour or so, I was teased and tortured by him and several passers-by. When it was over I was a giggling puddle of goo who could barely lift her head off the table. I was a hot mess, for sure.

Once I recovered from that, I had a very long conversation with a wonderful lady who will be opening a kink-friendly bar in the next few months. While not the same as having a local dungeon, she will be hosting once or twice monthly private play parties on a membership-only basis. I actually think that this is even better than having a local dungeon! I also discussed with her the possibility of having a meetup akin to (or part of?) Erotic Meet and Filthy Mouths and Evil Tongues! Who knows, maybe we’ll even get a regular burlesque show, too!

For a while after that I meandered around the party, excitedly watching so many hot scenes, and mingling with friends new and old.

The finale of the evening was a group scene including me, another sub, and at least two different tops. The other sub is a good friend of mine who’d been begging me for a beating for quite some time. She was tied to the Cross and I took turns with the other tops giving her smacks and swats. Then I spooned her against the cross while I got some whacks and floggings of my own. As I was getting my beating, I continued to play with her by torturing her nipples, dragging and digging my nails into her flesh, and biting her all over her neck, back, and shoulders. I had forgotten how much I like to bite and chew on others! When the top was done beating me, I stepped away to give her a thorough ass spanking with a paddle that I absolutely loathe, but she apparently loves, both because it hurts like a motherfucker. I can’t wait to see what her ass looks like today, because I can’t imagine it’s not purple. Her neck and shoulders as well, for that matter.

Roland’s paddle, with which I have a love/hate relationship.
He loves it, I hate it.

Sadly not long after that, it was time for the fun to end as it was closing time. I gathered up all of my things (which were strewn about from one end of the place to the other), said my goodbyes, and we headed out into the densly foggy night. Despite the damp chill of the night, I was warm and fuzzy from head to toe, inside and out. I was relaxed, nothing but contented sighs, smiles, and giggles.

On the way home we stopped for a yummy breakfast at IHOP that was probably the yummiest food I have ever had, including a gingerbread hot chocolate that was to die for! And blueberry pancakes. Mmmm…

The evening was capped with the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time. Roland fucked me hard while calling me his slut and his whore. I was so satisfied that I did not get up to do my nighttime toilette. I just rolled over with mussed hair, smeared makeup, stockings still on, and cum oozing from my pussy, and passed out.

I’ll tell you, there is no better high in life than the one that involves no substances at all, but that uses your body in all the ways it’s supposed to be used. Endorphins are my anti-drug. It was a perfect night from start to finish. And it was exactly what I needed.

Sinful Sunday – Pin-up

Last night, I performed with some other sexy ladies in a burlesque routine at our munch holiday play party.
While cameras and video were banned in general, an exception was made for the show only so that our performances could be captured. Unfortunately, I don’t have any of those photos yet, but hopefully I have them in time for next week’s post! So for now I’ll give you this burlesque-y photo from a shoot Roland and I did a while back.
Obligatory legs in the air pin-up pose
Tune in tomorrow for the HOT details of the play party! 😉
Posted in participation with Sinful Sunday, hosted by Molly’s Daily Kiss.
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Delectable Diva – part 3

(If you’re behind, you want to go here for part one, and here for part two)

I was full of anxious antici… PATION (sorry, couldn’t resist!) all day at work on Friday. I don’t think the day could have dragged on any longer. I was planning on ducking out at least half an hour early, but my supervisor was hovering in the parking lot having an after-hours conversation with a guy from another department. So instead I spent some time shopping for shoes online.  Since I was very disappointed at not getting a new outfit the night before, I thought I would compensate by picking up a new pair of shoes. Payless had a really cute pair of high-heeled Mary Janes that looked like they would go very well with the outfit I had planned.

Imagine my displeasure when I get there and see them in person, only to find out that the non-leather parts are this nappy fabric that would obviously pick up so much lint that they would soon be gray. In fact, the material reminded me of a lint brush! I am very particular about shoes and there wasn’t anything else in which I was interested, so I left and went home.
I’d been craving sushi for at least a week, so Roland and I headed over to my favorite sushi restaurant, Sushi Cafe. Their sushi is always very fresh and tasty, never fishy. Also the service has always been very prompt and friendly, in addition to the laid-back environment. I ordered my usuals: a dancing eel roll, a green dragon roll, a baby octopus nigiri, and a surf clam nigiri. Knowing what the night had in store, I also ordered some hot sake! Roland  is not really a big fan, but the waitress misunderstood that the sake was just for me, so she brought out the large, 2-person serving. Roland  did have one cup, but the rest was all mine. And gladly! We enjoyed our dinner and by the time we were done, I was feeling very warm and buzzy. The evening was off to a great start!
There were still a couple of hours to kill since we wouldn’t be meeting at the club until 10pm, so I surfed around the web for a bit until it was time to go shower and get ready. My lingering sake buzz helped me to not be so nervous. Also, I was chatting online with my girl, Jane, who decided that she wanted to come out and join us at the club as well. I knew our Diva wouldn’t mind, as she is of a friendly sort. Finally it was time to go shower and get ready.
After I got out of the shower, I took a bit of time to carefully apply my makeup. I was most self-conscious about this part of getting ready for a couple of reasons. Our Diva was a bona fide burlesque performer, so I knew she could do makeup to perfection. And I planned on wearing false eyelashes, something at which I’d heretofore been mostly unsuccessful. Amazingly enough, I got all of my makeup applied with almost zero frustration and outbursts or tears. That’s really a rare occurrence for me. I was extremely pleased with the results.
Now came the time to get dressed. The outfit I’d selected for the evening was a cute pink and black plaid skirt and corset top ensemble I’d picked up from Torrid forever ago along with some black lace-topped thigh-high stockings with bows and black lacy panties underneath. The final touch were some chunky black platform heels. I didn’t really do much with my hair except pin it up and back on both sides with little hair clips. I was ready to go.
Because I took so long getting ready, we were running about half an hour to 45 minutes late. We had no idea what time the supposed burlesque show was going to start, but most importantly, I felt bad about keeping our Diva waiting. Thankfully Roland  had texted her so that she would not be concerned that we were standing her up.  It was no surprise to me that when we found her inside, she was surrounded by a group of people. Upon looking up to see  Roland and I approaching, she beamed and quickly excused herself from the group to meet us halfway.
Had I recounted this evening a lot sooner after it happened, right here I would be able to describe in detail exactly what she was wearing. However, as time has faded some minor details of that night, all I can tell you is that she was gorgeous in mostly black, including a corset, skirt and thigh-high stockings with an adorable fascinator in her luxurious red hair. All of those details are eclipsed by what I have been unable to forget: her bright, dancing eyes; her exuberant smile with a hint of wickedness; and her big, infectious laugh.  Roland introduced us and we immediately embraced, which involved me bending down because she was a fair bit shorter than I, especially since I am naturally tall and was wearing platform heels while she was in flats. 
The three of us moved over to the bar, ordered drinks, and took seats on the bar stools so she and I could finally talk face-to-face. I was still nervous but completely captivated by her. We really didn’t get to chat for long because the show was about to begin. Once the show began, we left Roland at the bar to wait for Jane so we move to a better vantage point from which to watch. There were some booths on a raised platform across from the stage, so we grabbed one of those. Roland and Jane joined us only moments later.
The so-called burlesque show doesn’t really bear mentioning other than that is what gave us the opportunity to meet up with our Diva. The performances were lackluster and the hostess/MC was pretty drunk. I was actually embarrassed that it was all our town had to offer in the way of this form of entertainment, considering Diva actually performs in top-notch, real burlesque shows herself. But I think she got a kick out of it anyway.
After the show ended, they were playing our favorite 90s gothy dance songs, so she and I took to the dance floor for a bit. We danced for long enough to make us both flushed, a bit sweaty and very thirsty. We returned to our drinks, Roland and Jane in the booth. Right about then, the music changed and we all decided to move out to the patio for a change of scenery and to get some fresh air.
Outside, we could actually hear ourselves talk, so it gave Diva and I a chance to really talk. The more we talked, the more enamored with her I became. As it turns out, she and I shared a wealth of almost overlapping history and a mutual circle of friends due to the Rocky Horror Picture Show. It seems that I entered our local scene right about the time she was getting out of it. As with many things resulting from RHPS, I felt a bond being forged between us. I felt that the time for getting to know each other verbally was coming to a close because I could no longer resist the need to get to know her carnally.
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