Monday, June 29, 2015


The other day, i have made a beautiful discovery within my deep personal erotism..

I have always been found of dirty talk, from mild to harsh, depending on my mood.... but i have never though this type of word would actually trigger me.
If you want to make me come hard, being a master of the slow escalation of dirtiness in words is key.... and many time, calling me your slut or whore at that perfect moment, will be the ultimate magic word to make me scream.

And yet... he tied it differently.... and it worked just as well.

He call me his Queen.

And i felt it, inside me: him saying it and getting even bigger in side me, and me: overwhelmed by the physical and emotional compliment.

I liked that i liked it.
I kept the inner smile all week.

I am his Queen.

Sunday, June 28, 2015


All penises come in different shapes, tastes and sizes. That is a beautiful thing. As we, women, are just as diverse.

The Kamasutra has classified both our sexual organs in 3 categories to simplify art and techniques... but the discovery is always a heart beating event to me.
Now I have my preferences when it comes to grooming, shapes, angles, circumcision...
But I have recently discovered one thing i am not fond of: saggy balls.

Balls, like breasts, are subject to gravity. And depending on your lifestyle and their weight, you should probably realize that you need to give them appropriate support if you don't want them to slowly and permanently move closer to the ground.

Although i do love the sweet smacking of one's balls on my ass while he is fucking me, i do not love trying to gather all of the skin in order to get to your balls. By that time, i will loose my "appetite" to put them and their giant pocket in my mouth. Sorry.

Beauty in general, is not a question of one type of shape, one precise element... is is a matter of the elegance of balance between things (whether it is facial features, body, architectures... or a dick and balls.)

My men, take better care you your lovely balls please.