"Mine Goes To 11." :)

 

 

I loaded this photo because...well just look at him...that's why.  :)

 

 

Remind me again why we have to cover our "flopping saggy" breasts?  :)

 

 

The fear mongering paranoid racists over at Fox News would report this as....

"Muslim attacks four British youth!"

Queening Chairs versus Smother Boxes.

 (This is a repost refresher. There will be a test. Fear not...it will be an oral test only. )

 

 

Smothering boxes tend to have a two fold purpose. Obviously for aiding in the function of providing oral service to a females nether regions, but also for some people, actual smothering. Erotic asphyxiation (breath play) is a fetish for some people where the ability to breath is controlled or reduced. To be perfectly honest, this is not something I have much experience with. But from what I've been told and have read, some people enjoy combining it with face sitting. 

 

So, a smother box can provide both the apparatus where a woman can sit comfortably for oral pleasuring, and she can, by slightly raising and lowering herself, control the person underneath's breathing. Smother boxes also often tend to have sides, a bottom, some with a front with a U shaped neck resting place, and a locking mechanism for those more into the BDSM slave aspect of the...forced/on-demand oral tasks. Obviously not everyone prefers this element, so one will see variations.

 

A Queening chair tends to be a few inches higher (meaning the seat) and often the person underneath will use a small throw pillow or two for the obvious purpose of comfort, but also depending on their head size (cranium, not ego, giggles to self) for proper positioning and "reachability".

Queening chairs can be more "open" or also closed in like a smother box....but generally a front, sides and a bottom are not required and they may be more "airy" and opened up, better lit because of that.

While to the purist there are very distinct differences, for the more casual user and aficionado of the...shall we call it "cunnilingual arts" it s a matter of semantics and preferences. Both create a sturdy and comfortable seating apparatus for her to lounge on, both provide a visually appealing (for the person on the bottom) view of her most intimate parts, and both allow for extended sessions where her legs and back, her knees and arms don't have to support her body weight.

 

More information can be found from this Wikipedia entry on Facesitting https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Facesitting & other sources. If people have further questions, "some people" may actually consider yours truly a source of some level of expertise on the topic. :)
 

 

Mammals and Manimals. :)

Caretakers at Myanmar's Wing Baw camp for orphaned elephants use giant crocheted blankets to protect the animals against the unseasonably cold weather.

 

 

 

 

You know you're getting old when you want the Domme to move the naked men....

So you can see what's on the book shelf.  :)

 

Jesus and Christmas. :)

 Jesus was a diminutive brown-skinned Middle Eastern undocumented immigrant who spoke Aramaic. He condemned the greedy and commanded us to serve the needy without condition and cast the greedy heretics from the Temple. He was murdered by conspiracists who preached the rule of an authoritarian police state, over benevolence, altruism, forgiveness, and compassion for all humanity.

 

 

What The Hell? :)

"You" Asked Me About Retro Black & White Photos...

Merry Christmas.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Mélange of Assorted Random Medley of Memes. :)

 

 

 

 

HavaCat.

My husband is a bit...dense sometimes. My neighbor is off on vacation and she asked me to check on her cat. I'm sort of the pet sitter for the neighbors so its a regular thing. Anyway, she's Jewish, from Israel, and her name is "Hava". 

I left myself a note on the counter next to her keys which said "Hava Cat". My husband saw it, and being...how he is...asked me why I wanted him to "Have a Cat". It took me a moment until I realized he saw the note and thought it was a directive with typos.

One more reason why there are so many...beatings.  :)

Happy Merry Festivus!! :)

 Frank Costanza: No. Instead, there's a pole. Requires no decoration. I find tinsel distracting.

Frank Costanza: The tradition of Festivus begins with the airing of grievances. I got a lot of problems with you people! And now you're gonna hear about it!

 

 

 

 

Twas the Night before Christmas Cuckold Poem.

Its now an annual tradition for me to repost this. I wrote it a few years ago and repost it every Christmas because I am wayyyy to lame to write a new one. :)

 

 

 

 

(My husband is out of town again. God, I'm bored. So as we are getting inundated with Christmas.....everything....carols, ads, sales, music, shows etc, I heard part of the original and decided to take a couple moments to rewrite it to suit my Christmas wish list. The fact that one of my lovers names is Nick, made it even more accurate.)

Make me Come ! Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my home Not a cuckold was stirring, not even a moan. My stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that my lover soon would be there.

My cuckold was nestled all snug in his bed, While nightmares of used condoms danced in his head. And me in my ‘slutgear', and having a night cap, Had given up on my Bull, and settled for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my vibrator to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and began fingering my gash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But my lovers car, coming ever so near.

With a well hung driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Bick Dicked Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called out my name!
"Now Hotwife! Now, Cougar! Now, Slut-Chick and Vixen! On, Cock! On, Balls! On ride me to Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now strip away! Disrobe away! Tear away all!"

As dry as an unused pussy is before the wild hurricane fly, Which moistens quickly meet with a hard cock, wit an unzipped fly. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With his balls full of superior sperm, and maybe seconds too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The grunting and groaning of each massive hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney Big Dicked Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in denim, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of condoms he had flung on his back, And he looked like a perfect Stud, just massaging his erect pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His smiling mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the perfect teeth as white as the snow. 
The stump of his cock-pipe he held tight in his hand, And the bit of pre-cum leaking and large balls proved he was a real man. He had broad shoulders and a nice tight belly, That heaved and pulsated, as my knees turned to jelly!

He was erect and primed, and cock sure of himself, And I squirted and moaned when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I should show him my bed.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled up my pussy, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of my clit, And giving a nod, he pounded away at my wet slit!
He banged and pounded and fucked away, inside my pussy which was quite splayed, And I was thrilled and coming from finally getting layed. But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas Vanessa, hope your cuckold enjoys the "extra thick and sticky egg nog" I left him to lick up and to all a great cuckold good-night!" 

(God, I'm bored.) :)

His Cock Punched Her Prostate?

Her prostate?

Really?  :)

 

 

 

Meanwhile...somewhere in Canada...:)