Sissy Art

I love sissy’s. I’m not a Sissy or a cross Dresser…..but there is something very arousing about a Sissy. I find the drawings and digital art even more arousing than photographs. Seeing a “girl” or as many say a”gurl”……aroused….and feminine…..makes me shiver with desire…..

 

 

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Erotic Art Drawings

I love erotic art many times more than a photograph. There is a particular freedom in drawings that may not be captured in a photographic image. What intrigues me in these images is the power exchange. Whether it be the older male exposing the younger female’s pussy to look at, drool over….or a Domme female spanking a younger submissive girl…..I find it powerfully arousing.

 

 

Review of the vintage Marcel Worth 1591 girdle

I love these garments on a woman…..or a woman with a bit of something “extra”……

The Nylon Swish

Last year I acquired a large amount of vintage Marcel Worth stock, which you can read about here. Amongst the lot, were many treasures, some of which have become favourites in my personal collection. One of those pieces is the 1591 girdle.

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I’m going to be honest (as always), this is not a starter girdle! It is by no means an extreme piece of shapewear, nor does it have a tonne of steel boning, but it is an item that vintage underwear newbies might want to steer clear of for now. The reason that I say this is because it is quite firm, and it does cover a lot of the lower body. I would always recommend newbies to start with a light stretchy girdle, such as this one.

Structure

The structure of this girdle is very traditional in my opinion, it has a satin bum panel, strong…

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Ask Morgana 199: Alméry Lobel-Riche

Classic and lovely!

Morgana Somerville

alr1I remember the first time I ever kissed a mirror. I was finding out who I was. It was a long, long time – or so it certainly seemed – before I found a mirror-image that was not glass, cold. But all that’s by-the-by.

Alméry Lobel-Riche (1880-1950) was born in Switzerland to French parents. He was a painter, etcher, and lithographer.

The author Pierre Mac Orlan said that he was “always an artist deeply drawn by those disciplines that are enamoured of calm and balance, that female beauty dominates when it has passed beyond [artistic] creations that show a touch of facile gallantry.”

A florid sentence, mon ami Pierre, but I take it to mean that Lobel-Riche would, perhaps, err towards that wonderful tension-point that comes just where the erotic feels the equal tug of the coy and the pornographic. Yes? No?

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Images reproduced under ‘fair use’ provisions.

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The Artist and Client, Chapter 5

Helen stood with her hand holding her dress up showing me her mound. She was silent for what seemed like hours, time moved in slow motion. Finally she said, “Your mother’s gonna kill me…..come with me.” She grabbed my hand and lead me upstairs and outside. We were heading to the studio as she stopped and said, “Wait right here…..don’t move.” Helen walked in the house and came back with the keys for the studio. After opening the door and slamming it shut, she turned and pressed herself against me. Her head fell into the crook of my neck as she melted into me. “You don’t hate me do you…..G…..I mean…..I heard Bernie talking the other night to his client……he was telling him about you…..and,” she stopped. “and what|?”I asked. She shook her head and said, “Maybe I shouldn’t say, as she stepped away. She walked over to the easel, and threw off the sheet that covered the canvas. I watched as she stared at it the painting . Had she seen it before, or did Bernie tell me about it and what we did, or maybe this was the first time and she hated it. Maybe she hated me. “The paintings gorgeous G…..I love it….and you,” she paused and looked at me. You’re so…..so….young and……aroused……were you that aroused when you posed?” I nodded, “Yes I was. I replied. I could feel my cock swelling again. Thinking back to how Bernie had seduced me. How I wanted to be seduced. I was so willing. I was Bernie’s toy and I wanted to be again, that’s why I came here today. I wanted to lay on his chaise and have him touch me, suck my cock, and tell me to suck him.

“Earth to G…..are you okay G?”, Helen asked. I nodded again. She wiggled her finger at me, beckoning me to come closer. I came to her as she grabbed my arm and pulled me next to her. I could smell her arousal, Just like the scent in her panties, it hung in the corner of the studio from where Bernie painted. Helen had let her dress fall back into place as she she said, “You’re so hard in the painting G,?” as she ran her finger over my cock on the canvas, and then I felt her fingers slide over my cock, caressing me over the front of my shorts as she whispered, “you’re so hard now too…..right here.” Her finger pushed into my cock as she looked straight in my eyes. She smiled and said, “Remember when you were with all the boys at the pool…..you had those Speedos on……your cock…..made such a lovely lump…..you looked so good to all the mature women there.” “I did? Did I look good to you Helen?”, I couldn’t believe I said that.

I again thought about Bernie’s cock, and all those other mature males I had been naked with, seduced, sucked and intimate with. I hadn’t been with many if any mature women and I didn’t know how to do this. I didn’t know how to hold her, to kiss her, to make that move to to be a man with her. “Yes G……you looked good to me.” Again Helen pulled her dress up. “Do you want this G…..do you wanna fuck me G…..cuz if you do it’s yours.” All those mature women Helen spoke of, they were watching me, looking at me in my Speedo’s that day. I remember my mother had bought me a new swim suit and it was tiny. It rested low on my belly, and just above where the cleft of my butt. When I bent over you could see it. When the suit was wet it revealed my cock as if molded to me. No wonder the ladies were looking and staring. I was getting undressed in the locker room and an older guy was watching me. I loved being watched. He look at, gazing at in a sexual way. I was a little nervous about wearing that tiny suit. I was dressing in a hidden corner behind a row of lockers. I felt comfortable there as it was like a private dressing area. Then I looked up and saw a man staring at me. He was naked and as he looked at me his cock was hardening. He said, “That’s some suit you have on young man…..your gonna attract some attention……it’s very sexy…..do you mind me saying that?” He stepped forward. I was taken back by his comment and watched as he slowly came closer. He reached out brushing his finger over the outline of my hard cock as he said, “You’ll need to be careful…..this thing might pop out the top of that suit if you’re not careful.” I was surprised by how forward he was, and now his hand was gripping me, squeezing my throbbing cock as he stepped back and watched as it popped over the waist band. He could see how aroused I was, but noises from others entering the locker room made the moment all come to a fast end.

“G…….are you a virgin? Helen asked. I shook my head. “Have you been with a girl, or just men?” she went on. “Mostly men, a couple girls my age,” I told her. “Have you ever really made love to a girl G…..have you ever had a girl show you how it should be……has a girl ever given herself completely to you?” she asked in a sweeter flirty tone. I shook my head no. “Only a couple of girls in the back seat of a car…..we kind fumbled around and I came as soon as I got it…….you know….as soon as my thing touched her,” I responded, looking away. “This is so embarrassing Helen,” I added.

I has always been so easy with men, older males who knew how to seduce me and how easy it was for me to give them a peak at me. I might lean away a little farther from a urinal in a restroom, showing my cock that would be hardening. Or I might have stretched a bit more and longer as I arched my back, my cock pressing against my tight jeans or a Speedo, revealing the shape of my cock. I was always inviting a feel or a grab. I loved their cocks too. But the mystery of a woman and her pussy was arousing and yet intimidating. I knew what males I could ultimately be sexual with, or even simply hint my desires. But girls or more urgently mature women seemed different. If I acted in the same manner they might run or scream. So now with Helen offering herself to me, I found it strange that I was shy and hesitant.

“Show me that lovely cock G……I wanna see it,” She said, almost demanding it. I looked in her eyes and saw determination that I could not refuse. I opened my button and unzipped my shorts, feeling them sliding down my legs. Wearing no underwear as usual, I stood naked as I stepped out of them. “Ooooooooooh……..you have a very hard cock G……I’m gonna have fun with this……if you let me,” she said in a coy way. Dropping to her knees she licked up the shaft. Helen pulled down on the sack that held my balls as her mouth came over the top of my cock head swallowing it completely.

After work

I love this moment, I had to re-blog it……..Michelle deserves it!

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After a long day at work you came home-exhausted and uninspired. You thought about a dozen papers you need to correct this weekend. Something was missing, but you didn’t know exactly what. You drank some water, looked through the window. You took off your clothes and walked around naked. You turned on the music and lighted a candle. The idea of a foamy bath made you smile. While relaxing in the bathtub you thought about him. Wherever he was, whomever he was fucking those days, right now he was really with you. You smiled again. You touched your right breast. You squeezed it, firmly but softly. You opened your lips and closed your eyes. You moved your hand slowly. Rubbing and stroking your skin until you reached vagina. You opened your legs just enough. Your two fingers slipped easily inside you. You felt immediate intensity. You tilted your head to…

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HBIC. Fan girl talk, wtf?

Teen age years while difficult at best….seem to be easier than the 20’s when children feel they are “entitled” to anything and everything, including your financing it as well…..then of course the 30’s when they now know “everything”…..they tell you where you went wrong with far more authority than when they were teens….One day after attempting to save my son from from obvious consequences, and his retaliation at my suggestion….I told him….”I can’t save you….I am no longer going to try…..If some day you wake up and want my opinion….call me ans ask.”…..A few months later he did call and requested my opinion. I was shocked actually. I first asked him if he got up today and hit his head…..lol…..he asked why….obviously he didn’t see the connection…..but now 3 years later he asks my opinion….I give it and he does what he wants….PERFECT!

This is my kinky life...

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I am a mom with three kids. Only one has left the nest. Once he was gone, i put razor wire, and an electrified fence to keep him out.

Don’t get me wrong, i love my children. But i would like my sanity back, sleep naked again. No one to wake me in the middle of the night, so they can tell me they threw up. Great now i am up, once i see it and smell it I’m joining you in the bathroom.

I have an almost 15 year old. I cannot understand a thing she says. She will say things like, ‘ I can’t even’ , or ‘ OTP’. Should these things have some kind of meaning? Finish the sentence, stop talking in anagram speak, it was never meant to be a language. I’m pretty worried that she is trying to give me a message about something important…

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Men Need to Act Like Men

“That is a real man.

That is a adult.

That is someone who takes a deep breath and actually sees the world instead of staring blankly, someone who begins the hard task of naming what the problem is and starts to either repair what is broken or abandons dead projects and starts over.”