SexyWhispers Erotica – Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe

Wine and PantiesSexy Whispers Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe

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I see you over there, so hypnotic, thinking ’bout what I’d do to that body.

Got no drink in my hand, but I’m wasted – getting drunk on the thought of you naked.

And I’ve tried to fight it.

Imagine me whispering in your ear,

I wanna take off all your clothes.

Looking for some trouble tonight,

Take my hand,

I’ll show you the wild side.

Trying to tell you “no” but my body keeps on telling you “yes.”

Trying to tell you to stop, but your lips got me so out of breath.

There you go again, making me love you.

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“Wanna sit on my lap and tell Santa what you want for Christmas little girl?” you eyes amused as your fingers brush mine, sending sparks of adrenaline rushing through my bloodstream, taking my wine glass from my hand.

“You know what I want,” my wine glass stops short of your lips, your breath fogging the rim of the glass as your breathing stops and starts again, humor melting into challenge, my palm tracing your erection.

“All you have to do is give it to me,” I smile innocently, my fingers dip steadily to cup your balls through your pants, tight with appreciate from my thumb stroking the length of your cock, as I watch my wine glass caresses your lips the thought of your mouth on my glass blurs my vision – tempting me to taste your mouth.

I step toward you, red high heels bringing me to eye level, your hands suddenly on my hips pulling me against you, I don’t stop to consider – my pulse pounding in my nipples pressed tight against your chest – soft mounds of fleshing aching for your touch spilling out the thin material of my dress – my nipples pleading for your attention – your eyes on mine now, sharp with focus.

I sample your mouth, soft and sensual turning deep and demanding, the taste my wine on your lips flooding my senses and want exploding like sharp razor cutting a bloody path along every nerve.

Temptation is done – Need has won.

“Mistletoe,” your eyes follow mine to the greenery above your head, “I have always wanted to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“Well, I guess you can strike that off your bucket list,” your easy smile annoying.

“Not quite,” I purr softly, electricity crackling from every slow stroke of my tongue over my bottom lip throbbing to wrap around your masculinity.

The sound of your zipper hanging between us, watching the emotions war, your control slip as understanding dawns – and then a little more as I roll my hips against your hardness – growing thicker with each movement.

I listen to the stutter of your breathing…once, twice, again…as I trial soft kisses down your chest and sink to my knees at your feet offering you all the passions of my world, flashes of desire pulse like an electrical storm between us – it will not be a silent night.

“There are so many places I want to kiss you – taste you hard and heavy in my mouth,” my eyes on yours, my mouth wanders slowly down in a wanton path of soft kisses against the inside your thigh.

A deep sigh stuttering through my breathing as I rub your hard cock against my cheek…the pressure building between my thighs bringing tears of submission to my eyes as I stroke you down my throat to nestle tight between my tits.  Flicking the tip of my tongue over the head of your dick with a teasing suck, your fingers tighten in my hair as your hips rock into my mouth.

My tongue massages circles of throbbing sensation against the head of your thickness – your hands tangled in my hair – your fingertip urging me to satisfy my need – my mouth moves anxiously like a child opening presents across your balls tight with desire – gently sucking each one…and then both into my mouth as I pump your masculinity to painful hardness with my hand stopping just short of your orgasm and my own –

“Come for me,” my voice and eyes command you to watch me indulge in your body as I suck you all the way into my mouth with an intense whine of fulfillment…want taking over with every stroke in my mouth…deeper and deeper until your body starts to shake with the effort to hold back…

“Congratulations on making the naughty list,” I smile at the sound of your voice bringing me back from the edge of pleasure as I consider taking you again.

“That was nice – want to try for naughty?” the dare rolls off my lips as your hand reaches down to pull me to my feet, my eyes meeting yours again.

“Careful, naughty little girls get spankings,” a slow smile spreads across your sexy lips again.

“Humm….we had better get started because naughty has been coming on since the day I met you,” I take your hand, ready for round two.

Sexy Dessert Personality Test

sexuality, sex blogs, sex , erotica female, eroticaIf all of the eight desserts listed below were sitting in front of you, which would you choose (sorry, you can only pick one)! Trust me…this is very accurate. Pick your dessert, and then look to see what psychiatrists think about you.
 
REMEMBER – No Cheating. Make your choice before you check the meaning.
 
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Here are your choices:

  • Angel Food Cake
  • Brownies
  • Lemon Meringue Pie
  • Vanilla Cake With Chocolate Icing
  • Strawberry Short Cake
  • Chocolate Cake With Chocolate Icing
  • Ice Cream
  • Carrot Cake

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No, you can’t change your mind once you scroll down, so think carefully about what your choice will be.
 
OK – Now that you’ve made your choice, this is what the researchers say about you… SCROLL DOWN—No Cheating! 

  • ANGEL FOOD CAKE — Sweet, loving, cuddly. You love all warm and fuzzyitems A little nutty at times. Sometimes you need an ice cream cone at the end of the day. Others perceive you as being childlike and immature at times. 
  • BROWNIES — You are adventurous, love new ideas, and are a champion of underdogs and a slayer of dragons. When tempers flare up you whip out your saber. You are always the oddball with a unique sense of humor and direction. You tend to be very loyal. 
  • LEMON MERINGUE — Smooth, sexy, & articulate with your hands, you are an excellent caregiver and a good teacher. but don’t try to walk and chew gum at the same time. A bit of a diva at times, you set your own style because you do your own thing. You shine when it comes to helping others and have many friends.
  • VANILLA CAKE WITH CHOCOLATE ICING — Fun-loving, sassy, humorous, not very grounded in life; very indecisive and lacking motivation. Everyone enjoys being around you, but you are a practical joker. Others should be cautious in making you mad. However, you are a friend for life. 
  • STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE — Romantic, warm, loving You care about other people, can be counted on in a pinch and expect the same in return. Intuitively keen. You can be very emotional at times but a true person in every way You like to do things for yourself and help others learn about themselves. 
  • CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH CHOCOLATE ICING — Sexy; always ready to give and receive. Very creative, adventurous, ambitious, and passionate. You can appear to have a cold exterior but are warm on the inside. Not afraid to take chances. Will not settle for anything average in life Love to laugh. 
  • ICE CREAM — You like sports, whether it be baseball, football,basketball, or soccer. If you could, you would like to participate, but you enjoy watching sports. You don’t like to give up the remote control. You tend to be self-centered and high maintenance. 
  • CARROT CAKE — You are a very fun loving person, who likes to laugh. You are fun to be with. People like to hang out with you. You are a very warm hearted person and a little quirky at times. You have many loyal friends. You were meant to lead and teach others. A wonderful role model.

Now take the Dessert Personality Quiz and let us know where you fall!  ~~Dee

PS….I am all about the Chocolate Cake With Chocolate Icing!  No big surprises there.

Sexy Question: Truth or Dare

sexuality, sex blogs, sex , erotica female, erotica“If you and I woke up nakkid together this morning, what three words would you say to me?  Send this to both men and women… the responses are funny,” the pretty chime from my Blackberry notified me of a new text. 

From MissM, I knew two things:  it would be sexy and it would make me smile.  As with everything she does, it was so much more than I expected.  It actually made me think!

“Good morning Sunshine,” I texted back the first three words that came to mind to say if in the described situation.  After all, I assume that “ready for breakfast” would soon follow.   As instructed, I forwarded the text to a few people, but I read it aloud to The Marine.  His reply was without thinking:  “I love you.”  That made me smile. 

I wondered if the responses were so different considering who you asked or if the responses were pre-conditioned by gender.  So, here is it!

The question:  “If you and I woke up nakkid together this morning, what three words would you say to me?”  Anyone care to take up the challenge and share your three words of wisdom with us?  ~~Dee

Who Killed Male Sexuality? pt 2

icon_christmas2Note from Dee:

I have always been open about my love of erotica.  It makes the blood pump and pound in places that throb with desire before being touched…and then creeps back into your mind…later, in an inopportune moment…to steal your mind away again.  Literotica and erotica are in every way connected to our sexuality.  So, when offered the chance to participate in an erotic tag series (each of the participants puts a part of the piece on their blog), I jumped at it!  This is the second in a four part series by Susan Crain Bakos (yes…it is her amazing book The Sex Bible for Women that I am giving away this month!). 

So….go and read part one on glamwire:  http://www.glamwire.com/articles/2008/12/06/sexuality-in-the-city

Then come back here to read part two…I will be waiting for you…

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An Erotic Mini-Series Featuring Death And Orgasms

(Incorporating Real Characters And Real Events Into Fiction That Includes Fake Orgasms, Forays Into Vibe Addiction And Larger Than Life Throbbing Dicks….Just Like Porn)
 
By Susan Crain Bakos

Check in Friday December 19 on Club Double for part three—and for the conclusion on Friday December 26 on SexyPrime

Part One ended with the little person’s murder. 

Between that and the beginning of Part Two:  Palagia cancelled her forthcoming Eat-In and the following Take Out and went off to the isle of Crete to wait out the media storm.  The murder weapon, a large, bloody and cracked black dildo, was found neatly wrapped in tissue paper and tied with a red ribbon in a trash can on Rivington Street, down the block from the Lower East Side Babeland store.  Police questioned Chloe, a petite fashion stylist who had worked with the little person, but didn’t arrest her.  A lawyer who shot and killed his dom’s abusive lover was grabbing the tabloid headlines.  Susan (the character loosely based on me) met a Senegalese lawyer at a bar and went home with him.  His incredibly large and slightly curved penis is posing a challenge to the supremacy of the Hitachi Magic Wand in her life.  And more!….you’ll have to wait for the book.

And so Part Two opens at an Orgasm Providing workshop at Sexy Spirits, the not-for-profit sex education center run by Anton…..
 
I watched Anton use his magic touch on the lovely naked model gracing his massage table–while I simultaneously scanned the room out of the corners of my eyes.  Men watched in rapt and–from what I could see–respectful silence as Anton massaged her body from head to toe before moving, at last, to her vulva.  Next to me sat Nick, a producer with Showtime who considered himself something of an expert on the New York City sexual events scene–even though he’d only discovered it a year ago when he moved here from London where he worked for the BBC as a resident alien from Nebraska.  (He’s still a resident alien as far as I‘m concerned.)

“Some of these men are all but drooling,” he whispered in my ear.  Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, snub-nosed and forty-something, Nick is annoying, but not only because he continually passes judgments.  He will flip his judgment and back the opposite position with equal vigor.

He was all but drooling over Jasmine, the model pulsating beneath Anton’s fingers.  A little hair decorated her mons, which was a sweet change from the waxed pussies exposed in public these days.  She writhed and throbbed, wailed and moaned as she came–and even talked to the audience at times. Her prominent proud clitoris and her full juicy lips, purple in their passion, claimed pleasure. She made frequent eye contact with Anton in a power gaze of charged energies exchanged.

And she ejaculated. Copiously. Towels were placed around to catch the overflow.  Her pussy was positioned away from the audience, but a camera focused exactly on her so that we could see (almost as if they were 6 inches away) every detail of her, as well as how Anton stroked her, on the screen above them.

“The camera gives the model more privacy because her pussy is not fully exposed,“ he explained to me before the first Orgasmic Providing session I witnessed. “The audience is not focusing on her but on the image on the screen. They can see the orgasmic pulsing. And I want their attention on the strokes as that is happening.”

I love Anton, the only man who could possibly do what he does in a dignified way yet not put me to sleep by babbling about spiritual sexuality.  He is the new wave of adult sex education, blending Eastern teachings with Western pragmatism, delivering his messages in a sophisticated New York style.  Yes, he was right:  our attention was on the strokes–and, in this case, the generous squirts of fluid shooting out of Jasmine‘s pussy.

“Do you squirt?”  Nick whispered.

Some women are squirters, at least occasionally, most likely with G spot stimulation–which Jasmine was not getting. (Though Anton’s Orgasmic Providing strokes include internal ones, his fingers did not leave her clit and labia.) Many Western sex experts dismiss the “ejaculate” as merely a gush of fluid composed of urine and copious vaginal secretions. Others believe it is fluid from the Skene‘s glands, a string of several masses of tissue, embedded in the urethra, which when stimulated sexually in some women, releases the fluids into the urethral canal. Devotees of Amrita, the “nectar of the goddess”, base their cult on ancient Tantric writings. Men ejaculate sperm from the testicles via tubes that go through the prostate gland where the sperm mixes with seminal fluid–a very clear process that everyone understands.. There is no question that whatever this fluid that some women “ejaculate” or squirt, upon orgasm is–it is not the female equivalent of seminal fluid.

“Well, do you?“ he asked; and I continued to ignore him.

Strictly speaking, there is no female ejaculate or ejaculation.

If not ejaculate, what? Something does happen for many women though no one [Sorry, Amritas.] has answered definitively the question: Pee or Amrita? I lean toward the Skeen’s glands theory because it makes the most sense to me.

I have squirted on rare occasion, always involving a lot of oral and manual play, a large dick and too much wine. One time was particularly memorable–a hottest ever sex adventure, a few years back in Soho.  Ah, some day I will tell you about that…

“Look at her,” Nick said, a note of contempt in his voice, as we watched the fountain‘s final gusher that night. “Jesus.”

What was he doing there anyway?  I applauded Jasmine along with everyone else, quickly got up, and walked across the room to strike up a conversation with George, a newly divorced man approaching sixty who, like some other men in that age group, made the rounds of the city’s sex events (or the ones friendly to folks over 40) in search of whatever he’d missed in his marriage, in his case, good sex.  In fact, if you attend public sex events, you will run into many of the same people, in spite of the fact that each venue has its own personality, age range and hip-ness factor. 

“I’m putting these techniques to work with my new girlfriends,” George told me enthusiastically.

The smarmy Indian lawyer appeared at my side and stroked my jacket sleeve rather like an unappealing cat begging for attention.  Approaching fifty, also divorced, he too was in frequent attendance at workshops, lectures and wine and cheese receptions.  So aggressively in search of pussy, he has to be gay.  (Right?)  Few men can sit through Sherrie Winston’s presentation of The Maps of the Clitoris without nodding off occasionally, but he can.

“Good for you,” I replied enthusiastically to George while gently shrugging off the lawyer’s hand.

Ty, a gorgeous thirty-something African American man married to Meg, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed California girl, stepped between me and Smarmy Lawyer and kissed my cheek.

“Thank you,” I said.

“You were at Palagia’s party that night, weren’t you?” he asked.

Meg and two of her hot young gal pals joined us; and we discussed our theories about the demise of the little person who had been on the fringes of the sex scene for nearly a decade.

“He had a big dick,” one of the girls said.  She put her hands eight or nine inches apart.  “Really.”

Now there was information The New York Post had not delivered.

“But I hear he was bi,” the other girl said.  “He hung out with Brett, didn’t he?”

A baby-faced Tom Cruise look-alike, Brett confessed at a Sexy Spirits wine and cheese evening to an adventure in gay sexuality that seemed to upset him.  The following night–or so Nick reported–he made out with two gay boys at a Pleasure Salon “networking evening.”  The Pleasure Salon attracts a mixed group, everyone from BDSM to poly and all points between.  But the two creepiest women in the sex scene also hang out there:  Ravishing Rose, the hands down ugliest and horniest woman I’ve ever met and Goddess Tiffany, a fairly well preserved 75 year old–an argument for eliminating alimony after forty years– who carries around her nude photos taken when she was 50 and hangs out with 25 year old boys who have grandmother complexes.

“Yes,” someone said.  “He was friendly with Brett.”

The speaker was that damned smarmy lawyer.  We ignored him.  Fifteen minutes later Anton led a group of us to the Thai restaurant on 55th and Eighth Avenue (where he, as always, would pick up the check).  I left early because I had an appointment with an artist in BedStye.  I was newly dick-matized by his amazing appendage, very large with a little curve.  Imagine your favorite G spot vibe come to life in beautiful ebony flesh.

B, my artist obsession, was not a particularly great lover.  Or rather, the two of us together were not that great.  I didn’t like the way he kissed or stroked me.  He seemed unmoved by my foreplay too.

I let him fuck me the first time because I’d let him take me home from a jazz bar and insisted he wear a condom to which he reluctantly consented.  A pity fuck.  But then he entered me; and then he shoved that beautiful dick inside me and I was home, if home is erotic heaven.  I began to come; and I came and came and came.  The next morning, I worshipped that dick on my knees.

We learned something from that first experience.  Screw the foreplay.  I fantasized his dick in the cab ride to Brooklyn and I was ready when I got there.  He was waiting outside, at the top of the steps.  Sweat beaded his forehead.  I pressed my thumb against one bead of trickling sweat and looked into his eyes.  It was the most intimate moment I’d shared with him that did not involve his dick……

MORE SEX in part three…..where my pal Steve Otero (Anton’s right hand man) and I also attend Rachel Kramer Bussel’s In The Flesh Erotic Reading series–and he shares some shocking information that he has discovered.

Also, if you are curious:  You too can squirt:

Female ejaculation isn’t exactly a technique. If you want to try to make it happen, use G spot stimulation and don’t hold back when you feel the urge to urinate. Bear down. Anton’s goddess of the Amrita drinks water before the demonstration. Some women empty their bladders before trying to squirt because they want to be absolutely sure they aren’t peeing. Whatever soaks your towels!

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BTW:

Always wanted to try your hand at writing erotica?   Give it a shot!  I am always happy to accept submissions for consideration.  One of my sexy ladies (HINT:  My Favorite Pink Pussy!) has already written the Sexy “Twas’ the Night Before Christmas in the *Cathouse*!  Look for that on Christmas Eve night with an announcement of the Orgasnic Christmas winners!

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Erotica Games: Sexy in his Shirt

sex blog female erotica literotica“I love that shirt on you,” he purred in my ear standing behind me.

“That..,” waiting just a beat to catch his eyes in the mirror with a little smile, “is because it is your shirt.”

“No,” he says, playing with the hem of the shirt and letting his fingers brush lightly against my thigh, “that is because I like the thought of my shirt all over your body.” Now he is playing with me….his eyes wandering down the neckline of the shirt to the opening.

“Funny. I like the thought of you all over my body. How about I give you your shirt back?” as I start to unbutton the shirt.

Many women ask me how they can entice a man into passionate play without much preparation. I know, for women, the leather cat suit with garters and stockings can be a super sexy when on the prowl, but sometimes, simple and spontaneous can be very sexy! When combined with the power of the male essence, the effect is supreme allowing you to use his sexuality against him.

Here are some sexy examples to consider:

  • His Shirt: Either with a sexy combination of a pretty bra and panties or completely bare, I have never known a man that did not love to see a woman in his shirt. Interestingly enough, this works as well before and after sex.
  • His Cologne: This is a great double whammy. You love the way he smells…it really cranks your clit into overdrive. Good. He likes his cologne or he would not wear it. Use that combination to turn sexual into sensational burst of arousal as you climb all over each other.
  • His Jacket: Starting at a very young age, either through protection from the cold, marking territory, or the sweetest form of chivalry, men love to see a woman cuddled up in their jacket. So, snuggle into his jacket when he offers (and his offer is important because he is giving you something of himself) and suggest other way to stay warm together.

HINT: Sometimes, there are themes that make the response more immediate and explosive. For example, The Marine loves it when I wear his Marine Corp jacket. It’s a big heavy leather jacket with a Marine Corps emblem that swallows me. Look for his weak spots and stroke those until he can’t stand it anymore.

Have a favorite way to light up your man using his own sexuality and manliness against him? Share with us! ~~Dee

Remember:  Enter the drawing for the OhMiBod vibrator if you have not already!  You have until midnight on Dec. 21.

sex toys vibrators masturbationHow do you do that?  Easy!  Leave me a comment here telling me that you want OhMiBod.  Not so hard huh? (wink)  Then….spread the word.  If you feel generous, I would love that you let everyone know about the SexyWhispers contest by adding a few words in a post on your blog. It is not required, but it would make my Christmas wish list! 

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Erotica Games: Sexy Truth or I Dare YOU!

female erotica, literotica, sex, sex blogsRemember the fascination as a teenager of an adventurous game of Truth or Dare.  One half fear of discovery in front of the prying eyes of the group—one half seeing how far the other person would go to hide their secrets?  Lets start the passions flowing to the hotter places south of your border!

Start off by writing out a list of Sexy Questions on some pretty paper.  These should always be open ended questions that require details.  Some suggestions include:

  • What is your favorite sexual position and why?
  • Which would you rather have: oral sex or penetration? (or other!)
  • Where would you love to have sex?
  • What do I do that makes you have that “fuck me now” response?
  • What sexually have you always wanted to try?
  • What sexually would you never want to try?
  • What is your favorite sexual fantasy?

Then, make a similar list of Daring Discretions with a hint of danger or discovery like:

  • Take a trip outside to a private place (like the front deck) for 5 minutes of oral sex or masturbation.
  • Call someone on the phone that you both know and talk while receiving oral sex for 5 minutes.
  • Quickie hide and seek—The person who draws the slip counts to 10 while the other person hides in a dark place and waits to be found for a make out session.
  • Enjoy a session of oral sex or masturbation on the hood of your car or in the back seat.
  • Pick a sex toy from the box and learn or demonstrate how to use it properly.
  • Using only your mouth, push a small piece of candy from the indentation at the collar bone to between the legs (if you don’t know what happens to wet candy on dry skin—HINT…lots of licking!).

It’s in the bag:  Get two different bags…something sensual that feels good to the eyes as well as the touch.  Maybe one in satin and one in silk….scented bags would be great too because they will add the sense of smell to the game. 

Cut and fold the Sexy Questions into slips of paper.  Put all of the Sexy Questions into one bag.  Then, cut and fold all of the Daring Discretions into slips of paper.  Put all of the Daring Discretions into another bag. 

Now, you can light some candles to add a sexy atmosphere.  Dress up in your sexiest clothing that shows off all of your assets with great hooker heels and invite him to play your game.  Remember, the game is not about sex, it is about creative foreplay!

Some additions:

  • A blindfold if you want to bring in an air of mystery.
  • Food will bring in the sense of taste…so you can add this into your Daring Discretions.
  • Be sure to have a timer handy to keep the game moving.
  • Keep some massage oils or warming lubes close to starve off friction.
  • Have a little collection of sex toys (fuzzy handcuffs, vibrators, feathers/fabric choices).  You can even add a surprise or two that has never been tried like a vibrating cock ring.
  • Some delicious candies will brings sweetness to the game.
  • Flavorful adult beverages can loosen up the proceeding and really start the balls rolling.

Have fun and be ready to explore each others bodies.  By setting an overall time limit on the game or going until each bag is empty, you can keep on target of playing without paying until you are both worked into a frenzy of anticipation that will pop the cork out of a wine bottle.  Enjoy!~~Dee

Erotica Games: Tail-Gating Your Man!

female erotica, literotica, sex, sex blogsSorry that I missed Saturday and for the lovelies that stopped by to make sure I was still living, kisses to you all!  I spent the weekend getting ready for Christmas.  The Marine put up Christmas lights on the house and we decorated the tree.  Being from the Big Easy, I love the sparkle of bright lights.  And, when the chills starts to creep into the South Carolina air, my mind goes into major overtime about sexy ways to light a fire…and I don’t mean in the fireplace!

Of course, LSU needed my support and I gave them my full frontal, big girl love to help my boys through the game.  LSU LSU LSU!!~~ National Championship Game!!  Love to Les Miles and my boys in Baton Rouge!  I am painting things purple and gold that I could get arrested for talking about! (giggling)  Wait…that is pretty much what I blog about!

With all the man love taken care of for the weekend, I want to reveal a top secret thing about myself only to be spoken of in this one entry!  I can’t cook.  Don’t want to…don’t like to…The Marine does the cooking in our little piece of heaven I call home.  I only cook three things very well:  chili, potato soup, and gumbo!  (I will share these recipes with anyone who wants—just ask!)  It is in part because these are great comfort foods.  Plus, as a child of Texas and Louisiana, not to be able to make chili or gumbo might get you evicted from the state!  These are staples for any tailgating party.

When I cook any of these things, The Marine is always happy.  As compared to other attempts the might involve a paramedic or a visit by our local fire department.  It is that bad…really.  I wander off and become mentally engaged in other things.

Here’s my recipe for turning up his heat in the kitchen:

  • Planning the Game:  What are his favorite foods?  There has to be one dish that makes him smile when he sees it sitting in front of him.  Get together all of the fixing for that meal including wine and bread.  Also, plan what you will wear to get his mind off of food.   Remember to plan for details like will you dress before or during the meal.  After all, while cooking in a g-string and an apron with fishnet stockings might be sexy as hell, it might not be so practical.  Lots and lots of exposed skin.  Last thing you want to explain to a medic is how you received that nasty burn on one of your boobs!  Really take the time to think it through.
  • Your Gear:  Get all of your gear together.  If you are planning to wear those great studded high heels with stockings and pasties, then get your uniform together.  Get toenails polished, waxed in all the right places, and shave your legs. 
  • Option Plays:  Think about what you are going to do when he comes into the kitchen.  One of my favorite “he is going to stutter in 3….2….1” moves is to be bending over something totally engrossed in whatever I am doing…of course.  For example, when I hear him coming into the kitchen, I open the oven to check the bread.  When he comes into the room, I am leaned over to provide a perfect view of all things female.  Then, to boost my power level, I start a silly conversation that requires a response.  Something like…“would you rather have dinner before or after your shower?”  When he does not answer quickly, I look back at him innocently.
  • Special Teams:  Be prepared for quick movements by the other team in an attempt to score.  While your goal is not dinner (save dinner for after entertainment nourishment because it makes a man sleepy and lazy!), you want to prolong the anticipation as long as possible!  Set the table, pour a glass of wine, or whatever works.  Some heavy petting or a lap dance might be a good way to start, but be careful, that can end up in the end zone before you realize that game has started.
  • Convert in the Red Zone:  When you are ready, work your way into his lap.  I prefer to wear a very short skirt with a g-string.  This way, I can make a production of hiking my skirt up to straddle his chair.  This position also gives great range for a quick bump and grind to really start you on your way to scoring.  If you happen to use any extra gear like condoms, lubes or cock rings, be sure to tuck those into the top of stockings or other places away from the heat of cooking.

This can work great on game day with a simple jersey and high heels or a special dinner with black stockings with pearls.  Use your imagination to find your own way to his heart!  The food will wait.  ~~Dee