I visited the Sex Machine Museum! I took quite a few photos of the artefacts, and I regret not capturing the explicit vintage photos they had on the walls, beautiful. ^^" What do you think this sexy chair is for?
"Made in Paris around 1890, it circulated the most famous brothels of that time. Normally, a woman would lie down, and another woman would lie in the lower position, with one man standing, thus having sex at the same time. Of course, the roles could be switched or varied at will." Would you try it? I think think this sexy multitasking chair and many other items really normalized anal play for men, and yet it seems like this is no longer the case in modern USA? Pity. This chair would also work well for having many mouths on you, a knee buckling challenge. More images to come :)
do it now (As a reminder, I am working double time for civilian work and won't have much time til Oct - I won't be posting much or sending special messages until Oct! If you've been subscribed a while, please the June 21 message :)))
Our first dance after a limerence across the airwaves and long text messages in overflowing joyful language to embrace aliveness and to create together :) With @artemisfit - In our meeting, I embodied the feeling of allowing life to be unexpected, to make choices beyond the 'norm' and just see what happens, to invite life to be surreal.
Uh oh, I might be developing an urge for flashing lingerie in public. And you might be aiding me in this bad habit. What to do? There are quite a few images of me covering up quickly and looking deer-in-head-lights off to the side! I'll show you that later.
I'm now in Europe for work and these long summer nights feel even longer here! I indulge with strolling cafe streets at 9/10pm in a flowing dress. I am thinking about...
◆ WINTER ◆ @artemisfit@artemisdune & I undress each other in the cold, by the fire, under the moon, mixing in warm kisses, sharp bites, and hot wax. ◆ I didn't expect it to be so cold, but I suppose that is part of the romance of being naked outside in the winter - the cold changes the shape of my body, and we tease each other, noses red, hiding hands and feet in other warm places. I moaned in pleasure at the lighting often during the handheld/bodytour 2nd half. ^^" ◆ 20 minutes, 5.99 for those curious. A wonderful collection of memories <3
I'd forgotten about this edit I'd made from backup cam footage of Jack & Jill @jandjbts undressing me, playing in oil, 2021. Did you forget about it too? :( I love that reveal towards the beginning, I gasp a bit every time. And that touch towards the end, you know the one. (From when I joined them for oil massage, I watched them for the rest.)
My top is sheer and my joy is transparent! I was surprised that I was covered in slick oil by the end :) Just in case you haven't checked: I messaged you.
Wow wow wow, this is the first time in a long time I have cleared all of my messages here and all of my emails elsewhere!!! Some replies are for 9+ months ago... better late than never, or no? I suppose at some point I should just believe I "lost" the message, and decide to never reply to it, rather than keeping it on my plate forever? I must have lost some messages but I'll never know.
My first time doing something with paint, 2016. Be in the puzzling it out of it with me. A bit of squirming around. A bit of possibility. A time of just jumping in and making something, not knowing how it will turn out. :)
I often get hungry late at night. What is this? Maybe dinner is too early. Maybe I am trying to not go to bed and do something "semi-productive." Maybe I want a last taste before the death of sleep. Who knows?
I am happy you scrolled down. I appreciate taking the time to look a little further. I am trying not to quit too early, stop too soon... If you didn't see all the images when I posted a set of images, you may want to check there too.
I feel like I am frequently having this issue of having my thong string twisted. Is it obvious? It must be a lack of experience thing, as I've just started wearing thongs these last couple years with cam.
I recently watched A Thousand Years of Longing - a story about stories and meaning, a visual masterpiece, humorous and witty. The music roused audible moans from me multiple times. It is a viseral enjoyment of sound that I cannot help :)
I just remembered that I had forgotten about The Onion. I loved the wit of their newstories and interviews, the full commitment of the actors to an alternative reality, the one liner comments on modern society, the specificity and detail of it all.
There is something about the potential gaze on my skin that feels akin to touch of sunlight or a summer breeze, I've been thinking about that lately, this way of saying hello
I stayed in a hotel with a beautiful bathtub, which honestly is not very visible in these video snapshots. But the reflection of the water on my skin, and the sound of the water with every movement, I love that.
It is funny how different it feels to think back to an earlier show or to look back on it - when I imagine myself in past moments, I feel about the same as I do now, I look through the lens of myself now... but when I see myself, I can feel the passage of time and the change in age. Not such a vampire. ^^" A favorite from before:
I posted this image by accident, when I was rescheduling all my posts for the future (I use OF as an image/video storage mechanism, though perhaps that is a mildly risky idea.) I suppose while I here, I may as well say something! I have deeply been enjoying dancing with people on the floor - I found a wonderful place of being able to maneuver around on the ground with minimal effort, so that our bodies may press and weight and slide while almost completely relaxed. I am generally quite relaxed anyway, but it seems like heartbeats sometimes increase.
I have been having a lot of sex dreams lately. I don't understand it. Each dream is often a day or two, experienced as if in real time, where I see a person, perhaps an acquaintance a stranger a colleague, and immediately there is flow, having few words but depth of non-verbal understanding, desire and intensity, waves of eroticism, joy, and then I say goodbye, go to my next meeting or errand, and a similar thing happens, one person and then another and another, a full day. A familiarity with each new person as if old lovers. What do you think it means?
(Scheduled, offline til May!) Have yourself a brunch, without plates. All foods are finger foods, after all :) Maybe take just one bite at a time, luxuriate in the scent and the desire to bite in, feel the full experience of just that one mouthful, stay and indulge in the after taste.
(Scheduled, offline til May!) A dance with Lilith @tantric_eden_ <3 I like this feeling of guiding your eyes by moving the camera. It is a kind of touch without physical contact - the touch of your gaze, the touch of my hand on your awareness.
(Scheduled, offline til May!) I'm reminded of a song... "Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love..." I blush at poetry. I love clear communication but I love speaking just to leave things unsaid as well. I often prefer that what you say makes me be perverse to myself, as the process of decoding your message.
There are some things I have reactions to, and I thought you might be curious to know... Though perhaps it is a bit different what you might have thought or expected?
You've been warned. I just saw a clip of Harry Potter putting his wand to Dudley's throat, particularly focused on Dudley's reaction - this is at 0:53 of youtube video "reasons why harry potter is not in ravenclaw" and decided to write to you. It reminded me of something else I quite enjoyed, of this person cosplaying villains from traditional Chinese dramas getting captured or hurt or in a predicament, such as starting at 4:01 of youtube video "【Ep-7】Suyin Yansheng • 夙胤言生 • Túc Dận Ngôn Sinh | Siri Oh" And I was reminded of a scene from the TV series Lucifer, involving an angel being hung up by their wings in a warehouse, braving through the pain, strength to continue on for something important. There's no need to actually see the footage, I feel like you could imagine it. Anyway. These are some moments I find striking. Do with that what you would like.
Do you ever catch yourself wanting to avoid someone/something so much that you're willing to make up a story about serious illness or death in the family.... and stick with the 'truth' of that made up story for the rest of your life?
I had this thought today, to avoid going somewhere with a convenient story about an urgent and important family issue, rather than being direct about what I'm avoiding. I realize this kind of excuse comes up in media and daily life relatively often :O
