Cet article parle exactement de la femme qui décide d’être putain et de la catin qui joue à la femme.
Voici mon premier prix de blogs, j’en suis heureuse et aujourd’hui, je sens l’inspiration d’un petit speach d’acceptation face à ce trophée en remerciant tous ceux que j’ai rencontré. Mais surtout à ce bloguer qui m’a nominée et qui est:
Alors merci pour la nomination, elle est très apprécié et je suis si heureuse que mon blog incite votre intérêt.
Je sais qu’il ya des règles à suivre en acceptant ce prix alors les voici
RÈGLES: Si vous êtes un bénéficiaire, choisissez 3 à 5 blogueuses qui écrivent sur le sexe (ou que les photos sexy parlent d’elles-même) que vous admirez et les récompenser en leur envoyant la photo d’attribution ci-dessus ainsi que les règles bien sur. Donnez aussi de brèves explications du pourquoi vous aimez ces blogueuses.
Je vais donc désigner:
Ce site parlent de clubs libertins principalement et est une mine d’or d’informations concernant la Hollande, la Belgique et la France. Adresses de clubs, soirées, hôtels, commentaires articles et témoignages sont toujours d’actualité. De plus elle écrit dans un style digne d’une journaliste.
Très beau blog où cette maitresse professionnelle présente ses photos et vidéos de toutes ses séances passées. On voit qu’elle fait ça depuis des années et qu’elle connait le métier.
Cette maitresse écrit vraiment bien. Elle pourrait écrire un livre. C’est comme un journal avec beaucoup de descriptions et de détails. A lire…
I think the most interesting people operate two sides of very different worlds. They have the complexity to traverse between those interdependent realms with ease, pulling off either role seamlessly. I often think about how heavily we judge people based on what we see through our own eyes, and the socially obstructed veil that ever looms before them.
I was thinking about this the other day when wondering about what people think when they read my blog. I wonder if any homely woman stops by my page and subsequently renders me a slut. I wondered if they read me speak of affairs openly, understanding instead of condemning, perhaps even congratulating people on harnessing their own happiness. I have been the recipient of so many insults aimed directly at my sexuality; they seem to bounce off my thick skin without much thought. Further yet, I wondered how many people judge me specifically on the basis that I am passionate about being in a 24/7, monogamous, marital, M/s relationship. The thought of my taboo sex life complicating any other information or solid advice I bestow in my writing. How many people even bother to read it as soon as they see “BDSM” in the category cloud to the right. I’m sure you’re asking, “Why do you care?” You’re right. I don’t necessarily care for the approval, but I care from the standpoint of analysis and principle: Why do some people follow the socialistic patterns they were taught? Is there truly some people that have not a single part of them inclined to understand what lurks behind the unopened door?
“If all I did was stare at polka dots, my eyes would starve for stripes”
I know people see me and believe I desperately hang from the outstretched hand of my financially savvy husband. You see me in my body hugging, cleverly revealing, yet professional sheath dresses and think I have a library full of beauty magazines. You assume I obsess over dieting, refrain from eating carbs, spend my entire life on a treadmill, or get plastic surgery. Perhaps you see me strutting through the grocery store in one of my many pair of 6 inch stiletto heels, and assume I carelessly sling them over the shoulders of men for enjoyment. A tasteful amount of cleavage escapes the v-neck of my sweater and you assume these beautiful, full breasts are fake; again, you assume they are probably a purchase that my meal ticket husband or my affair partner bought me. I place a high value on physical appearance; I choose to never leave the house without being “done up”, so I must be under-educated and compensating for my miserable intellect. I carry myself with poise, so I must be a conceited bitch. You see me with my kids and assume I’m their biological mother as you watch them hold my hand, tell me they love me, and scurry beside me in their splendor. You assume I listen to Carrie Underwood, ask my husband to make sweet love to me, grace a pew every Sunday, and obsess over the next episode of some popular reality T.V. Oh my…
I am financially independent and always have been. I have maintained my professional career throughout several personal setbacks. I fully embrace my sexuality, to all degrees possible. I haven’t touched a beauty magazine since my early 20’s, and don’t define myself by any standard other than that of my approval and that of my Dom. I have an intense passion for cooking; therefore, I possess an even greater passion for eating. I don’t deny myself anything that brings me pleasure, nor make myself feel guilty for embracing the pleasures in life. I sling my 6 in heels over the muscular, mountainous shoulders of my husband, my Dom. My favorite necklace is a collar. I am well educated. I am high maintenance; preferring my husband to parade me about as his trophy wife than walk 10 steps ahead of me while I trudge along in my tattered sweat pants. I am confident, powerful, and outspoken. I would still wear my 6 inch stiletto heels while stomping the heads of zombies, should I ever need to do that sort of thing. I choose to be my husband’s full time submissive, because I have never met a man who can handle me until him. They were small in spirit. They were insignificant in presence. They were boring in entirety. I wait on my husband hand and foot; I make his meals, plate his food, wash his body, fold his clothing and carry his cum inside me with equal pride. I serve him and his every request, relentlessly. We blast NIN, Rob Zombie, Deftones, Massive Attack, Portishead, Tool, Puscifer, A Perfect Circle (yes, they deserve to be listed separately as I have an obsession with Maynard). I fucking hate Carrie Underwood and her male bashing, spiteful “bitch in a pair of cowboy boots”, country bumpkin, lyrically trite, bullshit example of “music”. Oh, and those kids…They are my step-children. I love them as if I’d birthed them. I love them with a power so great, it instills a fear of jealousy so vile in their mother that feels it’s necessary to punish them for saying my name. We raise them with confidence, strength; provide them with an example of what love, appreciation, adoration and respect looks like in a marriage. We eat family dinners together at the table, insist they use their impeccable manners, and share all the pleasurable tales of simplicity of their day. We look forward to family game night, weekly. I don’t pray to God, but openly worship my God (my D/Husband). I am agnostic; but, possess a deep regard for souls, energy, and the possibility at previous lives. My breasts and every part of this glorious body, often dressed so beautifully in the knot work of my D, are 100% authentic.
Try to place me in a box now…
Spanking: how to give? Our personal technique!
Among all these sex tips qu’Artdusexe gives you more than a year now to spice up your sex life, all those little details that make the kisses and hugs weekly or daily have nothing of monotonous , all these little things These sexual massages and these little tricks that are cleverly get excited for even the most fluffy tenderness becomes hot like fire, it is a subject that has not yet addressed: the spanking . Practice sexy, sensual and very exciting for men and women – but only when it is well fed! And do not forget qu’Artdusexe also offers the coaching …
Spanking: know how to balance strength …
While spanking is a very popular in porn movies, you do not have to copy his favorite actors – because, as we know, what happens in porn , it’s not always good to reproduce in life … In any case, this is not necessarily unload his nerves on thebottom of his girlfriend ! The practice of spanking is not necessarily destined to be transformed into practical SM … Also note that the sensitivity of each variable is supported and what your ex may possibly become very painful for your new girlfriend. Spanking we give to excite his partner can be variable intensity and pain and you have to adapt to the strength of each … It can go spank the little surprises and stings a little to the real good spanking we still felt several hours later. It all depends on taste.
Spanking: our technique!
Do not make small games sexual torture is one thing, but on the other hand when one decides to spank, we do not pretend! Otherwise, it’s just ridiculous and not at all exciting. Nothing more annoying for a woman to see a man who assumes half. It is not to mimic the idea of a spanking, but to really give! Again, everything is in the staging and in the psychological aspect of it. What is exciting in spanking, it is the male side dominant , then it turns into a shy kitty who hardly dare smacking the buttocks of his partner, it does nothing more exciting!
Spanking can also echoes of childhood memories: it has a small regressive side in the submission – or punishment, which can also give free rein to a number of other small games … Most of the time, it is rather the men who give spankings, but nothing prevents reverse roles. It all depends on how you like to play with dominance in the couple … can spanking during foreplay to get excited with such a rim , or during coitus, and in this case, when c ‘ is taken, it can even cause orgasm … Think about it. You can spank hand, traditionally, or you used a whip , a whip or a rule … Anyway, buttocks is a very erogenous zone , do not neglect them and enjoy !
This song talk about these women who married one men for the money.
How nice bourgeoisie is
It’s for petty bourgeoisie drinking champagne ,
It’s for all the french quotas that I no longer speak english ,
It’s for the petty bourgeoisie lounging around in Hawaii
Regularly paying for a champagne glass
You’ve spent your life wasting your time ,
Money in-crowd that you hide in your gloves
Cracked up to your teeth , you’ve slapped your parents
To get into parties , 30 years old single .
Should get a move on to make you cough up the hundred bill
Some things are priceless
Like the last Versace bag .
I’d like to drink , a glass , of a beverage , of champagne
Les prostituées ont pour moi une certaine poésie. Elles sont interdites, enviées, détestées, cachées, montrées du doigts… Elles sont autant jugées que craintes car elles pourraient être les premiers juges de tout ce qu’elles savent de la vie, de l’humain, des sentiments, de la souffrance… Elles connaissent à ce point les secrets dévoilés sur l’oreiller qu’elles dépassent la centrale de google ou de facebook qui enregistre toutes nos données. Elles n’ont pas besoin d’enregistrer, de nominer, de classifier, elles ont un tel bagage qu’elles n’ont plus besoin de réfléchir pour être là comme il faut, pour être là pour l’autre le temps d’un quart d’heure, d’une heure, après-midi ou en voyage. Ces femmes ont toujours été jugées depuis longtemps. En effet, les prostituées ont toujours représenté la liberté, le refus de l’autorité la force et la détermination d’aller au-delà des règles, de créer leur propre monde, leur propre système. Les prostituées doivent rester interdites officiellement car c’est ça qui garde leur magie. Et c’est dans cet interdit que leur place est importante. Ces femmes remarquablement fortes et si fragiles à a fois ont une place indispensable dans notre société.
Bref il y a aussi plusieurs formes de prostitution et …Ne nous voilons pas la face, la prostitution est partout! Seule l’appellation change. Une pute serait celle qui racole dans la rue, une prostituée serait plutôt derrière une vitrine, tandis que l’escorte se déplace dans les soirées et le top, c’est la call girl, mannequin au départ qui fait la pute le soir pour regagner l’argent qu’elle a flambé le jour même! La call girl qui fait la pute? Donc on revient au point de départ. En effet c’est un cercle vicieux, ce qui démontre bien que le marché du sexe est partout. Mais…Le marché du sexe n’a rien avoir avec la prostitution car cette dernière est plutôt un état d’esprit. Bien sur il y en a qui en font un boulot genre, 5 clients par jour cinq jours semaine, de 10h à 22h mais il y a celles qui se marient avec un gros poisson qu’elle ont mijoté dans leur casserole. Oui, les femmes qui se marient pour avoir une sécurité comme on dit élégamment sont aussi des prostituées. Des femmes à un client. C’est comme choisir de vendre dix twingos ou une bentley par trimestre.
Prostitutes have a certain poetry to me. They are forbidden, envied, hated, hidden, shown with the finger… they are all considered as fears because they could be the first judges of what they know about life, human, feelings of suffering … They know at this point the secrets revealed on the pillow they exceed the central google or facebook that records all our data. They do not need to register, nominate, classify, they have such a background that they no longer need to think as it should be there, to be there for each other the time of a quarter of an hour, an hour, afternoon or traveling. These women have always been considered from a long time. Indeed, the prostitutes have always been freedom, rejection of authority, the strength and determination to go beyond the rules, create their own world, their own system. Prostitutes must remain officially banned because that’s what keeps their magic. And it is this prohibition that their place is important. These remarkably strong and fragile at the times and these women have a vital place in our society.
In short there are also many forms of prostitution and … Do we have to face facts, prostitution is everywhere!Only the name changes.A whore is one that solicits in the street, a prostitute would rather behind glass, while the escort moves in the evenings and the top is the call girl, initially a model who makes the whore in the evening to return the money she blazed the same day! The call girl who is a whore? So we return to the starting point. Indeed it is a vicious circle, which demonstrates that the sex trade is everywhere. But … the sex trade has nothing to do with prostitution because it is rather a state of mind. Of course there are some who make a job like, 5 clients a day, five days a week from 10am to 22pm but there are those who marry with a big fish that have simmered in their pan. Yes, women who marry for security as they say are elegantly as prostitutes. Women to a customer. It’s like choosing to sell ten twingos or one bentley in a few months.