Updated Blogroll

During this time away from Los Angeles, I have been trying to take some time for myself away from the fun and sexy distractions and catch up on some reading. Beyond my usual favorites of poetry and literature, I decided to take a look at my blogroll, which has undergone very little change since I first created it about a year ago. I have so many books piled up around my bed, sexy and otherwise and now I have a roll of sexy blogs to catch up on too! I'm happy to say I can call Jenny DeMilo, Mistress Erin, and Ryan St. Germain my friends.

Completely new to my list are: aag, Longing's End, Sugarbutch Chronicles, Coquitten and Walking Vixen.

I even included some naughty boys: dirty boy and Natt Nightly.

All the people on my list actively update their blogs with content that will make you wet and make you think, something I try to do with my blog.

Nine

I can't decide if this movie is great or cheesy, but I'm not here to give you a feminist or intellectual reading of this movie. I'm here to tell you about the reason I saw this movie, which is why you should see it, the women! Featuring some of the sexiest and most beautiful women of this generation, and if you like the older dames, it has those too. Every scene is full of great bones, eyes, lips and legs. The movie drips with legs almost as good as mine, covered in fishnets and thigh highs, ending with stiletto shoes and over the knee black leather boots.

Even if I were to review this movie seriously, I'm not sure what else I would say about it, other than to bring me back to those dozens of legs.

Interview with Fixe Magazine

Check out my interview here.

Smells like a Dungeon

I'm not much into perfumes. I never understood the appeal of Chanel No. 5; a woman's own personal scent is so much sexier. However, I have always loved the single note and somewhat odd colognes of Demeter Fragrance.

I couldn't help but notice that some of their fragrances had a bit of a BDSM feel to them, namely Leather, Riding Crop, Rubber, and Vinyl.

If I were to make a fragrance called Dungeon, it would have some of these elements: Leather, incense, sweat, pleasure, a scream, a little blood . . . my laughter. Would you wear it?

Wishlist

I have updated my wishlist for those inquiring about gifts this holiday. My birthday is coming up in the beginning of February as well. A girl can never have too many books or stockings! I'm still going through a pile of books that a dear gentleman gave me. If you could only have heard me squeal when I opened that box. I'm honored that I am still on danni's wishlist, the webslave of Pandemos. But am I on yours?

Something not on my wishlist is this ridiculous corset I found on Agent Provacateur. I normally love their refined taste and high quality products, but this looks like the BDSM version of the Victoria's Secret fantasy $3M diamond bra.

Yes, those are metal spikes. And studs. What the hell? I like leather and latex corsets, maybe even satin, all with good boning, but leave the Bedazzler out of it!

Season's Beatings in New York

New York travel dates confirmed: 12/24-1/2.

Even though I lived in New York for years, I never played there! Pity, I know. So you should take this opportunity to play with me now!

I expect to be pretty busy but I hope to make a few new friends while I'm in town.

Book of Revelation movie review

Three masked women drug a lead male dancer and have their way with him for a few weeks. When they finally dump his sorry ass, he whimpers like a little bitch.

Needless to say, I loved this mainstream Femdomme flick.

But what kills me about it, is that when this bloke goes back to his life, he can't explain what happened to him. His live-in dancer girlfriend thinks he went on some fling. He tries to tell the cops what happened: "A friend of mine was abducted by three women." They all start laughing, "Poor bastard."

The women wear these sexy custom black masks with optional mouth pieces with robes to disguise their identities. They keep him chained up. One woman deeply scratches him down his back, leaving four bloody trails. They make him piss himself. They make him masturbate; when he refuses, they put his ankle in his vise and threaten to break it. When he pisses them off, the leader comes to him in the middle of the night: "Sorry to wake you" and out comes the olive oil and a large purple dildo. They make him dance for them.

When asked why, one masked woman simply says, "Because you're beautiful."

I laugh hysterically.