Thursday, July 30, 2009

Nowhere, really.

I spent the morning, alone, doing things women do when they are alone. Things they don't necessarily speak about. Nothing kinky or exciting, actually, just basic human grooming. Ensuring every inch of skin is clean, smooth and soft. Removing any possible detraction for the observer so he may fully appreciate the beauty of the body entire.

It's not an easy thing to do necessarily. In fact, if someone were to peer into my boudoir window on such occasion I'm sure I'd hear them chuckle as I contort and bend my body to ensure perfection.. or or maybe that's just me. Who knows? I don't usually bring up these matters with friends over lunch.

I'm in a funny place in my head.

I feel like I am fighting for every breath I take. I am much more at peace in the rare silence of my world, and in quiet of my mind. It's where I can be who I truly am and where my thoughts are free to roam. It's when I have to actually be who I am in this life, that I find myself choking.

Matching the inside to the outside seems impossible these days, which is probably why I decided to spend the whole morning perfecting the flesh. It's easier to examine one's outside then it is to examine one's inside, no? And the truth is, I know the answer to the question asked time and time again.

Where am I going?

Nowhere, really.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009


A new site that I think you will enjoy.

Sexual Dynamics: Memoirs of a Discerning Dom

The Discerning Dom has an incredible insight into the lives we try so hard to understand. I can't wait to read more.

Stop by and visit.. Tell him dragonfly sent you .. xoxo

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Cossisng over

Yesterday, I decided we needed a break from the beach and I did some much needed housework. I had the television on in the background to help ease my (ahem) love of cleaning, and also to watch the Michael Jackson memorial bonanza.

I was shocked.

No, this isn't going to be about MJ, although I thought it a very nice service, and if you missed any part of it, just turn on the tele right now and guaranteed some portion of it is airing again.

I was shocked by 2 commercials. The advertisement for these items wasn't something we haven't seen thousands of times. A phony scenario that is supposed to represent a typical life, a demonstration of how their product will make your life spectacular, followed by the repetitive drone of the announcer telling you how to get this product immediately. These products do not spin your salad or organize your closet, they are sexual enhancing items.

The Flirty Girl Work Out complete with "fitness pole."

Really? A "fitness pole?" So when someone comes into my home and sees my stripper fitness pole, and when the horror and shock settles on their face, I can whip out my DVD and say, "How do you like my Flirty Girl Fitness Pole? It's how I keep my girlish figure!" Cool!!!

And how about the little "fingertip massager" from Trojan? Looks a lot like this, no?

I recommend you watch this commercial which is on the above posted link for the product. I love the way the snooty bank teller informs the young girls that she has one. It reminded me of the start of a porno flick that could have been categorized as "mature lesbian threesome" or something like that, and are women really "afraid" of talking about sexual devices? I am also curious to know what she whispered to her friend.

I really loved how these items were thrown right out there in the daylight and commercially normalized. I can't wait to see what will cross over next!!

Maybe this?

Or this???