So Sexy

Now this, to me, is incredibly sexy:



and this



and this

God, I'm Boring; Have I Nothing NC-17 to Write About?

I guess not.

Cut or Uncut?

Mistress MJ held a contest to determine the owner of an enormous disembodied penis. I, in my brilliant deductive powers, guessed correctly. Yes, I did, and I'm proud of it.

Said penis was uncircumsized, which got me thinking about the whole question of cut or uncut. In my girlhood, I only once "experienced" an uncircumcized one (I say girlhood because my time as a peripatetic, and yes, that's a noun too, ended when I met Sarge nearly two decades ago!). Needless to say, it seems a little exotic and even peculiar to me. I suppose in England and generally abroad, where circumcision is more rare, the opposite is true, but being the American girl I am, well, the plain and unadorned version is most familiar and preferred. I guess it's really whatever you're used to.

So when my old boyfriend first revealed his be-foreskinned penis to me, I must say I was quite startled, even though he had at least had the presence of mind to warn me (had other girls before me been surprised and not always pleasantly? Perhaps he learned from bitter experience). I got used to it, sort of. But it always seemed like extra work to get to the actual object, and I always worried that somehow the act of peeling was painful; it seemed unnatural to peel; separating skin from skin is usually only done in a ripping fashion...eurgh...of course that's all suggestion, not reality...

so I'll leave anyone who stops by to ponder: cut? uncut? preferences? predilections? or familarity by default?

The Winner is...

Too Little Time!

In a random drawing, you, my dear, have won yourself a handmade tiny toy in a wee matchbox!

Thanks to you ladies for participating--it was fun!

Stop by soon!

xoxo

Our First Time

The first time you had sex, willingly, with someone besides yourself (badum-bum). A memory sometimes sweet, sometimes gruesome and shameful.

To celebrate first times good bad and worse, I'm holding a contest here in tandem with my sock contest. The prize will be a tiny innocent non-naughty toy, handmade by me, in a wee little matchbox. To enter, all you need do is leave a comment here describing your first time in ten words or less. I will hold a random drawing on Wednesday, September 17th.

I do hope you'll enter! (badum-bum)

Self-Sadism: or, the morning I lost my mind

Before I tear into de Sade, I must continue the self-flagellation I began on my other blog.  I am single-handedly responsible for the mortal illness of my dear Mercury Grand Marquis, by driving it on NO OIL.  Therefore, Leah, servant, please bend over for Leah Master and take your punishment like a man.  When I kick your ass, I want to hear no whinging.  Is this clear? 

Yes, Mistress.

Hear comes the boot, the lash, and the cat-o-nine-tails, all at once.

Ouch.

I repeat: there will be no complaint from you, silly servant of the Mistress.

Okay...

Incoming Book Report

Am reading "120 Days of Sodom & Other Writings" of Marquis de Sade. Will present book report soon. I've been shocked several times while reading; unusual, as it's hard to shock me. de Sade somewhat unpleasant. Stay tuned.

Love,

Leah