Since I’m working to update Femdom Fantasies I am looking for some story submissions. So many of you write really well and I was thinking, you could write a story for me, couldn’t you? I’d really, really like that.
Perhaps this photo will inspire…
Since I’m working to update Femdom Fantasies I am looking for some story submissions. So many of you write really well and I was thinking, you could write a story for me, couldn’t you? I’d really, really like that.
Perhaps this photo will inspire…
When I am feeling sleepy or unwell, I want someone dressed exactly like this guy to attend to my every whim. He can begin with a massage, soft and sensual, and then move on to soft kisses on the back of my neck, my shoulderblades, and then down to the small of my back.
Once I am nice and relaxed, I’ll have him switch on sexy music, and instruct him to dance for me. What a tease as I know that apron is open in the back and reveals a very delicious tush.
Mmm.
Going back to bed for a bit to … umm… sleep – yes that it’s ;)
I’ll be writing more later today.
I usually try to post both a male and female “tush” photo, but this one was so great I decided to let it stand… err…sit.. alone. I’m sure that right away you’ll notice her bracelet (have I ever mentioned I have a thing for bracelets??) That one looks wonderful – all dangley and everything. Imagine her bracelet tickling and teasing as her fingers travel up and down his body… such tender caresses.
And her hat! If I could, I would wave a wand and hats would popular again. I really don’t mind if they’re popular other than they are so much easier to find when they are. Still… perhaps she could take her pet on a shopping expedition through vintage stores, having him hold her hatboxes as she makes her purchases. His excitement would grow with each purchase because he’d know that later, when they were home alone, she would tie him with something nice and silky so that he could not touch, and model each of those hats for him. Just the hats… nothing else. And since the hats make her feel happy and sexy, I’m sure she would spend a bit of time touching and teasing both herself and him. She may wonder which hat would look best resting over his… lap. When she retrieved it, she might choose to sit where the hat had rested, offering him a much closer view. Hats always look wonderful up close…
At first glance, what story do you see in this photo? Is she dominant or submissive? Is that cut a cute leather belt around her waste or is it more than that? Is she caressing gently, about to inflict pain, or something in between?
Of course as a woman, I noticed her handbag. All you fellas are probably saying, “She has a handbang??”. What do you suppose is in that handbag?
Have you decorated for Christmas yet? I’m still looking for the guys in the photo above to finish mine!
I have been wondering if perhaps I’ve held onto this tush thing long enough and should perhaps expand my photographic pleasures. After all, there are so many different areas of the body on which to focus..
Now.. none of you enjoy the legs of a beautiful woman, do you? ;) I was looking for a nice photo of a man’s legs, but didn’t come across one (hint hint).
Have to love a man’s hands – the strength, the tenderness, the sensuality.. all in one.
Throats. Yum. Made for soft lips to caress and tease. That quick swallowing you can feel when your lips hit just the right spot…
Sometimes it’s not what you can see… it’s about what tempts you. His eyes, hidden for the moment. That tie, begging to be used for binding his hands, that shirt… oh yes.. unbuttoning each button slowly like opening a present, kissing each newly exposed area of flesh… (I know, I’ve said that several times before but hey, I like opening presents – what can I say?)
I realize that the photos that I use here are almost always of perfect bodies and always of people in their 20s-30s. I can see in many ways that sends a message that only the young and perfect are attractive when nothing could be farther than the truth.
Some of the sexiest men I know are a little bit heavy. Some not so muscular. Some are older. Some quite a bit older than me. It doesn’t matter. What matters is how relaxed they are with themselves, how much they appreciate life, how intelligent they are, how articulate they are, how funny and sweet. It’s a pity that those things aren’t so easily portrayed via a photo.
I’ll end with a shot that I think is uber sexy. I will not publish one bad word about this photo so if you don’t like it, keep your thoughts to yourself. I love this image because it’s obvious this guy has some confidence, a good sense of humor, and a high tolerance for cold ;) If I knew who this guy was, I’d invite him home for something warm to drink and a hopefully equally warming conversation.
Well, yes, sure – he’s not showing his tush but hey, I can live with that. I say Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and Happy Birthday all rolled into one ;)
I’m not going to write much today because I’m a bit under the weather. I need a Dr who makes house calls should there be one out there all ready, willing, able, and submissive ;)
There are a couple of things I did want to mention. The activity in the comments section here has really been busy lately and much of what is said there is quite interesting. I’ve added a feature to my blog that allows you to sign up for email notifications of post comments in case you want to easily follow them. This feature will work even if you haven’t left a comment. Click on the post title and then scroll to the bottom of the page to find the signup box.
Additionally, I’ve decided that I will publish anonymous comments. The blog software doesn’t allow for that so in the spot where you sign your name – make up one. In the spot for an email address you may put in someone@ladyjulia.net. This will allow the comment to pass on through for approval by me.
Hmm… what else?
I know, I’ll end with a little humor.
Thanks, Pete M. :)
I know this is my second post today, but I couldn’t let Terrific Tush Tuesday pass unnoticed ;) And since I was posting again anyway… just had to share this with you:
According to a recent YouGov survey, window shopping and gossiping didn’t rate as highly as sex in the “free activity” category. I’m astounded to know they had to survey 2000 people to determine this.
Straight away I must question the validity of the numbers. Of the Scots surveyed, 43 percent said oh yes, sex was their favorite of the free activities listed. Doesn’t that make you wonder else made the list?? Only 35 percent of those living in Southern England deemed sex as numero uno. I absolutely do not believe this is a valid survey – I have some very hot, very amorous English friends and I cannot imagine what would rank higher than sex for them ;)
More women surveyed apparently preferred sharing the scoop to sex (oh my, what does that say???) while men said, “Sex please!”
Wouldn’t you hate to be the person conducting one of these surveys? If I were doing it via the phone or in person, I do not think I could keep the incredulity from my voice or face when I heard someone say, “Oh yes, I got these perfectly gorgeous earrings on sale at Neiman-Marcus. That’s sooooo much better than having sex!” I think I would be forced to shift directly into advice-rendering mode ;)
- Lady Julia
It’s late as I sit here typing, propped up in bed by nice plump pillows. I’m sipping a glass of white wine, listening to David Cook’s new CD, and enjoying the feel of my red silk “boyfriend” nightshirt against my freshly lotioned skin. The nightshirt doesn’t look like much on that dressmaker’s mannequin, but I think with soft curves filling it out it probably looks ok ;)
I want to be super relaxed and feeling extra sexy when I go to sleep tonight because I’m trying once again to see if I can induce deliciously erotic dreams. My dream journal (blank for now) and pen are by my bedside. Once I finish my wine, I’m going to slip down under the comforter and attempt to guide my dreams to the place I desire for them to be.
Of course I’ll touch… after all, how can I resist when I can see him in my mind: warm water coursing over his torso and across his bottom, his hands caressing my soft flesh, my hands exploring his body – a body that is mine to do with whatever I wish. Soon after, he’ll be sitting bound in a straight-backed chair, his sense of sight held captive by a black blindfold, and I shall have an array of items at my disposal with which I can tease and arouse. It won’t take long at all til he is begging…