In commemoration of Canada Day please take a look at Rebecca. I do not have any high resolution images of her to share. POUT! But perhaps she will have the maturity and moxie to be the next Tricia Helfer.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Happy Canada Day: Rebecca Hardy
I have "met" her. OK. Not met met her but saw her at a Tim Hortons coffee shop in my home city. I did not know who Rebecca Hardy was but her striking good looks, her dangerously long supple legs and her confident carriage made me pause. So I went online and did a Google search and in minutes found out she was a winner of Canada's Top Model. Yes, good looking red heads are apparently easy to find online.
Rebecca was tall. She had on at least 4 inch heeled black patent pumps. I tried not to stare but it is hard not to when a person sees one so striking.
In commemoration of Canada Day please take a look at Rebecca. I do not have any high resolution images of her to share. POUT! But perhaps she will have the maturity and moxie to be the next Tricia Helfer.
In commemoration of Canada Day please take a look at Rebecca. I do not have any high resolution images of her to share. POUT! But perhaps she will have the maturity and moxie to be the next Tricia Helfer.
Labels:
Canada,
Rebecca Hardy,
Tricia Helfer
A New Blog to Follow
Saragirl's Sissy Confessions is a blog I would like to introduce to you. Each of the bloggers and sites I have linked to in my sidebar bring a wonderfully different perspective to nylons and the fetish/passion it means to each of the bloggers. Saragirl's blog has tasteful images and Saragirl is also a writer as well and soon to be featured at Nylon Whispers. I think we will be in for a wonderful treat!
An excerpt...
It dawned on me she was holding a belt in her hands. At first I thought she was going to hit me with it. I even hesitated moving, as if my love would ever really hurt me. I listened. I followed her directions, put my arms over my head, through the head board. Emil climbed onto the bed, onto me, and wrapped the belt around my wrists, tightened it, bound me to the bed, tight leather imprisoning me...
Oh my... Can hardly wait!
An excerpt...
It dawned on me she was holding a belt in her hands. At first I thought she was going to hit me with it. I even hesitated moving, as if my love would ever really hurt me. I listened. I followed her directions, put my arms over my head, through the head board. Emil climbed onto the bed, onto me, and wrapped the belt around my wrists, tightened it, bound me to the bed, tight leather imprisoning me...
Oh my... Can hardly wait!
Monday, June 29, 2009
She has LEGS!!!
I count myself luck to have a job given the state of the economy and it is not what I want to do in the end but where I work does have some benefits.
Most of my female co-workers are fresh out of high school and given the nature of our work environment they only wear slacks and shirts to it is a RARE occasion that one gets to see them dressed in anything but. This weekend one of the women had an early dinner reservation at one of the better restaurants in town and got changed in a short summer print dress and heels.
Wow! The picture above barely did her legs justice but it gives you some idea of what I had the privilege to see.
And it was so damn sexy seeing her walk in her 3 1/2 inch heels. That type of wobble could be taken advantage of!
Most of my female co-workers are fresh out of high school and given the nature of our work environment they only wear slacks and shirts to it is a RARE occasion that one gets to see them dressed in anything but. This weekend one of the women had an early dinner reservation at one of the better restaurants in town and got changed in a short summer print dress and heels.
Wow! The picture above barely did her legs justice but it gives you some idea of what I had the privilege to see.
And it was so damn sexy seeing her walk in her 3 1/2 inch heels. That type of wobble could be taken advantage of!
Friday, June 26, 2009
Poll Analysis for "From Gillligan's Island: Who is Your Favourite
The people have spoken.
Mary Ann | 76 (66%) |
Ginger | 38 (33%) |
Mary Ann wins but her lead was cut pack because at one time she had 69% of the vote. I think Nick at Fool for Your Stockings had a hand in this posting an entry extolling the virtues of Ginger. But sadly, the votes never really wavered since Mary Ann never had her 60% plus lead threatened.
This is not to say Ginger is not hot. She is.
I do not think anyone would argue if stuck with one OR the other that they would not have a little bit of the in and out with them. Or what ever it is that you do to float your SS Minnow.
For what it is worth I will share with you why I prefer Mary Ann.
It is not looks. It is not legs. It is not a penchant for wearing nylons.
It is her apparent innocence.
Sure... Ginger exudes sexual import and prospects but we ALL know it is just a sham. She offers the opportunity of the casting couch but not the assurance that we will get the chance to break the couch springs plying her obvious physical wares.
But Mary Ann has an innocence that for me begs to be tested and challenged. Is she so innocent and virtuous or is she hiding the wonderful embers of a orgasms to be unleashed?
Mary Ann's gingham flavoured innocence is a stronger attractant than Gingers glittering innuendo.
Thanks for all your votes!
Labels:
analysis,
Gilligan's Island,
Ginger,
Mary Ann,
polls
Thursday, June 25, 2009
It had come to this...
It had come to this. All her preparation and expectation had come to this. She was virtually throwing herself on him and he sat there and talked. TALKED! About God knows what. The dull after taste of the red wine he had brought only served to dim her opinion of him. He had insisted on chilling the Shiraz and during the conversation that had led to him being distracted by her to the point he had realized he had over-chilled the wine and even though she had objected and offered to open a Chardonnay instead he had insisted on opening his wine.
An offering she presumed to serve as a means do lower her inhibitions. Which had not needed to be lowered until this moment.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Erotic Closure
Nick Danger has been posting my excerpted erotic story called Erotic Closure at Nylon Whispers. It is broken down into parts:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Soon to come... Part 5.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Soon to come... Part 5.
Labels:
Erotic Closure,
erotica,
Nick Danger,
Nylon Whispers,
story
Bond Girl: Aki
Speaking of Bond Girls...
Aki is probably why I drool over Japanese women.
For those that care: You Only Live Twice is my favourite Bond movie.
Labels:
Aki,
Bond Girl,
James Bond,
You Only Live Twice
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Women and Sexual Attitudes
One of my favourite bloggers wrote a short entry about this idea and I wanted to expand on this. Her comment is drawn from a very interesting article by Kathy Lette entitled "Who writes best about sex?" From this article I wanted to draw on one particular series of paragraphs.
Being male I have been witness to this. And I have to admit I am guilty - in the past - of uttering those words in the context to which Ms. Lette refers. But I have good news for both men and women.
I can only draw from my limited experience and age and being in my mid-40s I have had the distinct pleasure of meeting women that have become liberated in their attitudes towards sex. In most cases this sexual awakening occurs after a long first relationship and then after the breakup of that relationship the women I have had the pleasure to know (and not all of them in the Biblical sense) have re-examined their attitudes and their sexual needs. In several cases these women I have talked to had not even experienced an orgasm until after this transformation!
Fuck guys, we have it easy. Think about it. Other than having some medical or psychological dysfunction men orgasm at the sight of a Ferrari.
Well some do...
One has to think about this: What social or ethical construct must exist that precludes a woman from being able to find pleasure in themselves and from others? It is something that should invoke shame in all of us. A collective shame. Lette gives some very illuminating statistics about this and you men and women should read them.
For several of these women they had the luck, and I use that term deliberately, the luck to find a partner after their sexual void that gave them the comfort to draw from themselves the emotional and physical support to discover sexual relations in a new way. I for one could not imagine not being able to be intimate without having that heart rending, brain popping experience of having and facilitating someone else's orgasm.
Frankly sexual confident and aggressive women are a turn-on. If you do not think so then put on a mental chastity belt and join the Peace Corp. Sexual intimacy covers a gamut of experiences from ultimate soft feather touch tenderness to rip roaring bang that headboard at the hotel and wake the people in the next room experiences.
Just because a woman knows what she wants sexual should in no way sublimate a man's confidence. Unless of course he has issues about intimacy and his own virility. Life and by extension sexual intimacy is about range. Trial and error. Fun. Laughter. Tears and moments of shared connected silence before, during, and after.
In no way to I pretend to be perfect. I have my own sexual interests that tend towards the more "traditional" treatment of the male and female sexual dynamic, especially in my writing. Perhaps that is in part to the social and artist stereotypes I grew up with. That does not mean I do not enjoy the full range of emotional caring and sharing I have had the honour and pleasure to enjoy in the past.
In the end: Sexual understanding, communication, expression, and equity benefit everyone. Lette makes some very compelling points.
A man who is sexually active is a “Love God”, a “Lothario”, a “Romeo”, a “stud muffin”. A woman who has the same sexual appetites as a man is still described as a “slut”, a “slapper”, a “tart”, a “moll” or a “slag” with “margarine legs” — ie, easily spreadable.
In truth, men still expect women to be virginal. The new man in a woman’s life will invariably ask: “Darling, darling, am I the first man to make love to you?” To which the woman will reply: “Of course. . . I don’t know why you men keep asking the same silly question.”
Being male I have been witness to this. And I have to admit I am guilty - in the past - of uttering those words in the context to which Ms. Lette refers. But I have good news for both men and women.
I can only draw from my limited experience and age and being in my mid-40s I have had the distinct pleasure of meeting women that have become liberated in their attitudes towards sex. In most cases this sexual awakening occurs after a long first relationship and then after the breakup of that relationship the women I have had the pleasure to know (and not all of them in the Biblical sense) have re-examined their attitudes and their sexual needs. In several cases these women I have talked to had not even experienced an orgasm until after this transformation!
Fuck guys, we have it easy. Think about it. Other than having some medical or psychological dysfunction men orgasm at the sight of a Ferrari.
Well some do...
One has to think about this: What social or ethical construct must exist that precludes a woman from being able to find pleasure in themselves and from others? It is something that should invoke shame in all of us. A collective shame. Lette gives some very illuminating statistics about this and you men and women should read them.
For several of these women they had the luck, and I use that term deliberately, the luck to find a partner after their sexual void that gave them the comfort to draw from themselves the emotional and physical support to discover sexual relations in a new way. I for one could not imagine not being able to be intimate without having that heart rending, brain popping experience of having and facilitating someone else's orgasm.
Frankly sexual confident and aggressive women are a turn-on. If you do not think so then put on a mental chastity belt and join the Peace Corp. Sexual intimacy covers a gamut of experiences from ultimate soft feather touch tenderness to rip roaring bang that headboard at the hotel and wake the people in the next room experiences.
Just because a woman knows what she wants sexual should in no way sublimate a man's confidence. Unless of course he has issues about intimacy and his own virility. Life and by extension sexual intimacy is about range. Trial and error. Fun. Laughter. Tears and moments of shared connected silence before, during, and after.
In no way to I pretend to be perfect. I have my own sexual interests that tend towards the more "traditional" treatment of the male and female sexual dynamic, especially in my writing. Perhaps that is in part to the social and artist stereotypes I grew up with. That does not mean I do not enjoy the full range of emotional caring and sharing I have had the honour and pleasure to enjoy in the past.
In the end: Sexual understanding, communication, expression, and equity benefit everyone. Lette makes some very compelling points.
Labels:
Lette,
sexual attitudes,
thoughts
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!
Some great dialogue in this sexploitation film!
The Old Man: Women! They let 'em vote, smoke and drive - even put 'em in pants! And what happens? A Democrat for president!
Billie: You really should be AM and FM. You one-band broads are a drag!
The Old Man: You girls a bunch of nudists or ya just short of clothes?
Apprently a remake is in the offing.
Labels:
Faster,
film,
Pussycat Kill Kill
New Poll! Mary Ann or Ginger
Thanks to Nick Danger for this idea. Just look to the right at the top of the blog page to participate.
Labels:
actress,
Dawn Wells,
Gilligan's Island,
Ginger,
Mary Ann,
Tina Louise
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Stockings Runs or "Ladders"
Stocking runs or ladders are caused usually by the stocking material being nicked or caught by some sharp object. Modern nylons are (sadly) very resistant to running. For the life of me I do not know why I find them sexy.
I do know that the first time I heard Joni Mitchell's "Help Me" with the line:
You dance with the lady
With the hole in her stocking
Didnt it feel good
Didnt it feel good
... I was hooked on the idea.
Labels:
hole,
ladder,
rememberances,
runs,
stockings
Monday, June 15, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Some New Writing
Nick Danger's writing and erotica blog is slowly growing and in addition to my serialized "Erotic Closure" series we have a new face adding some erotica to the mix. Desirae offers a short story titled "Sexual Harassement" so come on over and take a look.
Labels:
Desirae,
erotica,
fiction,
Nick Danger,
Nylon Whispers
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Angie Dickinson
Angie Dickinson is another actress that helped fuel the nylon fire for me. I cannot recollect when her legs came to my attention but I did see the movie "Dressed to Kill" in the early 80s. At that time she was 49 and looking great and who can forget the seduction scene in the museum and the taxi cab?
Labels:
Angie Dickinson,
legs,
seduction,
sex,
sexual arousal,
stockings
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