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July 12th, 2017

As you regular readers are aware, I've been traveling the past month with my "signif. other" -- and, as you know, in recent years she has become totally "asexual," not wanting to fuck at all.

At home, not a serious problem -- since we sleep in separate bedrooms. (And sometimes in separate homes, since I love my Florida place. But on cruise ships and in hotels, we share a bedroom -- if not a bed! Masturbation has been my comfortable refuge in recent years, but that doesn't work when you're in the same room!

So, tonight, though exhausted by a long flight (from Iceland to Washington), I will do what I reasonably CAN to deal with the built-up pressures...

September 14th, 2016

http://devifemme.livejournal.com/1152108.html Dates back to January 2012; a Tumblr called "daddysbrokengirl" likes captioning her reblogs (shades of my own approach to bloggery)

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INGRID MICHAELSON LYRICS "Masochist"

She says you're a masochist for falling for me,
So roll up your sleeves.
And I think that I like her, 'cuz she tells me things I don't want to hear,
Medicinal tongue in my ear.

When will it stop? When will it stop?

When will I feel all soft on the inside?
When will I feel all soft on the inside?
When will I feel soft, soft?

You say that my skin feels like no one else's,
That it's different somehow.
But I don't understand, isn't a hand just a hand?
No you don't understand.

When will it start? My broken part?

When will I feel all soft on the inside?
When will I feel all soft on the inside?
When will I feel soft, soft?

August 5th, 2016

The Turk, again

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Yesterday I "met up," metaphorically, with an extraordinary Turkish photographer -- with hundreds of uniquely elegant shots of "seksi" (sound it out -- apparently a Turkish word for you-know-what) girls doing what comes VERY naturally. I did a long post, but by no means did I manage to convey how much I like the shooting.

So here's another vivid photo from him.*




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* I'm presuming the Turk is a guy, though it's not impossible that "they" (the politically correct word for a gender-fluid person [yes, singular -- not plural] nowadays) are a woman equally empathetic with male and female sexualities (yeah, I think that one needs to be plural!).

July 19th, 2016

Bondage and collars

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http://ultradevi2.tumblr.com/post/147599244674/gotta-love-collars-half-the-people-who-wear-them The rest of my comment on Tumblr is: "... in public don’t know the bondage connotation – and, of course, the other half DO !!"

This was a recent post from my Tumblr -- and, yes, I adore the sexual connotation of collars -- all kinds from discreet black ribbons with a jewel clasp to studded leather ones for the biker crowd-- with a loop to hook a leash into. Someone to whom you're sexually attracted owns that leash -- and YOU! (Sadly, I've never experienced being leashed, but I do have several explicit -- to me, anyway -- chokers, and I practically get wet when I wear them.)

Speaking about sex and freaky me, I'm about to confess a few more personal kinks. (I've done this sort of thing occasionally, and you sweet readers seem not to have been scared off -- remember the girl in Africa with whom I had an on-line domme-submissive thing a couple of years back? Lots of comments to those posts.)

You will have noted these little "entertainments" are basically masturbation; I'm under the grudging eye of my SigOther, Joanne, and could NOT get away with anything "a deux". (She knows I self-pleasure and is mostly okay about it as long as I'm discreet.)

Anyhow, a game with myself has evolved, and I've written a bit about it in the past year or so. Basic rules specify a coin-toss as to whether I should whip myself with a fiendish little whip I create by doubling a charger cord. (Use an old one, peeps, since the point at which the cord doubles deteriorates fairly easily [after all, it's where the whip cracks] -- and it won't carry a current, as I've discovered.)

If tails, it's 25 strokes between my legs; if heads, it's 25 across each breast. Flipping again, repeat; if a third flip comes up tails, I remove my panties for the whipping -- and likewise my bra if it's heads three times in a row.

There are a few other fine-points, but it often leads me into my bed for a rousing hand-job and, sometimes, a spectacular climax.

So, yesterday, my nipples were punished pretty severely, and the ensuing orgasm was soooo delicious... as were 3 or 4 further orgasms. Today, I decided to repeat the exercise, telling myself I had to write about it unless I climaxed within 15 minutes. Well, my nipples were still really painful from yesterday, especially after the fourth whipping (the last 25 on my bare nipples, since there were 3 in a row); my butt was suffering, too (and I notice especially as I sit typing this).

However, the 15-minute time limit was reached without cumming, so I duly dressed (with panties but no bra) and am completing my punishment right now, as you sweet readers can attest. Oh, one thing more: if any of you try my game with your special partner, I'd really love to hear how well it works. Particularly if you're switches, you could alternate being the domme on each coin toss. And, for you Ponies, you might have enough girls at hand (snicker!!) to go for threesomes, or even more...

March 9th, 2016

http://ultradevi.tumblr.com/post/140780864347/always-your-dark-angel-having-some-fun-trying (Oh, soooo very casual, “angel” -- BUT you created a special tag for this shot: “female masturbation,” obviously wanting us to call you out about your hand inside your panties… ")
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February 19th, 2016

Morning sex

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http://ultradevi.tumblr.com/post/139596704842/cuddleninja-morning-sex-justine-mmmm-it-is (My full caption: "mmmm, it IS morning here in Florida, and a little self-pleasuring by Yours Truly is imminent" -- or something to that effect. (See my preceding post to understand just how horny I am. Thanks, Jamie!)

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More going on in my "old tags" game: indeed, I needed SIX tags to do justice to my mood -- four tags are my usual number.

January 16th, 2016

I just gave you sweet readers a taste of my Florida routine -- and related disasters!

Now, let me explore a more delicate aspect of the day. As you lovely friends know, my life with Joanne is at best UNEVEN, with her being a loving spouse/accomplice/pal, but alternating with her low moods -- translating into various levels of unhappiness with MOI! As I've said, she's transmuted all this into a cordial loathing for Florida in general and our lifestyle here in particular.

This week has been better, though she's grumbled through the agggravations of getting this household running after months away. (Plumber in to replace kitchen faucet; Sears to check the water heaters; getting the hot-tub filled and running; and a large dose of ETC.)

Today Joanne's off to a seminar at a Catholic entity here, so I've had some enjoyable "me" time. I gave myself a little spanking with my favorite whip (a doubled phone-charger cord: I do commend it to you masochists -- it swings between my legs and snaps in a most satisfying way).

Then, for the first time in weeks, I indulged myself in a game that gets me into the vicinity of "subspace" -- when a submissive converts pain into a wonderful dreamy euphoria, and with luck into an unbelievable arousal and -- eventually -- a fierce organism. I've mentioned it previously: first thing in the morning, I get 25 spanks with panties pulled down -- then toss a quarter to see what further punishment is to be given.

Tails (yes -- not an accidental choice) gets 25 more with panties pulled up -- if, that is, they are "clean" hits. Swinging the whip between my legs sometimes connects with my knee or thigh (producing less pain than a direct hit), so I must start the count again... and sometimes yet again. When I get to a "clean" 25, I toss the coin again: if tails, 25 more across my ass; if heads, 25 across each breast.

Finally, one further proviso: if I continue to toss tails, there are 25 more each time until heads occurs; if I get heads again, another 25 to each breast. (I wear a light bra, so the pain transmits as sharply as it does through my panties.)

I'm allowed to opt out after 4 heads or tails in a row; I must take the final punishment bare, removing either panties or bra for it. Today, I had about 75 on my ass (counting the re-starts), and 100 on each breast. But then tails occurred, so I was required to sit down (!) and type this public report of my misconduct.

Joanne is due back about now. I will continue the game as opportunities permit. Spankings are difficult if she's around. My bedroom upstairs is rather open, so the sound of spanks can be heard in the TV room downstairs, where she chooses to sleep. We used to sleep together upstairs, and she led many a thrilling punishment session -- intense trips to subspace, to my utter delight! (Masturbation [my only option for me; she doesn't indulge herself, to my near certainty] is proving a pretty fair substitute in the unfortunate circumstances.)

December 28th, 2015

Starting without him...

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http://ultradevi.tumblr.com/post/136162057427/classysexylust-justine-another-shot This is another shot reblogged by the Canadian guy -- she seems to be starting without him…

An Italian tumblr named "porgia," yet another guy, originated the preceding shot; in his turn, he reblogged the following one (originated by someone named "ladamanera") -- http://ultradevi.tumblr.com/post/136162647757/justine-woohoo-in-this-case-both-women Indeed, these women evidently HAVE started without a guy around.

We find out that "ladamanera" = LaDamaNera, or BlackLady -- http://ultradevi.tumblr.com/post/136163637227/ladamanera-ladamanera-justine-oooh-love Oooh, do I love the fishnets AND the gloves -- and that’s ALL she’s wearing!

November 17th, 2015

Cumming along

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I had the BEST orgasm last night! By myself, as by now you lovely readers no doubt assume.

Certainly there had been lots of foreplay through the afternoon, as you saw in my posts. (I dared myself to reblog on my tumblr that "sexual predilections" post from last week -- http://devifemme.livejournal.com/1940576.html -- and that had me pretty aroused all evening.)

Anyway, I changed into my favorite pair of panties (tight, black and sporting a little lavender bow -- not what you'd have wanted your mom to find in the laundry, back in the day) and had a quick review of my Tumblr "dashboard"...

Settling in, I teased my pussy for what seemed a very long time -- and then sensed a climax taking shape, building slowly -- but ever so predictably. I deliberately slowed down a little -- carefully, since I know it can be all too easily lost. (I didn't dare break the flow to play with my new pink dildo, bought recently and oh-sooo nervously -- you'd think I was still a kid!).

It was like a giant ocean wave (trite, I recognize) when it finally swept over me. I was trembling and gasping for breath -- but trying to keep quiet. (Even four rooms and several closed doors away, Joanne has very good hearing, as I've occasionally found out...)

I'm aware The Donald may have copyrighted the word, but I gotta say it was HUGE! And I was able to keep going, shivering through a chain of tumbling little sequels. It was such a sweet rush of feelings -- I only wished I had someone to share it with.

Memories flooded back of just such lovemaking: most especially, an American girl named Michelle in Rome used to get me off with THAT intensity -- and I was able to do exactly the same thing to her. Alas her wealthy boyfriend returned to Rome after a couple of months; instantly, I was history.

From those luscious memories I drifted into a peaceful sleep.

I cum a few times a week, starting and finishing in many different ways: I'm an inventive self-lover, if nothing else. But last night may well have been the single best climax in several years, at least.

September 18th, 2015

http://ultradevi.tumblr.com/post/129359467787/justine-a-bit-more-frank-than-the-usual-superhero

I might point out that the blogger is a girl named Emily.
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