March 16, 2012 § 2 Comments
About This Time Last Year
I Began My Cock Detox
And Now I Find Myself
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October 5, 2011 § 14 Comments
Last week I attended a wonderful workshop, Private Pictures, hosted by the lovely Sarah Berry of Fannies Rule at Sacred Pleasures in Hackney, a great sex positive space. I have attended Sarah’s monthly meeting, Fannying Around at Sh Women Store, and was very fascinated by the Private Pictures class. This is an intimate, creative workshop where ladies sketch, paint, scribble their interpretations of their pussy!
On the evening I attended there were seven gorgeous cunts in attendance, including our fearless leader Sarah, and we were all different ages, sizes and flavors. I ran into erotic author, Annie Player, on the doorstep and we were greeted by London Faerie, practitioner and facilitator of Sacred Pleasures. After a lovely warm hug he ushered us into our artistic space where Sarah was busy setting up nibbles, wine, tea and art supplies. The room was warm and not too bright and it was wonderful to sink into one of the cushy sofas after a long day. One by one the other lovely ladies arrived and a lot of us were saying how luxurious it was to disconnect from work, to unwind for a while. Each with a drink in hand and well on our way to being unwound it was time to begin, so we made our way to a circle of crimson cushions.
Sarah started us off with a little introduction of her self, in her words…
I first came up with the idea for the group when I was a teenager. I couldn’t have sex, I didn’t know why but I dreamed of a place I could talk freely about my problem.
Every time I tried to insert anything into my fanny be it a finger, tampon, cock or courgette, I started to panic. I couldn’t tell anyone and suffering in silence led to clinical depression.
When I was 21, my then boyfriend marched me to the Family Planning Clinic. Not long after I got diagnosed with vaginismus. This is a condition where the brain tells the pelvic muscles to contract when anything is inserted.
A little bit more about vaginismus…
Vaginismus, sometimes anglicized vaginism is the German name for a condition which affects a woman’s ability to engage in any form of vaginal penetration, including sexual intercourse, insertion of tampons, and the penetration involved in gynecological examinations. This is the result of a reflex of the pubococcygeus muscle, which is sometimes referred to as the “PC muscle”. The reflex causes the muscles in the vagina to tense suddenly, which makes any kind of vaginal penetration—including sexual intercourse—painful or impossible.
A woman suffering from vaginismus does not consciously control the spasm. The vaginismic reflex can be compared to the response of the eye shutting when an object comes towards it. The severity of vaginismus and the pain during penetration, including sexual penetration, varies from woman to woman.
In Sarah’s journey to heal and understand she met a lot of people who just told her to relax, have a bath, etc but along the way she met some wonderful folks who helped her to embrace her fanny and one suggested capturing herself in art… And Private Pictures was born!
We each took turns talking about our fanny/cunt/yoni, how she was doing and what we expected from the class; we were all there for different reasons but all very excited! So after introductions we settled down in our own art space. There were stand alone mirrors to capture our bits and lots of different art materials; I grabbed a canvas, some acrylics, some water colours and a few pastels, hoping to make more than one pussy portrait.
I felt so blissed to be in this environment for a number of reasons… I love women, I love sharing with women, I love talking about sexuality, like Sarah I didn’t really have places where I could talk about sex and my sex growing up, so now I feel exhilarated by the freedom. I am a reformed self hater in many ways, including my feelings about my cunt…
So I settled in with my materials, my mirror, wine and was ready to take a long look at myself in the mirror. When I first started my sexual healing, I was encouraged in Betty’s Dodson ‘Sex For One’ to use a mirror to explore, related and connect with my vulva. I am comfortable doing this but hadn’t for whatever reason done it in while and I was surprised by what I saw:
My Cunt Has Blossomed!
I’ve always had one larger inner labia that sticks out from between my outer lips. Well, it developed in puberty and I was absolutely ashamed, I hated it and I remember telling my at the time boyfriend how sorry I was, how I was going to get it cut off one day. I didn’t know the word labiaplasty, I just knew I was deformed, disgusting and totally unsexy. Thankfully these feelings are long gone as I now know that fannies come in manyyy incredible shapes and sizes. So to look at my wiser, happier today cunt and to see that she is not only content but blossoming, I was a bit in awe. So my larger inner lip remains (I think it looks like a cute tongue, with my new pubic hair my pussy looks like a puppy to me *squeee!*) but I also noticed some of my other inner lip frilling and protruding in a way it hadn’t before, my outer lips fuller, more relaxed. I took in the shadows of my pubes, the crevices of my lips, the wetness dotted here and there and the technicolor of my feminine flesh.
I few tears pricked my eyes as I remembered the hate, the anger and the sadness I used to hold towards and in my pussy. Part of me wished I could come right there to say ‘Thank You’ to this energy that stuck with me through the dark times. Instead I painted for swirling private pictures, each a different side of my cunt’s personality…
The room was relaxed as we chatted and created our art work, I think I expected more silence but was so comfortable sharing with these women, so happy we were all open and feeling happily connected. There was so much laughter, it really was a scared space.
At the end of the session we came together to share our private pictures and I was blown away by everyone’s beautiful work. We each had made several portraits and each one showed a different side to each woman. Swirling blue and cherise pubic hair, lips like shells, doors and flowers, clits that were star shaped, hidden or in purple – it was a cunt love smörgåsbord. Like me there were women who focused on capturing parts of themselves they have not or did not like, scars, hairs, shapes that make us unique. I could tell I was not the only one who felt moved by her fanny and this wonderful experience.
I tucked away my pussy portraits, gingerly wrapping them and very excited to share! I had to scoop up Miss Berry in the biggest hug I could manage and I thanked her for the evening and not just for me but for all the women she is going to help with fanny healing, liberating and loving with this amazing workshop.
Thank You Sarah Berry
For future workshops and more details about her monthly meeting Fannying Around, please visit her site FanniesRule.com
Love Lust & Light
August 21, 2011 § 2 Comments
It Is Sunday And I Just Wanna B Snuggled N Bed W Someone I Love
Whispering & Kissing & Dozing…
Good Better Best, Never Let It Rest, Until Your Good Is Better & Your Better Is Best
Or Something Like That *giggle*
I’m Honoured & Delighted To Present To You
T Love Game With Sharlena Wood, Artist, Teacher, Inspiration
Sharlena & I Met Years Ago, N Canada When I Was N College
And Working As A Life Drawing Model
Sharlena Was Working W An Art Supplies Company & Running Art Classes Out Of Their Headquarters
It Was Art At First Sight ♥
There Would B No Rubyyy Without Her
She Is A Constant Source Of Love, Light & Inspiration
I Look Forward To Seeing Where Her Art Goes, Where Our Work Goes
I Love You
W All My Heart,
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T Love Game W My Artist…
1) What Do You Love Most About Yourself?
2) What Did You Love Most About Your Last, Not Latest, Lover
:: hopeless romantic
3) What’s T First Song That Comes To Your Head When I Say… Love Song!
“You are so beautiful” Joe Cocker
4) What Colour Is Your Light?
5) What Lights (Cheers) You Up, No Matter What?
Drinking & Drawing
6) How Do You Bring Light To T World?
Sharing my art ♥
7) 3 Words To Describe T Way You Love
:: lustfully, hard & sweet
8 ) Which Symbol Represents Love For You?
<3 ♥ xo
9) What Word Do You Use For Light?
10) Write Your Own Version…
“All You Need Is YOU”
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VITALITY By Martha Graham
There is vitality
A life force that is translated through you into action
And because there is only one of you in all time,
This expression is unique
And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost.
It is not your business to determine how good it is,
Or how valuable it is
Or how it compares with others expressions
It is your business to keep it yours
To keep the channel open
You do not even have to believe
Or your works
You have to keep an open mind
And be aware directly to the urges that motivate you
here’s to a life of VITALITY, LOVE & LIGHT <3
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Sharlena Wood is creator of Shared Palette Interactive Art Entertainment, a popular art instructor for the Tri-Art Acrylic Education Progra, passionate about charcoal/mixed media and drawing Rubyyy Jones <3. Sharlena is self-taught artist who is genuine and true to herself, encouraging others to nurture and trust their own creative intuition. www.SharlenaWood.com // www.stormyartist.tumblr.com
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Love Lust & Light
August 11, 2011 § 2 Comments
I Can Feel Summer Turning To Fall
I Know! I Said IT, I Shouldn’t Say IT Or It’ll Come True
But It’s Already True
I’m Looking Forward To It
I Looove T Fall
My Birthday Period
I Looove T Decay, T Slumber, T Indulgence Of Autumn
I Love T Colours N Spectrums Of Oranges, Purples & Reds
I Love T Scents Of Pumpkin Pie, Of Cinnamon, Of Apple
Big Changes For All
. . .
Happy To B Presenting To You, A Piece I Wrote For Met Another Frog
I Did A Two Part-er, W T First Appearing N Their Travel Sex Month Of July
T Second N Their Anything-But-Vanilla Month Of August
And A Peek At My First Draft For My Fiiirst Erotica Collection!
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Summmer N T City Part I & II
Time is flying by and we’re almost into August, which will mark a year passing since my first fuckation.
Ohhh, a fuckation!… What’s that?
The London gays practically built the Paris Eurostar for the occasion. In NYC they have whole islands devoted to this super fun vacation option and let’s be honest, tonnes of people not on fuckations are secretly (or actively) hoping their resort/ski/yoga vacation will take a fucktastic turn.
For my first, I was heading to NYC to see my soon to be lover, Samurai. We had connected in the spring of 2009 (during my sixteen month celibacy phase) over various social networking sites and been involved in the digital space (facebook, email, skype) until our late summer rendezvous. Samurai had gone from a crush to a muse over our 18 month courtship. I was nervous and excited at the thought of standing before him, so many thoughts and feelings running through me. I couldn’t help but act out our first meeting, in my bedroom, in the shower. Daydreaming about how we would kiss first, fuck first, touch first.
I flew into a sizzling New Jersey airport, the air thick from the never ending heat and grime. I had been to NYC once before, in college, in frigid March and though I wanted to explore the city, the lifestyle this time round, I was more interested in exploring my new treasure.
I admit it. I’m romantic. I wanted our meeting to be ‘perfect’. Though I mentally felt ready to handle any emotions that could arise, good or bad, when I saw him in the flesh, I would listen to all my senses for a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. I like a balance of head, heart and gut when it comes to experiences like these. Here’s how it would go: I wanted to wear my sexy and sweet yellow sun dress, to arrive looking fresh and juicy, he would look exactly how I perceived, my cunt would clench, we would say ‘Hello’ and hold each other’s gaze before melting into a clutching, smooching embrace.
I had no time to change into my little sunny frock. I arrived in dark denim short shorts, a knotted black satin (polyester) blouse, sticky and sweaty, my heart racing from the journey and my nerves. He was there, sitting in the middle of an empty restaurant, which was white with little technicolor touches on the lights. He stood up and he was smaller than I imagined but totally beautiful. Lean and muscular he was wearing a blue t-shirt with his jeans. I envied how cool and calm he looked, I was spinning. He smiled broadly, it changed his face. As he moved purposefully towards me, I dropped my suitcase and my purse and tried to subtly catch the breath that was eluding me. And then we were kissing, I was in his arms, the kiss harder than I imagined, lusty and aggressive. I was surprised, I needed space, I’m a Scorpio like that. The kiss was great but not perfect.
We chatted for a few moments and then some of my friends arrived, they were to meet Samurai so as to identify him to the police, should I end up in little pieces across the city. Though, seriously, alwayyys a good idea to let someone/people know where you are going: contact details and basic info about your vacation lover, set up a text/FB/twitter check in arrangement with a friend over certain points of your visit. I do this with friends who do erotic work/art/photography too.
I excused myself to the washroom, where I could be alone and refresh. I felt like I was feeling everything all at once and needed to quickly ground myself. I changed into my yellow dress and gold heels; the dress was always more for me than for him anyway, I was in Manhattan after all. I looked at myself in the mirror, probably speaking aloud my pep talk affirmations before returning to him.
Back at the table, he stood up again as I reemerged. He said something very sweet and I tried to take in his face without staring. It was odd, the disconnect between him in my daydreams, him that I knew and him beside me munching salad. They were all so the same but different. There was a little salad in front of me and we chatted for a while as we ate and enjoyed the coolness of the artificial air. Then we settled the bill and hit the streets.
I fucking love New York City. With every minute I spent with him, the puzzle of what I knew and felt, started to come together. I felt warmed by his masculine beauty, his delicious Southern accent creeping in once and while, and the obvious joy he felt to be holding hands with me. I think I fell in love with him by the time we hit Koreatown. We kissed at every stoplight, yellow taxis whizzing by, glistening flesh everywhere and soon we were journeying to his Brooklyn flat. I feel it’s important to share, that though I was orgasmic, I had yet to experience an orgasm with a partner. Samurai happens to work in sex, a teacher of sorts, and though I felt ready to move into this phase, I had butterflies too.
Rubyyy and Samurai were making out in the hallway. Shiny hardwood, just outside of the bathroom. Rubyyy, barefoot and on tip toes, and him, firm in his kickass black leather boots. His hands were swirling and bunching the fabric of her yellow sundress, as his fingertips kneaded her ass. Beads of sweat were pooling under their clothes, in her hair; it was the end of summer. Her hands pressed into his sticky low back, pushing his denim hard-on closer to her hungry hips…
A Little Later
…In his bathroom, Rubyyy in her Japanese robe. Mouth pink and puffed from furious mouth fucking. She is standing, barefoot, in front of the sink and vanity. Waiting. Robe parted to show off full breasts, erect sex nipples and soft tummy. Leaning against the sink, she can feel the coolness of the marble against her mound. Waiting. Fingertips trace the pattern in the countertop. Goosebumps start to spread across her flesh as she hears his footsteps approaching. Her eyes flicked to the mirror and she paused on her own beauty: he is worthy. Waiting…
Then his face was next to hers in the mirror. Rubyyy does not turn around and their eyes meet. There was a moment. Like a cat flexing before a pounce. There was a breath. Then his hands moved quickly to her tits, grabbing handfuls of aching flesh, pulling her body back into him. He was wearing just a towel, such a gentleman, when all she wanted was to feel his hardness pressed against her thighs, ass, deep in her cunt. He licked and sucked from shoulder to earlobe, taking his time, tasting each inch.
Rubyyy forced her eyes open, to watch her lover love her. His mouth wide and sucking hard, his tongue moved in long strokes up and down her neck. It felt as if he was sucking the blood from her body and sending pure pleasure back through her veins. All the while his hands massaging and exploring her breasts, squeezing just hard enough to send waves of relief through her chest and waves of heat to her clit.
A Little Later
…She was laying in the middle of his bed, on her tummy, a soft throw beneath her. The fan blowing in the corner was cooling the water droplets not yet toweled off and Rubyyy shook and tossed her damp hair. After they’d bathed each with tongues and kisses, they had jumped into the shower, playfully washing and kissing some more. They were high on each other’s beauty, sex and newness; they both knew not one bit of flesh would go unexplored.
‘Can I wash you baby?’ he said softy, between kisses, skating soapy fingertips between the gap in her thighs.
A kiss and a ‘yes’, and he sat cross legged at her feet, water pouring over his lap, his beautiful cock standing at attention. He lathered her crevices and smiled, as he pressed. ‘I love your puffy mound’.
‘Aren’t all women like that?’ Rubyyy asked, blushing slightly, hearing the girlish tone in her voice she couldn’t let go of around him. He kissed his reply and continued to happily bathe and admire her.
She’d left the shower before him, still nervous, feeling anxious to fuck. The room was dim, lit by lots of lovely candles; the flames flickering in the blowing air, the sounds of Brooklyn summertime occasionally breaking the silence. It was suddenly perfect. She looked over her shoulder as he came in and she saw the hunger on his face; running through his body, filling his cock. She turned away smiling, deep breaths.
Only moments after feeling the weight of him move on to the bed, Rubyyy, felt his hands clench her ass and firmly pull her apart. A quick cry escaped her; a mix of shock and sweetness before melting into a dizzying sensation. He licked and teased the hole he’d gently washed, and Rubyyy arched, rising to meet him. Her pussy soaking out of jealousy and joy, as the pleasure in her ass buzzed through her cunt, her breasts, her clit. She moaned because she could and because his eager tongue was winding her up tight inside as he continued to push and spread her asshole.
A Little Later
…Bound in the spreader bar with cuffs wrapped just above her knees, Rubyyy was pulled wide but relaxed on her back. Together they shifted her to the edge of the bed so her head could droop over, her mouth could drop open. Samurai stood behind her, supporting her head, kissing her face as they ran through their sex rules. Safe words would not be possible this time.
After settling on their rules, they kissed a little longer and he released a hand to squish and press her breasts, to bounce and pull each of her nipples – both already swollen, bigger than she’d ever seen them before. He helped her to drop her head back and Rubyyy took in her new view: little white bookcase with books and boxes, the round light from one of the candles and his neat, full balls nestled between toned thighs. Her mouth started to water and her fingers moved instinctively to stroke her clit. His cock was in his hand as he gently massaged himself, surely taking in the view of his woman stretched and flat out before him, taking him in: waiting to have her beautiful face filled and fucked by him…
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I Had A Fabulous Evening W Met Another Frog Tonight At Sh! Portobello
A Fun Event Called ‘Come Talk To Me‘
Gents Showed Over Their Tongue Flexibility By Gently But Enthusiastically
Practicing T Art Of Conversation, Believing:
That to unlock her legs, he must first unlock her mind…
I Had A Lovely Time & We Had Some Excellent Entrants
Oh! I Was A Judge! Weee!
I Thought They Were Fab & It Was Hard To Pick A Winner
But That Cunny Linguist Will B Enjoying An Ammmazing Gift Bag From T Sh! Girlz
Including T So-Hot-Right-Now TENGA EGG
The Next One W B Even Bigger, Better & Bolder, Will Keep You Posted
Thanks To Penny, Joanna, Sarah & All T Gentleman Perfomers
August 1, 2011 § 1 Comment
For The Love Of Cock
Twoish months ago, I began a little Cock Detox (which unofficially began in Marchish ), which started as I was looking for a little space…in my heart and felt I need some time away from lovers, from penetration. When it became official it was about me taking space from cock itself. Now don’t get me wrong. I love a beautiful happy penis but I needed to learn how to connect sexually in new more penetrating ways.
And Then I Met Flynt…
It’s hard for me to write about Flynt. It’s hard for me because I’m inside the experience, because I know he will read it, because I don’t like to be careful about what I say sometimesss. Being with Flynt has been a healing time for me, sexually, emotionally; it’s kinda what he does, I think, one of his missions in this life, karma perhaps. I see him once every 10ish days, for a couple days at a time and most of that time is spent lost together in my cunt. It’s wonderful and it’s intense and it’s the level and quality of sex that I have always wanted to experience and move within. With Flynt I am penetrated deeper, feel more dominated than I ever have and come like I never have before.
There is no cock in our sex, so I was surprised how much I didn’t and don’t miss it. And everyone assumes we use toys, we don’t… Well, a Hitachi now and again but that’s different… So here it is, the sex, orgasms, connection I always dreamed I would have, just not as I imagined it. I started to realize I had attached too much to the physical thing that is the schlong; it had become the fixture, a symbol to me of manhood, of dominance, of getting fucked, infused with a mix of happy and sad feelings and I wasn’t able to focus on having sex, getting fucked, making love truly with the man.
Anonymous Cock Muse By Stormy Artist
In my heart I know I wasn’t ready before, I needed to learn and grow a little more before I could learn and grow in the ways I am now. I needed to learn about how I fuck, and how close it is to my heart and my core, how much I give when I truly give to another. I needed to let go of the penis as something pain giving, scary or mean; the past has a subtle way of blending itself into our ego, our emotions and this was pain I didn’t even know was still there. I needed to learn to love again, the spurt, the jerk, the hard sweetness of the cock and to allow it to become a symbol of love and light for me.
Now that I feel less attached I feel I can and want to play again and I’ve been craving lately, the cock experience, and feel it’s time for my detox to come to an end. I’m in the head and heart space that makes me more open to the idea and I’m looking forward to exploring, fucking and loving cock in a whole new way. Although I feel like two lovers may be enough, you know what a fan I am of three…
July 31, 2011 § 1 Comment
Latest Portrait By Stormy Artist
This Woman Is An Absolute Light N My Liiife
Buy A Rubyyy Jones Original Under Figuratives
Also Wanted To Share Our First Piece Together
One Of T First Sparks That Lit Up Rubyyy Jones
I Love You
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June 4, 2011 § 9 Comments
So Lately I’ve Been Feeling A Bit Naked
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We’re halfway through the delightful 2011 and it has been one intense year of big changes and glorious growing. It has not been without it’s challengesss but I feeel like I’m facing some karma head on, some things I really fear in life and in myself. I feel like I still have ‘lots of work to do’ on me but I feel like I recognize the not so shiny parts…. maybe not all of them but I’m proud of my progress.
Samurai once reminded me, how important it is to take pause and recognize the little steps you take each day or every week to move towards your best self/life and, essentially, your dreams. And gosh, how lovely life is when you are sweet to yourself! Recently. I’ve noticed several people say, in reference to themselves ‘You stupid girl’ ‘You idiot’ ‘Wake Up ____’, for making a simple mistake. This is said out loud without too much aggression, meaning, they aren’t shouting or venomous, but I can’t tell you how much it’s really grated on me. I’ve actually winced at hearing it and once clutched myself, holding and reassuring my inner child that I would never speak to her that way.
Save Rubyyy Jones is my campaign to save and nourish my inner child and through sharing my journey perhaps helping others to do the same.
To me, the inner child is the emotional core of my consciousness and the purest expression of joy I am capable of. I do not believe the inner child should run the show but they should be happy, brimming would be better! Everyone should spend at least 5 minutes a day, day dreaming and envisioning their most fun and full life.
Rubyyy Jones is a Sex Child Goddess…
You Heard Me…
Save Rubyyy Jones is an ongoing mission, as I have many goals and check points to reach; though when I get asked: ‘What are we saving Rubyyy Jones from?’, the answer is: ‘She’s already saved.’ There was a time when I believe the expression that is “Rubyyy Jones”, was in danger of being extinguished, of falling prey, of falling through a big crack in the earth. Kind of like Tinkerbell but with coming, rather than clapping, needed to bring her back to life. Though it’s not just sex she loves; it’s beauty, performing, suffering, healing, learning/teaching and love itself. Though my experiences may seem small compared to the horrors around the world, I have had my moments of emotional anguish, of darkness and I’m learning to be thankful for each and every one of them. Though I focus on a life that is now more balanced, full of love and creative curiosity, I recognize the wisdom and grace that comes from suffering, processing and change.
So now that she has been saved, it’s about giving her a place to play. Space to dream, be creative and show off. Collaborating with other kids and making art and what nooot. Learrrninnng. Maybe changing some perceptions and ideas about people and the possibilities of society, by us all, individually, honoring ourselves and presenting our best and brightest to each other, for each other. It’s about doing what you want to do each day, doing the things that makes you happiest. Maybe that’s fishing or mathematics or music. Maybe that’s interacting with people in a certain way or using a gift (whatever it is, it’s cool) you must find it and then find a way to do that thing as much as possible.
I Challenge You To:
10 Minutes Of Day Dreaming!
Note How You Feel After…
And you don’t have to sit and stare. Sometimes I draw pictures: the layout of my dream flat (yes), my dream ultra velvet website (yesss), ohhh the costumes I would looove to wear (so yesss). I write little idea notes, journal or write a letter to my future self, congratulating me on reaching my goal of such and such; never fails to make me smile or helps get to the bottom of a fear.
Also, when I begin to speak harshly to myself (out loud, in my head), I use the Louise L Hay route of imaging speaking to a 5 year old version of myself. Believe me, it’s quite hard to look into big blue eyes, surrounded by blond waves and a little nose and tell her that she’s: stupid, an idiot, whatever little awful things we say to ourselves, which someone probably said to us in anger long ago. Cause I don’t know about you but I’m tired of being hard on myself, I’m tired of doubting and I’m sick to death of being afraid; I simply do not have time or space or interest in these being elements of my life. Things are chaotic because that’s the Universe but being kind and patient with yourself and allowing yourself to be who you really are and do what you really need and love to do, is going to make it a harmonious chaos.
Save Rubyyy Jones, Save T World…
(Please don’t sue me people from Heroes… You definitely said it first!)
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Rubyyy will be performing in the new burlesque spectacular ‘BURLEXE’. They are doing several shows and I am honored to be performing in the final event on June 29th. You can contact me directly for tickets ( rubyyyjones AT Gmail Dot Com) with a little Love, Lust & Light discount! Here is a listing for all the events and the burlesque girls who will be performing, it’s sure to be a sensational night! More on that soon…
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Love Lust & Light
May 18, 2011 § 6 Comments
T Most Wonderful Day Of T Week N Smutville
I Haven’t Done A Written Wet Wednesday N A While
I Hope You’ve Been Enjoying My Wanton Women
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In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
~ Janos Arany
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‘I Want You To Get Naked For Me’
I sucked in my breath and grinned, I love being asked, naked and sharing.
I hadn’t been nude and breathing in front of him yet
My dress bunched around my waist, black thong pulled up high, teasing into my clit and slitsss.
I felt nervous to be naked for a moment, nervous to ‘get’ naked for him
Perhaps he wanted me to dance for him, slowly peeling and revealing
Maybe he wanted…
I realized I was thinking too much, pleasing again
I had to remind myself: he’s here to be with youuu
I wanted to watch his face, seeing my body, I would look closely for any change
The moment came and went
The sex made me nervous because it was all new
Because I’m a ‘size queen’
Because I like him sooo much
And all the insecurities came up again
Would I be wet enough?
Would I taste sweet enough?
Would I be everything that…
I gave my head another shake
Cleared away the cobwebs building
I gave in to my body and gave over myself
I was in safe hands.
Strong hands, attached to perfect arms
That made me feel like there was no world but our embrace
Sweet voices only whispering once and a while
Listening to our bodies instead, I wanted to fuse and melt into him
Several times I felt myself gush and give
Over his fingers, wrist, soaking my bed
And hearing ‘Good Girl’ through one rushing come made me instantly fill again
Coming over and over, it seemed neither of us could be, would be satisfied
Until the slightest stroke over my clit made me jump electric
Drenched and panting, I clung to him
Forgetting where we both ended and began
All the doubt and worry and fears blasted into pieces
By the light of orgasm and love
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Would You Like More Wantonnesss? Tap That Ass!
Love Lust & Light