Doggie Style

Dogging - No dogs are involved (I hope)… but the (not so new) craze of having sex in a car while complete strangers watch, and sometimes participate is spreading across the world. It has now been reported in not only England, but Australia, Barbados, Brazil, Holland, Denmark, Norway, Canada and the US. My question is, why does it need to be reported? People are just doing what they do without causing harm to anyone, so what makes it a news item?

Never heard of it? Dogging is an English slang term for “engaging in sexual acts in a public or semi-public place, or watching while others engage in sex.” Voyeurism and exhibitionism is encouraged. There may be a lone couple, a group or an entire gang bang. All in the relative safety of your closest public cark park. Usually, there are locations that are well known to ‘doggers’ – a quiet country road with a few secluded parking areas – a far cry from the old ‘behind the bike shed’ style of kissing.

The term dogging possibly originated in the early 1970’s to describe (dirty old) men who spied on unsuspecting couples having sex outdoors. It may also have come from those who would make the excuse of walking the dog to cover their spying activities. This just sounds a bit creepy and is akin to those “sand crabs” who tend to frequent naked beaches in the United States (in my experience). You suddenly look up and find a set of sandy balls touching your beach towel from the crab who crawled his way across the beach towards you to “get a closer look.” *shivers*

I’m all for public sex. And there have been times in the past when a boyfriend and I have gone to a known ‘spot’ to look for a place to, as they say in old American films, neck or make out. Before dogging was popular, we would have to find some place where there was absolutely no chance of being seen and invariably there would be a group of young boys there waiting to chase you off and stop your fun. Dogging has stopped all that. Now you can meet on the internet with a willing participant, meet up at a local known dogging spot and get it on – with as few or as many people as you want.

Now don’t get me wrong, I've enjoyed car sex, but I think my days of dogging are over. Maybe it’s me getting older, but I think I prefer swing clubs. They’re indoors, they have all the comforts of home and quite frankly, how many times can you get the gear stick in your rear before it really hurts!

Have you ever dogged? Do tell….

Kittie
xxx

Jimmy Who? ... An Orgasmic New Arrival

Wow – we’ve got exciting news and I just have to let you all know …. *Drum roll please*

We now carry the JIMMYJANE line of products!!!  And if you’ve never heard of them, you are definitely missing something.  Yes, they are a little pricey, but you definitely pay for what you get.  No doubt about it.

Search Now: JimmyJane

And although we’ve not tried it yet, the Hello Touch is the “Best Toy Ever Invented” and looks like it was “invented by Tony Stark” according to GISMODO.com.

Hello Touch
Get it Here: Hello!!

This little device turns two of your fingers into vibrators which can be used all over the body, anywhere you would normally put your fingers, inside or out.  You can put the vibration pad on any finger, any way around (front or back of the finger) and it will stay where you put it – no glue required.  You can also move them up your finger to the second knuckle and see what happens.  It’s all very space age and Ipod-esque.

Imagine getting an erotic massage while your partner is wearing these.  Totally succumb to the feelings.  Nipple play, clitoris stroking, pretty much anything will feel so good.  If you are a tactile person, these are definitely for you.  It’s also easily washed with soap and water.

FORM 2

But you should also try the Form 2 Waterproof vibrator.  Apparently, this is also an orgasmic little number.  Take a look now and let us know what you think.  We would love to hear your thoughts on these two, or any of the JimmyJane line, actually.

As soon as we get our first shipment, there will definitely be one going home with me….or possibly two  *wink*

Miss Kittie
xxx

 

It Takes Pains to be Beautiful

Shoes…. I lust after shoes… It’s my weakness and the higher the heel, the better. My most recent purchase are these little beauties….

Cute - yes, Sexy – extremely, but they sometimes really, really hurt my feet – and all in the name of fashion.

You can buy them right here:  Bombshell Pumps

As my mum would always tell me, it takes pains to be beautiful.  Which got me thinking about the extremes people go in the name of cuteness and Chinese foot binding came to mind … it has to be the most painful and probably the most dangerous/ugly fashion statement of all time.

For around 1000 years in China tiny feet were considered highly erotic and arousing to Chinese men. The resulting “lotus gait” while walking was thought by men to make the sexual anatomy “more voluptuous and sensitive.” Apparently love manuals back then detailed at least 48 different ways of fondling a woman’s bound feet. !!

While in bed, even while totally naked, women would wear tiny little slippers to conceal their deformed feet. A bit like present day women wearing erotic lingerie to add a little intrigue and look well, HOT - but usually not to hide a deformity! And what a deformity it was, just take a look at this and tell me it's sexy:

Now I’m not a great fan of feet, but I know there are those out there who do have a foot fetish, or podophilia to give it the real name.  In fact, foot fetishism is the most common form of fetish related to a body part.   I have no problem with that, just it’s not my cup of tea. But really, what on earth were those Chinese men thinking?  Was this really a foot fetish or was it a domination thing because those poor women couldn’t even walk without help.

I think I will stick with my high heels, which add spice to my life, make my legs look longer and turn on my man!  Can’t ask for more than that.  And if he decides he would like to suck my toes, then who am I to turn him down. *sigh*

And Then I Cried!

Do you remember your first orgasm? Where you were or who you were with? I don’t mean just your regular run of the mill orgasm, I mean your very first crying, screaming, out of this world (possibly squirting) orgasm? I think that’s one of those special moments you keep tucked in your memory bank, kind of like having your first kiss or your first child. Or maybe I’m just weird, or maybe it was just THAT GOOD!

Mine was in the summer of 1984. Yes, way back in the day. I was just a child (well, let me put that a different way… I was young, or younger than I am now – not actually a child, that would be just creepy, if not a little felonious). But I did live in England where the age of sexual consent is much, much younger than in the USA.

Back in those days I was a bit of a tomboy. My uniform of choice was Doc Marten boots, drainpipe jeans and a very, very short haircut and I spent many a weekend (possibly every weekend) at a football game (soccer to those of you who don't know any better). But that in no way meant I was not extremely girlie when it came to sex – yes, I loved it!! (And I still do actually)

In that spring and summer of ‘84 I had a boyfriend who lived quite far from me. We didn’t get to see each other much except at the weekends and possibly the occasional weekday sleep over. The fateful day/night in question I was staying at his house, as were a few other people. It was a little cramped which meant we were sharing the bedroom with someone else…. But that didn’t stop us. *blush* In a cramped single bed with someone else in the room, how could it get any more romantic?? But when you’re young, who the heck cares.

So there we were getting down and dirty, forgetting everything else and having a pretty good time. I rolled over and got on top, cowgirl style, and then it began….. I could feel the build up beginning, tingling from my toes all the way up my spine and back down into my lady parts… and it built, and built and….. Oh My God…!! The feeling was soooo freakin’ good – it was like all my senses had converged in my groin, I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t stop and I really didn’t want to.. I was so wet and I gushed so much I literally thought I had pee’d myself....And then I cried.

What the…? It was so incredibly erotic, mind blowing and intense that I cried! (I have since realized that the crying is something I do when I have the “Big One”) That poor boy. I’m not really sure he was ready for all that emotion – or the crying. I think I probably freaked him out a little, but hey, how many boys can say they were so good they made their girl cry, in a good way - And in front of an audience too? We got over the high and looked around and realized yes, we had been watched from beginning to end. And doesn’t that make it all the more erotic?

The relationship fizzled out at the end of that summer, but whenever I hear the immortal words of George Michael singing “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” or “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” by Cindy Lauper I go right back to that summer and it all comes flooding back. I even get a little tingle now and then. They do say you always remember your first… and wow do I remember it!!!

And if by chance that ‘boy’ is reading this – and you probably know who you are - just know you have a special place in my heart. You popped my orgasm cherry and that’s a wonderful thing!

Do you remember your first orgasm?  Or maybe even your first sexual experience??   Tell all.....

Kisses

Kittie

xx 

Hot... and a Bit Bothered!



THIS IS ONLY AN EXAMPLE!



As most ladies know, you either have curly hair that you hate, or you have straight hair - that you hate!  Either way, nobody is satisfied.  I am one of the straight hair brigade, so straight in fact that if I only blow dried it I would look like I had straw sitting on my head.  In fact, that’s unkind to straw – straw has more body.  So it is with regret that I have to use a curling iron/tongs every day, no matter what.  And here’s the thing…. Ladies, if you are going to curl your hair with an iron and you are in the least bit clumsy be very careful. 

There I was just last week getting ready for work, not in any particular hurry, standing before the mirror in my knickers (only my knickers) and curling my hair.  Now, I’m not the most coordinated person at times, mornings being worse, so as I’m standing there, breasts exposed to the world (or at least to my bathroom) I drop the curling iron…. Yes, I said it, I DROPPED IT!  And where in the world would you think it would land… on the floor?  In the sink? On the counter?  Oh no…. the bloody thing landed right on my left breast…!  Oh shit you might say…. Well that and ‘Ouch’ were not the only words I muttered at that moment.  There may have been a slight scream as well.

I’m quite proud of my breasts, a perfect 36C with cute little nipples.  However, for the last week, I’ve had to have a bandage thingy over the one side so that I don’t get a scar.  Trust me, that doesn’t look too good when you’re wearing a low cut top.  However, my man has taken quite a liking to playing doctor and applying ointment to the burn a few more times a day than is actually necessary.  I could quite get used to all this attention.   I just hope I don't get a massive scar that will ruin those perfect globes because that would bother me.

Oh, and have I mentioned I have a naked cruise coming up in a few weeks... how inconvenient! 

Have you ever burned a private part?  What is the most embarrasing thing you've damaged as a result of your own clumsiness or stupidity?

Kisses,

Miss Kittie 

All.... Aboard!

I’m so excited – we’ve just booked an adults only cruise to the Caribbean. Hmmm… you say, adults only? Oh heck yeah… no bloody kids running around, no screaming babies, no uptight parents running after their children, no sticky handprints on your tan and lots and lots of sexy men and women to get to know.

This will be our third or fourth cruise, au naturel. And what better fun – sailing around the ocean with not a care in the world, as much alcohol as you can handle and if you feel like it, absolutely butt naked! {and who wouldn’t feel like it}

The best part of these cruises (except for the nightlife and sex) has got to be the nightly ‘themes.’ A great opportunity to bring out your inner vamp.

On this cruise some of the themes are:

• 70’s Night
• Sexy Lingerie Party 
• Great Gatsby
• Fetish and Vampire 

Who wouldn't enjoy getting all dolled up each night? Of course, the lingerie night is a no brainer because I work at WWW.WETKITTIE.COM and that's what we do. But, we also have Halloween costumes at this time of year, so I'm sure I can find something to fit each night. I'm beginning to think Superman never looked so good. I'm sure I can find a wonderful ship-mate!

What's the best Halloween costume you've ever worn?  How sexy was it?  Have you ever been on an adults only vacation and just how much fun did you have??  Discuss......

Kisses,

Kittie

Location, Location, Location

Vodka, Peach Schnapps, Orange Juice and Cranberry Juice… mixed in a highball glass is called Sex on the Beach. But I don’t want to talk about that fancy schmancy alcoholic beverage with a tiny umbrella. I want to talk about real sex on the beach…yes Sex – On. The. Beach.

On the two or three occasions I have had the opportunity to have a little lovin’ on the beach it hasn’t really gone all that well. It sounds so romantic doesn’t it? Laying down a blanket or towel on the sand, moonlight shining, waves breaking in the background, a little kiss and cuddle *cue music*

Very, very romantic…. but have you ever tried rubbing the wrong side of a lemon zester on the inside of your wrist? Yeah, that shit hurts. So there you lie getting all romantic, things are progressing quite well and as you get down to the actual deed you realize sand gets everywhere, literally EVERYWHERE. They say sand is a good exfoliator for your skin, but not on the inside for goodness sake – beach sex is like having intercourse with an emery board. Or sandpaper rolled around a stick. Chafing like you cannot believe, in places you didn’t know you had.



Emery Boards - Not a good option





And then, for days after you are finding grains of sand and even tiny seashells in all your nooks and crannies. I’ve even had to sit and pick driftwood out of my lady parts {well probably not actual driftwood, but definitely something that came home from the beach in my knickers}

So next time you’re at the beach with your other half just remember, the payback is just not worth it and don’t ever believe the movies when you see them rolling in the waves because the salt water mixed with sand is even worse.

And yes, I did say I've tried two or three times (possibly more). Some people never learn, but when the urge takes you, you’ve just got to say yes… any time, any place… that’s me!