Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Cate-Nylon Face


Yea, it turns me on.

Ellen von Unwerth'ss Revenge, Preface




Ellen von Unwerth's Revenge, Chapter 1









Trust Me


Come back and tell me what you think, um, if you have any energy left when you're done there after seeing things like this:


Cause as for me, wow. Yes, wow.

nylon queen


This has been everywhere, but I still wanted to post it because I fucking love it!

I got it from Andi

Day Dreaming


"David, this has been the most...wonderful day of my life," Aaron, the "bride" said, leaning backwards into the groom's embrace, sharing a quiet moment in the garden, "I wish it did not have to end, I feel a little like Cinderella."

"I'm so glad you could help me out," David said, hugging Aaron with gratitude. "I promised my grandmother that I'd get married before she officially passed title to the company over to me. I know it was stupid to have to lie to her, but what choice did I have, her dementia is getting worse and worse and someone had to step in."

"You could have just, you know, actually found a woman to marry," Aaron laughed, feeling a little dizzy in David's strong, embrace.

"I have not found the right girl, Aaron, and I don't want to be a divorced guy when I do, this was the best think I could think of that would make my grandmother happy, save the company, and save me from a bad marriage."

Aaron thought back to the night with David three months ago, sitting in David's loft apartment overlooking a fashionable downtown neighborhood.

********************

"What the fuck am I supposed to do, Aaron," David asked, sipping his scotch. "It isn't like I'm trying to take the company out from under her, but she hardly knows what is going on anymore, she's losing her mind, slowly, it's killing things."

"So, you're not allowed to take over till you get married," Aaron asked, twirling his glass of Pinot Gris in his hand.

"Nope."

"And you don't want to just find some girl to marry, even to fake it?"

"Hell no. And have her somehow claim that half the fucking company is hers?" David poured a second glass of scotch, sighed.

"I don't know then, buddy."

"Wait, wait, maybe that's it," David said. "I could fake it."

"But you're right, David, what woman would go along with that."

"Fake it, Aaron, that's the point. I wouldn't need a woman to go along with it if my bride wasn't a woman."

"I'm not following you," Aaron took a sip of his wine.

"I need someone I can trust. If I knew a girl like you, maybe I'd risk it, but that isn't happening, not in the time frame I need."

"So?"

"That's it, Aaron, I don't want a real marriage, that's too risky, financially, so I need to fake it."

"Okay..."

"What better way to fake it...what if the bride wasn't a woman?"

"Wait, wait," Aaron said, "you lost me."

"What if the bride wasn't a woman, but instead was a man. Same sex marriage isn't legal in this state, Aaron, if my 'bride' was not a real woman, we could get married, my grandmother would be satisfied, but there would be no legal risk to company ownership."

Aaron thought for a moment, tried to poke a logical hole in David's crazy plan, but could find but two. "Where are you going to find a guy that you could pass off as a woman and wouldn't you still have to trust that guy?"

David did not answer, instead poured Aaron another glass from the bottle, sat back, looked at his friend. "Where am I going to find a guy I can trust that also isn't the most masculine guy in the world?"

"Right," Aaron said, crossing his legs at the knee, reaching for the stem of the wine glass.

Aaron happened to look up at that instant, saw himself, his thin frame, David, more muscular, in the full mirror between the wall to ceiling windows behind the chair David was sitting in. He stared, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

In reaching for his glass, the way his legs were crossed, his dangling foot was pointed downward, toes almost to the floor. He had just touched the stem of the glass, his fingers gently pinching, his manicured nails the closest thing to David.

It struck him, really, for the first time, the contrast between the two college roommates. David, the athlete, strong, masculine, louder, somewhat brash, but not overly so, to Aaron, the dancer and actor in college, happiest on stage, soft, subtle, and almost...feminine.

"David," Aaron gasped, looking at his friend again, seeing the look in his eyes.

"You're the only one I can trust, Aaron," David looked down at his glass of scotch.

"But I," he started to object, on principle, but he had trouble formulating the right words, his mind instead reverting to the more easily explained practical. "There is no way I could pass as a woman."

"Do you know how much money I have, Aaron?"

"What's that got to do with it?"

"Money buys clothes. Money buys stylists. Money buys make up artists. Money buys all of that. What money doesn't buy is trust, loyalty, friendship. My money can make anyone look pretty, it can't make me trust anyone. I trust you."

It turned out David was right.

Aaron's feelings about the scheme came and went, but his undying loyalty to his friend was unshakable.

*******************

"You're really enjoying yourself, Aaron," David asked, making no effort to relax the hug he had on his 'bride.'

"Yes. Whoever says it, is right, a bride feels so special on her wedding day, she never does want it to end."

"It doesn't have to end, Cinderella," he said, his voice confident, leaning forward, towards Aaron's bare shoulder, until his nose was touching her skin, his lips gently resting on her shoulder, parting, then kissing.

"David," Aaron shuddered, meaning to scold him, but her rebuke sounding more like a gentle moan when she turned her face towards him.

"We have the honeymoon suite at the Ritz, Aaron."

She felt him squeeze her just the slightest bit more, just enough that his waist, heretofore several inches away from her, now pressed against her back, one of his strong thighs resting against the back of her leg, right where the garter strap from her corset attached to her white silk stocking.

He kissed her shoulder again, at the same time, his right hand moved from hers to the front of her gown. He touched the satin at her waist, let his fingers gently trail downward, over her hip, her thigh.

"David," she sighed, wanting to pull away, instead, letting her body fall backwards, closer to him, the tingling sensation of his lips on her skin too much to break. "David, I'm not a woman," she tried to reason.

"I know exactly what you are, Erin," he told her gently in her ear, somehow using is voice to make her name sound feminine, no longer masculine.

Erin saw a couple of guests pause at the edge of the garden, watch from a respectful distance, letting the bride and groom share their moment.

"But David..."

"Do you know why I've never found the right woman, Erin? Because I was blind to the fact that she was right there before me."

"David," Erin melted slightly, just slightly, scared at her own desires.

"I love you, Erin," David kissed her neck.

Erin almost collapsed, but he felt it, held her, helped her turn. "I love you, too," she said, turning, letting her lips press forward, finding his, kissing him, surrendering, giving up.

Girl Talk

Cutest Dress Ever

Skirt 'n Heels calls this the cutest dress ever:

I think she may be right. I'm totally in love with the cut of the lower portion, that retro vibe, the flair, the petticoat look. I'm totally in love with the pink corset upper portion. And don't even get me started on the cute heels.

The downside...no link to where the dress comes from :(

Her post is here

Kathryna Hancock does Nicole Fox





Foggy


From: ...etc

Surrender


"Is this your first time, with a man" he asked.

"Yes," she answered staring at the ground.

"You're nervous," he asked, gently lifting her chin so she had to look him in the eye.

"I...I'm sorry," she whispered, wishing she had more confidence at this very moment.

"Sorry? For being nervous?"

"Yes," she admitted. "I know that must upset you."

"Upset me? Darling, that makes you all that more desirable to me."

"I don't know what to do," she said.

"No, pet, you know exactly what to do. Don't pretend you have not dreamed about, fantasized about this moment for years."

"I..." She felt her face flush, his words touching her, honest, knowing. "Maybe."

He lifted her chin again, gazed at her. "You've been imagining this moment from the first time you realized you were different."

"Yes," she admitted, thinking quickly now, compressed, thoughts she had for years.

"Sissy?"

"Yes," she swallowed, that one word cutting like a knife, through all her defenses, all her fears, all her hesitations.

"You know exactly what to do." He was unbuttoning his pants, carefully, not letting them fall, but loosening them so he was free.

She stared at it, the thing she fantasized about for years, as he said. Hard. Powerful. Masculine. Involuntarily, she reached for it, let her manicured fingers touch it, grip it, wrap around it. She held it, felt it throbbing, gently, but thickening, the strength. It was all that a man was, everything, there, before her eyes.

Looking at it, she never felt more feminine in her entire life. Never felt her own maleness feel so small, such a little part of her. Looking at it, she realized that though born a boy, she was nothing like him, nothing like a man, never thought that way, never identified herself as so.

He waited, patiently. He knew the thoughts running through her head. It took only a matter of seconds, but he knew that the beautiful creature before him, whatever her genetics, was in that instant, a woman. He knew that she knew.

He watched as she opened her mouth at the same time her eyes fluttered, closed.

He watched as she leaned forward, drawn to it, accepted, wanted, desired.

He gasped as her soft lips touched him, shuddered, his own masculinity as powerful and overwhelming to him as her femininity was to her.

Both born males, he knew as he felt her wet lips touching him, now, forever, he was a man, she was a woman.

Man.

Sissy.

He knew.

She knew, too.

Accepted.

Desired.

Wanted.

Needed.

She surrendered to her lifeblood, her calling, to herself.

He made her what she was. What she wanted.

"There, there," he pet her hair, holding back, knowing enough to let her pace, trying not to let himself pull her mouth over him.

She surrendered. Worshipped. Woman. Man.

Karol Martins


Bella Bella Boudoir has a 20% off sale. They are using this adorable picture to catch your eye. Consider mine caught.

My garter belt for the day

I have such a busy day today. Wearing this will make it just a tiny bit better, don't you think?

Morning :)

In case you were wondering...

It is pink. 

The tracking number shows it will be delivered tomorrow. 

We will commence Friday morning when she packs. 

I'm nervous. Really nervous. 

It is the most diabolical thing I've ever agreed to. 

I can't stop thinking about it. 

It make me think of him. 

And her. 



Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Shades


From: F TOURIST

Patti Smith


From one of my new favorite fashion blogs, JAK & JIL BLOG

Natalia


The Photo of the Day: | La Lolita | Fashion Gone Rogue

Behati Prinslo

I really need to quit my day job and go into the fashion field.











I love Fashion Gone Rogue so much!

Mad Woman

She is criminally beautiful. Must I say anything about the curves she has.



Tom and Gisele


This is from Le Fashion:, titled "i can't stop staring."

Heck, neither can I. At either of them. They are both so beautiful.

miroslava



I approve. You?

Oh, no.

I like Liza. I do. But well, this. should. not. have. happened.

From: go fug yourelf (which you should be reading, everyday.)

Shoe Fits: Soul Searching While Sole Searching: Mull Over Mulberry?


I am absolutely and totally in love with these vintage leather pumps. Mulberry. They are Mulberry. As Shoe Fits says,

If they're in your size, what's there to think about? Seriously, there's nothing to think about. Buy 'em.

From: Shoe Fits

Ads


Yes, I added ads to the site. I'm experimenting. I do not want to take away from the visuals of my site, but hell, a girl has to make some money, too. Let me know what you think.

Oh, and if you spread the word about my blog, and more people visit, and I make more money, I'll quit my day job and post more :)

Seriously, feedback always loved.

And if you know how I can get more people here, to my blog, let me know.

Sara

Sad


I love, love, love, the blog titled, Le Love. I read it everyday, for the stories of love, for the stories of love lost. This picture made me sad. But happily, I'm in love.

From: Le Love

Monday, May 24, 2010

Lottery

This may be my "I just won the lottery" job.

Interesting pose, cause I'm not sure which one is the slave and which one is the mistress.

From: twiterverted (lost the link, goolgle, you'll get it.)

I don't do too much hard stuff but...

...oh, hell is this fucking hot.

Which girl do you want to be?

As for me, I'm the one moaning into the bedsheets as Emily eases into me.


From: twiterverted and Penthouse, obviously.

P.S., this is minor, but the tub in the bedroom? Really? Really?

Gender Bender



Yes, I like male to female gender bending.

But, hey, I like female to male gender bending, too.

A beautiful woman is beautiful naked.

A beautiful woman is beautiful in lingerie.

A beautiful woman is beautiful in a suit and tie.

It's funny, when she's more masculine than me, yet more feminine, too.

"Don't worry, baby, if you can't be the man, I'll be happy to."