Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Mamie Van Doren

Ascot Chic

HOT DRESS AND MR BOND

HANDMADE for YOU Vampirella Wicked Witch Steel Boned Italian Leather Corset Dress Dominatrix

This is a wonderfully handmade steel boned Vampire based dress, or would work equally well as a wicked witch outfit. The dress is made from the finest Italian leather and is fully boned with steel boning to make you look oh so shapely. The dress has a very sexy lace up front as well as a lace up back with a privacy panel built in to cover your bum. The dress is fully lined for comfort.

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$ 199

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Adriana Karembeu

(born Sklenaříková, on 17 September 1971) is a Slovak fashion model and actress. She is a former Guinness record holder for the longest legs among female models (at almost 50 inches).

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Stuff Legends are made of (Office) 1

The subject of braless breasts compels me to write this. ;-)

There is this twenty-something woman in one of the departments where I work who is fairly attractive and ample of breast...not huge mind you but not small either. The issue: Here breasts manage to bounce, jiggle and sway everywhere she walks.
Now she is definitely wearing a bra, one can see the straps and outline, but it apparently is doing little or nothing in the way of support. Of course she has the admiration of every heterosexual male in the company; and her walks down the long hallways of the buildings are the stuff of legends.

Wolfie

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But I don't like them and I don't need them

About a year ago I ditched my bras. I don’t like wearing them, or what they represent. And for all that time I’ve got along fine at work with no problems or embarrassment (I work in an office but we all wear matching suits which include a shirt).
Most of the time I just wear the shirt with nothing on underneath, more comfy that way and keeps me cool, and it covers “everything” up in a professional, suitable-for-the-workplace way. So far so good. But the other day, I did the unthinkable for a lady, and Bent Over! Thus allowing my shirt collar to hang open (very slightly, oh for about 2 seconds) just long enough for the guy who was standing right over me, facing me, and watching me to catch an eyeful! But the main point of my story is that the guy saw that it was appropriate to come over to me a few minutes later and tell me that I should really wear a bra or something more modest like a t-shirt or vest because people came see down my shirt!

So he looks down my shirt, he does not turn away nor keep himself to himself, and of course thinks it’s ok to give me his opinions on what I should wear in the office?! I was so cross!

I must have forgotten that as women we are meant to take every precaution not to let any man see down our top, ever, even if he is looking, and standing directly over us, even if we are issued uniform shirts and have no choice but to wear that style, and should we dare, DARE, to go brafree, we must punish ourselves for our audacity by making ourselves hot and sweaty by wearing a vest or tee-shirt underneath our shirts – should an innocent male happen to by facing his eyes in the direction of our chests and catch a peek

Poll: Are all sheer blouses bad for the

office?

This has come up a few times with regard to the TPS reports, and one of our readers suggested we take a poll on it — which we enthusiastically agree with. Are all sheer fabrics bad for the office, such as chiffon, slightly sheer silk and jersey, and so forth?

For our $.02: A black sheer fabric is always going to be veering into boudoir territory. (We will admit, though, that we have a sheer black blouse that we wear underneath sweaters and sweater-vests.) However, women’s blouses have traditionally been in fabrics like silk, crepe, and even chiffon, all of which tend to be slightly sheer — it’s one of the reasons women in the older days had to wear slips and camisoles as a matter of course. (And: We have just spent far too long searching Google Images for one of the many examples we know we’ve seen of anyone from The Thin Man through Tootsie through Working Girl wearing sheer blouses, all to no avail. Grrrrr.) Our point, though: as long as your undergarments are covered tastefully by a camisole, a slightly sheer blouse or sweater peeking out beneath a jacket is not unprofessional. (Although we would say that full-on sheer, like Salma Hayek’s wearing, is unprofessional. We don’t even think a more demure camisole would have saved that one.)

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Real Women are Curvy

Monday, November 19, 2012

Sensual Bliss for Women over 50 -

Unleash your Sensual Side

Sensual Bliss For Women Over 50 - 7 Simple Ways to Unleash Your Sensual Side and Rev-Up Your Libido
There's a lot of negative sex talk and relationship confusion going around within the 'women over 50 group'. When lust starts fading away

, complacency sets in. And the next step is a full blown 'I don't care' attitude. Obviously this is a place where you don't want to stay.

And then there are women who have leaped from sexual depression into an exciting, sensual life of their own creation...with revved up libido as a side order.

Don't be a victim of our culture's expectations of aging. You can enjoy the magnificence
of intimate relationships for the next 30 years or more!

How to Enjoy Your Bonus Years at Your Full Sensual Potential:

The only solution: you need to recharge. So, take time for yourself and try these 7 ways to sensual pleasure and you'll see: it's like continuous foreplay!

LEARN TO TEASE AGAIN: Surely you remember how to do this. Make an innuendo and then back off. Just a little. Women have been masters of this art for centuries. It's in our DNA. Remember: just the act of teasing is the same as 'teasing yourself'. That's how to get the excitement going. The TEASE is powerful and can be better than physical sex.

TREASURE AROMAS:Our 'smell memory' is more acute than our other senses. You know a rose by smell, even without seeing it. We love scented candles, the hint of a luxurious perfume and most of all we're attracted to the familiar scent of our lover's warm neck while cuddling in bed. Special blends of essential oils can help give you that extra 'zip' or a calming effect when used in a diffuser, candle or mist. Savor the smell.

EYE TOUCH: Your eyes have feeling. Just look at a photo of your pet, grandchildren or someone you love. Now, look your man in the eye and say 'I Love You'. Certainly the feeling is warm and deep compared to shouting the same words from across the room. Don't just 'see' with your eyes. FEEL with your eyes. This is why the long gaze of flirting is so enticing.

YOUR SONG: A sharp, demanding voice will never rev-up your libido. This goes both ways. Speak kindly and softly. YOU start the conversation. Ask "how was your day?" Or "how do you feel today? I feel great!" Even your own affirmation will do wonders for your own feelings and desire.

EMBRACE THE NOW: Caress, hug, kiss, lick, stroke, pat...touching throughout the day keeps the coals smoldering. This is the easiest way to make a 'connection' with your lover and your own sensual side. Most couples touch only in the bedroom and then expect the fire to start, like turning on a stove. Nope! Doesn't work that way.

THE TEMPTRESS: Speak to each other. Be kind and be considerate. Remember, what you give is what you get. AND when the time is right, tantalize and tease with sensual words, a woman's skill. So give yourself a seductive refresher course. You'll be surprised how this foreplay affects YOUR sexual desire.

BODY LANGUAGE: Touch yourself in a seductive way, wink, stare, moisten your lips... in public! No one will notice but you'll feel a little dangerous. This is like seducing yourself. Remember: your mind is a woman's sensual organ. Don't be surprised if you get that 'tingling' feeling. Try it, it works!

And now, for more tips and examples, I invite you to download my free report, "The Truth About Your Libido and The Rev-up Secret No Body Talks About!"

http://www.onlineseniorlife.com/

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Painting the town red! Penelope Cruz shows off staggering curves in spell-binding Campari Calendar shoot

Sheer daring! Nancy Dell'Olio squeezes her figure into a sheer, skin-tight bustier dress for Tatler's Little Black Book party

By DAILY MAIL REPORTER

She might not have been the youngest person at the party, but that didn't stop Nancy Dell'Olio showing off her figure for all to see.

The 51-year-old, who loves to get dressed up for a night out, tried to out-do the younger party-goers at Tatler's Little Black Book party by wearing a striking skin-tight dress.

Despite the chilly weather, the Italian lawyer took off her coat as she arrived at Annabel's in Mayfair on Wednesday night, showing off her figure-hugging outfit.

Never one to shy away from a touch of controversy, Nancy decided to go all out for the bash, which draws together London's elite.

The regular party girl squeezed herself into the tiny, ill-fitting dress which had sheer paneling down the front and a revealing, bustier neckline.

Despite the risqué neckline, the former Strictly star wore the dress at a modest length, just below the knee and added a pair of skyscraper black heels for some height.

What was she thinking? Nancy Dell'olio steps out in outrageous revealing dress at the GQ Men of the Year award in London

(Daily Mail didn't quite agree) But we love her

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

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The boudoir session was the perfect tonic. The shopping alone made me feel excited, alive, and very much in the body I’d basically ignored as I labored over successive drafts of my chapters. Suddenly I had a new desire, a goal I hadn’t let myself consider before. I’d always been “the intellectual one.” What if I could be sexy as well, at least for a few hours?

On that warm August evening, we started off the session with me in a black body suit and thigh-high stockings against white satin. Next came a series in the peignoir I wore on my honeymoon, set against blue velvet. “Beautiful. That’s perfect,” the photographer purred. I’ll admit I felt prettier with each compliment, each click of the shutter. Then came the time to take off my clothes. Raised by a mother and two older sisters who were all quite comfortable being naked in each other’s presence, I was never especially shy around other women, but I did pause for a moment.

Lingerie was one thing. Naked was the real thing.

I’d been admiring female nudes since I could remember, especially high-brow, black-and-white compositions, which sometimes produced secret stirrings that helped me understand why men enjoy porn. But those women were chosen by the (undoubtedly male) photographer as a muse, and thus were certified as beautiful works of art and emblems of desire. And just as I needed teachers to tell me I was smart, I needed the approving gaze of men to feel pretty. The light in their eyes was my proof, whether the steady flame of a lover’s or the momentary flicker of a stranger’s on the street. Without that spark, I was invisible, even to myself.

Commissioning my own nude portrait—not being tricked or charmed into by some libidinous male—suddenly felt impossibly bold, even arrogant. I was making myself into Beauty, fearlessly daring unknown eyes to see me in the flesh, even if these photos were meant for my husband’s eyes alone.

What if I didn’t make the grade?

Fortunately, I was so at ease with the photographer, so certain this was a risk I had to take for posterity, that I soon lost myself in the yoga-like shifts of my body. The photographer and I worked together: sometimes she instructed me to tilt my head back farther, turn a bit more to the right, sometimes I chose poses that felt like me. When the session ended, I was exhausted and glowing, with a new appreciation for the hard work that models do. Finishing a Ph.D. is an achievement, but those golden hours in the studio made me feel strong in a whole different way.

Back in the days when cameras needed film, there was one final step in the process—a return visit to look over the proofs. I spent the week on that same rollercoaster of hope and dread you feel when you submit a story to a magazine. Would there even be one photo worth printing? Would the camera’s cool eye show me up as ridiculous, laughable? That was the cynic’s view of the boudoir session, a way for photographers to relieve plain women of their money or even worse as a kind of masturbation, what losers must settle for when they can’t get the real thing.

I remember my heart pounding as I opened the album.

My eye settled on the first picture, the one I still use as my official erotica author photo. Not bad, I thought. You have your moments. I continued turning pages. Satin peignoir turned to bare flesh. I’d never realized my back had such a classic hourglass shape to it. Not bad at all.

Is it too pathetic to admit that I never really saw beauty in myself until I looked at those pictures?

Sassy Sensuality Magazine