numeniusa's boudoir

scotluvsoral said:

*SS* Well I went and looked. I still think that you would be the better choice!

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puffinpenguin said:

No I have not, but it is on the cards, as soon as within the next 12 months! Barring exigent circumstances. After how you've painted a beautiful mental image in my head... there aren't many exigencies that can keep me from going lol.

Haha, imagine away! If you ask nicely I may even take more pictures

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numeniusa said:

I think I should wear it more often.

I bought a couple of other things from that company too...

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numeniusa said:

That's such a lovely thing to say, thank you, Scot, I'm so flattered.

Now, here's the actual model, who, I have to say, is rather lovely. And she even ironed hers...

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crashD said:

we look forward to seeing pictures of the rest of the items...

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crashD said:

you fill your slip out much better than she does...

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SoCalCouple11 said:

Absolutely stunning. We want to do professional couples boudoir

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numeniusa said:

It's a beautiful island, Islay, a couple of hours by ferry from the Mull of Kintyre, although you have to get yourself there first, of course! And more than ten distilleries there now, I believe. Ardbeg, Lagavullin and Laphroaig are on the same stretch of gorgeous coastline, within very few miles of each other. And you can 'adopt' a square foot of Laphroaig's land as a 'friend' of Laphroaig. It's free, and if you visit them you get a free dram of Laphroaig (once a year!), and they'll lend you some wellies to go visit your plot .

If you go, you must take a pic for me in the tartan tasting room Do you have exciting travel plans, Mr Penguin? A world tour?

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numeniusa said:

There aren't any quite yet, but we do have a London weekend coming up soon, so....



Thank you, crash, that's a lovely thing to say I do think a slip is particularly flattering to the more 'hourglass' figure somehow. That particular company's stuff is beautifully cut, I think.

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numeniusa said:

Flatterer! *blushes*

Some nice items from that company, though, eh?

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I am glad you are flattered, but it is an honest appraisal. You are a truly gorgeous woman with an amazing body and presence!

numeniusa said:

Ooh! Exciting! Can you say more? And thank you!

Have you considered posting any pictures in the Couples at play thread?

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scotluvsoral said:

I am glad you are flattered, but it is an honest appraisal. You are a truly gorgeous woman with an amazing body and presence!

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crashD said:

starting on the couples at play thread would be great...

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puffinpenguin said:

10! Wow. I will need more time on the island then. I imagine I will be getting quite tipsy for a few consecutive days. Yup, I saw the little pamplet advertisement thing they stuff in the packaging the last time I picked up a Laphroaig. Hmm having a little tiny plot of land there is certainly a good excuse to return to Islay every year lol!

I will take a picture, promise

Yup, a world tour, but the UK won't be part of the tour, I'm trying to nail down plans for spending 6 months traveling across the Silk Roads starting from China and ending in Turkey. The UK will probably be after that, have to be in Germany for work, or maybe London, the date is still far away so venues aren't set.

Either way, Islay here I come

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numeniusa said:

You're too kind, Scot

You should have seen my hair today, though - got caught in the rain yesterday on my bike and completely soaked, let it dry naturally, pfffff, it looked utterly hilarious, especially after then sleeping on it. Good job I didn't have to go anywhere this morning

I'm thinking now that the whole 'bed-hair' thing is probably very high maintenance...

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Sounds like it would have been a funny picture! *Laughing softly*

Azuldrgon said:

Good morning Numi.

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scotluvsoral said:

Sounds like it would have been a funny picture! *Laughing softly*

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numeniusa said:

On the clitoris

It's tiny, the clitoris. Or, more accurately, its external part is tiny. A little collection of incredibly sensitive nerve-endings, hidden usually behind its little cloak. But it's a powerhouse of pleasure for me, and I'm sure for most women.
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I sometimes think there's a direct path from my clit to the pleasure centres in my brain. It turns off rational thought, redirects every fibre of my being to its service. I'm a very willing servant, though.

So - ladies, did I miss anything?

And gentlemen, don't you wish you had one?

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HonorableRogue said:

Thanks Numi's. Next time I'll do my best to validate your How To Guide. Sort of like an independent test or focus group.

As wonderful as you make it sound I'd rather be the violin player than the Stradivarius. I'd rather coax the sounds and draw out the feelings and sensations. Leave the audience breathless, trembling, on the edge, waiting and longing for the next movement. The feel of the bow sliding and fingers dancing.

Cheers

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numeniusa said:

On the clitoris

It's tiny, the clitoris. Or, more accurately, its external part is tiny. A little collection of incredibly sensitive nerve-endings, hidden usually behind its little cloak. But it's a powerhouse of pleasure for me, and I'm sure for most women.

All of my orgasms come ultimately from clitoral stimulation. Penetration (of various kinds ) is a wonderful additional stimulation, but it's the intense building and concentration of sensations at my clit that actually push me over the edge.

But let's start at the beginning.

I feel the first stirrings of desire in my clit. Not the general building of warm tension that comes from my body wanting generally to fuck at some point soon. That's more of a feeling deep inside me, like an increasingly powerful magnetic pull that might be able to draw in a cock even without its owner's will. But the sudden 'ping' of desire, that's in my clit, definitely. A look, a suggestion, an image, a well-turned phrase, whether written or spoken, a recall, any of these can give rise to a delicious little twitch, a tiny spasm. A clitoral shiver. An awakening.

And then...

Initially, a light indirect pressure is lovely, just leaning into the sensation, enjoying the stirring, the beginning, the gentle response. No need to rush, just letting it build. Fingers are good at this point, over the hood, not too firm, gentle circles perhaps. It feels like something sweetly, undemandingly enjoyable, like chocolate melting in your mouth - you don't really want to make it go any faster. Not yet, anyway.

It builds from there, a gradual increase in response, growing pleasure in the sensation and a feeling of warmth and engorging. Direct stimulation is an enormous source of pleasure for me once I'm ready, and I might shift my pelvis and spread my lips for better access, stretching, revealing, exposing.

Fingers and a tongue at my clit feel very different to me. A fingertip, used very gently, can bring me to a feeling of intense ecstasy, like a white heat, almost unbearable. Almost. I fancy I can practically feel the fingerprint, so sensitive is my clit during this sort of attention. I might go as far as edging like this, trickier to coordinate if it's some else's fingertip, still mastering that properly. I rarely cum like that though, unless it's by accident. A tongue is different, softer, a less precise instrument I think, even in the most skilled cases, so it's a different, gentler pleasure. And it's more enclosing, the hot breath, the sucking, the licking, more variations in the sensations flooding in through that tiny nerve centre.

At some point, I sort of surrender to it. My man reckons he is able to spot the exact moment on my face. It's a point at which the extraordinary pleasure of the sensations takes over everything, everything, and I become entirely focussed on that little bud, and on satisfying its growing demands. My hips will rock, I might be grinding, I'm certainly moaning, I'm utterly enslaved to the rhythm, the pressure, the spreading warmth and pull inside. I am led by it, I am wholly consumed by it.

And then, a sort of sliding sensation, like rolling down a hill in a car with no brakes, not able to stop, not even wanting to stop, hurtling towards the edge. And falling gloriously over it in a limp heap, twitching and pulsing.

But here's the thing. It's a demanding little mistress, my clit. It might demand an almost immediate continuation, barely resting before another rise and fall. It might relax for a few minutes, coming down from the high, before the temptation starts again. Or I might be concentrating on doing something else to someone else, for a while But tempt it will. It's different, the second time, and the third, and (!), because it's huge and slippery now, which makes it much more tricky to operate, and the optimal point of stimulation seems to move around. So it's a silky chase to a second peak, a third, but oh, it's worth it.

I sometimes think there's a direct path from my clit to the pleasure centres in my brain. It turns off rational thought, redirects every fibre of my being to its service. I'm a very willing servant, though.

So - ladies, did I miss anything?

And gentlemen, don't you wish you had one?

(More Numi Sutra)

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What a wonderful description. It was sensual and moving and left me a more than a little bit aroused! When it comes to surrendering to so much passion, I am much better at giving pleasure than receiving. I love the gentle build up and the lovely arrival of real passion. Love the sharing of so much intimacy...the tastes, the sounds the feelings...just amazing and pleasurable to to me. Thanks for such an intimate sharing! *kissing your hand softly*

numeniusa said:

On the clitoris

It's tiny, the clitoris. Or, more accurately, its external part is tiny. A little collection of incredibly sensitive nerve-endings, hidden usually behind its little cloak. But it's a powerhouse of pleasure for me, and I'm sure for most women.

All of my orgasms come ultimately from clitoral stimulation. Penetration (of various kinds ) is a wonderful additional stimulation, but it's the intense building and concentration of sensations at my clit that actually push me over the edge.

But let's start at the beginning.

I feel the first stirrings of desire in my clit. Not the general building of warm tension that comes from my body wanting generally to fuck at some point soon. That's more of a feeling deep inside me, like an increasingly powerful magnetic pull that might be able to draw in a cock even without its owner's will. But the sudden 'ping' of desire, that's in my clit, definitely. A look, a suggestion, an image, a well-turned phrase, whether written or spoken, a recall, any of these can give rise to a delicious little twitch, a tiny spasm. A clitoral shiver. An awakening.

And then...

Initially, a light indirect pressure is lovely, just leaning into the sensation, enjoying the stirring, the beginning, the gentle response. No need to rush, just letting it build. Fingers are good at this point, over the hood, not too firm, gentle circles perhaps. It feels like something sweetly, undemandingly enjoyable, like chocolate melting in your mouth - you don't really want to make it go any faster. Not yet, anyway.

It builds from there, a gradual increase in response, growing pleasure in the sensation and a feeling of warmth and engorging. Direct stimulation is an enormous source of pleasure for me once I'm ready, and I might shift my pelvis and spread my lips for better access, stretching, revealing, exposing.

Fingers and a tongue at my clit feel very different to me. A fingertip, used very gently, can bring me to a feeling of intense ecstasy, like a white heat, almost unbearable. Almost. I fancy I can practically feel the fingerprint, so sensitive is my clit during this sort of attention. I might go as far as edging like this, trickier to coordinate if it's some else's fingertip, still mastering that properly. I rarely cum like that though, unless it's by accident. A tongue is different, softer, a less precise instrument I think, even in the most skilled cases, so it's a different, gentler pleasure. And it's more enclosing, the hot breath, the sucking, the licking, more variations in the sensations flooding in through that tiny nerve centre.

At some point, I sort of surrender to it. My man reckons he is able to spot the exact moment on my face. It's a point at which the extraordinary pleasure of the sensations takes over everything, everything, and I become entirely focussed on that little bud, and on satisfying its growing demands. My hips will rock, I might be grinding, I'm certainly moaning, I'm utterly enslaved to the rhythm, the pressure, the spreading warmth and pull inside. I am led by it, I am wholly consumed by it.

And then, a sort of sliding sensation, like rolling down a hill in a car with no brakes, not able to stop, not even wanting to stop, hurtling towards the edge. And falling gloriously over it in a limp heap, twitching and pulsing.

But here's the thing. It's a demanding little mistress, my clit. It might demand an almost immediate continuation, barely resting before another rise and fall. It might relax for a few minutes, coming down from the high, before the temptation starts again. Or I might be concentrating on doing something else to someone else, for a while But tempt it will. It's different, the second time, and the third, and (!), because it's huge and slippery now, which makes it much more tricky to operate, and the optimal point of stimulation seems to move around. So it's a silky chase to a second peak, a third, but oh, it's worth it.

I sometimes think there's a direct path from my clit to the pleasure centres in my brain. It turns off rational thought, redirects every fibre of my being to its service. I'm a very willing servant, though.

So - ladies, did I miss anything?

And gentlemen, don't you wish you had one?

(More Numi Sutra)

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