The curse of the dying vibrators.

For being named after a goddess the rest of the forces in the Verse have chosen to conspire against me. I am not amused.

Since my last post I have procured a few new vibrators. A few new vibrators that I really liked. A few new vibrators that I really liked that I made sure to take great care of. A few new vibrators that I really liked that I made sure to take great care of that are all now dead.

Of course the one died just days after the return day for malfunctions too. Don't try to deny me pleasure like that. It doesn't end well.

In other, much happier news, this weeks Oglaf is wonderful and if you're not following it, consider it my order that you go through and read through them all this weekend. Don't disappoint me.

Speaking of slut viruses, I've been insatiable this week. I've been having some nice and specific cravings as well. I've been dying to have a sexy brunette woman in my bed to fuck with my strap on. I also want her bound in my jewel tone blue rope while I deliver my own special brand of punishment and see just how many ways I can make her squirm.

Universe, deliver this to me.

Those who know me

Those who know me know that I'm very eagerly (and not to patiently) awaiting the new Avengers movie due out in May.

Screw letting him rule. I'd get him on his knees and eating me out in nothing but that helmet of his.

Change of plans

I had originally intended to write about how I've been having a lot of dreams about masturbation recently but the words certainly aren't flowing. Instead I realized that I promised more acrobatic videos and since I'm a gal who follows through, here you go:



This is of Julia Kolosova doing hoops from Cirque du Soleil's adult show Zumanity.

Looks like hula hoops aren't just for kids anymore.

In unrelated news, I've been scouring fiverr.com for someone to design a simple website for me and no one is willing to do anything even remotely adult related. I'm revamping my basic cam recruitment page and upgrading to something paid and professional but need someone with just a little bit more skills than I have. Can pay but I have a limited budget. Any takers?

Masturbation!

Hey loves. There's an article by yours truly about the wonderful world of female masturbation.

Be a darling and check it out. Extra brownie points for sharing it with a friend.

The "Myth" Of Female Masturbation

Hello all you sexy people!

If you've seen my older posts then you know I'll be heading out of the country soon. I'll be in Europe for a little visit which includes France. Je suis trés excitée. I hope to come back with some very very sexy stories but until then I will leave you with this photo of Tiah Eckhardt and Daisy Lowe for Agent Provocateur.

L'amour

"Let's set a goal that in two years we'll only be able to talk dirty to each other in French."

That's what Jason said to me during a conversation about the French we used to know (grew up learning it but lost it when my parents divorced) and our shared desire to pick up the language again. I have to admit, it's an excellent incentive. Of course this is also where my mind runs away from me and I imagine leading him on an elaborate treasure hunt with little cards with phrases or words in French which would lead him to his next clue or destination. Érotique, non?

Anyway, I'm working through Livemocha, old French textbooks and every Audrey Tautou film I can find to get as much re-exposure to the language as I can get. My Facebook is in french and I'm even considering buying a few french cookbooks. Learn french and how to cook. I'll be a domestic Goddess in no time! (Me? Yeah right!)

At the very least I'll be on my path to being the multilingual diva I've always wanted to be. Knowledge is sexy and who doesn't want to be seduced by a french maid who actually speaks French?

Oh la la!

Things That Make Your Goddess Happy

In addition to regular whoredom I'm also an admitted fashion whore. At a party earlier this year I saw an incredible girl in a green vinyl corset and accompanying petal skirt. The shine of the green was so alluring and the short leaflike petals of the skirt were just long enough to leave you yearning for more. I immediately wanted two things:

1. To fuck her senseless.

2. To run off with her outfit for my own devilish purposes.

Naked is sexy but clothing can me too. In fact, a $50 Amazon gift card from a very lovely friend has me one step closer to a fashion item I've long been coveting.

The ballet heel.


Non ballet ladies, if you think your heels kill your feet, don't ever dance en pointe. Ballet heels take the beauty (and sexiness if you're turned on by ballet like I am) of pointe shoes and turn the sex and kink dials up to 11. The come in all sort of styles ranging from ankle length to thigh high but the uniting factor is the roughly 7 inch heel that puts wearers on the tips of their toes.

Sex. Pure, erotic sex.

They also play into one of my favorite fantasies. I've always walked on my toes. When I was younger I'd always break in new shoes by walking on the tips. Pointe shoes are some of my favorite things ever. I also have quite the Domme streak. I've never had a slave or a sub but I've always loved the idea of locking up my sub and leaving to go run errands in a sex latex outfit and, you guessed it, ballet heels. The idea of going out while everyone stares and knows I'm up to no good thrills me. Knowing that there's someone back home completely dependent on me is thrilling as well.

Basically, I'd wear those fucking shoes any and every chance I have. If you've got it flaunt it.


-Athena