Pimento Stuffed Gourmet Queen Spanish olives
The Photo: Stuffed Queen Olives used in vaginal martinis described in the post below.
Pirate helps cater a major East Coast event: The head of our escort service was asked by a counterpart in New Jersey to help fill a shortage of talent for the pleasure of out-of-towners attending the Super Bowl. The norovirus has hit the trade hard in New Jersey and they were short the quality of entertainers that they had agreed to provide. Of course the request came at a time of peak demand here as well. He wasn’t about to send his Goddess or Angel level girls even if they hadn’t already been spoken for, but he let about a dozen of his Barbie level girls go on loan and back-filled here with younger girls who he doesn’t want traveling. It was a push, but doing a favor for New Jersey could pay off long term. NJ sent a Learjet for them so we will see how that works out.
Andrea enrolls at UNLV and the Vernal Equinox: It was too late to get her enrolled for the spring semester w/o paying late fees. However, she has one of Adolph’s Amex cards so there wasn’t any problem with that. She just needs a few courses to be credentialed on campus while her primary training will be elsewhere. Working with escort trainees and attending my advances sexual techniques classes. As with UNLV ahe will be starting late but I can coach bher and having come from a Swiss finishing school she already knows a lot. It’s her muscle tone and stamina that she needs to work on.
Looking at the UNLV spring calendar I was pleased to see that the Goddess has again provided, in scheduling the spring break recess for March 17-22. The Vernal equinox is on March 20th so that’s quite a good fit though we might get them back a bit late depending what else happens at Ullapool and Crag Abbey. Projecting out my menstrual calendar I should be CD12 and fertile on the Vernal Equinox and baring upset cycles my wards should be as well. I’m not sure where Andrea will be in her cycle as her cycles will have to stabilize since she has just come off NuvaRing.
The vaginal martini: I’ve been working with two of the girls in my ballet troupe who are Mixologists’ as well to perfect their presentation when preparing vaginal martin’s for Adolph’s Super Bowl party and they – both the girls and the martinis – were a huge hit. The vaginal martini is extremely popular among men, even the ones who aren’t all that fond of gin since it’s the preparation of the drink, specifically the placing of the olive which they seem to be fascinated by.
The ratio of gin to vermouth in a martini has been steadily increasing since the cocktail was created. A ratio of 1:1 was common at the turn of the 20th century, and 3:1 or 4:1 martinis were typical during the 1930s and 1940s. During the latter part of the 20th century, 6:1, 8:1, 12:1, or even 50:1 or 100:1 Martinis became considered the norm.
Our signature party libation, the “vaginal martini” is mixed at a customer’s table from a bar-cart worked by a lovely young woman mixologist nude and totally waxed except for scalp hair and eyebrows wearing only Gaynor Minden pointe shoes she is standing on her toes in. Our version of the vaginal martini is made with an 8:1 ratio of gin to vermouth and a pimento stuffed queen olive dispensed from the mixologist vagina into the glass with a delicate squeezing of her vaginal muscles after springing to échappé sur les pointes and holding the pose.
A typical unaroused vagina can hold 4 or 5 queen olives comfortably. To properly prepare and present a vaginal martini the mixologists should be proficient in basic pointework, have strong vaginal muscle tone and be proficient with Ben Wa balls.
Super Bowl XLVIII: Seattle Defeats Denver 43-8. So much for ‘evenly matched’ teams! Seattle was given a 2-0 lead on the first play of the game when Denver snapped the ball into the end zone for a safety, and the Broncos never recovered. Sheesh! I was for Denver (sort of) but I didn’t really care who won. But it wasn’t rven a good gamre. It was as though Denver players had grease bon their hands. They couldn’t hold on to the ball and Seattle players seemed to slip easily out of their grasp when tackles were attempted… Sigh!
I thought even the commercials were poor except for the Budweiser one with the Lab puppy and the Clydesdales. The good news is that Adolph didn’t have any of his girls disappear, which often happens during his parties.
Dive-sex at 60 feet: On the plus side for me I got some pool time. And the men who took me really blissed me out! It was the closest I’d come to having my brains fucked out in quite a while! There was a net strung across The Well at 100 feet so no one could accidently sink below that depth.
I wore my signature canary yellow Gottex thong bikini with my OTS Guardian FFM and twin 130 cu ft. hp steel tanks filled with Nitrox. Even so I had a HP steel 80 hung at 30 feet as a deco stop in case I needed it. I tethered to a float at 60 feet and slipprd out of my tanks and hooked them on to the float as well so I could enjoy both missionary and rear entry sex. Adolph was the first man to take me and he helped me hang my tanks and prepare to be blissed out.
I was CD22 and luteal so there was no chance of becoming preggers. Even so I wore an Oves cap screwed down tight on my cervix and a latex Reflexions Flat Spring diaphragm as flood insurance to prevent a partner’s thrusts from forcing water into my uterus. Most of the men at the party were rubberists so they loved the fact that when having sex with me they would be thrusting into a natural rubber latex membrane that if they penetrated my anterior fornix would squeeze their glans at maximum thrust depth. I had four lovers at 60 feet who all came to me before it was time to surface. They had given me three massive G-spot orgasms and after each I just hung there gasping for air luxuriating in the afterglow with waves of contractions still occurring long after my partner had withdrawn.
It was so wonderful just hanging there and letting my lovers thrill me completely while sucking gas and watching our bubbles and listening to our bubbles roar and demand valves hiss as we sucked gas and his grunts as he thrust and my moans, mewing then screams as he caressed my G-spot and my muscles contracted around him and we came together! It was heaven!