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!
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