Diving Lost Cove,

A classic diving thong bikini

The Photo: A classic style with a thong bottom that can easily be pulled to one side for missionary entry with no plastic or metal that can break or gets uncomfortable in the sun and leave strange tan lines. The halter doesn’t get in the way of a tank harness and the underwire provides support when my breasts are full and I need to be milked.

The flight from McCarran to St Thomas: It was a scramble but we departed McCarran at 10:00 PM (PDT) and arrived on St Thomas at about 8:30 AM Eastern Daylight time. I thought the Gemini might delay us but they surprised me by arriving early and sticking as close as possible to the Swan Twins. Staying focused we managed to easily make our 10:00 PM departure time.

The flight distance LAS to IAD = 2,066 miles. At about 550 mph from McCarran to Dulles flight time is about 4 hours less the time made up riding a tailwind from the jet stream, so about 3 to 3.5 hours. Then there was an hour on the ground to pick up Fiona, Cyndi and Maj. Tree.

The flight distance from Dulles (IAD) International Airport to Cyril E. King Airport (STT) on St Thomas is 1610 miles.  The flight time at 550 mph is slightly less than three hours. So say 3.5+1.0+3.0= 7.5 hrs. total travel time from Vegas to St Thomas.  

Sailing from St Thomas to Virgin Gorda: When we landed it was in the mid 70s and raining. We taxied into a hanger where after going through customs (an agent came to us) we transferred our things into three SUVs and took the short drive down to the pier at Krum Bay and the crew of the Wanton Lass IV had us aboard in less than five minutes and cast off from the pier at about 9:00 AM. There was a good bit of wind with guests to 20mph and the sea was choppy. We went east passing south of St Thomas, St John, Tortola and virgin Gorda before going around the eastern end and into North Sound to Lost Cove. The yacht was on its diesel engines as we were sailing almost directly east and the winds were coming from the east. It’s a good sixty or seventy nautical miles for the southern sweep all the way around and into North Sound and at 7 kts against the wind it took us until evening to get to Lost Cove. Fortunately no one got seasick. Again I thought the Gemini might, but they did wonderfully well with the Swan twins enjoying the meals prepared by the chef and sex with the twins and they are really good about helping do whatever needed to be done.

Settling in: We’d eaten aboard the Wanton Lass and the house staff came down to the beach to welcome us and  take our luggage to our rooms so we had unpacked and settled in by 11:00 PM. Sunday morning the women began our morning ballet class at 8:00 AM so we don’t get too far off our routines and out of shape during our vacation. Then we went diving in the cove. Jack and I checked the outflow of the aquifer that feeds fresh water into the bay through an old lava tube and found the flow strong and cold from all the recent rain.

Her Grace is fitted for dive-sex protection: The Duchess (call me Alice) called before we went diving and wanted a diaphragm fitting from Chris when she came for dinner so she arrived early. I asked why she wanted a diaphragm fitted at her age and she said she wanted to try dive-sex with Colin, her current lover, as she had heard so much about it when we women all got together on earlier trips and Colin is keen to partner her. She wanted me there with her during the fitting so when her sailboat entered the cove in the early afternoon Chris and I were on the beach to greet her. She is in her late sixties, but is in marvelous shape and hardly looks a day over forty and she has a Swiss specialist for vaginal rejuvenation treatments so isn’t suffering from vaginal dryness as so many post-menopausal women do. Chris took us to a back bedroom that I’d had converted to a Gyn exam room with an exam table with stirrups and lights and Alice put on an exam gown and got up on the table. Chris did a thorough pelvic exam palpating her uterus and feeling her ovaries and checking that she had a pronounced post-pubic vault suitable for wearing a diaphragm. He said later that she has wonderfully healthy vaginal rugae soft and flexible and the muscle tone of a twenty-five year old ballet dancer. She wanted Colin present during her fitting and he was, as she believes the man should know as much about female dive-sex protection as the woman.

Chris fit her with an 85mm latex Reflections flat spring which, as returning readers know, is the best type to use for dive-sex as it is nearly impossible to under-thrust so is ideal for flood insurance which is needed even for menopausal women who still have their uterus. Forty years ago when she married the Duke she used an Ortho White coil spring rim for contraception and all her pregnancies were planned so it was just a matter of familiarizing her with the diaphragm again. She walked around with it inserted for a minute or two and made certain she could urinate freely with the diaphragm in place and practiced inserting and removing it several times and had the hang of it right away. I showed her the 10ml prefilled disposable applicators of a silicone base spermicide/biocide, DiveGel+, used in the dome as spermicide and in the vagina as a lubricant for dive-sex as water base lubes and natural lube quickly washes away during underwater sex. And she left the exam room with the Reflexions and DiveGel+ inserted.

Diving the Duchess: Then Jack and I took her and Colin out to her boat to get their gear and then to the Wanton Lass and we put on SCUBA (the Duchess and Colin are both diving OTS Guardian FFMs just like the rest of us) and breathing regular air from 80 cuft HP steel tanks. Alice and I each taking an ankle leash to tether ourselves to two of the ten two-hundred pound concrete shackle blocks that had been positioned across the shallow (30 to 40 ft.) portion of the cove so we can tether ourselves and not be tumbled around or carried out of the cove by the current while our attention is directed elsewhere.

Once Alice was safely tethered to a shackle block and inflated her BC a bit to keep the tether tight we left her and Colin to enjoy themselves while we gave them a bit of privacy. Jack and I went to another block and I clipped my ankle leash into the shackle and inflated my BC to hold me snug at the end of my tether. We all had clickers to sound if any of us got in trouble, but there was no trouble just marvelous nearly weightless sex…

Jack began fondling me and I forgot all about Alice and Colin. I spread my labia and Jack entered me and I gasped as with a single stroke he thrust as deep as he could. I adjusted my hips and he thrust again as I guided him into my anterior fornix stretching the translucent latex membrane of my Reflexions over my cervix on one side and his glans on the other.  And while he held my hips and thrust into me we enjoyed the sights and sounds of dive-sex; the hiss of gas being sucked through our demand valves, the roar of our bubbles rushing to the surface from our exhalations and our gasps, moans and my mewing as he caressed my G-spot to a bone melting orgasm and strong contractions that caused him to plant his seed inside me with five brutally powerful thrusts while I watched his face through the lens of his mask fascinated as my beautiful man inseminated me.

Mother’s Day feast: For our Mother’s Day evening meal Jack had 50 lbs of rack of black-faced lamb sent to my place on Virgin Gorda. And Paul brought three doz. large West Indian langouste (West Indian spiny lobsters with no claws) caught around a large coral reef just outside the entrance to Lost Cove. Grilled after splitting and seasoned and eaten with drawn butter the langoustes were delicious, but they aren’t as large or sweet as Mane lobsters. The rack of lamb, served with mint jelly, was so tender you could cut it with a fork. And for desert we had home made mango ice-cream.

Diving the cove: The water in lost Cove is a combination of warm (75° F or warmer) salt water entering from the Caribbean through North Sound and relatively pure (65°F) fresh water from the aquifer draining a major portion of Virgin Gorda. In the depression into which the aquifer empties the fresh water is densest and is on the bottom while the warmer sea water floats on top of the fresh. At the depth of thirty feet where the aquifer depression meets the cove floor there is an upwelling of cold fresh water along the north side of the cove bottom that mixes to some extent with the sea water. This leads to a situation where a diver weighted for the majority of the cove area will be significantly over weighted if s/he drops below thirty feet in the area of the aquifer outflow depression. A way to compensate while retaining the heavier weight set is to wear a buoyancy compensator with enough lift to handle the fresh water over-weight situation. For those who care about water temperature, salinity and density see: http://www.csgnetwork.com/h2odenscalc.html which says in part:

“The density of pure water is 1000 kg/m3. Ocean water is more dense because of the salt in it. Density of ocean water at the sea surface is about 1027 kg/m3. There are two main factors that make ocean water more or less dense than about 1027 kg/m3. The first is the temperature of the water and the other us the salinity of the water. Ocean water gets more dense as temperature goes down. So, the colder the water, the more dense it is. Increasing salinity also increases the density of sea water. Less dense water floats on top of more dense water. Given two layers of water with the same salinity, the warmer water will float on top of the colder water. However, temperature has a greater effect on the density of water than does salinity. Hence, a layer of water (pycnocline) with higher salinity can actual float on top of water with lower salinity if the layer with higher salinity is quite a bit warmer than the lower salinity layer.”

The fresh water outflow causes a potentially dangerous situation on the north side of the cove where the cold water  current has scoured a depression all the way out to the sound in which the current is about 2 kts regardless of what the tide is doing above the outflow. So anything caught in the outflow current will be quickly washed into the sound.

Rash guard: In most cove locations, with the exception of the aquifer outflow, the water is so warm that even at a depth of 30 feet we are comfy wearing Spandex rash guards which differ from swim shirts in that they are tight fitting and have flatlock stitching and six panel construction for strength, comfort and increased flexibility. Because I have red hair and light skin I like the fact that even the white rash guards I prefer have at least an SPF of 50.

 

 

The Goldsmiths wife

Highly refined Scottish gold

His Grace asks a favor: The old bull came to me after my ballet class on the 4th to ask if I would visit the Goldsmith and his wife. It seems the goldsmith’s wife and he had been lovers before he married the Duchess and he has always had a thing for her which he satisfies occasionally and now she wanted a favor.

His Grace was embarrassed to ask, but to make a long story short he told me she wanted him to tell me to fuck her husband. He let her know that her wish and my virtue was not within his gift, but that he would gladly ask me if I would, as a favor, have penetrative sex with her husband. I wasn’t surprised that the goldsmith wanted me as I’d seen the longing in his eyes, but I was surprised that his wife had asked and I was concerned about his health.

If he had a stroke while mounted or possibly a weak heart he could die in the saddle. I agreed to talk with her and called to make sure I understood what she (and he) had in mind. It seems they are both of the Old Ways and the heavy gold necklace of office in its ebony box had been in his family’s keeping for generations waiting for the right woman to walk into the family shop.

I already knew she was a sensitive as I felt her presence when I was in the shop, but I hadn’t met her. She knew when I arrived in Inverness that I was the one it was meant for and she mentioned to Jack who she has known since he was a child that she thought I would like some of the pieces her husband had on offer which is how Jack came to mention the shop to me.  She told me that having transferred the great seal of office to me, for that is what the massive relief of the birth of Venus is, her husband was closing the high street shop and would be working on privately commissioned pieces from now on.

As his family had been believers and faithful disciples - being keeper of the great seal for decades – her husband had always wanted to know what being intimate with a Goddess was like and they thought his best chance was for him to have sex with her earthly embodiment and he would never have a better chance than now. They were concerned I might find their request impertinent. I thought it charming and very human.

We discussed her husband’s health. Could his heart and skeletal structure stand the excitement and intensity of an encounter with me?  At 75 he is a frequent hill walker and active daily operating his gold smelter he is in excellent health she said. She also said that he wanted to take me bareback and was fond of sex with women protecting themselves with diaphragms, which she still uses for him even though she is well into menopause.

His Grace agreed to take me to their home in a village outside Inverness proper rightly seeing an opportunity to bed the wife again while I satisfied her husband, an arrangement that worked extremely well.

The encounter: After we arrived and I was introduced to Edith, the Goldsmith’s wife sherry was served and we all agreed on the rules: no condoms for the men and diaphragms for the ladies.  I was CD21 and safely luteal, but was wearing an Oves screwed down tightly on my cervix and brought along my death rubber latex Reflexions flat spring for show and tell and for Colin, the Goldsmith, to watch me insert. I was pleased to learn that Edith had an 75mm Reflexions inserted for His Grace’s pleasure and her own since when aroused the anterior rim caresses her G-spot just as my Reflexions does for me!

We were actively involved with our twin encounters for nearly two hours, in separate rooms on different floors so neither couple heard the other, with a bit of time between penetrative acts to enjoy the afterglow and let the men recycle. Colin is a skilled, considerate and potent lover with marvelous stamina for his age and Edith is lucky to have him in a selectively open marriage. When His Grace and I left Colin and Edith were relaxed and glowing from sexual release as we were all still in the afterglow and I was still experiencing tiny vaginal contractions when I thought of how wonderfully talented Colin is and how marvelously he pleased me  

Ankle ribbons, dive-sex and mystery meat

Trolling for men in ballet-wrap stilettos

Ankle ribbons are in for Spring 2012: From Alice+Olivia’s Spring/Summer 2012 line. A ballet look for wannabes in 4 in stilettos that accent the ankles and legs. Even the most bookish women can give her ballet-girl alter ego a romp in these lovely shoes that scream “take me” to any man with a ballet fetish.

Why I like dive sex: I keep getting reader’s comments asking why I love dive-sex. I’ve answered this question before, but for new readers I’ll answer it again. My interest in dive-sex developed because being weightless in water shows off my toned body to its best advantage while providing a hostile environment in which to enjoy the physical delights a man can provide as well as an opportunity to savor the affects of asphyxia during weightless sex. I discovered that facet of breath play when I accidentally ran out of air during an orgasm at the bottom of a friend’s swimming pool. It was amazing, an epiphany for me, and has provided an entirely new more intense level of carnal pleasure! Surviving a breathplay encounter during dive-sex is such an adrenaline rush that when I surface immediately afterward I need to be taken by my lover again. I understand that side effect, needing sex, is common for men after combat and is also what I have experienced after a KP-boot fight where the mind is so glad to be alive that it needs to experience sexual pleasure to relieve the tension.

Adolph’s Thanksgiving gift of mystery meat: I’m sorry to say that Adolph’s contribution to the gravy served during our Thanksgiving dinner proved to be a disappointment. As I wrote in an earlier post I didn’t tell any of the guests about its supposed aphrodisiac effects. I just observed the behavior of the women (it is supposed to significantly increase only the female libido) who consumed it. As far as I could tell there was no increase in libido of any of my female guests and I’ve been around them (even Adèle) enough under intimate circumstances to have a pretty good idea of how randy they are at different points in their cycle from menstruation to fertility and ovulation. While they enjoyed themselves by sampling the different men available none of the women were over the top in erotic behavior. I’m wondering now if the tales told about the aphrodisiacal power of the organ meat were apocryphal as there is nothing I could find in medical texts of the period. Perhaps he was scammed and was provided with boar’s testes.

Thanksgiving weekend side effects: It’s now been a week since I had my Thanksgiving smorgasbord of studly men for the women in my circle to enjoy in safe and comfortable surroundings. None or us has come down with yeast or other normal infections that typically occur from being sexually intimate with so many different men in such a short interval of time and that’s as expected since we all used DiveGel+. There is no reason to suppose our contraceptive protection was any less effective, but no method is 100% effective so we should know for sure in another week or so.

I played Aphrodite to make sure all the woman got to experience all the men. I even managed to get Cyndi taken by her Mom’s boyfriend while Fiona was off shopping at Hermès with Anya. Anya took her to both Hermès stores - the Crystals and at Wynn’s Encore - and then lunch so Colin had plenty of time to be gentle with Cyndi since it was his first time with her. Cyndi’s experience with Colin seemed to help reassure her that he can meet Fiona’s considerable physical needs from a lover (they both like well hung men with plenty of stamina) and Cyndi came away from the weekend thinking far more favorably of Colin than that he was just the latest set of male genitals in her mother’s life.


I want to thank my good friend and regular reader Eric for bringing the article below to my attention.

“Stiletto Self-Defense
NBC LA
By Lolita Lopez Saturday, Nov 19, 2011

"I wanted women to just know enough ... to be able to tap into their inner power and ward off a predator"

Stiletto heels aren't just fashionable, they also serve a purpose.

Local self-defense expert Jennifer Cassetta has created the Stiletto Self Defense program that demonstrates how women can protect themselves.

She developed the techniques after she was attacked several years ago while walking on the street late at night.

"He grabbed me from behind and in that half a sec, like, I knew in my head from my training that I had an instant to choose whether to be a victim or a victor and I turned into what I liked to call a 'she beast,' basically went crazy like I was going to attack him," Cassetta said.

According to RAINN, the Rape, Abuse, & Incest National Network, someone in the U.S. is sexually assaulted every two minutes.

The 5 foot 1 inch third degree black belt in HapKido, a Korean martial art, was able to chase off her attacker while wearing high heels. She began teaching the program in 2006 using her 12 years of experience.

"I wanted women to just know enough of the basics to be able to tap into their inner power and ward off a predator," Cassetta said.

Cassetta explained her ABC's of self-defense: Awareness, Boundaries, and being Centered and Calm in the face of adversity.

"We have on our bodies five different weapons, pretty much, and they start with the hands, elbows, knees, feet and your head," Cassetta said.

As for those heels, Cassetta suggested wearing comfortable ones that you can run in if necessary.

"The first thing you do with those sexy stilettos is stomp your heel right down on the foot," Cassetta said. "Hopefully it will go right through the foot. You can also take the foot and go up the groin with that stiletto, as well."

Cassetta said, remember to let out your inner "she beast" and be loud, calling attention to your situation.

"It all starts in the mind and it's a mind body spirit class ... if you think you are powerful enough to get away in a situation like that, most likely you can," Cassetta said.

Another tip: think like a predator.

"How can you avoid being a target? You want to stand up straight make sure you are looking around, shoulders back,” she said. “You see girls texting and headphones. None of that.”

Two 20-something's taking her class were inspired by what they learned.

"I walk around with my headphones and disappear into my music, and I never thought I am very vulnerable at that moment," Stephanie McCall said.

Tina Pareedes said the class challenged her habits, as well.

"I usually avoid looking at people in the eye walking around the street but once you get that in your head to just go after someone in the face, yea," Pareedes said.

Cassetta holds local workshops once a month but is also available by appointment for special classes. She recently held a class in one part of Los Angeles where there was a spike in sexual assaults.

"I have mothers, a lot of mothers, who have girls going off to college that will call me and schedule a class" Cassetta said.

For the video see: http://www.nbclosangeles.com/news/local/Stilletto-Self-Defense-134180263.html

Her techniques are also available on DVDs. For more information check out www.jennifercassetta.com”

Personal Comment: I’ve always liked the idea of fighting back and using whatever is at hand as weapons and punching a 3 or 4 inch stiletto heel through an attacker’s foot can be pretty effective. Of course if you miss you lose the advantage of surprise that you are actually fighting back. Another tactic I like if I’m in flats or sneakers is to kick back into an attacker’s knees. If you break the knee he’s down and not going very far then you can safely run. Of course too there is the Wal-Mart Black Friday weapon of choice, pepper spray, if you have it where you can get at it, like in your hand as you walk to your car.

A wedding and dive-sex

Princess Beatrice of York at the wedding of Zara Phillips and Mike Tindall

A wedding in Edinburgh: This past Saturday John took me to the wedding of his friend and drinking buddy Mike Tindall, the rugby captain, to Zara Phillips, Princess Ann’s daughter. He had been asked and had accepted long ago when he was seeing someone and now didn’t want to go Stag so he asked if I’d like to attend with him. I was delighted! John’s father, the Duke, is a friend of Prince Phillip, but John says that he was invited because of the many times he and Mike closed pubs together. It was a low key affair except that William and Catherine, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, were there and I got to meet them both! It was awesome and they seemed a really lovely couple.

We stayed at John’s flat in the city and he took me shopping the day before for something to wear. Fortunately I’m a perfect UK size 4 (U.S. size 2) so at a lovely boutique I found a suitable dress off the rack that needed no alterations, closed toe 3 inch heels, sheer tights and hat, though the hat wasn’t as stylish (outrageous?) as the one Princess Beatrice wore. John said I was beautiful in pink and sage. He introduced me as an American ballet dancer. Afterward we went to the reception nearby at the Palace of Holyroodhouse, the Queen’s official residence in Scotland. I thought I might have a problem with the security metal detectors if I wore a diaphragm – I was CD2 and bleeding heavily – so I wore a Diva Cup instead. Since I was on my best behavior and not planning to get stuffed in one of the rooms of the state apartment wearing a menstrual cup didn’t detract from my pleasure. Actually, since I have my secondary libidinal peak when menstrual the delay in taking John just made my desire that much greater. .

Sylvie, seduction and dive-sex: Before we left for Edinburgh John and I watched on CCTV as Sylvie seduced Colin on the pool surround just before entering the water for dive-sex. I had told her that he loved watching his partner prepare for dive-sex by inserting her gas guard and so she made a production of the process making him erect in his Speedo Laddie Caddy as he watched. First she searched her reg-bag for her slit-kit, opening the diaphragm compact, removing the device she held the thin latex dome up to the light as she inspected the stretchy silvery membrane for thin spots, cracks and tears before applying a powerful spermicidal gel in the dome and smearing it around the inside with her finger. Then she put one foot on a bench pulled her thong bikini to one side exposing her waxed pubes, spread her labia with the fingers of one hand while compressing the rim of her diaphragm with the other and slowly inserted the device into her birth canal.

She pushed the posterior rim back along the rear wall of her vagina until it slipped beneath her cervix and into her posterior fornix. Then she let the rim open fully and pushed the anterior rim into her pubic notch locking it securely in place. Then she squatted and pushed down hard several times, as though she was having a bowel movement, which forced her cervix closer to the entrance to her vagina stretching the dome of her diaphragm to force the remaining air out and increase the vacuum until she felt the rubber sucked down on and grip her cervix so she knew the dome was fully evacuated. Then she applied a 10ml prefilled applicator of DiveGel in her vagina and smeared some over her labia so she was well lubed for underwater penetration.

Sylvie and Colin had progressed to the point that they were wearing SCUBA sets and went to the bottom of the deep end of the pool for dive sex so we watched him enter her in missionary so she could watch him disappear inside her. Then since she was weightless underwater she did a full split and he rotated her 180° so she was penetrated from the rear and he could penetrate her more deeply before he reached her cervix. We watched their bubbles and could tell when he found her G-spot and she started to quiver and her breathing became shallow and more frequent and her bubble cloud became nearly continuous as she sucked gas at a very high rate when approaching orgasm. Then her whole body shuddered her legs flew apart in a split with feet pointed and she bucked beneath him as she reached climax and her uncontrolled vaginal spasms tipped him over the edge into orgasm and he rammed her cervix as he planted his seed deep in her hard flat belly.

Post-coitial rapture: Afterward they held one another as their breathing returned to normal and they floated along the bottom enjoying the bliss of afterglow. John and I were both so aroused by watching Sylvie and Colin that he took me right in the control room. Fortunately I had emptied my diaphragm of menstrual flow before we started watching so after he took me from behind his shaft was only coated with a sheen of blood which I sucked off afterward. I love tasting my own menstrual flow and natural lube on a lover’s shaft immediately after he withdraws when all the fluids are fresh.

Latex stench in week old vaginal marinade

An easily burst blunt tip latex condom

Cycle update: I thought changing time zones as we did might affect my cycle, but so far I see no indication of that happening. Today I’m CD24 and approaching the end of the luteal phase of my cycle. I should get my period this coming Friday, July 1st so I’m still quite safe from pregnancy for at least the next two weeks regardless of how high quality the sperm and how much of it is left in me. Even so, I have an Oves cap sucking on my cervix until my period arrives this coming Friday when I change to a Reflexions diaphragm for flow control and contraception. I always wear a barrier even when I’m not fertile primarily because I feel much more confident and sexually assertive when I know nothing can get past that thin stretchy rubber membrane to enter my uterus and tubes.

A test for new Subs: I’m developing a new scent. Well, new for me. It’s the scent of a decomposing latex condom that has marinated in my vaginal fluids for several days. The longer the condom marinates the stronger the scent. After pulling it off a lover during intercourse or unrolling and inserting an unused condom with my fingers I can leave it in while being taken by other lovers until the latex reacts with my juices and other fluids left in my vagina to develop and ripen into a distinctive rubbery bouquet. In a woman with a healthy vagina a minimum of 24 hours is usually required before the condom begins to develop its distinctive odor.

When the scent has fully ripened I’ll have a Sub give me oral and try to suck the condom out. If he is lucky enough to tongue an end down where he can reach it with his teeth and then pull it out far enough that he can suck it completely out I’ll let him swallow it. My Subs seem to enjoy that, although it takes some practice before they get comfortable with swallowing a ripe unrolled condom w/o gagging. I see it as an indication of how deep and sincere a lover’s submission to me is by the ease with which he swallows the malodorous condom

When I intend to pull a condom off a lover or burst it I have him wear a blunt tip, one that has no semen reservoir in the tip like the one shown in the image at the top of this entry. That way each time he thrusts into me the strength of my grip pushes his pre-cum up around his shaft far more easily than if he was wearing a reservoir tip, which makes the condom a lot easier to pull off, or burst if I tighten my grip all the way so when he thrusts he just slides further into the tip until the latex can’t stretch any further and bursts spilling his seed right against my cervix. That’s always a shock to a guy the first time I pull off or bust his condom. Some men are secretly pleased because as a macho thing they subconsciously want to impregnate me and others freak out concerned that I might conceive from their condom failure and that I will burden them with child support.

A rotting condom: I was still wearing the condom that I pulled off Colin during our sexual encounter in His Grace’s box last Friday (June 18th) on the last day of Royal Ascot. I was CD16 and newly luteal then and there was no chance of my bleeding so in theory it could be left in until I get my period, about two weeks from the time it was inserted, if I wanted to leave it in for that long. However, technically it is not a good idea to leave the condom in while I remove my cap to clean it and reinsert because the bacteria buildup could migrate into my uterus. So the maximum length of time I’m willing to let a used condom marinate in my vaginal fluids is about ten days.

This morning I’d had the Ascot condom marinating inside me for about eight days. At about 5:00 AM - when he is so randy – Colin wanted me so before I let him penetrate me, I had him give me oral and it was so amazing! He tongued my clit until I was nearly hysterical with desire and when I came my vaginal contractions were forcing the ripe condom down and out to where he could grab part of it with his teeth and pull enough of it into his mouth that he could suck the rest of it out of me and the rubbery stench was so strong it could clear your sinuses! I watched him move it around in his mouth with his tongue and then he swallowed hard twice and the decomposing condom disappeared down his throat. He deep kissed me immediately afterward so I got a taste of some of my vaginal marinade that was still in his mouth and on his lips. I rarely get to taste my own fluids so even if it was only from the lips of a lover it was a fun experience and the fluids had an almost vinegary taste along with a strong decomposing latex scent.

The Royal Enclosure, Ascot

Ascot Racecourse, Ascot, Berkshire

I’m at Milton Park, Cambridgeshire: The flight over this past Monday (June 13) was uneventful. Our plans changed a bit and we took Cyndi and her sometime boyfriend-bodyguard, Chris, the one who got her preggers when she was 15 several years ago, who are going to stay with her Grandfather at his castle for the Summer. We topped off our fuel in Atlanta where we picked up cultures from the CDC for over-night delivery to a research lab at Cambridge and to other labs in Western Europe. We flew a southern route to the UK in case the Iceland volcano started erupting again. I had the cabin reconfigured with two beds so Cyndi and Chris and Anya and I could have sex at the same time w/o bothering each other so we spent most of our time making love or sleeping. Anya and I hadn’t had sex together in quite a while so we really enjoyed each other’s bodies and we both had multiple orgasms before we were sexually exhausted and fell into a sound sleep in one another’s arms. There is an 8 hour difference in the time between the UK and Las Vegas so working through the jet-lag has taken a day or two and lots of coffee for me.

Taryn was at the airport to meet us. Easter term at Trinity College didn’t end until the 18th so she was sitting finals, but we arrived at 6:00 AM BST (British Summer Time) and she wanted to welcome us before she went off to take her exam. His Grace, Cyndi’s grandfather, had sent two land rovers and a Rolls-Royce to pick up Cyndi and Chris. Returning readers will remember that it was the Duke’s 95 foot sailboat ‘Wanton Lass IV’ that we enjoyed during our Virgin Gorda vacation this past January.

Tutus at Kensington Palace: Taryn has gotten us tickets for The English National Ballet’s ‘Summer Party’ on June 29 in The Orangery at Kensington Palace. It will include a designer tutu auction and I hope to bid for one or more of the gorgeous, but impractical to dance in, tutus.

Colin a new man in my life: Taryn, knowing my taste in men, introduced me to several men she thought I might like so I could choose an escort to accompany and play with me during my visit. I chose Colin, a gorgeous man and one of her select stable of stallions. Colin is the eldest son of a member of the nobility, a Grad student at Cambridge who is massively hung and an expert cocksman. Taryn included him in the selection knowing that I like men with temperaments different from mine and because he would be able to reach and ram my cervix as much as I want. Colin had been an officer in the SAS and resigned his commission to take a masters in business in preparation for running his family’s extensive estate since his father is in poor health. All of Taryn’s male friends seem to be of the landed nobility so one wonders if she is looking for a husband who will inherit a title. Of course that would be years down the road, but financially and physically she would be an amazing catch for some man. So many of the old noble families these days have little money and have had to open their ancestral homes to the public just to pay for the upkeep so if she married into the nobility it would almost certainly reinvigorate the family treasury. And, since her money is from adult media products services the market for that is recession proof.

Ascot on Saturday June 18, 2011: Cyndi’s grandfather sponsored Anya and me and our escorts into the Royal Enclosure for the last day of Royal Ascot races this year. Ascot, in Berkshire, is to the west of London and Cambridge is to the North East so the Duke picked us up at Milton Park and flew us to a friend’s estate near Ascot in his helicopter where we took a car to the racecourse.

I’ve always had a fantasy about being fucked in really exotic places and The Royal Enclosure is one of them! The weather was cold, relative to the 90° weather in Vegas, with a high in the low 60s. Fortunately we had been advised to pack warm things and I wore a pair of Gepettos stiletto heels, custom Wolford 50 crotchless tights, a Chanel canary yellow wool skirt suit and a feathered creation on my head. The nice thing about the temperature was that the latex slip that I wore under the skirt wasn’t sticky hot as it would have been in Vegas. The rubber slip was so my lover’s semen draining out afterward wouldn’t leave a wet spot on the back of my skirt while we sat for lunch. The Duke’s box had a marvelous view of the track, but since Colin was penetrating me from behind while I bent over the rail supposedly watching the races I was distracted and don’t remember much about which horses won the races (he took me twice while everyone was watching the track) except one wasn’t the Duke's horse which didn’t finish in the money.

Colin wore a condom. It was at his insistence as he said he didn’t want to leave me draining his semen all afternoon. I’m CD16 and ovulated two days ago so as far as pregnancy is concerned I was quite safe even if I hadn’t had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix, but I think he’s running scared since I told him I’m cycling naturally and using cervical barriers for contraception. I don’t think he was convinced and said I should put his insistence on protection down to an excess of caution. So just as he reached orgasm I clenched my vaginal muscles and pulled his condom off and unprotected he planted his seed deep inside me. He gasped “Bloody Hell” and kept on thrusting and tipped me over the edge into ecstasy. It was all I could do not to moan or scream and I did drool a bit into a hankie as he is huge and felt marvelous as my muscles spasmed uncontrollably gripping the girth of his shaft. As he withdrew and zipped up I Kegeled out most of his semen into my hankie then slipped it into my clutch. I walked round the rest of the day with Colin’s condom marinating in my juices deep inside me.

His Grace makes a pass: Shortly after Colin withdrew the duke, who had been watching us, asked if I was having a good time and confided to me that he understood that Colin was an expert at pleasing women. If he thought I was going to blush he was disappointed as I looked him in the eye and said that both he and Colin were providing me with unforgettable experiences, to which the old bull said he would like to get to know me better. The Duchess, Cyndi’s grandmother, told me to expect he would want a piece of me and it was fine with her if I let him take me, with the provision that I wasn’t to give him so intense a ride that the exercise would kill him. I let him finger-fuck me and when he began to get too excited I suggested that he wait until he could get me alone at Milton Park where he is staying for the evening and he reluctantly agreed. It was only after he removed his fingers from my birth canal and was catching his breath that he asked how I was doing as far as my bets were concerned that I looked to see that I had two winners! One of the favorites, Await the Dawn, won the Hardwicke Stakes and ‘Maybe’ won the Chesham Stakes both of which Anya and I had been told to bet on so I came away from the day winner of 750 GBP and filled with Colin’s semen.

The Duke is in his late 60s physically fit and very sexually active and the Duchess said he is very kinky and into rubber so I thought why not and decided to leave Colin’s condom inside me if he followed through with his plan to mount me back at Milton Park, which he did. Before dinner this evening he came to my room and helped me out of my Wolford 50 tights and front closure demi-cup bra. As foreplay he gently and expertly milked me for which I was grateful as I didn’t want to pump my breasts and Colin’s beard grows so fast and so thick that his cheek against my breasts is like dragging sandpaper across them. After my breasts had been emptied I was very aroused so it took him only minutes with his face buried between my legs to suck and tongue my clit into a massive orgasm during which I squirted all over his chin and neck. He was so pleased with himself for getting that sort of a response from me!

At that point he mounted me. He is well hung and with me on my back he could just reach my cervix which he loved and rammed it while giving me a G-spot orgasm and when my vaginal muscles began to spasm uncontrollably I pulled him over the edge and we came simultaneously after which still hard and deep inside me he immediately went to sleep on top of me and I napped beneath him until he awoke 20 minutes later and withdrew. I had been right, a romp with me seemed to do his spirits a world of good, a win for him after his horse didn’t give him a winner. I think my muscles surprised him because as he came in me all he could do was marvel, between gasps, at how tight my grip was. He had said nothing about Colin’s condom I still had inside me now marinating in the semen from two lusty males and both he and Colin were very attentive to me during dinner.

Vaginal health

Premarin vaginal estrogen cream

Vaginal Health: Thanksgiving weekend I had nine men as guests along with the women they were escorting, they were: Chris, Robin, Jeff, Pirate, Peter, Colin, Clark, Adolph and Jon. The tenth is Jacques, Gigi’s father, and my main squeeze and live-in lover. With the exception of Colin, who Fiona (Cyndi’s Mom) tried to put off limits (except to me) the other men; including Jacques were shared for the weekend so every woman got to bed every man at least twice. Well, that was the plan. Since most of the women, other than me, have GyneFix IUDs implanted pregnancy wasn’t really a concern. I could sense Fiona was afraid I would take Colin away from her, or be so much better in bed that he would begin comparing her to what he got from me. I don’t think so. Jacques is an excellent judge of a woman’s sexual abilities and had bedded Fiona before. He says “she is a very good lay, tight, deep, wet and very exciting with a marvelous scent” were his exact words. Colin is fun and a good lover with a better than average package and technique, but as a Brit he is a bit too reserved for me and I’m not in the mood to collect British SAS officers right now either. So Fiona is quite safe in that regard (aside from my using him temporarily to fill me with sperm) but she was still edgy when he was around me.

I understand her not wanting to share Colin, but it was only for the holiday and it wasn’t like she had taken a vow of chastity herself. We were all draining semen the entire weekend and this morning as well. Even with SET – semen emitting technique – using Kegels and tissues to squeeze most of the semen out - we still drained into our thongs. I left packs of party thongs for the girls in each of their rooms and in the bathrooms in the formal area so they could change as necessary and toss the old ones.

Everyone had a recent full STI panel so there was no concern there, but by taking that many different men bareback - which is how we all wanted them - in such a short interval there is always a chance of unbalancing the vaginal flora and ending up with a yeast infection or bacterial vaginosis. Neither of those are STIs (like Chlamydia, Herpes or gonorrhea are) but still they are uncomfortable and can be frustrating to treat. So I took Jeff up on an offer he had made several months ago to add an experimental biocide to Dive-Gel. He wanted us to trial it and he’s calling it DiveGel+.

DiveGel+: The biocide has been in clinical trial as Gel-33 in Thai brothels. They were hoping for a reduction in the transmission of the HIV virus, but that hasn’t materialized. What the results did show is the cases of YIs and BV dropped to nearly zero. So Jeff added 4% of the experimental biocide to Dive-Gel as the application medium and packaged it in a case of 48 100 ml tubes and is calling it DiveGel+. We all used DG+ as a lube for the long weekend and it will be interesting to see if anyone comes down with a YI or BV.

As part of getting Jeff to provide us the DG+ I agreed to have our clinic enroll the female escort trainees, my circle of friends, my ballet company and the ballet classes and swim teams at St Lucy’s as participants in the clinical trial so he can get some data closer to home. That way he is also covered in providing an experimental drug to a limited number of local women. The clinic had already been talking about wanting to participate in a clinical trial of a biocide so I didn’t have any problem getting them to agree to sign on with Jeff’s DiveGel+ formulation as they were already using and recommending Dive-Gel to their professional patients.

Premarin and well hung men: Shortly after Fiona arrived last Tuesday, while I was telling her about the men we would be sampling over the holiday weekend she confided that her vaginal tissues weren’t as stretchy as they once were. At 44 she’s not that much older than I am and she uses her well preserved body in her work, just not as blatantly as I do, so I thought she would have had any vaginal atrophy already being treated, but she said that the congressmen, senators and lobbyists she works with weren’t super-sized as far as their packages were concerned so she had been putting it off. She only realized she had a problem because her largest dildo that she had been fond of using was becoming painful to insert, not from lack of her natural lube but because her tissues weren’t as stretchy as they were a few years ago.

At 39 I knew exactly what she meant and when I found myself getting that way two years ago I started a regimen of the topical estrogen Premarin, a finger full to coat the external vaginal tissues around the introitus that are subject to tearing with penetration by a very large diameter man or one who corkscrews as he buries his shaft which can sometimes catch a fold of labial tissue if I’m not fully aroused when he enters me. I use the .025 mg/gram strength which is the lowest dose and is enough to make me super stretchy w/o noticeable estrogenic side effects. I had Chuck our male Gyn write her an Rx and give her a tube of .025 mg Premarin and told her she might want to hold off taking Peter, Clark and Jon until Saturday as they were spectacularly hung as far as diameter (the critical dimension) is concerned to give the estrogen cream at least three days to work it’s magic. I’m pleased to say she was able to easily handle Jon the largest and the one with the most corkscrew thrust. She confided afterward that after using the Premarin for three days she felt as though she was twenty-five again.

Cyndi and Peter: Cyndi especially enjoyed taking Peter (as a change from Chris) so the weekend was special for her in that way. I think it’s not only because his package is so large and he uses it so well, but because Peter has impregnated so many women who thought they were quite safe using an effective method of birth control only to find a few days after sleeping with Peter that they tested positive for hCG. He seems to be especially good about fertilizing the eggs of girls on hormones who have either forgotten to take a pill, change a patch or insert a new ring. Taking meds that reduce the levels of hormones in the bloodstream leading to breakthrough ovulation is another way Peter’s pregnancies (as they are called) occur. He has a really high sperm count so every time he plants his seed in a woman’s belly she has to wonder, regardless of how good her contraceptive protection is. Actually Peter is in demand by women for that very reason; his groupies love the unknown waiting breathlessly for the results of their pregnancy tests after having an encounter with him to find out if they need to take Mifeprex.

Thanksgiving 2010

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!

Thanksgiving Day: Cyndi’s mom, Fiona, and her boyfriend are with us again this year to celebrate Thanksgiving! The Honorable Lady Fiona etc, etc (known to her friends as “Fi”) and her current stud-muffin an SAS Major, Colin Tree, who is with the Military Attaché unit of the Embassy in DC were able to come! She flew out with Senator Reid, to brief him on an Anglo-American project, while Congress is on Thanksgiving break. Limnaea was on the east coast so it was no trouble to pick up Maj. Tree at Dulles. I will fit Fiona with a Reflexions so she can dive the pit She prefers a diaphragm which she used before having her GyneFix implanted rather than the 30 mm Oves I fitted her for last year. That will work out well because we now know Reflexions is quite safe as a gas guard down to at least 200 feet.

Like last year I have a team of chefs - hired off-duty from the casino - working my commercial grade kitchen to prepare the traditional turkey dinner. There will be Parade watching and football for the men but I expect to be able to lure them away from the games for plenty of sex.

For the weekend there will be:

1.Cyndi & Chris,
2. Anya & Robin,
3. Shelly & Jeff,
4.Marie-Claude & Pirate,
5.Diané & Peter,
6. Fiona & Colin,
7. Cara & Clark an experience escort new to our group
8.Abigail (Abi): pool-assistant and Lorelei in residence to Adolph & Adolph
9.Gigi & Chuck, my fave Gyno and Taryn’s old BF.
10.Beth: My Pool Assistant/Dresser & Jon a lovely male escort
11. Jacques & me.

The lovely thing about having a very large house is I can bed them all here for the entire weekend. My circle, since they are in synchrony with me, will be CD 7 – 10 from tomorrow through the weekend so we should all be fertile by Saturday and ready to test the stamina of out partners. Fiona is a few days ahead so will probably ovulate this weekend.

The only sadness is that Taryn won’t be here with us. She sends her love and asks to be remembered to all. She is enjoying Trinity College Cambridge and her tutor says she is doing well in her studies while having an active social life at her country house, Cunt Castle, on weekends.

Thanksgiving Day update

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Thanksgiving Day update: Awesome news! Cyndi’s mom, Fiona, and her boyfriend are with us to celebrate Thanksgiving! The Honorable Lady Fiona etc, etc (known to her friends as “Fi”) and her current stud-muffin an SAS Major, Colin Tree, who is with the Military Attaché unit of the Embassy in DC were able to come! I had asked Fi months ago and since her job is liaison between the embassy and our Congress she wasn’t certain how much her expertise would be needed until recently. With health care reform on the front burner and the Afghanistan situation vying for first place for the administrations attention she was allowed a few days leave with the thought that she might get to talk to Senator Reid, to renew an old acquaintance, while Congress is on Thanksgiving break. Limnaea was on the east coast delivering H1N1 vaccine so it was no trouble to pick her and her guy up at Dulles. She was here almost a year ago when Cyndi was recovering from her termination and entered St Lucy’s and for the daughter of a Duke she was such fun! She has a raging libido like mine and a determination to use it to further the interests of her country, so she can be a very persuasive lobbyist. She’s had a GyneFix IUD implanted so she is quite safe from pregnancy. Robin has been working with her in a small pool at my place to give her and her partner a refresher in dive-sex. Before she came out I made sure she has her Gyn check the fit of her diaphragm, but she wants to dive the pit. Because a diaphragm won’t be safe for that I fit her myself for an Oves, she takes a 30mm, and taught her to how to insert it correctly so she can have sex safely at the bottom of the pit.

Jeff, the owner of the electronics and software co. will be joining us as Shelly’s escort for the weekend so that fills out my guest list. For the weekend it will be: Taryn & Chuck, Cyndi & Chris, Anya & Robin, Shelly & Jeff, Marie-Claude & Pirate, Diané & Peter, Fiona & Colin and Jacques & me.

A fertile weekend: Tomorrow I will be CD7 and probably start discharging fertile cervical fluid into my Oves. Those in my circle who are in menstrual synchrony with me will be fertile this holiday weekend. I think that is everyone but Diané who doesn’t have enough exposure to the pheromones from my sweat and Fi. I’m not sure where she is in her cycle. Even Shelly and Marie-Claude the newest members of my ballet company are moving into synchrony with me from the number of sweaty classes and rehearsals we’ve had together.

I’m going to have the dive staff remind everyone to get their dives in before the meals or wait for at least an hour after eating before diving. Diving on a full stomach isn’t a good idea because dive-sex can be so strenuous that indigestion, cramps, nausea and vomiting are common while diving after a heavy meal.

Barre-bound snorkel-sex: Taryn and Chuck and Robin and I visited a local fetish dive club last evening to see what they offered and found their pool condition unappealing if not unsanitary. It was a small indoor recreational swimming pool to which has been added a stainless steel barre on the wall of the pools deep end about 3 feet below the surface. Women’s wrists are cuffed to the barre so that they are held below the surface and use snorkels to breathe while having sex. We liked that bit and I think we will add barres in some of our pools so we can offer that as a BDSM dive option. More Barres in more places!

The thing that turned us off was the litter on the bottom of the pool below where the women are chained. It looked as though no one had ever cleaned up after an encounter. There were all sorts of feminine hygiene and contraceptive devices scattered on the pool bottom: used tampons, Diva cups, several NuvaRings, Ortho and Milex diaphragms, a female condom, a FemCap, a Prentif cap and a Semina diaphragm which probably meant that a St Lucy’s student or faculty member had been taken while chained to the barre. And there were the usual bikini bottoms, commonly forgotten after dive-sex as well as one entire swimsuit. From the debris under the barre it seems it’s common for the Dom to remove his partner’s upper reproductive tract protection before penetration so she is at risk of injury as well as pregnancy from the encounter. I hope that’s explained to the women before they are barre-bound. I suppose the good news is that Plan-B is easily obtainable w/o prescription for anyone 17 y/o or older. Of course if they get PID or have an embolism from not wearing a gas guard Plan-B is no help at all.