Make-Believe Isn't Just for Halloween

Last night, my new beau and I were discussing what costume we could pull together for a Halloween party Friday night. We started to brainstorm, and then I remembered I had a real stethoscope and went to grab it. . He laid on the one side of his shoulder, and then he put them in his ears and placed it on my breast. Hmm...doctor and his oversexed nurse. I was starting to get a bit excited, and so was he. Wait, he could be a plastic surgeon, "Dr Augment" and I could be his rather augmented breasted patient.

So, I ran upstairs and pulled out my killer black bra that pushed out the orbs even further. And then I found a low scooped baby doll dress (still had the tag on it, as I don't know WHAT I was thinking when I bought it! I'm sure I would be arrested for indecent cleavage). I put it on over the killer bra, and dug in my piles of shoes for the killer black spike heels (yea, you guessed it...I don't know what I was thinking when I bought those too! the heels were so high, I could even see what was on the top shelf in my closet!). The finishing touch was a careful application of very, very red lipstick, very red. Did I say RED?

Well...I thought his eyes were going to pop from his head. And yep, that reaction was all I needed to play the part---a partner who plays back makes it sooo easy. Hot damn...playing make believe is so much fun, I don't think I going to wait until next Halloween to do it again ; )

I think I recall a rather short black leather skirt with the tag still on it stashed away in my closet...

Madame X

The Scent of This Woman

The Place: Playa del Carmen, Mexico

When: Last night, the sun just starting to set, and it was still 90 degrees.

Now The Story:
I was taking a stroll, shopping for souvenirs in a most eclectic downtown area I have ever been in. There were hundreds of vendors and little interesting shops, a tourist’s paradise really! But, I was starting to perspire heavily and was looking for a reprieve—alas! Practically every shop had no air conditioning, at best a floor fan to keep the air circulating. I was able to find a single safe haven, “La Perfumeria”, and that’s where my rather Roman nose came alive.

You see, I've worn Liz Taylor's “White Diamonds for so long, I can't even remember wearing anything else. As part of my daily primping routine, I usually dab some on here and there, and it has sort has become something people associate with me. Lately, I've been leaving it out of my ritual...it just doesn't feel right anymore. I think my nose wants a divorce! Oh, there were lots of perfume clerks that flirted a newbie now and then, but my nose always replies "Just say no"...
I obviously have a monogamous nose.

But as soon as I walked in, like a beacon, something drew me straight to the rear of the store. Without regard to a brand, name or shape, I picked the tester that called out to me, and put it under my nose. I took a deep whiff...and sighed deeply.

Then, my eyes closed, my head fell back against the display, my body felt like it was floating, I lost track of where I was---Aye cucaracha! I think I got high!

My nose...was in love.

But, wait a minute! I don’t believe in falling in love on the first smell! So, I went and tried six or seven contenders, one right after the other, rejected with each whiff. "OK", I'm saying to myself, "this is just like meeting a new someone, hopefully your next life lover---they either take your breath away, or, you wonder how quickly you can run outside and shake the scent off you. No, no, no…this is the One."

So, I'm thinking this puts passion into a new perspective for me. It isn’t really something that you can just conjure up, i.e. 'fake it'...your body always gives it away. And, I don't know about you, I sure would hate to live life without feeling true passion!

Follow your nose! Follow your passion!

Madame X

P.S. For those extra special times where you want to ignite your and your lover's passion, try my sensuous pheromone enhanced perfume, "Lust Me". It is definitely worth a try!

Freedom to be a Woman: A Reason To Celebrate!

Happy Birthday, America---especially to us women!

The 4th of July usually means celebration of our democracy, independance and freedom all revolving about the pursuit of happiness. We can choose our religion, or even choose no religion, choose leaders, our laws, where we wish to live, how we want to live...we have so many choices, all coming somehow together into an organized chaos that we call our home land.

I'm taking just a little time the next few days to be thankful for living on this side of the world. Think of the millions of women, just a few thousand miles away, that are physically punished just for wearing nail polish or lipstick in public, or for that matter, showing any visible sign of feminity or sensuality. Some say it is done in name of religion.
Others proclaim that it is a way of controlling the uncontrollable urges a man would have if women were not controlled.
Even more proclaim it controls obscenity.
They are true obscenity!!!!

Could you imagine what would happen if these women had or went to a sex toy party there?
Oh wait, some of those countries do not even allow any sex toys into their country to begin with.
Oh, silly me. They would have beheaded me years ago there...that that would have been hard to live with ; )

Tomorrow, I intend to paint my nails red, put on red lipstick, wear bluejean cut-offs along with a low cut tee shirt, pull out an American Flag from the closet and proudly display it on my flag pole at my own home.

I love you, America.
Thank you for being my home.

xoxoxox
Madame' X

The Best Orgasm is the One You Wait For!

I can't believe the number of emails I get from people who complain of their partners coming to orgasm too quickly. What they're really trying to say, is that they want their own to be more prolonged and fulfilling (I'm with you all on that!) It's hard when you're in a frenzy to 'get there' that we often lose out on the build up. I can personally vouch that orgasms resulting from a slow build-up or arousal are more powerful than the ones that gets you like Chinese takeout---you still feel hungry a couple hours later. OK, so we're talking quality here, not quantity.

A few years ago, I read something in a Tantric guide that changed my whole perspective and physical behavior on the subject. It said that most people unconsciously tense their genital area (and most likely, the entire body) when being stimulated to, or near, or trying to orgasm. This was something I definitely could relate to, especially when trying to 'get to it' during intercourse or while my partner was trying to stimulate me. Instead, Tantric love says to consciously 'not tense' the genital area during stimulation---and by doing so, it allows the pleasure to grow not only genitally, but actually spread throughout your whole body. Hmm. I have to admit I was skeptical, and couldn't imagine this being any big deal.

Whoa! Was I wrong, or what!

The first time I tried it, I found it very difficult to stop tensing my lower body...it was such an automatic response. While slowing things down a bit, I focused solely on relaxing all muscles and 'allowed' the feelings and pleasure to grow, or perhaps the word is 'glow'---it felt very different, and in a really good way. The physical excitement seemed deeper, and soon I felt the pleasure radius growing larger and wider...eventually my entire body felt like my clitoris. Holy orgasm, and yes, it did feel like a holy orgasm! It was an amazing bonding experience, and I remember every glowing second of it to this day.

You can't afford not to try this the next time you are with your lover, or even alone

(The G-Force is absolutely amazing) Use slow, sensual, and slippery circular strokes and flickers. A good light lubricant, like my favorite ID Glide is perfect. When you are not tensed and relaxed, you will find that even the slightest hint of touch is electrifying.

Go home.

Go have fun...and oh, so slooowly.

Madame X

P.S. Sex toy parties, like our own Fantasia Home Parties, is a good place to learn about enhancing the pleasure.

Secret To Romance in Your Finger-Tips

Probably the one most asked question I get around this time of year is “What is the best Valentines gift I can give my lover?” Hmm…let me guess. Lunch in Paris and and then dashing off to Rome for cappuccino?

The range of gifts and fantasies range everything from a heart shaped box of chocolates you pick up at the drug store, to the ultimate 1-800-Flowers totally decadent gift package that includes a Svorski crystal necklace around a huge teddy bear (for only $1600). Personally speaking, I believe that a lavish new sex toy (like the new waterproof Wet Wabbit) or all the accoutrements for a personal erotic massage (like The Ultimate Massage Package Deal) lets me know my lover is ever vigilant on keeping sparks alive.

But, and I do mean but---it doesn’t mean a thing without the pull-out-all-stops greeting card of affection that precludes it all. And I have a great idea that can stand alone this year, without ANY of the aforementioned items or yours, and it won’t even cost you a dime…

Write your lover an old-fashioned love letter. You know, the one that you always see that has been folded carefully and locked inside the lady’s secret box of treasures. Each time, she places the key in the lock, pulls out the letter and reads it, the words come alive again! She relives each word of desire, and love, and passion, with every breath. Those feelings are rekindled for her lover every time she does so, too.

In our modern day of convenience and electronic world, those letters and generally most expressions of the heart are sent via email...it just doesn’t feel the same. Or, store bought cards where the only handwriting you see is their precious “All my love”, or “I’ll always love you”. Oh, how I used to dote on each of those precious handwritten words, even before reading the card! They actually meant more to me then what the card actually said---because my lover wrote them in his own hand.

OK…there’s something in this. If you really want to knock your lovers’ socks off and make their heart swell, then go find a piece of paper and sit down right now and start thinking about:
---What attracted you to them in the first place?
---What your first kiss was like?
---The first time you made love?
---How they feel pressed up against your body?
---The times you ache for them?
---How beautiful they are to you?
Don’t worry…you don’t have to be an English major. If you don’t know how to start, start just by jotting down any sentence or thought that comes into your mind, even if it seems out of order. Then later, go back and number each sentence or thought, and then ‘put it together’ in pen. Add extra romance and pick out one or two lines from a lusty poem you find on the Internet and just lace it in-between. Remember,as long as your hand writes it, it will indelibly live in your lover’s mind and heart forever!

With much love, and wishing you even more,

Madame X

P.S. Don’t forget to wrap and add that new sex toy you just bought at a Fantasia Party or on the Fantasia Home Parties website. For an over-the-top experience, nix the 1-800 Flowers all out deal and get “The Lovers’ Swing” instead!

Hello Me, Be My Valentine?

I found myself walking through the card aisle at the supermarket today and a slight wave of envy hit me as I watched a couple women picking out cards in the "Romantic for Him" area. This year is going to be slim pickins for me in the romance department on Valentines' Day. Any of you experiencing the joys and never-ending wonders of the online dating merry-go-round may certainly relate.

At the same time, it made me also wonder about the millions of single people out there this holiday so obviously ignores, and how it may do the very opposite of what it was meant to be. Hmm. My little imaginary parent version of myself then came out of my brain, sat on my right shoulder, and put their little imaginary arm around my shoulder and said "Be my Valentine?"

Ok. I might have inhaled a little while I was in college, and I once read a book on human psychology. I can't explain it, but I realized that the feeling of love and being "in love" really starts and come with and from yourself. It isn't really when someone is feeling it towards you. You actually create that feeling when you feel it about or towards someone else, and yes---even with yourself.

Wow.

I tested this new theory immediately as I flirted and smiled unabashedly with my favorite elder grocery packer, and I got the most heart warming smile and pink glow back. I picked up a cup of coffee from the 711, smiled broadly at this handsome beefcake, and the gift was returned. When I got home, I wrote an email to a friend and told them how much I appreciated them in my life. I think I'm on to something that I probably already knew, but consciously giving means you get, and if it isn't from another, it is from yourself.

So, heck! Why not pull out the stops this Valentines Day and show your love by allowing yourself a little extra gift of luxury or expression? Give it to you from the best person in your life...You! That perfect Red rose you see is for you. Savor a truffle.
Order a Chocolate Martini. Buy Red Lipstick. Get a pedicure and paint your toes Red.
Or buy a new Red Toy (oh my God, have you seen the new "Total Package"???)
At home, splurge with a whole big cube of Velvet Remedy for a long soak in the tub. Guiltlessly slather Luxuria Shea Body Butter on every inch of your skin, go ahead, use the whole jar if you have to...you get the idea.

Smile shamelessly.

And, Happy Valentines Day to all us Me's!!!

Madame X

P.S. For all you "Us's", look for my post next week on making this an even more memorable Valentines Day

P.P.S. There's still time to get some goodies have some fun with your friends, book a Fantasia Sex Toy Party today!

Choreographing the Mind

A potential new lover asked me recently, "Do you like to listen to music while making love?"
"Oh, my God", I replied. "Of course, I couldn't imagine it making love without it! It fuels my spirit, drives my senses, and it makes it all feel like a dance!"


Bingo...music choreographes the mind! It makes intimacy so much more fuller, more intense, more fun! Engage the mind I say, and the rest always follows!

I thought about his comment for days, as it made me wonder what else engages my mind and helps me feel the passion and dance during lovemaking. I figured if I took a little time to recognize these 'triggers', well, then, maybe, just maybe it could help me become a more passionate lover, and most importantly, more connected with my partner.

Hmmm....dipping my finger into the melted wax of a soy massage candle, catching it's sweet scent, soft whispers spoken on my lips or just at my ear, an passage from an Anne Rice erotic classic, the Klimt reproduction of "The Kiss" above my bed, freshly laundered 400 thread Egyptian cotton sheets, the feel of slippery ID Lubricant between my fingers, a chocolate martini in a cocoa rimmed sexy glass, a new sex toy ("Fire 'n Ice Glass Wand") and wondering if my lover will love it...they all play essential roles in choreographing my mind!

Choreograph your mind...and the dance will follow ; )

Then, have a Fantasia Sex Toy Party and get some props!!!

Madame X