The versatile Passionate Penny has a new website, a Spring revamp for a Vamp?

A lady well versed in the art of seduction and passion, she is now offering a sensual Mistress service for you gents who need to be taken in hand and gently but firmly disciplined.

She is experienced in this part of her life, is well known for her ‘Tie & Tease’ and already has quite a few ’Slaves’ who she controls by ‘various means.’  She does warn that you will be punished but points out that there will be ‘rewards’ depending on your obedience!’ 
Gosh are you feeling scared yet, you should be!

If you don’t fancy this side of things Penny is always there for you in a loving and passionate way and loves to kiss you passionately while seducing you in something soft and feminine.  If you love a larger lady sometimes known as a BBW (Big beautiful woman) then you can’t go far wrong with the lovely Penny.
(Or is that ‘Mistress’ to you?!)

Have a look at Pennys new site and Mistress page here
www.passionatepenny.co.uk

“Spring is sprung,
De grass is riz,
I wonder where de birdies is?”
Dey’s down in Kent
An’ makin’ hay,
Got nuttin’ else to do all day.
But when de balmy evenin’ comes
Dey’s occupied wid flashin bums,
An’ takin’ off deyr lacy knickers,
Chattin’ up de naughty vicars,
Strainin’ groins an’ much exhaustion,
Wearin’ grins despite de caution,
Wish I was a Man of Kent -
I’d go and find out what she meant:
Country pursuits? Chasin’ virgins?
Dear Josephine, I need no urgin’s!”

 
This poem (saucily adapted in my favour by a lovely gent a couple of years ago!) always springs to mind this time of year.
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… By Walter

“Her big breasts excited me one evening. — “I’ll fuck between them,” said I. — “You beast you shan’t.” — “I will.” — “You shan’t.” — “Let me just put my prick there then, only for a minute.” — “You may do that for a minute.” — I had my trowsers on which I pulled off in a jiffey, and tucking my shirt up in a roll under my arm pits, stood between her legs as she sat on a chair in front of the bedroom fire. — She only had a silk wrapper and chemise on, the latter she dropped down, and I laid my rigid pego against her lovely bosom. “Poke me properly first and do that later, I want a poke so.” — “No now.” — In a minute she had lifted up her great and firm white breasts, firm as the udder of a heifer. — My prick was pinched between them, and hidden all but its fiery tip which just peeped out at the top, whilst my balls hung rubbing against her flesh below. I thrust gently up and down in the fleshy channel with a fucking motion, she laughing, then looking down and trying to see, which she couldn’t well do, then looking up at me.”

Yes I know, rather saucy, well actually it’s pornographic isn’t it? It’s just a small (relatively tame!) paragraph taken from ‘My Secret life by Walter’ or ‘The Sex Diary of a Victorian Gentleman.’ A book that was banned for nearly a hundred years and you will see why when you have a look.

It’s pornographic descriptive and fascinating, not just for the sexual content but for the historical angle, the words that are used to describe body parts along with other long gone phrases are not only amusing but vulgar to our modern ears. The description of streets homes and brothels in Victorian England.
It was first published between 1888-1894 in eleven volumes and then banned for the next hundred years!

No one was quite sure who ‘Walter’ was but it is suspected to be Henry Spencer Ashbee born in Southwark in 1834.

It’s a ‘obscene’ diary of a Victorian ‘Gentleman’ (?) who charters his sexual romps in graphic detail, beware it is quite addictive and sometimes distasteful and in places controversial.
You can read it all here by going to the Vintage erotica category on the left of my blog and clicking the link or you can click on the link below.

http://www.my-secret-life.com/index.php

Have fun and don’t blame me if you get addicted to it!

“…a parade of genitalia, pornographic writing of the most explicit and lascivious kind .. unusual as a surviving piece of hardcore Victorian pornographic writing.”

Unbelievably its nearly twenty five years since Tommy Cooper died on stage at Her Majesty’s theatre.
He always made me chuckle with his one-liners.

I went to the doctors with a jelly stuck in one ear and custard in the other. The doctor asked, ‘what seems to be the problem?’ I said ‘you have to speak up, I’m a trifle deaf.’

A man takes his Rottweiler to the vet. ‘My dog’s cross-eyed, is there anything you can do for him? ‘Well, ‘says the vet, ‘let’s have a look at him’ so he picks the dog up and examines his eyes, then checks his teeth.
Finally, he says ‘ I’m going to have to put him down. ‘What? Because he’s cross-eyed?’ No, because he’s really heavy.’

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I’m going to do my first ever special offer!

I am fully booked for my London tour this week apart from Thursday evening, and being a bit of a night owl I had hoped to go out to dinner on Thursday evening but I’m an old fashioned gal at heart & prefer to be accompanied by a Gentleman.
I am staying in a beautiful hotel not far from Berkeley Square … (Can you make me sing like a Nightingale?!)
So gents do you fancy accompanying a sensual buxom wench to dinner?

I will do a good deal of a four hour dinner date of 2 hours dinner and 2 hours of delightful decadence back at my gorgeous Mayfair hotel for my usual 2 hour rate of £300.

Let’s paint the town red and then work up a bit of a glow!

(Do feel free to call me though on any of this weeks tour dates as obviously last minute cancellations do happen.)
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Along with my usual refreshments I’ve been offering my Gents of the last few days a Creme egg.
Not everyone wants to partake of the calorific confectionery but it’s certainly been interesting watching the different way each gent devours the gooey egg. A moment of gentle sucking just to warm it up a bit, a dash of tongue along the smooth sides building up to a gentle nibble, opening and revealing the glistening fondant centre, and then once again the tongue, probing, licking, tasting the delicious smooth centre and occasionally the devouring of the decadent sweet meat in one go ….

Nothing like a bit of anticipation for a girl ….

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Punternet review

Thank you very much ‘Doc’ it was a great pleasure and thank you for the book recommendations, I am awaiting an Amazon delivery.

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Hello there, me again!

Just to let you know I will be entertaining in London Mayfair in a nice discreet hotel on the above dates, so do let me know if you would like to come and see me. Advanced booking is recommended.

Looking forward to seducing you in the big smoke.
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This intrigues me, the amount of men who seem to have been seduced as a young man by a more mature glamorous woman attired in stockings, suspenders and a clinging blouse. This has resulted in a fairly common fantasy, usually amongst the gents who are quite a bit older than myself, they (the men) experienced the halcyon days when women wore stockings and suspenders by default and seemed to be intent on seduction by default!

Always a lady who likes to find out the origin of such fantasies I have heard very similar stories from my Gentlemen friends who like this sort of role play & seduction.
It usually goes back to a time in their lives when they were a teenager, from about the age of thirteen to the late teens although one gent told me of an experience he witnessed as a boy of five, more of which later.

Often I have been told of the sexy next door neighbour who would purposefully tease the impressionable young man by ‘accidently’ bending over right near him, revealing a bountiful cleavage or perhaps brush pass him just that little bit too close so he could feel the softness of her breasts pressing against him.
I have been told of babysitters and Au pairs who have purposefully sat with their skirts hitched up just that little bit too far so that when they cross and uncross their legs they would reveal their stocking tops straining against the metal clasp of the suspender.

Yet another is an Aunt, usually through marriage, who takes out her lustful longings on her nephew.
One Gent told me of his Aunt who would encourage him and his friends to pop round for tea and biscuits. This took place during the mid 1950′s when they were in their mid teenage years and she was around forty. She would flirt shamelessly with them and encourage them to to feel her breasts over her blouse, this gradually progressed to underneath her blouse and then finally they were allowed to handle her bare breasts.
The next stage was the exposure of her stockings and the inticement to feel above the stocking tops and then on and in her knickers. The upshot of it was they all regularly had sex with her on the marital bed while her husband was completing his National Service, and they say women today are forward?!

I don’t doubt my gents who have told me these stories and can understand how exciting it must be for a young man to be seduced by an amorous, glamorous older woman but are there really so many women who enjoy seducing the (much) younger man? To me it doesn’t appeal, I prefer to see Gents over twenty five and preferably over thirty but I must say I am quite partial to the roleplay (as long as they pretend they are eighteen or over!) although a few Gents have told me that they were seduced in their early teens!
It makes me wonder whether some guys could be affected and not in a good way by such early seduction but the consensus seems to be that they enjoyed every moment (well the Gents I have entertained did!)

Anyway back to my original Gent who told me that when he was about five his mother used to leave him for a few hours with a neighbour who must have been in her late thirties. It was during the war and on this particular occasion he decided he would hide from her. He had a good look around and decided to hide behind a curtain below a kitchen worktop. He sat there giggling to himself as her heard the woman calling him and searching around the house, he then heard her say, “Oh well he can’t be far away”.
He was just about to jump out of his hiding place behind the curtain when suddenly a man appeared (not the ladies husband, I’ll have you know!) but another neighbour whom the boy recognised. They began to kiss and before long the woman had her skirts around her waist, revealing her stockings while her neighbour ‘had’ her over the kitchen table. At the time the boy thought they were fighting but to this day he remembers it clearly and of course now knows what the pair of them were doing, he told me that was the last time he hid from his neighbour though!
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