Unmasking this (and that) blog

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I just want to make things clear. There are indeed two blogs. The first one is on Tumblr: thesugarjane.tumblr.com and the second is right here at thesugarjane.wordpress.com.

Both are mine, but after some time blogging I now understand how to distinguish between the two. The Tumblr is mostly things I see on Tumblr. There is a great company there too. The WordPress, however, is a lot more personal and intimate. I only do write my own posts there and this is what I really am and what I live for.

The cross-posting is set up from WordPress to Tumblr (but not the other way round) so all you see on WP will sooner or later appear at Tumblr tagged ‘personal’. Check this tag if you are up to a more serious content.

I do love Tumblr for the pace and visual part, but I also value WordPress for the easiness of commenting, which is free and open to anyone regardless of any registration. I do read all messages, comments and questions everywhere and do my best to respond. Feel free to get in touch.

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Your turn if you dare

Now what I thought is: I really want to hear from you. All I write here is my stuff and although I am happy to have you all reading this, I thought it would be nice if you share something.

I am still not sure about joining any external wave (although been tempted by reading naughtynora’s replies a few times). So I will simply ask you. Share it if you wish and send me links – would be great to read other stories.

Let us start from something easy. Dare you reveal something funny you did for your partner? Something you did, or your partner did to make you laugh instead of falling to bed (or maybe it changed your intentions and quite opposite you felt horny out of nothing)? Tell me.

Stockings re-thought

Image from pinkriver69@tumblr

Just can not stop thinking about these stockings. Never actually saw anyone wearing those, but the idea does not leave my mind.

A mixture of leggings and stockings? Or what else this is? I am used to seeing stockings as something airy, lacy, light and transparent. These are so different, that I am lost.

I love leggings. I am proud of my legs in general. But this…

What do you think?

Back seam stockings 2

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Following the discussion above, I am slowly making up my own mind. And yes, I admit, it has changed after what you have said. Thanks, puppies, you are perfect teachers. I have not yet managed to ask anyone else about the seams. But I am collecting ideas and adjusting my apparently frozen mind trying to open it for something which seemed so old and yet it turned to be so new.

I still think that a straightforward seam is outdated. Let us be fair – it only comes from those good old times when it was necessary to connect the sides of the fabric. All it refers to now is a flashback of those times. Yes, my Daddies are slightly older than me, but hey, not by that much. They do not remember crinolines and whalebone corsets (which I would secretly prefer, but that is another story). So I am shifting to a more playful seam. Continue reading “Back seam stockings 2”

To love or not to love

Trying to avoid Shakespearian pathos, I am trying to decide for myself whether I can really have a relationship. Not the sugar-style one, not the Daddy next to me, but a real feeling to indulge myself with. Can I still see a man as a soulmate and not a tool?

It is bothering me and I have been asked about that recently. And I really do not know what to say. It is like changing mood all the time. Hope this helps me to make my own mind too…

I was very naive at first. Before having that messy relationship I was kind of waiting for prince charming, even knowing that there won’t be a white horse and a kingdom. But still I wanted the true feeling.

The more devastating it was then, when I realised that my first partner is going to have nothing to do with my dream. That I am only using my girly attractions to effectively survive. You know, it worked, but I stepped down in my expectations. Continue reading “To love or not to love”

What a dress

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Sorry all. I know this is not a place to share, but maybe my fellow pumpkins can excuse and understand me.

I have no idea where to wear it yet. Nor do I feel it is comfortable and easy to walk in, but I really need to invent why do I need it. Because I want it badly and I just feel like having it.

A Daddy will almost certainly approve it. I am even sure he won’t mind getting me one. I am also ready to please him (and myself, of course) by such a wonder. But where?

Gone thinking.

Skin out of the skin

Image from lightexpo@tumblr

Isn’t it amazing? Second skin coming out revealing the inner one.

A perfect weapon. An endless emotion.

I even believe it is not going to be spoiled by having some lingerie. Maybe not though… But with or without it it still looks so damn gorgeous that it makes me wish someone to ask me for a set like this. A little effort and it can be done, but would such unfair way be going along the pure love for the idea…

Oh my heels

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Heels have been one of the most inconvenient features of sugaring for me. There have been others, which I have already complained about, but all those lingerie issues were sort of hidden. I could feel strange having strings between my buttocks, but no-one could really see that. But not being able to walk on heels (mind you: not limp, but walk nicely) could put an end to any sugaring at the very start.

I have read about those fantastic Babies, who manage even not to sleep with their Daddies. Never seen any proof they exist, so honestly I think they exist somewhere between fairies and elves. I suppose these girls do not need what I did. Including wearing heels. They are fine in an old smock. My very first Daddy was very specific: heels were among the absolutely undiscussable options. Continue reading “Oh my heels”

Pink lingerie

Image from sexywomens123@blogspot

The more I think about it, the more I realise it is a very special colour. And even more so for the underwear.

It requires more Barbie-style than I can offer and it somehow implies a blonde wearing it. They may look different too, but no-one like me can approach their best look unless I dye my hair.

The only thing that saves pink (even Barbie-pink) for me is combining it with some other colour. Black is best, of course.


For the sake of… What?

Image from 8tracks.com

Ok, fine. I understand. There are so many photographers now. And each of them is trying to find his niche.

Making standard photos is not reasonable now. Let us look for something extraordinary.

What on earth may make someone think about this? Barely an illustration, hardly a sensual shot, not much of a tease… Why?

I may even agree that the model is lovely (although I rarely refer to the model itself). I am even not much impressed by her gymnastic training. Just tell me. Am I blind?

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