Camille Crimson

Occasionally, I take a break from sexy things on this blog to show another side of myself, and today is one of those days!  You all know my thing about funny cats, well, cats in general, so this shouldn’t come as a shock…  I saw this video posted around a bit and then found it again through Jezebel, so I figured it was worth sharing with all of you.  It’s in French, but there are convenient English subtitles for those of you who don’t speak the language.  Not too shabby, right?

I love it when cats are athletic and bizarre.  My cats are more homebodies and like to cuddle without doing anything too out of the ordinary of impressive, and I love them just the same, but getting to see all of these crazy animals in action is kind of a delight to me.  I know that’s geeky, but it’s true!

So, I hope you’ll all get a laugh out of these stealthy ninja warrior kitties.  It’s too bad not a one of them has throwing stars or nunchucks…  That would be pretty cool, but I guess there are limitations without opposable thumbs.

Wow!  I’ve made it to 25K (that’s twenty five thousand) tweets!  Shut up, Camille!  I know, I know!  I guess that it helps me to be a little chatterbox.  Out of all of the many many sites and social media outlets I use, I think Twitter is my absolute favourite.  I love that it’s open to adult content, that I can get lots of information, links and photos in short little bursts and I can talk to anyone who contacts me for as much or as little as I have time to do.

I’ve made lots of great friends and contacts through Twitter, so it’s no surprise that I spend the vast majority of my social media time on it.  It’s wonderful to have the chance to communicate with so many wonderful people and I’ve been able to really spread the message of beautiful porn.  I feel like there’s a little beautiful porn army on there, and we’re growing in numbers to take over the adult industry in words, in theory and in imagery!  It’s really quite inspiring to be a part of.

So, thank you to all of my wonderful Twitter friends for engaging me in such stimulating conversations, and here’s to the next 25K!

It’s leap year!  I have always found leap year to be kind of a fascinating concept.  Asides from the scientific reasons, it’s always fun to feel like you’re living with extra time on your hands.  For us, we have our friends in from La Réunion for a nice visit, so it feels like a special day anyways.  It’s nice to have a day that feels special.  To be truthful, I feel like a lot of days are very special, but I’m lucky to have a life that permits me to feel that way often.  I hope you do too, even if it’s just for small reasons.

I also took a very (in hindsight) silly leap.  I tried to set up an app to thank people who RT me on Twitter because that’s something I do, but which takes me a lot of time and is always comprised of the same things.  This backfired immensely because apparently Twitter doesn’t allow you to @ reply people through apps, which is stupid, so instead you just get to look like a jerk who has no common decency.  And I had added something to make Tumblr highlight some of my tweets, so that just made if worse…  Oh well.  It just goes to show…  Never try to make your life more productive, or you’ll end up significantly less productive and you’ll look like a spammer.  Just kidding!  Well, mostly.  ;)

Asides from my accidental spam adventure, it was a good day.  How was your leap day?  Did you take advantage of this extra day to do anything fun?

I figured I’d lead with a picture of my behind…  That always goes over well.  I suppose you can file this post under Camille’s quirks, which I don’t often share with you guys.  I’m not trying to keep a veneer of perfection up…  far from it!  I just don’t have that many of them, but I realized this one about myself the other day, and I think it’ll give you guys a knowing chuckle…

I always need to have the last word, but I don’t mean that in an argumentative or egotistical way.  No, what I mean is that I feel socially obligated to have the last message in any given thread.  I’m sure you’re flashing on some moments where we’ve had an exchange ending a little awkwardly on my part…  That is why!  I know, I’m silly, but I would feel so impolite if someone feels that I didn’t answer them that I go overboard.  I like to think of it as cute.

It also serves a practical purpose, because it’s easy to see which comments I have and haven’t replied to.  Especially on certain social media platforms (AHEM Google+!) it is hard to get your responses sequentially for some reason.  Being able to quickly scroll through past messages, looking for messages that don’t end with my smiling face…  It’s a much better way to ensure that I don’t overlook anything.

People are very good with me, and no one has ever made fun of my sequential smiley faces, so I appreciate it.  I may be a bit overboard on the politeness, but for now I would still rather be that way than seem like I’m ignoring anyone!  Now you know (or officially recognize) a weird little part of my personality…  Did you ever notice it before?

I was sending out a tweet about an hour ago, talking about how I really love it when Mike comes and sort of grunts and groans.  I do.  Why?  Well, it’s a great auditory cue that he is having such a good time that his body is taking over everything else.  In real life, unless you’re a posing manly man or in a football huddle (see how little I know about stereotypical guy stuff?), you’re not going to be doing much grunting and groaning outside of really good sex, or maybe a bad groin injury.

It is pretty amazing, when you think about it.  There is something so intense about the pleasure of a really intense orgasm that it absolutely take over and you revert to an animalistic, primitive state.  There’s this incredible connection with history, through the past right to the beast in the roots of our DNA.  I’m no biologist, but I think that these sounds aren’t just for the person making them.  They’re also for the person who gets to hear them.  Whenever I hear him come, something stirs inside me and I become so much more aroused, almost frantically as I lap up or play with the cum that comes along with those natural sounds.

Part of it is probably that these orgasmic noises aren’t as prevalent in oral sex.  Unless you’re faking it or really a natural moaner, you don’t make too much noise during a blowjob.  It’s quiet, so the moment of orgasm always peaks in a way that is really arousing.  When having sexual intercourse, there’s a lot more natural noise…  More moaning, more grunting, more exertion.  Maybe these sounds of pleasure bring me back to the idea of intercourse, which is where my primal beast self lives.  Whatever the reason, though, I think this is a non-social/ethical side to why I just love giving pleasure.  The sounds, not to mention the tastes, the smells, the sights…  It turns something on in me and I just need to experience it again and again.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, The Art of Blowjob isn’t going anywhere!  :P

The image makes me laugh out loud every time I see it.  There’s something so imposing about that baguette, yet something so hilarious about those crumbs all over that poor lady’s face.  That said, the makeshift bread penis looks like it would be delicious with a pat of butter or maybe dipped in some nice olive oil and balsamic vinegar with some flecks of hot chili peppers stirred in for a little heat.  Whatever the recipe, that’s what comes to mind when I look at this crumbshot.

I’m not sure how many of you are familiar about the concept of “tribute” photos, in which a guy masturbates and comes all over a woman’s photograph, but I have seen more than my fair share of them in my time in porn.  Personally, they’re not my cup of tea, but as long as people keep it polite and civil, it’s no real harm…  Unless it’s like a cum-soaked voodoo photo.  :P

I hope this little photo made you laugh.  I’ve been battling the server demons (hence the lack of update just yet…  There is one coming!) so this brought a little levity into an otherwise brow furrowing day.