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A Slutcracker Saturday Surprise!

TODAY’S BREW: Broke down for a Starbuck’s Peppermint Mocha

By Julie

Thursday night The Undead Duo with accompaniment had the extreme pleasure of seeing The Slutcracker, in which our beyond perfect friend Ludella Hahn performed. (If you don’t know this picture of perfection, find her here. and like her on Facebook .)

Photo: Sorry Santa...I think all the cookies are for me. (I'm a naughty elf.)<br />
Photos by Evan Smith Photography. Shot for my cover feature last December in Drive-In Magazine.</p>

Because I’m all filled with holiday joy after the “sextravaganza” of The Slutcracker, I’m prickly to present an excerpt from the sexy novel our good friend Jillian Marques is working on.

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE JILL’S MOM, SHE REQUESTS YOU READ NO FURTHER. Everyone else, enjoy some Sextastic Saturday…..

When I had finally calmed I told him the whole story. I could see he was struggling not to get up and find the fiend responsible. But instead he sat and held my hand. Staring intently into my eyes I felt whole. This is what I needed. With a silent signal, he knew.

He undressed slowly… Smirking with a sexy grin, like this is what he had really been expecting. I went to sit up and make room but he shook his head. He stood at the end of the tub and spread my legs. He stepped in slowly and knelt down. I didn’t realize he was hard, or wanted me right now, like this. He laid his chest on top of me not letting his full weight pull me under. He looked so deeply into my eyes; I swear he found my soul. The deepest darkest place inside me was yearning to be found.

He kissed me, slowly at first. But the smoldering embers started to blaze with fire as I felt his tongue, his breath reach inside me. We sank into the water, completely submerged. For once I wasn’t worried about the mess we were making and just let myself go. We breathed in and out with each other. Embraced in this ridiculous position I would never able to move away. I didn’t feel suffocated. I felt free.

I felt his fingers slowly move down my breast to my road to heaven. He slipped in as I let out a moan. He gently massaged and moved his way around as I wiggled to control myself. I needed air so I slowly started to move us up. He never stopped touching me. I let out a gasp as the water dripped down my hair and face. He nibbled my ear and kissed down my neck to my collar bone. He grazed his teeth there and I quivered with anticipation. I don’t know where it came from but I whispered “I’m a beast, unleash me.”

He looked at me, his eyes on fire. He started to move away, getting out of the tub. He wrapped himself in a towel and held a hand out to me. He lifted me, still wet, and I wrapped my legs around him. We bumped into everything on the way to the bedroom. Walls, tables, a lamp, pretty sure its broken. But I didn’t care. It was the here and now. My hair let droplets fall down my body as he laid me down. He unwrapped his towel and lay next to me. I wanted him…

He held my hands down so I couldn’t touch him. I wanted to grab his cock and shove it inside me so I could find my bliss. He lifted his body over me and slid down, his face at my belly button, his hands gripping my ass. He stopped there, using his tongue to trace the line of my hips down to the gates of heaven. He worked his smooth tongue in and out, spreading my legs and squeezing me closer to go deeper. He started to hum, vibrating everything his face, his lips, his tongue touched. I grasped the pillow.

“Fuck!” I let out.

“Oh, really?”

I reached down and pulled him towards me. He softy grazed my body with his and once his lips were close enough to mine I swiftly flipped him over so I was straddling him. I had waited long enough; it was my turn to be in control.

I rubbed his chest up and down as I took in every muscle, every wrinkle, and every hair. As I leaned down I let my nipples brush his chest, his arms, his neck. I put them over his face so that he was surrounded by my overflowing breasts. He squeezed my ass to bring me closer. His hands made their way around my hips underneath my cheeks and he gently started to massage me as he his tongue found my collarbone. He traced the line of it up to my ear and ever so gently nibbled my lobe. How did this man know exactly how to drive me crazy? I let out a heavy sigh, I didn’t want any of it to stop. His hot breathe was in my ear as he whispered “I want you.”

I slowly sat up. He removed his hands from my ass and moved to my front, one on a breast, the other continuing to massage. I lifted ever so slightly and let him fall into me. His shaft filled me and it was excruciatingly pleasurable. I groaned. He kept massaging as I leaned back giving him a better view of all aspects of my womanhood. I could feel the stretch in my thighs and the small of my back. He grabbed my thighs and thrust in to me so hard that I let out a yelp of pain, a good pain and I wanted him to do it again… and again…and again.

He could see how I was enjoying this moment so he gave me exactly what I wanted. He squeezed my thighs harder as he thrust with every hip movement into me. I could feel the intensity building together. I could see the fireworks as the heat flowed from inside me. He quickly sat up to bring me close and without ever losing his touch pulled his knees underneath for more leverage, my legs wrapped around him. He brought himself up with every thrust and I was weightless. I pressed myself against him so I could feel every muscle, every breath. My arms wrapped around his back and let my nails graze the skin next to his spine. His breathe caught and he shivered… success. I smiled to myself as he kissed my neck in a million places. I couldn’t hold on much longer like this but I didn’t want it to end.

I pushed him back and lay completely flat across him. There was not a single part of our bodies that didn’t touch. Our hips gyrated in a single motion as I found myself saying “More! More!” He thrust harder until my groans felt as if they would shake the walls. I exploded with ecstasy feeling him shake beneath me. The joint release was so powerful that we breathed in unison until we could catch our breath. I kept flexing my muscles from the inside and each time his breath caught and he held me closer.

I gently slid to the side, leaving my arm across his chest. He gently stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes to enjoy this warm, blissful place I had found. This man was real. He made me feel more alive, and more woman than any individual before. I was fairly certain I had completely fallen for this man as I drifted into sleep.

I woke with a start when I could feel Adam slipping his arm out from underneath me.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Stay.” I whispered. He stared at me intently. “Stay.” As I said it my eyes started to well as the reality of the day had come crashing down on me.

He climbed back into bed and laid down facing me. I was embarrassed, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you Janie.” He brushed my hair from my face. “I’ll stay forever if you want me.”

I let the tears flow. I had never felt so free to be this emotional. He wrapped his arms around me and let me extricate myself of these fears.


Strip Strip Hooray!

Today’s Brew:  Pumpkin Spice

by Kristen

On Sunday night, The Undead Duo joined our friend Jill for a field trip to Strip Strip Hooray.  No, you wise-asses, we kept our clothes on.  This was the burlesque tour featuring Dita von Teese and a varied ensemble of performers.  I’d been to smaller scale burlesque performances, mostly featuring Ludella Hahn. I’ve taken burlesque classes.  I’m sure I’ll go see more burlesque when I’m in Vegas at the end of the year.  But I’d never seen anything of this magnitude.

Dita as The Rhinestone Cowgirl

Dita did four sets:  the martini set, the rhinestone cowgirl set, the birdcage set, and the opium den set.  The costumes and props were absolutely amazing.  But Julie, Jilly, and I were all a little surprised that Dita herself didn’t do much dancing.  It was more walking and posing.  I mean, sure, she’s Dita von Teese, but I have to tell you in terms of actual dancing, Ludella has it over her.

Ludella Hahn

The supporting cast featured two standouts:  Natasha Estrada and Perle Noir.  You know why we liked these ladies so much?  They were real.  Natasha had a little giggle going on. It was real, she was confident and sexy as hell.

Natasha Estrada

And Perle had the most diesel body.  She was all muscle.  Not some petite little flower.  And props to Perle for having real boobs.

Perle Noir

Besides all the gorgeousness happening on stage, there was equal amounts happening in the crowd.  Like the three of us, many of the people attending took this rare opportunity to dress up.  Even the guys. Some of them wore suits or rockabilly finery. Everyone looked amazing!  As I sit here on my couch in my pajamas under a blanket writing this,  I still have to say that seeing everyone at their best made me want to up my game on a regular basis.  We’ve gotten so lazy as a society.  Sure, I love my sweatpants, but I don’t feel as sexy as when I’m in my stockings. Why don’t we just take the extra couple of minutes to do a little something to our hair, put on a little makeup, or plan out an outfit the night before? We waste so much time that we don’t even realize, even in our super busy lives.

No wonder there was a baby boom in the 1950s. Those women were hot.

Live From The Variety Show, It’s Monday Night!

Today’s Brew:  Back to Blueberry.  Funny it seems that I’m running awfully low on coffee faster than usual.

by Kristen

Picture it:  Boston, Jacques Lounge, Monday Night.  Mild mannered Julie and Kristen, accompanied by Kristen’s photographer friend Michael ventured into a neighborhood we’d never heard of (Bay Village?  Come on.  You’ve never heard of it, either. Super cute neighborhood though.) to see Kristen’s model friend Ludella Hahn perform.

Jacques is primarily a drag venue.  I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect, since if you’ve ever seen Ludella, you would know that she is all girl.  Sometimes they ask her to pretend to be in drag when it’s an actual drag show, but on this night, she was doing a regular burlesque performance, which I was way more excited about.

Vice V'Ersatile

Vice V’Ersatile

Our emcee for the night, the fabulous Vice V’Ersatile, reminded Julie and I of a cross between Andy Dick and Austin Powers.  He started the show with a lounge version of Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit, and peppered the intermissions with hilarity.  He also took an extreme liking to Michael and his Cowardly Lion like hair.

There is a capture of the first act that I posted straight to Twitter.   Sean Revolting was a slippery one, hiding behind his computer, obscuring his awesome glittery anteater mask.  His performance was all electronic music.  It wasn’t really my bag, but Julie and Michael liked it.  All I can remember is him singing about fish food and his cat.  And I don’t know why. Then this happened:

So one minute this chick is sitting next to us, drinking beer, eating combos, the next she gets up to duet w anteater mask guy. #dragtweets

Carrie, as she was introduced, kept looking back at me and Julie giggling during Sean’s performance. Then the next thing you know, she’s on stage with him!  What?  Afterwards, she tells us how awesome WE were.  What?


Ludella came out for the first of her two sets after that.  This was the first authentic burlesque performance I’d ever seen in person.  I’m almost ashamed of that.  Her costume was elaborate, but her moves were subtle and seductive.  All tease, all imagination.  Complete with nipple tassels.


Ludella in Pink

Ludella in Pink


Then this happened.

The Stone Sisters

The Stone Sisters

The Stone Sisters.  The Singing Stone said something about being 84 years old.  We all think she was telling the truth.  She had a great voice, but the rest of the performance was a bit jarring for us.  Especially when she started tap dancing.

Ludella came out, this time in red, and saved the day but putting beauty back in our lives!

Vice V’Ersatile closed the show with his backing band, The Bad Boyfriends.  They break up with girls on their birthday.  The drummer played a toy drum set.

The Finale.

Since you can’t top this, you should witness it for yourself. Personae, hosted by Vice V’Ersatile, happens the second Monday of every month at Jacques Cabaret.  Ludella performs all over the country, so you have no excuse not to catch her in the act.  Like her on Facebook.

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