#sex kitten

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[bitter69uk]

“The Full Eartha – Carlsberg for Breakfast: "In the early 80s, I was the manager at the Coffee Shop in the Cumberland Hotel at Marble Arch. Miss Eartha Kitt was staying at the hotel for a few days whilst she was performing at the Hippodrome. We were informed she would be joining us for 'breakfast'. "She appeared alone at noon in a beaded cocktail dress, huge heels and full slap. "'Miss Kitt, it's an honour to have you here. The staff would be extremely grateful if you would sign a menu for them,' I said. "'Daaaahlink, I'll sign anything for you if you bring me a beer,' she growled. "And that was her 'breakfast' for three days. Precisely at noon, she would arrive alone in a slinky, fabulous dress and 'breakfast' was two bottles of Carlsberg and a long, fine cigar."

Breakfast – Eartha Kitt-style! This juicy tidbit appeared in last week’s Popbitch gossip e-newsletter. I guess we now know how the divine Ms Kitt maintained her enviably svelte figure! I wonder if Kitt was puffing on an actual cigar or was it one of those slim brown cigarillos like Tura Satana smoked in Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (or Alexis Carrington smoked in Dynasty!). Pictured: portrait of Kitt by Anthony Barboza, New York, 1992.

[babyjewl]

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[hydra43]

Come get me with your tongue….

@maizerage9812

[cokedupblonde]

sex kitten

[bitter69uk]

“The woman onstage is a poofball of black, all silky long legs and fur trim. Her hair is bobbed in a spray of Easter chick yellow. When she talks to the hungry crowd at the Century Club, you can still hear her breathy bedroom voice. She is, as her press release would have it, a “sex kitten on the prowl again.” “I’m Joey, I’m a girl and I’m on the cover of Playboy,” she coos, before promoting her pictorial with an encore of “I Get a Kick Out of You.” If Joey Heatherton is still a girl, then it would seem she’s playing the part again and again until she gets it right. In fact, there’s little visible evidence that the long-ago Rat Pack mascot has reached the lofty age of 52. Just open the current issue of Playboy, where her pink pouty lips and other more intimate trademarks seem almost cryogenically preserved. It wouldn’t be hard to imagine her rising from the ashes of her fast life to sprawl on a TV bed selling Serta mattresses once again.”

/ From the article “When All Else Falters, Airbrush” by Irene Lacher, Los Angeles Times, 1997 /

On this month in showbiz history: A Joey to behold! Sex-kitten-gone-berserk, Las Vegas headliner, Serta mattress spokeswoman, pert platinum blonde entertainer and “triple threat” (actress, singer, dancer) and kitsch icon Joey Heatherton posed for Playboy magazine in the April 1997 issue.  

[sluttery-withoutshame]

What is it with Eric and this pose?

Pushing his dick out like a little slut.

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[hislittleraincloud]

[kittenlux]

When he sends you sweet texts in the morning 🥰

[faithinlouisfuture]

kitten but make it hot (x)

[dangerousdesiress]

Groundbreaking. Multitalented. Compelling. Magnetic.

Eartha Kitt ❤️

[legsnlingerie]

Puuurrrrr🐾

[bitter69uk]

“I remember Nancy Sinatra singing “These Boots are Made for Walkin’” and that made one hell of an impression on me. And when she said “Are you ready boots? Start walkin’” it was like, “Yeah, give me some of those go-go boots. I want to walk on a few people.””

/ Madonna interviewed for Time magazine in 1985 /

“… five foot three and tiger eyes. A mouth made for lollipops or kisses, Stingers or melting smiles. Ninety-five pounds of affection ���”

/ From the berserk liner notes to Nancy Sinatra’s 1966 album Boots /

Happy 84th birthday to ne plus ultra of go-go booted, white lip-sticked, and bouffant-maned 1960s sex kittens, sublime pop goddess Miss Nancy Sinatra (born 8 June 1940). Her brash, sexy “country exotica” musical collaborations with maverick visionary Lee Hazlewood are timelessly beguiling. In addition to the obvious classics (“These Boots are Made for Walkin’”, “Sugar Town”, “Summer Wine,” “Jackson”, “Some Velvet Morning”), off the top of my head, my favourite Nancy tunes would include “Lightning’s Girl”, “Friday’s Child”, “You Only Live Twice” (the best Bond theme – with apologies to Dame Shirley Bassey!) and the hushed, sensual post-coital bossa nova-tinged interpretation of “Tired of Waiting” by The Kinks. And if you follow outspoken present-day Sinatra on social media, you’ll know that the uncompromising life-long staunch Democrat is a right-on sister politically, too.

[sluttery-withoutshame]

Oh fuck, can you imagine feeling his body up through that velour?

Running your palm over his cock and it becomes harder to your touch? I want to pull that zipper down just enough for me to suck his tit, while I sit in his lap, grinding my wet pussy against his erection.