Archive for May, 2010

On Restraints, Freedom, and Being a Disrespectful Shrew

May 31st, 2010 2 comments

Disclaimer: This post was written Friday night.  I was ridiculously wasted.  I decided to post it anyway.  So read it as if it’s Friday.  And ignore any seeming insanity or stupidity.  I’m not kidding about having been ridiculously wasted.

There’s something about buckling my leather collar and cuffs around my various parts.  To docilely go into restraints, fully trusting Him to take care of me while I’m at His mercy.

And I guess I’m always at His mercy, really.  But it’s never more clear to the psyche how truly helpless you are until you are in restraints.  Restrained.  Helpless to whatever may or may not come.

There’s something insanely empowering about going into restraints of my own free will.  Holding myself out to Him to do with me as He will.

See? I told you I’d have a BDSM post soon.  If I remember to post this.

You know, it’s funny.  Even in our tiny apartment, where there are very few places I can be out of His line of sight, I say, “I’m going to [insert various task here].  I’ll be right back.”, as if He doesn’t know, in this tiny place, I’ll be right back.  I suppose it could be trained response.  If I don’t say where I’m going, He’ll often ask.  I’m sure that’s leftover from having lived in larger places with more open and hidden areas.  Read more…

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Gratitude to those who watched over us

May 29th, 2010 Comments off

This weekend is Memorial Day weekend. Most people are gearing up for a weekend at the lake, in the backyard bbq-ing, swigging beers and tossing the football around. Children running around yelling and whooping, the slight scent of coconut wafting off their skin from the sunblock their moms dutifully rubbed on. Women kvetching over paper plates piled high with pot-luck fares like potato salad and baked beans, men surrounding the grill in a re-enactment of man’s primitive circle around the fire. Flags fluttering in the breeze, a tradition done on instinct, because Dad did it, because his Dad did it, for who know how long.

That is not ALL Memorial Day is. Go to your nearest graveyard. See all the flags marching row and row, column and column? They are the main reason for Memorial Day. Those men and women who did what they could to ensure that the bbq and children running free across the yard was available to all. They put themselves in front of us to keep us safe, to keep us free. They elevated the safety of America above their own dreams and sometimes, their own lives.  Read more…

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e[lust] #14

May 26th, 2010 Comments off

photo courtesy of Lila

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Answers with an Agenda 1- FistingOnce you’ve gotten started using two fingers for a bit, then it is time to build until four fingers are sliding in and out of the person, and you are on your way.

GaggedI think it’s got to be a combination… fingers sliding into your cunt, a merciless tease of your clit, and yes, it’s going to have to be, lining my cock up with your ass.

MineI feel you stir beneath me as I create a rhythm, your breathing changing growing more shallow as you slip from sleep into arousal. My eyes lift to yours as you smile and try to move your arms and then freeze.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Puppet MasterWhen I was right next to them and they still did not notice, I put my lips to his ear (loud music, you know) and whispered “Touch her boobs, I bet she’d like that” and I backed up a foot.

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Shaping Some Limits “If you ever did that to me, I promise you would never see me again”.

Those words were spoken to me this past weekend by my pet during one of our overnight dates. The subject was face slapping.

See also: Pleasurists #77 for all your sex toy review needs.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!  Read more…

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What I meant, the other day, by “disappointed”…

May 25th, 2010 8 comments

I’m not even sure where to begin.

I keep having to remind myself that I didn’t originally get into blogging (or reviewing) to make friends.

People who generally don’t give two shits about me (Had, in fact, removed me from their blogrolls and/or unfollowed me on twitter long before the EF drama.  I told you I pay attention.  I’m just shy.  And it’s not like you went out of your way to talk to me, either.) are all up in my Kool-Aid because I’m talking about something high on the drama meter.  And at first, I was all, “Whoa! I might get to be part of the sex-blogging-cool-kids-club after all!” But now I’m sort of like, “Whoa… I’m not sure the cool-kids are the cool-kids, after all.”  And I’m trying to remember why I was so hell-bent on fitting in.

I mean, yeah, sometimes it bothers me that I’m not the first person people run to when they have exciting news.  I get bummed out that I don’t have a shit-ton of friends like so many bloggers seem to.  I get fidgety over the fact that either I suck so much no one wants to approach me, or I’ve done such a good job of fostering this unapproachable front that people are scared to approach me.  Read more…

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May 22nd, 2010 Comments off

I’ve come to the conclusion that Twitter hates me.  Yesterday morning, when I woke up, all of my @s had disappeared.  Every last one.  I assumed they were just having server trouble, but my @s never came back! All I can view is new ones from yesterday, now.

Besides that, I’ve unfollowed a great many people I’m not sure why I followed in the first place.  Probably, they’re left over from Spy Master.  We have nothing in common, and I don’t recognize their names.  But I log into Twitter in the morning, and there they are.  Sitting happily in my feed.  Yet people I didn’t want to unfollow are never to be seen again.

What the fuck, Twitter??!

The sun’s hiding behind the clouds today.  And for the first time in years, I’m grateful.  Yesterday, it got so hot in our living room (it has east-facing windows) that my computer completely melted down.  M had to take it apart, piece by piece, clean it out, then put it back together and point a fan at it to keep it cool enough for us to be able to watch television.

You have no idea how much that frustrates me. Read more…

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Rant Collection

May 18th, 2010 11 comments

A few things have been sticking in my craw lately, so I’m going to share them all with you, my lovely readers. Have fun.

  1. Littles. This shit drives me fucking nuts. If you want to act like a 4 year old in your house/relationship, hey whatever, knock yourself out. I’ll keep my opinions of how stupid you sound and look and act to my Owner and I. But when you go onto public forums that don’t involve “littlespeak or littleacts”, keep that shit to yourself! Don’t be subjecting me, non-consensually, to your stupid-ass role playing. It’s “with”, not “wif”. It’s “doggie”, not “goggie”. If my actual 4-year old son talked like you “littles” talk, he’d be in speech therapy post-haste. If he behaved like you littles behave, he’d be sitting in the corner learning how to interact with the rest of the world properly. I come onto adult forums to discuss adult topics with adults. Do you get the main point in that last sentence? Adult. So if you want to type like a brain-damaged preschooler, why the fuck are you on a sex-themed adult orientated website?! Read more…
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