December 31st, 2013
rayne
When I was a kid, and I’d do something wrong for the first time, my parents would do this thing where they’d sit me down and talk to me about it. They’d say something like, “Okay, kid, what’s going on? You know you’re not supposed to do this (for whatever reason), but you did it anyway. We could have avoided this if you just obeyed. What gives?”
And I’d stare at them and wonder what the hell they were looking for. I mean, obviously, if I knew it was wrong, and I did it anyway, it’s for one of three reasons.
a) I wanted to see what would happen.
b) I don’t think what I did is wrong (for whatever reason).
c) I don’t care that it’s wrong.
It seemed pretty obvious to me. And what difference did it make why I did it? Bottom line was I eschewed the rules. I was a rebellious teenager. I probably didn’t want to talk about it because my parents never understood me, anyway. Just dole out your punishment and leave me alone! Read more…
December 30th, 2013
rayne
Gandhi said that if you want to change the world, you have to be the change you want to see. To that end, Insatiable Desire brings you No Stupid (Kink) Questions, a series of questions asked by novice kinksters around the web. If you have a question for us, leave it in comments, or send it to rayne (at) insatiabledesire (dot) com with “NS(K)Q” in the subject.
Question 21:
I identify as a slave. I’m not currently owned, and have never been, but it’s something I know I want for my future. Thing is, I was talking it over with my kinky friends, and they say I can’t be a slave because I’m not owned. Is this true?
My opinion on this isn’t always a popular one. That’s the case with so many of my opinions. I wonder what that means. Anyway, take it with a grain of salt if it doesn’t fit your lifestyle and needs. I’m just some chick on the internet. What I think’s got no bearing on who you are.
That said… Read more…
December 24th, 2013
rayne
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I have been lusting after the Je Joue Ami since they hit the new products page on that store that you can’t trust. I’ve tried so many kegel balls, and though I liked most of them, the’ve all left me wanting. Except Emigi, but I like Emigi for other reasons.
Imagine my excitement when I saw Ami on TabuToys.com’s list of review items up for grabs. Read more…
December 17th, 2013
rayne
Earlier in the year, I wrote about how I need a punishment dynamic. The reason is simple. I’m not perfect, and Master and I are of the mind that breaking rules should have consequences, if only to teach the rule breaker a lesson. But if I’m to be honest, punishment is not what motivates me to perform to the best of my ability.
Punishment serves its purpose, of course. It gets the point across that the behavior I exhibited is wrong (as “wrong” behaviors go in our relationship), and should be corrected. It provides real consequences for actions that might not actually have consequences outside of the confines of our relationship. And it shows me that Master is paying attention, and will uphold the rules he’s given me, which, for me, is kind of a big deal.
I question authority in the best of times. When that authority seems not to care about their position, or allows me to steamroll them and just do whatever I want to, I will absolutely take advantage of them. Why not? They obviously don’t care about the rules. Why should I?
Not that I need Master to point out when I screw up. I know the second I do something wrong that I’ve stepped outside of the boundaries of my station in his life. Hell, I know as I’m doing it. But I’m an impulsive pain in the ass, and occasionally, no matter how hard I yank on the breaks, it’s already done, and the only thing there is to do about it is take the punishment. That’s life. I mean, how many times have you weighed your options, and made a life-affecting decision, only to realize how big of a mistake it was in the follow through? Read more…
December 16th, 2013
rayne
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December 12th, 2013
rayne
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If you’ve known me any length of time, you know that I’ve been poor since I moved out of my parents’ house. Really poor. I couldn’t hold down a job because, aside from me being fucking CRAZY, there were no daycares in town, and the only people I knew were completely unreliable as babysitters, so I was constantly late or absent due to issues with childcare. I did what I could with what I had, but there were times I found myself homeless with 4 small children despite busting my ass to avoid it.
I went days at a time without eating so my kids could eat. I got some help from the county, but very little. And every three months, I was required to find a way to get me and the kids to an office an hour away, which meant spending precious money on a cab (that was, thankfully, run by a man who had also been poor a lot of his life, so he gave huge discounts to people on welfare).
Sometimes, I couldn’t do it. Sometimes, there just wasn’t enough money to feed the kids and catch a ride to social services. Especially in summer, when Head Start was closed. I don’t think people really understand everything Head Start does for low income families. So my benefits would expire, and I’d have to start the whole process again, which could take three months by itself. In those times, without WIC, HUD, and HEAP, my kids and I would have died of starvation and the elements.
Holidays and birthdays were a nightmare. We were lucky to be able to buy each kid two toys from the dollar store, and we usually went without something else to cover it. Read more…