pot stirrer

A few years ago, when Patrick was the man in my life, I revealed to him my sexual blog, which I created due to his absence in my life. That part of my life is over now, and so I closed that chapter. Some of my best writing however, was transferred to my erotica blog.  I enjoyed writing and I enjoyed the extra attention it gave me. I also enjoyed reading what everyone else had to say. I was amazed by people’s stories. I became aware that I wanted some those stories to be my own.  I expressed this need to Patrick. Implied I wanted things a bit rougher. Tie me up and take me. Give my ass a spanking. Use that wooden spoon. My pleas became unanswered and eventually I left Patrick, seeking my happiness, and finding myself in Sylvanus’s arms.

So why this ramble? I started thinking about my time with Patrick. He accused me of being influenced by my blog reading. Had I not been reading blogs of that nature I would not be making these pleas. He had the audacity to say that these dark desires I was having, were fake. They weren’t really who I was. I was letting these blogs influence me.

These blogs did not change who I was. I did not become someone I wasn’t already supposed to be. I would have to say they awakened me. They stirred a desire within me and I became more comfortable at accepting it and embracing it. I just wasn’t with the right person to embrace them with.

Sometimes it’s just nice

Sometimes it’s just nice to lie and bed in be touched, not necessarily in that way. But that simple reassuring touch that makes you feel like everything you want to be. Like last night, as we lay in bed, neither one of us really ready to sleep, and her fingertips just settle on my chest, lazily drifting around. Her hand is there because she knows just what this touch means to me, in a way that no one else knows, or ever bothered to find out. And then, it is nice to know her so well in return that I can gently caress her back and her face, and make her feel the same way. And then we can cuddle in bed and drift away, her cool breath on my back just keeping me awake, and just enough to remind of what I am lucky enough to have in life.

hnt~ sun bathing

I thought I’d share a snapshot from a sun bathing moment I had during my conference stay. Yup, white ass legs.. and they are still just as white. That was the only time I had to sun bathe.

A Question to the BDSM Community

We are animal lovers and thinking of getting a dog. Our question: how do dogs react to beatings? As in, when you are disciplining your submissive, does to dog react in a negative, mood-breaking way? Inquiring minds and all that…

the switch

I’ve been away for a week at a career based conference. In fact, I presented at this conference. What I do is unique in itself, but what I do is also different within my career circle.

I’m trying to make a name for myself. Trying to make people see the uniqueness and power of what I do. This has been a very successful conference, as far as networking and socializing are concerned.

And yet I feel unsettled…

It’s the switch. I hate the switch, What’s the switch? It’s what I realize I have as far as my submission goes. I do turn it on and off. Once it’s off, it’s hard to turn back on.

A Sense of History

One of the weird things about life here is that we only seem to get work done around the house when someone isn’t home. Mina accomplished most of the unpacking while I spent a weekend out of town, and I finally got around to the decorating when she was out of town last week. When I had finally set myself upon thicket of cardboard in the spare bedroom I found myself wading through a lot of her stuff that I had never really seen before. High school yearbooks, glossies from her modeling days, and many many animal figurines. And as I looked at this pile of so many scattered pieces that fit together in the shape of a life, I was overwhelmed with a sense of the gift I am given.

It’s easy to take for granted the people around you as they are. You take people as they come, but it is hard to appreciate what made them what they are, and what it took for them to become who they are today. But there, among all of her things, the tokens of another person’s memory collected in my house, I began to have a sense of everything I had in my life. And sitting there, in a pile of memories, I was baffled by a simple thought, an inability to comprehend how I could worthy of all of this. But then, that is my challenge every day I’m with her, to earn what she has given.

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We have been quiet of late, since Mina has been out of town. She’s back now. So, we won’t be so quiet in the future.

rosebud ~ a toy review

I have been meaning to write this review for quite some time now. Rosebud has deserved a proper review. As you may or may not recall, a few months back, Sylvanus and I attended the Love LA show that was fantastically hosted by our friends, Freddy and Eddy. While at this show, I purchased the Vibratex Rosebud from the Pleasure Chest booth.

The following information is copied from this link: “This dual vibrator is powerful and made of 100% silicone, creating a smooth texture that glides with ease. The internal portion of the Rosebud moves in a swirling motion providing stimulation to the g-spot and the clitoral section flutters with vibration producing waves of pleasures that will make your toes curl. The Vibratex Rosebud measures just over 8″ long including the battery pack and the internal portions measures 1 1/4″ wide.”

So what do I think of this fabulous vibrator?

the interview

Sylvanus and I had the wonderful pleasure of being interviewed by the lovely Ava and Cecilia of Provocatalk: Vox Erotic radio. We had such a blast! Follow this link to listen to the podcast. At least you’ll get to put a voice to the writing *smiles*. Thank you Marcello for pointing them our way.

RPF - The Roommate’s Young Girlfriend

For this week’s RPF, I laid out her black satin pajamas, and a leopard-print bra. I had noticed her wearing the matching thong to work that morning. These were her instructions:

Today is Role Play Friday, and I have a doozy. Take a shower, put on some perfume.

You: You are Annie, high school senior, dating Tim, a college sophomore and notorious “player.” You haven known his reputation, but he has been mercilessly trying to get you to give up your virginity. Tonight, after an ugly fight yesterday, you’ve decided to give him what he wants as a grand surprise.

Me: I’m Don, Tim’s roommate. We’ve known each other for as long as you and Tim have been together. I know Tim came home after the fight steamed, and decided to stop putting forth the effort with you. Deciding he wanted to get laid, he set up a date with Heather Morris, notoriously the easiest girl in college, and known as such to both of us.

I come home to your surprise for Tim. I don’t want to sell him out, because I’m a good guy, but I don’t want you taken advantage of, either. Plus, someone should comfort you on a night like this.

Can’t wait to see you.

-Master

P.S. - Keep your panties from this morning on.

Interview! Tonight!

Tonight at 10:30 EST, Mina and I will be following in Marcello’s footsteps and doing an interview with Ava and Ceceila of Vox Erotic. Please check in with them on Talkshoe, sign in to the chat, call in with questions, listen live, or download the podcast. With so many options, there are no excuses. You must listen! Resistance is futile! Be sure to get there ahead of time, so you can register with the site to hear the naughty shows!