“Zen? Why would you want to believe in Zen? They don’t believe in anything!“- My stepmother, circa 1985 “Surprisingly, the height of both the arousal and the meditative state seemed to come for both the top and the bottom when the rope was coming off – that is, in the negative space that was being[…]
RACK, SSC, PRICK, YKINMKBYKIOK (that’s Your Kink Is Not My Kink But Your Kink Is O-K), WIIWD (What It Is We Do), there are so many clever acronyms and sayings we use in the community to try and make sure that everybody has a good time. My favorite, though, is simply this: Don’t Yuck My Yum.[…]
>Aside from being “nice” and “mean” I also have a reputation for being funny. I believe I know why: sex is fucking hilarious. Really, it is. Whether it’s A Midsummer’s Night Dream or George Carlin making an orgasm face, there’s a huge amount of fun to be had when you are succumbing to hormones. I[…]
Pussy. Cunt. Vagina, if you want to sound like a 14 year old. “Gash” is simply rude, and any of the supposedly descriptive ones – hairy clam, for example – just seem at best ludicrous and at worst scary. If you use “vajayjay” I forbid you from reading this blog ever again. Seriously. Just leave.[…]
Many people assume that because I have prior service, or because I teach a class on military style bondage, I must be a uniform fetishist. I’m not; when I put on cammies or dress blues I don’t go to happyfunsexy place, I become Lance Corporal Miller again, defending the shores of California against the Communist[…]
TENSION
Tension is the love child of anticipation and uncertainty, those breathless moments just before lips meet for the first time, before hand meets skin in that first happy stinging slap, that moment of hesitation before the signature is finally put on the dotted line.
Seriously. Have you ever been with someone when they sign their first mortgage? That is the epitome of tension-release. It’s a high, it’s an endorphin rush, and it is inevitable that whatever relieves the tension – no matter how sweet and luscious – is not as much of a thrill as the tension itself. So we seek it, again and again.
In kink we have the advantage, because there’s always a new kind of tension: Will they ask me to play? Will he let me do that thing? Will they like my class? Will they read my blog? Will that feel the way I imagine it does when I’m masturbating furiously to the thought of it?
In rope bondage, however, tension has another meaning. Oh, sure, we get all the normal exciting bits, and I myself am guilty of artificially manipulating the pace of a tie to increase the “tension” of the scene.
“I…I thought you were a nice guy!” Usually she is sweaty, breathless, often trembling, usually in the close vicinity – fore or aft – of an orgasm, while at the same time hoarse from screaming. My answer is always the same. “I never said that. I told you: I’m a sadist. That conversation plays itself[…]
I suppose I could have tried to come up with some clever reason not to have R stand for Rope, but it would be a bit disingenuous. Rope has been the vehicle through which I have traveled further than I ever thought possible, loved deeper than I ever knew possible, and benefited more than I ever[…]
@graydancer Why do you prefer PRICK over RACK? They’re both fun to say (but I like playing with one better). Nuance?— Roughinamorato (@Roughinamorato) April 19, 2013 Good question, Rough! And also, thanks for giving me something to say for “Q”, as I was almost driven to the last resort of “qlitoris”… The Problem with RACK[…]
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