I’ve been pretty active on twitter pretty much since it came out, and unlike many people who find it annoying, I’ve found it pretty useful. I use it as a means of communication with friends both in public and in private, as an occasional soapbox, as a job lead engine, a publicity model, and sometimes[…]
I had a great time being the object rather than the subject of a podcast! Eric Barry was a fun and interesting conversationalist, and it was a great pleasure meeting his co-host Jen Larsen (oh, and a virtual one too, Jess from San Francisco!). I get to be all kinds of controversial – talking about[…]
While this may seem like a pretty obvious and cheap way to fulfill the “sexy subject” challenge, it actually has some personal relevance. Not simply that I enjoy nipples – of all shapes, sizes, colors, textures, etc. I have fond memories of “Perky & Crinkles”, the pet names for a certain partner’s nipples.
I love playing with them for myself but derive much more joy from the stimulation it can give my partner. I’ve had an encounter or two where the person has basically shrugged their shoulders and said “Go to town…” while admitting that they didn’t actually derive much pleasure for themselves from any nipple stimulation. In those situations, I usually will simply forego the lovely little knobs and find out what she does enjoy.
There was one partner who had the most lovely nipples, but didn’t enjoy having them touched at all – “annoying” was, I believe, the term she used. However, we found a happy compromise – she loved having the rest of her breasts touched, stroked, suckled, etc. So as long as I was doing something to the rest of the happy globes, the nipples were enthusiastically invited to the party. In the words of a certain great rocker, “Now that’s fuckin’ teamwork!”
The Story of My Favorite Nipple
However, my favorite nipple story has to do with the framing of a certain nipple. Naiia, who has been a demo bottom for many a class, really pushed through her comfort zone at the Fetish Flea one year by volunteering to be a “human canvas” on which people would write words. These were words that, to her, implied beauty, and by having people write them on her body she was deliberately torturing herself.
Yes, that’s right. For Naiia, calling her a “cum-hungry round-heeled cock-gobbling trollop” will bring a happy grin to her face. Telling her that her “blue-gray eyes in the moonlight piercing through the long dark falls of her lustrous hair silhouetted against the night sky is love made liquid silver” would make her squirm, cringe, and try desperately to find a rock to hide under.
Twisted girl, that Naiia. That’s why I love her.
Recently there was some rather abrupt relocating in my world, as I changed my residence from the Suspension Capitol of the World to the Bondage Capitol of the World. I’ve heard some interesting rumors about my reasons for the move as well as some of the other aspects of it, and I thought I’d address[…]
John Scalzi, who is swiftly becoming my favorite science fiction writer that I’ve never read, wrote a great slap-down on a poor schmuck who complained about all the cosplaying women who dare to call themselves geeks (to which most of his friends, btw, frantically waved their arms and whispered “DUUUUUUDE! Shut it! Chicks, yo?”). It’s[…]
Many people within kink are familiar with the stereotype of the Domniscient Master, he who knows all and is completely in command of all aspects not only of his life but also those who serve him. Or perhaps it’s a Mistress, whose every whim is law and who is always the most amazingly poised and[…]
I recently witnessed (and participated) in a takedown interrogation scene. Probably one of the most intense scenes I’ve witnessed with my own eyes. The Top in that scene solicited a brute squad to take down and immobilize a man and get him ready for the interrogation. I got to tie the legs (along with 8[…]
This is going to be an unusually personal post for me, and only tangentially has to do with rope and kink, so feel free to skip it and go on to something more sexy. Lee Harrington has this habit of changing people’s lives. Maybe you already knew that, having taken his classes, heard his sermon[…]
Are you excited about Shibaricon? Me, too. But especially if this is your first time coming, and you’re coming from far away, you may be wondering: how can I get my rope to Shibaricon? As someone who travels regularly with rope and other toys, I can tell you my personal secret: Pay the damn fees.[…]