>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[…]
I once saw a man in a wheelchair whispering into a submissive’s ear. It seemed a strange scene – she was simply lying on a table, eyes closed, and his mouth was moving inches from her ear. Gradually I saw her face contort. I saw her start to cry. He continued to whisper. I saw[…]
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.[…]
“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[…]
One of the things I dislike about the popular conception of sex and kink is that it is “simple“. There is this idea that if something has to do with the “baser” desires it is somehow less complex, less worthy of attention. This in spite of the fact that the word “vagina” can send grown[…]
When it comes to the letter J, all of the words that come to mind are words that I’ve always found incredibly non-erotic: jism: nope, I much prefer “cum“, and the slang term “jizz” is even worse. “Ejaculate” is just too medical. Other euphemisms (“Sexy Man Sauce“) are good for a laugh, but not much[…]
For a while I carried one rather unusual implement in my toy bag: a bowling pin. It was mainly for psychological value – partners would expect things like whips and paddles and such, and when I would pull out the bowling pin their eyes would get big, and usually they’d ask some variation of “What[…]