The deliciously fascinating Rentboy (quite rightly) quoted: Women can sniff lies, condescension and arrogance a mile off. As he so charmingly put it: “Nothin’ dries up a pussy faster than a bozo who think he’s God’s gift to it.” I find his blog interesting reading. I hope he keeps it up (so many blogs go great guns for a month or two and then fade like cheap...
So everyone’s been talking so much about Fleshbot, I decided to run through and take a look at what they have on offer. Pretty good blog. I particularly love the fact that they cover gay porn, too. Anyway, digging through their archives, I found a link so intriguing I had to click. See, Bacchus had linked a while back to some naked twister. Sure, all good healthy fun, but not much eye candy...
You know, a lot of people say that erotica and porn are all pretty much the same thing. And depending on the shape and size of their ruler, it could be they’re right, but I tend to disagree. Ray Gordon, for those of you who know him, writes porn. In my opinion. His character development is nil, his plots are thin on purpose – it’s like reading the written equivalent of most...
I haven’t felt very sexy lately. Working two jobs is becoming a burden, and with almost a year to go (if all goes well) before I can quit job #1 and do job #2 full time, it’s beginning to stretch me to my limits. My personal communiques with friends and acquaintances has dropped an alarming amount. What I wouldn’t give for a hand on my head, smoothing my hair, telling me that...
Mark Morford, of course, my all-time favourite non-porn writer (though he does occasionally write for Nerve) – and have I mentioned how much I want to marry him? – has disgorged a wonderful rant on the GOP’s latest attempt to get everyone in the missionary position once a year whether they need it or not. Protection from Pornography Week (not to be confused with Marriage...
Vanilla Sex Goddess has summed up some thinking I’ve been doing quite nicely (saving me from having to actually come up with the words myself – bless her): The reality of the matter is his expectations are clear on what he thinks will happen. And while can’t say I wouldn’t want to have sex with him, I like to think that it is my choice, and that when a guy takes me out, he...
I’ve talked before about my smart-ass nature, and how there’s just this part of me that hopes that some day some man will have had enough of my smart mouth and either back me into a wall and kiss the living daylights out of me or pull me over his lap and give my tush a nice firm spanking. Ran across a quote tonight from Taken in Hand (found via Spanking Blog) that seems to sum up why...
I love my friends. But some of them just don’t understand the whole power play thing. I think they assume that because I enjoy being submissive (er… sometimes, anyway) that it means I’m crawling around on all fours, being humiliated, generally being made to feel like a lesser person. I know it’s not an uncommon assumption. I used to think so too, before I learned about...
Spurred by my recent thinking, I decided to visit Northbound today. Oh, it’s such a candy store in there for me. In my fantasies, I’ll go one day hand in hand with a very devious man who has money to spend there, and he’ll let me pick out the implements and restraints that make my insides clench the most. In reality, my shopping companion was content to simply watch my kid-in-a...
The problem with Halloween is I love to dress up, but I never have time to devote to thinking about a costume until it’s almost too late to get anything good, and even if I do… well, the costs involved in the kinds of costumes I invariably imagine are prohibitive when I have less than two weeks to save. This year, for example. It occurred to me quite suddenly the other night that what...