Tuesday, October 31, 2006
So as I reflect on October and look forward to November, I anticipate a month with far less drama, less pain and more time to do things I want to do. That's my goal anyway.
Speaking of drama, have you seen this? More power to you, ladies.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
I'm thrilled to be included in this week's Sugasm!
The best of the sex blogs this week by the bloggers who blog them. Spotlighting the top 3 posts voted by Sugasmer participants. Want in Sugasm #52? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Porn Fatigue (http://sugarbank.com)
Erotic Writing and Experiences
Ahh The Weekend - The Second Night (http://mandyseroticlife.blogspot.com)
Giving it my all (http://sexandtheivy.com)
I want you (http://sexcakes.blogspot.com)
Like Kids in a Candy Story Part II (http://www.taratainton.com)
Phone subbacultcha (http://pick-up-pieces.blogspot.com)
The Story of Fifteen (http://confessions112.blogspot.com)
There’s Something About A Blonde (http://makemycopcome.blogspot.com)
U wanan cybr? (http://finforhertograb.blogspot.com)
BDSM and Fetish
The First of a Trifecta (http://aliceinawonderbra.blogspot.com)
FuckFace!!! And other KINKY Fantasies of Mine…. (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)
A Great Session (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
Halloween Costumes (http://www.caramelvixen.com)
‘She’s spanked, Jim’: Science Fiction & Fantasy in Spanking Films (http://adelehaze.com)
Spanking in space (http://www.spankingwriters.com)
Vancouver Ink (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Bow, chicka chicka, wow (http://www.jessicagoldharalson.com)
Melanaise’s Specs (Da Bootyologist) (http://wetbeyondbelief.blogspot.com)
My top 5 (http://hard-and-fast.blogspot.com)
The Politics of Tease and Denial (http://fullfrontalpolitics.com)
Swinger vs. Poly: What Exactly IS Polyamory? Part 1 (http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)
The Vibe Is Dead, Long Live The Vibe!! (http://talktovanessa.com)
NSFW Pics (& a video)
Casey Parker Poses For DDGirls (http://www.ddgirlsblog.com)
CockCuntblogging Wednesday 9 (http://shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)
Emergency Boobs For The Sniggs (http://www.internetisforporn.com)
Erection Workout (http://myhotbox.blogspot.com)
Monica passes the phat booty test (http://phatbootysolos.ilovejulienight.com)
Natural Beauty (http://hotboxbabe.thumblogger.com)
Sex News and Sexy Reviews
Alt-Porn for Everyone! (http://sexualevolution.blogspot.com)
Fleshlight - first impressions (http://nakedcondo.blogspot.com)
NEW Kinky & Cultural/Political Designs Added! (http://www.tarasnaughtyshop.com)
Top 5 Pornos to Jerk Your Halloweenie To (http://blog.johnqafterhours.com)
Friday, October 20, 2006
Two good quotes:
"...not only is it more acceptable to cheat, it’s more acceptable to be gay than for a straight guy to have a wife and a girlfriend."
"You have to be willing to confront your fears and become a master of communication. 'It’s not just about multiple booty calls and doing whatever you want. It’s about agreements you make with your partners, honoring those agreements and having integrity in relationships."'
Monday, October 16, 2006
My husband and I had moved to the neighborhood about 6 months ago and I joined the local tennis club. I discovered that the woman who lived across the street from us also played, and we became fast friends. I didn’t really know anyone in the area, so I easily slid into her circle of friends and joined in on lunches, trips to the mall and most recently, girls’ poker night.
We each took turns hosting poker night and they were a lot of fun. Wine flowed freely and conversation took on a “less polite and proper” tone. One night recently when we were all talking about our days, one of the girls mentioned having taken her car in for service. There was a collective sharp inhalation of breath that followed and I think someone kicked someone under the table. Furtive glances flew around the table.
I tried to keep a straight face and pretend I hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary.
A few days later, my neighbor stopped in on her way to run errands. “Look, I know you noticed the awkwardness at the poker table the other night. I’ve talked with the girls and we’ve decided that we want to share something with you.”
I listened with curiosity wondering what could possibly be secretive about an oil change.
“We all go to the same place for our car maintenance. It’s a bit unusual because it’s a place for women only and it’s based on referrals only. We’ve given them your name and a referral so you can take your car in when you need to. They work by appointment, so call first.”
She handed me a slip of paper with a name, address and phone number. I looked at it and didn’t know whether to be amused or baffled. I’d never made an appointment for an oil change before.
Of course my car was overdue for servicing. The move had been stressful and the car fell low on the priority list for me. I took this as a sign that I needed to get this off my To Do list, so I called to schedule an appointment. The woman who answered asked for my name and for the name of the person who referred me. Then she put me on hold. When she came back to the line, she confirmed a time and told me about their packages.
“We have two packages you can choose from. One is a 6-month package which would include your initial visit and two subsequent visits. The other is a 12-month package. We can give you pricing information when you come in.”
I wrote down the time and date and wondered if I was signing up for a gym membership or getting my car serviced.
When the time finally arrived, I left tennis practice and drove to the address I’d been given. I pulled into a warehouse looking building with several bays toward one end. There was no sign for the business – only their street number painted on the building by the door. I pulled in front of one of the bays and turned the motor off. As I got out of the car, the bay door began to rise and a dreamy-looking muscular guy walked out. He called me by name and took my keys from me. He nodded toward the door and told me to they were expecting me.
“Well, duh!” I thought. “You made me make an appointment!”
I walked into the building and was greeted by the same woman I’d talked to on the phone. She, too, greeted me by name and led me to a table where we both sat down.
“We’re a multi-service facility here and we know your time is valuable. Our aim is to help women not only keep their vehicles safe, but to offer other services as needed while your car is being serviced. We help you become more efficient and organized. We help you keep your priorities. We never want to see you stranded on the side of the road with your hood open.”
She smiled at me and I felt like I still wasn’t getting it. As I was about to ask her what she meant by “other services,” the door opened and dreamy-looking muscular guy came in looking a little disgusted. He held the plastic clingy thing he’d removed from my windshield and waved it around.
“927 miles overdue for an oil change,” he told smiling girl.
I looked from him to her and saw the expression on her face grown solemn.
She looked at me like I’d committed a huge faux pas. Dreamy-looking muscular guy disappeared through the same door he’d entered.
She picked up some papers from the table and stood up.
“This way please.”
I grabbed my bag and followed her down a hallway and into a room that looked like a den. It had a sofa and chair and was surrounded by bookcases. I wouldn’t have been any more surprised to find a rhinoceros in the room. She motioned toward the sofa and told me someone would be with me shortly. She closed the door on her way out.
And shortly, it was opened again. The man was of average height and looked to be about 45. Everything about him was average. His looks, his clothing… average. But something about him was not average.
He introduced himself and I recognized his name as the one I’d been given on the slip of paper. He must be the owner. He sat in the chair, giving him the advantage of being able to look down at me on the sofa.
“It’s a good thing you came in when you did. Your oil is dangerously low. Do you understand what that means?”
Feeling a bit like I was an 8th-grader having been called to the principal’s office, I responded meekly.
“You could have broken down on the side of the road. You could have done serious damage to the engine resulting in costly repairs. This is just not a good situation.”
I swallowed hard.
“But we will rectify the situation. And we will get your car back in tip-top shape, too.”
He stood up and offered me his hand. I was too stunned to do anything but take it and he pulled me up. He led me to the end of the sofa and very matter-of-factly said, “Please bend over the arm of the sofa.”
I looked at him in horror.
He met my glare with business-like calm.
“Over the arm of the sofa please.”
He placed his hand lightly on my back and guided me downward. I was too shocked to resist. When I situated myself over the arm of the sofa with my ass feeling fully exposed, he spoke again.
“927 miles overdue. That amount would usually require a severe punishment, but since this is your first time with us, that wouldn’t be right. So today your punishment will be 9 spanks – 1 for each hundred miles, give or take.”
Before I could even respond, fire exploded on my ass. He’d pulled my tennis skirt up and was hitting my ass through a couple of layers of cloth. It was harsh and it burned in rapid succession 9 times. I cried out and echoes of my cries filled the room.
He offered me a hand and helped me up. As we stood there, he explained, “This is your motivation to be prompt with us. We take care of our customers and we expect you to take care of yourselves as well. We will see you again in 3000 miles.”
And with a polite smile, he left the room.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
“Trick or Treat?” He felt slightly amused to speak the words.
“Your treat,” she replied.
He smiled then and nodded almost imperceptibly. He sat down beside her and gave her body another long look. His fingers first found their way to a nipple ring. He flicked it lightly back and forth then tugged gently on it, watching her eyes for a reaction. When he grabbed a fistful of her breast and squeezed, he got the reaction he wanted. He held on and when her moan became an open-mouthed gasp, he kissed her.
His hand left her breast and went to the back of her neck, pulling her deep into his kiss. When he released her and slowly pulled back, he saw a different look now… smoky, lustful. He worked his hand between the straps on her costume and in between her legs. She was wet. He moved along her wetness without entering her then removed his hand. He held it to her lips and she licked it clean.
He grabbed her other breast and squeezed it. Again she gasped and again he silenced her with a kiss. This time, he pushed her gently down and onto her back. His lips moved to her ear where he nibbled and gently sucked. She shuddered.
He moved onto her, on his knees straddling her and continued kissing and licking down her neck. She tasted faintly of salt.
He sat up and gazed down at her. “Some people say that eating the flesh of a mermaid will make them immortal.”
“They do. And others say mermaids grant wishes.”
“And what do you believe?” she asked.
He smiled down at her with a gleam in his eye that was almost evil. In one seamless move, he drew his knee back over her and with his hands on her hips, pushed her, rolling her over. As she splashed into the hot tub, he noticed the back of her costume was indeed open and held together with buckles.
He watched her get her bearings and grab onto something to support herself while he started to unbutton his uniform. He was quickly naked and stepped into the hot tub leaving his hat on. He sat down on the edge and moved his knees apart, motioning her closer. When she was within reaching distance, he took her hand and pulled her closer. She kissed up his inner thigh as she was gently pulled between his knees.
He looked down at her, watching rivulets of water run down her neck and chest.
“I like the wishes version better.”
“And what is it you wish for?”
He replied in a voice that couldn’t have been more true to his character: “Well, blow me down, baby!”
They both laughed at the corniness of it and she pulled herself up to take his cock into her mouth. She took her time, dancing her tongue around the head and flicking it along the ridge teasingly. After a few minutes she saw his hands move to her head and noticed the anchors tattooed on his forearms. She knew what was coming. He grabbed her head and started to pump it up and down his length. He started off slowly but quickly changed the pace. He held her head hard against his pelvis with his head nudging her throat. He kept her there until she started to gag.
He pulled her head back, but not off of his cock. It was just long enough for her to catch her breath and he pumped her up and down again. He made her gag several more times, each time allowing her to catch her breath, but her mouth never left his cock.
He worked her lips quickly along the middle of his shaft and held her firmly in place as he exploded in her mouth. She moaned then and the vibration of the sound moved up his cock. He shuddered.
He released her head then and she looked up at him. He wanted to see her without the mask, but knew it was against the rules. Instead he pulled her in close and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around him too, and he leaned down to kiss her lips.
He smiled at her curiously. “What is it?”
“You taste like spinach.”
They both laughed and as he lifted her out of the hot tub, he said, “Now that’s just bad.”
She agreed, still laughing. He placed her back beside the hot tub.
As if on cue, two cell phones chimed a warning that their time was almost up. He dried himself off and got back into uniform.
When he was dressed, he knelt beside her and with his thumb wiped a droplet of water from her cheek, careful not to disturb the mask.
“Thank you for granting my wish.”
“You’re welcome. It’s your treat, right?”
Then it was her turn to grin devilishly. “You could have gone for the immortality.”
He laughed and kissed her lightly on the lips and as he stood, he took the corncob pipe from his pocket and perched it between his lips.
And in that perfect voice again, said “I yam what I yam and that’s all what I yam.”
She grinned and shook her head as he turned and left.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Read Elizabeth's post here.
See the trailer.
I was thinking the plot description sounded somewhat contrived to me, but after watching the trailer, I'd definitely give this show a whirl.
Monday, October 09, 2006
He rounded the corner and saw Snow White knocking on the door of room 249. She smiled bashfully at him as she waited. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of her destination, but the door didn’t open until he’d walked past. As he approached the elevator, its doors opened with a ding and a garden gnome held the door open while Dorothy and her little dog, too, walked out. He noticed she was wearing ruby slippers and appreciated her attention to detail.
The garden gnome chuckled like a dirty old man as he followed Dorothy down the hall.
He entered the elevator and pressed the button. When he arrived at his destination, he exited the elevator and was a little surprised to see that he was alone. He walked down the hall, past the vending and ice machines. At the end of the hallway he spotted the fake palm tree. It was wrapped in white Christmas lights. He felt around in the moss covering the faux dirt in the pot and found the key card. He took a breath and inserted it into the lock. The little red light flashed.
He cursed under his breath, withdrew the card and turned it around. This time when he inserted it, the little light illuminated in a solid green. He pulled the key out, turned the handle and walked into the room. He knew everyone had their own unique setting, but he hadn’t expected this at all.
He found himself standing in front of the swimming pool.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Bewildered - Just when you are minding your own business and least expecting it, something happens that just blows your mind. It's been that kind of week for me.
Beat - Sleep is good.