“On the evening of September 3rd, 2013 we lost a master, a hero, and a true artist in every sense of the word. His lover Femcar was with him till the very end, although not by his side. She was in her proper place, on her knees naked, below his desk.” These words shocked the […]
The issue of consent has been growing both within and without the kink community in the past few years. Recently the National Coalition of Sexual Freedom began their “Consent Counts” campaign, endeavoring to teach local law enforcement officials the difference between assault and kink. The difference, of course, is the consent of the individuals involved. […]
By Graydancer “It’s hard to wait for something you know might never happen, but it’s hard to give up when it’s everything you want.” – SexCigarsBooze, via Twitter Change is hard. It reflects an uncertainty to life that we don’t like. We like to feel like we know what’s going to happen, even when the […]
“Somebody, somewhere, has a cock bigger than yours.”
Somewhere, it exists. I don’t care how well hung your bio-cock is, how amazing the girth. Even those of you who are running to your dishwashers to pull out the double-ended cockzilla that you bought at IML…
At the recent Fusion event put on by Dark Odyssey, I was to do a demonstration for a class of how to do a slow, hot, sexy rope scene. Because, after all, I’m totally qualified to show others how it’s done, right? (“Bris is the name, Hugh Bris”).
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, count yourself lucky.
But I’m betting most of you do. Life is pretty messy, after all, and it’s not always as easy as finding your wife in bed with the gardner, or the traditional lipstick-on-the-collar.
I confess, I’m a “self-improvement” junkie. I love reading books on lifehacking, on how to get shit done, how to change your four-hour work habits for highly-effective Secrets of the 50 Cent Solution. At the same time, I tend to see the world through kink-colored glasses
“It’s like this,” JP said, gesturing at the glass of wine between us. It was back-lit by the small candle on the table, next to the plate with the three truffles – correction, one truffle and two half-eaten truffles – and adjacent to a pinot grigio shedding an amber glow.
I used to count myself among the faithful. I was, in fact, an evangelist. I eagerly awaited the pronouncements of Steve the Prophet, I endured the Dark Age of Amelio, I was among those on my knees when Wired Magazine published its one-word iconographic cover as it looked like Apple might die
Hey, tops. How do you feel when a bottom says “Why did you do that?”
Hey, bottoms. How do you feel when a top slaps your hand away from the rope and mutters “Don’t help.”
Here’s an even more fun one, for those of you in a relationship, mono or non- : “So, now that we’ve met [NAME], what do you think of [GENDER PRONOUN]?”