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Resheathed

 I've always loved the sound of "sheathe," the verb... it's what it sounds like when someone who knows what they're doing and values their edged weapon makes, when you put your sword away. All the Kaaaaa-chiiing stuff you see in most of the popular depictions, the thing where it slides into something obviously metallic - that kills your sword. You have to sheathe it in leather inside, carefully oiled to keep the blade from rust, or in fabric made down into felt, so that it doesn't snag. That thing keeps you alive; you have to make sure it's comfortable and likes you.  Anyway. I played some more with the sheath - but in my own mouth this time. Holy fuck, I think it's practically the perfect twenty-whatever-dollar sex toy. Twenty-six fifty. It smashes fairly flat to go into a box with other "advanced" like the Lacrosse ball and the Whitehead gag. It's a hard-sided case so things don't get smashed. Anyway, it's fine for it to get co...

Knotty Thoughts

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L.U.S.T. 1

 So.... I feel like I have this burning, autistic-focus kind of need to contact an important guy in the weird-real-sex-on-video world, because I was really impressed with one of his YouTube videos, and I want to link to it. And it makes me super anxious, because I feel like I'm inviting someone in to see my place, and I'm following one post about an EXTREMELY taboo role play game, with a post with almost no writing. I promise I have plenty of things to say - just this whole experience was so intense, it's hard to say a lot in the text, that I'm not saying in the video. I discuss all kinds of things, from tantra to piss, consent, taboos. But the majority of these posts, have a lot more writing and a lot less, proportionally, video.  A decade ago, Treasure Island released L.U.S.T. - Lost Unreleased Sex Tapes. I jerked off to Treasure Island a lot. I liked the frankness of the guys, the unashamed sexual intensity, the recognition that gays fuck hard and messy. And I like t...

The Devereaux Dissapointment

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WARNING: This is a race play role play session. That's his own hand, gripping the belt around his neck. This is a metaphor.  I have considered adding footnotes to this story, because there's some research in the writing... but I'll spare you.  I'm all about consent. Don't scroll down, if you don't want to read that kind of thing. Close the window.  I had SO much fun with Jimmy.  Jimmy is the beautiful, sensitive Black submissive who introduced me to race play. There's a lot of race play in this evening's events. I'm going to write Jimmy's part of the night out as a whole thing of its own, and if I get the chance, I'll write out the remaining hours, which were glorious in their own right, but Jimmy... Jimmy is special.  Rather than relate this evening in the usual narrative monologue, I'm going to start with a redacted narrative that I wrote as a fantasy role play scenario. The kind of Mary-Sue story where it's obvious THIS is my chara...

A Slimy Education, Part 2

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This is one of those nights that feels like two nights. So, here's the second half. Oh - and a note to the previous entry. Once we finished up, there was just a little blood. What I think of as safe blood. Guys who do fisting, or even rough fucking, know about blood. I've jerked off more than once to the videos that Ryan Sullivan made for Treasure Island, clipping together the stuff they had to cut because of rules about content. I've jerked off to bits of video that slipped through - like one time Lito Cruz fucks this boy... and SOME of the cuts, have the bloody hole.  Ah... Marten.  I thought there was another post with Marten in it, but I'm not finding it. He's this beautiful muscular dude that Husband and I met for a threesome several years ago, and I've gotten to play with a couple of times since. He's into a lot of the same kinky stuff that I'm into, but he's traveled and fucked his way around even more than I have. He has a handsome face and a...

A Slimy Education Part 1

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This is the story of what happened Tuesday. This is a record that is often incomplete- and frequently deliberately vague in certain circumstances. Also, by the way, just FYI I sometimes cuss at my dictation software. It pisses me off and the language helps. But if you see something like "you damned machine," it's because I've had to respell the same word three times because it keeps picking up something that seems like something most people would say as opposed to something that I end up wanting to say. It keeps hearing things like "a million" when I've clearly said "Vermilion." It's a pigment made from mercury. I haven't made my own but I have friends who have. I have made several pigments of my own in addition to doing a lot of dying of silk using chemical dyes. I've written articles. There's a different blog. But I had a terrible emotional crash that ended up resulting in basically a mild psychotic break in 2013, that part of...

Glowthroat

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This... wow. Umm.  It started, with watching Puppy Davey's glowing throat-fuck videos. If you haven't seen them, you can see just a snippet here  on his X account. I got kind of fascinated. I looked to see if I could find any commercial options - there's one called " Glowjob ," which I really thought hard about titling this post after - but I didn't use their product, and I don't want to use their marketing term.  As I so often do, I got the idea stuck in my brain. There's got to be a way. There's got to be a way *I can do.* I started looking at various products - I really wanted to be sure I was using something safe to have in your mouth, and in your throat, even if it's not intended for that purpose. So about 99% of the paints and colors are ruled out - it's got to be listed as being at least "safe for use in eye shadow," which is a higher standard than "Ok for skin use" - but ideally, something safe for food would be ...