Going Deeper (Inside Strange Men)

  WARNING: This entry has some race play. It's just in a couple of the videos, but it's definitely not light. It's a consensual game that I initiate when invited; it's edgy, it's intense, and it's DEFINITELY not everybody's cup of bitter brown stuff. If this brown stuff makes you bitter... please feel free to tell me all about your feelings. And I mean that both sarcastically and honestly - I would really love to hear from other BDSM folks how they feel about race play. I've heard a wide range of opinions. I've been guided in learning about this, by two beautiful Black submissive boys, who have pointed me to websites and video links and things to read. It's an entirely mental version of sex game, and the cognitive dissonance is like standing too close to an operating radial arm saw - like, if you slip and bump into something, you'll lose a limb. There's a sense of it being dangerous, of it being evil, of it being hot because it's wron...

 World Skinny Dipping Day is a holiday of my people. On both sides.  The grew-up-in-the-woods side enjoyed a good all-boys creek hang with the men in the family, and skinny dipping was a part of it, sometimes also a tent, because of COURSE we were all Boy Scouts, and I loved the part of being out in the woods with my Dad and some friends thing, almost as much as I hated always being paired with the severely mentally handicapped kid in a tent, and getting relentlessly bullied by mean guys. The part where my cousin taught me how to stick creek-smoothed rocks up my butt underwater... that has come in handy.  And then... I grew up, and got older, and finally started hanging out with the right crowd, and now we get invited to parties with nudist costumes (I kid you not... and they are FABULOUS - several of the key players are art and design and theater people, and the things you can dress up as while still being nearly naked, are many.) My husband is always the creative one wi...

This happened a couple of months ago - just finally got it edited to post. Unfortunately, things got busy and complicated, and I fell back out of the habit; hopefully thinking about this will help me get back on it.  (back in April)  I have been going back to the gym. It's been good for my body, and the regularity of getting up, getting out of the house early, driving to the gym with the early morning sun slanting through my car windows, has been good for the regularity of my schedule. I'm sleeping better.  This morning has been uneventful. I've seen a couple of people I know; one guy in particular always smiles and passes friendly remarks, and it's good to see a smiling face. I do ten minutes in the sauna, breaking a solid sweat, while doing my Wim Hof breathing practice; combining those two is a little intense, but it feels good, building lung and mitochondrial capacity. I work mostly machines - butterfly for chest, lat pull-downs and rows for back, lateral sh...

 So..... this is gonna be one of those where I dump a huge batch of files, and then write the intervening text as I have time. I just don't have enough hours in the day. So... the narrative pretty much is clear through the video, but here's a quick rundown:  I text Bolder and meet him at the bath house. He and I have been talking - about him being my shadow with benefits some night when I'm out whoring around. He's read some of the things I've written - he's been in a post himself  [see also: Remarkable .] That Bolder... the one with the free-flowing and mucilaginous throat slime and the pert spankable ass. Yup. So - to condense. I fuck his throat and talk about Kinky Book Club. I take him to the outdoor shower and piss down his throat. Then we run into this HOT handsome Bubba-type Daddy in the steam room, and take him back to my room, and much fuckery ensues, and then he goes his own way, and then we run into this HOT guy who does not want his story told, so I ...