Going Deeper (Inside Strange Men)

This night... was a whole amusement park. Like, fun ride after fun ride. This is the kind of night I always want to have. I went home exhausted, completely wrung out... although looking back at the videos, I had to get off for the SIXTH time before I could sleep. Yeah. So... wow. And, this is going to be another one that I have to approach in stages. It is a LOT.  So... Bolder (@BolderTheBear) met up with me to play - and to record some really specific content, because we're both turned on with the same bizarre shit. Deepthroat. Gagging. SLIME... he's a fucking mucus machine. To start with - I've bought a new kinky thing to try. It's a cheap borescope - also known as an endoscope. This is the handyman's garage version, not the one the doctor puts up your butt - and it's got warnings showing DO NOT PUT IN MOUTH, and I think they were probably too embarrassed to make a cartoon of somebody sticking it in their butt... but stay tuned. Not today... but soon. Basicall...

  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...