This is more of an Enemas 101 than a proper porn question. The question “How do you prep for anal sex in porn?” gets a one-word answer: “Enema”. I have heard about girls fasting, ostensibly to delay the natural progression of things, but (she says over her chicken and mushroom couscous) I can’t […]
I’ve found the Lawyer’s comic strip!
My next FAQ should be about enemas. Next week. I’m still deep (heh) in product testing.
I’m covered in sweat and come and I can’t stop giggling. “I hope you weren’t offended.”
“No, it was fucking funny!” he says.
We kiss through the mess, laughing like idiots. How, I think to myself, did I end up here?
Oh, right…
He’s fucking me in the ass, and it hurts like […]
So you want to see a sex worker, and you’re worried about etiquette?
None of my advice has changed in the year since I wrote this, so I think it’s pretty solid.
Tip.
As with any service profession, I think 15-20% is standard for good service. If you plan to be a regular, tipping will endear you. If […]
Blaurgh, home from class and I am so tired. Why did I go out last night? Oh, right, the sodomy.
I used to be crazy about anal sex — receptive, that is. For a long time I didn’t take it, then I got nervous about it, and then I felt like a hypocrite […]
Despite frequent requests, I’ve never taken a wrestling session at work.
Not that it is beneath me as a “pro-domme” — please, I do peanut butter — but I am a little girl who knows nothing about wrestling. Also, how could I win against someone twice my size? I lose money for declining these […]
I arrived late to the sex party, and into the middle of a rant. The boy — tall, short blonde hair, ostentatiously shirtless — targeted me. “I’m annoyed by all these straight couples!”
I hadn’t gotten the chance to verify the existence of said couples. But I could understand his sentiment. Too many […]
We’re all guilty of alcohol abuse.
I tend toward baby wipes, since isopropyl dries my skin, but no matter. Anytime a session ends, we start to wash: the rooms of course, but ourselves, too.
Don’t get that sin on you, I like to joke. It stains, you know.
Sometimes I silently watch a client scrubbing his […]
I went to MoMA for the first time on Friday. There was art I did not understand, and chocolate gelato. I brought a friend and busily unburdened myself about college-to-come, my broken air conditioner, and my first porn experience as a top.
Later we bought overpriced diner sandwiches. They were well worth it […]
I try hard not to project politics onto sex. My arguments are with real life; sex will always be awkward, unfortunate, or politically incorrect. We don’t get to pick our preferences, after all. If I could pick what turned me on, I would certainly not have chosen BDSM: coming to peace with […]
