February 4th,
The Artist and the Boston Boy wrestled (to much acclaim) at a sex party last week. The room was crowded, close, and hot. When we convinced them to strip off their shirts, their chests glistened with sweat and their hair dripped with it.
My friend nudged me to break my reverie. “Should […]
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December 13th, 2007
The Artist’s tied arms are around my neck as I ride. I’ve put my glasses back on so I can see him, but they keep slipping down my nose.
I hate to encourage the myth that men need to fuck for hours. (It’s a peeve of mine, second only to the notion that women […]
Posted in marks, switching, bondage, feminism, submission (or the lack thereof), tasty whips, masochism, spanking, shame, non-monogamy, dominance, masturbation, empowerment, the artist, orgasm denial, rough sex | 10 Comments »
December 4th, 2007
I haven’t been able to stop talking about one of CM Hurt’s presentations. I only knew it was entitled Nurse Nasty, so assumed it was medical somehow. But I did remember seeing her name years ago on BMEzine (what better recommendation?) so I dropped in.
Holy. Shit.
I’ve been having trouble explaining what about it […]
Posted in travel, medical fetish, (il)legalities, nyc, needles and piercing, conversio virium, schedule, the artist, black rose | 8 Comments »
November 21st, 2007
It’s safe to say that I have made more porn than I have ever watched. I’m more of an erotic literature and photography (and deep, hard fucking) kind of gal than I am the video type. However, this quote caught my eye:
Sometimes - and really most of the time - I’d like to […]
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November 11th, 2007
I was so turned on, I think I had forgotten how intercourse worked. Where’s the condom? Did we have a condom? No, put it down, I don’t want to — I want to — no, stay still. Let me touch. Not yet. I said, wait.
“Will you forgive me,” I asked, […]
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November 3rd, 2007
I’m late.
I hate to be late, and I fidget the whole way downtown on the train to Bryant Park. It’s always when you’re in a hurry that your Metrocard turns out to be expired, and some homeless guy tries to sell you $12 on a card he found in the trash, and then you […]
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