Remember to ret rer into your heart

I really shouldn’t like this as much as I do. Hopefully this doesn’t ruin the head-space I need to top Maja tonight.

thanks Kaya

All I can do is press and turn and you spread your legs in the screen

So I just found something that made me very confused. Mostly though, this made me wonder how much time would pass before Maymay procures one of these. Someone came up with a USB adapter for a Fleshlight, so you can actually use the Fleshlight as a mouse. Ah, the ingenuity of geeks.

Is it just me or does this strike you as a reverse-pervertable of sorts?

from Slashdong (via io9)

Tag, I’m it - Six Words!

I haven’t done any type of memes yet over here, and I wasn’t really expecting to. But then the fantastic Tom Allen tagged me with this one.

Here’s how it works:

1. Write your own six word memoir
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like
3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post.
4. Tag five more blogs with links
5. And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!

Are you happy? Good. Same here.

I’ve loved this concept ever since I first heard of it on Wired.com. And now I get to add my own to this list.

I really enjoyed this meme, so now Recursive Kink, Kaya, Switch and Boy, Dov, Eileen - tag, you’re all it!

“I can take it. I’m a grown-up. We’re all grown-ups.”

go to Erosblog and see read what happens when George Clooney sees 2 Girls 1 Cup.

I have returned!

Hello my lovely reader. I have just returned to New York after spending the past two-and-a-half weeks in Tanzania. Beautiful country; if you ever get the chance to go, you should. And I brought back a pervertable, too. Really, it’s not even that much of a pervertable, since it’s not really that much of a change from its original purpose.

 Specifically, it’s a Maasai club similar to this here. The Maasai use this, along with other things like spears, to bludgeon the crap out of lions when they come into their villages. So I shall use this thing very lightly. Also, it looks beautiful, so I may use it very sparingly.

 Not much else to say right now. Clearly not a kink-related trip, but you just can’t keep thoughts out of your head, especially with some of the things at the Mwenge carvers’ market in Dar Es Salaam.

 Yay to be back!

Kinky Jesus?

Apparently Christian groups aren’t too happy with this picture advertising for the Folsom Street Fair.

I can’t imagine why.

(via Mistress Matisse)

One of the most touching posts I’ve read in a while.

Kaya has written a beautiful, heartfelt open letter to her husband/Master on the occasion of their upcoming 1 year wedding anniversary. I can only recommend this blog to anyone and everyone, regardless of how interested you are in maledom/femsub.

books with chains?

KINKIEST LIBRARY EVER!

Actually I found this picture in a page showing some beautiful libraries from across the (mostly) Western world. Nothing actually involving kink.

I drool over the architecture. A friend of mine drools over all those books.

I’ve been linked!

So on Thursday, before leaving for Floating World, my blog had a lowly 92 hits on it’s hit counter. When I looked again on Monday, there were 893. Where did all these come from? I was thinking that perhaps I left some incredibly wise comment on one of the many blogs that I read. But since I would hardly describe my writing as fantastic, I ruled that out fairly quickly. Then, after going through my blogroll, I saw that Kaya linked to my rambling post on objectification.

I think Kaya might be the first sex blog that I started reading. THANK YOU KAYA!

I’ve heard of objectification…

 

..but this is ridiculous. This catsuit might just be the weirdest erotic attire I have ever seen. I mean, isn’t the point of having sex with an actual person to actually have sex with an real live warm-blooded person? If you want to have sex with a doll, buy a doll. It’ll probably be cheaper than this catsuit (except that last one).

Yes, I understand the whole objectification thing. Sometimes you simply want to just use someone as an object for sex. The thing is that I want to use a person as an object without turning them into one. I still want my partner to respond normally. To moan, to gasp and grimace as I slap/squeeze/squish (really just wanted to alliterate), to clutch at my back, to look me in the eyes and tell me more in those gazes than she could with words. I quite enjoy have sex with real people. I think I should continue that.

Actually, the more I think about this, the more this thought turns me on, and that’s just weird. Because I’ve always thought that love dolls are just weird. Very weird. (Especially when you have people who buy a RealDoll and then treat those as their girlfriends - In fact Maja and I saw a preview for a movie that deals with this stuff). Come to think of it, only one aspect turns me on about having sex with a person wearing this ridiculous latex suit: she would moan. That is the one aspect of such an encounter I would look forward too.

I bet in real life any similar situation would turn out totally different, but that’s not important right now. (For one thing, if I had $700 lying around, I sure as hell wouldn’t use it on this.) I bet that if the situation should miraculously present itself, I’d bemoan the fact that I don’t have actual nipples to torment but instead have to make do with two weird unhealthily-pink circles on the doll’s chest.

The worst part about having sex with someone wearing this: you’d think that after some time having sex the look of surprise would leave her face.