On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love brought to me…
…seven Well Placed Spanks…
Six things for beating.
Five well stuffed stockings.
Four toasty biscuits.
Three kitty girls.
Two Screens for poking.
And a Warm Cup Of Orange Pekoe Tea!
Non-professional perspective femdom & kink, with awesome erotica.
Six things for beating.
Five well stuffed stockings.
Four toasty biscuits.
Three kitty girls.
Two Screens for poking.
And a Warm Cup Of Orange Pekoe Tea!
Five well stuffed stockings.
Four toasty biscuits.
Three kitty girls.
Two Screens for poking.
And a Warm Cup Of Orange Pekoe Tea!
Four toasty biscuits.
Three kitty girls.
Two Screens for poking.
And a Warm Cup Of Orange Pekoe Tea!
Three kitty girls.
Two Screens for poking.
And a Warm Cup Of Orange Pekoe Tea!
1) It was only after the order of silence that Malcolm realized he desperately needed to pee. Unfortunately his skill at charades was such that all his wiggling, whimpering and pointing made Mistress think he was looking to be edged. Again.
2) Clara tried very hard to be inclusive to other people’s comfort levels, not because she thought she deserved a cookie, but because it was only polite. To her horror as she was introducing a newbie to the people at the munch she realized that she had not only blanked on someone’s name, but which pronouns fit them best- despite having hung out joking with them at every single kinky event over the last six months.
3) It was only part way into the scene that he realized his missing dress belt had accidentally fallen into the toy bag, and was now being expertly wielded by his dom on their mutual sub. On the one hand he needed it for a job interview in an hour. On the other hand they were so much in the zone he didn’t want to intervene to retrieve it.
4) Waking up in bed, she stretched, yawned and there was a yowl and a thud as her feet nudged and pushed Kitty from their precarious but cozy position curled up at her feet and into the wadded up laundry pile at the foot of the bed. It took a lot of pocky before Kitty stopped sulking.
5) While discussing his panic attacks, the therapist asked him if he had every heard of CBT. He blushed.
6) Safeword during brutal spanking scene. Her top paused, alarmed. Had he pushed he too far this time? Nope, her eyebrow was itchy.
7) Having kinky parents was cool- they understood everything. Only she wanted to introduce her new boyfriend Kevin in some other way that fucking up the scheduling and both attending the same play party, with them arriving when she was in mid-scene. It would have been better if dad had *not* provided a friendly suggestion about her fisting technique.
What’s your worst case scenarios, awkward moments and other unique to BDSM problems?
Penthouse Variations On Oral (erotic stories of going down) by Various Authors.
My first trade paperback blog swag!
Penthouse and I go pretty far back- pubescent me got introduced to the subject of erotica thanks to vintage “Forums” kicking around the house, with all the expected consequences of getting your sex ed from fiction pretending to be true confessions of every day people. There’s some fun stuff under the umbrella of their publishing house (Wildcard is particularly fond of a story in which a cheating husband got a sound naked thrashing with his prize fishing pole), so given the opportunity I took a chance on this.
Now this is a femdom blog, and all the sex here is vanilla, but I’m always gungho about trying new things. You would think that given my unadulterated love of blow jobs, however, I’d be lapping it up regardless. Unfortunately… nope.
This was chockablock with stories, bursting at the seams with confessions about how mouth met moist bits. I was hoping for a tongue tingling ride, but unfortunately this was very much a quantity over quality deal that suffered from a bit too much repetition for something promising to be “Variations”. One too many times using “sexy” as a primary adjective and half the authours seem to have decided oral sex is a perfect time to make food service a plot point, giving us an inside look into the sex lives of coffee shop baristas getting naughty after the afternoon rush and restaurateurs eating out each other.
To its credit, there were a couple that got a warm and buzzy feeling going between my legs. Specifically I’m going to look for more stuff by Maria King after reading her An Erotic Feast. You should consider this a sampler- you’re not going to like the taste of everything between its covers, but you will get blasted with a lot of writers which my google searching tells me, may be a first time for many of them.
Get it from the publisher at Cleis Press, or the inevitable Amazon/B&N online retailers or ask your local book shop for ISBN 978-1-62778-093-3.
What’s my final verdict?
Category: Erotic Anthology
Rating: o~o (2/5)
How I got it: Review copy, through post
TL;DR: Lots and lots of oral sex stories. Not very inspiring of masturbation.
I recently got a chance to branch out a bit and got featured on the The People of Kink, a part of the Erotic Awakening podcast network. It went live last week, and I’m very pleased with the outcome. As I shared in my interview here, People of Kink seeks to capture the normal every day voices of your average kinky person and I was pleased to be able to add to the project.
Talking about myself was interesting because it gives me a retrospective on not only how far I’ve come but how my perceptions have altered what parts of the past I weight as important.
I’ve been doing a lot of that lately, including a radio interview yesterday set to run on CKUT and some possible other creative projects. So enjoy!