e[lust] #8

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

This Isn’t Play. . . BDSM and RapeThe very basic principle that we hold so dear in BDSM play, “Nothing without consent” seems to stand in stark contrast to a very common form of play, “Rape Play”.

Half-FullWhen I get my ass beaten, is it as much for the sensation as it is for the “Good girl…I knew you could take that for me.” that I want so badly at the close of the scene?

House Party Part 2 -His wife walked by at one point and he cryptically asked her to “do what she did to so-and-so earlier”. His wife disappeared behind me, but I felt her hands touching me and his cock as it entered me.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Backseat Orgasms - We kissed lightly and without focus, both a sensual act and maddening at the same time. More, I needed more. In a blur I was on my knees on the seat, straddling his leg, his mouth latched onto one nipple and his fingers hunting for the key to undoing my dress pants.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Are You Watching Me?A plan of devious proportions begins to form. Before this is over with, I will have forced you into a corner…forced you to act…forced you to give ME what I want.

See also: Pleasurists #64 and 65 for all your sex toy review needs.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!


Erotic Writing

A story of FL

Contemplation

Cuddling

Floor Exercises

Good day for a milking

Goodbye

G-Spot Orgasms Galore – Part 2

Initiation

Logan

Mark. Confession #423

Mouth

Nothing says I love you quite like…

Playful and Dangerous

Play your part

Plotter

Splish Splash

The Library Hotel

The Secret I Couldn’t Keep

Triple X

Three A.M. Surprise

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Anatomy of Desire (PT. Two)

Better Cautious Than Raped

Lingerie Tales Vol 1 An Obsession Begins

My life as a gamer’s slave

Perplexed

Saturday Texting

So Simple

The Elusive Female Orgasm

The G Spot Mouse or How To Make A Woman Squirt

Transtastic: On Language

Kink & Fetish

A No Limits Slave?

Are Discipline and Punishment The Same?

BDSM Advice Series: Pet Play

Bondage 101—Part 1: Bondage Basics

Breaking the Demons

Dark/DirtyBlog Crush

Factory Doll

Hand vs. toys

I’m on a book cover: ‘The Punishment List’ by Abel

Kink

Men as sex objects

Rough Porn

Raleigh and La Fortress

Savouring the texture of my skin with his teeth

The Way They Look At Me

The Slut Chronicles #13 ~ The Auction

Whither the spankosphere?

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Happy Valentines Day!

Hookers, Catholic School Students and Facebook

Lane Bryant Makes Puppies and Kittens Cry

Pussy Cosmetics and Vagina Myths


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Why I Think the Concept of Privilege is Not “Bullshit”

I’ve been giving quite a bit of thought to both Champagne and Benezdrine’s post on privilege being “bullshit” and Britni’s response to it. My opinion falls on the side of Britni’s argument, and it’s not only from my exposure to feminist theory, it’s also due to classes I’ve taken on serving the underprivileged (hey, there’s that word with a prefix!) in the library. It’s difficult to see our privilege as we’re surrounded mostly by others in our same situation. If we’re middle class and white, we tend to find ourselves around other people who are at least one or the other of those things.

In the classes I took on serving the underprivileged, the point was made that values and experiences are so completely different. When you’re poor, you focus on learning “the system” so you can get the assistance you need (doled out by people of the middle class usually), this takes precedence over things like reading for personal enrichment. The middle class, however, has the luxury to make education and upward mobility a priority. They have enough resources that they don’t have to spend their time worrying how to get medical assistance with no money or insurance, or how to get enough food when their job doesn’t pay enough. The middle class, blind to their advantages, look down on the working class as not trying to better themselves when that’s not the reality.

In the public library, this tends to play out in the following way: the librarians are by majority middle class. They have had the opportunity to go to graduate school for their degree and they live in middle class neighborhoods and are, by vast majority, white. The paraprofessionals at the library vary from middle class to working class. The library patrons are usually working class or middle class, but how they use the library is often very different. (And Champers, you’re right that this is not an absolute, nothing is, but it’s very often true.) For the middle class, like myself, the library is chiefly a place where you can get books and knowledge to help further yourself (or for entertainment) and it’s a bonus that you can get other materials like DVDs and CDs. For a working class person, the library is chiefly a place where you can get internet access, which you can’t afford at home and ever-increasingly need to apply for jobs that don’t even require use of the computer at work. DVDs and other entertainment are important because you can’t afford it otherwise, and hell, being underprivileged you quite possibly need the escapism more than the middle class who can afford other forms of entertainment.

Looking at privilege is a difficult thing. In reading the articles that Britni linked, the one on white privilege made me really uncomfortable at many points. It’s hard to admit that you have advantages due to the lottery of your birth. A feeling of guilt often comes along with this. But it’s important to look at so you can work on bridging those advantages and bringing people of various classes together, not keeping them set apart. Of course, being of the dominant class there’s an impetus to keep the status quo, after all you benefit.

In thinking about this before I started writing, I realized a place where my privilege is showing – computer knowledge. I get frustrated with people who come to the library and need their hands held through basic tasks on the computer. I think to myself, “It’s 2010! Who doesn’t know how to use a computer or surf the ‘net?? Why haven’t we all learned by now? Why aren’t they asking me reference questions – it’s what I trained for!” This shows my privilege by the fact that as a middle class, white woman I have been exposed to computers in my office jobs and at college and I’ve had the money to purchase my own computers and internet service to use at home. However, others are not as fortunate and they rely on the library to help bridge that gap for them. By my looking down on those who are still new to using computers in this day and age I’m helping to keep them down – if they can see my disdain at helping them, they’re less likely to seek my help – and therefore less likely to get help and get the opportunity to rise up to the level of knowledge I have. In this situation, yes, I am a bit of an asshole. Not intentionally, but the whole point of discussing privilege is to make me aware of this so I don’t continue to act like an asshole and in the process help keep others down.

Champers, as an Englishman, I would think that you’d be a bit more aware of class differences than an American. The class system tries to blur itself in the US, but it’s still very much here, in the UK it’s more overt. In a class system (be it based on socieoeconomic status, skin color, gender, sexual orientation, etc.) the dominant class has an interest in keeping things the same. This will blind them to their privilege – however I think where Champers and others like him go wrong is that they then take this concept to be a personal attack – when it’s not personal at all. I’m not saying people with privilege (in many ways myself among them) are simply (and in all situations) assholes, not at all. They are people who are fortunate who need to become aware of how they are fortunate in ways that are not rational or fair.

Looking at one’s privilege is uncomfortable. It’s hard to acknowledge the unfairness in the system when that unfairness benefits you. The goal of talking about privilege is not to berate those who have it, the goal is consciousness raising (much like the feminists of the 70s) so that we can see where our advantages are creating disadvantages for others.

I think for those on the other side of privilege (such as when I, as a woman, read the article on male privilege) it’s obvious the myriad subtle (and not subtle) ways in which they’re oppressed. They live it every day. It’s easier to acknowledge when privilege oppresses rather than benefits you. When you try to point these things out to the dominant class, they get defensive. I think Champers is an intelligent and well-meaning person who strives to be decent to all. However, his privilege still blinds him at times. (And again, this does not personally make you an asshole, Champers. This is just something to examine. I may act like an asshole sometimes due to my privilege of computer knowledge, but ultimately I’m someone who strives to treat all equally. I strive to make library service accessible and as helpful to everyone as possible. But my privilege does blind me.)

The biggest privilege of all is the privilege to not see the privilege you have. Those who don’t have it, have no choice but to see they don’t have it. Champers, it’s pretty fucking ridiculous to compare the “female privilege” of being bought drinks at a bar to the male privilege of earning enough to do so easily. It’s absurd to say that because I’m seen as a sexual object (being female and all) and can then get out of speeding tickets (not that I’m hot enough to do that. I’m not. Unattractive, or average, women have less privilege than attractive ones.) that this is a wonderful thing.

Champers, by focusing on the ways in which you don’t have privilege, you help perpetuate the ways in which you do have privilege. By focusing on, “Look at me! I’m a white male and I have to bust my ass to feed my family!” helps distract us from the fact that a black man in the same situation will have to deal with a myriad of other difficulties and oppressions on top of that. By arguing that privilege doesn’t exist, you are helping perpetuate it and keep your place of dominance – whatever dominance you manage to have even though you’re not way at the top of the dominant group. The point of talking about privilege is not to confine us to where we were born, but to make all of us aware of how we oppress others. Practically all of us have some sort of privilege to look at – some of us more than others. Whining about how men don’t have the option to have babies (oh poor men!) helps cloud the fact that the ability of having babies comes with myriad disadvantages in life. It’s interesting that those who supported your post are by and large – like you – the people who have the most to gain by keeping the status quo.

You’re not bad people, but you are blind. Time to wake up. We’re not trying to berate you, we’re trying to help you see the folly of your ways so you can join us as an ally.

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Mood Swings

It’s hard dealing with mental illness. I suffer from depression and when it hits it makes everything seem terrible and insurmountable. When it passes, I think, “How silly that I was THAT worked up.” In the meantime, I’ve quite possibly put MasterDoc or Davey through hell. Thankfully, they both love me and understand that I can’t really control the depression. Doesn’t make it any easier for them to deal with it though. It’s also not fun for me either.

Yesterday was one of those days. I seem to be having more of them than usual lately. I plan to talk to my shrink about medication, because perhaps the regimen I’ve been on for a few years now isn’t working as well.

In a fit of pique, I declared on twitter that I was giving up sex. I’m sure people reading that knew it wouldn’t stick. By the time the day was over I had sex with MasterDoc (entirely of my choosing) and orgasms helped settle me. We’re working on ways to help head off these bouts via beatings (endorphins help), medication, orgasms, and anything else that might help level off or lift my mood. Unfortunately I was a teary, angry mess yesterday before things could be headed off. When I started to gain perspective on the situation (“Oh, I see! This is depression speaking and making everything seem so irreparably terrible!”) cuddles helped a great deal. I cried a lot, started getting depressed about having been depressed (not to mention having been so harsh to MasterDoc). MasterDoc and I laughed about that a bit – the whole getting depressed because I get depressed. It’s silly I know, but I do feel terrible guilt for being difficult when I’m depressed.

I appreciate all the support from my twitter and facebook friends as I rode through the turmoil yesterday. It’s wonderful that people I don’t even really know will offer words of encouragement and support.

That’s why I didn’t get around to blogging about my Sunday evening in with MasterDoc. It was a bumpy night in a way – there was sex, a break, MasterDoc not really feeling like doing a lot but meanwhile I was craving a long night of hard, rough sex. (Been watching too much rough sex porn lately.) He decided that he wanted to come, and we played with ourselves while watching porn. He was going to come on me but the spurts didn’t quite make it to my hip that was laying beside him. I used the magic wand on myself and thankfully MasterDoc gave me a little of what I was craving then. Hand on throat, slapped thighs, I begged him to hurt me. The roughness made me come so much harder than I would have with the magic wand alone.

I can’t wait to try more rough stuff with him.

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Rough Porn

He asked if I wanted it long and slow, or short and fast. I said slow, hoping for a long evening of kink. He had that serious domly look in his eyes, the one that makes me oh so hot. He had me sit up so he could play with my tits. He’d look me right in the eye and then twist a nipple to watch the look on my face as it hurt. In the background we had rough sex porn running, and I was insanely wet already. I know it’s so wrong, and I know that extreme stuff can make people uncomfortable (because of its resemblance to some very bad things) but Jesus, watching a woman get her face fucked makes me so hot and so want to be in her place. I want to be roughly handled, gagged on his cock. I want to be a drooling mess.

He tried out the new dental gag I bought, it was really hot for the humiliation aspect of it, as i sat there with my mouth wide open. (It’s a Jennings dental gag, but without the strap like the one on this page.) It’s a shame I didn’t drool but I found my mouth growing dry instead. My tongue was exposed for him to see and it felt naked without teeth and lips to hide behind.

MasterDoc grabbed the magic wand, and he pressed it to my clit. My eyes would flicker, then close and I’d be lost in my ever increasing arousal. It flooded me, flooded my senses. I would come so close to coming and he would stop. And the fact that he was controlling my arousal and eventual orgasm made it even hotter. He teased me for a bit and I was lost in his intense eyes. Him being in control makes me so hot.

He had me remove the gag. Not only was my mouth dry but he was concerned that I’d break a tooth if I came with it in. We watched more porn, and I loved how the porn actress played the part of someone who’s surprised at the rough treatment she’s getting and oh dear how scared she is! I can get hot off of it if I can tell it’s play. I so desperately want to act out a scene like that with MasterDoc. I want to play scared, and let myself get into the role and feel scared. I want him to take me roughly, slap me about, push me down. I want him to piss on me. I want him to use my body in delicious and horrible ways. I was actually disappointed when he got up to go pee last night and didn’t decide to piss on me. I want to be passed around to various people for them to use my body.

He worked my Njoy plug into my ass and I stroked my wet clit and breathed heavy. I was so aroused. There was no hiding it. No hiding my sexuality. No hiding how much I wanted it.

He fucked me from behind with the stainless steel plug in my ass. I felt so full and having both holes filled like that was amazing. Oh god I wanted to come! Being fucked like that was so hot, I could feel him play with the plug in my ass. The only thing that could have improved that wonderful scenario is if another cock was available to go into my mouth at the same time.

In the porn, the actress is fucked up the ass by one man, while she’s being gagged on the cock of the other. Fuck. I want to experience that.

My knees gave out, so I had to crawl down onto the mat. After a breather and returning to my wits, I turned towards MasterDoc and played with his chest. I lusted after him so completely.

But alas, he wanted a snack. (And you can tell that this is a true story and not erotica, because the Dom doesn’t stop for a snack in the middle of an erotica piece.) I lay on the living room floor (we had been on the mat, you see) and watched the porn continue playing on the television. Seeing that woman being used and fucked and slapped around made me so hot. I’m sure MasterDoc could hear my moaning from the kitchen as I furiously stroked my clit. He came back in with some food and told me that I could make myself come if I wanted to.

So I focused on the porn and rubbed my slick clit until I came. To help me come, he held down my shoulder with his foot as best he could. The combination of hot porn, rapidly rubbed clit, being held down a little, and being under his foot led me to an explosive orgasm.

After all that expended energy, I needed a break, myself. A little later he decided that he wanted to come. I was slightly disappointed as I craved more fucking. But I played with his ass like he told me to and I grew more aroused knowing that he wanted to come in my mouth. When he was close to coming , I moved around to the front of him and placed my mouth right by the tip of his cock. I put his cock in my mouth as he came and then slid it further into my mouth to suck on the shaft. This kept him twitching with pleasure and it was so hot. I held his come in my mouth like he likes, and he told me to dribble it out onto the towel under me. I let it drool out and he was happy. I felt like a dirty slut and it felt so good.

I could have gone on all night fucking. I feel like something’s awakened in me that hasn’t been awake in years. I can’t remember going all night fucking for a very long time.

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A Good Slut

MasterDoc and I went out last night to the swing club, as we often do. Friday nights we can get in free and there’s a lot of single men. Lately, it’s been busier than normal since the club owner has been having porn actresses make appearances.

The atmosphere is busy – single men walk back and forth through the length of the club cruising for women or couples. When they’re feeling bold and see someone they like, they will say hello or sit down near them. Most guys are easy enough to brush off by barely acknowledging them. Some need to be told to go away. Couples and guys sit on the many sofas and beds around the club. The regular staff mill about, some working the bar, some working the coat check, others giving tours to newbies.

We wander a bit, getting the lay of the land and sipping on drinks. Sometimes we sit for a bit and watch what’s going on. Early in the evening there’s not usually much sex happening, but sometimes you can see something going on in one of the bedrooms. It seems like most people need time to settle in and prepare themselves for their debauchery. Personally I’d prefer jumping right in and then finding partners whose interest we’d piqued by having fun.

When I returned from the restroom at one point, MasterDoc was chatting up a nice Latin couple. The woman was hot and the guy wasn’t bad either. They were friendly, but in the end it didn’t seem like they wanted to play with us. Many of the single guys were clearly interested in me. I try to not be too inviting to the single guys as I know MasterDoc would much prefer me spending time enticing ladies and couples. I don’t have a complaint most nights, I’d be happy to play with a pretty woman any night. Sometimes I’d like to run rampant and line up a bunch of guys to fuck.

MasterDoc toyed with the the new remote vibe panties (review) and invited the sexy Latina to feel the vibe going underneath my skirt. I encouraged her but she wasn’t overly bold. Pity. Guys expressed interest in it and when I casually mention that I got it to review since I have a sex blog, some people’s interest piques further. It’s not the same as being a porn actress, but it is a conversation piece sometimes.

MasterDoc had me take off the panties after a while. I was glad since the ribbon ties were cutting into my hips. He had me spread my legs, and as I was in a skirt with no panties my shaved pussy was completely in view. I also wore black stockings, black boots and a low-buttoned black cardigan. MasterDoc played with my clit and I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and started breathing heavy. I was very horny yesterday (I had even been given a sybian ride in the afternoon!) and just the lightest touches on my clit and pussy were driving me wild. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to come. I was getting frustrated with how long we were sitting around looking to meet people.

We changed seats since my back started hurting, so he handed me a pillow at our new spot and I got on  my knees to give him head. As I focused on sucking his cock into hardness, an English guy sat on the sofa next to MasterDoc and expressed interest in me. If you’ve read this blog for a while you know I have a severe case of anglophilia. I hoped that maybe later something would go on.

We moved to a bed in the exhibitionist’s room. I stripped down to just my bra, garter belt and stockings. MasterDoc toyed with my clit some more and I moaned and writhed, hoping that my reaction would spur him to do more. He used my Nea vibe on my clit, teasing me more. I couldn’t quite come from this, but then I took over the vibe and pressed it into just the right spot on my clit. MasterDoc used his fingers on my cunt and I came as soon as possible. My body contracted and my upper chest/shoulders tensed up as they often do. (It’s rough because the discomfort from the muscle tension sometimes causes me to stop coming earlier than I would like to.) I’m noisy and gleefully attract attention.
The English guy comes over and sits on the floor near the bed. MasterDoc tells him he can touch my tits – apparently in England this means “put your tongue on my tits immediately.” I didn’t mind and MasterDoc let him continue. MasterDoc took my other breast in his mouth and between the two of them I moan and sigh, savoring the sensations. I’m eager to come again, and when MasterDoc lets me I come hard.

I’m very happy having had two lovely orgasms, but then MasterDoc fucked me from behind. I was such an eager slut last night that I wasn’t fully happy until he fucked me. I got so hot and immersed in the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me. He’d thrust hard and and I’d whimper. I moaned like crazy, desperate to come but enjoying the ride. I’m secretly (or perhaps not so secretly) hoping we’re being watched by a lot of people. Eventually, I give in to my urges and I beg to come. He teases me, tells me I have to wait. Makes me wait for what is probably only 30 seconds but feels like several minutes as I whimper and desperately hold myself on the edge of orgasm. MasterDoc lets me come and I come hard, grunting, gasping, bucking my hips. Eventually my vagina of steel pushed his penis out and he replaced it with his strong, thick fingers – which made me come even harder and louder. While my eyes were closed I can hear people gathering nearby. He makes me come for a long time and I don’t want it to stop. Eventually my shoulders give out and I fall forward just about the same time he finishes with me. My god, I love sex. I love being disheveled and left exhausted.

The Englishman comes around again, and I look from him to MasterDoc and back again. I’d like to fuck the Brit. MasterDoc can tell and he grants permission despite his misgivings that the Brit is too drunk. I get on the bed across from the one I was just on with MasterDoc so that MD can have the best view. I hand a condom to the Brit and he gets undressed. I get on hands and knees and play with my cunt to entice him and encourage his cock to wake up. He does get the condom on, and gets it near my pussy, but it never gets adequately hard. Damn. I try to help him, reaching back and stroking. He thrusts as if he’s fucking me (and the crowd around can’t really tell the difference) but he never gets hard enough to penetrate. I’m disappointed and frustrated but I try not to make him feel bad about it. (We’re all human, we can’t always get aroused when we want to. I’m sure his inebriated state had a lot to do with it too.)

I head back to the bed with MasterDoc and at one point he says, “You’re such an anglophile. Or I should say, anglofucker!” Ah, if only I had gotten to last night.

MasterDoc’s cock gets hard again and he fucks me. This time as I’m on my back as I’m wiped out from before. He did a lot of dirty talk last night, calling me a good whore many times. He made me ask for the fuckings I received (or nearly received) and made sure I said it loud enough to be heard. Last night I wasn’t feeling shy about saying it loudly. I came again from him fucking me. What an awesome night.

As we lounged on the bed, we got to watch others giving blow jobs and the bartender squirting on command on guys who ask. We sit in a room at the end of our evening and watch one of the porn actresses fucking and playing with various cocks. After the guys have dispersed a bit, we talk to her and she mentions being a switch. I ask if she tops women and she says yes. She asks for our number and I give it gladly. Hopefully she will give us a call.

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Review: Babeland Remote Vibe Panty

I had high hopes for these panties. I’ve searched high and low for a remote control vibe that meets the following criteria – fits my plus size body and the vibe sits on the clit. Babeland made these panties to be fairly adjustable, and they will fit a MUCH wider range of sizes than most “one size fits most” panties (from 25″ to 65″ hips according to the site). I was able to wear them, although they were bit small on my size 18 body. The fabric barely covered my butt crack in back and the adjustable ties dug into the flesh of my hips as I wore them. I had to wear them extremely low on my hips – but I think that’s where they’re meant to be. If you’re a larger lady than me, you probably won’t be able to wear them.

Still, I was excited that they actually fit, even if not very well. Other than the ties digging into me, they were comfortable. I wore them out to dinner and a swing club with MasterDoc and unfortunately we forgot the remote in the car over dinner. But I was aroused by the feeling of the egg nestled against my clit (it sits in a pocket in the panties), even when it wasn’t vibrating. The egg looks like it will show under your clothes, but as long as you’re not wearing anything tight it’s actually not too visible. (I wore it with pants that fit but weren’t tight and later with a skirt – couldn’t see it under either. Fears that I’d look like I was packing were unfounded.) Overall, the egg wasn’t too noticeable visibly or by feeling when worn. It wasn’t uncomfortable.

At the swing club, we got the remote control out of our bag. MasterDoc played with it and a few problems became apparent – you can’t tell when it’s switched off (it goes through three levels of vibration and the light on the remote only comes on when you press the button – not when the vibe is on necessarily) and they don’t turn off easily. For turning on, the range isn’t too bad, a few feet away seems ok. But when it comes to changing the vibration and turning it off the remote only worked right near the panties. This seems to go against the point of having a remote control. The range is supposed to be up to 16-feet, we didn’t get it to work even half that far away.

The toy comes with two sets of batteries for each the controller and the egg. The egg takes four watch batteries and the remote takes one of those small A-type remote control batteries (you can get them easily at Radio Shack). I tried the toy out when I got it in the mail and left the batteries in the egg. Big mistake – even left off, the batteries died. (I had taken the battery out of the remote for storage.)

Despite all these drawbacks this is still the best set of remote control panties I’ve tried (by far). Faint praise, I realize. There’s kinks to work out, but I think Babeland is at least on the right track. I can see us playing with these panties again, but perhaps at home rather than out. Hopefully in the future they’ll be able to offer something spectacular. If the remote was stronger and clearly indicated when the vibe was on, off, or on which level of vibration that would be a huge improvement.

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Thank you to Babeland for sending this toy for review. This toy was received for free for review purposes and I was expected to give my honest assessment.

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2011 Sex Blogger Calendar

I’ve been remiss in reposting this! Feel free to spread this info far and wide about the 2011 Sex Blogger Calendar!

You’ve just flipped the January  page on your 2010 Sex Blogger Calendar, whispered a fond farewell to the lovely Mia Martina, and greeted the awesome Abiola Abrams, who graces February’s page, and here I am about to talk to you about 2011.  If it seems early to you, you’re not alone; it seems early to me too.  But 2011 is going to be a bigger and better year, hopefully for all of us, and certainly for this amazing project that started as a whim, a fun project with friends that would benefit our sex positive community, one balmy summer night.

Many of you, after seeing our fabulous calendar or coming to our kick-ass launch party, expressed an interest in being a model.  We heard you and we want to give you the opportunity to be even more involved.  So for 2011, we’re going NATIONAL!  Yes, you heard it right, the NYC SexBlogger Calendar wants to be even more inclusive in 2011.  We want any sex positive blogger/internet personality - male, female, gay, straight, queer, trans, any race, any orientation, any size - who writes/podcasts/video blogs about sex or sexuality to feel free to submit a photo.  While our 2010 models are free to submit a photo, we’d like nothing better than to get thirteen brand new faces and their accompanying hot bods. I’ll get into those details in a moment, but that’s not the only change we’ve made.

For the last two years, the calendar proceeds have gone to Sex Work Awareness and allowed them to fund Speak Up!, a one day seminar in 2009 that expanded to a weekend in 2010.  We are so proud to have provided the funding for those events.  Megan Andelloux, in her fight with the town of Pawtucket, RI to open her adult sex education facility, The Center for Sexual Pleasure and Health, used the training she received last year which helped her win battle and CSPH is now open for business. This year, we’re thrilled to announce that the funds raised by the calendar will go to Woodhull Freedom Foundation. Woodhull Freedom Foundation Affirms SexualFreedom as a Fundamental Human Right!

We’ve known of and been supportive of WFF but when we met and talked with the board members and advisory committee of WFF at their fundraiser, a diverse group including the fabulous Carol Queen, we were really impressed with them, their professionalism and their goals.  WFF has a broader focus than SWA and we want our little calendar to benefit all kinds of sexual freedom.  In changing core attitudes, defining sexual freedom as a basic human right, sex workers too will reap benefits.

Now, how do you submit a photo and what is expected if we pick you to be in the 2011 calendar?

First, you email us one or more professional quality photo that represents what sexual freedom means to you or how you express your sexual freedom.  The photo is to be 12 x 12 (this is SQUARE, people, be sure to let the photographer know this in advance of shooting, most photos are rectangular, so the photographer has to look with a different eye in order to shoot for square artwork).   The format will be CMYK, 12 x 12 full bleed, 300 DPIx 12 full bleed image. If you’d like to discuss concepts before working with a photographer, please email me at Tess@tiedupevents.com

Along with your photo, please send a short bio and a short (or long, if you’re feeling particularly verbose on the topic) post talking about how your photo represents your sexual freedom.  We would like all entrants to be able to attend our launch party on November 5, 201o in NYC, this is one reason we’re giving you all so much notice, so that plans can be hatched and funds reserved.  You’ll be required to post a button on your site that links to the calendar blog and once chosen, we’ll provide a special button for models.

Because we want to also support our economy as well as our fundamental right to sexual freedom, despite our difficulties last year, we are committed to printing the calendar in the US of A, we’re not sure how much nudity we can get away with.  If you feel like baring it all, we’re right there with you but we also need to be realistic about what we can get printed, so please give us some softer options.  Last year, the mere sight of nipples in two photos caused a printer, even in this economy, to turn down the job.

Please include in your email any suggestions you have for promoting the calendar and WFF on your site -contests, etc. Working with us in promoting the calendar is an important component of being a part of this project.

Submissions must be received by May 1, 2010.

More details will follow and we’ll post the Photo Submission Guidelines on a separate page so you can review them easily.

In the meantime, if you’d be so kind as to repost this far and wide, from sea to shining sea, we’d be most appreciative.  Let’s get everyone who believes that sexual freedom is a fundamental human right talking and participating in this project and sharing in the fun with us.

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Dental Gag Porn

I don’t share photos found on the net often, but I thought this picture was hot. (Courtesy of the wonderful Gloria Brame’s blog.) I recently bought a dental gag, and have fantasies of being gagged with it (notice the thread of drool coming out of her mouth uncontrollably – hot!) and then at the end of the scene, MasterDoc coming in my mouth as it’s held wide open and I look up at him.

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Wishes Fulfilled

I haven’t blogged in over a week, not content that I’ve generated at least. I’ve been dealing with a particularly rough bout of premenstrual symptoms and haven’t felt like writing. MasterDoc gave me a therapeutic beating last Wednesday that helped in the short term, but ultimately I was having enough internal issues that it didn’t last. Funnily enough, yesterday he and I both – separately – hypothesized that I may have PMDD (premenstrual dysphoric disorder). Definitely something I will ask my gynecologist about next time. I have about a dozen of the symptoms.

Today the symptoms are starting to break, but even yesterday I was feeling anxious and irritable enough to be struggling with it. I didn’t sleep over MasterDoc’s due to the impending snow (and I am glad I went home last night!) but I did visit him for a few hours.  We reconnected. He reassured me that yes, if I’m in emotional crisis like I had been last Friday night I did the right thing by getting in touch with him.

Since my mood was still unstable last night, MasterDoc declared I needed a beating and orgasms. And indeed they helped like they usually do. After he shook off the silly mood he was in, he had me lay down on the bed, face down and took the cane to my ass. The strikes focused my thoughts. I took the cane fairly well, but then he dribbled some melted wax on me. Yikes! It pooled slightly on my lower back and I kicked one leg up while trying to deal with the pain. The wax was particularly difficult to take last night. I seem to be out of practice. The caning continued and took me into subspace. I didn’t get wet like I often do but considering how not myself I felt that’s not entirely surprising. He used the little rubber flogger on me, the little ends gathering together to sting my ass.
He had me on hands and knees for some beating, and propped the magic wand against me but it kept slipping away from the perfect spot, so even though I had permission to come I couldn’t quite get there. I let MasterDoc know that it was sliding out of place, and he took over, pressing it against my clit, making me come.  He took out a toy that we haven’t really used yet: snake bite suckers. The set comes with two larger ones and one thinner sucker that’s just right for the clitoris. Thankfully he only put the larger two on my nipples. As my tits hung down he commented on how they resembled udders. He flicked them with his fingers which hurt. He has decided he really likes them, and as I can wear them longer than nipple clamps he plans to have me walking around the swing club with them on. He had me kneel up, and he tormented my nipples some more.

He had me lay on my back to be fucked so he could continue to play with the nipple suckers. He tweaked them, fucked me, slapped my face. I went from zero to sixty in about two seconds. He told me I could come at will and I came, but then I came even harder as he gently but firmly applied pressure to my throat for the first time. Previously I had been afraid of even the hint of breathplay as I’m asthmatic (and have experienced not being able to breathe. Not really fun.) but I had put in my wishing box that I was curious to try a little bit with him, since I trust MasterDoc to know what he’s doing (and to know what to do in case of an emergency). He pressed a bit harder than I had expected, grabbing my collar close against my throat. For a second, I wasn’t sure if I was scared of this…. but then I came, harder than I had to this point. I was amazed by how hard I came.

I was very, very happy and calm after that.

He next had me suck his cock, and he worked in yet another wish from my wishing box: grabbing my head and choking me on his cock a few times. I find that I don’t gag as badly as I initially thought and I really like that he’s got his cock shoved down my throat and his hand firmly on my head as the thrusts his hips upward. His cock gets extra slick with my saliva which makes it even easier than usual to suck. He had me rub his wet cock over my face and I did as I was told. (Of course.)

His cock hard again, he debated fucking my ass or fucking my cunt again. He eventually opted for my cunt and got me on hands and knees. He said I had been a good girl and gave me the magic wand to use on myself. He started off slowly, teasing. He’d then fuck me harder for a moment. I kept the wand pressed against my clit but he told me not to come until I asked permission. He wanted me to take my time so he could fuck me as long as he liked. I was moaning like crazy, feeling amazing even though I was holding back from orgasm. I almost didn’t want it to end. I wish I had a recording of my moaning and babbling at that point. Out of nowhere, he told me to come. And I came as he fucked me some more. When his cock was pushed out he slapped my cunt to keep me coming and I sprayed come all over my hand, the throe, and the magic wand.

I was in a wondrous daze after that orgasm. It was hard to find somewhere to lay down since there was a big puddle, but I sat against the wall, legs splayed. Despite using the menstrual cup, there was a smudge of blood on my leg (and the come that came out of me was tinted pink due to some menstrual content.) My hands felt like they were buzzing, and it took me a moment to realize this was from holding the magic wand to my clit for a while. I felt positively amazing. If they could make that feeling into a pill form I think I’d become addicted. Oh yes.

After I cleaned up, we sat in the living room and he put on the basketball game. He had me grab pillows so I could sit on the floor at his feet – another thing I had requested in my wishing box. I happily played with my new smart phone while I sat on the floor between his legs. Occasionally I’d hug his thigh and kiss it. And other times he’d smack me playfully with his hard cock. It was an evening I sorely needed after the emotional upheaval of this month’s cycle.

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Pleasurists #64

by Jen Dixon via modelmayhem

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Editor’s Pick

  • LELO Ina by Raven Quince
  • Yes! Yes! Yes! Do it again! Mmmmmm! Wow. Thank you, baby.

    INA has given me insta-orgasms. On my first try, despite not knowing how to work the controller and accidentally attempting to insert both parts of it into me, I fumbled my way to a gushing orgasm in just a few quick minutes. The second trial included my husband’s cock and a butt plug – I came strongly and in no time flat. INA my new best friend.

    Note: Possibly the most adorable LELO review ever! Who doesn’t love to see photos of the reviewer in a bunny suit to celebrate LELO’s awesome rabbit vibe! Seriously, go look at the pictures and read it.

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