Fishnets, holes, boots, the smell of leather, lust, deviantness, people with hearts and the desire to explore their sexual self.

Where? At a fetish night tonight.

Molten, Velvet and I will be up to mischief tonight enjoying ourselves alongside some wonderful friends. A welcome break and a bit of fun after a long week. I don’t think I got a break till Thursday and by then it was much needed. Fully peopled out. I’ve had two days of relaxing and mainly solitude as much as one can get with a houseful of kids but I am recharged. I am ready for the big bad world again, well for a few hours at least.

Winter is great. It’s that time of the year when I get the urge to be housewenchy. I baked yesterday, a nice huge size banana cake and piklets for the kiddiewinkles for lunch yesterday. Molten made a yummy chicken pie for dinner and baked bread. Sitting around a fire last night with wine and port and good company was great. Two kitties this morning are nursing wee hangovers which makes me chuckle. Pishheads heh.

I have my schoolgirl attire laid out on the bed for tonight and in between blogging things and all things interwebz the claws are being painted black. If I remember I will try do some photos for HNT hehe. Molten is going as a kitty cat.

Other things? Contemplating getting serious about writing more erotica, and fixing and fine tuning already existing stories and finishing them off. Looking at writing reviews for Eden Fantasys because I want a decent outlet to hone my writing skills as well as the erotica and book writing projects.

And the most entertaining thing this week … exploring Second Life to write a decent article … that lasted all of about two hours. The whole thing is just, well, weird and not really my thing. Even teleported myself to one spot and found myself stuck in some two room place with “Welcome to the Gorean way of Life” on a sign on a wall with some freaky he-man type avatar standing there watching me. So I hightailed it outta there. Some weird guy at one point was rather obsessed with my crappy attempt at my avatar and kept telling me how cute I was and how sexy I looked … eerrr duuuuude its a freekin game. Not REAL. Lol.

Ugh. I get it I do. I get that there is an escape in that game. A place to create your own fantasy and immerse yourself in a world full of animated characters. It’s kinda like the Sims, but you are the Sim lol. Me? Nah, not my thing.  I prefer Guild Wars which I rarely play these days. I like yano, killing things and doing quests. Second Life just doesn’t tweak my dials.

I did however have lotsa fits and giggles exploring one of the BDSM clubs on there and pissing about with all the entertaining gadgets they had on offer. There was no one else there so I wandered about for a bit chaining myself to the various gadgets, until at one point I turned around and there was some dude standing there just well, watching me and not saying a thing. I logged out immediately LOL. And this one made me and Molten melt into a pile of laughter. A table. Clicked “use” and look at the result …

*snikker*

Hear your heartbeat
Beat a frantic pace
And it’s not even seven AM
You’re feeling the rush
of anguish settling
You cannot help showing them in.
Hurry up then
Or you’ll fall behind and
They will take control of you
And you need to heal
The hurt behind your eyes
Fickle words crowding your mind
So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in,
Like waves of sweet fire, you’re safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in,
And carry you over to a new morning
Try as you might
You try to give it up
Seems to be holding on fast
It’s hand in your hand
A shadow over your
A beggar for soul in your face
Still it don’t matter
If you won’t listen
If you won’t let them follow you
You just need to heal
Make good all your lies
Move on and don’t look behind
Day after day
Fickle visions
Messing with your head
Fickle, vicious
Sleeping in your bed
Messing with your head
Fickle visions
Fickle, vicious

Poets of The Fall ~ Sleep

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday courtesy of supplicium post mortem. Come write a 250-word story (erotic? tgi oriented?). Start any time Friday, finish by 6pm PDT Saturday. Post the link to your story in the comments here or on Twitter. Try to include the wildcards.

• flautist
• macaroini
• black clouds
  

Spread the word, and have fun!

She could hear it inbetween the gusts of angry wind outside. The faint sound of the melodic flute. The flautist was a regular fixture in the town square every Saturday morning. She sat in the small attic at a ratty desk overlooking the town square through a dusty cobwebbed window. A plate of cold, half eaten macaroni sat beside her. She had sat there all morning with a head of black clouds, writing . Words just would not come so she sat there gazing out the window instead looking for some respite from her lack of creativity.

It was then she saw him. Standing there in the shadows, watching. Surely he couldn’t see her from here? Every Saturday this man, this dark mysterious man would appear around 10am. Stand and watch the flautist play. She in turn would watch him through the cobwebbed window. This morning was no different than any other Saturday except for the piercing gaze directed right at her, through that dank, dark little window. She gasped.How long had he known she was there watching?

The voyeristic side in her liked the idea of not being seen. The ability to watch, discover and breathe people in. Her gaze locked on his, not faltering for a moment she smiled. He smiled back and his lips began to move in silence.

She watched intently as she saw the words form, “I see you too” and with that, a smirk appears in the corner of his mouth, followed by a wink.

She blushes, smiles back, the heat in her crotch apparent and picks up her pen and begins writing a fantasy…

“I don’t want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself…”
-The Divinyls

This is probably part one of a couple of posts I want to write so here goes hehe (this would have been up earlier but I was distracted)

So May is suppossedly masturbation month. I dunno about you but I just don’t have the time nor the energy to wank everyday this month, but some days I can try make up for it by having three or four sessions hehe. The past two days I more than well made up for the last week at least.

Masturbation may was started by Good Vibrations in 1995, to protest the firing of sex-positive U.S. Surgeon General Jocelyn Elders. Elders suggested that masturbation should be a part of sex education and was then fired from her post. Why did they choose May for this blessed month? Because “the merry, merry month of May” has long been seen as symbolizing sexual awakening. Heh pagan rituals and sabbats come to mind.

Masturbation has such an interesting history.  It’s also the safest sex out, think about it … no pregnancy and no STD’s.  And hell it’s fun. Figures show between 70 -95% of adult men and women masturbate.

Let’s look at the word itself. I like words. I like to know the history of them and how they came about. There are four main meanings when searching for the etymological (study of the history of words) meaning of the word.

masturbate ~ verb stimulate one’s genitals with one’s hand for sexual pleasure (ORIGIN Latin~ masturbari)

• to disturb (oneself) by hand
• to milk by disturbing (oneself)
• to defile (oneself) by hand
• to defile (oneself) by milking

THE GOOD STUFF THAT COMES (hehe yea I know bad pun) FROM SELF PLEASURE…

Self Knowledge.
Masturbation is the first, safest, and best way to get to know how your sexual body works. As an educational tool for self knowledge, masturbation beats any book hands down (gawd lotsa puns today *snikker*)

Great for insomnia.
I don’t know about you but I damn well know it’s a great way to help one sleep.

Pain relief. Apparently because of all those wonderful endorphins floating around in your body after a good wanking session can help relieve pain such as sore joints, headaches (yes the I have a headache excuse is kinda void) menstrual cramps and other things. It’s a natural pain relief.

Stress relief.
It’s a healthy, drug free, non pharmaceutical tool right at your fingertips.

MYTHS ABOUT SELF PLEASURE…

Masturbation isn’t real sex.
FAIL … it is real. Sometimes some of those orgasms you have when masturbating are the best, most real you get.

Masturbation is bad for your health.
This myth originated with an anti-masturbation tract that was written in 1712 as a way to sell a bogus “tonic” that was supposed to stop the disease of “self-pollution”. From sillies labelling it as cause to make one go blind, insane, get acne or hair will grow on your palms. All claims that have been refuted by science. Today virtually all physicians and scholars agree that masturbation is harmless.

Only certain kinds of people masturbate.
Survey research debunks this myth. Whether you are 19 or 99, religious and conservative or secular and liberal, whether you are a parent, grandparent, uncle or aunt, whether you get around on your own two legs or use a wheelchair, scooter, crutches, or roller-skates to get around, almost everyone has masturbated at some point in their lives, and most of us continue to do so.

MASTURBATION IN HISTORY…

1712 ~ Publication of the First Influential Anti-Masturbation Tract
The war on masturbation began in proper somewhere around 1712 when an anonymous doctor published a text entitled: Onania; or, The Heinous Sin of Self Pollution, and all its Frightful Consequences… The text warned against the dangers of defiling your own body, and offered a series of cures (that could be purchased). According to historian Thomas Laqueur’s Solitary Sex, one can trace much of hysteria and misinformation surrounding masturbation to this first work of fiction masquerading as medicine.

Corn Flakes, Graham Crackers, and Other Anti-Masturbatory Devices
The late 1800s to the early 1900s were dark days for masturbation. During this time both Corn Flakes and Graham Crackers were developed in an effort to curb masturbatory impulses in young boys (which were seen as leading to poor health, mental illness, and all manner of evil). Between 1856 and 1932 the U.S. Patent Office approved 33 patents for “anti-masturbation” devices. These torture devices developed by physicians and moralistic inventors alike ranged from spiked rings to male chastity belts to electrifying devices that would be sufficient for “burning the flesh” causing “great physical pain, and possible mutilation”.

There’s a hell of alot to be said for a good wanking session. Infact just writing about it has made me feel the urge to explore myself just a little more …

Cornflakes anyone?

the quiet of solitude
the flicker of  flames
naked flesh

the voyer
the heat of passion
lust