WaxPlay 101

 My lover found me the perfect Christmas gift, a Celtic collar in one of my favorite colors. I've always said that I didn't want a diamond, and if we ever exchange rings, I wanted him to make mine a dark sapphire set in silver/white gold. Since our wedding isn't until October 2019, we have awhile to find a ring, and in the meantime I can wear my perfect Celtic collar whenever I need to feel his ownership of me.

It latches in the back like a regular dog-collar does - which was a desire of mine, as opposed to clasps, ties, or clips. It fits me with holes to spare - and being a BBW that was a legitimate concern as many that I've tried on were designed with smaller necks in mind. My man tried it on himself and even had the shop clerk try it on for him since apparently she seemed like she was my size. I am a Celtic Pagan. Most of my tattoos (shown below) are Celtic or at least Celtic inspired. So this collar works for me on SO many levels. Just another show of how well my man knows me!

It was an awesome Christmas. Between the firecupping set, the waxplay set and the collar that he gave me, the bondage rope that I gave him, and the moose leather flogger that's on it's way to us as I type (which was supposed to come last week, but will be here in time for my birthday on Wednesday), this was a very kinky Christmas for us.

On to Wax Play; be sure to use unscented candles as candles with scents tend to burn hotter and are more likely to burn the skin. Natural soy or beeswax are best as they burn at lower temps, and the softer the wax of the candle to the touch, the lower temperature that it will burn at. You are always looking for low temp burning candles as they are the least likely to burn the skin of the person being waxed. If it seems too hot to the waxee you can always raise the candle higher from the skin - the further it falls from the candle to the skin the longer the wax has to cool before hitting the victim, umm, waxee.

Before doing any waxing, you need to rub oil into the skin that will be waxed. Baby Oil is the best apparently, but I can't stand the smell of it, so mineral oil is the next best. But any oil can be used... since we didn't have any this evening, we just used some warming massage oil / lube that we had handy and it worked fine. The purpose of the oil is to help with the wax removal and to help with preventing burns by creating a slight barrier/layer between the skin and the wax. If you do not rub oil into the skin, the wax is more likely to "stick" to the skin or hurt when it's removed. This evening we were waxing my boobs, so they got a nice rub down prior to beginning the scene.

I loved how, in the below picture, the white undercoat of wax looks like a bukkake scene from a porn clip. I can't imagine that actually just sitting there waiting for man after man to cum on you would be all that sexy or fun, but I often love the end result of seeing the woman covered in cum with it dripping off of her face and boobs... anyways, I digress, this is NOT cum, this is the white undercoat of wax on my boobs. You are always supposed to put down an undercoat like this as colored wax burns hotter then white. If you went straight to the colors, you are more likely to burn the waxee. Even through this undercoat of white wax, the color that is dripped on me later on in the scene feels hotter then the white wax felt, so I was thankful for the white undercoat.

We have a friend who uses a little crockpot to melt white candles, rather then dripping the undercoat on. With a pot of melted wax at your disposal the undercoat would go on a lot faster and allow you to get to the color designs quicker - you just use a measuring cup or large spoon and splash on the undercoat to your desired skin. But, for me personally, I enjoy the dripping sensation, and never really knowing where exactly the next drop will hit, so I prefer just using a candle for the entire process.

After you have a good solid coat of white, then you can move on to the colors. I find it to be a very artsy and pretty look to have all the drips and drops of color splattering my boobs. Tho it was hard to keep my arms/hands still and holding my breasts up for waxing. The colored wax really does burn hotter and in the few small drops that hit me where the white undercoat wasn't, caused delicious almost too-much pain sensations to course through my body.

Part of the fun of Wax Play, to me, is the removal of the wax. We can incorporate knife play which is another of my favorites into this part of the scene. Feeling the blade scrape across my flesh. Trusting my partner to do this to me is an awesome feeling. Knowing that the slightest nick could draw blood, it's a great rush. Below is the knife we've found to be one of the best for wax removal. Its long thin blade can get between the wax and my skin with the precision needed for the task. I ordered this particular knife from budk.com as a novelty item for $2.95. I guess there isn't much of a market for real flip-open pocket knives that have 7" blades, but it works great for our purposes. I recommend this site for any blades/weapon play. They have great prices for great looking items and while none of them are actual weapon quality (you really get what you pay for) all of the knives/weapons we've ordered from them have been more then adequate for our needs.

It's tough to get action shots when you're both trying to enjoy the play but I think that the below shots are pretty good. It looks both dangerous and fun - tho perhaps the fun part of that is only from my kinky mind enjoying the danger aspect. I think that many more people are turned on by danger then they might realize. Everyone who gets on an amusement park ride because they love the thrill of it, would probably love the feel of a knife pressed to their body by someone they trust. My man says he feels like a surgeon when he is using a knife on me. I like the scraping and rubbing and peeling. Plus between the oil and the wax, my skin feels soft and smooth after a good wax session. Soft skin and rubbing hands as counterpoint to the harsh steel and scratching blade. The wax falling away as the metal rends it from my skin. Mmmm....

Be still, my love. There is a knife pressed to your heart. A knife that could as easily slice flesh as simply set here. Trust me; I have the power here. You are my sub to do with what I want. This knife pressed to your breasts is a symbol of my dominance over you. I choose whether to release you or to cut your flesh. Your blood is mine, your body is mine, you are mine. I won't hurt you. Because you give yourself to me so willingly, so graciously, so beautifully, I will only do what pleases us both. Because you trust me, I won't hurt you. And because I don't hurt you, you trust me.

Thanksgiving Day, 2010 - This year I am thankful for orgies...

Wow! Two orgies in a week - I think that I have moved into Penthouse Letters territory here! Fun fun times.

There are so many good and bad things about group sex that I am having a difficult time putting my thoughts into order here which is why it's been a few days between the actual events and the blogs here lately. But, I am getting around to writing as my brain settles into a calmer thought pattern about it all. We've met some super cool people through the orgy group. People who we will hopefully get a chance to play with again in a less intimidating situation. Because that's my general feel on the orgy scene: intimidating. I enjoyed myself because I knew everyone there (as opposed to the gangbang the weekend prior), but it is still not a relaxing nor really sexy atmosphere. As long as I know majority of people there, I think I will start feeling more and more comfortable to the whole thing.

The most important fact that I feel the need to point out is that I love my man more and more the further we explore this new sexual life we've been delving into lately. There has not been a single second in any of the experiences that we've shared that have made me think that I prefer the wild, crazy and new to our own personal sex life. It's like eating at a five-star steak restaurant majority of the time and every once in awhile still wanting Burger King. Something new and fun and different is just that- new and fun and different. Not better, not replacing, not threatening- just different.

Majority of the vanilla friends that I have that I feel free enough to talk about this side of my life with are always act worried that swinging will ruin my relationship. They think that because I can share my man's body with another woman that I don't love him as much as they love their man. But, also most of them I've been able to convince that this is SO not the case. Perhaps it's because I don't equate physical play with emotional love that I am able to move past any "natural" jealousy issues that arise and move right into the fun of it all.

Take the other night for instance. at the Thanksgiving Day Orgy, we had a thirteensome spread mainly across two king sized beds and then also throughout a huge two story house. There were 5 couples, 2 singles gals, and 1 single guy that all played with each other. Well, all the girls played with everyone, and all the guys played with just the girls. While there might have been a few guys there that were on the bicurious side, for all practical purposes the girls were all heteroflexible and the guys were simply non-homophobic. I laughed when my man said that he found having seven girls to play with a little overwhelming - I asked him how he thought I felt when, since I don't make the gender distinction in playtime, there were 12 new people for me to touch that evening (tho I use the term "new" loosely as I had played with most everyone there prior to that night).

It is a little overwhelming tho - I have yet to decide if I am a huge fan of this group thing. It's fun in concept, and it is really fun in reality, but it is more on the FUN side of activities then the incredibly sexual or sensual to me. I love sitting there and watching all the live porn being acted out in front of me. I enjoy playing with all the naked bodies and all the cuddling and kissing that goes on, but as far as it being a super huge turn on and making me cum harder or quicker or whatever - it didn't. But it was fun. I will definitely be going back for more. I do find it interesting that of the six males there I know at least four of them had issues with the whole orgy scene and anxiety affecting their performance, so it seems that men would be even less likely to want to repeat the activity, yet all of them do want to, as soon as possible please, Lol. I guess it's the same as I view it, even if I don't get off as much or as easily or as good as at home with my love, it's still fun and better then sitting around playing cards.

Unless you are playing cards like these girls...

My night as a pussy bouncer...

 So, this other night at a gangbang...


I never thought I would be able to start a sentence that way! But, lucky me, now I can. My friend's husband advertised on SLS.com and got a bunch of random guys over to fuck her while she was blindfolded. She was the main course for the evening. There was good and bad to my experience. Sex is always a fun and it's an interesting hobby to enjoy with my man. Since I didn't have to do anything (or anyone) that I didn't want to, it was a good experience overall. Tho I alternately both felt envy for and felt sorry for my friend. As the saying goes, she got banged harder then a Salvation Army drum. Which is a good thing! Long and constant full feeling. Throbbing cocks filling you over and over. Men pawing you and wanting you and focusing on you. Being the main course for an evening would have it's upsides too.

My man and I went to the event with a friend of ours... I was there to play fluffer to my man, our friend and the main course's husband if needed. While we are swingers, my man and I prefer to meet and befriend our fucks prior to playing with them so I was careful to avoid touching anything of anyones that I didn't have prior OK to touch. One of the many reasons that swinging works for us is that we are loving and respectful of each other and our mutual rules. So while I felt kind of like I was ignoring people at the after party orgy to the gangbang but the fact that my man and I went home happy and comfortable with everything that happened made up for any momentary rudeness I felt about keeping my hands to myself when there were so many cocks and boobs put in my face to touch.

I, personally, am too picky about who I allow to touch me to ever be OK with inviting random strangers from the internet over to fuck me. I would have to screen them, in person, ahead of time and approve their persons and personalities before I would actually enjoy allowing them to have their ways with me. But, since I was just the pussy bouncer and not the main course for the evening, that aspect of the situation wasn't up to me. My blindfolded friend seemed to enjoy herself throughout the all the fucking and sucking, so that's what made the gangbang work.

It got off to a little bit of a rocky start as there were a couple couples that posted themselves up against the wall of the bedroom and just stood there and studied the scene on the bed like we were all intensely interesting specimens at a lab. Wide-eyed shock and awe emanated from them. But, they didn't participate and they didn't act like they were even slightly turned on by the debauchery going on ten feet from them. What gives with that? How can you watch a live porn being acted out in front of you and not show the slightest sign of being turned on by the scene? What makes a person be open enough to show up at a gangbang, yet huddle against the wall and tremble whenever anyone suggests they join in the fun?

Back to me, the pussy bouncer, it was my "job" for the evening to make sure all cocks were condom covered and the main course's pussy remained moist enough for all the fucking that took place. I used more lube in that one evening then I think has been used in all my personal sexual nights put together. I used my hands and my mouth to keep her turned on and ready for each cock as it came her way. I've discovered recently that I am heteroflexible (which means straight until the lights go off) so I enjoy kissing and touching a woman's body. I love feeling her go soft and turned on  under my hands.

The gangbang progressed as you would expect a gangbang to progress. Man after man took his turn next to the main course and she fondled him and sucked on him for awhile until he was hard enough for a condom and once wrapped the dick would pound her til either nerves took over and killed the guys' erection or he came from the stimulation. And, by then another guy had been fluffed by her and was ready to take the last guys place in her pussy. This continued for about a half dozen guys... two of which were creepy old fuckers who, had the blindfold not been in place, the main course would probably not wanted to play with... hence the blindfold I guess.

After the gangbang was over, the organization degenerated into a pile of bodies touching and mouthing and fucking. Over the course of the evening there were about 15-20 people there, but at the end of it there were nine of us in the two king-sized beds that were pushed together in the bedroom. I've never seen so much live sex performed in front of my eyes ever. It was amazing fun to watch all the bodies writhing, hands groping, mouths kissing and sucking, and the cocks disappearing into various orifices.

Our friend enjoyed it immensely too. As he said, he had sex with a girl and had three different girls suck on his cock all in one evening, what more could a guy want?

Sunday Night BDSM Pics

Here are a couple pictures of my ass from the other night... Red and sore, sore and red... next day sitting in my office chair at work was a constant reminder of the fun I'd had the night before... I always say, if I don't have bruises the next day, then the sex wasn't worth it.

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Also, I just ordered the below "Evil Stick" online this weekend in black and purple. Hopefully I will have some nice new pictures to share here in the next couple weeks... this is supposed to leave nice heart shaped bruises/marks on my ass... 

Have a Slutty Halloween!

Underneath it all...

I am getting ready for Halloween here... it's one of my favorite holidays. I thought I would share some pictures of the costume I am wearing this year.

Another of the underpinnings...

Adding the petticoat and fishnets...

I've decided to be a pirate wench... this is the first year in awhile that I've actually purchased a costume online and am not making a homemade one. Homemade is awesome, but just doesn't compare to purchased, at least not when I made them, Lol. So "Vixen Pirate Wench" from www.HolloweenExpress.com it is...

The costume... without the lower half...

Sexy Pirate hat...

Now I am just waiting on my boots to arrive. I am a fan of SinisterSoles.com for shoes and I ordered the Bordello Whimsey in black velvet...

I will post some more pictures of it all together once it's all arrived and I've tried it on. Maybe I even will post some pictures of my man in his sexy medieval badass costume.

Until then...

Enjoy me in yellow...

 

 

 

 

 

and pink...

and nothing at'all...

;-)

Swinging Horrors, Take One.

My man is an awesome chef. He does most of the cooking  around our house. His specialty is Mexican food - burritos, fajitas, tacos, enchiladas, etc... So I said this to him... "Hun, you know that even tho I love your Mexican food, and I absolutely LOVE when you cook fajitas for me, we both still enjoy going to El Gran Rodeo occasionally right? So what do you think about taking the same approach to our sex life?"

And... now my man and I have been doing the swinging thing for a few months! 

It's been, well, an experience to say the least. This is my second foray into the world of swinging and his first - although we've both had numerous casual and exotic relationships before. He's had many many threesomes as have I, and I've had many foursomes and moresomes. He's dated strippers and whores and been a pimp and a gigolo. I've had masters and slaves, I've had a sugar daddy and been the nympho in many relationships.

I could tell you stories upon stories of the first time a man and I tried swinging, and most of them would make you cringe rather then cum. So many people in this type of life are only in it for themselves. They are only in it because they aren't happy with their partner. Their attitude is more along the lines of "my lover sucks, in the bad way, so why don't I foist him off on some random girl while I get to fuck someone new and hopefully better then my own guy in bed, and if he is at all worth it I will then try to steal the new better lover away from his current relationship"(and of course that happens with both genders, not just women).

All that said, this is the first time and first relationship that either my man or I have been in that we cared SO much about our partner and yet still wanted to try opening up the bedroom to others. I actually kind of find it ironic that one of the only men that I've dated who is completely happy with just me and just monogamy is one of the few that I'm trying to convert into a swinger... Other men and other relationships have been rocky from the start and I wouldn't even think of broaching the concept with them - because they would take the conversation me giving them carte blanc to go fuck anything that moves behind my back (which many of them did anyways).

I think that perhaps it is BECAUSE my man and I are SO stable and secure in our monogamy that we feel free to explore some different spices to add to our relationship. It is because I trust him completely with my heart, soul and body, that I trust that I can give him other women to play with and know that it won't end up in cheating and it wont be difficult  for us to do safely and honestly and that it wont mess up what we have. As I told him. If I had to choose between monogamy forever or messing up what we have, it wouldn't even be a choice in my mind, all other men would become faint blurs on the edge of my vision. And, because I know he feels the same way, we can add a little dash of this and that to our sex life and not risk what we are to each other.

I enjoy watching him have pleasure. Whether it's from me or another woman doesn't matter. I love him and hence his enjoyment alone brings me pleasure, and he is the same way. He knows I am going home with him at the end of the night, so why not be able to watch a live porn acted out in front of his eyes with the woman he loves as the star ... he's always had voyeuristic tendencies anyways! Lol.


Which is a good thing since the only way we will swing with anyone is after we get to know and like them as people. We totally understand if people only want a bedroom based relationship (and we don't think it's wrong in the slightest - just doesn't work for us). We are up front and honest with people from the get-go and tell them that we don't put out on the first date, and maybe not even the 2nd or 3rd. We give people the chance to back out because of this friendship first arrangement. If we meet them in person, then it's with the understanding that we all will spend numerous nights getting to know each other before anything more then a goodnight kiss occurs. We feel that the only way any of this will work is if everyone is honest and on the same page. So, we are very sure to lay it all out before meeting anyone.

Now given this approach of ours, we assume that we will avoid situations like what ended up happening many times to me the last time I was in this life. BUT it has happened to us. We have met many decent people who we've become friends with over the past few months. We have met a few absolutely awesome couples that we are enjoying getting to know and creating a friendship with in addition to all the benefits that we're enjoying as well. Two couples in particular we've become really good friends with and enjoy them in and out of the bedroom. 

One couple in particular I would like to gripe about for a minute and to use as an example of things NOT to do when getting into swinging. These people... we shall call them John and Mary... got the usual lecture from us before even a few minutes of chatting had gone by online (weeks ago). They knew we wouldn't meet til we got a feel for them, and we wouldn't hook up for at least a few face-to-face meetings had occurred.


Even after hearing all this, they continued to chat with us and flirt with us and talked about how awesome it was to meet people who actually wanted to be friends with them and not just get into their pants. It seemed like a promising start to a fun friendship. The only thing that made my man pause was how John would chat him up first thing in the morning and want to know intimate details about me and my pussy.

Anyways, the other night we decided to meet up with them for dinner. We figured it would be a safe time to meet since they "were in town anyways" for a football game that started at 7pm. So, we had a sure excuse to leave after an hour in case we didn't like them. Well, we didn't like them. John in particular was a total redneck creep. His pictures may have technically been him, but they did not show the dirtiness, rudeness, or the sausage like fingers that tried to grope me under the table. He had all the sex appeal of a "funny uncle" who will someday get caught on that "how to catch a predator" show. I cannot describe the deep instinctual shudders that ran through me after less then five minutes in his presence. But, since this scene is about only casual sex, and I claim not to be a shallow person, I didn't run screaming from the restaurant and attempted to give him a chance to have a winning personality or at least some kind of redeeming quality that would make me forget about the creep-factor.

It just went from bad to worse, but since we are decent people, we were friendly and fun and maybe a little more flirty then we should have been. We stood in the parking lot and chatted as I constantly edged further and further away from him as he tried to hone in on my personal space. They claimed their football game didn't actually start until 7:30pm now and that they didn't mind being late to it. We finally managed to make our excuses and got away from them. As we were waxing miserable about them in the car home, they called us and wanted to know if they could come over because they really enjoyed us and wanted to spend more time with us and even wanted to skip their football game (which was their whole reason for being in town in the first place) in order to be with us that night. We claimed tiredness and promised to get back to them by the end of the weekend.


Well, we sent them a very polite email within 24 hours which read: 

"Hey there! Thanks for meeting us last night. We appreciated the conversations and friendliness! For the sake of honesty, we wanted to let you know that we don't think that it will work for us in the swinging sense - the chemistry wasn't there, at least on our side. If you guys are OK with friendship, we would be cool with hanging out again sometime. Again, we enjoyed the company. Hope you have a good rest of the weekend!"

Then we got the following response: 

"your obviusly the new guys at this. there wasnt any chemistry there 4 us toward u.but we was going try to give it a shot.Good luck finding what your looking for . to be honest it will be hard for you to find any people that will play ur dum game of lets hang out till we feel like we want to have sex. most people dont have time to play the gettin 2 b friends game . we were willin to try it 4 you but no more.we dont want u guys anyways i do wish you well in finding what your looking for"

Well, at least he wished us luck, Lol. Come to find out, John has a horrible reputation in the local scene of being a total creep. I started talking to some of the other women I've gotten to know this time around in the lifestyle and they backed me up about him- which made me feel at least a little better. Apparently he has an uncircumcised  micro-penis with head cheese and only manages to keep Mary around because he swings with her (and allows her to swing without him). He did the same thing to keep his ex-wife and they eventually had to drive up to 6-8 hours away to meet couples who would actually meet them and they have never had a second actual sex swinging night with anyone because he is THAT bad. SO I've compiled a list of things we've learned from them:

• Don't constantly ask another man about his wife/gf's pussy if you claim to want to try and be friends.
• Don't come up with bogus reasons to be in the area near the people you want to swing with, otherwise they will find out that you've lied and then you've blown your first impression.
• Don't come to a first date dressed in too tight jeans and a black t-shirt with satanic symbols all over it. 
• Dont talk about planning to beat up your kids and their friends on a first date. 
• Don't eat 4 plates of chinese buffet and spill it all over yourself on a first date. 
• Don't stare at the cleavage of the female half of the couple you're meeting for the first time constantly to the point of NEVER meeting her eyes in a 90 minute time span. 
• Don't put your hands on the female unless her man invites you to.
• Don't act like you can't get enough of the couple and cant wait to have them if you plan to have sour grapes about the fact that they aren't into you. 
• Don't say you're ok with a friendship when you obviously are only into notching your bedpost. 
• Don't try to get in someone's pants when you have nothing to offer in yours (cleanliness and SKILLS count as something - at least have those).
• Don't send emails to couples that can be made fun of on SO many levels.   

 Don't come out of the Deliverance movie, period...

 

Being at Eye to Pussy Level - Front Row at a Strip Club

I don't know what I expected when we went to the strip club last weekend.After all the complaining my male friends have done over the years about how aloof dancing girls are and how strict clubs can be about the men so much as thinking about touching the girls, I guess I thought it was more of a performance - more in line with the shows in vegas where the girls are untouchable actresses WAY out of reach of every audience member.

That was not the case, at this strip club at least. I saw more naked female pussies and asses in the span of two hours or so then I have seen in my entire life put together (outside of porn)!

Now, after reading some of my blogs, you might have the mistaken impression that I've "been there done that" with everything sexual; far from it. Actually, up until this past weekend, I had never been to a strip club before. I decided a long while ago that it was time to change this fact, but for one reason or another, we haven't gone to one until this past Friday night. "We" in this case is my boyfriend and I. We've been together for two years. We are happy, in love, and have never fought; I mean, we have never even said a cross word to each other. We don't raise our voices, don't get under each others skins, and rarely even disagree, even on small things like what restaurant to go to for dinner (we always seem to be in the mood for Mexican, Lol). It's awesome.

I mention our lack of ever conflicting over activity plans that to say this - when I mentioned I wanted him to take me with him to a strip club, as usual, he agreed that it was a great idea without hesitation (tho I realize that the fact that he is male may have had something to do with that too).

We've been flirting with the idea of seeking out a threesome and/or another couple to have some adult playtime with, and after talking about it with him, going to a strip club seemed like a good first step to prove to him that I am comfortable being around naked females. He knows that I am not bi-sexual. I may be somewhat bi-curious (especially on the occasion that a Catherine Zeta Jones movie is on TV - she's my girl crush... YUMMY), BUT I do not have any desire to (a.) be alone with a woman in bed or (b.) actually date a female. Women are way too complicated and too confusing to even think about being around full-time (I'm female, so I am allowed to say that, Lol). Heck, I don't even enjoy majority of the females I've ever met on even just a friendship level (I'd estimate 80% of women are the type I can't be friends with).

I knew that the past years of hearing me deny any sort of bisexuality had to be overcome before my man would believe that I am interested in threesomes and moresomes. SO... one of the many reasons I really wanted to go to a strip club was that it was a good way to prove that I enjoyed watching and being around the naked female body. However, I enjoy cock too much to ever even think about giving it up by permanently switching to dating or sleeping with one of the species that lacks that body appendage.

 .We rounded up our go-to friend - you know the one - all couples have that certain friend/couple that they call whenever they want to make plans to do anything. Well, we hang out with him regularly - watching movies, going to the shooting range to target practice, I do his hair up in Jamaican braids monthly, we have BBQs, ect... (and, in our case, he is a previous swinging partner of mine when I was dating a previous bf - since my man and him get along so well, if we can find a single female for him, he's on our short-list to be a player in the aforementioned threesomes and moresomes).

Anyways, we called him up regarding the strip club plan for the evening, and of course, being male, he was more then willing to come with us... I think he said something to the effect of "titties? hell yeah, I'm in!"

Of course, I did my typical OCD thing and called ahead to the strip club to make sure they were open (on a Friday night) and to see if there was a dress code and what the rules of the club were ... I'm a stickler for rules (in public, hehe) and wanted to make sure my first experience at a strip club wasn't my last because I got kicked out for something retarded - like wearing a hat, or certain clothes - apparently there is a big problem with street gang activity in Princeton, WV (*said sarcastically*), and they all shop the same stores, so they have banned wearing certain brand names in the club). Once I'd satisfied that side of my personality, we drove an hour to Southern Xposure in Princeton, WV.

I loved it! Anyone who's been in my house knows that I have the naked female body as artwork and decoration all over the place. I think we are simply beautiful. And, I realized that the strip club is an outlet where I can watch nude female bodies purposefully being extra sexy and beautiful with no pressure. Each girl danced to three songs; one in a costume, one in just a g-string and highheels, and the final dance completely naked except for the heels. There were about eight girls working the night we were there, plus the "special performer" of the night who was a traveling stripper and porn actress named Brandy May (who's website is linked to her name). We were there to watch a full cycle - one three-song routine for each girl working, and then a repeat of a couple girls. We also watched Brandy's show. She brought a local DJ, the Big Johnson, up on stage since it was his birthday, and she made him strip to the waist and pretend to be a bucking bronco while she used a belt as a collar and leash and rode him while "trying" to stay on - it gave a whole new meaning to the term "bareback."

I have never been so, ummm, eye-to-pussy with a female before! A couple of the dancers had their clit hoods pierced, and all of the dancers were clean shaven - babybutt bald. Watching them dance was a definite turn on for both me and my man (and our friend enjoyed it too of course, and he headed off to the private room a couple times during the evening).  The girls would dance as if they were having "air sex" and seemed to really enjoy the fact that I was female and I was tipping.

I didn't know that the dancers could get so close to the audience! Since I was in the front row and the stage was elevated, there were numerous times when, if I had stuck my tongue out at the dancer, I would have gotten her off...

Anything besides vanilla is feared - Proposition 8

Comics against Prop 8 ... Jack Black is Jesus!

I just saw the video linked above the other day and I’ve been reading a lot of my fellow adult bloggers writings’ lately and it seems like the current hot button issue with many of them is the judge striking down “Proposition 8” in CA as unconstitutional. I’m putting my two cents out there regarding this next step towards making marriage legal for everyone.

For anyone who’s lived under a rock for the past year or so, Proposition 8 was a law enacted in CA that banned homosexuals from getting married. The religious right and their “marriage equals only one man and one woman” slogans and bumper stickers championed this proposition. People who believe things like “homosexuality is not just a sin against God, but a sin against nature" and “homosexual sex as harmful as drug abuse, prostitution or smoking” raised irrational fears and caused a panic. And, unfortunately the ban was initially passed. But, Proposition 8 was challenged almost immediately in the court system. This week, Federal Judge Vaughn Walker has struck down the ban stating it was unconstitutional because (the below is loosely quoted from a couple CNN articles):

“Proposition 8 demanded discrimination solely on the basis of sexual preferences and sexual orientation and it places the force of law behind discrimination against gays and lesbians and the belief that their relationships do not deserve the recognition of society. Proposition 8 somehow passed even though no rational basis for this discrimination was presented. The only reason for Proposition 8, he wrote, is a moral view that there is something wrong with homosexuals, and that is not a permissible reason for legislation. “Moral disapproval alone,” he wrote, in words that could help change history, “is an improper basis on which to deny rights.’”

OK. News flash over. On to the fun stuff. I’ve come to the conclusion that majority of people are afraid of anything except vanilla sex and they will do everything possible to try and squeeze the world into their idea of a “normal” life – married, 2.5 kids and a white picket fence in the suburbs and sex in the missionary position every third weeknight with the lights off.

Here is a little about me. My man and I have been together for over two years, and living together for almost that length of time. We both were tired of dating and agreed to go on one "non-date" and see what happened. Well, short story is that we clicked, and fast forward to today. We are still best friends, have never been seriously upset with each other, living together is awesome, and we are talking about opening up the relationship a little and bringing others into our bedroom (a friend of mine is going to film an adult movie at my house and we both want to ummm "entertain" the actors when they're off-camera. I mean, someone has to keep those cocks hard and pussies wet while they’re waiting for their turn in the spotlight- they can’t be allowed to go into the scene looking bored and limp).

I've been in the swinging scene before and the dom/sub scene, and heck, I was in college after all – I kissed a girl before Katy Perry made it cool. My Hunny has also had various levels of open relationships. But, even as great as things are with us, I have no desire to marry him, nor him to marry me.

I was at a cocktail reception in honor of a family friend the other day and a few different people whom I hadn't seen in 10+ years were making marriage comments to me. No matter how much I tried to explain that I wasn't interested, they seemed to think that it just meant that my man isn't the right one and when I meet "Mr. Right" I will want marriage and babies. Finally, I just started saying that I love my man, I love our life together and that I've no desire to change (and most likely ruin) our blissful relationship just because the sex-starved majority think that a ring should be my only goal. Then I asked them when the last time they had sex with the "love of their life" was because I can generally count the span between getting laid in hours ... and that shut them up. Mortified my mother, but it made the rude questions stop.

However, as much as I do not want marriage in my own life, I do NOT think it is the government’s place to legislate who I could or couldn’t marry! It seems to me that the very definition of separating church and state should have kept this proposal completely off the table. It’s beyond my comprehension how this supposedly free nation could have allowed a law to be passed when it does nothing but attempt to enforce the religious right’s fear of homosexuality.

Because that’s what it is - fear. Just because their holy book says so, the thought of two women or two men falling in love has been brainwashed into them as something ugly instead of something beautiful. I still remember the first time I caught my hunny checking out a chick a few weeks into our relationship. He realized I saw him and was doing that stammering thing that men do when caught in this situation. They are trying to think of some excuse for having eyes that still work when apparently most women think that men’s eyes are supposed to become defective as soon as they are in a relationship with him.

Joking aside, I am straight (mostly), but I do appreciate a woman’s body. We’re beautiful. I’ve had threesomes (MMF and MFF) and foursomes and I am not afraid of touching and being touched. There are quite a few things sexually that I have no interest in doing with a woman, whereas I have next to no limits with men (just the usual - no scat, kids or animals).

But, more importantly to the marriage subject, I’ve never felt even slightly emotionally attracted to a female. I have only loved men in that way. And, since marriage, under the fancy dress and ceremony, is just a legal contract to express the love and commitment that two people have towards each other, I would only ever take that step with a man.

This very fact, that I have a definite opinion about my own sexuality and who I would want to marry if I was so inclined and me knowing that these drives weren’t given to me by someone nor was I coerced into them through societal/religious brainwashing, makes me a complete believer in the fact that whether you’re homo or hetero is not a choice - it is in your nature. I don’t want someone telling me what I can and cannot enjoy in the privacy of my own home with a willing partner, so it only follows that I won’t tell someone else they can’t do “x” – fair is fair after all.

How would Proposition 8 proponents feel if we banded together and made it law that, oh I don’t know, having sex without using a whip was illegal? Or decided that no one was allowed to get married until they had fucked their partner regularly for at least a month? That last one is something which any sane person would do anyways, but most the Proposition 8 supporters that I know aren’t sane. They are all definitely more the “sex is a sin which will make me burn in a lake of fire for all eternity unless I have a ring on the third finger of my left hand, but once I get that ring then sex is OK in missionary position only” type of people.

I guarantee you that even they, these sex-phobic haters, would be on the side of personal privacy if it was theirs being threatened. How can they think that it is moral, by anyone’s standards, to outlaw something natural that people are born feeling/being? The last time someone tried to make genetic traits/heritage illegal/evil, he started World War II.

Besides all that, this is just plain hot!

(Can't forget all the sexy gay men, represented here with Adam Lambert! I love Glambert and his music ... 20 days until I see him in concert - it will be my first real concert ever, outside of small local bands at bars.)