tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174526502024-03-08T05:30:41.624+11:00The Erotic Life of a Sex RadicalI'm a sex radical feminist, I like the term since it encapsulated my subjective experience about sex, gender, and sexuality. This blog is mainly about my so-called vibrant sex life. I am bi, polyamourous, kinky, & self-professed slut & I‘ve realised there isn’t much erotica out there that I dig, so I thought I’d try my own hand at it, so to speak. Aside from this, there will be my ponderences in regards to sex, gender, and sexuality from a sociological perspective as it’s my main area of study.Intellectual Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983529771304654888noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17452650.post-62733278268275578122016-04-25T13:57:00.001+10:002016-04-25T13:57:37.299+10:00Catch-up ***content warning.WARNING: I will be discussing a <<sexual assault>> that I have survived, it is _not_ especially pleasant. Unfortunately, this is real. Most of the stories posted on here are mere fantasy.<br />
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A lot of things have come to past in my life since my last post. Some good, but mostly bad things. I am feeling a lot of hatered from people who seem to like that they are an important player in my life. I feel as though they are connected to the man who sexually assaulted me in 2011. It profits him to defame my character.<br />
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My life was changed forever when I was raped late 2011 by a man masquerading as my friend. This "friend" directly proceeding our "date" ripped a deep hole inside me, directly proceeding my refusal to engage in sexual intercourse with him. I wanted to pass-out from being too intoxicated at that point, and was panic-stricken as to what he might do to me if I did that considering what he did to me while I was awake. I obliged him. This being the reason why the cops did not oblige me about it being a rape.<br />
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We were fully clothed when he seemed to fish-hook my rectum with his fingernail, that seemed especially sharp, as he curled it around the muscle of my sphincter inside me at about 12 o'clock, (which is how you would explain it to a doctor who asked where the scar was...). I bled for 6 months from this. Consistently and non-stop, (which ended funnily enough on April fool's day 2012). He happened to dig his nail into me whilst I tried to remove it without causing more damage. Tearing a line right down my rectum from behind my sphincter muscle, this being the worst part, re-tearing it every time I went to the dunnie. I happened to be starving from my job not having paid me for two months at that time. I really needed to eat but evacuating the food everyday hurt like hell. I ended up starving for one whole year, eating 'til full would not stop this feeling. This is when my back broke, late 2012.<br />
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I had made myself homeless just before so as I could go fruit-picking, but that never happened. I aimed to go and explore an idea of mine that I had called: permaculture sculpture. Instead, I was forced to move back home with my folks. One of whom sexually abused me. I have had one whole year of utter pain, one year of discomfort, and now year 3 has just been getting back on my feet slowly but surely.<br />
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I think I saw him early April this year as it happens, but he looks so different I can barely recognise him... he changed his name too. This whole ordeal has given me agoraphobia and made me come to terms with my preexisting claustrophobia. The latter is something that my mother gave me in the kitchen, and the former is something that he did, for fear of seeing him whilst being stuck in a crowd. It would have been him that I told about my mum for the first time, but he raped me before I could. I then sort counseling about it, and needed to ask for a male counselor considering it has been difficult for me to open up to a female about these issues initially.<br />
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Thanks for reading thus far. Please leave comments if you found you can relate to this post.Intellectual Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983529771304654888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17452650.post-57360189170743151362008-06-19T19:20:00.000+10:002008-06-19T19:21:42.805+10:00Exploring my Dominant Sexuality<p class="MsoNormal" style="">It all began when my male friend of six years offered himself to me, (02-08).<span style=""> </span>We were lying in bed together as platonic friends at this stage, naked and snuggling.<span style=""> </span>The conversation turned to my “new found and long lost lesbianism,” and whether I would ever be with another man again.<span style=""> </span>I had just recently told him about how I was sexually assaulted by a boyfriend I had at the time, a year ago by that stage, so I guess he understood my aggression towards men in general when I answered his question by saying that I do not really want to be with a man but that I would really like to break a man’s masculinity… and that is when he offered himself to me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">I gladly accepted “the challenge,” happy that I finally had someone that I trusted to explore with.<span style=""> </span>I am still in the process of unlearning things, but I am finding it a great experience, and it has certainly changed me for the better as a person.<span style=""> </span>I feel more self-assured, and more assertive, the list goes on.<span style=""> </span>I find this grand, since these qualities are not very encouraged in women to begin with.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="">The things that were stopping me exploring my dominant sexuality before were just that I did not have anyone who I trusted enough to open up to in that way with. The fact that I have known him for years really does effect the quality of our communication, which I think is very important in a kinky relationship. There are more things that are not just givens. Don't get me wrong, we still have our really lame arse moments of confusion through a purple haze...</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="">However, it is four months later and I still do not know how to break a man's masculinity. Any suggestions?<br /></p>Intellectual Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983529771304654888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17452650.post-40447089379103859072008-06-19T18:10:00.001+10:002008-06-19T18:53:23.015+10:00Funny Hand Gestures inside my Cunt...<p class="MsoNormal" style="">I have spoken about stretching my cunt before, but last night it was the largest it has ever been.<span style=""> </span>I masturbated in my friends shower the night before and used all of the bottles that were big enough for my large cunt.<span style=""> </span>I slowly graduated up in size, leaving the bottle with the largest base for last.<span style=""> </span>It was a flex shampoo bottle with a flanged base, and I always like to put things in wide-end first.<span style=""> </span>Doing this really opened me up, and even when I took it out and there was not anything in there, it sure did look and feel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">verrry</span> open, just the way I like it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">Last night, I ordered my slave to use as minimal lube as possible and only use his fingers in my hole and not around my vulva.<span style=""> </span>My hole was already very open and did not need much prepping, this being from the years I have spent stretching it.<span style=""> </span>I like it when he uses just a couple if not one finger to explore my openness however he wishes.<span style=""> </span>Because one fist can barely touch the sides these days, with just one finger or two he was able to move those fingers from side to side inside my cunt, feeling the empty depths.<span style=""> </span>Doing all kinds of hand gestures inside me, leaving me only to guess what he was doing since I can not really feel much anymore inside my accommodating cunt, I was really enjoying myself.<span style=""> </span>Eight fingers doing the Vulcan sign from two hands, hooking his fingers on either side of my vulva lips and pulling them apart exposing my pink flesh and stretching my hole.<span style=""> </span>Feeling stretched is a lovely feeling that I do not feel that often anymore since I am so loose.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">I know it is strange to get off on the idea that I can not feel “normal” size things in my cunt, but it really turns me on.<span style=""> </span>I just love how my cunt could make many men feel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">emasculinated</span>, and that something relatively large, (not large to me!), could slip in without me noticing, (if I was not wearing any clothes!).<span style=""> </span>I want to be able to go about my day with something large inside me at all times, or at least be held open always.<span style=""> </span>I was thinking that I could get a latex body suit, that has the detail of a latex tubular part for insertion, with the opening completely attached to the rest of the body suit and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">insertable</span> end closed so I’ll be as covered in latex as much as possible.<span style=""> </span>It would have a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">flexible</span> but stiff frame <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">embedded</span> in it, which was designed to hold my cunt open as wide and deep as possible.<span style=""> </span>If anyone knows of someone who could make this latex suit for me, I would greatly appreciate it if you contacted me about it.</p>Intellectual Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983529771304654888noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17452650.post-9576351698623005432007-05-20T21:10:00.000+10:002007-05-23T21:24:07.987+10:00Reflections on my reflective ‘Celibacy’ piece & Non-Consensual Sex Acts<p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">To better understand this post please read my piece on ‘Celibacy’ by clicking on the title link above.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">Wow, I just re-read this post after so long, and I must amend a few statements made in it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">I have come to realise that it is unfair to expect close ones to have disposable time focusing on helping me.<span style=""> </span>I have helped myself as much as I can with regards to the aforementioned, and have had some help along the way, which I am extremely grateful for.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">I still think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">polyamory</span> has the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">potential</span> for being more hurtful than serial monogamy, and if not more hurtful than more wary-making in the long-term.<span style=""> </span>Because of the experiences mentioned in my ‘Celibacy’ post and two recent experiences of non-consensual sex acts (I don’t really know what terminology is appropriate), I think I have become more wary, but I am trying to not let that get in the way of living.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ve</span> only recently become <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">OK</span> with discussing these non-consensual sex acts, whereas before I was getting caught up with terminology.<span style=""> So s</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ince</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">didn</span>’t have a name to call what happened to me, I found it difficult to talk about my experiences. Also because I was unsure of what to call these experiences, I was also unsure of what had happened to me, and therefore my reactions to these experiences I found hard to validated or justify within myself. I know this sounds silly, but that is what was going on. No one should have to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">second</span> guess their feelings, non-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">consensual</span> sex act or otherwise. I do understand it though, it is a non-consensual situation, and to feel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">disempowered</span> is what happens initially. Now that I have found myself a fitting name for what happened to me, I can finally talk about it, and be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">OK</span> :)<br /></span></p>Intellectual Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983529771304654888noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17452650.post-31318218550232448222007-05-19T13:31:00.000+10:002007-05-19T14:50:21.766+10:00Short Erotic Story<p class="MsoNormal">This is a short story I wrote really quickly. I am aware of the gender confusion, and the perspective confusion, it is all deliberate. Enjoy.<br /><span lang="EN-AU"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">Her mouth had been hurting for a while now.<span style=""> </span>The gag around her face secured the used underwear that had been forced into her mouth.<span style=""> </span>That’s what she came to realise when she woke, as her eyes adjusted to the dim light the recognition of her surrounds sank in.<span style=""> </span>It was dam, and there was not much daylight, all was silent apart from a tap dripping somewhere off into the distance.<span style=""> </span>This made her think that there may not be any people around to free her from her predicament.<span style=""> </span>She was tied to a pole, legs spread wide whilst she knelt on her knees and sat on her feet.<span style=""> </span>Her body and arms were bound to the pole protruding from the concrete floor.<span style=""> </span>There was some more bondage around her bent knees of each leg, around her thighs and calf so they were forced to be bent and her feet tied at the ankle.<span style=""> </span>There was another taut piece of rope on the outer side of her legs that connected the thigh/calf to the ankle bond then to the protruding pole, it was there to force and keep her bent legs spread wide.<span style=""> </span>She looked down at her crotch to see that there was liquid oozing from her swollen lips that were unashamedly on display.<span style=""> </span>She saw the welts on her breasts and inner thigh and from that the pain registered in her mind like stinging memories.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">All she remembered from before she blacked out was pleading with her eyes for her master to put something… anything inside her since her mouth and limbs were temporarily debilitated and she had no other means to communicate.<span style=""> </span>Her master was just about to show her some mercy and began to slowly step towards her, with the sound of each step crisply resonating against the concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse.<span style=""> </span>She looked down at her master’s shoes which she just freshly spit polished before getting bound, kneeling before her, on her hands and knees, arse up in the air that was red from a spanking.<span style=""> </span>The slave’s eyes widened as she realised that her master was about to rub her spit polished shoes on her sopping cunt that was aching to be filled.<span style=""> </span>Her master loved making her beg to be fucked, but since she was gagged she decided to take pity on her and shoved the front of her pointed shoe into her loose wide cunt which willingly accepted it.<span style=""> </span>A low moan escaped her gagged lips, and a squelching noise arose as she began bucking her hips in a rhythmic fashion on her master’s shoe.<span style=""> </span>Her foot was angled up for her pleasure, resting on the spike of her high heels.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">Throughout all this her master realised that her slave could not take her eyes off her crotch.<span style=""> </span>So she decided while her slave bucked on her shoe, to take her dick out of her pants, un-gag her slave and hold her dick just out of reach of her slave’s yearning mouth.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">“To get what you want, you have to beg, slut.”<span style=""> </span>Her master said simply.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">She was holding the back of her slaves head firmly in place by her hair so she wouldn’t get an extra helping of cock before she earns it by begging.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">She loved it when her master humiliated her and after some moans of pleasure she was able to muster, “Please ram your big cock into my mouth, sir,”<span style=""> </span>exasperatedly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">And so I did, and as I looked down at her, I could tell she was in ecstasy. I previously had rubbed our lover's semen all over my big black silicone dildo so she can taste and smell his cock on it and salivate from it. Her saliva lube helped me fuck her mouth just how she liked it, and I was glad she mastered the art of breathing through her nose. I was tempted to hold her nose shut just so I could make tears form in her eyes, (that is when I think she is most beautiful), but I retrained myself, as funny as that may sound.<br /></span></p>Intellectual Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983529771304654888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17452650.post-3222800793193865002007-02-18T14:02:00.000+11:002007-05-19T14:02:48.903+10:00Stretching My Copious CuntI've been doing a lot of solitary exploration lately, and the thing I like best is stretching my cunt. I've been able to stretch it to 11 inches around in circumference lately, and this has been a slow process that has taken since the year 2000. And although cunts seem to be very elastic, I think when I stretched it to a certain point I changed the appearance and tightness/looseness of it. I now look very open, and sometimes have trouble holding things in my vagina especially if they're small. I love how things just slip out because it's so loose and sloppy.<br /><br />I have trouble talking about this to people, even if they are kinky folk, since there is so many issues tied up in loving my loose cunt.<br /><br />At the age of 20 I was still a virgin and never had an orgasm, and one day I told one of my males friends this. He was really insistant that I go home and masturbate almost straight away. I had tried to masturbate once before to no avail, I just couldn't get the hang of it. This time after my friends persuasion, I tried again. This is when I realised that I love shoving big things inside me. It took a lot of time and a lot of lube. The part that I love, is that I did my own deflowering, because by the time I had sex for the first time, it didn't hurt at all... in fact my first time with a man was three hours and one of the most intense sexual experiences I have ever had.<br /><br />I also love the idea of being a loose slut, who's cunt makes a squelching noise when it's fucked because it's greedy and insatiable, and shows just how slutty I am or can be. I like how the squelching noise humiliates and degrades me by showing what I really am.Intellectual Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983529771304654888noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17452650.post-1160574816506499542006-10-11T23:52:00.000+10:002007-05-19T14:04:06.717+10:00The Melbourne Leather FestivalIntellectual Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983529771304654888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17452650.post-1160134214599745202006-10-06T21:30:00.000+10:002006-10-06T21:30:14.610+10:00Train Fantasy<span style="font-family:Verdana;">The following has been one of my fantasies in the past. However, I’m not sure about now, but I decided to put it in writing anyway. I hope you enjoy.</span><br/><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br/><span style="font-family:Verdana;">A slight fog settles around an outer suburban train line where most of the passengers at 8am in the morning are city bound. The 9-5 suits are on their way to work. Due to the fog and the men are mostly rugged up in their trench coats.The train in the dull winter morning fog makes a beautiful screeching sound as it comes to a stop in front of me. On the train is full but there is still some moving space. It is necessary for me to stand since there are no seats, and because of the train’s movement and fullness I am forced to accidentally brush against strangers.</span><br/><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br/><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I feel someone's cock swelling as it rubs against my full arse cheeks behind me, so I lend forward a little and lined up my wet cunt with his hard cock so I can take advantage of the rocking of the train and his uncontrollable thrusts.On their way to work the passengers were reading their broad papers that covered their faces. I take advantage of the anonymity and kneel in front of a man in a black suit with full belly and a big bulge that made my mouth water longingly.I hear and feel him trying not to notice me but failing miserably with his grunts and moans of pleasure, the way his body tenses and releases. He tries not to notice so I can continue pleasuring him without the half-awake passengers distracted with their papers noticing. I did not care if they did, there would be more for me to play with if I was noticed.</span><br/><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br/><span style="font-family:Verdana;">There is a man behind me who had his ankles crossed and outstretched, and since I always thoroughly enjoy my face being fucked, and love kneeling in submission, rubbing my cunt on some man’s shoe would send me into beautiful agony. So I position my cunt on top his clean, polished shoe. It may have been the rocking of the train or the man grinding his shoe against me, I wasn’t sure. All this is arousing me so much that I yearn to get fucked hard by anybody who was willing.As I look up from the crotch I was worshipping, I see a hard dick being pulled out of a standing man’s trousers. He has seen what I’ve been doing and is willing to give me some relief. I walked over to where he was standing by the doorway and bent over the hand rail that separated the two men and put the cock I was sucking back into my eager mouth, and waited to get fucked good and proper.</span><br/><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br/><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I am wearing a trench coat and nothing else, and so when I bent over the hand rail to suck off the man sitting in front of me, the bottom half of my coat slid up over my arse and down my back a little, leaving my arse and my legs exposed while the only other thing that was exposed was my head which was buried in a strangers crotch.The man standing behind me with his dick out of his pants finally pushed his thick dick into my wet pussy and stretched the walls of it as he fucked me. Thankfully my mouth was gagged by the cock that filled my mouth so my sounds of pleasure were muffled by his thick cock. A combination of the train’s rocking and the man’s fucking allowed for a pleasurable rhythm. And I was very thankful that he was fucking me as hard and brutally as he could.</span><br/><span style="font-family:Verdana;">It has been my ultimate fantasy to be used as a fuck toy, and to my delight news of the last carriage of the 8:05am train spread and before I knew it my morning sexcapades became a regular thing where I get used like a fuck toy by the 9-5 suits that never show me their faces from behind their papers.</span>Intellectual Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983529771304654888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17452650.post-1147004763089460522006-05-07T15:49:00.000+10:002006-05-27T03:07:13.526+10:00Celibacy<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span lang="EN-AU">Just a disclaimer:<span style=""> </span>This is not just a site where you would find erotica, it is also my blog.<span style=""> </span>I have been going through intense psychological ups and downs as of late.<span style=""> </span>And the ways in which it has affected my life is sleep (or too much there of), lack of the ability to enjoy what I used to, which obviously includes sex.<span style=""> </span>I know how unfortunate this is, it is very frustrating to me and I want my old self back, but it is not as easy as it sounds.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span lang="EN-AU">So the next few postings most probably will not be about all the fun I have been having sexually, because I haven’t been, (having fun that is, otherwise I would tell you).<span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span lang="EN-AU">For those who don't know me personally, you may not be able to appreciate the gravity of the decision or journey it has taken for me to decide on being celibate for a while. Those who know me say that it will not last.<span style=""> </span>This disheartens me and sometimes I just want to do it to prove them wrong, but I am always overpowered by the underlying melancholy which led me to make the decision in the first place.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span lang="EN-AU">I know I’m in an unhealthy state of mind for it to come to this, I also know that celibacy will not actually fix what I have going down psychologically, but I do know that to abstain from sex (for now) sure won’t make things worse.<span style=""> </span>I feel very damaged inside, and if I let someone close enough for me to want to have sex with them I fear getting hurt.<span style=""> </span>I know this is cowardly, but getting hurt after I have opened up to someone happened way too regularly recently, in the past year or so.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span lang="EN-AU">The last few times that I got hurt were due to my two love interests being monogamous people while I was upfront with they from the beginning about being<span style=""> polyamorous they eventually revealed that they could not stand it.<span style=""> </span></span>I think being polyamorous opens people up to being hurt more and focusing too much on sexual relationships since there is more than one person to give your time and energies to.<span style=""> </span>It was a horrible situation for all parties involved, and I never could find an amiable solution apart from promising monogamy, which was broken fast with the person who I tried to stop seeing.<span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="" lang="EN-AU">I feel as though I have been very sexually hurt by these people, as well as mentally</span><span lang="EN-AU">.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span lang="EN-AU">Whenever I want to have sex and know there is no one I feel safe and intimate enough with to do it with or whenever I watch porn, I end up crying.<span style=""> </span>There seems to be no one I can depend upon, open up to, have an intimate relationship with regardless of whether sex is involved or not.<span style=""> </span>I feel like I would be burdening my friends if I opened up to them about this, they have busy lives and can’t really spend the time to try and help me.</span></p>Intellectual Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983529771304654888noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17452650.post-1144782140962995762006-04-12T04:57:00.000+10:002006-04-12T05:02:20.990+10:00Woo Hoo! My blogs back!So I've deceided to be celibate for a while... this is completely willing, as apposed to some unwilling celibates I know.<br /><br />More about this later after I've had some sleep since it is almost 5am. The hunger pains of staying up too late are kicking in with vengence, and to try and fall asleep with the nagging will prove to be difficult.Intellectual Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983529771304654888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17452650.post-1131974842396363802005-11-15T00:22:00.000+11:002005-11-15T00:27:22.413+11:00Strap-on Sex<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">I think we both enjoyed the way I woke her up and the day we spent together in bed which proceeded it.<span style=""> </span>I feel like I can explore my many sexual fantasies and desires with her, since I feel more comfortable with her than most of the women I know.<span style=""> </span>Most of the day is kind of a blur to try and remember the chronological order of events because of the nature of them, but there are things that ‘stick out’ *giggles*<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><o:p></o:p><a href="http://www.dvice.com.au/products/strap+on+harness/jockey/"><img src="http://www.dvice.com.au/managed_content/images/products/thumbnails/1074.jpg" alt="Strap On" /></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><o:p></o:p>Playing with strap-ons are really difficult!<span style=""> </span>I had only ever fucked guys with them before, though not very often unfortunately.<span style=""> </span>This was say… the first time in maybe 3 or 4 months that I ‘dusted it off and put it back on’ to quote a King Missile song.<span style=""> </span>And use it I did!<span style=""> </span>Man, they’re fun!<span style=""> </span>I wish I had a cunt AND a dick.<span style=""> </span>That would be sooo cool.<span style=""> </span>I’d get to fuck things without having the hassle and deliberation of adjusting the darn harness and dildo, and it’ll always be there, I wouldn’t have to come prepared with my bag of tricks everywhere!<span style=""> </span>I’m thinking that from now on I’ll just always have it in my car for emergency strap-on sexcapades. *lol*<o:p><br /></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><o:p></o:p>I wish I could wear my harness and dildo under my clothes, but they are kind of made to stick out and up!<span style=""> </span>So skirts are definitely out of the question, unless I want my legs to be extra drafty I guess.<span style=""> </span>Trousers, I’d definitely look like I’ve got a boner all the time, and may look like a Tom of Finland character… though I’m not sure that is a bad thing ;)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><o:p></o:p><a href="http://www.tomoffinlandfoundation.org"><img src="http://www.fng.fi/fng/rootnew/fi/kka/images/kkavalok_kok_pienet/TOM_4001.jpg" alt="Tom of Finland" /></a></span></p>Intellectual Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983529771304654888noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17452650.post-1130338322893730112005-10-27T00:52:00.000+10:002005-10-27T00:52:02.910+10:00Bodily PleasuresI think that I should give a spiritual context to why I am the way that I am. I don’t know what will happen when I die, there are many perceived and unperceived possibilities as to what may happen after death. I didn’t want to end up as an immaterial spirit floating around with no body regretting I didn’t use it more, destined to floating around immaterial for all eternity. So I decided a long time ago that I would make the most of all bodily pleasures and sensations for as long as I can.Intellectual Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983529771304654888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17452650.post-1128452276056978732005-10-05T04:58:00.000+10:002005-10-06T03:22:13.210+10:00A Horrible Family Long Weekend Away, but a reallly nice welcome back...<p class="MsoNormal">I was up 'till about the same time last night, (or maybe I should say early morning), doing things I'd only dreamed about. My wrist and ankle cuffs which were collecting dust in my vice cabinet finally got put to some use when my trusted and privileged friend came around to welcome me home from a gruelling family trip away.<br /><br />The only way my ankles and wrists could get into these cuffs was if I knelt down sitting on my ankles and had my wrists behind my back, the four cuffs were on chains that were linked to a single metal ring.<br /><br />I allowed myself to be helpless, and my bed friend for the evening was given permission to do whatever he wanted to me. I know that what he would do would be everything that I liked. He liked the idea of my complete submission to him, and the whimsical power which he held over me.<br /><br />The restraints I was wearing meant that I was not able to do anything, and everything was happening to me. Being greedy when it comes to sex this was great, and since things could only be done to both of my lips, I felt as if all I was just made up of orifices for a moment.<br /><br />I used to think that I would like the feeling of being bound but not restrained. To me being bound is different from being restrained. To be bound does not necessarily mean to be incapacitating by the lack of useable limbs, the abdomen can be the only part of the body that is bound with no limbs restrained, or they can be restrained. There are many ways to tie rope on a body without restraint.<br /><br />Since this was my first experience of being fully restrained it was quite a surprise when I was highly aroused by it, and found that it was a very nice way of being brought to orgasm, to be under someone whom I trust's control.<br /><br />At first he was fondling the front of me from behind and then he pushed me over so my arse was up in the air, and continued to pay much needed attention to my favourite area. I was loving being used like this, and eventually he flipped me on to my back, rolled a condom on, and fucked me like I was his slutty pet.<br /><br />After a while of this we separated, I was wiggling around which was the only way I could get anywhere, and laid my head on his body. We slowly started to started to rub against each other, and I ended up deep throating him like the slut I am. My body was slightly moving up and down as I lay on my side on the bed, which gave an interesting rhythm to our cycle of pleasure. This is the bit that I liked best, since it made me feel like I was just orifices. I love being finger-fucked with my moans of orgasmic bliss being muffled while sucking cock.<br /><br />It was really nice to have this kind of welcome home.<br /><br />Remember: The two main things that matter in a person's sex life (yours or anyone else’s) are that it is <i>consensual </i>and <i>safe</i>.<br /><br />And if the participants are <i>self-aware</i> of their genuine wants and desires aside from social constructs, it makes it easier to set <i>boundaries</i>, and therefore their sex would be all the more safe and consensual because of it.</p>Intellectual Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04983529771304654888noreply@blogger.com5