Friday, November 23, 2012

I Think I'm Supposed to Make Some Kind of Reference to Fish?

I'm been seeing this phrase crop up more and more, "so long, and thanks for all the fish." I didn't understand why so many people were using it, until I finally looked it up and read it's a quote from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I didn't realize this quote was so famous. I didn't realize so many people I know read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, either. You learn something every day.

Moving on to my main point, the reason why I've been seeing it so often lately is because a lot of people are saying goodbye in one form or another. People are leaving Fetlife, people are leaving twitter, people are shutting down their blogs...and some people are disappearing online completely. Which, you know, I get. Having an online presence, regardless of what form, can be mentally draining, even when everything's going fine. Add some drama to that, and you've got a shitstorm of fucktitude. 

Fast forward to this morning, when I'm finally (finally!!) trying to catch up on my blog reading, and as I'm going down my list, I find many blogs gone. POOF. Closed. 

I don't know for how long some of these blogs have been gone. I'm sorry I'm just noticing now. 

But I would like to give them a fond farewell. So as we say goodbye to the following blogs, let's wish them al the best, and hope these bloggers have safe journey on their travels:

Novice Nancy
Sir Stompsalot
Sarah Bella Fina

I obviously have to update my blog roll.
Which means...


I like sharing the link love. I think it's a simple, easy way to support fellow bloggers. So add your blog in the comments section, and I'll put you up.

Edited to add: Bloglist has been updated. If you want your blog/site added, please email me at this point. Also, if you want your twitter account added to your blogsite, let me know about that, too. 

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

10 Kinky Things to Do With Your Thanksgiving Meal

  • Practice your shibari on the turkey.
  • Get two turkey basters: one for the turkey, and one for the lady.
  • Use the baster to lube up the lady's cunt, if she needs it, or her ass, if that's what she's into. If it's going in her ass, make sure it's extra large.
  • Wear your favorite Thanksgiving Day apron around the house, and nothing else. (Ok, oven mitts are allowed.)
  • Before you set the table with all your elegant china, have sex on it.
  • Get creative with your centerpiece: if possible, use a naked lady, tied to the ceiling, cuffed and blindfolded. Tell your guests they are welcome to touch.
  • Before the meal starts, tell everyone you have a tradition of giving 10 spanks to all the guests around the table. However, for every one thing they can think of to be thankful for, you take one spank away. That'll get them to open up.
  • If anyone refuses to help clear the dishes, cuff their hands behind their backs, and tell them they have to eat dessert that way.
  • For dessert, serve ice cream in chocolate vagina molds. 
  • After the meal is over, everyone will be very tired, especially your centerpiece. Get them moving again with a violet wand. A good shock to their bottoms should get them moving again.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Less Filling, Tastes Great

The other night, as Husband and I were lying in bed and I was watching TV whilst licking his dick (I'm good at multitasking that way), I remarked his pre-come tasted extra good for some reason.
"Good," he said--rather breathlessly, as I was swirling my tongue around the head of his cock.
"Very good," I said through muffled lips. "It's really nice. I like the taste."
He either said "oh" or "uh," I'm not sure which, because at that point his eyes were all glassy and he was just kind of staring up at the ceiling.
I made the blowjob last for as long as possible, pumping gently, but sucking often, so I could get constant little tastes of his pre-come. I know I drove him crazy, but in a good way.
A very very good way.
I only got serious about drawing things to a climax when the show ended and I wanted to go to sleep (there's some honesty for you). When he came, I held his cock down my throat and kept swallowing until he was totally dry and nothing more was coming out of that baby, cause it tasted that good.

After he had tucked me into bed and kissed my nose (he's such a sweetheart) he said to me, "you know, telling a guy his come tastes good is a really nice compliment."
"Really?" I was surprised. "Why?"
He shrugged. "I don't just is."
"Doesn't it depend also on what you eat, what you do, stuff like that?"
"I guess...I think guys just like women saying nice things about their dicks. It doesn't really matter what. Saying something nice about our packages
(yes he calls it 'packages')
feels good."
I thought about it for a while. Then I said, "I guess it makes sense. If you pay my pussy a compliment, I like it, no matter what it is."
"You have a very nice pussy."
"Thank you," I said, smiling.
He left smiling, too.

Come taste depends on many factors. Diet is a big one. Exercise is another. I'm sure smoking affects it, but I wouldn't know firsthand. If your guy's come tastes funky, talk to him about it. But if it tastes nice, tell him so--he'll take it as a compliment.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

A PSA of Sorts

I am a very nice person. I am kind, welcoming, sympathetic, and a good listener. I am a giver. I contribute as much as I can to charity. I only talk about what I know. I never act talk like an expert about things I know nothing about. I never make assumptions. I don't spread drama. I never lie, or cheat, or act the hypocrite. And when I mess up, I always admit it, and apologize.

And if you accepted any of what I just told you simply because I stated it as fact, you're an idiot.

I'm sorry, but that's the truth. There are some really creepy, disgusting, sociopathic sons of bitches in the world. And yeah, some of them do come right out and tell you exactly what they are, and when they do, you should believe them.

But not all of them do. Some of them are good at hiding it very, very well. Some of them will have multiple accounts, just to stalk you. Some of them are tech geeks, and know how to rummage around your personal information while trying to cover their tracks. Some of them might act like pillars of society until their dark machinations come to light...which, unfortunately, doesn't always happen.

Even when enough people see them for the sad little vermin they are, they will continue to claim their innocence, and act the victim--while still harassing and stalking those that reveal them.

So don't believe everything you read, and everything you hear. Don't let yourself get sucked into the bright lights of a shining pillar. You'll wake up with a headache, wondering what the hell you just walked into, and how you could've missed it in the first place.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Limits & Turn Ons

I have a thing about hard limits. 
They turn me on.
Let me explain.
I think I've mentioned before that my absolute biggest hard limit is needles. I have a phobia of hypodermic needles and syringes, especially ones designed for blood tests. My phobia does not spill over into all sharp things; in fact, I have something of a fascination with knives. But how I react to sharp, pointy things really depends on what it is and what it's used for.

I also have limits with my nipples. They are acutely sensitive, and can't take a lot of abuse. Threaten me with nipple torture, and I will cry. 

Here's where things get funny: my most exciting fantasies, the ones that shoot me into instant arousal and have me itching to come, are ones that involve getting pins stuck through my nipples. Obviously, I would NEVER want this done to me; this is fantasy alone, visions in my head that will never come to fruition. But the idea of it thrills me nonetheless. 

The ultimate turn on: someone breaking my hardest limits. 
Are other people like this? Do your deepest, hardest limits become your ultimate fantasies? Or is this just a sub/surrender thing?