Oct 242014
 

Yesterday I was on my Fetlife account. I was scrolling through someone’s pictures. One popped up with the caption “Daddy’s new prize for me!” Her new prize was a bit. It was covered in some type of yellowed, plastic-ish thing. What… wha… o.O. So it’s brand new, and it’s yellow-ing-ish. I wish I had the picture, but I wasn’t just going to take it off her page.  I shook that one off and continued to peruse.

The next one was j…j…jelly.

whispers

There was no condom.

She was sucking on it.

Grabs my pearls.

And then she put it in her vagina.

All the jelly. In the vagina.

Suck up those phthalates, Darling, suck ‘em up.

 

Then I realized, there are a ton of kinksters that have no idea what they’re getting into when they buy sex toys. We can tell how well a flogger is made. We examine the falls and the leather. Feel the deer, or bull it might be made of. Even the weight of the thing. We can examine a spanking bench, a single tail, and a bull whip.But some of these same people will yank out a jelly dong because it feel good. Maybe they don’t care. Maybe they don’t know.

I have the most ridiculous thoughts sometimes. Why can’t Lilly make a tiny sex toy gun that I could keep in my pocket. I could shoot the taser at all the toys. The gun would leave the good ones and the bad ones would disappear up in smoke. Seriously, the uneducated need the quick and dirty about what they should and should not be putting in their bodies.

I’ve seen a lot of players who want to use their sex toys on someone else during a scene. Not on me, Sugar. I suggest kinksters begin bringing their own safe, sex toys to be used only on themselves during play. Now I carry every kinky toy that I own, plus any sex toys I might need. I know what I have is safe. It’s clean. Any partner I have can work with what I bring. If they can’t find something in that big box of sin, then God love ‘em.

 

Aug 222013
 

ListenA man named Johnny Red drove her to private school every day since she was old enough to go. They went in a big black car. She liked the way it shined and never put finger prints on it. Everyone usually went through a car line, but Johnny Red got to pull right up to the front door to drop her off, and he would always be there to pick her up.

She told Johnny Red all about her day, showed him her pictures, drawings. He drove and their conversations were jovial. She loved Johnny Red. He was her friend.

When she got home, she’d go to the kitchen for a snack with her Mother. Her Father would come from his office and praise her, their only child, for something as simple as an endless row of whatever letter of the alphabet her class happened to be working on at the time. Afterwards, her Father would go back to his office. He did his business in his office. She wasn’t allowed in her Father’s office.

She never knew a credit card, only stacks of cash, nice and straight, in large bills, wrapped carefully. She once told a schoolmate that her Father was a banker. The older she got, the more she heard about who her Family really was. All of her Family.This thing of ours. She heard terms and learned never to ask what they meant. The meaning would come in time, heartbreakingly. She began to get used to comings and goings in her home. Meetings. Exchanges. Who was a friend of who. Who was a friend of ours.

One of her final days as a student, she came out to greet Johnny Red and instead was met with a face she didn’t recognize. She stopped in her tracks and ran inside, screaming for her Father. He met her, rushing from his office. She was breathless and afraid, stumbling over how Johnny Red wasn’t at the car. Someone was inside the gates. She didn’t know him! Her Father hung his head and nodded, adding a comforting arm to her shoulders as he explained that Johnny Red wasn’t going to be around anymore. And how Salva was a friend of ours. He would take over for Johnny Red.

Years of unexplained attachment to her beloved driver rushed over her and released in tears and demands that she’d never made of anyone before, especially her Father. He grabbed her by both arms and gave her a shake, a jolt back to reality. Their reality. Johnny Red wasn’t a friend of ours anymore. Her heart sank and met her stomach on the way down. He had been someone’s work.

She didn’t want to be a friend of anyone’s.

No one should be a friend of hers.

Aug 022013
 

Dirty needlesShe fingered the baggie in her pocket and smiled at the score. It was a quick hustle to get back to the shop and her closet in the back. To tell you the truth, she was lucky to have it. For two weeks, she was chasing the dragon out front of an old Chinese man’s antique shop before he finally half-drug her scrawny ass inside and out of the rain.  He gave her a room. Or a large broom closet, but either way, it came with a pillow and a blanket. Sometimes, if he was feeling generous, a meal. But it was set outside her door as if she were a cat.

It also came with an extreme amount of Chinese yelling. He wanted help at the shop. She didn’t mind until he got to the point where he was shaking his fist. He’d shake his fist when she’d bang on the door at ungodly hours. He’d shake his fist if she was getting dope sick. He shook his fist when she called him “Mr. Miyagi.” He was funny, this guy.

It was just him. No family. He had a small little set-up, you just had to walk up the stairs from the shop. He was able to keep an eye on almost everything. Mr. Miyagi knew she took the spoon. It was the one from under the counter. Obviously it’s replacement didn’t fool him. He shook his fist at that, too. But at least he didn’t put her out. Anyone else would have.

She opened her worn box, all taped up with stickers, its soiled surface a sad reminder of it’s continued use. The only new addition was that silver spoon. The end had a beautifully scrolled “R,” on it. She did feel bad about taking it. But, the initial….

She had her needles. She didn’t share. She’d set her little box up and got to work. After a quick chop, she’d set flame to spoon and suck up that precious golden fluid. Once it was in the rig, she reminded herself to breathe. Everything was set aside, and out came her belt. Loop by loop and her tongue was salty with the taste of the dirty material. Her teeth dug in for a good pull, looking for her new mistress.  It was always…  just the newest one. Soon, it’d collapse and be a sad reminder of what she couldn’t do. Just like the others.

She only had to pull back once before she hit it. The perfect pull, the rosy swirl of her blood, she gave the plunger a nice, slow push.  It was always at this moment that she remembered how much she hated needles when she was a kid.

Mr. Miyagi would be so mad if he knew what she was using that spoon for. She was able to feel the world again. So much clearer. A hard clear.  For time that seemed like hours, but were really only moments. And she wasn’t all that clear. That spoon. It was in her head until nothing else was.  He’d find out about the spoon the next morning, when the Coroner left and he had to clean out Rocky’s room.

 

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May 172013
 

 

standoff

Hi,

I know you’re new so I’m going to be blunt  from the start. Don’t send those same emails out to chicks in town and hope to get a bite from a few.

If you’re just looking to fuck, go ahead. Because your  your approach comes off straight-up AOL Chatroom, A/S/L and everything. Then again, some  girls are  looking for that, too.

If you’re really trying to learn about BDSM, if you’ve got some fetishes that you’re into, and you want to talk about them with other kinky people; you’ve found the right place.

One more thing, do us all a favor and if you really are just wanting to get laid, make it known. If  you talk  to a someone, and you see that they do want to learn and need some guidance, point her this way.

Please …just don’t fuck her up.

May 162013
 

You and him. Sitting in a tree. K.I.S.S.I.N.G. First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then here you come with a baby carriage.

WORKWell – that isn’t for everyone. Some people are more casual. More quiet. More secretive. Professional and family lives tend to get into the way of exploring kink and other fetishes that some might have. Some people don’t know what they want and need a little more information.

Now that dating has become so easily accessibly online, it’s just a click away. Well, most things are if you know where to look.XXX Sex Guides gives you reviews of sites, and some interesting niches for you to explore. Does it scream sex? Yes. Why shouldn’t it though? It’s all about sex. There’s a little something deeper though.

Transexuals, FemDoms, Bondage. Escorts. Professionals. In the U.S. or otherwise, XXX Sex Guides offers you a taste of what’s out there in the alternative dating world. It gives those who are new a place to start looking for information and old hats a place to hang them.

XXX Sex Guides  Links you up to ProCon which informs you of the prostitution laws in 100 countries. Keeps you informed. If in Europe and looking for an escort, then you’re on the right site. Endless possibilities.

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May 142013
 

bloody kidMy demons haven’t been lulled to sleep.

They haven’t been whispered words of appeasement until a later date.

Each time they come for me, I’ve been forced to learn.

Each time they twist me around like warm caramel from a spoon.

Rip up my insides.

Leave me on the floor. Horse from the screams and noticing the blood on the carpet.

I’ve learned.

I cannot just get through it. 

Demons come back.

So, trust me… there’s only one way to get rid of a demon.

You kill that motherfucker good.

Mar 122013
 

Honey is an alpha female.

She is loyal to her pack. She is protective of hers. Honey’s eyes close, but she doesn’t sleep. Even when the cage closes, her ears and nose keep her up at night. Honey takes her time with you before making her decision, bowing only to the decision of the leader of her pack.

Honey will lay in wait. When called out of waiting, she will come for you. Teeth gnashing, claws bared, and with a drive that

…cannot be controlled.

Honey. Is. Feral.

Feb 062013
 

What if we both weren’t two takers.

It’s not even love. It’s as if love, loyalty and compersion all melded together.

I’ve felt the warmth of your heart, but not the heat. It’s a position that I fell into while being honest with you. Sometimes crying with me made me feel like I was hurting you. It made me not want to speak of anything at all. Your tears are more painful to me than the initial hurt that I’d suffered, and far more painful than any hurt I could bare thereafter.

Does she even know?