Negotiating Consent

Bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, sadomasochism...this is BDSM in a nutshell. Though I don't think it likes being in a nutshell. BDSM would get very grumpy were it in a nutshell. The concept of BDSM is as an umbrella over a wide awry of concepts. GQ, of all publications, gives a very vanilla and beginner A-Z list of some BDSM concepts. Can we be honest here? GQ is not the magazine you want to use for info on BDSM. On my scanning it, the one thing it does get right is the complete need for enthusiastic and knowledgable consent for those that practice any form of BDSM respectfully. Seriously, though, go to Fetlife. In essence, it is the social media site for those practicing BDSM. You'll find every possible [Read more...]

The Art of Making Up Stats

Stats really are just another form of the clock. Another way for we humans to track things in the passage of time. This era of COVID-19, or Coronavirus, has been no exception. Stats, like the economy and unlike time, are generally made up. I've always been one to make up my own stats about things. As an example, 125% of relationships fail with people you have never communicated with nor have met. See, I made that up, and yet, you know I'm right. Although I do exaggerate on occasion. So with this in mind, let us talk about the elephant in the room that most are already talking around. Yes, you know where this is going. Let us discuss the plight of the poor Keystone XL Pipeline. No, I'm kidding. Let's talk about the [Read more...]

101 Things Not To Do While in Isolation

Let's start with the easiest one first, shall we? Don't write articles entitled "101 Things Not To Do While in Isolation" and actually intend to write seriously about it. Being I tend to do what I say, I am going to follow that first reason and write something else entirely. Too many people with the blues already over the isolation we've all be inadvertently forced into, so I don't exactly want to add to that by telling them what else they can't do. So I sit here on a Saturday morning, listening to the crackle of the fire in the fireplace and the tapping of my fingers on the keys. I recall just how happy I am that the fire remains in the fireplace as were it anywhere else in my living room, self-isolating would suddenly seem [Read more...]

Reality in Rhythm

Author's Note: This is the second part of my newest series of erotica, "Those That Know", and my first piece since hearing about the passing of Rush drummer and lyricist, Neil Peart. I'm not a big one on celebrity culture, but my regular readers will know that Neil will now hold a place for me along with the likes of Douglas Adams and George Carlin. Although the words below have little to do with that (mostly), I wanted to mention this having found the prompt for this week's Wicked Wednesday, "Time Keeping", well...er...well timed. Millie looked at the two erections in front of her. Her naked body was positioned on a comfy chair. She sat with legs together, specifically so her knees would fit between the two men, and her hands on her [Read more...]

Reality Expenses

"Why is there no sex version of Guitar Hero," Millie asked as she lowered onto the erection beneath her. "There should be one!" Carter nodded and watched as his wife lowered completely, sheathing the hard cock, before stepping forward and offering his own to her lips. "I suspect," Greg said from beneath Millie in more grunt than actual voice, "they'd be worried about it causing too many insecurity issues." Millie rose and lowered on Greg's cock three times as she considered this. "They watch porn, don't they? That's pretty unrealistic and yet there is generally still a drive to have sex for folk in spite of those images." She wrapped her fingers around Carter's erection and stroked. She felt the warmth of desire to have it on her [Read more...]

Orders Given

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Master's hand stroked her cheek as she knelt silently beside his chair. He wore a black suit, white shirt, and red tie. He sat with his right leg crossed over his left, towards her, in his plush armchair. From the corner of her eye, she could see Kelly on the opposite side of him, in the exact same situation; kneeling back on her calves and naked except for the thin leather collar around her neck. "When the guests arrive, think of yourselves as the appetizers," Master said in his deepest baritone soothing style. "You greet the females with as you see fit. You greet the males with a short blowjob, a tease with no climax intended." He held up a finger to accentuate his next point. "Ask for consent first." Jenn felt herself [Read more...]