Guided masturbation

May 19, 2019

Guided masturbation is so much fun – especially when your sub obeys your every single word. Watching them work themselves up,  hear them moaning and begging you to let them go faster or please,  please will you touch them. That’s fun.  Asking them if they’re close, how close and if they want to cum for you like a good puppy.  Then telling them they’re not allowed, to stop moving their hands and stop thrusting on the bed.

When they’re so wet and horny and ready to cum but they don’t because they want to be good for you is so much fun. The whine in their voice when they beg, the red of their bitten lips, the trembling of their thighs – oh, and that husky catch in their throat when you make them do it all over again. Oh so much fun.

MommyMaxie

a kind of death

May 18, 2019

When you are making love don’t control. Go into uncontrol, go into chaos. It will be fearful, frightening, because it will be a kind of death. And the mind will say “Control!” And the mind will say, “Jump in and keep control, otherwise you will be lost in the abyss of it.” Don’t listen to the mind, get lost. Abandon yourself utterly and without any technique you will come to see a timeless experience. There will be no two in it: oneness. A consciousness will be there, a lucid passive consciousness will be there, you will know what is happening because you will be fully aware. But you will not be there; awareness will be there.

You have to imbibe the Tantra spirit – it is not a technique to be learned.

Osho
This Very Body the Buddha, Vol. 1, Talk #8

Always a game

May 18, 2019

You treat free verse as a free-for-all. But poetry (whatever we may say) is, was, and will always be a game. And as every child knows, all games have rules. So why do the grown-ups forget?

Wislawa Szymborska
Letter to Mr. K.K. from Bytom
Literary Life
Trans. Clare Cavanagh

Stop me if you’ve heard this one – the older, more experienced man; the fresh out of graduate school ingénue. That thankfully, is where the similarities to 50 Shades end. No helicopters, no contracts, no extravagant gifts. There was however, a prolonged build up, mandated by him, which was oddly hot for a girl who was somewhat used to getting what she wanted from the boys she dated. He followed months of using the age gap (13 years) and our status as colleagues (yeah, OK, not a great idea) as deterrents with a serious and stern conversation where he explained his sexual proclivities over drinks. Instead of being appropriately horrified or cowed, I took a deep breath, finished my martini and blushingly confessed to having “borrowed” my dad’s copy of the Story of O when I was sixteen and having some interesting (but untested) proclivities of my own. He kissed me for the first time that night and two interludes of vanilla sex later (actually worthy of a story for another time), finally agreed to initiate me into this world I thought only existed for weirdos and freaks, not people like us.

Exotic Eva

My First DS Experience

kept stroking him

April 14, 2019

I reached over and felt it in the car. It was warm and hard and I could feel his heartbeat through his cock. I held it in my hand and without really thinking about it I started moving my hand up and down. In less than a minute his cum shot in the air, six, seven creamy spurts. I kept stroking him until it subsided.  

I’ve spent too much time on Dark Google searching out those illicit and very secret Farmers Markets with their cornucopia of forbidden fruits and crisply virgin vegetables. I am, yes, a lost soul –

an intimacy going

April 6, 2019

Every work has a shape. I work in a lot of different kinds of forms and a lot of the poems are long. I’m aware of using musical forms. I’m quite influenced by the symphonic form, for example, the sonata form. But I feel it’s really necessary to make as much of the formal construction of it as I can obvious and at the same time there’s an intimacy going on that has to do with the use of the human voice and the fact that one is talking to others and there’s the possibility of having some sort of enormous performance thing happen, as if performing a play.

Alice Notley

Seeing the future: a conversation with Alice Notley

voting for the right

April 6, 2019

All voting is a sort of gaming, like checkers or back gammon, with a slight moral tinge to it, a playing with right and wrong, with moral questions; and betting naturally accompanies it. The character of the voters is not staked. I cast my vote, perchance, as I think right; but I am not vitally concerned that that right should prevail. I am willing to leave it to the majority. Its obli­gation, therefore, never exceeds that of expediency. Even voting for the right is doing nothing for it. It is only expressing to men feebly your desire that it should prevail. A wise man will not leave the right to the mercy of chance, nor wish it to prevail through the power of the majority. 

Henry David Thoreau

Civil Disobedience, or Resistance to Civil Government