tits

In case you have never heard the original comedy routine that prompted a trip to the Supreme Court, check out YouTube, which has video of Carlin in his prime, riffing on the absurdity of our cultural hang-ups here.

George Carlin, 1937-2008

'Hey, Tits, come here. Tits, meet Toots, Toots, Tits, Tits, Toots.'

RIP

floggers & paddles & whips, oh my!

Like a kid in a candy store, I surf the web for sites that have interesting items and presentations.

Just because pain is your medium, the air you breathe, the ocean in which you swim, does not mean that an innocent should suffer! You have your needs, that is understood, but there are options now in the 21st century for picky pervs who want to play, but who also need to be sure no animal suffered for their pain. Check these out:

Twenga

Adam and Gillian's Sensual Whips and Toys

I know there must be many more, I leave it to you to go forth and google!

sugar and spice

Anyone have a sweet tooth? Check out a bakery with a difference:

Nooky's Erotic Bakery

Bon appetit!

face dances tonight

A submissive I know told me about the art of Namio Harukawa, a Japanese fetish artist who explored the subject of face-sitting in his work. His work almost always shows a large, voluptuous woman smothering a much smaller man. The women look so casual and easy, almost oblivious to the men who are being humiliated. The men look as though they have been subjected to their humiliations countless times, their faces reflecting the hopelessness of the situation and their bindings depicting how thoroughly they are trapped.

You can see samples here.

Although most of his work does deal with face-sitting, there are some variations in his theme of humiliation, and you can see more here.

His work is realistic in detail, but exaggerated in the scale of the women to the men to underline their D/s relationships. These are big, beautiful Goddesses who, if they deign to take notice, are amused by tiny, insignificant men.

how hot is it?

A friend of mine in South Carolina tells me that according to one no-longer-on-the-air personality, it's "too hot to fuck". Apparently she did not realize her microphone was still on, and so she no longer works for WYFF (could I, would I, make those call letters up?).

My first reaction was to think, what a weak sister! How can it possibly be too hot to fuck? Isn't hotter better? But I am revising that opinion, not everyone has the same enthusiasm for all things sexual that I do (though I am proud to be at the far end of the curve on this one).

Rather hypocritical of them to let her go for saying what everyone was probably thinking? For it is terribly hot there and here in my native state. It's hot and sticky, and not in a good way!

purveyor of phone sex

Yes, a few years ago I took a little exit from the boulevard of dreams and found myself in the land of phone sex, or adult phone fantasy. It wasn't really that far to go for me, I have always enjoyed conversation and sex, though not necessarily at the same time. I generally like to concentrate on one thing at a time. Combining the two in one nice, neat package seemed the perfect solution when I found myself at loose ends a few years back, and so here I am, phone sex operator, purveyor of phone sex, weaver of adult fantasies.

I did work for a few companies that came close to burning me out before I found my happy place and began working for myself. I like to be dominant and now deal almost exclusively with those seeking a fem domme or feminization (submissives, panty boys, cross dressers, sissies, et al.) callers, though I keep an open (very open) mind and phone line. Fantastic journeys into sexuality and kink are all so much fun, especially when I find that wonderful connection to a man's gonads by delving deep into his mind.

I thought I would only do this as a temporary thing, but it has afforded me so much pleasure and so many opportunities to explore so many alternatives and kinks that I cannot now imagine leaving it behind.

countdown to verbosity

Here I go, the launch of another blog.

And why another blog, something that I cannot help but feel is something of a monument to my own sense of importance? I feel uncharacteristically reticent now that I settle down in front of the computer to put thoughts to keystrokes. And I have not been one of those people who kept journals all through their lives, carefully accumulating a store of recorded thoughts and feelings to browse through on rainy days.

But there came a point when I felt I might want to put thoughts down in some more concrete form, and hopefully hear from some who share my enthusiasms, or even share a contrary opinion to spice things up! I've had more than a few ideas bouncing around in my head lately, so I look forward to sorting those out and writing it all down.