Birthday Burning

I turn thirty-six today – and I’ve had an incredibly awesome day! However the fun really got started a few days early, as on Friday night Enyo and I attended the awesome queer kinky party, Rough House (held at Basement) – and had lots of scratchy switchy sexy fun together, perved at lots of other folks having fun, and had some great conversations with friends and strangers alike. It was crowded and noisy and Satan Claus was in attendance with his big stick (and making good lubed up use of it, by the sounds of it), and it was a blast.

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Beat My Feet, Please!

Here’s how it is with my feet: I hate having them tickled. I really don’t like having needles stuck in them – whether it’s for acupuncture or for kink. Like many people, I find that having them rubbed is blissful. And I happen to think that having them beaten, smacked, flogged and cropped – especially if it’s heavy, thuddy and hard – is about the best damned thing ever.

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Party at Pet’s Place

I much prefer small intimate parties to large ones. While I have occasionally attended kinky events that have had 50-100 people, I get ‘peopled’ out and overwhelmed quite swiftly – while I really enjoy getting to know people and talking to them (not to mention seeing folks play), the sheer numbers tire me out.

So the small parties that we hold at Hylas’ place? Are absolutely perfect. 8-12 people that we know really well, the option of sex with our kink, and anyone is welcome to go and hide out in the toy pile if they need some quiet space. There’s no shortage of introverts in our group of friends, and I’m not the only one that sometimes needs some time to myself.

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Marked Flesh – a Photo Essay

One of the many things I missed when my relationship with Adonis ended was his skill with sharp and pointy objects. From scratching with hat-pins to deliberate designs with porcupine quills to carefully planned and executed cuttings with scalpels, the pain and pleasure and delicious results were something I sorely missed.

I’ve chosen not to let anyone other than Adonis do that to me – it’s something peculiarly his and mine. There’s trust involved, but also the feedback of verbal and physical communication. The awareness that he knows what he’s doing and it’s turning me on but he’ll stop if I ask it, or pause if I need it.

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Sadistic Moments

There are moments that stay with me throughout the evening. Moments that I endeavour to hold onto, to clasp within my fingers and not lose in the rush of pain, of endorphins, of submission. Some are captured by the camera for later. Some are held only behind my eyelids.

There is Dionysos: slowly and deliberately rolling up the (crimson red) sleeves of his shirt, the fabric folding over and over as his forearms are revealed. There is me, kneeling before him: sharply chided as my eyes slide sideways to see what Kiana is doing. There is me, my face reddening as my eyes snap back to focus on his; his scowl; his fingers folding his shirt-sleeves.

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A Hard Day’s Play – Part 2

In this post: I get a great beating, and Aphrodite joins in the torment.

“Lie on your front,” Adonis orders me. I turn and sprawl on the ragged remains of my clothes. “I’m feeling violent today, and I’m not going to go easy on you.”

I nod, my head twisted on the pillows. “I know. I’ve been looking forward to it.”

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