Author: B

  • Kinky cat, caught in the act! More on this developing scandal at 5…

  • Video chatting with M, who’s out of town right now. Just a little tease…

  • Photos from my first latex project, using Archean’s (of Kink Engineering) simple circle skirt pattern. Could have been better, but I’m pretty pleased with it anyway. Looks great once it’s all shined up.

  • First Latex Project: Simple Circle Skirt Pattern

    First Latex Project: Simple Circle Skirt Pattern

  • Moroccan Tagine

  • Rubbering Together

    B has mocked me for long enough, it’s time for my first post. This is all very ironic, since I was the one who originally suggested we do a blog together! I suppose at the time, I was trying one of my famous new relationship “challenges” – was she willing and ready to admit our kinks in an quasi-anonymous open dialog? All of my close personal friends know about my “extra curricular activities”, to some extent – that I tend to be a pervert in the bedroom and those who date me quickly follow suit. Sadly my friends also tend to have fairly vanilla sex lives – thankfully we find common interests among traveling, good food and amusement.

    Instead of lamenting about relationship drama (we’re not poly – sorry, no scheduling fetish here) or strict protocol language (we aren’t a 24/7 lifestyle couple); the theme here is documenting some of our bedroom… err dungeon and kitchen discoveries. This project also gives us a bit of focus together, helping build our technical and crafting skills in a pleasurable manner. It’s refreshing to see similar “behind the scenes” adventures, from Fetish Kitsch, Kink Engineering, and of course the unstoppable JG Leathers. Hopefully we’ll be able to pass on some laughs and groans along the way… so welcome!

  • Putting it into words

    There are a number of nights I’ve meant to write about in the last few months, but continue to fail putting them down on paper. Sometimes it’s just a lack of time, but other time it’s a lack of vocabulary. How do you describe what it’s like to be brought to the edge repeatedly, to be pushed in ways you hadn’t previously imagined, and to savor every moment of it, even when you’re begging for it to stop?

    A few weeks ago, it was M’s night to be in control. He pushed me far enough that I was forced to call a safe word, and later ended up sobbing against his chest for unknown reasons. He’s wanted me to write about that night for awhile now, but how do I do that? What do I say? It’s a lot more complicated than fucking my mouth.

    It’s called sub space, but we call it “head space”. When your brain is short circuited and you check-out and can’t think about anything except being in the moment. You’re not thinking about that report due at work or that bill that needs to be paid or that homework that has to be graded. Where you are and what you are doing is simply that moment. That’s what M can do to me, and what I feel deeply inadequate in trying to talk about.

    I hope I can give that to M one day, so he can understand what it’s like and why I have such a hard time talking about it.

  • Photos from last night

  • Restrained

  • Random text messages

    B: You have two options when you get home tonight. a) nothing, and I mean nothing, will happen, b) you’re mine a soon as you walk through the door.

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    M: Clearly we need to formulate a special kinky Gatorade that quenches thirst but is slow to release

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    B: I might have been planning that. I might be wearing gloves so you don’t feel any skin

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    M: Ha like you haven’t gotten me hard already?