Solo Show Tuesday the 26th
Last Episode of “True Blood” is Tonight
Sigh. I knew it would happen sooner or later, but tonight is the series finale of “True Blood,” one of my most-loved shows. I know it’s campy but I’ve really enjoyed it on so many levels. The sexiness, of course. The homoeroticism, natch. The strong woman characters, the long arc of character development, the great writing, all are awesome. I’ve especially enjoyed the fully-formed Black characters in all of their three-dimensional glory. I’m trying to think of another series that does this so well. Granted, I’m not a TV expert but I know groundbreaking writing when I see it.
To add to the general sadness, the upcoming season of “Boardwalk Empire” is also the last one, as is “Mad Men,” as is “Justified.” Wah!
It’s come to my attention that the show I did w/Lotus Lain didn’t’ make it to archives. I have no idea why, as I pushed the “start/record” button as I normally do. Suffice to say she was amazing! When she gets her horny on, Lotus is on fire, with a very hungry pussy. I ended up using eight fingers (4+4, no thumbs) and she was happy with that. Damn, she’s just fine as cat hair. I’ll have her back on when she has time.
Woodhull Sexual Freedom Summit, ’14
To find out who all was in Alexandria this past weekend, check out the Woodhull site, which has all the info, as well as who was honored with a Vicky Sexual Freedom Award, who spoke, what the topics of workshops was, and more. It’s the only human rights organization that promotes sexual freedom as a fundamental human right. “Sexual freedom” includes whom we love, with whom we make a family, access to reproductive information and services, marriage equality, sex worker rights, and more. I’m proud of being a board member and any donations you can make really do help, a lot.
Friday Night Play
Hardy Haberman, a fellow board member, is also a long-time leader of the GLBTQ/Kink community. He’s an activist, a perv, an all-around great guy and a stellar addition to the Woodhull board. We’ve been flirting for years. Even though he identifies primarily as Gay, he’s an all-around perv and has played w/women in the past. We ended up, at midnight no less!, in the Woodhull suite. Ricci was asleep in the bedroom and we were two rooms removed from her.
Hardy’s play style is very different from my Darling’s and allows for respectful back talk. As in, “You’re a son of a bitch . . . . Sir.” He’s quite sadistic and my squeals of outrage over the intensity of his spanks, whipping, nipple pinching, etc, made him laugh. You can always tell a real masochist because, as the intensity ratchets up, we start to giggle. I have a friend who calls it, “giggle processing.” I couldn’t scream, so as not to bother Ricci, but when I started to Hardy would just kiss me while continuing the “torture.”
He’s a lot of fun and I look forward to more. We ended w/a BJ, though, since it was late and we had two voyeurs in the room, he didn’t’ finish, but I didn’t think he would. I was just honored that a Gay man let me suck his hard dick! And that he could get hard for me. I guess his sadism lets him get hot behind those who let him deliver such great stimulation. More, please!
Saturday Night Play
As I did last year I roomed with Reid Mihalko, as we’re dear friends and he’s as big a slut as I am. As it turned out, we had another ten-person play party Saturday night, after asking about eight observers to please leave, as we couldn’t have two parties: one a play party and one a talk party, in the same, small room.
I won’t even try to put it in order, as things get pretty fluid, but it did start, as they all do, with Reid going around the room to get people’s check in and boundary limits. This entails each person saying, “Hi, my name is ________ and I’m interested in _________ and my physical limits are ________.” A for-instance, “My name is ‘Suzy’ and I’m interested in being fisted.” “I’m ‘Jack’ and I’m down for receiving some anal play.” And so on. I like it because it states up front the hard limits, as well as desires, making it easier to negotiate what one does with whom.
Here’s what I got into, though there was plenty going on around me that I didn’t’ get into:
I’m glad I took a lot of gloves (aka “hand condoms”) with me, as I went through all of them! I do a lot of hand sex, as it’s very safe and lots of fun. For those who don’t know, “hand sex” is a term I use (thanks, Reid!) to indicate that I got someone off using my hands and not my pussy. Genital-genital sex carries so much weight and risk that it’s not always best for sport sex/fun times. Risking death or pregnancy “just” for fun is too much for me, I find.
Some highlights: L laying on her back with me kneeling on the floor looking at her beautiful vulva with the cute haircut. Reid is an excellent make-out artist and she was having a great time while I massaged her outer parts and used my fingers inside of her. Pinching and pulling on her lips seemed to make her very happy, as did the delicate penetration. She was not in the mood for super-firm finger fucking, but she did use the Magic Wand when she wanted to go completely over the edge. She had lovely parts and I could have gazed upon them for hours.
I also got my hand inside of F, an amazing sex educator/sexy person. Her vulva is plump, with all her inner parts obscured by her fleshly outer labia. Inside of those lips, though, is a big, fat clit with a nice, beefy curved-barbell hood piercing. It’s been my experience that the “hidden inner lips” type of vulva goes along with a little, teeny clot, but not in F’s case! She did tell me how to use the ring to jill off her clot but what she was really in the mood for was fisting. Drat. Don’t have to tell me twice! F is the type of woman who prefers to be penetrated quickly, w/out needing the loooong perineal massage before sliiiiding in the fist. Naw, just a one, two, IN! was good for her. I’m down for that.
Once in, she rode my hand aggressively, showing herself a good time. I concentrated on moving my fist as if it was on a gimbal, or was a gyroscope, hitting all the spots inside of her. Soon, she, too, was reaching for the Magic Wand (with a new condom on the end, of course) and it wasn’t long before I felt her orgasm tighten her pussy around my hand. Feeling the pulsations after she was done coming was pretty freaking awesome.
Charlie G., the sex educator, was next. L., F. and I all helped him get off. L. played with his nipples (I showed her a little trick I do w/fingernails), F. jerked him off (before he eventually took over for himself) and I helped by rubbing the bulb of his penis (the “taint,” the space between his balls and his ass), providing firm, yet indirect, stimulation to his prostate. Charlie has a truly lovely, beautiful cock: thick pretty, symmetrical and about 8″ long. Very photogenic, I must say. It was hot to play with his balls and nipples while watching him jerk himself off. He ended by shooting all over his chest, to a round of applause from the rest of us.
While I was occupied with either L. or F., Charlie was fisting ‘Suzy” on the other bed while Reid made out with her. She was on Cloud 9 and had either the longest orgasm I’d seen in a while, or a shit-ton of them in a short while. Suffice it to say, she was very, very happy, indeed. A long-held fantasy was fulfilled, to great success. Charlie is an amazing teacher and body-worker, so she was in good hands (and good hands were in her!).
At one point Reid said he wanted to suck dick. When he says that he really means he wants to suck a strap on dick worn by a woman. Lucky for me, I had just the thing and I stood on the bed while he took my “dick” and got it fairly far down his throat. Everyone else was on the other bed, watching the the attractive spectacle of tall, blonde, handsome Reid getting the toy wet with his spit. He then announced that sucking silicone like that made his butt hungry. In a flash, I was on the floor behind him and L. was on the bed in front of him, Charlie behind her and F. behind him, bobsled-style. I stood still while Reid world the fat-headed toy into his butt (He’s used to a thinner-tipped toy but I had not brought one). It took a minute but he did it. Once in, he didn’t need stroking, just rocking side to side as he buried his face in L’s lap.
After ten minutes of that, he was done and I, er, withdrew and took the toy to the bathroom and cleaned it up (not that it needed much, having been covered w/a condom and all).
While a lot of this was happening on my bed, the other bed was pretty busy, too, and not just w/Charlie fisting ‘Suzy.’ A and his Dom, R were having fully-dressed fun. A really, really, really likes heavy, full-fisted beatdowns. R is big and strong and he and A have been partners for several years, so their play style is well-developed. Using his fists, knees and elbows, R delivered well-timed blows to A’s butt cheeks and upper thighs. One good “Whomp!” and A would let the energy flow through him, sinking on his knees for a moment, before returning to position (which tells the Top, “I’m ready for the next one, please.”).
It was super hot to watch R play w/A, as I don’t often get to witness such a strong interaction. I like being hit was much as the next masochist, and do enjoy “thumb” sensations a lot. But A took the cake, imho. He took a solid beating for a solid 45 minutes, until R was dripping sweat. When they were done I complimented R on his technique and he said, “Oh, I once beat A for three solid hours and he didn’t have mark on him the next morning.” Ah, “iron butt,” as we call it in the kink scene.
Just as a boxer’s hands get tough, or a martial artist’s, so, too, does a masochist’s butt become very, very difficult to make for any length of time. I have it when it come to canes. I can take a pretty good caning and, an hour later, not show marks (though my Darling is not a super-sadist and, as a model, I can’t really have marks that last more than a day). But I’m not often beaten as hard as R beat A. When it was over, A had not one mark/bruise/pink spot on his ass or upper thighs. I was suitably impressed, to say the least. Golly! Ah, the human body. A marvel always.
The last bit was, oddly, the same as last year, when M and J played on the edge of the other bed. Lucky for us, Reid had thought to pack a Liberator Fascinator Blanket (watertight, machine washable, for squirters) and we put it under J. M only plays when she’s alone with J, so M just “gets” to show off how freaking hot and sexy J is. J, to her credit, likes being shown off, so it’s a pretty great relationship (plus the fact that they’re awesome people). J is a massive squirter and prefers short, shallow FAST stroking. I put on a pair of gloves and took over from J, who needed something thicker than the toy she was using.
Leaving her clit for her to manage, I took over the penetration stimulation. What finally helped her over the edge was a two-handed approach: four fingers, flat, at the bottom edge of her pussy (the “forchette“), pressing her open and down, with three fingers of my other hand doing the actual friction part. The four fingers were to give the sensation of girth and being filled up and the three fingers doing the frigging were there for the “being fucked fast” sensation. After only five or six minutes (I wasn’t involved w/the twenty minutes of masturbation that preceded my direct involvement), J went over the edge and squirted up a storm. Lucky for the Fascinator!
Whew! The party really got started at 12:30 and everyone was gone by 2:45, which was exactly right.
Sunday at the Summit saw Carol Queen give the final keynote address. There were two other great speakers and then an author’s round table discussion. I mingled for a bit with all of the amazing people who work for sexual freedom year round, did an interview and took some pictures.
After a great dinner at Clyde’s, a short walk from the hotel, Reid and I ended up cuddling in bed, watching a movie, “How To Train Your Dragon 2,” (highly recommended. Amazing animation, good story and totally well-done). We smooched some, wrassled some and ended the evening w/me helping him jerk off by playing w/his balls while he handled his dick. Sigh. I never get enough of playing w/balls while the guy jerks off. All the fun of “getting someone off” w/o any of the hassle of, “Am I doing this right?” When we let our partners drive their dicks or clits, we can never “go wrong,” which makes for more fun, imho
Monday I hitched a ride to Baltimore with Greg DeLong of www.njoytoys.com fame for my fundraising talk at Sugar, Baltimore’s premier, high-end, body-safe, community-minded sex shop. I spoke there last year but this year they’ve moved into a much bigger space, just across the street from their old place (they did all the moving on carts!), that is just sumptuous. Originally a pharmacy from the early 20th Century, the floors are tile and the ceiling embossed tin plates. Just lovely, with a special space just for classes. The staff is amazing and I had a great time, as I usually do, preaching the gospel of safer, happier sex play. The audience was lovely and we made some good money for Woodhull.
When it was over we had an amazing dinner and crashed in the hotel for the night. Greg dropped me off at the curb before returning the car and getting himself to the gate.
All in all, an amazing week, full of fantastic people working together for an important cause. Hope to see you next year at the Summit. Until then, please donate what you can to Woodhull. All donations are tax-deductible, so if you can do a monthly donation, that would be awesome!