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Monday, April 06, 2009
Spank for a Brighter Tomorrow
Well, it’s spring. And, as you all know, in springtime a man’s fancy turns to his long-neglected blog. Yes. The plan is that I will actually be posting new material. For instance, I am almost finished with the next installment of the “Between Us, A Girl” serial story. Looks like it’s going to be five parts instead of four! Poems will continue. (Speaking of which, why not forward my spring haiku to folks you know? It’s time to flex those flirting muscles.) I’ll be back to commenting on sex-related stories from the daily news. And finally, I’ve got this urge to do some drawing. This one today is mine. I have no idea what will come of this.
I’ve also been doing a little housekeeping. I finally ditched Blogrolling.com for my links list due to their new advertisement policy and basic unreliability. It also gave me the chance to roll my own blogroll internally, break it into categories, cull the dead links, and add a bunch of new must read (or view) sites. I got rid of Meebo for now. Aside from flirting with Devi, there didn’t seem to be much call for a group chat area. Instead, I’ve added a Digsby IM widget. So, if you see I’m online when you’re visiting, feel free to give me a shout or quick grope.
Speaking of news, did you see where researchers have found that spanking enhances relationships? Actually, it wasn’t just spanking. Researchers attended BDSM events in Arizona and Colorado where they measured the stress hormone cortisol in participants before, during, and after S&M sessions. They found that:
During S&M scenes, cortisol rose significantly in those receiving stimulation, but dropped back to normal within 40 minutes if the scene went well. There was no change in those inflicting the activity. ... “When sexual intercourse is consensual it is not stressful—even if it is extreme sex.”
The researchers also attempted to measure relationship closeness. In both studies, couples who said their sessions went well and that the party went well also reported feeling closer to their partner afterward. Researchers admit that they haven’t adequately examined the effects of other shared activities on relationship closeness. It’s possible taking a walk and holding hands may have the same effect. Except without the welts.
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Categories: Sex news
Tags: bdsm, art, spanking
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Haiku
I.
stale costume drama
made better by popcorn and
your hand in my pants.
II.
tied to none but myself,
I point my toes at your touch.
the string tugs my balls.
III.
your mom’s sweater rack?
in your room, transformed.
last night’s spreader bar!
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Categories: Poetry
Tags: erotic poetry, bdsm, haiku
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
National Poetry Month
DirtyTalkinGirl did a very nice tribute to National Poetry Month over at Pussy Talk last week. Proving once again that I am nothing more than a big "joiner in-ner," I offer you the following poem of mine.By the way. There's a certain amount of irony in the number of hits I'm getting each week from bondage sites. As a writer, lots of topics amuse me. I've written about lots of things I haven't even gotten close to trying. That was the fun of them... for me, anyway. (Speaking of which, I've got a couple of spanking stories some of you might like.) Just because I write about it doesn't mean that it's my kink or even my kink du jour. But I do love to sit in your bedrooms and take notes. Or something like that.
Happy spring, everyone!
elevated
the hand that grips the cordspreads open and wide.
its fingers extend into cool air,
then collapse inward.
they form a fist.
the nails dig into their own palm:
self-inflicted stigmata,
blood from a shuddering,
somewhat sweaty stone.
toes strain to support
the weight of your 28 years.
they tire, sink, rebound...
begin to let go, think twice,
hallucinate of heels,
the insides of mouths and inseams.
stretched taut, the cords grab hold,
awaken the sinking sleeper.
the rafter creaks
and you almost surrender a sound.
how your wrists must sting!
how your arms and shoulders surely burn!
I offer a reprieve
and you accept, as you must,
defiance and fire have their place
and it is miles from here
as the crow flies.
I lift sweet and naked you,
help spread your legs,
place your tired feet on wooden blocks,
three feet apart, inches high...
wobbling there, not strong enough
to keep the blocks from wiggling,
one slip from hanging,
one misstep from collapse,
beads and streams of juice and sweat
gleaming between your legs
like liquid lenses
reflecting purple red and pink.
so strong,
so controlled.
you've regained the upper hand.
your breathing is your own.
you can do this.
you can do this.
you can...
pyrrhic victory, sweetness.
I pull up a chair and sit,
my face inches from your swollen sex.
can you see, dear heart?
can you imagine the game?
can you fly?
I take out the feather
and begin to play.
