While no one can dispute their unmatched endurance, zombie physiology still leaves much to be desired when it comes to sex. Sextutor.com accounts for pitfalls aplenty for both the living and undead fetishist in their humorous Zombie Sex Guide. They also have a page of pumpkin porn!
Along those lines, consider this fetish scenario: Instead of wanting to eat your brains, the marauding hordes of undead just wanted to give you the best orgasm of your life, by any means possible? How hot would that be? Besides the rather ominous effects that would transform you during the afterglow, of course.
I don’t even know if I’m into casting, but I am so into this website. Castyourenthusiasm.com has great shots and a great sense of humor. I love the obvious pleasure that Christina takes in tackling ambitious “sculptures.” And she gets bonus points for being a switch!
Mindblowing gallery of corset piercings.
Love this little poem from salon.com:
Leena:
Will you let me tie you up? Will you let me whip your butt?
Can I fit you with this ring? Can I bind you in this sling?
Me:
I will not let you tie me up, I will not let you whip my butt.
You cannot use your rings or slings.
I’ll not be bound by anything!
I do not like that, can’t you see?
That third degree is not for me.
Leena:
I will make you wear this mask, but I will free you if you ask.
You can crawl and kiss my boot. I will force you to stay mute.
Me:
No mute, no boot! That’s absolute.
No mask, don’t ask!
What’s wrong with you?
And put away that nipple screw.
I have no taste for shame or pain.
You really are a crazy dame.
Stumbled upon this gem in M4W (just scoping the competition…). As corny as it gets toward the end, whoever originally wrote it had a lot of good ideas. Ginger says she’s seen this on CL before.
Are you a submissive slut? Answer my 10 questions… – 31 (West Village)
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Several months ago I decided to finally take the plunge into an intimidating area of S&M: electrical play.
The concept of stimulating or torturing one’s erogenous zones with electricity has, in my experience, been known to make even the most seasoned bondage aficionados wary. In fact, my successful attempt at converting a home stereo system into an anal/urethral e-stim device was once met with strong disapproval and scoldings by several electrically-minded kinksters, worried about the dangers of an improperly constructed or operated DIY e-stim unit. All things considered, they’re probably right, and unless you have a degree in electrical engineering (or a friend who does to supervise you), I suggest holding off on the homemade TENS units. I don’t really have either, so I wizened up and bought some high-quality e-stim equipment: namely the ErosTek ET-232. Complete review after the jump.
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I have a slight obsession with the female figure. Specifically, the female figure wrapped in tentacles. This piece just came together in my mind one day. It is silky all tied-up with amorphous. My tribute incorporates hand dyed silk ribbon, vintage velvet paper ribbon, a rubber orange octopus ring, a found web image and black glitter, all in a repurposed box.
The Pear Of Anguish was a medieval torture device used on ladies (witches and baby-aborters, gay men, and in the mouths of blasphemers. They were unusually lavishly decorated for torture devices, which makes me wonder if the non-spiked variations were ever used recreationally.
Ginger got me thinking about the true meaning of voyeurism with her post featuring the crazyhot camera phone music video (which you absolutely must watch). Over the years, as you might have noticed, I’ve often turned to reading craigslist to please my curiosity. It generally goes like this: I click on a post with a picture. It’s a dick. I drop my jaw, then cover my mouth with my hand in a gesture of true surprise. Every time I do this, I’m honestly shocked to see a cock in the photo. I know there’s going to be one when I click the link, but still! And I just keep clicking and clicking, finding each one more compelling than the last. I love the feeling I get when I see the genitals of these random strange men, but does it truly count as voyeurism if the person knows they are being watched? These men are well aware that they are sharing their hardons. They are know, pray, hope, that they are being watched. It makes it easier for me to judge, mock or worship them, and contributes to my ease in doing so. Thus, I have to ask, does the real voyeur get off on what she is seeing, or on the violation of a victim’s sexual boundaries?
