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kink and feminism and stuff…formerly known as Absinthe Cocktail.

Archive for December, 2011

Further Break Up Notes

Posted in Uncategorized on December 18, 2011 by

Unsurprisingly, it turns out that “on a break” is not a real thing.  It’s really over.

Also, this is my 50th blog post.  Hooray.

Search term roundup!

Posted in Uncategorized on December 15, 2011 by

I am always kind of disappointed by my search terms.  Unlike sites like, say, the amazing Pussy Goes Grr, where the periodic search term listings always, always include people trying to find nude pictures of various random actresses, or the search terms posts on the Pervocracy, which included gems like “paradox fetish,” “24 hour forced vibrator torture,” and “sexy earring put on vagina,” I don’t get that many amusing search terms.  In fact, most people who find my blog by searching were, in fact, searching for “fisting” or “fisting blog.”  In some places, this would be bizarre and amusing.  But since I actually write a blog that is often about fisting, it’s kind of anticlimactic.  And now I’m making it happen more by saying “fisting” a whole bunch.

But I do still get some amusing, and horrifying, and sometimes just plain sad search terms that show up in my analytics.  Probably the second most popular one, after “fisting,” is “absinthe cocktail.”  While I’d like to delude myself into thinking that my blog really is so popular that tons of people are searching for it by name, I’m pretty sure those folks are just looking for a drink recipe.  This kind of makes me feel like an asshole, for naming my blog something that has next-to-nothing to do with the actual content.  So here, for those searchers who probably paged through, like, ten pages of Google results with actual drink recipes on the to get here, is how one makes an absinthe cocktail:

1/2 Absinthe (1 1/2 oz Absinthe Verte de Fougerolles)
1/2 Water (1 1/2 oz Water)
1 dash Syrup (Rich Simple Syrup)
1 dash Angostura Bitters

Shake well and strain into a cocktail glass (source)
I also found this list of the Top 5 Absinthe Cocktails on Epicurious.  Many of them look delicious.
I feel really kind of bad for the person who found this blog by searching “my staples are pulling and hurt,” because I feel like the last thing I would want to find in that situation is a blog post about using medical staples for recreational purposes.  
I am worried by the search for “vibrator cake mix,” because my blog post about that was one big overextended metaphor, and I worry that someone googling “vibrator cake mix” is possibly going to get a very bad yeast infection soon.  Please do not mix literal vibrators with literal cake mix.
I was surprised and delighted by the phrase “vampires sucking cock,” especially since it showed up right around the time I was having a very hot conversation with Garnet about the logistics of going down on someone when you have fangs.  
“can you have a orgasm when on absinthe”?  Well, being really drunk does desensitize some people.  Including me.  So it probably depends on the amount of absinthe.
I’m also kind of sad that the person who searched “is fisting a real thing?” didn’t stick around to read more.  I suspect that the people who searched “male maid training” were probably disappointed, and I hope the person who searched “g-spot and feeling of urination” learned some things about female ejaculation somewhere in their search.  And it makes me really happy that a handful of people searched “orgasm revolution.”
At least all of this is better than my old blog, which people seemed to mostly find by searching for David Boreanaz.

Remote Controlled

Posted in Uncategorized on December 11, 2011 by

Like I said a few posts ago, I really like remote control toys.  Public sex and/or play has always been really hot to me (I had my first orgasm in a public space), and, of course, any sort of situation where I can turn over control of my pleasure to my dominant is really hot for me, so a remote controlled vibrator is kind of perfect, right?

You would think so.  But the remote vibes of the past have mostly managed to be both clunky and weak.  Your standard battery-powered remote vibe is egg-shaped, so it’s awkward to tuck into your undies for external stimulation.  But if you insert it, (which…internal vibration doesn’t really do much of anything for me anyway) it loses all ability to pick up a signal from the remote.

Rechargeable remote vibes have been changing all that.  Rechargeable toys can be smaller and stronger than their battery-operated cousins.  And it’s really awesome.

So last Sunday, when we were out at an event, and Garnet suddenly remembered she’d wanted me to put on the remote vibe I’d just given her as a gift, I was…well…very excited to try it out.  I slipped into the bathroom, popped the vibrator into a condom, and put it in place.  It took some finagling to get it turned on at first (I had to step out into the hall, and reach under my skirts to turn it on manually), but once we figured out the controls…oh my goodness.  It was the strongest remote vibrator I’ve ever had the good fortune to try.  Like, actually, really distracting in public.

As we wandered around for the rest of the evening, Garnet occasionally poked at the remote and watched my reaction.  It was really fun, sneakily being stimulated like that in public, having Garnet decide whether I was going to be mildly distracted or ohmygod distracted.  There was also the hilarity of letting a few of our friends in on what was happening, with Garnet asking them to push the button and everyone laughing as I grinned and blushed and squirmed.

It was the closest I’ve ever gotten to coming from a remote vibe.  In the right situation, I really might.

I can’t wait to bring it to a play party.

Bleeding and Fucking

Posted in Uncategorized on December 8, 2011 by

Garnet pulled an assortment of things from her bag, including her knife.  The other things, whatever they were, she slipped into her mouth.  When she looked up and grinned at me, she had fangs.  I very nearly swooned right then.

She climbed on top of me, straddling me, and bit me.  She bit my arms, and the top of my breast.  She ripped my tights (I mean, more than they were already ripped) and bit my thigh.  She had me take off my dress, and she took her knife and cut my breast (it took a few tries…that knife needs sharpening) and she bit and sucked at the cut.  I squirmed underneath her, and moaned.  It was a completely delicious, intense sensation, even though I was a smidge disappointed at how little I bled.

Then she cut her own arm and offered me her blood.  I get kind of overwhelmed when she does this, since in my mind blood is hugely important, and exchanging blood ties very, very closely into the central fantasy of my life.  I licked delicately at her arm, and in a few moments I was licking and sucking, trying to get as much of her as I could out of that one little cut.  She didn’t quite have to pull me off, but she did pull her arm away.

She took her fangs out at some point.  She actually bites much harder without the fangs, and I have a tender bruise on my ribs to prove it.  She bit my side, and my thigh, and I wriggled and clutched at the sheets so hard I pulled them off one corner of the bed.  I really love being hurt by Garnet, I love suffering for her, but that doesn’t mean it’s always easy for me to take.

When she was done biting me, and I felt sore and swoony and delicious, she asked if I still wanted her to fuck me with my new purple dildo, something we’d talked about a while before.  I started to go off into my usual waffly “Well, if you really want to…” direction, but I actually managed to stop myself and give a clear “yes.”  I think I said please, too.  I hope I said please.  She told me to take off my tights and underwear, but to put my legwarmers back on.  She also pointed me towards her harness, and I slid the dildo into place.  I love how this has become one of the things I do for her, like making her tea or rubbing her feet.

She asked me what position I wanted to be fucked in.  I started off saying missionary, but quickly reconsidered when I realized how good it would feel to be fucked hard from behind while I was already all sore and bitten up.  I rolled onto my stomach, and she lubed up the cock.  She slid her fingers inside me, quick and hard, making sure I was ready for her, then she pushed her cock into me.

It was delicious.  She held me down and fucked me hard, biting the backs of my shoulders and growling in my ear.  It felt so good, to be held down and fucked hard and fast and to hear her say that she liked being able to see her cock sliding into me.  The angle was occasionally tricky, and it popped out a few times, at one point she went back to fingering me, pushing her fingers into my cunt and ass.  After a few minutes, she slipped the cock back into me, and asked if I wanted a vibrator.  I did, and it didn’t take long before I was asking “May I please come, Sir?”

“Not yet,” she replied.

I’m getting a bit better at holding back, at treading that line where I don’t quite pull the vibe all the way away from myself, but I manage to not accidentally have an orgasm.  It’s tricky, and it doesn’t always work, but I’m getting better at it.  Still, it seemed like a very long time before she growled “Now,” at me, and told me to come for her.  I let go and came, just a few seconds after she told me to, pushing back on her cock and moaning.

She asked me if I’d come, and I said yes.  She asked if I wanted to keep going, and I couldn’t answer at first.  It took me a few tries (and her saying “That’s not an answer!” a few times) to say that I need to re-position before I could keep going.  I rolled onto my back and half sat up, liking the way I could see the bright purple silicone sliding in and out of my body.

I tried to come again, but it just wasn’t happening, even though everything still felt wonderful.  Eventually we stopped and cuddled for a bit, and when I felt like I could get up, I went and started running a bath for her.  While the tub was filling, I came back into the bedroom and found Garnet still wearing the harness and cock.  I gave it a quick lick, and then began licking and sucking and stroking.  I’d wanted to suck her dick for a very, very long time, so I tried to do an especially good job, sucking and licking and pushing it down into the back of my throat until I gagged a little.  It was very fun, and very sexy watching her react to what I was doing.

I managed to stop just when the tub was full.  Perfect timing.

Bits and Bobs

Posted in Uncategorized on December 6, 2011 by

Break up notes: Oh my god, everything is so hard and awful right this minute.  As long as I stay busy, I feel okay–Garnet and my job are pretty much saving my life right now.  Today is actually, seriously, the first day since it happened that I have been in the apartment by myself, and while I’ve been looking forward to this and saying how badly I need a day off, now I actually wish I had more to keep busy with.  I should get out of bed and do the dishes.

Brief thoughts on street harassment: Street harassment used to make me scared.  Like, really scared.  Partly this is because the street harassment I deal with is far less intense since I moved to the City.  But also, I feel like I have regained some of my ability to be angry.  So when some random dude, as happened the other day, gives me an appraising look while I’m out running errands and says “Mmmhmm, gorgeous.  That’s very nice.”  I don’t get scared anymore, I get pissed.  I want to yell “This isn’t for you, asshole!”  Because I really, really resent the implication that my attempts to look semi-presentable while doing laundry is treated like I’m a glossy goddamn picture in a magazine, presented for someone else’s enjoyment.  I am a person, not a fucking decoration.

It makes me extra pissed when Garnet and I walk down the street literally holding hands and some dude acts like he’s stumbled onto a Girls Gone Wild taping.  No.  Fuck you.  This has nothing to do with you.

I think I’m getting closer to being the person I’ve always wanted to be.

Remote control vibrators: Remote toys have kind of been an obsession of mine for a while, and I’m really excited to say that I’ve finally found a few that don’t suck.  For a long, long time, I feel like remote toys, while delightful in concept, were severely lacking execution.  Now, with the advent of rechargeable vibes, they’re finally making remote toys that are small enough and quiet enough and holy fuck strong enough to actually work the way I’ve always wanted them to.

Now someone just needs to make one I can put in my butt.

On openness and honesty: After all the confusion and weirdness (and sometimes fuckery) that happened over the course of Roderick’s and my awkward stumblings in the direction of an open relationship, it has seriously amazed me how easy it can be to negotiate things like this.  Seriously, talking about shit in a blunt, honest way and letting your partner know what’s going on is fucking awesome.  Do I still get jealous sometimes?  Yes.  I am kind of a jealous harpy sometimes, largely due to my terrible self-esteem.  But I am starting to feel safe in my relationship, instead of the panicked-death-grip that I have almost physically felt every time I was jealous in any other relationship I’ve been in.