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I am so into The Boss

Posted in Uncategorized on January 26, 2014 by

I have mentioned before, I think, how much I really really like The Boss by Abigail Barnette.  If you know me in meatspace, I have probably told you extensively in person how much I like this book, and ennumerated the reasons why I think it’s so good.  I’ve wanted to blog about it for a while (and its sequel, The Girlfriend), but I’ve been putting it off for ages.

I’ve been trying really hard to figure out how I can do this without comparing The Boss endlessly to Fifty Shades of Grey.  Partly because I’m just really tired of talking about Fifty Shades, and partly because I just feel like The Boss deserves better.  But it’s hard.  Especially since I’m reasonably sure that part of the reason The Boss exists is to highlight how terrible Fifty Shades is.  But I’m going to try…

So The Boss.  Twenty-something New Yorker Sophie Scaife arrives at her job at a top fashion magazine to discover that the magazine has been bought out and her awful, demanding boss has been replacedby the older man Sophie had an amazing one-night-stand with years before, who it turns out is Neil Elwood, a well-known media mogul.  They talk through the awkward, and agree to have a no-strings-attached sex arrangement.  He moves her to a different department within the magazine, because it would be wildly inappropriate for him to be having any sort of sexual relationship with his assistant.

Through talking about what they both like in bed, Neil admits he’s into BDSM and Sophie admits she wants to explore D/s with him in the bedroom.  They play sexy games, where he does things like making her edge while masturbating and send her home with no panties.  Every time they play, he reminds her what their safewords are before they start, or before things get more intense.  He frequently checks in to make sure she’s okay.  Also, he lends her his iPad which has a bunch of useful instructional kink guides loaded on it for her to read.

Basically, they both agree to pursue a sexy, consensual D/s relationship because it’s something they’re both interested in and find hot.

I’m so into the realism here.  There are definitely elements that make things more glamorous than most people’s real lives, like Neil’s huge, gorgeous apartment on Central Park, but the characters are still believable as actual people.  Sophie and her roommate, Holly, have believable quirks and inside jokes.  They wear goofy pyjamas, smoke weed, and eat cheap Chinese food.  Neil is likable, for all that he’s a multi-billionaire and kind of a control freak sometimes.  Also, he’s middle aged.  He sings off-key in the shower.  And he and Sophie argue about his control freakery.  She’s submissive to him during sexy times, but there’s no full-time power exchange and they hang out and act like friends most of the rest of the time.  And while Neil’s money is there, sometimes hanging over him and Sophie like a huge, awkward cloud of different-ness, it’s completely reasonable that a middle-aged dude who owns a publishing empire would have an absurd amount of money, and the book shows him doing actual work.

There are obstacles, like Neil’s adult daughter, and finally Sophie has to make some very serious choices about her work/relationship boundaries (major downside of trying to ethically fuck your boss).  And of course, feelings develop, the way feelings sometimes do in NSA arrangements.  But again, the conflicts and problems are real things people might actually face in a relationship.  It’s refreshing.

Also, I love that this book finally breaks this thing where in straight-up erotica everyone is bisexual and in erotic romance no one is.  Queer people exist!  Queer people of color, even!  I will be writing way more about this if/when I get around to writing a post about the sequel, The Girlfriend, because way more awesome queer stuff happens there, but still!  There are multiple people who are not straight in this book, and while one of them is a snarky gay man who works for a fashion magazine, he’s also written as a real person and not a cardboard cut-out.

I feel like the world of kinky literary porn really needed this book.  For so long, we’ve had these grand fantastic novels with secret societies and 24/7 slaves, going all the way back to The Story of O.  Don’t get me wrong, I love that shit.  I’m utterly obsessed with Laura Antoniou’s Marketplace series.  But there is so definitely a place for a novel where two people engage in hot, well-negotiated, consensual BDSM, and maybe fall in love, and nobody actually gets sold at auction or freaks out about how “damaged” they are.  Things are so grounded in the real world that there are even specific sex toys described within the book.

I really, really, really like The Boss.  I like it so much that I bought its sequel immediately upon finishing it.  If you would also like to read The Boss, it’s available for free in a few places, which you can find by looking at this site here.

Posted in Uncategorized on January 20, 2014 by

I was in my nightgown and underpants, lounging in bed with Garnet.  They set aside what they were doing and started teasing me, running their fingers over my breasts and my thighs.  It was maddeningthe light touches over the most sensitive parts of my skincircling in towards my bits.  They drew it out for ages, until I was squirming and whimpering, then grinding against their hand and leg.  ”What a good little bunny!” they laughed as they teased me.  Their light touches were so intense, and hitting the spots that make me twitch and moan until they actually asked if I was okay.

I slipped my nightgown over my head and knelt up for them, and they teased my breasts more.  They trailed their fingers over the underside, making me breathe heavily.  They suckled at my nipples and bit hard on one side.  It was a little hard to take, but it also felt amazing.  They pulled out their little leather squid flogger and began to flog my tits, starting out far away and getting closer and hitting harder with each stroke.  It feltreally exciting and good.  And painful.  Obviously.  They complimented me on how well I was taking it, so of course it got way harder almost immediately.  They set aside the squid and picked up our little leather rug beater.  They hit me once and I immediately collapsed into a squirmy, squealing heap.  They tapped my butt and thighs, laughing as I tried to cover myself.  ”Aww, this is the toy you wanted,” they said.  They smacked me until I begged for them to stop.

This became a pattern.  They teased me and got me all turned on and riled up, then did something painful.  After more teasing, they pulled outa blackhead extractor.  Which, y’know, is not generally a sexy tool.  I laid back and closed my eyes and tried to hold still as they went to work on my chest and thighs with the extractor.  I’ll spare the gorier details, but at one point when I made a noise they said “It’s a good thing I get you all turned on before I do this.”  I agreed.  Turned out, they were completely joking, but I explained that it’s way easier to process  the sensations of them picking at my skin when I’m turned on.  And, when they’re using the extractor on the rest of my body, it’s easier for me to pretend they’re cutting me.

They grinned and slowly drew the tool across the skin over my ribs, and I gasped.  They pulled it over my skin in patterns all over my body, finally drawing a y-incision over my chest and abdomen.  It was impossibly intense, both the sensation and the thought that kept pounding in my head “They’re cutting me, they’re cutting me, they’re cutting me…”  I felt completely like their plaything, just a body.  I was so deep in subspace.  I may have started calling them Master.  They checked in a lot to make sure I was okay, since I was so clearly really out of it.  I managed to assure them I was fine.

When I could move, they had me stand and look in the mirror.  The extractor had left raised marks on me.  It looked like scarification.  It looked and felt completely amazing.

I collapsed back on the bed and they pulled out their toys to assess how we should fuck.  We’d been talking about buttsex all week, but it was really late at night and positioning was going to be tricky with their bad knee acting up.  ”You could still fuck my face…” I suggested, smiling wide.  They put on the Share, and I crouched between their legs and slowly licked up its length.  I slathered chocolate orange flavored lube over their cock and got to work, sucking and licking and bobbing my head.  Teasing with my tongue.  I loved it.  The way it felt, the way it tasted.  And, best of all, the way they reacted.  I ran my tongue around the head and over the frenulum, and they moaned and clutched at the pillows.  I pulled their cock as far into my mouth as it would go, and they told me I was a good girl.  I encouraged them to grab my hair, and soon they were holding my head in place and really fucking my face, purring and moaning and telling me I was a good girl over and over.  I took their cock as deep as I could, and they reached around to feel the bulge in my throat, clearly getting super turned on when they found it.

I wanted to keep going.  I just really, really love sucking their cock.  But eventually, I was forced to admit that my throat was starting to hurt.  They pulled out the Share and pushed the wearer’s end into my mouth so I could suck off their delicious juices.  ”Good girl,” they purred as I licked it clean.

I somehow ended up sitting with my hands in front of me balled into fists, and they pointed out that I was making hooves with my hands.  They stroked my breasts and teased me about being their cow-girl, then they stroked my tits firmly, pulling down as if they were milking me.  It felt delicious and humiliating and lovely.

Then they pulled out the Hitachi and we took turns getting each other off.  I asked if they’d finger-fuck me, and they said they were worried they’d hit my spot and make me squirt and wreck the bed.  I asked if I could hold the Hitachi, and as they pushed their fingers into me, rocking against my gspot, I came and came, squeezing their fingers and actually crying out their name, which I think I’ve only done a handful of times before.  When I was done shaking, they laid back and I slipped my fingers into them.  I pushed my fingers against their insides, and I talked.  I talked about how much I love being their slut, how much I loved the way they fucked my face.  I swirled my fingers inside them and I kept up the dirty talk and soon I could feel them squeeze my fingers tight as they came.  I love making them come.

I’m pretty sure we high-fived before going to sleep.  It was a night of really amazing play and sex.  We just keep getting better at this.

Link Roundup!

Posted in Uncategorized on January 16, 2014 by

There are interesting things happening in the little corner of the blogosphere that I follow, and so I figured I’d write up a quick post in order to share them with y’all.

Cliff Pervocracy reads Fifty Shades of Grey
I’ve raved a bunch about Jenny Trout’s thorough sporking of 50soG.  Cliff is one of my favorite bloggers, and has been for years.  Their take on 50 is way darker than Jenny Trout’s, while it definitely has funny moments, I really appreciate how well they break down the abusive behavior exhibited in the book.  They’re only 13 chapters in, so there will be more posts I’m sure.

Cardinal Rules: 21st Century Advice on Love, Life, and Other Sundry Bullshit
This is a brand new advice blog.  Like, it literally just started today.  It’s written by a queer lady who is fed up with how awful Dan Savage is.  Like many of us.  I really like her first post (especially since I’ve been in the situation of feeling gross and pressured about sex with one partner, but very into sex with another partner) and I’m super excited to see where things go from here.

Top to Bottom: Bi Guys Bite Back
The fabulous Lucas of Top to Bottom put out a call for bi dudes to respond the recent awful remarks Patti Stanger (of Millionaire Matchmaker fame) made about bisexual men in an interview.  The results are delightful.  I am so over bi erasure/invisibility/phobia.

What awesome blog posts have you been reading lately?