Don’t Miss CineKink

For those of you in NYC, your chance to see the best kinky and alt-sex films is coming up. CineKink: The really alternative film festival is back for #5! These films are hot, interesting, thought-provoking, and, did I mention hot! Highlights include parties, NY and US premieres, and discussions with filmmakers. I’m particularly looking forward to the following panel:

“Women Behind The Lens” – Panel Discussion: Whether they call their work erotica, pornography or adult entertainment, a growing number of female directors have been carving out key positions for themselves in the adult sector of the film production world.

A panel of these directors will discuss their roles within the industry and the individual approach each takes in depicting sexuality on screen. How does each reconcile the creative work they do with a feminist viewpoint? What are the ingredients of a truly hot sex scene? Is spit really an effective form of lubricant? Additional questions from the audience will be encouraged and film clips will be shown!

Moderated by Rachel Kramer Bussel, panelists to date include Shine L. Houston, Audacia Ray and Julie Simone.

Tickets

Ticket prices for each regular screening program are $10; $8 in advance; $6 students and seniors. Party prices vary. Admission is restricted to those 18 years of age and older for all screenings; 21 years and older w/ID for all parties.

Passes

A limited number of discounted CineKink NYC All-Access festival passes, covering admission to all 16 film programs, the kick-off party, the awards ceremony and the afterglow party, are available in advance for $85; $75 for members of any alternative sexuality organization; $60 for students and seniors. A pass to film screenings only, the CineKink NYC Film Pass, may be purchased in advance for $70; $60 for members of any alternative sexuality organization; $50 for students and seniors.

Purchase

Advance tickets and festival passes are available online via our CineKink NYC festival community on B-Side

Published in: on February 8, 2008 at 12:12 pm  Comments (3)  
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Après Soirée Musings

It was a great party. I’m not ready to write about my adventures in detail. I need to mull things over for a while. Enjoy having them to myself. Then, sometimes, eventually, they bubble up into blog entries. Sometimes not. This blog doesn’t exist to immediately chronicle every sex act in which I partake. I may be spending a good part of this year figuring out what IS the raison d’être of this blog, but I know that’s not it.

There are some thoughts bubbling over, however, from the weekend. I really like the dinner party/sex play party format. It creates a comfortable, casual atmosphere to begin the evening. It does mean that you have to just allow for a digesting period. I ate too much, despite my best efforts. The food was so good. Some people were already running upstairs to play, and I just wasn’t ready. Instead of getting frustrated, I got some fresh air in the back yard, drank some soda, and waited. Soon, I was ready.

I was feeling Toppish most of the night. My outfit worked out well for that. I stayed dressed for a long time, mainly playing the voyeur and occasionally reaching out to touch from the fortress of my clothes. Then I shed my blouse and skirt, and was very happy in my black panties, stocking, and boots. And with my favorite toy. I looked and felt quite the Domme, and had a lot of fun with that. Then I reached a point in the evening when I was ready to allow myself a different kind of pleasure, so I removed panties, stockings, and boots, and spread myself out for someone else. I enjoy deciding when to let go of control. That means I decide when I want to be touched. I really can’t let anyone touch my tits or pussy when I’m feeling Toppish. I’m so sensitive; a brush of my nipples or clit makes me lose control too quickly. Good things to know, and with which to play.

I enjoy playing with people I already know at parties. I won’t shut myself off to the chance electric encounter with a stranger, but it’s not my main goal at a party. To play with someone whom I know fairly well, and with whom I’ve shared a simmering of mentioned or unspoken desire, but have not yet had the opportunity to explore that desire… for that exploration to happen at a party, that is really the best scenario.

I must reiterate one of the points on the freaksexual post I linked to in my last entry: don’t get too drunk at a sex play party! It’s very unpleasant for the other people there, and it WILL NOT get you laid. I’m not saying don’t drink. I like a little liquor lubrication myself. But know your limits.

Published in: on January 15, 2008 at 2:01 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Tied Up Tits

C uncoiled the blue rope. I raised my arms and stood patiently, (which for me is a real feat, I’m not a patient woman!) while he wound the rope behind my back, then around and under my tits, then above, and between, tying it off there. We stood so that I could watch in the mirror as the rope tightened and my voluminous tits bulged between the loops of rope. We’re still working at a very basic level with rope, but even this simple tit tie was beautiful. We stood there admiring, and I insisted that we take a couple of pictures. Then it was time to activate the Starter Buttons.

That’s what I’ve taken to calling my nipples. They are so sensitive, that, as C said the other day, I go from “zero to slut” with one touch. I objected that I was already a slut, even before he touched my nipples, so the analogy was flawed. That’s what you get when you have a couple of bibliophiles fucking. We nerd out even when we’re revving up for sex. Sometimes it’s what revs us up.

The tight ropes around my breasts made my nipples even more sensitive, by an order of magnitude, and I squealed when he finally touched one. I should explain that this squeal is an enjoyable sound to most of my lovers. Especially a new one: when they reach out and touch my nipple for the first time and witness the extremity of my response, I love that moment of discovery. Last weekend a new friend spent nearly an hour making me writhe and squeal, simply by pinching and stroking my nipples.

I enjoy being pulled by the rope. I’m such a control freak in so many aspects of my life, but for the right person and at the right time, I love the surrender of being led by the rope that is tied around me. C pulled me into the bedroom by the rope around my tits.

“Suck my cock,” he demanded. I maneuvered my way to hovering just over it, and began licking and teasing the head with my tongue. Then I inhaled slowly, and lowered my mouth over his cock, taking it deep into my throat. I sucked and licked hungrily, but that wasn’t where we were landing. He grabbed the rope again, and pulled me up. “Sit on my cock.” I climbed on top of him. My bound tits bounced against the rope as I rocked back and forth on him until he groaned in orgasm.

Published in: on May 22, 2007 at 11:34 pm  Comments (2)  

I Want Candy

It was our first night at Dark Odyssey Spring Fire. It had been a long day: an enjoyable but tiring ride down, a series of fun icebreaker social events, and a nice meal with friends. I had been sick the week before, a nasty bout of bronchitis, so I was thinking that I would turn in on the early side, get a good night’s sleep, and be ready to face the rest of the weekend of debauchery fresh as a daisy.

C and I were going to take one last wander around the play spaces and then head up to our hotel room. In the main socializing space, we ran into some friends. They weren’t ready to call it a night, and we followed them back into the Sex-o-rama. I was still thinking I’d just watch the beginning of whatever was going to happen, and then head up to bed. I lay down on this divine red sex lounger. It’s designed to be an ideal shape on which to have sex, but it’s also just darn comfortable. I lay there dreamily listening to my friends begin to fuck. I could have dozed off happily. But C was tapping my shoulder. “Candy and Serge are here,” he whispered excitedly.

Candy had emailed C earlier in the week. She had liked his profile, and sent him a flirty message. He and I checked her out together, and liked what we saw. A curvy punk rock goddess with pink and purple hair. Yummy! They had emailed and then talked on the phone, and it turned out her Daddy Serge was of interest to me too. We were all longing to meet in person, and had sensibly set up a lunch date for the next day. But suddenly there we were, the four of us, in the Sex-o-rama.

Candy, delicious bad girl that she is, likes punishment. Serge handed C a Wartenberg Wheel, and he ran it up and down Candy’s bare legs. She whimpered with pleasure. As C slowly moved the wheel up to Candy’s stunning bare tits, Serge produced yet another wheel and handed it to me. Serge kissed and soothed Candy, while C and I went to town with the double wheel action. Serge urged us on and advised as to where to run the wheels for maximum sensation, and throughout, Serge and I were sending sizzling looks to each other across Candy’s body. We ran the wheels along the underside of her knee, the delicate skin of her inner thigh, and, as we grew more daring with her, around the outside of her pussy lips. It was an easy transition to pull aside her panties, and for C to slip his skillful fingers into her eager pussy. I continued to torment her with the wheel, moving up to her breasts, where I paused to suck and tease her straining nipples. This path was bringing me closer and closer to Serge, who was still positioned at Candy’s head. Candy was making fantastic noises, as she wallowed in the pleasure mingled with pain. My pussy was wet with the powerful joy of it. I abandoned Candy to C’s ministrations and I threw myself against Serge.

We were so hot for each other—it was electric. Playing with Candy together had revved us both up to a very high level. We kissed viciously, biting at each other. I wriggled out of my top and he attacked my tits. I pushed them against him, stuffing his mouth. We wrestled our way to a nearby couch and he pushed me down on it, ripping off my stockings and panties. He grabbed my thighs with strong hands, and pushed them up and open. My wet pussy was spread before him, and again he attacked. His tongue went mercilessly for my clit. At first I didn’t think I could bear it. I breathed deeply and bucked back against him, forcing myself to ride out the torturous pleasure. Suddenly C had pushed Candy into exactly the same position next to me. Her legs were up in the air, her head back against the couch, her gorgeous tits heaving, C’s mouth buried in her cunt. I wish we had a picture of that moment: synchronized pussy eating. Candy and I were both screaming with pleasure. We grabbed each other’s hands, ran our fingers over each other’s bodies, seeking a place to brace ourselves against each other to better take the thrilling onslaught of tongues and lips. I came first, screaming and shaking, slamming my cunt against Serge’s relentless mouth. Candy followed right after, and we howled together, tangled on the couch.

Then I wanted Serge’s cock in my mouth. We rapidly switched places, and I licked and sucked him, still buzzing with the energy that the four of us were generating. I took him deep into my throat and then he was the one crying out. “I want to fuck you,” he insisted, pulling me up. He lay back on that sweet red lounger, so perfectly constructed for me to climb on top of his cock and ride him. I rocked back and forth, squeezing my pussy muscles tight, grinding him into the lounger. Candy had positioned herself behind me, and was urging me on and playing with my ass. I was a naked cowgirl, tits flying as I rode him and rode him, until he came screaming.

Candy and C helped me up off of Serge; my legs had turned to jelly. We all looked at each other, panting and smiling. Serge laughed. “And we were trying to be all polite and shit, meeting for lunch.” We all laughed and laughed at that. And we did have a very nice lunch the next day.

Published in: on April 29, 2007 at 11:06 pm  Comments (12)  

Slutting in the Suburbs

It was December 2004. C and I had been together in New York for two years, and we were beginning to dip our toes into the kink and swing scenes. We’d had all kinds of adventures on the West Coast, but that world in New York was new for us. A savvy, kinky couple that we were getting to know—I’ll call them Allison and Larry—invited us to a party at their friend’s place in Jersey. She’s an artist, laid-back, gorgeous, and sensual, with sleek black hair and the breasts of a goddess. He appears very buttoned up, like he just left the office (which he usually has), a perfect foil to his bohemian partner. Allison told us that there probably wouldn’t be sex at the party, but that there would definitely be S&M scenes. “There might be some piercing,” she warned us. That was something I hadn’t seen before, so it was with a nervous thrill that we approached the unassuming two-story house tucked away on a quiet street with a church at one end and a school at the other.

The door was answered by a young man wearing the frilliest dress I had ever seen. The skirt stood out at an extreme angle over multiple layers of lacy petticoats, barely touching her knees, and the short-sleeved bodice was decorated with more lace and a spotless apron that followed the skirt on its journey over the petticoats. A starched maid’s cap sat upon her bewigged head. As she led us up the stairs to the second floor apartment, wobbling on her four-inch heels, she confided that she had been in training, and that this was her first night serving as a “Sissy Maid.” This term was new to me. I would continue to learn about Sissy Maids throughout the night.

We were greeted by the Hostess: a blonde venus with delicious curves, pierced nipples, and wearing nothing but a pair of silver boy-shorts. Allison turned to us and whispered, “Maybe it is THAT kind of party.” But our Hostess was engaged in a much more complex activity. She was just applying the final medical bandages to complete the mummification of her boyfriend. She was being aided in this project by a petite, muscular nude man, who, we were informed, was a doctor and knew what he was doing. They had rigged up an elaborate system through which the mummy could urinate, and there were many enjoyable moments throughout the evening when the party’s attention turned to the mummy who tried to please us with a demo, though usually the pressure and the accompanying teasing made him pee-shy.

The Sissy Maids brought us drinks. There were two in training to an expert Sissy Maid, and the three of them kept everyone at the party happy and well lubricated. The Hostess had made little cardboard signs explaining that the Sissy Maids were there to serve the guests, and that if they pleased us, we could, if we chose, reach under their little frills and give their genitals—which were nicely packaged in ribbons and tied up with a bow and a bell—a tug or two as a reward.

More people arrived. Sections of the living room were claimed for S&M play. A leather-clad man politely asked the Hostess if he could use the dining table for a scene. He began to entwine a nude, longhaired woman in elaborate rope bondage. Allison asked us if we wanted to play, and produced the couple’s toy bag. C announced that he would like to try being flogged by Allison. She grabbed a selection of floggers, and the three of us went into a back bedroom. Allison made C strip and lean over the edge of the bed with his exposed ass in the air. She took one of the softer floggers and began to hit him with it, gingerly, conscious that he was new to this kind of play. I stood to the side and watched. It was thrilling to watch this beautiful woman take control of my boyfriend. I moved to the bed, facing him, stroking his face and kissing him, as she continued to flog with growing power. C took his flogging stalwartly, with only an occasional yelp, and was rewarded with a lingering kiss from Allison.

C and I were ready for a little rest after our inaugural S&M adventure, so we sat down on the couch in the living room, were served drinks by a Sissy Maid, and chatted with the mummy. The Hostess had changed into a less revealing but equally sexy outfit, and was lounging in a chair with her legs up on an ottoman and a martini glass in hand. “This is the life,” she said. “My submissive is taken care of,” she gestured to the mummy, “and I have Sissy Maids to take care of my guests, make me martinis, and clean-up.” I could see her point.

I had already seen and experienced enough exciting new things for the party to be considered a successful night out, but I wanted something more. C had found new friends—in fact I was thrilled to see him alternately talking intently and making out with this very cute, thin, bespectacled man—but I still felt like a voyeur when I wanted to be a participant. Just then, two warm hands began massaging my neck and shoulders. It was Larry, whom I had barely seen since we’d arrived. I wasn’t sure what I thought of him. I really liked Allison, and found her very attractive, but though I was also attracted to Larry, I couldn’t figure him out. First of all, he was way too politically conservative for me. We’d been out as couples a few times, but I didn’t feel like I’d had an actual conversation with him. I was afraid to get into a political argument with him (my brother is a Republican and we keep family peace by avoiding dinner table politics). But there he was rubbing my neck, shoulders, hair… in a quite beguiling manner. I allowed myself to lean back against him and take the ride. His hands found my tits, and as readers of this new little blog know, there was no going back. He circled my nipples with the tips of his fingers, with increasingly aggressive pressure, and I began to moan. I lifted my arms for him to remove my shirt, and then he unhooked my bra. He repeated his circles on my bare nipples, first licking his fingers to provide a touch of lubrication. He was very pleased with the results of his efforts, and took my hand to lead me to the bedroom. On the way I noted that C was happy with his new friends, and heard a quick negotiation between Allison and the Hostess about the rules for sex at the party. Allison grabbed a towel from the bathroom and followed Larry and I to the bedroom. She spread the towel on the bed as Larry and I quickly removed the rest of our clothing.

Larry has a gorgeous cock. Allison whispered encouragement to us, as he climbed on top of me and pushed that lovely cock all the way into my ready cunt. Allison leaned over and kissed me, as Larry found his rhythm, moving in and out of me with increasing intensity. He fucked me like that for a good long time, while Allison kissed and caressed both of us. My joyous noises filled the room, and we began to attract an audience. We switched things up, so that Larry was lying down, and Allison and I were helping him to masturbate. She showed me that he loved a tit in his mouth while he stroked his cock, so we each obliged, alternating, pressing one of her round breasts into his mouth, then one of mine. Her tits are beautifully shaped, full and soft. She continued her sexy patter of naughty talk, encouraging him as he sucked and stroked. Larry came with a huge grown as I smothered him with my tits. Allison and I kissed triumphantly across his spent body.

I climbed off the bed and went in search of C. He was in the bathroom with a small crowd. He was standing at the toilet and a stunning Domme had her hands around his lower belly. She was trying to hold in his piss. It wasn’t working very well, but everyone was laughing and having a good time, as different men volunteered for her to try it on them. I went back to the bedroom and joined Larry and Allison for some cuddle action. Other people began to wander in, the pee-holding experiment having come to a messy end. I slipped away from my friends to meet C with a kiss as he entered the room with the thin, pretty boy in glasses. The three of us sat on an edge of the bed to compare notes on our adventures. C’s fingers found their way to my pussy, and as I lay back on the bed, he showed the pretty boy the places to stroke and prod me for the best results. Frankly, I was a little tired from the thorough fucking I’d had by Larry, but there was something so fun about lying there as C gave his new friend a guided tour of my pussy, occasionally stopping to kiss him. They were joined by another male friend of mine, who was invited to join the tour. The three men all had their fingers on, in, and around my pussy. Larry looked over and pouted at me. “So much for after-care,” he grumbled. I felt a twinge of guilt at abandoning him, but, Allison gave him her full attention, and I had nothing to worry about. The atmosphere in the crowded room was light and jovial, everyone in a loopy, getting-tired, nearing-the-end-of-a-great-night mood. Someone teased me about fucking Larry, I wasn’t quite sure who, still occupied with my three guys. “That’s the most conservative thing I’ve ever had in my pussy,” I announced from my prone position to a room of knowing laughter.

Published in: on February 16, 2007 at 1:11 am  Comments (1)