I returned to one of my former stomping grounds, San Francisco, for my first Folsom Street Fair since I “came out” as a kinkster. I lived in S.F. in the early- to mid-80′s and remember going to one of the very first Folsom Street fairs. Back then, it was a small, neighborhood affair, with a strictly hardcore gay leather crowd. As jaded as I was, it was shocking to see all those bare man asses and cocks hanging out right there in public, in broad daylight! … Continue Reading
Sir M snapped his finger and pointed at G’s pussy. This was my order to go down on her. G rested languidly on a bench, naked except for a blindfold. Sir M had just taken her down from the St. Andrew’s cross after beating the hell out of her. I parted her pale, beautiful legs further and kissed the tattoo snaking down one thigh. She smiled beatifically. Then I dove in. … Continue Reading
I need a lot of sex. In fact, I’m nearly insatiable. When I don’t get enough cock I think about it incessantly. When I do get enough (which is rare) I spend a good deal of time recalling the highlights and having orgasmic aftershocks from the memories.
I love having sex with women, too, but I have to fuck men. If pussy is the appetizer then cock is the main course.
In my younger years I was made to feel ashamed of my strong libido and I did what I could to repress it. That culminated in a passionless marriage that finally exploded in a tsunami of lust. … Continue Reading
When I told G I wouldn’t be out that Saturday night with Sir M and her to play at the dungeon party she was sincerely sad. “I like it when you’re there to share the pain with me,” she said.
I assumed she meant that when I’m not there, he does longer BDSM sessions with her and she gets worn out. But the following week it took on a new meaning. … Continue Reading
Submitting to the will of another has taught me the bliss of surrender. The ecstasy I experience in serving an elite but demanding Dom cannot be reached in any other way.
But as I go deeper in surrender, I’ve taken some missteps in my journey that have led to misery and threatened my service to Sir M. … Continue Reading
I walk on the wild side. I gravitate toward the extreme –- whether it is sex, hot and intensely seasoned foods, partying like a rock star or rough travel to exotic locations.
I’m in service to a Dom who is an edge player –- meaning he likes the more dangerous BDSM activities. He loves to scratch a deadly sharp blade across my body that could slice me open with one false move. He chokes me and alters my breathing. Sometimes he sets me aflame. In other words: he likes extremes. … Continue Reading
I’ve been Sir M’s only trainee for nearly the first six months. He’s rejected many training requests from other submissives — often because he doesn’t think they’re serious, or they are looking for a boyfriend Dom.
I’ve been bad. I deserve to be punished. So I lie in a dog’s cage naked, on my side with legs curled up, pondering my transgression. I’m wearing only the chain leash attached to my rhinestone-studded collar, and a thick blindfold. Sir M sits on the other side of the room in an office chair, listening to some music and ignoring me.
Sir M laid down the floggers he’d just used on my back. I was blindfolded and chained up on the Saint Andrew’s cross. The sounds of chatter drifted in through the window but inside the purple room was fairly silent. I breathed deeply to prepare mentally and physically for the next round of beatings. The pause went on longer than usual and I detected some muffled conversation on the other side of the room.
I felt what seemed to be a satin ribbon gliding along my shoulder blades. The intensity increased very gradually but felt deceptively soft.
Baffled, I called out: “Sir?” a few times.
“No… It’s not Sir M,” a female voice behind me responded. … Continue Reading
It’s official. I am under consideration by Sir M. I’m off the market (so to speak). I’ve been given more restrictions. I am under scrutiny. I will be held to a higher standard and Sir M will expect improvement. My interactions with other Doms will be particularly restricted. And I am thrilled!
The “under consideration” period in the BDSM world is something like a trial period or an engagement. It could take any length of time and Sir M does not have a formal procedure in place. The desired outcome of being under consideration is that he will grant my petition to become his personal submissive. … Continue Reading
We have heard many rumors about the AIDS Healthcare Foundation since we started reporting on their war on pornography, chief among them that they opposed research into an HIV/AIDs vaccine. Not content to become part of the gossip mill, we decided to dive into the allegations. What we found was disheartening.
Carl Zimmer, a celebrated science writer, has published a piece about Neil deGrasse in the January issue of Playboy magazine. Almost immediately after the article started making the rounds on the internet, the question of whether “respectable authors” should publish in magazines like Playboy arose.
While there is no substitute for being able to speak with empathy and warmth, there are ways to tackle the little things in a manner that invites laughter and fun. This gift guide is all about taking the menial, day-to-day stuff of a relationship and learning to poke fun at yourself and each other.
Whatever your views may be when it comes to flesh on social networks, you have to agree that a process that doesn’t notify users of actions being taken by a social network with regard to their content is one that breeds insecurity and doubt. How can we feel that Google+ is an extension of our homes when we can’t be sure that we’re allowed to voice our opinions? This situation is grave indeed.
Halloween is an artifact that has existed far longer than this country, under various names and in many guises over time. It’s a weird, twisted survivor that survives by absorbing the qualities of the culture in prominence where the day is celebrated. These days, people shake their heads when they think about Halloween — how could a kid’s dress-up holiday have become so grossly sexualized?
What happened to us? What happened to people me? Where I was running with packs of people who have bold ideas, inventing these amazing things, being at the forefront, and now I’m handing my communities and my value over to gatekeepers? And these things are being built not by leaders, but by followers. So why are we doing this?
Sex and the 405 is what your newspaper would look like if it had a sex section.
Here you’ll find news about the latest research being conducted to figure out what drives desire, passion, and other sex habits; reviews of sex toys, porn and other sexy things; coverage of the latest sex-related news that have our mainstream media's panties up in a bunch; human interest pieces about sex and desire; interviews with people who love sex, or hate sex, or work in sex, or work to enable you to have better sex; opinion pieces that relate to sex and society; and the sex-related side of celebrity gossip. More...
