Damn, there's some good stuff out there. I could spend my entire life on the net. Which would be an admission of sad bastardness. Nevertheless, I feel that it's incumbent of me to inform you, dear reader, of any juiciness I find.
So:
Chross has so many good things to explore on it that it's going to take me weeks to work through it all. Have a look.
Friday, 30 April 2010
Thursday, 29 April 2010
Shakespeare with Spanking
I normally detest reality TV and talent shows in all of their revolting manifestations. But I couldn't resist this.
Two of my passions in one go.
Here they are , you'll have to wait a bit for the fun to start, but never mind.
Interestingly, they chose to do the prologue from Henry V, not as good as Jacobi doing it but it has a certain something . . .
Two of my passions in one go.
Here they are , you'll have to wait a bit for the fun to start, but never mind.
Interestingly, they chose to do the prologue from Henry V, not as good as Jacobi doing it but it has a certain something . . .
Wednesday, 28 April 2010
Inviting
What more can I say?
from Like A Bike Seat which tends to feature the rougher end of the BDSM experience. You have been warned.
The Sea
Music has always been important to me. I can chart my life through various songs. Every type of music. Now and again I come across a piece of music or a song which stops me dead in my tracks, and for a brief moment, connects me to something else, another place. Of course this is highly subjective - one person's transcendent music is another person's tedious, but hey, all I can do is offer my own experience.
One such piece is from the great and incredibly missed Sandy Denny
In 1970 she formed Fotheringay and I first heard the album when a friend of mine brought it round, sat me down, and just said "Listen to this" The first time I heard 'The Sea", the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Flawless. The lyrics, Sandy's voice, the playing, it all comes together to make something that is so much more than the sum of its parts.
It still has that effect on me 40 years later.
So here it is - this is the only video I could find. Nice pics but I advise you to ignore them and listen.
Just listen.
One such piece is from the great and incredibly missed Sandy Denny
In 1970 she formed Fotheringay and I first heard the album when a friend of mine brought it round, sat me down, and just said "Listen to this" The first time I heard 'The Sea", the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Flawless. The lyrics, Sandy's voice, the playing, it all comes together to make something that is so much more than the sum of its parts.
It still has that effect on me 40 years later.
So here it is - this is the only video I could find. Nice pics but I advise you to ignore them and listen.
Just listen.
Tuesday, 27 April 2010
Fun
BDSM sex is,of course, dark, dramatic, kinky and very erotic.
Sometimes, though, it can be hysterically funny. Not that this in any way detracts from the experience, it can, in fact, enrich it, unless you fall into the dreadful crime of taking yourself too seriously. Which is always bad karma.
For example, last year our good friend Marianne paid us a visit. Now Marianne is a game girl and, like Mocuar, is a bisexual switch. Both of them have done a fair amount of yumming the yoni and giving and receiving whippings in the past, so when the three of us get together for a bit of a play, the potential variations are quite interesting.
On the night in question we’d got to the point when Marianne was knelt on the floor, presenting her arse for a good whipping and ready to rock. Mocuar was doing the honours with various toys and I was filming (occasionally we changed places).
Then it happened. Marianne got a fit of the giggles and couldn’t stop.
No matter how hard we tried with the tawse, a couple of floggers and a rubber paddle (which stings like hell) she just kept laughing. Soon Mocuar and I started and the three of us were in hysterics even though we kept on going. After a while we were whipping her as hard as we could just to see how long she could keep up the merriment.
For the record, it was about an hour or so, finally we used our rattan cane, which has a very sharp bite, and the giggles turned to yelps.
By the end of it, her arse was liberally decorated with welts and bruises and she found sitting down slightly uncomfortable for a day or so.
We still look back on that as being one of the best experiences we’ve had.
Sometimes, though, it can be hysterically funny. Not that this in any way detracts from the experience, it can, in fact, enrich it, unless you fall into the dreadful crime of taking yourself too seriously. Which is always bad karma.
For example, last year our good friend Marianne paid us a visit. Now Marianne is a game girl and, like Mocuar, is a bisexual switch. Both of them have done a fair amount of yumming the yoni and giving and receiving whippings in the past, so when the three of us get together for a bit of a play, the potential variations are quite interesting.
On the night in question we’d got to the point when Marianne was knelt on the floor, presenting her arse for a good whipping and ready to rock. Mocuar was doing the honours with various toys and I was filming (occasionally we changed places).
Then it happened. Marianne got a fit of the giggles and couldn’t stop.
No matter how hard we tried with the tawse, a couple of floggers and a rubber paddle (which stings like hell) she just kept laughing. Soon Mocuar and I started and the three of us were in hysterics even though we kept on going. After a while we were whipping her as hard as we could just to see how long she could keep up the merriment.
For the record, it was about an hour or so, finally we used our rattan cane, which has a very sharp bite, and the giggles turned to yelps.
By the end of it, her arse was liberally decorated with welts and bruises and she found sitting down slightly uncomfortable for a day or so.
We still look back on that as being one of the best experiences we’ve had.
Monday, 26 April 2010
"I Don't Know Much About Art But I Know What I Like"
Ah, the joys of the internet.
Yesterday I had a few hours of link-clicking just to see what would appear. I started from one of my own links on the right and followed stuff at random. Eventually I encountered Spanking Art Blog, which contains a wide variety of interesting artwork.
Two examples:
I like this one because of the position she's tied up in (how inviting is that!), and the bag of goodies under the bench, suggesting some more creative developments . . .
This is lovely in it's simplicity. An object lesson in how to say a great deal without having to go into too much detail.
Have a wander around the site. It's good.
Yesterday I had a few hours of link-clicking just to see what would appear. I started from one of my own links on the right and followed stuff at random. Eventually I encountered Spanking Art Blog, which contains a wide variety of interesting artwork.
Two examples:
I like this one because of the position she's tied up in (how inviting is that!), and the bag of goodies under the bench, suggesting some more creative developments . . .
This is lovely in it's simplicity. An object lesson in how to say a great deal without having to go into too much detail.
Have a wander around the site. It's good.
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