Sugasm #151

October 29th, 2008 by Vixen | Updated: October 29th, 2008

Sublime Nudes courtesy of Badgirls Hotbox.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #152? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Help, My Friend Says I Have an Ugly Vagina!
“Say no to vagina prejudice!”

“Kiss My Boots.”
“One of the more unexpected hairpin turns I navigated in my “Coming Out” into BDSM involved a series of moments that were deceptively simple, perhaps even innocent, in a way.”

Yours, Sir
“I felt and then heard a low rumble of a slightly sadistic chuckle from him.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Sass And The Sadist

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
The Crying Game
Cute animals don’t belong in my pussy
HNT - Shaking that Arse
Searching for something as yet unknown
Shame on you, part 2 [podcasturbation]

Sex & Politics
But People Don’t See My Fetish As Sexy! How Do I Write About It?
Red is the New Black

BDSM & Fetish
BDSM, S&M and Sex And The City
Girl On Top
Got to Love Subby Friends
“He Calls me”SLUT”" ~I call him MASTER!
I know you
My Muse-15th entry
A Quiet Night In
Sweet VS Saucy
That’s a great way to spend an afternoon

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
HNT Lucky Heather 3
HNT: Shut me up…
Half-Nekkid Queyntes
New York Leather Weekend - Sunday
Sublime Nudes

Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
A Cocktease Session with a Leg Harness and Dildo
FAQs on Jefferson’s Custody Case
Recession Sex Toys
Top Five Tuesday - Bisexual Movies
VibeReview Fantasy: Bendybeads

Sex Work
Humiliation with a Tiny-dicklet Caller
Sex Work And Compassion: I Show No Compassion

Erotic Writing and Experiences
14 Days, 14 Girls Part 4: Kim
Duties of The Admired Fuck
First Day on the Job
The First Squirt
Intoxication
Let me introduce you to my special talent….
Neighbor’s Hot Tub
Possession
Privacy Please
Rebel in the Wild
A Return to Form
Seductive Sin
She can take more.
Someplace I’ve never been, part 3
Stripper Academy
Thrill In The Woods - Chapter 2
Wanting to Be Wanted
Wet Spots

a mem by Captivated

1. If you could only eat one fruit for an entire year and that fruit would magically be in season and ripe that full year, which fruit would you choose and why?

Blueberries- I love their succulent juicy sweetness.


2. What is something that makes you sad?

Thinking about my kids. Wishing some things could be different.


3. What would you do if you came home from an extended vacation and found that someone else was living in your house?

I would ask how they got there and why.


4. What US President, alive or otherwise, would you like to have dinner with?

The Carters- because of the tremedous work they have done with Habitat for Humanity

5. What is your opinion on multitasking while driving? (Reading a book or work documents, changing clothes, fixing hair, applying make up, shaving your face, et cetera)

I hate it when other driver's are too busy texting, or talking, to watch the road properly, it really bugs me.

Me too!!



6. Do you ever multitask while driving? If so, how often would you
say you are guilty of it?

On the rare occasion I actually carry a cell with me as I drive, there is the even rarer occasion when I take a call.

Yep!


7. Do you tend to be early, on time, fashionably late or LATE to work and work related events? Do you tend to be more or less punctual for non-work related events?

I tend to be early to events, unless it's something I absolutely positively dread attending, then I arrive exactly on time. I just can't bring myself to show up late, I'd rather skip an event than be noticed arriving late.

We are so alike!


8. What is a quirk your significant other has that you would define as "cute"? If you have no SO, what is a quirk you find cute in a potential SO?

His willingness to engage me in playfulness, especially in bed--hehehe or otherwise!!

a meme by Master

1. If you could only eat one fruit for an entire year and that fruit would magically be in season and ripe that full year, which fruit would you choose and why?

I love the acid sweetness of a freshly ripe homegrown tomato.


2. What is something that makes you sad?

Watching my Mother's health slowly ebb away


3. What would you do if you came home from an extended vacation and found that someone else was living in your house?

It all depends on if they refinished the floors while I was away.


4. What US President, alive or otherwise, would you like to have dinner with?

My choice would be Harry Truman. Harry seems to me to be the epitome of a common man elevated by circumstance to the heights of responsibility, and as such I'd feel I had more in common with him than with some of the other potential choices.


5. What is your opinion on multitasking while driving? (Reading a book or work documents, changing clothes, fixing hair, applying make up, shaving your face, et cetera)

I hate it when other driver's are too busy texting, or talking, to watch the road properly, it really bugs me.


6. Do you ever multitask while driving? If so, how often would you say you are guilty of it?

On the rare occasion I actually carry a cell with me as I drive, there is the even rarer occasion when I take a call.


7. Do you tend to be early, on time, fashionably late or LATE to work and work related events? Do you tend to be more or less punctual for non-work related events?

I tend to be early to events, unless it's something I absolutely positively dread attending, then I arrive exactly on time. I just can't bring myself to show up late, I'd rather skip an event than be noticed arriving late.


8. What is a quirk your significant other has that you would define as "cute"? If you have no SO, what is a quirk you find cute in a potential SO?

I've yet to get a negative response to the question, "Does my slut need a spanking?"

Sugasm #150

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"He Calls me"SLUT"" ~I call him MASTER!~ Pt2

When I first met Master I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Something unseen irresistibly compelled me to know more. I was mesmerized by his captivating intriguing knowledge and insight. He is a highly educated man, who spell-binds his audience with his wit and humor. He charmed his personality all the way into my heart.

However as spellbinding, enchanting, enthralling and fascinating as he is, his attention to the details of unselfish commitment to love, honor and cherish are the parts that enabled me to form a bond of unwavering love and commitment with him. In Master I found rest. I most willingly resigned and entrusted him. I do not consider that which I resigned to Master as a loss. What I have gained far outweighs any perceivable losses.

I like to spend time alone sometimes and I am fiercely independent also, so it almost seems a paradox for someone like me to recognize and embrace submissiveness. As I continue to explore and expand my mind, and fully comprehend relationships the more comfortable and freeing the safety and security of submission becomes.

So then, if we describe submission as two gears perfectly meshed and synchronized it becomes much plainer to understand that we both have equal power in our relationship. I have many strengths. And, I have weaker areas. Master also has his strengths and difficulties. No one I know has the corner on perfect. Anyone that thinks they have should by all means avoided, or committed.

Master is good at many things and I defer the responsibility to him. That means I trust him to look after those. Even if am needed to give a reminder, I would do it in a way that honors him. I am better at some things than is Master, so I am fully responsible for them. We make room to encourage and support our individual interests. We are convinced that these are the key ingredients for a great relationship. It will take the rest of our lives to work out the details. In this setting of amazing friendship and love, come great opportunities for fantastic love and sex play.

At all times do I attempt to handle difficult situations so as to never humiliate. There is a very good reason to work in this way- to preserve the respect and integrity of each other. To do otherwise by handling conflicts, disagreements, and misunderstandings without care or concern for the future, is pretty much a guarantee there will be no pleasant future, - if any future at all.

So this is a documentary and a journal of who we are as playmates and soul mates. You are free to follow along. W are glad for those who will have a question, or suggestion or, hopefully encouragement.

"He Calls me"SLUT"" ~I call him MASTER!~

I came from a conservative background and according to the understood customs of that very conservative group, settled down and raised a family of 3 sons and a daughter. After 33 years of busy living and "doing what's proper, lack of play and affection from overly possessive spouse who undermined me so thoroughly to our children, that they had no respect for me. Slowly the family eroded and there certainly was nothing left to hold on to.

Whether by random chance or Divine intervention, I met a man who I became instantly connected to in intricate ways. It seemed that he understood my needs and fed my intellect. I was drawn to him as a moth to a flame. There is no turning back, let me explain. I had found my soul mate.

I was at first unfamiliar with terms like, slave, sub, dom, and Master in the context of bedroom play, but I had been so deprived for so long that I was ready to explore. I am pretty sure that Master Samadhi had intentions to explore me also but this is my story for now.

I was very familiar with terms like worship, Master, Savior, unconditional love, acceptance, submission, passion, love slave, humility, honesty, integrity, and many others. I have been a student of the Cannon of what is commonly accepted as the "Holy Bible" for more than 30 years. I also studied healing arts and herbal medicines.

I was and am sensitive to Spiritual energy, and open to unconventional concepts. That aside, I am also very balanced in use of common sense and expect people I engage as friends to have the same most of the time. I have many friends who are limited in one way or another, and I very well know I have my own handicaps

The key to a great relationship is hard work. I for one enjoy work, especially when it is a project I enjoy. One recognizes that even the most enjoyable projects some times veer off-course, and there can be times of trouble, frustration and even anger. Mostly though it is a work of dedicated love, and overcoming the setbacks. It is driven by passion and zeal.

I would like now to take a deeper look at the term "submissive." I once abhorred the word, and avoided any association with it. But one day a good teacher explained that it was not a subjective, subverted or a low-class relegation of deprivation and obeisance. Rather one needs to think of submission as a set of gears with teeth.

In a machine these gears only work if they are well matched, and all the teeth are in prime condition. A matched set of gears can speed up, slow down, and greatly increase the power and strength of any of the pulleys alone. One alone, is far less than the result of two together when they work flawlessly. And one is almost useless alone. That being understood, the gears must synchronize, mesh, and submit each to the other.

Submission is a gift of a power exchange that we uniquely give to each other. It is rooted in trust. It is cemented and reinforced by love. Submission is also fragile. All of life and living, and all that pertains to it are no more than a breath. Everything we have gathered or hold dear and precious can be ours one moment and in the space of a millisecond be stripped from us, and we can only try and salvage the wrecked pieces.

Love is like that too. The unique thing here is that we do have ability in our choices that cultivate our garden, or allow the weeds, disease and vermin to sabotage and plunder.

a simple assignment (part two)

I received a phone call at work from Katharina, and upon hearing my voice she excitedly addressed me as Master, so I was quite sure she'd received the mail I'd sent earlier in the day. Of course by good little slut confirmed my suspicions, and expressed her anxious longing for me as best she could, before the ongoing distractions of a busy day drew me away.

My slut was anxiously excited when I got home, she's like an excited and adoring school girl when I motivate this mood, and it's really a great turn on for me. It's probably not "professional" of me as a writer to say that thinking of my Katharina like that has stirred a reaction in my cock, which is stiffly pressing somewhat urgently against my slacks, but that's what the simple memory of her mood inspires.

As the night progressed, we relaxed together casually, and I noticed that she was reading her assignment rather diligently. Katharina's always one to try and please her Master, but I could see she was getting a little kick out of the stories herself. Occasionally she'd retire to the bed where I was sitting with my laptop working, and we'd break to discuss a specific aspect or two of the story she'd just read.

The verdict was exactly as I'd expected, she found the stories, despite their "taboo" subject matter, to be mostly innocent, and for the most part even a bit sexy. My slut needed no reminding about the rest of her assignment, and before bed that evening (long before I'd expected completion) I was proudly informed that her task was finished.

Here's my Katharina's completed assignment, as posted as a comment at Linda Sue's Diary:

My experience happened to be with my favorite cousin who is about 2 years older than I. We had grown close, as we were within a 20 minute drive during our childhood days. Then my family moved 800 miles away and we saw each other less frequently.
We always picked right up where we’d left off.
As time moved along we entered the stage of hormones and lusty desire. He was a good-looker and I wasn’t bad either- German born , blond, blue eyes, and fair complexion that glowed from a good life living on a farm. When they came to visit, we had long conversations and teased our younger siblings and played their games with them.
Clearly a favorite game was tag, or shadow-tag if it was at night.
Another was hide and seek. The immense opportunities abounded with rows of granaries, barns, machine shops and other buildings. The roadside ditches and nearby fields were not out of limits, although it was required that we never injure the plants to reduce harvest was a rule that was carefully followed by all.
This late afternoon we got roped in to play hide and seek. We walked together to the far back part of the yard down a dusty trail that led along the side of the cows summer pasture. He said he had an idea. He skipped up and over the heads of waist high wheat onto a tire track a few feet over a path made by a tractor to perhaps spray against grasshoppers earlier that season. I followed his lead and we went another 500 yards or so, and then he suddenly veered left and sat down and motioned for me to sit with him.
Perfect! It was perfect- it got us away from those pesky little kids and we were out of sight. He shifted his body and with a twinkle in his eye he stretched out flat on his belly and drew me with him. It was so quiet. So peaceful. All there was to hear was the rustling of the wheat and occasionally the buzzing of a lone fly, A song from the meadowlark singing her song “don’t drink your tea too hot!”
We laid there quietly, side by side. He had kept his wonderful tanned and strong arm around my shoulders as we laid there. I became aware that his fingers were curled just touching me. He began to stroke very gently and gradually moved his hand to where he could cradle my breast. It was delicious, and send warmth to my vagina. I laid still hoping to make the feeling last. I think he was probably thinking the same or wondering how this happened but we laid that way for quite some time until the sell was broken by being discovered by a sibling seeker.
It was a simple, almost innocent moment but the memory of the intensity of feeling and emotions fueled by pure passion and lust have been fondly tucked away and likely inspired masturbation later.

I can certainly confirm that Katharina's still a "looker", with her bright blue eyes and pale creamy complexion. They say that youth is wasted on the young, but there's a special place for memories of those earlier times, when we were younger, but not wiser . . .