Of Bondage and hotness.

As I've said before there is a local man I think would be fantastic to have a tumble with. I find the maker of Twisted Monk (yeah probably not worksafe) Hemp Bondage rope very sexy. I've been reading his blog for awhile and after seeing his video posts I will reiterate he is a sexy fucker.

That said if you are at all into the kink and or rope you should really check out his mummification videos. I've watched both (total runtime about 20 minutes) several times and mmm tasty.

Also if you check out his blog have a looksy at the hot recent reader photos.

When it comes to kink for the past few years it's been all about the voyeurism for me and I'm not entirely certain how I feel about that. Not that the local kink community isn't very inviting to me. Actually matter of fact I've been drooling over the calander at the Center for Sex Positive Culture. For well since forever. But the obstacles have weighed heavily in my non participation.

First of all, honestly I/we (uniballer and I) have not been in a financial position to pay for the membership. Kink is an expensive habit. 15-20$ an event, 55 dollars a year for basic membership, for us cabrides and if I really wanted to go nights of leaving work early. Not to mention me being me I would really want to have wardrobe and accoutrement to go along.

Granted one of us could volunteer but, that still presents the problem of time and getting there. The bus ride there from home is a little more than an hour. Though by car we only live about 25 minutes away thus are the woes of being carless.

Looking over the events calender pretty much every event I want to go to is on a night I work. The one thing I've really been interested in off and on, the writers group would mean I'd have to leave work almost 4 hours early, then try to get back downtown and on a bus home.

The cons have consistently outweighed the pros sadly.

And granted that neither of us know anyone kinky personally these days (at least locally) it makes it difficult.

Also oddly I realized recently that I'm far more comfortable thinking about running around half-mostly naked away from home than I am in town. That is a huge and strange shift in my thinking that I only recently had any real awareness of.

What when did this happen?

I am the same woman who has lost several shirts at Pride, let strange homos fondle my boobs, jammed out with my ham and everything else out and what now I'm shy? What the fucking fuck is going on here.

I'm really not at all sure what to do about this. On one hand I am of the mind that I'm getting older and finding opportunities to be naked in public should probably be far down on the list of my priorities.

On the other hand I do like naked, I like naked type fun. what is my problem?

I'm having a hard time trying to figure out if this is a body issue thing or something else. I honestly don't really know.

It may just be a symptom of my chronic stay at home-itis that I've had for the last few years. Again due to economic constraints. A lot of the events and things I am most interested in cost too much money. Or I have money for tickets but not something to wear. And my clubbing/event wardrobe is pretty thin.

That last bit is depressing. I am actually a more social creature than one might believe, I love going out dancing and whatnot but, I don't love not having something appropriate and cute to wear. Also as ever there's the bus issue. It's difficult to want to go out and have fun when you're looking at a lengthy bus ride, then either leaving early to catch a bus or waiting for the last bus to our area then walking home. Carrying extra shoes, jackets etc is absurdly cumbersome.

It's daunting and especially in winter just depressing.

Ugh I am spent. I'm working on my plan to fix my credit and it's beyond depressing.

Homo Out.

Tags: kink, musings.

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My ass says no.

So yesterday Monk posted about this evil looking butt toy. Okay I love toys that look very scary. But that thing made my poor wee ass say oh HELLZ no don't even consider it.

I'm talking instant pucker right up and never going to open again kind of instant reaction.

Not that I wouldn't like to watch it being used on someone. Actually I'd like that very much.

Something my sex life is missing in a big way is any way for me to indulge my voyeuristic side. Especially when it comes to kink. I LOVE watching a good scene. I don't even have to know the people although it's better if I do. I'm not entirely a voyeur though, if allowed (and oh how I LOVE being allowed) I have no issue helping.

Although usually my "helping" comes in the form of taunting the bottom, touching welts and scratches. Maybe leaning over for the occasional bite out of a particularly tasty looking heiney.

I have a weakness for a nice butt. I do. Especially a cute nekkid butt. I cannot help myself and when presented with one, I will bite it.

Which reminds me of someone I used to play with on occasion.

I had this Leather Daddy friend who had a whole pack of boys to play with. I met (to protect the depraved I will call him Daddy Baldy.) Daddy Badly at the Timberline years ago prior to their big move and subsequent closing. I met him because I saw him on the dancefloor, all hot burly and shirtless and he had these big gorgeous nipple rings and I wanted to touch them. SO I asked and spent a good part of that night tugging on them, tickling him and leaving kiss prints on his bald head.

So we ran into each other a lot after that and when he found I'm I liked the leather he invited me over to play with him and a couple of his not quite so entirely gay boys.

Good Lord.

Being given the run of his toys and boys I was in all sorts of heaven.

I spent quite a few evenings running around his house in booty shorts, cock and boots tormenting his boys. There was one in particular who had the proverbial badonkadonk. (I love that word by the way). I had the msot fun spanking him, and yes on more than one occasion leaving teeth marks in his cheeks.

I also spent a lot of time watching Daddy Baldy play with his boys. The best thing evar (and the first time I got explicitly invite to come play in a particular scene) he showed me all sorts of interesting things about boyholes that I never knew. He also showed me fun lube techniques and introduced me to the joy of getting a blow job.

I lost contact with Daddy Baldy and for a couple of years asked around about him. Turns out he was rarly if ever kinky in public, didn't really partake in the scene and wound up moving to fucking New York.

:( I was a sad sad beasty.

Something I find interesting about my travels in the kinky world is that a lot of the people I have known, learned from etc have been not in the scene so to speak. Thus, I don't really know anybody in the scene at all. It's a strange thing.

It makes me a little sad. Although I'm not as social as I could be frankly. Having no car and living in the hinterlands of Burien kind of precludes a lot of activities.

Maybe some day. I can hold out hope.

And fantasize about the off chance encounter.

Not much else in the news today sadly. I am kind of tired and my stomach is upset. Cookies were not a good treat today I think. So I'm off to maybe make a pot of coffee and see if I can't scare up something interesting to read.

So yeah. Goodnight.

Homo Out.

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