FIFTY SHADES DARKER TRAILER ARRIVES OR: How Fifty Shades can be a good thing.

 

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So, the new Fifty Shades entry trailer is being released and with it comes the usual mix of excitement from the public and mixed responses from the BDSM community.

I, myself, voiced my responses with the entry BDSM and Fifty Shades but I thought I’d update with this entry because I am a sucker for fluff and this movie looks like popcorn fun.

The first thing I thought about when watching this trailer was the housewife fans. Yes, it’s a cliche but they do exist. If not housewives, then ladies in the ages the book targets.

I mean, there’s men out there that consider themselves gay because they enjoy it. They’re wrong – it doesn’t, guys. Romance is universal, sex is universal, so enjoy that shit.

Plus, a Fifty shades with two guys? That’d be kind of interesting. Imagine that dynamic. Someone needs to write that. Not me, I don’t know how effectively I could do two guys being intimate.

But the thing I thought about was the housewives being introduced to BDSM and the culture and all that stuff. I mean, the book represents it incorrectly and even then, from what I understand, the BDSM is just a gateway to explore semi effective erotic thriller fluff. And even then – watch Basic Instinct or Cat People or something.

But somewhere, there is a sweet sweet housewife that is thinking “Whoa, this arouses me. What the hell. I never thought this could be me”. This sweet sweet housewife researches the sensation. She experiments with her hubby, maybe she experiments with underwear, dressing out of the norm and being more of a seductive daddy’s girl and/or sultry slut. Maybe it’s like the matrix, man, it just wakes her up and all of a sudden – BOOM – she’s a submissive.

And this is the chain reaction around the world with different sweet sweet housewives and/or single ladies. Or straight men. Or bicurious men. Maybe there is a guy struggling with his sexuality, maybe he is a straight men in a straight marriage but wants a Domme. Who knows. But there’s that desire there, that other life brewing, and it’s fucking SEXY and HOT AS HELL.

So yeah, Fifty Shades came to life as Twilight fanfic and yeah, it is absolutely disheartening that it’s getting in millions when there are sure as shit fine first time authors struggling to get attention – but it’s starting like a new sexual revolution, man. People are getting into BDSM, they’re coming out of the woodwork. They’re declaring themselves whatever.

I used to Skype with a woman. Maybe she’s reading still, maybe she’s not. We had fine conversations, friendly – about lives, you know? She spoke sweetly, with a New York twang to her voice. She was very lively and bubbly and I haven’t spoken for like years now. But last Skype I recall, she was enthusiastic about the novel and upcoming film and expressed a desire to expand her horizons with the lifestyle. That right there is beautiful, man. I am happy to see that. So for what it’s worth, I am glad it’s opening the eyes of people.

I just hope they research it before doing it incorrectly and even possibly violently.

I like the feel of my cock

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How’s that for a headline?!

I certainly hoped it grabbed your eye.

But what I wanted to discuss was this: Have you ever just stood naked while in between getting changed and really appreciated yourself?

I feel we all need to do that at some point in the day, even week if you are uncomfortable with self-love, which you shouldn’t be.

Anyway, after a steamy conversation with my kitty, I was just adjusting my pants because she has the uncanny ability to give me an instant erection. I am not kidding.
So, in adjusting myself, you know what I thought?

I like my cock. Like, really. This isn’t me bragging or being narcissistic, this is me thinking good about myself in a specific department.

I may not be blessed with much but I think my cock does the job. It’s smooth, thick and just the right length. And it feels good around my hand. I’m talking, it feels like a good handful.

So here’s what’s what: You’re going to find a quiet time to look at yourself or to think about your body and you are going to praise an aspect, whatever you like. That’s your weekly homework, okay? Good. I demand reports on my desk by the evening 😉

 

But seriously, be kind to yourself. Love yourself! Have a beautiful day!

The healing power of BDSM 

  

It’s 10-24pm on a rather toasty Friday night and I’m lounging nude in bed.I wanted to write on my blog so right now, my phone is lit up in front of my face. All I can hear is the relaxed breathing of my pet as the lonely cricket chirps outside.
What I wanted to write to you all about is this:
BDSM has grown to become something like a religion to me. I connect to it spiritually, it guides me in life and in many ways has changed my life – for the better.
It’s not just about spanking her – or that she likes being called a whore when I come on her face. It’s not about the punishment. If anything, it’s about the love. It’s about the guidance.
I mean, yeah – It’s pretty sexual. I’m a guy with a ridiculous sex drive. I’m horny as fuck right now, I’m writing with a hard on. I’d ride my sweet honey were I not under my parents house right now and abiding by their rules. But that’s off topic – yes, sexuality plays a part. A huge part. But there’s something else there and it’s HEALED my mind.
In my mind, BDSM isn’t just about sex and bruises. It’s soulful and deep and intimate. It’s about connecting with people and finding this bond. This deep itch you both have that sets you apart from the others. It’s about finding who you are. 
Lord knows I’d worship a BDSM shrine if there was one. I’d have my pet kneel before it as I stroke her head before cleansing her with my come. That’s beautiful to me as much as it is ‘fucking hot’.
I don’t know, ladies and gents, I just feel very deeply about it.
I read this article, I’ll post it in edit later when I get to a computer. It stated BDSM is a useful practice for people with anxiety. And they’re right in my case. Being a sufferer of an anxiety disorder and rarely going a day where I don’t analyse if I’m good enough to lead (joy of irrational fear), I get this completely. Leading, teaching obedience and discipline and having this soul under your protection – it really does heal me. It helps especially the more ‘brutal’ we become – though this does not mean I take things out on her. I know my line and though I push it, I push it so with her ALWAYS in the front of my mind.
Anxiety needs an outlet, right? Well when I simply lay with her under my leash. Well, I’m calm. I’m still. It’s like everything has fallen into place. 
BDSM has probably saved my life. I’m not exaggerating. Before I decided to become a 24/7 Dominant – or that I decided to just transform into who I was meant to be, I felt like something was missing. I couldn’t pinpoint what. This lead to me becoming irritable and moody.

In the back of my mind, I knew I wanted it but in that time, I was too scared to approach my then long time partner about because having done so early in that relationship she was completely uninterested. It was a blow but I stuck to it, you know? That was what love was about. But that was toxic for me. I was unhappy. And when she decided she wanted another man and left, I was hurt and distraught. But I knew that she did what I was scared to do. And though I had pain to work through, I was also on the path to becoming Dominant. Only I didn’t know it then.
Much later, after getting to know my pet and having that love grow, I feel rested. I feel at peace. I feel, finally, happy. Anxiety will have me pacing but when my mind is clear, I’m happy. D/s relationship and BDSM are now aspects of my day and with it, I grow and learn every day. Friends and family have said I’m brighter now, more livelier. I can’t tell all of them that I whip her ass and she giggles, some won’t understand. 
So BDSM healed me. It’s changed my life. 
Anyway. Now I’m rambling. If you’ve made it this far, I just wanted to say thank you to you all. Who could I write to if it weren’t for you all? What would I do? You guys (and ladies ) are the best.
As always, I’m here for a chin wag if you need it. If I haven’t replied to an email, it’s my damned connection. So rest assured I haven’t got it so if it’s been a few days – give me three at most in case I’m busy or anxious – send again. I never ever ignore. Not the folk that go out of their way to message. Never ever. So Never hesitate, never fear! 
So from toasty Australia, goodnight, sweet dreams, let the bed bugs bite hard and torture and I look forward to hearing from you all! 
 

Autumn

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What do you feel? 

When you are laying on your stomach – completely naked and on a clump of leaves, what do you feel?

The leaves that have fallen in this time of Autumn, how do they feel against your skin? Against your bare breast?

Tell me my queen, what do you hear from where you lay in this clearing? What animal dares to break the stillness? Can you hear my own breathing? Can you feel my breath on your neck?

It’s a miraculous thing to look upon your cunt, trimmed and glistening, and think of how I was chosen to slide apart those beautiful lips.

When I take your body – when my hands grip your hips and move you back against me – I want to hear your sing. I want to hear you sing a song like the birds in the trees.

Your name, whatever you were back in civilisation, is irrelevant here. You’re an animal in the wilderness. So sing to me, my sweetness. 

Sing to me as my cock fills you as much as it can, until your hands grip the dirt to hang on. 

Tell me my queen, what will you do then?

Animalistic

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Today, I thought I’d test myself as a writer. I’ve done erotica before, that was fun. I’ve done girl-on-girl pieces, which is a typical male fantasy so even easier. But I realised in order to challenge myself, I needed to write outside of my usual forms of interests. I wanted to see if I could operate as a writer outside of what I personally enjoy. So this one is for fans of my work. Let me know how I did

– TD&D

I stand fully naked before him, my cock enlarged.
He is kneeling just inches away from me, his eyes big and mystified at what he sees.
The anticipation is driving me wild myself. I can feel my cock pulsating and begging to be worshipped.
I grip his hair, he howls in pain but I don’t give a fuck.
“Take me. “ I say lowly. “Take me, you fucker”
His mouth slides over my cock, I feel the wetness of his tongue. It is exhilarating.
I can’t help it – a moan escapes my lips. I pull him further into me. He gags but I don’t give a fuck, I’m thrusting into his mouth.
A thought hits me in that second: something someone said in a TV show…or was it a book? Everyone is capable of being bisexual. I guess this is true, for here is this man, hands stroking my thighs, working my cock..ooh…the slightest flick of his tongue around my shaft..fuck.
My hips are swaying into his face and then his hands wander to my ass, he grips it and gags a little more.
I find myself moaning, getting dizzy, frantic, pounding his face into submission, getting a rhythm down pat.
He stops to take a breath. I let him, fuck it. He kisses down my thigh, taking my balls into his mouth and suckling softly. I moan louder.
He goes to grip his own cock but I smack him away.
“No. Don’t you fucking dare”
I’m close, who gives a fuck about him. I force his mouth to my cock once and work him again – faster, harder. I feel it building, it’s rising, his wet mouth is heaven, fucking heaven.
Then it hits, blinding pleasure. A grunt comes out of me and I pull out and blow my load all over his sweet, eager mouth. I don’t give a fuck where my cum lands.

The Collar And The Leash

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There’s something so primal and raw about leashing your submissive that it all connects to my beast. It’s something that connects to that that force that many don’t want to really talk about or address. And it is something that connects to Animal Roleplaying, which I will get to at a later date. But what I wanted to talk about is the psychological play about the collar and the leash.

The thing is, it doesn’t even have to be sexual. It can be just something shared between the two of you, just a beautiful past time. When talk about The Leash, I talk about having her by my side as I read or as we play video games together, or watch our favourite programs. She is always by my side. Always. She has that security she so craves and I am satisfied by owning her in such a way. I feel complete, like my animal tendencies are fulfilled. Fulfilled – there’s that word again. Curious isn’t it?

The collar I have touched upon earlier but the leash? The leash bounds her to me. Her movement is restricted and anywhere she has to go, she has to ask my permission. She has to ask my permission regardless but here, she’s definitely restricted and incapable of acting out. Why? Because all it takes is a gentle tug to remind her of her place.

It’s something that ties into our very basic and primal instincts, something that we can play with in a safe environment – I.E our homes. Essentially, we are animals. Don’t fight that thought because there is no progress traveling backwards. We are animals so why not harness that edgier and primal side in this context?

Of course there is the sexual side to the act as well. Seeing her as naked as her name day, with nothing but the collar on and the leash, which is in my hand. It makes me want to take her. It makes me want to unleash her, direct her to the bed in the position that is my favourite, and it makes me want to take her, to howl with her. It makes me want to pump her till my cock pulsates and unloads my warm come upon her face.

Does The Collar and The Leash bring out the animal in us more so? Do we find truth in our interactions? Do we unlock secrets from the depths of our brain? And why does it feel so fucking good to have this woman by my side, leashed and all?

Intoxicated

I’m sprawled out on my bed.
Completely naked.
My left hand glides down to my nipple and pinches. Hard.
Harder.
It digs the nail in. Hard.
Harder.
My hand twists the nipple.
The pain is refreshing. Surprisingly arousing.
My hand continues to trail down my body.
Fingertips claw down my stomach.
Faint red lines leave their mark.
My hand reaches down to my testicles.
The fingers curl, softly stroking them.
I muffle my moans into my pillow, they cannot hear me.
I grip the head of my throbbing cock.
Each throb pulsates through my body.
You there.
Yes you…reading this.
Woman.
Where ever you lay.
Run your hand down your body.
trail your way down
down
down…
……
take a finger
stroke yourself.
Forget the world..
forget the problems

play with me…

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I tried to be short, sweet and straight to point. To the point where you wanted more. Did it work? Did it fail? Let me know.