Cynics Guide To Online Chat... (Kind Of Long )
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Posted:Jan 18, 2017 9:40 am
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Cynics Guide To Online Chat ....(Kind Of Long-- And Funny)
A Cynics Guide to Online Chat
( how to do it and survive )
A non-too-serious primer for the bewildered on the pleasures and pitfalls of online chat
[ed. this article goes way back to around 1997, so the technology is very archaic, but it’s informative and funny enough that we keep it live for posterity!)
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What is Online Chat?
Personal computing and the internet have made possible the biggest and most liberating revolution in personal communication the world has ever seen. All around the globe, people in their millions are getting online and connecting with others. Email was the first big thing but it is rapidly being overtaken by instant messaging (IM) and online chat. Put in the simplest terms, Online Chat is a means of conversing in real-time via your computer keyboard and screen with anyone else on the internet. You can either talk to them directly, person-to person in a private conversation not visible to others, or you can talk in a channel or chat-room (the words are inter-changeable ). A chat-room is like a public room with a number of people in. You can see their chosen nicknames and also their public conversations on your screen and join in yourself if you want. You can also can talk privately to anyone there so that no-one else can see your conversation. There are tens of thousands of chat-rooms, catering for every kind of interest under the sun. Here though we’re concentrating on the use of online chat and chatrooms for BDSM activities .
What do people do in chatrooms ?
Everything their imaginations can come up with. Unfortunately not too many people have that good an imagination, so a great deal of socialising in online BDSM chatrooms exists at the level of terminal banality. You can spend hours watching conversations that would make watching paint dry seem like a big adrenalin rush. But some people like that, and thats fine. Or you can have every kind of wild and perverted cyber-sex you’ve ever dreamed of. Some people like that too. A lot of what goes on in BDSM online chatrooms is just friendly chit-chat, as indeed are a lot of the private conversations. Of course some people also “play” or “scene” both privately and in chatrooms too. This is where they have “cyber-sex” or act out BDSM fantasies. If you’ve ever wanted to dress up as Osama Bin Laden while being whipped with wet lettuce, then its time you gave online chat a try.
What is virtual D/s and cybersex ?
In some BDSM chat-rooms ‘sceneing’ or cybersex is either permitted or encouraged. Two or more people will construct a shared sexual or D/s fantasy, describing how they feel and what they are ‘doing’ to each other. They may be accompanied by physical actions (eg the notorious ‘one-handed typing’) or everything may happen just in their minds and on the screen. Many people regard cybersex as harmless fantasy because they say its not happening in the ‘real world’. Well, thats debatable. Within this new BDSM ‘cyber-world’ people make friends, fall in love, break each others hearts, and do all of the things that they might do in the ‘real world’, but without physically being together. People can have a promiscuous orgy of ‘virtual sex’ every night, or they can form stable and loving D/s relationships. For some the world of ‘virtual BDSM’ is just an online diversion which has no reality or meaning once their computer is switched off. For others, perhaps isolated by geography or social commitments, it represents the only chance they have to explore an important part of their make-up. For some people it provides an opportunity to search for and find their ‘soul-mate’ in a way that would never be possible in ‘real-life’. Views about ‘virtual’ D/s are mixed. Some regard it as nothing more than a diverting game, and argue that a ‘real’ D/s relationship is only possible where the people are physically together. Others say that D/s is, in essence, the relationship between two minds and that this finds its purest and most powerful form online rather than in ‘real-life’. Decide for yourself.
How do I get started ?
Most new computers come already set up with some kind of software that will let you chat with people online. AOL, for example, has built-in instant messaging software and many online ‘communities’ where you can chat with others. ICQ (a free download from http://alt.com ) is a powerful online communication tool with millions of users and lots of BDSM communities and chat-rooms.The original, and still wildly popular, chat-medium is Internet Relay Chat (IRC) which has a huge number of BDSM related chat rooms on its many servers. You can get helpful information about how to get started on IRC here ( http://alt.com) . The range of software to chat online is growing and changing each day, so this is just a sample but hopefully it will be enough to get you started.
Where can I find BDSM chatrooms ?
This is such a huge and rapidly changing area that lists of chatrooms go out of date very quickly. Both AOL and ICQ have flourishing BDSM and D/s chatrooms and communities if you search for them. IRC probably still has the widest variety of BDSM, spanking, fetish and D/s chatrooms of all kinds, so if thats your preference then here’s a pretty good list of irc chatrooms to try out. You can also check out our own BDSM Cafe link page which also lists enough suitable IRC channels to get you started. Many BDSM websites also have links to chatrooms.
What are BDSM chatrooms like ?
As varied as the people who visit them. Some are relaxed places to chat, some focus on worthy discussions about aspects of BDSM, some impose rigid codes of conduct, and others are mostly about online ‘sceneing’ and cybersex. If I had to generalise, I’d say that online BDSM chat-rooms are usually harmless places and more like childrens playgrounds than anything else. The liberating effect of online anonymity makes many people revert to their childhood personas, so there are always the same kind of show-offs and bullies and tantrums that you’d find in any playground, as well as the good playing nicely. Guys turn cart-wheels to impress the girls and middle-aged moms go all girly re-living high-school crushes. Be that as it may, there is no excuse ever for anyone being rude or impolite to you online in a way you would not accept in ‘real-life’. There’s usually a lot more men than women cruising around online, by the way, so females are often pestered. Use a non-gender specific nickname or get used to it. Some ladies, of course, love the attention.
What about safety and cyber-stalking ?
It’s a sad fact that people are often more comfortable having deep, personal conversations with strangers than with those close to them. Remember though that, however charming a person sounds, you really know nothing about them except what they tell you, which may not be the truth. Your revered online ‘Master’ may in fact be a timid batchelor still living with his mom. Your new ‘best-friend’ may turn out to be a fruit-loop or a limpet that you can’t shake. Protect your ‘real’ life and the people in it from online fall-out. Don’t give out personal information, telephone numbers, or addresses unless you’re 100% sure about who you’re giving them to. As long as you’re careful in this respect you can, in the worst case, change your nick-name, your email account, your isp, or even switch the computer off and leave it off to get rid of pests. Harder to do if they’re knocking on your front door. I don’t mean to sound too negative, but the internet can be dangerous in ways most people don’t realise so just be sensible and look after yourself. OK ?
What else do I need to know ?
Not much. Be careful who you trust, be skeptical about the things you’re told, and remember what you do in online chat always involves real people who have real feelings.
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Part 2: Weasel Words
The Things People Say Online
(and what they really mean)
“You sound interesting. I’d really like to get to know you better” = “I want sex”
” You can trust me, we’re friends now” = “I’ve wasted enough time listening to you rambling on about your boring and monotonous life. I want sex now ”
” r u M or F” = “I’m really 13 and mom doesn’t know I’m surfing the internet so late in my bedroom”
” Wanna fuck” ? = ” I’m really 13 and socially inept too ”
“How old RU” ? = as above .. and the same for any other stupid abbreviations the dimwitted use online as though real words were rationed”
“On your knees slave” = “I’m a shoe salesman who’s used to being ignored and I’d have no clue what to do next if anyone ever did take me seriously”
” I am your true Master” = ” I wear a woolly cardigan and live at home with my mom and my pet gerbil Horace”
“Thats a spankable offense in this chatroom” = ” I may as well see if the new girl’s stupid enough to fall for it”
” Slaves must kneel on entering this chatroom and ask permission to leave ” = ” I have the mental age of a of 10 and inhabit some weird sci-fi gorean fantasy”
“You’ll find that I’m a firm but fair Dom” = “I’m totally boring and unimaginative”
“I’m a bit of a brat really.....giggle” = ” I’m the female counterpart of the “Firm but Fair” Dom. I have no imagination either”
“I don’t have a picture I can send you” = ” I’m not Susie the Submissive Sex-kitten .. I’m really Bearded Bob the computer nerd.”
” I don’t have a recent picture I can send you” = “I’m 20 years older and/or 100 pounds fatter than I told you… and I have a wooden leg”
“I’d like to send you my picture” = ” I’m desperate for someone to talk to. I’ll just dig out that picture of me when I was 10 years younger and/or 30lbs thinner”.
” My wife is vanilla and fully understands my need to explore D/s in online chat” = ” My wife thinks I’m playing Nintendo”
“My wife and I don’t sleep together any more and I feel very lonely at times” = “My wife and I screw like rabbits, but having a sub online too makes me feel kinda cool”
“I’m divorced/separated” = “I’m cruising for sex online tonight because my wife’s out at the shops”
” No-one I’ve played with online has ever made me cum like you do” = ” I’ve shagged every guy in the chat-room”
“I’m using online chat to explore some of my sexual fantasies in safety” = ” I’ve shagged every guy in the chat-room and given my computer mouse and the games joystick a good seeing too as well.”
” I never truly gave my submission to anyone online until I met you Master” = ” I spent so much time in the past submitting to strangers online that I have callouses on my knee-caps and I call the computer Sir”
” We seem to be a little lagged sweetheart” = ” I’m a bit busy secretly talking to my other master and my lesbian girlfriend on ICQ”
” I just have to re-boot my computer” = “my wife/husband just walked in on me”
” I bet you’ve got a lovely voice. Can I phone you, just to talk for a moment” ?” = ” Quick .. my wife’s gone out and I want ‘phone sex before she gets back”
“I will always honour the collar you gave me ” = “I will take every opportunity I can to dishonour it and act like a total slut”
” Trust me. I will never betray you, Master” = “I will betray you in every way I can think of”
” I’ve been too busy with ‘real-life to spend much time online recently ” = ” You bore me and I’m having cybersex every night with someone else these days anyway”
“I’ll go straight to bed after we finish talking Master. Trust me, there is no-one but you, and there never will be. I love you. ” = “I will go straight to an orgy chatroom and have cyber sex with my lesbian girlfriend, 15 strangers, oh…and maybe my other master ”
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Part 3: How To Survive
Ten Top Tips on how to survive online chatrooms
Look and listen
When you first go into a BDSM online chatroom don’t just dive right in and demand to be spanked or covered in whipped cream. Take a little while to get the feel of the conversations and what's going on
Don’t be afraid to ask questions
Most chatrooms have people called ‘operators’ who run them. They should be friendly and they’re there to help you. Ask questions if you’re unsure of whats going on or whats expected of you. If they’re not helpful, its a crap channel and you don’t want to be there anyway. Try another…there are lots.
Beware bullshit
BDSM online chatrooms float on a sea of bullshit. In BDSM/spanking rooms 99% of the people don’t know any more about it than you do. Don’t ever be fooled into thinking that anyone has a clue simply because his self-selected nickname starts with “Sir” or “Master”. With few exceptions, chatroom “Sirs” and “Masters” are called Norman and live at home with their Mom and a pet gerbil called Horace. They’re none the worse for that, but just don’t take them too seriously.
Do as you would be done by
Because of the freedom and anonymity of BDSM online chatrooms its tempting to think that normal standards of kindness and decency don’t apply. But always remember its real. There’s a real person behind each PC with real feelings just like yours. Try to apply the… “would I like that done to me”… test. If you wouldn’t, then don’t do it. Even if no-one else knows what you’ve done online, you do.
Be sensible with personal information
Most people in BDSM online chatroom are nice, ordinary, everyday folks just having a little fun. But like anywhere else there are weirdo’s. Get to know people well before you give them access to your “real life” through your telephone number or address. Beware instant ‘best-friends’.
Watch out for your heart
BDSM online chatrooms are littered with broken hearts and ex-Doms and subs who swore it was forever. The trouble with online chat is that you can get in very deep, very quickly. Much more so than in “real-life”. The vast majority of passionate online Dom/sub love-affairs last a few months at the very most. Long distance relationships are very hard . Only a tiny proportion of online romances… very, very few… make the cross-over into “real life” and have a fairy-tale ending. Take chances by all means, but be aware of the odds.
Keep a firm grip on reality
Much easier said than done. The problem is that its not as easy to differentiate clearly between the ‘online world’ and “real life” as some people think. Everyone I’ve known who’s seriously thought about this has the same problem. Even in overtly fantasy situations, real people with real feelings are involved. Bottom line is that its always potentially more than “Just online chat”
Don’t put up with any crap
Wherever you go in BDSM online chatrooms, you are entitled to receive the same kind of politeness and consideration you’d expect in your daily life. No-one, whatever silly nickname they use, has an automatic right to your respect or submission. Both have to be earned or offered. So unless you particularly get off on it, don’t ever let anyone abuse you or humiliate you. You have the ultimate power in your own hands. Its called the “off” switch and it makes the jerks vanish into thin air.
Be careful what you give away
Its tempting to think that the world of online chat is ‘just fantasy’ and that nothing you do there matters or has any consequences. For some that may be completely true, but others could find themselves wishing they hadn’t already given valuable things away lightly. Your submission, for example, is a precious gift. Be careful what you give away online because you just might need it some day…
Have fun
And finally .. if you’re going to give BDSM online chatrooms a whirl then you may just enjoy the hell out of them. I certainly wouldn’t recommend them to everyone. I certainly wouldn’t recommend that you immerse yourself in them to the detriment of your real life. But if you’re the right kind of person and you hang onto your principles then you may just have found yourself a whole new world ..
Taken from an article on BDSM Cafe...
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The Flog Master ....
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Posted:Jan 17, 2017 6:33 am
Last Updated:Jan 18, 2017 9:59 am 12466 Views
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The Flog Master....
I open my eyes. You are standing before me. We are alone in an empty room. I do not know where we are or how I got here. I am naked. I stand with my hands interlocked behind my head. My stomach turns–I am afraid, though I do not know why. I want to take my hands down and cover myself, but I am afraid that will displease you, so I do not.
“Dance!” you command, so I obey, slowly swaying my hips and turning. I wiggle my naked breasts and writhe in front of you. Dancing is awkward and difficult with my arms up and behind my head, but I do my best. When my back is to you I am surprised to see the entire wall behind me is a mirror. Nothing of my body is shielded from you. I blush and bow my head
in shame as I dance for you.
After three or four turns you bid me to stop and face you. My face goes red and my heart pounds in my chest. You are holding a large leather strap. It is very long–perhaps two feet. I am very afraid. I open my mouth to plead with you, to beg for mercy, but I do not speak. The look in your eyes forbids me. You are so proud of my obedience and I cannot stand to see you disappointed. I will cooperate.
The belt brushes across my breasts. You rub it against my nipples and I lean my head back and moan softly. I fear what is to come but for now I am so turned on I want you to take me now. I want to tell you this but instead I only moan, hoping you will understand. You smile and I know you understand, but you continue to tease my body with the leather strip. You rub it along my hips and across the front of my thighs. You poke me between my legs and push it against my sex. I close my eyes and moan louder. I can feel my sex tingling and moisture dripping. It is too much. Please, take me now, I whisper silently, but the belt begins to torment me.
There’s a light sting as the belt sweeps by my chest, just catching the tip of my left breast as it passes. The sting isn’t much and my breast aches for a more substantial touch. My right breast is treated the same, and then I feel the first gentle slap. My breast wiggles slightly and I can feel my nipples stiffining. My crotch is damp.
Again and again the strap strikes my breasts lightly. My breasts are growing warm. I ache to take my arms down but I do not. I moan and wiggle in frustration. I wish you’d just hurry up and stop tormenting me. I soon get my wish. Becare what you wish for.
The strap is gone for a moment, and then there’s a sharp slap against the side of my hip and I feel the belt wrap around me and the tip smacks my right buttcheek with a ferocious sting. It is what I have been expecting, what I need and want, but it hurts very much and suddenly I am afraid. Tears come to my eyes as the strap catches me again, this time from the other side.
Soon the whipping is going full-rate. Smack, smack. smack., smack, with no more than a few seconds of rest in between. The belt alternates between my left side and right buttock, and my right side and left buttock. You are not swinging especially hard, but the way the tip of the strap lashes around and catches my bare skin is devilish. Soon I am jumping and wiggling frantically, moaning loudly to let you know how much it hurts.
I am crying now, tears dripping down my face. It hurts, it really hurts, the tiny loud stings and I am really wiggling now. I do not remove my hands, however, because I know that will upset you. I writhe and cry but I do not speak or move my hands. But now you increase the tempo of the blows, striking me faster and harder. I yelp with each blow. I see you are watching the mirror behind me and I wonder what my ass must look like, all covered with red splotches from the nasty leather. I can feel the skin of my bottom trembling and constricting on its own and I wonder if you like watching it as I jump and bounce with each loud stroke.
You begin to strike me at odd angles now, wrapping the leather around my thighs and swinging upward to catch the lower portion of my buttocks, or catching me around the waist with a downward stroke that lands stinging blows into the center of my butt, right into the crack. I am gasping and sobbing. I do not know how much more of this I can take. Then you begin the cruelest blows of all. Smiling at me like a lecherous sailor, you pull back the strap and my heart freezes in panic.
You wouldn’t! But you do.
You swing the strap upward between my legs, the leather tip slapping my rump from below. The stinging is fierce, but the ache between my legs is far worse. I can feel the stirring in my loins, my sex dripping with passion. Tears pouring down my face. I moan loudly and spread my legs wider and thrust my crotch toward you, silently begging you to satisfy my frantic craving.
You oblige me, the rough caress of the leather brushing my sex again and again. I barely notice the sharp bite of the tip against my ass as I long for the soft touch against across the wet lips of my sex. I am gone, lost in an orgasmic haze of pain and pleasure, low moans my only sound, my body stiffening with the impact of each blow.
As I begin to come, blinding waves of pleasure washing through me, you pull back your lash so the tip lightly strikes against my sex, the wet splat sending shivers through me as the pain and pleasure become one.
Weeping, I finally collapse on the floor and curl into a sobbing ball, my body shuddering uncontrollably with an overload of emotion.
Gently I become aware of you near me, your musky scent strong and aroused. I clutch at your and you take me in your arms. I press myself against your naked body, dimly wondering at what point you undressed.
Gripping me with animal lust you thrust yourself into me, ignoring my cries of distress and pain at your sudden intrusion. I am exhausted, too tired to struggle, and I collapse in your arms. I let you take me, pumping wildly into me, and I weep quiet, gentle tears of indescribable joy.
***This Is Not My Story , But One I Adore^^^^
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Fallen....
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Posted:Jan 13, 2017 10:40 am
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2024 1:07 am 11611 Views
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Fallen...
I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to float or fall a thousand feet and create the crevice I called my life. But the thing with crevices, there’s always a top and always a bottom. And the feeling of appreciation when you look from the top and understand how fast it can all come crashing down — it’s more than beautiful and more than words could ever explain
Stranger things have happened...
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Journey...
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Posted:Jan 11, 2017 5:02 pm
Last Updated:Aug 29, 2020 3:18 am 11087 Views
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I will take you on a journey of self-exploration you can’t even imagine. I will bring out the person you have kept hidden from the world. All relationships you have had in the past will pale in comparison to what we have together. You won’t only hear me call you mine, but feel it in every breath you take. You will not call me Sir because I wish for you too. You will call me Sir because I will do everything I can to earn that title from you
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34 Questions....
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Posted:Jan 9, 2017 7:21 pm
Last Updated:Nov 9, 2023 7:07 pm 11375 Views
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34 Questions...
Are you quiet when you need to be loved? Or do you raise your voice into a lion’s roar? Will you nudge yourself into my hips? Will you bite my shoulders and say ‘I need you to love me harder today’? Are you softer in the mornings? Which side of the bed do you like to take? Do you sprawl yourself out and steal the covers? Do you sleep naked? Do you take your coffee black? In the summer, do you flip the pillow and sigh when your cheek touches the cold side? Do you keep the windows open at night? If so, how? Aren’t you scared of monsters? Do you know that I’m scared of everything that lives in the dark? Are you aware that sometimes I get so nervous I forget how to move my feet? Can you be patient? Can you be gentle? Do you know how? Is there a quiet war raging inside of you? When you curl your fists and raise your chin, are you donning your armor? Can I help? Can I fight all of your demons with you? I won’t shy away from them, not if it would make you happy. Do you know that I’d stand in the dark in an empty room for you? Do you know that I trust you’d never ask that of me? Do you know that I don’t flinch when you cup my face? Even though if you so much as twitched too hard you could break me? Isn’t this what trust looks like? Isn’t it how I am always skin and emotions for you? Isn’t it saying ‘I love you more today than I did yesterday, but it was a whole lot yesterday’? Listen, do you feel safest when you’re holding yourself together? Do you think someday you can let that go? Will you let me take the pieces of you and keep them close? Can you let me love you? Will you learn how to? It doesn’t matter, I’ll wait.
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Ruin...
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Posted:Jan 7, 2017 8:45 pm
Last Updated:Nov 15, 2021 5:59 am 11863 Views
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Ruin...
You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how you love. There is courage in that.
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Things My Mother Didn't Tell Me But Should Have...
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Posted:Jan 7, 2017 4:26 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2017 10:47 am 11763 Views
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Things My Mother Didn't Tell Me But Should Have...
Never give any kind of pleasure to a boy you wouldn’t give yourself.
Kiss like a promise and wait for the other person to break it.
Human beings are not ships; you cannot save them from sinking
if they don’t want to be rescued from the floodwaters.
Loving someone that doesn’t give a damn about you
isn’t sexy; it’s misplaced energy, also known as self-destruction.
Don’t ever treat anyone like a refugee from a civil war;
they will come back from battle and leave you as wounded
as if you were the one who had been paid
for military service. Forgiveness isn’t putting the weapon down;
it’s learning how to kiss the person pulling the trigger,
not just a quick peck on the cheek, but a full one with tongue.
Let the dead be dead.
They have no answering machines, no phonelines:
if you call them, only the ground will ring.
Never trust a boy who already has a pack of condoms ready
in his coat pocket before he even asks your name.
When the world tries to break your back with its weight,
get a stronger spine.
Your father left us because he was ashamed
for not being the one that gave birth to you.
Even oceans misplace their anchors sometimes.
Never “give a man permission.”
You shouldn’t have to. It should be mutual.
Stop treating your body like currency-
don’t pay anyone who doesn’t deserve it.
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Love Is Blind...
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Posted:Jan 6, 2017 8:37 am
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2021 5:47 am 13388 Views
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Love is Blind...
"Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person's sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. Show me the person they sleep with and I will tell you their valuation of themselves. No matter what corruption they're taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which they cannot perform for any motive but their own enjoyment - just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity! - an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exultation, only on the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces them to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and accept their real ego as their standard of value. They will always be attracted to the person who reflects their deepest vision of themselves, the person whose surrender permits them to experience - or to fake - a sense of self-esteem .. Love is our response to our highest values - and can be nothing else.”
― Ayn Rand
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The Tower...
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Posted:Jan 3, 2017 7:01 pm
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2021 2:42 am 14088 Views
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The Tower...
His voice goads me and then I register the perfect rhythm he is creating in my tightly wound body. One, two, and then three fingers fill me, his hand rocking flawlessly against my quivering clitoris as he fucks me. Slowly at first and then the tempo increases as Shaw builds the pace. Before I know it I am panting as the sensations consume me. Eyes shut tight, I feel myself grinding against what feels like the palm of his hand or maybe his wrist, loving the friction it creates as Shaw penetrates me over and over again.”
― Felicity Brandon, Submission at The Tower:
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Nine and a Half Weeks
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Posted:Jan 3, 2017 3:39 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2023 3:15 am 14533 Views
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Nine and a Half Weeks...
This one, I guess," he says. I look over at the counter, he is looking back at me. He is holding a riding crop: "I'd like to try it out." There is a peculiar shift: from one second to the next I have become disoriented, I am on alien territory, in a foreign century. He walks a few steps to where I am half sitting on the desk, one foot on the floor, the other dangling. He pulls my skirt up my left leg, which is resting on the desk, steps back and strikes me across the inner thigh.
The searing pain is an inextricable part of a wave of excitement; every cell in my body is awash with lust.
It is silent in the small, dusty room. The clerks behind the counter have frozen.
He slowly smooths down my skirt and turns to the older man, who is wearing a suit and still looks like an accountant, though a deep flush is spreading upward from his shirt collar.
"This one will do.”
― Elizabeth McNeill, Nine and a Half Weeks: A Memoir of a Love Affair
The very first book I read about this lifestyle.(1985)..I was hooked!
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