As those of you who’ve contacted me recently already know, I’m back at it and seeing folks in-person again for both domination and coaching. There were a few false starts as the pandemic unfolded, but doing well now, and very much enjoying being back in the playroom again. I have much lost time to make up for.

So how are you? Little pent up? Little more generally anxious about being around people but more motivated than ever to explore your more adventurous interests. Well if it makes you feel any better that is majorly on trend for a whoooooole lot of people right now.

I’ve had the privilege of some fun outdoor groupings and just recently a couple of very sexy and rambunctious indoor gatherings and it is lovely. Still a little weird, but lovely. As folks start to emerge and mingle amongst each other again everyone is decompressing back into life at a variety of rates. Some folks went deeper during lockdown and its gonna be more of a process resurfacing, and I solidly honor that. But some of y’all went into restrictions already worked up and have been chomping at the bit for months, and thats valid too.

But now that things are re-opening, and sexy options are again returning to the table, how much hungrier are you? How much more motivated to take a big juicy bite out of all the wonders life has to offer? Just as chastity heightens the intensity of release, don’t let that motivation, that beautiful build up, wither on the vine. Time to fucking feast.

Personally, I’m already planning kinky parties, organizing Community events, having group sex, and getting more consistent about my daily wank. Wanna be part of my kinky recovery plan? Instructions on the Contact page.

Why waste any more time, when it has so vehemently reminded us recently that it is both fickle and fleeting.

Here’s to a much sexier year ahead. Lord and Lady knows it wouldn’t take much. Personally I’ve resolved to push my own boundaries and am determined to Maguyver as varied and vibrant a sex life as possible in 2021 despite current conditions.

Because seriously, fuck 2020.

I had felt it prudent to close up shop for the last few months for reasons that should be apparent if you live on this planet. But in a decision that will hopefully come as a serendipitous start to the New Year for some of you, I’ll be tentatively, and selectively, seeing people in-person again starting this very week. I will continue to track the direction cases are trending and will base my availability accordingly. But taking advantage of this window while it lasts, just saying, not a bad idea. Because if 2020 taught us anything, its that the future is uncertain.

So my deviant Darlings, if you have been suffering from similar kink based cabin fever to myself, greatly exacerbated by stringent social distancing, staying in and staying safe like a good little perv, then I think you deserve a treat.

*wiggles fingers suggestively in your direction*

And if you wanna play, but are still staying away of shared spaces (respect), don’t forget that video or phone playdates are still a very sexy option. I’ve been having way too much naughty fun with numerous online gatherings, personal, professional, and even a few performances. I have a great set up and have kinda surprised myself with how much I’m enjoying this new way to hang out and connect with people.

If you haven’t read the site in awhile, please revisit the FAQ page regarding my pandemic protocol. I have also adjusted by rates. This was done to acknowledge the risk associated with making my talents available in-person at this time and my ability to offer a low volume private play space. They are also now more reflective of my 17 years experience and industry standards and expenses in my area. I won’t be grandfathering in anyone at my pre-2021 rates (as much as I love a sexy GILF) but I doubt that will be an issue for the folks who know first hand the value I bring to our time.

And its unfortunate that this needs to be stated but if you’ve been going to holiday parties or other indoor gatherings with people outside your household members, doing extracurricular air travel, or regularly dining inside or in those now enclosed “outdoor” options, well then this is NOT the right time for you to come over and enjoy my particular talents. Maybe once we’ve all been vaccinated. Meanwhile…please make better choices.

Speaking of choices, the opening image of this post was from Wednesday’s 3 hour bubble bath, such an excellent choice. The photo below is a still life of the aftermath from my final fuck of 2020. There was much molesting of my man’s face with many lovely things, pictured and suggested.

Here’s a rambling post about the recent holiday, may it inspire you to your own acts of unapologetic pervyness.

First things first, I think Valentine’s Day is pretty much money motivated, mass-marketed, monogamy propaganda. I’ve felt like this when I’ve been single, and when I’ve been in relationships, including the current lovely and long-lived one I’m in now. Seriously, this one year I intentionally scheduled a  surgery on 2/14 as the idea of spending even part of the day under general anesthesia sounded great. So thats my cranky, Gen X, feminist disclaimer.

This year might have completely won me over.

It started with a text from my honey – “Happy Captain Cook being stabbed to death by Hawaiians Day my Love! Can’t wait for our date tonight! I think we should have tacos post butt sex.”

That text is a master class presentation on how to make me happy. Honor my inner grumpy regarding mainstream holidays (with a nice shout out to our shared feelings on white colonialist), express enthusiasm for being in my company, and promise me your ass, and tacos, in proper order. 

I flirted back by posting a pic on his Facebook of Jim Henson and Kermit. 

See there’s this game we like to play, and it requires a bit of planning ahead, and most importantly, prep. I like to call it my Jim Henson impersonation. Most folks just call it fisting.  I adore pounding his greedy butt, but timing isn’t always conducive for taking things as far, literal and figurative, as we want to go. So staying in, waiting on dinner, and starting our date a little later to allow time for full intestinal irrigation seemed like an excellent way to celebrate such a dubious holiday.

And all the extra effort on his part had a nice silver lining…

I love orgasm control. Sometimes to prolong an experience, sometimes to be evil, sometimes because its funny, sometimes to build character, train folks for better self control, but always because it turns me on to do so. This time around, my playmate was likely even more interested in his delayed gratification then I was. This meant I could fuck him as hard, and fast as I wanted, I could make him stroke his rope-bound dick while he licked me to sweet release again and again. But as excited as he got, as tight as my cunt and that rope squeezed, as much as he wanted to come, he wouldn’t let himself. Because he really wanted that sweet ass pounding and he wanted it as good as it can possibly be, so fearing the refractory period he held back, and denied himself the nut he desperately wanted to bust. But he couldn’t not fully enjoy what was happening leading up to that happy event. Couldn’t not stretch and strain himself into every last inch of my pussy while I rode him at a gallop until just when I felt his resolve slipping and then I’d freeze until he whimpered for more. That was very entertaining for quite awhile.

When I knew he was both utterly lost, and reliably determined, I left him to his own devices and made use of his skilled mouth. When he was inside me, his successes aided his resolve, as each of my orgasms flooded away some that tempting friction. But drinking in all that wonderful wetness just worked him up more, and leaving his “leash” in his own hands, did him no favors. I could feel him try and negotiate with himself to just come, even if it meant less awesome butt stuff, even if it meant no butt stuff that night. 

Luckily the choice was made for him when he brought be to one of those big, beautiful, all bets are off, Os which was as good a time as any for a little break…and a transition to butt stuff.

A word or two about fisting. Its not a thing that even most people who are into butt stuff are into. Large object play is kinda its own category, so don’t think this is something you need to graduate into doing with increasingly larger and larger butt toys. Unless of course you like the sound of getting fisting then, yes, work at establishing physical familiarity by practicing taking larger and larger designed to the purpose objects. Obviously you are not going to permanently “stretch out” your butt hole (strongest muscle in the human body). You’re just getting a solid sense memory in how to relax and accept your desired toys or body part. My partner has been doing his homework for many years as this has been an interest of his for a very long time.

And for the record, it was his idea to cage his dick before I started working his ass.

Sluts, I tell you, always expanding what it means to super size an experience.

I like him best crouched at the edge of the bed for fisting. Easier for him to open up while in a comfy position. It also puts his ass at the perfect height for me, standing behind him I can comfortably take my time. I usually start with just a couple of fingers to warm, and lube, him up. Couldn’t not tease him a bit more so I focused in on his prostate and pillaged the bejeezus out of it till his moans got guttural. And then we start stretching him open. Two fingers become three, worked that in till it felt ready and then a little longer just to make him wait for what I knew he was  really craving. Four fingers isn’t that much of a change, but once you fold in the thumb, then you start getting the pressure of what the real challenge is going to be. That row of knuckles, thats reaching the summit for fisting. Mine are 3 1/2″ across. A large amount of lube, and a surprisingly small period of time, working my hand a little further in and a little less out, a little more in, and a bit out. And then that delicious moment when I slid fully inside him. I gave him a moment to adjust himself to his new reality while admiring the unique view. And then we got. Right. To it. Interspersed slow measured strokes with bursts of fast intense pounding, working myself in nice and deep, found the resistance spot and pressed into it with every stroke till he was completely lost to the fuck. When I felt he’d “suffered” enough I set a steady pace, pressing heavily on his happy button with each pass, until I felt his body tense around me. His come drained right out through his untouched, still caged, cock while he screamed his orgasm into a pillow.

I am a master puppeteer.

After a bit of cleanup we tried to order some food but keep getting a busy signal. While we were waiting for the line to clear we got a little cuddly and well, one thing lead to another…another bunch of orgasms to be exact, one of which was directed onto my feet. 

Valentine’s Day feels pretty fucking redeemed, even if we did miss out on tacos.

Life, sex, and comedy are all about timing…occasionally things purchased and shipped together from my wishlist will imply some potentially very interesting “off-label” use…

For the record, only one of these things is ever going anywhere near anyone’s butt.

Hey there Pervs.

Thanks for stopping by.

Here we go.

A brand new year.

I’d considered doing a post about how I’m gonna be posting more…but looking back over previous entries, pretty sure that statement is as kiss of death as other things you shouldn’t say around December 31st.

Like “Surely things couldn’t get any worse”.

Or “I feel like this is gonna be my year”.

As the one species that has taken life-goal cock blocking to n’er seen before heights, picking a barely-more-than arbitrary day to think that all your problems and bad habits will finally be left behind, starts to make failure look like a fetish that everyone suffers from.

Best to make those changes gradually, and for more reasons than a calendar role-over.

So I make no promises that posting will suddenly become more prolific, but it is something that I want to do more of, and is a part of a larger project goal that I’ve already started on.

And it is worth noting theres a “bit” of external motivation toward posting more updates here. And that is the continuing fallout from the horrible legislation SESTA/FOSTA. I’ve posted about it before (bit here, more on social media), and not really in the mood to dive back in with all the deets. If you somehow don’t know about it already here’s a good link.
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What I will say is that it has already had a chilling effect on providers like myself being able to stay visible on the internet, and justified suspicions are that more damage will continue to be done until the law is repealed and the actions it inspired are reversed.

Which is to say, that as much fun as I’ve had on Facebook, and was starting to have on Twitter, I have no idea how long folks like myself will still be able to post, and/or have our posts actually seen, on there, or on any corporately run entity. Between huge shifts in terms of service like we saw with Tumbler’s over-reaching and hypocritical adult content ban, and Facebook laughably threatening to time-out any naughty talkers, to more subtle and insidious things like shadow-banning on Twitter, platforms that thrived specifically due to the labor and contributions of sex workers have been all too quick to silence us…even before the law had been put into practice, let alone tested in the courts for constitutionality.

But it’ll take a bigger step by the powers that be to silence or censor this blog. And I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stop talking about all the beautiful and inspiring, pervy, sexy things that rock my world, my heart, and my loins.

So Happy New Years, Bitches! And be sure to come back a bit more often because maybe…just maybe…there’ll be something new to see here soon.

Lets just hope that it truly isn’t the last bastion…