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Smut Meme

Ok I’ve been tagged. Months ago it turns out and I’m just realizing it now (I’m an ass).

Mistress Leah tagged me to answer and so here goes nothing. The Q&A comes from Isabella and hope I can do it justice.

Here are the rules: (Sorry, never done this before)

“You’re welcome to post it on your blogs. You must call it the Smut Meme (obvious reasons, I’d hope), you must link to me in the title, and you must tag 2 people, and link to them as well. Oh, and you must post this little blurb of instructions at the beginning, like I’ve just done. Got it? Ok then. The idea is to pick one or the other, even if you prefer neither. I’ll go first. If you want to play along you can answer the questions in the comments.”

1. Chocolate or Whipped Cream: Whipped Cream!

2: Leather or PVC: This is a difficult one. Hmm I like both actually. I have almost no PVC experience, so I’ll go with leather since it’s the devil I know.

3: Outdoor Sex or Indoor sex: Crap why do I need to choose? I suppose Indoor because it’s more conducive to relaxing afterwards.

4. In the Jacuzzi or In Bed: The bed. I can’t hold my breath that long.

5. Bad Sex or No Sex: No sex. Bad sex just makes me crave good sex even more.

6. Dominate or Be Dominated: You have to ask?

7. Thigh highs or Body stocking: I’m a leg guy for sure and if I could I’d choose neither because bare skin is better to kiss. Since I need to choose I’d say thigh highs.

8. Fast or Slow: Damn. Fast but not ending fast.

9. Rough or Gentle: Rough please. It’s ok if you make me bleed.

10. Bite or Suck: I like to be bitten (a recent first time experience for me) but I prefer to suck.

11. Role-play or Reality: Reality. However I’ve never role played so…it might just be that I don’t know what I’m missing.

12. Dirty Talking or Dirty Talking To: Dirty talking to.

13. Edible panties or No Panties: Ixnay on the anties-pay.

14. Spanking paddle or Barehanded: Barehanded, it’s much more intimate….shit but the paddle would hurt more. Grrr ok..spanking I guess.

15. Landing Strip or Kojak: Kojack. “Who loves ya baby.”

16. Multiple Sessions or One Good Fuck: Multiple good fucks.

17. Moaning or Screaming: Hopefully she is moaning and I am screaming.

18. Older Men or Young Men: I’m straight. Don’t you read this blog?:)

19. Three-way or No Way: Three-way

20. Swing or No Swinging: I’d like to try swinging. I’ll mark it as a serious curiosity.

So wait. I’m supposed to tag two people now? Ok umm. How’s about Persephone and Red Lady M.

Super Fuck-Off Shield

The Super Fuck-Off Shield

That’s what one dominant woman I know calls it.

It’s the look she gives guys when she wants the creepy ones to stay away from her when she’s at a kink event. She admits that it probably keeps the non creepy ones away as well.

I have one friend who has perfected the Super Fuck-Off Shield so well that she can make a guy turn around as he’s approaching her with one look.

The strange thing is, I’ve seen women put up the shield and then later hear them complain that there aren’t any good submissive men to play with.

So how does one convey interest to play without projecting the creep factor?

A dominant friend posed this question recently and she didn’t know the answer. It’s one of those you-know-it-when-you-see-it kinda things.

When I first moved to New York I was horrible at approaching dominant women at kink events. I’d walk up to someone, introduce myself, offer to buy them a drink and when I brought it to them it was like I wasn’t even there. They’d take the drink and move on.

I was apparently creeping them out.

I never made the mistake of doing what some guys do and just walk up to a woman and ask if I can worship her feet or if she wanted to play with me. I knew that part was creepy.

After a few drink-and-disappear situations, I decided it was best to just not approach at all. After all, not approaching gives me the same result as approaching and I get to save my beer money if I don’t approach.

Economics wins again!

There have been times when I’ve stumbled into a conversation or two and I always wonder how to broach the subject of playing but never did.

I thing it would always come out sounding like this:

“Yeah I know, that sub-prime mortgage thing is messed up. So do you want to beat me or something?”

Or

“Soooooo…yeah…..umm… is there anything you’d like to do…to me??? Or…on me?”

Or

“Hmm you know what? I’ll bet you a dollar you can’t beat me until I’m a puddle on the floor. C’mon, put you money where your mouth is. I probably have 45 cents in my pocket right now that says you can’t.”

Either way I sound like a tool.

I know the trick to getting vanilla women. Vanilla women are easy, just act like you have options or that you could care less and that’s pretty much it. It makes me sound like a total ass I know. I only learned this after I gave up dating vanilla women and trying to introduce them to the joys of a submissive guy. As soon as I gave up and stopped caring, they started showing interest.

It doesn’t work that way with dominant women at kink events.

Probably because they have options and could care less.

Guess What? That Exotic Dancer Want’s Money

She was one of the few people I actually met from Alt.com.

I sent her an email months earlier. She confessed that she only replied out of boredom and that I looked better than most guys who replied to her ad.

I could have told you that it wouldn’t have worked out before we even met. It was one word that tipped it off to me: SUCCESSFUL

I do consider myself successful. Granted, my definition isn’t the same as women who write ads on Alt.com.

Why do I consider myself successful? Well, I have a job, lots of friends I love and they love me. What else is there right?

I know I know. I’m kinda lying to myself on this one.

Anyway, we met downtown at a restaurant she picked. Not an expensive place (the true litmus test for someone only looking for a guy with money) and not a place one would consider a woman would test to see if the guy flinched at the bill or not.

She asked what I did for a living, she was interested in my previous career and mentioned how she was an exotic dancer putting herself through college. I didn’t flinch and she seemed relieved that I had no problems with it.

We talked, she seemed nice. She confessed that she was looking to move in with a submissive man in the city (she lived in Jersey) and was visibly upset when she learned I lived in Harlem.

Obviously my idea of success wasn’t hers.

She thanked me for lunch, mentioned that she needed to go and hoped we would meet again soon.

Two days later I sent her a text asking if she wanted to meet for drinks and she sent back something along the lines of:

“You’re attractive, smart, sincere and eager to please. I want someone attractive, smart, sincere, eager to please and can take care of me financially.”

In hindsight, it’s one of the nicest ways has let me down.

The fact that she was an erotic dancer has nothing to do with the story really, I’ve seen the “successful” line from more women who weren’t exotic dancers than those who are.

Now that I think of it. Did I lead her on? Am I the one to blame here because I had a feeling she wanted a guy with money and still I replied to her ad?

Groped on the subway

Coming back from an event wearing leather pants on the subway Saturday night.

Drunk guy groped me on the subway and tried to convince me to come home with him.

I did my best to remain calm and get the guy to relax and just leave the train on the next stop and he did.

The doors on the subway closed after he left and I was hoping that a group of drunken sorority girls would hop in on the next stop and attempt to do the same.

Nope, no drunken sorority girls arrived. Not even a sober one.

Damn I need to get groped by a woman soon…just so I don’t feel dirty.

An Open Letter To The Person Who Invented Fitted Sheets

Hey, person who invented fitted sheets.

Fuck you, man.

I don’t like you at all. Not in the least.

What were you thinking? I’m supposed to fold this? How?

There have been a number of times when I’m performing service for someone and it requires me to fold one of these Rubik’s Cube-like devices.

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I’m not a good folder to begin with. I lack the folding gene. When faced with the fitted sheet I’m totally helpless.

I think I’m going to add this to my small list of hard limits.

Fuck you, guy who invented the fitted sheet.