Eros Daily Musings and Digressions

Her name is Perla. Mmmh, she can sit on my desk all day long, answer the phone, light my cigar. She could perfectly well sit under the table too. Anyway, you can see a gallery of her at Errotica Archives. They will even show her to you in 12Mpixel high resolution, if there’s any part of her body that particularly interests you, like that freckle on her inner thigh.

Len Bernstein

Once it would never have occurred to me even to put the words sex and kindness in the same sentence. I did want to see myself as considerate; but when I was close to a woman I mainly wanted her to be in a rapture over me while the world disappeared; and I felt it was impossible for a man to touch a woman and be kind. Sex, I thought, was the kiss of death to friendship between a man and woman, bringing pain and resentment, and I didn’t know why.

Men don’t know how desperate they are to have genuine kindness. Eli Siegel defined kindness as “that in a self which wants other things to be rightly pleased.” I have seen on the most intimate level that when a man is truly interested in having the woman he is close to care more for the world, be in a better relation to it, there come to be pride and pleasure that are unmatched; a man experiences the sweeping emotion he longs for–and with all I still have to learn, I count myself one of the luckiest men in America because I experience this in my marriage of over 25 years…

By Vladimir Sholomov

No, I don’t really need any, but apparently some people do, and clearly Sabrina Morgan is good at it. Here’s how she got started:

When I first got into domination it was on a strictly personal level with a long-term submissive. I didnt understand small penis humiliation and felt that men with small penises should be encouraged to consider their other strong points in bed, such as giving good oral. I firmly believed mens obsession with penis size was ridiculous and in no way based on reality.

Three things happened to change this:

1. One of my submissives had a very small penis. I worked around this, I was patient, I was supportive, I was licked from dawn til sunset. But if I ever tried to ride I couldnt move or it would fall out. Condoms slid off. They were baggy. And he was a premature ejaculator. After a while I just had to find other ways to amuse myself with it. Mmm Did I mention he was a masochist?

2. I finally started to understand erotic humiliation, and how it could be erotic, for both the giver and the receiver. I could never experience it as erotic to give until I understood what it was like to enjoy it from the other end.* I had to experience it myself a few times - and find it intriguing.

* I say never but there were times when my sadism took hold and I played rough. That said there was always hesitation and remorse until I understood it from both ends.

3. I finally gave it, gave it and enjoyed every minute of it. Over and over. Until the fading shame of cutting another persons ego down was replaced with the secret thrill of exposing his weaknesses and leaving him raw and vulnerable of loving to make him squirm. The penis is the center of a mans ego, after all. I saw it as an intersection of verbal sadism, male exhibitionism, submissive shame, and the kink of being inspected and judged. Im into CFNM (oh, who wouldnt be? Who wouldnt want a harem of sexy naked men on display for their amusement?) and after understanding small penis honesty from that angle it all started to click….

I’m taking the month of May off in order to tend to some business ’round here. Check back around June 1 to see the new and improved design. Great info gets buried quick in the current blog format, so we’re going to try and make the site easier to navigate.

In the meantime, you can keep abreast of my antics via Twitter (note: my sister had to stop following me because my tweets were too filthy).

If you’re in St. Louis, come out and have a good time with us May 8th at our get together! (Don’t forget the whiskey, ha!)

Friday, May 8
8pm
Friendly’s Bar near Tower Grove area
3503 Roger
St. Louis, MO 63116

I have SO many fun plans for May - Cinco de Mayo, Beast’s birthday, TBK get together, host a CFNM party, get a job, have a few threesomes and foursomes, putter in the garden, work on having a 10 minute orgasm…

I’ll leave you with one more audio clip - this is an excerpt from this post: “We finished with me fucking him as he sat in one of the brand new chairs until it CRACKED loudly, HA!”

Click here, and take care! Bye for now… xoxo

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Did you ever see a girl who looked more pleased with the effect of her bikini purchase? You have to wonder how much time and energy and careful scheming she put into maneuvering and tempting this fellow into winding up his spanking hand:

From Dante’s Paradiso; larger version here.

This is a parody of Lewis Carroll’s poem You Are Old, Father William, written by English spanking author Philip Kemp and found here on Devlin O’Neill’s blog:

“You’re so lovely, my darling,” the young man said,
“And your bottom is rounded and white,
Yet I think it would look even prettier red,
So you’re getting a spanking tonight.”
“There’s no [...]

Wow - this ad is so sweet and surprising. A bank promoting tolerance? Promoting tolerance of transgender people? Imagine Bank of America doing something like this - it will probably never happen. Thanks, BoingBoing, for sharing.

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He’s just fucked me and made me cum a few times in the basement. I check my cell phone. “My sister said she’ll be here in 20 minutes.”

“Good,” he says. “Let’s go fire up the Hitachi Wand.”

“Are you serious?” I say.

He just looks at me.

He follows me to the bed and I plug in the wand and hand it to him. He pushes me on to the bed, then starts working me over, pushing it on my cunt. He is ruthless with making me cum. It’s as if every time I orgasm, he gains more energy and power.

It’s broad daylight, so I shrink and close my eyes.

“Open your eyes. Look at me,” he orders, and I look up at him towering over me.

My eyes are open, and I cum.

Still, he doesn’t stop. In the middle of my second orgasm, he gets a phone call.

He holds a finger to his lips. “Be still.”

He fishes the phone out of his pocket, checks caller ID, and answers it.

“Hi Mom, how are you?”

I’m trembling silently as he converses with her. He grabs me by the arm and pulls me to the floor as if I’m a piece of luggage. He puts a foot on my belly and grinds the wand in my crotch harder

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

His eyes tell me, as he tells his mom, “Yeah I’m looking forward to it. Yes, I will take care of it. I love you, Mom. See you tomorrow.”

Meanwhile, I’m cumming, an implosion…

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