The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #63? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Slut (http://lafillemariee.blogspot.com)
“I fucked one man at the request of another, in exactly the way asked for. Then I reported what happened to the one who requested it.”
When Clients Look Like Relatives (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
“I walked out the door, saw a man standing there and almost puked.”
Low Class Stripper? Classism and society’s view of adult entertainment (http://fullfrontalpolitics.com)
“For a lot of women sex work is a last-ditch option, something we all consider in the back of our minds when we’re growing up; we ask ourselves once or twice, if we needed the money, would we strip?”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Playboy Soldiers (http://sugarbank.com)
Editors’ Choice
Where the Wild Things Are (http://kinkyfarmwife.blogspot.com)
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Sexy lace panties courtesy of How About Now?
Posted by Vixen as Sugasm at 11:22 PM CST
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Via Sugar Bank:
The “Goatse-man”
“Pictures of a man identified as Kirk Johnson contain images similar to hello.jpg . At this point, it is considered very likely that Kirk Johnson is the “Goatse Man.” Johnson is a regular poster to the newsgroup alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.male.anal, among others, and a rather simple analysis confirms this fact; it is unlikely that there is another practitioner of anal stretching with the exact same mole on the upper-left edge of his anus, and both the gap.zip (see below) pictures and Johnson’s pictures show the same type of large yellow buttplug.
Some have speculated that “he” is actually an intersexual who is pulling open his vagina. However, the rest of the images in the series are clearly male. An interview with someone who shows similar elasticity can be found at: http://www.bmezine.com/news/people/A20210/plp56/index.html (Note that this site contains similar photos on the front page.)
Due to the anatomical similarities between the man seen in the original goatse.cx images as well as those on detroithardcore.com and the man seen in the image on bottleguy.com (same mole near the anus, similar scrotal sack and penis, same slim build), it seems likely apparent that “bottleguy” is also identical Kirk Johnson.
Because many frequent Internet users have been tricked into viewing this site, it has become something of an Internet-wide in-joke. As such, hello.jpg and the other images on the site are often subjects of parodies and tributes.”
Just when you think Goatse will fade away it comes back full force. Perhaps Mr. Johnson can get a book deal. Or a calendar, Goatse: 365 Objects Inserted. The possibilities are endless.
There are many Goastse parodies on this tribute page. My favorite though is the First Goatse Flickr Group, a classic in the making.
Posted by Vixen as Musings at 10:42 PM CST
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Sometimes I miss the prevalence of the ’60s hippie culture. Mind you I wasn’t alive then but I miss it nonetheless.
What a short, strange trip: Be-in is 40
SAN FRANCISCO - Their hair, once a symbol of youthful rebellion, is mostly gray. Bodies that writhed with wild abandon when a guru invited them to “Turn on … tune in … drop out” now sport stiff knees and age spots.
“How many of you are on acid right now?” rock critic Joel Selvin asked an audience of former hippies who turned out this past week to mark the 40th anniversary of the Human Be-in, the counterculture event that unofficially launched the Summer of Love. “How many of you are on antacid right now?”
In many ways, the ’60s as we now know the era was born Jan. 14, 1967, when musicians, poets, visionaries, student radicals and wayward youth gathered in Golden Gate Park. It was the unofficial birth of the counterculture movement that defined San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury district, a prelude to the social and political upheaval that followed.
Posted by Vixen as News at 9:26 PM CST
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I have a client who desperately wants to look like a woman but is terrified of dressing up. On our calls I’ve gotten him to relax enough to try on panties and stockings. He’s not ready for them yet but he dreams of wearing heels one day. Because he is scared of dressing he binges and purges. After we talk he throws out any clothing and toys we played with on the call. This leaves him with the unwanted task of buying these items over and over again. He needs much reassurance that it’s “not wrong” for him to buy panties and the like. Because of his nervousness I’m nicknaming him Nervous Nelly for this story.
NN called me one night shortly after his most recent purge. He wanted to be sissified and fucked. With no panties or dildo I wasn’t sure what to do with him. It was late at night and no stores near him were open. Putting me on hold NN went looking through his house and came back with panties. He always insistes he’s single and lives alone but I suspect he has a girlfriend.
This solved only part of the problem. While NN had his panty fix there was no dildo in sight. Telling me he will “go look in the refrigerator” he put me on hold again. After a few minutes he returned and asked “Will a sausage do Mistress?” I’m not sure I heard him correctly and asked him to repeat himself. He had indeed gotten a sausage.
I started to caution him, encouraging him to look in another room for something better. He was convinced the sausage would fit up his ass. My advice of putting a condom on the meat was ignored. Instead NN tells me he’s going to turn on the tv and look for porn.
While he’s flipping channels he asked me to fuck him with the sausage cock as he called it. What the hell I figure. If the sausage is too big it won’t fit. And if it does, can a piece of meat do much damage? I think about sausages I’ve eaten. Sure they’re dense but they’re not rock hard so hopefully this piece of meat won’t tear his anal cavity.
When I ask if he has lube he tells me he has olive oil. Resisting the urge to laugh I tell him the oil will work. NN starts fucking himself with the sausage cock. He grunts while he inserts it but soon he is moaning.
Meanwhile he’s still flipping channels. He must be sitting close to the television because I can hear a jumble of voices. The voices stop changing and I realize he’s settled on a program. NN is still fucking himself with the sausage. Through his groans I hear a voice from the show. It’s a woman’s voice talking about STDs. Why he wants to watch a show on STDs while fucking himself with a piece of meat is behind me. NN seems happy though so I play along. Then suddenly he started panicking. “It’s falling apart Mistress.” I’m told the sausage had broken in half in his ass. NN is nervous enough playing with his ass and this sent him over the edge. “What do I do? What do I do!”
I remain calm. Using my firmest yet caring tone I order him to slow his breathing. I explain that he needs to either pull the sausage out with his fingers or use his anal cavity to push the pieces out. The STD show is still playing in the background. I caught snippets of words and it seemed the show was a documentary or news program. NN told me he would get the sausage out but had to end the call first. I didn’t argue; he was horribly humiliated.
We’ve talked since and neither the sausage or the tv show has been mentioned. Clearly irony is not dead.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:39 PM CST
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I’m sick. If it weren’t for the mute button I wouldn’t be able to do calls at all. And so I say-
Oh Mute Button! How grateful I am to thee. You cover up my nose blowing, my desperate sucking of a cough drop, my very unsexy numerous coughs. What a wonderful invention you are. Praise you with great praise!
In the words of the Dead Milkmen “I’m all messed up on cough syrup right now so like nevermind.”
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 10:43 PM CST
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“From one point of view that’s evil.”
-a client commenting on the effect my voice has on his cock
Posted by Vixen as Quote Book at 11:08 PM CST
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Had to post this one because I like the whole photoset. Her hair is especially cool.
Posted by Vixen as Sexy Sensations at 10:25 PM CST
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From the Washington Post:
Foundation Wants Stricter Rules for Splits
“RICHMOND, Jan. 4 — After its victory in last year’s fight over a constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriage in Virginia, the Family Foundation of Virginia announced Thursday that it will push to change the state’s divorce laws to make it more difficult for parents to end their marriage.
The Family Foundation, which opposes abortion and promotes socially conservative values, said it will lobby the General Assembly this year to amend the state’s long-standing no-fault divorce law, which essentially allows a husband or wife to terminate a marriage without cause.
The foundation is advocating “mutual consent divorce” for couples with children, which would require a husband and wife to agree to divorce before a marriage can be legally terminated, except in certain instances, such as abuse or cruelty. The proposed legislation would not affect childless couples.
“Right now, one spouse can unilaterally end [the marriage], and not only is their spouse unable to stop the divorce, their abandonment does not preclude them from having custody of their child,” said Victoria Cobb, president of the Family Foundation. “When we send a message that one can up and leave their family and have no consequence, the Old Dominion is encouraging divorce.”
Similar legislation has failed in the past. Cobb said the push for tougher standards is one of several initiatives her organization will advocate when the General Assembly convenes next week.”
Posted by Vixen as News at 7:39 PM CST
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It’s time for me to celebrate. Off I go!
Posted by Vixen as Musings at 9:57 AM CST
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Editors’ Note: This week’s Sugasm was delayed 48 hours due to domain issues. They’ve been resolved and we’re back on schedule. Thanks for your patience!
The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #62? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Me, Her, and Him 3 (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)
“But as sexually satisfied as he kept Kendall — or as satisfied as one man could — she was yearning for another kind of action.”
Polyamory vs. Polyfuckery (http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)
“I admire Rachel’s altruism, despite her saying it’s a practical matter of what it takes to get her wet.”
A is for Abandon (http://redvelvetropeburn.com)
“The hands pressed into her lower back and she wanted to ask Him if He had felt them but her orgasm overtook her and she lost all conscious thought for a few moments.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
The Best of SugarBank 2006 (http://sugarbank.com)
Editors’ Choice
Lovely Contradictions (http://pick-up-pieces.blogspot.com)
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Slippery MetArt beauty courtesy of The Erotica Journals.
Posted by Vixen as Sugasm at 11:10 PM CST
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“You’ve got a set up top and I’m not kidding.”
-pranker, in reference to a picture of me topless
he then wanted to talk about cumming on them for free and that’s when I hung up
Posted by Vixen as Quote Book at 8:55 PM CST
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From the Public Employees for Environmental Responsibility site:
How Old Is The Grand Canyon? Park Service Won’t Say
“Washington, DC — Grand Canyon National Park is not permitted to give an official estimate of the geologic age of its principal feature, due to pressure from Bush administration appointees. Despite promising a prompt review of its approval for a book claiming the Grand Canyon was created by Noah’s flood rather than by geologic forces, more than three years later no review has ever been done and the book remains on sale at the park, according to documents released today by Public Employees for Environmental Responsibility (PEER).
“In order to avoid offending religious fundamentalists, our National Park Service is under orders to suspend its belief in geology,” stated PEER Executive Director Jeff Ruch. “It is disconcerting that the official position of a national park as to the geologic age of the Grand Canyon is ‘no comment.’”
In a letter released today, PEER urged the new Director of the National Park Service (NPS), Mary Bomar, to end the stalling tactics, remove the book from sale at the park and allow park interpretive rangers to honestly answer questions from the public about the geologic age of the Grand Canyon. PEER is also asking Director Bomar to approve a pamphlet, suppressed since 2002 by Bush appointees, providing guidance for rangers and other interpretive staff in making distinctions between science and religion when speaking to park visitors about geologic issues.”
This is such pathetic news. If one’s religion can’t handle scientific fact maybe the religion is faulty.
Posted by Vixen as News at 11:24 AM CST
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I had been talking dirty on the phone over a year when I had my first in-person session. My first client had a foot fetish. We had been talking for months and he desperately wanted to meet. During our calls he obsessed over my feet so I nicknamed him Foot Slut. Despite living several states away he eagerly agreed to pay not only my session rate but my travel expenses as well. My husband and I decided to rent a car and turn the trip into a mini-vacation.
Not having experience with in-persons I quizzed sex worker friends to come up with a price and protocol. FS happily sent a deposit and picture of himself, a photocopy of his driver’s license. The picture showed an average looking man but told me little else.
We drove to FS’s city and checked into a hotel. Mr. Radical was to wait in the car during the session. Safe calls and codewords were arranged. I showered and shaved, trying to feel sexy but failing. My husband left to wait in the rental and I waited for FS’s arrival.
The session itself was simple. FS wanted to crossdress and to worship my feet. In theory it seemed easy but I was nervous. Would those activities alone fill up a 2 1/2 hr session? Would he be happy with our meeting? Did I have what it took to be a pro-dom? My stomach churned and I paced the room, full of nerves.
FS called as he arrived. We were to meet at a back door in the hotel. I wore a simple blouse and long skirt. FS had a fantasy of watching me in boots so I wore a leather pair.
I walked out the door, saw a man standing there and almost puked. It was my Father-in-law! He was staring at me with his mouth gaping. What the hell was going on?! Had he found out what I did for a living? Was FS just a ruse for him to confront me? I wanted to scream. I wanted to run and hide. But I was frozen to the spot staring at my husband’s father. I was speechless and terrified.
Then he spoke. “Mistress?” In a flash I realized this was indeed the real Foot Slut and not my FIL. I greeted him by his slut name; he smiled and nodded. How many times had I seen that smile at my wedding, at family visits, in Christmas photos? I swallowed hard in hopes of quelling my nausea.
FS followed me inside and sighed in pleasure as he watched me walk in my boots. I walked slowly using this time to compose myself and review my options. FS was a good client. He was pleasant, reliable and easily satisfied. If I backed out of this session not only would I lose the money I would lose money from future calls. I had to go through with it.
Inside the room he fumbled with an envelope in his blazer pocket. While he was distracted I unabashedly stared at him. He was the splitting image of my Father-in-law. Same height, same build, same couch potato belly, same curly hair, same hair part, same round glasses, same facial hair, same taste in clothes, same taste in shoes. The similarity was shocking. They would have been mistaken for brothers if in the same room. The more I looked at him the more freaked out I became.
FS handed me my fee and I told him I’d be right back. I met Mr. Radical in the car. Handing him the cash I gasped “He looks just like your Dad!” He looked at me in shock and I said I’d tell him the details later.
As I walked back into the room I had to control an instinctive shudder. FS had stripped down and was kneeling on the floor nude. I did not need to see my FIL naked. I had to keep reminding myself he was a client and not a relative.
I was in the thick of it now. There was no turning back at this point. I changed into my Mistress clothes in the bathroom and tried to calm myself. FS changed into a crotchless fishnet body stocking coupled with bright red panties. Suddenly I was staring at my FIL crossdressed.
I forced an expression of pleasure on my face. Internally I wanted to scream. I couldn’t let him detect my real emotions because he wouldn’t understand. I could never tell him the real reason. It wasn’t the FS’s fault that he was the mirror image of my FIL. I was terrified my emotions would show so I wanted to keep his gaze off my face. Since his fetish was feet I struck a pose in my sexy heels and he barely looked up again.
On the whole the session went perfectly. He licked my heels, massaged and washed my feet, and licked my toes. While I made my safe calls he sat on the floor staring at my toes. He was gentle with my feet. He obeyed all my orders. I couldn’t have asked for a better behaved client. But every time I looked down all I could see was my FIL crossdressed and slurping at my feet. “He’s not my Father-in-law. He’s not my Father-in-law” became my silent mantra as the minutes slowly ticked by.
Finally, there was merely 15 minutes left. FS asked to masturbate; I gave permission. I took up a position on the bed to subtly indicate I wouldn’t be helping. FS sat on the floor stroking his cock while sucking on my heel. I tried to looked pleased despite seeing the image of my FIL jerking off. He came in his panties then looked at me with an embarrassed expression. I smiled, saying was a good foot slave. FS got dressed and prepared to leave. Standing in the doorway he turned and said he’d like to see me again. Despite the resemblance it was a good session so I agreed.
After FS left I called my husband to tell him the session was over. He asked if FS had just left the hotel. I told him yes and he asked if FS was wearing a certain type of coat and described it. I said yes and he exclaimed “He looks JUST LIKE MY DAD!”
“I know! You should see him in fishnets.”
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 6:44 PM CST
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