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Why I Love Rope —

~erotica~ “I want to teach you why I love rope.” He smiled, and gave a nod of assent. “Take off your shirt.” He stood, flinging his t-shirt aside, revealing the chiseled body that still sent my heart a flutter. I picked up a red 30′ coil. With a flick of my wrist, I watched as […]

Perfectly Bound —

Last Thursday afforded me a modicum of unexpected fun. My gig was cancelled literally minutes before we were to start setting up gear. With a free evening I had two choices: Happy Hour or rigging time. With Shibaricon so close (holy shit!), I opted to spend some time under my point at home. Dressed in […]

Lesson —

~erotica~ – You were being difficult. * No I wasn’t. – Yes, you were. * I was being specific, detailed, precise. – Right… * Who has who bound? – Who is inside of whom? * Just because I’m… riding… you… doesn’t… mean… fuck… Doesn’t mean… Doesn’t mean… I couldn’t do… whatever I want… to you… […]

The Opposite Of Progress —

“Does that work?”“Yeah, you just have to kick it.” I saw the scale on the floor of the warehouse, and thought, Why not? I should have just kept walking. Then again, maybe I’m better off knowing for sure. It was as I expected; not good. Two weeks of vacation. The busy season kicking in. Stressing […]

A Wet Dream —

I was on the set of a movie. A porno. I was an actor. Or a PA. Or both. The director sent me off to fetch a bunch of gel for the lights, lights which were to shoot through a screen to highlight the lead in a soft glow. It was combination horror/porn shoot. The […]

I HAS ROPE! —

Awesome friends introduce you to awesome people, who then become your awesome friends. And awesome friends do awesome things for each other. I HAS ROPE! Through my friend N3rddom, I met Nomad, a quiet sweet creature who loves rope as much, if not more, than I do. Even more than learning about ties, though, Nomad […]

Bound By Burn —

~erotica~ I knelt before him, clothed in only a tank top and panties. The wet grass under my knees and feet was cool, a small breeze giving a slight chill to the air. He sat on the stairs of his wooden deck, his right boot the closest part of his body to me. When I […]

Dancing —

“Stop spinning.” She whispered it into my ear, her breathy voice carrying the grin on her face. I breathed deep, my head against hers, a smile across my lips as well. Soft silk pressed against my eyes, blocking out the world. And my lids weren’t the only ones shielded. It was just me, her, and […]

Connection —

I expected little from my last night at Frolicon. I had already enjoyed a good event, nothing terribly momentous but a few days of chill fun. So as I walked towards Vlad and Itonia, I smiled, happy to see familiar faces. Vlad was dressed in a dapper pinstripe suit and held a length of white […]

A Tour —

Before I even showed up In San Francisco, I already had plans. I knew there were two places I wanted to visit, Mr. S Leather & Wicked Grounds. These two stops would be easy, seeing as they are merely a block away from each other and only a mile and a half walk from the […]