Via Unspeakable Axe, we learn of Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2008 , an impressive compilation by Rory of Between the Sheets. We know fewer than a dozen - but to them, and the others, congratulations!
Tony Comstock’s Blog
Unspeakable Axe
Diary of a Kinky Librarian - clearly out favorite reference librarian - based on the number of tmes we refer to her;
Leather Yenta;
Those are the four we know; there are, then, at least 96 we need to be taking a look at.
In her review of the Naughtinano music-driven vibrator - assuming that I understand things correctly - Tilda once again reports on materials and engineering tests which, like many before her, she tests on herself before suggesting that anyone else use them. Brave woman does it all alone, too. Perhaps she needs medically and legally trained observers. We can only hope.
Here’s an excerpt from “two cum cluts on 29th street,” from Tilda’s archives:
I want to see you get fucked by a lot of men. I want to watch them come all over you and after they are done, I’ll lick every bit of cum from your body and then fuck you.
We had a lot in common. We had similar goals. We exchanged a few e-mails, then graduated to the phone. Soon, we were exchanging videos of unusually potent cum shots from RedTube.
We finally decided to meet. He chose a bar I’d never been to and will probably never go to again for reasons soon to be explained. The place was packed with a few office holiday parties and we shouted over the drunken crowd with Santa hats. We found a place at the bar, and after some light generic conversation about work and the holidays we quickly got down to talking about why we were there: his insatiable oral fixation and my general love of debauchery. Neither of us bothered to keep our voices down as he talked about his love of nipple clamps and having his tits chewed to oblivion. I talked about my love of flogging and semen. He had yet to suck a cock, but was eager to do it. Licking come off of someone is great, but there’s nothing like drinking straight from the tap.
two cum cluts on 29th street. From the archives of Fuck: A Love Story.
Lovely post from Diary of a Kinky Librarian. Here’s a taste of “and her butt turned a lovely shade of red“”
We were supposed to meet a couple off of Fetlife on Friday. I had mostly talked with the guy but the woman had started a correspondence with me recently as well. They were going to meet us at MasterDoc’s for dinner. The woman showed up without her man and I thought of how brave she was to meet some unknown couple, at the guy’s place, all by herself. We made jokes about axe murderers and how we could be axe murderers and how she could very well be one and we wouldn’t know it. You know, the usual jokes you make when meeting a stranger off the internet.
We enjoyed dinner and got on the topic of sex and bdsm. Apparently they’ve played sexually with other couples, and they’ve dipped their feet into bdsm, but they’re still very new to it and very interested in learning about it. After dinner, MasterDoc had me put my collar on, and he gave a demonstration of spanking and flogging on my ass. It felt different to have a woman watching than a man, the majority of the time when I have an audience of one it’s a man. I think it’s somehow a bigger turn on with a man, I think it feels more naughty. With a woman I think I worry more about feminist issues - can I still be respected as a feminist for submitting to this man? But in front of a man it feels like I’m just being a dirty girl, and I like that feeling. Interesting. With a woman I’m worried about her thinking less of me, but with a man I’m turned on by him thinking less of me. Desire is a complicated thing.
Read the rest of the post here.
Diary of a Kinky Librarian.
The KL’s nuanced self-awareness is fascinating. We want to ask her how this process - can we call it a hall of mirrors based on her thoughts about her observers? - changes her view of things. Would it matter if it were a gay man or woman, a couple, a large mixed audience? A large mixed approving audience?
We’re personally acquainted with someone who’s met the KL and MasterDoc - and we’ve been told that she’s not only smart and steamy - but also a head-turner. So to be an audience of one under these circumstances is to have a very special ticket.
A lovely red-tinted MFM image from Shaolynne - La Libertine - a French-language site. My doesn’t help much with the navigation - but it’s clearly caught the eye of more than one person on Stumbleupon. We happened on it today on AKTE’s StumbleUpon blog.

Which, in a way, makes her a rocket scientist, doesn’t it? Here’s an excerpt from Tilda’s review of the Pocket Rocket, a new vibrator. We suspect that, with the right handle added, perhaps a silicone cylinder custom-fitted, the noise issue could be done away with. We’ll give that to the Acoustics Group. (Some people think it’s possible to do all of this only with the people whose bylines you can see, but in fact, we’re only part of, as the subtitle says, more or less, a “vast conspiracy.” From Tilda’s Review of the Pocket Rocket:
The Doc Johnson “Pocket Rocket” is one of those toys I kept hearing about, but never thought to pick up. I’ve tried little pocket sized vibes before, but was never happy with any of them. The size of the vibe represented the level of vibration: subtle and discreet. They ended up deep in the bottom of my toy bag or the recesses of a drawer. The batteries would wear out and I never bothered to get new ones.
- snip -
This little baby, is powerful. Surprisingly powerful. Because of the small size the vibration was more focused. Maybe that’s why it felt so intense. If a Hitachi is a paint brush, the Pocket Rocket is a fine tipped pen. I wasn’t expecting it. It made me groan out loud, squirt all over and left me with some shivering aftershocks (I may have held it there a smidge too long).
This might be my new efficiency vibe, the toy I use when I don’t have a lot of time, when I just want to get off and go to sleep. The only draw back for me is that it’s just as loud as a full size toy. So much for the ladies room at work.
“Toy Review: The Pocket Rocket.
By Tilda at Fuck: A Love Story
Tilda - whose blog Fuck: A Love Story has been mentioned here - not nearly often enough - is also the proprietor of two other interrelated sites: Kink+Culture (blog) and Kink+Culture (website). There might be a better way to express the algebra - what Tilda is up to here, I think, is pointing out where bdsm is peeking out, so to speak, through the mainstream culture. The content is is exceptionally well-chosen and Tilda’s got a keen eye.
Of course, we’re not giving up FALS:
From her post Floating World 08:
I pretty much knew the weekend would be about the classes and there were a few I dug more than others: Lolita’s class on gags inspired me to buy my own
dental retractors. Corey Alexander’s Full Body BDSM reminded me why I love being thrown against walls. Yin’s “When Home Depot is your Sex Toy Store” was inspiring in more ways than one. Because of British “Lucky” Paul’s class on suspension without rope, I now desperately want to get fucked while hanging upside-down in a straight jacket. I happen to own a straight jacket, so I’m part of the way there.
I’m going to
Dark Odyssey Camp and I’ve promised myself I’d be a bit more proactive and do some prep work. As much as I’d like to believe it, cocks just aren’t going to just leap into my pussy from thin air. I’m not Fonzie. I can’t snap my fingers and have a man grinning with a flogger appear at my side within seconds. So, I did my profile, I’m messaging and I’m buying a cold weather sleeping bag so I don’t wake up in the middle of the night with my teeth chattering like last year. I hope to get a ride, so I don’t have to limit all my crap to two bags on the train. I’m learning. There’s still no “assumed we”. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I haven’t mentioned Ben in a while. I’d say we broke up, but he would have to actually communicate with me in some way to actually break up with me.
Two thoughts about this: suspension from a straightjacket was a mainstay of Harry Houdini’s promotional acts - it’s classic. (In Houdini’s case it was clearly a marketing pitch based subtly on sex, as was so much of his work). So Tilda is on an interesting - one might even say “classical” - path).
Second - about the snapping of fingers and appearance of people; we suspect that - come a year from now, we may findout that when she snaps her fingers it stops traffic. More from
Fuck: A Love Story as we keep reading.
Suzanne SxySadist (blog link) is a wonderful sex blogger and also has an intricate and rich site - with some paid galleries and other excellent material as well - link to main site
She’s beautiful. And she’s very thoughtful. A recent piece, “Caning for Catharsis,” is about, in part, the emotional which intersections with planes of pain and pleasure. My lame metaphor, not hers. (I’m not sure who “Sarah” is in the piece - but I imagined it to be Sarah Jane Ceylon, who is amazing, clever, and infinitely adorable). This is a blog worth reading.
Yet another wonderful discovery made indirectly via FetLife: Little1Leather. This choker caught my eye, but there are other things as well - principally wearable, and the proprietor does some custom work as well. I’m tempted to put together a slide show - but frankly, I’m still not sure how all the new image functions in WordPress 2.6.1 work. But if you’re looking for presents for Columbus Day, Labor Day (you’re already late), Memorial Day (you’re in trouble) or those other present-giving holidays - Little1Leather seems a good place to check out. And don’t forget FetLife.
Made
My lips were made to kiss you; my arms to hold you close.
My hands were made to touch you; my fingers to tease you.
My tongue was made to lick you; my teeth to bite.
My eyes were made to show you how much I care.
My breasts were made to be crushed against you; my waist to be wrapped in your arms.
My hips were made to be touched by your hands; my ass to be squeezed by your fingers.
My thighs were made to straddle you; my legs to be wrapped around you.
My knees were made to kneel; my feet to stand upon and carry me to you.
Your lips were made to suck me; your eyes to lose myself in.
Your arms were made to hold me tight; your hands to caress me.
Your fingers were made to tickle me; your chest for me to rest against.
Your waist was made for me to wrap my arms around; your stomach for me to kiss.
Your hips were made for me to stroke; your back for me to scratch.
Your legs were made to drive you into me; your feet to bring you to me.
Are you ready to lose yourself in me?
I am.
From Alice’s LaLaLand.
No question. After thinking about it for a while, ended up with our first reaction; the hostess of PolyamoryWeekly (itunes subscription link), a great podcast.
Just learned via PolyWeekly.com, that Ms. Minx is at DragonCon - I’ve never been to any of these things - but was amazed that members of the casts of Buffy, Batttlestar, Firefly, the original Star Trek, ST Enterprise, Millenium, ST Voyager, Farscape and Deadwood - those were the ones I could pick out easily - are all going to be there. We don’t have cable and can’t watch broadcast TV - so we have a NetFlix account. This list is basically identical to the list of television shows which we’ve purchased and own. Some on disk and via iTunes.
But, given our tastes - we still think the Minx is the most important person there. Something about that voice.