Mr. and Mrs. Kink (dot com)

I am overwhelmed with emotion and at a loss for words at the outpouring of support that people in our community have shown our family by donating prizes for the raffle, buying tickets, cross posting to spread the word, and the kind words that have gotten us through a very difficult time. We are proud to say that our personal need has been met and good (us, the sinners) triumphs over evil (them, the morally superior). To feed off of Graydancer’s post, we have proven that “a community proving that a community of pervs cares more about her education than an administration full of assholes.”

This means that instead of being my personal mission to fight for my daughter, I am on a bigger mission for the greater cause. I recognize that I am not the only person going through this battle. In fact, it’s a series of small battles that are all a part of a greater war on personal freedom, often with children in the crossfire.

This shouldn’t happen, but if you’re living an alternative lifestyle, it very well could happen to you. The only way to combat it is to put on the armor, link up arm-in-arm, and take them on as a commUNITY. That is exactly what I’ve seen in the last few days and I think we can do more!

The raffle continues, as it is scheduled to end on Sunday (8/17/08) at 10pm, but from this point forward, all proceeds will be going to the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom as a contribution from the community that has stood together and won this battle. This is our way of supporting the war that has been waged in the land of the free against personal and sexual freedom. At the end of the year, the refunded monies will also be donated on behalf of this community.

The National Coalition for Sexual Freedom is a national organization committed to creating a political, legal, and social environment in the United States that advances equal rights of consenting adults who practice forms of alternative sexual expression. NCSF is primarily focused on the rights of consenting adults in the SM-leather-fetish, swing, and polyamory communities, who often face discrimination because of their sexual expression.

My deepest gratitude to those who have supported and continue to support this cause. I have never felt such a sense of community in my entire life. So here is the current prize list for the new official National Coalition for Sexual Freedom raffle. Check back, as we seem to be adding prizes daily.

From Lochai there are three 5×7 museum signed prints from his recent exhibit at the World Erotic Art Museum, two of them are not only museum signed prints, but are also very limited editions.

Alley Bound and Curves are a limited edition of 10 museum signed prints. If you win, you will receive either 6/10 or 7/10. Beach Bound is Lochai’s iconic World’s Most Erotic Photograph winning piece, and is a signed museum print. (Sold normally at $75/print)

Ellie Lumpesse has donated three books:

The Straight Girl’s Guide to Sleeping With Chicks by Jen Sincero
Aqua Erotica by Mary Anne Mohanraj
The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio by Violet Blue

Ellie is also offering:

a 30-minute private phone session (that can include her amazingly sexy man) if you win.

Sam donated:

custom, hand made jewelry (a necklace and earring set) to a runner up. “It’s not a kinky prize, but pretty,” she said. Pretty indeed! Take a look: http://quem98.livejournal.com/306470.html

Thursday and D donated:

a signed 8×10 print of any one of their photographs
a copy of the book, The Mammoth Book of Illustrated Erotic Women.

And Thursday has also offered:

one of her sexy (orgasmic) voicemails to a lucky winner. Let me tell you, that is one hot prize.

The writer of Between My Sheets offered:

A brand new, still in the package, never been used Silver Bullet Vibe.

And just now I heard from my Naughty Secretary who offered:

Her services as a graphic designer. There are two separate prizes - each being two hours of graphic design time (normally charged at $120/hr). In addition to participating in this raffle, she is doing her own auction to raise money. She is sponsoring a silent auction of one of her paintings on her web page.

Edward, from Exjinn.net, the company that hosts all of our blogs and provides us without outstanding support and service, has offered:

A 50 gig hosting plan from Exjinn.net with 1-year of service.

Essin’ Em:

just donated a copy of the book, Wetter, with her story signed personally for you. As if that weren’t generous enough, she has also offered an 8×10 print!

Sabrina Fox - does the name ring a bell?

Sabrina Fox, as in the redhead hot as fuck bondage and fetish model, Sabrina Fox, was chatting with me today and mentioned that she has a few pairs of latex panties that she recently wore for a photoshoot that would offer as prizes. Latex panties worn by Sabrina Fox, anyone? Oh wait until I tell W about this when she is older.

Jeff Mach commented: (THANK YOU, JEFF!) [This is one of those prizes that I would like to know if you would like to be entered to win. If you're not in the area and can't use the tickets, then they would do you no good, but if you are in that area, then it's a great prize!]

I am running a New Year’s Eve fetish event in New Jersey at the end of this year (on NYE itself). I’ll offer a ticket (that is, admission for two people, including gourmet meal and champagne)

and

I run the Wicked Winter Renaissance Faire, now entering its fourth year, every February - again, in Jersey. We’re going to three days this year, and tickets for all three days would usually be at $40; I can donate two pairs of those, as well.

I feel like George from “It’s a Wonderful Life”. Graydancer, who posted a very insightful post about the society that we live in, just twittered me (it sounds dirtier than it is) and said:

I didn’t realize you were adding prizes. Throw in an audiobook version of my novel, “Nawashi“.

Rose Fox offered a very generous and naughty prize — a very good combination for this crowd!:

I used to review DVDs for AVN, and I’m still on Vivid’s mailing list, so now I have a closet full of unopened Vivid porn DVDs. I’ve been trying to figure out how to donate them someplace and would be delighted to offer them for your cause.

There are too many to catalog, so perhaps 10 “grab bags” of ten DVD’s? I’d do my best to include a varied selection so that the winner is fairly likely to get at least a few titles that suit their tastes.

(Just a note on this: because of the laws regarding the selling of pornography, the winners would need to submit a copy of their ID to Rose in order for her to be able to send them to you.)

Beautiful Rebecca has offered:

an original piece of sensual art from the artist. It was scheduled for a gallery show next year but we would much rather have it go to your cause as it hit home. It is 3×4 metal with an object representing a uterus called, “Oikos Cella”.

Alternatively, for those who win, but don’t feel that this art is right for their home, she is an interior designer and has offered to do a consultation for a room re-do. The details are kind of extensive, so I’ll discuss it with the winner personally.

Ms. Nikki Nefarious and AlteredAperture.com) has donated prints and a rope kit:

Collette for TABU Magazine 8 x 12
Jamie in Latex 8 x 12
Girl’s Best Friend 8 x 12
Scream 8 x 10
GarGirl Bound 8 x 10
The Enforcer 8 x 10
Sarah Sealed 8 x 10
Red Hood 8 x 10

and then A Starter Rope Package (4-pack of multi-colored ropes in different lengths and hemp rope cuffs)

Lily, who calls herself Lily (the rope ho) in her comment has donated

3 x 30ft hand-dyed, processed 6mm hemp kit

Radical Vixen, who most of you know as the editor of the weekly sex blog digest, Sugasm, is a very active political advocate. She has offered two books for the raffle:

She’s on Top: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance and Male Submission
Sex and Bacon: Why I Love Things That Are Very, Very Bad For Me

Thank you, so much! I cannot tell you how moved I am by the random kindness of the community. Lochai’s the one who started the commUNITY concept, but I get it better than ever now.

I’m officially re-launching the “Catalina’s Emergency Tuition Fund Raffle” as the “The Battle Is Won, But the War is Not Over” raffle with all remaining proceeds from this point forward going to NCSF.

Here is the link to buy your virtual ticket.

Tickets are $10.00 each, you can buy as many as you’d like (if you’d like to donate $50.00, for example, I’ll enter your name 5 times). You are not obligated to buy a virtual ticket. You can also just donate to a very worthy cause at any amount.

I really will write down names and put them in a hat, and my daughter can pick the winners. At this point, she is well-aware of what is going on. We’ll choose the winners on August 17th at 10 pm. You will be notified by 10:30 pm by email. Heck, we’ll even try to find someone to film it and show it to you all :)

[Posted Originally At Thursday's Child - He sets my slut free.]

Taken with my iPhone at the moment of orgasm…for him, for her, for all three of them.

I was having the most awful day. But somehow, he knew what I needed. He sent me a message, telling me

“Your day sucks because you’ve forgotten you are a slut. Go CUM now! If you want me to take you THERE, you must obey. Free will surrendered.”

I sat there for a moment, cheeks burning, reading those words over and over, feeling the heat between my legs grow from an ember to an out of control forest fire. I squeezed my thighs together, enjoying the desire shooting through me, feeling my nipples harden into obvious points beneath the thin fabric of my shirt. His order went against everything I’d ever told myself, about separating my sex life and work persona, about never crossing that line.

I forced myself to get up, to shut off every single, coherent, logical thought in my head. To silence the little voice asking me what I was doing, telling me to sit back down in my cubicle and shut my phone off. I slipped my phone into my pocket, walked calmly to the office bathroom, and locked the door behind me.
My lust, my desire, my need, it all overflowed in one wonderful moment, and I was up against the wall, pants unbuttoned, panties pushed down, and my fingers between my wet lips, thrusting into me, fucking me. I could hear the voices of my coworkers as they passed outside the door, not five feet from where I masturbated myself. Hearing them going about their mundane office tasks turned me on even more, and I was so close, right on the edge.

Thinking about them, spending every day working with me, and yet having no idea of what a whore I could be, ohmygod, it was sofuckinghot, and I started to come, so hard that I had to bite into my lip to stop any sound, any groan or whimper from escaping and giving me away and exposing my secrets.

I stayed there for a while, leaning against the wall, trying to steady my breaths from ragged pants back to normal. I snapped a few pic to send to him, to his wife, to my husband. I wanted them all to know what I’d done for him.

Walking back to my desk, I wondered if everyone was watching me, if they could somehow tell what I had just done. I wondered if my slightly disheveled hair gave me away, or maybe they could smell my musky scent on the tips of my fingers, see the glassy look in my eyes as my body recovered from orgasm. I texted him, told him what I’d done. And he was proud of me, writing back

“Good girl. I’m very proud of you. See how sexy you are? D loves a very sexy slut. Integrating your Slut can be liberating…

Alright. Enough. Sit at your desk and think of Catalina in cumslut mode, sitting next to her as she sucks me off, right there in your office, in front of everyone. Think of the sounds, the smell, as I pump my cum down her throat. All eyes are on YOU. Your coworkers. Peers, friends, and enemies.

Kiss her, Thursday. Taste my cum on the lips of this woman, in front of everyone.”

I cannot begin to articulate how badly I want to be that for him, for both of them, and for my D…

Thursday Looks Yummier Than Ever In Her New Corset!

…at least over the phone…

So yesterday D told me that he wanted me to masturbate and come for him on his voicemail so he could listen to it whenever and wherever he wanted to.  So I waited for the golden hour when kids are either gone or napping and took Mr. Kink and my phone into my bedroom, laid down on the bed, and dialed the phone with one hand while using my Magic Wand with the other.

I laid there, trying not to come too quickly whie I went through all the “You have reached the mailbox of…”  bullshit and then finally it was my time to leave a message.  MDS told me I had to tell him what I was doing, and that I wanted him to fuck me, and all sorts of naughty things and as I was spewing out filth from my lips, I began to come.

An hour or so later, my phone rings.  I let it go to voicemail.  I’m on my union smoke break!  It rings again, okay, clearly someone is trying to get in touch, not leave a message.  It’s D, so I answer.

“Hello?”

And on the other end, all I can hear is Thursday’s little whimpers and moans as she’s obviously being fucked by D.  Mr. Kink and I sat there on the other end, sharing the phone ear-to-ear, listening as D was getting her off and then suddenly he (MDS) picked me up and threw me down on the bed, stripped off my pants (no panties) and fucked me.  So as they were fucking, so were we.

I came not once, not twice, but thrice.  (Inside joke for MDS)  I came once just being fucked and twice with his tongue, all while listening to D and Thursday doing the same on the other end.

After Shiva knows how long, we said… pant, pant, pant… love you guys, talk to you later!

Hot, no?  YES!  We officially love Thursday and D, individually and as a couple.

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Yep, this is really Thursday's Child!

So Mr. Kink and I are both looking forward to the day when Thursday’s Child, Narration by D, Catalina Loves, and Marky D. Sade are all in the same room together.  We’ve been talking for a while about it, and at some point in the near future it will happen, but until then we have email, text, Gchat, and Twitter.  Here is an email that Mr. Kink sent to Thursday.  The crazy hot thing to know about it - when I got home I had to call Thursday and she had to tell me about it herself and then tell me about how she went straight to D and told him that she had to cum…  and he helped her out with that!  Now that’s what I call love.

Oh Thursday, you’re beautiful. It warms my heart that my Catalina is an inspiration for you. I am so proud of her. I know the girl as well as the Icon. The fact that we both fell into this. I became a fetish writer, because I answered an ad. I jumped in b/c it was a job. Turns out I’m good at it, both in using it to earn money, but I’ve written under pseudonyms… I even had a naughty advice column. Catalina is a persona created by my wife as a means to flirt w/ me at work. Kaboom. Follow your bliss, and answer the door when opportunity knocks.

Yes, I will text you, assuming D is ok with it.

True love. We has it. And we move closer every day. We’re in our ninth year together, and all I want in life is in one pain in the ass redhead.  Now. I have your number. I know nothing of your life, aside from what Catalina tells me. D is a [censored - he's has a good guy job]. Yay for that. For real. I moved out to Oregon, from New Hampshire w/ my friend who went to Willamette Law School. It’s nice that he has a soul, a heart, and a great marriage. Testament to him.

On to you.
Yes.
Consider this.
You. At work. Wherever, whatever. Let’s say you’re an astronaut veterinarian tending to the space chimps. I don’t know. Fuck that. You’re not at work. You’re at the store. You’re in the canned foods aisle, your phone rings.

“Hello?”  You’re not familiar w/ the number, but you answer.
“Thursday?”
“Yes. Who’s this?”
“Hi! It’s Marky.”
“Marky! Wow, this is so unexpected! It’s nice to finally put a voice to a name.”
“Likewise. Hey, What are you doing?”
“I am standing in the grocery store deciding between basmati or jasmine rice (you’re in the rice aisle, now slut. Yeah. Rice).
“Wrong.”
“No really (a little bit off balance) I am literally standing in front of the rice.”
“Wrong. Do you know why you’re wrong?” (not in any way mean, menacing or even intimidating. Just certain.)
“Um. Ok. Why?”
“I’ll ask you again, and this time ask if you don’t know what to say, ok? ”
“Sure…?”
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t know. What am I doing?”
“You’re being a slut. You, right now, standing in front of the rice and dried beans, are getting wet. If I were there, I could bend you over and slide my cock right into your pussy without the least resistance. That’s a slut.”
no response
“Am I wrong?”
“No.”
“Are you wet?”
“You have no idea.”
“That’s because you’re a slut. Your heart is pounding. Your blood is running hot, and your pussy, your wet slutty whore pussy is dripping. All because a stranger called you a slut.”
You’re breathless. You’re maintaining composure, because you’re smart and sexy… and you are a slut. You dig this. You can’t wait to tell D.
“I am a slut.”
“I know that. Do you know that?”
“I do. I want you to fuck me so badly. I want you to make me your slut”
“I know you do. I’m going to take you there, Thursday. The filth will pour from your mouth as you open your body to me… to us. D and I will fuck you. He’ll show me what a good whore you are. And then, as a consultant, I’ll advise him how to take you to that next level. You’re his wife. You love him. You love him. I’ll take you there, and he can watch, and cum, and fuck Catalina while it happens. When I take you, it will be as a thief in the night.”

You want D and I to cover you with cum. All over. Slutty. Whorish…. there’s no spin you can put on it. You’re a cum slut. D and I will fuck you at the same time. Catalina and I will fuck you. I’ll show you, between long sweet kisses, how to give Catalina the best oral. I know how she ticks. I’ll show you how to call her a whore. Imagine that, little slut angel. Imagine Catalina sucking your cock. Imagine my fingers pulling your beautiful nipples while she takes you all in. Wearing her strap on. The one you’re about to use on……

I will cum in your mouth. Your tongue will please me in that most intimate area. And mine will do the same to you. Show me how well you know your man. Show me how you can belong to him. Show me how he belongs to you. Nothing’s hotter than topping a domme. You’ll see.

D, Show me how to make Thursday lose her mind. Catalina and I can both top you… hard and soft. We can all just fuck. We can all just chill naked and just touch.

Cum for me. As soon as you can after reading this. I don’t care if it’s in the bathroom at your parent’s house.

Do it, Your interior monologue should be “I’m a slut I’m a slut” Put that energy into it. Let it become a mantra.

Ok. I’m exhausted. 4 hours sleep. I’m just rambling.
So.
Yes.
Let’s play.
:)
Marky

I had a really neat conversation today with a friend about hot sex. We talked about how hot it is when couples who are in love make love. It’s true. I think that there is nothing hotter than sex in a committed, loving, safe relationship. Communication is really important within the bedroom of our marriage. We talk very openly, sometimes while hanging out and sometimes during sex. We share our fantasies and thoughts and as a result, we’ve been able to explore all kinds of new things. This has allowed us to really cut loose and just have hot sex.

As a sex worker, I see a lot of married men who claim that they could never share their kinky fantasies with their wives, and honestly, I feel sad for them. Is it true that they can’t talk about it or do they think that it’s true? Maybe it really would freak out their wives if they knew, but I think it would freak them out more to find out down the road that they didn’t even know the man they slept next to all those years.

I want to know all of Mr. Kink’s kinky desires because I want to fulfill them. That’s love. I’d feel awful if I found out down the road that Mr. Kink had a secret kink all those years that we didn’t have a chance to explore together. It would be a huge disappointment.

But back to hot couples sex… my conversation reminded me of a couple that I once spent time with as the in a threesome. We all had some fun together, oral sex all around, and then I watched as they fucked and they got off together. It was *magical*. They were so focused on each other, eyes connected, talking (in Spanish) about how much they loved each other. It stands out in my mind, because although they were willing to share for a while, ultimately it was all about them. I love that.

Polyamory (loving more than one person at a time) isn’t for everyone. I recognize this and I acknowledge that it can be the equivalent of playing with fire when it comes to your marriage. However, I offer the following observations about polyamory as food for thought:

Forced monogamy doesn’t work. Don’t believe me? Check Craigslist.org for your city and check out the personals. Not only are married men (primarily men) looking for a Casual Encounter, but a great number of them are looking for other married men. For example, here are a handful of headlines from today’s personals from my hometown:

• Discreet Married Guy Wants to Give Straight White Guy A Hand or BJ - 36
• MWM seeking MF for NSA fun - m4w - 51
• Happily Married… but - m4w - 25 (He goes on to say, “Happily married, years have gone on… but the connection is gone? You are not the only one in this situation…I am too.”)
• MWF seeking MWM for mutual fun - w4m - 54
• mwm iso mwm - m4m - 32

I’m not saying that everyone should just run out and have sex with whoever they want whenever they want (wouldn’t that be nice though?) but merely pointing out what is obvious to me: Monogamy isn’t a default setting in animals. Humans are animals. Therefore, I don’t think that humans are by default monogamous creatures. Originally monogamy was important to our society to protect paternal inheritance, but those days are clearly over. There is no real explanation for it aside from, “because that’s what you do when you love somebody.” But since when are love and sex synonyms?

It’s something that is so deeply ingrained in our unwritten social rules that we have learned to conform to it. Think about it, do you know *anyone* who hasn’t either cheated or been cheated on? What if we take the deception out of it? Take out the Cheating factor, which seems to me to be a leading factor in breakups. Is it possible to love a partner for life, but continue to be sexually free to explore with other partners? Will it inevitably end up with a triangle love affair? Does it somehow devalue the committed relationship? What do you think?

You wouldn’t know it to look at us. We’re pretty normal looking people, whatever that means. However, our lives are in many ways more hedonistic than the reign of Caligula… and much better than the movie. We have a wonderfully loving, amazingly deep and tender love. We spend as much together, meaningfully so, as we can. We’re a kinky version of John and Yoko, for good or ill. We are not, as Tom Paine pointed out, polyamorous, because we don’t love anyone else, or seek relationships independant of the couple dyad. Polyfuckery, maybe? Our love is a solid bond. Our lust, however, has a longer leash. What we engage in, again per Tom Paine of Polyamorously Perverse, is hotwifery (or more accurately, hot spousery.) We flirt, we engage, we tease, we test, and we do it all with the full knowledge and consent of the other. No nights are spent anywhere but together. Catalina is a pro-domme, and yet when we’re sexual you can be 95% sure that I’ll be dominant. My girl is the most angelic slut you’ll ever meet.

We know the value of love, and it’s ephemeral nature. Love must be recognized, treasured, honored, and cultivated. Each of us has a universe inside us. We’re all, at our core, divine, so how can anyone truly grow tired of another. I know, it happens all the time.

We’re adventurers. We like exploring the outer reaches of inner space, and we like playing around with sense pleasures.

We are both insiatiably curious, and totally addicted to each other. I’m her Daddy and she’s my little girl. It’s nice.

We’ve had a select few share our bed with us. Each time was amazing, and at no time was damage done. We…. really don’t fit into categories well, as we’re so fluid. I’m getting pretty new agey, and preachy. Let’s just conclude with this. I fuck my beautiful slutty wife all the time. In a million different ways. Sometimes I choke her and call her a whore, sometimes a hold her close, and grind deeply, telling her how much I love her. Sometimes we just fuck. We mix it up, keep it fresh.

“If she were here, I would tell her to suck your cock right now,” I whispered into his ear.

Masturbating together is a pretty normal thing at our house. When one of us wants to masturbate, the other usually is there for “moral support.” More often than not we either masturbate together when we are tired at night or He masturbates (at some random time of the day) and I touch him, kiss him, lick his neck, suck his nipples, tickle his ass, and whisper naughty thoughts into his ear. This time, though, he was just finishing himself off after having gotten me off three times.

“I would hold her hair back so you could see her suck you off, pushing her head down gently the way you like it. She and I would get down on our knees and take turns sucking your cock and licking your balls. Imagine our two tongues wrestling over the head of your cock, fighting for those first drops of pre-cum. You could lay us on the bed, side-by-side, finger fuck one of us while fucking the other.”

I felt his fingers from his left hand slide into my pussy, which was now wet from my little fantasy I had created.

“I would put my collar on her and spank her ass for taking my attention away from me, and then tell her to get on her tummy, holding her ass open for you and guiding your cock into her ass,” I said as I touched his ass with the tip of my left index finger and gave it a little tickle.

“She wishes she were Catalina Ramirez, that she were here right now to take your cum into her body, swallow it and take you into her soul.”

I licked him behind his ear the way I know it drives him crazy.

“I would make her please me with her tongue while you fuck her from behind…”

Apparently, that was the image that did it. He came. I love to watch my Husband come. He does it with great force and velocity. I watched as he released his energy and relaxed back into my loving best friend. I looked at him with great love, and then licked the cum off of his tummy. “Mmmmmmmm. I love your cum,” I said, and smiled sweetly.

Hello, little girl

I know you’re busy w/ the holidays, but I want you to take three times today, even in the bathroom if needed, to rub my pussy, and squeeze my tits while you think of being tied up, hogtied like a little whore, while I use you for my slut. I fuck whatever hole that pleases me, and I cane your ass bright red. Daddy knows how much of a slut you really are. Daddy will hurt you so nice, and feed you his hot cum. You’ll always drink Daddy’s cum, won’t you, Slut?

You have a Daddy. Someone to keep nothing from. You can totally be yourself here. You’re still You. You’re everything you are out there, and more. Here, with Daddy, you have the gift of servitude. You burn for it. You need me to make you be my slut. Your ego…bad girl. On your knees. Let me show you how a whore sucks cock. You’ll learn every inch of Daddy, and what makes him moan. I want you to truly ache for my cum. For my touch. You need a Daddy. You need a fixed point in your crazy world.

You need an escape.

I want to see your wet pussy, spread wide for Daddy. I want to see toys inside you. I want to see you naked. I want to see you. Daddy’s girl.

I want to hurt you. I want to take you over the edge, to complete chaos, madness, and surrender. I’ll take you apart and put you back together, better. There’s a big psychological component to D/s. Daddy knows where the tears are. Where the screams are. Where the pain is. Daddy knows what happened, you poor girl. Why you need the pain, why you need to be a slut. You’re not worthless. You’re not useless. If you were, who would want you? You’re a miracle. That’s why Daddy writes you on Christmas Eve.

You are worthy of the love you crave. Not just blind, townie “I love you cuz you love me” love…. no. You have dreams. Daddy will help you.

Now I’m going to wake Catalina by gently sliding my cock up her ass, and easing her into slutspace.

You must cum three times for me today. All three times you must force yourself to need me. Open that door you hate to open, and let the need… the need wash over you. Daddy’s cum is like communion. Take. Eat. This is my body.