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It’s legal to have sex in the park

3 September 2010

A postcard from a more enlightened world:

My friends tell me that in the Vondelpark, a delightful reserve in central Amsterdam, it is illegal to let your dog off a leash. But it’s perfectly legal to have sex in the park, so long as it is not in view of a children’s playground. The argument is that the dog may make a mess that imposes costs on the unwary walker, while the couple imposes no costs on other park users.

I wonder which of these two actions would be more likely to be outlawed in the U.S.

Freakonomics said it here.

What do you think?

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Naked in a bookshop

1 September 2010

Click me

We went to our favourite secondhand bookshop.

I usually feel comfortable in bookshops: I can spend hours meandering through the stacks. I love finding treasures; I know I’ve found one when I suddenly realise I’ve been reading a book and lost track of the time – which means it’s time to buy it!

This time we were on a different sort of treasure hunt. We were looking for the perfect spot to strip off and snap some pictures, while minimising the risk of having another patron walk in on our adventure. There was one other person on this floor, but he was in another room and engrossed in his own bibliographical adventure.

I had chosen clothes that were quick and easy to take off and put back on. Off came my little schoolgirl miniskirt and the black polo neck sweater, and then click, click, click. We’d done it!

And we bought some books too – after I got dressed again!

This was another adventure in our scavenger hunt – an idea we’ve had to inspire us to more and better dares. We have more adventures planned!

~ Wanton Wednesday ~ Half Nekkid Thursday ~

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This space is special

31 August 2010

This is how we feel about our Black Room too:

I have heavy curtains over my windows, because I want the outside world to go away when I’m here. I have large mirrors on my walls because I want to see everything, and I want you to see it too. I will not allow you to think that your desires are ugly and should be hidden. In these rooms, we will speak of them and look at them and love them.

I can play in other places, and I do. But this space is special to me. I’m proud of what I have created here. These are not just rooms. When you’re in my space, you’re inside my head. And if you’re in my space, it’s because I want to get into yours.

Mistress Matisse said it here.

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The sheer indecency of what we are doing

30 August 2010

He:

Sometimes I wish that there were no consequences,” she is saying, “sometimes I wish that each bright shining new moment could be enjoyed for what it is, without it leading to something else and something else and something else again. Sometimes I envy those old guys with Altzheimers who can’t remember what happened yesterday and don’t know what’s happening tomorrow and just live each day as it comes. Listen, does this sound weird to you?”

I try to focus on what she is saying; it is hard to drag my mind back to the conversation. She is sprawled next to me on the couch with legs akimbo, showing a disturbing amount of flesh. One boot is stretched out on the coffee table, the other is hooked up on the couch beside me. Since her dress buttons up the front I can see a good way up her stockings; far enough for it to be quite clear that they are indeed stockings. For a moment I envy the guy opposite for his less impeded view, but then her warm thigh nudges mine as she rocks it back and forth and I quickly change my mind.

“Uh huh.” is all I can manage.

She waves her hand airily, “Sometimes I wish that I could pick up some gorgeous guy without wondering if he’s a psycho, or if he will still respect me in the morning, or if I’ll ever see him again, or if he’ll make a good father to my children if I ever get around to having any. Maybe it’s just me; my insecurity, my worries, my anxieties. Maybe I always want to know too much.”

It’s early Saturday night on Karangahape Road. The Angle is sparsely populated with leftover people in everyday clothes; it’s still too early for the night people to come out and play. She looks out of place, a hothouse flower in a country garden: part goth, part strumpet and part goddess. Everyone is stealing glances at her. She doesn’t appear to notice.

“Maybe I should pick someone—someone I’m very attracted to—and just have a meaningless, anonymous affair. To try everything I’ve ever wanted to try, all those crazy dumb things you hear about and wonder what they could possibly be like.”

“Someone like you.” She reaches over and caresses the nape of my neck. My mouth is suddenly dry. I know that I should respond, but I don’t know how. It doesn’t seem to matter.

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Sunday porn update #4

29 August 2010

Like previous weeks, here’s the updates from last week for all of the Kink.com sites:

28 Aug 2010

Hogtied

WHIP OR TICKLE Jessie hates being tickled more then anything else in the world This was fun!

Little Jessie Cox in her thigh-highs and pigtails looks almost too cute to fuck with… almost.

Whip or tickle Biatches: a little game Matt Williams invented, and it is so much fun. We tickle them till they scream “WHIP ME!!”. Then we whip them till they scream louder “TICKLE ME!!”. Rinse and repeat without any breaks, then make them cum fast and hard, and start the whole thing over again.

It’s one of the most brutal attacks on the human body you can imagine. No time to breathe, you laugh, or you scream – and you are cumming, over and over. The result is usually a human body nearly passed out on the floor when you finish with them. Like we said, fun!!

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