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Monday, April 03, 2006
Neoprene Gloves
NEOPRENE GLOVES You may recall how a pair of gloves made me swoon a couple months back. We did end up buying a pair of black neoprene gloves that have been languishing far too long . . . until last night when Tucker put them into action at my request. I didn't anticipate how far he'd go, teasing me with the gloves, nor did I anticipate the powerful effect they would have on me. He began without even putting the gloves on. He just held them loosely in his hands and used them to give me ghostlike caresses all over my body with their rubbery curved forms (even without live fingers inside them they look inflated -- almost "full" -- not limp or flat). He repeatedly dragged them over my breasts, he pulled them along my thighs, and he covered my mouth and nose with them. From the first reaching of the gloves towards me I was WRITHING, moaning and gasping -- the sight, the scent, the texture of them are such HUGE sexual triggers for me it boggles my mind. Then he pulled them onto his hands, giving them rubbery snaps at his wrists. I love the contrast between the black of the gloves and the flesh of his wrists and arms. He flexed and straightened his fingers menacingly -- I swooned and rolled over onto my stomach to "pretend" I was asleep but did a very unconvincing job as I couldn't help wiggling my ass as he stroked my butt and prodded my pussy and ass with his bumpy gloved fingertips. He made me get on my knees and raise my ass high in the air and then he started spanking me. GAH!!!!!! Those rubbery thick-fingered man-hands palming and hitting my ass-cheeks felt SO GOOD! He fucked me from behind for awhile, sticking a black foam-rubbered finger up my butt until I begged to get on top of him. I built up to my orgasm and came looking back and forth from one gloved hand clutching my bare hip to the other gloved hand cupping one of my creamy breasts with clinging black fingers. As most of you know, I'm not one to spend a lot of time fantasizing about gang bangs, but I do love the thought of a group of blurry-faced strong-armed men surrounding me, all wearing these black gloves, seductively stroking me everywhere, applying light pressure here and there, gently smothering and choking me, grasping and lifting and pulling, stroking their cocks with their gloved hands, teasing me mercilessly. I feel compelled here to remind people that I do not like physical pain; I enjoy the way spankings make me feel in my head much more than how they feel on my ass (even a light swat can hurt too much for me, though I do sometimes beg to be smacked harder as I did last night), I don't like to be squeezed, pinched, or bitten, but I do like an AIR of menace. I'm very particular about how someone "dominates" me and it only requires a very very light touch (and specific forms of psychological "torment") -- too much pain, too many sudden movements, and any second of me feeling like I'm not in control or can't move or am truly physically overpowered ruins the whole thing for me. For these reasons and a whole lot more, I do not like to do video shows or phone with men who identify themselves as dominant or desiring a submissive webwhore (unless there are specific mutually-interesting taboo roleplays involved). It's rarely something that I enjoy with strangers, so I really discourage people from pursuing those types of shows or conversations with me. Even if someone wanted to paint a scene like the one I described Tucker and I enjoying last night, I would probably be turned off by it. In spite of my protestations, I *have* enjoyed a few shows and phone calls with very dominant men (some guys I really liked and even others I'd refer to as complete assholes) and had gigantic orgasms during them but usually only after I let them know I totally hated it and they assured me they were intent on paying for the show or call with me anyway. Bizarre, eh? I should beg some of your pardon here, and make sure you don't fear that YOU are one of the people with whom I did something I hated; seriously, it's actually very rare and I TELL people that I don't like this stuff when they suggest it, so if I didn't tell you I hated it, I didn't, k?). Sheesh -- I hate to think I could drive off customers who like to dish out the kind of psychological humiliation I'm keen on exchanging, but I do SO want to avoid being hit up for shows involving breast bondage, clothespin torture, panty-stuffing, clamps of any kind, tying myself up with pantyhose, or demands to make any of my orifices "gape". Spanking is okay, even if someone wants me to redden my ass -- I'm fair enough that it doesn't take much to raise handprints and make my rear look beaten (except to the expert eye of a more extreme sadist). Here's another example of something I love, but don't want to ADVERTISE loving: choking/strangling. I love the feeling of an experienced grip around my neck, slowly increasing pressure. But if someone tried to seduce me by telling me how much he'd love to strangle me? I'd pretty much want to stab him in the eyeball. I don't want to hear anybody talking about touching me or other women this way unless it's someone I trust and have safely fucked many times. Even then, TALKING about it does not appeal to me unless we're speaking about it in a very matter-of-fact practical way rather than a phone sexy way. Inconsistency no. 479: I do enjoy shows and phone calls involving "choking on cock", gagging on dick, and forced face-fuck jobs. All the better if the guy wants to pretend to be a relation or in a special position of authority. On the other hand, if the guy wants twenty minutes of sound effects, that can be exhausting and even painful. I kind of hate to sully a fun personal sex confession with all of these warnings and disclaimers and complicated explanations, but it feels important to me: reminding people that power play IS complicated, sexual preferences ARE complex and unique, and one should never make assumptions or generalize when given a little bit of information about someone's enthusiasm for certain things that they'll then like those things all of the time, with all people, and want to include all of the variances associated with that sexual genre. Because of that I am in the habit of sullying pretty much EVERY potentially dangerous or controversial fantasy I describe with warnings and reality checks, and the only time I don't is because I don't always have time. Being a webwhore for me has been as much about adamently saying "NO" as it is about fervently saying, "yes". This is probably a topic for another time and a bigger space, but I've read a lot of sex workers describe this sense of empowerment that comes not from being an easy yes girl, but from being able to set the conditions under which we say "yes" and having the control and ownership to say "NO" whenever we want or need to. I think some of the fluffier pro-porn happy-whore writing (usually by people who are not sex-workers themselves) fails to acknowledge this half of the coin, the side that says "no way - I'm not doing that". But let me tell you -- I *love* that side. Being able to say "no" is the most feminist, therapeutic, fantastic word I've ever used -- I wish more women included it in their vocabularies. 
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3 Comments:
Like your stuff. Pop by for a visit, maybe you'll enjoy my stuff as much as I like yours.
Hi Trixie,
I am a random vanilla girl living on the other coast and pretty naïve about sex blogs and indie porn in general. I came to your blog linked off erosblog which I got to off another non sex site.
I’m writing to tell you I totally respect what you’re doing. I don’t get it, in a “Huh? Really? Wow….. well cool….” sort of way. And it’s because of that I wanted to post. It seems like you get a lot of judgmental BS from people like me, and I wanted to say that although I’m personally not into the porn part of what you’re doing for the reasons I think many people might be – I totally respect your right to do it, and I have gotten quite A LOT from reading your blogs. I do think the pics are well shot, you guys are sexy, Tucker’s hot (gotta say I prefer him in boy mode) and you seem to have a good life and good head on your shoulders. Your blogs have opened my eyes (as has erosblog) to a variety I was unaware of and though it’s not me, I totally appreciate it.
This post is a perfect example of what I like best about your blog and why I am a regular reader now. Yours is a real, intelligent approach to the subject of sex, which I have never come across before. It IS complex - of course it is.
So, I don’t know if this’ll make a difference to you, but I’m hoping it will –if SuperFlint can piss you off, hopefully a stranger like me can make a little part of your day brighter.
Thanks very much for taking the time to comment, "random vanilla girl". ;) Your kind feedback does indeed make an impact, a positive one, on me. A whole lot of women who read my blog are in the adult industry and/or as kinky as I am (or usually kinkiER), so it's good to hear responses from someone who's straight and not here for the porn or as a colleague/kink compatriot. I'm really glad you're enjoying the blog!
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