Fucking Virgins.

Virgins.

I have trouble with virgins. I don't 'get' them. I find it difficult to relate to people who're missing out - voluntarily or otherwise - on such a large part of the human experience. I'm not saying that virgins aren't worthwhile people, I'm just saying that they're weird.

Discovering Dominance

I have had the fortune of being a naturally born dominant. From my earliest dating days I was tying girls to chairs with my belt, blindfolding them with their stockings, and gagging them with their underwear before teasing and tormenting them until they were almost crying with need. I never considered what I did as particularly 'kinky', and it didn't fit in with what little I knew of BDSM - I didn't wear a lot of leather, nobody was masked, nobody got whipped.

I just thought I was being creative.

Move Over, Kinsey: A Billion Wicked Thoughts

Ogi Ogas's new book, A Billion Wicked Thoughts, analyzes a billion web searches from around the world in an attempt to survey the modern sexual mind. One of the goals of this work was to catalog and analyze human sexual interests in a more conclusive and definite matter than the mid 20th century's Kinsey Reports.

Sexual Game: Red Light/Green Light

Here's a fun game I like to play, often as a form of foreplay. It dates back to prior to my embracing of my nature as a dominant, and is a good example of creative sexuality.

I will send you home

I'd met her on-line, the way I've met quite a few girls over the last decade. She was an older woman, a recent divorcee, and new to BDSM. She'd read quite a bit about it but hadn't had the opportunity to indulge in her curiosities. In our initial email flirtations I'd offered to show her a bit, and she was into the idea.