Clit-Orations

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I’ll admit a certain kinship with ghosts and legendary creatures — as well as those who hunt them. I have a fascination with the thin walls of this world — or more accurately, their parting. I enjoy watching where they rip, and peering past such improbable, flimsy, restraints into what lies beyond.

I love where science meets faith and they challenge one another, head on; but unlike like rams at rut, the challenge is more probing and filled with awe. It’s like sex. Like good sex.

I like questioning what’s here as well as what is, if anything, beyond; and I aspire to create or recreate such possibilities for myself.

But I am no latitudinarian when it comes to the current use of the word “Gothic” and have even less use for those who call themselves “Goth”; for the most part they’ve taken all the quest, questioning, and longing out of it.

Gothic isn’t all dark pessimism; like the architecture, the true philosophy of “Gothic” reaches for the heavens.

More than a stone skeleton of columns and flying buttresses, the arches and spires orchestrate and conspire exploration of limits, suggesting a soul, if not flesh.

Ogive arches simultaneously point to heaven yet acquiesce to the burden, directing the force & weight of the burdens of such an improbable reach. They are designed to both create the light & provide the structure. Thus the imposing structures are as uplifting as they are intimidating.

Spires, like the obelisks before them, were as much spears as prayers. Each spire a show of strength, a demand, an impotent quest… A phallus thrusting for admission, the aching alms of humanity constructed in entreaty and defiance. And wonder.

Lacking in spires leaves one emotionally, and literally, without aspirations. This is why, even when spires were lost quickly — within just a few short years crumbling & falling from their heights — they are etched in our minds. Their visual ambitions are recalled; remembered not for failure, but honored for the balls & glory to try.

When those self-described Gothic persons only see or believe in “darkness” and “gloom” without reaching, without romance, they’ve made it as base as fucking.

It is true that you must omit light to have utter darkness; but to believe it is simple to do, to ignore the battle & dismiss the conquest is folly. Where light probes dark, where dark resists & envelopes light, where one forces the other to give way and submit, this is where the beauty of possibility lies.

Simply starting from, or existing only in, darkness is to miss the the contrast, the interplay.

slivers of light, shivers of delight
despair in the dark, declare in the dark

When people forget to reach for (let alone acknowledge) the light, they miss the beauty. But I thrill at such purpose of discovery.

I find it stimulating how the unknown curls into a ball to protect itself from the parry and thrust of intellect, how beauty cannot be dissected & replicated as the sum of its parts, how seeking is as much about the love & adoration as it is the desire to know — it must be, for we know we are doomed from the start. We are either doomed to remain ignorant, doomed to our discoveries and have the magic removed, or doomed to only have more questions. We know this, and yet we continue anyway.

I arouse at the intercourse of light and dark, finger tips of one penetrating the other, in the push-comes-to-shove exploration of faith and science in the pursuit of truth… Where force may oft be best plied as a reverent whisper, and the brute force of denial may result in our own scream of anguish. And either may be the surprising key to open the door.

This is why I like power play, power exchange, BDSM, whatever you call it. It’s probing, challenging, illumination, squelching… The twisting turns of our bodies and souls. The awe.

It’s where the spill of release may be as readily achieved by a soft moan in the ear as it is by a cruel word spate in harsh tones… a feathery touch on a tender place, followed by the hard crack of leather.

Tell me you “can’t come that way” and I’ll apply my knowledge of you, leveraging your grey matter as well as your physical parts at precise points, until I have you drooling like Pavlov’s dog from your genitals — the orgasm at the end of the world, rending the fabric of your reality.

For you, the sub, it is in the darkness of subspace that you find illumination, salvation, and the desire for more; the soft grey veils part, exposing glimpses of additional mystery. For me, the Domme, a chance to regain, however slight, access to the very same. Even if only in my subs eyes and sighs…

Oh, heavens — this devious angel has long missed you.

I continue to reach.

Gothic BDSM images by Vlad Gansovsky.

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Because this trailer trash girl loves her cliterature, I’ve been reading fellow NiteFlirt Klaudia‘s Pump & Grind Newsletter. When I read the following, I asked if I could share it here with members — and Klaudia agreed:

Being a sexy librarian, I’ve done some research on the appeal of high heeled shoes — specifically, those heels which are eight inches or taller.

My knowledge base includes more than my anecdotal evidence — while rather vast in experience, it certainly isn’t in grand enough numbers to be empirical! *wink* But I have hard science to back it up…

Members can read the Cherry-Picked Post (and you can join here to get the password); otherwise, you can subscribe to the sexy librarian’s shoe fetish newsletter here.

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Get The T-shirt to remind yourself.

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At Twitter, aagblog tweets:

Confession: When BDSM bloggers refer to masters as Him I think they’re referring to God.Which is kinda weird when the post is about fisting.

I don’t think that’s weird at all; don’t you think of Me as your God (or Goddess), no matter what I have you do or do to you?

Isn’t that part of the whole thing?

Oh, don’t forget to follow Me at Twitter; you follow Me everywhere else. *wink*

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Quite often the piggies block. It used to be upsetting. But now I’m not only used to it, I’ve come to expect and predict it.

Like a candy dish on a co-worker’s desk, or cake left on the counter, they fear that every time they pass me, they’ll sneak a piece. All those pieces add up. Since they cannot control themselves (and who can blame them? they are weak piggies), they use the “block” feature to keep me hidden.

Acting like their own cock-blockers, they actually compliment me.

It’s their way of saying, “It’s not you, it’s me,” as they protect themselves from the addiction.

About 1/3 return anyway; the rest I see addicted to some other sweet at NiteFlirt — for a short time, anyway.

Only two have made their apologies or justifications before blocking. Which was rather sweet, really; but they then hit block so quickly that I could not thank them, or warn them of their folly.

Image from Daily Mail’s article on Kira Reilly.

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Hey girls, and sissies, check out Coochy Creme: The name raises eyebrows but the shaving lotion won’t raise razor bumps.

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Sure, you know how to buy us gifts — but do you know how to properly present them? Try wrapping them in this.

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Spending a lot of time in airports means I spend too much time reading magazines — even the corny, out-dated (and sometimes dangerous) Cosmopolitan, abandoned on the seat next to me during a two hour layover.

Flippin’ bored I began to flip through pages… And what should my beautiful eyes spy? An article on orgasm denial.

OK, so the folks at & interviewed by Cosmo aren’t going to come right out and say “orgasm denial” — but sure as shootin’ that’s what they are talking about in Taking Your Orgasm to a New Level, by Jennifer Benjamin.

Any Dominatrix, Domme (or Dom) worth the salt in their sweaty subs, well, sweat (and perhaps tears), knows this stuff. But for the rest of you — and for those who think that their kink of orgasm denial means they are damaged goods (or worse), will find the advice from the sexperts both illuminating and comforting.

And that, ladies & grunts, is why it’s called wisdom: wise-dom or wise-domme.

Then again, those of you who do not wish to know how the rabbit, after long delay, delightfully pops forth from the hat, skip the read and just count on us to continue to provide the magic.

All images/scans from Cosmopolitan, June 2009 issue.

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Another conversation with IC, who tries so hard to resist…

IC: Imagine if you were fucking with my head, what would happen?

Me: Delightful things, I’m sure :batting lashes:

IC: Mmmmm….

Your so good to me.

Me: See, you like me!

IC: LOL!

Ya think?

Its actually a love/hate relationship… The soul hates what your doing to me because it knows it’s all wrong but the body and mind which are weak love you because of the manipulation (It feels so good).

Me: Don’t you see? We’re so compatible; I’m soft in all the places you’re hard and you’re weak where I am strong.

IC: Ya, I guess your right.

I’m going to have to add that with my most favorite manipulative quotes you through at me.

But the scary thing about all that you say is there is truth in what you say.

Me: piggy has a book of Angel quotes? How cute. It’s like I’m your Oprah.

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