FIRE!

This past Saturday TMAME and I attended a local rope class followed by a small rope play party that included, along with some flogging and a wicked single tail, FIRE PLAY!

Now, being somewhat of a pyromaniac, I've read Roxy's post about her experience with fire play, and I watched with fascination as the fire raced up and down a lovely lady's leg, butt and back.  When the opportunity presented itself for TMAME and I to learn and play, I quickly stripped and hopped up on the table.

Now, as Roxy mentioned in her post, there are two ways to play, bouncing the lit wand on the skin, and dragging a wet, unlit wand across the body then setting it on fire.  

Guess who's ticklish?  Yeah, that's right, ME!  So much so that when TMAME would drag the wet, unlit wand across me, I was kicking and laughing hysterically.

The bouncing effect?  REALLY FUN!  There was no pain, just a sensation of heat, and the warm caress of my lover's hand across my body.  Plus a few tickles here and there from our instructor giving lessons of where not to let the alcohol run so the bits don't catch on fire.

There is a saying in our house, for sure.

"Give me pain and I will melt into the giver.  Tickle me, and I am not responsible for any bodily injury you may sustain."

TMAME should know, I once accidentally kneed him across the face, and almost broke his nose.

Now, as I mentioned at the top, there was rope around us all day, but that, and me almost passing out while being tied, deserves it's own post.

Reflections and turning points

Well, now that we've been to NYC and "partied with the Rockstars", I've decided that I *never* want to be a rockstar.  I mean, I knew that before, but now, I *KNOW*.

I don't count followers or hit stats or track who's reading my blog.  That's not why I write.  I don't want to be on the Top 100 Sex Bloggers list.  Really.  

I don't want to be completely unknown, lord knows I love performing and being the center of attention, but I'd rather have my own little niche, where people that are important to me are the ones who give me feedback.  

I guess it comes down to that I'd rather be a good friend than a good blogger.  There are many times I fail at being a good friend, I don't want the pressure of being a bad blogger on top of that.

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So back to our trip to NYC.  TMAME and I had so much fun wandering around Manhattan both Friday and Saturday.  I kept busy during the party (read: distracted from knowing NO one in a huge crowd) by making sure Monk, TMAME, Diva and Tess were all kept hydrated and fed during the event.  I did mingle a bit with those bloggers/twitterati that I had met at the hotel, so I wasn't hiding the entire time.  Just most of the time.

My reward was being suspended by Monk after the Rope Class on Saturday, and OMG, it was amazing.  

Shortly into my suspension, I came to a very startling discovery.  I crave touching.  Both being touched and touching.  

Now, my sister is laughing as she reads this because this is NOT how I come across to people.  I usually have this "don't touch me" zone around me pretty much all the time.  I like hugs, but only from friends.  But this *touching* thing, yeah, I actually need lots of touching from my lovers/play partners.  And I need to touch them back.  

So this realization is going through my head at the same time I'm trying to be "in the moment" while Monk suspends me.  Talk about a mind trip.  

Add to that that we went to Ground Zero just hours before and it's no wonder I had to shut down for a few days and just soak up energy from those around me.  

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And this is the rope bracelet that TMAME gave me to wear at the party:

So very pretty!

Some random thoughts about our trip to NYC

It was

fun.

awesome.

disappointing.

incredibly sad.

incredibly beautiful.

life changing.

informative.

painful (both literally and emotionally)

So many emotions went through me in two very short days.  My favorite part of the whole weekend was the life changing moment, but I don't think I'm ready to share that with anyone yet.

My second favorite part was meeting Audacia Ray and discussing her recent trip to India.  

The sad part?  Walking to Ground Zero.  I visited NYC 17 years ago with my church group, and actually went to the observation deck at the top of one of the towers, and to see the huge hole left, both in the ground and in the skyline just made me want to cry.  I barely held it together for the five minutes I spent in the museum.

And then we went to Twisted Monk's rope class!  The switching between emotions was brutal.  I finally processed a bit on the plane home, and let the tears flow enough to let it out.  

I will never forget this past weekend, or the many awesome friends we've made.  

Of Anal and Fisting...

So my friend Molly recently joined the A-team.  Now, I may not have grown up Mormon, but I did grow up in an equally conservative religion where sex before marriage and being a homosexual wasn't allowed.  Neither was smoking, but that's a different story.

To survive, I made myself think that all the things we weren't allowed to do were these horrible, awful things.  I never let myself even consider doing them, they were wrong and against nature.  And even though I left/got myself kicked out back before I met TMAME, it wasn't until after our first spawn was born that I mentally freed myself from those beliefs.

When you have to re-write the rules for your entire life-structure and belief system, you may as well re-write your sexual/marriage rules. 

So anyway, back to being on the A-team.  Even after figuring out that I L.O.V.E. playing with women, the anal area was completely off limits.  Until a friend happened to mention how much she loved it, and how she now understood why the gay boys couldn't get enough.

What?  It feels good for ME?  Huh.  So now I think about it, and casually mention it to TMAME, who, to his credit, doesn't jump up and down screaming with joy.  Good man I've got there, yes he is.

So we start playing around back there.  We ordered a Felix from our good friends Freddy & Eddy.  They also hooked us up with a very nice butt plug from Tantus.  It took us over three years to progress to the point where TMAME could actually insert his cock fully in my ass.  

And he only stayed in for about 10 seconds before I exploded in orgasm.  

Then, I got a Njoy Pure.  The day I received it, I was going over to Molly's for a sex toy party, so I had TMAME insert it before I went out.  I was so turned on and wet that I made myself orgasm on the drive over.  At night.  In the rain.  Did I mention I was driving?

So where does the fisting come in?  Well, I've been a fan of vaginal fisting for many many years.  It's something the TMAME and I have done several times in the ten (TEN!) years we've been together.  

Now, I'm not sure I'm stretchy enough for anal fisting, but listening to Matisse rapture on about it, and then Monk making a tweet about it yesterday, I was reminded of how much I love vag fisting, and hey, we haven't done that it a while!  But I wanted TMAME to cum in my ass...  Which should we do tonight?

Decisions, decisions.  

When no coins are around, do both!  

So that's how I managed to cum/explode last night, with a fist in my pussy and a Njoy Pure in my ass (keeping the cum from dripping out, I might add).

Good times.

Cookies

How do you bake your cookies?  Usually I'm in jeans, t-shirt and slippers (or barefoot), but just this once I wore heels and a rope harness.  Special pictures for a special someone who was VERY appreciative!

*rigging and photo by TMAME

Hi!

Miss me?  Yeah, me too.  Real life has been absolutely crazy, and it doesn't look like it's going to get any more sane than it is right now! 

So both of my kids are in school (well, one is in preschool) and I actually have time to myself (HA!).  Of course, Monk had to go and ask for photos for his website, so I've spent all my free time this week either being photographed or taking photographs.

I highly recommend tying up cute boys and taking pictures of them!

So for this week's HNT here's one of the extra pics we did:

Oh, and we've booked both our flight and our hotel room for the Calendar Launch Party in New York!  Can.not.wait!

I'm lazy, I know...

Yeah, I only pop up around HNT, and even then it's only every other week or so.  So what!  *sticks tounge out*

So last weekend, we attended the Rope Dojo held by Midori (and DeLano) in Kansas City, MO.  It was fucking AWESOME!

I mean, I got to do this to my Main Man!

And then we got to tie ourselves up to suspend ourselves!  Yes, you read that right.  We each did our own suspensions.  That way if we fell and broke our head, it was our own damn fault.  *No one fell and broke their head, that's for sure!

We had a great time, and learned so much from Midori and DeLano, they are such awesome people, and Kelly and Michelle (their partners) were awesome as well.  It would be a challenge to find nicer people.

And thanks to the wonderful owners of the Center for Alternative Lifestyles that convinced Midori to come to Kansas City!

*maybe next post I'll tell you about the lovely lady who gave me her phone number while I was at work, we have a date tonight!*