Erotic Errands

     Today, I'm heading to San Francisco to make a few purchases.  I'm very excited because I finally found a shop that sells leather and bondage gear, "Stormy Leather".  Nothing against my favorite online shop, Extreme Restraints, but I've been craving a brick & mortar spot for the longest time.

I've always wanted to try gear on.

See myself in shit I can't afford.

Ask someone, "How does this look?"

     I'm going to buy something special: some black and silky to wear under my leather chastity belt...maybe something lacy yet masculine.  I also need a ball gag.  Under the right pressure, I can be a screamer, thus, I'll need something to sink my teeth into and muffle my cries.  Catharsis can get very loud.  My voice can get really high.  Hopefully, he straps it on too tight...just enough.
     Another item on my to-do list: make a copy to my chastity belt's key.  Only one other person has it, maybe it's time to give lust a try.  In a pretty box adorned with a bow, I'm granting him the gift of control.  I'll invest in him the power of "when".
     I love the idea of being trapped until he decides to give me freedom.  My dick does a great impersonation of The Incredible Hulk!  Filled to the brim with sexual energy, I can dwell in denial or experience pleasure vicariously.  There's a powerful feeling of relief that washes over me when the pad lock is removed.  A relief so poignant it's orgasmic in itself. 

La Petite Mort: The Little Death...The Little Afterlife

     Lately, I have been noticing something a little strange.  Approximately, every two days, I'll refer to my digital porn collection and rub a few out.  I'll spare you the details of my pornographic tastes, but I'll tell you that it's a bit extreme.  Stroking it, everything is beautiful and wondrous; but after I climax I am instantly grossed out by the acts playing on my computer screen.  My interest is evident.  These are the same films I have jumped through hoops to download and categorize.  However, there is a fifteen minute period after cumming where I'm disgusted.

Is this kind of like after eating a big meal and your favorite dish becomes repugnant?

     Whatever this phenomenon is: I don't like it.  I am considering exercising some orgasm control.  I love the peculiar curves my sexuality takes; I love the way my brain operates when it's charged.  I fear that I might exhaust that facet of my identity.  Everything I've been reading in my Tantra books supports my fear.  According to several texts, I'm wasting my seed and leaking unrecoverable vitality.

 

(Check out the Tantric classic, "Secret of the Golden Flower" translated by Thomas Cleary.)

     I look forward to exercising more ejaculate restraint.  I do plan on having sex still, a lot of it; but I'll try to walk away satisfied without spilling anything.  This could prove to be interesting.  Watching porn without cumming into a towel.  Fucking with breaks in between.  Walking around with this primed sexually charge.  I'm excited to see how far I can go.

This will result in a rash of crazy articles: you've been warned.

(Note: The photos are from my new artist-crush Erwin Olaf. He and his work is so dreamy!)

30 Day of Sex & Chastity: Is It Possible?

     I had an interesting conversation with a (hetero) couple today.  In a long term relationship, they wanted to re-ignite the spark in their relationship, so they decided to both wear chastity belts for a month.  At first, I thought that it would do the exact opposite, until they gave me the twist.  Each of the thirty days, they will try to release their sexual energies by alternate means.  I got blue balls just thinking about it.

     We talked about how the rest of the body will become more available once the sexual center has been made off limits.  Without direct stimulation on the trigger, I imagine it being fun trying to figure out new ways to blast off.  New services will have to be provided.  Secondary erogenous zones will be promoted to primary.  As fun as I imagined it becoming, I still couldn't imagine closing the deal without a money shot.

Do you guys think it's possible to make it 30 days of all sex and no orgasm?

     I give them a week before whipping the keys out.  I imagine it feeling really good to build up the sexual energy for that long before unloading it all, it sounds real messy.  More power to them, hopefully they keep me posted on the developments.  I'll be taking notes.