“Clark,” she said again, her voice thick with desire, her lips trembling. “Make love to me.”


“Fuck,” he cursed softly. “Mariah, that's more than I could have dreamed for this visit.” He licked first one trail of tears and then the other, planting kisses along the way. His tender touch awoke a smoldering burn that flooded her veins. Goosebumps roused her skin like wildfire, and her fingers wove into strands of his hair to cling on for dear life.

Cradling her face, he bent close to lock lips for a heart-searing breath-stealing tango of tongues. Laving, suckling, tasting. A rising tide built low in her belly, a delicious pressure that ached for erection and friction.

As if sensing her need, he lifted her pencil skirt and cradled her bottom easily. Thighs free, she wrapped her legs around him and ground against his length. Moaning into his mouth, her nipples hardened to the reverberation of his answering growl rumbling from his chest to hers.

Suddenly sandwiched between a hard surface and him, Mariah arched into him, relishing the lack of space between them. Cursing, he broke the kiss. Breathless, he leaned his forehead against hers. “Mariah, I'm trying. To be gentle. To savor you. If you keep rubbing up against me, I'm not going to last.”

The above excerpt is from Purr Scent IV: The Mastered, when one of the female protagonists reunites with the male protagonist.

Purr Scent IV: The Mastered is the fifth book in the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio series, which covers the emerging relationship between a bisexual female submissive, a lesbian dominatrix and an alpha male dominant.

Although Purr Scent 0: The Moment kicks off the series, Purr Scent I: The Meeting is now available as a complimentary read at most retail sites.

Stacy sorted through a basket of bracelets to fish out a red one for her to wear. It was only then that Mariah realized that the bracelets Stacy wore were not part of her schoolgirl uniform. “These are color-coded,” she explained, “so you'll stay out of trouble, especially if you've come alone and uncollared.” At Mariah's look of confusion, she mentioned, “That is, single and not anyone's. Here, wear this red one—that'll keep people away. Red, by the way, is the club safeword. You know what a safeword is?”

Mariah nodded, looking at the new bracelet on her wrist.

“Good,” Stacy said and led her past another set of double doors, one which led to a great common room that was dimly lit. Soft sultry music played in the background. Walls were framed with erotic photography, manacles, whips and chains. Plush low curving sofas, cushions and bean bags provided seating areas for couples, threesomes and more. Although some people were dressed in business casual, most were dressed in provocative attire. Then there were also the few who were naked with collars and cuffs. The scene looked surreal, the play of light in the room as if from a painting out of the Baroque era.

Further away was a stage where a topless man in leather pants was using a feather to tease the bare legs of a zebra print, bikini-clad woman blindfolded and bound to a gigantic X. The woman's mouth was formed into an O as she whimpered and gasped at the tickling sensations, her hands fisted occasionally in futile attempts to thwart off the feather. The sound and the erotic sight sent a tight heat mounting in Mariah's core.

​“Beautiful, isn't it?” Stacy asked, gazing at her. “That's a St. Andrew's cross.”

The above excerpt is from Purr Scent III: The Mistress, when the female protagonist visits her first BDSM club -- solo.

Purr Scent III: The Mistress is the fourth book in the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio series.

Although Purr Scent 0: The Moment kicks off the series, Purr Scent I: The Meeting is now available as a complimentary read at most retail sites.

Kinky Love Notes
Erotic Poetry for Dominants and Submissives
Written and published by Kayla Lords
Release Date: April 14, 2016
Ebook price: $2.99
Paperback price: $6.99
Genre: Love and erotic poetry, BDSM, Dominance and submission

About Kinky Love Notes

Pictures are often painted with words. Lust, love, desire, and kink are no exception. Instead of lines and lines of prose to express need and want, Kayla Lords uses simple poetry. Within these pages, you'll find haikus, couplets, and free verse with one thing in common: notes of the sensuous pleasure, kinky fun, and power exchange found between a Dominant and a submissive.

Review by Jacintha Topaz

This is a sizzling HOT book in a new-to-me genre I've never had the pleasure until now to review. Boy, am I glad I got to review it! 

Lords' work first bleeped on my screen with Madame Gretchen. Since then, I've been hooked enough to expand my genre reading habits to include ... well, to my pleasant surprise, erotic poetry.

Onto the good stuff -- btw, it's ALL good. The cover image already hit some buttons. By the time I got to the dedication page, I was totally SUCKED IN. Who wouldn't be? When Lords write "I love you, Daddy" and Daddy responds in bold text: 

I love you, too, babygirl.
Now show me what's mine.

The book is split into four sections: Self Pleasure, Mutual Pleasure, Rough Love, Dominant and Submissive. Every section has its own teaser image. The first image to hit off Self Pleasure is a thick-thighed woman in high heels. Nice to see alternative models -- perfect for BBW fans. The next image, once again fitfully paired for the section, kicks off Mutual Pleasure by featuring a couple in positions that scream hierarchy, top/bottom. For the Rough Love section is the flogger behind a man's back. The hottest image, hands down (for me), is the last image that accompanies the Dominant and Submissive section. You'll have to get the book to see it. :-)

If each picture is worth more than a thousand words, then I'd be happy to report that the words that Lords strings so skillfully broadcasts even more. Yes, if you look at this "little" book and only size it up based on the word count, then you're missing the point. This book is jam-PACKED with goodies, intimate notes that you'd WANT to share with yours. 

Overall, a highly recommended read. Five FAN-tastic Stars!!!

Excerpt from Kinky Love Notes

The Things You Do To Me

Waiting patiently
For you. Hot and wet, dripping.
Anticipating.

You make me feel things
In every nerve ending.
Don't stop. Give me more.

You belong to me.
The taste of you imprinted
On my tongue always.


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“Is your roommate dead?”

“I wish!” Meanie scoffed. “But that’s the polite answer.”

As Meanie stalked toward her, Taylor couldn’t help but step back slightly.

“If you’re so scared, Red, then tell me why you’re still here.”

Red?

Taylor swallowed. As Meanie advanced, Taylor’s back bumped into one of the bedposts.

“Why aren’t you running?” Meanie asked, a breath away that Taylor finally saw that the woman did indeed have more piercings—a barbell on the tongue!

Don’t look, she silently chanted to herself. Trying not to think of something made her think of it anyway—the first time she kissed someone.

“What was that thought?” Meanie asked.

Taylor gulped. “Nothing.”

“You don’t lie very well.” Meanie smiled. “Lighten up. Put your bag down. Take off your coat. It’s warm in here.”

Too warm.

Meanie beamed, then turned and left the room.

“Wh-Where are you going?” Taylor asked, oddly disappointed and relieved at the same time. The peculiar feeling was unsettling, made her almost lightheaded. Perhaps she needed to eat something, since the last thing she ate was a sandwich about six hours ago.

​“Lighten up, Camel,” Meanie called, “and find out at the couch.”

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He abandoned the aloe and dove in with his fingers. Her channel was so slick, it swallowed him to the knuckles. “You're so tight, so wet. I want my cock in you.”


With each thrust of his fingers, he learned her. His cock swelled to ginormous proportions, tenting his slacks. Ignoring his need, he continued to plunge into her wet folds and swirl his thumb over her clit on occasion. He listened for the peak of her bliss, watched the rise and fall of her upper back, relished the increased frenzy of her breathing, lusted after the slight tension flitting across her face, devoured the flush of her body, and felt for the imminent tremble of her sex. She was close. So close.

He withdrew, a quirk shaping his lips.

A muffled cry of agitation rent the air before being replaced by the rise and fall of her heavy breathing.

She tried to squeeze her legs together, but he kept them apart.

​“Uh-uh-uh,” he warned. “If you try to get yourself off, your remaining infraction doubles.”

She stilled her body, no doubt clenching her teeth from the looks of her bulging jaw.


He smirked, a finger grazing lazily over her labia. “I heard a disgruntled grunt before. Is that how you thank me for pleasuring you?”

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“Hmm. Sounds like you like entertaining book girlfriends,” Monica said, “but you don’t have one at the moment, do you?”

Monica’s heart hammered as the seconds ticked by.

Slowly Kaylee met her gaze, lips thinned. “That’s a rather personal question.”

“All of my questions have related to personal assistance in some way, shape or form,” Monica said.

“Yes, but I don’t see where all this is going, and I don’t think these questions are related to the job description I read online.”

“Nonsense.” Monica stood up from her chair and approached Kaylee. “I asked you about fun and you hardly had or have any. I needed to delve deeper and find out what you enjoy. Working with childhood cancer patients is very taxing on the nerves. You need to be able to flip the relaxation switch, at will.”

Kaylee’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“What position did you say I was interviewing for now?” she asked slowly.

Wrong answer.

“At this point, you don’t get to ask the questions.” Monica eased one buttock onto the desk, overlooking Kaylee in her chair. “You only get to answer them.”

Kaylee stiffened.

Good.

The girl was catching on.

​“So back to the question—are you in an intimate sexual relationship with anyone?”

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Kaylee tightened the grip on her briefcase as she approached the tall medical office building. She was here, fifteen minutes early. After taking a long deep breath, she entered through the double doors into a large lobby and instantly felt small.

Small town girl in a big city. Who the heck had she thought she was to leave that life and trade it for this one?

Oh, yeah, because she couldn’t have pursued what she wanted—in work AND in her personal life—as if she had any of either lately.

“May I help you?” asked a security guard behind the massive desk.

“I’m looking for Dr. Monica Halverson’s office?”

Drat. Quit sounding like a tourist.

But she was a tourist. Kind of. She didn’t belong here. Yet. But she’d make this city her home, her new sanctuary.

“Fifth floor,” the security guard said after checking the digitized screen before him. “Room 502.”

“Thank you.” Kaylee smiled stiffly at the guard and proceeded to the elevators. The thing about medical buildings in the city was that no matter how large, there always seemed to be only two cars that took forever to get there. At this rate, she would only be ten minutes early.

When the car doors opened, Kaylee stepped inside and pressed the key for the fifth floor. Right before the doors shut, an attractive woman (almost thirty?) in a Speedo top and sweatpants entered. She had a strip of spiky brown hair, kind of like a short mohawk, that was dyed blond at the tips. The rest of her hair, which was the same length as the spikes, hung naturally with that soft butch look.

Was she a dyke?

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“Wow, you look sexy!” Geneva raved via video chat Saturday morning after brunch. “You should keep your hair black like that, Mer! Nice Cleopatra bob you got there. If I didn't know better, I'd take you to be a Wiccan priestess. With a touch of black lipstick, you'd pass for a Goth too.” 

Vampires and witches? Nah. She never got into the paranormal stuff. “A little early for Halloween, don't you think?” Mariah raised an eyebrow, eying the June sunshine in Geneva's backdrop in Seattle. She remembered staying at Geneva's for about a week after her condo sold. The light streaming through the patio doors reminded her of the secret garden she frequented past those double doors, the little patch of earth she left almost a year ago.

“Where's your sense of humor?” Geneva giggled, then lifted her mug to toast Mariah and said, “Congrats on getting an interview by the way. Sorry I didn't have much time to talk last night. Friday evenings are usually reserved for Frank. How did it go anyway?” Geneva then sipped her favorite: chai tea. Mariah could almost smell it through the monitor.

Slightly envious and desiring a comfy beverage of her own, Mariah picked up her laptop and moved it to the kitchen to make a drink for herself: hot chocolate. Wished she had thought of using her lightweight iPad to Skype instead. Filling a pot with milk, she fired up the stove and then frowned. “She got into my business, didn't trust the little I had on my résumé and dismissed me.”

“Girl, I could have put you in touch with people in my industry for any admin job you needed,” Geneva said.

“But that's the point of my job search process! I need to keep a low profile and drawing on any contacts of yours or mine from the past will make me too easy to trace.” Mariah grimaced at the thought of Clark on her trail. Scooping a heavy measure of cocoa into a mug, her mind instantly switched to relishing the aroma from the tin can.

Geneva sighed. “Yes, I know. You actually have good reason to continue doing so.”

Mariah's ears perked and her stomach dropped. Dread tingled up her spine. “What do you mean?”

“Your Dom came looking for you,” Geneva said.

“What?” Mariah exclaimed, dropping the scoop mid-measure. How did Geneva know about Clark? Did Clark really hunt Geneva down to ask about her? And what was all this stuff about her Dom? She stayed quiet, pointedly ignoring Geneva's reference. She was so not going there.

“He came to my office and I told him that you'll contact him when you're ready.”

Mariah groaned. “Good god, I'm sorry about that, G.” Recalling how Clark took up her office space as if he owned it and had his way with her, an involuntary shudder of both pleasure and anxiety moved through her. “He can be very, for lack of a better word, domineering.”

Geneva giggled. “Yeah, Dom. Domineering. Get it?”

Mariah rolled her eyes and pushed the thought of him out of her mind. She had just recovered—mostly—from losing her mother not long ago and had little reserves left now to deal with the Clark issue. She was ready to talk about the interview, though. 

“Anyway,” Mariah said, thinking of the appointment she had with Britta, “I tried to save my interview by proposing several ideas I thought would be helpful for diversifying and strengthening the company—based upon the news I found on them for the past six months.”

“That's way above and beyond an admin, isn't it?” Geneva asked. “You sure that won't pique your prospective employer into poking into your past life?”

Mariah sighed, thinking of Britta's shrewd gaze. Nothing slipped past that woman. Plus, the business world was small—even smaller for successful businesswomen. Applying for the admin job was the best thing to do for her to keep a low profile and Akerman Enterprises was the perfect place to be … if she got the job.

Purr Scent III: The Mistress
Submissive Awakening

Trying to figure out her penchant for pain and pleasure, a new and disguised Mariah Olsen caves in to exploring her thresholds for submission at the hands of a well-trained Dominatrix, Mistress V. Their scene does not last for long before an unexpected Dominant drops by not once but twice. 

Clark Mannings, on the cold trail of the submissive woman he desires as a mate, visits an old friend to relieve the ache. Instead, he gets a rude awakening that throws him back to that one fateful afternoon in Seattle months ago. 

Britt Akerman, irritated from filling the last open position in her company, goes to a BDSM club to relieve an itch. Only, the itch finds her and the fun—and punishment—begins. 

Purr Scent III: The Mistress is a 21,000-word Purr Billionaire M/F/F (MFF or Male-female-female) BDSM Erotic Romance written by Purr Erotica Romance author Jacintha Topaz. This erotic read takes place mostly in a BDSM club and has bondage, riding crops, and F/F action (kissing, butt plug, strap-on). Although the three protagonists meet in this story and the girl-on-girl action heats up for the female leads, the three will meet for their first M/F/F menage in Part IV: The Mastered.

The book contains mature content that is only suitable for 18 and over.

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Britt glanced at the time on her computer screen. Five fifty-five. Only five more minutes until she'd call it quits. She already stayed nearly an hour past her clock-off time. Manhattan was too much fun for a young lady like her to be in the office past six o'clock.

She regarded the spreadsheet before her and checked the calculations again. Everything matched, every cent.

Still 5:55. What a long minute. She wasn't into numbers, numerology or some other hocus-pocus like that, but she couldn't help noticing three fives in a row. Numbers—what a cosmic joke to be working in the finance department. Well, she did like practical stuff, so yeah, in a way, this job was a good thing. However, finance was tedious and time-consuming. If Zack—correction, Mr. Humboldt—hadn't given her a shitload of work to do before tomorrow's meeting, she would have been home by now.

Actually, she could have been home by now. After all, she was the daughter of Nikolaus Akerman, founder and CEO of Akerman Enterprises, and Mr. Humboldt was only one of the CFOs in the company. She didn't need to stay, but she had also refused preferential treatment after graduating Cornell with her MBA two years ago. No one could say that she had the silver platter offered to her. She had worked her butt off from a lowly entry admin position in sales to be where she was today—in the executive offices.

She sighed and checked some more numbers before saving her work. A slight movement caught the corner of her eye. Shifting her gaze beyond the monitor, she noticed Mr. Humboldt himself. His salt-and-pepper hair framed shrewd dark gray eyes. Although his black pin-striped suit seemed harmlessly sterile, something in his demeanor prompted her to be on guard.

She faked not seeing him but decided she had enough for today—a couple minutes shy of six o'clock be damned. Switching off her computer, she bent low to open the drawer for her belongings. As she stuffed her phone in her purse and straightened in her seat, Mr. Humboldt had advanced to her desk.

She didn't need to feign shock at the invasion of personal space. He was too close for comfort. Recovering quickly, she forced a polite smile and said, as she stood up to leave, “Have a good evening, Mr. Humboldt.”

“Ms. Akerman.” He nodded to acknowledge her greeting, a thin smile failing to reach his eyes. “Are the documents ready for the meeting tomorrow?”

“Yes, they are,” she said, trying not to breathe the overwhelming cologne. It smelled awful, especially on a guy at least twice the age of the targeted market. Apparently, he felt immune to the company's scent-free environment policy. “I double-checked everything, Mr. Humboldt.”

“Will you print them out?” he asked, his voice low. “I'd like to check over dinner.”

She stifled a groan. Really? Did he expect her to turn on her computer again when he had access to the very same documents on his? “The documents are on the server, Mr. Humboldt.”

“Yes, I understand. My computer froze, and I need your help.” His jaw tightened, eyes darker and nostrils partially flared.

Damn. Was he turned on by this weak ploy of his to get her to stay that much longer? That power-tripping son of a bitch. He was in no way sincere.

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Part of a five-part serial, Purr Scent III: The Mistress will be published in August 2014. Stay tuned!

Want to find out more about who captivated my interest enough for me to write a planned five-part story?

Who is strong enough to bring together a Dom and a Domme in the same room?

Meet her (and her Dominants) at the Smutters UK website for their May 27 feature. Yes, you'll hear from them, but you'll also hear from yours truly. :-)

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Yours truly!

Find out even more about what makes me tick as a writer! 

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Aren't they beautiful? 

Hope you also enjoy my interview with Jolynn! 
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Z is for Zipline. Or Zipper Line. 

A zipline is created by using clothespins and twine.  

The KISS method of creating a zipline:
1. Line the twine along the skin. 
2. Secure the twine to your skin with clothespins a few inches apart.
3. When you pull the string, all the clothespins come off.
4. After usage, you'll have to wind up the twine and collect the clothespins.

The Loop method of creating a zipline:
1. You poke the twine through the metal hole of a clothespin and then loop it through the pinching side. (See below)
2. Repeat the process with other clothespins for every few inches of twine.
3. Viola! You'll have a ready-made zipline that is easy to attach to your skin every time. 
4. After usage, you can easily wind this up--twine-looped clothespins and all.

Where to apply the zipline:
Nipples, tongue, clit, cock, balls, you name it. Be creative. Twenty minutes for erotic fun. When the zipline goes off, the blood rushes to the places pinched. So keep the pinching time short and sweet.

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Y is for Yes.

Yes, Sir.

Yes, Ma'am.

Yes, Master.

Yes, Mistress.

Yes, My Lord.

Yes, My Lady.

Yes means Yes.

X is for X-Rated. 

I almost put X is for XXX for this post! :-)

Well, if pictures speak louder than words, then enough has been said. :-)

W is for Wax.

Wax is another kind of sensation play in BDSM. Wax can be hot or warm. Because people have varying degrees of heat tolerance on different areas of their body, one of the safest ways to start wax play is by experimenting with yourself first.

Body Prep
You can prepare your body for wax play by dousing yourself with lotion or mineral oil to make wax removal easier after play. Mineral oil can be particularly helpful for those who have more body hair. If you can, it would do to shave or make your body feel smoother so that the removal of wax after play is less painful. 

Space Prep
You can also prepare the space by protecting your furnishings by coating with a layer of plastic and creating a non-slip environment for the floor.

Wax Prep
Paraffin wax is a common starter wax. Some dilute it with mineral oil to soften it further and allow its melting point to drop. Stearine hardens the wax and increases the melting point, meaning that it melts at a higher temperature.

Temps
Other ways to vary the temperature involve how close the flame is to your skin. The further away the wax is from your body, the cooler it becomes when it actually makes contact with your skin. The opposite is true when the candle is closer to your body. You may want to start off further so you can take notes about your own heat tolerance. Another great area to test temperatures is the inside of your forearm. If in doubt, that area will definitely tell you whether the temperature is too hot or too cold. Better erring to the cold side when first beginning by being careful in not burning yourself!

Other
Other safety precautions include scents. Some people may be allergic to scented candles or even the paraffin itself! Know as much as you can before you play!

V is for Violet. 

Violet wands are used in BDSM for sensation play using electricity. Electrodes are attached to the wand base to carry out the charges. The sparks that come from the wand can range from low intensity to high voltage and high frequency. 

There are three ways to apply the violet wand in a BDSM session:
1. directly
2. indirectly
3. reverse

Direct Application
The safest way to explore wand usage is to first apply it on yourself. You may feel anything from tingles to vibrations to shocks. Some areas of the body are more sensitive than others. Take note on your body and adjust accordingly for your partner.

Indirect Application
Indirect application is when you apply the wand to yourself and then abruptly touch someone else to discharge the charge. In other words, our bodies are able to conduct the current. When you indirectly apply the charge through your hand, you will feel a spark at your fingertips. Another way to apply indirect currents is through metallic surfaces.

Reverse Application
In reverse application, you attach the accessory to the person receiving the charge instead of attaching a body contact accessory to the violet wand. 

U is for Union. I can't help but think about the U.S. being a "more perfect union." Then again, to keep this post off the X-rated charts, I thought that I could bypass the union that occurs in coitus and skip right to the union of partnership. 

A collaring ceremony is a big thing in the BDSM community, especially when celebrated among fellow practitioners. The message is obvious that the Dominant has claimed ownership of the Submissive and the Submissive has also entered the commitment of belonging to the Dominant. 

While commitments are negotiable, a collaring ceremony speaks volumes. One may equate such ceremonies to weddings and some even say that these ceremonies are deeper than just marriage. 

During a collaring ceremony, the Dominant collars the Submissive and locks the collar around the Submissive's neck. The Dominant is the only one who has the key to unlock the collar from the Submissive's neck. At the right is such a collar that can be used in the private BDSM community. A different kind of collar can look like a necklace to the public vanilla world. 

T is for Tickle.

Tickle torture is a technique used in BDSM sensation play and can be used with consent or forced with prior consent. The "victim" cannot help but laugh and get hot from the extra circulation that laughing entails.

Besides using your fingers to tickle someone, you can also use feathers, Wartenberg wheels, and anything else you can think of.

Some obviously sensitive places to test for ticklish areas are the feet, the inner thighs, and the underarms.

I was undecided about the photos to include in this post. The one at the right looked so innocent compared to the oh-so-naughty one below with someone strapped to a table. ;-)

S is for Safeword. I've seen this word spelled both ways--as one word and as two words. For the purpose of this post, I've chosen to use the former.

Safewords are the epitome of BDSM's principles of play being safe, sane and consensual. 

A person's safeword can be very personal and can say a lot about the person. However, there is one universal safeword that stands out: red.

Red is for stop.
Yellow is for caution.
Green is for go.

Red, yellow, and green make up the colors for a stoplight in the U.S. I'm told that stoplights range in color in other parts of the world. You can verify this in your comments, of course. :-)

R is for Rope.

The Japanese rope masters have elevated the rope to an art form. 

In BDSM, two types of rope art are used overall.
One form is devoted to the art.
The other form is devoted to bondage.

Even better is the balance of both--how to weave both art and bondage around the same human form. The pursuit of perfecting that balance can be quite addictive.

It takes a lot of trust for a Master to earn from a Submissive for the Submissive to agree to be bound by rope. However, once the trust has been established, the experience can be quite intense.

Symmetrical roping can occur for net bondage, breast bondage and -- get this! -- chastity belts.

Asymmetrical roping can occur when a Dominant wants one side of the body to be bound while the other side stays free. For example, an arm can be tied to a leg or a shin can be secured to one's thigh. 

If you're only beginning to use rope, besides a safe word or a sign to stop the scene, always note these precautions:

• Ensure proper circulation. Cold, numbness, tingling are bad signs of poor or limited circulation.
• NEVER keep a bound person alone.
• NEVER put rope around the neck.
• Make bonds quick and easy to cut loose.

Q is for Queer. 

Am I the only one that thought Rainbow Brite spoke for more than the girls? Yes, can you imagine--do you remember? I can't even believe that there are Youtube videos for this gal. Didn't the internet come after the original run?

Anyway, I digress...

What does queer mean anyway these days?

I hear that the latest definition of the Q in LGBTQ is that it stands for "queer and questioning." Still doesn't answer what queer means, does it?

According to dictionary.com, queer means: strange or odd from a conventional viewpoint; unusually different; singular.

I suppose queer perfectly described BDSM until Fifty Shades of Grey busted it out into a more palatable format for mainstream readers. However, the BDSM lifestyle is such a full spectrum that parts of the lifestyle can still appear quite "queer" to people. 

I'm going to keep this post on topic... Therefore, I'm not even going to begin with gender-queer, queer as folk, queer as a reclaiming or any other queer topic. The rainbow flag says it all -- full spectrum of sunlight, life force, the giver of all life on the planet (besides water). 

P is for Pervertible. 

You don't have to go out or go online and buy anything to have a little kink on the side. Just go to the kitchen and start with a wooden spatula (pictured below) and you're already partly there!

A wooden spatula makes a nice paddle. Try all kinds of spatulas--ones with holes, ones with slots, ones that are solid. 

A pervertible is great because none of your guests or neighbors would ever suspect your activity in the bedroom. :-)

Just make sure you have a separate stash for those that have already done its deed for sanitizing later...

Other pervertibles in the kitchen:

• Cheese graters
• Pickle pinchers
• Wooden spoons
• Rice paddles

Everything else is left to your own imagination. :-)