So just what is hiding in these dirty sheets?
Some smutty fiction, some opinionated ranting, some random links to random stuff.
Important Things To Know:
- The Commenting Policy is as follows: I only delete/refuse to approve comments that are either A) obvious spam or B) threatening or otherwise bad news (giving away real names/addresses, etc.). Thinking I’m stupid, disagreeing with something I’ve said, correcting a misconception are all fine, though I may not be exactly excited about hearing about it. I may be slow at getting to your comment(s), but I’m a believer in free speech.
- This really should go without saying, but… This blog is seriously Not Safe For Work; Not Safe For Children; and definitely NOT Safe For Prudes, Bowdlerizers, Or Anyone Else Who Is No Fun Whatsoever.
– All of the smut is clearly labeled, both as smut and as to contents. That said, I’m going to list the sorts of things you can find here:
= 99% of what’s here is male/male smut.
= Some of those males occasionally look like females, physically (it’s SF! Just go with it!); sometimes they just wear dresses/skirts/frilly underthings.
= Anything labeled MotH involves a society where slavery and the ownership of human beings is normal and accepted. This does not mean that I personally think it’s an awesome concept that should be revived at all costs, just so we’re all clear on that point.
= There’s a fair amount of BDSM stuff, here, as well. NOTE: I am a gooey, starry-eyed idealist, and I write my BDSM like one. (Except for Finch and Herbert, but Finch and Herbert are kind of an exception unto themselves.)
= I like happy. Happy characters, happy sex, happy endings. Cf. gooey, starry-eyed idealist.
– Some of the smut here is good. Some of it…isn’t. This is a working blog; I sometimes have to put things out in what amounts to public before I figure out what’s wrong with them. Sorry.
– The opinionated ranting is opinionated. And ranty. I have opinions about the way things are and the way I think they ought to be; I share. If I say “you”, I don’t mean you personally (unless I call you out by name or by other identifying characteristics). Cool? Cool.
– …That’s about it for now.
I don’t need saccharine romantic story lines to get wet – I want to see relatable people and fucking. When I look at porn, I want to see people getting sweaty, aroused, smiling and laughing, being “imperfect”, and in realistic locations and situations, not a “fantasy hay loft where the muscular stable boy makes sweet gentle love to me while never ruffling my feathered hair.”
- via sex is not the enemy.
I’m not a huge fan of them, either — there’s a picture that crops up on Tumblr from time to time of a young man with a half-inch flat-wash paintbrush handle in his ass, and every time I see it my reaction is ‘That is NOT how you use that brush!’ — but I can understand why it happens.
When you’re young, you use the sex toys you have to hand — markers, hair brushes, paint brushes.
Sometimes you still do, later, if you’re shy, if you don’t have a credit card, if you live with people who open your mail, if you’re broke… There are dozens of reasons that someone can’t get their hands on a real dildo.
Hell, I was in my late twenties before I bought my first real toy. I ordered it online, with a card linked to a private bank account (rather than the joint account I share with my mom), and the charge/packaging was all very discreet and innocuous.
I was STILL nervous/freaked out when it arrived. I’ve owned it for years (and I’ve been thinking about getting a new one), but I can remember how it felt to order it and to get it in the mail.
I’m extremely lucky, I know this. My mother is incredibly respectful of my privacy; she doesn’t go through my mail or drawers or online statements. I could buy myself a new toy and not have to worry about her finding out about it.
Not everyone has the luxury of that kind of privacy, though. They do what they can with what they have, and more power to them.
The word “slut”, to me, has never meant “a woman who enjoys sex”.
No, for whatever reason, my definition of “slut” has always been “someone who sleeps with anything that moves and has absolutely no taste”. I have NO IDEA how I arrived at that conclusion, either.
This post brought to you by Pasithee’s declaration that she’s a slut. (By her definition, yes; by mine, no.)
“Frat buddies in bed” fromgayforit.com, via eroticoddities.
It’s about 20 minutes long, and the first half is by turns sweet/tender and creepy. The second half is just straightforward wanking, though it does feature something I’ve never seen before — a guy not-quite-fingering himself.
The first half is creepy due to the fact that guy A is jerking off to guy B, except that B happens to be asleep (theoretically). A moves the blanket, pulls down B’s undies, kisses his shoulder/neck, and touches his ass… But B is asleep, so he can’t consent to any of it, which is what strikes me as creepy.
The sweetness comes in because A moves slowly, touches him gently, and when he’s done, he covers B up again. It’s weird, and it makes me feel odd because on the one hand, non-con; on the other, he’s not hurting the guy… But it’s not healthy to excuse non-con behavior and and and…
On the other other hand, it’s freakin’ porn. It’s probably staged as all get-out, and we can assume that the participants have consented to what happens. Also, I’m probably thinking WAY too hard/much about this.
A very short video (just over one minute) of a cute boy masturbating. The cutest part to me, though, is the expression on his face when he’s getting ready to start and at the very end. He clearly feels like he’s getting away with something, and he loves it.
I don’t know about the sound, because I had to mute it, but it’s great even without aural accompaniment.
Also, I’m pretty sure that Max’s first ever wank-video is a lot like this one.
The M/M video embedded in this post at Wanking Material is forty-five minutes long. Not every one of them is hot, but a LOT of them are.
It’s also a rather unique video in that I saw the following, none of which I’d ever encountered before:
– During the requisite blowjob portion, the guy going down went too far, gagged, and had to take a moment to wipe his eyes before getting back to it.
– Fingering! One and two! Seriously, you almost NEVER see prep in anal videos.
– The bottom’s cock was dripping.
– When it was the dark-haired guy’s turn to bottom, it sounded like he asked the light-haired guy to come in his ass. (I could have misheard him. I’ll be watching this again, eventually, so I’ll check. The top didn’t, of course, because that would have been entirely too novel for a porn vid.)
Some caveats, before you run off to watch it:
– The camera-work is SERIOUSLY amature. There’s one point at which the cameraman just about turns himself inside out to avoid getting more of the lighting equipment in the shot (never mind that about a minute and a half before he didn’t notice that he’d gotten the bases of the lights…); then not too long after that there’s a dizzying shot that basically shows off the entire room.
– Some of the editing is irritating, too. The only cut that I have any real issue with is the one that occurs at about the thirty-minute mark, because it made me feel cheated.
– If you’re like me and DO NOT WANT to hear anyone except the performers, be warned that there’s at least one instance (around the 35 minute mark or so) of someone off-screen telling them what to do. (I had to mute the first 25 minutes, so I don’t know about the rest of it.)
Points Of Interest:
– No music, if you like/hate that kind of thing.
– Check out the clock on the wall above the loveseat – it’s either broken or doesn’t have a battery.
– Lube! (On the hearth.)
– Really odd/eclectic decor. Not horrible, just unusual.
An alternative to Bound Gods/the rest of Kinks-R-Us! (Not that that network is bad, mind you, it’s just that the divisions are seriously specific and tend to not involve what I’m looking for.)
Anyhow. So. Here’s Spank This, a site focused solely on M/M spanking. Awesome. Now all I need is waxyboys.com for all my M/M wax-play needs and I’ll be set.
*Wavewave* I’m still alive and still writing smut. It’s just that I’ve been posting about it elsewhere.
*pokes things* I mean, I know I’m weird, so I’m never gonna see the kind of BDSM* I’m interested in (although I did find myself interested by this clip from what I guess is a TV show — normally I’m not a fan of things with shouting in), so that’s a given. But where the heck are the wax play vids? So far I’ve found two (not counting the one above).
They were both F/F, which isn’t a big deal. For my purposes, I’d like to find some M/M, but it’s not vital to life as we know it. Anyhow, about the clips I’ve found to date: the first one was better than the second, mostly because I could buy the idea that the women were enjoying themselves. Also, the Pourer moved the pouree’s hair, before she started pouring the wax out, AND she had the pouree blow out the candle (it struck me as kind of a cute/neat/nice/interesting thing to do — just another tiny way to bring the other person into the scene, particularly since her hands were bound over her head).
In the second one, not only was the pouree’s hair all flopping around loose, but the pourer did NOT extinguish the flame. I seriously expected the pouree to either be set on fire or to be wearing a hat after an abrupt cut to some other part of her body. If I’d been at all invested in the scene, I’d have been thrown right out, thanks to that egregious safety violation.
(I wasn’t into the scene in the first place because the pourer had a lovely accent, which caused her to prounounce the word ‘nipples’ as ‘neeples’. Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal, except that A) ‘nipples’ is a funny word anyhow and B) my brother has this weird thing he says in a horrible travesty of a Russian accent that involves the word ‘neeples’. So I was busy thinking about my brother instead of what was supposed to be a hot-n-sexy BDSM scenario with wax and… Yeah. Not so much.)
* I know I’m probably the only one, but… Why must all BDSM filmed for mass consumption involve shouting? Maybe I’m looking at the wrong stuff, but that’s all I’ve found, so far. Don’t people know it’s the quiet ones you must beware of?