Current mood:

grateful

A Pride of Perverts
We did the wonderful NYC Sex Bloggers' Reading at Galapagos in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. The idea for the reading arose when Audacia and I were walking to the subway from Viviane's initial Sex Blogger's party - we both thought it would be a great thing to do. Then Audacia found the space, I wrote the blurb and press releases that went out, she connected with Desiree and I got Manic Panic to donate goodie bags, filled with "Madame XXX" nail polish, Tony Comstock porn videos and condoms. The readings rocked. I particularly loved the tales recounted by Charlie Bucket, Lex, Chelsea Girl and Jane, who Audacia had brought in from Houston as an extra treat. I wanted more time with Audacia's rooftop orgy, I wanted to savor it, and it went by too fast. Urban Gypsy read of sub love. I read an excerpt from my blog entry "Last Call at the Bar."

Critical analysis emerged from sex industry insiders Cherry Bomb - always so smart and sexy, and Tony Comstock, who provided a serious treatise on public perceptions of porn. Desiree Burch was an essential ingredient, with her ebulience and panashe. Viviane was the behind-the-scenes Mistress of Ceremonies, stuffing goodie bags with me way before anyone else arrived. My friend NakedGuyNYC did a splendid job with the background images, based on our photoshoot, his amazing photos of being naked in the subway, and his blog backdrops for each reader. All these people are so great. Check out The Perverts' Saloon for accounts of the evening.

Martin spent the night with me on Sunday, the day before the reading. We watched some porn videos, and he brought a bag of butt plugs and other toys. He had me slide different sized butt plugs into his ass, until he was ready for my dildo, which I lubed up and fucked him with. His ass opened up for me. I had four fingers in him, almost fist-fucking his ass. When he couldn't take it anymore, he turned over and got on top of me. He held my legs wide apart, holding my feet and fucking my cunt with his nice, hard dick. He called me his "good girl," fucking me, then making me come with his dirty talk and nice tongue.

I received an email from a friend who said, "I have incest fantasies, too. We should get together and talk about all this." Wow, I thought. Via email? I emailed him back and said it would be best discussed in person. The subject's too intense and personal for a virtual discussion, I thought. But I'm going to write about what went on in my head.