dirty wine cups...

I'm pilfering the drinking vessels over at DGS's Vegetarian course. You should stop in, but you'll have to steal your own. My purse is full...

XOXO

Sommer

I won't be ignored, Dan..

So I had a bit of a psychotic moment this morning. Or so it felt. Felt a bit like Glenn here in Fatal Attraction when all was said and done. Hypothetically speaking, of course. I sometimes (not so nicely) describe myself as slightly stupid and mildy insane. I'm neither. I'm actually rather smart and pretty well grounded. But what I am is super sensitive. Always have been. Always will be. It is my most annoying character trait (in my humble opinion) and the part of myself I like the least. So, after having a mild nervous breakdown this morning after what basically boiled down to a clerical error made by a friend...I have been judged.

By the man.

See, he has to deal with me (in real life) when this happens. He is here when all the little pieces come raining down like confetti in a parade from Hell. He is very wise, this man. He says: You are spreading yourself too thin. Parts of you are see through. You need to just...turn it off.

Turn it off means the obsessing and worrying and self criticism I am so very, very good at. It is my best skill lately! Which sucks.

I am being whisked away to the big brown sofa for a few days. Not necessarily for "the sex porn" (anyone see that D.C. episode of No Reservations?) but for some down time. Veg out, TV, snacks, cuddling, kissing, laughing, doing fucking nothing time. So the see through parts of me can become opaque again.

If you get hungry while I'm gone, grab some grub. The feast is still going strong:


Saturday, January 31—Vegetarian EntréeHost: Donna George Storey
Monday, February 2—SaladHost: Emerald
Tuesday, February 3—DessertHost: Sommer Marsden
Wednesday, February 4—Petit Fours and TrufflesHost: Nikki Magennis


XOXO
Sommer
p.s. in the mood for some meat? (Not rabbit) Go to Aphrodite's Table. The food's great, there's a huge mound of nekkid people and KM's got the grill going. Sorry. I drank the wine...it was a rough morning, did I mention?

Romance Vs. Erotica

I got a very nice note from a gentleman at Abe Books today. Abe Books has been in my sidebar forever. We have bought tons of used and hard to find books from them. Anyway, here is my little note...

Hey Sommer,
I just happened across your blog this morning and figured you would enjoy this newsletter we are sending out today, topic is love vs erotica in literature ...

I have to admit it was cool to get that note. I did not know that Abe knew I was alive. Okay, so it was not "Abe" but you know what I mean. The piece is really fun and interesting and there are lots of sexy tidbits for you to sample. And check out some of the cool pinup book covers! My order finger is itching...

XOXO
Sommer

Dominant With A Capital "Kneel!"...

Curious?


XOXO
Sommer

p.s. As for the sensual feast, something's fishy over at Neve's. And by fishy, I mean sexy. Talk about a ham-handed segue. Ha! Get it? Ham-handed. Food? Oh nevermind...*grumble*...

Hump Day Heresy-And, chuckling, they knuckle the keys...

heresy: (her-i-se) n., pl. -sies: (2)Dissent from accepted or dominant opinion, doctrine or theory...

And now from the land of the sofa, where I am a bit fragile and not feeling well. We are snowed in and iced in and this came from my friend Ed. Thanks, Ed!...

John Updike died yesterday.

He was, without question, my favorite writer. I first came across his fiction when I decided to read the "Rabbit" books - four novels written at the end of each decade starting with 1960 and ending at 1990, chronicling the history of America through the eyes of a man named Harry Angstrom. The novels are lengthy and occasionally dense but never dull and, after finishing them, I knew that I would never read books the same way again. Updike spoiled me.

I still remember certain phrases of his that were written so eloquently, and exactly, that they essentially became definitions for me: for example, describing a woman's ponytail as "the handle to some exquisite vase." And then there's this: his wonderfully playful little poem called "Player Piano:"

My stick fingers click with a snicker
And, chuckling, they knuckle the keys;
Light footed, my steel feelers flicker
And pluck from these keys melodies.

My paper can caper, abandon
Is broadcast by dint of my din,
And no man or band has a hand in
The tones I turn on from within.

At times I'm a jumble of rumbles,
At others I'm light like the moon,
But never my numb plunker fumbles,
Misstrums me, or tries a new tune.

A long-time contributor to the New Yorker, that magazine's web site has re-published some of his most famous pieces, including his outstanding 1960 essay about Ted Williams' last game. To read the essay go here.
~Ed Aymar~


Ed Aymar's short fiction has been published in the Menda City Review, Sliptongue and the SN Review. His most recent fiction is currently online at Sliptongue.

HDH submission you want to send me? Make it short, make it different. Make it uniquely yours. Query or send to hot4sommer at yahoo dot com

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. It is a soup kind of day. If you think so too, soup's on over at Helia and Jeremy's. I am thinking soup thoughts.

Pleasurists #13

Image by Eric Traore

Pleasurists is your round-up of the adult product reviews that came out in the last seven days from bloggers all around the sex blogosphere. Did you miss Pleasurists #12? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #14? Submit it here before Sunday February 1st at 11:59pm PST. Please re-post this list on your own blog if listed.

Want to win some free swag? All you’ve got to do is enter.

• Swag Contest: Isis! Deadline: Wednesday January 28th at 11:59pm.


• 4th Blog-iversary Trivia Contest Deadline: January 31st at 11:59pm.


• Win a Hot New Sex Toy! Deadline: February 1st.


• The Cherries are Sexy Valentine’s Day Giveaway! Deadline: Valentine’s Day, February 14th, 2009.

On to the reviews…

Editor’s Pick

• Maui Silicone Anal Beads by Kyle



The words “anal beads” cause my internal 14 year old boy to giggle nervously and worry about the potential tenting in his jeans. My slightly more mature self smiles appreciatively with no less potential for tenting. I’m a fan of buttsex…

Madame Editrix

Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek

Vibrators

• Petite Pink Ribbon by Adriana


• My Secret Vibe by Jezebelle


• Rabbit Pearl & Decadent Indulgence by The Hot Movies For Her Sex Toy Crew


• Orchid G by Marla Singer


• Cry Baby by Holden


• Tuyo by Erin Leone


• Tuyo by Nadia West


• Bug-A-BuzzZZZZ - Best Buy Butterfly by Sienna


• Drown It - Deep Sea Pleasure by Sienna


• 7 Function Remote Egg by Luna Orignaux


• Rock Chick by Domina Doll on Viviane’s Sex Carnival


• Emotional Bliss Isis by Sexorcism


• The Liberte by Shay


• The Hitachi Magic Wand: Necessity or Nepotism? by Backseat Boohoo


• iVibe Pocket Rocket (and iLube) by The Hot Movies For Her Sex Toy Crew


• Elise by Ansley Agnello


• Mia by Essin’ Em


• Mia by Wilhelmina Wang


• Fun Factory G-Twist by Epiphora


• LELO Iris by Betty Rocket


• LELO Mia by Ellie Lumpesse


• Tuyo Vibromasseur by Betty Rocket


• Ophoria Bliss No. 7 by Bad Bad Girl


• Inner Desire Love Egg by Dangerous Lilly


• Orchid G by Roxy of Uncommon Curiosity

Dildos

• Mr. Blue Vein by Sommer Marsden


• Cherries Jubiliee by Marla Singer


• Tantus Alumina Revolve & Motion by Epiphora


• Scribble swirl G-spot wonder by Syntax


• The Curve by Wendy Blackheart


• Cherries Jubilee Glass Dildo by Domina Doll


• Tantus G-force Wand by Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek


• Silky by Bad Bad Girl

Anal Toys

• Peridise by Ansley Agnello


• Deck the Halls Butt Plug by Epiphora


• Emerald Jeweled Butt Plug by Betty Rocket

Toys for Cocks

• Robo Suck II by Nadia West


• LELO Bo by Epiphora


• Oh Man Cock Ring by Bad Bad Girl

Sex Kits

• Raspberry Kiss Kit by Essin’ Em


• Raspberry Kiss Kit by Catalina Loves

Lube/Massage Oil/Bath Stuff

• Yes! Water-based Organic Lubricant and Moisturizer by Sexorcism


• Good Clean Love Lubricant by Domina Doll


• Sun Kissed Vanilla Massage Candle by Adriana


• Afterglow Candle by Betty Rocket


• Durex Quiver Freezable Lubricant by Adriana


• ID Glide Airless Pump by Marla Singer


• O’My Blueberry Cheesecake Flavored Lube by Betty Rocket


• Shunga Chocolate Aphrodisiac Oil by Dangerous Lilly


• Babeland Massage Candles by Domina Doll on Viviane’s Sex Carnival

BDSM/Fetish

• The Hand Crop by Sommer Marsden


• Singapore Stinger II by Thursday’s Child


• Crocodile Tears for Crocodile Clamps by Thursday’s Child


• Black Large Rubber Whip by Kyle


• Think Pink - Pink Kink Kit Review by Thursday’s Child


• 1/4×20in Red Acrylic Cane by Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek


• Sting Like a Bee - The Cobra Stinger II by Thursday’s Child


• Pleasure Feather Black by Beautiful Dreamer


• Bondage Tape by Rori of Between My Sheets


• Crocodile Clamps by Alpine Subdreams


• Cupping Set by Alpine Subdreams


• Wartenberg Wheel by Panthera Pardus

Adult Books/Games

• “Enchanted again”, A book of erotic fairy tales, turned modern by Jezebelle


• Little Book of Sex by Carnivalesq


• Two Knotty Boys Showing You the Ropes by Essin’ Em


• Bondage For Sex by Dangerous Lilly


• Best Women’s Erotica 2008 by Alpine Subdreams

Adult Movies/Porn

• Lesbian Life - Real Sex San Francisco by The Porn Librarian


• Lesbian Love - Real Sex San Francisco (Scene 2) by J.D. Bauchery


• Fetish Diaries by The Porn Librarian


• Lesbian Love Vol. 2 by J.D. Bauchery


• Nina Hartley’s Guide to Threesomes - 2 Girls & a Guy by Domina Doll on Viviane’s Sex Carnival


• 32 Ways to Please Your Lover by J.D. Bauchery


• Taija - The Horny Secretary by The Porn Librarian


• Champion by Essin’ Em


• 1981’s “Bad Girls” has everyone wanting to get lost in the woods by Sacha Kinksky


• Nadia Nyce Indian Sex Goddess by Sacha Kinksky


• Pink & White’s Champion by Sinclair Sexsmith


• Nina Hartley’s Guide to Erotic Bondage by Domina Doll on Viviane’s Sex Carnival

Toy Storage

• The Sugar Sack by Wendy Blackheart


• For Your Nymphomation Sex Toy Box by Toygirl


• Devine Satchel by Carnivalesq


• Lockable Sex Toy Case by Adriana


• Devine Toy Box in Wine with Lace Overlay by Adriana


• For Your Nymphomation Big Foot by Ang

Miscellaneous

• LELO Luna Beads by Sexorcism


• Hot Heart Massager by Domina Doll


• Mrs. Meyer’s Peppermint Holiday Clean-up Kit and Hand Care Kit by Sexorcism


• Smart Balls vs. Luna Beads: Let’s get ready to ruuumblllllle! by Toygirl


• Pretty Boi Double-Strap Harness by Ansley Agnello


• Make Me Cum Clit Sensitizer by Adriana


• Gee Whiz… the Hitachi Upgrade by Sinclair Sexsmith


• Make Me Blush Harness (Part 1) by Panthera Pardus

"expressively graphic in a sexual nature"

Hi there! Blog three for the day. If you missed the cock ring and the figs, scroll down!

Just got a link to an awesome review for my book Inhuman available from Eternal Press (direct link in sidebar).

The book was reviewed by Deanna of Ghost Writer Reviews. Here's a snippet:

Being a ghost hunting fan, I followed the rituals of this story with interest. Articulately written, it keeps the reader wondering what happens next. Warning: This story is expressively graphic in a sexual nature, but the spooky story line itself is great.

4.5 stars

Thank you, Deanna! You can read the whole review here.

This is the last blog today. I swear....totally.

XOXO
Sommer

figs and fingers and frigging and porking! *gasp*

We have moved onto appetizers brought to us by the enticing Shanna Germain. You have to go. Right now. There are figs and fingers and frigging and porking! Erm--pork. Either way. Go have your appetizer. And then day after tomorrow we'll give you some soup ;)

XOXO
Sommer

My Dirty Monday

Colt 3 Snap Cock and Ball Strap

Here in the land of sex toys, we will be talking about gathering a cock and balls and securing them with leather. Just for me! I mean--a cock ring for him!

There is something completely primal to me about seeing leather strapped around the naughty bits. I loved this cock ring. Simple and so very unpretentious. A strip of leather and one, two, three snaps. They go pop, pop, pop when you finally release them. Or in this case...um...pop. One pop. See, it's adjustable. Which is a good thing.

First there is the visual that says, mine. Mine. I love the look of it. The somehow virile, visceral look of that black band of leather around a hard cock. Truly. Just looking at it is enough to do me in. Throw in the smell-- leather makes me a whore-- and I'm done. And the whole idea of something that marks, brands, claims--even temporarily--is intense. Because that ring of leather says to me: Here I am. I'm for you. Yours. Only you.

Which turns me into a slut.

Always and perpetually on the other end of the "yours" scenario, I love to see that kind of thing on the man. I love the idea of it and have been known to daydream about it. Black leather bisecting white skin. Something cinching and binding. Yeah. I like it.

I was told unobtrusive, fairly soft, no chafing (or not enough to bitch about). That is what I got from the wearer. Me? I can say this. The smell of leather in my nose when his cock was in my mouth. The slight slip and tickle of it on my inner thigh when his cock was in me. And the sharp snap that got me off when I finally set him free.

Rating: yes.

That is my rating. Yes. You need this cock ring. If you already have some, add it to your collection. If you are curious, start with this one. It's a bargain and it's leather and it's a turn on. Truly affordable at $10.10. So...why are you still here reading this silly review?

XOXO
Sommer

lazy Sunday news...

In the lazy Sunday news today...

If your bouche needs amusing then you want to go here. Craig Sorensen has kicked off the sensual feast (scroll down to see formal invite) in a very decadent way. There is kissing and log cabins and scallops! (oh my).

And if you happen to be lazing on the sofa (like self) and reading your horoscope...you might find that your cusp of Leo is in the house of Sagittarius (and they are having an amuse bouche!). Or you might be like me and have no earthly idea what that means but just like reading them--either way, if you dig the Zodiac, check out Neve Black's latest offering to the land of smut.

And thank you lazy day reader who sent me a lovely note on my book Double Booked. You made my lazy day! Someone emailed me a super nice note about Christmas Break last week but it was insane. So thank you to that person, too. I'm behind on my TY's ;)

Come back tomorrow for My Dirty Monday where we start talking cock rings, people.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. sexy flower art can be found here. That is my favorite flower of all time, the iris. Just seeing them makes me happy.

Sugasm #157... I'm in it! woohoo!

Sugasm #157
Ariel courtesy of Viviane’s Sex Carnival.
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #158? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s PicksA 2009 Wish For Smut Writers“Sex bloggers are on the cusp of what I see as being a new kind of sexual revolution.”

Q&A with Domina Doll“I enjoy teaching others how to explore that aspect of themselves.”

Overtaken“He kissed the side of my neck, sweeping my long hair out of the way, working his mouth across the side of my neck to press little bites along my collarbone.”

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Honesty: When The Truth Hurts

Editor’s Choice
Dictation with Davis
More SugasmJoin the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

a formal invitation

Today was spent on remembrance and that was good, but it was a bit sad. Aren't these things always? Celebrating a life and telling stories, but at the same time acknowledging and beginning to accept a loss? It was nice and I have never been more proud of my kids and my family as a whole.

To end today, I wanted to put up something fun. I hope you can join us-- I'm dessert. I mean...I'm in charge of dessert.


Come join us for a sensual feast to celebrate the new year of hope, promise, and delicious pleasures of every flavour. Each day a new erotica-writing blogger will be your host for one sumptuous course, providing recipes, entertainment and scintillating discussion topics. Best of all, dinners ala blog are known to expand your mind, but not your waistline. The festivities begin on Sunday, January 25. Come to one, come to all—you deserve a little indulgence!

Sunday January 25--Amuse-bouche Host: Craig Sorensen

Monday January 26—AppetizerHost: Shanna Germain

Wednesday January 28--SoupHosts: Helia Brookes and Jeremy Edwards

Thursday January 29—FishHost: Neve

Friday January 30--Meat EntréeHost: Kirsten Monroe

Saturday, January 31--Vegetarian entréeHost: Donna George Storey

Monday, February 2--SaladHost: Emerald

Tuesday, February 3—DessertHost: Sommer Marsden

Wednesday, February 4--Petit Fours and trufflesHost: Nikki Magennis



And I have no idea what I'm making. Guess I should get cracking. No. That is not a spanking reference. It is a buried in cookbooks reference. ;)

XOXO
Sommer

First Book of 2009

Isn't it pretty?

XOXO
Sommer

a picture and some questions...

Recognize the print? Know the title? The artist? Where I could buy it. Anyone? Anyone? Are you possibly savvier than me computerwise and could give me a tip on how to find out who this is?

Bottom line: I must own this. It must be in my home. Truly.

Any help is welcome.

XOXO

Sommer

Hump Day Heresy...nope...

So many people have sent me ideas or pitches and are working on something. Sadly, none of them made it here for this week's slot. I'm too scattered to do my own. Instead, I'll put up these pretty pictures and hope they inspire you to um...hump.

If you want the slot next Wednesday, wrap up that piece you are working on and send it my way. I kind of like all this heresy and whatnot.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. Why the chair? The chair turned me on for some reason. No idea why. There was a chair in my story Pause in Tasting Her: Oral Sex Stories -- I guarantee another chair story after finding this picture. What can I say. I'm weird that way...

trouble maker, laugh inspirer, ornery, gruff, lovely, smiling...

Our family has suffered a loss. First instinct is to retract and not say a peep. Second instinct is to say am taking break. Third instinct is to do what I always do when I am confused. Write. So here goes.

Our family has suffered a loss. A trouble maker, laugh inspirer, ornery, gruff, lovely, smiling, drinking shots, going fishing, helping anyone and playing horse shoes loss. A man who scared me to death when I joined this family and quickly won my heart. And somehow--I won his. A feat that is still talked about. A glorious throne of acceptance and adoration that I am still envied for. And the feeling was mutual.

I won't tell you his name. I keep my family private in that respect. But I will tell you a very, very short story.

Three years ago, my sister and I were planning a 25th wedding anniversary for my parents. We are step sisters but you would never know it by our appearances or the way we snipe at each other under pressure. Anyway, I had no sofa. I was the hostess house, so to speak, and I had two pink chairs and two pink ottomans. And about 45 people coming. eep!

We needed a sofa anyway. Our old one had been chucked when we moved. And I knew just which one I wanted from Ikea--because I am a big spender, my friend. So, this uncle, the man I have proudly called uncle for fourteen years, shows up in his big ass truck. My man's back is out with a capital Ow! and he can't move. It is up to me (nearly six foot tall amazon woman) to go with Uncle and gather said sofa.

So off we go. He, a sixty-seven year old man even at the time "sick" with incurable lymphoma and me, vibrating with nervous energy worthy of a Chihuahua on cocaine.

It all goes smoothly at first. We locate sofa. They have three in the "bin". Then we hit a snag. No long carts. No long furniture carts worthy of a seven foot sofa. Only stumpy, truncated carts that one would gather lamps and baskets and doo dads on.

No one can help. No carts means no sofa means no place for asses at my party. Only...we both kind of think outside of the box. Maybe that is why we got along so well. So, here we come. Both of us together, balancing a seven foot long brown sofa on end on a three foot cart. It was the tallest purchase to ever pass through the Ikea checkout. I am not sure how we made it out the door. It was too tall. I think we put another shorty cart in front, laid it out between two and worked like some magical in tandem circus team. Either way we got that fucker home.

That's the kind of thing you never forget. Nor was, flipping, sliding and rolling the sofa across the lawn and up the steps into the house. Or when he said, "There's a rip back here on the left. About three inches long. What do you want to do?"

What do I want to do?

"Fuck it."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

So we pushed it in against the wall and they all lived happily ever after and asses had seats at the party. And I sent him a card later that week of a man catching a donkey. "Thank you for saving my ass" it said. Because I knew he'd love it.

Love you, Uncle. Thank you for saving my ass. You will be missed and remembered.

XOXO
Sommer

Congratulations Dirty Domina Q&A Winners!

The random number genie chose:

For the Purple Pack O' Sex Stuff: P.S. Haven
and
For the Signed copy of Best Women's Erotica 2009: Lalana!

Yaaaaaay! Send your mailing addresses to hot4sommer at yahoo dot com (typed 'come' the first time) exactly as you wish them to read. I'll take it from there.

Thanks to all who read and commented and super big thanks to Domina for playing with us. She's sexy, no? And the comments are still and forever and always open, so if you have something to say or a question to ask, go for it. We'll take care of you, baby. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

XOXO
Sommer

My Dirty Monday

Mr. Blue Vein

Also known as, My Boyfriend or one of her favorite sex toys. Or as the man likes to call him: Mr. Pyr3x, even thought I think that is copyright infringement. So I have spelled it wrong to protect the innocent.

I get emails:

Will you be visiting with Mr. Pyr3x today?

That is all they say. NO! Of course not! I would ne--okay, so yes, yes I would. But only for research and only for review. Only if my writing gets me squirming in my seat and fever hot and I just can't stand it and look! there is gay porn on the internet!...

Oh. My. God. That was good.

Anyway. What was I saying? Oh, right! A review. About Mr. Blue Vein. Firstly, he is spectacular. Gorgeous like a work of art (even if he didn't get me off in a super great way). Expertly crafted. No flaws. No cut corners. He is solid and smooth and perfectly balanced. If I didn't have kids, I'd leave him out just to look at.

Now, I must admit, I have coveted the glass dildo for awhile now thanks to an annoying and inconvenient latex allergy, lots of sex toys could...well...they could kill me! But glass dildos were way out of my price range. Not this one at $30(or the line he is part of). And the Jelly ones. One word: Eew! That leaves me fewer options than a lot of people. I was so excited to get this toy, I quite literally did a countdown. Until, oh joy! he arrived in the mail one day. One very very cold day. 22 degrees. Did you know that glass retains cold hours after it's been brought inside? Even when cleaned with slightly warm soapy water? Even when placed in rather warm, wet environs?? Did you?

It does.

Now, I'd like him a bit bigger girth-wise but that was me. Glass dildo virgin, I was not sure how or what to order. I'll go stouter next time. But he is perfectly curved and silky smooth but dense and heavy. Perfect for actual penetration and clitoral stimulation or a rousing mix up of the two. He does have a base, so he won't go, you know, AWOL should he be used in an alternate entrance. Always good to know you can avoid any embarrassing ER visits. ;)

The only thing that made me nervous was the whole "check first for any cracks, chips or cloudy spots" before use. You know, so you do not fuck yourself to ribbons. But that is a mental hang up. If you check the glass every time you are in for one...(wait for it)...smooth ride. I have now officially started a glass dildo collection. I will not stop until I have located the ultimate glass dildo. No rest for the weary. No efforts are too intense for my readers (are you buying any of this?). Just don't drop him (which is the case with most lovers), and you are good to go. And go. And go some more.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. This toy--like all of my sex toys-- was used strictly for novelty purposes. Why are you laughing?

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! [said in best Monster Truck Rally announcer voice]: Sommer vs. Craig

Okay. So it's not really Sommer versus Craig, although I do love a rousing muddy game of football with big men. Maybe not today, though. But damn it is cold. The ground is frozen solid from a week of highs in the teens and twenties.

To keep me warm and cozy and all riled up, the Ravens (that would be Sommer) will be facing off against the Steelers (that would be Craig) this evening. I'll be all dressed up for the occasion. Purple and black. The color of bruises and just enough pain. Mmm. Have I mentioned how very much I love our team colors?

Speaking of purple, don't forget to read and comment on my fantastical interview with Domina Doll. You could win a copy of Best Women's Erotica '09 featuring my story "Decorations" or a very dirty purple pack o' sex stuff courtesy of Domina and Sextoy.com. I am coveting that purple pack, I have to say.

Go Ravens! and Go read my interview!
XOXO
Sommer

Q&A With Domina Doll

Remember the Seinfeld episode where they talk about Kramer falling ass backwards into money? Well, I haven’t (sadly), but I did fall ass backwards into meeting a very cool person.

Nut Shell: I signed up to do these sex toy reviews. Wisely, they assigned a person to watch over me. A Giles to my Buffy. (Sorry for the pop culture ref). That person was named Domina Doll and from the get-go she was nice and patient and funny. And patient. And very, very patient in case I didn’t say. A true blessing when you are learning something new and fucking it up every five seconds.

One day I asked (all atwitter) if I could Q&A her for my blog. Sure, says Domina. That would be fine.

Somewhere in this, it finally occurs to me to follow a link and--tada! Domina is not just a simple sex toy review co-pilot who can teach you all about links, she is a smut monger extraordinaire!

Enough of that. Let’s talk to Domina. My sex toy co-pilot, and let's face it, girl crush.

Let’s start with the sex toys. That’s how I broached the topic of this interview with you. I wanted to know if you ‘reported’ to an actual shop for sex toy duty. Turns out you work for some online places and an actual brick and mortar store. So, spill. Tell us how, when, and what everyone wants to know---why.

Hmmm… Well, I started working for a Brick and Mortar in Jan 08 as a smut girl sales slut, peddling sex toys to consumers. It was a very interesting job and I enjoyed helping people find sex toys that suited their needs. Turns out many people are not as savvy about sex toys as myself and I even taught my boss a few things. I became the go-to grrl when peeps needed sex toy info and had safety concerns. Although, I have not tried every sex toy on the planet (that would be impossible)—and nor would I want to: Jelly-Yuck!

I have been reviewing sex toys for many years. Learning as much as I can about human sexuality and sexual response in women and men. I was soon promoted to Marketing Guru for this store because I have a lot of marketing know-how via the internet and in print--running promotions and creative ideas. This took me out of the Brick & Mortar to my home office where I commute via email and phone calls weekly. I go in and visit about once a month for meetings. Right now I’m working on several projects for them including a Sex Manual and going to the EverythingtodowithSex Show as their spokesgrrl this month to do demos and give talks on sex.

Almost simultaneously, I started doing sex toy reviews for Sextoy.com. One thing led to another and they got me working on doing copy writing for the site, improving category pages, etc. I guess I mentioned how I thought a blogger review program would be good for promoting Sextoy.com-- the Sextoy.com Reviewer program was born. [smut girl waves to audience]. I now handle that, work on the Affiliate program, and work with manufacturers, getting their products out to reviewers. This has been a tremendous learning experience for me and I am grateful to be involved in such a cool shop with great people behind it including SexToy Dave, the owner.

I finally figured out who you were when you sent me some info about the Pleasurists. Tell me more about what you do with them.

Besides being a regular contributor, Scarlet Lotus and I came up with an idea to have a Best Sex Toy Reviewers List for 2008. Pleasurists is like the Sugasm of sex toy reviews and since she knew so many peeps and so did I, we thought it would be a fun idea.

And what about this Fetish Ball? Sounds fascinating and well, to be blunt, a wet dream for me. How does this whole Ball thing work?

Halifax, NS (where I live) has an annual Fetish Ball each fall. It is organized by various peeps and groups within the BDSM/Fetish/Sex community especially Don Murchy, a fella who is like an icon in the community and someone who has been my BDSM mentor and friend.

I was enlisted as the official photographer for the Fetish Ball the last two years. I also helped organize the stage shows including a fetish fashion show with a bunch of models I know. The outfits were from the Brick & Mortar store previously mentioned. It was a fun event, but my feet were killing me afterwards trying to run around in 6” stilettos snapping candids!

And it says in your bio that you are a Dom/Sadist. As a woman with a sexual submissive streak you could pilot a 747 down, I find that fascinating. ((And hot)). Could you share some more of that aspect of Domina Doll?

I’ve been in the “scene” for about 7 years I guess. I’ve had several play partners; some of them were serious for a while. I see myself as a mentor and teacher. I enjoy teaching others how to explore that aspect of themselves. I’ve done lots of naughty role-playing including play rape fantasies, Teacher/student, medical fetish, interrogation scenes and many more. I’m fairly accomplished at bondage, pain play, sensual/sensation play, humiliation and enjoy creating fun/interesting scenes and spaces to explore in.

Yeah. Um…about that medical fetish mention. Any chance of me getting one of those medical exam tables I saw on Sextoy.com any time soon? You know. For a review.

Hehe! Not likely. I'd lend you mind but its a bit heavy. But there is a whole whack of cool medical fetish stuff there that is much more affordable ;)

Now on to the photos. I love them. Your site Fatale Femmes is gorgeous. Your work grabs the eye in a very visceral way. When did you start your photography? Any favorite subjects?

I’ve been taking photos for about 15+ years. About 10 years ago I went to school and learned photography & film making at two different universities simultaneously, getting over 60 credits in my final year and winning a few awards including the Governor General’s Award for the highest GPA<---- Bragging rights! Now I do photography part-time as a pro.

Most of the shoots I do that I enjoy best, however, are unpaid. I like the Black and White aesthetic including Film Noir and retro/vintage styled shoots. I enjoy building sets and creating a story with a shoot. I also love horror imagery and incorporate that quite a bit in my photography. Horror and sex ;) I would like to start doing more explicit imagery as well, which I plan to begin this year. I have several projects I’m working on whenever I can find the time.

Music! Favorite music to dance to? Work to? Fuck to?

Dance to: Dead Can Dance, Lorenna
Work to: Clockwork Orange Soundtrack as well as anything played on CBC Radio 2 Drive program with Rich Terfry and the late night program with Laurie Brown the Signal.
Fuck to: Bad Company & Lynard Skynard

It’s your last supper. What are you eating?

Pussy…Just kidding. Pussy + Lobster, champagne, oysters, Brie and crackers, rich chocolate, grapes, and spinach. I know. Spinach doesn't go with the rest. But, neither does pussy.

Okay, folks. Please comment! Don’t be shy. Questions are welcome. We have a copy of BWE 09 up for grabs and some lovely purple sex toys donated by Domina and Sextoy.com. I'll leave this up all weekend and be back Monday to announce our two winners. Yay!
XOXO
Sommer


Domina Doll is an omnisexual sadomasochist, sex-radical feminist and sex writer who pens porn, books, and sex toy reviews. Her articles on human sexuality can be found on several blogs and magazines including Whiplash!, S.M.U.T, Lover & Lucrezia Magazines, and Vibrator.com as well as her own blog Pop My Cherry . She comes from a long line of schizophrenics, nymphomaniacs and Indian Chiefs, with a few odd skeletons in her closet to boot. She would like to be a pornographer when she grows up. Until then, she’ll just keep taking dirty pictures



*self portrait of artist

This sex, that sex, the sex over there...

So, what do I like as much (if not more) than this sex or that sex or even the sex over there? This sex:

It starts with~ Hey, instead of watching these overweight people try to lose more weight than each other-as fascinating as that is...why don't we go upstairs. I'll take care of down here, you shoo the kids.

Freezing cold room. Freezing. Cold. Ice rimes on the windows cold. Naked. Shivering. Things heat up. He makes a face at me. Laughs.

"You look stupid," says I. (joking)

"You are stupid," says he. (joking)

We are suddenly twelve and this is hysterical. The. Funniest. Thing. Ever. And we are laughing. So hard. I am snorting (so bad). No one is fucking because we are laughing in a two degree bedroom while our children watch fat people on the TV downstairs. And the dog sniffs at the bottom of the door. I can hear him, snuffling like a truffle pig.

But then we are. Fucking, that is. And the room is warmer and the world is warmer. And in my ear he says, "You are everything to me. You haven't forgotten that, have you? Don't forget that."

And it's an order. In that voice. I know it's true. So the world stops and the fat people don't matter nor the ice crystal trails on the window or the laughing fits or the shivers. Because I'm coming and I...well, I am everything.

Boring Married People Sex strikes again.

Hump Day Heresy #2: Sounds like it hurts to me...

heresy: (her-i-se) n., pl. -sies: (2)Dissent from accepted or dominant opinion, doctrine or theory...

And now from the land of "off beat". Or could one say...Now for a word from the king of the nerds:

I read the other day (and found it rather awesome) that at all times, even now as you read this, elementary particles called neutrinos are passing through your body. They are virtually mass- less and can pass through miles of lead with no problem. Where they come from is the cool part. They are produced in the inner fires of burning, healthy stars as well as in the supernova explosions of dying stars. So you, in effect, have both the birth and death of stars bombarding your person and passing through your body right now!

This is what I do during my lunch breaks. I read weird stuff that affects everyone, but few are aware of. Makes me feel special.

J. C. is not a writer but he loves to read everything. From World Wars to stars to porn. He has a decidedly unsexy job that entails lots of noise and bad smells. Sheldon is his hero.


Hmm. Sounds like it hurts to me...but nerds make me hot.

Thank you J.C.! Got something for HDH? Off beat, useless, pervy, fun, amusing or downright weird? Short? Non fiction? And a bio and link are payment enough for you? Sold! Contact me at hot4sommer at yahoo dot com and whisper in my ear. We'll talk.

XOXO

Sommer

Little Silver Fish...

On my run, I couldn't clear my head. Not in the way I wanted. Bits and pieces kept floating into the forefront of my mind as I literally pounded the pavement. Fast and slippery and shiny like those little fish you see in the low tide. I stopped trying to catch then, finally, and let them go. In and out, over under, faster, faster. Gone.

I wondered how the hell that big publisher passed on what I am reproofing now. How they told me that their editor read it twice. Twice. And liked the story, the voice, the writing and the plot. But they weren't using it. Pardon? Fine. Whatever. And that one that I'm working on but only in my head. So much in my head, but none on actual paper. Which is fine. I do it that way sometimes. I have to make it balance. The dark humor and the desperation and the want. The discovery. But no death. Say it with me~ No death. Why in the world is this yard always full of trash and broken bottles and discarded wrappers? Who lives here? What do they do? Are they insane, poor, hungry, stupid, lazy? All of the above? What's with the shoes that have been laying in this other yard for over a week? Who the fuck leaves sandals outside in 29 degree weather for days on end? The time I stood and threw naked Polaroids of a boyfriend off of a balcony because he had been a raging asshole. But he had a huge cock. And god, the Polaroids he has of me. White lace teddy, hair dyed red at the time, hardly any tits, just little teacup sized breasts because that was BB (before babies.). The camera catching me flushed and startled and laughing. I was still learning to be sexy for me and not him. Still learning what I liked. Flash forward--the first time with the man. How effortless and fluid and perfect and hot it had been. How we came together. The first time I had orgasmed in tandem. And how if you totaled our time apart since we met up and tried for a figure you might get a week apart. Probably not. In fourteen years. And on to the present, how my knee hurts like fire and ice all at once and the Valentine's story I want to work on and...this story for an antho...and that first line that's been in my head for about a month...and...too fast. Little silver thoughts that go way too fast to catch them.

And then I was home.

The end.

Think you should be on my blogroll and you aren't? Contact me. I am a terrible secretary. But I look good in the shoes.

XOXO
Sommer

Pleasurists #12

Geisha by Steal Your Soul Photography

Pleasurists is your round-up of the adult product reviews that came out in the last seven days from bloggers all around the sex blogosphere. Did you miss Pleasurists #11? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #13? Submit it here before Sunday January 26th at 11:59pm PST. Note: there will be no Pleasurists next week, January 19th due to the editrix moving to Seattle. Please re-post this list on your own blog if listed.

Want to be part of the Best Sex Toy Reviewers List of 2008?
Nominate your favorite Sex Toy Reviewers! Deadline: January 25th at 11:59pm PST.

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Win a Pink Kink Kit! Deadline: January 26th, 2009
Win a Hot New Sex Toy! Deadline: February 1st.

On to the reviews…
Editor’s Pick
Fun Factory Laya Spot by Thursday’s Child
I think I might finally understand all of the buzz surrounding the Laya Spot! I’m a fan of strong vibrators, and most of the battery powered vibrators just can’t compare to my go-to vibrator, the Hitachi Magic Wand. But this funny little vibrator is strong! Really strong. And quiet, too!
Madame EditrixScarlet Lotus Sexgeek
Vibrators
Cry Baby by Beautiful Dreamer
The Shimmy Shimmy Shake (Briana’s Silicone Squiggler) by Sleeping Dreamer
Fun Factory Laya Spot by Beautiful Dreamer
Slender Sensations Vibe by Rebecca Deos
Sunflower G-Spot by The Countess
Laya Spot by Adriana
Infared Rechargeable Massager by The Hot Movies For Her Sex Toy Crew
Je Joue SaSi by Beautiful Dreamer
Aqua Paradise (Aqua Wand) by Sienna
Fleur de Lis by Panthera Pardus
Fun Factory Delight by Betty Rocket
Selene Vibrating Clitoral Pump by Curvaceous Dee
Cry Baby by Epiphora
Dildos
Ella by Carnivalesq
Phallix Cobalt Twister by Epiphora
Anal Toys
Wanda Anal Probe by Shasta Gibson
Toys for Boys
The Maven by Jack Stratton
Four Seasons Studded And Ribbed Condoms by Shasta Gibson
Lube/Massage Oil/Bath Stuff
Universal Lube by The Hot Movies For Her Sex Toy Crew
Hot Heart Massage Set by Sexorcism
Lubricant Toko Aroma Champagne/Strawberry by Alpine Subdreams
Chocolate Body Paint by Alisa
BDSM/Fetish
My Dirty Monday: The Love Connection by Sommer Marsden
Japanese Ball Gag by Essin’ Em
Kinklab Wartenberg Pinwheel by Red Sneaker Diaries
Bunny Fur Mitt by Betty Rocket
I love nipple clamps (Clover Clamps) by Bad Bad Girl
Adult Books/Games
Hurts So Good by Sexorcism
Photography for Perverts by Domina Doll
Adult Movies/Porn
Girl Train (disc 1) by J.D. Bauchery
Horat by The Porn Librarian
Lex on Blondes Volume 4 by The Porn Librarian
Upload by Sienna
The Elegant Spanking by Domina Doll
Toy Storage
Adult Toybox by Syntax
Miscellaneous
Kama Sutra Intensifying Gel by Beautiful Dreamer
Deep Throat Desensitizer by Azen Eunice Aguilar
Luna Beads by Ansley Agnello
Nexus G-Pod by Dangerous Lilly
Jaguar Harness by Red Sneaker Diaries
Simply Sexy Leather Harness by Sinclair Sexsmith

My Dirty Monday

The Hand Crop aka one of my favorite things.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens and this crop...

I love this crop. Let me say that one more time: I love this crop! I would dress up in my nun costume (it is the closest thing I own to Julie's SOM get up) and dance around and sing about it if I could. The hills would be alive with my appreciation of this fine work of sex toy art.

BDSM lovers will appreciate my new little gem. I personally love the look of it. Long and sleek and well made. The little hand on the end, with uber nice stitches, both whimsical and lethal in the right hands. Mmm. The right hands wielding the hand crop. It's the stuff wet corporal punishment dreams are made of. Sorry. I digress. Back to what I love...I love the added danger and thrill of a bonus 20 inches of reach he has when I cross the room and not knowing if I'll hear that whistle and crack before the first sweet bite of pain. And speaking of that sexy whistle and crack--I adore the sound. Even the man paused after strike number one. He examined the crop (sadly neglecting me for a moment) and said, "Niiiice sound."

Of course that did me in, crossed my wires, fried my brain and soaked my panties before crack number two came. We moved on from there.

Used properly the hand crop will leave no marks. Wielded to my liking, it leaves marks. Cute little hand marks if the striking is right, a lovely patina of purple, blue and black if blows are varied. Something for those of us who get off on the marks to admire for a day or so. Even more depending on who's in control of the crop itself.

In my case, one cheek sports perfect tiny leather hand print replicas (so cute). The others side a stunning marble of colors varying from pink to violet to black.

And yes. The hand is small enough to strike not only the ass cheeks but other more delicate areas. Anything from a gentle rap to a breath stealing blow will work with the flexible leather end. Sweet

This crop is my first and I cannot wait to add to the collection. I think I chose rather well for a crop virgin. The handle is (so I am told) really easy to handle. Not too thick, not so thin that you drop it when things heat up. The leather end is impeccably crafted. Not skimpy or thin but double sided so there is some actual substance to the 'hand' and the stitching is right up there with the stitching on your favorite hand bags.

This toy is a keeper. In fact, it is an overnight sensation, going from a little joke when pulled out of the mailing tube to a prized possession in no time. Incidentally, I just got an email about an hour ago concerning a matter I had forgotten to handle. It was signed:

Don't make me get the crop.
Love,
M

Hmm. I guess I should behave. Or...maybe not...

XOXO
Sommer
come back next week to meet my new *ahem* 'boyfriend'...

Spank, Spanking, Spanked, He Spanked Me And I Liked It, I Want a Spanking, Spank Me, Spanker...

All of those have led some of my dear readers here. I fucking love that.

An oldie but a goodie from Ruthie's. If I'm not mistaken, this was the first spanking story I wrote. Ever. I believe the theme for that issue was blondes...and it was way dirtier than I remember. Heh heh. That's saying something ;)

XOXO
Sommer

Mr. Weary
by Sommer Marsden

“We have some issues to discuss, Jennifer,” Mr. Weary adjusted his cheap, clip-on tie and ran a finger along the inside of his tight collar.

“What’s the problem?” I asked, crossing my legs and dangling my saddle shoe off the tip of my toes. I gave my platinum hair a shake and brushed one lock behind my ear.

“We have a dress code here at St. Jude’s.” His cold, gray eyes regarded me. “Your uniform skirt should be no more than one inch above your knees.”

His look was one of annoyance but laced with a touch of something else. What? Hunger? Yeah. I smiled to myself. Men. All the same. Especially the old ones. Mr. Weary was at least thirty-five.

“Mr. Weary, I’m a senior. I graduate in less than a month. Do we really need to have this conversation?” I toyed with the strand of turquoise beads around my neck. I had to admit that the way he looked at me sent a zing of desire straight up from between my legs to my nipples. I’m not averse to being ogled. Especially with that kind of lusty look.

I had just dyed my hair this brazen platinum blond and cut the waist-length mane to chin level. The look was complete with micro bangs and finger waves. I felt like a cross between silent film star and a Bonnie minus her Clyde. Like I should be in a movie titled, Girls With Guns. Mr. Weary’s gaze triggered all of the dangerous new feelings that came with the hairdo.

“Yes. We need to have this conversation. I can’t let you get away with this just because you’re a senior. You are still a minor in our care when on school property.”

“I’m not a minor,” I laughed, feeling shameless. I was out of here soon, so what was the big deal? “I turned eighteen last week,” I said, uncrossing and re-crossing my legs. I adjusted my skirt—the rogue item of clothing we were here discussing. Instead of the mandatory inch above the knee, it was a reckless two inches below my panties. What’s an inch here or there?

Mr. Weary’s face colored and he tugged at his collar again. “Not only are you not following dress code but you’re impudent. Once upon a time, Jennifer, we employed corporal punishment here at St. Jude’s.” His eyes traced the line of my hem and he wiped his forehead.

“And that means?” I wiggled in my seat just enough to make him squirm. This was actually quite fun. The worst he could do was send me home for a longer skirt. There was still one left in my closet that I hadn’t altered. It was a respectable Mother Superior length.

He reached up and removed a wooden paddle from the wall. “It means the paddle,” he said, trying to sound authoritative but actually sounding a little flustered.

“You would have spanked me?” I tried to suppress a smile. The thought turned me on. It’s my own dirty, little secret.

“That is correct,” he said with a sigh. A sigh of longing? I was starting to wonder about our distinguished principal.

“Why don’t you do it anymore?” I repositioned myself in the sticky leather seat. My ass was hot and molding to the cushion. My underpants were just wet enough to be aware I was turned on. I surreptitiously brushed a hand across my chest, bringing my nipples to attention. I might as well enjoy this visit.

“Parents groups and other officials began to see it as over the top. Physically punishing a student became taboo.”

My other hand brushed my tits in the opposite direction. This time Mr. Weary’s eyes caught my motion, and I saw him position himself securely behind his desk. Was Mr. Weary afraid of me? The very thought sent a thump of excitement up through my cunt. This time, my nipples responded on their own, pushing impatiently against my white, blouse and its ludicrous Peter Pan collar.

“So you can’t spank me, then?” I asked, lacing my tone with a heavy dose of disappointment.

“That’s correct. The only instance in which we can still use corporal punishment is with the permission of the parents or...” Mr. Weary stopped, his voice catching. He ran his hand briskly through his dark, brown hair. He looked frustrated, like he wanted to tear his hair out instead.

I chuckled behind my hand. Hopefully, he couldn’t hear me. I was beginning to feel sorry for him.

“Or?” I asked in a singsong voice. “Or what, Mr. Weary?” I stared blatantly at the paddleboard he was clutching. He desperately gripped it like it could rescue him. His savior.

“Or the student’s permission,” he finished. This time it was Mr. Weary’s hand that snuck around for a sneaky stroke. I watched his involuntarily shudder as his hand touched his lap.

I rose from the leather seat, my ass making that lovely, yet ridiculous, ripping sound that comes when hot flesh meets soft leather. “So if I gave you permission, sir, you could punish me?”

“I could,” he said, his words barely words and more like sounds traveling on expelled air.

I positioned myself opposite him. The safety net of his large, wooden desk was still between us.

“If you punished me would I have to wear long skirts until graduation,” I bent forward just enough to give him a flash of cleavage. I loved power almost as much as short skirts. “Or could I just pay the piper and go about my last month of school?”

“I suppose,” he said, tearing his eyes from the lovely birthmark between my tits. “If you were good enough to accept your punishment gracefully, I could ... look the other way when it comes to the dress code. After all, there are only a few weeks left in the school year.”

“And it is awfully hot,” I cooed, raising one knee and placing it with a thump on his desktop.

Mr. Weary actually removed his clip-on tie. I think he feared choking to death. He looked nearly naked without his pompous prop.

Frigid air from his air-conditioned office rushed up my skirt, brushed across the red satin of my thong, and cooled my now engorged pussy. I was really enjoying this particular meeting with our esteemed leader. The skin of my spine tightened, tingling, keeping the pulse of my heart and my sex. I loved the way men looked at me. Loved the feeling of air on my skin and flesh on my flesh. My mother had recently talked to me about “discovering my sexuality”. I hadn’t had the heart to tell her I had discovered it ages ago. Now I was exploring it and conquering it. I was on a pilgrimage of pleasure.

All the energy I had poured into my schoolwork, the drive that kept me on the honors list, was now propelling my sexual expeditions. I wanted to discover, taste, sample and consume any little thing that got me off. Anything that made me sigh and whimper. Anything that made those delicious little shivers work up from my clit to the hollow soft spots behind my ears.

The other knee followed as Mr. Weary stared, mouth agape. I think he was too surprised to react at all. I don’t think my principal expected me to follow through. Most likely he was envisioning verbal foreplay. Maybe enough to fuel lengthy stints of masturbation.

I lifted my skirt up around my waist and untied the satin bows on my hips. My thong dropped with a whisper to the desk pad. The small, neat patch of hair I left on my mound revealed the fact that I wasn’t a true blonde.

Mr. Weary grunted. It was a primal sound, inspired simply by me showing him my body. A surge of power and pleasure coursed through me. He held the paddle, but I was the one in charge.

“I give you my permission, sir, to spank me.” I simpered in my best juvenile voice. “I’ve been bad, and I deserve a good punishment.”

Another grunt from Mr. Weary. My pussy jumped wildly at the sound alone. My clitoris was so engorged that it felt hot. If he didn’t spank me soon, I might lose it.

“Go ahead,” I breathed. “I’m right here.” I shook my ass in his face, making sure he had a perfect shot of my swollen labia.

Flesh, not wood, struck me, and I moaned. There was a sting and then a flooding warmth that echoed from my left cheek clear through to my pubis.

“Again,” I breathed.

The smack from his hand striking me rang out in the quiet room. I sighed, arching my back and pressing my ass toward his hand. The heat of the strike had spread.My skin felt alive, electric.

I heard the wooden paddle hit the linoleum. Heard Mr. Weary’s wheezing breath.

“Again,” I demanded, harsher, more sure of myself. I waggled my ass at him. “Dammit, again.”

He complied. The stroke was harder this time. There was a sharp bite to this third stroke and it caused the wetness in my pussy to drip, staining the desktop blotter dark with my excitement.

Mr. Weary noticed, too, because he grabbed himself fiercely through his dress slacks. The sight made me wetter. I devoured the visual as I would a good, stiff cock. But I wasn’t here for that. I was here for punishment. Delicious punishment.

“You’ve been nothing but a challenge since I’ve been here, Jennifer,” he growled.

“Again then!”

Smack! That one hurt. The force of his blow traveled like an aftershock up my cunt into my womb. My thigh muscles trembled. My ass felt on fire.

“Do it again!” I barked, pushing back toward him, seeking him blindly.

The sound bounced off the pale green walls. A potted plant fell from the desktop. I relished the feeling of heat coursing across my skin when his finger brushed my clit, and I cried out.

“Do it again,” I growled. “And—so help me God—if you stop, I’ll report you. I’ll tell everyone what you’ve done.”

Smack, smack, smack! My ass was ablaze, my arms trembling. Mr. Weary rolled his index finger over me, making me shake. His thumb slid effortlessly into my slit. I sighed as my upper body collapsed. I didn’t have the strength to support myself anymore.

“You’re very brave for taking your punishment,” he grunted, thrusting his finger into me. I was so wet I could hear the liquid sounds of him entering me.

“Again, fucker,” I teetered on the edge of coming.

His stroke was so hard my ass shook. His finger stroked, his thumb plunged.

“Yes!” I crowed, coming with such force I buckled with his thumb still inside me.

When he pulled his hand from between my legs it was soaked. Covered in me. My nipples pulsed, still contracting from my orgasm. My sweaty hair hung in my face.

Hopping from the desk, I stuffed my thong in my backpack and adjusted my skirt primly around my hips.

“Thank you, sir,” I muttered. I kept my eyes downcast, my smile hidden behind my palm. “Thank you for going easy on me.”

Mr. Weary’s eyes widened. Reality had sunk in, I think. Now he had his own dirty, little secret. What he did with it beyond this was up to him. The way his pants stood out stiffly, it didn’t take much imagination to picture the route he might take.

“Yes. Well, Jennifer, I applaud you for your courage.”

“Thank you,” I said, opening the door and nearly skipping into the outer office. “I’ll see you at graduation!”

I hurried to the girls’ room, closed the door behind me, and lifted up my skirt. In the mirror I saw a large, red and blue bruise forming on my left buttock. I ran my hand over it gingerly and thrilled at the sensitive heat of it. I backed up near the mirror for a closer view. If you looked hard enough, it nearly looked like hand prints tattooed across one another—one bleeding into the next.

Mr. Weary had doled out the punishment, but I had been the one in charge. Knowing that made me smile at my new reflection. I was determining the kinks and bends in my sexuality. After all, knowledge is power.

I flicked my clitoris quickly with one finger. Just enough to give myself a thrill. I fixed my nearly-white bangs and smoothed some stray hairs. It seemed to be true—blondes do have more fun.