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The subject who is truly loyal to the Chief Magistrate will neither advise nor submit to arbitrary measures. Welcome to Sex Qs, a weekly column where The Globe's Amberly McAteer seeks answers to your sex questions, talking to sexperts and regular Canadians alike. I consider myself quite the feminist — I really think gender equality is very important, but sex with my new boyfriend has me questioning my feminist ways.
We have been having sex for three weeks now and it gets physical. To my surprise, I have found I like to be dominated. He hits me during sex and chokes me, and I actually like it. I find myself asking for it. How can I be a feminist and still enjoy this? Of course that isn't to say that a woman who would fully reject 50 Shades doesn't exist. But there is a reason why the dom-sub erotic trilogy is an international bestseller, and believe you me, it's not for the beautiful prose.
Pain and sex, power and pleasure: These are the two sides of the same leather-tassled furry-zebra handcuffs. To me, the thrill of a good bedroom romp is surprise and respect, with a little dash of verboten thrown in. Only you can determine what that dash is. Colleagues blushed, friends gushed and every softball girl, dog-park lady, and oversharing waitress I asked about bedroom domination said they'd consider themselves a feminist, but they also enjoy being "thrown around a little" by their partner.
Still, I should have braced myself for the full confession from Alexandra, my real-estate agent and probably the most powerful, self-confident woman I know. Picture successful, convertible-driving, classic-rock hot blonde.
Good for her, I say, trying to play it cool. She knows what she wants and asks for it — which is, I surmise, the ultimate definition of a feminist.
Alexandra says her love of power in her professional career translates to a "power fetish" in bed. And here's good news for all of us — er, all of you. A new study involving volunteers, from last month's Journal of Sexual Medicine, found people who are into kinky sex — particularly those who have a thing for bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism — are more emotionally stable and more secure in their relationships than their "vanilla" counterparts.
Still, I get a little sweaty advising you that physical abuse is cool. The choking also sounds dangerous, particularly since he's a new boyfriend. So I called a professional pain-inflicter, Montreal dominatrix Mistress Magnum.
A quick glance at her Twitter account at my desk and I'm feeling a little short of air myself. She advises you to talk to your new guy about the choking before it happens again.
Let him know you like it, but establish a safety signal with him before he places his hands around your neck.
And this should go without saying, but let's say it any way: If ever there is a time this "bedroom play" is non-consensual, you end that relationship on the spot. Magnum has "played" with submissive females and says women have a much higher pain threshold in the moment, so know when enough is enough.
Magnum says your man should look into "smart ways" to inflict pain, too, ones that don't leave marks or bruises. Start by warming up the skin: Still, Magnum says all of this is perfectly normal, although she understands that "emotionally it might cross some wires. What you like in the bedroom shouldn't interfere with how you define yourself. Just as Magnum, who practices a service called ball-busting behind closed doors you don't want to know , is actually a very sensitive, caring woman in real life, so too are you a feminist who likes to be dominated.
From the most overly analytical person you'll ever meet, I say stop overthinking this: Turn off the "what does this say about me" girl brain and enjoy the ride. You like what you like; if it's choking, so be it. But in sex, as in all relationships, safety, communication and trust is key. This is a space where subscribers can engage with each other and Globe staff.
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Honestly, I had lost all sense of decency. It was less than a minute before I orgasmed resulting in a heavy spray of pee splattering the back of the pew. It made a large puddle on the floor. The cameraman got drops on his lens. He smiled as he tasted my urine and whispered a promise to fuck me at the first opportunity. Losing control of my bladder was a new experience for me. Michelle showed her support by wetting her hand in my blast and licking the fluid from her fingers then kissing me with loads of tongue.
The music is inspiring and the pipe organ has an incredible range. Michelle plays the organ at our church back in Boston during services so she should know. I understood that Catholicism played a major role in the lives of Mexicans so it was only natural that RC church services appear in our adult film. A mass had been in the one Dayana had shown us previously. Certain motifs are often repeated in adult films like car chases and helicopter crashes in action-oriented American films?
The mixture of Spanish and Latin made the ceremony hard to follow but it was obvious that April was being given to her father and Celia to Warren.
Wendy and Katlyn stood close by holding bouquets draped with a rosary. Both girls looked very sexy with their breasts and buttocks exposed. Make-up brought their nipples to a rosy red. Celia and April were dressed in the same whorish outfits as the rest of us. Warren and Wes were nude except for the flowers their Mexican whores had tied to the privates. Katlyn dubbed them floral cock rings. I suppose that was as apt a description as any. Our husbands were totally ignoring us in favor of their Latina trash.
I would gladly have set her ass on fire then made her swallow every drop of my urine. In the pew behind us, Doug and Bryan were studying their scripts and playing with their penises.
The priest was assisted by two altar boys. It moved silently back and forth complemented by the two men with hand held cameras.
I know very little about making movies. However, it is my understanding that only a tiny fraction of the digital images make it into the final cut. The deflowering mass was a brief ceremony that included everyone kneeling at the altar rail to receive the body of Christ. We Presbyterians have a totally different take on the Eucharist but as far as the film was concerned we were all Catholics. The exchange of rings but not the kind you would expect. Both men were fully erect when their daughters finished.
The tempo of the music increased as the scene approached a climax. The altar boys unfolded a spotless white sheet and placed it in front of the altar. Next they added a couple of thick white pillows. Wendy and Katlyn took up positions kneeling in front of their fathers and provided oral sex. The priest had dipped a gold plated implement into what I surmised was a container of Holy Water then splash it over the wedding party. One of the hand held cameras was inches from my face as I swirled my tongue around her virginal button.
Both girls started moaning and writhing as we performed cunnilingus, not exactly the reaction one would expect from young virgins.
She was moaning and wet in no time as she raised her hips eager for my tongue. He was most likely correct. Celia informed me six months ago she no longer had a hymen due to a fall onto the balance beam in gymnastics. A month later, back home I happened upon her dildo collection. When I questioned the little slut, she informed me that she had taken her own virginity the first year of middle school.
When the fugue ended, Michelle and I rose with the help of the altar boys one of whom had quite the boner pressing his cassock outward. The music changed again as the priest spoke another short Latin prayer. Wes had the same line. The music stopped, signaling both dads to deflower their daughters in unison. The priest shouted something in Latin. The blood pills burst causing red to spill out on the white pillows. The organ sounded a powerful note filling the space.
Michelle and I both cried on cue because it was very dramatic even if it was just a movie. The organist switched to a more joyful sound. Father and Daughter pumped away until they climaxed. Sex over, the girls and their fathers processed out with the rest of the wedding party following.
Scene 1 of Act 1 was complete. However, as I found out that morning, taking care of the extras and help was my punishment or is that reward. But this time I had a partner. The boys take after their daddy. She now began licking the head of his cock! Lance relaxed back in his seat and put the money and wallet at the end table. How does it taste sweetie? He instructed her to lick the base, the head, and even his balls.
Lance made it seemed like her objective is to lick clean off all the sticky lube. He also reminded her to take off the bra. She pulled her mouth away and reached back to undo her bra. She slides it off her shoulders and tossed it to the side. Her naked round jugs for his display, she also had erect nipples.
She went back to licking. My wife always claimed she despised sellouts and whores but where are her high morals now? He suggests her to use some salvia. You want me to put my mouth over that? She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to take his cock! His cock was now in her mouth and she was descending down slowly. Lance pulled her hand away so that she can take more meat. My 30 year old hypocrite midwestern housewife was now half naked with only her panties on; she was on her knees and is beginning to give my Italian boss a blowjob.
She was nice and slow in gliding her mouth over his dick. She was coating her spit all over his member. He was cheering her on for her performance. He loved the new found attention on his cock. He rested his head back and closed his eyes. He let go in between to cup her tits and to tweak her nipples. She was focused and determined to do so.
She would occasionally massage his balls while she blew him. Lance in the mean time got something from his wallet. He got up while holding the back of her head, his cock still inside her mouth.
He took and long stroke out and a long stroke back in her mouth. He was basically face fucking her and my girl anticipated each stroke. Slurps and gagging noises could be heard from the room. Her own salvia traveling down her chest from gagging on his cock.
Her breasts were looking nice and wet from her salvia. He was grunting each time his head would enter the back of her throat. Yeah wrap those lips around and suck the shit out of it.
He released the grip of his hands from her head and my wife slowed down her head bopping. She plopped her mouth of his cock to look up at him. I want to test your insides and then I will make sure you get a job from Joel. With that comment, he helped her onto the love seat. My wife barely protested and was being manhandled by him. Her eyes now following the movement of his condom covered cock.
It was bouncing up and down as he was positioning between her legs. He pulled her big butt to the edge of the love seat and put her long legs up in the air. He went for the waistband of her white satin panties and started to yank them off. He tossed her underwear on the floor and spread her legs. He rested her legs with high heels on his shoulders. He was smiling at her face while he patted his cock on her clitoris a couple of times. He also made mini insertions at her vagina lips.
Do you love getting easy money to fuck? Do you love your job, huh? Do you want my cock? She bit her lower lip and refrained from moaning. She had alcohol in her system and had so much overwhelming attention from him.
She has been grinding on cocks and got no relief for the night. My boss was grinning as he grabbed the base of his cock and starting to insert his dick inside of her! My Boss went slowly at first; he went balls deep and their pelvic bones touching. He went to kiss her stomach and kissing his way up to her tits. He was rocking his hips back and forth slowly while he sucked her nipples, his mouth almost engulfing her tit.
He also licked and lapped her nipple. My wife loved that attention. Her hand was holding the back of his head as he licked her aureole. My wife was moaning as she looked down at him, and he looked up at her as he licked. He stopped to kiss her on the lips and they started to make out as they fucked.
My heart skipped a beat, my stomach was in knots, and lastly my dick was hard. But my hormones overtook all those feelings. My dick was hard as rock because I was watching my girl acting slutty.
It was like she was my own porn star and also she was breaking a taboo. I wanted her to be sexy, but now she is really putting on a show. Lance broke off the kiss as he began to fuck her faster. You like this new condom? You could almost feel my naked cock, right? Oh yes give it to me. Give me that nice big cock of yours. What are you doing? Lance slammed into her loins over and over again, now unprotected.
Do you like this? Lance held onto her hips and took some deep strokes into her pussy. He was balls deep with each stroke inside, my wife would hold onto her stomach with each insertion. I guess he was deep into her womb. Instead, she stared into his eyes and begged him not to cum in her. My wife agreed quickly and they swapped positions so she was on top of him getting herself off as fast as she could. She tried to close her eyes and imagine something else but he would pinch her nipple hard and bring her back to the reality of it which truthfully was making her cum faster.
It was a powerful orgasm that shook her whole body as they locked eyes. The black bouncer came back and witnessed the action on the screen. Before he left for his break, he saw these two just grinding on each other with clothes on. Now he saw my wife butt naked, straddling, riding and fucking my boss hard. Even a stripper would only tug or barely give a blowjob. How much did she get for that? That is dirt cheap for a lay. I just continued to look on screen with the bouncer.
Lance said it was his turn now and he flipped onto her back on the love seat, driving himself deep inside her again and again, faster and faster. I stopped breathing while I watched. It looked like my wife and I were both going to let my boss decide if he was going to impregnate her or not. We saw her legs resting on his shoulders and his white ass pumping away.
We could hear balls slapping filling the room. She never looked so sexy. Lance finally announced he was going to cum soon. My wife was trying to catch her breath, beads of sweat all over her face. He aimed himself at her face and she regained her composure.
In appreciation she started to suck him enthusiastically as he humped her face and shot his greasy wad into her mouth. My wife swallowed his babies and then sat gasping for air. He discarded the used condom in the trash and got dressed. My girl was starting to do the same. That was true and I quickly left back to the original spot where we had been sitting. I was met by Joel who was waiting on Lance.
Lance reappeared and asked me what I was still doing here. I lied and told him that I was still looking for my friends. They left you alone like that; maybe you should get some new friends. Besides, I only spent fifty bucks! I can see why you like her Johnny! A little extra meat, but super fucking cheap! I was thinking in my head that I should get a new job as soon as possible.
I did not want my wife modeling for these guys. There was still no signs of my wife. She was either in that room or maybe slipped into the restroom. Lance kept openly talking to Joel in front of me. I just got fucked her, swear to god. You can get it too right now. She wants to be an actress.
Lance then explained to Joel about promising her a job and that my girl likes to spread her legs for money and to play up how much money they had. Now go get em tiger. Lance was leaving because he got what he wanted. He was satisfied with getting his rocks off, courtesy of my wife. I followed behind and my mind was racing again. What is my wife up to or what has she turned into? Did I ask for this by daring her to loosen up? I guess she is not leaving anytime soon. He then let me know I could stay for a little because his manager is around.
The black guy and me watched closely on the screen. My wife was sitting upright on the edge of the seat. Her knees tightly closed and hands closed resting on her knees. Joel just got in and stood in front of her. His hands in his pockets, there was a moment of awkward silence.
She just nodded her head and Joel boldly unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants. He pulled it down along with his boxers. He seemed more aggressive than his appearance; he had liquid courage as well. Joel was standing naked from the waist down, his pants and boxers resting around his ankles. His white erection pointing up, he was about 6 inches. She used no hands as she inhaled his cock with ease.
She had good practice deep throating Lance before. She spat on his cock for lubrication and licked up and down on his length. She was giving another great sloppy blowjob to a second stranger for the night. Joel was complimenting on the head she was giving. She even sucked his balls while she stroked his cock. Show me how badly you need to be famous! She then grabbed his ass cheeks to bring his cock down her throat. I want to fuck you doggie style over there.
He pointed to her where he wanted to fuck her. She just simply got up and went where instructed. She slipped off her panties and kicked them to the side.
In the meantime Joel was struggling get on his condom. He was acting like a little kid anxious to fuck her. He had to tippy toe to get in her. My wife was wearing her heels and just a bra on.
Joel finally dug into her moist haven and they both moaned in together. He was touching her back, ass, and legs as he slowly fucked her.
He helped her unhook her bra and slipped them off her shoulders. He went deep and grabbed her pair of tits. He cupped them as he performed his pelvic thrusts into her. Her ass jiggled with each pounding from the little geeky guy. My wife was basically looking right into the second camera.
I could see her sex faces and all the moaning she was doing. He was now occasionally slapping her ass. He was now holding her hips and thighs, fucking faster to a climax. My girl knew and talked dirty to him so that he could finish with her. I actually thought of you literally when I made the confession of my unorganized ways!
I need to reread your book, I think! But I do it all the time too. The benefit to being tall now is that I can usually see pretty well over a crowd. The problem in high school was that I felt awkward trying to slow dance with the girls. Pros and cons to most things in life, I suppose,. The old long-haired photos of me crack me up now. You had the smelly feet too, huh? Did you wear vans without socks like i did? Or was that just a Southern California thing? No Vans in NJ that I knew of.
And I did wear socks. I was at an event last night and then another today where in each case I wanted to be sure to see two people. Each of these four people two at each event happen to be very tall. It helped so much. So easy for me to spot them up above the huge crowds at each gathering.
And last, glad you thought of me regarding Of course, you are just talking about a particular type of disorganized. I bet you are a highly organized teacher in the ways that you need to be, and a writer. If not, you are pulling it off quite well!
I forgot about those things! It happens, but rarely. What you say is true about organization. Truth is, I never thought of it that way, but I am organized in certain ways and compartments of my life. Now that was FUN! Was it hard to write? I enjoyed it all. We have a lot more in common than I realized. No, not the feet part.
You clearly have a lovely family and you clearly love them. Glad you had fun with it, Galen! It was actually a lot of fun to write. I started out with a much longer list and then took a scalpel to it and began cutting back. Maybe some of those will show up in some future similar post in a year or so. My dad actually made me put odor-eaters in my shoes. Or me feet overpowered them? Anyway, the family went running for the hills whenever I slipped out of my raggedy Vans.
I have to agree with you totally on this one, Galen: My family is tremendously lovely and I love them deeply. I love finding out about yours too and all the clever things you did to teach and guide them into the fine people they are today! I thoroughly loved this post. I would, considering you are one of my favorite-est persons. I sing rather well though ;-. Level of difficulty can be raised by insisting on number of letters per word.
And then when the time was up, I found he had actually written What fun it is…. Personally it motivates me to be better. I can only imagine how your students must adore you. Much love and hugs and thanks for such an enjoyable read!
It was a hoot to write, I have to admit, Vidya! And thanks so much. I just adore you as well! If I can share similarities with the famous and fabulous Vidya, then, well, my life is pointed in the right direction, for sure! My wife looked at the pizza thing, then at me and wondered if I was on something!
I love the games you play. My son and I do similar things, but I like the structure of yours better. Actually, my daughter came up with a neat way of doing the same thing your game morphed into as well. When she was unmarried, still living at home, she bought a beautiful box for the family I believe it was at Christmas with the instructions that we would write what we liked about other members of the family throughout the week. Then once a week, we would open the box and take turns reading the content.
I bet if you gave Sury more time, he would have come up with a list of thousands of qualities he loves about you! If you did sit in my class, you would need to bring a pillow.
It is economics, after all! I sure have fun teaching them and imparting little life lessons along the way! It would be awesome if one day our families met. I know I would love yours and I trust you would fall for mine as well. This post really made me crack up. By the way, you forgot France!
You forgot to say that you are a hero and role model to your daughter, an articulate and exceptional public speaker, and an all around amazing person who positively affects the lives of others in one way or another. Once again you have a knack for doing this you brought a tear to my eye and a lump to my throat. I love you so very much and thank you for making the job of parent so amazingly easy.
And thank you for your words here. I reread it several times and will likely come back to read it again several more times! All I can say is that I certainly hope that my kids can write such heart-felt sentiments about me when they grow up.
Quite honestly, I think that there are far too few kids who would write something that beautiful to their parents, especially in such a public forum. Congratulations on being totally awesome in the most important aspect of your life. Paige Simple Mindfulness recently posted … 30 Days to Bold. Being a good parent was always been such an important thing to me. It was the most important work I was to do in life totally agree with you on that!
So I made it a priority. And then my daughter made it all so easy. She was always such an amazing girl, so giving and loving. I hope more kids say or write those kinds of things about their parents than you suspect.
You strike me as the kind of mom who will have all kinds of love expressed by your kids when they get older. What an awesome post, Ken! I knew I enjoyed your blog for a reason or a few …also a high school teacher, also love love love the Declaration of Independence, and always capitalize my Mom. How weird is all that? My daughter and husband will love the monkey and bird jokes.
Anyway, I love that you jumped right in with your goal of being more open with self here. I am the last person on earth who would have considered writing a blog — I am intensely private about my life. Again, great fun post! Lisa recently posted … Focus on Nothing. Thanks so much, Lisa! I also wondered if I would be able to come up with 50 things to write about and was surprised at how many more than 50 I came up with.
Had to trim the number back to something reasonable. So there are variations out there on my joke, eh? English and Journalism are my subject, Ken. And honestly, I hope along the way I teach them a little something about life, too! I almost went the English route too.
I also know how much ideas matter, so I looked around and saw two subject areas that dealt heavily in the industry of ideas. I chose history, but could just have easily gone the English route.
I love language and the art of expression, so I have a natural attraction to the subject as well. Hope you love it as much as I think I would have!
But you can never tell how it touches someone and when or in what way it will. Thanks so much for doing the work we love to do, Lisa. So many kids out there will thank us later even if we never hear it for helping lay a foundation that will serve them throughout their lives.
As a fellow guitar player to another. Keep up the good work! What kind of music do you play? I like playing the blues. Just checked out your guitar lessons site and watched your videos. Hahaha I had a good laugh at the monkey joke myself. Nothing wrong with finding weird things funny. I tell that joke to my students every year at some point and have gotten a few laughs, but mostly quiet stares. I loved reading this Ken.
I have always known that you are a strange guy, as your sister I can appreciate that. Maybe you never really pursued the rock star thing except in trying to look like Jimmy Page but the talent is there! You also failed to mention the passion and determination that is key in whatever it is you care about.
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