Sugasm #133

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 #134? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Giving a Damn
“Something happened somewhere along the way, though. I began to care.”

Catalina loves “Better Sex Through Yoga”
“I’ve tried a lot of things, as you can imagine, but there were even a few new things in there for me!”

Reality Check: Dealing With Assholes
“Being able to decline a call is great but bills still need to be paid.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
The Secret Lives of Plants

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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Infidelity - An International Pastime
Misc. Letters
Rant: Strip clubs are for customers, not dancers
Top Ten Law Phrases That Sound Dirty, but Aren’t

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Mistress Claire Adams Dominates Sarah Jane Ceylon on Hogtied
Sasha Grey HotMovies Interview
Site Review: Into The Attic
The Ultimate Smoking Fetish Movie - Julie Simone’s Smoking Interviews 3

Erotic Writing and Experiences
And Closer Still
Doin’ It Like A Porn Star
Fucking the co-worker
Ode to Anal - Sebastian, and the anal bond
The Ruf Guide to Coital Stamina
She’s Got Teeth
Smoking please.
So… who are you tonight?
Subway Ride
The West End Experience

Sex Work
My Naughty Thoughts

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bedroom Radio #15: JohnBaku of FetLife and the G Twist Vibrator
Bouquet
Duck Race HNT
Flirtatious little bows -HNT
Guy fucks a black mouth in free video
Half-Nekkid @5:30 am
Hot Asian webcam girl made me cum hard
Julia S. - Bellisssima
Missed Show Punishment Spanking - Video Clip
Mistress Seven and Mistress Porsche Lynn shopping
Mistress Zena trampling a lucky sub
Putu (Hegre-Art)
Video: Cock Teasing, Twice-Coming Fun!

Sex Advice
Advice: My Boyfriend Won’t Go Down on Me
Greater Intimacy Through Tantric Sex
On Desire
Reader Asks: I Haven’t Met Her, But Should She Leave Him?
Smelling Like Sweet Romance?? - The Dangers of Douching

BDSM & Fetish
Anniversary, fatigue and quickies
Another Interesting Morning
Arrival
Beating
Follow My Rules-Part II
Haunt Hunt, But No Goth Cunt
Learning My Limits (part 3)
My IMsL 2008 Trip – Part 6
Parachutes and Panties
Stock and Bonds, ch. 2
Summertime, And The Piggies Are Easy
Underneath

De-Mythtifying Kink

In Those Kinky Goth Girls Caroline defines kink:

Kinky is deviancy: sexual deviancy (in my eyes). One can't be any more precise than that; the 'strength' will vary according to the perceiver's norms, values and life experience.

Which is probably the most reasonable definition I've heard yet for such a subjective term.

She also discusses kink and feminism, saying:

They don't sit easily together.

Why? It's complex. Sometimes though, it feels like "we" are being accused of not looking beyond what facilitates sexual agency and empowerment, whereas sometimes I'm not sure "they" look beyond their own perceptions of what 'sexy' involves. Why is dressing sexy bad? Because, they might say, it panders to the male's perception of what is sexy. But why does that necessarily involve submissiveness? And why not look deeper into that - is it male? How do males really interpret sexy? Why is sexuality interpreted in terms of gender, does it need to be? I think it might be grand to look beyond that and poke at it a wee bit...

I must admit, I hear comments regarding my "posing" as a strong woman, a feminist, while "pandering as a Domme".

There's much to explore here, and like my earlier post it has much to do with over-simplified definitions & over-whelming expectations, but I must table it a bit while I recoup from the weekend of travel.

Nikki Nines: The BDSM Interview

Gracie of Sex-Kitten interviewed me; and this is likely as much as you will ever know about Nikki Nines.

'Cuz you know Nikki Nines loves the Nikki Sixx

I'll be listening to tonight's Cult of Gracie show at 9 p.m. (central) on XXBN with guests DJ Ashba and James Michael from the band SIXX:A.M.

The new video is hot.

The Female Aggressor

From Female Aggressor, by Lou Condor:

The Lusts of the Dominant Female

Married or single, the sado-masochistic female turns her partners into warped salves of carnal lust. This scientific, documented volume presents CASE HISTORIES of a female flagellant, spanking wife, masochistic husband and many others.

Read about clubs for DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE, MARITAL TRAINING, SUBMISSIVE HUSBANDS--and those bizarre DOMINATION GAMES! The masculine female is herewith exposed as a creature of compulsive domination who makes men her playthings of perversion.

I love the classics, don't you?

(And it's only $1 to read the whole thing!)

Boot Camp Reject Gets Pissy; Film At 11

A male rejected during the Darling Nikki Nines' Boot Camp screening process has left "bad" feedback. It's poorly written ("I do got to warn you guys.."), as you can see...



But that's not the best part. The jerk tried to get me to deal with him, by promising better feedback after I enrolled him.



Well, at least you all know this isn't some role playing game where I "threaten" screening, but let just any one enroll.

Hit me up with your questions (and additional screen shots/copies of messages with this loser) if you need to; otherwise, just enjoy the hearty roll on the floor, laughing your ass off. As I did.

Haunt Hunt, But No Goth Cunt

Ouija
Originally uploaded by Bohemiart

I'll admit a certain kinship with ghosts and legendary creatures -- as well as those who hunt them. I have a fascination with the thin walls of this world -- or more accurately, their parting. I enjoy watching where they rip, and peering past such improbable, flimsy, restraints into what lies beyond.

I love where science meets faith and they challenge one another, head on; but unlike like rams at rut, the challenge is more probing and filled with awe. It's like sex. Like good sex.

I like questioning what's here as well as what is, if anything, beyond; and I aspire to create or recreate such possibilities for myself.

But I am no latitudinarian when it comes to the current use of the word "Gothic" and have even less use for those who call themselves "Goth"; for the most part they've taken all the quest, questioning, and longing out of it.

Gothic isn't all dark pessimism; like the architecture, the true philosophy of "Gothic" reaches for the heavens.



More than a stone skeleton of columns and flying buttresses, the arches and spires orchestrate and conspire exploration of limits, suggesting a soul, if not flesh.

Ogive arches simultaneously point to heaven yet acquiesce to the burden, directing the force & weight of the burdens of such an improbable reach. They are designed to both create the light & provide the structure. Thus the imposing structures are as uplifting as they are intimidating.

Spires, like the obelisks before them, were as much spears as prayers. Each spire a show of strength, a demand, an impotent quest... A phallus thrusting for admission, the aching alms of humanity constructed in entreaty and defiance. And wonder.

Lacking in spires leaves one emotionally, and literally, without aspirations. This is why, even when spires were lost quickly -- within just a few short years crumbling & falling from their heights -- they are etched in our minds. Their visual ambitions are recalled; remembered not for failure, but honored for the balls & glory to try.

When those self-described Gothic persons only see or believe in "darkness" and "gloom" without reaching, without romance, they've made it as base as fucking.

It is true that you must omit light to have utter darkness; but to believe it is simple to do, to ignore the battle & dismiss the conquest is folly. Where light probes dark, where dark resists & envelopes light, where one forces the other to give way and submit, this is where the beauty of possibility lies.

Simply starting from, or existing only in, darkness is to miss the the contrast, the interplay.

slivers of light, shivers of delight
despair in the dark, declare in the dark

When people forget to reach for (let alone acknowledge) the light, they miss the beauty. But I thrill at such purpose of discovery.

I find it stimulating how the unknown curls into a ball to protect itself from the parry and thrust of intellect, how beauty cannot be dissected & replicated as the sum of its parts, how seeking is as much about the love & adoration as it is the desire to know -- it must be, for we know we are doomed from the start. We are either doomed to remain ignorant, doomed to our discoveries and have the magic removed, or doomed to only have more questions. We know this, and yet we continue anyway.

I arouse at the intercourse of light and dark, finger tips of one penetrating the other, in the push-comes-to-shove exploration of faith and science in the pursuit of truth... Where force may oft be best plied as a reverent whisper, and the brute force of denial may result in our own scream of anguish. And either may be the surprising key to open the door.

This is why I like power play, power exchange, BDSM, whatever you call it. It's probing, challenging, illumination, squelching... The twisting turns of our bodies and souls. The awe.



It's where the spill of release may be as readily achieved by a soft moan in the ear as it is by a cruel word spate in harsh tones... a feathery touch on a tender place, followed by the hard crack of leather.



Tell me you "can't come that way" and I'll apply my knowledge of you, leveraging your grey matter as well as your physical parts at precise points, until I have you drooling like Pavlov's dog from your genitals -- the orgasm at the end of the world, rending the fabric of your reality.

For you, the sub, it is in the darkness of subspace that you find illumination, salvation, and the desire for more; the soft grey veils part, exposing glimpses of additional mystery. For me, the Domme, a chance to regain, however slight, access to the very same. Even if only in my subs eyes and sighs...

Oh, heavens -- this devious angel has long missed you.

I continue to reach.



(Sorry for the photo proportions; blogger upload wasn't working and so I used the ftp on the fly without resizing.)

Big Man On Campus

According to spam, I can be the college stud with the longest rod.

Now all I need to do is get a sex change, attend college and get their little pills. When you think about it, it's so reasonably priced.

But none of this will teach me what to do with my "longest rod," will it.

Myths Of The Nines

Generally speaking, the "Nines" in Nikki Nines refers to the idea that standard measurements of availability can be misleading. This alone leads folks who hear me speak so call me a geek -- a name tag I wear with pride -- and believe that this is why I've named myself with the number nine.

But then there are the other aspects of my life which lead many to guess at the meaning of naming myself after a number. Some think that "Nine" is for my guns (9mm, the number in my collection etc.). Others think that it's the age I was when my mother died. A few think it's my adoration of Nikki Sixx which lead to my numeral naming. My choice to keep mum on my private life and my career requirements to do the same (my work also being the matter of choices made) leads to even more speculation...

Among other things, I've been accused of being an assassin (if I were, could I admit it?), a model, a bounty hunter (or other hunter/tacker), security detail for celebrities (with my love of music and musicians, typically in said industry), an IT pro, an (unsuccessful, reclusive) artist, a lawyer, an anthropologist, and a criminal profiler.

I'll neither confirm nor deny any of this. I merely point it out to say that the myths of Nikki Nine are plentiful -- and to illustrate that nearly every guess (& its explanation) has to do with intimidation and/or a "lone wolf" personality. Just varying ways of saying I'm unapproachable, even in the underground circles I travel. And this is rather my point -- why I'm about the nines.

The measurements of availability can be misleading.

Darling Nikki Lyrics

Born in 1984, I may or may not have been named Nikki after the Prince song -- but I do have some things in common with the song:

I knew a girl named nikki
I guess u could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said howd u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little nikki grind

She took me 2 her castle
And I just couldnt believe my eyes
She had so many devices
Everything that money could buy
She said sign your name on the dotted line
The lights went out
And nikki started 2 grind

Nikki

The castle started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I cant tell u what she did 2 me
But my body will never be the same
Her lovin will kick your behind
Oh, shell show u no mercy
But shell shonuff shonuff show u how 2 grind

Darlin nikki

Woke up the next morning
Nikki wasnt there
I looked all over and all I found
Was a phone number on the stairs
It said thank u 4 a funky time
Call me up whenever u want 2 grind

Oh, nikki, ohhhh

Come back nikki, come back
Your dirty little prince
Wanna grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind

{backwards at the end...}
Hello, how r u? Im fine. cause I know
That the lord is coming soon, coming, coming soon.