Victoria Sent

“All Laws are an attempt to domesticate the natural ferocity of the species” –John W. Gardner, Secretary of Health, Welfare, and Education for the 36th U.S. President Lyndon Johnson

Response

“I love how the Government,the Church and the old Ice Queen up the Street care where I put my Dick. I Wonder how they would feel if I cared what they did with their genitals?”  – Malflic Sexual Deviant, Social Activist, and  Obsessive Fan of Everything Friday

She couldn’t help herself Suzi was the kind of woman who noticed everything and almost everyone noticed her.  Her body left quite the impression.  Her personality was even more stunning only to be out down by her ravishingly sharp wit.

Despite all the outward sign of success she was a woman filled with unquenchable needs and unrelenting desires.  Only time would tell if these things would be her ultimate undoing but in the mean time she was taking everything shoe could from each passing moment,  The moment she stopped her little German number with the top down and the bartender caught her eye all the way from the valet stand she knew what she wanted but one question remained.  How would she get it.

Suzi was a lot of things. Patient was never one of them.  She could feel the crystals on the to of her g sting caressing the to of her ass with each long confident and purposeful stride.  She was the kind of woman who stopped traffic not only in a one horse town but on the freeway at rush hour.  Moments later Suzi had found her clients and they had made their way to the bar where the warm air and soon to be fleeting sunshine still glistened in the early evening air.

While everyone else ordered libations that would make the royal navy stagger and put a few marines under the table Suzi sipped her over priced water and played the all to affable host.  She was in her own words a madam to her industry helping the idealistically charged find the financially capable or truly enthusiastic.  It was no different than getting  20 year old with a raging hard on a hooker for the week.   Sure someone’s heart would get broken but in the mean time everyone got what they needed.

She moved with ease and grace through the most odd and inconvenient social situations placing match maker, pimp or madam.  Investment bankers need to buy things, entrepreneurs so often need funding and none of them really have a soul.   She eyed the bartender playfully gauging the response her daringly low cut blouse all but inviting lingering glances.  In this case the bartender couldn’t help but notice as her full round breasts were perched just above the height of the bar and the outer lace trim from her sof pink bra has slipped barely in view.  A hint of elegance mixed with the tawdry.  The bartender looked up and was shocked to have been caught stealing a glance.  Their face flushed  red immediately offering a wide easy bight eyed apologetic smile.  Suzi’s eyes glistened back, she stutied the bar keeps chest for a few seconds lingering seconds before making eye contact again and then offering a smile of her own that said not only was all forgiven it was in fact she was just fine with what happened..

Bartenders were her ultimate challenge since they are always besieged with honry drunkards, and traveling business people trying to make them miss last night.  Suzi’s gaze lingered one more time before she spun on her heels and Jimmy Choos click across the floor while she swung her hips in a most luring manner, her light whimsical skirt tracing her figure, thighs glistening like a Greek goddess.  The bartender couldn’t help but watch and even the gay men took notice of the elegance and understated sexuality she exuded.  Suzi looked back made eye contact again and thought to herself.  Game on the bar tender was in play and might not be that hard of a catch after all.

I decided to let you all in on a little game I play everyday with my good friend Miss Victoria.  She’s quite the well read literary type and sends her play thing, the Key Limey, and a few others a quote of the day by some famous or literary type.  My role is to pervert it, or rant back in a short form so type of counter quote sending it back to all the others who then make snide comments and what not.  Any how hope you enjoy it.

Miss Victoria sent me

” Some Friendships are made by nature, some by contract, some by interest, and other by souls”  –Jeremy Taylor, English Author and Clergyman

Response

“I had a soul once but think I lost it in a game of hopscotch.   Well ether that or I lent it to some little harlot who brought it back all tarnished.  I suppose I should be grateful she brought it back at all but look at me now.” — Malflic Pornographer, Poet, and Mexican Food Addict

For those of you playing along

Victoria Sent

“When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.”

–Ralph Ellison, American author

Repsonse

“Sometimes its better to pretend you aren’t really who you are. Case in point otherwise I’d have to go through life alternating between a  darth vader and grim reaper costumer”   — Malflic, Repressed Pastry Chef

Well if you’ve been kinky for any length of time sooner or later a play scene despite your best efforts goes somewhere unintended.   Sometimes it’s just the mindset of the folks playing, what is so often hot and erotic just seems like too much or every once in a while I’ll admit uninspired.  Sometimes even well inspected gear breaks, ropes just aren’t perfect, either for the top of the bottom, batteries go dead, impact toys crack. It happens, so identify the issue, deal with it, communicate, and move one.  It sounds so easy.  I’m pretty good about just letting things roll off and moving on. There aren’t too many things I’m not sure how to discuss or bring up.   This however was one of them. I wasn’t sure what had happened or why.  The ironic part is when I took her somewhere she didn’t want to be anywhere near it wasn’t a scene and we weren’t playing.

So it’s a Saturday afternoon and of all things we were doing some last minute decorating before company came by for the holidays.  It was really just a quiet afternoon in a nondescript suburb not exactly the stuff that makes for a hot scene, rough sex, or even bad over produced porn.  Standard fare in my life is when the Chesty Blonde walks by I tend to smack her ass.  Depending on the variables it could be anything from a playful pat to a few crisp swats with my hand.  It’s part of the dynamic of our relationship, the verbal banter between us as it happens, the taunting and teasing with her sticking her cute ass out daring me smack it.  When in the kitchen she knows not to hand me a wooden spoon unless she plans on taking a few licks from it.  We’ve been together for going on 20 years so it’s rare that there is any truly new ground we cover. I know her limits very well and in particular there are things or more specifically types of toys that we avoid because they take her to a place that is not something enjoyable just by the mere sight of them.  Her bent over and my hand on her ass isn’t one of those things.

As we moved back and forth picking things out of the storage bins she was doing most of the bending over…yeah I know imagine that.  And well I was doing most of the walking, reaching, and hanging. Again no great stretch.  I know my limits as well and when it comes to decorating it is putting things where she thinks they belong.   About 30 minutes in my route becomes one that out of necessity involves me having to squeeze behind her along the wall while dodging the boxes.  I placed my hand on her lower back simply for balance.  Really it was just my finger tips and no down ward pressure, nothing more followed by 3 of 4 playful smacks as I passed.  The kind that make a little clapping sound but don’t start to sting or bite at all even on a bare ass let alone over a pair of jeans.  As she looked back at me I expected a sharp comment or snide remark. What I got was a “please don’t hold me down and do that” and eyes that told me she was in a really bad place and that I had inadvertently hit a long hidden nerve.

It seemed odd to me after all not that many days before I had her willingly pinned across my lap putting a dark shade of red in to her sexy little ass.  Pinning her down was not anything new.  It was again in one way or another fairly old hat.  Like so many things there are nights where it is about the struggle and physical strength.  I haven’t been going to the gym incessantly for years just because I like to, there has always been the physical strength requirement in our dynamic.  I like them curvy and kinky and she likes them strong.  Other times the play is about the willing submission and going along with my dark and twisted whims in the name of a good time for all.  This was neither but still we were somewhere that was not good.  So a soft kiss and back about the business of decorating.  She was not interested in talking about what had happened in the previous seconds.

In a lot of ways it upset me.  I never want to see a look like that again, it wasn’t the words it was the tone of them but mostly it was her eyes. Not anger, annoyance, or even fear it was something different, something that I had never seen before.  I tried to ask again later that night about the event, she wasn’t talking.  It was frustrating that she couldn’t tell me.  So for days frankly I stayed away from our usual dynamic and when she at one point asked what was going on I explained that I didn’t get what had happened days before.  In the end it was her position and how I placed my hand lightly on her lower back that caused the reaction.

This is a strange thing we do in a lot of ways.  I can do absolutely wicked things to a person’s body and have them love it but then do something for balance that I would not have thought twice about with a non kinky lover and suddenly it’s all sideways.  Just another reminder to me that no matter how long we’ve been together and all the things we’ve done we both still have issues and demons from our pasts. Despite our best efforts if we don’t communicate them we’ll end up in a bad scene we never thought would go that way.

Why Can’t you Say Gang Banged?

I don’t get it. Is it really that suggestive a word? So I’m out surfing the web for a few fun songs and videos on a Friday Afternoon. Along the way someone sends me a link to a lurid s&m scene. Pretty cool. Another friend sends me a few of their home made Fetish vids…nice start. I watch my favorite rope maker rant. Read a little something from one of my favorite erotic writers but despite the distractions I’m still in the mood for something light hearted so I head on over to my search engine of choice and think to myself “Where do all the Porn Starts go?” So I find the ever clear video for Volvo Driving Soccer Mom. One of my all time favorite feel good tunes. Then again I like a healthy dose of sarcasm and Irony with my social commentary and need to buy another car so why not a Volvo.

Volvo Driving Soccer Mom

Bill | MySpace Video

Maybe I like the song because I can relate to the concept of a wild soul becoming a button down type at least on the surface. Maybe I like it because a lover of mine had a pet rat and Tracy holds a special place in my heart even all these years later.  I’ve kept the company of dancers, and then again there is the fact I did ride to high school in a Volvo my freshman year while my friends mom was getting her full out Swedish driving speed freak on. You really shouldn’t teach 14 year olds some things and threshold braking going in to corners probably is one of them.

But that’s not the point. The point is half way through the tune they bleeped out the word Gang Bang. WTF? Really 3 minutes ago I was watching a girl with a massive strap on do another moaning girl in the ass while calling her a slut but someone feels the need to censor the word gang bang from a music video?
So I attribute it to that particular version of the video. Wrong! I watch it on 4 video sites and everyone had the word bleeped. OK let’s review the imagery and words that were allowed to be heard.
It’s ok to say you had sex in the bathroom at the Prom, as long as it’s done in around about way. It’s Ok to show a young woman getting up and kissing her pet rat (I’ve seen that act live years ago it looks better on video) So I step away from this topic for a few days. After all I do go on my censorship rants from time to time. Enter a calm Monday morning I’m on my 8th cup of coffee and nearly functional.

Ironically I was reading an email from Diva’s English Teacher (Diva is my 16 year old daughter) when I decided to pick the topic back up. Why because this Semester she has to read the seminal classic on censorship Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. While I tend to disagree with the other’s politics that used similar themes in recent times and even Mr. Bradbury’s politics in most cases none the less the book is relevant. Then D has too read a book from a list of banned books which was interesting to me in and of itself.  Odds are I won most of them because they were once banned.

Continuing on in the song you can have a threesome and have your own sister be one of the involved parties which potentially crosses a boundary taboo pretty much everywhere. Yes I am aware of the fact you can have a threesome with two sisters who do not have any physical contact with each other there for avoiding the previously mentioned introduction of the obscurely referenced taboo.

You can talk about getting busted for possessing and or using drug related paraphernalia, you can talk about being wild, rebellious, and perhaps even allude to being promiscuous by sleeping with a man out of wed lock which has been traditionally frowned upon. You can show soft core girl on girl action. Wax poetically about being a porn star turned boring blond suburban republican house wife. You can show in a very sexy manner the flirtatious touching of a bump and grind lap dance, fuck me pumps, and the excessively dangerous activity of meeting a man from the strip club in a dark alley after work.

Not one condom was shown when the illusion of non monogamous sex was being engaged in. Still they censored the word gang banged? What is wrong with a good old fashion gang bang as long as everyone involved is a willing participant? Do I think any of the things I pointed out should be censored? Of course not. The only thing I think should have been removed from the video was the MILF type in the pink terry cloth sweat suit. It just sends the wrong message and pinky terry cloth offends me. And there you have it folks the beauty of idiots who censor things, what is offensive to some things like the word gang bang don’t cause others to even blink and eye.

No I’m off to start a new organization NA – ASS the National Association- Against Sweat Suits. My platform is simple if you are hot and not going to or from the gym you should be prohibited by both civil and divine law from treating athletic apparel as everyday clothing items.

I think for the first fundraiser I’ll host a gang bang broadcast live over the internet.

Happy Friday Everyone. Here’s something fun and of course a little dirty to kick off a raunchy sex filled weekend.

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Show Notes

The Lesbian Sex Edition

This Episode is a first in a lot of way first off it is the first full girl on girl only story Mal’s featured on Exercising my demons but more importantly it’s also the first time he’s featured another person’s writing. Today’s episode was done with the permission of John Sleestaxx and Features Chapter 2 correspondence from his Book “In my neighborhood”

To learn more about Reverend John Sleestaxx look him up on twitter, visit his blog Journal of a Marginalized White Male and download his books “With a Mouth Full of Razor Blades” and of course “In My Neighborhood” free of charge and in their entirety at feed books.

Today’s host and reading was done by your friendly neighborhood kinkster Malflic.

Consider this a rant and while there are my usual crude and sexual references there is nothing more here than my opinion based on some recent events. Hint it’s not erotic or dirty.

And just because you’re all dressed up it doesn’t mean you know what you’re doing. I spent much of my youth in clubs and smoky bars watching over dressed posers pretend to be rock stars and some skinny scraggly kid in the tattered pair of Levi’s he lived in because they were his only pair get on stage with a cheap guitar and smoke their sorry asses musically. It’s one thing if your band sucks, it’s another thing if your bands sucks but you can market the hell out of it. Despite that image alone won’t make you. Now taking a walk on the wild side away from the clubs, the vice, and the sin of the dark side and enter my life today. A world of greed, high stakes deals, and well lust.

I look like the old guy in the J Crew catalogs mostly when going through life, Polos’s and sweaters, thought out pants or jeans and over priced shoes. During the day I’m the typical MBA fuck wad Brooks Brothers wearing type guy. It is the Rock Star uniform of my profession and just like the great bands of the 80’s I am surrounded by talentless wanna be’s on occasion. So I choose my group of friends like you would a super group, people who have been there and done that, know what it takes to be a star, still have their chops(or may be better than ever). And guess what? Have no crippling addictions including stupidity. In truth my look is a cross between a bank president and the Gordon Gekco character. In a way I am a bit of peacock wearing fine garments and distinctive ties. Sometimes bold and colorful other times classic. Stripes and patterns in strong colors. I’m not only a dick but I play a giant erection for a living. Which brings me to the point of today’s rant. Clothes alone may not make you what you want to be.

When going to a business meeting a mid 30’S white guy should not wear a burnt orange shirt with a purple tie and putty pants. It doesn’t work. You look like a fucking clown just add big shoes, a group of screaming 8 year olds, balloon tricks and cake.
I’ve rocked a Black suit with a red shirt and red tie. At the time though I was supposed to be the Devil and the host of a heaven and hell party theme party I was throwing. I would never wear that combination to a business meeting any more than my combat boots and cargo shorts. We’re all supposedly grown ups and we’re not in media or entertainment so perhaps try to look like you have a clue.
Give me a hapless somewhat crumpled absolutely brilliant technical mind over a well dressed empty suit any day. But times they are changing and as I watch more people struggle to get out of business casual and back in to sport coats and suits remember this. You can dress for success but you need to be smart. Your half assed lack of insight and nonexistent virtuosity makes you a chump. You my friend are a dinosaur and I am the ice age. That is assuming another predator doesn’t kill and eat you first.
Maybe it’s the schools faults that you can’t think, that you can’t be insightful in any meaningful way and being bold alone is not enough but it helps. Shallow doesn’t work and closed minded is the kiss of death. Maybe it’s you mothers fault you can’t dress yourself.
What do you read? How often? Does it matter? Here’s a hint A nice diet of actually useable material about your industry or profession mixed in with a little global insight not from the cable news channels or NY times will give the ability to mix in facts and perspective from the Playboy article about the Somali Pirates with facts from the same topic in the financial times and the economist and no one will know you also enjoy porn. Interestingly enough I think Playboy had one of the better articles on the topic.

Don’t get me wrong I like a healthy does of all things carnal, and great erotica but it’s a balance with professional obligations as the world around me changes everyday both technologically, politically and economically. (BTW I believe that we will have another down turn before we hit a real recovery)
America has by and large lost the ability to dress for the occasion. Jeans are not formal, there is no such thing as “your good sweat suit”. With rare exceptions by and large we are a nation of under dressed. In church, at returaunts, and even the theater.

Say whatever you like about my morality and lifestyle. Here’s what I do know. I know how to dress for the occasion or event I’m attending. Yes I am a slave to quality, brand and price but it’s the effort and general look that matters not the price. If you are a man and can’t tie a tie learn and put one on once in a while. Having something around your neck does not mean you are suddenly into breath pay and you wife is going to choke you when you cum. I dress conservatively in most situations, Suits for business, weddings, funerals, and anywhere that takes a reservation. I adjust for the region I’m in but prefer to be slightly over dressed.
I wear a costume to costume parties, I wear shorts and sweats to the gym, to go for a run or athletic events only, I have Dickies for work pants in the yard. Denim in a country club is a cardinal sin, too little sun screen at a nude beach will ruin your evening plans.

Now that you know how to dress its time to get a little smarter. Because if you don’t a group of well dressed guys and girls just like me and my friends are going to show up at your customer’s, your employer’s, your girlfriend’s, or your doorstep and guess what we’re not poseurs. We’re been reading and studying. We’ve done the work and know what it takes. We’re planning it all out and don’t let the nice smiles fool you we are ruthless and will do everything we can to take whatever it is we want.

So dress like a rock start, twirl your mic, hump your guitar, party too much, and maybe even try to get laid by some fat girl in your broken down old van. But remember just because you’re wearing leather pants it doesn’t mean your a rock star a fact that will be painfully obvious when I come to your town and show you how it’s really done.

Sexy Lingerie, Sexuality, and some Random thoughts about Beauty and Confidence

So there is the scene in old school where Frank the Tank (the Will Ferrell Character) is sitting in couple’s therapy with his rail thin not so hip wife.  He was talking about wondering what kind of panties a waitresses may have been wear and his wife’s disgust grew with each passing word.  At the heart of the matter it was a classic case of where boys are just boys and the typical woman is uptight about it.  Fortunately for me it’s not a world I live in.  Oh sure I wonder, at times I might even ask after all I exist to be a shameless flirt.  The difference is my partner the Chesty Blonde only worries about Brunettes.  Given my history with raven haired women and bad choices it’s probably a legitimate concern.

So my good friend Victoria sends me all kinds of things, but this ad captures that wondering like little else I’ve seen.  Sure it’s stylized, sure she is a model type and not the average woman, but at the very end its her eyes that tell the story.  It is her eyes that make it so very alluring.

Sexiness for everyone from Glow Berlin on Vimeo.

Odds are though if you’re reading this though you’re the type of soul; male or female that has the exact kind of thoughts Frank the Tank did.  What is that hot woman wearing or not wearing.   Is she a thong, g string or briefs kind of girl.  Do you imagine her in red lace, black silk, maybe even a little crotchless number or even latex panties.

So often as I pass through the airports, hotel lobbies and skyscrapers of the world occasionally looking across the way and seeing a woman that I can only hope is an enlightened sexual creature, confident, bold, adventurous and beautiful in her own unique way.   Sadly though more often than not it’s probably not the case.  This isn’t about being Poly, a swinger, or even kinky.  It’s about a healthy body image and attitude toward sex for a purpose other than procreation.  Sex for pleasure, for a connection to another soul and even for the release it brings.

What bothers me is really that so many people male and female seem to have poor self images.  Body hang ups and god knows what else.  Is it a by product of media and advertising? Maybe to some extent but god knows there are enough religious and political organizations both on the left and the right ( Christian coalition & National Organization for Women are two examples) who are in their own way propagating the debate with their own don’t flaunt it or exploit it messages.  Modesty has its place but I wonder how much if affects suzy the soccer mom’s own self image and sexual practices with in the confines of her own relationship (marriage counts).

Granted I’m a hedonist with a kinky streak so when the word representative public gets thrown around I don’t fit the bill.  I’ve been to nude beaches, sex parties, kink events, and “specialty resorts” in the course of my adult life.  I don’t look like an underwear model and I’m not hung like a John Holmes but at the end of the day somewhere along they way and in my case early one I figured out I liked sex for sex’s stake.  My body wasn’t a lot better or any worse than anyone else’s and became comfortable in my own skin almost immediately.

It seems that swingers and kinksters have embraced who they are and what gets them off perfection be damned.  I’m not looking for the perfect scene, the greatest lay, or the divine blow job.  Intending rather to make the most of each and every encounter, and try to get your partner off more than yourself is the simple philosophy that has worked for me for years.  I listen to my traditionally minded friends whine about their partners, the lack of sex, creativity, or adventure.  I wonder why don’t they bring it up?  Are they afraid to ask and find a compromise that works for both of them? Everyone has boundaries but are they real limits or ones that were established to keep their own hang-ups covered.  Is the other one really that uptight?

In one example I know that to be the case but in all fairness I’m not sure I could keep up with her appetites but it would be damn fun trying and probably nothing a nice collection vibrators, a stack of batteries, a few good sized butt plugs, some lube and a little less sleep wouldn’t pacify.  Then again I love a challenge and would fuck her six ways from Sunday as warm up all while she talked like a filthy little slut the entire time.  The last part is an assumption since she makes ordering dinner seem so very dirty.

I choose to live in an adult amusement park.  I know that everybody has hang ups, issues and short comings and sex is no different than anything else.   Maybe my reality isn’t any more real than those storybook characters in fables and fantasyland.  My Fantasy land is different, its where everyone feels sexy no matter who they are and what they do.  Not everyone has a water proof vibe by their tub, a bullet vibrator in their purse, and a toy bag next to their bed filled with things to meet their every need and then some when shared with a partner they are connected with.  Still I like to think they do.  I very much choose to live in a world where no matter what everyone sees their own sexiness underneath whatever it is they pass through the world as.  A world where people don’t utter slut at a woman who chooses to show her body off, or whore at someone who profits from her own sexuality.  I’ve always said we’re all whores in my case its my mind I whore out on a daily basis.

I wonder how much all of the name calling and judging is based on personal beliefs rather than perceptions caused by the view of their own body issues.

Now about those panties?  Trust me it’s OK my wife is wondering the same exact thing and yes she does have a vibrator or two in her purse.  As a matter of fact she might be wearing one right now and this is the wireless remote.  So do you want to try it out?