Shame and Humiliation

Are you kidding? No tattoos, no piercings, thinning grey crew cut, pale blue eyes, gold rimmed glasses and the only black leather I have is my wallet, shoes and a belt. Monogamous, stay-at-home, academic orchid lover . . . with a strong sense of the rediculous. If that makes me kinky . . .

I SAID "in your imagination." I've read your Halloween entry, you know -- oh, my, how terribly vanilla! :)

Besides, you can't always tell by what people look like. I appear to be a perfectly ordinary middle-aged woman, at least from a distance. :)
 
I SAID "in your imagination." I've read your Halloween entry, you know -- oh, my, how terribly vanilla! :)

Besides, you can't always tell by what people look like. I appear to be a perfectly ordinary middle-aged woman, at least from a distance. :)

That's the strange part. I wrote it out of what I thought was ridiculous and people loved it. Maybe I should call myself the Confused Vanilla Straight Guy. Either that or somewhere deep within the second or third basement of my brain . . . Teddy waits!
 
:confused::confused::confused:

Are there innings? Downs? Chuckers? Do you get different numbers of points for any given act?

Once again, I am totally in the dark, Vanilla Straight Guy that I am.
um... Kinda tends to be one inning, or session, or round, per night. or day. it depends, though. Each game is individually scored. I think it depends on the players and the playing pieces...

*ahem* Have I mentioned that I'm very tall and weigh quite a lot? I'm not super-strong, but my reach and weight advantage over most women is quite large. :)
Why, yes, you have... :cattail:
 
That's the strange part. I wrote it out of what I thought was ridiculous and people loved it. Maybe I should call myself the Confused Vanilla Straight Guy. Either that or somewhere deep within the second or third basement of my brain . . . Teddy waits!

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I very rarely like Nonconsent stories, and I didn't like that aspect of your story. So, hey, I'm a dangerous sadomasochist -- it says so right here on the label -- and something about your story was a little much for me. :) As for the thing in the basement, we purposely make Halloween silly, to take the fear out of death. I think it might have been perceived differently if it weren't a Halloween story.
 
Exactly! Most non-consent stories are utterly stupid in their very concept. Nobody likes being assaulted unless it's a game and two thirds of us, if Pat Califi is be believed, don't even like it in a game. And I've never heard anyone who fell in love with a rapist except in the dubious circumstances of the Stockholm syndrome.

Moreover, I tried to imply that there was a switch to submissive bisexuality in it as well, another totally dimbulb conceit. So it was a joke from the outset. Just like Halloween, where all the screams and shrieks are for laughs and the only ones truly scared are toddlers.
 
Back to shame. I am not interested in humiliation except as fodder in my novels.

What would make me feel shame today? The closest thing I could dig up has to do with my children, again.

I have lots of nude pics, some perfectly compromising. If, for some reason, they got posted on a website without my knowledge and one of my chilldren saw them, I would feel mortified. Is that close to shame?

I can just hear it now, Hey, Mom, my son might say, I was surfing the net last night looking at porn at my friend's house and I saw a great picture of you sucking cock. Nice job, Mom. (You see, I have very outspoken children, just like me). I, on the other hand, would want to quickly dig a hole so I could climb into it and hide. LOL

That is it. My attempt at imaginary shame.
 
The electricity is palpable on this side of the screen, I'm not ashamed to say... :cattail:
 
One can only hope for the eventual perfection of teledildonics...
 
Doc, I get the sense that sex is usually a competition in your mind, yet I'd be surprised as all hell if you turned out to be a rapist. In what sense is sex a competition when both parties consent?

The paradigm I'm thinking of in all these examples is the seduction of someone you've had your eye on for a long time -- someone you've really wanted. Someone you want to impress and say something special to with your lovemaking. Or maybe that's just me. Maybe I'm the only one who wants to impress someone by being a good lover. Maybe I should be happy just to lie there and let that person do to me what they want or just do what I want without paying attention to them. But yeah, I see it as a kind of competition.

You're competing with each other to give pleasure. You're competing to take what you want as well. Someone's going to come first. You want it to be her. That's selfish. Sometimes you're giving and you want it to be you. You're competing for control, to maintain control of yourself and not turn into a sexual beast before she does. You're both trying to drive each other out of your minds, so that's a competition. What else is it?

I don't play nice and I don't take turns. It's ropes and whips and biting and scratching with me; man vs. woman, struggling for dominance, trying to shame each other with pleasure and see how much they can take. Now maybe that makes me a sick fuck but I don't care. That's the way sex is for me, hot and wild and passionate, half love and half fight, and that's way I want it.:D
 
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That is the most healthy competition out there, that is. Thanks so much for saying it so eloquently, dearest Doc.
 
The paradigm I'm thinking of in all these examples is the seduction of someone you've had your eye on for a long time -- someone you've really wanted. Someone you want to impress and say something special to with your lovemaking. Or maybe that's just me. Maybe I'm the only one who wants to impress someone by being a good lover. Maybe I should be happy just to lie there and let that person do to me what they want or just do what I want without paying attention to them. But yeah, I see it as a kind of competition.

You're competing with each other to give pleasure. You're competing to take what you want as well. Someone's going to come first. You want it to be her. That's selfish. Sometimes you're giving and you want it to be you. You're competing for control, to maintain control of yourself and not turn into a sexual beast before she does. You're both trying to drive each other out of your minds, so that's a competition. What else is it?

I don't play nice and I don't take turns. It's ropes and whips and biting and scratching with me; man vs. woman, struggling for dominance, trying to shame each other with pleasure, see how much they can take. Now maybe that makes me a sick fuck but I don't care. That's the way sex is for me, hot and wild and passionate, half love and half fight.
Knew there was something fabulous about you!:rose:
 
And, I feel sudden urge to fight over her with you Doc, is that shameful?

Strip poker maybe, that way we can all play - no cheating Allard...
 
XssVe,

I am sending you thoughts right now and cards are not in this game plan. Think of me, bending over in a football hike position with only one hand on the floor... you get the picture?

Doc, the best part is when you call that half love / half fight thing a tie and have a rematch, as soon as humanly possible. LOL

Allard
 
Is my tongue hanging on the floor the male equivalent of a swoon?
 
Yes, that particular football hiker position is a fav of mine. Chest down, butt high, makes my juices flow... and then comes the tackling part...
 
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