e[lust] #26

By Oliver | Published: May 25, 2011

I’m thrilled my story “Bikery” made it into “This Week’s Top Three Posts” – thank you so much Lilly and editors!

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Bikery – The mental image of Suzy mounting this thing and pedaling herself towards a quaking orgasm flashed across my mind’s eye and I grinned into her face.

If you are monogamous can you learn to be polyamorous? – Do you think that someone who is monogamous can learn to be polyamorous for a partner, or do you think they are courting disaster?

Hot Wax – I detached myself from what she was doing to me. *breathe* She pulled again. I came from the pain, motionless, silent, and helpless to stop it. She continued.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Spring - My eyes wide, there was no time for reaction as another crowd was wandering down the path. Our eyes locked and Daniel smirked, attempting to find something innocuous to say.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

What is Sex Positive? - Just because I create & run something, doesn’t mean I’m a dictator. e[lust] is as much yours as it is mine, and I value the opinions of everyone.

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Bikery

By Oliver | Published: April 28, 2011

All the outdoor tables at the cafe were packed which is why Suzy and I were sitting inside with our beers, watching the slice of sky over Valencia street fade into darkness. It was a one of those rare warm evenings in San Francisco, the kind that comes after an unusually hot fall day. Bikes were locked to every available vertical fixture, including the saplings that lined the block and it seemed like everyone was up for a long night of fun even though it was a Tuesday.

At least we had a table by the big open window so we could watch the crowd out on the sidewalk. I noticed a couple at the curb and gave Suzy a nudge. He was lanky with a mass of dirty blond curls, leaning against the crossbar of his bike with his back to us. She was tall, with arching brows, dark eyes, and a strong jaw; a serious face softened by full, friendly-looking lips and an easy smile. I watched her over his shoulder, her gaze moving to his mouth, then back up with a laugh, a pink tongue wetting her lips. She held her bike in front of her as if she were leaving.

As we watched, he moved a hand onto the seat of the girl’s bike, looked down at it where it now rested, seemingly the result of an unconscious gesture, and then very slowly he traced the length of the crotch-polished leather with his index finger, from back to front, then back again. I saw her suppress a squirm and take in a quick breath, her lips slightly parted, and a blush rose to her cheeks as she laughed. Read More »

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e[lust] #22

By Oliver | Published: January 17, 2011

Enjoy the latest edition of e[lust]. It’s been a while since I submitted anything, but I’m happy to say that my latest story, “The Starlet”, appears under the Erotic Writing section.

Photo courtesy of Lady Grinning Soul

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Erotic asphyxiation: treatments of kink in therapy and the media - Kink and BDSM practitioners often come to an enhanced understanding of their own desires through the emphasis on personal boundaries and communicative consent which arises from a responsible approach to power and pain play.

Mirror, mirror – I found myself back there again, perched on the edge of the white expanse, spreading myself shamelessly in front of the glass

Worry – I’ve been thinking about rape culture more than ever before. On the outside, much of K’s and my play looks like sexual abuse. It’s not, because consent is always central.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

gender and misogyny: responsibility and erotic writing – I spent a good portion of my adult life being gender fluid myself …, and have partnered with several gender fluid folks as a top. Creating representation of us and our eroticism feels so vital to me, so important.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Help End the Backlog - Speaking out works. Taking action works. Silence doesn’t. Politicians on every level need to hear your voice saying “this is unacceptable”. 76%. 3/4. That’s how many rapists get away with it on a national level.

See also: Pleasurists #111 and #112 for all your sex toy review needs

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The Starlet

By Oliver | Published: December 20, 2010

The starlet squirts some very expensive cleanser into her palm, rubs her hands together, brings them up to her face and scrubs off her meticulously applied makeup. “Soon,” she thinks, “I’ll be to old to be called a starlet. They’ll either be calling me a star, or not calling me much at all.” She turns her face up to the rain-soft shower spray and feels the soapy rivulets trickling down the length of her body.

She has spent the day in front of a vast green screen, acting against imaginary costars who had yet to sign on to the sequel to last summer’s blockbuster, and then had come home exhausted to a vast and empty house. She wonders if maybe she should get one of those small, fuzzy dogs that she sees other starlets carrying around in handbags, or a boyfriend to replace the one who’d left last month. “Fuck that” she thinks. Read More »

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Two Lunes and One Haiku

By Oliver | Published: July 16, 2010

A lune is an english language version of the haiku, invented by Robert Kelly (http://ezinearticles.com/?The-Lune:-The-English-Language-Haiku&id=645398). It has a 5-3-5 syllable structure.

1)
My cock, a buffoon’s
dowsing rod,
dipping towards your source.

2)
Ragged-eared tomcat
mewing for
wet pussy dinner.

A standard 5-7-5 syllable haiku:

Black lashes so long
they brush my chest ten feet down
the cafe counter.

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Back on the Blogging Horse

By Oliver | Published: June 6, 2010

I can’t believe it’s been two months since my last post. How pathetic. It’s been a rough spring but hopefully things are looking up now that summer is here. As testament to that, my girl G and I had fun in North Beach last night, starting at Vesuvio’s and ending at Broadway Showgirls, a strip club a few steps down the street. It was the first time we’d been to that club and we thought it was pretty nice. The dancers were beautiful and natural, and I reveled in the absence of pneumatic breasts. Dancer Elizabeth gave us a lapdance together which was a first for us, and she got us both pretty hot and bothered.

That said, whenever I go to a strip club (which is probably about once a year), I always leave wishing for a very different sort of experience, and last night’s adventure was no exception. I’d like something less expensive for one thing. It cost us $30 to get in the door as a couple and beers were $7.50 each. I always tip the dancers generously and don’t mind spending good money on dances, but I resent getting gouged by the house. Also I’d like a more artsy, creative, performance oriented club: less guido, more Burning Man, not so damn generic, with good music and DJs. Something like The Blue Angel Cabaret in NYC: http://www.alicubi.com/nycrfd/nycrfd_06.html. Why can’t there be a club like Blue Angel here in San Francisco? Last month G and I went to a burlesque show at a bar in the Mission. That was cheap and really fun, but NOT very sexy I’m sorry to say. I want a place that fills that wide void between burleque and strip club. I think it would a big hit in SF. I’d open it myself if I knew anything about running a club.

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e[lust] #11

By Oliver | Published: April 6, 2010

Wow – I’m so excited, not only to be included in e[lust], but to have my story, “Artist and Model“, featured as one of “This Week’s Top Three Posts”! Thank you Lilly and editors, I’m very honored!


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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Sometimes poly IS hard – The difficulties one faces in managing healthy interpersonal relationships, and the skills one employs in overcoming those difficulties, are the same whether you are monogamous or poly or something in between.

Artist and Model – I’m drawing her furiously along with everyone else in the class. I know her name is Janice because a long time ago we’d been acquaintances, then lovers for a night, and then I didn’t see or hear from her again.

His Boots – He’s my fix. I’m his addiction. Maybe we’re just each other’s junkies? I can never tell when i’m close enough to breathe him in I cease to care about anything else.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

I need a new highway….

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Nerds are NOT this season’s must-have accessory - Being a nerd doesn’t mean you grew up unpopular and tormented, that you have a high-paying job, that you like Star Trek, that you’re socially awkward, that you never exercise, that you run Linux on your computer, that you’re highly educated, that you have low self esteem, or that you have trouble getting dates.

See also: Pleasurists #71 for all your sex toy review needs.

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Easter Dinner

By Oliver | Published: April 5, 2010

Happy Easter! I had some time on this rainy Easter Sunday to reflect on spring, renewal, love, and the pleasures of the flesh. Life is ridiculously short, so take this as an opportunity to renew yourself, love each other, and give and receive pleasure. Here’s my depiction of one of the many courses in this movable feast.

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Movable Feast: charcoal, 5.5" x 8.5"

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Artist and Model

By Oliver | Published: March 26, 2010

Janice looks sleepy, her wide set eyes half closed as if she’s contemplating a dream, her brown fingers twitch slightly on her collarbone. Her afro springs from her head in whimsical tufts and frames her small, proud face. She’s lying naked and still on the charcoal-stained surface of the dais in the middle of the studio and we surround her in a disorderly ring or chairs, easels, and benches. I’m drawing her furiously along with everyone else in the class.

I know her name is Janice because a long time ago we’d been acquaintances, then lovers for a night, and then I didn’t see or hear from her again. At the time a mutual friend told me that she’d left to become part of an “intentional community” in South Carolina. Someone else said she’d gone back to New Zealand. I’ve thought about her a lot since then always assuming I’d never see her again, but here she is in San Francisco, 3000 miles away from Northampton, Massachusetts, seven years later, lying naked in front of me.

It’s as though she’d materialized out of thin air and her entrance into the studio was almost as sudden. Only forty minutes ago, Rob, our instructor, had wearily announced that the model had called and was running late. Then Janice ran into the room fifteen minutes later. Instead of going into the bathroom to change into a robe as is the custom, she’d simply stripped off her clothes and hopped up onto the platform with an apologetic smile at Rob and started moving through a series of quick poses with barely a glance at us. I’d recognized her the instant she’d appeared in the black-curtained doorway and my heart had started hammering so hard I was worried that in the concentrated silence of the studio people would turn and stare at the sound coming from my chest.

Now she’s moved on to longer poses. I’ve been sitting five feet away from the chocolate softness of her right thigh for the last twenty minutes, trying to draw as my palms leave wrinkled blisters on my paper. I’m holding my pencil too tight, my head is buzzing like a hive of bees, and I feel warm and swollen as if warm honey is running down my spine and filling the crotch of my jeans. Visions of that night seven years ago run through my fevered mind in vivid loops.

There was a party on a summer night so warm and humid that it rubbed against the skin like a wet cat with a fever. It was a Friday get together at Vincent’s place, a forty-five minute drive into the countryside outside of Northampton, Massachusetts, and a particularly large crowd had shown up, filling the downstairs of his roomy Cape. Soon after I’d walked in, Tina, Vince’s excitable girlfriend, had cornered me in the kitchen and spent a long time telling to me about her latest idea for a documentary about some indie band that I’d never heard of. Gerry, who’d just finished his degree in Environmental Law at Yale, and a few of his buddies from his Ultimate Frisbee team held an aggressively jocular conversation around the refrigerator, guarding their stash of microbrew. Read More »

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Three Haikus

By Oliver | Published: March 17, 2010

I’m working on a story that’s taking me a long time for some reason. I’m close to finishing it though, and in the meantime, here are a few haikus I’ve written on my commute.

When you look at me
You steal my skin, revealing
Complicated flesh.

My cock and your cunt
Fueling salty fusion
Dark orbits quicken.

I love sixty-nine
Tongues finding the slippery truth:
Ying-yang is yummy!

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