How do you get an audience’s attention? It’s easy: you have the first few minutes of your movie show various people getting it on while a snappy rap about safe sex plays in the background. And remember what we said about only watching movies with at least one orgasm during the opening credits? Yeah, this movie is definitely watchable.
This Saturday, slave-boy and I went to our first play party in a long time. Yesterday I wrote about the setup and the beginning of the party here. In this post, I let slave-boy tell you about the actual scene that Mistress G, he, and I did that night – apparently for the viewing pleasure of the entire party.
Oh, Vicki Chase. You just couldn’t keep from mad shredding on the guitars upon the walls, couldn’t keep from tickling the ivories a spell, couldn’t keep from naked drumming at your neighborhood locally-owned music shop. Heck, you probably even snuck a guitar pick (lord knows where). Well, now you’re in for it! Those employees weren’t kidding. Now you’re getting flogged in the tit and being made to come in front of all the other browsing customers. How does that feel? Well, pretty good we’d imagine. We kind of wish all petty theft perpetrators were handled this way. We’d be a lot more inclined to look up when the alarm goes off at Duane Reade…
And we were all atwitter when these folks were on their in-car BJ! Little did we know that was just the beginning. We’re pretty sure those two dudes chillin’ outside caught a glimpse of this babe’s bobbing head — greater than a dashboard bobblehead, that’s for sure — yet they still go about their business of sitting. We’d at least do a double take. And then furtively try to see as much as we could within the realm of only slightly pervy taste.
We may not be going to a wild European sex club packed with stripper studs, but tonight is New Year’s Eve and we’ll be damned if we don’t carry this pervtastic orgy spirit along with us in our party adventures. Luckily we’ve got the kind of friends who don’t mind a little feelin’ up, and might like a sexy striptease to “Auld Lang Syne”.
As regular mass transit riders, we don’t really find much sexy about the subway–but then again, our commute is more likely to be filled with sleepy, cranky commuters than gorgeous pornstars getting down and dirty. Oh, to live in the world of Sex On Mass Transit, where every bus fare gets you a peek at someone’s privates. Someone attractive‘s privates, even.
The Kink Armory in San Francisco is obviously designed for all sorts of crazy bondage, but sometimes the building itself can feel too constrictive and claustrophobic. Claire Adams found herself feeling this way when she was handed the reins for her first Hogtied feature, so she took a whole crew out to the Grand Canyon, suspended Penny Pax and Cherry Torn from some rocks, and let Danny Wylde do his thing. It’s a magical scene.
