Boy River, Flossie and Optimus I love working with KinkyCast, but this past weekend at SELF, it really got in the way of my sexual satisfaction. We were so busy talking to people, I never got around to having any sex all weekend. It hardly seems fair. I hope you people appreciate my sacrifice.
We'll be putting together a HUGE podcast episode with all the SELF interviews, but in the meantime, I'll tell you about the fun we had!
The KC crew arrived Thursday night and as soon as the luggage was dropped in the room, LD Beast strapped on the mobile recording gear and we were off hunting our prey: interesting kinky folk!
One of the complications of the weekend was that we didn’t actually know everybody we wanted to talk to by sight. Heck, in this Internet age, I’ve got friends I’ve known for years that I’ve never actually seen face to face. And in the kinky world where many of us don’t put our real faces out there, I’ve got friends that I wouldn’t recognize if they walked up to me on the street, unless they showed me their boobs, tattoos, last week’s bruises or penises.
It didn’t help that the badges, while being quite large, featured names printed in 10-point type. (Seriously?) In order to read someone’s name, I had to lean in three inches from their chest, or, in many cases, their bosom. While I don’t necessarily mind this intimate proximity to strange breasts and pecs, some of the people I approached drew back in alarm at this invasion of their personal space.
It was even more awkward when, after leaning close enough to read the name tag, I realized that the person was not who I’d thought they were. Some of them must have thought I was nuts when I just smiled and said, “Nice to see you!”
Not to mention the people I scared the crap out of by abruptly squealing, “Oh, Lord Such-and-Such, I’ve been looking all over for you!”
I am still appalled at the way my ADHD kicked in during an interview with SouthEast Bootblack 2013 Madeline Sparkles, when I suddenly cried out, “Ponies!” when I spied a lovely latex-clad pony girl behind her. Madeline, if you are reading this, I’ll say it again: I am so sorry if I damaged your hearing. My only excuse is that I am easily distracted by shiny, sexy things. And you, too, were a shiny, sexy thing! Madeline was so adorable I wanted to take her home with me.
We’ve been doing KinkCast podcasts in the studio every week since February, but this was our first venture out in the world with a mobile setup. We popped our cherry with none other than Flossie Nadon, Ms. SELF 2013. She’s got a sweetheart of a smile, but there’s a devil in those eyes!
Maybe it was the lack of sex that caused me to form a few hopeless crushes like the one I developed on Optimus, Mr. SouthEast LeatherFest 2013, aka Sir Raymond Onyx. He’s a total doll and he knows it, LOL. Throughout our interview, Optimus gazed sexily into my eyes with his own big brown orbs, and completely charmed me. Damn, sometimes I really wish I had a penis. It’s not fair that I have to be just one gender all my life. If I were God, we’d all get to switch back and forth.
Then there was the lovely Luna, who performed on both nights of the contest. I missed her first act, but the second striptease more than made up for it. She stripped down to a body stocking and then proceeded to slowly rip it from her body in the most alluring way. SQEEE! The sound of ripping fabric, ohmigod, how hot is that?
When she was finally, blessedly naked, she produced a can of whipped cream and sprayed it all over herself. Did I mention she has the most tantalizingly warm, brown skin? It was like hot chocolate and whipped cream. VERY hot chocolate. Then she rubbed herself. Can you picture that? She rubbed herself all over with the whipped cream until her skin shown like burnished copper, all slick and oiled up….
I’m predominantly heterosexual, but if I had any chance at all with this lady, I’d be on my knees faster than you can say heteroflexible. Just saying.
I dunno, maybe it was all the leather that had my panties wet all weekend. Male, female, trans, het, gay, lesbian, leather, kinky, little, pony, pup….so many wonderful kinky people…..
More to come!
We'll be putting together a HUGE podcast episode with all the SELF interviews, but in the meantime, I'll tell you about the fun we had!
The KC crew arrived Thursday night and as soon as the luggage was dropped in the room, LD Beast strapped on the mobile recording gear and we were off hunting our prey: interesting kinky folk!
One of the complications of the weekend was that we didn’t actually know everybody we wanted to talk to by sight. Heck, in this Internet age, I’ve got friends I’ve known for years that I’ve never actually seen face to face. And in the kinky world where many of us don’t put our real faces out there, I’ve got friends that I wouldn’t recognize if they walked up to me on the street, unless they showed me their boobs, tattoos, last week’s bruises or penises.
It didn’t help that the badges, while being quite large, featured names printed in 10-point type. (Seriously?) In order to read someone’s name, I had to lean in three inches from their chest, or, in many cases, their bosom. While I don’t necessarily mind this intimate proximity to strange breasts and pecs, some of the people I approached drew back in alarm at this invasion of their personal space.
It was even more awkward when, after leaning close enough to read the name tag, I realized that the person was not who I’d thought they were. Some of them must have thought I was nuts when I just smiled and said, “Nice to see you!”
Not to mention the people I scared the crap out of by abruptly squealing, “Oh, Lord Such-and-Such, I’ve been looking all over for you!”
I am still appalled at the way my ADHD kicked in during an interview with SouthEast Bootblack 2013 Madeline Sparkles, when I suddenly cried out, “Ponies!” when I spied a lovely latex-clad pony girl behind her. Madeline, if you are reading this, I’ll say it again: I am so sorry if I damaged your hearing. My only excuse is that I am easily distracted by shiny, sexy things. And you, too, were a shiny, sexy thing! Madeline was so adorable I wanted to take her home with me.
We’ve been doing KinkCast podcasts in the studio every week since February, but this was our first venture out in the world with a mobile setup. We popped our cherry with none other than Flossie Nadon, Ms. SELF 2013. She’s got a sweetheart of a smile, but there’s a devil in those eyes!
Maybe it was the lack of sex that caused me to form a few hopeless crushes like the one I developed on Optimus, Mr. SouthEast LeatherFest 2013, aka Sir Raymond Onyx. He’s a total doll and he knows it, LOL. Throughout our interview, Optimus gazed sexily into my eyes with his own big brown orbs, and completely charmed me. Damn, sometimes I really wish I had a penis. It’s not fair that I have to be just one gender all my life. If I were God, we’d all get to switch back and forth.
Then there was the lovely Luna, who performed on both nights of the contest. I missed her first act, but the second striptease more than made up for it. She stripped down to a body stocking and then proceeded to slowly rip it from her body in the most alluring way. SQEEE! The sound of ripping fabric, ohmigod, how hot is that?
When she was finally, blessedly naked, she produced a can of whipped cream and sprayed it all over herself. Did I mention she has the most tantalizingly warm, brown skin? It was like hot chocolate and whipped cream. VERY hot chocolate. Then she rubbed herself. Can you picture that? She rubbed herself all over with the whipped cream until her skin shown like burnished copper, all slick and oiled up….
I’m predominantly heterosexual, but if I had any chance at all with this lady, I’d be on my knees faster than you can say heteroflexible. Just saying.
I dunno, maybe it was all the leather that had my panties wet all weekend. Male, female, trans, het, gay, lesbian, leather, kinky, little, pony, pup….so many wonderful kinky people…..
More to come!
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