Saturday, December 23, 2017

To Face Unafraid the Plans that We Made

I just put @khatsha​ to bed after our first christmas dinner together and my heart is very full. (just as my stomach is full with bad delivery Chinese food) Just now she said, “that was pretty crazy right? Getting married without ever having lived together?” And I said “Yeah!” We both took an enormous risk, her even more than me in her move across the Atlantic, to be together.

And yet I never felt serious doubt. And I don’t think she did either. And today, my day off in Boston, played out just how I hoped and imagined such days: the hours of intimate conversation, the cuddling, the partnership in making plans (”later on, we’ll conspire / as we dream by the fire”), the making fun of mullets in the Band Aid video, and the hot spontaneous hypnosis and D/s scenes.
In the meadow we can build a snowman
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
He’ll say are you married, we’ll say no man
But you can do the job when you’re in town
I hate the censored version of Winter Wonderland - what, are we afraid the little kids are going to have sex after they play marriage? - and am shocked and dismayed that Annie Lennox chose to sing it. Like why is changing it to “a circus clown” less threatening? And what child refers to other children as “kiddies” - a word exclusively used by grownups that hate children?

But I also actively like the original verse, the ambiguous time distortion of it: playing wedding in the meadow, and then one day looking around and noticing you’re married for real. That’s a little what this feels like, like a game of “let’s pretend” that just keeps going, with the best possible playmate.

Because we get to make it up. Marriage gets very very serious at times, and sometimes I get vertigo realizing what the stakes are, but it’s overwhelmed by the freedom of building something together like we want. Because the plans that we made don’t end at living together: they are also about building our adult lives, and even more specifically Boston hypnosis community, and so many good things are already happening in both departments.

This is already too long of a late night Kwak-fuelled ramble. But I’m just so pleased and grateful. Merry early christmas to all christmas celebrators, and I love you @khatsha​.

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Coffee Cream

“My cock is coated with a sweet, delicious substance - it tastes a lot like coffee cream - that replenishes itself as you lick it, especially around the tip, and makes you want to lap it up more and more.

The coating also contains a drug. The more you consume, the more this drug will make you heavy and sleepy, with warm relaxed muscles. Ready for bedtime and ready to sleep for real.”

For a while she had her usual enthusiastic head-bobbing up and down on my cock. Then she slowed down, became very deliberate. But still regular. After a while she propped herself up on her elbow.

Her head sunk down until it reached the bed.

I snapped.

“Wide awake, energized and caffeinated. How are you?”

“…Good! Fuzzy.”

“Are you actually ready for bed, and is it ok with you if I put you to sleep tonight that way?”

“Yes!”

“Ok, then the coffee cream is back…” *snap*

And then I used her blowjob compulsion trigger.

This time when her head drifted onto the pillow, face getting nice and relaxed, I helped her out. I wrapped my hand in her hair and fucked her mouth, knowing that each time I went into her mouth her half-asleep mind would taste the drug and each time she would be pushed closer to sleep.

Even as her head lay on the pillow, her mouth had some muscle tone at first, letting me feel the friction. Then her mouth went slack.

I pulled all the way out. “That’s ok. It’s sleepy time, ready to let go completely and go to sleep for the night, only waking up in the morning or if there’s something you need to attend to during the night.”
Her breathing became slow and regular. And I stroked her hair and nestled in beside her, to begin to drift away myself.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Withdrawing from Organizing the Hypnosis Lounge at FFF

khatsha and I were the organizers of the hypnosis lounge at the Fetish Fair Fleamarket 50.  Based on very disturbing accounts of the NELA board’s handling of a presenter accused of consent violations and his accusers, we don’t believe that the organization has the credibility at this point to effectively protect attendees or deal with consent issues that may arise. Therefore we just sent an email saying that we will not volunteer at or attend the Flea.

Update: The entire board has now resigned, and a transitional board consisting of veterans including my favourite erotica writer Cecilia Tan is now in charge. This is great news. We'll see what happens, but if they are interested in having a hypnosis lounge at this year's Flea, katsha and I are very willing to run it.

Another update: We have heard from the new organizers and we will be running a hypnosis lounge at the Flea! Hope you come to visit, even if you're only a little bit curious.