The romantic pornographer
We walked through the isles of the grocery store, taking turns pushing the cart. We picked out all the ingredients needed to make the things that’s we’d discussed before leaving the house, checking things off of our list as me made our way through the store.
“How are you doing” I asked Mina and she knew without needing any reminder what I was asking about.
“It took a little getting used to, because it’s been so long since I’ve worn it”, she answered as a faint flush of color rose to her cheeks.
The address was 123 rue Lamark but I didn’t know how to say that number, so in my broken french I said ”Un, deux, trios“. My embarrassment only lasted for a moment though because my excitement to finally be in Paris was too great. We drove past the apartment and circled again trying to find it, since not all the buildings were numbered; I told the driver he could let us out and we’d find the address on our own, but he circled the block with the meter running.
I’ve had a lot of adventures since then. I’ve travelled, lived, loved different people. I’ve been back to Paris twice and it’s been different every time. I’m back in Las Vegas for the moment and as a return to someplace you’ve lived before is apt to do; it’s made me think about what went right here in the past and what went wrong. Like Paris, this isn’t the same place for me that it was before and I’m happy for that, because it wasn’t what I was looking for the last time and I’m hoping that this time it will be, or something closer to it.
Mina and I took a road trip last week; our first bit of traveling since our move here. We rented a car and crossed the desert toward an ocean she’d never seen before. I’ve made this drive a few times before and like Las Vegas and Paris before it, it felt different. Without a map or navigation system; just general directions and the vague sense of something that I’d done enough times before to not have to worry about it, we set out for California.
When we passed the sign for Zzyzx road I thought about the last time I’d done so; a song by the same name was on the radio and the woman who it was probably written about pretended to sleep in the seat next to me as I thought about how to say that it was over, because we both already knew that it was. When I came upon Zzyzx rd most recently, it didn’t fill me with foreboding like it had the time before. The urge to stop and take a picture next to the sign struck me again; I’ve always wanted to and at the same time have had the completely ridiculous feeling that if I do, I’ll never lay eyes on it again.
Our time in California was brief; just over a day, all-in-all. There are so many people who I wish I would have had the time to see, but as is often he case, there just wasn’t time. We made the most of it though; we took a tour of the production facilities at Stockroom and I had a chance to see some old friends and catch up on who’s doing what in adult entertainment. I hadn’t seen Barbie Davenporte in ages and it was, as always, good to see her. We ate lunch while looking at the ocean and afterwords Mina drew lines in the sand with her toes while dancing in and out of the tide.
The ocean breeze felt amazing on my face; my skin darkened in the sun, my hair lightened. In the car ride home I could smell the sand, the water and the wind. We carried the sea with us back through the desert, tangled in our hair and shining in our eyes. The radio scanned for a signal as we passed Zzyzx road again and I considered stopping for a picture, but I didn’t. This time I had a reason though and it wasn’t superstition; it was because I was going home and there were only one hundred miles left to go.
Today I shot with Candle Boxxx from Candle’s Fetish Boxxx. We worked together once years ago and happenstance put us in the same place at the same time again, so I took the opportunity to photograph her. On top of the (rather obvious) fact that she’s very beautiful, she’s smart, funny and always a pleasure to work with. I shot some amazing scenes for a video release that’ll be available soon as well as some photographs for this blog. Next time around though, I’m definitely going to make it a point to photograph her in bondage.
”Take them off and hold them out to me” I said to Trouble about the panties she was wearing. She slipped them off and did as she was told, looking at me with equal parts willingness and contempt, which is exactly what I wanted of her.
The metal cuffs made a clanking noise against the wrought iron rail and with every little movement we were closer to drawing attention to ourselves, to what was happening. The air was warm, sticky and it reminded for some reason of the beaches of Lake Huron, which I visited every summer when I was younger. Maybe it was the smell of her skin or her bare feet so delicately resting on the wrought iron, but for a moment, all of this was happening someplace else, in another time. Trouble and I didn’t have a future together and we both knew that, but I wished just then that we’d shared a past and just for a moment I was by the fire in Port Austin with her standing next to me.
I remember the sky always being the sort of blue that is so vibrant that it seems impossible because it’s really almost black. I remember stars and the sound of the water lapping at the shore as I folded the corners of the sheet of newspaper in on themselves and carefully pushed a toothpick through all four of them. I would turn it over and set it carefully on the fire, watching it expand with hot air and fly away as it burned. We called them “Hailey’s comets”, but I’m not really sure where or when that started. I was usually alone when I sent them up, but for a moment, she was standing next to me, watching them fade into the night sky.
The clanking noise of metal on metal brought me back to the moment and made me realize that I must be foolish, hopeless romantic at heart because in front of me there was a beautiful woman handcuffed to my balcony, holding her panties toward me and the place that my mind had taken us in that moment was to a beach that was a few thousand miles and almost two decades away.
As a connoisseur of kinky things I’m always interested when I receive emails from Stockroom.com about something they have developed, but as I consider myself a more advanced BDSM practitioner I typically think of the KinkLab line as being more “beginner” than my experience level. When I got the email about the ElectroErotic Neon Wand™ it piqued my curiosity because it seemed a little more ambitious than the KinkLab that I was familiar with. I put one on order and was impressed from the moment that I opened the box.
Immediately the Neon Wand felt like an approachable device; well packaged and less like power tools than other models that I’ve owned in the past have. It comes with instructions as well, which I imagine will be reassuring for the curious but less experienced users who have always wanted to try electricity play but didn’t know where to begin. The handset is comfortable to handle and the cord is a decent length (I’ve suffered a short cord on a fuck machine once so this is not to be under appreciated). The four included attachments were easy enough to remove from their dedicated places in the box and slipped into and out of the handset with relative ease.
When I turned it on it made a delicious noise; one that you become familiar with in electricity play and that I’d wondered if a simpler model would give off. Mina held out her arm and we put it through its paces. I found that at its highest it provided a decent discharge which was more intense than I expected from it, but certainly not as strong as other wands that I’ve played with.
Starri Knight and I have a long history, but differences in geography have meant that we haven’t worked together quite as frequently the last couple of years. We are changing that though, starting with today with this set of her in bondage. There is a lot more to come, including appearances on the tickling, femdom and fetish sites she appeared on before and new material for a project in development! Needless to say; I am happy to have Starri back!
