Mollena Williams

December 17, 2008

WTF Wednesday: Whip and tell.

Filed under: Real-Honest-To-Ganesha-True-Shit.,wtf wednesday — Mollena Williams @ 4:34 pm

An online friend recently wrote about their decision to kibosh writing scene reports.  They questioned their motives. Was it “show-offery”?

Who was the report for, anyway, if not for the people involved to “strut their stuff”? And why yammer to the world about yo private biz-nass?  What happens in the Dungeon stays in the Dungeon, right?

In my friend’s case, much of this reflection was precipitated by a critical response to a bit of reportage they’d done on a scene of their own.

Questions of ethics aside, I think it is a loss. As a writer, Scene Reports are an excellent way to stretch ones muscles when it comes to making the ethereal more real. It is a way to capture and share your experience. It is a way to further the scene, and permit those who might not have witnessed it to have a taste of what they missed. It is a way for those who might have witnessed it to glean further insight into what they think they saw :-)

In saying that an experience is “no one’s business” I feel that obliterates 99% of what makes us human and brings us to the public BDSM community.  That being our desire to find like-minded pervs.  To foster communication. It is the desire to connect, to say “Me, too!” or “Maybe someday!” or “No, thanks, not for me!”

I, for example, can read a scene report hat has a really hot description of a certain type of play that I’d not considered interesting to me. But from the point of view of a connoisseur, it becomes intriguing. SO, perhaps the next time someone offers me a sensory deprivation scene, I think “Hm. perhaps it isn’t a boring as I’d thought it would be…” and I take a step into a new direction!’

I’m not certain why someone would have a negative reaction to a scene report unless the tone was holier than thou, or somehow judgmental, or they simply were bringing their own baggage to the table.

I’ve written some myself. It was, of course,  with the permission or foreknowledge of the people involved if they were specifically named. Or if the details were too obvious to conceal to the broader world. (One of the first Scene Reports I ever shared) was written while I was still involved with the person in question, and I posted it on a local mailing list. It was a fun way to share a new experience.  It wound up in a solo show, and now is on an e-book anthology as well. Another one I wrote was to talk about a type of play that had been previously on my soft-limit list but took me to a really unbelievable place, and I felt compelled to share that.

I love reading a well-written scene report. I enjoy conducting workshops about how to create reportage around personal experience, and I REALLY love when I can share vicariously in experiences from the POV of someone who am  not and will not be in this lifetime.

I think it is valuable, sexy, daring, thrilling, and a singular honor to be able to see that from the heart, soul and minds other players.

A little peek a boo into your bedroom or dungeon is a delectable treat.

Do YOU have a story you would like to share? Post a link here! :-D

December 16, 2008

PonyPlay: UR Doin’ it Wrong…

Filed under: hilarity — Mollena Williams @ 5:20 pm

pony

December 15, 2008

Pleasurists #8 – Toy Review Round-Up!

Filed under: Pleasurists — Mollena Williams @ 5:11 pm

Editor’s Pick

Madame Editrix
Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek

Vibrators

Dildos

Anal Toys

Toys for Boys

Sex Kits

Lube/Massage Oil

BDSM/Fetish

Erotic Books/Games

Adult Movies/Porn

Miscellaneous

December 14, 2008

TOY REVIEW: She’s Black, with a little blue…

Filed under: SexToy.com,Toy Reviews — Mollena Williams @ 7:58 pm

On a gray rainy afternoon when a sleepy sensuality suffuses one’s senses, taking matters into your own hands and finding a singular pleasure is never a poor choice. On this recent afternoon, I was looking forward to an intimate moment with the latest arrival to my sex toy collection, a bodacious blue borosilicate beauty.

My first review item sits on a bed-adjacent windowsill. The Devine ToyBox, (about which I recently shared) already holds a few delicious secrets.

Although, to be honest, they will not be secret for long.

This afternoon I’d be conversing intimately wth an anal toy, the Cobalt Blue Bubble Plug from Don Wand.

I know, I know, very punny. But before you roll your eyes at the silly name, know that it ain’t just the name that will get your eyes rolling.

The Cobalt Blue Bubble Plug is packaged in a cunning padded bag, whose velvety exterior enrobes your gorgeous glass toy in a few inches of protective padding. The folks at Don Wand have made it easy to keep this toy protected and safe from the slings and arrows of shipping and toybox indignities. The drawstring is easily held shut with an integrated clip. and the pouch is perfectly sized, naturally, so it remains compact amongst your other personal delights.

Please indulge my aesthetic obsession with this…this anal plug. I love holding the toy. The heaviness, slickness, ergonomically seductive curves, lines, planes and surfaces can lead me to simply enjoy hefting it and rolling it between my palms. The cobalt is much darker than in the photo here. It is more a Midnight blue, and even in bright sunlight remains darkly mysterious and alluring and just fucking PRETTY!

Don Wand, take me away!

Don Wand, take me away!

I am fortunate that we receive sex toys at work on a fairly regular basis, so there are no recriminations if I sit at my desk, mousing with one hand and idly twirling a cool blue anal toy in the other.

Yep, that pretty much fucking rules.

There are many reasons that people love glass toys.

The unyielding nature of the glass makes you pay very strict attention to what you are doing while playing with it. There is no bending there, nosiree. You will be the one accommodating the toy, not the other way around.

I happen to like a strong-willed toy.  A lot.

For those of us squeamish about bio-terrorism of the Down Theres, a glass toy is a Goddessend. Borosilicate glass is the same stuff of which Pyrex© is made. Glass isn’t porous. Being non-porous, ain’t no weensy nubbins, micro-fissures or pores in which evils can lurk. I love that. Of all of the evils I have to endure, those which are avoidable are the ones that strike with the mightiest power. A sudden-onset sex-toy fueled yeast infection, UTI or anal fissure due to some persistent tinyscarymonster clinging tenaciously to a plastic or synthetic toy is so NOT on my agenda. I’ll pass, thanks.

Being made of glass, it can be warmed or cooled and that very much shifts the sensation. Setting the Cobalt Plug in a bowl of ice water before applying a few drops of lube onto the tip, and watching the lubricant slip oozily down the midnight blue glass before you apply it to the waiting clasping secret between the cheeks of your bottom will secure and maintain your attention. The toy then quickly aligns with the temperature of the body, and becomes less of a shivery point of attention and more a ubiquitous,  fulfilling, wonderful hardness.

The same holds true with a preemptive soak in a bowl of warm water; it can feel like a preternaturally rigid but oddly comforting invasion when the heated flare shoulders its way past your anus, which is, of course, valiantly striving to accept this gleaming glassy adventure.

When playing with temperature, be sure to test the comfort level on your inner wrist or on your lip. You do not want to injure yourself in the throes of temperature play enthusiasm!

I thoroughly enjoy this toy warmed up. The lubricant coats it perfectly, the heat is surprising, and delightfully different, being slightly above body temperature. The first couple of inches make it in fairly easily, with the resistance increasing gently as the angle of the flare increases. there is a momentary sigh of relief as the muscles slip closer to normalcy once they reach the shoulder of the initial flange.

Not so fast. Ya got that bubble part coming up next, and that isn’t such a gentle curve.

That is more challenging, and the tip of the toy has started to reach in deeper, igniting some interesting peristaltic actions that really aren’t looking to assist insertion. But you are determined, dammit, so you take a deep breath and another little bit..slips…in.

I found it was fucking amazing to twist the toy on the way in, and it eased the transition form the neck to the “bubble” of the plug. It was tougher to get past the thick bubble, and I sighed with a feeling of accomplishment once the second notch of the plug was at rest at my sphincter.

It was a leeeeetle short for me, though, that last bit. Even after a few minutes of relaxing, rocking and muscular manipulations, I found myself wishing that the bottom “neck” of the dildo, the step between the flare and the base, was at least a half inch longer.

But I am nothing if not resourceful. A slight adjustment to my position, a pillow under the small of my back to tilt my pelvis and voilà. The plug is held in against the bed and all is right with the world.

OK not the entire world but the world as far as I care for now.

A slow rocking is enough to start me in on a series of deep-rooted full-bodied nape of-the-neck-tingling orgasms. I’m pretty easy that way. I love the sensation of being stuffed full, even slightly uncomfortably. and at just about 5″ long and about 1.5″ in diameter at the widest point, it was perfect for me. A more practiced anal player might scoff at this averaged sized toy, so if you are accustomed to being fisted regularly, this might be a pop-in-warm-up toy for you.

While I was coming down from the first wave of orgasms I wondered what it might be like to get that toy a little more active. My Wahl Vibrator, which lives in the crevice at the top of my bed, was fired up and I used it to apply vibrations to the end of the Cobalt Plug.

OK, FUCK YEAH.

It was all I could do to to coordinate my hand sufficiently to hold it against the plug. It was amazing. Subtle, insistent, resonant. Well, it was subtle on the low setting. It was more intense of the higher setting and I came again, bearing down in order to avoid turning the toy into a skittering projectile.

I know that there are physiological reasons why anal orgasms are different from vaginal ones, but I do not feel like getting into that right now.

What I DO feel like getting into right now is a hot bath with a few candles, the Cobalt Plug, and a good hour uninterrupted to explore even more possibilities.

I highly recommend the Don Wand Cobalt Blue Bubble plug. Its gorgeous sleek functionality and highly sanitary composition make it an all around delight!

Peace

~Mo

December 12, 2008

Put up or shut up.

Filed under: Going's On.,Real-Honest-To-Ganesha-True-Shit. — Mollena Williams @ 4:32 pm

When people are first coming out into the BDSM community and feeling wallflowerish, new, awkward and like a kid on the outskirts of the cafeteria looking for a way to be closer to the “Cool” table, I often recommend that they volunteer for events.

Munches are a great way to meet people, sure. BDSM and Leather events are good for learning. But going to parties can feel like being single at The End Of Year Dance in High School while everyone else is having a grand old time hitting the dance floor, slow dancing to Crazy For You and whooping it up to Red Red Wine or sneaking off to the roof of a tenement and making out with their really cute insanely well-hung boyfriend and super hot girlfriend while listening to The Beautiful Ones

…no no, wait. That last one was just me.

My bad.

But I digress.

hold on………yeah.

Done digressing ;-)

citadelOf late I’ve been avoiding parties because I am single and I don’t dig being single at big parties.

The paradox is that I don’t dig being asked to play AT parties either.

It is my own hang-up but it makes me feel as though I am an afterthought.

Kind of “Oh hey. there’s Mo! She’s single…I’m not fully booked with back-to-back scenes tonight…”

Which is silly, of course, because some of the most AMAZING scenes I have had have been unplanned.

But I just have a thing about it. SO, I gotta figure a way around my “Thing”

But if you wanna be seen and get back into rotation, you have to get off of your ass.

So I’ll be taking my own advice, for a change, this weekend, and volunteering.

Several times a year, the local Dungeon plays host to Lady Thorns Fetish Flea Market.

Though it has moved over the years, I have always enjoyed the Flea. It is very much a social event, with the vendors breaking out their finest perverted stuff, and people milling around, shopping, cruising, catching up. And there is always something new to explore!

I had my first taste of Pony Play at a Fetish Flea when a friend talked me into trying on a really beautiful brown suede harness and headgear, and then promptly leapt on my back and ordered me around the place.

I hadn’t done that in the past and thought it a bit silly at first. But in the half-hour or so I spent in a bit and ears and bridle, I found it was a somewhat shocking how people felt free to pet me, how relaxing it was to not have to speak to anyone, how delightful it was to be admired and tickled under the chin, and have my hindquarters smacked while I was playfully ordered to “Pick up those hooves!”

I have a greater understanding of my pony play kinkster friends from that one small window of time. Ponies are cute, pleasing, and useful.

Flea!This is also something one can accomplish by volunteering at Leather and Kink events.

You can be USEFUL. It is great to give back to the community in which you are involved. You don’t have to worry about being a 5th wheel when you are serving as Set-up crew, Door Dragon, or cashiering, or breaking down. I love the energy of the beginning and the end of a party, and the chance to feel like you are on the inside of the event.

And you can’t whinge about being a wall-flower or lonely when you are working and helping to create a warm, safe space to perv out!

So I’ll be at the door, hopefully, this weekend at the Fandango Party.

If you visit, please say “Hello!”

Sugasm 154, y’all!

Filed under: sugasm — Mollena Williams @ 3:48 pm

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December 11, 2008

HNT: Post Yoga Glow.

Filed under: hnt,Real-Honest-To-Ganesha-True-Shit. — Mollena Williams @ 1:00 am
Om spelled backwards is MO, bitches.

Om spelled backwards is Mo, bitches!

I am a huffing puffing puffin-belly on the Yoga floor

But the studio where I have only just started this practice of being present is an amazing environment in which to work.

And the instructor with whom I have gone through two incredible 90 minute journeys is nothing short of spec-fucking-tacular.

I had a whole extra fancy photo for today.

But this one is naked in a real way.

Stripped of worry, regret, self-consciousness, fear, bad self-speak.

No  makeup.

No artifice.

 Just me.

And just perfect.

Just now.

December 10, 2008

I wanna be full of WIN.

Filed under: Going's On.,Real-Honest-To-Ganesha-True-Shit. — Mollena Williams @ 11:53 pm

VOTE FOR ME!!

No, this is not a cpontest that involves it being my birthday.

Not THAT kind of Shorty!

Yep, leave it to me to pervert an online popularity contest.

If you are a TWITTER ADDICT, or Tweetling N00b,  please vote for me for top Kinky Twitterererer!

http://www.shortyawards.com/category/kinky

And hell, vote for me for the best Perverted Negress Twitterer too!

http://www.shortyawards.com/category/PervertedNegress

Because I can’t get enough to that FUCKWIT stuff!

xoxo

~Mo

WTF Wednesday: Come. On my “face”.

Filed under: Perversions.,Real-Honest-To-Ganesha-True-Shit.,wtf wednesday — Mollena Williams @ 1:45 pm

“Do you know what a ‘Tribute photo’ is?”

A lazy afternoon in bed with my laptop. I am on IM with an online friend and under normal circumstances, I might take a moment to research the thing myself before responding “No.” I have a thing about gathering knowledge myself. A cursory search turns up very little so I respond to my unseen friend many miles away that no; I have no idea what a tribute picture is.

I brace myself for the response and I am well to have done so.

Evidently, the “Tribute” in question is semen and the “photo” in question is a face shot of the intended…target. The tributor masturbates onto the photo, (NSFW) getting all Jacks-off Pollock on a reproduction of someone’s unsuspecting visage.

Well.

“Would you care to see some examples?”

Yes.

And within a few minutes I was gazing upon a picture of a picture of a cock holding court over the jizz smeared photographs of an attractive smiling brunette.

To say I had a complex reaction would be an understatement.

It was in the midst of this rather elaborate emotional torte that the next question popped on my laptop screen

“Would you like me to do one for you?”

My Inner Prude Girl rises up: the shrieking harpie of my misguided moralistic messiah.

“Ooh god no! Never. How demeaning, objectifying, narcissistic, indulgent, humiliating…”

And there I was carefully selecting what picture I thought might best read covered in come.

I sent off several.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK?!?!” screamed Miss Prude Girl (Or PG, as I not-at-all-affectionately call her.) the rational calm part of me that still longs for normalcy and wishes we weren’t such a fucking weirdo pervert.

“You just sent your picture to some creepy ass masturbator who is gong to do god knows what and ejaculate on it then SEND YOU A FUCKNG PICTURE OF YOUR PHOTOGRAPH COVERED IN HIS GODDAMNED BODILY FLUIDS. Why why SWEET-BABY-JESUS-LYING-IN-THE-MANGER WHY?!!?”

Why not?

Yes, it is weird. But then again is it any weirder than standing naked in front of a room full of people being tied up after talking about how much you enjoy being humiliated and called all sorts of politically incorrect shit in order to sexually debase yourself in front of your partner? Because I do that shit all across America.

Is it any weirder than performing in a scene for an adult movie intended to be used as a goad to masturbatory fantasy?

Not really.

Is it much weirder than a mutual masturbation session where the end result is someone using your mouth as a convenient warm place to fuck while you are forced to take their emissions wherever they may land?

Possibly…but.

I have a general rule: say “Yes.”

Life is full of emotional eddies, flows rapids and oxbows,and I’ll be damned if I am going to miss out on a weirder yet exciting Log Flume of Freakitude because my prudish persona, deprived of her White Picket Fence lifestyle is MORTIFIED by the fact that we are idly wondering how our picture will look covered in a stranger’s semen.

“Plus it won’t end there!!!!” she wails. “You will talk about it on your fucking BLOG then EVERYONE will know!!!”

shrug

Yes, they will.

It was less than a day later then I received my “Tribute Photo.”

Two, in fact.

I sat and looked at them.

Lady Miss P.G. has nothing to say. She is so disgusted she has left my internal Star Chamber and is sitting in a corner sulking and playing Barbies.

The thought that someone I have never met fucking jerked off thinking about fucking my face gets me really hot.

The idea of being objectified is disproportionately arousing.

The fact of seeing the result of the fantasy is shocking. It REALLY HAPPENED and though I wasn’t there, I have proof.

It is phone sex without the voice line, camming without the feed, a peepshow without the sliding doors and sticky coins.

I am appalled at myself for encouraging this behavior.

Then I am irritated for being judgmental.

I can’t look at it and I can’t look away.

The emotional riptide never resolves into a nice tidy dénouement.

I still have a stark jagged bleeding emotional dichotomy about my desire to be used broken down and THEN put into a position of servitude by another person. Does this feed into that? he desire to be used and discarded?

Is this something else?

Or is a jizz smeared photo simply…that?

December 8, 2008

Imagine.

Filed under: Real-Honest-To-Ganesha-True-Shit. — Mollena Williams @ 8:20 pm

John Lennon

October 9th, 1940 – December 8th, 1980

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