email this posting to a friend best of craigslist > SF bay area > The Prize for the LAMEST Booty Call I have endured goes to…. Originally Posted: Thu, 6 May 13:39 PDT The Prize for the LAMEST Booty Call I have endured goes to… Date: 2004-05-06, 1:39PM PDT I suppose it is my fault…

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The line between consciousness and sleep blurs to a haze of breathing and soft contact and the tug of a hand on heated skin. There are moments you want to last because you can’t imagine anything better than what you are feeling right now; the slow twist of a sheet wrapped perfectly around your foot,…

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I’ve had a mixed relationship with my body when it comes to menstruation. I started when I was 12, and was a little pissed because I had swimming class that day, and my Mom was broke, and she only used pads.   I was running late but had to get money off of my already…

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I have many words at my disposal…my odd propensity for occasionally reading dictionaries and my incessant hoovering of information blended with my never-ending quest for the most apt or surreal metaphors and similes rarely leaves me at a loss. Yet this weekend I found myself at a loss several times. I was in Chicago to…

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One of the more striking things about being struck…and struck repeatedly…is how fluid time becomes, how simple it is to take leave of your senses and allow your body’s chemical reactions to rule the day. Rarely do I do well in a BDSM scene when someone comes at me with their energy at a raging…

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Trying out this new thing, seeing if I can pull off telling an (in)decent fucktale in under 500 words. Whaddya think? “Don’t move. Don’t fucking move. if you move and you make me come right now I swear to god you’ll make me very angry and I don’t think you want that.” I could hardly…

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It looks as though one of San Francisco’s last public pansexual Sex Club and BDSM playspaces,The Power Exchange, is at risk. The owner of the building is selling, and the future of the place is uncertain. On those nights where the filthynastypiglut in you wants to be ogled and leered at and objectified by complete…

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I often hear people talk about pivotal moments in their lives with longing regret: wishing they’d known then how critical a moment this fleeting juncture would be. I have had the pleasure / terror of Total In-The-Moment-Surety that something was going to be a life altering event even as it happened. The unifying theme is…

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 [disclaimer] This is a description of an impromptu scene I experienced several years ago. I post it since I had a discussion recently about scenes that rumba on the edge of non-consensual assaulted nutjob time. While there is implicit consent overall, the act described herein is not something I condone for everyone, and Might Be…

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