Lounging at Nerd Central

I'm at NakkidNerd central here in LA. Chloei and I have been shooting like mad today while a woman with tats masturbated in the background for her daily bread. I think I'll put up some of these pics in this week's update. 2 sets of me and 2 sets of her shot so far, and w plan to do at least 3 more sets tomorrow. Chloei in bondage, whoo hoo! Hopefully, tomorrow, we'll have the webcam running while we shoot so folks can peek in on what we're up to.

This weekend was magical, horrific, beautiful. Lamb and I caught th MAX on Friday to the airport, and there I hung out waiting to fly to LA. I finished the DaVinci Code and headed over to the airport Powell's to buy a new book, where I did my random act of randomness for that day by giving a stranger a book. Spread love, spread literature. The new book? "Lamb, the Gospel according to Biff". Yeah, I know I'm reading 4 books right now, but I wasn't feeling very Patchen, what can I say. Curry's flight had been delayed, so I hung out waiting for him in my fedora and the shirt I borrowed from Spike, and then off we rushed to the LA cam game. pet galore, more pet, and more Pet. It was great to see CrapDaddy again, Learsfool, PouncyKitten, Mithras... I love those guys. Johnny's was had, and Morrigan and I hugged- I need to spend more time talking with Martyr, I really do.

To say that this weekend was whirlwind for Curry and I was an understatement. To say that we are sick is likely also very true. It's funny, after giving into doing scat play and brushing damn close to snuff scenes, I didn't think I had many other dark parts of my libido that would twitch me yet turn me on like a switch.

Enter Domestic Violence Play.

Real domestic violence is a horrible thing. I've had friends and family who have dealt with it, remember with acute awareness the smell of urine in Caroline's bedroom from her father after he broke her ribs... but on Saturday after the Sabbat game I was removing my makeup, and I had left just enough on after playing my fucked up anthropologist that it looked like I had been given quite the shiner- and something in Curry's attitude changed. By the end of the evening we had told back and forth stories of broken beer bottles, fists, hot sex, torn out hair and screams... and yeah, dangerous ground. Very dangerous ground. Blue sundresses, veils, and all.

This weekend I finally got to bottom to Curry. It's funny, because when we first thought of hooking up, that *had* been the plan all along. He *was* a Top.Yes, Uncle Boymeat, another converted for the all the ranks.

My spine still has a kundali snake coiled tight and striking at random intervals from his hands buried inside all parts of me, my lungs gasping for air, his cock probing me and pounding into my flesh as my hips tried not to dislocate. Body to wall to drool pouring down.

Cuban food with PouncyKitten and Mithras (I adore them both so much), though I really shouldn't have drunk so much mid-day. Coffee with PouncyKitten... it was good for the 3 of us to spend time together. I think I like her partner, and look forward to taking Curry to Seattle with me for the wedding in October. No RubberBall for me- friends weddings win out.Anna Russell! Lamb gave me Anna Russell, and Curry not only knows her stuff, but knows the lyrics, oh my god! I love this man! My slave boy rocks for his resourcefulness, and my lover is a goob!

He even talked me into designing a malk antitribu. Anakah is fun. My hair hated me in the morning- but at least it got us out walking thru downtown, off for hippie drinks on Sunday morning. Sunday also held Farenheiht 9/11 (see it!!! I was very impressed), calls to mi Padre, a declaration of my Goddesshood by a stranger, dinner at Dar Magreb (amazing moroccan food- lamb, pigeon, good wine, deep love, bellydancers, and yes, I do love fruit and cinnamon with meats), and then off to Club Lingerie.

I've missed Emma Hui. Her partner is also an amazing guy (oh, but he and Curry were so cute at Dennys). Emma and I did a crazy human pretzel thing on stage before the HTTH concert, me in nearly full splits and tight PVC, then off to upstairs to hang me in mid-air. Must teach Curry bondage skills, he has decreed it is to be so. I look forward to seing Emma more this week.

Another curious and delicios first this weekend- my first full kiss from the Choclate Covered Cowboy. Okay, this man is amazing. I melted. We teased. Learsfool and I made him push the big shiny red button. NYTrigger laughed and spoke of dreams. Dinner must happen... yes...I am distinctly happy, and I love the what if game. I really do. It's good practice for the when game. Tuscany. Tuscany 2006. Blue Sun dresses, Delerious desire, Button-up sweaters and stacks of loose leaf sheet music. Shopping in open-air markets. Faces changing on stories.

And above it all: Reykjavik. It keeps spinning back to Reykjavik, Secret Societies, the Maghreb, and living life fully.