If you wish to stay in touch, considering joining the sex positive book club I am organizing for the summer. You can email me directly at dominvontana[at]gmail.com. I’ll see you next fall.

Spanking is a popular adult sport because it combines two types of common BDSM play, impact and sensation play, and places them across your most sensitive, erotic spots.

It’s almost here. Summer. Do you have your vacation planned yet? Whether it’s Rehoboth Beach (again) or Rio, TNG staffers let us know where they’ll be spending their best days this Memorial Day, June, July, August or Labor Day.

My motivation for conversion is simple: I want to serve and worship SHAME FREE. I have come to the conclusion over the past five years that I will never be able to do that in a Christian congregation, even one as amazing as Foundry. This is not their short coming, it is my own.

….humiliation is a very personal type of play that is best reserved for LTR D/s relationships.

Growing up in rural Montana, I was laughed at anytime I expressed an interest in wearing something besides blue jeans and flannel. There wasn’t a Vogue magazine for miles and this was before the world went online. Fashion was some great mystery that I was drawn towards wordlessly and uncontrollably. I was desperate to be able to express, and justify this interest of mine to my peers but I didn’t even understand what style was at that time. Now I think it’s time to up the ante.

I wiped my running nose with one hand and with my other hand pointed at the uterus my torso was toppled forward over still crying. “I want to quit birth control. I want to stop taking the pills. It makes me feel numb. I feel like there’s a cement wall between my top half and my bottom half and I don’t know what’s going on down there.”

Taxes are just a metaphor for life, because everything is taxing. I used to believe that anything worth doing was going to take a little effort, but these urban attacks on my financials, my better job situation and my personal life and time seem to be taking on mammoth porportions lately. What is the ratio of bullshit to existence that my Mother intend for me to contend with in order to keep safe, sane and consensual I ask myself? Is it just the PMS, or in the middle of rainy deadline driven April am I finally ready to really set something, or someone, on fire? Finally.

Occasionally, while bumping through the usual sexual scenarios online, I come across something that down right disturbs me and inevitably turns me on at the same time.

This weekend I’ll step outside the kinky bubble I’ve been living in and attend my first feminist conference. I’ll be at Momentum: Making Waves in Sexuality, Feminism and Relationships in Silver Spring and I’ll be in good company. I plan to attend the HIPS happy hour on Saturday, after I hear Tristan Taormino speak for the first time. As a female dominant, I’ve always been more interested in giving than receiving in the ass department. Apparently Tristan is the ass queen.