Don’t listen to pornographers; they lie.

A list of “10 lies pornographers tell” over on SugarBank made me very, very giggly indeed. I’m not as knowledgeable about vanilla porn industry as anybody who actually likes sex would be, so some of the common lies were a surprise:

4. Reality Porn. You go for a drive with a few friends. Seeing a cute girl on the street you stop to offer her a ride. She sees four guys in a van, one of whom has a video camera, and gets in. You ask to see her tits and she says no, so you offer her a hundred bucks to fuck you and your buddy. She thinks about it, realizes she’s always wanted to be a prostitute, asks for two hundred, and jumps on your dick. You’re not wearing a rubber and she’s a total stranger but neither of you are worried because, like, what are the odds?

Eh? You mean, there are people dim-witted enough to buy that? But then, I suppose, if there are people weird enough in the head to think that a spanking pay-site can be devoted entirely to spanking real women for real infractions…

I also loved this part:

2. Teens. Women are only teenage and legal for two years. Tiffany Teen’s been online since 2003 and if you think that she was eighteen when she started… wanna buy a bridge? You can’t really fault women who exploit the borderline-pedophile market but seriously, when was the last time you saw a real teenager in a pink mini-skirt and pigtails?

*Twirling a tip of a pigtale around my finger* Don’t believe the nasty man, mister. Next he’ll tell you that pornstar teens actually don’t run their own websites single-handedly. Poo to that.

Anyway, have a good weekend, munchkins; I’m off to be thrashed in front of a camera. Next time we talk, I’ll be sitting on a cushion. (Mmmm.)

Your friend Adele,
not a teenager

Packing for a Spanking Shoot

If there is one magic power I’m pining for right now, it’s to be able to levitate clothes into suitcases as I recline on a sofa drinking tea. Normally I travel light, but when I arrive for a shoot, I might as well be wheeling my wardrobe behind me on a leash.

Packing is a serious business. Let’s say I’m going for a one-day shoot. Let’s be really conservative, and say that the call sheet specifies five scenes. This means five plastic bags with complete costumes, labeled with an index of everything I’ll need in the scene.

Yes, I really do need the index. Changing between scenes is a chaotic affair – I’m still buzzing from the previous spanking, but am trying to get into the right head for my next one, and the changing room looks like a knicker truck has exploded in it; there’s no time to sit and think about which lipstick I was going to use, and what I had planned to do with my hair. It’s easier just to grab everything out of the bag and marry it to the right accessories.

One bag of costume can take a while to assemble, and a whole suitcase can turn into a nightmare. I’ve just gone through the list of stuff I need for an eccentric young madam I’m playing on Saturday, and it looks something like this: dress, petticoat, panties, bra, stockings, garter belt, shoes, gloves, ring, bracelet (crossed out) pretty watch, hair scrunchie, hair ribbon, transparent lip gloss, grey eye shadow. If I could sit on the sofa and make every piece of costume fly out of its storage place and dive into the bag, it would take about a minute to pack; as it is, I just know that I’ll be able to find one stocking but not the other, or that the white net gloves I want are serving as the cat’s toys right now – whereas the maroon ones I don’t want will be right there, folded in the drawer.

It helps a little that on this occassion the producers are providing me with a lot of pieces of uniforms, but I still need a list of accessories, and it’s the accessories that I’ll have to hunt down all through the house – all those ribbons to match with the watch bracelet to match with the lipstick to match with the eventual colour of my ass.

And here’s Murphy’s Law as applies to spanking models: you will never have enough time to shoot the set that had required the most complex costume.

Tiny Kinky References

Here’s an odd thing: I can get spanked every day if I like (and often I do); I can read hundreds of stories written specifically to stroke my kink (and often I do) – and yet, my mind seeks out things related to my kink even in the most vanilla surroundings, and latches on to them as though there’s kink rationing going on in the country.

I was listening to the audiobook of G.R.R. Martin’s A Feast For Crows today, and heard that “on one hip [Obara Sand] wore a coiled whip” – and it was enough to make me go “oooooh”, and listen to the sentence again.

These little references are like finding a pearl in a plate of oysters. Sure, you have to buy a string of pearls from a jeweller if you have any intention of adorning yourself with them, but you will always remember that one, accidental pearl, even if it’s not fit for wearing.

Fantasy Lives of Spanko Girls

You will, I think, be amused to find out that I’ve kept a diary since I was 11 years old. That’s not remarkable in itself, of course. What’s more interesting is that I’ve kept all the pages, all the notebooks – everything. None of them are pink: I’m more of a sky blue and salad green sort of girl, although the colour pink undoubtedly has its place in life.

Anyway, what’s interesting about my diary is that I know for a certain fact that quite a few of the entries in it are pure fiction: my life was pretty uneventful, so I entertained myself by writing out the glamorous existence that could compete with how kids lived in American highschool dramas. (*cough*90210*cough*). Besides, I was a kinky little pervert, and I invented heaps of spankings that various non-existent authority figures administered to me, plus some spankings for my friends. (My friends did get spanked on occassion, and usually did come to me for comfort, but the scenes I described were far more elaborate. Plus, some of the friends are imaginary. Plus, sometimes we got spanked together.)

I also described myself spanked at school, which was particularly amusing, because, of course, I had no idea how CP in schools was done when it was done. I’m not sure whether the names of the teachers I used were real or not, but if they are – ooh boy, I’m in for a law suit if this ever comes out. (I doubt any of them are real, though, ’cause they’re all men, while my school had about three and a half male teachers throughout all my time there.) I had this charming habit of forging diary entries until about age 14, at which point the exercise lost its appeal.

But the weird thing is that with some of the entries, I’m not sure whether they are true or part of my whacky 11-year-old imagined world. Seriously. There are entries that look like the events could have happened, yet I’m not sure they have happened.

For example, did my friend Tina and I bunk off lessons to see Titanic or not? Did Tina get spanked for it or not? This is the sort of thing she and I might have done, and it’s certainly the sort of thing Tina’s mum would have whipped her for if it became known. I vividly remember comforting her under similar circumstances, so it’s a pretty realistic scenario. Yet, it’s also exactly the kind of scenario that I would have made up at that time, and I’ve no memory of watching Titanic with Tina. So did it happen? Or not?

I don’t think I’ll be posting any of my diary here, by the way, not even the rabid fictional parts. They’d lose in translation, and to be honest, they are not that well-written. If I find something particularly twisted, hot, or hilarious, I might share the general idea with you, or maybe re-write it in a more grown-up fashion. And don’t worry, it will be marked as fiction.

Sugasm – 27

The best of the sex blogs by the bloggers who blog them, starting with my favourite category this week
BDSM/Fetish

HNT #4 – Assume the Position (avaadora.blogspot.com)
I Don’t Mind it Rough (tangysweet.blogspot.com)
Kneeling (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com)
Making Love in the Rain Revisited (redvelvetropeburn.blogspot.com)
Monde Imaginaire (theninthwave.typepad.com)
The Notorious Bettie Page (sugarbank.com)
Sadist Taking What is His (theheronclan.blogspot.com)
Spanking Site Review: Bars and Stripes (adelehaze.com)
Thigh High Boots (video) (thebootcam.com)
Training and Surrender (aliferestarted.blogspot.com)
Choices – Part Five (masterenigma.blogspot.com)
D/s Correspondence (barbiebaby09.livejournal.com)

Erotica/Erotic Experiences

In Three Minds (orpheusmind.blogspot.com)
My Ultimate Fantasy (gentlygently.blogspot.com)
The Slow Fuck (secretsofadirtygirl.blogspot.com)
Teen Lesbians Brittney and Avril on Sapphic Erotica (simply-sapphicerotica.com)
The Vixxen Chronicles – Walking Funny, Pt. 3 (unfetteredcravings.blogspot.com)
Welcome To My Fantasy (herknees.org)
Coach T… Ch. 5 (whatsexmaycome.blogspot.com)
Dear Pussy (secretbrain.blogspot.com)

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