Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

Back in the 90’s I had a play date with Mark Chester in his dungeon in SOMA. One of the coolest things was that he had these lace-up Wesco boots that he never wore outdoors. He reserved them just for playing. And I thought, one of these days…

My first pair of Wescos could not be kept indoors. They were a Christmas present from my girlfriend and my ex (not that ex, the other one, the one that talks to me). They were custom made Boss engineer boots and my ex brought them to me at IML in 1999. I wore them all over all weekend.

My second pair of Wescos were also custom made; they are knee-high Jobmasters. I had trouble with these. I had gained quite a bit of weight between when I ordered them and when they came, so when they arrived, they did not fit! They stayed in the back of my closet for a couple of years. Well, I have been losing weight over the last 18 months and they fit again. I bought pretty new hot pink boot laces for them. I like the contrast of the masculine with the femme.

The hosts of the New Year’s party specified no street shoes inside. I was excited because my boots had never seen the streets and I could wear them at the party. The first boot action was with one of my favorite bootblacks who put the new laces in and laced me into the boots. Yummm!

Later, a hot girl used her hands and her face all over the boots. It felt great and it looked great. I had not realized what a little boot slut she is. I then propped my boots on her butt. And then, later, a guy wanted me to step on him. On his chest, his cock and his balls. “Ow, Ow. Ow. Oh, yeah!”

Yeah, me and my boots in 2007!

Here’s a question from a reader:

Q. What’s up with TES and it’s itinerant groups (Dom/Sub friends, etc)? The problem seems to be that alot of straight-up SM events/clubs don’t allow sex. That’s gotta suck, or am I just an insatiable whore? I mean, after I get spanked I like to get fucked in my ass or pussy; or if I’m doing the spanking, flogging, whatever, I wanna be able to fuck someone’s ass or lick someone’s beautiful hot cunt or suck some dick, y’know? Pardon the crude language. 🙂 So where’s a woman to go???

A. The reason these sexual acts are not allowed at TES and other SM events and clubs in NYC is a matter of law.

“The State Sanitary Code” ( Section 24-2 ) Prohibited Facilities!
(Statutory authority: Public Health Law {s 225 {4},[5]{aD
24-2.2 PROHIBITED FACILITIES. , No Establishment shall make facilities available for the purpose of Sexual activities where anal intercourse, vaginal intercourse, or fellatio take place. Such facilities shall constituent a threat to the public health.

Document: # 4 New York City Department of Health Memorandum Dated May 4 , 1994.
The D.O.H. consulted with City attorneys to whether the Sanitary Code Provisions about “Anal intercourse” ,”Vaginal intercourse” or “Fellatio” covers “Penetration with a “sexual toy” Covered by a Condom, fisting . The attorneys concluded that these practices were not covered. The D.O.H. section on Gay & Lesbian Education advised the use of Water soluble lube & gloves.

Back during the AIDS crisis, the city had closed all the sex clubs. The club owners got together with the government officials and hammered out these rules as a compromise so they could reopen.

We have recently seen the unfortunate closing of El Mirage by the Health Department due to violations of these rules. Any establishment that allows these practices is liable to get shut down. The reason some establishments exist is that they are flying under the radar or they have set themselves up to not be public. For instance, the gay baths can exist because all activities happen in private rooms where they can’t be seen by inspectors.

TES events are open to the public. You pay an entrance fee and you are allowed in. TES has a duty to protect its members and operate within the law. Of course, I am not speaking for TES in an official capacity.

Boymeat and I were co-topping a girl in the dungeon at BR2006. We were happy and playing together nicely. This girl was happy getting the shit caned out of her. The Dungeon Monitors were happy that we were not breaking the rules or doing anything crazy. Everything was just perfect.

Well, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Santa across the dungeon. And he was heading right towards us! He was wearing a traditional Santa hat and a white button-down shirt with a red leather vest. The backpatch on the vest was his “colors” appliquéd in white bearing his picture and his name: Santa. He wore matching red leather pants with white fur trim and big black engineer boots. He was carrying a big wooden paddle. I just knew this would be trouble.

Santa got right up into Boymeat’s face. “Do you believe in Santa?”
“No.” Thwack! “Ow!”
“Do you believe in Santa?”
“No, I’m Jewish.” Thwack! “Ow!”
“Do you believe in Santa?”
“Yes.” Thwack! “Ow!”

Santa ran around the table to me. “What cookies did you leave for Santa?”
“Chocolate chip.” Thwack! “Ow!”
“What cookies did you leave for Santa?”
“Ginger snap?” Thwack! “Ow!”
“Liar!”
“Oreos, and I’m sorry they were store- bought.” Thwack! “Ow!”
“You didn’t leave any cookies for Santa.”
“I’m sorry!”
Thwack! “Ow!”

Santa ran around back to Boymeat. “Have you been naughty or nice?”
“Nice.” Thwack! “Ow!”
“Have you been naughty or nice?”
“Nice.” Thwack! “Ow!”
“Have you been naughty or nice?”
“Naughty.” Thwack! “Ow!”
There did not seem to be any answer that would please Santa.

Santa then ran off. We’re not sure where. Just that he disappeared into the crowded dungeon. You know, it’s always the Jews that get persecuted.

Now, some of you think that this is just some far-fetched story that Lolita made up, but, it’s really true. It did happen. Santa even sent me a Christmas card!

Hee! I am a porno writing star! My blog made one of Chelsea Girl‘s choices at Sex Blog Roundup at Fleshbot!

Time: Saturday night
Place: TES Hanukkah party at Paddles

I had a date with Redhead Sue and well, I did the cliché holiday scene: candles. Well, that’s what you do with a hot Jewish girl on Hanukkah, right? Plus, I hadn’t played with wax since Dark Odyssey.

I put down tarps to protect the bench and Sue lay down. My naked empty canvas was beautiful unadorned, but where’s the fun in that? I dripped baby oil all over her body and spread it out with my bare hands getting to ever nook and cranny of her body. Her skin glistened under the dark club lights. I dripped a candle on her and she squirmed. I liked watching her squirm. Soon, I upped it to dripping two candles and covered her body with a nice layer of wax.

Then I started laying down votives in all different colors, pretty colors just like the Hanukkah candles that come in a box. I had eight candles lit in a row and I was the shamus. I know it was only the third night and only three candles are supposed to be lit that night but I took some artistic liberty. Plus Jews don’t believe in hell. Being Jewish, our guilt does not come from our religion, it comes from our mothers, and Mom wasn’t there.

I stood back and looked at Sue with the candles and it looked so pretty. I also noticed that we had gathered a bit of an audience. Usually I block out the voyeurs at a club when I am doing something, but this seemed like a curious and appreciative audience and the KinkyJews were there so I decided to engage the crowd and, since I forgot the words, I got them to sing Rock of Ages. Because after you light the menorah you are all supposed to sing.

Thor is a brat. That’s not a bad thing. Yes, some brats are annoying, but Thor is not that kind of brat. Thor will say something that will provoke minor dissonance, something that prods the existing balance of how we relate. Sometimes things do cry out to get shaken up a bit. I like that about Thor.

Thor is also a cultural connoisseur and someone who delights in all sorts of culinary delicacies. It’s why I enjoy his LJ. He also likes my cookies. See a picture of us at Nayland’s with my cookies (and the Lolita handbag that Santa Selina gave me for Christmas at the Perverts Saloon Holiday Tea Party that I went to earlier).

Spent an evening with Michele Serchuk, DeLano and Seraphin. Dinner at Mooncake (a lobster sandwich for me) and then some fabulous creepy puppetry theater – The Fortune Teller by Erik Sanko.

As we entered the theater, I looked at the ticket taker and it was Andy. “You’re Andy!”
He looked at me, “Is it you?”
“Yes,” I giggled and we went into the theater.

Andy and I broke up almost exactly 20 years ago. He was my last vanilla boyfriend.

Andy was a real hipster and together we did the downtown club scene. He was an artist and a musician. He was friends with Anita Sarko. He loved Rush and Ayn Rand. Andy would scold me because I smiled too much. “Stop smiling. You look like a dork.” In those pre-goth days, you were supposed to be pale and skinny and you were supposed to scowl.

Andy also scolded me in bed. I would talk fantasy shit like “Fuck me,” And “Use me,” yadda yadda.
He told me, “Don’t talk that way. It’s degrading.”
I suppose it was degrading, but that shit was getting me hot. I was too timid to defend my dirty talk.

And he wanted to know why I always wanted to do it doggy style. I had too much shame about my sexuality to tell him how I enjoyed it when he slammed into me and how I liked how his balls bounced rhythmically against my clit.

So, we broke up and I discovered a different downtown club scene. I went to the Vault and Paddles every weekend. I met all sorts of people and I learned about SM. (Nobody called it BDSM back then.)

I ran into Andy two years after the breakup and he asked me, “So, what are you into these days?”
I proudly told him, “I’m into S&M!”
He gave me a sour look and said, “Yeah, now you’re into S&M.”
What a retard. I didn’t bother saying anything. I walked away. I had always been into it and he was too stupid to see that. Of course, at the time I was too uneducated to put a name to it.

As we left the theatre tonight, I smiled and told him that I still had the bed he had made for me and the lampshades, too. I think he was surprised. My friends and I walked out, but I stopped and went back. “I have a blog. Here’s the address.” I walked away and over my shoulder I giggled, “It’s a sex blog.”

It felt so good to giggle.

The KISSmas Elf was looking at my cock. I could see the hunger in his eyes.
“You want to suck Santa’s cock, don’t you?”
He nodded, but I could see his hesitation and I knew what that hesitation was.
“You need to ask permission, don’t you?
“Yes.”
“Go ask.”

I watched him wend his way through the crowd towards his fiancé. He explained to her what he wanted to do. She was quick to say yes. I knew she would allow it, but I appreciated that he had to ask.

He returned and dropped to his knees in front of me. His fist grabbed my cock and he put his lips to the head, neither pushing nor pulling.
“Oh, no, that won’t do. You have to take more of it.”
He opened wider and slipped my cock in his mouth.
“I want to feel my cock in the back of your throat.”
He struggled to take more and I pushed into him.
“Yeah, that’s good.”

He looked up at me with his face full of my cock.
“I like seeing your eyes.”
I pulled out and let him lick a bit.
“Yeah, I like when you lick it underneath like that.”
I slapped his face with my cock.
“Good boy.”

Right now, my life is a lot of fun. If I am not careful, it just might get to be more fun.

Whoooooops…..

Last night I tied up Santa Claus
And then I also tortured his balls
Some say that is an edgy scene
But on that I have to disagree
I really have nothing to lose
Because, face it, I am a Jew