Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

Jefferson and I fucked and it was amazing. He then held me down and pushed his cock down my throat. There was nowhere for the drool to go but up and out, down my chin, out the sides of my mouth. The drool bubbled up like a fountain and spilled out. It collected in the hollow of my throat and ran into my ears. His cock pumped into my throat. I gurgled and sputtered.

The drool from the back of my throat is thicker and slimier. Strings of drool clung to his cock when he removed it from my mouth. Then he slid it back in again.

“You need to leave. Now.”
If I spoke that way to any other guest, it might be rude, but it was Boymeat, so it was okay.

As soon as the door shut, Don Quixote grabbed me and started spanking me. We stumbled back into the living room where the spanking continued. “This has to come off,“ and he raised my T-shirt up over me head. We raced into the bedroom and stripped. He pulled me over on top of him and spanked me some more. He reached down and laughed when he felt the wetness that he had elicited from my cunt. I straddled him and we began to kiss. I felt his hard cock pressing against me. I could feel his cock bobbing and rubbing against me every time I shifted my weight. The shifts seemed inadvertent but, no, it was me teasing him.

“Get your mouth on my cock.” I giggled, but was quick to obey, swallowing him whole. He moaned as my mouth closed around his cock. I focused on his cock and worked it until he pulled me off of it so we could fuck. We put a condom on and I climbed right back on him and fucked him. I loved watching him cum while he was inside me. It was the first time fucking my new fuckbuddy. Oh, yeah.

The next day, like every day, Boymeat and I spoke on the phone.
“I heard spanking while I was in the hall waiting for the elevator.”
“Yup.”
“Who was spanking who?”
“Good question. Maybe I’ll write a post about it.”

At the start of the orgy, we sat in the living room as people arrived one by one. The boy with the bleach blond Mohawk brought out a bottle of blue nail polish and began to paint his fingernails. He spoke about how he used to hang out with the radical faeries and went to parties at Dumba. “I stopped hanging out with them. They’re prissy and they are such chickenhawks. I like these sex parties better.”

Later, I slipped behind him on the couch and began to kiss and caress his naked body. He was slight and hairy with a nice cock. I lightly played his body with my nails and my teeth. I played with his nipple jewelry and his cock and balls. He was nervous but seemed to like what I was doing. He lay down on the couch. I bent over and slipped one of his balls into my mouth. He jumped back.

“What’s wrong?”
“You scare me.”
“Why?”
“I saw what you did to that girl in the other room.”

I had flogged a girl with a braided cat earlier. And then I caned her. It was good. I could read her reactions and I paced the strokes so that she would enjoy them. She was not scared of me.

“I was not going to do that with you. I play differently with different people.”
“But I am extrapolating. I thought you would bite my balls.”
“Nope”
“You scare me.”

I didn’t push it. I walked away.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006
TES Bondage Group: The Bondage Experience

Come explore some hands-on one-on-one rope bondage with some of the country’s best bondage experts. Lolita, Dov, Michele Serchuk, and Delano will all be at the meeting teaching and guiding individuals with specific techniques. This class will be entirely practice orientated, so bring rope, or come ready to be tied up!

$4 for members of TES and other SM/leather orgs; $8 for others
260 West 36th Street, 3rd floor
Doors open 7:30pm (no early arrivals please!); meeting begins at 8pm

Hope to see you there!

“Jefferson, you could be a porn star.”
“Really? Why do you say that?”
“Because you have amazing stamina. Plus you would never need a fluffer. I can just look at your cock and it gets hard.”
“But I would want a fluffer. That’s the best part. It would have to be in my contract.”

Sometimes you just want bio cock. This was evident when I wrote about Marcus and Me at Dark Odyssey. I totally grok the need for bio cock. Dildos, fingers and hands are all very good but sometimes nothing but a bio cock will satisfy you.

After my last breakup, in an effort to not get caught up in a rebound relationship, I forswore all bio cock for one full year. Unfortunately, while jerking off, I found myself all too often fantasizing about my ex’s bio cock. These fantasies were more emotionally unhealthy than any rebound relationship could ever be.

So I raided my stockpiles of porn and began a new regimen of reading while jerking off. I made a rule that there would be no more fantasizing about the ex. I immersed myself in back issues of Bound & Gagged and kept david stein’s Carried Away as my bedside reader.

Recently I have been allowing myself to jerk off to my own fantasies once again. I let my mind wander at will. I never fantasize about my ex anymore. That really finally is in the past. I’ve got a bunch of new fantasies now. And I have been busy gathering some fresh fodder. Yippee!

So, as I said here in the Blindfolded story, my girlfriend had not been fucked in a while and I was going to take care of that for her.

She was in town for some wedding and took an extra day to spend some time with me. We ate some dim sum and then went over to visit Jefferson. She sat on the couch and talked. Jefferson listened politely. She was just talking too much. I began to unlace my boots.
“What are you doing, Lolita?”
“Taking off my boots. I noticed that nobody else has footwear on.”
My girlfriend says, “Well, I was just following the lead of our host who is barefoot.”
“Following his lead, huh?”
I go over to Jefferson and strip his shirt off over his head.
“Okay, now follow that lead and take off your shirt.”
She doffs her shirt, “And take off yours, too, Lolita.”
I take mine off and then slide Jefferson’s pants down and now he is completely naked.
She peels her jeans off and I step out of my pants.

We are all three on the couch naked. My girlfriend is still talking too much. I pull on her hair and drag her over my lap and start slapping her muscular back.
“This is the spot where if I hit her just right, I can make her cum.”
“You should punch me if you want me to cum.”
“I’m not looking to make you cum.”

We moved to the bedroom and I asked Jefferson for a cane. I hit her with it and she complains that it is too skinny and stingy. She thought all of his toys were too stingy. The bitch has gotten so picky over the years. And she’s still talking too much. I hit her anyway. She rolled over and I hit her thighs and stomach. She squirmed and tried to get away. I hit her chest. I just hit any body part that was available.

Jefferson put on a condom right away and told her, “I’m going to fuck you, now.” She thought that was really hot that he told her, and didn’t ask her. I relaxed with them on the bed and watched Jefferson fuck her. She enjoyed his sadism and his stamina. This is not the first time that I have shared a man with her. Apparently, according to her, there are no good fucks where she lives. I find that hard to believe, but whatever… I do enjoy sharing and watching. I don’t get jealous. They are both having a good time. And I know I am going to get everything I want, too.

Jefferson totally wore my girlfriend out. She was happy. I was happy and about to get even happier. He shoved his fingers inside me and once again I squirted and left a huge wet spot. I don’t know what’s going on, if my body has changed, or if all of a sudden I am just fucking people who are able to get me to squirt. It used to be so rare for me. Anyway, then Jefferson and I fucked and it was amazing. My girlfriend and I both passed out on the bed.

We woke up for round two. Jefferson fucked my girlfriend again and then I told him, “Now, I am going to fuck you. Lay back.” He laid back and I put a condom on his cock. I straddled him and slipped his cock inside me. I slid up and down his cock slowly and smiled down at him, “There’s a lot of things I want to do with you.” He smiled and I sped up.

Afterwards, I walked home with my girlfriend.
She said, “Jefferson was so mean to me.”
“I told him to fuck you like he hated you.”
“Yeah, and he fucked me in the ass, too.”
“Yup, I saw that.”
“Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. Just let’s go home so you can fix my laptop.”

Intimacy can be the most terrifying thing. There are different types of intimacy. The one that I find most terrifying and stress producing is inviting people into my home. I always fantasize about having people over and “entertaining.” I have the skills to do it. It really shouldn’t be such a big deal. But it is. When I invite people over, I freak out. So, it is rare that I do it. But I do think I should do it more often. It may be easier if I do it more. Or maybe I will just spend more time freaking out.

I mention this now because I hadn’t had anybody over in a while and Don Quixote came over recently. And, of course, I freaked out for the days leading up to that. But then he was there and I was able to freak out in his presence. Oh my god, there he is sitting on my couch. What’s he thinking? All I want is to jump on him, but I figure it’s best to wait until after we eat.

I made a light supper: pumpkin soup and a leafy green salad with walnuts, cranberries and crumbled goat cheese. Very seasonal. And served on the Russell Wright dishes. It was polite and proper and we talked and got to know each other a bit. After we ate, I told him to go and sit on the couch again. And then I jumped on top of him. Yeah, really, I climbed on top of him and buried my face in him and took in his smell. Nobody else smells like that. I don’t know what it is. I like it but I have never smelled anybody like that before.

I wanna touch him. I unbutton his shirt but it’s not enough. He strips my shirt and bra off of me and my breasts tumble out and he buries his face in my chest. There’s still too much clothing in the way and the couch is not conducive. “Come to my bedroom.” And I lead him in there.

He stands by the bed and hesitates for just a small moment. I push him onto the bed and take his pants down. For some reason, I have no patience. I am too excited to go slow. And I dive right into his crotch and work his balls and his cock with my mouth. But he can’t get erect. He’s nervous, too. He grabs me away from his cock and uses his mouth on my crotch. I like that. It’s good, but I am all about cock cock cock and I go back to it. He tells me to stop and shoves his fingers in my cunt. Oh, that’s good. And when he’s done with me, there’s this huge wet spot on the bed. “What is that? Is that from me?” It was. I am surprised because I am not usually a squirty girl. Not a bad thing, but just unusual for me. Actually, I think it is very sexy.

We lie there and we kiss and look and touch. Now we have slowed down. We talk and kiss some more. I am learning about him. At one point, I have my teeth on his arm. “Go ahead. You can bite harder than that.” I sink my teeth in slowly. His breathing changes and his cock stiffens. I ignore his cock and then sink my teeth into his chest. Again, slowly increasing the pressure. His cock is rock hard. I love that he is turned on by the pain. I start working on one of his nipples. I clamp my teeth down on it. He really likes that. I pop a clothespin on the nipple and move my mouth to the other one. This other nipple can’t take as much, but that’s okay. I pop another clothespin on it and head south to his hard cock. This time it is waiting for me and it welcomes my mouth. I work it deep until I gag and gasp and then I work it deep again and again.

He’s close. I can sense it. And he grabs me and pulls me up to kiss him while he works his cock with his hand. He shoots on his stomach and I collapse onto him sliding around on his belly. I want to feel his cum.

He says, “I guess I should have just said, “Bite me.” I laugh and pull his hair and kiss him. I think about how much fun it will be to learn what works with him.

PS I figured out a few days later that the reason I had no patience to go slow was that I was at that point in my cycle where I am stubborn and bitchy and just want what I want.

My Philly teaching trip has been canceled. ;-(

PASSION 101

is proud to host a weekend of workshops with

LOLITA WOLF

*Class size is limited. Advance registration is required!*

About Lolita Wolf

Lolita Wolf describes her self as a poly switch who plays pansexually. She is an activist who defends the rights of S/M practitioners, spreads the word about S/M, and helps the community grow and flourish. Yet, her goal remains “to have fun”.

Lolita’s boundless energy and her contributions to the scene in her eighteen years of involvement are truly impressive. She is an Emeritus Board Member of both The Eulenspiegel Society (TES) and Leather Leadership Conference, past Chair of Lesbian Sex Mafia, honorary member of GMSMA and active with the National Coalition For Sexual Freedom (NCSF). She is the treasurer and volunteer co-coordinator of Leather Pride Night.

Lolita has presented workshops for organizations across the country, including TES, GMSMA, Black Rose, Thunder in The Mountains, South Plains Leatherfest, NELA, to name a few. She has also presented seminars at Columbia, Yale, NYU, and Rutgers Universities.

Lolita has been recipient of the Northeast Region Pantheon of Leather Award (1996 and 2000), NLA Order of Merit Award (1996), NLA Lifetime Achievement Award (1997), Gloria Brame’s Kinky Hall of Fame Award (1998), Barry Douglas Community Service Award (1998), as well as having received the Defenders NY Founders Award (1999) and the Leather Archives & Museum “Watch Out” Certificate (2000). Lolita has also been published in Prometheus, Equus Eroticus and On Our Backs Magazine, as well as in her blog at http://lolitawolf.blogspot.com.

November 3, Friday, 7pm-9pm:
The Well-Hung Hand – Vaginal Fisting

Vaginal fisting is having all or most of a lover’s hand in one’s cunt. It is an intimate activity that requires patience, communication and lots of lube. And then some more lube. We’ll cover the techniques and safety you need to know to make this a tender and full-filling experience for you and your partner.

November 4, Saturday, 1pm-3pm:
Sensory Deprivation & Control

Whether done for erotic pleasure or “torture,” controlling a bottom’s senses (sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch) can effectively change the whole psychology of a person. The whole balance of a person can be transformed. Other senses become intensified. We’ll be exploring various toys and techniques (both store-bought and homemade) that you can use to enhance both the reality and the fantasy in a scene. Of course, we will deal with all the safety issues. Please come and volunteer. We’ll be taking participants from the audience.

November 4, Saturday, 4pm-6pm:
Caning – Ouch from “Ah!” to “Zowie!!!”

In the Victorian era and the British school system, caning was traditional for severe punishment. This makes for good role play opportunities. Canes are very scary – even just the threat can terrify your bottom. But caning can be sensuous as well and, with finesse, you can have your partners begging for more. Some bottoms can actually come from being caned. We’ll cover selecting a good cane, care and techniques as well as some role play and ritual.

Passion 101: Fantasy Workshops at Passional

704 South 5th Street, Philadelphia PA

Fee per workshop: $35 per person, $60 per kissing couple

Students must be 18 years of age or older.

Advance registration is required. Register at Passional, online at http://passional.net or call 215-829-4986.