Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

KD is one of the hottest butches in NYC. We walked through Central Park one evening and stopped at Bethesda Fountain. KD told me about the sculptor, Emma Stebbins. Her female lover died from breast cancer, and in the nineteenth century, the only “cure” was water therapy, so she sculpted this fountain with healing water. This statue is also the inspiration for Tony Kushner ‘s Angels in America.

Today is my day on the virtual book tour for Rachel Kramer Bussel’s Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica book. I am very honored that she chose me to participate. I love spanking both as a top and as a bottom. My favorites are erotic spankings and role-play scenarios. I have my own How-To DVD/book, Spanking . I also have the 100 Divas Project (and I want to add Rachel to the list soon). And tonight I’ll be helping out by offering spankings at the Friends of Jefferson fundraiser.

Rachel is allowing me to give away a free copy of her book to one lucky winner. All you have to do is comment here and tell me what your favorite spanking scenario is. I will choose a winner one week from now. And I will put the winning scenario up in my blog.

Here’s a bonus excerpt of a hot spanking scenario from the book. This is from Pre-Party by Thomas S. Roche.

He pulls up her skirt and exposes her ass for a spanking.

“The guests,” she says, her voice all bleating desperation as he rubs the crotch of the rubber panties, forcing the vibe against her clit so that she gasps. Then he draws back and his cupped hand comes down hard on one firm cheek of her ass. She utters a yelp, grinds her hips against him. The vibe visibly jiggles around; even in the tight rubber panties, it can’t stay absolutely still. He brings his hand down again, feeling the taut clench and the give of her asscheek. This time she doesn’t yelp; she moans.

He adjusts the vibe and lifts his hand. This blow makes her whimper, softly, as she fucks herself slowly and rhythmically against his lap, rubbing the vibe between her clit and his thigh while she presents herself, ass high, for his next blow.

He gives it to her, right on the sweet spot, knowing from experience that the burst of sensation is going right into her clit, or her cunt, or her asshole, or something, some magic part of her that’s going to get her off, especially with the vibe buzzing crazily.

He starts spanking her faster, a blow every other second, one cheek to the other, then both, then her pussy, careful not to smack the vibe—that would hurt, and worse yet, it might break the damn thing. She’s moaning and bucking, and he’s let go of her wrists because she needs them to claw at the bed. His hand’s in her mouth now; she’s biting his palm, hard, as he spanks her rapidly, adjusting the vibe every dozen strokes or so to make sure it’s right where it’s supposed to be—on her clit, making her come.

But it’s the spanking that pushes her over the edge, when he blows off the vibe and just lets it bounce and jiggle in there, and smacks her hard on one sweet spot and then the other, over and over again, faster, while she bites his palm until he’s afraid she’ll draw blood and is surprised he doesn’t care—then she moans so loud he knows the guests downstairs are hearing it, and since he’s sure they don’t care, he doesn’t care, but he probably wouldn’t anyway.

She writhes until her face is pointing up a little and her back is straight, leaving her rigid across his lap; her eyes go wide, and he catches them—open, lost, empty, focused on nothing but the explosion of pleasure that’s about to go through her. Then it happens, and her eyes go tightly shut, and she melts into him again, dissolving into the rapid blows of his open hand on her ass, bucking and humping and shuddering all over as she comes.

When she finally goes slack, she desperately gropes after the vibe to turn it off, but can’t manage it, her hands are shaking so bad. He slips his hands into her rubber panties and turns off the tiny machine. Good thing the vibrator’s waterproof. Inside, the panties are molten, juices leaking out onto his leather pants and dribbling onto the bed.

She takes a deep breath, goes sliding out of his lap, and lands on the floor with her head on his thigh.

“The guests,” says Jessa. “We should get downstairs. How rude of us.”

Rachel has set up a whole blog just for this book. There’s a lot of good stuff over there and she’s constantly updating.

The next stop on the tour is August 28 at Sexy Prime. Check her out tomorrow.

Boymeat, Dara and I went to see Fuerza Bruta. Boymeat and I had enjoyed De La Guarda a few years back and this was produced by the same people. We waited in line for about two hours for rush tickets. They sell 20 tickets two hours before each performance for just $25. We scored our tickets and went off to dinner before the show.

The show is general admission with no seating at all. The performance moves around, above and through the audience. We checked our bags so that we would not be encumbered. When we went upstairs to the performance space, I got all pouty when I found out we could use our cameras at the show and mine was checked in my bag. But then I realized I would enjoy the show more without the camera. So I just relaxed and took it all in.

Some guy approached me. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but he took my hand and we walked closer together and watched for a while. Okaaay….Then he told me to climb the stairs to get on stage. Oh! I finally figured out the guy was part of the show! Duh! So I got up there and danced with them. And we all stood still every time the ceiling dropped and exploded on our heads. And then we resumed dancing. It was wild.

What was really wild was the applause and the people treating me like I was such a big deal. They were all telling me how great they thought I was. One girl who waited in line with us came over and hugged me. Two people called me awesome. So funny.

Hooray for Boymeat for getting a picture of this with his new iPhone just so I could show the folks back home.

A mainstream newspaper with an article on how we’re normal and maybe even happier. Now, that is freaky!

Graylin Thornton of California and Larry Manion of Missouri were elected as incoming members to the LLC Emeritus Board. LLC-XIII will take place in Atlanta, GA on April 3 – 5, 2009.

WHIPPED! is a new Fetish and BDSM Club night hosted by Mistress Sasha and Alex X every Thursday at the Zodiac Lounge in Babylon, NY.

Boymeat and I went to IKEA yet again. Contrary to what you all must think, I only own one piece of IKEA furniture. But I do eat a lot of meatballs.

I want to see the Catherine Opie show at the Guggenheim. It runs September 26 through January 7.

The tide is turning. For the first time, most American believe that churches should keep out of social and political matters.

Geg and Ernie

A special evening with friends, good food, a stunning garden and lots of nakedness. Thanks, guys!

I sewed pretty beads onto my hot date on Friday night at Floating World. I also did a small baby cutting – it was her first cutting ever. She thought I wasn’t serious; she didn’t believe I would do it. I did. It’s a rule that you never threaten something you won’t actually do. It has to do with credibility. I loved seeing her wear the beads during the weekend. I took them out on Sunday morning. They would have gotten in the way of our Sunday night bondage scene.

On Broadway near 75th street, I was attracted to the cute light yellow truck that dispenses artisan ice cream. I had a cone of the pistachio. It was creamy and not too sweet. It felt like a grownup ice cream. I need to go back and try the other flavors. There are also 2 downtown locations.

Tober Brandt, Dante, Mark Wells, Van Darkholme, Devin, Nick Moretti and Tyler Saint on boundgods.com

BoundGods is kink.com’s new gay site. I love it. The director is Van Darkholme who is hot and extremely talented with rope. His book, Male Bondage, is all beautiful men tied in exquisite rope. I’ll show it to you sometime.