Amazing Grace

I just realized that the residents of Baghdad are probably called “Baghdadis.”

I also realized that I know less about women than even I thought possible. Blogging women, anyway.

I fought in the Sexual Revolution of the 1960’s on the side of Free Love, raised consciousness, gender equality and mutual respect. Some of us thought that’s what women wanted, and I lived a large segment of my life thinking that. Turns out they want to be tied up and played with — spanked, tormented, tickled and sexually humiliated.

As you know, I am more of a blog reader than a blog writer, and I regularly cruise for blogs to enlighten me. Since half of all blogs are written by women in their thirties, I have become one with that demographic, and in the past ten days, I have read no fewer than five posts from these girls admitting, sometimes shyly, sometimes brazenly, that they are curious about this particular kink, and want to try it, with someone they trust, of course. These women are not web sluts cruising for horny guys willing to pay for a peek at their webcams. They are single and married Moms, working women, college students and computer geekettes and other apparently normal people.

What the fuck? Why didn’t I know about this? I didn’t get the memo, I guess. This is a fantasy that I gave up on as a boy, thinking it was unattainable/creepy/illegal/perverted. Sounds like fun now, though.

To get in the proper mood I will write a bit of soft core pornography, and post it here this evening. Get the candles ready and the ambient music queued.

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In the meantime, while you wait for the dirty stuff, you may savor this picture. While I was working out this morning, I watched part of To Catch a Thief, with Cary Grant and Grace Kelly. The part I saw was the section in which they meet and get to know each other, over a 24-hour period. The chemistry is unbelievable, the erotic tension palpable — you don’t see it in movies these days — and the dialog is so fucking snappy I wanted to memorize all of it. Sadly, I was not able to. However, I did come to the conclusion that this woman is indeed a goddess.


Amazing Grace. Who’s your Baghdadi?
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14 Replies to “Amazing Grace”

  1. I do believe she IS a goddess.

    Theresa was right (she’s a goddess too), this is a well written, imaginative post.

    I also thought the whole…tie me up thing was sensual…but also seen as…well, wrong…but I don’t think that it is anymore, it all depends on trust.

  2. She is definitely a goddess. Being tied up is something that carries an element of danger and must also be carried out with someone you trust. I think once a woman reaches her 30’s, she’s definitely more adventurous and ready to try those crazier, perhaps more perverted things.

  3. It is my belief that those puritan ties still linger. Good girls/bad girls. Maybe we begin to shed the insecurities of the teens and twenties — stop caring what we think others think, or consider ladylike. We’ve gained equality. I’d kill for balance. A nice give and take.

    I did nude modeling right before I turned 30. For a start up photographer who needed content and promised not to show my face on the web. Nothing tacky, but nude nonetheless. Have disks..private photos. Not because I was comfortable with myself, but because I wasn’t. Because I didn’t want to be 80 and look back and think I had the opportunity, and did not take it. I was conflicted. What if someone saw, what if they were ugly..etc. Because I was afraid of 30 and of me and well..you know what they say about fear. The discomfort shows in the first half of the photos. Subtle, but there. Today, I think my experience would be different as I don’t care about those things anymore.

    Fab. movie. Fab. woman.

    Classics. Just don’t make ’em like that anymore…

  4. To Catch a Thief is a great movie with two attractive people starring in it. I always thought Cary Grant was the coolest.

    Also, the women are right: A woman has to really trust you to let her tie you up and treat her like you’re Jack Nicholson in the remake of The Postman Always Rings Twice. You know-Respect the cock type sex. (Can I say cock here?)

    Like love you kind of trust.

    And a filthy mind is a terrible thing to waste.

  5. Dena — You keep surprising me.

    L — I love the brunettes…

    MPH — Really! What kind of boy do you think I AM? The hardcore stuff will only be on my secret site, available by invitation only. Here, I have a (lame) reputation to uphold.

  6. Kung Pow Pig — You are not defending your trademark, therefore it is mine now. Sorry, that’s the way of the world.
    I will take the trust thing under advisement as I write porn this evening…

  7. Fantasies about submission of control are not an abandonment of gender equality. In fact, it’s almost the opposite. In order to submit, we must believe that our partner is completely worthy of our trust. This includes his commitment to protect our core dignity as well as our safety. He must know and respect our strengths and capabilities in order to play these games properly.

    With our sexuality we are allowed to play at many different roles that in any other environment would be absurd.
    There are infinite possibilities.

  8. What, Larry? You don’t think I have lawyers?

    I have lawyers the like you’ve never seen. Barristers in white powdered whigs high on cocaine shaken loose from their powdered whigs and ready to sue your ass for infringement of trademark and mental anguish. They do this becasue they love me and my cause and pork products.

    They live for this kind of shit.

    What if he knows I’m lying? Did I just type that out loud? Shit.

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