They say that silence can be both deafening and golden – which is it to you?


Do you thrive on the thought of how filthy he just might get when compelled to help you keep your mouth shut as you teeter on the edge of consuming satisfaction? Does it make you shift in your seat to imagine his fingers clamped desperately around your throat, your mouth unable to utter a single sound except for your very last breath escaping terrified from your lips?

Oh how scrumptious that which we are taught to believe is wrong as children can be once we become adults – not due to age but pure demented, twisted, wicked and wonderful experience.


Deafening silence lends itself to limp limbs and yawns of boredom. It mocks your desire, your sexuality, releasing uncontrollable bursts of laughter at you as you try – in vain – to thrill, and ultimately spill, yourself and your partner.

I say, suspend it, arms and legs clamped. Watch it panic, its anticipation growing. Tap your palm with that strategically studded paddle, allow vengeance to extend a threatening glint to your eyes… There is no place for silence here, unless – of course – it is forced upon a soon to be pile of quivering human release and relief.


Be Obscene – Because simple, relentless and complete pleasure never comes quietly.


The Bite of the Beast

There are many complexities in life. Puzzles, riddles, acronyms, abbreviations… People, above all, seem to be the most rigid Rubix Cube to solve. Irritation and hatred become lust, often love. Some of our greatest hardships lead us to our greatest triumphs… While our most horrifying nightmares are able to form a fantasy from the simple truth.


Metal clamps wrapped in a layer of silicone thin enough only to tease you with mercy, not by any means surrender it. A master puppeteer smirks while your moans, groans and squeals of delight, surprise and pure shock entice him to tighten… jiggle…tug at the only connection between himself and the pretty puppet he craves most.

Pink little puppy noses get harder, more sensitive as you begin to feel as though you simply could not handle another pull – Pain shakes it’s head at you mockingly, while Pleasure’s knees continue to weaken, like a giddy little high school whore at the sight of her juvenile jock – could you possibly be climaxing from this???


The sensation you have been longing for… craving… needing… starts building in your groin – sweaty palms cling to the sheets as if your life depended on it. Just when you begin to believe that you couldn’t feel more tensely wound up – like an elastic band stretched to capacity, on the verge of snapping – he shoves his entire length deep inside you and you collapse around him, short of breath and completely bewildered by the fact that what is written in controversial ‘romantic’ novels and what is depicted in your most treasured movie moments – can actually occur in reality.


Be Obscene – Because your dreams really do come true.

Fancy Footwork

What tickles you pink? A woman straight off of the cover of Vogue with long, perfectly defined stems that you feel would look best wrapped around your neck – you buried balls deep inside her? A pair of deliciously plump and puckered lips – on her face or, even yummier, between her thighs? Your very own Christian Grey with large, well-manicured hands, furnished with fingers long enough to make your ex feel feminine?


Or is it, by some chance, possible that the thought of having her slide her foot (prepubescently pumiced, nails varnished in a colour that tugs enticingly at the dark desires tingling in your groin) over your sex – her toes teasing the tip of your hastily growing member as you realize that lubricant does, in fact, have a greater purpose – is what you truly crave?


Is it not purely fantastic that we, as basic sexual Neanderthals, are able to find such beauty in a body part that most consider important enough only to decorate with shoes?


Be Obscene – Give in, give up, surrender, normal should never be the standard!