Agonising Abstinence

I have never been the type to consider sex before marriage sinful or wrong, nor do I think that it takes away from the commitment of marriage once you have found the person you want to spend the rest of your life with and yet, after years of experience and trying many things I never thought I would even consider doing, let alone adore doing – I find myself seven days into a month long vow of celibacy…

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Believe it or not, this was actually my idea… at the time, my choice was based more on me wanting to prove to my partner that I could actually survive without any sexual acts (yes, we have excluded passionate kissing here as well – what the hell was I thinking???) as well as simply challenging myself with something that I knew would not be easy to achieve – but now I see that this invisible chastity belt of pain and anguish is far more valuable than I imagined.


Still, I type this… tongue on the floor, panties in a knot, mind darting from one pornographic image to the next – desperately fantasizing about the beautifully wrapped handle of our bamboo cane tightly nuzzled between his fingers, that now sits lonely in a corner calling my name each and every single day as I open the front door after a hard days work… torture? Oh you have no idea!


It is now, at my weakest, that I ask all of you to please Be Obscene for me while I wait for the chance to make up for lost times on our wedding night… I dare you, I implore you, challenge you and think of you – make me proud ladies and gentlemen!!!




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.

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!


What is the first thing that comes to mind when you read the word choke? Take your time… allow the word to roll slowly off of the tip of your curious tongue – C.H.O.K.E


Do you paint the comedic picture of an anxious, yet too exhausted to care, waitress awkwardly hunched over and obese, spluttering regular as he desperately attempts to free the smirking chicken bone from his lard enveloped wind pipe, in vain?


Do you imagine the sports team you have cherished and celebrated since you first learnt to cheer, mournfully trudging through bruised, abused blades of grass… After having won every single highly anticipated match leading up to the grand finale – which you, the die hard supporter – wearing none other than a clown wig and a badly painted face – know in your heart of hearts they simply cannot lose – they do of course, end up losing.


Or do you immediately envision being on your knees, both of them burning as you rock back and forth on the unforgiving carpet, while you prepare for the gagging, gasping, gobbing and grinning that comes with the satisfaction of having him shove his sturdy, swelling sex to the back of your throat – your eyes alight with delicious panic.


Sometimes, it simply takes someone of the same, filthy mindset to set your soul on fire – to make you see that your depravity, is in fact, not that depraved after all!


Most of us live in a world limited by what society deems both appropriate and taboo. We believe what the fearful and self conscious tell us without realising that we, ourselves, should not be fearful or self conscious – but rather, confident and open minded enough to try everything at least once without judgement.


Sometimes, we don’t like to admit it – but when it comes to the fetishes and fantasies that truly have us sitting on the edge of our seats, begging for release – it is generally the darker, more forbidden, depraved things that get us going.


Do you want her to take control? To leave you, the man – the beast that is able to split her in half – in a bruised and bitten pile of pleasure on the bedroom floor, after having dominated you gagged and hungry-for-more alter ego.


Are you brave enough to confess that the twinge of pain that comes with him filling your stretched, sweetly sensitive sex, makes you want him to thrust even deeper than he already has… makes you want him to grab hold of you hips and pull you back onto him, just when you think you couldn’t possibly take any more?


It’s not always about acting on the dark desires you constantly force to the back of your mind – it’s about finding someone that thinks on the same primitive, sexual level… someone that will embrace each and every one with you.


Be Obscene – Because life’s too short to be anything else!!!

My Valentine


I am never easily satisfied,
Forever wanting more.
I could have him twice or thrice a day,
And still find a reason to open that drawer.

The drawer that we all have somewhere hidden,
that screams our name and houses our sins,
The drawer that could be a box under your bed,
that is filled with the most deliciously naughty things…

While, on Valentine’s Day, you dream of chocolate and flowers,
I dream of whips, masks, vibration and chains.
while, for Christmas, you hope for diamonds and cashmere
I hope that he will make me come, again and again and again!!!

I cannot begin to explain what it is that has made me this way,
all I know is – I crave the Obscene…
I cannot start to explain exactly what it is that I need…
But let’s start with how loudly you make me scream.


The Forbidden

Sharing. Something that any respectable parent teaches their child from a young age. The reward? The reason? Merely because it is the “nice” thing to do, and so we plod along through life, handing our worldly goods over to suspiciously smiling strangers for them to damage and return in a condition that leaves you wanting to force feed them the remnants while they choke.


Now, as we become older and wiser, we seek to share, but rather with consequences that are far more satisfactory… What is your favourite way to let go and give? Do you imagine it being with another man or woman?


Will you embrace your bisexual side and finally find out what it feels like to slide your fingers slowly in and out of her sex, as she gets wetter at the sight of him behind you, fully erect, throbbing and ready to part your lips?


Will you take a gamble and allow yourself to be vulnerable? Not just to one man, but to two… Allowing them to make you feel like the sex goddess you endeavour to be, nervously hoping that they won’t get lost – in the waves of testosterone that replace, what ordinarily represent brain waves – at the sight of your bare, lust inducing body?


Whatever your preference, don’t be afraid to try everything at least once. Know that you have explored each alley of your darkest desires on the map to the ultimate sexual awakening.


Be Obscene – Never judge, never be judged.