Jun 20

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Mistress Eva: OK my cum drinking sluts! 61 pages of Cum Recipes! Prepare a dish and call me! You know you want to!

Mar 29

By Tom Phillips
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Man’s penis freed from metal pipe with industrial grinder
A man who got his penis stuck in a steel pipe had to be cut free by firefighters using a metal grinder, after doctors in casualty could not free his genitals from their metal trap.

An angle grinder at work
Medics at Southampton General Hospital struggled to get the man’s penis out of the stainless steel pipe, because the restricted blood flow had caused it to become erect.
Instead, they resorted called in Hampshire Fire and Rescue Service.
The fire crew turned up with a special equipment unit from St Mary’s station in Southampton and seven firefighters to help, in what a spokesman understatedly described as a ‘delicate operation’.
The firefighters used the four-and-a-half-inch industrial metal grinder to cut the pipe from around the anaesthetised man’s penis.
The penis was left bruised and swollen, but otherwise unharmed by its traumatic day.
The man, thought to be aged around 40, did not explain to hospital staff how exactly the pipe got stuck around his penis, after he presented himself at the hospital’s Accident & Emergency department on Tuesday morning. He was said to be ‘quite concerned and anxious’.
A Hampshire Fire and Rescue Service spokesman said: ‘It was a very delicate operation that required a very steady hand and the crew was worried about things getting too hot during the cutting.
‘It’s certainly an unusual call-out, and I’m sure the man won’t be getting into that situation again.’
Watch manager Greg Garrett from the Redbridge fire station told the Southampton daily Echo: ‘I’ve only come across this type of thing three or four times in my 17 years as a firefighter. It’s not a daily occurrence.’

Mistress Eva’s Thoughts…
I laughed out loud when I read this! Some men are just tempted to put their puny cocks into any hole! LOL I rate this very high on the Humiliation Scale!

Mar 17

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I just got back from a awesome trip to DC! I went there for two reasons. One to have fun sessions and two, SHOP!

I had four sessions scheduled but only two showed up. I was not shocked. Alas, the ones who stood me up were put on my BAD BOY list! Anyone who stands me up gets listed there. They will have to pay a high deposit to ever see me.

One of my sweet subs brought me a box of Godiva Dark Chocolate Truffles which were Divine. Funny enough, another sub spoke of a story about a psycho who made some disgusting soap made with his urine and he dipped it in Godiva Chocolate and put it in a fancy box with ribbons and presented it to his dinner date. She bit into it and was obviously disgusted by the taste but yet ate the whole thing because she didnt want to be rude. The psycho gets off on this and is wanking under the table. This has stuck in this sub’s mind all this time. So I was happy to offer him a truffle. It was amusing to watch him bite into it hesitantly then smile when it was rich and delicious.

I had a wonderful time shopping at the Crucible’s Leather Flea Market. My best buy was a leather pig hood with snap on eye covers and a zipper on the mouth. Its perfect for my Humiliation sluts! I got a beautiful burgandy dragontail from Dragontails. After a little practice, I felt very comfortble using it. Rainbow Rope sells medical play supplies and I picked up Proctoscope and some 22g needles. I also got some sterile lube for my sounds kit.

At Details, I discovered that a friend of mine has taken over the business. I got a nice braided flogger, a paddle with SLUT on it and a singletail with spray of tails on the end.

I got some smaller odds and ends I left the Fleamarket satisfied but poorer..lol

I went to the Crucible’s play party and enjoyed the company of James and Danny. I did not bring my toy bag to the party but I still gave a young sub a good spanking! It was great seeing old friends and making new ones too.

I did not go to bed until 4 am and was out of the hotel by 10 am. I slept for most of the ride back to Chester then drove back to Durham.

I am looking forward going to DC again next weekend!

Feb 25


I laughed my ass off!
Hope you do too!

Mistress Eva

Feb 15

By Steve Williams

Together with the New York Times, CBS has released the results of their latest poll in which they attempt to gauge support for repealing the military gay ban ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.’ Interestingly, they found that more people support letting gays and lesbians serve in the military than support homosexuals. What? It seems that, at least in the minds of some respondents, words, and the emotions evoked by those words, really can make a difference. Here’s a brief summary of the CBS poll (click here for the full article):

In the poll, 59 percent say they now support allowing “homosexuals” to serve in the U.S. military, including 34 percent who say they strongly favor that. Ten percent say they somewhat oppose it and 19 percent say they strongly oppose it.

But the numbers differ when the question is changed to whether Americans support “gay men and lesbians” serving in the military. When the question is asked that way, 70 percent of Americans say they support gay men and lesbians serving in the military, including 19 percent who say they somewhat favor it. Seven percent somewhat oppose it, and 12 percent strongly oppose it…

(This poll was conducted among a random sample of 1,084 adults nationwide, interviewed by telephone February 5-10, 2010. Phone numbers were dialed from random digit dial samples of both standard land-line and cell phones. The error due to sampling for results based on the entire sample could be plus or minus three percentage points. The error for subgroups is higher.)

The poll also found a similar trend when asking whether “gays and lesbians” should serve openly in the military as opposed to asking whether “homosexuals” should serve openly in the military, with a difference of 58 percent to 44 percent showing support respectively. The article notes that, regardless of the term, support for gay and lesbian people in the military has risen since 1993 when the ban on openly gay service members was introduced, although support has waned when compared to data they gathered the past year.

The distinction between “gay and lesbian” and “homosexual” has also been highlighted in an ABC/Washington Post poll, in which there were several questions regarding gay rights, including a couple that also attempted to measure support for repealing the military anti-gay policy ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.’

The results of the poll suggest a higher rate of support than the New York Times poll, with nearly three quarters of the people questioned saying that they favor the inclusion of “homosexual” service personnel.

However, the ABC poll also details that in past surveys they have sometimes used the terms “gay and lesbian” rather than “homosexual” to ask those same questions. Is this just semantics or could this lead to an important difference? ABC and the Washington Post thought it was worth making a note of, so this may at least indicate that the terms are no longer thought of as completely synonymous.

Here’s a bit of detail on the interesting demographics demonstrated in the ABC poll from the Washington Post’s summary:

The poll also reveals several sharp demographic divides. Men (65 percent) and seniors (69 percent) are far less likely than are women (84 percent) and young adults (81 percent under age 30) to say that gays should be allowed to serve if they have disclosed their sexual orientation. Knowing a gay person makes a big difference: Among those who say they have a gay friend or family member, 81 percent support allowing gay people to serve openly, compared with 66 percent who say they do not know someone who is gay.

The poll was conducted by telephone Feb. 4-8 among a random national sample of 1,004 adults, including users of both conventional and cellular phones. The margin of sampling error is plus or minus three percentage points.

I notice that in the summary, the Washington Post have mostly used the words “gay” and “gays.” Other than the age and political leanings of the writer, which may play a role in word choice, is there a meaningful difference between the terms “homosexual” and “gay and lesbian” for the wider population? Well, from my perspective as a gay rights advocate, I think there is a subtle bit of psychology going on here, but to see it properly I think you might have to take it to contrasting extremes.

In the course of blogging about LGBT related news stories and political developments, I read through hundreds of articles from dozens of websites. Some of the sites I regularly go to are pro-gay and tend to only use the terms “gay and lesbian” or the familiar “LGBT,” and variations thereof.

Other sites that I visit are, however, decidedly less supportive, and although there is the often heard term “the gay agenda” banded about, more prevalent are terms like “the radical homosexual movement,” “the homosexual political movement,” “the pro-homosexual lobby,” “the homosexual extremists” and, my personal favorite, ” the radical homosexualists” [sic].

To my mind, the word “homosexual” has a very clinical cadence to it, and the emotions it seems to invoke appear to stem from the not too distant past when homosexuality was still thought of as an affliction and a mental disorder. There’s also an inherently androcentric core to the word “homosexual.” Of course, it can be used to refer to both gay and lesbian people, but I’d wager that the word “homosexual” is mostly used in reference to gay men, especially when utilized by social and religious conservatives. Moreover, it probably carries notions of sex and, by extension, anal sex or sodomy, which is usually one of the central pillars of disgust threaded throughout most prejudiced material.

Interestingly, Wayne Besen over at Truth Wins Out comments on the first CBS/New York Times poll with a slightly different take. He draws our attention to the recent touting of the term “Same-Sex Attraction” or “SSA” by groups such as the American Family Association and The National Association for Research and Therapy of Homosexuality (NARTH). In his commentary on the issue, Besen writes:

We should not help our enemies by adopting their language, which is specifically designed and employed to portray us as freaks with a problem that needs to be fixed. SSA — much like STD — sounds like you have a disease that can be cured by running to the local doctor for a shot the pharmacy for a prescription or the shrink for a session.

Many people would say that we shouldn’t get caught up with labels, and to an extent I do agree with that. But look at how SSA has been packaged to sound like a mental disorder. The message behind that is clear: Homosexuals are diseased, mentally unstable and in need of treatment. Similarly, the word “homosexual” still seems to carry that same tone of affliction with it.

The real proof of this subtle distinction, I think, is to be found in the “ex-gay” movement. Wayne Besen himself has been fighting the lies of the “conversion therapy” advocates for years. They believe that you can cure homosexuality. That issue aside, notice that they don’t call themselves the “ex-homosexual movement.” It doesn’t sound quite as warm and fuzzy, does it?

Earlier in the week, I wrote about how Parents and Friends of Gays and Ex-Gays (PFOX) are pushing their ex-gay material into schools. This is an excerpt from their website, which is typical of their fliers and published material too (emphasis mine):

PFOX is not a therapeutic or counseling organization. PFOX supports families, advocates for the ex-gay community, and educates the public on sexual orientation. Each year thousands of men, women and teens with unwanted same-sex attractions make the personal decision to leave homosexuality. However, there are those who refuse to respect that decision. Consequently, formerly gay persons are reviled simply because they dare to exist! Without PFOX, ex-gays would have no voice in a hostile environment…

This text is so ripe with the distinction between “gay” and “homosexual” it’s almost as though there’s a science to how it was written. Notice that the bad old gays have SSA and it is inferred that they have chosen to give in to their “homosexuality,” while those that PFOX are trying to court are in fact referred to as “gay” so that they can, in turn, become “ex-gay?”

This is fascinating to me because the subtle distinction of terms seems to be pervasive and firmly ingrained, and, while I’m not quite convinced that the CBS poll indicates this phenomenon outright, it does at least open the door to this wider discussion.

So what do you think? Should we pay closer attention to the words we’re using, and perhaps even more importantly, the words that others are using about us? Do you think words really have the power to effect the way we feel about a certain group of people? Or do you think that labels aren’t as important as the CBS poll suggests, as it is, after all, just one poll? Have your say below.

Feb 10

Happy Valentines day! You know what I like best about this special holiday, besides hating on it? Getting slapped in the face by women.

Hold on, hold on — let me elaborate. See, I get sexually aroused when a gal hauls off and socks me. I do. I like it when women smack me across the face. (Well, wait, I don’t like it all the time. I don’t walk around hoping random women will backhand me. Women typically wear at least one ring, and who can afford a facial scar In This Economy?)

The soufflé of pain and pleasure that I feel after a woman slaps me melts me to my very core. It all started in 7th grade. I made some crack to Carolyn Hester* which didn’t sit well with her friend Catherine Chang*, who proceeded to wallop me about the head. The shock! Oh it was a brilliant, blinding white light that ate up everything and everyone around me. The pain! It was pure and clear and deliciously hot. Our fellow seventh graders gawked in stunned silence as my face was consumed in flames.

I remember my brain convulsing with information — do I cry or do I laugh? I wanted to do both, but I ended up smiling, and this seemed to piss her off even more. She called me a jerk and, they stormed off while my peers crowded around me guffawing and giggling. In my pre-pubescent pants, things were happening.

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Being only eleven at the time, the sex part was naturally brutally overtaken by self-disgust, confusion, and fear. What the hell is wrong with me, I wondered? What kind of horrible pervert gets wood from pain? Are the cops going to burst into homeroom and haul me off to pervert camp? Then, of course, guilt swept in and I figured I should probably go ahead and tell my parents the Bar Mitzvah is off as I’m clearly the devil.

For a long, long time, people who engaged in or were aroused by the thought of sadomasochism were considered mentally ill. According to Psychology Today, it wasn’t until the 1980s that the American Psychiatric Association removed BDSM as a category in its Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. Now granted, I’ve never been lashed to a radiator or had hot wax dribbled upon my nips, so I don’t think I qualify as a full-on masochist, but if pain via a wildly mismatched power relationship with another person turns me on, then let’s not split hairs.

For a long time, my enjoyment of being publicly or privately humiliated laid dormant. In college, I could only dream of a girl loosing my spit onto a wall with her hand. But as the years passed and my interactions with women became a just a touch more sophisticated, opportunities to be slapped across the face increased.

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Then something magical happened. I met this beautiful lesbian at a press event in Paris, where everyone was high off expensive champagne and the notion that journalism was a viable career path. We were flirting the way you can with other people when there’s no chance of anything actually happening between you, all mind games and teasing. There’s was no fear because there are no expectations — we both liked girls.

I was being particularly flirtatious/obnoxious when she said “If you’re not careful, I’m going to f*** you tonight.” I was all, Whaaaa? Yet she had said it in front of the group, in a mock-serious manner, despite the fact that she prefers women. Regardless, I became hallucinatory with arousal. So I said, without remembering to make the decision, “So slap me.” It was the closest to sex I was going to get.

After a lot of giggling from the group, she asked me if I was serious. I said yes. When it became clear she was going to slap me, she held up her hand and waited. The anticipation was brutal and exquisite. My cheeks twitched. But she was tentative and her slap was too much wrist and too little arm and shoulder. The pain was just a low-flame sizzle, but the electric current warmed everyone at the table. “Hit me again,” I said, and she did — this time, harder.

The Hurt Locker
What follows a good slap to the face is a sort of psychic release. Although, ostensibly, I was getting the opposite of what I supposedly wanted (violence instead of tenderness) there’s something deeply, emotionally satisfying about it. Who, on some level, doesn’t crave punishment? Orgasm is replaced with validation. My insecurities about my abilities to understand and conquer women are realized concretely, and then somehow magically banished. There’s no abstractions, no games, no pointless posturing.

And there’s something beautiful about that millisecond of physical contact. What’s more tender than placing your open palm on another’s cheek? The slap is the super-heated version, made brilliantly brief. For just the most fractional of moments, there was her hand and my face and nothing but fire.

That second time, she’d smiled, raised her hand at shoulder height, palm facing down, and finally let go. Her aim was true. Like the abyss that comes with climax, that moment where everything drains from your consciousness and the only thing that exists is the pleasure (or in this case, the pain) I ceased existing. It felt insanely right. And the amazing thing was instead of the typical desire for retreat I feel after an orgasm, I had a miniature, sublime blackout.

Meanwhile, all around us, one by one, my fellow journalists started smacking each other.

*names changed to protect the violent.

[Redacted] is the resident Single Guy writer for Lemondrop. He’s a lovable pervert who likes peanut butter sandwiches, white wine, and referring to the characters on “True Blood” by their first names, as if they were old friends. In 1999, the Rev.Jerry Falwell said the Antichrist would probably arrive soon in the form of a Jewish guy — just something to think about.

Oct 21

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Sitting Back and enjoying the Morning!

Its 7 am and I am just getting ready for bed. I swear there is a internal instinct in me that is purely nocturnal. Lately I have been going to bed right before the sun comes up and waking up as it becomes dark. Probably not healthy, but its what feels right of late. Its not really new and my Dad has been known to do it too. When I was 5, he would let me stay up and watch Shock Theatre. Even then, I would rather see someones head cut off than watch Saturday morning cartoons. A Little Goth..maybe…devil spawn..maybe…a little crazy..sometimes..Some of my more scarier traits I got from Dad. Dont blame me, blame him! Growing up there were many times that I hated him. Mostly when he was right. As I have gotten older, my relationship with my dad has vastly improved. I realize he wasnt as dumb as I thought. He knew the real horrors out there and he was trying to protect me. I am hard headed and stubborn so I had to find out for myself. I have learned some very painful lessons but at least I learned from them.

Im sitting here with my coke zero, surveying my house. I see what needs to be done. Yet I see how great it looks too. The house has been transformed over the last two months. The bug problem is gone. My rooms are organized and put away. (SW the dishes are still waiting for you!) The pillows that Looney got me look great! My Altar is dusted and set how I want it. My Playroom is immaculate and very organized too. Im saving up for some new couches.

I also want to decorate my porch and yard for Halloween and Fall. My lone pumpkin is lonely! It needs many more pumpkin companions! Some lush Mums too. Maybe some gourds too. Yeah, you see where this is going.

I wonder if my dark angel and sweet SW are up yet…

Good Morning to All!

Oct 21

Clorox Cleaner with Bleach..Removes Stains & Disinfects Quita las Manchas y Desinfecta

For some mysterious reason I love this stuff! SW got it for the house. Its a spray cleaner and there is just something about the smell of it. Then again, I love the smell of rubbing alcohol and starch too. I find that I am using this stuff all over the place. Unfortunately the bleach has stained some of my clothes so I might be geting carried away.

Cleanliness is next to Godliness! Somewhere a cleaning fairy got her wings!

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Sep 25

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By Julieanne Smolinski

From country star Loretta Lynn’s delightful memoir, “Still Woman Enough,” she discloses that she didn’t know that having babies was caused by having sex until after she was married and pregnant.

We hear you, Loretta. After a recent informal survey around the office, we found out that we had some pretty wacky sexual misconceptions growing up. So we asked our friends, co-workers, and Twitter buddies to tell us their most wrong-headed notions about “makin’ time.”

Below, check out our roundup of childhood sexual misconceptions, helpfully ranked on a scale of Sexual Confusion. And thank your lucky stars for public school and HBO, because if we hadn’t eventually learned about sex, we’d all be pregnant, in prison, or incredibly frustrated by the search for the elusive navel G-spot.

Misconception: “I thought sex was naked people on top of each other groping and kissing, like in movies. In fifth grade, my brother told me the penis went INSIDE. I was horrified.” — Meg, 28
Sexual Confusion Index: 3 out 11 Andy Dicks

Misconception: “My babysitter told me you could get AIDS from crying.” — Laura, 32.
Sexual Confusion Index: 3.5 out of 6 Alexis Arquettes

Misconception: “Penis + bellybutton = baby. I used to think that was the only way to do it, but now I realize that’s just my preferred method.” — Sarah, 25
Sexual Confusion Index: 2 out of 6 Anne Heches

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Misconception: “The boyfriend I had when I was 18 still thought that girls only had one ‘hole.’” — Gina, 23
Sexual Confusion Index: 4 out of 7 Lohans

Misconception: “I once asked my grandma, ‘Why do they call it blow if you suck?’” — Alexis, 24.
Sexual Confusion Index: 2 out of 11 Andy Dicks

Misconception: “I thought a girl got pregnant when a guy peed in her.” — Erin, 26.
Sexual Confusion Index: 3 out of 6 Alexis Arquettes

Misconception: “I had no concept of a penis. I thought men had three balls and that’s it. I’m glad I was wrong.” — Diana, 24.
Sexual Confusion Index: 5 out of 6 Anne Heches

Misconception: “My parents gave me the ‘Where Did I Come From?’ book when I was really young. So from the illustrations I thought babies were made by two hippies.” — Maggie, 28
Sexual Confusion Index: 2 out of 7 Lohans

Misconception: “I used to think that sex was for two people who really loved each other.” — Molly, 23
Sexual Confusion Index: 7 out of 7 Andy Dicks

Misconception: “I knew that sperm and eggs made babies. But, my parents neglected to mention these things came from people. For several years I thought that you could pick up eggs and sperm and go home and make yourself a baby. Kinda like pancakes.” — Ben, 26
Sexual Confusion Index: 5 out of 6 Alexis Arquettes

Misconception: “Two words: vagina dentata.” - Tom, 29
Sexual Confusion Index: 4 out of 5 Anne Heches

MISTRESS EVA LORDES: I am curious to hear about your sexual misconceptions! You may confess by leaving a comment!

Sep 14

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(Note how happy and calm the sub is!)

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