Is “Politics” a synonym for “Hypocrisy”? Fuck yeah!

November 17th, 2008

ChocAnilla Lounge is about sex and images of sex. I use other outlets to vent my political and social gripes, whether about society’s ills or my friends’ (or my own) shortcomings. But here I am about to break my self-imposed rule, thus, the birth of the “Rant” category. (I promise to use it very sparingly):

I like to fuck my man. Lately, I’ve begun sharing images (and soon, video) of me and my man fucking, here at the Lounge.

In a recent conversation, while sharing an after-work pina colada with a few female co-workers, I alluded to my predilection for bumping uglies and all the various nuances that it entails for me, from seduction to satisfaction. (Remember, our motto is Succumb, Submit, Surrender.) So in expressing myself I took the already crude dialogue up a notch by using the F-word. This being a true gathering of bosom buddies (all females) feeling a bit tipsy and comfortable among each other, my comment did not really raise any eyebrows. Or so I thought at the time.

The next day I was approached by the newest member of the group from the previous evening’s gathering. She is, basically, my equal on the corporate ladder (but for my seniority), and the wife of a politician. She is also a fun person to talk to, although just a bit too “ambitious” for my taste. So while we get along on a more cordial level, we probably wouldn’t become BFF’s anytime soon.

In my office with the door closed, she proceeded to inform me, in a casual, and even friendly, manner, that she thought my use of the “big F” the night before was quite out of character and somewhat distasteful. Taken aback I asked if she was kidding. She confirmed for me that she was not. Now, while her approach was not aggressive, so to speak, I was nonetheless insulted by this attack. This, coming from a person who had used words such as “queers” and “dykes” in a derogatory manner to refer to same-sex couples while debating the merits & validity (or lack thereof) of same-sex marriage, probably shouldn’t have surprised me. I had already gotten from her a sense of self-righteousness and moral superiority. This is someone who wholeheartedly supports her husband’s political maneuvers to secure favorable zoning laws for developers at the expense of the disenfranchised (read poor) residents of the city.

Anyway, our light hearted banter soon gave me a bad taste in my mouth and, with the same casualness as she had begun the conversation, I politely asked her to get the fuck out of my office, as I had real work to do.

I shared this incident with the other ladies and they all basically laughed it off as the other one being persnickety or uptight. One even suggested that she simply needed a good fuck. And there seems to be no real, lasting damage done to our professional relationship.

But this left me thinking about the word FUCK. And so I went to look it up in a bunch of places, including the ever trustworthy Wikipedia. What I found was so amusing that I had to break my own “no rant” rule here at the Lounge. Following is an excerpt from a part of the results returned when the word “FUCK” is searched at Wikipedia. You may remember the incident. What so amused me was the very last sentence:

“In June 2004, United States Vice President Dick Cheney replied to criticism about Halliburton’s role in the reconstruction of Iraq from Democratic senator Patrick Leahy with “fuck yourself”. The media, and opposition parties were very quick to highlight the White House’s stance on obscenities uttered in this manner, quoting their reaction to a similar outburst by John Kerry in December 2004. Coincidently, Cheney’s outburst occurred on the same day that the Defense of Decency Act was passed in the Senate.”

Needless to say, I am still laughing. And I have now taken to greeting my priggish peer with salutations such as, “How the fuck are you today?” whenever I get the opportunity. I think she has begun to get used to it. I only hope her “virtuous” character would never allow her to peruse the world of sex blogs. Otherwise, I’d be FUCKED!

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Do I wanna be a porn star?

February 23rd, 2008

Sometimes I feel a strong urge to reveal my identity here at the Lounge. I’m not sure what actually inspires these moments of insanity. Maybe it’s my inner desire to be known. Here is where I could acquire my 15 minutes and, like so many of my fellow bloggers, maybe I’m driven by an innate longing to be famous. Maybe it’s because I’m tired of altering some of the beautiful compositions of C’s images. While I’m mostly happy with the results when I do have to edit a picture to preserve our anonymity, there are times when I’d much prefer to leave the shot as C originally envisioned it. And although he now shoots with an eye for disguising our identities, sometimes he frames shots so that it would be very easy for anyone who knows us to recognize me or us. Maybe it would be a good jolt of java to some of the prudish, hypocritical people we know. Imagine the shock on some faces (I can think of one in particular) at seeing the freakiness that occurs between me and my partner, the unbridled exchange of passion as we suck and fuck and photograph our love play. Not that I think there’s anything particularly unique about our sex life, (with the exception of the high quality pictorial depictions of our most intimate acts), but I imagine those who downplay the pleasures of sex and a good old fashioned fuck, or those who may not be as comfortable as we are with an open and engaging sex life, for example, might be chagrined/offended/shocked to know that this is what we do and they dare not. Some seem to think that I’m some sort of angel who doesn’t love the taste of salty semen on my tongue or a hard cock sliding slowly up my moist love canal. Maybe I’ll share our secret with the one office big mouth who I know wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to tell a couple of her friends who in turn would be sure to tell two more and so on. Maybe I’ll post a picture with my face clearly visible and then anonymously e-mail the link to some of these people. Maybe…

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A horrifying thought

February 16th, 2008

I just read a post over at Always Aroused Girl that made me contemplate what it would be like to gag at the mere thought of sucking C’s chocolate log. (Yay. I finally got it right the first time. C will be proud.) I had to immediately make a Native Spices post to reassure myself. Imagine! Then there would be no ChocAnilla Lounge (CAL).

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Happy Valentine’s Day

February 14th, 2008

Today I bare to you my heart-shaped honey pot. For me it’s not just romantic love that’s being celebrated, but love of life & living and all that is good about the world we live in, especially sex! I wonder how many babies will be made today?

A V-Day poem C wrote to me early in our relationship:

To Kiss You There

What is your texture
What is your taste
What does it feel like
In your private place
How curly is the cover
How tight is your space
How would you react
If I buried my face
What would you do
If I were to kiss
Your sweet, tender center
And bring you true bliss
If my tongue were to tickle
Your private treasure
If I erased inhibitions
And introduced you to pleasure
Would you be able to handle
The joy you would get
If I first made it moist
And then made you wet
Would you be grateful
To travel along a road
Where at first you shiver
And then you explode
How much could you handle
How much could you bear
If I slipped pass defenses
To kiss you down there?

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I’ve got my finger on the pulse of…

February 13th, 2008

…my beautiful pussy. Which is a wonder after the drubbing that C put on me at the beginning of the week. When the horny dust has been sprinkled on me, I’m unstoppable.

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How to cure the MM blues.

February 11th, 2008

What’s the best way to beat the Monday Morning blues? Sunday night nookie! A good, talk-about-it-for-days-to-come fuck on Sunday night has a way of keeping me distracted at the beginning of the work week. You know the kind where you daydream and probably smile like a silly schoolgirl even in the midst of important meetings and during interaction with your co-workers? Where you have the kind of glow that just invites either subtle come-ons or poorly veiled envy/jealousy from your higher-ups, and stifled longing from men you supervise? Yeah, that does it for me every time. ;-)

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Ass

February 9th, 2008

A(ss) conversation:

S: “This towel makes my butt look big.”

C: “Cool. Let’s fuck.”

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Talk about a hot pocket.

February 8th, 2008

Is there a strawberry flavor?

There is now. No microwave necessary.

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Squeaky clean.

February 7th, 2008

C says he needs to invest in a waterproof camera.

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SLN - Silly Love Notes

January 30th, 2008

This e-mail preceded the one below by a few days. This was in the middle of August. It is blissful to pore over these when I’m filled with longing.

C writes

Subject:My bark is drier than my branch…
Body:
Hello Engaging Blossom.

I didn’t get a chance to contact you today; it was a
bit hectic all day. Nonetheless, I hope you were able
to enjoy your day and stay hydrated despite the heat.
(That is to say, I hope your petals were moist.;-)
This is my new name for the
artist who explores things erotic, such as you and
your sexy self. I hope I get a chance to chat with you
tomorrow. Until then, stay cool.

Needless to say, I masturbated in my hotel room that night.

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