Anniversary
Posted by blessed_harlot | Filed under News, Random Ramblings, Where in the World are Gabe and Elizabeth?
One year of Pornocracy. One year of living together.
One year of making a home ours. One year of learning each other in new ways.
One year of a sex life under the same roof. Things are new… and familiar. Intense and relaxed. Adventurous and real and fantastic and nurturing and cozy.
You may notice some changes around here soon. We have a big redesign planned, and some new content in the works for Pornocracy 2.0. We will revamp our links list. We’re opening the door to tell you about good friends of ours with unique gifts. We’ll be looking for ways to communicate the deep changes we find in ourselves these days.
We are also ending our reviewing relationship with Babeland. They are a fantastic store. But we feel a bit of a disconnect with reviewing toys on our site. We’ll talk more about this, and about where we see Pornocracy’s values and goals heading from here.
One year. One year of blessings and sex and joy and spirit. Thank you for spending some of your year with us.
Love,
Gabe and Elizabeth
Driving Home
Posted by Gabe | Filed under Adventures IRL, Harlotry, Where in the World are Gabe and Elizabeth?
“Are you warm enough?” I asked her. After several days of highs around 80°F it had suddenly dropped into the 30s and we were trying to get home before it got even colder. With the heater blaring in the car she answered in the affirmative.
“Good,” I replied. “Take your pants down to your knee.”
She bit her bottom lip in the cutest way and shuffled herself far enough off the seat to slide her khakis out of the way.
“Underwear too.”
She complied as I took the first two fingers of my right hand into my mouth, keeping the left on the steering wheel. I reached my hand down between her thighs, then told her to move her pants further down. She did and I spread her legs further apart. I slipped the damp fingers between her lips to find them damp as well. I touched her as gently as I could manage at the awkward angle, sliding them up and down, waiting for the familiar breakthrough of wetness. She began rocking so that my fingers were closer to her clit. I’m not the most perceptive lover in the world, but I was pretty sure I knew what that meant. I begin to circle around her clit, not wanting to put too much pressure on it so early. I was surprised at what I found.
“Your clit is already hard!”
She just breathed, “Mmm hmmm” as my fingers zeroed in on it, moving in fast circles.
We pulled up to a traffic light and stopped. She squeaked when she looked around. “All these people right there!” she exclaimed before moaning and pressing harder into me. I joked about needing to find an SUV who could see down into here better and she just moaned.
“Or a semi,” I continued, turning onto a darker side street. “Maybe we should just go find a truck stop and give those guys a show. They’d appreciate it. You feel like sucking some strangers’ cocks tonight?”
She didn’t say anything, just let out another of her adorable squeaks.
“You’re not answering me. You’ve got 5 se…”
“No.” The word came out like a moan. “No, not tonight.”
Her back was pressed into the seat into which she had sunk. My fingers continued making circles around her clit. We pulled up at the next light, this one always seemingly taking forever to change. It was there that her breaths turned to grunts which got faster and higher pitched. She thrashed in her seat, coming about a mile an a half from where we started. I was impressed. I was also thankful, as the strain on my arm was getting considerable.
We pulled through the now green light and my hand rested on her bare thigh while she breathed heavily, recovering from her orgasm. When she sounded calmed I ask her if she had recovered. When she said she had I gave her instructions.
“Good. You are to use at least two fingers to fuck yourself, hard and fast.”
She did as commanded. She was vigorous, hand rocking back and forth, fingers sliding in and out. We were still on dark roads, but as we pulled out onto a major, well lit thoroughfare she started moaning and writhing more. She’s such an exhibitionist. We pulled back into the dark and I kept glancing down to see her hand moving. I asked her how many finger she was using. “Two,” was the reply, so I told her to add another, and gently rock her hand back and forth. She did, using her other hand to help.
“Now, I want you to come for me again before we get home. If you do that then I’ll let you pull your pants back up before you go in the house.”
“I don’t know if I can do that,” she said, sounding excited and nervous.
“Well then, you’d better start trying.”
She did. I couldn’t see what she was doing to herself, but within mere minutes she was screaming, climaxing for me as I’d instructed.
A few minutes of silence passed, filled only with her breathing before I muttered, “Damn.”
She let out a soft, breathy, “Hmmmm.”
As we approached the house I said I was going to take her in the house, bend her over the end of the couch and fuck her. She protested, saying she needed the bathroom and we had to put away groceries. We pulled into the driveway and she began covering her flesh again.
“Fine, when I stop the car you go inside to the bathroom. I’ll grab as many bags as I can and bring them in. You’d better be done and ready to fuck by then. If not I’m going to drag you off the toilet and fuck you anyway.”
She ran toward the door, and by the time I had the trunk of the car open she was gone. I set the bags down in the kitchen as she emerged from the bathroom. She leaned over the arm of the couch, pants around her ankles, her bare ass in the air. I unbuttoned and unzipped my fly and plunged my cock inside her. She bent her knees a bit and rested across the arm and I grabbed her hair and fucked her. Before long I pulled out and told her to go to the bed and hang her head off the edge. I was going to fuck her face.
She was still wasting no time, and was in position by the time I got to the bed. Still, I paused to undress, giving her a moment to get comfortable. Her head hung backward off the bed and she licked her lips and opened her mouth wide. I pushed all the way into her throat until I heard her start to choke, then pulled back out. I repeated this several times, and each time she held my cock in her longer. I pulled back and began fucking her mouth with faster, shorter strokes. Still, I didn’t want to come down her throat like I’d told her earlier. I wanted to fuck her.
I walked around to the other side of the bed and knelt between her legs. I slipped my arms under them and pulled her up all the way on to the bed. With her legs held high I slipped easily into her. After checking to make sure she was okay (I can easily bottom out in her in that position, leaving her rather sore) I didn’t hold anything back. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to come in her. I did both those things.
After catching my breath I pulled myself up and began to get dressed. There were still groceries to bring in, after all. The dry fabric of my clothes only made the wetness of my cock, balls and everything adjacent even more obvious. While some of that certainly came from me, I feel pretty sure that she had enjoyed that thoroughly.
I’m so thankful for all the ways that she trusts me and for all the ways that she follows my instruction. I’m thankful for her inner slut (and its forays into being an outer slut). I’m thankful for the gorgeous flesh that she loves to display as much as I do. And I’m thankful that she’s mine. That every inch of her is mine as I am hers.
A Long Weekend of Sacred Partying for Mardi Gras
Posted by blessed_harlot | Filed under Adventures IRL, Harlotry, Where in the World are Gabe and Elizabeth?
After a weekend of debauchery we are thoroughly debauched. Yup, completely out of bauch. We are bauchless. So many truly delightful things.
Saturday Gabe and I pursued some casual sex play with a trusted friend. This occurred very quickly after me learning how to invite said trusted friend into such activity. Go me for broaching the subject! After a lovely day hanging out in New Orleans, visiting Cafe Du Monde and Bourbon St, the three of us headed to Jasmine (a swingers’ club in NOLA) and had a fabulous time. Experiencing that kind of pleasure with somebody outside a relationship was new for me, and intensely enjoyable. He’s a lovely, lovely man, and Gabe watching me go down on him, or having him in my mouth while Gabe fucks me from behind, or getting fucked by both of them in quick succession… all of these things are WIN all around. 
Also, we took Gabe’s girlfriend RedAugust to the sex club Sunday night. It was her first time, so the fact that the place was nearly dead actually came in really handy. We sat in the dungeon with the DM for some time, chatting and having a really interesting conversation. Gabe and I did some very lighthearted sensation exploration with some very intriguing, borrowed faux leather floggers. Then the three of us headed to “the board room” (the big group sex room) and used the mattresses there to our advantage. Gabe got his first tandem blow job, and certainly seemed satisfied with the experience.
It was really neat to have such different enjoyable experiences at the club so close to each other. Saturday, it was Gabe and I with a hot, sweet guy with very male energy, so I was deep in femme mode and a bit wired. Sunday night was with Gabe and RedAugust — we’re all in a committed relationship, so the vibe is more laid back, and we all had various stages of butchness/androgyny in our styles that night. Both were authentic, and both lead to very different physical sensations somehow… or at least a different mental filters for the sensations.
I’m also pleased about the fact that for so much of the weekend, I’ve pushed my envelope in loving ways, and stayed in a very sacred, engaged place. I’ve had new experiences, and immediately connected with the joy involved in them, which can be a very challenging act for me. This makes me happy.
We learned one practical element – we tried our first flavored lube, when I went down on our guy friend. I chose it for being the least expensive type of flavored lube at the Hustler store on Bourbon St that wasn’t pineapple flavored, which sounded like it could get sharp really quickly. Comfort Personal Lubricant is $9.99 for 4 ounces, and ours was Kiwi Strawberry flavored. It’s a pleasant enough flavor and came in handy when using a condom for oral sex – both to improve the flavor of the condom and for extra lube when working with the latex. It also came in handy earlier today when Gabe jacked off and I caught the good stuff in my mouth. The incidental flavor of his kiwi lube was better than Astroglide.
So, we’ve pretty much been resting ever since the weekend! Perhaps some more slutty endurance-building activities are in order. Hey, maybe that will be our Lenten practice.
I’m Monoromantic, But Still a Slut :-)
Posted by blessed_harlot | Filed under Adventures IRL, Harlotry, Random Ramblings, Where in the World are Gabe and Elizabeth?
I feel as though Gabe and I have entered into another stage of things for us. First, there was a calf-ripping uphill climb of work to do, as we started and built our framework from scratch. Then, there was a long pleasant plateau. Gabe continued dating a sweetheart, and he and I bonded more and got settled in and decided what to do with our furniture.
Now is chapter 3… discovering where our desires and boundaries are around sexual activity with others, together. It involves more work again, and more proximity to old triggers… but it’s much more laid back, less panic-ridden than the previous work. It’s also interwoven with a lot more fun, more of a sense of security, and we stand on a previously built foundation of shared understanding and trust.
We’re exploring a variety of situations… from relational to anonymous, from voyeurism to hands-on threesomes. We have lots of conversations about trying on and guessing and wondering and hypothetical situations; though one can never fully know until a situation arises, these exploratory conversations are important.
I enjoy the idea of sharing specific details here, but one of the things stopping me is that I find it much more difficult to translate these experiences into words. There’s so many new levels of input coming in! I’m progressing on using all my new senses, though, and I know Gabe has some things he’s writing. We’ll probably manage something posted on it soon. I know you’ll be hearing more about the Jasmine Club in NOLA. We visited Friday night, and had a truly fabulous time.
Evening!
Posted by blessed_harlot | Filed under Adventures IRL, Harlotry, Where in the World are Gabe and Elizabeth?
Hi.
*giggle*
It’s a beautiful, absolutely beautiful night here. There’s an almost-full moon, and the sky is clear and full of stars, except for some little wisps of softness floating by here and there. And the trees near our house have the most gorgeous silhouette against the sky. And the earth feels firm and friendly underneath us.
And… and it’s dreamy and… really dreamy and…
BACKYARD SEX!!!
*giggle*
Happy (Half Naked) New Year
Posted by Gabe | Filed under Adventures IRL, Harlotry, Sexy Vids/Pics, Where in the World are Gabe and Elizabeth?
Elizabeth and I wish you all the most blessed and sexy of years in 2009. We started ours off with our first visit to a swing club. This one was an off-premises club, and we had a grand time ogling all the sexiness (and maybe being ogled a bit ourselves) and dancing the night away. Turns out after all these years of not dancing at all that I really, really enjoy it with Elizabeth. She does make me fearless at times.
We did get our picture taken by one of the staff members, so here’s us, ringing in the new year.
Of course, we had to take a few pics when we were back by ourselves in the hotel as well. We think you’ll enjoy.
Coming Home (the movie)
Posted by Gabe | Filed under Adventures IRL, Harlotry, Sexy Vids/Pics, Where in the World are Gabe and Elizabeth?
I appreciate the feedback I got recently on releasing the video of our road trip from Ohio to Louisiana. I’ve found a solution, and now you can download the video for yourselves using your favorite Bittorrent client (if you have no favorite, I suggest µTorrent).
The file is a 614MB mpg, and is 1hr 10min long. At the moment I’m seeding all by my lonesome, so forgive the slow speeds.
We’ve got screenshots here if you’d like to preview before downloading.
I have to say, though, that this isn’t free. If you want to download this home movie of ours, you simply must agree to leave us some feedback here.
Okay, enough with the rambling. DOWNLOAD THE TORRENT!
EDIT: It’s also now available at Empornium.
Coming Home Porn
Posted by Gabe | Filed under Adventures IRL, Harlotry, Sexy Vids/Pics, Where in the World are Gabe and Elizabeth?
So back in May I went up to get Elizabeth and drag her back here to live with me. Along the way (and once we got home) we recorded over an hour of footage of us fooling around, talking, flashing and fucking. I’ve never sat down to edit it, though. Last time I posted porn, I had to cut it up into 10-minute chunks so the filesize was small enough for yuvutu. This time though, it’s just so fucking beautiful as a whole! I don’t want to break it all up. I’m thinking instead I’ll release it as a torrent on Empornium or PureTnA. Maybe edit a highlight reel to post for a streaming preview. Of course the last scene includes ageplay and spanking, so I don’t know if other sites would want to host it anyway.
What do y’all think of this plan? Would you download the torrent? Can you think of any other effective ways to distribute the best porn Elizabeth and I have ever made?
Drive By Posting
Posted by blessed_harlot | Filed under Random Ramblings, Where in the World are Gabe and Elizabeth?
Oh dear. We’ve been bad sex bloggers. Between hurricanes and head colds, new class schedules and nasty flashbacks, we have been worn out and not our usual postfiend selves.
This is the perfect time for a game called “I could tell you about…”. That’s where I tell you what I could tell you, if I had the opportunity to tell you. I could tell you about the time my libido was low, and Gabe was a sweetheart, and I had a sexual epiphany. I could tell you about several new positions we’ve tried. I could tell you about the stars in our bedroom. I could tell you about Gabe’s pink hair (actually, I’ll probably show you that soon). I could tell you about the table I’m going to get. I could tell you about Tacit’s awesome interactive sex map… oh wait, I think I just did. I could tell you about the awesome Halloween that’s coming. I could tell you about NaNoWriMo. I could tell you about some amazing sex… from light and airy to dark and thick, from sweet to savory, from lazy to feral, from laid-back to acrobatic. Two lives create some wild and precious moments.
So this is a short hi to check in with y’all… how are you? How are things going? We’ve got photos and video that we still haven’t shared, and we’ve got more to make. Oh, and there’s certainly a Naked Blog Boy Roundup to be had. We’ll have more to post soon. We promise.
Hugs and kisses.
Live Nude Girls – The Show Palace
Posted by Gabe | Filed under Adventures IRL, Harlotry, Reviews, Where in the World are Gabe and Elizabeth?
So last week was rough. The hurricane passed right over us, leaving us without power for who knew how long. Not being fans of an un-air-conditioned late summer in Louisiana, we figured out how to just get out of town until things were cleaned up and the power was back. After a week of driving 1.5 cars over 1000 miles, staying with family and visiting friends we were exhausted and stressed about the now dead car, the drive home, what we’d find when we got back and how we’d pay bills after evacuation costs, car repairs and lost wages. We needed spiritual nourishment, and we needed it fast. First we visited our favorite sex shop in Houston, TX (Eros 1207) just so we’d feel back in our own environment for a while. That was quite a help, and there were plenty of toys and accessories to lust after (including a 2009 calendar featuring the gorgeous Belladonna). More importantly however were the free guides to the adult nightlife in the Houston area. After perusing them we decided we’d hit up our first fully nude strip club that evening. The Show Palace was nearby, and had no cover before 9pm. That sounded perfect for us, and it turned out to be just a block or two from Eros.
The Show Palace was a new kind of experience for me. The only other strip club I’d been to before was the local topless bar, The Gold Club, I wrote about a while back and I was struck and delighted by the contrasts of that place with the Show Palace. While this new club is no dive, it’s not as shiny and new looking as our local club. The lighting was much lower (both on stage and in the crowd). The Show Palace doesn’t serve any alcohol at all, though you’re welcome to bring your own. Instead you get to buy a $7 soda for the privilege of being in their club. The biggest difference, of course, is that the dancers at the Gold Club are topless, while those at the Show Palace are topless and bottomless. The most pleasing thing about the Show Palace was the variety of the dancers. The body types ranged from skinny and lithe to chubby and round. There were so many shades of skin and hair. Their outfits went from clingy black dresses to g-strings and barely there tops. And each one of them was gorgeous!
My biggest problem with the place was the lack of lighting on the stage. Even standing at the edge of the stage it was very dim. Talking with one of the dancers we learned that the DJ only worked there sporadically and didn’t really know the lighting controls all that well. Of course she also said that having the lights on was good for some of the performers but not for others. That part was a bit sad to hear, as I thought every woman in the place looked amazing.
I do wish I had more recall of the details of the place, but I have to admit that my brain is fried from the week. I know I tipped at least three performers, and I remember two of them. I also remember one who I wished would have danced while we were there. I think I’m just going to write about one, though.
Sophia is tall, a bit chubby and delightfully curved. I had seen her walking around the club and pointed her out to Elizabeth, who squealed “She’s my size!” Sophia is the very definition of voluptuous. She has full lips that seem constantly curved into a smile. Her breasts didn’t so much peek over the top of her dress as they did explode out of it. Her waist narrows and flows into a soft belly. Her thighs are thick and move delightfully as she walks. Her ass is big, round and I just wanted to take a bite out of her. When she went up on stage we both headed on up during her first song. I felt like I lost track of how many ones I was dropping on stage around her. Her dress was pulled up around her waist and down under her tits and she leaned back and spread her legs for me. Her hand ran over her pussy a few times. The labia were just slightly parted and the small tuft of hair above them was so pretty. She turned through several poses, laying on her side with a leg in the air above her, on her hands and knees rolling her ass in circles in front of me. She was especially good at the boobs in the face move. The other times I’ve had that done I’ve either had to take off my glasses or get them covered in makeup. Sophia worked her way up me and kept her breasts under my glasses, rubbing my cheeks with them. It was an excellent move. I can’t remember everything she did with Elizabeth, I just remember Sophia nibbling on her ear and the smile on Elizabeth.
She came by our table after her set to introduce herself and let us know we should look for her if we wanted a dance. If I just had the money…
Though the club advertises as “fully nude” how that’s implemented seems to be up to the dancers themselves. As I said, some come out in a g-string and a barely there bikini top, and they tended to discard the bottoms and pull the triangles of fabric on their tops to the side. A few actually tossed away everything they were wearing except for their garters and shoes. Those in dresses, however seemed to take a different approach, just doing what Sophia did and lowering the top and raising the bottom of the dress so we could see tits and ass (and, in this club, pussy). I can’t keep from remarking that these women were also the bigger ones. Perhaps the curse of chubby girl porn where the women keep their bellies covered is also prevalent in the chubby (or more likely, the merely not-skinny) stripper crowd. It’s no secret that I dig fat chicks. Hell, it’s no secret that I just adore women of all kinds of shapes and sizes. That includes bellies. So when I saw that fully nude translated to “you can see pussy!” and not fully nude women in all the shapes and sizes that this club had, I felt a little sad. I hope that the scrunched up dress was just a matter of convenience for the dancers, and not a sign of shame. Bodies need to be more celebrated. That means bellies, scars, stretchmarks, birthmarks and all.
I’m sure I’ll be visiting the Show Palace again next time I’m in the Houston area. I’ll also be asking if Sophia’s working. That’ll determine if we buy the VIP wristbands. I just think $60 for a private dance from her for the two of us is so very worth it.
The Show Palace has no cover with a one $7 drink minimum before 9pm, but is $25 per person after. Lapdances are $20. VIP wristbands are $10 at the door, $20 after entry with VIP dances being $40. There’s no alcohol, though you can bring your own. Because of the lack of a full bar the club is 18+.
Show Palace at StripHouston.com
Show Palace at StripClubList.com
