Ken and Ben

...class="savage_response">I’ve actually got two pieces of advice for you, AAA. First piece: Get your ass to a shrink—maybe a lady shrink—who can help you with your near-crippling sexual anxiety and maybe toss some meds your way. Second piece: Hire a fucking sex worker, AAA—just don’t fuck her. Paid companionship is not a crime—there’s nothing illegal about paying an escort to escort you places. Rent a nice woman and have a nice conversation. If you like her, make another appointment, have another conversation. Cops—asshole or otherwise—only bust men when they offer money in exchange for sex, AAA, so don’t offer money for sex, or accept her offer to have money for sex, and you won’t get busted. And cops working undercover to bust johns don’t make follow-up appointments or build ongoing relationships with clients. So if a woman sees you more than once—or twice, to be extra safe—she’s not a cop. Is everyone in the Republican Party a closeted homosexual? Ken Mehlman’s Out Now Everyone except Ken Mehlman and Ben Quayle. I am a straight and, dare I say it, vanilla woman who met a straight man who somewhat reminds me of Clark Kent. He’s mild-mannered, good-looking, an all-around great guy, just like Clark Kent—and just like Superman, he likes to wear tights. It ends up that he likes to be dominated, spanked, and buttfucked—and crossdress. Our sexual encounters are a bit different for me, to say the least, but I like spanking him, humiliating him, tying him up, and watching him try on panties (in which he looks darn good!). It’s all rather exciting! Does this mean that I’m a dominatrix? Would I act this way with other men, or is it just him? And finally, where do I go from here? Being Deviant Satisfies Me A dominatrix? That’s a professional title, BDSM, and you’re not planning to pursue a career in kink. To determine if you’re genuinely and independently kinky and not just getting off on beating and binding the boyfriend because he gets off on it, you’ll just have to beat and bind someone else sometime. As for where you go from here, BDSM, if you’re in San Francisco or you can get there for a weekend, you might wanna sign up for Forte Femme, a weekend-long “sensual dominance intensive” hosted by kink superstar/supernova Midori. More info at www.fortefemme.com. I’m a GGG 38-year-old single woman, longtime reader, first-time writer. 1. What is a cream pie? 2. Do you find it weird to be turned on by getting fondled up and aroused into sex while sleeping? I have a hard time communicating to partners that I want this! Can you give communication assistance so I don’t sound so freaky? Freak In Phoenix 1. Google “cream pie.” The first three results are relevant; the fourth (“Banana Cream Pie: Recipe”) is not. 2. Your kink, FIP, barely moves the needle on my kink-o-meter. If you’re having a hard time communicating your interest in fondled-while-asleep sex, just memorize this: “I enjoy getting fondled up while sleeping.” Poopnoodle. I heard this word for the first time today. I was told that a poopnoodle is what happens when you pee right after fucking someone hard in the ass. Poop gets stuck up in the dick hole and comes out in the form of a noodle when you piss. Is this something that actually happens, and if so, can you deem “poopnoodle” the official Savage Love term? Couldn’t Think Of An Acronym That Spelled Out “Poopnoodle” If what you describe had ever actually happened to anyone, anywhere, ever, “poopnoodle” could be the official Savage Love term for it. But the poopnoodle never actually happens. If your middle-school friends don’t believe me, CTOAATSOP, here’s what you should do: Go get a couple tubs of premade chocolate frosting. Refrigerate until firm. Get your dicks hard. Fuck your tubs of premade frosting. Fuck them hard. Fuck them like they’ve been bad. Then go take a piss. You will not produce a chocolatefrostingnoodle. I promise you. And think about it, CTOAATSOP: Butt-fuckers fuck butt until they come. Wouldn’t coming dislodge the poopnoodle? Finally, some general advice for anyone out there who’s interested in anal but now, thanks to CTOAATSOP here, fears the poopnoodle: Wear a condom. A condom can protect you from the fictional poopnoodle and the actual HIV. I am disturbd by naked pic bribing you admittd & encouraged in yr last column. It reveals yr favoritism & yr corruptd nature! You dont need critics to discredit yr “advice.” you done it yrslf. You are Mr Sanctimoney! 509 I am disturbd by yr splling. But I cannot tell a lie: Enclosing a nude pic—good nude, bad nude, boy nude, girl nude—does get my attention. It won’t automatically get a letter into the column, however. I could run nothing but letters from readers who enclosed pics, week-in, week-out, 52 weeks a year. But the letter from the guy in his early 30s who lost his virginity that appeared in last week’s column—the dude who enclosed pics—was the first letter from a pic-encloser that I’ve used in ages. So cut me some slack. That said, the odd pic or two—doesn’t even have to be you—brightens the day and lightens the workload. So pics are always welcome. And if you don’t like it, 509, I suppose you could file charges with the professional body that governs my so-called profession… if there were a professional body that governed my so-called profession. But there isn’t, poopnoodle, so suck it, take pics, and send ’em in. [email protected]