Blog Candy

Wow! I mean, I check the stats daily, so I know people are reading, but it’s so wonderful to have people tell me just how much they enjoy reading this blog. I’m touched by the generous comments from my last post. The positive strokes are very encouraging. Really.
And there’s nothing I enjoy more than to have a lot of stroking on my big…

… thick…

… ego.

What? Did you think that in my situation I’d be able to have anything else stroked?

Being a guy of a certain age, I’m not accustomed to certain kinds of praise that women tend to use. The comments from my last post carried the consensus that I was “sweet.” Right away, that little “man program” that runs resident in the background said “I’m not ‘sweet’! I’m hairy. I have a beard. I use power tools, for cryin’ out loud!”

:: sighs ::

Fortunately, I’m usually able to ‘Control-Alt-Delete’ that process before it causes too much damage to the system.

But I wanted to acknowledge those comments, and so I thought it appropriate to put up something sweet of my own: Eye candy.

Yeah, yeah – right after I boast about all those blog hits I’ve been getting without the eye candy, what do I do? Yup, put up some visuals.

First, here’s something that I ran across a few months ago. It’s titled “Middle aged beautiful woman” and it struck me as being very sensual, without being explicit.

This next one is for the women. He looks clean, but I’m not making any promises.

Thanksgiving

I’m writing this because at the moment, I feel thankful.

As I write this entry I’m about to pass the 200,000th 201,000th hit on this, the WordPress version of The Edge of Vanilla. It has been 14 months since I’ve moved over here, and now this blog now generates between 750 and 1,000 hits per day, which exceeds what I used to get in a week back when I first started. While I’m not surprised that I get a lot of hits for the erotica and the hot chastity porn, I’m always amazed – pleasantly, of course – that I continue to get people who seem to want to read about the mundane details of my life, my take on sex-related news reports, or some of my rants about modern culture. No less amazed is my wife who keeps asking just who the hell is reading this, anyway. The other day she came to the conclusion that there must simply be a lot more perverts than she had ever imagined.

I’m trying to take it as a compliment.

I’m thankful for any number of things that have led me here. I’m thankful that I’ve had over a thousand comments, overwhelmingly positive, telling me that you’ve enjoyed my commentary, perspectives, and insights. You have encouraged me to keep writing.

I’m thankful that my wife, the long-suffering Mrs. Edge, actually encourages me to write. I see so many blogs by people who keep them secret from their partners – some not without good reason. She understands that I have certain needs and desires that she never hope to accommodate, and not only gives her blessing to my pursuits, but occasionally likes to consents to hear about them.

Yes, it’s always a difficult life when geeks marry outside of our culture. After sitting in front of a PC all day, she has no desire to be within twenty feet of one when she gets home. I, on the other hand, am setting up a wireless network in the house so the Edgelette and I can IM each other. Also, I can bring my laptop to the family room and blog while Mrs. Edge watches “The Biggest Loser” and “Flip This House.” You know, in the interest of supporting “quality time” in the Edge household.

I’m very thankful for some of the friends I’ve made, the people who have allowed me a little peek into their lives, and who have offered suggestions and insights to my own.

I’m also thankful for the people who, though they never delurk to comment publicly, email to ask me questions. Yes, I’m thankful, because it means that somehow I’ve been able to inspire some amount of trust in order for them to ask me, a complete stranger, for insights and advice on their own lives.

I’m especially thankful for a comment left by a regular reader almost a year ago, who wrote one of the nicest things I’ve ever heard said about me:

“Your awkwardness and embarrassment about sharing your kinks makes you more human. With your talent as a writer, you could have easily come onto the blog scene and declared yourself the Uber Submissive to lots of accolades from the true believers.

“Instead your honestly and “realness” have helped other people become more comfortable with moving past the “edge of vanilla.”

“As for feeling less “manly” about your submissive nature, nothing could be farther from the truth. I’ve read your entire bog. You have explored your sexuality and taken an active role in trying to determine how it fits into your relationship. I know that can be a difficult journey. Some men simply decide their needs are paramount and pursue them without any regard of the cost to others.

“What always impressed me about your writing is that however strong your kink/sexual desires may be, they never seem to supersede your desire to be a good husband, a loving father and a decent man.

“There is no greater testament to masculinity than that.”

I actually tear up sometimes re-reading that because I rarely feel like I deserve such praise.

And I’m thankful that, against all reason, it’s the “realness” of my life itself that draws people here. Again, it’s amazing to me that I’ve managed to have all of this without resorting to daily postings of eye candy (unless you count those pictures of me scattered around here), or ivory-towered pronouncements on the benefits of “alternative” lifestyles, or declarations of how certain lifestyles “should” be led. I know that I draw a lot of readers who are interested in chastity and orgasm denial, and I think that I’ve tried very hard not to press any of my own opinions on them as Gospel.

Well… with the exception that if you think that locking $200 worth of plastic around your genitals will somehow “fix” your relationship, then you’re probably better off spending that money on therapy.

I’m not going to resort to false modesty; I know that I write well – in my other life people sometimes even pay me to write or edit for them – but I am thankful that I’ve been able to find a creative and entertaining outlet in this, and that I’ve been able to help some people along the way.

Thank you for allowing me to make a mark on your world, just as you’ve made one on mine.

HNT – Morning legs

We’re having a warm spell in southern New England, and that means that I did not have to wear a flannel shirt to work.

Those are my legs sticking out from the bottom of my favorite denim shirt.

Yeah… now, that’s embarrassing.

I love the Oddly Enough news on the Reuters News service.

This one submitted without comment.*

What are you doing here? – man asks wife at brothel

WARSAW (Reuters) – A Polish man got the shock of his life when he visited a brothel and spotted his wife among the establishment’s employees. Polish tabloid Super Express said the woman had been making some extra money on the side while telling her husband she worked at a store in a nearby town.

“I was dumfounded. I thought I was dreaming,” the husband told the newspaper Wednesday.

The couple, married for 14 years, are now divorcing, the newspaper reported.

*Okay, just one comment: I wonder if anyone mentioned that she wouldn’t need the extra money if he didn’t blow part of his paycheck on prostitutes?

I R A Stoodent

Blacksilk and Innocent Loverboy dogged a blogmeme from my LiveJournal.

I took Sage Vivant’s Erotic Personality Quiz and discovered I’m a Student!

What is your Erotic Personality? Find out now..

The Student doesn’t care a whit about sexual boundaries or conventions. New, unexplored, and even unusual sexual experiences motivate this erotic type. Learning is just as exciting as doing, so even research involving no involvement of the flesh can be as arousing as sex itself. The Student possesses an insatiable curiosity about all things sexual and appreciates others who share that curiosity, although they don’t always need that quality in a mate. The Student is compelled to experiment with new sexual pastimes out of a sincere desire to experience whatever pleasure they offer. The Student will often delve very deep into a sexual topic or activity to ensure the experience is complete.

Yeah, this is very me, even outside of the sexual arena. I sometimes think that I enjoy the learning more than the actual thing itself once I’ve gotten to a point where I feel like I’ve got some kind of mastery over it.

The Hot Femdom Utopia has already passed us by

Those of us who remember the Hot Female Dominant Utopia – that section of spacetime in which men are men, and are ruled by women – it’s too late. That day was a decade and a half ago.

What, don’t you remember? It was in 1992.

Welcome to the world of The Feminists, a pulp novel published in 1971. It’s the story of cubicle drone Keith Montalvo, who has been caught consensually slipping the pink torpedo to a female co-worker. Unfortunately, it’s 1992 and the Big-Sisterish “Committee” has outlawed all unauthorized heterosex, and his crime is punishable by death. Peek below for the cover in its full, unexpurgated glory.

You can read more about this rediscovered masterpiece of Retro-Futurism on io9.

You lost the what?

Sooner or later, somebody is going to mention this, so I might as well be the one to comment on it.

An ER doc in the Northwest US wrote about his first experience with male chastity devices. As it happens, he had no idea that they even existed until a distraught man came into the ER and asked to have one removed.

It was made of steel and the lock was jammed. It was damned difficult to remove. Ring cutters are no good on steel, being made for soft metals. I have used rotating cutting tools before but they tend to heat up the metal too much. Bolt cutters are … imprecise and thus difficult to use in the genital region. Ultimately, though, it took our largest and strongest bolt cutters and a fair amount of lubricant to remove the offending device. The patient did not wish the device returned to him, and so after the entire staff had gazed at it in wonderment it was placed in the dirty utility room for disposal.

Knowing that the metal devices can cost upwards of $500, I was surprised that the man did not want it returned. But then, I have no idea if it was placed on there consensually.

Ah well. At least the poor doc didn’t have to remove anything weird from the guy’s rectum.

How to dominate a dominant woman

Because, you know, they all secretly want to be submissive. Not to mention that they will respect men who do this.

I ran across this interesting tidbit this afternoon, and I knew my friends would all get something out of this.

We often associate dominant women with whips, chains and a pitiful man groveling at their feet while licking a pair of vinyl boots. This certainly occurs with some regularity, but you may be surprised to learn that dominance doesn’t always translate into sadism. On the contrary, many dominant women play the superior role in relationships simply because their man hasn’t learned how to dominate them. She may be strong-willed, feisty and independent, but this doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to be ravished like any other female might. If you’re ready to take charge in the bedroom, the following tips will show you precisely how to sexually dominate a dominant woman.

More excellent tips can be found here on the Askmen.com website.

Denial is good…

. . .  but sometimes non-denial is pretty freakin’ awesome, too. As can be “fucking so much that you’re wearing the skin off of your wabbly bits.”

Hey, I’m just sayin’.