Sopef Log for December, 2003
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Perfection: Snow
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Sunday, December 7, 2003 13:12:00I dropped my hips earthward and spread my legs, deliberately trotting a low-riding horse stance through my sea of whiteness. With the spite of a sadist, I forced myself to shuffle through the snow that demanded, as a force of Nature, the sauntering respect of a brisk hop. Dual tracks cut lengthening gashes through the purity of the smooth surface behind me. My legs churned rhythmically through the snow, thumping in dull cut time to the melody of the challenge: A challenge to nature, a challenge to my body, a challenge to myself.
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Newness
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Sunday, December 7, 2003 16:19:57Meet Vivian. (I did last night.)
She’s young and nubile, fresh and intelligent, and in need of some serious direction in her life. I’ll keep you informed, dear reader, as I untangle her.
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Inarticulate
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Monday, December 8, 2003 21:55:43When she came to from her screaming orgasm, the only sound that came from her mouth was an inarticulate moan.
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A Letter from Cassandra
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Tuesday, December 9, 2003 18:48:15She’s an old friend and fellow deviant. Her interests include WWII-era history, ornithology, and seducing females into sexual liaisons that said females would ordinarily consider the very opposite of normal. (I.e., manipulating lesbians into having sex with men and straight women into having sex with her.) With Cassandra’s permission, I’ve transcribed parts of a letter she wrote me for your enjoyment.
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Correction
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Wednesday, December 10, 2003 06:23:53Rachel just called me up in a screaming fit. It seems that I described her interests somewhat inaccurately (or at least that I did so without her express permission). Here’s a snip of the chat log.
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Crazies
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Thursday, December 11, 2003 07:37:18Vivian nagged me into wining and dining her in the freezing winter cold outside a local Burger King. I think she wants something out of me. All I’m trying to figure out now is whether or not she’s my kind of nuts.
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Mousetraps, Part Deux
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Sunday, December 14, 2003 19:10:15Actually, make that “Half-Baked Mousetraps”.
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Across the Table
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Monday, December 15, 2003 00:21:12Although I am even-tempered, I ordinarily have an excessively low tolerance for bullshit; so long as anger does not flare, patience can be vice as much as virtue. I certainly was not in the mood for someone to be putting on airs and playing games with me. Reaching across the table, I cupped my hand across the side of Vivian’s neck. “Do not play games with me,” I growled. Pivoting my wrist, I forced her chin up so her eyes involuntarily met mine. “Is this what you want? Do you even know what you want?”
She nodded a “yes” and dropped her gaze.
“You are going to learn some respect,” I told her softly. “You just told me that you want to be my toy; and you see, I am a very demanding person. I demand that my toys meet the highest standards. If you are mine, you are nobody else’s; and if you are to serve me, you must hold yourself aloof to others. Poise yourself with the grace of a ballerina, the quiet competence of a worker ant, and the cultured intellect of a scholar.”
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Context
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Monday, December 15, 2003 09:41:40Context is important. I’m sure that this fits in somewhere with “Sleep It Over” and “Don’t send e-mail when drunk”.
Given the proverbial good night’s sleep, I went back and re-read this last post about Vivian. I think I ought to mention how exactly we came to meet.
Vivian was a bit frustrated at lack of adventure in her life; so, like every little girl who isn’t careful of that for which she wishes, she asked a mutual friend to direct her towards someone who was capable of anything — anything — her black little heart desires. In a vote of uncomfortably too much confidence, said mutual friend chose the opportunity of a local Jewish Christmas party to sneak around my usual hermit’s shell and introduce us to each other with a wink and a nod.
If I wanted to provide real context, I suppose that I could try to record approximately six and a half hours of convoluted prior conversation split between the aforementioned party, the Burger King, and a snowy hike through some local woods. But I won’t. Use your imagination, and keep in mind that Vivian is a slightly unbalanced and very colorful character. I think that she really needs me as someone she can’t shock or scare away; I may adopt a stern and pedantic “Daddy knows best” attitude frustratingly often, but I don’t scare easily.
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Menstruation Pornography
Filed by Rachel K. []
Tuesday, December 16, 2003 22:37:49Come on people, help me out here. I’m also bleeding here fer chrissakes. I want to be able to sleep at night knowing somebody, somewhere actually cares enough to make good niche porno in this direction. So where the fuck is my period porn?
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Second Virginity
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Wednesday, December 17, 2003 21:46:51Question of the day: Can virginity really grow back?
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Regrets
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Thursday, December 18, 2003 00:17:25I want to take her and own her. I want to use her for my own pleasure, to take her in every way possible. I want to descend into primality, to carry her backwards to her animal roots and let her know only passion and fire; I want to be methodical, calculating, coolly and deliberately elevating her to a higher status of being. And she had better enjoy it — not acquiesce, but welcome it, yearn for it. If she does not, then I have nothing to talk to her about; talk is too cheap to substitute for life, and words are too expensive to waste on those who reject life.
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Chanukah Sameach
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Friday, December 19, 2003 18:29:16«חנוכה שמח» to all of my Jewish friends!
![[Hebrew Matchbox]](http://www.sopef.org/Log/2003/12/hebMBsmall.jpeg "Light the sacred lamp!")
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A Nonjudgmental Mentality
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Friday, December 19, 2003 20:17:23That about sums up my opinion of bondage/domination, sadomasochistic, and dominant/submissive lifestyles: Never (yet) involved with it, might try it someday, probably wouldn’t get too much into the scene, have no problem with others who are. So what’s the real deal with my constant criticism of Vivian?
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Training
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Sunday, December 21, 2003 06:42:00Vivian’s training begins today. She shall be a servant about the house, a slave in the bedroom, and a pupil in the study. It will be a prime opportunity to tinker with her mind and set it going in the right direction. After all, I’m driving her hard, not driving her to burnout.
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Virginity Regained
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Monday, December 22, 2003 20:58:49That's right: It's time to start fucking again. The first time around the block, I was an inexperienced and desperate teenager being willingly lead by a wiser adult; this time, I have stoic suffering on the line for one lucky encounter's taking. Should I accept a party girl?
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Imagery
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Tuesday, December 23, 2003 09:14:47First she cues the imagination with the scent of skin (and the feel, and the taste thereof). Now she’s done it with a chewing gum wrapper. I give her linkage.
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Paris Hilton Yet Again
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Tuesday, December 23, 2003 19:57:33I don’t give a flying gallon of horse jizz for someone named Paris Hilton. I wrote a disgusted rant over the saccharine self-righteousness with which many people across the Internet were snickering at Hilton’s misfortunate exposure. (You know who you are.)
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Ho, Ho, Ho!
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Thursday, December 25, 2003 07:10:09Merry though that may be, I'm not celebrating Christmas today. However, none of this precludes me from entertaining a bit of holiday spirit. Oh come, all ye faithful. Pay witness to the clean efficiency of orgasms scheduled with clinical objectivity and precision.
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Memories of an Internet Person
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Thursday, December 25, 2003 21:49:01Why waste time? We were fucking within less than an hour of her walking into the hotel room where we'd arranged to meet.
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Meditation: The Perfect Drug
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Thursday, December 25, 2003 22:05:29The sensory response is outside the realm of ordinary experience, but similar responses can be evoked by pushing the body's natural machinery to its outer limits. I go weak-kneed just thinking about what it would feel like if I could do this for myself.
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“Strange and Disturbing”
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Monday, December 29, 2003 20:29:59I'm the guy whose earliest remembered sexual fantasy dates back to age 3 and who made a home porno of himself at age 14. I lost my virginity in a New York City hotel room to a woman 21 years my senior whom I met in a Web forum and had never seen face-to-face as of an hour before I put my dick in her. Nobody who really knows me is surprised at any of my activities on the Internet.
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Scrambled Chicken Menstruation
Filed by Rachel K. []
Tuesday, December 30, 2003 17:19:48
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Salacious
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Tuesday, December 30, 2003 20:18:59Sensuous and carnal; lustful and lascivious; risqué and suggestive…
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Physical Enjoyment of People
Filed by Rachel K. []
Wednesday, December 31, 2003 09:03:58This is, after all, the Social Order for the Physical Enjoyment of Females. But that means that it's semi-on-topic, too. And I do “enjoy” people.
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Administrativa
Filed by Jonathan Quince
Wednesday, December 31, 2003 11:42:17Miscellanea: Crystal Phallus 2003 URL, new RSS feed, and CSS bugs. Necessary site notes.
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Eve
Filed by SOPEF Staff
Wednesday, December 31, 2003 23:59:59A fond parting kiss to the year 2003!