The Pageist: Media reviews for adults. What will toast *your* kinky crumpet?

I have only just found this site, but I already love it.  I’ll be posting more about her site, and I’ll be updating this site as well, so buckle in and get ready for the roller coaster to start back up!

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The Punishment

This is a crossover post, it could have just as easily bee originated here and reblogged to Huggles and snugs. I decided to post it to H&S because the object of my attenion calls me Uncle Wes, she was one of the ones who opened my eyes to the whole Big/little scene.


Huggles and Snugs

The following story contains scenes of consensual BDSM activity between consenting adults. There is no sex, no titillation, no bumping of things best left unbumped. There is a description of a caring, loving relationship between two human beings, a deep emotional connection, and a cathartic release of pent up frustrations and negativity. If any of this offends you, please go in peace and

I walk in the door of the party, and you make a beeline for me, grabbing on and holding me tight, saying how much you have missed me, and how badly you need me tonight. I look down and see you small and sad, beat down by the world of big people. You believe that although you have not failed in any specific task, you have failed to excel, and so have let me down. We hold each other in the doorway for a moment, then into…

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The Big Race

The Big Race.


A new posting at my other blog, Huggles and Snugs!

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What I want for you

My most recent Big/little blog post, at where I share my desires for all of my little (and Big too, for that matter) friends!

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I want for you to be happy. Not just the lack of being sad thing that is often mistaken for being happy. What I want for you is that deep, delirious, infectious, bubbly happiness that overflows and spills out into the lives of those around you.

I want for you to be healthy. Not just “not sick,” but glowing and vibrant with health, healthy physically, mentally and emotionally. I want you ready to seize the day, strong and vibrant, and to know that whatever comes your way you are ready.

I want for you to be fulfilled. To dream big and dream often, and then go out and live those dreams, and to live every day to the fullest.

I want you to know love. The trusting love of a child for their parent, and the deep, abiding love of a parent for a child. The boisterous love of friendship…

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Picture it and write – 7 April 2014

Man setting on an armchair, holding the foot of a lady setting on the chair's back

Picture it and write April 7, 2014


She was his inspiration, his muse, his raison d’être. Most of the people who saw her saw a young woman on the move, an up and coming business woman climbing her way to the peak. While he saw that, he also saw her vulnerability, her softness, and her delicate, delicious femininity. They had meshed almost as soon as they had met, he was on  an assignment to cover the new generation of business leaders and she was his subject. During the discussion leading up to the shoot they had talked about her life and passions, and she had demanded that if she was to be an open book that he should as well.  After the pictures had been taken and the notes all committed to his recorder, the long afternoon together had extended into the night, the first of a long succession that had so far continued seven years.

He had been kinky since the first time he tied up the neighbor’s daughter while playing “Cowboys and Indians.” She, on the other hand, had thought that an afternoon of making love with the lights on was daring.  The first time he had pulled out his camera to capture her hidden charms she had balked, but after a while she had relented, and then blossomed in front of his lens into a photographers dream, limber and sensual, shedding her inhibitions as soon as they were discovered, and discovering a deep peace in submitting herself to his will. They had never really discussed it, but over the first six months it had become clear they complimented each other perfectly, falling into their roles of Dominant and submissive, experimenting, learning and growing together. They had tried many things, but they kept coming back to the rope.

They had learned this together as well.  While she was primarily his subject, she had also learned to tie the carefully crafted bindings, and had even tied him, so that he could better understand her experiences. Today was to be a graduation of sorts, a private time for just the two of them. He sat down and took her foot reverently in his hands, and then the look came to his eyes….

And it began.


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Picture it & Write

The following was inspired by this image, posed as a writing inspiration at Ermilia’s Picture it and write.

queen in black veil

Warning, this entry contains mature content

The King is dead, long live the King!

For Elsebeth it was a horror.  Not only had she lost her King, she had lost her love, and soon would lose her life.  Her death she could face, without her Andre she was lost anyway, but it was not just her death that drove he, it was the death of her children, the oldest at only nine was too young to assume the throne.  The concept of a regency had never been imagined here, the throne would now go to the Kings brother, and he would be concerned with his own legacy.  It wasn’t even personal.  The new King would “clean house” as a matter of practicality.  If there were no others with legitimate claims to the throne then one threat to the Kingdom was eliminated.  It was the children who were important, killing her was considered a mercy.

There was only one chance.  The new king did not yet have a queen, and with his preference in…consorts… he was not going to be looking for a woman to do more than bear him an heir. That was her chance, for once her slim, almost boyish figure would be an asset. She would go to the new king with a proposition; an alliance that would benefit them both.  He would get a well loved queen who was already proven, who already knew of his preferences, and who would , and she would get safety for herself and her children.

Her servants bathed her carefully, their fate too hung in the balance, she was shaved smooth from the neck down, her hands and feet buffed smooth with stones, then rubbed in a soothing lotion scented to excite lust. As was the custom she wore a long black veil to show she was in mourning, but her nakedness beneath the veil was anything but customary. She had worn a veil with nothing beneath it once before, the last time she had done this had been her wedding day when her vows had been consummated before the gods and the people of the kingdom. If she was fortunate today would mark her second wedding, and she would be taken again.  If she was unfortunate, then the result would be the executioner, but instead of a quick death she would first see her children drowned like rats, and then be stricken barren by plunging smoking hot irons into her sex, and turned out onto the street to live or die as the gods decided.

The discussion had been brief, the negotiation one sided, but still she counted herself favored.  Her black veil had been exchanged for white, and she was kneeling on the low alter waiting for her king to claim what was now his.  He was there behind her, his robes open and hard cock pushing insistently against her cleft. she had been prepared by the priests, as had he, with a draught that ensured she would be ready for his attention, and as he shoved into her hot, wet sex she felt the explosion of her orgasm burst through her.  He thrust into her again, and then again, withdrawing completely before adjusting his aim and taking her last virginity. As his manhood buried itself deep in her bowel she screamed in a combination of pain and lust like she had never known, but even as she screamed she knew triumph; her children were safe, to be adopted by the king who had no use for women, but needed a queen.


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March 31, 2014 · 1:33 am

Spiritual 3 by mehmeturgut

I love the look of you, setting there with your eyes closed, concentrating on every nuance of my voice as the fan drones away in the background, blowing your hair willy nilly around your face.  I know the peace you feel waiting for the first stinging slash of the cane across your legs, or perhaps today it will be the thud of your favorite flogger on your back and shoulders. this is no punishment, its a reward for your patience while I was away on business, but tonight my only business is you. I know that in this second your universe stops, and you are at peace.

My enrty to Ermilia’s __picture it & write blog


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