New song from Sam! Not many can make a song that is a mood that features profound sadness and longing, not like Sam Smith. And that female voice asking ‘Does that scare you’, ugh, you are perfect. ❤ Please enjoy this great song, but hopefully, your weekend is anything but lonely.
Aaaand we are back with mostly horror. 😀 I don’t know about you, but I’m definitely enjoying this challenge quite a bit. I feel like I got to see so many hidden gem horror films just by planning ahead what I’m gonna watch daily. Maybe I should plan ahead my movies more often. 😛
The Departed (2006)
An undercover cop and a mole in the police attempt to identify each other while infiltrating an Irish gang in South Boston.
For those who don’t know yet, I’m Asian. Chinese actually, but I moved to live in Finland when I was six so I’m what some call ‘a banana’ (yellow on the outside, white on the inside). XD So my pop-culture taste and my taste in movies is very much westernized, I did manage to squeeze in a tiny Asian revolution of my own into my childhood and teenage years. For over a decade I loved Asian cinema, especially the golden age of Hong Kong cinema. From the 80s to the 90s, HK made so many movies which were basically my childhood. But then something happened in the mid-90s and HK cinema was never the same. The beginning of the 2000s were the twilight of…
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Everytime I am about to write about some kinky stuff, I would go search my history and see whether I have already written about them. Here’s a fun fact about kink, everything feels different when done with different people. I definitely had done wax play before but not with Oliver before. Playing with hot candle wax might be one of the first things that came to my mind while I used to think about kink. I’m talking about the time when I haven’t done anything yet. But in practise, I do it rarely. Because wax is annoying to deal with when it gets everywhere.
But here we are, I got myself two large candles, one white and one pink and Oliver lighted them already at the beginning of the session so he got tons of ammo when it was time to use them. He tied me up, my wrists and legs together and I was lying on the floor on my back. I kinda remember there being a giant anal hook up my ass too. Although I knew the hot wax was coming, I still managed to be surprised when he started. And I really should have seen this coming… everything kinky Oliver sets out to try, he would always add an extra layer of sadism on them. He doesn’t really hold back or start gently. I guess it can be seen as him trusting me excessively and also how much I can take. I’ve only seen wax play in shibari shows, and they usually do just a few drops at a time with pauses in between. Oliver more like poured the wax on my torso, near my pussy and on my legs, like he was pouring hot oil onto a steak on a pan. And there were no pauses really, except when he changed candle after he exhausted the first one in record time. The pace was relentless and I screamed for him to go slowly and he kinda ‘agreed’ but it surely didn’t feel like he actually slowed down. XD Whenever the hot wax hit sensitive spots on my body like the sides of my torso, my breasts, my pussy, or the underneath of my arms, the pain was almost unbearable. The wax felt like red hot needles poking me all over and I went into panic mode again, the second time in the same session (first was with the coconut rope).
My skin felt raw and sensitive and the wax covering my body dried up quickly and became hard. I felt like I was cocooned in a shell and every little movement I made felt like I was stretching my skin to the extreme, second from cracking. And of course, I was made to move quite a bit and pieces of wax peeled from my skin and I felt like I was a snake shedding my skin.
I liked wax play with Oliver surprisingly lot, just as I adore everything that makes me go into a panic mode. Panic seems to be my new fave fetish and it is constantly hungry for more. Next week, I got a very interesting sexadventure story to tell you guys, something that happened on none other than Valentine’s Day, so stay tuned. Until then, stay kinky! 😉
Can’t believe I’ve already half way through this challenge. This time, it’s animation, action, musical and a romance! Can you believe I didn’t watch horror for five movies in a row? I need to fix that asap.
Frozen II (2019)
Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, Olaf and Sven leave Arendelle to travel to an ancient, autumn-bound forest of an enchanted land. They set out to find the origin of Elsa’s powers in order to save their kingdom.
The first Frozen came around over 6 years ago, and it was a breath of fresh air and got insanely popular, especially with that song I am not going to mention by name since I just got it out of my head. It kinda surprised me that it took Disney so long to make a sequel, and after seeing Frozen II, I got why. They had no story. Compared to the first one, Frozen II seemed almost amateurish. If not for the freaking amazing visual effects, I would totally believe it to be a fan-made film. The elements in the movie looked truly amazing but that’s pretty much the only thing…
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The Weeknd is one of those artists that seem to make songs that would become my obsession. Not often, but when they do, it hits hard. Last time, it was ‘Can’t Feel My Face’. This time around, it’s ‘Blinding Lights’. This song is relentless. It’s at the same time old-fashion and timeless, I can easily listen to this on a loop for hours. So let’s share the joy! 😀 Wish you have a great weekend, HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!
The Zombie War came unthinkably close to eradicating humanity. Max Brooks, driven by the urgency of preserving the acid-etched first-hand experiences of the survivors from those apocalyptic years, traveled across the United States of America and throughout the world, from decimated cities that once teemed with upwards of thirty million souls to the most remote and inhospitable areas of the planet. He recorded the testimony of men, women, and sometimes children who came face-to-face with the living, or at least the undead, hell of that dreadful time. World War Z is the result. Never before have we had access to a document that so powerfully conveys the depth of fear and horror, and also the ineradicable spirit of resistance, that gripped human society through the plague years.
Ranging from the now infamous village of New Dachang in the United Federation of China, where the epidemiological trail began with the twelve-year-old Patient Zero, to the unnamed northern forests where untold numbers sought a terrible and temporary refuge in the cold, to the United States of Southern Africa, where the Redeker Plan provided hope for humanity at an unspeakable price, to the west-of-the-Rockies redoubt where the North American tide finally started to turn, this invaluable chronicle reflects the full scope and duration of the Zombie War.
Most of all, the book captures with haunting immediacy the human dimension of this epochal event. Facing the often raw and vivid nature of these personal accounts requires a degree of courage on the part of the reader, but the effort is invaluable because, as Mr. Brooks says in his introduction, “By excluding the human factor, aren’t we risking the kind of personal detachment from history that may, heaven forbid, lead us one day to repeat it? And in the end, isn’t the human factor the only true difference between us and the enemy we now refer to as ‘the living dead’?”
Narrated by: Max Brooks, Alan Alda, John Turturro, Rob Reiner, Mark Hamill, Alfred Molina, Simon Pegg, Henry Rollins, Martin Scorsese plus many more
Length: 12 hrs and 9 mins
Publisher: Random House Audio
I feel like me starting to train myself to be able to listen to audiobooks is all for this particular book. Long long time ago I picked up a random book The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection from the Living Dead by Max Brooks, way before the whole zombie craze in Hollywood. I’ve always been fond of zombies as one of the subgenres of horror and how the stories of the living dead always manage to shine a light on matters of humanity. But I wasn’t exactly prepared for Max Brooks and his way of writing about zombie matter-of-factly. I thought a zombie survival guide was funny in theory, but when the whole book was written with such care and detail, this certain dread and terror kinda creeps up on you although you know it to be fake. The ‘evidence’, the files about ‘real-life’ cases in the end of the book was especially chilling. They were the reason I picked up Brooks’s other book ‘World War Z’ which consists of sole interviews of zombie survivors. But I didn’t read the book right after I bought it. It just sat on my shelf for ages. The movie which didn’t exactly manage to capture Brooks’s style came and went, and I still haven’t read the book. Then someone told me that the audiobook version is by far a superior version since they invited different actors to voice-act the interviews. At that time, I have some uncertainty towards audiobooks, I somehow had a hard time to concentrate and internalize what I hear. It took me years to learn to really listen to audiobooks. Now, 2.5 years and 16 audiobooks later, I finally picked up the audiobook version on ‘World War Z’ and I regret the fact that I didn’t do it any sooner.
“World War Z” was glorious. It even says in the title – ‘an oral history of the zombie war’, so it is meant to be consumed in audio form. All of these more or less recognizable voices acting the shit out of it all, doing convincing accents, and genuine emotions could be heard, emotions so tangible that I cried multiple times listening to these interviews. It didn’t feel like fictional stories about zombies. I was listening to real-life stories told by real people about a real war they fought and survived. There were generals, soldiers, mayors, regular people, teenagers. All of them together built an incredibly real story about a deadly war that almost wiped out mankind. After listening to the 12 hours of the book, it didn’t feel like I just read a fictional book about zombies, but a documentary with interviews about a terrible war that happened in an alternative universe that isn’t ours.
I realize what I just experienced was something unique. I’ve read immersive stories before, stories that would just suck you into their worlds and hold you hostage for life. But ‘World War Z’ was immersive in a different way. Instead of sucking you in, it leaked out from the book and takes hold of your reality. It colors your surroundings with a zombie color crayon and you can still feel its impact long after you finish the book. And it is a book I strongly recommend to be consumed only in audiobook form. And if you are like I was and haven’t learned how to listen to audiobooks yet, start practicing cos ‘World War Z’ is worth it.
Have you ever touched a coconut? This shriveled up looking little ball of coarse brown fur… Now imagine someone getting the bright idea of making rope out of that coarse brown fur, not knowing that some kinky people somewhere would come up with tying each other with that said rope. And thus, the coconut rope is born.
I’ve heard about this rope long time ago and I was absolutely sure that I don’t even want to be in the same room with it. You see, I don’t like prickly stuff that can hurt me. One of my bad habits is saying what I don’t like out loud without paying much attention to who is listening. It’s not the first time that habit of mine has turned and bit me in the ass, but I guess I never learned. So before Christmas, in a kinky ppl bar gathering, I once again complained loudly that no one should ever let Oliver, my adorable but sadistic friend with benefits, get his hands on coconut ropes. The same Oliver who introduced me to sadistic bondage. I was terrified about the mere idea of what he could do with coconut ropes. As it so happened, a fellow sadist heard my complaint and took it to heart. So for Christmas present to Oliver, that before mentioned sadist gifted him exactly that. It was terribly sweet of him… -.-
Long story short, I found myself on my living-room floor, already tied up with regular ropes so I can’t make a quick escape, and I was put face to face with the much-dreaded coconut rope. And yes, it was as terrible as I could ever imagine. I pride myself as someone who can take quite a lot of pain, but fear is my kryptonite. But I am not afraid of that many things. Except for sharp and prickly things, like the vampire gloves. And as it turns out, the coconut rope got the same effect on me, I somehow go into the panic mode as soon as Oliver started wrapping it around me. For me, the panic mode is ‘sweet spot’ where my expectation of the level of pain is somehow met and it’s the type of pain that I don’t like or never learned how to handle. The pain of spanking? That I can handle. Not gracefully whenever Oliver is doing to spanking, but still, I handle it. But whenever there’s something sharp, like sharp nails, vampire gloves, and this time, the unbearable sting of the coconut rope, I don’t even begin to know how to handle. I guess it’s the relentlessness of it, the pain was constant. When the rope enveloped my torso and breasts and waist, I froze up all of my muscles cos the tiniest movements would press the rope tighter against my skin and it hurt a lot. Oliver noticed my freezing up and told me to breathe deeper. I only partly obeyed, taking small shallow breaths. He wasn’t impressed at all, so he pressed the rope against my chest. The pain level rose sharply, forcing me take in deep gulps of air, my chest rising up and down in big motions, creating more pain and I found myself unable to calm my breathing. What a painfully vicious cycle of coconut ropes. 😛 The torture of the ropes was increased by some spanking and just my sheer fear of the rope getting too close to my very sensitive nipples.
Just with the vampire gloves, I have mixed feelings with the rope still. But while I was writing this, I got tons of scenarios in my head. Like how terrible it would be to be fucked while being tied up with that rope, getting a proper spanking in them, getting forced deep throat with it, getting water bondage in coconut ropes… just how terrible would that be? Sometimes, I think I give too much power to my masochist, that spoiled little thing. Fortunately, the first outing with the coconut rope didn’t last that long. There was other program on the menu for that particular session, but I have to talk about those next week. Until then, stay kinky! 😉