Archive | December 2017

Being Santa

I am standing outside, covered head to foot. Even my face is covered. It is Christmas Day and it is around 90 degrees out. I am really starting to sweat.

I trained as an actor, and I was playing a character I had only played once before – Santa Claus. The first time was for a swinger’s dance, and I had a number of lovely ladies sit on my lap. This second time many years later was much different, as it was for kids.

As it turns out, Santa is wildly inappropriately dressed for this Southern California December heat wave. I am waiting to be introduced to entertain a group of children.

I have been an actor, comedian and a magician, but this is the first time I had experienced such true belief. To most of these kids, Santa was real. That is a lot of responsibility. I worked hard to make him completely believable, and believe they did.

Some of the kids had been on the Santa Train just the week before. I had thought out what to say to explain why my Santa Claus was different from the Santa on the train. It did not matter. They easily accepted me as the same Santa. It was amazing.

Kids loved telling Santa all about their Christmas and what they were doing, but most of all, they just love Santa. One little girl shouted rapturously, “Santa, you’re the best!” as I was leaving.

While I seldom perform any more, this was a favor. I really did not know if I could pull it off. I had developed a pretty good Santa voice, which you can hear in this Interview with Santa. It was quite a heartwarming experience. To these kids, I was Santa, and they loved me (or rather, they loved the Santa they believed me to be.)

Although this time was family friendly, I still got adult women who wanted to sit in my lap. One woman straddled my knee, much to my surprise, and leaned back into me enough to drag down on my beard which was attached with spirit gum. It came loose and I had to sort of balance it on my face the rest of the appearance. Another woman pushed her breasts tightly into me as we posed for a picture. There were so many gorgeous MILFS, I had to work very hard to keep my mind as pure as Santa’s. My vision of Santa is not as a dirty old man, but as someone on a much higher plane. When I was Santa, no naughty thoughts crossed my mind. I stayed completely in character.

I stayed in full costume and makeup when we were driving around because I did not want kids to see a partial Santa Claus. We were driving through a rather dicey neighborhood, and some teenage boys trying to look tough walked by. The moment they saw me, through, they all smiled and waved.

Everyone who saw me smiled. We were stopped at a light and a little girl rolled down her window excitedly so she could talk to Santa Claus. I wished her and her family a Merry Christmas.

There is nothing like being Santa Claus. He is universally loved, and Santa loves everyone. Now that I have had a taste, I may have to do it again next year.

A Warm and Kinky December

It is December in Southern California. The other night I was sitting in a Jacuzzi at with an actress, and a fetish model. Both were gorgeous and like me, quite naked. It was a surprisingly warm and pleasant evening where you could run around naked outside and still be reasonably comfortable. I could not help but take a moment to appreciate life.

This was a BDSM party with a number of people in the industry- fetish models, performers, and professional doms. Our party host is very well liked in the community, and his parties attract a large number of lifestyle practitioners.

The pool was heated, and there was a tall suspension system over the pool that people could hang from. One extremely athletic woman in a very short skirt and no underwear climbed up the rope, and my wife and I were in the water directly below with what turned out to be the best seat in the house. There are worse places to be on a Saturday night.

The submissive of our party host is actually quite a talented artist. She had a bunch of new erotic art framed up on the walls along with the many other very nice works of erotic art throughout the house. Our host is friends with a number of well known artists and has some very unique pieces.

Of course there was an impressive dungeon. Underneath a king sized bed was a cage, which was actually a great place to people watch. There was a coffin you could have sex in. There was a very good selection of whipping and spanking implements available for use. There were spanking benches, and and other BDSM furniture.

Beyond having a well equipped dungeon, our host also has many well-equipped friends. This really was an exceptionally attractive crowd. Whether hanging in the pool naked with them or watching various scenes, there was much to stimulate the senses. There were even a few people attending from different parts of the country. It was a great opportunity to learn about the scene where they were from, and of course, the conversations often lead to learning about a lot of different things people are into and what their desires are.

I personally am not a big time dom. I have some skills, but many of the people here were masters in both senses of the term. There was much to be learned from them, and Kris and I are constantly learning and making the hard sacrifice of going out to all these different sex related events to make ourselves better teachers.  You’re welcome.