Intensity is everything for me. Why have half a teaspoon of applesauce when you can relish an entire apple? Why settle, when with a little effort and imagination and creativity you can soar? Why settle for the mundane, why settle for the average fuck, when you can make it an incredible experience? And it’s the intensity that can make it incrediblean increased combination of power and passion that’s narrowly directed. It can be explosive. The feeling is in my head and in my heart and in my cunt.
The most intense is always the best for me. The times when you’re just so focused. When the endorphins, the body’s natural opiates, get flowing. The more intense you getthe more and more focused, the more involved, the deeper you get along those linesthe more endorphins are released. You’re reaching the primary brain, the one you share with the animals. And beyond that there is the spiritual, as far as I’m concerned, the white light. I truly believe you can go and see your God, whatever that is to you. It’s another path. Some people use drugs. Some people use meditation. I believe you can use SM to tap those same things. It’s another path if you choose to go that direction.
from an interview with Stacy
There are a lot of scenarios, a lot of games, a lot of possibilities.
You can tantalize a woman with ice cubes. You put a very small rounded piece of ice inside her cunt, stand her up and let it drip out. It does terrible things to her head. All this stuff is coming out. It’s perfectly safe. It feels like you are so wet, so excited, that you’ve just had an orgasm and you cannot control the body fluids coming out of you. Another feeling is embarrassmentI’ve got all this stuff coming out.
We have played with clothespins, lots and lots and lots of clothespins. Also with piercings. Play piercings, temporary piercings. In and around the tits, in and around the thighs. Tying little strings to them. One time, Stacy tried to sew my cunt together. That was just a little too intense for me. There were a lot of needles.
Stacy and I play with firehot wax. I enjoy the feeling of hot wax, all over my body, a lot. I have used hot wax on Stacy once or twice; I don’t think she found it that enjoyable. She’s not that much into pain.
Stacy has a very nice nine-thonged whip that I enjoy a whole bunch. I enjoy being beaten on my back until I’m black and blue. This turns me on. This turns me on a lot. And I enjoy the feeling of a bull whip. We’ve played in public with a gentleman in the community who wields a very mean bull whip, and I enjoy that kind of sharp, immediate, cracking pain.
I enjoy rope bondage. Stacy has put me in a body harness made out of rope. I enjoy the constriction, flexing and feeling the constriction.
We’ve gone out in public, gone out for a beer, with me wearing a dildo in a harness around my waist, so that I had a bulge coming down the inside right thigh.
Stacy has been known to terribly humiliate me. My personality is more butch than anything else. So she’s made me wear this terrible white teddy, with lace all over it. I get very self-conscious about that. She thinks it’s hilarious. She has put me in this white teddy and taken me downtown late at night.
We’ve got a pretty broad repertoire. Stacy enjoys playing with knives. Running them up and down my body. Sticking them into my body a little bit. Any kind of sharp instrument play.
She has put me up on a hoist and tickled the bottom of my feet to the point that I thought I was going to pee on her. She has wrapped me up in plastic. So far we have not played with electricity; that’s something that I don’t think I’m really into. But I don’t think there are too many other areas, in terms of SM, giving pain or receiving pain, or intense physical feelings, that we haven’t tried.
Rape fantasies are one of the last sexual taboos. Now a fantasy is a lot different from really wanting it to happen. No woman wants to be raped and I would never go out and rape somebody any more than I would want some asshole raping me. But I do have rape fantasies, both as the one raped and as the rapist.
When I’m the rapist what I like is that I’m overpowering another individual. She’s mine. I’m possessing her. I’m taking her. She will do what I want her to do. “Okay bitch, now take this, now I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”
For instance, I’m a burglar and I break into Stacy’s apartment, wearing a ski mask. She comes in from shopping and finds this terrible person in her house. I take her into the bedroom and make her get undressed, put her on her knees and tie up her hands. Or I put the handcuffs on her and put something lightweight over her face, so she can’t quite see, can’t distinguish things. Then I stand her up, bend her over this nice bed that we’ve got, and spank her for a while. Then I finger fuck her and about the time she’s ready to say “yes,” the dildo comes out and she is righteously fucked. All the time she is wiggling and screaming and yelling. Yelling for the cops. This is an intruder. And all the while getting so wet she can’t stand it.
from an interview with Sharon