Pack of Wolves

We are two filthy queer S/M switch perverts, looking to make new friends of all sexes and proclivities for play and pleasure. We like lots of things, and there are lots more we're open to trying out. We like being submissive, being dominant, being gentle, being cruel, fucking touching hurting crying spanking stroking licking playing experimenting creating. We like pimping each other and going to tea parties. One of us is mostly male one usually female, but we might just swap round and confuse it all. We'd rather be a pack of wolves than a couple. Maybe we can find more wild things to join us. All open-minded playful people we look forward to hearing from you, let's talk a bit and see if we have interests in common, fantasies we can try out together. Stay away if you're a fascist sympathiser, believe love is a form of ownership, or take gender or "BDSM" roles oh so seriously. Look at our blog and you'll find out more: http://anarcopervertismo.blogspot.com/

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Wanted - punk musicians of irredeemably deviant sexual conduct, to submit to the despotic desires and tyrannic caprices, and all kinds of arbitrary behaviour, of two anarco-queer singers, hooded and wearing thongs. The musicians will be transvestised or made to play naked - especially in winter. They will masturbate, lick and suck the singer-queens in public, and obey all musical commands without a whisper of complaint. They will play covers of La Polla Records, The Smiths, and also Argentinian folklore and English Morris dancing tunes, until everyone involved is mortified and humiliated. Only equipped musicians aged between 20 and 30. Virtuosos need not apply.

Memory

You come down and open the door in your slippers and a thick red bathrobe. Yes, you've been crying, your eyes are red and puffy, you turn up your mouth an apologetic smile. But there's nothing to apologise for, I told you sadness turns me on. In the kitchen I hold you for the first time as you sob on my shoulder. We sit in the chair and I slip my hand inside the red robe and feel on your small tits, your hard nipples. My other hand runs down to the mound of your pussy. Your legs open. I take you to the bed, then you start sobbing again. You reach for me to hold you, making noises like a child, an engine. I kiss your eyes, rub your head, press you into me. My cock is so hard pressed against your thigh. I open your robe and put my hand between your thighs. You mumble something - "No", I think. I kiss your eyes, your cheeks again, your hair. I get up and take off my jeans and put on a condom. You're lying on the bed curled up crying and rocking, your eyes tight shut, leaking. I open your legs and feel for your slit. It's dry, but I line up my cock and push it in. With my other hand I grab on your tit and squeeze your nipple hard so you exhale. You don't stop sobbing. I bite on your mouth, cover it. That's it, that's my nice little cunt, nice and tight. Poor baby - I stroke your head, kiss your mouth, lick your eyes, push your hand away, out the way. Oh that feels good, I like it when you wriggle like that, wriggling on the bed. I give you a slap - keep those legs open for me, there's a good cunt.

Memory

Can I touch myself please? No, shhh, keep still, I'm trying to sleep. You're spooning me, your leg over me, gripping tight. My cock is so hard it hurts. Some point in the night you reach over and stroke my balls, then lie still again with your hand gently round the base of my cock. All night my cock is so hard. I can't help but move a bit - or, yes, I can help, but I'm shaking, it rubs the raw tip of my cock against the sheet. You slap my thigh and put my hand away on my side. Shhh - you whisper - shhh. You roll away and leave me alone. You're fast asleep now. I could rub myself and you wouldn't know. I sit up. I look at you, look at you sleeping. I pull back the sheet and uncover your hip, your arse, slowly now. I want to put my head down by your pussy - I can feel the heat coming off your cunt, I want to smell you, feel your heat on my face, press my nose and mouth in between your legs. But I don't dare wake you. Instead - I find your cast-off knickers on the floor, I lie back down on the bed again holding your knickers in my face, inhaling. I try to sleep but there's no way I can sleep, I won't. My cock is so hard, but I don't touch myself, I make it through thnight. In the morning you stroke my cock with your nail, you say I can go into the bathroom and jerk off into the sink.

Fantasy

They fuck you hard your mummydad. Please mummydaddy pull me hard into you, your cock presses into my arse, my arse is just empty without you in me without mummydaddy's cock inside filling me. Not just the little soft red cock please tonight I want the big blue cock, I'm ready for it now I'm really ready, I want to feel you ride me, my little arse I ride on you, I miss your cock in me mummydaddy you don't know how much I miss it I need it. You reach between my legs and grab the base of my cock. Now I can't feel any more I don't know where is my cock in your hand and where is your cock in me, your cock is the root of my cock. Why am I crying - I think I'm going to shit mummydaddy, I feel shitty, shit everything out. Please mummydaddy I can't bear it I can't. The pain grows from a little nut now it glows and it grows it spreads fills my groin and my belly and rushing and suddenly my stomach does a loop, vertigo. I'm all sticky in your hand mumydaddy I've come in your hand. You hold me so tight. Hush don't cry little baby don't cry baby, mummydaddy will hold you so tight. Please don't go away don't take your cock away mummydaddy.

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Wanted - ranch hand, preferably homosexual, not exclusively active. Cowboy who can take the reins of a 6000 hectare soya plantation in the province of Santa Fe, burn crops, cut roads and maintain torrid exchanges of fluids with violently excited truck drivers for the good of the Argentina Nation, working towards the solution of the countryside conflict. A valiant man, a patriotic gaucho, accustomed to dominating the farm lads. Duties will also include pleasuring the employer, a man advanced in years, and his young wife. Basic salary, ranch accomodation and meals included.

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Live-in help (girl) required for domestic chores by professional black lesbian feminist couple. Besides cooking, cleaning, ironing, washing, scrubbing, sewing, gardening, childcare, preparing baby's bottle, cooking (fusion cuisine), shopping and running errands, making beds, and the school run, she should be able to attend to daily home maintenance including plumbing, simple electrics, locksmithing, carpentry and furniture restoration, and to make herself available for the intense hot sexual play of her employers, especially - but not exclusively - practices such as bondage, spanking, whipping, and doggystyle strap-on sex. In addition she should have excellent computer skills, to include a thorough knowledge of windows, and programming ability in html and java, and be able to write reports towards a doctoral thesis in culture and gender studies. Minimum wage, service room with bathroom, and uniform provided. Essential - checkable references and previous experience. By preference - girls no older than 25, with legal residence (particular interest in Paraguayan nationals.)

letter

Beautiful and inspiring to touch myself thinking of you. That photo I found on the internet in which I get just a glimpse of your cunt is so exciting. You can't see much, but it was all I needed to bring myself off. Tonight I imagined you on all fours. I come, then you tell me to switch round and get on all fours myself. I still don't understand why you excite me so much. It's your littleness which obsesses me, a stupid idea -  that with the small ones it goes in so nice and tight - which of course in general is just a nonsense. But I keep thinking about it and I start wanking again looking at your pictures. Your cute little tits. I come in front of the computer, then I come again an hour and a half later in the bathroom. Today was a crazy busy day, but I just got back indoors and I couldn't resist the temptation to masturbate again. I'm a serious wanker, I don't have much sex, I prefer touching myself. Things excite me that don't excite most people, that people in general don't understand, though that doesn't bother me much. A photo of a girl with a leather harness and a rubber prick makes me think of taking it all deep inside me. Your beautiful arse, if only it were my arse. I'll be here whenever you need me, and in the meantime I'll carry on imagining what it would feel like to come in your mouth, or in your hand, while you penetrate me with your plastic prick. In any case, looking at the photo, I can't stop staring at your beautiful arse. This is my desire.

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Wanted: Butler, in the English style, to prepare and serve high tea to a gathering of beautiful and erudite ladies. He will be silent and respectful, with refined bearing and impeccable comportment. He will be able to furnish references of the highest quality.

Duties will consist of arranging a flawless ambience in which to receive the guests, prepare the tea and accompanying tidbits and delicacies with which to treat the gathering, to lavish attention on the guests providing massages of feet and necks, and to make available his body to the whims and capricious attentions of the ladies (always maintaining an air of discretion and style), which may include molestations, brief and subtle penetrations, light spankings and whippings, particularly applications of the crop. Erection will be cause for punishment, and is thus not recommendable. The butler will present himself in the nude, and it is highly likely that the ladies will transvestise him.

At the close of the afternoon, the butler will put the house in order, masturbate in front of the company, ejaculate onto the floor and clean up the effluent with his tongue.

Payment will be negotiated.

The successful candidate will be capable of holding himself to the strictest standards of reserve and self-control, and by preference will be a person of submissive demeanour, elegant, and, in age, fall betwixt youth and early middle age (no older than 45).

Let the satisfaction and pleasure of the company provide him with his.

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I own a whore, still in the process of being trained, but willing and hot. I am looking for persons of any gender expression, also groups, to use and humiliate her. The whore is available for penetration in any or all of her three holes, and for light torture within agreed limits. She is 32 years old but looks younger with a pretty face, firm and fit body, sweet juicy cunt, small but delicious firm tights with one pierced nipple, an eminently fuckable arse, and features attractive prominent tattoos. I will be present or nearby at all times during sessions. As for you - your age, looks, personal characteristics don't matter - but trustworthiness is essential. You will need to correspond with me and establish trust before we can arrange a session. This is serious - I value my property. Any reply that doesn't strike me as serious will simply be ignored.

Fantasy

I put an ad in the paper:

Thirty-something with face and body of a twenty year old, dirty, exotic and tender. Beginners and shy guys my speciality. I'll make your first time unforgettable.

My first client calls, poor thing, he almost can't get the words out. I can sense his hard-on though over the phone line. 50 vaginal, 100 the whole works. If I like you we can work out a deal. No need to be nervous, you're going to enjoy yourself.

So he arrives. Young, tall, gawky. He's scared. We get to the lift and he's already stiff. In the lift, I turn my back to him. That makes him nervous, it excites him. He's imagining what I've got on under my dressing gown. We get inside the flat, and standing there by the door I let the dressing gown slip off. He's never seen so much bare female flesh. Come here little boy, you're with mamma now, let's go in the bedroom. I leave him sat on the bed and excuse myself to the bathroom. I pee, dry myself, but don't wash, I want the smell of urine mixing with the smell of my cunt-juice. I'm wet already. I go back in the room. Nervous, lover? Your first time? Nothing to worry about, mamma's gonna make everything alright. You're gonna see how nice it is. It's 100 baby, up front. I put the cash on the bedside table and I kiss him. Whores don't kiss. That's their mistake. A long, wet, warm kiss. I play in his mouth with my tongue . I help him take off his t-shirt and his trousers, and rub his cock through his pants. You're so tasty, love, hardly got a hair on your body, you're a baby, I'm gonna eat you up with kisses. I'm sorely tempted to get that cock stuck in me there and then. But no. The client paid for something else. I'm gonna drive him wild, make him come back for more. I get down on all fours and suck on his balls, small and hard, tight to the base of his cock. His cock grows giant sized, I can't keep my eyes off it. He just sits there stiff, his shyness turns me on. I run my tongue up the length of it then give it a little bite. I take it all the way down, it's almost suffocating me, but I suck hard, all the way right down, slide it out again, lick it, using my hand to help, stretching back the foreskin. Can I finish in your mouth, miss? Sure, 20 more love, up front. Then I get it back in my mouth and keep on sucking while I fish for the 20 in his trouser pocket. Now love, you've got permission to do whatever you like in mamma's mouth. He comes and I swallow it all down. I move up and kiss him. My desire overcomes his disgust. He's sitting obediently on the bed with lost eyes. Don't worry my love that you came so soon, look, it's not even gone soft, we're gonna carry right on, no problem. Look love, you never saw one of these, did you. This is called mamma's little pu-ssy. That's it, touch it. He moves his hand out to touch my dripping wet cunt. Stroke it gently, up there, and there along the outside, stroke this little button here, look how it gets all swollen, yeah baby you're driving me crazy, you're making mamma feel really good, I'm gonna do a special price for you from now on darling. Put one of those fingers in mamma's pussy baby, mmm that's it, delicious, another finger, one more. That's it three fingers, push them in, like that was your cock, in and out. You want to put it in don't you? I get him lain down on the bed and get on top. Mamma's gonna ride you. I'm riding him up and down, up and down, up and down, squatting on his cock. Grab my arse sweetheart, that's it, pull the cheeks open, open them up nice. D'you want to put a finger in there? I get hold of his index finger and lead it to my anus, help him push it in. Oh that's good baby, that's so tasty, mmm mamma loves how it burns, and your cock is so yummy, sweetie, mamma's gonna drain out all your juice, but not just yet baby. Hold on a bit longer. Sweetheart, for being so good mama's gonna give you a special extra for nothing. Yes go get that cream there by the side of the bed and spread it nice and thick on your cock. I turn round arse up, face down on the pillow. Come here piggy, stick that massive ape dick of yours in my arse, give it hard to your whore mamma baby. You didn't expect this did you? A little surprise for being such a good little boy. I grab his cock and get it well inside my arse, I want him to tear me up with those clumsy thrusts. That's it baby, fuck me hard, harder, rip me apart baby, that's it, that's it. Are you coming? Yes baby fill my arse up with cream. This is for free sweetheart. Yes, no one likes cocks as much as I do.

Fantasy

Head down. Cover your face. I just want to see your shaved head and the tattoos on your back. That's it, cutie, what a nice boy you look. What a sweet little faggot. That's it stick your arse up, now squeeze your legs tight, that way you grip my cock nice and tight. D'you like that, little faggot, d'you like how I fuck your arse? Look how it slides in – my, how juicy you are, your arse is all wet, it feels just like a nice little girl's pussy. Now, gently, little one, it's over now, I've filled your arse all up with cum. Come here, turn round, for a reward papa's gonna suck that little mini dick of yours and stroke those titties for you.

Petitio Principi

On our blog anarcopervertismo we explore our ideas on anarchism, free sexuality, S/M, perversion, etc. We write theses, fantasies, whatever takes our fancy, pretty much always of a provisional and half-baked nature – yes we're always in the experimental stage.

Next to the texts, and discussions of anarchists and other authors from Bakunin to Foucault, we put images. Many of these images are postpornographic. Some are from famous artists like Diane Arbus, Dela Grace Volcano, Mapplethorpe. Others are our own or come from friends and comrades.

There is a warning notice that the site contains "adult content". Anyone who doesn't want to enter can just not make that click.

There are no images of children or legal minors on the site.

But, yes, there are photos of intersex people, transvestites, dragqueens, dirty girls, darkskinned people, fat people, whores of whatever sex. And it seems maybe strange pussies, anomalous vulvas, silicon tits, can sometimes make feminists feel a bit nervous.

Well the thing is they turn us on. They give us the urge to fuck in the middle of the street - even if, to tell the truth, we don't always go and do it, just as we don't always go and set fire to things that we think need to burn. They're our strange abject brothers/sisters who'll never be written in the laws, who we don't want to petition for before the state, who feminists don't want to let in to their congresses limited by corporalities and genitalities.

They are us. And in our blog we are naked cos we like our body.

We don't understand what is meant by "abusing the dignity of women and children."
We invite you to read carefully our theses, look at the photos, we think they're marvellous and beautiful these counterhegemonic bodies.

We're interested in power relations, not in dignity per se. Who has it who grants it who regulates it?

We're anarchoperverts, we like postpornography, home made especially, we stimulate ourselves with ideas and images, sometimes we like a lot to abuse our own dignity, sometimes we laugh at ourselves, and sometimes, sure, we laugh at others. It's good to laugh.

We're revolutionaries and sexual insurrectionaries, sex subversives, perverts.

We like postpornography. We're not ashamed of our bodies - we're proud of who we are.

Please, if you don't get what we're talking about, go back and read that chapter of feminist history all about the antiporn gang of the McKinnon case against Samois, Pat Califia, Gayle Rubin and Judith Butler. Read Butler's Language, Power and Identity, read Califia's Public Sex.

And if you really can't stand dirty queer perverts like us, then just don't click on that button where it says "adult content".

Thesis

Anarchopervert lovers cede power to one another knowing that we are guided by a love ethic in which there will be no inappropriate authoritarian use of that surrender, no loss of freedom. Our freedom is multiplied by the freedom of others.

Fantasy

25 November 2008. International day of action against violence against women. Me and my switch lover the feminist poet Leonor Silvestri out for a stroll in downtown Buenos Aires. 35 degree heat. We´re discussing her controversial 31 theses entitled "who are these women the womens' movement is fighting for?" Pause in Plaza Congreso. No shade. Hot horny and frustrated I interrupt the discussion to slap her hard across the face. "You stupid bitch," I yell. "Can't you shut up for once and suck my cock?" Leonor, stunned from the slap, a tear starting to form in her eye, dips to her knees. "I'm sorry," she moans. "Please forgive me daddy. Can I suck your cock right now in front of everyone." Indeed, how had I failed to notice? Right there across the square the whole feminist movement of Buenos Aires is holding its 25 November demonstration. "Fuck," I splutter, "I'm in for it now." Feminist militants are running over yelling anti-machist curses. But all of a sudden they stop in their tracks. "Hey sisters," shouts one fierce looking butch, "wait a second ... isn't that that slag Leonor Silvestri?" "That's right sister! That dirty anarcopervert tart with her dirty theses ... let's do her!" What could I do? They let me stay to watch as the amazons stripped, beat, kicked and fucked the shit out of the gender-traitor Silvestri, mid afternoon in the middle of plaza congresso to the beating of carnival drums.

Thesis

Anarchopervertism is free association of sexual ideas.
Hegemonic associations include pairing sex with reproduction, pleasure with genitals.
S/M is the quintessence of nonreproductive sex.
We make pleasure in strange ways. Here we come.

Thesis

We love secret societies. And we love telling everyone about them.

Thesis

S/M is a tool to destroy the family, conventional sexuality and gender.

Thesis

Power is defined as the ability to make someone do what we want them to do.
The submissive, through strategy and seduction, gets the dominant to make them do what they want to be made to do.

Anarchopervertism likes a cat's cradle of power relations .

Thesis

We aren't asking for the world to leave us alone. We want to pervert the world.