NATASHA / GORNIK

I HEART DOMINATRIXES…

natashagornik — Fri, 18 May 2012 15:29:28 +0000

i love dominatrixes. always have. i love that they wear latex knee high stockings and leather bras. i love that they’re in control. i love that i can name four pro domes off the top of my head who are getting their masters or PhD and i love that they are some of the most intelligent women i have ever met. i love that they take the art so seriously. i love that they skill themselves to be masters at whip throwing and bondage and piercing and can be cruel as fuck and so compassionate in the same breath, which is a skill within itself. i love that they own their shit. today i visited Sade at the Parthenon during a session. her foot was deep inside of his mouth when i walked in. after she slipped it out her toes were wet and slick and shiny with nails painted lavender. they looked like candy. she had just finished taking the skewers out of his cock and was getting ready to paint with his blood. she had started working on a piece a gift for me, had written out text on canvas and was going to color the letters in red. he was a good looking man with lots of good looking hair and their was a pleasantness wafting in the room and i got out my camera and she told him to fluff himself after she tied cord around his cock and balls and he did and once his cock was hard she got in front of him with a needle and pierced into the side of it and held a plastic cup up to catch the thin stream of liquid. he didn’t make too much noise throughout maybe a slight grunt when the needle touched down and i watched as the cup slowly filled up and none of this was disturbing or gross to me simply fascinating and Sade looked at me with that Sade smile and his eyes were closed and he looked relaxed and content. once the cup runneth half way full she dipped her paintbrush in and started in on the canvas. this went on for three different pieces and at one point she ran out and he had to fluff himself again with lotion and it turned a creamy mauve once it mixed with the blood and then she pierced him again this time he gave more of a yell and we laughed and he laughed and it was all so fucking goddam enjoyable and then she carried on and used the coagulated blood at the bottom of the cup in a sponge paint sort of a way and she’d throw a glob onto canvas and it stuck like a leech and then she’d take it away and the effect was lovely and pleasant conversation flowed throughout from us from him just three people hanging out in a room one bleeding one painting with his blood and one photographing the process. it was such a healthy sexy kink experience and made me remember what it has always been about for me. because sometimes we lose our way or lose ourselves and forget. i feel revived.

LIKE LIVING IN A WOODY ALLEN MOVIE SORTA DAY…

natashagornik — Fri, 18 May 2012 02:27:15 +0000

we walked around the city all day drinking coffee and reclaiming. he brought pie.

DIRTY…

natashagornik — Thu, 17 May 2012 14:40:11 +0000

the sea foam green building looked edible and Sade said it reminded her of Jordan almonds and i went straight to pistachio in my mind like the ice cream. there’s been a cockroach lying on it’s back, a big guy, in my hallway right in front of my shoe rack. earlier today before the gardening i tried to sweep it up for the trashcan and as soon as the broom touched it the legs started moving around frantically and these things are just brown and disgusting and i couldn’t rouse the courage to sweep it into the dustpan and watch it wiggle around during transportation. and i would, without a doubt, look because that’s what people do when carrying half dead bugs twenty seven inches from their face. they look. sometimes after that we were at the garden store surrounded by nature and came across these pale yellow flowers that looked like a seventies prom dress think Carrie and i bought them along with a Passion Flower plant and some other pretties. we got our hands deep into the soil once in the backyard and it felt like scwooshing warm chocolate cake with your fingers and i love the smell of soil and the texture if i came across a bug in the dirt i wouldn’t blink an eye its just different for some reason to find a living creature amongst nature as opposed to finding one that lives off city garbage in front of your rainboots. she found an earthworm on the ground and brought over to the tomato plants to live. it reminds me a bit of the forest and i find it comforting because i love being in the woods they’re like my kinda place so urban and busy and bustling and birds commuting and the tall trees are skyscrapers and the little ones are townhomes and the patches of sun through the branches and so quiet yet so loud in its own nature city way thriving on and within itself. next week we decide that i will bring all of my shoes over to her place and we’ll have a shoe fetish photo shoot trying on all the pairs of heels spiky and sparkly and sharp and skyscraper and strappy and taking pictures of one another. we wrap up the evening with a story about her last session and she talked about the submissive’s smooth soft ass and how he must lotion himself after every shower it is very well kept and how by the end of it his ass felt like leather.

IT BEGINS ON THE COUCH…

natashagornik — Wed, 16 May 2012 17:45:39 +0000

it takes a while to get going, but eventually his hand ends up behind her head holding her hair from the crown to the lowest slope it is wrapped around his fingers which are closed tight. he holds it back enough for her head to tilt slightly which causes her lower lip to puff and drop open the slightest degrees but enough to see the reflection of the lamp on her lower front tooth and it glistens in the warmth. this makes her breaths shallow and closer together because it excites her and she drops her tongue just enough to top the tip of the lip and he pulls her hair back confidently adding just a quick tiny tug which sends small sharp pain vibrations up her skull and as he pulls her head down more he comes in closer so their lips are so close almost touching and this makes her want to lick them but she wants him to make all the moves so he gets the message that he is in control. he pulls her head down further and this makes her cry out quietly and she gets more excited keeping her hands limp by her hips letting him know that she is fully in his hands and with his right one he runs his finger over the wet tooth and wet tongue and ends on the wet lips and leans in more and whispers one word into her mouth. Mine.

VENICE…WRITTEN AT THE PARTY LAST NIGHT, PHOTOGRAPHED THIS MORNING…

natashagornik — Sun, 13 May 2012 17:32:06 +0000

Venice
the third night i was in Venice i had swapped out partners from Conrad to Sherri and she knew someone in town. a skateboarder boy or maybe man who brought us to a squathouse somewhere in a part of town i hadn’t been to. there was a french (i think) polka band playing and wine was being sold by the pitcher and we drank a lot of it and i think i remember a really cute guy maybe in a white shirt who was in the band and the toilet was pretty much a hole in the ground which i would get used to four or seven days later in Istanbul. the next day i woke up with my first hangover in a long time i think i’m pretty sure i felt bad about myself but we ended up having a good day at the Venice Guggenheim museum and it changed my perspective about a lot of things. it’s interesting to think about these memories. i’m eating a granola chocolate cranberry cookie. see…

VANILLA IS THE MOST POPULAR FLAVOR ICE CREAM OF ALL TIME…

natashagornik — Sat, 12 May 2012 16:04:31 +0000

suffering is an interesting thing and i have found quite recently that it is usually self imposed and life is way cooler without it and i’m on the plane listening to Madonna’s Borderline having mixed feelings about this cup of coffee i’m drinking i don’t do milk or cream and soy is bad for you so its black and watery and i just looked inside and there are white foamy bits floating on top but i’ll drink it anyway. i rode a handlebar mustache the other day and it didn’t occur to me that i could grab onto the handles until after the fact and i’ll try that next time and the sheets were sweaty and i smelled the sex on my pillow when i went to bed and the other night after the opening after the friends after the round table discussion i ended up in an apartment with loud electronic music at two in the morning and it went nowhere i think mainly because shy turns me off and i didn’t even know that but its been a while since i’ve been here and i feel like Carrie Fucking Bradshaw which both horrifies and entertains me and i just asked for bloody mary mix from a can because its spicier than tomato juice and they don’t have tabasco and i forgot to shake well before i opened and all the good stuff is at the bottom so i am drinking it fast to get to the best part because i like instant gratification but this gives me a sour stomach and heartburn and it feels like a big fat metaphor for a lot of things so i’m going to sit back and think about that now. vanilla ice cream is pretty boring unless it’s Haagen Dazs with the black cherries kind.

LEWD…A GROUP PHOTO EXHIBITION TOMORROW NIGHT IN LES…

natashagornik — Wed, 09 May 2012 16:53:58 +0000

i’m super stoked to be a part of the group show Lewd (“an exhibition of photography including nude men, women and everything in between”), curated by John Wenrich and Greg Garry, at Krause Gallery. if you are in the New York area on Thursday, please swing by the gallery for the opening…

Krause Gallery
149 Orchard St. between Rivington and Stanton streets, New York, NY
Thursday, May 10th from 7-10pm

hope to see you there, i am anticipating a fun night ahead…here are one of the images that will be on display. i never thought the day would come that i’d get a cock up on a gallery wall. pigs are flying people!…

i just learned from my printer Jeffrey that Giclee means literally “to squirt”. it seemed an appropriate thing to share given the image.

AFRICA…

natashagornik — Wed, 09 May 2012 03:13:14 +0000

thinking about Africa tonight. it was such an amazing experience and i kind of forgot about it the past week. traveling is so inspirational its just a different sort of high altogether.

THE DOMMI DOLLZ, NINA PAYNE AND MS MONA ROGERS…

natashagornik — Mon, 07 May 2012 15:59:01 +0000

Mona has been a friend for years, we met during the Rapture days and she was always my favorite to make videos with because she’s such a good fucking domme and the queen bee-tress of tease and denial. my god i remember shooting a scene where she wrapped Captain, the slave, in saran wrap and he was laying down on the bed and she only kept his toes exposed and put a gag in his mouth and proceeded to excite him so much that he came all wrapped up from the tease alone. it was insane and i was so fucking turned on after it i think my face was flushed and my mouth got redder and puffier and i couldn’t really look Mona in the eye immediately following because it was just too hot. don’t get me wrong, she can be mean as fuck as well. she taught me how to “hit through” a person. one day we were hanging out, probably after a photo shoot probably at some sexy ass hotel in Manhattan, and i asked her for a few pointers on corporal. we practiced on Felix, the slave who was with us. she first showed me a hit, she took both of her hands and simultaneously smacked his back. it sounded like it hurt. then she looked at me and said “now that was hitting. here is hitting through a person” and with all of this calm strength from the core and her biceps and her legs she hit again but the sound was so fucking intense like just what hitting through someone would sound like i heard it through the chest and Felix cried out in a way that made us gleeful and i just love me some Mona. i met Nina last fall when i went to see a Dommi Dollz performance, and she is sex positive intelligent kinky and hot as fuck. i love these women. they perform and educate and spread the good sexy word across the country, sometimes across the globe. you can check them out here – Dommi Dollz

PANTIES TWO…

natashagornik — Fri, 04 May 2012 00:55:06 +0000

when i see them, i visualize very sheer kind of silky black panty hose attached and no bra and i’m not sure which sort of heels but heels for certain and i question would i be shaved for such delicate fabric? rubbing softly against my skin whenever i move and then i decide to keep the hair and let its fullness be seen through the mesh and some will poke through the panties and it keeps it a secret a pretty secret for a very select few if any maybe just keep it a secret and the color is so creamy and i really want to slip into them and feel them sliding up my leg and thigh over and on my hips the clasps of the garters landing gentle and cold on my thigh skin and i want to try them on in one of those soft floral affluent dressing rooms and a fair maiden comes to tend helping me clasp the hooks on the stockings kneeling to my right and she’s in a milk maid’s outfit and it goes to good places from there. so i buy them and wonder whether i will ever make that happen. tonight i’m eating popcorn for dinner.