I really like words. Half my fantasies start with describing sexual misbehavior, or threats, or instructions, or verbal seductions. I really like talking about what I like or want to do, despite my utter shyness in doing so, it really Continue reading Do you Really want me to Scream your Name?
He flogged me to tears last night. The kind of tears that don’t stop when the floggers do. He pushed me hard and fast. Against the wall, into the wall, and through to release. My arms hurt from holding my Continue reading Release & Creativity
And a special, bonus post, by special request of him, just in case two posts isn’t enough to fulfill your craving this week. The movie was over, they hadn’t really watched it, too distracted by each other, but they Continue reading Special Request
Blackness. She tried to blink, but couldn’t. Coming more fully awake, she realized her head was covered in fabric. Tight. It wasn’t a headache, her head was tightly wrapped. Her ears hurt. Not badly, just a mild ache. Static. There Continue reading I Know What You Did Last Night
They tell me that I don’t let things go. I don’t like letting things go. I’ve let too many things go already. Not Things – hubby will tell you I purge junk from our home far more than he approves Continue reading Beaten in/to Submission
A friend wrote last month how she is finally learning to trust her body, through kink. I have been at odds with my body since I was sixteen, almost half my life now. I fight it, I ignore it, I Continue reading Trust Your Body, Trust Yourself
To start the New Year, I am going to attempt the meme: 30 Days of Kink. This is Day One, that I wrote as a guest post for Insatiable Desire. Dom, sub, switch? What parts of BDSM interest you? Give Continue reading Day One – Define Your Kinky Self
A lot on my mind this week, so I may end up with several posts, just going to start typing and see where I end up. I had a couple random ideas last week. The first being around forced feminization. Continue reading Beauty is Pain
Blogging, writing, screaming to be noticed – silently. Watching the numbers on the stats graph rise and fall, seeing them fall more often than rise. What am I doing this for? Who and I doing this for? Why? Every Thursday Continue reading Introverted Social Networking
Last night was an wonderful scene. It started out as teaching a new person about how we flog. He dragged me up from kneeling by the hair and asked if this piece of meat would do. She agreed and I Continue reading Joy in Pain