Kinky Kollege had three days of classes, though admittedly, only one class session on Friday. Saturday had four class blocks, plus an early morning block to get ready. Sunday hosted three blocks, plus the same early morning meetings. I attended Continue reading Kinky Classes
I attended my first Kinky Kollege for Spring Break just a few days ago and I have a lot of thoughts and a lot of gratitude for everyone who made the event possible. In the before times, I would have Continue reading I Went to Skool
It started with a comment, Z would be coming to the party. An opportunity to play. We hadn’t since February. A holiday again. What could we do? A couple days to marinate and he came back with OTK beatings. Oh, Continue reading Windows of Opportunity
Somehow, despite being scheduled, this did not post back in November…. so, well, I’ll put a bit of an update at the end. I was vaguely optimistic, though a bit frightened disappointed last time. This time, I’m terrified. It’s not Continue reading It’s Again
Loving this series. For a lot of reasons, but especially the treatment of the main relationship. Read an article recently about how women like romance novels because they feature not just happy endings, but men taking responsibility for bad behavior, Continue reading Night Huntress series by Jeaniene Frost
I don’t write about sex all that much, not in the “I had sex let me describe it like a porn writer” way, just in the fantastical way or hot scenes. Sex is personal to me these days, and more Continue reading My First Leather Bar
He brought two cattle prods with Him this year. A full-sized one that you might imagine when you hear those words, and a smaller, stun-gun sized one. Both with the high pitched whine of charging. Neither with the tell-tale crackle Continue reading Control and Cattle Prods
I love the drumming at camp. Having no rhythm myself, I still love to move to their beat. Last year I circled the Burn with Him. This year I did not, preferring to sit, but still the drums moved me. Continue reading To the Beat of the Drums
It’s a love-hate relationship, really. I’m a thuddy gal. I want deep impact. I want to feel it through my entire body. I want hard pressure. Strong grips. Rope winding tight about me. Teeth sinking deep into my flesh. But Continue reading I Hate Stingy
A new kink con by first time organizers, and my first since the pandemic started. I didn’t post beforehand because it would have been all nerves and anticipation. There were a lot of people on the RSVP list, a lot Continue reading GFA Reflections