Needles. I’m going to buy needles soon. I’m going to bring them to him. I’m going to ask him to put them in me. As many as he likes, wherever he likes. I am terrified of needles. Just reading threads Continue reading One little, two little, three little…
I am discovering a level of submission within myself that I had only read or dreamed about before. I have, almost since the day I met him, had submissive inclinations and attitudes towards him. Over time, my other partners have Continue reading Only True in Fairy Tales
As Husband’s stay in the hospital continues, medical play limit keeps hardening. Not up for a big post this week, sorry folks.
Do you want to do flogging or rope tonight? Sure, get me the rope. How much? 4, 8mm. 30s? Yes. Did you stretch? No…and I stretch while he explains to her why. Arms behind my back for a box tie. Continue reading Reconnected
Maybe I should officially switch to Thursday post, it seems to work better for me lately. Poly relationships, I have said before, are balanced largely on communication. Also important are consideration, compromise, and compersion. Sorry about the alliteration, but it Continue reading Negotiating with Loved Ones, or What Poly Means to Me
It’s that time again. A major kink event with play parties both nights. This time, I find myself in negotiations with someone I have never met for a scene I never imagined. It has been an interesting week, thus the Continue reading Negotiating with Strangers
I spilled water on him once, and he has been teasing me about it ever since. I have teased right back, implying hot water would solve the problem of cold water. He has threatened me with retribution of ice. It Continue reading In My Head
I’ve found the quiet place. Found the calm in the storm. Found focus inside myself while my body is beaten or tied. I am not ignoring those things, rather they help me. They give me a tighter focus, bring me Continue reading The Quiet Place
In retail, the Holiday season ends on December 24th, and the Return season begins on December 26th. But that’s not what I mean, I don’t mean things you get that you don’t want. Things you get two or three of Continue reading Gifts We Return
Forty posts and four hundred tags. I like those numbers, nice and round. I couldn’t think of anything to post earlier today because I didn’t want to change those numbers. They looked nice and comforting to me. It’s the end Continue reading Sexy Numbers