Looking forward to Winter Wickedness this weekend. So, not much brain power to spare. Have a small thing I wrote this week: Floggers slamming. Whips cracking. Paddles smacking. Hands pounding. Voice screaming. Heart thrumming. Skin burning. Nerves shrieking. Body trembles. Continue reading Crumbling
I swear, a lotStingy things make me swear a lot more I’m very sarcasticSleep dep/exhaustion/late nights make me lose whatever filter I may haveI’m always tired If I say no, it may not mean neverLikely, I’ll be the one to Continue reading Playing With The Imp
I remember this conversation so clearly, but it was so many years ago. I searched through the old posts of that time, but I guess I never specifically wrote about it. There was a Lot going on at the time. Continue reading TBT: Rabbit Hole
Self care isn’t just about eating right, exercising, and sleeping. It is also caring about your own happiness, and not staying in situations that make you miserable. It’s about speaking up for yourself and going after what you want. I am Continue reading Self Care
I had a really nice time at WW last weekend. I got to hang out with many members of my chosen family, and one even offered me a bed, so I didn’t have to drive home in the middle of the Continue reading Rope, Beatings, and Service
I don’t have a thing for military uniforms or police uniforms, but I do, occasionally find myself attracted to the men who wear them. Sometimes it has nothing to do with their profession, and sometimes it does. It isn’t the Continue reading It’s Not the Uniform
I posted a lot in November, and haven’t posted since. Sorry about that. I’ve been taking lots of Me Time. Playing video games, watching Netflix, relaxing, and even some cooking. Looking forward to some quiet holidays. I’ve got my usual Continue reading Quiet Holidays
I keep missing days. This week has been especially bad for it. Stress and life keep be busy and distracted. Two jobs, a busy social schedule, and making/eating way too much food due to the above. I made a pretty Continue reading Missing Days
I’ve talked about my masochism many times before. About how it’s not just about pain, but “intense sensation.” Especially controlled, intentional, intense sensation. I’ve talked about my RA, and how that pain is unwelcome, unsexy, and uncontrolled. I’ve talked about Continue reading Not Just a Masochist
Two weeks in, and I’ve already messed up at writing/posting more. I have my reasons and my excuses – moving, super stressful weekend last weekend, etc. etc. But those won’t solve anything. I even had things I wanted to write Continue reading Oops