I never know what I’m going to get with the lover. Even when we were together, he could surprise me. With my own pain. Stubbornness. Surrender. Each time we have played since then has built upon a once broken foundation. Continue reading The Painful Edge
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 hate public speaking. I turned down a job I was told I’d almost certainly get because it involved the word faculty. I ended up getting a job that still includes instruction, but only in one-offs, and only a few Continue reading Teaching
I saw two things this week that triggered my Imp brain. One was a meme quote, that claimed Ryan Elliot as source, but I can find no proof of that with Google. His lyrics are not easily findable this evening. Continue reading Shadow and Light
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
“Do you feel appreciated and special?” A deceptively simple question, but not for the insecure. Sure, I felt appreciated. I got hugs and compliments on my contribution to the dinner. Been told it was good to see me. But special? Continue reading Special
I’ve picked back up on the Kushiel series by Jacqueline Carey. Kushiel’s Chosen this time. Dart was a Lot to process, so it’s been years between. This one is no different, and I’m barely into it. I’m not a Game Continue reading Kushiel’s Chosen
I’ve come back to this blog, nearly dormant for the last few years, but I haven’t really hit into the writing. I’ve been having fun practice drawing. Focusing on specific moments, and remember the past. We’re nearing the end of Continue reading Holiday Reflections
Practicing drawing hands and playing with brushes, and this came out.
Do you ever just want to crawl inside someone? Want an intimacy that is not just sexual, but more than…? Snuggled against their chest but you don’t feel close enough. Skin on skin and soul on soul. Intimacy that you Continue reading Inside