He asked. Any desires tonight? Ropey something? Struggle rope. Tight hug rope. Spacey rope. Not sure. I was feeling stressy about the weekend. He was supportive, no pressure. Talked about His other plans. He had dug out the old metal play Continue reading Ropey Something?
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
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
A group of kinky friends went away for a long weekend in the woods. It was absolutely delightful. A relaxing few days of food, fellowship, and floating. Salt water is so much better than chlorine. Also, fruit snacks might be Continue reading Kinky Getaway
Had it all planned out. The three of us ride in together, set up, Bratting as Service class, scene with Him, scene with new partner, then DM, tear down and home. Then came a really rough week, and the storms. Continue reading People Plan, The Gods Laugh
Pack a bag, put in at least four hanks of rope and three toys you want to play with tonight. I picked the toy bag without the shoulder strap because it was easier to empty out and refill than the Continue reading Naked in the Woods with a Flogger
I usually say to Him: no hospital, jail, nor morgue. We tease that I have “no limits” with Him, or that He has “taken them all away.” But it’s not actually true. I don’t generally approve of things like forced Continue reading Negotiation
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
Went to three classes this year. One about Accepting the Demon Within. Which turned out to be more about rewriting the stories of your upbringing. Turning the guilt and shame of our unconventional turn-ons into good things. Accepting that which Continue reading Classes
He wore his kilt! Finally! In public even. And he looked awesome. I wore my old prom dress, bright red, sleeveless and down to my ankles, with black thigh-high stockings and the old red heels. The engineer in a pretty Continue reading The Kilt and a Prom Dress