Wonderful Night
I may want tears tonight. I smiled back at him, warmth filling me at the thought. I’d been aching for that, and we were both finally in a place where it would be healthy to go there. His boots needed Continue reading Wonderful Night
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What’ve You Got To Lose?
A journal entry from earlier this week: The longer you’ve been around, the more you have to lose. As wife, before girlfriends exist, you have everything. All the love, time, attention, interest. Then comes girlfriend, and love multiplies, but time Continue reading What’ve You Got To Lose?
Regaining Balance
I don’t know where to start. It’s been a week of crazy ups and downs. Excellent times together, and painful moments, too. Through it all, communication. Keep talking, keep expressing, keep feeling, keep reacting, keep it honest and open. We Continue reading Regaining Balance
The Violet Wand
“Do you enjoy this?” “You’re having fun, aren’t you?” “How’d you get this job?” Questions I get asked every weekend. I do violet wand scenes for strangers, and friends, almost every weekend. It’s volunteer, it’s not a job, though occasionally Continue reading The Violet Wand
Negotiation Win
It was the night. Finally time to fulfill our bargain for a 50 cent pair of scissors. Time to face the music and dance, literally. Bag packed, ready to go. He calls, needs help with the gear. We get it Continue reading Negotiation Win
Rope Scenes
I’ve posted a lot about rope. About why I like it, what I like about it, about scenes I’ve had with it, about buying it, about learning to tie it. There have been a lot of classes on rope lately, Continue reading Rope Scenes
Within Ourselves
My academic pursuit this month, otherwise known as “I’m tired of packing project,” (unfortunately, yesterday, when I got tired, of packing I fell asleep instead of posting) is The Ethical Slut, by Dossie Easton and Catherine A. Liszt, which I Continue reading Within Ourselves
First Monday
Tonight is Rope, maybe even suspension. We arrive on time, head in and start cleaning. Check list complete, change clothes and cuddle up to talk and wait. He is home, a couple minutes to spare. We have a short talk Continue reading First Monday
The Little Things
I’ve been trying to figure out how to turn the last week into a post. All sorts of silly cliches in my head. Patience is a virtue. It’s the little things that count. Or having silly imagery in my head. Continue reading The Little Things
Jute, Nipple Clamps & Tears
“Do you want to go a round?” “Yes.” He had the jute in his hand and on his belt. He let me smell it, natural smell – not hemp, but not synthetic or horses, either. Holding it, he looked me Continue reading Jute, Nipple Clamps & Tears