Turn Ons
A short post today. It’s been a busy week and I have more things still to do. What turns me on? I’ve posted about my fantasies. I’ve posted about my kinks. But what really turns me on? The simple things. Continue reading Turn Ons
Tag Archives: fear
Scattered Thoughts
Public Humiliation – I knelt on his boot, surrounded. They talked of friendship and history and alcohol. Or they were, before I landed on his boot. I could not really hear them, after. He ground it into me, a stern Continue reading Scattered Thoughts
Reflection
These last few weeks, I have not done justice to myself, my partners, or to you, my readers. Last week’s post was the best of the bunch, a description of a wonderful scene. But what has been going on? What’s Continue reading Reflection
Do It
Lift up your chin. Look in his eyes. Speak clearly what’s on your mind. To him. Shut off the chatter. Keep your mind focused. Doubt and fear have no place here. With him. Happiness is everywhere. Open your eyes. Imperfections Continue reading Do It
Failure and Perfection
Failure of perfection. Perfection of failure. Fail again. Fail better. Make mistakes with confidence. Reach for the moon, even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars. I grew up with the expectation of perfection. All A’s in school or Continue reading Failure and Perfection
Let’s Talk About Sex, Baby…
Sex was never discussed in my house growing up. Mom never had “the talk” with me, I had it at school from a silly video. It was mentioned by her twice in my life. Once, when a friend of hers Continue reading Let’s Talk About Sex, Baby…
No Limits
I posted my limits list some time back. Recently, however, I asked him to take me into the darkness. Deep into it, past simple submission and into places where limits only get in the way. I had face slapping as Continue reading No Limits
One little, two little, three little…
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…
Sexy Numbers
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
It’s a Crying Shame
Some months ago, I wanted to cry and I was ashamed of that desire. Not just cry, I wanted to be Made to cry. I wanted to be pushed so hard that tears came bursting forth in and uncontrollable fury. Continue reading It’s a Crying Shame