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
At public play parties, there are always scene limitations. Time limits on furniture. Party space rule limitations. Event time limitations. Personal pubic play limits. Last night, I had a few moments of fear over bad weather limitations – would both Continue reading Scene Limits
I like pain. I like nipple clamps. I like kneeling for him. But I’m 42 years old and have been living, like you, through a pandemic for the last three years. My body is no longer in the “doing kinky Continue reading Just Breathe
Woke up early to clean and shop. A bundle of nerves, but no expectations. We’ll just hang out, have some food, and see where things go. He seems agreeable to some type of violence, and eager, even. As eager as Continue reading Old Words and A Violent Birthday
MP&C is getting back into the swing of things. We’ve had a few weeks of really good numbers <knock, knock> this month. Getting people in from WW, from FFF, from Meetup (change your password if you use this site), from Continue reading Back in the Swing
What would you like? Sideways or face-down? Or do you want to float? I can float face-down. Clothes off to get them out of your way? Sure. Stripped down to a black bra, red fishnet stockings and shiny black boots. Continue reading Rope, Rhino Cock, and a Balancing Act
The soft clink of a chain her only warning before the nippleclamps sink in. She arches and whimpers, but he only slides inside her and yanks down hard on the chain.
I asked to be tied up and tossed in a corner. I wanted to fight the rope. I wanted to sit and struggle and soak in it. So I asked him, and he said we’d see. The club can often Continue reading Tied Up and Tossed in a Corner
Nervous anticipation. We have Plans, it’ll be alright. We’ve gone shopping and have everything we need. Packing, checking, dressing, checking again. Don’t forget it at home! Go back, get the food out of the kitchen. Okay. I’m there. Need to Continue reading 1950s Monday
Who is The Perverted Imp? I am a 30-something woman with a degree in creative writing. Except for a three year stint out west, I’m a MidWestern girl. During college, I traveled to Ireland, England and Australia, as well as Continue reading Perverted Imp FAQ