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
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
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 ever have those days, when you just want to fight? But you’re not a fighter, so it’s more like you want to struggle, need to struggle. As a rope bottom, and masochist, to me, this means I want Continue reading Struggle
Listening to class on Wednesday. He’s practicing a single column tie, on my wrist. Pulling hard to make sure it doesn’t collapse, bouncing my arm like a puppet. A half dozen times. Then he grabs an ankle and does the Continue reading Sometimes It’s Just A Leg
A different needles experience this year. After the con was over, back at our own place. Rounding out the weekend, with what we could not do there. I was the most experienced receiver in the room. One had done none, Continue reading A Learning Experience
First-time partner. So, whatcha wanna do? I dunno, whadda you wanna do? I dunno, whaddya like to do? Let’s go ask my wife. Hey, what should we do? Pressure points and pain. So, off we go to try to find Continue reading Pressure Points and Pain
The night started out fairly normal. I’d asked to spend time bootblacking, and he’d even brought an extra pair of boots. He was wearing his new knee-high boots, still fresh and mostly clean. I I just did a basic saddle-soap Continue reading The Best Scene I Couldn’t Ask For
I should be doing homework, but it was putting me to sleep. I tried to take a nap, but the end of Kushiel’s Dart called to me. So I finished reading it. It was a glorious ending, and heartbreaking, and Continue reading Love as Thou Wilt
A year ago, I traded 11 needles for 3 Cheddar Bay Biscuits at dinner. Due to circumstances beyond our control (and even our imagination), those needles were not paid. During the past year, he kept teasing me about the interest Continue reading 11 Needles Plus Interest