I keep wanting to write about last week, but I am not sure where to start, or where to stop, or what to say. I had a wonderful New Year’s Eve, playing Starfarers of Catan with occasional distractions, and then Continue reading A Good Start to the Year
This week’s class was on primal play. I’ve only done a small amount of this, but it is interesting to me. The presenter, the instigator, was entertaining as always. People talked about walking barefoot in the woods, about losing control, Continue reading Primal Futo
I should be working on my term project, but the upstairs neighbors are blasting music again. Ruins my concentration. I haven’t quite figured out if it is band practice, or just a really loud stereo. It’s only 6pm on a Continue reading My First Futo
It’s been a long time. Long time since I hurt so much the next day, and the next. Purple from above the knee all the way to the top of the ass. Various marks scattered around the rest of the Continue reading Caning Sometime?
Friday Play Party: Wooden paddles are awesome, and awful, and pretty, and evil, and OMFG they sting! Giving him two targets, an alcove, and plenty of toys is a recipe for Amazing. I need to quit comparing… no, really, knock Continue reading Things I Took Away from COPE:
Getting ready for the party. She wants a long slow burn. Do we want beat together or separately? Together seems like a better chance of a longer scene, trading off. We go in search of furniture, but end up in Continue reading Two Hours of Bliss
There is something growling inside her tonight. She’s looking for a fight. Not an argument, not to win, she just wants to fight, to struggle, and to be beaten down, held down, forced to surrender. He sees the gleam in Continue reading Fighting Spirit
Friends of mine have been talking/puzzling about their lives not being what they expected them to be. For some, this is causing great distress. So, I decided to take a look at the question. Growing up, what did I expect Continue reading Is This The Life I Expected?
He has a lot of boxes, has been tormenting us with the thought of 18s all weekend. We set up the massage table to sit on, he gets a bench in front of us. Sitting side by side, naked, she’s Continue reading Eight Needles
First scene of the weekend. I’d asked my ex-Lover to suspend me. He’d talked so animatedly about a Shibaricon class on Transitional suspension, that I was super curious. We had never done suspension before, he and I, so we talked Continue reading First Suspension