My Favorite Number
27 has been my favorite number since I was a kid, but you don’t think about that nearly as much as an adult. It started because I thought my Dad had said it was his favorite. But when I found Continue reading My Favorite Number
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Group Needles
I didn’t want to do it alone. He gets excited and wants to push them quickly. I can’t process that fast. She offered to do a scene together and the other two came to watch and support, or so they Continue reading Group Needles
To the Beat of the Drums
I love the drumming at camp. Having no rhythm myself, I still love to move to their beat. Last year I circled the Burn with Him. This year I did not, preferring to sit, but still the drums moved me. Continue reading To the Beat of the Drums
GFA Reflections
A new kink con by first time organizers, and my first since the pandemic started. I didn’t post beforehand because it would have been all nerves and anticipation. There were a lot of people on the RSVP list, a lot Continue reading GFA Reflections
Pain in Joy
Curiosity is my own worst best enemy friend in kink. I say no out of habit to new things if they seem scary. But if it is someone I know, like, trust, enjoy, I never stop there. My brain processes Continue reading Pain in Joy
Naked in the Woods with a Flogger
Pack a bag, put in at least four hanks of rope and three toys you want to play with tonight. I picked the toy bag without the shoulder strap because it was easier to empty out and refill than the Continue reading Naked in the Woods with a Flogger
His Care
And sometimes, I need for him to take care of me, when I’m striving too hard to take care of him. As per the last post, I was stressing myself out massively over the events this weekend, and more. I Continue reading His Care
Back in the Swing
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
Fun Times Don’t Have to be Big
He decided we should play on Saturday. I’d offered on Friday, but we were all much too busy with the crowd. He walked up to where I was sitting, and slapped me. I gasped and gazed up at him, and Continue reading Fun Times Don’t Have to be Big
A Learning Experience
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