It’s a love-hate relationship, really. I’m a thuddy gal. I want deep impact. I want to feel it through my entire body. I want hard pressure. Strong grips. Rope winding tight about me. Teeth sinking deep into my flesh. But Continue reading I Hate Stingy
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
Sometimes, it is really nice to go back to the beginning. We had a whips class Friday night, with a very entertaining teacher. Through the entire class, I sat watching the presentation on a massage table, while he stood behind Continue reading The Circle of Kink
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
“Fuck you!” She stumbled backward, away from the sparkler he was holding out towards her. “Careful…” he warned and she glanced around. “Fuck you all!” She was surrounded by sparklers, waving through the dark night, spewing fiery bits into the Continue reading 4th of July
Last night, I was introduced to a new way to view things. I have talked before about wants and needs, but this is a different way to look at them. We were talking specifically about scening, and broke it up Continue reading Needs, Wants & Desires
Itchy, twitchy, brain all messy. Linkin Park on the mind. It’s hot and work has been rough this week. Lots of heavy lifting and rearranging of entire sections of the store. I can’t get my brain to settle down to Continue reading Burn It Down (in my mind)
And for something a little more fun, a little less serious, and a bit more kinky. Yay, bruises! I’ve got a collection of little bruises from our play last night. Right thigh bruises from his punching. Left arm bruises and Continue reading Bruises and Stun Guns
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
Last night he was run down when he got to practice. We snuggled and hugged and he pinched a bit a little. Someone nearby doing a suspension caught his attention, and he was handed the big dragon tail to show Continue reading Dragon Tails