Struggle
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
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
Stuck. Fucked. Fuckable, for that matter. Helpless. Strung out and up and every which way. Tied up tight in a not-so-neat little package. Just the way she liked it. A challenge. Eyes closed, focusing on every inch of rope as Continue reading The Struggle
What would you Do with 300 feet of hemp? Make a nest of it, probably. The smell of hemp makes me float. Heavy, earthy and sweet. I could curl up in a pile of it and be content for days. Continue reading Hemp