Exposure
2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me, Threatening the life it belongs to And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud And…
What I'm reading…
Doing a bit of blog maintenance this morning before I head out for a run… New blogs I’ve found while hopping around the blogosphere (and some others that I have forgotten to add to my blogroll before now… Bastard Life (linked to via this lovely story from Alison Tyler’s space)…
Dirty Girl
I want to be slow, deliberate, but the thought of him once again sends me spiraling up into an excitement that is hard to contain. Soon my fingers are flying over my clit, swirling and stroking, loving the feel of the slick bubble bath between my fingers and my ring.
Anticipation
So here’s how my life works. I’m all happy to have W back, and already feeling mopey that he’ll be going again so soon, but in between the “he’s home” and “he’s gone again” I’ll be going on my own little adventure–and I’m getting all twittery and excited about it. …
Home again
W got home last night. Can you see me doing my happy dance?? I was so excited and nervous to show him what I’d done to his yard…fours days of hard labor, weeding, planting, shoveling, digging, hauling…and it looks so beautiful now and it was worth it all even the…
On Love, Loss and Taking Risks
Nothing is permanent, nothing is forever. I don’t think I have ever believed that it was, from my earliest, first musings on the nature of love and relationships. Was that imbued in me because my own mother was divorced three times, even if the last one has lasted over thirty…
HNT- Rope, Knots and a Hint of Wood
W’s almost back…obviously I am getting my kink back on… Are you Half-Nekkid yet??
Corruption
I miss you, so I came to your house, and here I sit, in your office, in your house, without you here. I put my heels on as soon as I came in, because it wouldn’t have felt right being here otherwise. I poured myself an inch of Jack on…
Blindfold
(image used under a Creative Commons license) I love blindfolds. In a seeming dichotomy, they let me slip into a place removed from the scene that’s going on, and yet be engaged in it on an even more intimate level by touch, scent & sound. Usually, I have no fear…
Don't let a submissive torture herself…
Scratches on my ankles. A blister on my finger. Oozy itchy poison-something tracks on my arms and legs. Sunburned back and shoulders. Aching back. Sounds like a good time, eh? Even when he’s away W can be the cause of so much torment–even when he doesn’t know it.