Tag: BDSM
When things got "worse"…
So then there was the second half of the night. I didn’t expect there to be a second half, to be honest. I went over to W’s after being at the Other Guy’s, after having gotten my butt spanked pretty well, feeling a little buzzy, a little self-satisfied, maybe even…
Capital Letter TLC
There's a price to pay for the things we do.
Things can always get worse…
There is a part of me that likes to go into a scene knowing I can get what I want out of it, very specifically, and then walk away.
Just remember…
Why do I get so wet just thinking about a spanking? What is it in a person’s psyche that equates spanking with sex? Or, at least MY psyche. Tonight’s my spanking date. I am excited, nervous, and yes…wet. Sopping, actually. I am nervous, though. My head is not in the…
Asking for It
I have a play date Monday...I just have to find a way/place to change from work clothes to my schoolgirl garb before I go over.
Poor Barbie!
I never knew that the original Barbie was based on, according to this article, a “German doll called Bild Lilli, which (…) was based on a prostitute from a German adult cartoon.” That, I love. And this quote from the article: “…the doll she created was a merchandiser’s dream. In…
Firsts, part 2
And it was like that, like my entire self was being peeled open to reveal the deepest part of me, and I had brought him there, invited him there, sucked him inside of me there.
Sometimes, it IS all about me
I love it when I wake up to one or the other’s hands on me, pressing, mauling, pulling, squeezing; fingers or a cock slipping inside before I’ve fully had a chance to wake; a mouth on my neck, a hand on my throat; a whispered “cunt” in my ear. Even…
Morning Sex, W’s version
Morning sex with W is a different thing altogether. After an night of play, of pain and sex and predicament and pictures and teasing and talking and more sex, we wake slowly together to the clank of chain, the feel of each other’s skin, gray morning a glow in the…
Scattered Remembrance
It’s funny how the mind works. W tells me, “If there aren’t any pictures, it didn’t happen.” Maybe that’s true. Or maybe not. I have my word pictures, and sometimes they serve me just fine. Tonight I am sitting in my front room, watching the snow out my window and…