Tag: Sex
Wanton Wednesday – DP One Way
This is one way to do a DP. This is another. And I know I posted about yet another way (the “conventional” way, lol) but I can’t find the post, so, oh well. Later this week, in another of my “Draft Posts per W,” I’ll describe yet another. Whether it’s…
A Collection of Holes
Sometimes, a scene can get hotter in the remembering of it. I know, that sounds counter-intuitive, or maybe like it wasn’t hot in the doing of it, but that’s not exactly true. It’s…more complex than that. And less, in a weird way. I’m not really sure I can even verbalize…
Balance & “Wank Wednesday”
On Twitter today I ran across a cool new, weekly writing prompt called Wank Wednesday (#wankwednesday on Twitter.) This week’s prompt was “Balance.” Unfortunately, while the prompt definitely inspired a whole slew of writing, it doesn’t actually seem to fit in with the style of most of the writing there. …
Close Your Eyes and Think of England
I may not have shared this before, but W has that thing where he faints at the sight of needles. Baso-something? So you’d think he wouldn’t be my first choice of companions to take to the piercer’s for my new piercings. You’d be wrong. Of course, I had to ask…
30 Days of Kink: Day 3 – Discovering Myself
Day 3: How did you discover you were kinky? One of my first memories of being aroused sexually was while I was reading one of those “bodice ripper” romances. I don’t remember the title, but I do remember the exact scene: a highwayman waylays a young gentlewoman’s carriage and proceeds…
Ring My Bell
I’d forgotten what they felt like, my six lovely steel cuntrings. What they felt like in my lips as I walk, their presence a subtle reminder as they brush against the insides of my thighs occasionally, and less subtly when they pull, twist or pinch beneath my clothes. What they…
The "Rape" Post
I knew I’d have to write about it eventually. W and I often discuss the topic (sometimes heatedly) and it informs much of of our play, either directly (his forearm pressed against my throat, his hand pinning my arm or covering my mouth; holding my thighs open, holding me down…
Wanton Wednesday – The Games We Play
I thought a little change-up was in order, that I needed to post something a little more…suggestive. A little more wanton, if you will. I love having two men that play well together and that both delight in playing with me. What wickedly wanton games they devise! Do you feel…
Sleeping in Chains
Yesterday morning I turned over on my side, away from him, then snuggled back into his side. The alarm would go off soon, but I wanted just a few minutes more to lay in the chains, savoring the feel of them on my skin, the knowledge of them in my…
Caged Fantasy
I was on the floor of his basement, my head in a cage (yeah, this one, from “Industrial Fuck”.) I was on my side, arms and legs bent behind me in a sort-of sideways hogtie, wrapped around a post. He was…doing things, actually one certain thing…and I was…laying there. On…