Tag: sluthood
Choice
It started days ago; weeks maybe. “If you come, I’ll let it be known that your function there is as a sex slave, there for anyone’s pleasure or use.” Now I’d love to tell you a story about how I arrived at said place, was chained to a bed in…
Collars – Day 2
No, I’m not going to post pictures of my tit-collared nipples every day this week, never fear, but since there is a story to go along with them today, and I thought it might be interesting to show how they go on, you’ll have to tolerate just one more. Or…
Word of the Day: Tart
Oh yeah, feeling like one in a too-short, too-thin knit dress, with my black bra just visible beneath it, my high strappy black sandals and my bare legs. And after shopping yesterday for “slutty casual” wear, I think I can own the title with pride. Several too-short denim skirts &…
It's fundamental
Letter from W after reading about my date with the Professor: I’m glad you had a great date with the professor – yet I feel that as you progress with him I want to introduce some form of perversion into the atmosphere for my own benefit. He need not be…
It’s fundamental
Letter from W after reading about my date with the Professor: I’m glad you had a great date with the professor – yet I feel that as you progress with him I want to introduce some form of perversion into the atmosphere for my own benefit. He need not be…
Homecoming
W picks me up at the airport, just as we’d arranged. I always feel a little anxious after I am with another lover, especially a new one. How backwards is this: I go off to meet some potentially fabulous lover, and I need my men to reassure me that they…
Just because he says so
“I’m looking forward to making you fuck R,” he said. Oh. Um. Yeah. I think of all kinds of pretend excuses why I can’t go over. Think of things that aren’t pretend: my kids, a test in algebra, my possible/maybe-going-to-happen period. I know I won’t use any of them. But…
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. …
To Be or Not to Be
I smile, and lean toward him, ask him about himself, touch him lightly on one wrist to emphasize a point. He buys me my second glass of wine.