Tag: W
Work from Home Wednesday: A Snapshot & Pictorial
Today’s post is an illustrated summary of the silly posts I made on Fetlife yesterday while I worked from W’s house. Some days I crack myself the hell up. This day, W wanted to try out some of the “toys” he’s found recently while he’s been on a house reorganization…
In Praise of “Normal Life”
Sometimes in my online readings, by coincidence or fate, I’ll read two very different pieces of writing that will spark thoughts on the same topic, though perhaps (as in this instance) from different perspectives. A post by Kaya on the nature of her relationship and another on Fearless Press, Living…
Cowboy #2 – Two Stories
I have this List that I am working on for W. At his request I’ve created an Excel spreadsheet listing all of the boys and men I have fucked in my life. It is supposed to be in chronological order, and by name, with at least one fact about each…
Work from Home Wednesday
Yesterday was Work from Home Wednesday. That’s right, I’ve changed my weekly work from home day to Wednesdays, just so I could get some alliteration. I’m neurotic like that. Okay, not really. But it works nicely, huh? Anyhow, I got to work from W’s, and boy oh boy was he…
Wanton Wednesday – Bruises & a Scene
I started this post wanting to show off the pretty bruises I got at Dark Odyssey, but as I looked through the pictures of the scene, I thought it might be fun to show off more than just my bruised butt. And yeah, I’m WAY late for Wanton Wednesday. I…
Working Girl
Today I am supposed to be a working girl, since last week I kind of took a pass on all things work related. Instead I am sitting here in my office, wearing a low-cut blouse, black pencil skirt and 5-inch heels, working a bit but also daydreaming, feeling like the…
The Smell of Sex
I wonder if men can smell when a woman’s been freshly fucked. Even after she’s had a shower and washed the sweat and come and pussy juice off herself. Or did I have a sign on my forehead as I wandered the grocery store aisles this afternoon, trying to concentrate…
Wanton Wednesday – Force Fed
I laughed a little the other day when I saw the Fetlife safety police jump all over some woman that asked about forced inebriation of her slave. “Get a good lawyer!” one said. “I can’t believe you could be so irresponsible,” said another. “A recipe for date rape!” yet another…
Balance (Part 2)
So where was I? Oh yes, on the idea of “balance.” It came up again over the weekend that we took the pictures you saw in my first post on the topic, and later, again, as we started making preparations for Dark Odyssey – Fusion. Not as something I shared…
“Stop hitting yourself!”
Did you ever play that game when you were a kid (or rather, like me, get that “game” played on you) where someone makes you hit yourself over and over with your own hand? Yeah, I hated it too, but the one in control always seemed to find it vastly…
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