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One Does Want a Hint of Colour
I love a sombre B&W erotic photo as much as the next person, but sometimes I can’t resist pushing the envelope of post-production filters and the extreme, graphic results you can get with…
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Authentically Ours – Why I’ve stopped chasing labels in D/s
I just published a post called Daddy’s Boy. It took me a bit of thinking to decide on the words, I had the image but somehow the words just wouldn’t come. I think…
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Daddy’s Boy
He’s a good boy. He’s smart and educated, , confident, kind and funny. He’s generous and affectionate, he’s curious and thoughtful, and an excellent boyfriend. He turns me on. He pleases me. He’s…
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Show Me How You Love Me
“Love is not simply giving; it is judicious giving and judicious withholding as well. It is judicious praising and judicious criticizing. It is judicious arguing, struggling, confronting, urging, pushing and pulling in addition…
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Foot Fetish: Jumping In With Both Feet
I had a kink “a-ha!” moment the other day. It was fascinating and exciting and I can’t stop thinking about it. Allow me to paint you a picture. I was seated on the…
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He Brings Out The Sadist In Me
I’ve never wanted to hurt someone more. I’ve never felt safe enough to hurt someone so much. He likes the pain, but it’s the endurance that he craves. I want to suffer for…
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If
If he should be so lucky as to find himself in my lap … If I offered him a turgid length of silicone to slide down … If I let him writhe and…
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Laid Bare
Standing between your knees, looking over you laid out across the table, I’m aware of how vulnerable you must be feeling. It’s not your shifting eye contact or the tense way you have…
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Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You, Baby
The come-down was her favourite part. The intensity and the build up, anticipation and exaltation, they were wonderful too, but it was the silence afterwards that she craved. She always savoured the last…
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Lace Embrace
A little something different for my Lingerie Is For Everyone post this week. It’s lingerie, and it’s violet, but it’s not me. I’ve dropped a few hints about Loverboy recently, it’s a new-ish…
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The Red On My Lips Isn’t Wine
I asked him for it. For the blood, for the rust, for the sin. I didn’t want the pearls other girls talked about, or the fine marble of palaces, or even the roses…
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Maybe Monday
I forgot that it’s Prompt Week so this pair of pictures doesn’t really fit the bill but I’m grinning semi-sadistically over them anyway. More on Loverboy and his locked cock soon, but in…
