Anxious, I listen closely to the moans and muffled cries of leather on flesh from behind the door, suddenly aware of how cool the wall is against my skin and how hot it will be in just a few minutes. Press the pretty lips below to see more sins and sinners!
You should be waking up here. Or me there. I want you at arm’s length or closer. Come to me. Stay awhile.
This week has been a countdown since Saturday, measured night by night until I see him again. He’s new, I’ve held back from mentioning him here, but Reader, my heart is excited.
I happened across these images, for which I have no source, no amount of Googling gave me the name of the film they are from, but I loved them …
She thrust the camera into my hands, it was heavy and older than we were. She lay back playfully, coy as she pulled up her shirt, pert tits wobbling softly.
I have so many things I want to say, all of which are likely the wrong thing to say, so I’ll just say this one:
My Love, When I begin to dream about that house on the bluff with all the windows, I know it’s time to reach out to you. Three dreams in three weeks, each time you’re just outside of where the light ends, shadow walking, sometimes so tangible, other times not.
Here’s a concept we can all chew on: Dominant Women are not sexual vending machines.
You can read the hopeful post I wrote here about this promising subby dude … Oof. Ever meet someone you’re excited about on paper only to find it all falls flat in person? That was my evening.
I’m less than 24 hours out from a date with a new, adorable, submissive man and a deeply anxious feeling is creeping through me. This is the first first date since things began with The Boy, last August. It’s been six months since things ended with him and inside I’m full of fear and reservations, waves…
A new guy I’m talking to opted to turn off his A/C unit in his 32 degrees Celsius apartment so we could talk on the phone. How old fashioned both in manners and the joys of telephony. Once our lines engaged he then charmed me with his extensive knowledge of, and interest in, The 7…
It’s 9:30 on a Saturday night, I’m in my bed, naked, the perfect temperature. The sun will set soon and my room has that glowy evening light filling up every corner. I’m tired but not sleepy, perfectly comfortable and content and I’m sending naughty pictures to
It’s one of those days, one of those moods, when my blood feels hot and syrupy in my veins.
Yesterday’s post ended with “I’m scared to be too hopeful.” My hope has been renewed by the handsome young fella I’m meeting up with on Wednesday next week!
I said I didn’t want to jinx it, and I still don’t but I’m enjoying the little things with this new guy and I’m allowing myself to get just a little excited.
She sighed and sank back into the pillows of her bed, smiling as he crawled towards her stopping to kneel between her feet. “Have you really never? Never?” his smile was cheeky and filled with disbelief. “Never. Not once.” she shrugged and watched his bemused face. “Wow. Well, do you want to?” “Maybe … You…