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The Long and Winding Road of Kink
I have been struggling to write this blog post for awhile. The fear is irrational, mostly, but that doesn’t make it quieter, that doesn’t make it fade. The fear is that I will…
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Setting Blogging Goals and Sticking to Them
Isn’t it interesting how basically everyone on the internet heaved a collective sigh that 2018 was coming to a close? I certainly did; it was one hell of a bumpy ride and one…
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Of Course
She’s moving between my legs, dragging hot kisses down my thighs, her eyes peeking over my mound, eyebrows waggling. “Ugh, you don’t need to do this … I can’t believe you want to …”…
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Spellcasting
Come to me by dreams at night Come to me by Second Sight Come to me and be my own Come to me in flesh and bone By the darkness of my…
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Book Lust
Draw your finger down my spine. Take in the smell of me. My pages are soft, shuffling against your thumbs as you spread them. Be careful not to be cut, for I am…
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Dommes Like to Go Down Too
It’s so interesting to me, how within the D/s world there are some almost inescapable tropes that you’d think wouldn’t be a part of the community, that they’d be more of a misrepresentation…
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Yours
Trigger Warning: self harm It started as a joke, a cute thing that he did to make her smile. They’d had a disconnected week, missed calls and texts, rescheduling dates, finally getting to…
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Mutual
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…
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Cosmic
He turns his back to me, a smooth lake of milk, quivering in the moon light. The curtains move in the warm breeze and cast shadows across him, inky blue and fleeting. In…
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After
It was a good second date. He was less tentative, less shy, more willing to be taken and led, in conversation and in hand. Unlike the rainy afternoon of our first meeting, chaste…
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Just Take It
Take it, take it all. All of me, hard and suddenly, leave no hip or thigh unbruised. Do not suffer a moment of thirst when my slit is so ripe, ready to wet…
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Watching
The cotton gusset of my panties is drenched from our texts and I’m twitchy and eager when you appear, slightly pixelated at first, then crystal clear, on my lap top screen. I hover…