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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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Cure His Heart
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather Shiny leather in the dark Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart – from Venus In Furs…
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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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Lotus
One must be a lotus to emerge from mucky waters clean. – Hindu Proverb I’ve never been much for showering with someone. When Fantastic Mr. Fawkes and I got together we showered…
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A Sinking Ship
Content Warning: weight, weight loss, body image It may seem like a small thing, but it took a lot to not blur out the stretchmarks that you can see on my breasts…
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Slut Puppy
He is a very, very good boy. “Happiness is a warm puppy.” – Charles Schultz
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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…
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Learning To See Me
My body is changing. I am changing my body. It’s slow progress, but the transformation is real. I do not have an end goal, I am not measuring and counting my process or…
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Come Back to Bed
“I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, Kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)” – Sylvia Plath
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Dirty (panties). Dirty (mind).
“If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be.” ~ Marquis de Sade ~ Click…
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Anticipation – Every Damn Day In June – 9/30
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…
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Prism
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. Jonathan…
