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Voyeur
The shutter had become her eye. She walked through the world seeing things in snap shots, moments clipped from life and developed in her mind. She preferred an old fashioned camera; heavy, mechanical,…
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Vanilla (with sprinkles)
Kink isn’t really a thing for me right now. It is, but it isn’t, you know? I haven’t “quit”, I’m not denouncing my kinks but I’m not really an active kinkster. I wouldn’t…
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The Ultimate Accessory
Shortly after we first got together, Ralph had his tongue pierced. It healed incredibly quickly and he only had a day or two of swelling and lisping, which was kind of cute. In…
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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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The Summer Lucky Came to Stay
[Content warning: unwanted sexual advances] Lucky was a legend in our village. He was a travelling farrier, as they were in those days, who would come through once a year, set up…
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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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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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Summer Pleasure Seeker
Summer is such a pleasurable and hedonistic season. Warm weather, sun on your skin, everything feels a bit honey-dipped and sultry, especially the balmy evenings. Summer is also a nostalgic time of year;…
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Jasmine
Dear Loverboy, I’m listening to the rain and thinking about your desire. I am delighted that you transform from Wolf to Puppy, from confident and competent to almost mindlessly obedient when at my…
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Survival is not the same as living
Content warning: abuse, violence, violation I survived. I survived the way she drank, the way he screamed and broke things. I survived not knowing if we’d eat, waking to the glass of water…
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Breakthrough – Every Damn Day In June – 5/30
My fingers are in my mouth because he wants them there. Three of them, my pinky and thumb hugging my cheeks which are slick with drool, my palm pressed into my tongue, the…
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Blueberry Pancakes
It would be a beautiful afternoon, cloudless, bright and blue. I’d check into our hotel room around the time your plane arrived, knowing you’d have security to go through and the short cab…
