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 sofa in my livingroom, and Loverboy was on all fours, ecstatic to be gagging on the front half of my right foot,…
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 you. Are there any sweeter words? Is there any greater symbol of devotion? What two forces are more central to the human…
This is Right. This is Good.
Fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want.
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 my hand I hold an instrument of torture and I mean to hurt him, I do, as he’s begged me to, this…
I call him Darling, Baby, Hunny, Love
Drowning in the sea of love Where everyone would love to drown I have always been one for big thoughts and bigger feelings. I remember finding Kafka, reading about existentialism and I remember it hitting me deeply, striking a true chord: these were the questions I had always been considering, thoughts that had consumed me…
Late Night Thoughts
I need you. I need you here, in my bed, your hands traveling over my feet and ankles, my calves, the notches behind my knees.
Varnish
His phone vibrated on the desk beside his laptop and he touched the screen to open her text. She often messaged him in the afternoons, leaving his mornings to him to be productive without her distracting words and images. Those snippets of her fed the hunger in him, both a blessing and a curse, as…
Conflicted
I can’t deny the surge of power that affixing a phallus to my body gives me but the feminist in me rages.
For Every Lock, a Key
At last, from across the ocean, my hands behold this tiny symbol, this bit of steel, this piece of him.
Bad Dream
I gently reach over your hip to hold your twitching cock in my hand, soothing sounds dripping from my lips into your ear, easing you out of the dream that has you lurching and whimpering, and into consciousness.
Herringbone
I roll over in the hazy morning light, heavy drapes holding back the grim drizzle of the rain outside. Your form beside me is slack with sleep, six feet of gentle submission, chin tucked to your chest.
It’s Good to be Queen
Giving your sub head as an expression of control and dominance is one of the most delicious things.
We All Kink Differently
Sometimes I find the tropes of FemDom so tiresome.
First Meeting
She adjusted the lacy top of her stockings making neat lines of the garters, fidgeting with the elastic, bending to straighten the seam at her toes. He had called from the cab, he was minutes away. He’d check in, carry his own bags, too modest to follow a cheery bellhop, and he’d knock, despite having…
Bunny Bites
He’s so gentle by nature; calm, sweet, soft, so much so that I call him Bunny.
Be still my Domme-ly heart
Another play date with The Boy and this bit of equipment, again, went unused.