The sex blogging community has been a bit of a trash fire recently, what with transphobes running amok and expressing their displeasure at accountability and basic human decency. It’s been part of the perfect storm of bullshit that is 2020, but even in darkness, there are sometimes moments of light. By that I mean, that…
I had a moment today. I love shamed myself.
Anyone can be a dumb, little bimbo, drunk on my cock. I want more. I want a clever little slut bitch. Tell me, baby, who’s my clever bitch?
I recently wrote about the place that D/s has in my relationship with Sir and how we are people first, partners second, and thirdly, our D/s roles. Then, after all of that, I fucked up.
Starless, the midsummer night breathes the lilac breeze across our backs our fronts too electrically entwined to notice
I achieved a goal today. I conquered a fear. I gave a gift and it was honoured and accepted. I basked in praise. I grew. I changed.
“I love the support and care I feel from you within this dynamic, and I wasn’t really expecting that. In the past, Dominance has been mostly about output. I just didn’t expect to get this level of care and support back.”
“Something we had to work through at the beginning was your feeling that you couldn’t fulfil an archetype, that you couldn’t live up to a rigid ideal. I think writing about how not fitting into an archetype is not a failure would be valuable.”
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…
I love exploring with new partners. I certainly enjoy touch and ongoing exploration with The Evergreens* as well, but new lovers are so much fun to play and learn with. I feel no shame in saying that variety and new experiences are part of why non-monogamy has been my life and philosophy for over twenty…