Month: September 2010
Desire
Desire–what fuels it and feeds it, fans its flames or dampens it, drives us mad with lust or turns us cold–is a strange thing. Fickle or demanding, imperious at times, ephemeral and fleeting at others. I myself have odd, disjointed fantasies, many of which I’d not care to share with…
Wanton Wednesday – Cuffed
I’m not sure what’s got me so blissed in this photo. Maybe the feel of the steel encircling my wrists? I like how sharp handcuffs are, how hard the steel is. Their implacability; the way they cut into the delicate skin that lies so thin over my wrist bones; how…
Juxtapositions
There’s those times when he ties my hands to keep me from protecting myself. From blows, from slaps, from whips or crops or canes. I know those times well, and I know the feeling of helplessness, of fear or rage or panic, when I can’t get loose, can’t protect myself,…
Obedience
Well. As noted in my post earlier, we’re back from Twisted Tryst, all whole, healthy and happy. A wonderful good time was had by all, I do believe, and now I understand W’s assertion that camp events are just…special. I won’t say “better” than a hotel event, because there are…
The Beginning of a Twisted Weekend
I’ve never fucked someone in public before. And, well, I guess I still haven’t, technically. I think a girl with her hands and feet in stocks, or tied behind her back, cannot be said to be fucking. She is being fucked. And now I have been fucked in public. And…