HNT – Hand

I was looking through my pictures for something else and ran across this old pic.  Well, it’s a little over a year old, so that’s not old, but the fact that W takes so many pics makes this one seem ancient! Anyway, I just like it.  That’s Ad’s hand, and…

Mouth

There is something so incredibly intimate about a mouth. Kissing, sucking, licking, tasting, swallowing…tongues and teeth and spit and words–words maybe most of all. Time was, when sucking cock felt more intimate than sexual intercourse to me, when I would rather have had a man’s cock inside my cunt than…

Mad at Adam, or, How I'm Not Perfect

“I’m not an expert,” Samantha says, over on Not Your Mother’s Playground.  An excellent post, and an idea that I’ll probably explore further over on A Poly Life at some point in the future, but here, now, I want to illustrate the point much more graphically. I’m not an expert,…

Halloween Treats

If the first half of my Halloween weekend was mostly tricks–canes and spankings and rope–the second half of Halloween was all about Treats. With a few tricks thrown in for good measure, of course–he wouldn’t be The Mean Guy without tricks, now would he? First, a treat for you: pics…

Tricks & Treats

Confession time: sometimes, I can’t remember everything that happens. I mean, I remember things in broad outline, but the details…get a little fuzzy. Take Halloween, for example. It was an AMAZING day and night and day…but…I really can’t remember the details.  You know, the order of things.  Where they all…

The Mason Jar

I have an issue with peeing. I hate to do it (and most times can’t) in front of people. The times that W has urinated on me, marking me, are both incredibly humiliating and incredibly hot, both because it is humiliating, and because it makes me feel so fucking owned. …

Tiger Woods in My Pussy

I know, I know, I said I wasn’t going to post this weekend. But ya’ll should know by now what an attention slut I am–I can’t stay away from here for long, especially if I have a story to tell! So we got in last night at 12AM.  Too late…

Mud Virgin

As a special treat, since I will likely be too busy to write much here in the next few days, I thought I’d leave you with a couple images and some notes from a weekend I blogged about a little bit here and here. This was the other part of…

Bondage Babe to Sunday-Afternoon-Mom in Five Minutes

Or, “Why Not to Let My Top Keep Track of the Time.” In his defense, he thought I said I had to be there at 4:15, not 4:00.  Still, standing in my slut dress in 4 inch heels, pressing myself as close to his body as I could manage and…