Category: BDSM
Dear #16
Dear #16, It’s been a long time since I’ve thought of you. You were the boy on the dance floor with all the hot moves. I was the Madonna-wannabe in the tattered lacy skirt, wild hair and big hair bow. We danced near each other, occasionally brushing a hand or…
Just because he says so
“I’m looking forward to making you fuck R,” he said. Oh. Um. Yeah. I think of all kinds of pretend excuses why I can’t go over. Think of things that aren’t pretend: my kids, a test in algebra, my possible/maybe-going-to-happen period. I know I won’t use any of them. But…
Marks of Another Sort
He’s gone now, attending to family matters in another state for a week. But before he left he wanted to leave his own mark on me… Sometimes I wonder if he knows how deeply I am marked by him, body and soul. This day, the day before he left, I…
Genesis of a Scene
Sometimes it's hard to tell if it's pleasure or pain that's happening, even for me, in the moment. Sometimes there is no distinction. It simply rolls from one to the other in waves, again and again.
3-Hole Girl
And then, holding me down with one hand, he forced himself into my ass, ignoring my protests, ignoring my body's efforts to repel him, bent on taking every part of me, of making sure I would be thinking about him while he is gone.
A Girl and a Beating
My girl J came into town this weekend. Or I guess I should say “our girl.” Because now there is an established relationship between her and A, a relationship that is theirs, as well as the relationship that exists between her and I, and the budding relationship between the three…
Homecoming
I spent four days in sunny North Florida, and five days before that sick almost-to-death with strep throat. Not a lot of kink–or any sex–going on in my life the past week or so. Then I got home, visited W, and then got nicely fucked by the SO, and all…
HNT – Wood and Rope
The beginning of a very interesting scene. Are you Half-Nekkid yet??
Submission v Subjugation
Sometimes I fight just for the pleasure of resisting him, of making him take me, of feeling him force me, pin me, hold me.
Mush and Dirty Fantasies
He talks about so many things, I never know which he really wants to do and which are fantasies he is weaving, for himself, for me.