Category: BDSM
A Date with W
We are in the theater. It is dark, but we are up front and the others watching the movie are there, in the dark, behind us. The can see me squirm, they can see his arm crossed in front of me, I imagine they know that his hand is in…
Half-Nekkid Thursday – Chains Again
It appears I have a theme going. This is from before the lovely slash marks from the pics yesterday. …a clean white canvas, waiting to be painted… Are you Half-Nekkid yet??
Industrial Fuck
Unresisting...there was no resistance left in me. I simply opened my mouth and took him in as he fucked my throat: a head in a cage. An open mouth. An industrial fuck.
When things got “worse”…
So then there was the second half of the night. I didn’t expect there to be a second half, to be honest. I went over to W’s after being at the Other Guy’s, after having gotten my butt spanked pretty well, feeling a little buzzy, a little self-satisfied, maybe even…
When things got "worse"…
So then there was the second half of the night. I didn’t expect there to be a second half, to be honest. I went over to W’s after being at the Other Guy’s, after having gotten my butt spanked pretty well, feeling a little buzzy, a little self-satisfied, maybe even…
Things can always get worse…
There is a part of me that likes to go into a scene knowing I can get what I want out of it, very specifically, and then walk away.
Asking for It
I have a play date Monday...I just have to find a way/place to change from work clothes to my schoolgirl garb before I go over.
Firsts, part 2
And it was like that, like my entire self was being peeled open to reveal the deepest part of me, and I had brought him there, invited him there, sucked him inside of me there.
Sometimes, it IS all about me
I love it when I wake up to one or the other’s hands on me, pressing, mauling, pulling, squeezing; fingers or a cock slipping inside before I’ve fully had a chance to wake; a mouth on my neck, a hand on my throat; a whispered “cunt” in my ear. Even…
Scattered Remembrance
It’s funny how the mind works. W tells me, “If there aren’t any pictures, it didn’t happen.” Maybe that’s true. Or maybe not. I have my word pictures, and sometimes they serve me just fine. Tonight I am sitting in my front room, watching the snow out my window and…