Category: Sex

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Memory Loss, Memory Found

It’s late afternoon and we are napping. Outside it’s about 10 degrees, in here it is warm and smells of cinnamon and the kind of odd electrical odor my heating blanket gives off.  I roll over and snuggle into Ad’s side, knowing it’s time to get up but not quite…
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I woke with him snuggled into my back, warm and secure. I had been dreaming…  “Let’s grow old together,” I said into the predawn dark. “Let’s do this forever.” He chuckled, his breath warm against my neck, and squeezed me tight. “What?” I said. “You wake up thinking about forever,…
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A Stretch: Do I Have to Choose Just ONE?

So most of you know that I write articles on poly relationships and kink here and there on Eden Cafe (if you’re not aware, you can check out a list of the stuff I’ve written here.) While it’s not a paying gig (at least in “real” dollars), I do get…
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Birthday Pretzel

New post over on APL: I love you. And you, and you, and you… I started that post over here originally, wanting to share the sexy fun I had Thursday as first W, then A, turned me into a pretzel.  But then I ended up thinking too much and it…
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Interconnections

I came down from W’s bedroom yesterday morning, yawning and sleepy after a restless, but satisfying, night in his bed shackled and, for most of the night, in four-and-a-half-inch heels. It was sexy, and in that odd way, comforting, to be in my shackles all night, to feel their weight…
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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…
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Late to Work

I was late to work this morning because I had to go reinsert the buttplug that Ad put in me this morning. After a rocking orgasm with it in and a trip up the stairs, it wasn’t seated quite so firmly in the place it was supposed to be. (“Seated”,…
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Sometimes, we almost have sex…

Ok, maybe I should clarify that.  We have lots of sex.  But sometimes, we almost have…regular sex. Almost. “Almost” meaning:  just a rope or two.  Or mini-breast presses and a rope. Over the end of his desk. With his hand holding my wrists tied behind my back and my tits…
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Cock Love

I love my SO’s cock. Long and thick, without being too much so, it fits so perfectly inside me and inside his hand. That’s right-his hand.  Because have I said this before? I love to watch him masturbate. Well, any man, really…and okay okay, women too. It is just so…
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Homecoming

W picks me up at the airport, just as we’d arranged. I always feel a little anxious after I am with another lover, especially a new one.  How backwards is this: I go off to meet some potentially fabulous lover, and I need my men to reassure me that they…
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