Tag: About Me
So…sex.
Or, “How W Stopped My Head from Imploding.” Or maybe I should make that, in honor of this morning, “Exploding.” Though of course this ain’t just about this morning’s sex. And, in a way, it’s almost not about sex at all (even though, yeah, it is.) Confused yet? Yeah, it’s…
A caned butt is a happy butt
I left W’s this morning after about five hours sleep last night. We can’t seem to go to bed early to save our lives, even when I have to work in the morning. Or even if we do, we end up fooling around in that special way W has of…
New Posts on APL
I’ve had a couple of new posts over on APL, if you haven’t had a chance to see them: Don’t Postpone Joy in which I talk about the transience of life, and Days Go By, which touches on the same topic but also has a panty picture. (grin) Go on…
Sex with Strangers
Craig’s List, fuck buddies, the hook-up. They all boil down to the same thing: sex for the sake of sex, uncomplicated, detached, remote. The act of sex removed from any connection other than two bodies fulfilling that most basic and primal of needs: sexual gratification. A while ago I read…
Emotional Masochism
(Used in conjunction with a Creative Commons License) Me: I do know that, for me, after we scene and in the days following…I feel very submissive and subjugated…(and) the misery afterward enhances that feeling, keeps me in that headspace, and I like that. I don’t want to let go of it…
Exposure
2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me, Threatening the life it belongs to And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud And…
On Love, Loss and Taking Risks
Nothing is permanent, nothing is forever. I don’t think I have ever believed that it was, from my earliest, first musings on the nature of love and relationships. Was that imbued in me because my own mother was divorced three times, even if the last one has lasted over thirty…
Bits and Pieces
Thought maybe I’d share some “real world” stuff, cuz you know, I’m not all sex and kink. Like, I have a dog. No, really. And no, I don’t have sex with him. Though I do have a saved post on Taboo Fantasies, none of them involve THIS particular dog. (~ppfftt)…
Right thinking
I can’t stop thinking about my pussy today. Can’t stop thinking with my pussy. Even that word–and others, “cunt” in particular–seem to be in my head a lot more often than they should be today. I am afraid someone is going to ask me a question and I am going…
Capital Letter TLC
There's a price to pay for the things we do.