Tag: BDSM
Wanton Wednesday – Grip
I have been working all week on a new post for W. This is a “command performance”: W assigned me the task of writing about an event that happened while we were in Chicago. He had invited an acquaintance of his to our hotel room and allowed him to use…
The "Rape" Post
I knew I’d have to write about it eventually. W and I often discuss the topic (sometimes heatedly) and it informs much of of our play, either directly (his forearm pressed against my throat, his hand pinning my arm or covering my mouth; holding my thighs open, holding me down…
Foreplay and Afterplay
Playing makes me horny. Getting tied up, getting beat, getting slapped and kicked and thrown around and hit with whips and called names and pissed on and humiliated and pinched and hurt–it all makes me want to get fucked. Preferably several times. Having sex makes me horny. The more sex…
Changing Dynamics
As any of you who follow me on Twitter, my poly blog (A Poly Life), or Fetlife know, W’s been out of town since the beginning of November, and won’t return until the beginning of December. As you may also know, I have a hard time with separation from either…
An Open Book
“What did you like best about Wednesday night?” the Top that W had allowed to play with me recently asked in an IM a couple of days later. I was confounded for a moment. Like best? I don’t even know if “like” is the correct term for what it is…
Tool
“Are you disappointed when your man doesn’t come?” was asked on Fetlife discussion recently (paraphrased by me.) This is a topic I have thought a lot about, and W and I have talked about. He has many tools, and his cock is one of them. He tells me he wants…
More Cage-Fuckery
So this was going to be one of those sweet, tender posts, where I tell all about the sweet side of my relationship with W, and how we had this loving moment before I drove him to the airport, and how much I adore him and already miss him and…
Date Night
Tomorrow evening I have one of my special “dates.” It makes me laugh that when I told W I was nervous about it, well, “freaked out” about the fact that for this particular date I will not see him before or after it, was what I actually said, he was…
Pretty Girl, Dirty Girl
Tonight I will go out to dinner with Ad. I will wear a white and black party dress with velvet cut-outs and a wide, black bow. It’s a sweet dress, not my usual vampy type of dress, a “pretty girl” dress. And I will be a pretty girl, out on…
Caged Fantasy
I was on the floor of his basement, my head in a cage (yeah, this one, from “Industrial Fuck”.) I was on my side, arms and legs bent behind me in a sort-of sideways hogtie, wrapped around a post. He was…doing things, actually one certain thing…and I was…laying there. On…
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