Tag: BDSM
Fucking with Rings
The guys talk about them needing to have willpower, but it’s really not them. It’s me. With both piercings, the two and the four, from the moment I felt that first pinch and then, the amazing slide of that long needle piercing my flesh, I was hot and wet and…
Shave Me
One of the first kinky things my The Ex ever did to me was to shave me. I didn’t think of it as “kinky” then, I just thought he was kind of weird to want to do it, and only let him do it every once in awhile. I know,…
Chained
We had just spent the evening with a new couple: dinner, drinks and talk; later, play. He hadn’t hurt me, maybe because I was planning to get the new piercings, maybe because he didn’t want to scare or shock them; I don’t know which. But I went to bed unmolested…
On Piercings and Power Dynamics
Last night I had a funny moment with Ad. Laying in bed, snuggling up, we finally had a kid-and-distraction-free moment to chat about Saturday night. He was stroking my back–and poking at the sore spots playfully. We both noticed a bruise on one shoulder. “Flogger, maybe?” he said, chuckling. I…
Need
I am feeling dissatisfied. Edgy, moody, in need. Wanting to feel the bite…the edges. I need to run, I think. Find that feeling by pushing myself through to the point of exhaustion, beyond myself, beyond the pain, beyond the “here”-ness of my SELF, through to the point of empty-ness, to…
The Pleasure/Pain Intersection
I’m not a pain slut. Regardless of what you may see and read here about the things I do, the things I enjoy, the things I allow myself to be put through–I’m not a pain slut. I don’t enjoy pain simply for the sake of pain. I enjoy it as…
Endurance
Edit: I started this post before the events of yesterday, which, while they do not change the essence of my post and thoughts and feelings, have caused me to think about the nature of what it is that W and I do, compared to how others do this, and what…
Maybe
After I saw W last night I came home and crawled into bed with Ad, and we talked and snuggled, and fell asleep wrapped around each other. But I woke back up at 4am and couldn’t sleep, so I went into the front room and putzed around on the computer…
Mouth
There is something so incredibly intimate about a mouth. Kissing, sucking, licking, tasting, swallowing…tongues and teeth and spit and words–words maybe most of all. Time was, when sucking cock felt more intimate than sexual intercourse to me, when I would rather have had a man’s cock inside my cunt than…
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