Tag: Scenes
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…
HNT – Precision
It’s true, I am apparently a needle slut. I’m still cogitating on this past weekend’s events, but I wanted to share one special (and wonderfully pleasurable) part of it. And for an HNT with a little more “substance,” wander over to A Poly Life to learn about my lizard (tattoo!)…
The Whipping Girl
I have a confession: I don’t love the singletail, at least in W’s hand. There are implements I do love, even ones that hurt, that even as I am hurting I am getting something from them, something that when he stops using them makes me disappointed for that half-second: “No…
Anxiety
I’ll be honest. I’m sick with anxiety. Literally, physically, ill. My stomach hurts and rumbles with it. My heart flutters when I think about it, when I think about my upcoming trip. I alternate between wanting to see W with an intensity that borders on obsessive to not wanting to…
Blindfold
(image used under a Creative Commons license) I love blindfolds. In a seeming dichotomy, they let me slip into a place removed from the scene that’s going on, and yet be engaged in it on an even more intimate level by touch, scent & sound. Usually, I have no fear…
Mission: Accomplished
"Don't stop," the ex snarled. "Keep sucking his cock, you little whore. Keep sucking it till he comes!"
NOT the Weekend
I have this wonderful yummy sexy stuff to talk about from my weekend, but no energy to do so. I guess the “talk talk” has gone quiet, at least for the time being. The flu will do that, though. Instead I am going to post a couple of pics from…
Talk Talk
Talk talk. That’s what I call what goes on in my head all the time. That swirl of overlapping, continual chatter in the back of my mind as I go through my day. In a conversation with my boss I discovered that she is also someone that always has some…
Half-Nekkid Thursday
Which is better? The feel of rope, coarse and abrasive against soft skin; or a hand, warm and firm, stroking that same soft skin? I’m glad I don’t have to choose. Are you “Half-Nekkid” yet?