7th Jun, 2017

Centre of Attention #WickedWednesday

 

 

I hate being blindfolded. I hate it so good.  Deprived of any kind of control, I can’t even see what’s coming to anticipate it. I find it scarier than being bound. At least when I’m restrained I have an idea of what’s to come, there are limits.…

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2nd May, 2017

Arrested by His Gaze #WickedWednesday #Eroticpoetry

 

Arrested by His Gaze

Held still, not by his hands, not by restraints not even by words.

Just his look.

I am most definitely in trouble.

My mouth dries, I lick my lips nervously.

My stomach flips, twists, turns

Like an acrobat.

Images flick through my mind,

Clip show style,

His hand round my throat,

Back against the wall.…

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11th Apr, 2017

It was a Dark and Stormy Night #WickedWednesday

 

It was a dark and stormy night…

No really, it was blowing a gale outside the tent, the rain was slamming down like it had a grudge against the earth and as Mike pulled his head back in from braving the elements he told me he wouldn’t be surprised if we got a little thunder and lightning.…

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15th Mar, 2017

Pain Slut – Me? #wickedwednesday #BDSM #Whips

 

Warning: The following is a real life recollection of a BDSM experience so if you don’t want to know back away now. If you’re curious and kinky, read on friends, read on!

I was squeamish back then, worried and unsure. I wanted to try but I wasn’t sure how much I could take.…

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