This post follows on from Torn to be made whole and Giving Pleasure through Pain but is works perfectly well as a stand alone too. I’ve just realised how lucky I am. I got 3 pieces of scorching hot writing out of one encounter...
Just got back from a few days with H and they decorated me so prettily with bruises. I just had to share. Look at my belly! Not something I usually say, but look at that amazing bruise right there on my cute belly. doesn’t it...
Today’s Wicked Wednesday offering is a continuation of the action that started in Torn to be made Whole but can be read as a stand alone if you want. We laid together, heads opposite ends of the sofa, H’s leg...
Anxiety had been constantly my companion all week. I’m an anxious bean to start with, but add in high dose steroid medication and things get…intense. And I’ve been on the high dose steroid medication since the New Year...
The title for today’s post could just as easily be ‘Yearning Blisse’. I am yearning, needing, wanting. Anticipation is a wonderful thing but God, I want all the kinky, filthy, sadistic things done to me and I want...
Transfiguration I come to you. Bowed under the burden of my anxieties from mundane to insane and back again. Zig-zagging through my mind a million times a minute. Telling myself there’s nothing in it and carrying on Under the weight...
I’ve said to several people that our three year kinkaversary simultaneously feels like it can’t possibly be that long and like we’ve been on the scene forever. But yes, 3 years ago on the First Friday of May Kev and I went to Miss...
Friday before last was mine and Kev’s 3rd year kinkaversary. So We headed to the Daytime Do at Miss T’s and had some fun with medical staples. We like to do something a little different each year to celebrate the first...
So, my partner H is also known as Kitty,well to me anyways. At Cocktails and Fuck Tales their housemate drew a kitty on my hand (to show I’d bought my ticket) and that made me smile. H, my Kitty, made my boobs into what I...
Want. I want you. I want to touch your body, I want to explore your soft and hard contrasts, To find all the secret spots that make you gasp and moan and writhe. Miss. I miss you. I miss all of you. I miss all of you on all of me...
I realise that my diary-like accounts of meetings with H run long. I’ve looked at this one and thought about splitting it up, but you know, I think it’s works best all together like this. So, fair warning, this is a long post...
So, last time I was at H’s, I ‘stole’ a scarf. They say stole, but I say borrowed. I gave the scarf back. Anyway, to compensate them for lack of scarf I took some photos wearing nothing but it. In the process I got...