I am my own Iago Planting lies and part truths where there are gaps In what I know. I sow the seeds of jealousy and despair In my own mind I know how to manipulate myself to hysteria. To get my own twisted way. Plunging me into suffering...
Last time I visited H they rolled over as we were in bed together and said “This relationship isn’t working for me.” And my heart broke. At the same time I felt relief as for weeks I’d known something was wrong and finally I knew what. H...
CW: extreme bruising Today’s image is a memory from my birthday beatings that I recently wrote all about. I’m remembering the pain, the laughter and the love. and wishing I was back there.
So, it’s become a tradition. Well, this is the third year I’ve held a kinky birthday party and been given birthday spankings. Well, birthday beatings to be more precise. It’s something I really enjoy. And not just the beating. I...
CW: Blood It was the birthday after the special birthday. Victoria had gathered together all her favourite people for a party. The birthday girl was excited. She laughed and giggled and squealed. Sometimes from love and amusement...
CW: punching, kicking,ultraviolence “So, you have a choice,” H said with a smile. “41 with a whip or 41 with my body.” I looked up at them. I was about two thirds through my birthday beating so processing...
My kinky birthday party reminded me of something wonderful – how much I am loved. The marks on my flesh, that still linger a fortnight later, keep reminding me of that every time I look at them.
Image drawn by my Son for my birthday. A representation of some of the best relationships in my life <3 CW: toxic relationships, family breakdown Relationships are hard. I know, it’s not the most upbeat beginning to a writing...
I was waiting for my coach home with H. They were holding me, kissing me, telling me how much they love the scent of my cunt, you know, the usual things. We’d taken a selfie to show they were in poking distance and they had indeed...
Last Saturday I had a kinky birthday party at Miss T’s. It was the first time I’d taken H to the dungeon I count as home from home. Within 5 minutes of getting there, H had found (okay, I led them to) Miss T’s wall of...
CW: Death &Grief My Dad died on this day 2 years ago. Awkward huh? Well, you might feel a bit awkward, coming here for fun sexy, kinky writings and you’re confronted with death and grief instead. Soz. But yeah, the awkward is more than...
CW: Knife Play (though not quite what you might expect) I’ve shared my spooky forest image a few times of late for Sinful Sunday and The Call of the Beast , now it’s time to share how I got the original bruise that the...