My Hand Adore you So much That sometimes my hesitant touch Is barely enough for you to register. As I hold my breath for the gorgeousness of you. Each moan, each returned caress grounds me, arouses me, empowers me to be more...
I just spent a few days in Barcelona visiting the Fetish.com crew, aren’t I the lucky one? It was an amazing few days. We had a lovely hotel room and from the moment I walked in I knew I wanted to do something with all the mirrors...
Thank yous for H. There was a moment that made me think about how thankful I am for quite bizarre things. It was morning, H and I were both lying naked in bed. Playing, fucking, snuggling and praying for the alarm not to go off...
Whenever I see H I feel vibrations of lust radiating throughout my body. I feel the vibrations in the air around us. A Tension. A need. A want. I was attempting to be on my best behaviour as H’s housemate was in (and answered the...
Photo by BooBear’s Photography You deserve love. Real love. Not love with exceptions, rejections, limitations. Not love that belittles and derides Not love that lets digs and insults slide Because society says it’s okay...
“H bit hard, deep, without mercy. In places that delighted me and places that I’d mentioned in my writings that I was self-conscious about. Did they bury their teeth into the flesh of my squishy chin by coincidence? Did they just...
The best kind of parties involve evil implements don’t they? And my friend used a favourite mean implement on my already bruised boobs. Very happy me!
Photo by BooBear’s Photography You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Knit together in the womb into a unique pattern of awesome. By the hand of God or by the happenings of science or a blend of both It...
When Kitty wakes we snuggle. I stroke, their back, their flank, the hair out of their cute face. Tickle behind Kitty’s ears and kiss kiss kiss the top of their head. We find peace. I shower them with love and affection. Thanking them...
Afterwards Reminders at the most mundane moments. The edge of a drinks bottle on kiss and bite plumped lips. Bag strap across breast bruises, bag banging on deeply sore butt. Sitting becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Public...
Sometimes the shadows brings out the true colours of your soul.
I love bites and bruises. H loves to give me both. What I especially love is the combination of old yellowing bruises and new red, purple and blue bruises that give me a rainbow of marks all over my boobs. Thanks, H, for my pretty...