CW:Knife play, Watersports If you wanna know what happened before this scene check out Crying Out Loud, this can be read on it’s own though you’ll get more of an insight into my frame of mind if you’ve read what...
I’ve had some rough days lately, but one constant joy are the bruises that Kitty gave me when I last saw them, so that’s the focus of this photo. They remind me of the fun time we had together and how fucking much we love each...
I think it’s quite apt that my post is about pain,humiliation and crying when the prompt is ‘Pleasure.’ This is all pleasure to me. Even though it seems like quite the opposite. It is my greatest pleasure. And...
Getting on my Nerves H gets on my nerves a lot. No, it’s not the constant punning (I really do enjoy that) or how I repeatedly hear the material for their stand up (again, I like it. They’re funny and I’m being useful.) and it’s not even...
Today’s offering is by far the bravest photo I’ve shared. I’ve ummed and ahhhed, looked to crop it and decided against posting it a million times. I love it because it captures a moment that represents something...
You might have noticed a lot of writings about H lately. I am like a kid in a candy shop skipping around, trying a bit if this, a little of that. Reveling in something new, something amazing. H has woken up my muses. I’m writing more...
The ways you smile, from contented to evil. Spanning joyful and sadistic But always loving. I love your face. The gleam in your eyes, lusting, widened pupils. Darkened blues with stormy promises of your rain soaking me through. Visual vows...
I got what I asked for and a whole world more. You’ll be hearing lots about it soon but for now, I’m showing off how they claimed me theirs. They took the first photo and I took the second. I know it’s terrible but...
As soon as I saw the prompt for today, I knew exactly what I was going to write. This was written in a matter of minutes because the idea has been percolating in my head for quite some time. My Betrayer I can play the role...
We were lying in bed, H and I, I can’t remember when precisely but I remember the conversation well. They were talking about orgasm denial and orgasm torture and the image they conjured has been at the centre of my fantasies for...
There are moments of contentment, there are times when I am sated but they never last. I want, I crave, I hunger for more.
It’s weird how the mind works, isn’t it? I was stood in a queue at the chemist. I was right at the head of it, I knew I’d be called up next but the person before me was taking their time so my mind was wandering. Honestly, I don’t...