Prompt image by the fab Barefoot Sub I have to say,most time I join in with Masturbation Monday I tend to have my piece written then I go look at what the photo is. This time though, I saw this photo on Twitter and my cogs started...
On Sunday. I mean, she’s always in me, happily waiting for a bit of fun time pain to come her way. But for a while she’s been relatively easily pleased. My last play session involved some fantastically evil implements, but...
Now, a little while ago I wrote How to Woo a V, the essential guide on how to handle me and get the play you want. In it I mentioned how I wanted to be wooed, essentially to take away any doubts I’d have a cut down on my worrying...
Sometimes me and Mr Blisse get in after an event and just collapse into bed. This was not one of those times. We were both revved up and kisses moved on to caresses and caresses moved to his fingers inside me and on my clit. I came quickly...
I met The Blonde One (Blonde) a few months ago at pizza munch. We hit it off there and got to chatting via messages later. We’ve seen each other a few times at events, even casually played a little bit. I mean, how can I resist a...
I’ve not been well for a little while, my asthma is kicking my arse but I found this poem I wrote a couple of years ago and decided to share today! All That Matters It’s this that keeps us sane, after death...
Birthday Doxy inspired fiction written to explore a fantasy that could become reality… I can’t see a thing, my wrists are secured above my head and it’s really very quiet. Well, apart from the sound of my heart beating...
40 spanks for my birthday doesn’t sound a lot. On its own, I guess it’s not. But when you throw open the invite to all the meanies at the party, that number increases tenfold. And Suddenly, it’s a bit more daunting. I felt nervous, that...
Do you know how in 80’s movies if anyone called the male lead a ‘chicken’ they’d then go ahead and do whatever stupid thing they’d been dared to do? Well, for me whenever meanies say ‘Who’s next?’ Both my hands fly up in the air, my feet...
My poetic inspiration today has come from a week of twisting myself into weird positions to view and photograph the lovely marks left on my thighs. AI is mean in so many ways ;) I spy Bruise on thigh. In the mirror, Or on a...
Excuse the cringey title. I can’t resist a bit of play on words. It’d been a while since AI and I last played but I very smoothly asked him if he wanted to top up my bruises at Kage during a text based conversation and I was rewarded with...
My butt asks many questions. Questions like: Can I take another hit like that? Oh, what is that, I don’t recognise the impact? Can he do that again but harder? Can she hit a different bit of me for a bit? Because OW! Constant...