I apologise for the terrible pun in the title. I blame it all on my Kitty, who can’t let a good pun pass them by. Bad ones either for that matter. But when you get whipped by a cute Kitty, what else could you call it? Photo...
I rather like a little alliteration but I may have gotten a little carried away with this title. I love this photo. It brings back amazing memories of pegging H after they’d tortured me with rope, a knife and orgasms. This is...
I took this prompt as a bit of a challenge. To take a photo from below and display myself in a way I wouldn’t usually. I took soooooo many photos but I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked this one. It shows off my...
Today’s photo was taken impulsively as I basked in post beating Bliss. H noticed I was taking a selfie and lifted up a hand to stroke my cheek. Hence the look and the angle of my head. I have another photo, more centralised...
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...
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...
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...
There are moments of contentment, there are times when I am sated but they never last. I want, I crave, I hunger for more.
I’m a masochist, yes, but that doesn’t mean I need to be covered in marks to be happy. I can find delight in the tiniest of nibbles, the smallest pinches the most faded bruises because I remember how I got them and that memory...
H is a big ol, romantic. Look what they left for me to remember them by, a love heart bruise on my belly.
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...
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...