Joyful Explosions

  It was a hands on kind of night. Every opportunity, we touched. He grabbed my hand because his were cold, I grabbed his thigh because, well, it was there and I wanted to. We pressed against each other, he especially enjoyed that when I was stood up and his face was at boob height. And I...

Confusing my Butt

I am usually pretty articulate, also I usually think things through thoroughly before I speak. But at Kage I had a slip in both of these things. I said something very stupid to Cute as Sin just before they were going to beat me. “Unwise people are attracted to you.” Were the words I...

Sex

Sex… Base, dirty, thoughtless. Wrong. It’s what we’re told. What we’re sold is a sanitised sexy. Gets you admiring looks Then marriage and kids. A means to an ends. An act to endure not embrace. Sex Base, dirty, thoughtless Right? Wrong. Listen to your body Accept your...

Feels Like Home

It probably says an awful lot about our relationship that several of the songs I associate with my husband come from the film American Pie. I’m glad to say no socks or apple pies were damaged in the forming of our relationship, it is just the songs that make me think of Kev.    There is one in...

My Iago Lies

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. Filling in what I don’t know With half truths based on...

41 Birthday Beats

  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 love gathering together people who mean a lot to me. I enjoy...

Life and Death

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 that. The 10th October is my birthday. In 2017, a day and a...

Singing to the Beat

  I am a massive child at heart. I love kids books, kids films, kids toys, honestly there’s a bit of me that never really grew up and I will preserve that for the rest of my life. So when H asked me what my favourite Disney songs were I held out for quite a while before giving in and revealing...

Broken Body

I love being beaten. I love feeling broken afterwards, feeling every ache and twinge after makes me smile. Masochist me loves the pain. My body revels in it. I’ve been pretty lucky with my body, generally.  Sure, it’s had its trials. I’ve been asthmatic since I was a teen, I’ve had a few broken...