Come to me. I know what you need from me. Come to me and lie next to me in the dark. Lay your head on my breast and let me soothe you. Speak to me all the things you need to speak while I caress you. My hands running across your shoulders and back. Fingertips… Continue reading Come to me
She wasn’t the first person to attach a pair of clamps to my sensitive nipples. But she was the first to attach one end to my nipple and the other end to hers. Linking us together with clamps and chains. Pulling away from me to tweak us both. She would link us together at the… Continue reading Nipple clamps for my girlfriend
Actually no. My self esteem comes from the fact that I’ve survived eating disorders and sexual assault. It comes from having the courage to walk away from an abusive marriage that lasted almost 11 years. It comes from packing everything I own into the back of my truck and driving clear across the country. By… Continue reading Where do strong women get their self esteem from?
I had a guest pop in unexpectedly last week. One of my favorite people. A former roommate in fact. When we both lived in upstate NY. He called on Monday afternoon and told me he was driving in. The next day. And wondered if he could crash at my place. My door is always open… Continue reading Unexpected visit and encounter
I stumbled across a great workout – have al look 🙂 And now, the cock to cunt ratio. “Your cock to cunt ratio is high right now.” A friend pointed this out to me. I’d been filling him in on all the goings on in my life of late. Work stuff. Stories about my… Continue reading S/M Workout and the cock to cunt ratio
I had a dream about Best Cum Ever a few nights ago. One that did not involve sex at all. We were in bed together. But just cuddling. He had his shirt off. My cheek was resting against his chest. I was idly stroking the soft fur that trails from his chest to his navel… Continue reading A normal sex fantasy
I had a dream a few nights ago. One of those dreams that seemed so real that it took a few moments to realize it was just a dream. That it wasn’t actually happening. I was aware of the sensation first. The sensation of being fucked. Furiously. I couldn’t figure out why I felt that… Continue reading Dreaming of a gangbang