I’m comfortable with who I am. I know that I am sexy. I know that it is my confidence that makes me sexy. What I also know is that I am not an ideal version of sexy. My body type is not one that will trip the triggers of the masses. No matter. I have… Continue reading The men who love me
I want you restrained. Strapped to a chair in the corner. Bound so that you have no choice but to watch me. I want you to watch me with another. See another’s hands on my breasts and thighs. I want you to watch strange tongue flicking my clit. My nails leaving deep imprints in a… Continue reading Denying
Morning always comes too soon for me. This morning was no exception. But this morning there was incentive to be awake at an early hour. I was still snuggled under a down comforter. Cocooned. I became aware of long fingernails tracing patterns on my skin. It took me a few moments to process the feeling.… Continue reading Sex with my girlfriend
Those are two words that will never be used to describe me. Cuddling sounds good in theory. Especially if it’s snowy or rainy outside and there’s a fire happening. Or those moments post orgasm before you fall asleep. An early morning snuggle when neither of you has to be anywhere early. But in reality, cuddling… Continue reading I don’t cuddle with men, I own them
I was feisty today. I’m not really sure why. I have my suspicions but they’re not worth discussing here. The thing I like about D/s play is that you don’t have to have all the trappings. You don’t need floggers and handcuffs and restraints. You don’t need to be called mistress or master. It’s a… Continue reading Do you deserve a feisty woman?
I’m feeling aggressive tonight. Like slipping in to my boots. Using my new flogger. I love the smell of clean sweat on leather. I was verbally sparring with someone earlier. A partner. All online so far. I was pushing his boundaries, seeing how far he would go. He said to me, “you actually think I… Continue reading Who needs a rope to play?
I was sitting at my desk, quietly working when a little chat window popped up. My favorite sub. He’d found a blog he wanted to tell me about. A bout a femme dom. Said she reminded him of me. He saw the new display pic I’ve started using and was practically drooling. It’s a closeup… Continue reading A domme and her sub
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