Once or twice a year I let my mind wander and imagine what it would be like to have another romantic relationship in addition to the amazing one I'm already in.
I want to do it again. I want to understand why last night my tolerance for pain was so high I couldn't feel any of it; where other nights the sting of a slap on the ass makes the walls turn white.
I think the community wants to change in the way that I want to lose weight. Like magic, and overnight, without actually having to sacrifice anything it enjoys or put in any long term effort into the hard work and sweat it's going to take to build a new set of habits.
...there were moments when my every move stopped being about what I thought would get him excited, and became purely about what was driving my own pleasure.
Whenever I see a photo or read a writing from another larger-bodied femme, it makes me feel so happy, and proud, and represented.
I'm craving the escalation of everything. I want kisses with teeth. I want hugs with claws and texture. I don't want to be led, I want to be thrown, forced, and taken.
Do you sacrifice the pleasure of your flesh for the frisson of your power?