Kinkstuff, Loss and Grieving, Love & Relationships, Politics

The ol’ switcheroo

"Bear down on it," he ordered. I was naked and collared, on my hands and knees at the foot of the four-poster bed, around the leg of which he'd used a thigh harness to strap a large, purple phallus at the exact height required for my impalement. Just kidding. I'm not telling that story yet.… Continue reading The ol’ switcheroo

Kinkstuff, Politics

Tourists in Dropland

Those of us who've spent some time in the kink/BDSM world are eventually educated on the concept of "drop." Google "BDSM drop" and you'll get over 770,000 mostly relevant results. After an extreme experience, there's a period of time that last hours or days, or depending on the longevity or intensity of the experience -… Continue reading Tourists in Dropland

Kinkstuff, Love & Relationships, Self-Discovery

Tops and Strength and Vulnerability: a post-GRUE post-mortem post

Let's get organized.....Here's what I want to accomplish in this essay: 1) To share my thoughts on a recent discussion in which I both observed and later participated on the subject of Tops/Dominants and vulnerability 2) To explore my own thoughts on "strength" and "weakness" as it pertains to the concept of vulnerability and/or the… Continue reading Tops and Strength and Vulnerability: a post-GRUE post-mortem post

Kinkstuff, Love & Relationships

Trust and responsibility in BDSM

In one of my early posts on Fetlife long ago, I wrote "It's not that I'm lying when I tell you I'm okay; it's that it isn't until much later that I realize I was mistaken." This week, there have been a couple posts out and about that are debating the issue of ...I guess… Continue reading Trust and responsibility in BDSM

Kinkstuff, Love & Relationships, Memoirs

Bathtub Drabble

When a challenge is presented, one either elects to accept or reject it. Should one accept said challenge, one should fulfill said objective to the best of her ability. Which brings me to this point, crafting one hundred words via text while in a hot, bubble filled tub as suggested by he whose suggestions are… Continue reading Bathtub Drabble

Erotica, Kinkstuff, Love & Relationships, Memoirs

November Dribbles: Perfect Circle

Someone over on FetLife created a November Dribble/Drabble challenge.  A drabble is a story made up of exactly 100 words (title not included in this version of the challenge).  A dribble is exactly half that - a story set in 50 words. The challenge is to complete either one drabble a day or one dribble… Continue reading November Dribbles: Perfect Circle

Kinkstuff, Love & Relationships

Watching a “bad” Dom in action

Warning: This post is about Dancing With the Stars, and while it does not include spoilers on who was eliminated this week, it does describe the dynamics between two of the couples on the show through this week's performance. Derek was my favorite. I was glad when he was back because I love his choreography,… Continue reading Watching a “bad” Dom in action

Kinkstuff, Self-Discovery

Defining my kink, and not the other way around

Sometimes my inspiration is a pharmaceutical commercial at 5am. This one started with the statement "Your body was made for better things than rheumatoid arthritis." My kinky brain finished the rest of the thought before I flipped the window to see what the images were that went along with the thoughts. "Your body was made… Continue reading Defining my kink, and not the other way around

Erotica, Kinkstuff, Love & Relationships, Memoirs

Priorities

I'm falling. I was laying on my back on some sort of exercise bench that was rickety and only long enough to support me from ass to shoulders. My head was hanging backward off one end, and I was struggling to find a position or some leverage that would stabilize my legs without aggravating the… Continue reading Priorities

Erotica, Kinkstuff, Love & Relationships, Memoirs

One Lucky Whore

When I miss him, I ask if I can "see" him and he sends me a selfie. I was still three days away from seeing him again. He sent me a selfie. He was smiling in it. "is that smile for me?" I asked him. "The smile. The photo. The excitement." I grinned. "Oh, but… Continue reading One Lucky Whore