Kinkstuff, Self-Discovery

My Exhibitionism

Every once in a while, the fact that I'm an exhibitionist becomes a bit of a problem for me. See, it used to be easier to scratch that itch. I wouldn't say it was any safer, but I guess I just felt safer for a while. Then I had my very unsavory experience with a stalker and now I… Continue reading My Exhibitionism

Kinkstuff, Love & Relationships, Memoirs

The Exhibit

Is there a better museum for rare and priceless experiences than words on a page? I could try to preserve all the details - how we began, how many strikes from which implements, how he moved me about the room, how taut the rope felt on my skin, and the way my thighs ached as… Continue reading The Exhibit

Erotica, Kinkstuff

The Surrogate

Her actions were methodical - almost robotic in nature. Closing the door behind her, she slid her arms from her raincoat, pulled the sweater over her head and unbuttoned her pants. Within minutes she was stripped down to her socks, panties, and a thin black tank top. It's too bright. She drew closed the heavy… Continue reading The Surrogate