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
I made it to the top third! There's me, right there, at number 27 of 2016's Top 100 Sex Bloggers! Clicky that little badge there and it takes you to the list. And that's with the majority of the posts during the nomination and reviewing period being tainted by the election. I'm so pleased, and… Continue reading I’m in the top third!
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
I was in a love-full and sex-less marriage. I don't remember the last time I had sex with my husband before he died, but I'd estimated it'd been at least three years, if not longer. When I started dating again...well, the first guy was poly and his partner wasn't comfortable with him having sex… Continue reading Sex-Specters, Orgasm Demons, and Jizz Sheets: An Evolution of my perceptions of other people’s sex lives and *my* space
She wasn't prone to blushing; hardly anything really embarrassed her. But this. "So, is that a yes?" he asked without a trace of bias one way or another. It was all up to her. "I think so,..." she said. "Think so? I think it's better if you know so." She looked over at the other… Continue reading And *scene*.
Originally posted for my Fetlife audience; but lightly modified for a broader audience. The cycle of writing topics on FetLife generally works as such: a thing happens. There is a divisiveness in opinion on said thing. Lots of posts start flying back and forth with heavy, anger-laden commentary within them, and inevitably, some people who… Continue reading Emergency kittens, orgasms, and Firefly in the wake of an unsettling election
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
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
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
Once upon a time I thought I was telepathic. No, not really, but once upon a time, I behaved as though the men I was interested in could read my mind. With a look or a series of hints, I could convey my desires and they'd have the option to either make them happen or… Continue reading Using my words
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