Note: This is a rant about something I experienced today. I do not think ALL poly people are this way. Not even ALL the poly people in the chatroom where this happened felt this way. Just the very vocal ones. But I'm upset by it and I need to vent, so...boom: blog post. I asked… Continue reading Open Relationships; Closed Minds (a rant)
"No, No, No..." The words came out and I knew I didn't mean them. Still riding the wave of that orgasm, I wanted the pain. I craved it.
I have a hard time with the term "brat." I also have a hard time observing "brats." I've written about this issue before (on fetlife), but suffice it to say - "Brat" is a trigger for me. But I'm not a pushover. I'm not a door mat. And partners in the past have made the… Continue reading A lesser man would have used the word “brat”
When I use the handle to wash out my cunt, I know how much of what I'm rinsing out is the slick wet remainder of every thought of you that crosses my mind.
And so began the little game where he's Peter Parker to the clown's Spiderman. He knows how to summon him. But he's totally not him.
I wanted to fuck him, but I swear it was like his skull kept calling out to me. "Smash me! Smash me!"
When I look back on my life, I can think of a few moments when I was "there" and managed to appreciate it.
I was horrified that I'd been using what amounted to a racial or cultural slur since I was a kid without knowledge.
She lingered her fingers over his nipples, down his side, over his hips, and and around his ass as she came back to the front and, with a light touch, ran them down his torso until they were encircling his cock, which was already showing signs of intrigue.
"How are people supposed to know you are a sub if you don't wear a collar?"
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