Unexpected Surprises

Friday night, something popped into my head that made me think of my friend TL. Ah, TL. TL and I go way back.  WAAAY back.  He came into the picture when G and I were doing the swinger thing.  He was playing with a unicorn friend of ours, and she introduced me to him –…

Say It

“Have you notice that I don’t say his name,” I commented to G. He nodded.  “I know you don’t – I know why you don’t – but say his name.” At this point, we were talking about DJ.  G had said something, and the only thing that crossed my mind, is what he has said…

Finding calm

  “I don’t know why I’m nervous,” I thought as I was driving to the club for the kink party. I tried to remind myself that it was nervousness like when I was playing softball – not scared but anxious to just get things started because I knew once there, all would be fine. But…

Opposite of PTSD?

Erika Moen posted the other day a comic about the Liberator Chaise Lounger. And I had a flashback – a sexual war story or sorts.  The opposite of PTSD.  Post-sex-syndrome maybe? The sex party we got invited to, I had my own experience with a chaise lounger. I started the night finding the second kinky guy…

I miss….

I miss…. I miss being beaten -a hard impact scene. I miss being forced to my knees, told to take his cock into my mouth and suck. Making it wet. Taking it deep. I miss looking up at the face of him to see his reaction. I miss bending over the bed – the arm…

Gifts

“I urge you to look at the people in your lives, even those who caused you pain and suffering, and see what gifts they’ve given you.  Those times when the world was crashing in on you and you survived; what gifts did you get from those experiences?  By examining these gifts it may give you…

Flashbacks

I cannot recall what it was exactly. All I know is that what I saw a flashback. Him and me and a particular time together. My breathe caught in my throat. It caught me by surprise. My eyes started tearing up. And I felt like I was hit by a truck in how quickly the…

Lessons From the Past in Kink

Depending on who you listen to, there is either a witch-hunt going on with a particular member of our kink community or a quest to save future women from consent violations that have lead to sexual assault and rape.  I am really really struggling with staying out of this on-line debate, but with each post,…

The Importance of Standards

I remember the first time I had a cock in my ass was in college – I was maybe 19 years old, and G suggested it in the middle of some hot sex.  I had always loved anal stimulation. I discovered that at like 14 when I was masturbating like a stereotypical teenage boy.  I…

Reading Before Bed

When I’m reading at night, I rarely read anything new because I’m a horrible reader who will for-go sleep in order to read the entire book.  As a result, I learned long ago that if I need to wind down my brain that I need to read something I’ve read before.  Reading something new is…