Sore and Truth

“It left me sore with my legs feeling shaky.” Part of the comment I left in the Facebook exercise group yesterday. A comment that has so much behind it that the women in the group would blush if they even have any idea. Or if I had typed the truth: “I went into yesterday’s workout…

Being Seen

“God you are such a nasty girl,” he growled in my ear, “thank the gods!” Each time he makes this statement, I silently thank the gods myself that I have a Daddy who nurtures that – takes advantage of that – enjoys that part of me.  I’m not some chaste girl from Iowa. I’m not…

Absence

I feel this. Truly. I was away from SB for almost two weeks. And while that time apart could have extinguished what we have – I only felt the opposite. The weekend was great together – a time when we reconnected – talked, laughed, kissed, and just enjoyed each others energy. It is never easy…

The Charm of the Forbidden

When I read this quote, my thoughts moved straight to some things SB and I have discussed in the dark – curled up together as we touch and stroke each other. The forbidden is what makes kink, well, kink.  Walking that line – going into the dark places – exploring the things most would find…

Absence

There are no pretty words. No poetic verse that can say what I am purely feeling. I miss him. When I hit this space, I feel myself frantically trying to fill the void.  Trying to fill the space he occupies with whatever I can.  Whatever will make it not the forefront of my mind –…

T-6 Days

This time next week, I’ll be in Vegas with SB. I cannot wait. When our local kink event was flailing to find a new space after losing the one they had in the past, we started looking around for other options.  Kink event in Vegas? Why yes, that sounds good.  We signed up – got…

Gift

He had commented soon after we got up that play was in our future.  Would I be interested?  I think so, I said – feeling a big hung over, a bit dehydrated, and a bit hormonal.  Truth be told, I was fucking craving a beating.  But moods and lack of sleep simply meant that other…

A Scarf

As his teeth sunk into the soft part of my neck, I melted into him – a moan escaping from my lips. That moan just fed him – the way my body reacts, fed him.  And his teeth sunk further into my neck, biting me hard – over and over again. He paused and whispered…

“That’s My Good Girl”

“That’s a good girl,” he told me, “I know you can take a little more for Daddy.” And with those words, he pushes my boundaries further – further than I thought I could take. And I moan, and I groan, and I take it. “Now that’s my good girl – that’s my baby, taking it…

McNificent

When I was young, Sundays were the day where my dad would watch old movies playing on TV.  We would watch old westerns or old black and white war movies. It never mattered – he would flip it over and that was what TV on Sunday was playing. I remember the first time I saw…