Kind-of shoes, kind-of almost boots, kind-of kinky heels… with toe peepage and cleavage (why is toe cleavage so dirty-hot? Discuss), plus zippers, rivets and ankle straps!! I am a sucker for ankle straps…
… I spread my arms with my palms to the sky. I lifted my chin to expose my throat to her. I grinned. I closed my eyes.
I quietly said, “Bring it, woman.”— Yardbird
That’s me falling to the floor.
That line… that line… is the awesome brilliance…
*reads it again…*
I quietly said, “Bring it, woman.”
Sometimes, there is a line, a look, a phrase that hits me just right, that swims around in my head for days, that I revisit and turn over and handle with glee until it is filthy dirty and used … Continue Reading
More from the survey results…… Really… I’m not close to done yet!
Why do you read my blog?
Straight female dominant, 36-45
much in common. And – you write beautifully.
Oh, you are me!!! And thank you for the compliment.
Queer Genderqueer. I present, and live, as female, though I also identify as a butch gay man. dominant, 18-35
I like reading the stories and experiences of other dominant women.
I’m glad you can relate. I don’t identify as a gay man, but I have often thought that I would love to play as a gay male dominant. Me, … Continue Reading
My D/s relationships include punishment. Not ‘funishment’ which is playing at punishment for fun (“Naughty boy!” *giggle* Thwak! etc), but punishment… a penalty for getting something wrong.
–verb (used with object)
- to subject to pain, loss, confinement, death, etc., as a penalty for some offense, transgression, or fault: to punish a criminal.
- to inflict a penalty for (an offense, fault, etc.): to punish theft.
Ok… not death, obviously (did that need saying? Of course it did!), and I don’t use corporal punishment because that’s too close to play for me. I mostly make him do boring, tedious tasks that … Continue Reading
I saw a boy today that I wanted to kiss.
On my way to work on the train, he was maybe 40, fit, a little rough, with a strong imperfect face, unconventionally beautiful and serious, wide jaw, furrowed brow, a shock of thick dark messy hair. I stared at him, sunglasses on, I watched him. His face came alive as he talked to a little girl, became sweet, gentle, soft smiles. He had much-regretted tattoos, mostly hidden under his sweatshirt, occasionally he looked my way, once locking on, not really with interest, mild curiosity. I didn’t look away, staring rudely, … Continue Reading
Remember now the words she said
It doesn’t seem to put anything in its right place…
She’s got a very twisted mind
And she’s gonna need more time…
As mentioned in my previous post… (if I can’t write shiny happy posts, I can at least share shiny happy shoes!)…