… 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
*thump*
That’s me falling to the floor.
That line… that line… is the awesome brilliance…
*reads it again…*
I quietly said, “Bring it, woman.”
*thump*
Sometimes, there is a line, a look, a phrase that hits me just right, … 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 … 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.
Punish
–verb (used with object)
Ok… not death, obviously (did that need saying? Of course … 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, … 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!)…
Her legs are freshly waxed, smooth and soft. Her skin, though, is too dry, she thinks, and looks over at the moisturiser, allowing a momentary digression of wistful thinking at the fact that she has to do it herself. She sighs inwardly and reaches for it.
She paints her nails avoiding the thought that this, too, she must do herself. She chooses a rich dark red, carefully applying colour, concentrating, avoiding the edges, the sharp … Continue Reading
