In the midst of happy stories, I will sneak in the end of my last chapter, not a happy ending, I am sorry for that (not for you, dear readers, I am selfishly only sorry for me).
This story ended some time ago, really, but for this post to make sense, I have to explain a little further. The breakup with my boy was a combination of distance (and all the challenges that … Continue Reading
This wonderful story contributed by a reader who was looking forward to all of the happy shiny stories (me too, I am loving these!)… Thank you so much for it!
I never saw myself as person with a particular preference in relationships – I only knew that I at the age of 26 hadn’t met THE guy yet, the one who made me feel the right way about myself and … Continue Reading
I heard that you’re settled down.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things, I didn’t give to you.
Never mind, I’ll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don’t forget me, I beg…
Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead….
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Making me smile this morning:
See I notice nothing makes you shatter
You’re a lover of the wild and a joker of the heart
But are you mine?
I wanna make you happy
I wanna make you feel alive
If you have trouble with the link, it’s also here (thank you, puppy).
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The wonderful Stabbity doesn’t technically consider her relationship femdom, but since there is no one definition and her story is full of the kind of sweetness that I love, I’d say it fits perfectly. Stabbity has also kindly volunteered to answer any questions you might have (thank you!), so ask away in comments if you are curious!
I met my ridiculously adorable boyfriend close to a year ago through my best friend … Continue Reading
The toy is pretty, a deep dark pink, I’m not really one for toys for myself; my fingers are nimble and skilled and know my body well.
I stroke it, it is soft, like that impossibly smooth skin on the inside lips of my labia, the kind of smooth that is warm and inviting, that you can stroke and stroke just for the joy of having it against your fingertips. I bring it to my … Continue Reading