I was a huge huge fan of Bitchy Jones’s Diary. Her blog is still on my blog roll even though she stopped writing there (and removed a lot of her content) in February 2010 *sad face*. But I just discovered that I saved a couple of my favourite posts… wheeee!!!
I am really not so big on begging because it has to be sincere and believable to work for me, and most men can’t pull it off. But Oh. My. Fucking God. When it’s done right… Guh.
Now, the 50k words are, sadly, mostly drivel. My last post was one of the better snippets (and I still had to work on it for quite a while to make it readable). That’s okay, that’s the *point* of NaNo, to get volume sans editing and overthinking.
So… what now?
I am having a book cover done by a graphic designer (just for fun!), so when she gives me some options I might post them to get you to vote on what you like (more fun!). But what I have written is in no … Continue Reading
You in a darkened room, alone, tied up. Hands together, ankles together. You are kneeling. You are waiting. And waiting.
The door opens.
Light from the room beyond blinds you; seems you have been there quite a while. You squint, shield your eyes, see a silhouette, that’s all.
The door closes, dark again.
Three long strides and you are shoved backwards from your kneel. Your tied hands are pulled up over your head, you shuffle as you are dragged backwards. You try to follow the tugging at your arms, unsure what you are supposed to do. The hands pull you … Continue Reading
If there were female dominants in these photos, in these poses, with this intense interplay, I would like them even more because, fuck… look at the submissives in these pictures, look at the interaction, look at their faces, the passion fairly screams out of these photos. I imagine the moments before and after these captured frames and it hits me just right.
I was delighted when hmp submitted this wonderfully sweet story of the kind of successful relationship that is so rare that they give out silver bullion for it. Enjoy!
Author:Her Majesty’s plaything
I first laid eyes on Her Majesty when my band played a function at her college. She was dressed in a black Indian sari and high heels; her long black hair flowing down to the middle of her back. My first glimpse of her felt like a lightning strike and my immediate reaction was “who is that???” I invited her to smoke a joint with me between … Continue Reading