22 year old male submissive in San Francisco:
it may be an unconventional request but, how much for a kick in the balls?
Me:
Let’s see now… airfare, accommodation, time lost at work, inconvenience, cost of vacation time taken, compensation for the insult of being treated like a sex worker and finally the kick itself…
I’d say *puts pinky finger to bottom lip* A MILLION DOLLARS!!
Money first thanks, I mean that’s just good business.… Continue Reading
You keep checking to see if I am awake, quietly sneaking a look, and when I open my eyes sleepily, you are allowed to kiss me on skin that is exposed, bare above the sheet.
The kissing is both greeting and a gentle feeling out of my mood. Sometimes I barely acknowledge you, sometimes I purr and arch into your kisses exposing maybe my neck, my ear to you, sometimes I pull the sheet down … Continue Reading
But you but you
You write such pretty words
But life’s no story book
Love’s an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
“Do you like to hurt?”
“I do! I do!”
“Then hurt me.”
This arrived and made me happy the other morning. I was smiling even before I had had any coffee (no small feat). N said she had found the happy stories “lovely, inspiring, positive”, but was a little hesitant to send in her own story (I can completely understand that!). I am so glad and grateful that she did: it’s joyful and spirited and makes me think of the best of young love.
Author: N
My … Continue Reading
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 … Continue Reading
Look look!!!
50,144 words!!
Yay me!!!
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 … 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 … Continue Reading