Prior to my blog existing, I had 100% success rate with meeting submissive men and having the meeting lead to a relationship. Since having the blog, becoming single, and with the blog linked from my profiles everywhere, my success rate is down to zero (keep in mind that I meet *very* few men, I really only meet those who I believe have real potential). Essentially, since having the blog, my ‘foolproof’ method is no longer working.
I can’t remember the last time I went on a normal ‘date’.
You know what I mean: A ‘hey let’s go out and see if there’s anything here’ kind of date, all casual-like and low risk.
My last two dates have been ‘hey, let’s spend lots of money, organise some international flights, find some accommodation, travel for 20+ hours, spend several weeks together and see if there’s anything here’ kind of dates.
No pressure, right?
So I have a date of the first type this week (I know! Call the news channels!!).
Since I’ve gone from 100% success rate (and … Continue Reading
I wrote about how I am trying to figure out why it feels strange to write about bambi, but I still want to do it because those moments gave me something lovely, even if they were only fleeting.
So here they are: random snippets of heat and beauty…
He sweetly fell asleep early one evening, one wrist still cuffed to the bed. I was not tired yet, I watched him for a little while, then left him to sleep. I wandered in to pet him every now and then. He would snuffle softly when I touched him, dead … Continue Reading
I want to write more about bambi, snippets of hot sweetness, things that make me smile, but it feels weird. I can’t quite put my finger on why. I have never had trouble writing about boys and sweetness after the fact before.
Maybe because it’s done, it feels like I am romanticising something that didn’t work out, something that is best left in the ‘oh well’ box. It feels a little sad, and I don’t mean sad as in ‘it hurts my heart’, but sad as in ‘geez, move on already, that’s pathetic…’
But I have moved on, we both … Continue Reading
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again and again… submissive men are beautiful.
I think I probably leave readers with the impression that ‘beautiful’ to me means ‘perfect’. That I have some impossible standard.
It doesn’t and I don’t. Truly.
What I think is objectively beautiful is one thing. I DO have a body ‘type’ that appeals to me very much, and it is rather stereotypical – V-shaped, lean, sinewy muscle, not too big, adonis belt, six pack… oh my. I think of men’s bodies as pretty things to be admired, and when I see one that looks … Continue Reading
I was halfway through my workout when a guy started doing wide grip pull ups 1.
They are my absolute weakness when done slowly, with full control, to failure. Watching his muscles work, then watching him tire, and seeing him strain to get the last few in, the struggle, the determination, and the inevitable fail-point when he couldn’t lift himself again, but he would *still* try for that last one. So fucking beautiful. Guh!
I try not be be obvious about it, but sometimes when men are doing these extraordinary things with their bodies, I just stare, transfixed. I … Continue Reading
A feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else’s possessions, qualities, or luck.
Desire to have a quality, possession, or other attribute belonging to (someone else): “he envied tall people”; “I envy Jane her happiness”.
Envy whispers in my ear and tells me that I’m not happy, that I am missing something.
I don’t normally have envy. I try and tell it to fuck off, it doesn’t belong here.
I don’t usually look at other people’s loving relationships and wish I had that. Mostly other people’s happiness makes ME happy-bouncy-hopeful. I never look … Continue Reading