Why sex blogging is bad for my love life

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 … Continue Reading

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Dating… ugh

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?… Continue Reading

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Snippets of bambi

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 … Continue Reading

Loves: 19
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Writing about moments

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 … Continue Reading

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You are beautiful

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 … Continue Reading

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Eye candy, yes please!

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!… Continue Reading

Loves: 13
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I’m envious

en·vy
/ˈenvē/
Noun
A feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else’s possessions, qualities, or luck.
Verb
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 … Continue Reading

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