I don’t know anything about rigid cock rings except that they look sexy and they scare me silly.
I somehow can’t get past this horrible visual of someone being unable to get it off an engorged cock and having a terrible paniced trip to the emergency room (DON’T SEARCH FOR THAT, I WARNED YOU!).
I know it’s silly really, and someone tweeted a most excellent article which linked to a useful little video that made me feel a lot less scared of them.
So for other scaredy cats, here you go:
Quick Reference Guide to Rigid Cockrings by the fabulous … Continue Reading
The other day, I wrote about you, quiet words just for me. My journal is heavy with the weight of thousands upon thousands of quiet words. And loud words. And sweet ones. Angry ones. Violent ones. Broken ones.
I couldn’t remember your name.
It was a shock. A physical shock. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. A kind of panic.
I was still for a few moments, probing around the inside of my head. Trying to find it.
I realised that I had gone past the sweet gentle memory I had aimed to keep of you, and … Continue Reading
I think sometimes that I am not built for emotions.
I either feel nothing, or I feel too much.
Mostly it’s nothing. That’s the truth.
I have joked before that I’m ‘dead inside’. I don’t know why I would make that joke. It’s not even remotely funny.
But then I can also be overwhelmed by emotional input. And honestly, it’s mostly people throwing their emotions at me: Fear, desire, heartache, insecurity, loathing, lust, anger, hurt, confusion… and usually it’s fine. I appreciate that they trust me enough to share those things with me. It’s a privilege and I honour that. … Continue Reading
Eight and a half hours later, he left.
A much longer date than expected.
Late in the afternoon, we fortified ourselves with crackers, vegetable sticks, and dips I had prepared for snacks, and slices of chocolate mud cake and strawberries that he brought. When it got late though, way past dinner time, I had no real food to offer him. I lamely offered to cook some eggs. We had more chocolate cake instead. And champagne. Though that was mostly for me.
We had agreed on certain personal services for our date:
- Forced winking* (not negotiable)
- Food/wine service
- Hand/foot massage
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The Case of the Purloined Panties
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The Inspection Zone
Date with prey
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I know you all just want to hear about my date, but bear with me here: I’m about to change my blog theme (have I ever mentioned how much I hate change? I do, I hate it).
About 54% of my readers access my blog from desktops, 32% from mobiles, and 14% from tablets. My current theme is so old that it doesn’t properly support the smaller devices, so the main driver for this change is to make my blog more readable to those folks *waves hello*.
I’ve tested the theme locally and made a ton of customisations … Continue Reading
The boy who I have quietly dubbed ‘my prey‘ kept in touch with me after our date. There is ‘something’ pleasing about him that I can’t quite put my finger on, you know: ‘something’. His engagement is light and fun and he makes me laugh. His little hints of submission are sincere and flirtatious. He hasn’t balked yet at my nudging at him a little.
He didn’t push me (prey doesn’t push), but he was obviously keen to meet again. I very much like what he brings to the table, so I invited him on a second date, … Continue Reading