We are going out, he grabs my coat and holds it open for me.
“Broken wing first!”, he blurts out quickly before I have even moved.
I look at him, “Which is it?”
He smiles, knows I am not kidding, I am hopeless. He nods at my right arm and holds the sleeve coat forward so that I can slip my hurt arm into it first.
I wince when I move it, which makes him cringe.
“Careful Ma’am!”, he admonishes me. He eases the coat up over my shoulder and I slip my other arm into it.
We head for … Continue Reading “Broken wing”
“Do whatever you like.”
“I did the wrong thing, I’m so sorry…”
*shrug* “It’s okay.”
“Either is fine.”
There are a gazillion ways to do it, to have aspects of dominance and submission (D/s) in your life and in your relationship. Each is so different that you may as well be talking apples and gorillas when you discuss it with people with whom you allegedly have a fundamental commonality.
Mine is a very specific type of D/s. It is a romantic relationship with all that that entails in the vanilla world, but I am the dominant partner in all aspects of the relationship. At its simplest, that means that I have the final say in things that involve … Continue Reading “You iz doin’ it wrong!”
I adore the ‘men as sex objects’ thing.
One of the things I love most about treating men as sex objects is that it actually gives those who maybe are a little shy or even too ‘manly’ to admit that they love that attention a different way of looking at themselves, a different level of confidence. They walk around in the world a little more aware of themselves as desirable sexual ‘things’, which often attracts (both kinky and non-kinky) women to them.
I love that once a boy who has piqued my interest ‘gets’ that I see him that way, … Continue Reading “Men as sex objects”
I have lost my favourite flogger (can you believe it?!). I can only think that I must have left it in the hotel where I last used it but they haven’t seen it… I am really quite upset about it.
I am not a toy whore… despite my buying frenzies, a toy is just a toy, I don’t care about them, but BUT… BUT… this one, this one is the only one that has ever felt like it was part of me. I have had it forever, its strands are wide, and worn-in, softish, I can either sting … Continue Reading “Lost!”
There is something about the boys I like, something intangible, something they can’t help in themselves, something unconscious, inviting and irresistible.
I have tried, over the years, to define what it is, to explain it, and have used words like vulnerability, and bravery, and prey, and of those, prey is the closest to describing it, that indefinable ‘it’.
They can’t pretend to have it, there is no kowtowing or genuflecting or ‘acting it out’ that works, there is no way to contrive it or guide someone into it. They either have it, or they don’t and those boys, those … Continue Reading “Hello boy”
I wonder sometimes, when I am wanting to write, but just can’t get my head quite right, when I am somewhat uninspired to speak of beauty and passion, when I am nevertheless looking at the page and picking through what is going on with me for snippets worth telling, I wonder if you, dear readers, peer at me here and wonder who I am.
I wonder about you, I do…
I know you are there, I see stats, numbers slipping by, many many thousands of views, I know there are regulars (hello there, and thank you!), and some who … Continue Reading “Curiosity”