His position was that of prayer, of worship, which it was, in essence. Kneeling with his head to the floor, a compact package of thrumming need, bowing at her feet.
Stepping back until she felt the smooth coldness of the wall on the warm skin of her back, she slid slowly down to the floor in front of him until her naked arse bumped against the carpet, her eyes never leaving his body. Holding her … Continue Reading
Note: This is another draft dragged up from the depths (of 2014!). Ha! Did I mention that I have about 200 drafts started and then abandoned here on the blog? I do. With this one, I knew the photos were terrible, and I was planning to do better ones. I never did, of course. And here we are :).
This is an amazing leather garter belt that I was lucky enough to be gifted by … Continue Reading
As a proper-for-real femdom blogger, I’m supposed to do a proper-for-real end-of-year (EOY) roundup full of stats and reflection and forward-looking statements about goals and such things, especially since it’s the end of the decade. Phew!
I’m not going to do that, though.
What I want to say in my last post of 2019 is this:
I am lucky and privileged to have this platform to write, and to have you, my lovely readers, to
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
the need for my care.
Because I’m a woman.
All you women, and me.
― from Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
When I popped back onto the vanilla dating site, I clicked a few things and lo and behold if I didn’t see pictures of two beautiful local men. One was a reminiscent of Anderson Cooper, and the other had a whole ‘George Clooney-esque’ vibe going on. They each had smart, thoughtful profiles.