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Yes yes, I am totally trawling my sent emails for blogging material. Deal with it.
A very kind and astute reader of this blog informed me that she had found a photo of my boy on a profile on CollarMe. Was it my boy? Nooooo, it was not…
Really??!!
Strangers on the internet tell lies and are not to be trusted??!! I can scarcely believe it!
Hello lying_scumbag,
The photo you have on … Continue Reading
Since finding myself single, I have worried a little about how this blog will influence the impression potential submissives have of me. It is not that this is not the ‘real me’, and in fact one of the loveliest compliments I received from my boy was ‘you are exactly how you come across in your writing’… I am gratified by that, a little relieved to know that I didn’t create this ‘persona’ for myself, happy … Continue Reading
I have had, largely, a bad year… that is dramatic and ‘woe is me-ish’, but it’s true nevertheless. Some of it I have shared here, some of it I haven’t because, frankly, whining and carrying on is no fun… mostly it is not interesting to write about and I have no doubt that it is not interesting to read about.
I use this blog as a way to take a moment out of the mundane … Continue Reading
This morning, I was thinking about you in Florence, only this time the guy pulled a knife while he was sucking your cock because he knew you were going to bail, and he told you to push the back of his head onto your cock, and you did, you pulled his mouth onto your cock, shoving your cock down the back of his throat, lost in how good it feels, terrified and hard, with him … Continue Reading
My D/s relationships include punishment. Not ‘funishment’ which is playing at punishment for fun (“Naughty boy!” *giggle* Thwak! etc), but punishment… a penalty for getting something wrong.
Punish
–verb (used with object)
Ok… not death, obviously (did that need saying? Of course … Continue Reading
I saw a boy today that I wanted to kiss.
On my way to work on the train, he was maybe 40, fit, a little rough, with a strong imperfect face, unconventionally beautiful and serious, wide jaw, furrowed brow, a shock of thick dark messy hair. I stared at him, sunglasses on, I watched him. His face came alive as he talked to a little girl, became sweet, gentle, soft smiles. He had much-regretted tattoos, … Continue Reading
We go to a kinky film festival – short films, an arts centre out in the middle of nowhere. The ticket collector is a big man decked out head-to-toe in a pink frilly little girl’s outfit – from pink sequined shoes to pink ruffled bonnet. He is carrying a giant multi coloured lollipop. I love that. To my disappointment, he is the only one who has ‘dressed’ for the occasion.
I am wearing killer heels… Continue Reading