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Downplay

So I had a bit of a dip yesterday and wanted to talk through it. I couldn’t quite figure out what my problem was, but knew it was related to my writing in some form or another. We’ve already discussed my issues with jealousy and my fluctuating insecurities about my writing. Yesterday, I was battling …

I Challenge You

So the 4th round of Smut Marathon is done and we’ve slid into round 5 for those who remain. A lot of feelings surfaced at the close of voting and I’ve debated a lot about my response to it. Here’s my entry: “So fucking sexy.” The words carry her to the bed, caressing her body …

Hotel Living

She loved staying in hotels. Loved the fresh white sheets, the free breakfast, the maid service, and not having to clean up after herself. Being able to fuck her husband on that king size bed was always a highlight of any hotel stay. Five weeks of staying in a hotel with her three kids, two …

Look. See.

Do thick thighs save lives? Does hair make a difference? On comprehension On composition On who plays with vibes Mirror Full length mirror On the wall Who’s the kitten Before you so tall? Brown girl Brown girl What’s not to love? Combo: mirror + toy = mirrored toy? You’d think this would be easy except …

Toes Goes

So this Kink of the Fortnight’s topic is feet. Admittedly, this is a topic I’m pretty ambivalent about. I don’t mind feet. They don’t gross me out in the way they do some people. They also don’t inspire any kind of sexual feelings. As for my own feet, I’m fairly ticklish/sensitive so I don’t much …

Hey, Jealousy

Spanked with red implement

I struggle with jealousy. No, not that kind of jealous. You’d think it would be, right? I’m currently in a D/s relationship with a man who’s married. Add to that the aspect of it being a long distance relationship where I’m obviously not there as often as I’d like. Recipe for jealousy? Not so much. …

Orinoco Flow

Sarai loved to fuck to the sounds of Enya. You’d think something soothing like Only Time would inspire sweet, beautiful love making, but Sarai was different. Twenty years later, any time I hear that zen-like music I think of fucking Sarai. The daughter of two bikers, she was convinced she was switched at birth. Her …

Confident(ish)

So, I’ve been thinking about this post all week. The results for the 3rd round of Smut Marathon posted yesterday, and I was feeling very blah about the whole thing even though I’d done well. Molly was shocked I wasn’t more pleased with how it went. I was trying to explain it yesterday and wasn’t …