I’ve been meaning to write about my experience being a rope bunny at Eroticon, but my mind has been on other things. Luckily, R for the A to Z challenge came around so I could slip it in for that and for Sinful Sunday. Rope is a kink I’ve only really brushed the surface with …
All my life, I’ve been considered the quiet one in my family. The one who would, as a baby, sit quietly as long as I could see other people. I didn’t have to talk and didn’t really need to play with others. I like living alone. Prefer it honestly, because my space is my own …
So I had a different P planned for today (and I may return to that P word on another post), but I was encouraged to write about this today instead. P is for Patreon. If you’ve not gathered, I like to write. I have a tendency to write in abundance and have for a number …
I was looking at a ghost. It had to be. My coffee was frozen midway to my mouth when I saw her walk in. Her eyes slanted just so, her lower lip fuller than her top, the left eyebrow just slightly higher than the right, and a birthmark just behind her ear. It was me. …
I like being naked. While I have areas of my body I wished looked nicer, perkier, or less dimpled, as a whole none of that makes me uncomfortable with being naked. I come from a very naked family. Mom will strip out of her clothes in front of any family member and she does not …
The most obvious thing to do here is talk about kink, right? I am kinky I write a lot about the ways that I enjoy being spanked and used both in fiction and in real life ways. I’ve also discussed how I like being little and having a Daddy. Do you know what’s one thing …
This week’s Wicked Wednesday is about mental illness. I’ve written a little about being anxious in my A post for the A to Z challenge. That is an undiagnosed issue I have as a well as being a perfectionist, but that’s not necessarily a problem. I’d kind of like to talk about something unrelated, but …
Part 1 and part 2 Accidental novel – “Welcome.” A voice behind her sent her heart leaping from her chest to lodge on her throat. She cleared it well enough to scream so loud her ears rang. Scrambling to the side, her back hit the wall. A little man wearing a black vest and black …
My immediate family isn’t very large. I have a host of half siblings, but when my father died visiting that side of the family decreased to once every 5-10 years. My older (maternal half) sister never really cared for me. By the time I came on the scene, she’d pretty much solidified her place as …