I was looking at the number of followers I had and curiosity bid me ask a question. What do you do in relation to this blog?
Crumpling the paper, he tossed it in the garbage can near the door barely registering the sound as it thumped against the metal. More wasted words, more wasted effort, more wasted dreams. Despair hung heavy over him as the pen stayed poised over the blank page. Why wouldn’t the words come? They’d stalled on the …
It seems that in spite of my forays into my sexual exploration, in many ways I’m still pretty repressed. There are still certain things I’m hesitant to do because a small part of me thinks it’s still wrong to engage in those acts. I’ll not list the things I feel prudish about mostly because I …
Go No, I won’t stop you Not because I don’t want you But because I don’t know how to keep you I wear my “don’t approach” like a shield And I’ve succeeded in pushing you away So go I’ll live behind my wall Going on with my mind intact And my heart in shreds
Bat shit crazy. When I was younger, I had a fuzzy picture of where I’d be by this point in my life. I’d hoped married to a Christian man that thinks I’m sexy as hell with a few cute kids, a dog, and a two story house. We’d attend some great church, travel a lot, …
Both mentally and in general. I’m damn fine, ya dig. 😉 Honestly, I think I panicked this morning. Where last night was born out of curiosity, male persistence, and a large dose of sexual attraction (he had a banging body and smelled so good)… This morning was the realization that I wouldn’t have been in …
I don’t want to pretend I’m doing well. How do I say the next thing on my mind here… I haven’t talked about my fight to maintain my spiritual balance in a long time. Being connected spiritually has always been important to me, but I feel like it’s fallen to the wayside as I’ve pursued …
His hand darts between my thighs and I grip his wrist unable to decide if his touch is welcomed or not. Friend or foe? My pussy can’t very well decide… No, my pussy says friend with each wet squelch. “I barely know you.” My words are trembly even as I let my thighs splay open …
I’m frustrated. No, more accurately I’m a dumb girl. You want to know why? Because once again I tried and I got nothing for my effort. I’m tenderhearted, sillier than I realize, and unable to say no. I need someone to make time for me. To contact me, make an effort to see me, and …
Shit…Â This post started off as talking about my rights when it comes to play. As in I have the right to interview as many men as I’d like before I allow any one of them to spank my ass. It’s my body and the act of erotic spanking is so intimate that I have …